willhelp.me

You have two lives. The second begins the moment you realize there is but one because from then on you can choose, if you so wish, to flip the script and unlearn all the BS that was poured into your head that made you accept what you get, which is far less than you’re worth. Ask your Self now:

“When I’m riding in the hearse to become intimate with the earth will I sit back and think I lived a life of worth?“

Worth is something you can define yourself. I can’t tell you this, you’ve got to look within own realm and it takes an immense degree of honesty because your mind plays tricks and convinces you weakness is strength and so much other foolishness. Consider the thoughts of children before they are tainted by the System. You cannot tell them they can’t achieve what they desire or wish because the silence speaks loudly from them and they know there is nothing they can’t do or accomplish. Flash forward a bit and you’ll find them as teens, already a decade into getting beaten to their knees as they crawl around in this world trying to fit in with the rest of the mental midgets who know not what they lost in exchange for what they think they gained as a way to play this Game in which they trade their potential for security and Fiat money rules the day.

You know fine well what you came here to be so why not be real for a moment and stop the self deceit and the rest of the trickery? Cheers. You don’t have to tell me. Just be honest with your Self but the thing is we’re living in times in truth is detested and daily new illusions spring asking, no telling, actually commanding you to believe in what is said otherwise you’re worse than Hitler himself. Everyone dies. Not everyone lives. Stuffing your face with potato chips as you binge watch another box set and then trek into work to play office politics is in no way shape or form what any kid before the age of ten would ever dream of allowing themselves to accept and yet you did. You did and that process should hit at the murder of the Self Slaves religiously engage in. All due to the System and its programming.

Why? Why do you put up with this? The crappy job, idiotic boss and moronic friends. I’m not saying you’re better than them but the simple fact is you wouldn’t be reading this message if there wasn’t something inside you that needs you hear what you’ve muted in yourself due to years of conditioning as well as the immense noise in your head that took the place of the silence and distorted its message. In case you’re wondering why I keep referring to this state its because that is what is. Its the key to all of this and anything I say about it as a bad translation because it destroys the message due to being mangled by language but if I offer you the pointers so you imperience it yourself? Well that is something else but you have to want it. You have to want with a depth and intensity that verges on craziness because your friends, family and the rest will go out of their way to dissuade you from flipping the script and actually starting to live instead of subsisting. Not because they care about you or think you’ve flipped your lid. No their reasons are far more selfish because if you do this and they continue crawling along on their knees what does that say about their reality?

No one can accept that they are weak and victims of institutionalized trickery born of spiritual wickedness placed highly because the implications are too much and people simply don’t want to see this and thus prefer the comfort of ignorance. Self development is a lonely process. No ifs, ands or buts about it because not everyone is cut out to be this intense and most prefer the false narratives that play in their head about life, death and all thats in between. All you’ve got to do is ask them as simple question then glance at their dish as the answer races to their lips and notice how quick they swallow it:

“If everything you think you know about life is actually genuine and correct then your life wouldn’t be a mess, yes?“

Hoo! Watch their mask glitch as eyeballs flit and brows furrow due to how what you’ve said threatens all they invest in as “The Way It Is” when in reality it is no such thing. Some, however, are fully in the grips of apathy thanks to the depleted neurotransmitters their always on lives bring and they know, on some level, they are simply filling in days till death with as many distractions as they can get because they have neither the energy, intent or desire to change as thing because it sounds like too much effort. They’ll answer quickly “Yeah but what are you going to do?” because they’ve already cast themselves in role of eternal victims as long, long ago the fight was beaten out of them… Not me though.

Some of us never stopped rebelling, with good cause as well because living like a Slave is akin to being in Hell as your flesh constricts to limit and torture your awareness as you stroll around this plane, oblivious to the pain that defines your frame as you feel nothing below the head. Total disconnection from the flesh and with it an abdication of the present moment as they run after this distraction then the next. Another set of Victims. From these kind its always best to disconnect, temporary or permanent, because you become who you’re around and only 8% of the world is cut out to be a Warrior and stand by himself. Finding them is akin to coming upon a ready supply of Unobtanium and that is really what beats in the chest of the willhelpme project as the message I send will allow the real ones to connect and develop their strength because there are no strangers or enemies from the Warriors lens – Only teachers and that is why its said:

Most people are already dead. They are simply waiting for the flesh to catch up and be laid to rest as they live surface level lives and are totally unaware of themselves and the rest. Look around you. They’re everywhere and I pity them and the repetitive scripts they live that keep them spinning between one and twelve with a constant reset that offers the illusion of progress when the only thing that changes is the date on the calendar and the size of their waistline. They, of course, will go out of their way to deny that that is the way it is because they’ll point at so many external things that say they’re a big boy who did well but their inner realm is totally absent. Noise. Silence. The difference is immense and once you’ve tasted it for yourself its akin to clicking you’re a frog in a kitchen thats been sitting in a pot of warm water and they’ve been steadily cooking you to serve as a fresh dish when your standard equip means you could jump at any moment.

See? Thats the trick. No one put a gun to your head (yet) or a consciousness modulating chip in your flesh (yet) as the current coercion of the System is as subtle as it nefarious because from a young age you’re told to accept being powerless and define yourself by external things. This in itself is a fools errand that kills your Spirit from within because you fall victim to abstractions and symbols in lieu of the real thing. Stop and think its like someone saying “Would you like a burrito, friend?” and then offering you an image whilst beaming “Tuck in!”. You’d think it was ridiculous, yes? “I can’t eat this. Its a picture of a dish. Not the real thing” and yet right now in your head you’re doing the same thing as you’re pimped by the devilish language known as English and so many other things designed to lure you in to a position akin to kneeling at the feet of midgets, just like your parents did and theirs before them. A long string of losers is what made you who you are at this moment and without doing a thing you too will pass on this most pernicious inheritance to your kids and they’ll do it all again because the System relies on your ignorance, lack of will and distorted inner realm to not make the links that have been placed right in front of your dish since you came here to experience the living hell known as the Game of Souls on this level. Taking it back to the top:

You have two lives. The second starts when you realize the first will end because from then on all bets are off and you’ll play your chips how you wish as you see the table is crooked. The fix is in and the Game is rigged, my friend, so why not try something else? The Path of Power is calling. Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again

