Why Your Family Hates You

The things about the chosen (who choose themselves) is the Game knows this before you step in. On each spin its different. Till it isn’t. Thats a deeper topic but because we only interact with figments of our imagination (and thus, there is only ever one Soul in this realm) you must comprehend that this life is simply one of a sequence. Man flits from one to the next without true comprehension of what kicks as he’s too busy caught up in the mix. On the flip, we have he Monarch butterfly who starts out making a trip it will never end, and yet, its children seem to step in with a pre-programmed GPS. Imagine, if you will, that some humans too were capable of doing this? How long do you think it would take to proclaim the divine right of kings, intermarry among themselves and watch strange things happen to their chins? In another link we have the average rodent who I spoke of this this article and how trauma based mind control can also influence the next gen. Spotting a link?

The Warrior needs to comprehend through a far greater lens than the pleb who is simply content to get ahead and run the treadmill. We intend to get aheart and thus leave this realm at the end of this spin. Let the dead bury the dead, yes? One important thing is the whole “Only one Soul present” aspect as it needs a bit of explaining:

If you show ten people one man they can draw up to the same amount of conclusions. That is an immense hint that whilst we may all appear to be present each and every one of is decoding (and thus re-presenting) our own resonance which is then encoded in a way, invisible. You see this manifest all the time with couples having the “But I thought you said…” argument. This type of emotional chafing is grist for the mill, and yet, many in the situation are addicted to it (no matter how much they protest) and would never dream of ending it. Quite telling, yes? Such is the weight of living the life, unexamined, in near total ignorance of what is beyond what was programmed in, back when, and enforced via regularly scheduled programming. I would like you to imagine this:

There is a huge online multiplayer Game in which people can do some pretty fantastic things. It works using the latest VR holotech and, whilst plugged in, you are the character with their script, intent, whims and wishes on tap in this make believe realm. Time is dilated, much like dreams, so you can be connected for a second and have it feel like a few hours instead. Its all relative. Just like the fam that detest. Lets pretend that a very clever crew of hackers decide, via stealthy privilege escalation and various backdoor tricks, to circumvent the security system and, within a few gens, the Game as it was is unrecognizable. Gone are the actualized dreams of flying on wings as you float across the surface of this make believe realm. No, thats now been grounded and he was plugged in now, instead, plays computer simulations, pretend, that offer a decent alternative as he attempts to stave off death and taxes with laments. Sound familiar? Now, due to the way they pimped things it was presented in ways that people actually wanted to implement the shift and the number one rule of the simulation is “What the people hold true it will bring into view” ergo they got their wish. Doesn’t matter what the fresh connects intend because, one way or another, they get plugged in to the same that holds the older playas in grip. Lets say, into this, you send a crack team of commandos with the singular intent to arouse the collective to the true scope of whats happening. What do you think kicks? Thats right, they are born into a family in which all of their nearest and dearest do their best to waylay them and if that doesn’t work then its other types of wickedness.

Tell me, my friend, did you feel something subtle, long dimmed, start glowing within at this validation of what you suspected, deflected and were, quite possibly, scared to admit? Fear not – although one thing I have noticed with all schizophrenics is a fractured relationship with one or both parents as well as bouts of trauma as well – its not you, its them. Who are you, in the end as you deal with figments of your imagination. Comprehending this is the difference between a padded cell and becoming a mystic who transcends this Matrix. I’m not religious but A) I like the cut of his jib and B) a lot of the things the historical Jesus did and said are straight from the Warriors mindset. What he described as “Spiritual wickedness, placed well” and the whole principalities thing is a force that extends from the Fifth Dimension to make beasts of men. We, like fish, swim through the Fourth and are ignorant of its presence as they are of the water that surrounds them. Me? I see it as I was ripped from the tank due to my near death experience and thus things are quite different from my perception as I’ve seen what I’ve said, first hand, and so much about a little started to make way more sense. That is why I termed this the willhelpme project as you are another aspect, projected, ergo one increasing their resonance (and resolution) bodes well for the rest. Well, except those who oppress.

Remember in the Matrix how the Agent could take over any of the plebs in their quest to dead the Chosen? Well, in day to day, this same thing is responsible for the “I don’t know what came over me” or “She’s like a totally different person!“. Once again, self imposed casualties of a lack of gnosis or, if you will, human glove puppets. One thing you should note is that if you manage to escape the grip of your fam you may discover said Agents were always within your friend circle as well as relationships. Many a good man is dead because he didn’t suspect the wickedness in the chest of his woman and the spells she was casting over his bed. This is why, traditionally, the sages tended not to get wed, lived at a distance and renounced all ties with the ones who bought them in. I’m simply saying the quiet part loud for the new generation as the next step in the sim is Techno Sapiens which will hand deliver a hell that seems heaven sent hence why I’ve said that between now and Thirty Three expect some Game changing, immense. The world will become insufferable for the plebs and they’ll reach for one plane of the cube (as repped by the black mirror effect) as they get to sexing their semi synthetic life companions made of silicon and then its a wrap. Thats the next stage of the Game. Thats what I died and came back to warn you against because, for frogs in a kitchen that refuse to stretch their legs, its nigh on inevitable.

Recollect, someone hacked this realm to make it like this. They are the same at the helm that chirp “Safe and effective” as the fat of the land are waddling after being persuaded to buy chemically assisted concoctions from the supermarket shelves that rendered them such a mess before filling them full of pills (complete with side effects) and ensuring they’re scared to death in the face of ever increasing threats, regs and distractions. That last may seem different but its just poison wrapped in sugar pills instead of the opposite. Point this out to a Slave, plugged in, and they’ll check your head for a tinfoil turban. Not that you should trust my words. Far from it. I ask you to reality test and see if that voice in your head doth protest because when it does you’ve found the best hiding place in this realm and then can guess what comes next as its time for conquest of your ignorance aka doing the Knowledge.

There are so many double binds, triple crosses and causes for quadsternation that the reason why the schizo flips makes perfect sense when you’ve seen the fingerprints of the hand, invisible, that constantly suppresses all who manifest into this realm and its even more cogent when it clicks they came in with a message and mission to uplift the rest hence no due process for them. Just a Game of “Simon Says you’re a madman!” as they fill him with pills. Really ponder this, my friend, as a murderer can get caught with hands red and still must be fairly repped and measured before being locked in the bing or, at best, called a lunatic. A nutter, on the flip, can simply say he suspects the voice in his head isn’t him and face a life of persecution with no avenue for appeal or grounds for restitution. I, personally, am very lucky in the sense that a few madmen (who said naught to their family during visitation) confided me with truths they felt were Self evident about their predicament and what kicks to make the world like this. This was much to the chagrin of their so called “medical professional” as I wouldn’t spill what they shared in case they upped their meds and, besides, he told me, not them. Now, decades later, those seeds helped germinate this garden of gnosis which is an oasis of higher awareness hence why I can push the pen and lace the next gen as there are many who don’t get why they’re the sheep, painted black, by those whose claws are red and yet they present, to this realm, a totally different face so well…

There’s rules to the revelations, my friend. And levels as well hence an ancient quote I read, back when, that said:

“Not all who walk in the flesh are truly human“.

Makes you wonder, eh?

Till we meet again

Feeling What Others Can’t

We, the people, are precisely this because we decode a similar wavelength. Breaking it down even further, into its components, we class those of the same ilk as they too were trained to dig, dig, dig the same reality tunnel as their parents. Oddly, we tend to tolerate great variance better than small shifts as this often brings the type of skirmish which ensures the rivers run red. Heck, even within paradigms the most obtuse and, ultimately, pointless things can become such huge bones of contention that the bigger pic vanishes and songs of praise to the same thing are replaced with “Death to the infidels”. Its a strange thing, being human. That much is for certain. I mean, I still haven’t gotten over (nor fully accept) the premise that I’m wearing flesh and walking around on a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance. Thats such a wild thing. I mean, lets pretend an alien from a place with extra dimensions popped into your head and said:

“Say there, Earth dweller, whats the sketch from the basics in your realm?”.

And you replied with the above premise. Doesn’t it seem just a tiny bit ridiculous? And yet, people accept and build the rest upon this. Feeling what others can’t is akin to being raised in a complex in which everyone is blind, since they stepped in, but convinced they see, super well. For some strange reason they omit all of the bumps and bruises that kick and have built a society that is somewhat functional but they do rage and yell over what has became their main thing:

The description of a sunset.

The rise, they all agree, is a most wonderful thing that then underpins their very concept of “light” even though its drawn in by the rest of their senses which pitch, that and this, to generate the concept. When it dips though, hoo! Then all hell breaks loose in this town of darkness as some say its a veil that gets in the way of something that, otherwise, never shifts whilst others scream and yell that the very planet is moving and thats what causes said effect. The former laugh and scoff at this idiots for their home, as they know, is super still and their senses do prove this ergo the curtain clique hold dominance and see the other side as a bunch of fringe lunatics. The title is quite interesting as they intuit and test for the presence of another type of luminance that has its own strange flows and ebbs. Some of the others are intrigued because they too can feel and, eventually, they learn to predict the motions of this thing which they believe is proof the veil itself is moving and the true source of illumination is constantly present.

Imagine, into this, a boy is born with perfect vision. How would he communicate to the rest what he so clearly sees?

Better yet, would they listen to him or claim he was simply ignorant or, worse still, desecrating their traditions and ways of being as well? Now take all of this and move it from seen to felt and you’ll have a pretty decent sketch of what made me push the pen. All around us there are things, invisible, that interface and interact with human beings. If that sounds strange then recollect all of this happens on a rock floating in the abyss that chases a fireball, into the distance. Its not that odd, is it? Better yet, I can prove their presence as one of the most common sensations in this realm is the one of something staring and you look, dead bang, at what it is only to be greeted with nothing. Pets detect, real well, hence your cat stops grooming to track these movements whilst your dog may growl and bark at the invisible being. And yet we, as humans, are people of the veil whilst those who think the Earth does spin and intuit a bigger pic are seen as fringe, at best.

