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Once you Know thy Self the next steps are to unpack the previous spins and the links on this incarnation. I wrote this as a guide to help those wondering as these are signs this is your life on planet Earth. Ready to win?

The first and foremost obvious hint is your family and circumstances you were born in. Really study them well as well as the best and worst of your parents as they’ll rep what you excelled, when shining, and the darkness to which you fell. Lets say if you were a junkie derelict in need of a fix who robbed a lady for her pension that died due to said event. In this life you can bet your mother (or father) have some kind of addiction which you, developing, will have to deal with and feel the brunt of its effects whilst the other could be cold, distant or die quick. You may also see themes of which a family lineage, once prosperous, was swindled out of an inheritance or someone lost in gambling etc… These kind of things, when they hit, show you just how perfectly balanced this all is and the nature of the coherently collapsed construction of consciousness that exists as the Game we all play using our Souls as credits. On the flip your folks will also have skills, either latent or developed, in which you excelled. For most last lifers this is, usually, spiritual but could also be physical in the sense that one of those Souls had a life that wouldn’t relent but they just took it on the chin and commented on how beautiful it is to actually have a glass, no matter how filled, plus the content is delicious. The other aspect could be a devotion to a religion which is intense that you may find distasteful and go the opposite as a heretic, infidel or materialistic scientist.

The main theme is one of balance as it will not be simple as it will be in extremis as the last thing the Game wants is for an advanced Soul to dip as they create the sweets and most refined loosh one can imagine. This goes double (in triplicate) if you were a mystical adept and pledged all types of oaths and secrets as you won’t just be dealing with the physical who incarnated in for a pound of flesh but also those who surf the edge and pitch in their little bit, now and then. On the flip this can also have an upside in which the ones you did well sprinkle a little guidance and protection that manifests in a way that you will certainly feel within when it kicks as the Game nudges and winks to offer hints. What else? Oh yes, your siblings (or lack therein) will speak volumes as they will manifest a lot of your strengths, weakness and potential especially if one does well in the Game whilst you, seemingly, fail on each attempt as your wavelengths are so different. The black sheep/golden child rhetoric is also evident in which you live a couple of stops from Hell whilst they dwell in sustained bliss with constant pats on the back and reassurances. This can extend across the rest of the web but, often, you’ll have at least one grandparent, uncle or such thing that showers you with limitless affection and often spurs a spiritual awakening. Speaking of which:

Nine out of ten you’ll have a strange link with sleep and dreaming for they are the cousin of death and what plays on its TV set. What do I mean by this? Either you’ll be able to snooze, perfect, as a bomb hits and feel not a thing as the whole building is demolished but, for some reason, your floor remains suspended until you rise from rest and calmly stroll to the exit or you won’t get a wink as your dreams are super vividly intense. In this script I suggest you note not just the character, tone, events and the rest but, most importantly, your physical movement and make a habit of reenacting them the next day in ways both slow and deliberate and quick, without thinking then observe your consciousness as well other strange syncs and hints likes you keep having a dream of tumbling and are practicing forward rolls and such things then the you see, out of the blue, in your recommendations a link for how Bruce Lee bust his spine and came back with increased strength thanks to the power of free will. Actually, his life (and death) show well exactly what I meant as it was said his lineage was cursed by a demon that took his elder sibling ergo they hid his incarnation with a feminine name instead (“Small Phoenix”) which itself was very symbolic so look into that aspect as well as the vibration this brings means a lot as its used to get your attention hence the Cocktail Party effect. Its worth noting that his son, Brandon, was taken in events, strange, that mirrored the Game of Death his father filmed hence art is a lie that tells the truth as per Lovecraft who penned the Necronomicon as fiction but spiritual adepts around the world clicked he was being used as a channel, unconscious, to unveil certain secrets as this book changed the face of popular magick. They say that Wickedest Man himself was sexing a woman that the author linked up with and it was after this tryst this text did start to drip into his imagination but there is no real proof of this beyond Crowley being obsessed with Sumerian rites and beings which the book also deals with in depth. Often the spiritual aspects work oddly like this as its a question of resonance as everyone has met (or lived themselves) the event of a relationship that changed everything and the person, for better or worse, was never the same again… That is a deeper topic of which I’ve eluded to in the other thread but it brings us on, well, to the question of intimate interactions:

They will, always, be fated. There may be someone you really wanted but couldn’t connect to – no matter the attempt – or the roles could be flipped and you’re pursued by one you try like hell to evade and end up with another who is almost identical but draped in other skin. This is due to the fact that the reality distortion field of one on his last spin is immense and totally magnetized which offers a huge hint of how one can flip the script and use the Hermetic principles of vibration to overcome the negatives, transcend and turn hot coals of rage to shiny diamond of bliss as it could be a case of meeting one who wished to send you death, early on in your adventurings, but you, instead, give up a joint business that you held without a thought of recompense as your freedom is worth way more than mere Shekels. It can also bring the case of relationships in which one or both wish to call it quits but keep banging the pots and pans again whilst using excuses like “Its for the kids” when, in reality, they’re getting more and more damaged swimming in the morass of each others energetics but, in the end, their resonance is perfect which is something that was an immensely bitter pill to digest but, once I did, the lotus bloomed in the midst of the filth as I tasted milk and honey on my lips and a fragrant essence filled my nostrils that allowed me to avoid the mess I’ve just outlined in your head. Premonition? Intuition? Superstition? Who can call it? When the Psylense speaks, I listen.

Injuries and such things are often deeply symbolic as, referring to Bruce again, you’ll note it was his fabled fight of myth with an expert from back home that didn’t like him laying bare the secrets of the Orient to barbaric white men. Accounts differ as some some the Dragon issued the challenge whilst others say Wong asked him to shut up all the hooting and hollering with a fight, decisive, in which he’d have to stop teaching if he wiped the floor with him. Once again the story splits as some say Bruce demolished him within minutes and exercised mercy which led to the felled leaping and kicking him in the spine which caused Lee’s problems to start manifesting. You’ll note that the attack was from the rear and it doesn’t take a genius to draw a past life link just like Lincoln was capped in the back of the head by Booth which is another fascinating blip as plenty of those days celebs declined the Presidents invitation to take in a show and, handily, all of his guards were missing which allowed the assailant the perfect chance to slip in. What if he had been more intuitive (instead of his usually logic fueled bent) and clicked that people who liked to chill with him were actively keeping their distance and decided to stay in? There are no guarantees in this realm but there are times when the veils are thin hence the Club Twenty Seven effect except each and every one of them was murdered but thats another topic. In interesting how Lincolns funeral was held on Easter Sunday, isn’t it, and how this links in with the evident as well as the implications for the rest of the realm because can you imagine the difference in popular culture and music if it hadn’t been for the emancipation of those who sang “Swing low, sweet chariot” as the white man whipped them into picking cotton and the rest as they laid the roots for nearly every single musical trend that came out of the US and dominate all of its sports as well. One man can make a difference an, in the end, it is often just this as so few wish to step up to the challenge and now you know why he’s the only prez with his face flipped and that on a brown coin as well… Life is talking, are you listening? Of course there are those who say I’m clutching at strings that don’t exist and then there is the 8% who Know the Ledge and comprehend that if this is, indeed, a fractal there are no chances, my friend.