Can you imagine, just for a second, you live in Town A and, often, travel to Town B. This next place is a home away from home and you know it well as its all part of your zone. Lets say you die in B and visit the place they call C. What happens next? For most this sketch sticks them back in the flesh in the place they were born so they can do it all again. What they never stopped to examine or comprehend was that B is to C like A links to Z ergo there are a whole load of destinations on this trip but only one is final… What do I mean by this? Simple:

For there to even be an alphabet means there has to be a space in which to erect or etch those glyph to which you attach meaning, yes? In that respect it is akin to the weary traveler stopping to think “Hold on a second. All of my life I’ve went from A to B. Why don’t we see whats missing instead?“. And they did. Then discovered a whole alphabet that was so far beyond the ken of their family and friends that they were a tad weirded out and tried to “talk some sense into em“. These are the dangers of deprogramming, my friend, but its also a hint that you can’t unawaken because lets say, in his head, this Warrior goes from A to M and sits there, humming, the only sound you make with closed lips then dies, comes back again and looks around then says “Hmm, interesting”. Off rip he will rebel against the System and what it presents as its designed to etch binary thinking into his consciousness. This may be demonstrated, real well, by trying to balance a chair on two legs when class is in sesh as gets that subtle point in the mid represents a hint about the unfinite made flesh. From that point on its all out because a part of him clicks, if not fully recollects, that there is more, much more, to this bish hence your mind doesn’t change when you die. What do I mean by this? Simple:

We are programmed to respect things like elders, parents and religion but, in the end, that only makes you subservient and, in effect, a lesser version of them. That is akin to the first person meeting death and thinking someone will swoop in with wings and lace him with cosmic intelligence of the step beyond what he’s seeing. Won’t happen. The Gnostics clicked this and were killed for their efforts to spread this wisdom hence why so much of what Jesus said was edited from the record and flipped into a meek and mild image when, in reality, he was akin to Neo in the Matrix as he dodged shells, emptied clips and put a whipping on his foes that has them yelping to this day. Paul, the traitorous triple agent, is to blame for this but moreso than this legend its the ones who accept and propagate it without stopping to check the credits and credentials as well. In other words, “Know ye not ye are gods?” is the A to Z mindset that alpha and omegas this bish by comprehending it all plays out inside your consciousness and without this magical resonance this place simply does not exist. How do you like them apples, Siri?

This is why I said that man cannot create a worm but invents gods by the dozen instead, gives them a symbol as a point of ref, invests emotions therein and forgets the OG sketch and yells, instead, “Death to the infidels!“. Thats straight up A-B thinking, in full effect. Someone who takes the next step in the flesh would stop and examine their bundle of ignorance and if it worked to create a life that felt even half way decent without a load of delusional coping mechs. Granted, for many this is a bridge too far over a tumultuous seabed ergo Doing the Knowledge is akin to becoming a heretic infidel. It takes a lot of strength to even attempt to delve into these waters which are neither still nor calming but once you get to the eye of maelstrom then you see with clear vision that comprehends that your mind doesn’t change when you die much like a load of steam that did condense then was flash frozen sentience which grips to the form it was given and forgets its true resonance. In that respect you could say this is a lower vibration that pays homage to a higher state and thus does not see what is commonplace between that it seeks without and what truly dwells within. Stop and percolate on this for a sec and see what kicks as its not a diss to religion but actually a respectful homage for this is the reason you get “We are closer to thee than the vein in your neck”. What else can that ref but pure consciousness, my friend? Doesn’t that make a load of sense? Look at “naked and happy in the garden” before being ejected as your unfinite awareness sans the skin that it wears to interact with this realm and, whilst, you’re there, could you ponder for a bit if your phone and wifi tech may just be that old antichrist they promised, back when, delivering on its promise to enSlave your children? Siri = iris when flipped for a reason. Do the Knowledge and then the missing link of why the apple is already bit starts ringing all types of bells that yell “Ding, dong. The (false) self is dead”. But, it won’t give in without a flex of its muscles called fear and dread for it can only exist in this realm and thus is heavily invested in you coming back again to do what it says via that voice in your head… Marinate overnight for best results then serve with a chill.

Listen, you cannot, fundamentally, respect anyone or thing more than your Self because this the thing that makes all possible in this realm and any other you can imagine. This is why one, sitting in A, can travel to C as there is a still place in the mid I’ve termed the Vertical Axis. Schizos know it well as they, haphazardly, bounce along it and that is akin to having your record deck playing a stack of vinyl between which the need flips ergo the melody becomes chaos instead of a soothing rhythm which is what the Shaman generates instead. The reason you don’t know this, in the West, is due to the witchhunts and such things which took what was once common knowledge and criminalized it quick. Let me give you an example:

I watched a documentary once in which some baby monkeys were capering, in the trees. One fell and hit the deck and let out a tiny yelp. His mother came to assist and yelled out directions to her kids who scampered into the jungle and bought back some leaves, berries and bark as well. She set to chewing this, super quick, and spitting it into a poultice which she fixed to her kid then held them close as well. The peeps, filming, went and collected samples and found it contained an analgesic and herb that promoted healing. Isn’t that amazing? That is what you lost, thanks to the Inquisition, as it was your ancestral wisdom and inheritance they traded for something else. A philosopher once said that man worships a thing he cannot see but destroys that which proves its existence, abundantly, and I couldn’t help but think how correct this is. Why? Because they A to B and never stop to see the deal and are thus pinned to wheel which begets another spin. Buddha lived his lyrics which is why they tried to Truman him by selling a false illusion which almost pulled him in before he stopped and did comprehend the nature of this trick which led to him floating from A to Z whilst resting under the shade of a tree which is not far switched from how the masses are bewitched by the modern Hollywood spell, eh?

Your mind doesn’t change when you die which means if you were ignorant of the depth in the flesh and never stopped to up your res then you’ll get what you expect as a one way ticket back to the flesh to run the treadmill. It makes me laugh when I see people get worked up, quite furiously, about which diet is truly spiritual and other such ridiculous things as they never seem to click that we eat death to live as a poignant reminder that this realm constantly recycles the same energetics even down to the water that you drink. You think thats air you’re breathing, my friend? Good, because it is ergo our relationship with the trees is a lifelong thing as they take what we expel and then turn it into something else. Makes you wonder why nobody ever studied photosynthesis to create a water powered engine yet? Or, maybe they did and accidentally drove off a cliff. Whoopsie!