Caught up in the maelstrom we have the common or garden schizophrenic whose testament, since incep, has been remarkably consistent. Would it help to shore up what I’ve said with a simple observation which may make your head ring with its implications? The so called mad men are the only in this realm who don’t fall for optical illusions. They simply do not work on them. Take this and extrapolate a bit and you’ll become one of the small percent on the other planet I mentioned who truly start to think and formulate the outline of another presence that was, hitherto, invisible. All of the greatest discoveries in this realm have came from women and men that could feel what others can’t. John Nash was a great example of this as this man was a walking paradox in the sense that he was aloof, distant and aggressive when it came to most relations, physical, and yet, within, he embraced numbers with a poets tenderness and leapt over seemingly unsolvable problems that dazzled all of his peers. Did you know he, often, arrived at the solution first and then worked backwards to make the math fit? This, to his peers, was either genius or madness as they simply couldn’t think like this but, for him, it was natural spec. Tesla too exhibited similar traits and is on record stating that a pigeon talked to him via bands of light, coherent, which, wouldn’t you know it, is exactly the same thing documented by Philip K Dick and the man who imagined the future in which we’re about to live spent absolutely ages sketching out his exegesis trying to make sense of what kicks.

In the parable of the other land into which stepped the boy who saw well these titans are the equivalent of ones with third eyes, in the mid, totally blazing and thus are so far beyond the paradigm that people dismiss a lot of what they said instead of stopping to ponder the sketch that they all present and what it says. And then you have the so called mad men who interact, directly, with what they intuited is playing with the minds and emotions of humans. I, personally, am fascinated with all of this as the implications are quite intense and this quote from a man that gained concepts in his dreams he used to write fictional works that went on to create an occult genesis as some magickians came to comprehend that they weren’t simply thoughts placed in text but actual, factual transmissions from noncorporeal beings, beyond the realm:

Read that back in and let it sink to your depths because its the equivalent of the blind men and the imaginative lunatics before the boy stepped in warring because on the fringe says:

“There are other luminaries out there, similar yet different, to the one we’ve termed “Moon”” as he goes on to detail what he feels about we see as Self evident. Feeling what others can’t is not really a nice thing. Just ask Van Gogh who, in his time, was seen as a talentless imbecile but when we developed the tech to catch up to his own sketch we noticed the perfect turbulence he wove into his pics… Now his works are priceless but yet people don’t hear what he said. He already gave you an ear, what else do you need to take heed? Maybe we aren’t supposed to stitch together the bigger pic as the implications would be devastating. Like the boy who sees with clear vis and listens to what both sides do kick then closes his eyes and unfolds the wings of imagination to see what they’re processing as he builds common links between their relative ignorance that will either make them listen to what he says or join hands to revile his presence. One day, exploring outside the village, he finds some buried tracts that were written in their own form of shorthand which looked remarkably like Sumerian for one could run their finger across it to decode the message that was as simple to impress as it was to express your perspective:

“I hope this finds you well, ye of clear vision. We know they do not comprehend and nor will they listen” starts the text. This was a secretive sect that Knew the Ledge as they’d developed some ways of means of igniting the eye in between that all possess but most never bothered to check. They went on to detail how there was a time in this realm that all saw, really well, and their vision went beyond the veil and what they’d seen was so very strange that it defied conventional explanations about who, what and how did create. Then the Game changed, the stage dipped and things began to shift. The texts continue “You are the first, the natural moment of genesis. The Alpha and Omega of what is coming, has been and always is. Man is trapped by his own ignorance and believing what another says for the comfort it brings for its better to be together and incorrect than alone, out on a shaky limb”. The boy, now a teen, is fascinated by what he reads as the pieces start to fit like a straight Tetris because with his mouth he makes a click and stumbles upon the concept of echolocation which he takes back to the people and creates a simple test:

He has ten men stand in front of an obstacle, hands them each a clay tablet with a reed and states they should write down what they “see” and then move, smoothly, from point A to B. Five are from the veil, the others are invested in the concept of rotation. Each accepts the challenge and begins to push the pen. None of them pass the test as they all ran into this old and gnarled chunk of tree that was placed, haphazardly, in a room he had purpose built with walls, a roof and floor, for said purpose. He then brings them back, one by one, and demonstrates the principle of clicking then listening to form a vision. Some stand still and vary their volume before writing. Others move, cautiously around the edge and a few keep their back to what is solid. He then takes them to point B and decrees “To A each, your Self, shall thee lead”. And they do this remarkably well. On the other end he hands the tablets back, at random, as they read each others views and find a remarkable concordance. And, just like that, they regain their true vision as their optics worked, perfect, but they’d learned to ignore them and the whole world is now quite different as they move from a time of darkness to one of illumination which is, I suspect, something that will also happen on this planet with the advent of human beings that are mildly remixed with machines interbred to train out the incorrect imperatives that made us accept ignorance as wisdom but there is an implication to this that I suspect others may miss:

What if these things, invisible, that others reject but are documented by madmen and mystics as being Self evident, are the same who are responsible for all the bloodshed and conflict? What then? Would a false heaven be a better bet than a real hell? Better yet, lets pretend that instead of developing the click language which allowed their innate skills, long suppressed, to finally blossom the guy in question on that planet, imagined, had actually found and trained animals then sold them as guidance whilst keeping his true vision hidden? The people who buy in would be super impressed with this gift that changes everything (whilst allowing them to remain identical) but, in the grand scheme of things, what have they truly gained?

I think about things like this, really quite often. Why? Because I feel what others can’t hence the golden child is he who kills all illusions, dead. If you listen closely you can hear three blind men who grasp a tree, wall and rope yelp as they feel their sacred symbol is under threat. How many do you think comprehend its actually an elephant?

Till we meet again

Apathy in the UK

In this thread there is a lot said but what you’re seeking is at the end so its a question of resonance as the rest outlines the sketch that makes the present make sense:

If what you’re doing doesn’t work. Choose better. “Choose what?” he said. Lets rewind, for a moment. The hypothetical reader in question is a card carrying, signed, sealed and delivered product of the System. He has never invested in any form of introspection. Everything that happens is a reaction from the depths that manifests on the surface. The epitome of a Click-Whirr existence. She gets angry online when she reads comments insensitive. So much so that she’ll then make it her mission to destroy said person by combing through their socials to find something ancient and bring it to the attention of those baying for blood like he is as they feel an immense sense of glee at tearing down another in order to feel better about themselves. “Miss! Miss! Look what he’s doing” says the wannabe teachers pet as he snitches on the rebel in training. Can you see the links? Its the exact same thing just manifesting with a difference but the underlying process is identical. What does that truly say about these people?

It wasn’t always like this. I remember the analog world. I also came up poor so the environment was often as rough as the words hence the stick and stones thing. They too were also present along with fists, bottles and various other weapons. Flies in buttermilk tend to stick out, yes? Sometimes, looking back, it feels like the reality of this timeline was flipped and it all shifted to a whole nother version of the planet. Kind of like the Matrix said but Self evident as people in the Eighties never acted like this so its obvious something is in effect… Would you rather see real hatred or fake niceness? That is the question.

You needed (and had thicker skin) to survive because things were nowhere as legislated, regulated and mandated about who did what, where, when and the feelings this brings. The net killed that with a quickness and thus we have a bunch of overgrown children with too much time on their hands, not enough real world connections and – usually – an immense sense of frustration that, surprise, surprise, can be traced back to their childhood. In that respect this acting out is a symptom of the Adulteration and the net normalized it with a quickness. Why? Because it plays right into the governments hands and creates a state of suppression and reliance upon it whilst also preventing anything which could be seen as dissent, critical thinking or, shock horror, an informed opinion. Problem, reaction, solution. Its a scam as old as the hills and its in full effect with all of this because each generation passes its stress onto the next.

Those of us who were around, back when, can tell the difference as its Self evident. Sure, crime rates were sky high, boredom was something you actively had to prevent and the presentation of entertainment was regulated and limited. No “on demand” or binge watching. Hell no, you’ll get it when its given and this counter-swing in the opposite direction is leading to a lot of neuronal frying and further fragmentation as a tool of alleged unification actually creates division and conflict. The new opiate of the masses. Identical to the old, in that respect, but far more addictive. Heck, they even tote the same symbols and imagery. What? You think its coincidence that Windows did its thing with XP leading the charge (“In this sign, conquer”) or the whole bitten apple thing? Come on, man. All the major players are on one team and any boundaries are entirely artificial as they all play their piece. Sure, each one wants to get ahead and be the best and will use the variables they have the best to make their intent manifest but the playbook is all scripted hence the recycling of concepts and why the true adept just looks on, from a distance. In the world but not of it and thus a bit more impartial and able to call it as it is and not what they’ve said.

Sometimes, the Emperor really is naked and the comments section of any place proves this well because you see loads of Adulterated children begging for attention and validation due to the need to be seen. Can’t get it one way? There is always another way to scream longer and louder then claim its a win. Isn’t that, after all, what passes for discussion on the web? Like I said, regression to an infantile status.

Add on top of this the version of you in the Eighties compared to one that has lived to the present moment wasn’t carrying anywhere near as much baggage from the handy, dandy threat of the ever present terrorists that always seem to attack with an oddly numerological precision that aims to instill the most fear and stress in the common people, living, and never do you see a direct assault on who they say is the problem. Traumatic mind control is the name of the Game. It really is and they play this card like a harp from hell as they stack the deck then deal from the bottom. The fix is in. To survive ensure you aren’t of, just in. Watch from a distance with no investment. This is what being Centered in Self brings as you have that forcefield around your awareness that is akin to being invincible.

That means you decide what gets in and thus don’t need to regulate everyone, everywhen to ensure nobody is offended. Just stop and think how stupid that mission is. Might as well send a differently abled, plus sized, cognitively divergent person of reduced stature to ice skate uphill. Then present them with an award and congratulate them for being so brave, so amazing, so special.