The truth of Bruces fight probably sits somewhere in the mid as it was akin to a Tyson vs Mayweather bout in which one excelled in intense directed aggression whilst the other was more elusive and kept his distance with an eye for scoring the win without getting hit. Whatever kicks it certainly marked an unprecedented evolution and back to the drawingboardness in Lees method and this is another hint as whilst many are stuck on tradition (even if it isn’t working) the one with a last spin doesn’t mind flipping the table and sitting on the ground instead if thats whats needed to clear his vision. This is why you may have iconoclastic thinking, immense attraction to cultures and norms way different to what you were raised in where you take to distant oceans like a native fish and feel truly in your element as well. There is a definite “Win or Learn” mindset as, deep within, you comprehend death is an illusion and this can manifest as either being immensely cautious (aka living in your head) or giving not an F then coming back to do it all again. Shades of Tupac, yes? There is a deeper aspect to this I really want to mention but can’t yet. In the interim you can read this article about the coming age of the inauthentic and how the Don Makaveli was the first of the long dead resurrected by new tech on, you guessed it, Easter Weekend, on exactly the same day as Lincolns memorial was held. What am I saying? Nothing. Everything. Something. Know the Ledge because, like Tesla said, its all vibration in the end as we are nothing more or less than pure consciousness that collects varying degrees of ignorance and wisdom from one spin to the next with most being content to play the hand dealt whilst others question the underlying mechanics and the click that buries bodies in the desert as they have a sparkling attraction to stage manage but that too is another topic… Speaking of which:

You will, for definite, step in with skills that either take little to no training to manifest or are so deeply buried and latent that the quest that takes you to meet them – face to faceless – feels like a living hell that just doesn’t relent. This is why I use the coal to diamond metaphor as all your parents can give is the most basic version of the carbon shell and its up to you to do the rest. He who resists the fates is dragged instead and if that bish can’t swim she’s bound to drizzown. Either way, you’ll come out of the other end a different version and this could be a higher or low octave as the Game may take no prisoners but it has plenty of hostages that still live and lumber under the illusion of freedom where each steps costs a red cent and blue dollar as well. I’ll let you Know the Ledge about why the golden circle in the mid is eternal and unchanging, from one life to the next, hence why you’re trained to dissociate from it quick ergo you’ll probably have a problem with authority and, by extension, school itself as well as propensity for addiction as a way of escapism as you wish to skip the steps of this incarnation. I would suggest one not do that for various reasons, unmentioned. Also, there are only two ways out of this bish, according to them:

One is moving in silence and the other involves making an immense commotion. Each has their own pro and con as it could be the current shrinking violet was all in excess for previous spins and the flip but there is also the aspect of rocket fuel to break the surly grips of lower astral space in which the Archons play and thus they both serve the same end which is ascent as one involves giving, generous, whilst the other is being Selfish and that isn’t a bad thing because, in general, you will not find many that get or even attempt to comprehend the shadows depth as you live. The net changed this a bit but there are plenty of fakers out there that do it for clicks or recite anothers scripts. The question is how are you when no one is watching? That tells its all, my friend. What else? Oh yes, the Spiritual Immune System.

Between spins – as the mindwipe kicks in – you are notched and ratcheted through a thing that works much like a series of prisms that split and reconnect your eternal illumination in prep for the life you’ll live and this is why a lot don’t recollect the past etc etc. The adept, by virtue of wearing the “Been there, done that” T or spiritual practices, can transcend this to keep an SIS in effect which the System really, really hates. If you land with this in grip you’ll be brutalized, the recipient of violence, neglect and all types of mess in an attempt to fracture it but, paradoxically, that just grants it more strength. Or you’ll seek solace via syringe, pipe or pill. Both are options. This is actually the most fascinating bit as you can spot its presence from a distance and people would’ve commented on you as a baby as there is an intense sense of presence and immensely accelerated development that, these days, would mean being force fed pills of Ritalin. In case you hadn’t guessed the System doesn’t want you to leave as it thrives off feeding on your voltage and all Warriors are, in a way, maladapted as there is no user manual for Knowledge of Self but that doesn’t mean all are on their last spin as this is aimed at a tiny, tiny segment of the 8%.

On the topic of friends, one curious blip is a link with one you knew, well, in a last spin. His only family history could be similar or tragic but you two will get on, super quick. This may or may not run the distance as not all we start the journey with have the same intent and, in some cases, he may actively be wishing to reel you in so you can both take the final trip. This goes double for sexual relationships hence one should be careful who they let into their bed as that act is spiritual exchange, in full effect which means you may have a string of admirers with that “If I can’t have him, no one will!” mindset and they too will be adepts, in some sense, even if they aren’t conscious of it and that brings more problems. Life can be tough and lonely on your last spin because if you reject the Game it does the same as well. In many ways those who relate to this are refined elixir of the 8% and, in many ways, will not need this text as they’ll make their own way. “So why do you share it?” someone once said. Simple:

By reading this, now, its present in your eternal, internal frame of reference so when its time for the shift you’ll already have the seeds you nurtured in this incarnation and that could make the difference between running away from home to join the circus only to discover they’re machine elves and way more vicious as they don’t even pretend to send affection in your direction or grin and bearing it whilst asking ones Self:

“What is the deeper message? The hint? The potential diamond from this coal, sizzling, they’re forced in my grip?”.

That can open up the pathways for spiritual inspiration as there are those who either transcend but stay in lower Earth orbit to help as well as those who can do amazing things across timespace as well and it could be that whilst your father, drunken, is whipping the skin off your rear end you disassociate instead and, something within, recollects this is the basics of astral travel that sprinkles a seed of nourishment that brings its own fruits when ripened that change everything. Had you not read this then you may be looking at the pavement when your star, overhead, is twinkling with a message and, on the flip, you might have had your head in the clouds (via chemical assist) when a scrap of paper on the floor shared an immense secret that was sent in your direction at that precise moment. One thing if for certain, my friend, you will comprehend the true nature of maya, illusion, the simulation (call it what you wish) with an intense sense and this is for sure now as it is then for you could manifest in to the realm in the time of Techno Sapiens and wonder what it would be like to explore your consciousness without the silicon pitching in as you head off for a quest to find a cave under a mountain in which there are no signals going out or in but, in the darkness, your awareness is shining…

To wrap it up real quick I’ll leave a slim list of things I didn’t mention but are worth noting:

You may gain immense pleasure from the most simple and basic things. You could possess an overly fertile imagination that can cause the greatest bliss or immense stress as well as you invest in illusions that don’t mean a thing beyond your awareness. Some place or geography may be calling – you should visit and watch for syncs and notice shifts in your resonance pre and post trip. Research the opposite, take nothing for granted and realize the youniverse is conspiring to make you win as its prepped for your exodus with trumpets of triumph, blowing, as you move onto the next octave and, hopefully, never have to wear skin again and interact with the Third Dimension. The ego and its tricks will, at some point, become paper thin. This is usually after you gain the gnosis that you aren’t that which talks but the one who listens, eternal, which is why I repeat it at length. This will, eventual, allow you to hear the Pylense and its constant between incarnations so if you Know the Ledge in this spin tuning in in the next is as simple as lying on the ground with legs bent, feet flat and breathing up and down your spinal column without making a sound at a level you’ll intuit and letting the rest do what it wishes as you’re just focused with effortless presence on the dancing clear light fluid because the ground and sky are universal constants as is your resonance ergo get familiar with your environment and listen when its talking. Realize that each difficult relationship is because of your past actions and events and take that medicine to reveal the healing hid within as revenge on your last spin is a strict no no as is suicide because that brings in a whole host of other problems that I won’t address in text but have seen manifest as the Game will squeeze each drop it can get to make this happen but that is a deeper, darker topic. As you may have guessed, sunshines and rainbows on exodus it isn’t but, to make you grin, here are a few upticks:

Get free or thrive trying is the mindset for one who awakens the Warrior within and comprehends he’s a god in the flesh and not the candles wax stick that wraps around from one incarnation to the next. Next, realize that negative thoughts are there to challenge and anything that is absent on this is spin is because you already rinsed it back when and this is, in effect, like looking in the fridge then making mayonnaise and salt sandwiches, with a relish, as your banquets done kicked hence why I mentioned simple pleasures but, get this, it can also make you super duper rich and abundant in this as basic as material but also the rest as its an across the board thing so if you’re going through Hell then keep on stepping with a grin on your lips, song in your chest and any time it gets tough just recollect that each and every diamond of consciousness had to shed the skin of coal to transcend and win the ultimate win. That, in the end, is the most important thing whether daisy fresh or grizzled vet as one needs to retain the internal flex of the eternal optimist and this ensures, whatever your incarnation, things go well as your energies swell in this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits as you’re either blooming or folding in and thats a case of resonance because, in the end, there is a limited amount of things this world can bring but the Prime, pre-existing one of whom you are an aspect made flesh is limitless and unfinite so create, create, create. If you fall down five and get up six I’d be willing to bet you leap over the seven hurdle and when you meet 8 you’ll click the true nature of the treadmill as you look at those who slipped at the first challenge and set up encampment in the Valley of the Plebs and then you’ll be faced with an immense decision of choosing whether to go for Self and ascend or use this spin to uplift the rest by sprinkling Game they probably can’t even comprehend but, one day, will.

Till we meet again

The scariest thought, across the lands, that will bring fear and dread into a fully grown man is the unshakable gnosis that thee are completely responsible for your reality – outside and within. Granted, this goes against what you have been secretly trained in, back when, but thats how they get away with it:

See, what the masses accept the simulation manifests ergo if you don’t think its sketch to sit still and look ahead for a nearly two decade stretch where your boredom was intense then expect the program that says “They wish to be square watermelons” ticked for the collective. In direct contradiction to what I said about being entirely responsible, there is a Prime aspect of whom you are an aspect in the flesh. This is what Jesus meant when he said “Know ye not?” but gnosis of this is entirely forbidden as its not conducive to running the treadmill. Can you see how much of a mind trip it really is to wear flesh in this realm? Thats only the beginning because if you live and die in ignorance then its “Mindwipe, bish!” as you get stuck back in and play victim to the so called divine right of kings that buy (then sell, at interest) all the money thats fit to print. Getting a glimpse behind the curtain yet? Who is Zardoz, in the end?

You are completely responsible for your own life is the Warrior mindset. This means no blaming him, her or them as its all for the win when you click that there are no accidents, only opportunities, my friend. Of course, this takes a creative imagination – the same thing school killed, dead – ergo it all starts to make sense when one comprehend the shadows depth. Many don’t and hear a cheery “Quick, to the mental asylum!” for daring to suggest they aren’t the voice in their head aka the predator of consciousness. This isn’t just me saying it, no Sir. Look into ancient texts and legends, as mentioned, and you’ll find there was a time on this very planet without this interference but a part of me suspects it goes a little something like this:

You ever seen a Mexican wave, in full effect? You do not see the individuals but the collective send a message. Life, from higher realms, I think may be just like this ergo there is no demand for individuation as it messes up the flow they intended if one deviates from the script. Now, lets pretend that all of those folks in the seats are under the influence of that which they don’t comprehend and, all of a sudden, they throw their hands up in resonance and, due to their vantage, have no clue about what they’re saying. Shades of “I don’t know what came over him” or “She’s a completely different person when…“. Jaynes spoke of this in his origin of consciousness thesis and I suspect it may be a thin slice of a much bigger thing that I’m currently elucidating. I could also be totally incorrect and that is cool as well for this is a work in progress hypothesis aka a strong opinion, loosely held. That, my friend, is the difference between a madman and mystic, methinks, for it is akin to you being born and raised on Earth but then finding yourself, inexplicably, on another planet. The crazy will try and apply the old rules that served him well and gain a depot injection in the rear end for his efforts whilst the Warrior stops to reality test and says:

“Hmm, interesting. There is less gravity here which means things are not as dense so lets see if the physical has an internal correlate” whereupon he detects his mindbody links are way more intense than in the earthly realm ergo what once passed as quick introspection now delves to the very core of the matter with spirit as he spots the links, strong, yet tenuous, that link his unfinite consciousness to the flesh and thus ascends the Vertical Axis which is what we all do, each night in bed. That may seem a bit “WTF?” but, to me, it feels correct and yet how does one describe a private vision to someone else in a way that conveys the depth? Its like we dream in FourD with another plane of reference thrown in but if you tell a friend that unicorn was shooting bullets of pure affection that caused transcendence when they hit as they dispelled all ignorance you’d previously accepted as part and parcel of being human it is akin to this in comparison to the detail you know well:

This is why spiritual development is a solo thing but Dr Rick Strassman did an interesting test in generating a chemical equivalent where he took some DMT (that he termed the “Spirit Molecule”) and shot up his peeps then told them to say what they see. To a T they all came back with sketches, identical. The scientist scratched his head as they all documented interacting with discarnate beings and feeling super religious – which was a shock to the lifelong atheist, hence the quote ascribed to them about all old perspects being defenestrated as they lose their mind, conditioned, to come to their senses, present. This tells they’ve slipped the bounds of the surly influence of the predator of consciousness for its one of its greatest tricks in which they re-present old things to current events as a way of stealing resonance. This is the exact reason, I suspect, why the glow of Inner Sense dips as people become Adulterated as things become common and seen for what they rep. Case in point, when you are under the influence of intense emotions such as affection and pair bonding with one who gets you erect or wet there is an intense upping in res for you are, in a sense, tripping. The downside of this is the inevitable crash landing for what you were hoping the other delivers is actually based on unmet childhood needs hence two broken glasses do clink, asking the other, “Got a drink?”. The high mentioned is the anticipation of salvation which may or may not present.

Note, I’m not saying this doesn’t happen. Its the reason why the old school Shaman was a matchmaker, back when, as he kept his local ecosystem in resonance by exporting and importing certain elements to others connected to the same innernet. Read this text for an example and compare that with how we do and why divorce is what it is. All to keep the lawyers fed! Don’t forget to keep up with who they said! They’re all actors, in the end. Like a bunch of Mexicans waving to cue the rest into following them as the message they send to higher realms is “This is exactly what we want and intend, we do so of our own free will”. Look around at the world with its rivers that run red and then guess why your god doesn’t do a thing…

There are so many levels of deceptions and slick camera tricks that, in many ways, psychosis is the only sane reaction to the criminal intent at the helm. This, as you may have guessed, can be quite deleterious hence its used as a weapon to prevent higher gnosis which may or may not be the reason John Nash was sectioned after working with the Pentagon before he could formulate the next in which he was quite certain his intelligence was connected to forces beyond the realm. Tesla as well said exactly the same thing after they mothballed him as he lived on milk and biscuits, talking to his favorite pigeon. By themselves these traits may lead one to think “That boy is off his head!” but then look at their contributions and sheer potential in comparison to the rest who run the treadmill and see if you intuit whats hidden in the depths that is scared to death of being exposed for that means it won’t be fed. Earth is a farm, we are the crops.