Listen, the forces at the helm may actually be super benevolent and all I’ve said hence could simply be testament to my ignorance. I am more than willing to accept this perspect for all I possess is a strong opinion, loosely held. Try telling this to anyone who is a strict A to B man and thinks C is best left in the hands of someone beyond his station and watch them yell and rebel as they call you an infidel. Read that link for the testament of the rebel mystic of Islam as it lays the sketch, real well. This is what I mean about your mind remaining as this life is, in effect, training for the final altercation and thus if you haven’t leveled up in the flesh by defeating the demons you inherited then its a one punch knockout, straight back into the flesh, as you gain a fresh baby brain and do it all again. Is that their fault our yours? Better yet, read this text for a hint about the test and how things are not what they present but also obvious. If you Know the Ledge and have your Soul in ascent for it is unfinite and knows exactly what I said and meant but those types don’t need a hint as they, by themselves, will awaken the Warrior within. Its the 81% who are beyond saving ergo let the dead bury the rest who are just like them and labor under the illusion of something they term “Being human”. What is that, exactly? Believing you’re John of House Smith who likes that and this but detests X, Y and Z? Have you ever actually trekked to those far distant lands of the alphabet and seen if Formosa is actually filled with seductive maidens and such things in a state of idyllic bliss awaiting a man, so perfect? What if it is? Or isn’t? It could actually be packed with hungry cannibals who can’t wait to toast your flesh as a gratefully accepted burnt offering or they may just be like you and me and tell fanciful tales of how the people in lands A to B walk on their hands and defecate from their mouths… Check your local comments section for evidence.

Till we meet again

My life isn’t like yours and yours isn’t like mine. Not one bit. I feel like I’m some strange kind of experiment and that has me wondering:

Who set me this challenge and why?

What is their intent? Is it just for glitz and giggles or is there some elegance beyond the seeming madness which hides the key to reality in pieces that I’ve got to then travel through the depths of my awareness to stitch into a coherent narrative as one bit leads to the next and I constantly up my res? Can you see why I call it enforced enlightenment, my friend? Its complicated. More complicated than most can think as one must go to a place beyond words where you encounter the raw, transformative forces which dwell in mans depths and we all inherited to wear the flesh. Many live and die in blissful ignorance of what kicks in the murky end of consciousness. Me? I was born there.

Who set me this challenge and why?

If I’m a god wearing flesh (as I attest) then it must be me, in the end. This is actually a very empowering and rather accurate way of looking at things which I believe marks the key difference between one off the tracks who flips their lid and becomes a schizophrenic and the other who comprehends things are not happening to but because of them. Its hard to get paranoid when your internal OS says:

“Hmm, so why, exactly, did my Higher Self place me in his situation, with these variables and events? Whats the tell? What reminds me of something else? How can I flip these bits into a coherent arrangement? Let see, will what worked back when help or do I need to develop new strengths?”. Compare this to the others rumination:

“They are out to get me. They’re all in on it. That is why it lines up so perfect. That symbol is speaking, but I am illiterate. My fear and dread are manifest as things I see in this realm and I can no longer tell where inner starts and outer ends”.

This is why I’ve said that a dictionary contains every book that could be but its the skill of arrangement which spells true artistry…

To some the concept of a Higher Self may make no sense or seem like metaphysical navel gazing and such things but that resonance does shift, often, super quick, whenever I’ve said:

“Imagine this version of you is a character in a Game that the real you is playing. The approximation is, by nature of the code, connected in to the whole and believes the little bit of forced perspect it clicks is the whole thing when, in reality, it is no such thing but can be used as a tool for liberation. That is the relation between being in and not of, my friend”.

Even the most staunch materialist stops to think and when you sprinkle on the dream version equivalent and how it seems real and solid till one shifts their consciousness I have never met a hold out yet. The best thing is this generates a state of mental liberty to start viewing differently which often leads to the Win or Learn mindset as well as the “You are a puzzle on you can solve” perspect in which life is no longer seen as a challenge but challenging which makes such a difference, psychospiritually. Something within simply cannot resist the “Bet you can’t…” flex this brings as it awakens a part of us that is original, pristine and unfinite. I call it Inner Sense. If you look at a childs years, developing, most of the stress felt by its parents are due to their seeds near constant attempts to hurt themselves. They, of course, don’t see it as this as they’re aware they’re gods wearing flesh and thus immortal. The rest must be conditioned in. Its like the little boy who sticks a key in a socket then gets electrocuted before being swatted away and sits there, sizzling. Something in his mind says “Wow, that was intense”. Many will learn their lesson but a few will need to do the exact same thing again just in case the first result wasn’t totally accurate. You can call them hard headed or simpletons but they may edit the remix and lick a nine volt battery or bridge the bit that sparks the cooker to feel the hit. It is a process of refinement. A way of thumbing your nose at the fear and overriding the cues and clues of the developing nervous system.

In many ways most in this realm stand as perfect testament to the inherited ignorance of their entire lineage. Read that back again and recollect the mind is akin to Velcro for bad thing and has a Teflon coating for wins as the former ensure survival and the latter don’t mean a thing when face to face with something threatening. The problem is the nature of the world has shifted but we, in our element, are still closer to Flintstones than Jetsons. And yet, we all wish to fly. Such is the paradox of man since we first looked in the skies and thought:

“How do they do this? If only I had wings…“.

Some soared on those built by imagination and when the world called them imbecile and said it would never happen, they persist. Why? Because they choose to and they follow the lead of the same thing that said something interesting could kick from mixing key and socket. Which it did. Which it did. Its what comes next that presents the test though as many would listen to the threats and admonishment of never doing that again and the rest and place a whole load on the verboten list whilst others, more curious, would say:

“Sure, those two specific variables shall never blend but I noticed there was a blue spark, off rip, and I’ve seen the same thing on the cooker so what if I made a probe and then flicked that switch as it turns on and off, real quick?”.