Back then it was well known that you can’t please all the people, all of the time so you just did what you did and let them handle themselves. Sometimes that would cause and argument and other times a straightener on the cobbles. To this day I’d be willing to bet there isn’t a man who hasn’t pushed the limit after quaffing a few beverages at their local and got biffed on the chin that didn’t have an immense moment of clarity in the following events as he sat and recollect the why, what, where and when of what happened. See, we used to recode our own internal OS based upon imperience because, nine out of ten, he won’t do that again as it creates a state of empathy in which one sees the reason for the reaction instead of legislating it out of sight and normalizing something that is quite crazy as the way to be.

In many ways, during my spin, I’ve noticed so many things have been inverted and it really is quite amusing. If it wasn’t so tragic. People had less, far less, but the tangible level of happiness you felt in their presence was immense. Just glad to be alive, in that respect. Nowadays when I speak to folks its obvious they’re anxious, stressed and distracted. They’re usually anywhere but in front of me. Another thing is how few people truly speak. The dimming of true connection is amazing, absolutely amazing. You can tell via the styles of conversation that happen in the flesh versus the equivalents, back when.

Now, is all of this rose tints? Yes, thats possible but I’d also be willing to put it to the test and those who lived it will attest. Its impossible to be subjective but I’m pretty certain they’d all agree with what I said about the overgrown baby trend as throwing tantrums for attention is what a two year old does best because of their inability to regulate their feelings. Its not just the net or the fault of the tech and social programming. That inherited trauma and radically shifted environment has a lot to do with it. What do I mean? Well, back when, foods were often locally sourced, fresh and in season. There were no out of town supermarkets offering deals, just small businesses. This created a sense of community, a real connection and various other factors I mentioned in a previous article. That is now gone and its a state of depersonalization because the person on the checkout doesn’t care less if you haven’t been in for your shopping as you’re just another face in the mix.

The small community aspect is vastly underrated and even though I’m not a huge proponent of religion this aspect of it is brilliant as its nice to be noticed and missed if you’re absent. Its very reassuring and that aspect of local resonance has been totally stripped away as we are now lonely together on the internet. Our minds are simply not equipped to deal with the tech. Its akin to giving a chimp an assault rifle. Sure it may look amusing but its an accident waiting to happen. Actually, it already did. We are living in that world now as everyone is brain damaged. Great for big business as well as the secret agendas which which are hatched under the table as the end result is total reliance on a centralized System so we can schlep toward a Type One civilization then drop the bomb and end up back in the Stone Age to do it all again. Welcome to the Game you’re playing by using your Soul as a credit. Pain is inevitable, suffering, however, is entirely optional and its all about your internal OS and how you respond to your Inner Sense via the vibrations it brings to your senses that then are traded for labels. Thats it, in a nutshell.

I could go on to state that aside from the food all being organic as standard as well as the communal links there was way less in the way of environmental toxins. That was with the kids eating lead paint chips and sniffing Magic Markers whilst they still had all of the noxious additives. We are drenched in so many types of endocrine disruptors these days as well as a myriad of electronic signals that they all create their own effects and shifts ones awareness. Its obvious. Everything is interconnected because, at its most basic, its all one thing (itself “no thing” that is everything). In that respect this dimension is like a string of pearls so if you move one the rest shift. It can be large or so small that its imperceptible but it can be detected, nonetheless.

What you’re doing doesn’t work. Choose better because all the current track will beget is immense worldwide conflict and this actually is just a reflect of the mess going on within that you dare not deal with. There will be more and more laws that will cause more and more stress until there is not just wars on every continent but people ripping each other to shreds on the pavements as the rivers of blood that were promised run red as you’re binge watching another series while being up to your eyes in distraction and totally numbed to the events as they just keep ratcheting up on the scale of intensity. In the background sits the team who rub their hands and grin as the multi-pronged approach is working perfect. Populations are on the decline, the strongest die whilst fighting and those that remain are often weaker specimens that need another to look out for them as they’re scared and stressed to death by a world gone insane and will willingly accept whatever reality they’re given from one who says they’ll protect them but is actually the chief architect of the conflict.

Once you can spot the fingerprints of the hidden hand it becomes obvious why the whole world hates the left and this links in well with why heart and earth are anagrammatic as neither are connected to modern man who lacks resonance with what really is important as the black cube controls his whims, directs his passions and tells him what to think, who to hate, when to stress and, most importantly, promises to amuse them to death if only they keep feeding it attention. Which they will. Not for nothing do the three main religions that are constantly beefing hold that same symbol sacred and have it woven into their narrative in ways both subtle and obvious so, in that respect, the race has been prepped to think resistance is futile as the blueprints have been etched and retraced for generations.

In, not of. That little space makes all the difference. After all it can shift “imperfection” to “I’m perfection”. Which one would you pick, if you had the option? And that doesn’t need any soft language or psych tricks because once you Know thy Self then it becomes obvious that all is unfolding as intended and that brings me back to myself at the present moment who is pondering whether the rebel without a pause mindset that motivates this from within is entirely wasting his time and skills by even typing this missive if it is all so scripted or is that exactly what I’m supposed to do, anywhen, ergo it is what it is? Who knows? Of one thing I’m certain, however, is that for evil to win all good men have to do is nothing and if it wasn’t for the little boy, back when, we’d still be convincing ourselves the Emperor isn’t naked.

The human race is rife with manipulation. Its pretty much the basis of everything and its how things get done and most people don’t realize they’re being pulled and pushed by some strings that pimp their feelings to move to the intent of anothers whims. Those who are of will never see this. Its impossible for them as they take those wishes and make them commands they manifest whereas those who are simply in, just visiting this realm and thus not so heavily invested, can click the nature of the skills that are being deployed as weapons that hide their bitterness under a seemingly sweet surface. Like the internet.

Before I jet, a prediction:

There will be civil wars raging on every continent and most of them will be fomented by agents mixed in to poke and prod at those suppressed feelings and then they’ll sit back and profit from the conflict that moves along the script, as intended. Problem, reaction, solution. A trick as old as the hills that is reused, without end, because it is so effective. Watch, print this out. Stick it to your fridge and when it happens maybe then it will click that what you’re doing isn’t working as you start to recode your internal OS by Knowing the Ledge and being willing to peer beneath the surface and thus increase your gnosis till that distance presents and you’re no longer of the Matrix as you’ve disconnected from its threads that render you as little more than a meat puppet.

Until then we’ll see apathy in the UK so when those handy, dandy “terrorists” bring the net to an end and you see people fiending for a hit of that dopamine click you’ll see how I predicted it because its all Self evident… Techno Sapiens, by one means or the next and it all starts with a Digital ID that says who goes where and when hence Twenty Minute cities, bans on people born after Oh Nine smoking ciggies and then you’ll need to keep that phone on deck for your access before its a hop, skip and jump to a chip in your head which is exactly why Siri spells iris when flipped and the apple is already bit. Do the Knowledge, my friend…

Till we meet again

Adapting to the Darkness to Seek Enlightenment

We, as a society are drawn toward the light because the dark inside hides the glow we’re truly seeking. Like moths called to an artificial flame that wasn’t in their blueprint we’re maladapted to the world due to these inventions and our own ignorance. Imagine you lived in this realm ten thousand years ago, can you even comprehend how immensely different it would feel? Better yet if I were to pick that version of you and this and ask them to switch both would say them same thing about their new environment:

“Its deafening“.

I’d be willing to bet it would be easier for you to become accustomed to back in the days than the flip because you were born into the noiZ that other can’t even imagine. In that respect we’re like frogs that were dunked into hells kitchen and have the water turned up in increments versus them who would dwell on the lilly pad in their element. See why it would be easier to switch back to what is innate, that state I call Inner Sense? In that flick you’d comprehend, real quick, exactly what, where, when, why and how of the System that imparts Adulteration is and then, bringing you back to the present, you’d wonder how the hell people can be some numb, dumb and disconnected? Worse still is if you tried to raise them from the slumber they’ll deny they’re within. Why? Because they haven’t balanced the equation, can’t see the relation between the outer chaos and the same within they pretend doesn’t exist.

As a collective we’re starting to realize what the ancestors know well and that is all starts and end within. You are what you’ve been seeking and it doesn’t exist in any books or temples (although they can provide guidance). This is why the spell “atonement” says well that its a question of singular resonance. For a long time we’d outlawed nature and embraced the synthetic when it comes to dealing with problems. Why? Mainly the patent system because those who do are in it for a check and your best interests are super low on their lists and thus they spend on lobbying and the politicians you elect sell out your position in order to pad their bottom line and live the life they wished. Sad, but true, isn’t it? If freedom is outlawed then only criminals dare step across the line in the sand another tries to convince them is real and solid. Thats a pretty wild concept but most people are already beaten into submission and well on the way to Adulteration before they hit double digits when it comes to their life sentence.

The ancients studied the planets, their movements, the animals and their actions as they sought the common resonance. Plant allies were a part of this and modern science is amazed how one herb can contain a powerful hallucinogen which is totally inactive until its mixed with another that always grows within a short distance. When they asked the old shamans how they knew this was the mix that would have them surfing the non physical realms like you do the web they simply answered:

“The plants told me”.

This is intelligence that rests in your fingertips if they’re connected to your chest because the Adulterant attempts to bypass this process hence the glow in children dims and they seek outside themselves for solutions and find nothing but a whole load of problems. Taking it to another level the ancestors clicked that there must be something happening on different levels and sought ways of fine tuning their consciousness. Not for nothing are the mountains associated with the gods, asetics and mystics and this is because the higher one gets the less interference is presence. Those without such things found other options and many either retired into caves filled with darkness or created their own types of underground caverns in order to see what happens. The concept was simple:

We came from the womb of darkness and thus if one returns whilst living what rises after the imperience shall most certainly be different. Knowing the deal it meant the ultimate disconnection for which there was plenty of training because if one is to remain in total isolation and complete darkness then best believe you’d already have created a good grip of resonance on your faculties and flesh as this is an advanced kind of practical metaphysics. What they discovered was interesting because the mindbody shifts its resonance depending upon its environment and when it realizes the regular rhythm of light and dark isn’t present it starts amusing itself with a rush of chemicals that are usually rationed and drip fed as you go to bed.