Rich people are like those cattle that are massaged and well fed before ending up dead on the plates of people who pay top dollar to consume them. The rest are cooped in, stressed to death and injected with odd things before being blended and sold at the equivalent of a fast food establishment. Did you know that a certain well known clique that sells obesity as a benefit had their food tested and found one burger contained the mix of a thousand cows they blended? Just stop and think about how incoherent the signal is when presented to your flesh that digests then compare this with the apples on the shelf being a year old due to the fact they were flash frozen, flown around the realm and dipped in chemicals to prevent them from rotting… Its a war fought on many fronts hence if you were man and wife in the time when the Fonz said “Ayy!” your food was all locally sourced, fresh and organic plus your own wages were enough to keep a roof over her head as she nurtured your seed with her innate resonance. Like I said, all of this has been Mexicanned with the intent of making robotic sex all but inevitable but there will, as always, be those who reject the program and won’t become transhuman…

A lot of what I’ve said will be proven by time, I am certain. Just check the sketch of Philip K and the world we’re about to live as he said the same thing for I study the outliers to comprehend and reality test my own perspect for it could just be a delusion but, like Strassman said, when ten people meet the same thing and all describe, vivid, traits that are identical one cannot help but think… Back in the days drugs were the genesis of all modern religions hence the ritual of “Take this as my flesh and my blood as well” which seems oddly cannibal from an alleged pacifist vegetarian. Except he was reffing a mushroom, magical, and the waters which drained from the cup aka the grail that was offered to the adepts. All of this gnosis vanished so you could make a crook in a popemobile (bulletproof) really rich and yet no one seems to question why the man selling the image of a heaven seems to be so attached to this realm… I’ll let you tell it.

This world is a side effect and thus the subtle elements wield immense influence. Just like the shadows depth in which you’ve stored all you repressed and these seeds do spring as a midlife crises and such things due to the live unlived. Unexamined, as well. That is of most sadness because if you believe the script they sell you are entirely responsible for ending up in the flesh again because, guess what, you asked for it! Ah, its such a slick trick. Like how they convinced the world Yul Brynner built the pyramids. I guess he invented some really, really good sunblock first, eh? Art may be a lie that tells the truth, my friend, but some times they make the fib so big and immense then just keep repeating, often, so he who questions is seen as ridiculous. Like, for example, how every single terrorist in Eighties flicks was a raving lunatic of Middle Eastern descent with a “Death to the West!” message. Seeing the seeds they implanted to make those efficient Mexicans wave to accept the script as they said “We are cool with this! I wish to be molested as I board a flight on a jet thanks to this exceedingly improbable state of events that were, for some strange reason, woven in to the narrative of loads of media I’d been consuming since back when”. Am I tinfoiling or offering hints into how the subconscious rules everything and they manipulate without relent? I’ll let you tell it.

It is worth noting that I wrote, in this article, that there will be a handy, dandy “terrorist” attack that causes them to withdraw public access to the net and when it comes back you’ll need a driving license type thing to access the web. That, now, seems nigh on inevitable. First they came for your porn, then it will be your VPNs. After this expect a load of deaths – always of the plebs and never the rich, yes? – and people will cluck in need of a fix of the digital opiate of the masses before, like the old New Coke trick, they bring back something almost the same but different… HFCS for the win! That stands for “Hopelessly F’d, Completely Stupid” by the way which is how the operators of this realm look at their guinea pigs for they class you as mere cattle and way beneath them. Can you see why one who thinks in the land of the ignorant is seen as a threat? Better yet, why did Jesus (against the image they sell) constantly diss his family and parents? Do the Knowledge, my friend, there are rhymes and reasons that strike terror into the depths of these predators of consciousness… By the way, you’ve no doubt seen the thing where they take a quick selfie for facial recognition to provide access, yes? Link this in with the immense dataset they have of your mobile digits for two step verification and the Minority Report CCTV that proliferates this realm and you’ll see how its all bought in by stealth like they boil frogs, living, in the kitchens of Hell. I guess PKD was correct but, like Van Gogh, they said he was off his head and yet that famous artist could detect, on spec, the cosmic turbulence that underpinned this realm hence he sent his ear as an offering and message of objection to the all of everything and yet the Mexicans are still waving, as you read this text. Its a brave new world, for certain, but the scam is old as the hills upon which Rome was founded as the Empire never ended…

The truth of the matter is every single thing in this realm, at present, is an act of war. Some of the weapons are quiet, others silent but make not the mistake of thinking you aren’t partaking in the shenanigans as this text reps a sketch of what they’ll never overtly tell during the two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” but, nonetheless, shaped your inner realms. Do the Knowledge, my friend.

Till we meet again

I spoke previously of a man of few words. I, on the flip, will talk about anything, at length, to anyone who’ll listen because you never know what will kick when you throw a pebble of thought into the previously uncharted depths of ones consciousness. Some people totally flip as they feel uncomfortable but they are few and far between. Many, intuitively, get it and start to comprehend a deeper sketch and often surprise themselves with what ticks beneath their familiar resonance. The man who did, not talked, was quite different. “Every word unspoken is energy preserved” he said, when we later met. He, himself, was not aware of this before he started to introspect but when he spotted the common narrative that ran through so many elements he was not certain there was a deeper thing to his way of being and was fascinated by the options.

See why I said that without Knowledge of Self one is a mere robot of the flesh mistaking chunks of Thunk for fresh etherous thought instead? This convo, of few words, really had an immense impact as hence I started considering what I expressed in light of this new res and, you know what, he was totally correct. Dig:

In his mind it was a simple case of energy out and in ergo he was a miser from end to end whereas I’m a tad too generous and tend to go the extra mile and back again. I had, previously, engaged in my extreme dopamine detox which entails three days of total silence, zero stimulation and the most basic food one can imagine ergo I wasn’t a stranger to this aspect of Self but the magic happens (and the change sticks) when you can remove the target from the pedestal and make it standard equipment instead. This means no yelling and screaming when someone gets in “your” way as you zip to an appointment to sell the image of blissed out yoga twists in a state of Zen. That simply shows where one is incoherent because one who lives their lyrics would click the world belongs to everyone and thus what presents “out there” can only generate reactions within ergo one should grin, say “Thanks!” (and mean it) for the friendly hint that there is something lurking in the shadows depth. This is what those aforementioned pebbles often hit in my random conversations as some people attest their lives were changed by chance encounters due to my “No strangers in the Game, just friends waiting to be made” mindset as I tend to step in with a familiar resonance as I speak directly to their energetics and that, to me, is super interesting as I never have a clue of what will kick until I’ve started talking. The quiet guy, on the flip, simply absorbed others presence but his aim was to help himself by spotting what they were missing.