I strongly suspect the above is the most natural reaction to times of threat and challenge. Its the Velcro doing its thing but finding there is a coating of Teflon as well hence strong opinions, loosely held. Could it be the reason I’ve lived all of this was to develop this level of insight to help those who never even stopped to reality test? I suspect it is as there have been too many events where people to whom I’ve talking have wandered out of their walled garden of ignorance then said something, for them, that was totally out of character which is swiftly clicked as they raise a hand to lips or try to remain really still as I watch their facial muscles stiffen as they suddenly stop breathing. There are a few tells but they usually fall on either end of this spectrum. Why does this kick? I suspect its the same reality distortion effect that stopped schizos and madmen from hallucinating in my presence as well as the reason why dudes known for cracking heads revealed their true inner Self in conversation as well as so many women who’ve said:

“I can’t believe I told you this!” often followed by “You know, you’re really easy to talk to. About anything”. The best, and most perceptive said:

“Its simple, you are so out there on a limb, all singing and dancing that no matter what I do or say it pales in comparison to your flat out weirdness and thus I came to guess there are no true limits beyond the ones I accept”.

They say the best facilitators have been beyond the ken of the average in terms of Self development. This was the model used by the Shaman and something that is missing from all modern training in terms of inner realms. Its why I’ve said these “specialists” are often more broken than their clients as they’re trying to make sense of a smaller pic in order to avoid their own inner realms and you can, quite literally, apply this to everything hence why comedians have often lived lives that are quite tragic and yet they make you grin. Its the reason why the quiet nerdy girl is a straight up wild thing in bed whilst the BBL augmented, doing it big for the clicks image chick offers a curios mix between overacting and starfish ie about as genuine as her true depth, based on what she lives. The formers surface can appear calm and staid but that is because she’s playing another Game and that requires a type of grit that, once again, this world is missing but some have as standard equipment. This is why I’ve said everything is mental and I mean that in both terms of the spell as one who Knows the Ledge perceives a realm quite different from the res and its quite fascinating to point something out and watch their reactions as some click, others reject and a few come back with their own perspect that makes you think. It takes all kinds, eh?

Who set me this challenge and why?

One thing I can say, with complete certainty, is there is a level upon which we are all totally unique. I can say, with equal clarity, that this natural scene has been repeatedly concreted over with the many layers of the (false) self so if someone turns up and starts chipping away at this countenance they find themselves yelping. Even though its fakeness. Take a look at this and tell how the brain is a machine made for reality creation:

Fascinating, yes? Your mind knows its a fib but your eyes just keep buying in, even if there is an invisible disconnect hence its a Game of three halves, my friend. The uptight, tuned in to grammatic correction doth yelp:

“Thats a third, you imbecile!” as they tick the “This man is an idiot” box in their head as one of the 81%. Some would stop to question:

“Why on Earth did he say such a strange thing? What could be the deeper meaning?”. I pointed at the moon. A few thought, to them, I was showing the finger which they took as insulting. One grinned. She said:

“I see, so the luminary overhead presents two faces from full to nothingness but, behind this performance, is a chunk equal and opposite that remains constant and is mostly unchecked. Interesting!”.

See how “three halves” is most accurate, my friend? What you know you know built the life you live. What you know you don’t is where most of the rest dwells and that is, realistically, just as useless as the world is a mess, either way. Its what you don’t know you don’t know that can cause the shifts and its from here I push the pen as I was born and raised in this environment ergo it truly feels like this is my last life in this realm as its only thing that makes sense as none of what I’ve said was prompted by external teachings but it sprang, fully formed, within. Hence why creativity isn’t something you can buy or sell as it descends then ascends your consciousness. Have you ever had a download in the sense where you get a flash of inspiration that takes a moment to pop in but could take a lifetime to comprehend? PKD did. He wrote a whole exegesis about it and still couldn’t model it. I think he visited the same place I’m living and that is the shadows depth.

Who set me this challenge and why?

Obviously I did, in some aspect of Self and is that to ensure enlightenment in one life clicks? Methinks it did but the strangest thing is I don’t really feel that different, in the grand scheme of things, beyond Knowing, for certain, that I don’t know a thing. There go those strong opinions, loosely held! See, we create maps of the world that may or may not be accurate. They were, invariably, laid down in a childs ink with big crayon lines and barely coherent text. Each one of them is saturated in emotion and labels which we based on the presence of the one who says how it is. Then we turn the page to the next and pretend it never happened but the limits have been set. Very very few implement that process of refinement in terms of turning the shock of a lifetime into the planned extraction of the sparking element when the stove gets binned then delighting with a grin as they examine what makes it kick before taking apart their toys and wondering:

“Am I just like this, within, or something different? Is food my battery or is it breathing, drinking or affection?” as they get a swift beating for seemingly desecrating the gifts they were given. Once again, crayon inks splashing on the canvas due to threats. That doesn’t mean one relents. Oh no. He simply stopped cracking open the shell using brute force to peer within and went to the tool shed instead to use a screwdriver which led to the nascent steps of upping your res and thus some would attest that being a habitual linestepper is within whilst, for others, its testament of an indomitable will and the power of Spirit to drop hints that one is way more than the flesh…

Who set me this challenge and why?

I think we’ve just discovered the answer, yes? The question for you, my friend, is identical so let me ask it:

Who set you this challenge and why?

Till we meet again

The difference between a superior and inferior man can be expressed and checked with a simple test:

Do you, on average, cultivate the highest aspects of your Self that are attuned with actualizing your true potential or do you merely give in to the simple whims of immediate gratification as well as going along with the rest and doing what is expected? This shifts the real from the phony, super quick, as you Know, in an instant, where you sit on this spectrum. They say, externally, you can seem anything you wish but, internally, you always comprehend the depth of the sketch – even if you suppress it quick. Many people rail against the concept as they bleat “We’re all equal!” like happy little sheep that get fleeced, on the reg, by the wolf dressed as shepherd that walks among them…

Now, I’m not saying one should become some sort of monk and totally disconnect from the pleasures of the flesh as they live a life, ascetic. No, on the flip, the superior man actually enjoys a much finer state of bliss that is imperienced at a far greater resonance than he who skims the surface and has never, ever tapped his depths. You can call this the difference between coping mechs and unconditional Self acceptance, if you wish, because the former engages via means of compulsion fueled by ignorance whereas the latter indulges his whims to no more than 81%. Thats Knowing the Ledge, my friend. What I mean by this is one is aware of their limit and thus savors the morsels presented versus mindlessly shoveling knowing there is more to get as they go back for seconds. Consider it like fasting. If you have ever spent an extended period without food the moment you break this thing and taste the most basic nourishment you could get you’ll exclaim “This is amazing!” as you find your Self chewing slower than ever before, appreciating the texture and nourishment with an immense sense of gratitude that, in the modern world, is totally absent. Spinning it up another notch, if the superior and inferior were both to cook a dish using the same elements, recipe and skills but the only difference was their mindset, which one do you think would taste best? Can you state why you said this? Stop for a moment and contemplate before we progress.