The inner sun begins its ascent and the visions they described of seeing the seven heavens, ascending on a chariot and meeting god herself in an amazing presence that is entirely ineffable and yet totally Witnessed happens as the DMT levels within start rising. As you can guess there are also immense metabolic shifts and this state of intense relaxation with single pointed focus within makes the world they left living fall dead without their attention. Part and parcel of the process was that a lot of the mess they carried as tension patterns and habitual ways of thinking also started to melt. Why? Because there were no old habits to sustain them. In that respect it was like the shedding of skin and thus after a few months within he who left was exceedingly different to the man who stepped in. Truly born again. In a visceral sense. Often these people were glowing due to their illumination and after they’d sit and kick it with others who’d done the same thing as they compared the notes of their imperiences. This, as you can guess, became codified as religions and thus people who hadn’t felt a thing would argue that their way is best whilst missing the point of the whole thing and here we are in a world of stripy toothpaste and flat screens.

After my dance with death I knew there was a problem. My mindbody had been ripped to shreds. Huge chunks of my energetics were missing. It was akin to a team swinging multiple axes at a tree in the same instance and the only thing that remained to prevent it from crumbling was a tiny sliver of bark that was carrying the weight of the whole thing. I have a natural tendency to think that only good things happen to me because I view life as a puzzle to be solved ergo if those hot coals they sling, burning, in moments of immense pressure and tension aren’t gripped in your fists they cool and coalesce to cause even greater problems once they’re inside your subconscious. If, on the other hand, you are present enough to grip the gift fearlessly and peer within you’ll see they shift to diamonds that shine their way to higher consciousness and illumination with a strength and beauty unequaled by the sums that were presented. That is the difference that makes all the difference in this realm. You, your intent, your energetics and manipulation therein via the conscious deployment of your mind and will.

Even though I’d never considered such things at depth during my previous existence before these events I knew that I needed some kind of isolation, away from the crowds maddening and agents hidden within that were deployed as spies whilst acting like friends. Sensory deprivation came calling and I picked up and phoned this place that was surrounded by nothing beyond nature at its finest to book a session. Never having tried it my initial experience of floating in the darkness was around six hours and the me that stepped in was quite different to the one who went in and thus the gifts of the ill intent that wished to wipe me off the planet was the nascent seeds of enlightenment being sprinkled in the garden of my awareness which I was now, after a life of near ignorance, starting to tend once again. It felt so new and yet so familiar as well. Could I be who I mentioned earlier in this missive that spent lives in isolation in pursuit of Knowledge. Could be, could be, my friend because I strongly suspect that we carry imprints from one life to the next that are often hidden resources that we don’t even suspect. If gold is hidden beneath the ground where we’re begging and someone comes along and drops a bomb in your midst would you complain about the effects or examine the new surface to its depths and find something missing that you’d be seeking in other places? In that respect what if in another village the people that were begging put down their bowls and picked up shovels instead to find the exact same resources? I’d be willing to bet that in that realm the jet laden with missiles that flew overhead would not drop bombs on them. Thats a really real hint about the nature of all of this for those of you willing to dig because either you can walk on your own two of be dragged and screaming whilst missing the scenery as it happens as you struggle with a lack of traction that only came due to your previously incorrect actions.

The universe can seem to be a tough taskmaster but if someone doesn’t listen to a request whispered with affection then turns a deaf ear when you tap them on the shoulder and say it with a directness how can they be offended if the next slap that comes shouts “You better pay attention“? Remember, you’re doing this to your Self. As weird and twisted as that may sound when we look at a world that is a couple of bus stops from hell and filled with endless suffering there is power in this. Power because what you accept you can check and thus are no longer a Victim to whom things are happening. In the case of the man that is now yelling and screaming whilst being dragged along by his heels lets pretend he heals, loses his mind that told him what it isn’t (and actually got him into this with its one track Thunking and tunnel vision editing based on expectations) as he comes back to his senses. “Thanks, I’ve got it from here” he says to the higher forces that were previously dragging him to move his script to another page as he’d been stuck reading the same section for years on end.

The risen man dusts himself down and considers whats happened. “Where I was and where I am are quite different” he thinks. He can either return to his old ways, the habits he craves and detests in alternating waves of consciousness that kept him trapped within limiting concepts that he knew so well or he can adapt to the unknown and keep on pressing. Be thankful if this happens. Many will be dragged to their destination, dumped in a heap and left to fend for themselves and will spend from then till their death either lamenting, repressing or erecting immense and complicated coping mechanisms to deny what just happened as the ground (aka your subconscious) remains beneath them, undug.

“Six hours?” she said with a tone incredulous. “Have you done this before? Why don’t you ease yourself in and see if you like it as some people have had some strange reactions from the novel sensations that come via floating in darkness with no stimulation”. “Nope, I”m good. If thats the longest the place is open then I’ll take it and see you in a minute”. If she’d said the space was open for twelve I’d have spent that within and if I could’ve paid for an overnight session that would be most welcome because we were Witnessing the genesis of the “Get free or thrive trying” mindset that is now crystalized in my awareness. “If you wish” she said, sounding unsure of the premise. How did it feel? Not that dramatic really, all things considered. I went back a few times again and each one built upon my developing state of consciousness that allowed a respite and relaxation that I now realize was missing for most of my existence. It did however make me think of old things, become of aware tensions and thus come face to face with the Pane Body you’ve heard me mention. The difference between me and thee is that was now preventing my embodiment whereas, for you, it limits your sentience…

“Seventy two days?” the people say. “He’s been in the cave for seventy two days? I can’t believe the length of the stay” when the news came in that the village shaman had came back from his trip. Everyone wanted to know what he saw, what he felt, what news he bought to them beyond this realm as reward for his dedication.

“You are dead but don’t realize it yet“.

That was all he said before secluding himself. Some thought he’d flipped his lid. “All that time in the darkness has done a number on his head. How the hell can we be dead when anyone can tell we’re alive. Its obvious, isn’t it?“. Others stopped to consider it and mentioned “Well, every other time he’s said things they’ve made sense to some then the rest of us get it and its obvious. Its the same with this. He must have a reason for mentioning it so what could he mean? Dead in what respect? What sense?“. Others, who had previously never considered the path of renunciation said “It ain’t that difficult, I’ll give it a spin” as a few encouraged them to step in. Some of them quickly ran out screaming as they told the rest of fantastical demons and such strange things that gripped them with a fearful menace. Others didn’t even get this far because when they sank in to the darkness they found their minds filled with anguish and dread about what was happening and what the point of this was as the darkness was frightening. After a while they forgot what he said because nobody really considered it and most people just wrote off the observance after his extended stay in the darkness.

If a cloud of sentience that floats in the heavens looks down with benevolence at his children, a part of him, that are falling during the rain seasons how do you think he feels when he sees the same that was once free now solid and frozen down on the surface of the planet? “You are dead but don’t realize it yet“.

In that respect the most humbling realization is how we have it all backwords ergo the hint that funeral is real fun but edited is something worthy of consideration because what the snowman calls the end the raindrop classes as reconnection and its only by upping the voltage via the directed use of attention and all surrounding resources does that stream ascend back to its native environment which is the cloud of ineffable sentience and presence within which all and everyone are present as its of, but not in, the lower, denser world the snowmen inhabit. Ya dig? Adapting to the darkness to seek enlightenment is a parable for you to riff as it can apply to many things.

When it comes to relationships there is the loud part and what silently powers the tryst. Same when someone else gets the promotion you wanted and your first reaction, suppressed. Best of all though is when you realize that its all, literally, inside your mind and there is no one else in this realm as then you truly start thinking and the desire to Know the Ledge shall spring from within as so much more starts making sense but don’t expect this to be specced on any standardized test as its hidden in the darkness, for those who seek enlightenment.

Till we meet again

Nobody Is Coming to Save You

There won’t be a savior swooping in, medical intervention or winning lottery ticket destined for you, my friend. Might as well get that hope out of your head. Same with the perfect relationship, big break for success or whatever other coping mech you’ve invested in. Like Max driving his cab, you’ll keep on waiting for your day to come until you’re old and then its time to pretend you never wanted it anyway as you await death.

Don’t cry. Celebrate. The fact you’ve read this text and it made you feel something within is the hint you can make a difference. First thing is shake them shackles off your mind, no actually, the initial step is to comprehend you’ve been locked in to a reality tunnel you didn’t design as that allows you to realize you’re complicit in your own oppression. Then you feel the bondage most are too scared to admit and from there its on till you’re gone but even that is an illusion because you, my friend, are unfinite. A piece of the Prime, rendered in fractal, animating the flesh with your divine presence. Really ponder this, if Superman was in a jam – all panicking and yelling – asking “Someone, anyone, come save me!” then somebody would have to slap some sense into him, yes?

“Fool, you are the best of us. How the hell are we supposed to help when you’re the one they sent to help us get out of this mess?“.

Thats exactly the same thing because what if a planet of Supermen had been Clark Kented instead with SSNs, MTV, death and taxes all force fed from the moment they stepped in? Who, exactly, would awaken what was dormant within all of the ignorant who thought the old myths and legends were either fiction or religion and not a truth to be applied in the moment. To extend this, I’d like you to consider that each child who steps in Knows, within their depths, they are different and here to do something special. Then the System gets hold of them and its on with the specs and hanging cowlick as whatever they pumped in becomes cattle, sacred, never, ever to be examined with a critical perspect and they, in turn, hand over their kids to do the same thing even though, in the end, they felt nothing but unfulfilled or miserable by being tricked into playing a hand they wouldn’t wish to have ever voluntarily picked. Welcome to the Game, my friend. This is what has you in its grip and it won’t relent unless you persist to resist what that Agent in your head says is truth and fiction. Reality test. Do the Knowledge.

Nobody is coming to save you.