To me this view was alien but seeing it and modeling the process offered much reason for introspection as this type of internal OS is pretty rare in this realm, yes? And I don’t mean that fake Stoic, motivational talk dream selling on how to become a “man among men” that youtube vids seem to dreamsell to people who delude themselves with false narratives about how they appear silently mysterious when, in reality, they’re totally invisible. You can only pull that role off if you’re attractive, dressed well, smell fresh and you presence emanates a palpable magnetic swing. Thats the bit they won’t tell as they can’t sell and if you had it you’ll know, super quick, and wouldn’t be absorbing their cheap phony baloney content designed to fill their coffers and your head with Hopium. See, thats what I mean as it was inspired by a conversation where I asked someone what Stoic meant for them and had them underdig with a “Why?” to get to the true reason behind said thing. It was, as you can guess, to cover a lack of confidence and all the problems this brings as it repped an easy solution to a complicated problem that was rooted in events back when. One swift timeline map and the problem was pulled, root, flower and stem. No longer a shrinking violet but neither a rose, blooming red. His natural frequency was somewhere in the mid, like a daffodil, as he was naturally calm and centered with an occasionally sardonic wit and the driest sense of humor one can get ergo if he dropped a comment, people listened, didn’t get it then eventually clicked ergo he became all he truly wished – and then some – by doing the Knowledge which doth link:

Research the opposite perspective, my friend. Your greatest strengths are hid behind what you currently accept as weakness but that is the true test which separates the chosen ones who choose themselves and those who simply binge on youtube vids without truly changing a thing. In the chaps above resonance he’d often think of this quick quips but keep them in his head with a slight smirk on his lips that he felt was mysterious but others, around him, simply decoded as autistic. When he finally built up the steam to vent and, with perfect timing, dropped a comment quite slick his colleagues took it in and went on with what they did until the person he addressed looked back at him then said “What did you say again?”. This caused the rest to double take. This time his smile was genuine as he no longer fake. Its a wonderful thing finding your groove, truly it is. Better still is discovering your wings and comprehending this was all a runway to higher consciousness which, itself, is a gift well worth unwrapping. Know this, it can only happen in the present moment as that is the only time that exists, my friend.

“Have you ever noticed that when you close your eyes your other senses kick in? Like there is some type of void they fill?” said the personification of “Say less”. I had noticed this but with just that much said in response to a question he replied everything about his inner terrain and how he directed his resonance. I found this totally fascinating as it was so alien to my freewheeling and rambunctious way of doing things. “Time for an imperiment” I didn’t say as I was already practicing. What came next was so amazing, so liberating and so Game changing that I can only suggest you take what was said as inspiration and dip into the box of tricks that is your unconscious and flip the script you’d penned. If you’re totally fresh and new to this then start at the basic steps with some Dicelife till it clicks as you never know the strength you possess until you start testing it. Makes perfect sense, yes? Relaxation is preparation as its the basis for everything but on top of this feeling of Centering man stacks so many things. Often as means of escaping it which, if you stop and think, is so backwards as it hints we need to feel tense to actually be chill which means that which we Thunk isn’t so say “Hi!” to the predator of consciousness…

What I realized about the quiet guy was he was so consumed by this thing that it subsumed everything else as his life was all about what he could get, playing that angle and this but it taught me an important lesson as it was not in any way shape or form my natural resonance and this compared really well with the pseudo Stoic flex as that wasn’t his but he’d found something that made the boxes tick whilst ignoring what didn’t hit as a way of feeling better about himself as he constantly second guessed and talked himself down in his own head aka the loosh ness monster strikes again! Its got billions in its grip and it plays this realm like a harp from Hell but who sets the tune and who does the dancing? I’ll let you tell it…

What are you tolerating in your life that doesn’t serve your best? Which relationships with cracks are you attempting to correct instead of allowing them to crumble instead? Where do you hold back and when does it overspill? The Law of Conservation states that energy is a constant thing and thus you can’t destroy or create it – only change it. Its an interesting sync that the word itself spells conversation as well as its the same variables but with an order shift that makes all of the difference. Does your verse serve your highest intent, my friend? What if that was the lesson? That one should lessen in order to excel. Totally different to what the world says but then its a total mess, so why listen? You can apply this wisdom on the reg when it comes to relationships and such things as a lot of what kicks for communication is actually the batting of energetics from one to the next. Don’t engage or react. Simply notice and move on then, for bonus credit, apply this within your head and you’ll note that the natural lifespan of an emotion is ninety seconds. Anything over this, you’re doing it to your Self. Is that the sound of one hand clapping against your forehead? Only time will tell as the habits and things we build in life echo in death because the true depth of the sketch is all of this is simply conditioning for the end of your spin ergo if we came from Psylense and only that which left steps back in to its resonance… Well, that speaks out loud, yes?

Till we meet again

“Know ye not?” he said whilst delivering the greatest ethering the world has ever seen to those who proclaim to be the holy when, in reality, they’re wolves wearing skins of the lambs they’ve killed and now sell a pretense to the rest and will call you a something something if you happen to spot the difference and mention it.

We are gods with amnesia.

This isn’t a glib statement as I can prove it and you are welcome to reality test the variables in order to draw your own conclusions. Step one:

The most important thing in this realm, upon which everything else is built, is pure consciousness. The Observer Effect attests to this as does the example of a kid playing sports who scrapes his leg then yelps upon noticing but not before this. Energy flows wherever the attention goes which is why you can tell, ten times out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of your head. Now, the implications of this, when taken to their logical conclusions will end with a statement that I suspect will be much in tune with the title of this article because the brain (which doesn’t create awareness, only modulates it) is in on the trick and its such an elegant decep that eight out of ten will never question what kicks. Stop and think:

Water takes the shape of whatever its poured in, correct? Back it up a step and its the rain that fell, yes? Rewind a bit more and its a cloud of undifferentiated higher consciousness in a prime realm that saturates this land of illusion in which people are frozen stiff, like little sentient snowmen, scared to death of melting. That, my friend, is the Game of Souls, in a nutshell because whilst there may indeed be nothing going on but the rent its worth noting that J.O.B was linked with persecution which wouldn’t relent as he kept on going about his biz. Your life is just like that so, in a sense, it does what it says on the tin but lets stick to the topic:

So, pure consciousness, the all of everything to which many people fix loads of different labels and then kill others with varying descriptions after calling them infidels fell into the hands of one without that connection and thus lacking the full link. Shades of Gnosticism, yes? Well, it matches what I’ve seen beyond this realm really well with some notable differences in arrangement we’ll get into as and when. I want you to pretend that its a raging hot day and you, as a kid, get into your head to build a tent using the darkest, heaviest material you can get. You do this, real well and now have a totally sealed realm where you sit, by your Self. For some reason you find a knife in the arrangement of a pen and cut a little hole in the skin. “Let there be light!” you said as the illumination that was always present but laid under obscuration poured in. Lets pretend that your imagination is so vivid, so intense that all you need to do is think and things happen. Into this cosmic whirlwind you place objects in motion that condense sentience. Lets call them planets. With a grin you said:

“I planned it and its going as intended!” as you settle in to your role as a god of this realm. The rocks doth condense and start to spin against the darkness in their own little orbits. Then something interesting happens. Because nature is fractal and 1 + 1 = 11 in that sense the arrangement of these things invoked a higher resonance and you find something almost human walking around, for a bit, on the third rock from the shine that is pouring. “Oh my me!” says thee as you now have imaginary friends to assuage your loneliness.

Thing is there is a difference between you and them. Not only do they struggle to comprehend the materials they are wearing in your domain (and domination) they all forget they possess that which you lack:

A Prime connection.

Thats correct. See you may be in and of the tent you built as you can’t escape its grip but they came from the original point of origin and thus can leave when they wish and get back on with their true gift which is being immortal and without limits. “But, but, but, but then I’ll be lonely!” said the child with his chin wobbling and set off, in his limited ways of thinking, to ensure that never, ever happened.