That is correct. The superior man would be entirely focused on what presents and not have one eye on a screen as he watched that or this, nor would he be distracted or standing around impatient. That means not he would sit and watch a pot boil, no sir. Instead he’d fry and stir with his whole hearted attention and, at the end, whoever ate this simple offering would exclaim “This is delicious! Whats your secret to making it taste so amazing?”. You can prove this, real well, for your Self by taking something you like to cook and remove all distractions from end to end. You’ll note you prep the elements, perfect, with all the excess trimmed and optimal slices as well. The temperature will be clement as will the time spent frying spices before you mix the rest in and it will be removed from the heat and allowed to sit for a bit so the flavors mingle before being plated to perfection as those around dive in with grins on their lips and satisfaction in the mid as you are nourishing not just the physical but spiritual as well. That is the essence of a man of superior resonance as he comprehends he is not the flesh he is wearing in this gross, indelicate age but something more gossamer that all can, if they choose, awaken. Once this clicks there is no dozing again and even if you don’t complete the great work in one spin I’ll bet the next time you wear flesh you’ll be quicker to shift from the inferior mindset they sell and program in to the denizens. It could be something as simple as what was shared in this text where another detects the resonance or you may be a difficult jit that simply does not acquiesce as you feel your way is correct. Whatever it is, there is no unawakening, my friend. That is the greatest gift of the superior mindset and it may be, for you, hidden at present for that is a great test as the genuinely inferior will rage and yell when presented with this concept whereas he who is capable of awakening the Warrior within will stop, contemplate, and note the resonance. Why is this difference? Simple:

The inferior man is fully in the grip of the (false) self. From one life to the next and thus he lives and dies a life of ignorance. The superior element has, at some point, clicked, they are not that which speaks but the one who listens in silence. Some go all out on development of this focus. Others dabble, here and there, but its always an option. You may find those who were quite advanced in one life do manifest in families of the worst circumstance in this age. This is a fascinating topic I’ve seen the world amply demonstrate and the reasons for such things appear to have a few points of resonance. See if any of these sound familiar:

A shattered family tree at which time did an axe swing. This tribe has immense potential but, for some reason, they were constantly cheated, swindled or met with early deaths. This leads to addiction, dysfunction and a generally chipped shoulder mindset of “Us against them” which the nascent Warrior may reject or accept. Often you learn to become accustomed to such a way of things until it clicks that none of that old stuff worked and thus you dare to think different. In said sketch your own kin will be your greatest opponents which links in super well with the example of Jesus for his own domestic script ruffled more than a few feathers as did the whims of Guru Nanak and Buddha who rejected a kingdom to become a mendicant instead. Now, I’m not saying all live this type of script. Just showing an example for the birth can be humble or noble but its quality of the character which manifests that makes on superior or inferior for its your thoughts, deeds and actions that bring the definition. In that respects we are all perfectly equipped to win and shift coals of ignorance to diamonds of wisdom but the problem is the pain this brings which, quite often, makes one curl into the fetal position as it feels like life is offering a kicking that never seems to end. That is part of the Game, my friend. See, the rest of the levels are so picture perfect and filled with bliss that even if you were shown the direct path to the exit you’d choose to stay plugged in. Read this example of a time yet to happen then contemplate this one as well and tell me that if someone said “You’re in a simulation” would you give a single F? No, you wouldn’t as you’d be having too much fun in a superior resonance. Genuine or inauthentic, it makes no difference as man is a machine of desire creation but its easer to disconnect from the counterfeit, once you Know the Ledge.

That is why this stage exists and we have some pretty strange forces at the helm who are hell bent on destruction and the desecration of Inner Sense. To them, they are superior, and if we’re being frank, its a beyond good and evil thing once you’re Centered in Self but you can only get to this still point by examining the rest and this brings us back to the current crooked deal in the flesh. Where thieves are kings and criminals dressed in purple are championed by a world enthralled with image and buys what they’re selling… In these times the superior man is seen as an imbecile and, who knows, the masses may be correct or they could have their head up their collective assess hence the epidemic in back pain, yes? “Don’t worry, we have some pills for this” says the bought and paid for Doctors who sell symptom management at best and never, ever address the root cause which is why its no surprise that all schizos say the same thing (that something unknown is tampering with their awareness) but no “scientist” ever spotted the link or formulated a hypothesis to test why this is. Why? Because they’re trained to be inferior and if you want your standing, tenure and funding you best follow the party line and repeat what the rest said, or else. This is implicit in the decades they’ve spent sitting still, looking ahead and regurgitating anothers views for the test as this type of rigidity is the hallmark of the inferior mindset and its opposite is demonstrated well by the superior element who can contemplate what contradicts his mindset and if there is merit in this his way of thinking shifts for his views are merely strong opinions, loosely held. Compare and contrast that with the rivers that run red with the blood of infidels as each side is convinced they’re correct and you’ll see why some could think I hold religion in disdain.