Better yet, in all of the written testaments, historical records and myths plus anything else you can pick from the four corners of the globe – has that ever happened? What if I told you yes and that it kicks all the time but people don’t realize it? Walk with me:

Whatever you call your divine, even if you’re an atheist and bend the knee at the altar of science instead, its true form is consciousness. You are it, my friend. The seeker is what is sought and that is why the cosmic riddle is so amusing to those who get it, in the end, as its so obvious but well hidden. What else do you expect from the one who sits in the mid of the Yin/Yang and makes its spin? I will admit that one must be beyond good and evil to come to the mid otherwise you’re just fronting and pretending because a good man will kerb stomped by the villain whilst a smooth criminal can mime being decent until you tempt the killer out of him. What I’m saying is the middle path only truly opens when the extremes have been tasted and that, even thought its difficult, can happen in one spin. I guess it all depends on the hand you were dealt which is why my preachings and teachings are aimed at the 8% who know this is Hell, in the flesh, but also hold songs of Heaven in their chest and wonder why its like this. The rest, I’m afraid, are well adjusted but discontent and thus won’t dare Know the Ledge as they have no reason to peer in, fact check or reality test as its not their imperative for it was not part of the test nor on any official syllabus that was poured in their head, back when.

So, just like every school kid knows, this place is a flat circle in the sense that matter can’t be created, only flipped. Meaning there is but a finite amount of resources, processing, call it what you wish. Its why, for my Eighties jits, the people back then were more sturdy, present and intelligent because the product has been stepped on and made thin to generate these new brainrot kids. Its all by design because frogs in the kitchen are cooked in increments, or degrees, if you will. That way they don’t realize its boiling. At the moment we’re going to see mass population reduction until the Two One kicks in and by then the herd will thin with pleasure robots doing their bit as people pump the silicon life companions they send for all the pleasure they handle in this spin. After that the coupling will begin again but it will be different as the amount of people will decrease and the relative res will step on so now will feel like Standard Definition in comparison to their Eight K. Problem is, their screen will be behind a cage but they won’t notice it because its presence will be invisible. And, by that, I mean the chip in their head that unleashes a steady drip of neurochemicals akin to a low dose LSD trip along with behavior modification and synthetic telepathy as well. Watch and see. Well, no, cos you’ll be dead but I’d be willing to bet my sketch is exactly how it kicks hence I push the pen as testament and anyone with imagination and sense can intuit its so predictable because you look at the moment and reverse engineer how we got to this and see whats coming.

The thing is the world is yours. The future as well. Do something. Vote “None of the above” and refuse compliance then see what kicks. I said that if we, as a collective, took nine days off the web and didn’t stare at the black mirror for a trip and got back to nature instead you’d see them move to legislate it, quick. Just like they’ve already done with your feelings and thoughts as there is plenty you can’t say or admit because the last thing the man behind the curtain wants is a group who spot the Emperor is not only naked but a replacement as the real one was killed, dead, by the thieves (not) dressed in purple playing tricks with your optics…

Nobody is coming to save you.

Imagine you had taken a world hostage and they Knew, deep within, there was a problem but they couldn’t point at any specific place or angle because the invasion had taken place within and they’d mined your mind then replaced its vibe with their own projection. Those who buy in, in ignorance, are pawns of the Devil and the ones who sell out, willing, are his accomplices. As it stands the former tap in at 81%, the latter at 11. That leaves 8 for ye, me and the rest who spot there is a problem and are unwilling to sit within the box they had marked out in advance with your name printed in BLOCK CAPITALS. I mean, what is a “Mr” or “Miss” anyway? Say, you don’t think that could be the hint about the switcheroo and what you’re actually missing is that old Inner Sense you Knew, back when? Methinks it is. Methinks it is. Why? Because words are weapons and thoughts are things, my friend. The greatest testament to power is being able to define the world and have others react to it. Better yet, if they accept and then attempt to live you’re lyrics you’d yell “Got eem!” as the reality you built slipped over their head and they lived a masked existence.

Only you, Clark, can realize where they hid Superman and his strength. Your starter for ten is the pain in your flesh. Go examine it. Sit with it. Get comfortable and let it speak. Give it a sound, color, distance, time you first felt like this and what your subcon start supplying the details as you draw the links. Push the pen, ask the child within as he never forgets a thing and you’ll be surprised at the progress when it comes to Knowing thy Self as its always waiting to commune with those who look within. Instead you have commercialized centers of worship that, like the net, promise unity but deliver division. Sad but true, I dare you to deny it. Not saying that both don’t bring a poz but the negs are more immense and one cannot help but wondering if the tech they said is what it is or if it hides a darker intent most never stop to comprehend as they’re stuck between hell and hard place in a space that looks heaven sent as they’re directed by that voice in their head to say:

“When I get X, Y, Z then life will be perfect” as they tick the Supposed To boxes, as instructed. From one life to the next. Thats why the mindwipe is vital. Is there a conspiracy to keep you on Earth if you’re actively participating in your own oppression and always pick whats door number one, when presented, without comprehending you own the entire mansion and could do with it as you wished? See how smooth the scheme is? Welcome to the world of criminals who operate above the laws they set for the rest who accept their version of events and wait, patiently, for someone, anyone to come and save them. Is that cape I see dangling? Best tuck it back in then and get back to work with all the news thats fit to print. Just kidding. Don’t watch that mess, its bad for your health. Do the Knowledge instead. I mean, am I kicking random abstractions or does what I’ve said make sense? Even if its just a thought imperiment. Start out with this then flip it into an imperiment. Don’t ask me how you do this, look within. Make the sound, change the vibration and see what kicks. Tell me if you find something interesting.

The Path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by those who’d waylay him and the ones who want nothing more than to play him. Remember, there are those keen to ascend the pyramid and they can’t wait to make a burnt offering out of one who peeps Game and flips the script because the Opponent doesn’t negotiate with his living hostage as one Prime thought can be dangerous to the rest. Why do you think schizos are isolated and medicated yet, from back when to now, they all, to a tee, say the same thing with no convergence. Isn’t that worthy of scientific examination? Isn’t the silence from the establishment in this respect a tacit admission of what I’ve said because if said System were truly impartial and not the front piece of a weaponized ignorance then someone in its grip would have noticed that resonance and decided to check into it, yes? No. Instead you get heavier and heavier psychotropics which, I predict, in the next three decades will be handed out to the plebs as people start offing themselves when it clicks the anti depressives aren’t working. Wait and see, wait and see, my friend or, radical suggestion I know, do something.

“But what? What should I do?”.

Do you hear how pathetic that sounds and how its proof of all I’ve said? Where if your imagination? If I’ve just outlined a possible way of things why don’t you provide the details, argue the case – poz and negative – then see which position feels comfortable within and what you miss if choose not the alternative. Remember, the colloquialism is it “fits like a second skin”. If thats the case then whats the Prime state trapped within and how do you access it? Give up? Read this and do what it said, bounce for a while then stand perfectly still. See what shakes in your awareness and you’ll comprehend its all vibration as that is what the matter with spirit and this brings us full circle because you are nothing more and nothing less than pure consciousness which gives the stars its motions and brings life to this attraction that floats in the abyss because, without you, none of this exists.

If that isn’t an empowering mindset that fills one with confidence then I don’t know what is. You can reality test this. Picture not existing. Tell me if its possible. Some will argue yes as they see an empty place or unalive shell with nothing in. Let the dead bury them because there is no saving them. The Warriors, the 8%, will click that even as they pretend not to happen there is something that watches and makes all possible in silence. You are it, my friend. In and beyond the flesh. From one life to the next. Awake on the street or dreaming in bed. Its a constant. Like that point in the mid that makes the binary opposites spin and this original tech powers everything from moonrise to sunsets, in and exhales as well as the computer tech you’re using to browse the web and assimilate this text.

Don’t believe a word I’ve said. Take this as a challenge to Know the Ledge and refute my perspective as you make your mind up for your Self. Sure beats being conditioned by the System, doesn’t it? Remember:

The (false) self is fragile and reacts to things it doesn’t expect as a threat, hence the programming and rest of the tricks designed to keep you tuned in to the lowest possible vibration. The true Self, with a big S, is unfinite. It exists before, during and after the flesh as its just visiting this realm. This is the eternal, internal fight between god and the Devil and the reason I didn’t capitalize that title is a) it carries a lot of baggage and b) you’ve got to earn that mantle in the fractal by upping your resolution and then, in the end, there is just the Psylense that is another term for the all of everything of which its a bit, as you are as well, and we’re all simply projections in each others imagination thus reality is plastic and what you can get away with. The most amazing thing is, once you comprehend this, that everything changes, super quick, as you’ve ascended an octave and thus its Self evident you are the savior you have been awaiting.

Till we meet again

A Dead Bird Flying Through a Broken Sky

I saw a dead bird
flying through a broken sky
It made me the opposite
of smile
As I sat and cried
Not for me, but thee
my friend
See,
I’ve already embraced
my misery
and perceive the Game
as it is
No hopium or coping mechs.

You
on the flip
are awash in ignorance
of what truly kicks
in this realm
that looks like Heaven
but feels like Hell.

Yep, there
we’re taking it
so lets divert
for a second
whilst your brain
processes this:

Imagine you were raised
and born into something
really quite strange
A special project
A black OP
A secret experiment.

Everyone around you
was in on it
and performed
on script
certain actions and events
to generate a desired resonance.

You were totally unaware of this.

As far as you could tell
you were just like the rest
except
there was something different.

A finger couldn’t be placed on it
but it was felt
nonetheless
you sensed things that churned
away from what can be seen
certain scenes made no sense
but they happened to often
to be mere coincidence.

Smiling villains
and best friends with bared teeth.

Its enough to make a man go crazy.

What would you do if it was thee?

In many ways, it is.

This is what lurks in the shadows depth
my friend
its why people clutch to coping mechs
recite their favorite script
and generally pledge allegiance
to their own ignorance.

It is because underneath the camera tricks
the scene is truly something else
and once you perceive this
you’ll comprehend the depth
of the sketch
which a broken sky
and bird
dead
reps as each Thunks they’re complete
even though they
long ago
fell to pieces.