That, in a nutshell, is what most people are worshipping. I know, “So blasphemous is he to speak about his majesty like this!” and other vainglorious proclamations as they link their presence via association with that which limits then under the guise of freedom but how many of them click that the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing them they’re him? You think thats thoughts you’re Thunking? How can you be the voice in your head when you’re obviously that which is listening, my friend?

We are gods with amnesia. What I’ve just outlined above is a condensed set of steps about my adventures in this and previous incarnations to draw these conclusions as I’m not simply parroting, verbatim, the details of a cake I’ve never tasted but speaking after munching the basic biscuit of true gnosis that really made me grin at how slick this deception is.

Look at the words of pretty much every single prophet, the old shamans, medicine women and modern schizophrenics as well:

They all offer a hint that none of this is what you suspect and the true, non dumbed down image, is so intense that you may just flip your lid if you aren’t suitably prepped to handle the voltage. Buddha documented the tricks that were attempted against him, by his own kith and kin, who would profit from his ignorance and yet he saw through the deception. Jesus and Yahweh are bipolar opposites and yet the Church and various appendages of satan have pimped and flipped the narrative to make it seem like they’re identical when one was all about liberation and severing links to this realm whilst the other was a blood thirsty tyrant that killed those who opposed him. Remind me, again, how all of the modern problems in this realm, in a spiritual sense, all stem from three faiths that proclaim similar things in the same location and each and every one of them is totally convinced they’re correct and the others are tricked ergo death to the infidels and the potential world ending event which shall kick when one side is definitively losing and hits the nuclear switch that turns us back into Adam and Eve living in caves again. Say, you don’t think this could’ve already happened do you? Like this may be just what the Hindus with their Vedic text mention as weapons that melted elephants with a the glory of a thousand suns did their thing and the sky fell aka the Star Wars phenomenon? “Nah, don’t be stupid! Thats just Hollywood doing what it does best!“.

The funny thing about the truth in the darkness is people often fall over it and get up then carry on like nothing even happened…

The Zoroastrians had a similar sketch in which they, the grandfathers of monotheism, posited two forces in this realm. One beneficial and benevolent and the other wicked and savage that opposed all forms of goodness and excelled in corruption. I’ll let you tell who is at the helm of the tent in the third dimension with a hole poked in it to trap Souls in the flesh and then convince them they’re human and their true problem is external.

That is what happened with all the sects of the Gnostics like the Manicheans and Mandaens, Essenes and Cathars as well. Struck dead, looted and pretty much erased from the record whilst the wolves in fancy dress donned the skin of the pious and corrupted their teachings. No wonder Jesus said they are of the devil and there is no truth in them because they are, first and foremost, people of the tent that thrive in the darkness as they prey on ignorance of the rest that don’t recollect they’re gods trained to forget their innate divine connection aka pure consciousness. In a Game like this its innerstandable why demons would don fancy dress to play with the perceptions of those who were in the grip of ignorance and totally lacking in gnosis, yes? After all, if they got it they’d pick up sticks, head for the hills and get out of this realm which would leave a sad little schlep, alone in a tent, with those who would, eventually, eat him for sustenance as they know nothing else but consumption given that he built them in his image. Pretty wild, yes? And here we are, stuck in the midst of a rock and hard place whilst wearing tender flesh that is drawn toward pleasure and away from pain and thus easily manipulated via the use of trauma, symbol and repetition which, by the way, is the secret blueprint of the modern realm. Just ask a Millennial.

Actually, trace this back to the cavemen I mentioned that were circling jerking in the earliest fertility rituals to see who was still capable of reproducing as they “went forth to multiply” and attempted to engage in fructification in the midst of all types of aberration due to the end of the last stage of the Game which signaled the beginning of the traumatic inheritance and mind control programming that currently runs in your veins at the present moment and influences your decisions. Case in point, rats trained to run a maze create kids that do better than other specimens without that experience ergo you could say we take to trauma like a fish swims and if it happens to come prepackaged with old texts, powerful symbols and immense rituals then, in the words of the Borg, resistance is futile. And yet not one child steps in with any of this inside their chest. No, its latent and must be activated by programming which is where the archons (aka the planets) step in to do what they do best. Don’t worry, my friend, you’ve been worshipping them without realizing which is why they’re plainly hid in the daze of weakness you heap on your head along with other spells as you say “Thank F its Friyas Day!” and get drunk off your tits before engaging in sex thats vigorous plus you can ponder why its nine to five as eight to six may just kill a bish. Not for nothing, why do most heart attacks happen on Monday? What of back when when thirteen moonths equaled a year before the sun crept in to a position of dominance and the subjugation of the divine feminine (aka Holy Spirit that was struck from the record and replaced with a thousand Mary’s in order to induce confusion) which culminates with the present moment of… I’ll let you tell it as I’m sure thats more than enough for the 81% still plugged into this construction to digest as you can probably guess the 11s and who they rep as well as the fact the he who pushed the pen is an 8 who says:

We are gods with amnesia.

Dare ye Know the Ledge? Me? I had no choice in this and had to up my res due to those who, seemingly, want me dead and the Prime, the pre-existing one of whom I am an aspect made flesh that keeps me powerfully protected hence why I’ve said what I’ve said as what springs from my pen came from what I’ve lived, died and came back again to spread.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

No matter your race, space, place or religion there is one thing we’ve all been taught since we stepped in:

Contraction.

“No, don’t do that!”.

“How many times do I have to tell you…“.

“Wait till your father hears about this“.

There are countless variations but they always feature the same thing:

A showdown between developing Inner Sense versus the grizzled vet of Adulteration. It really is such a strange thing because its totally invisible and yet if you were to ask one of these parents if they feel anywhere near as happy, creative or content as their jit they’d reply:

“No, I don’t“.

If you then requested why they’re doing unto them what they themselves had done did by the previous (and equally unfeeling) generation they’d protest as they’re trying to protect their (false) self and all the investments therein which are like scaffolding designed to ring fence in via limits they accepted exactly what is possible. Really ponder this sketch at depth, my friend, as we’re getting to the heart of the matter today as being human is quite ridiculous (in the grand scheme of things) but this state called Adulteration they filter into the mix just takes it to the next level of ignorance. And yet, most of the populace accept what they detest. Why is this? Well, a babies brainwaves are exactly the same as an adult under the influence of a hallucinogen and, straight after this, they shift into the same resonance of one fully grown but in a state of hypnosis. Put them together and you come to realization that reality is a trip and we’re all tranced out as well.