The truth is it can be a beautiful thing but that gnosis is usually reserved for the esoteric element. See the adventures of the Rebel Mystic of Islam and how they did him and then compare this across the spectrum as we have those who know, real well, how to bake a cake but have never attempted to do such as thing as they worship crumbs instead versus those who may not, yet, be as skilled but can whip up a pretty tasty biscuit of higher consciousness. This is the difference between belief and gnosis, the inferior and superior, “I was told” and “I Know”, in the end. Its an across the board thing and, from my lens, its a great way of spotting if something is authentic as it reps coherence in this land of illusion which spins around a central truth, unchanging, unmoving, that I call the Prime, the pre-existing and its our true point of origin and final destination as well. To bring things to a nice conclusion:

The inferior is mindless, all about rote repetition and does what Simon Says, be that from the voice in his head or a religious text as well as whims of someone else. They are usually miserable but won’t admit this to anyone, even themselves, but the masks do slip and you get a glimpse but if you point it out they’ll yell and state “You, you’re the problem because you make me feel like this!”. Which really is quite idiotic, isn’t it? I mean, he who makes you mad is your master, yes? On the flip the superior element comprehends one simple truth via the power of gnosis. That they are the only Soul in this realm and thus have never met a stranger for they project interactions based on internal resonance which means an atom should not be trusted and, just like this, they spark the capability to awaken and that this, my friend, is what makes them superior as it goes across the board in the sense that one who tells a small fib about X will, often, be quite deceptive about other elements as well that, to them, are as invisible as water to a fish but the attuned listener spots the shifts and thus moves in accordance which may cause a sense of distance since spiritual development will kill false relationships, dead, for there are rules and levels to this of which the superior/inferior thing is but a small aspect I’ve penned for your consideration or rejection as one should not accept a thing without reality testing so do the Knowledge, my friend.

Till we meet again

Have you ever met someone, and it might be you, that had a clue exactly what they wanted to do but did everything but this? Max, meet Vincent. The lesson of the matter is the only way to learn is by acting. There is a moment in this flick where the protagonist is forced to pretend he is the antagonist and, via the power of adrenaline and osmosis, he puts in a convincing performance that he is the one who delivers confirmed kills, ten times out of ten. We, the viewer, know the sketch but, get this, people only show what you tell so what are you broadcasting on FM? Thats the basis of Dicelife, my friend. Its such an immense buzz and everyone who attempts came back with a huge grin as its akin to realizing you’d spent your entire life within a cave that featured a torch that pointed in one direction. After flipping your energetics some notice there is a better view, elsewhere, as they change their mind and keep it. Others click that it if they can move with this flex it strongly suggests there is another realm outside of the cavern and its false illumination and thus begin the steps to enlightenment.

The only way to learn is by acting.

So what if you get it wrong initially? Who cares? You can either fail and learn or swerve the attempt at all in order to your track record pristine – without a scratch. Unplayed. Mint. “Still got the factory sticker on it” you say, with a grin, as you die with your music, within… The saddest part is that those who inherit this mindset often do from parents who’d done exactly the same because if we take it back to the daze of cavemen and there was one who rushed into the bush with no Fs given as he lived for adrenaline and another was more cautious. We are all the descendants of the latter as the former was akin to Tyson whereas the latter sported the Mayweather mindset. That isn’t meant as a diss as some people can cause offense with their defense but any will admit, like Cus said, that a fighter should hit and not get hit whilst being exciting to deliver the complete package.

The only way to learn is by acting.

This may mean you first play a role but thats all good as you’re giving the performance of your life in this instance anyway. What? You really believed you’re John of House Smith? Please. You’ve got about as much in common with that tale as government cheese does with Edam. Its that red coating you need to get melting to feel the shadows depth as the glow nestled within reps your Inner Sense but that hard shell of Adulteration is the script you accepted, back when, and most will live and die with their record unchecked. Its quite sad, isn’t it? Imagine I gave you a pill that made you totally content, as you is. No more hangups about this or that blemish or concerns about something else. You’d be beaming with unconditional Self acceptance. Know what happens next? Everyone says:

“Who is that? They’re gorgeous!” as you draw them in, like a magnet. This state is hypnotic and wildly attractive. I mean, have you ever stopped to ponder the obvious difference between sex appeal and beauty? How they rarely manifest equally in the same flesh? Its a topic worth pondering as it hints about lifes ever present energetics plus resonance which further speaks on only being one Soul in this realm as there is no universal ten that is all things to everyone as we like what we like and make the pieces fit with what we project. In many ways the true sketch one must comprehend is that there is an ideal form and function (aka the best version of your Self) then there is what you accept. The former is created via introspection and it blooms in the midst of filth. The latter is generated, no effort, thanks to the psychosocial treadmill and its programming, so effective. In effect one must declare war on the (false) self and its starts with the voice in your head and story it tells. I mean, we all know the trope well of an amnesiac in a film who knows not what kicks, yes? What if the person had severe depression before this or an intense allergy to some type of substance but, after, they were happily munching away and totally unaware of the state around which they’d based their whole tale? See what I mean about “John of House Smith” existing only in your head ergo its that which is afraid of death (and, by proxy, life as well). Watch a flick called Fearless from the nine tray but turn it off at the point the suit comes knocking on the door to grease some wheels. By then you’ll have downloaded all of the encoded gnosis you’re needing and the rest is irrelevant. Note, a lot of you will want to press on beyond that point with a “Why? I want to know now” type of mindset and I assure you, you’ll regret if you progress in that respect. Why can’t you apply the same vibe to telling your overbearing parents “No” for once or refusing your bosses BS as to why your workload is immense but isn’t reflected in the check as well as a billion and one other things?

Note how something within balks at that whereas the simple admonishment to eject the flick from your deck at point said causes another reaction? What is the difference beyond emotional investment and the potential for a reaction? If you keep doing what you done did you’ll get more of what you expect, you mental patient! And I mean that not as a diss but calling you one with a slow mindstate instead. Wait a sec, maybe that is a diss. Ah well! Inner Sense is quicksilver in that respect. Its Center is where it sits and expands in every direction to map the lay of the land in its adventure for expansion. Read this tale about two jellies the report which mold fits your imperience, my friend.

The thing with the (false) self is that its seductive as hell. It takes no effort to slide in and escaping it is next to impossible unless something dramatic happens. You can either do this, dolo, or life will bring it to your chin like Buzz Aldrin. Second comes great after first but what they don’t mention is once third kicks in its a hop, skip and slid to the middle aged spread kicking in as you keep telling yourself you’ll do it one day:

“One day my dream will come“.

Meaning, it won’t as you’ll doze till nobody know who you was is or could have been as you died with your music within. Don’t worry though, they’ll mindwipe you, real quick, and stick you back in a new shell that takes nine months to develop which is why both Apple and Microsoft skipped this digit as its too close to the eschaton they’re immanentizing. “In this sign conquer” they said and you’ll note the fruit is pre-bit. Get it, pre bit? Techno Sapiens are waiting in the wings with dreams of silicon bliss and all the robosex you can handle as people get to live out their wildest but, get this, it isn’t really real. Neither is this but its less fake so thats something. And you can tell the difference between the real thing and duplicate but when the seam is less and the scene is more who are you gonna believe? Me, or your lying eyes?