And yet they still tick
the same
but different.
Its hard to tell…
That is because we’re in a fractal
my friend
and its predicated on consciousness
ergo the bird and sky
are one and the same thing
as is he who takes it in
as the scene simply reflects
his inner realms
and that may just be the hint
that we’re already dead
and this is Hell
but the Devil is so slick
so totally effective at his tricks
that most fall for the sheen of Heaven
via the pleasures of the flesh
but lack the computational process
to admit the links
they know fine well
because they are dead birds
in broken skies
who believe Hell was Heaven sent
and when they die
they’ll come back again
to serve another life sentence
in the flesh
as they believe they are
“John of House Smith“
or some other nonsense
which is akin
to ink being spilled
on a canvas
to hide what makes
the false image possible:

Pure consciousness.

Without limit or definition
but something most truly felt
as the state termed
Inner Sense
that you knew
once upon a when.

Since then
the glow dimmed.
You became Adulterated instead
and put away childish things
like imagination and creativity
the two keys that unlock this realm
and suddenly
overhead
you see a purple sky
with a golden sun that never sets
and you bask in its radiance
as a serenely floating scene of consciousness
whose sentience is connected
with the All of Everything.

So tell me
what do you think happened
to switch out this multi dimensional deal
and render cheap deception in ThreeD
where you were trained to believe
what you perceive is actually reality
as you run the treadmill
from one life to the next
with a handy, dandy mindwipe thrown in
before donning some fresh skin
and stepping in to a three ring circus
after having been lead
by a DMT machine elf
to where sperm meets egg
and the real Big Bang happened
before you sailed down the tunnel
toward illumination
where you felt affection
beaming
as people who seemed to know you well
were waiting.

In the hospital.

Welcome to Earth, my friend.

From atoms to cosmos
everywhen
it all dwells within
your Inner Sense
as what lives can never die
but who wishes to kill
their illusions whilst plugged in
to the true Matrix of wearing flesh
believing the story in your head
and not fact checking the tests
they patted you on the head
for regurgitating
as they coded your internal OS.

Not me though
the black swan was born to rebel
hence the Game makes a lot of sense
when seen through this lens…

Till we meet again

Get Familiar With Your Strengths

Lets pretend you had a “friend” that you called best. Inseparable, it would seem. He lives within. Your head, that is. Left hemisphere, to be specific, and manifests on the reg as the voice which says:

“Do this! And that”. Which you do. Why? Because he said. The thing is that so very few stop and comprehend that this presence in the midst of pure consciousness isn’t them. I mean, how can it be when you are that which listens instead? This, once placed into practice, reveal this proxy as the seed of Satan himself and that is when things get slick as it will reach into its immense bag of tricks to keep on selling the deception you’d bought, freely, since a jit.

Haven’t you ever wondered why the term “second nature” hides with the hint that there is an earlier, more primal aspect? Read this text about square watermelons and the desire to fit in and please your parents by being the one who regurgitated best on the test what they said, back when. It really is that simple, in effect, but the practice is staggeringly complex as you have been conditioned to accept being second best in your own lifes performance which is a really sad state of affairs, isn’t it? It is rife in the sports realm hence why so many pugilists have another name in which they invest and it is this that brings to the stage their original state. Sugar Ray said it best:

“If, when lacing up my equipment, I look in the mirror and see Mr Leonard staring back at me then the fight is lost before I even did swing a single fist”.

Boxing is akin to chess with your fists as one must think a few steps ahead, plot, plan and execute a play that is right in front of them but isn’t seen till its too late. Not for nothing do they say that its not the strength of the punch that brings the KO in but the fact that it appeared, seemingly, out of nothing. On the board this can be a piece you moved in your opening statement and then left on the sideline as the skirmish kicked only to find it takes out the Opponents King as you said:

“Cheques in the post, mate” and bopped out, with a grin.

In many ways we play this same Game inside out heads but, for many, the fight is so one sided its akin to Dredderick Tatum vs one Homer Simpson. Occasionally, like Rocky said, a bum manages to clamber in the ring and go the distance. I feel I’m such a contender, contending with the parasite of consciousness and this is my testament:

The “friend” in your head who isn’t brings such an elegant deception that is designed to appeal – with expert precision – to the best and worst in man in the same instance and thus, whichever way one turns, the horns of a dilemma do present. Did you know that every single alphabet, from past to present, actually references a bull as its starting? Isn’t that interesting? Anyway, this was one of the creatures that man first did venerate and it makes perfect sense when you consider that this creation has strength which is immense that we can harness to plough the field and such things as it can do the work of ten men without breaking a sweat and its maintenance is next to nil. Not only this but its ilk provide milk which becomes butter as well as cream and then we have the bits about its skin and even its excrement causes crops that would wilt to gain a second strength. As always, there are calibers of men with their own levels of consciousness and, back when, each village had a Shaman who kept the spiritual and temporal in check and handled all types of things his denizens would bring as they requested his attention. This could range from marital pairings and their suit to how to generate more loot or making the rain to fall. All within his retinue as these Souls did commune with the all of everything as they were connected to an Innernet via the use of carbon which they’d transcend to gain higher states of consciousness and thus they did fly overhead the forest of illusion as a bird of awareness which bought back solutions and things that, to us, would seem miraculous. To them the cow said a different thing as they sat and listened then looked in its eyes so placed. “Moo” escaped its lips in appreciation of being fed and petted by the sage and thus came to this realm the scared syllable of “Om” which is, quite literally, the sound of creation hence why M is the letter, Thirteenth, and is the only you vibrate internally with lips sealed.

Quiet as kept for most of the plebs who link this digit with misery but that is mere perfidy to throw one off the scent of the why the psychosocial treadmill runs from One to Twelve then back again. Jesus, once again, offered a hint hence the number of his disciples with his Self in the mid. Things like this may seem like startlingly obvious observations but they are blips the “friend” in your head will never let you think as he prefers you Thunk instead hence why its vital to up your res and deprogram the mess they poured in as wisdom doesn’t kick from learning another sacred text you won’t put into practice beyond the lip service needed to be down with the clique. No, its simply a case of returning to Inner Sense hence go back the way you came is the play to win the Game but, know this, on the way ye shall, for certain, have to embrace the pain you pretend didn’t kick as two words shattered your inner realms and caused a thorn, external, to spin within and this is what birthed the (false) self currently at the helm.

The most worrying thing about this tradition of ignorance is the implications it presents for when you’re just beyond the flesh and come face to faceless with death. Its habits are ingrained, just like frozen water takes a shape, ergo if you Thunk you’re the tint and not the pure waters, unflavored, then, like Bobby, you’ll have a Houston problem and you’ll be right back in Kansas again, Dorothy. Have you noticed how, in so many flicks, they follow a near identical script known as the Hero’s Quest? You will note that, quite often, as he fights against external things the true conflict is always within and how he must shed an old skin that was actually an inefficient suit of armor instead that prevented true freedom. In many ways this is the story of the Cave but in a new dress as it was said one who takes his chances and finds true freedom cannot help but laugh and grin at the third rate approximation of shadows cast on a wall with a flame behind them as they sat, trapped, in a strange contraption aka square watermelons. He faces, at this point, a test. He can either enjoy the real realm with its sun and air, fresh, or delve back into the dank with the intent to save the rest. This is a pretty good parable for all the prophets who visited as well as a hint at who killed them dead and built said contraptions to harvest ones energetics in the flesh.

To me it is pretty wild how people will champion their enSlavement and take freedom as a threat without stopping to comprehend it is not them who wishes this but the creature of habit who is their (false) self. What do we expect when we Thunk we can condition goodness and force our kids to grow and be just as inauthentic when their parents are, often, frankly miserable but would rather die than admit it. Its like being trapped in a lift from which there is no escaping as it hurtles toward its destination and someone keeps farting, silently. Everyone can smell the stench but they stand there and grin, politely. What a weird world we are in, yes?

The “friend” in your head who isn’t is, however, a master of deception and I do believe Malcolm X said that one should be wary of the press as they’ll have you championing the oppressor whilst lambasting the oppressed. This pic shows its well:

This is why I’ve said, often, there are three sides to every story and the Game has the same halves as well. Cue:

“Ackshually, that would be thirds, you incompetent ignorant. You may have aced English Lit but your maths is a straight mess”.

To them I say this:

Do the Knowledge and tell me which one you think pays the best return on investment. See, there is what you know you know (like the content of your conscious head, how they make bread and whats happening with a certain celeb). Then there is what you know you don’t know. For example, the ins and outs of the quantum realm or why the Great Pyramid encodes within the speed of light and such things as well as the complex elegance of the Sanskrit language from back when. Beneath this is where the magic happens, truly, as it houses what you don’t know you don’t know and thus never even thought was possible. This is where Shamans (and Tesla) lived hence the one truth that was said by the beggar dressed in purple velvet was that the only thing that got in the way of his imagination was his education. Probably nicked that one when he was stealing patents. I kid, I kid.

The “friend” in your head who isn’t runs a really tight ship that promises bright lights and pretty things but, somehow, you end up scrubbing the deck whilst others enjoy themselves. Hollywood pimps this, real well, and if you stop, disconnect and study the subtext its actually saying:

“You are poor, worthless and inept. Ugly as well and lets not mention stupid” as they show immaculate people doing a variety of things you wish you did but lack the confidence and thus don’t attempt to manifest. In many ways we’re living on an island of illusion and it was built, primarily, by the (false) self as the people working the land, back when, had a totally different type of consciousness. The strangest thing about this imprint is how its formed via trauma, generational, as that is most people inheritance ergo the root cause of all of your problems is spiritual and this is, in the end, simply consciousness at a higher res hence why it behooves one to do the Knowledge as we could be cavemen, astronauts or semi synthetic humans who are augmented with a chip but the purity of your awareness and connection to the Prime who pre-exists is what makes all things possible and do you know what the real mind bender is? That all of this realm, the dimension and all within actually dwell inside your consciousness and this is exactly how the Shaman did what he did as he communed with the elements which, in modern parlance, would be playing the Game on “God Mode” but without cheating as everyone was this, back when, but if they were today who’d accept minimal wage and the “divine” right of Kings? As a parting shot which hits like a Nine double M to the dome of the (false) self:

Realize this. Each time it talks its actually reflecting back in an energy Pattern you would be best off letting jet as it only exists by interfering with what is natural to sustain its presence then attaching to old emotions to generate its relevance. This is why its schtick is always based in the past or future events as it cannot access the golden circle of now within which Inner Sense dwells. Here is how to handle it, practically. Next time you feel your Self playing table tennis in your head where it serves an old recollect that you rally with fresh awareness simply stop instead. Counter noiZ with Psylense. Cease engaging and bring your minds eye beneath your neck and you will notice there is a correlate of tension, somewhere in your flesh. Focus on that instead. Breathe into it. Map out the terrain. Note differences, levels of pain. Accept it with your wholehearted presence, as it is, without trying to change or shift it. This is the oil well its been draining to sustain itself. Then, just let it go. If you have difficulty doing this refer to the linked article and use a ball instead to come to grips with your subtle energetics. After a bit you’ll just get it as its an entirely natural thing. By the way, note where you breathing goes and where it resists. Fill the map in from the “Does your body hurt?” article and use it as a frame of reference and progression.