I, personally, find this extremely fascinating as the implications are world changing but the problem is most don’t click that they don’t have to be what they can see ergo they can snap out of it. This is what I meant when I said you aren’t a person but people instead ergo you don’t have moods, they have you instead. The best way of seeing this is like imagining your awareness is a pure light in front of which the (false) self presents a tint. This, in turn, creates state dependent memory access hence why one who is feeling blue recollects everything that made them depressed whereas when affection is surging the birds seem to sing just for thee and everything presents with an ethereal sheen that makes one feel quite spiff. Amazing, isn’t it? What if we could shift states at whim? Like a gearbox of consciousness. Wouldn’t that be something? I suspect it is possible as posture has a lot to do with it hence the need to create a mindbody map of emotions then research the opposite. This can, I assure you, pay immense dividends as you look at the old mood and think “What an idiot!” for having ever believed in what the voice with says. Top tip – You ain’t it but that which listens so if its ever hitting you with a right, left like Ike did recollect that Tina only truly spread her wings when free from his grip. Even that, in retrospect, is a not entirely true thing as she gave as good as she gets and the Hollywood tale was totally skewed to make him seem like a demon as thats what they do best. Just ask why nobody ever mentions the millions that were killed and left for dead by Mr Churchill, himself, or his shady investors and backers that took him from nearly bankrupted to the Prime Minster of the coven people where he spent in excess of Ninety K per year on gambling and drinks as well… All they ask is trust and they’ll make you what you wish. But, thats another topic:

What you have been secretly taught since you were born is that you are flawed, unacceptable as is and incorrect. Back when this was laid on super dense but the tremors and aftershocks of said events still reverberate, real well, in the modern kingdom hence why I said that it was simply two words that shattered your inner realms. Read that article back and then check in and ponder how, exactly, you are supposed to fulfill this commandment that has dripped from the lips of stressed parents since the Devilish tongue stepped in. Crazy, isn’t it? This programming language has a lot to do with it because the child wishes to know and their parents say “No!” instead. In many ways children are born fearless as this is their recollection of being an immortal before the flesh and its of most interest how there are two (loud noises and falling) which hint at, respectively, the Big Bang of Zinc when sperm meets egg and thunder and lightning crashes as well as the dip in resonance and filtering through the glyphs that prepared their Soul for resonance hence we are a fallen people. Much like the way you can’t connect your phone to a pylon there is a step down effect needed to interact with this realm. Those who bypass or transcend either become mystics or super intelligent but if it happens in the mid then its usually a psych ward for them. For the genius element its often noted there is a problem in relationships as the others simply don’t get what makes them so electromagnetic in resonance and thus the sparks either fly and singe the one drawn in or they sit with the rest and admire from a distance. Tesla was a great example of this but, unlike Churchill, those shady financiers didn’t swoop in with a blank cheque to assist as he went against the script. Their friends, three lettered, however did lay claim to his papers and things which, I suspect, is what “inspired” Jobs to create the iPhone which now pimps the minds of most denizens.

Tinfoil talk or could be a thing? I’ll let you tell it because, to me, its Self evident the Game proceeds at a pace that a certain clique does set as that is the sign of the times hence why Prince was found dead in an elevator when, in resonance, there were purple waterfalls raining as they celebrated the reign of one who rules over them… More to heaven and earth, my friend. The most amazing thing about Adulteration is how the parasite of consciousness hides itself in the true engines that power most peoples inner realms:

Fear, shame and the need for approval.

Whoomp, there it is! Now, if one were to question from whence came this inheritance the road leads, as you’d expect, to your parents for no baby steps in with this type of baggage. And yet, it happens. If one wants to get a tad metaphysic with all of this I strongly suspect the false debts of past imprints that were, once again, never questioned are responsible for all of this as the universe doth work like a blind watchmaker doing its thing and those who Know this can pimp the elements whereas the rest are nothing more or less than grist for the mill. “What do you mean by this?”. Simple, remember how the Agents of the Matrix were all connected to one central intelligence and were used to uphold the paradigm of “Seek and destroy anything that doesn’t fit and acquiesce”? Well, there are real life versions of this and they sit quite close to the head of the pyramid and this is the reason why your school had loads of kids, a few teachers in the mid and a principal above them as its the same blueprint as the pew filling, praise singing adepts, the priests who have the connect and the big fella that does it best. Everything follows the same model as it works really, really well when it comes to control and subjugation you can resell as something else. The truth of the matter is donkeys live a long time but that doesn’t mean wisdom is ready equipped, ya dig? Same with the primacy of consciousness as that is, to me, the same thing which all praise as the all of everything. Now, if everyone Knew they were a god wearing flesh who would donate to the temples and fight the endless conflict?

These programming shenanigans are the reasons you is who you is and that, surprise, isn’t who you wish because most people never thought of recoding their OS. Instead they pop out some kids and set to making them little versions of themselves even if their own life feels two steps from Hell as they wallow, hip deep, in self loathing and ignorance. Of course, many will deny this. Until they’re placed in a silent room, painted white, with no distractions. Then the real them comes roaring their awareness as they let out a little yell and run, out of the building. The less you embodied your disowned aspects the darker they get as they exert their influence from beneath the surface. This is the ever present and painful Yin to the Yang you happily project. Its also why I said that he who makes you mad is your master in this realm for they are, in the end, your buttons ergo if another doth press and you yell then who is to blame, in the end? This simple question marks the immense difference between a Slave and Warriors mindset, my friend. Another hint that kicks after you’ve been deprogramming is things that were previously seen as vital – due to the fact they shore up the (false) self – now seem trivial and ridiculous as they lack that emotional content. A great way of thinking about this is buoy floating in the ocean but, at its depths, its linked to an immense weight that keeps its still. The cord that links is snipped by integration in which case the floor reabsorbs this stuck energetics and the seas are freer in the sense they are no longer moving around a resistance.

What most people term productivity is simply anxiety in a fancy dress. For a closer reference read this article about one who found his life became meaningless on the brink of success because that carrot was never meant to be nibbled by the mule as he ran on the treadmill for the buoy floating in the choppy seas of his awareness was linked in with an immense amount of anxiety he’d repressed since back when. This should, hopefully, offer a different insight into what depression actually is and how to fix it without pills which, at best, only mask the symptoms. Now, there was a great example of the (false) self in full effect when you looked at life expectancy of blue chip execs who, more often than not, died soon after retirement. I found this study of great interest as the correlation was Self evident as they no longer wielded that Amex which reflected a glorious heritage upon them. Same goes for celebs but their wiles are different and their death rates a tad strange but we’ll get into that some day for the business is a beast that feeds on the strangest things… Least of all the attention of those consuming so what you watch often says a lot about your inner realms. There is that pesky shadow again!

What you have been secretly taught since you were born is the art of divided conquering and the team at the helm were well versed in said tricks way before Moses met Khidir and has his whole paradigm flipped or Jesus said they’re of the Devil and no truth is in them. I find this paradigm completely fascinating in part due to the life I’ve lived and because I have a philosophical mindset about the implications of being a god wearing flesh to interact with this realm. This is another thing each child Knows, for certain, when stepping in hence why “No!” is heard so often as they do all types of zany things. Fear is something you inherited from your folks and, often, it can be what they repressed that manifests in your existence or, as this example attests, it could be multigenerational things from ones you never met but whose lives and deaths found a fractal resonance. I tend to research the outliers and look for correlations then set out to refute the hypothesis because I only have strong opinions, loosely held as that is the hallmark of the eternally curious. In cause you hadn’t guessed that means I severed my link with the “Way it is” buoy way back when and this is actually the secret cause of most conflict ranging from interpersonal to international as we expect another to conform to our way of doing things because of, yep, the pyramid program they poured into your head. See, we all wish to be the capstone (hence the fake celeb trend) but often accept sitting in the mid as we play second best to the voice which speaks without end and stealthily pimps your awareness.