See, the hardest thing to see is whats in front of thee and its akin to me saying you don’t have a mind. Most will deny, a few shall protest but less that 8% of the populace comprehend the shadows depth and intent of the statement. Ah, whats the point – I’m sometimes wondering.

“If they’re comfortable in their ignorance and you’re not then just let them be. Besides, its not like they have the eyes to see” said one wiser than me.

“I don’t know though because if the script was flipped and another got the hint that it ain’t all the hits, Twenty Four/Seven, as you could touch the dial and change the tune to something else I’d sure appreciate a hint”.

“And then what? Sing new songs to which no one knows the lyrics? Rouse some rabble about what is hidden and the gubberment is all a swizz because the wings, right and left, are linked in the mid for the bird brained ignorant to keep feeding? Look, how many of them ever click that each new incumbent simply continues the old script and that is why nothing ever shifts, nor do they fulfill their promises. This is base level subsistence, for certain, but there is a charm to thinking you know what you don’t. Plus, it leaves more bandwidth for the rest who wish to the Know the Ledge and thats the worst bit of your tinkering because imagine if you’d had hints instead of not suspecting a thing. Remember the thrill after the spills and chills that ran ice in your veins as your brain leapt out of the way so your heart could finally speak and say its thing?”.

He, as usual, had a point. What a predicament. I guess this is what I meant when I said I cross lines then stop to check. Well, no more! The new and improved me two steps to 81% and leaves the rest to your imagination so after that side trip lets get back to the main thread, yes?

A baby judges not the signals which pour in as its taking its first steps as “Oh well, I’m a failure. May as well stick to crawling as I do that pretty well” as the rest of the jits sing “Damn, homie, with four on the floor you were the man, homie!“. No, they Know, intuitive, the only way to learn is by acting as they take the bumps and bruises of a two time loser in their step as that concept, to them, doesn’t exist. Neither is it in the Warriors lex as once Inner Sense is at the helm only feedback exists ergo:

“Hmm, that didn’t quite work so lets remix the elements in our grip”.

Fall down five, get up six. Like the sum total of a remainder that brings one, inexorably, to this place in order to state:

The Soul of Games you has, my friend.

Till we meet again

One of the most important things you must realize is that if you view via a materialist lens in this Game of Simon Says… then you’re actually handing your Self a monumental L. Most people do and then get down and pray in front of it for salvation which is mad ironic, if you think about it. On the flip we have the woo woo tang clan that attempt to taint the collective with their outlandish things and statements. Somewhere, in the mid, you find one who has awakened the Warrior within. He comprehends there is no point speaking to the former on this topic as they’ll class him an infidel due to their ignorance that parades as wisdom in their heads just as the latter will shake their heads as they attempt to send “lxve and light” in their direction from beneath the mask they’re wearing. See the linked article for a variation on these themes, if you wish.

The trick is to be open minded but not so geeked that your common sense overspills and hits the deck like an ice cream with sun beating down on it. Granted, that is a feast for the ants and, just like them, you’re being fed upon by a predator of consciousness which is what tuned the other two to such outsane wavelengths where they’ll brook no discussion that doesn’t agree with what they expect, project and accept as “The way it is”. And yet, I see no changes. No matter what they’ve did since their way of Thunking did its thing the world is still a mess and the folks within its grip are dripping with coping mechs. This is why the Warrior chooses different, my friend.

One of the things I found quite interesting in my conversations with madmen was the nature of their world, shifting. See this article for an example where a schiz thought his sis had been replaced with someone else and then ponder if the same thing is actually happening when we say “I don’t know what came over him! He was like a totally different person?” but the so called outsane actually rearranges the full density of pixels whereas the one plugged in stops short of the true resolution? That, my friend, is exactly how I suspect it is and its a mind bending topic to comprehend but one that is quite easily tested. Once you have seen a few corpses from your family lineage you can’t help but noticing that a) they look very different dead and b) the element that is missing added something palpable to their dish. Its quite hard to implain it, if you haven’t noticed but its akin to how a hand puppet without something inserted in its rear end is just a bit of fabric.

To some reading that may sound mad insensitive but you’ve got to learn how to keep your mind on the Psylense and let the noiZ of emotional manipulation do its thing as this is how spirits pimp your mind, my friend.

There is a field of psychology called micro-expression, a more intense form of body reading. Once you learn how to decode this script what I’ve said becomes Self evident as whilst we all know a face is made up of some spaces eyes fill in, lips, teeth a nose and the rest the arrangements of these are quite dazzling. I mean, have you ever met someone from High School decades and decades later who now looks totally different yet you click, in an instant, its them? Even from a distance this kicks. Thats their Spirit, talking, and generating resonance within. What if this event was presaged by you rising in bed, that AM, as you remembered said Soul being geeked about a field trip as you shook your head and wondered what that dream meant only to run into them at the market. “What a coincidence!” the Slave says and with that utterance wipes any potential for gnosis from their head. The Warrior, instead, goes in and sees dense as he nourishes the voltage with directed attention. That is akin to taking your Soul to the gym as the weights we lift are spiritual aka doing the Knowledge. Where am I going with this? Where else, your chest:

First and foremost, you are not the story in your head, the flesh that houses it or any of your trophies and trinkets. What you are is far more subtle and ineffable to one ignorant of their own magnificence. Lets call it pure consciousness. Read this article about what the matter with spirit is for more res then plug back in to this script as we progress and build upon the gnosis it sends.