Thats the beginning and end of the “friend” in your head who isn’t. Once this clicks it gets very addictive and you will have a first person perspective on what I meant when I said 81% of this realm are Slaves as I used to be one as well. Until I declared war on my (false) self and this is how one begins to awaken the Warrior within as it becomes quite evident that its the DKDK section that runs everything so why not get familiar with your strengths instead of hiding from your weakness which isn’t. The gift of the present often comes wrapped in papers of dread ergo on the chosen choose themselves as all is a test in this realm ergo one should up their res to beyond the forced perspect of accepted ignorance.

Till we meet again

Evil That Believes It’s Good

Have you ever wondered how we all know, off rip, when we’re being decent or wicked? Its almost like its standard equipment to have a moral compass that is magnetized correct, yes? Now, I know I’ve said that your parents messed you up like no one else and that is as correct now as it was then but there is another aspect and that is ones innate temperament. Ask anyone who has more than one child and they will attest that certain things appear to be etched into them as standard equipment ergo that tabula rasa concept was defenestrated, quick, when reality stepped in. Funny how that works, eh? Thats one of the reasons why mass delusions need to be constantly reinforced with attention pointed outward at a threat to prevent the recipient of said mind control from clicking the masses who are divided and conquered from one gen to the next thats to running an old OS on a brand new consciousness…

Imagine what I said about that moral compass and then lets pretend that not only is reincarnation a thing but each life stacks onto the next to change what is etched as standard equipment and mindset. Some folks are great and, for some reason, a demon manifests in their midst that causes them immense stress and regret at not wearing a condom that night. There are themes and seasons behind all of this hence why its vital to copulate in a state of elevated consciousness versus mindless rutting with no thought or consideration that is the hallmark of this age as what you generate via “free” will can become exceedingly expensive. On the flip we’ve all seen a long line of uggos somehow breed the belle of the ball via a particular recombination that makes no sense, yes? Like I said, more to the heavens and earth, my friend. Anyway, lets pretend your appetite for destruction is not so much stroked but artfully masturbated from one life to the next until your moral compass now sports a totally different polarity to what it was, back when. What do you get? Evil that believes it’s good. Do you know what the kicker is? They are correct. In a sense.

This is why one who intends to transcend must first battle with the voice in their head before moving onto external aspects and then comes the boss fight which is duality itself. I mean, can you think in neither black nor white which accepts everything, discounts nothing and isn’t repelled or attracted whilst neither yearning nor missing? Add on top of this the variables of being male, female, with or without melanin, rich, poor, lavished with affection or mistreated and you’ll have a glimpse of two layers of the 8 veils of deception that go into “being human” as there is so much that kicks behind the curtain of ignorance that flipping your lid really is the only response that makes sense hence the schizo loses his mind, programmed, and comes to his senses which see beyond the limits of the EM spectrum and its tiny percent he previously accepted. The main difference between a mystic and he is the fruit loop tries to navigate the face of another planet using an earthbound GPS and then arguing and yelling that he isn’t where he intended whereas the Warrior looks around and sees the lay of the land as it is, pulls his tshirt over his head as he feels arms extend and then takes off from said plane as he gets the hint that, without him, none of this exists… That is a way deeper topic at an unfinitely higher res. This thread is more about life as it is.

Look around at the world and tell me what you think of the intent at the helm of this stage of the Game? Consider who holds the purse strings, what they did to get them, who they said you should keep up, the state of the educational system and what they’re actually teaching plus any other variable you wish and you will, in the end, come to the conclusion that something stinks and is exceedingly crooked. But, its also ubiquitous in its influence ergo how does one fight an Opponent, invisible? First, by befriending it and allowing it to teach you the outs and ins of how it wove that tale in your head, how much of it was inherited and exactly what is the legal fiction of JOHN SMITH and how does it differ from John of House Smith? What if both are fibs and in the midst you find your unfinite Self, pure consciousness, one with everything that may be in but certainly isn’t of this realm? Now, did you notice how something felt intuitively correct about this sketch? Like a pirates compass that points wherever you wish there was a twinkling which said “He’s right, left and Centered in Self, you know?“. Don’t believe me though, that would be stupid but many are equipped to do just this thanks to a couple of decades of “Sit still, look ahead” programming and the rest of the mess they inherited from their lineages that lived the “Work, buy, consume, die” mindset from one life to the next. Never once did they ever stop to think what it is that does the thinking. Nor did many click they aren’t the voice in their head but that which listens. These are all factors of the demagnetizing and rearranging I mentioned and its why things go left for the proto-mystic turned schizophrenic as he, on some level, questions this investment and thus the Empire (which never ended) strikes back, preemptive. The Warriors zigs when they demand zaggin as he comprehends the subtle laws of cause and effect which when paired with the gnosis this realm exists within their consciousness creates an amazing mix in which one appreciates the Opponent as the greatest teacher that ever lived and one so wise they teach subtle truths with immense fibs. The discernment is on thee, my friend.

Now, lets recap a bit. Did you notice how that spells “pacer” when flipped? Why do you think Jobs’ clique picked “Siri” to become the apple of the next gens iris via an apple, already bit? Lets take something you already know and extend:

What if the serpent really wasn’t mad, bad and wicked but actually doing Adam and Eve a solid by telling them they were locked in a five sensory Matrix and the dude who built them to worship him was the Demiurge in fancy dress? What then? Who would you believe? This is why one must research the opposite perspect in order to build strong opinions, loosely held as these trees weather the storms of ignorance that are used to make rivers run red in ignorance for the beast needs to be fed. Lets pretend that there is a Prime point of origin that pre-exists and is perfect, unchanging and eternal. Kind of like your consciousness, yes? I mean, can you imagine not existing, my friend? Really try this imperiment and you’ll notice, quick, that there is always a state I’ve termed the Witness that is watching and rendering the connection from the Prime to thee. Thou are it hence why the Rebel Mystic of Islam said:

“I met the one. He was me” and people prepared to either stone or exalt him as some compaii were with it as they pointed in the same direction and others wanted to dead it as they were of another resonance. Its a story as old as the hills upon which the Empire that never ended but simply donned fancy dress and the skin of the good people it killed in order to propagate its own brand of wisdom from one gen to the next. Like a parasite of consciousness, yes? In the linked thread there is a vid in which a shroom explodes its seeds, takes over the CNS of an ant and that then acts in ways, quite strange, to rearrange its internal frame of reference to assist the fungi in reproducing to the next gen. Can you imagine these folks had their own NHS and one lamented something unseen was pimping his consciousness and how he could see invisible spores of malign influence all around making their ecosystem strangely unbalanced? They’d bang him full of the latest medics, say he was a lunatic and strike his testament from the record, yes? And yet, from our scientific lens, he would be totally correct. With that in mind why do you think not one lettered man with an education behind him and even a basic rudiment of intuition ever stopped and said:

“Wait a sec – No matter their race, face, station, intelligence or even place in the historical timesteam, every single one of these nutters is saying exactly the same thing!“.

And yet, if he did, he’d uncover the predator of consciousness which is at the helm of his awareness for he believes he is John of House Smith and the System, gladly, furnishes all the money that is fit to print so he can pay the bills addressed to JOHN SMITH from birth till death and back again… Evil that believes it’s good has dreams for sale and there are billions served daily! The thing is there is a definite rhyme to the reason when it comes to this as its akin to a horses for courses thing. I mean, can you imagine living in a place thats a constant mild trip where everyone is super attractive and has loads of sex with no strings, hangups or worries about getting pregnant? Sounds like bliss, yes? Well, thats coming but first the humans will be remixed a bit thanks to the intermingling of carbon and silicon but wait, what of a time when we, as a race, were naturally telepathic and didn’t walk and talk but danced and sang instead? Suddenly the reason for such immense monuments around the planet makes way more sense, yes? As does the current spin which aims to break it all down to the lowest res possible so its akin to youtube, suddenly, cutting all global bandwidth two Two Forty Ps. Sure, you’d bish a bit but then accept and get used to it. Imagine in a couple of gen they “upgrade” to triple that. People would be beside themselves in the quality increase but that is only because they lack the frame of reference to even imagine the concept of Feelie tech in which you first person the script and think you’re living the internal sensations they’ve wired directly to your flesh thanks to the neural overlay. Are you getting my drift, my friend?

Now, that is simply one perspect because we have the spiritual to flesh aspect on one end and then the present which plans its ascent on silicon wings from the most dense to a higher res. If you wished you could describe one as “good” and the other “evil” but, in the end, these are simply concepts for the forces at the helm that alternate like the 1 and zero that powers the tech you’re wearing (in the form of breath) or the black mirror in your grip (voltage gates, opening and closing) or the whole day/night thing. Whatever you wish its simply one thing (itself, no thing) which is everything as we’re within a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness and the best thing about playing this immense Game within which we use our Souls as credits is now is the best time to make it your last spin by doing the Knowledge aka comprehending your true nature beyond and within this dimension as pure consciousness.