This is another one of lifes best worst kept secrets as no one seems to talk about it and yet its chatter is incessant. I recently quizzed some folks about it and they all got pretty vexed which was most amusing as only one truly did comprehend that this wasn’t their own true reaction but sprang from the predator of consciousness which sits and swims in the middle of their ocean of consciousness and holds a direct line to all they repressed. To get Biblical, this is the bad thief who won’t repent but the good one clicks that the trick is a pure grift and offers hints to your Christ consciousness that is currently stuck in the mid and crucified on the reg. This can manifest as synchronicities that make you think, certain things that scream for your attention or a bizarre string of events that work out for the best. This is intuition, doing what it does as it has a link to the resonance in your chest whereas the left hemisphere of your head processes, at best, 8 bits of information from a limited dataset to built the whole world you expect. See this text for a great experiment which shows how easily your lying eyes can be tricked as they’re ready to buy in to whatever the world sells. Whilst you’re there ponder why schizos are the only ones who don’t fall for optical illusions and no scientist, ever, has drew the link that they may just be seeing something that, to the rest, is an invisible influence…

We seek externally that which, internally, cannot accept or grant to Self. It is into this schism of a division the predator of consciousness doth step as the middleman of awareness and, for him, the business of urning a living is booming. Not a typo, but a spell, nonetheless. See, the productive gent that works from 8 till six and gets up and does it all again is projecting his disdain for laziness on others that ain’t him. But, if he did stop and chill he may just find something, within, that was screaming for his attention ergo there are levels and rules to this for one who learns to navigate their inner realms. Think of all of the times you’ve lusted to buy something, imagined how life will be amazing with it in your grip and imagined what you’ll do when you get. Then it lands. You’re happy as hell and can’t wait to show of with your new trinket. But then the rush fades, the old you is still staring you in the face and, boom, you slot in a new carrot, get to whipping your rear end with the stick and set off on another quest. Doesn’t that sound like the definition of madness, my friend? And yet, countless people do it. This is why I’ve said only 8% are truly capable of awakening the Warrior within as, for the rest, the premise is terrifying and fills them full of dread but isn’t that signal that something within is reaching out to them? That is when they’ll rush for some pills or surgery to quell this uprising and get back to biz engaging in things that never truly satisfy them. You can, for many, apply the above to relationships, religion and remuneration as the itch they scratch may be different but is true cause is identical. Satisfy the urge to discover the need then reverse engineer the steps and you may just find enlightenment by stepping into the shadows depth. Well, that or madness. Its kind of hard to tell and this, I suspect, it what happens to schizophrens as they find the buoy flipped and crash into the weight instead whilst lapping their realm. The mystic clicks the gift that has been bought to his attention whereas the madman starts to scream and thrash, wildly, and thus he drowns in coerced medication and things that address the effect but ignore that cause for what it says about them who dispense and the rest of the world, so well adjusted to mass sickness.

Till we meet again

There once was a bird that was tied with a chain. It could fly where it wished, from past to future as its binds possessed great length and when they were first placed on she fought against it with all her strength. What once was the embodiment of freedom was now forced to live within limits and initially she went and pecked with great vengeance and furious anger at the source of her discontent which was the peg that attached the chain which was fastened around her leg. After a while she gave up because it seemed useless, the obstacle simply wouldn’t shift so she tried something different instead and flew with all her might only to find herself snapped back to the present with a sore ankle.

Nursing her health she sits close to the object which prevents her natural expression of self and falls into a deep state of depression and laments “I was given these gifts and yet someone conspires to limit their expression. Qui bono? Who benefits?” she wonders as she gradually edges away from the peg and starts daydreaming about days of freedom in which she spreads her wings and pushes it to the limit, filled with the thrill of existence as she flits from one adventure to the next. “The whole world is my home, wherever I go there I met my Self in essence, present and correct“.

The sadness within is now filled to the brim and we, on the outside, notice the bird no longer flies but just sits, thanks to the chain around its leg. The truth of reality would loosen her grip on the tiny slice of sanity she has left and thus survival mechanisms kick in and she imagines future journeys of places she’d like to see and thus wiles away her existence of misery thinking about who she’d like to be as she nurtures the sacred flame that feeds the fires of her dreams. If you could project into these landscapes and communicate telepathically she’d deny fervently that she wasn’t free. “Look, I’m flying high. Happy as can be! Why would you say such foul things to me?” “But you’re not, not at all. How can I show thee? Look why not open your eyes and look at the reality I see of a sad little bird with a chain tied beneath” “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!” she’d screech because there is, buried deep beneath the layers of self deceit a part of her that knows this is the real deal as it fueled her trips in the land of imagination instead to offset the misery of being grounded when all she wanted was to spread her wings.

In such a situation how could you convince this poor wretched creature to witness the veracity of your statement and grasp the true nature of her predicament? Lets say you came up and removed the chain from her leg it wouldn’t mean a thing until she opened her eyes and left the illusions in the her head to once again feel the sensation of freedom again. Thing is she’d got so comfortable in this rut she once hated with a vengeance as she built a home made of ignorance to keep her safe from realizing what happened.

Ask your Self, what would you do? You by now must have a clue of how the bird would feel inside and due to the lies it tells itself that freedom now feels like a threat because to admit it was missing would be tantamount to killing the limited concept she built to hide the true nature of what happened and that is even more painful than reliving it again. “All those years wasted, whats the point?” she may think as she shifts to the land of freedom and those strains of depression buried within burst to the surface and threaten to drag her down again.

Coping mechanisms and belief systems are a strange thing because they use limited information to do what they think is best and ensure something approximating mental health is available for the one who finds themselves in a bind like this. To them anyone attempting to tear down their scaffolding is seen as a threat as they identify with it, the tale they tell themselves in their head to make up for the lack of freedom due to the chain placed around their leg. The outsider, no matter how well intentioned, will be misinterpreted as his actions are filtered through her stunted awareness that was only birthed to protect what remained of herself after falling Victim to anothers whim.

We, as observers, can see the man who wishes to help does so from pure intent and places a lot of effort into this by stepping into her realm and asking her to open her eyes, see the present moment and notice that he’s removed the chain that was placed back when and she is, in effect, free as a bird to do what she does best. He offers her the solution she has been craving and yet, from her perspective, it seems like a pill filled with bitterness as she also projects the initial anger and resent she felt at the one who chained her leg onto him as he, once again, threatens the bliss that she built and, once, felt. We see clearly how it was initially real them switched to false, all in her head, as she was anywhere but the present moment and thus even though she’d been set free that aspect of reality was out of bounds her to achieve purely due to her self limiting beliefs and story she tells herself in her head about those events way back when she tries hard to forget. Sure there is a nagging emptiness in her chest, a sensation that it shouldn’t be like this but a dream of flight will do when you can’t have the real thing. See the hard part of a dream, or nightmare even, is when you’re caught in it its entirely real and feasible. Its only when you rise from the depths and regain your awareness of the present moment that it shifts and you see the illusion for what it is but our sad little dove exists in a perpetual state of somnolence. Technically further from living and closer to death when it comes to her potential and how much is expressed. No wonder she retreated to safety when faced with such a predicament.

The saddest thing about this tale is she symbolizes 81% of the planet at this very moment and all I wish to do is to remove the chain of limiting beliefs from your leg but as you’ve Witnessed that in itself is quite a challenge when the one in chains goes out of their way to deny this and takes my intent as a threat to all they hold dear as it exists as salve that prevents the realization of the truth of their predicament. He who does awakens the Warrior within and thus gains emancipation from the situation with the comprehension that all of this realm is him as its projected from within and takes place inside his awareness where he is wandering. How is that for a head trip, eh? Suddenly, all the rest makes sense and the tears the dove sheds become diamonds instead and these only hint that hardest thing in this realm possesses the most flex as well:

Your imagination.

Till we meet again