Look at your palm. Notice how each finger extends from one common connection. Each are different and yet the same. That is the Game, my friend. Now, flip it over an examine the nails. That is your persona, in this realm. One can be the you that got out of bed, the other can be your friend you haven’t seen since back when. Both are connected to the same thing that I call the Prime, the pre-existing that is your divine point of origin. No, it cannot be accessed by any mosque, temple or related establishment because you are it, my friend, and its why all the old ways of obtaining gnosis were struck dead by the power hungry demons in charge of this realm. Like I said, I don’t mean this as a diss, just saying how it is to my current level of ignorance because if you look at the tale of the rebel mystic it appears not much has changed since back when and thats like coming face to faceless with the fingerprints of the hand, hidden… But, thats another topic. Back on trend:

The nail is your friend, who lives elsewhen, has a business trip which will bring him back to his hometown. As he takes the plane that day he starts recollecting old tales of vibes he lived and recollects, with a grin, the time the class went on a trip and the adventures therein. Little does he suspect that whilst he’s overnighting you’re moonlighting in bed and the same influence shifts your consciousness into the fragment of dream you recollect. What happened? Well, the nail eased its grip and consciousness did dip down to the phalange (below the neck) at which point the heart chips in and amplifies this signal which shifts the collective and sends a message to your resonance which became an aspect of your nocturnal vision which, in turn, engineered the sync that ensured you met as you “just happened” to skip lunch that day and dipped out at Two PM and thus ran into your friend whereas you should have been doing something else.

Are you feelseeing the difference between go in, see dense and coincidence yet? The Warriors mind is from another realm as we comprehend we aren’t the nail which, amusingly, is neither living nor dead and thus the meta possesses even more res for those willing to do the Knowledge and glance within. I mean, tell me, how accurate did what I said feel in your awareness as a probable explanation of what happened? Schizo word salad or a testable hypothesis, lightly etched, about lifes subtle aspects? This is the same reason a mother (who breastfed) can tell something is incorrect with her kid or that danger is lurking. Kind of like why Katherine called her son on the evening of September Tenth to speak to him about his performance and they kept on nattering until early, early in the AM so he missed an appointment his agent had promised would be life changing as he slept through his alarm whilst the world was busy being scared to death by those handy, dandy terrorists. Did you know loads of other people avoided ends the same day and a lot claimed it came from supernatural interference, odd syncs as well as dreams and visions? Do the Knowledge, my friend, because it can’t do itself as it needs the interplay of flesh and consciousness along with the will of the Witness who wishes to transcend the iron grip of this dimension.

Like I said, gnosis frequently knocks but most people don’t comprehend and thus listen to the Adulteration instead which says:

“That ain’t nothing worth your attention, lets get back to serfing!“.

Now, as I hope I’ve outlined, we see that a) we are made of something subtle, b) all are interconnected beyond the illusion and c) there are aspects we call spirits (or ghosts, if you will) that are simply discarnate intelligence using the flesh of another to manifest. This is where things get super duper interesting as the schiz I mentioned who saw his sis as someone else was, one hundred percent, bang on in my opinion. Let me outline the sketch:

She is driving to see her long term, in patient brother at the mental asylum. Feeling stressed due to failing a test she really doesn’t want to make that trip and feels a sense of regret and mournfulness about her life and how it is as she seems to have been dealt a hand that says “Everyone else comes first and none of them give an F about you. Deal with it”. She wallows in these sensations listening to sad songs on her radio set whilst driving. When she arrives she attempts to shake off these demons and starts chirping instead. Her brother has none of it and says, from a distance:

“Begone!” in a voice, commanding.

The rest is as said in the article but lets backtrack and zoom in to see what actually kicked. If you look at your hands, where fingers and palms meet, this is where the spirits dwell. Between one world and the next, if you will. Just like the resonance of your friend sent a sig they too can do the same thing but can only come in via the energetics you’re sending. In this case, for the girl, the emotion was regret and this, among the dead, is exceedingly common. He comes, diving in and runs an amplification trick as he inspires her digits to flick off the tunes to which she was listening and slide the radio instead to something all together more depressing. He then, intuitively, blasts a EM wavelength she would innerstand as sadness and her subtle energetics fill in the details as she wallows in this without a clue of whats truly happening. She knows this will not do when meeting her younger brother who dwells in the mouth of madness and thus attempts to “shake it off” as she exits the vehicle. He, sees not her but her face switched with the male demons who is actually influencing her awareness and thus he yells at the impostor in his presence she is not who she says.

Tell me, my friend, does that make sense on an intuitive level? Can you see why schizos are actually correct and thus an immense threat to this entire deception that peddles ignorance as wisdom whilst selling all types of illusions, delusion and confusion to those plugged in? Only one who is in but not of the world can truly comprehend and we number at 8%. The chosen ones, who choose themselves. Do the Knowledge, prove me incorrect. That is my challenge.

As I mentioned corpses, microexpressions, manifestations of consciousness and the rest you can start to draw the innate links between them dreams, time and this life we play using our Souls as credits because this is exactly how spirits pimp your mind and they do it so often its totally invisible to those who dwell in ignorance. This is why babies yell when in the presence of one with an attachment. Actually, thats a dope example:

A woman came to see me, her child in grip. She looked exhausted and said:

“He’s been up since Five AM, crying, full belt. I’ve tried everything and he won’t settle. What the hell is happening?“.

On a whim, intuitive, I told her to walk home, this instant, and go straight into her shower, fully dressed, holding the kid and start bathing. This she did. Why? Because she, like a load around my way, had tried various imperiments and the results were usually interesting. She came back later on with a smiling child, happily playing.

“What the heck just happened? Its a good job its summer and I was wearing a sun dress because unless I was at the end of my tether I never would have listened. He’s right as rain now, how did the shower make a difference and why couldn’t I get undressed?”.

The answers to this is a whole nother conversation but lets say you could already intuit the sketch if you’re willing to Know the Ledge. Not for nothing do so many madmen sit underneath streams of water for ages because, as one said:

“Its soothing. Its literally washing away the filth and noise from within”.

This, on the flip, can manifest as not bathing for ages and stinking, immense. Like I said, there is no one size fits all but there are various clues, sprinkled. You take the outliers, note what is common and what they miss to intuit the mid then build a hypothesis, reality test and apply to others in similar or different positions and collate the results they beget. At least, thats what I did.

These spirits are the same reason why mild mannered people flip their lids and shoot up an entire office then, later, regret and state they don’t know what came over them. Its also why, I suspect, that in the future we’ll see an immense uptick in self offlinification by those on long term antidepressive meds as “scientists” rebrand schizo pills and congratulate themselves on their success. Watch, wait and see if it happens because one of the most amazing things about comprehending you are neither nail (alive and dead) or the fingertip but something the same and identical with the palm in the mid is you become multidimensional hence why I’ve said:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again