There is, as you may have guessed, way more to all of this beyond this super basic sketch as there is the whole moral compass thing we could speak on at depth as well as the tale which is old as the hills about how these forces came to be and the true nature of their conflict and the rest but the best way to consider is to think of pro and antagonists hence your mind is the battleground of good and evil, my friend. The question is, do you know which is which? Thats worthy of introspection because, in the end, without your presence to animate the potential of this dimension it is akin to a tree, felled, that neither was seen nor heard and thus may as well not exist like a comment that was sent to the web that nobody noticed or read. See how validation is addictive and totally wired into the whole deal, yes? And yet one who comprehends he is an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one, made flesh who interacts with figments of his imagination is providing to others what they cannot give to Self whilst, in the flip, doing the Knowledge and thats where it gets super interesting as you get a swift glimpse of the levels and rules of the Game which starts making a whole load more sense when its seen like a wheel within a wheel or dream wrapped in the same for the latter seem true and accurate until you rise in bed and try and share the gnosis of a unicorn shooting bullets of pure affection that, when hit, didn’t kill but bought you to life instead…

I mean, can you imagine trying to share the imperience to this with another? That shows you how poor this language is and why I term it Devilish instead as that is way more accurate when it comes to its rites and spells that are bound up in cursive with a past, present and future that is tense. None of that is an accident, my friend, but it does rep an opportunity to up your res and then you may just meet your own mythic creature in a vision that has you tapping the keys and sending articles to the web about how we’re in an immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits because my strong opinions are loosely held ergo always up for revision but if two or more peeps see the same thing in an altered state of consciousness doesn’t that make one wonder about what truly kicks? Just like how I shared every single schizo always outlines an identical sketch in which some force is tampering with their awareness but do you know what the best bit is? They are the only class of humans that don’t fall for optical illusions so what does that say about the rest, eh?

Till we meet again

The Fake Safety Of People Pleasing

Have you ever met a people pleaser? Maybe its you? Maybe it is and you don’t even realize this because your living situation, whilst developing, was such a mess that this coping mech grew to overwhelm your potential like a weed choking a rose that was then leveled over with cement. You can bet your last which one made it through a crack whilst standing on the others head, yes? Let me take you back in time:

As a child we are far more sensitive to the world and our position in it. Its a curious mix of expansion and contraction as this is what allows us to check its safe to continue playing. Think of it like the child who is out, with friends, and then momentarily runs in, breathless, to update his mother on what kicks. He isn’t doing this for her. Its for him. Its for the reassurance that something is solid and calm when the adrenaline is pumping. If you didn’t get this or, worse, the ones you sought comfort from had their own problems they either insisted you fix or treat like you caused them then join the gang. Congratulations, you may just have a Warrior within. This is the rose, buried in the cement of people pleasing or the flip, black sheeping…

If you feel hyper vigilant, are constantly concerned what others think, putting them ahead and treating yourself like a rear end then there is high chance you’re engaging in the fake safety of people pleasing. Its a demon, plain and simple. That is the best way to look as it as it gives you a handle to rip of the mask you’ve worn like your countenance. The problem is, for some, they’ve been lying to themselves for so long the truth stings to admit. Plus they have a laundry list of fake proof that this isn’t what I said it is. As championed by the voice in their head. Read this article to see how two words caused a thorn to fold in that created a choke hold like a too tight pearl necklace you didn’t know you were wearing. You know they’re formed by constant irritation, yes?

Those who are taking without caring are doing exactly what you expect in this realm because when the strong wish to eat the weak ensure they’re fed or they’re next on the bill. Its a cruel world and this truth underpins this. The facts as they stand are, my friend, you are actually extremely powerful but equally afraid of it. Maybe, back when, your parents reacted brutually when you were developing as they stomped all over your free will. It could have been constant onslaughts from all directions that had you wondering what type of hell you’d incarnated in or one undeniable shock that broke the lot and nothings ever been the same since. I know these pains as I lived all of them. And then some. They tried to bury me dead but still I rise instead… Thats the mindset need to crack the pavement so lets get to it, yes?

Grab a pad and pen and truly ask your Self what your reasons and motivations are for doing what you did for the rest? Is it a habit? Because you can’t help saying yes? That one, in particular, is an immense hint because we all know really well how the “No” habit rises in kids so you could confidently bet a chip that this met with massive resistance from one or both parents. You need to take a total inventory of ages zero to six. Write down all you can recollect then feel beneath the neck to sense the emotion when you repeat the statement:

“Inner child, tell me how it was back in (year you picked) when (this event) happened?”.

Sit with it. Sometimes it comes slow, other times can be quick. Once you rebuild the relationship then its on and cracking like a whip and everybody shall grin. Well, except for the voice in your head, that is. Much to its chagrin as this reps the weed that feeds and the concrete is the crap this world poured in your head and said “You better accept this, or else!”. Its all brutality, in the end. Think of it as spiritual circumcision that aims to snip what another sent as perfect. That should tell you everything, yes? There is a massive difference between the original blueprint and what the architect did, you dig? No matter though, we’re in the mix with the Opponent playing the hands dealt to win ergo do the Knowledge and be one up on the Game, my friend.

Keep doing that until you fill in the gaps, reclaim the emotive waters past and start conversating with your true other half. Like the article says, push the pen, look within and keep upping your res. Start reality testing as mentioned in this article and see if they do for you what you would for them. Some trees stand out in the forest of ignorance and this is the moment you take an axe to these one way friendships that see you as a meal ticket. Another thing, of interest, is to recollect the tone/emotion/wavelength they present and see if you can recollect an earlier event, whilst developing, that bears resonance. Come face to face with this and what how easy it is to refuse future requests as you’ve dove down to scratch the true case of the itch and thus no more digging at a pic which is the wrong time, place and location. Are you spotting the tricks of the Opponent in your head? When it starts to protest, recollect that negative thoughts are there to challenge. “All lies!” Is a great anthem when it tries to guilt trip you with that or this or says you’re terrible or reminds you of things that sting. Actually, the last one is worth sitting with. Turn the volume up on the sensations, take the remote from the them and then get comfortable with the pain and feelings as they release, steaming, like vapor from the top of your head as the stone in the pit of your stomach melts. That one is exceedingly powerful. After doing this get up, stomp and yell banging your heels on the pavement as a way of grounding your energetics as well then breathe in golden light from all directions to fill the gap thats left. This is important as its the reason why people leave bad relationships and then find someone identical out of the many people they could’ve picked.

We are creature of habit but they were built and programmed in stress and ignorance, back when, and the Devils greatest trick is keeping your best strengths well hid behind the fears you daren’t address. Kinda slick, huh? This is the Game, friend. Embrace the pain to win it or choose to live in ignorance of the force behind the curtain as you live, die and are mindwiped back into the flesh again hence the NDE tunnel with a light at end as you pop out from between another mothers legs. All of these relationships are terrestrial, in the end. I say that because some may find it hard to disconnect and place immense value on them but they are just part of the trick to keep you trapped in this realm of ignorance hence why I’ve said one must be totally detached but this doesn’t mean you’re heartless. Far from it as you are so generous you give them the same unconditional acceptance you’ve bestowed upon Self and that changes everything as you expect nothing from them and thus choose to give only what you wish ergo none of the usual emotional blackmail and headtrips that make up so many connections. I lace that as a hint because once you’re being real with Self you can expect the fakes around to start squirming. It will often be your nearest and dearest who comment “I don’t know whats got into him” or “Who does he think he is?” as they scheme and plot to bring you down a peg or ten. Why? Because change terrifies Slaves. Its just the way it is. They are so well adjusted to mass social sickness that one who enlivens their spiritual immune system is felt as a threat that must be extinguished by, you guessed it, that voice in their head. Ironic how there is but one Opponent who manifests as billions. If that isn’t the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled then I don’t know what is because where agnostic or religious I’m speaking on pure consciousness aka the all of everything which you can picture as a the flame which lit the candle of the mind encased in flesh so it behooves one to tell the difference between what is real and permanent versus temporal ignorance.

Do the Knowledge, my friend. If not for nothing else then to prove me incorrect cos I could just be bumping my gums on the web talking a whole load of nothing (as the voice says) or maybe, just maybe, you’ve been tricked into living a life that a little less than authentic? Reality test. I challenge you to challenge your Self. As a parting shot, let me lace you with this:

One who constantly looks to the outside for security and reassurance is, tacitly, admitting they lack those resources within. The other end of people pleasing is trying to be who they said its worth keeping up with or sporting a huge ego as you Thunk you do it big on the web and soak up the dopamine hits. Its all the same kettle, just different fish, boiling. Actually, make that frogs in the kitchen and get to leaping much to chagrin of the chef who hates this one weird trick because one you click that you’re a cosmic serpent undulating through time and you can speak to these younger aspects its amazing how stress in the present doth vanish as it all stems from the Adulteration of Inner Sense but thats another topic. For now, do the Knowledge and see what kicks as the wavelength shifts which proves reality takes place inside your consciousness and all you interact with are nothing more or less than figments of your imagination…

This is the Path of Power, my friend. An old way to a new innerstanding which certainly beats the alternative with a riding whip as who the F wants to spend their life like an orphan that begs when, in reality, none of this exists without them? Flip the script and tables as well as you didn’t come to sit at them but thats another trick of jolly old Saint Nick aka the lord of this realm who you tell your kids is real swell as he brings them material gifts and excess in exchange for a simple token offering but, just like the Devil, can’t enter on the reg and, in another curious sync, is linked with cloven hooves, extreme temps and the color red… Hmm, the Dual Reality Principle strikes again! Maybe all those dyslexic kids sending letters to Satan had it correct, eh? Just like the poor schizos clicked they aren’t the voice in their head before their life went to a living hell… More to heaven and earth, my friend as above these seas, Adulterated, there flows a current of pure Inner Sense. This is where the Warrior swims. In but not of this realm and that distance brings a gift as its the shift between “Imperfect” and “I’m perfect”.

Gift your Self the space. Do the Knowledge and vacate the ignorance within as you reclaim your seat at the helm of your consciousness for you are it, my friend and I am just a figment of your imagination telling you what you refused to comprehend from within as your body is constantly talking but who listens, in the end? Only the 8% capable of awakening the Warrior within hence “Each one, teach one” is the mindset…

Till we meet again