You Are Completely Responsible For Your Own Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Every Word Unspoken Is Energy Preserved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Two Forces in This Realm

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

We are gods with amnesia.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Prime connection.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We are gods with amnesia.

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

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

What You Have Been Secretly Taught Since You Were Born

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

Contraction.

“No, don’t do that!”.

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

Wait till your father hears about this“.

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

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

No, I don’t“.

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

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

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

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

Fear, shame and the need for approval.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

When Doves Cry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your imagination.

Till we meet again

Welcome To The Paradox Of Man

It doesn’t really matter. Nothing does. Its irrelevant if I write this text and it matters not if you read it either. You will pass this test. Even if you have to live and die a thousand times in order to comprehend the shadows depth. In that respect its entirely vital you click what I’ve said and, stranger still, its essential that I push the pen.

Welcome to the paradox of man.

Sometimes, when you’re just on the brink, you recollect a little something something that changes everything. This is such a moment. Interesting, yes? Not so much straws and camels but horses and wings. You don’t have a clue about what I’m speaking, my friend. In that respect, neither do I. Yet.

Welcome to the paradox of man.

What was born but never dies? Dark but shines, clear light? Speaks many truths using a variety of lies? Is both outside and within whilst also being neither as well as its simply visiting this realm whilst looking from a distance at what happens this spin yet feels intimate and present? Your consciousness. Surprise! You’re it. Not the labels in your head, the story that you tell about being John of House Smith who likes that and this but isn’t keen on said things. Its all a load of BS. And by that I mean “Belief System”. Or bovine excrement, if you wish. Its all the same thing in the end. Just ask the alpha bet you placed with fake chips that ensure the house always gets it taste as whoever built this fake oasis in the desert did it for a reason, yes?

Welcome to the paradox of man.

Where the angels fell and look human but do the most devilish things, with a grin but, in the end, they’re beyond good and evil ergo shan’t be punished as, like an angry parent with belt in hand, they’re doing this by public demand to ensure you get it. Have you ever wondered how folks can unleash such wickedness on the innocent and, what I’ve said, is really quite mid – all things considered. Mans ability to get ill certainly knows no limits. Neither does his appetite for debasement. How far we have fell. If someone were to offer you a hand to uplift and when you grabbed it you found it had hooks, hidden, that drained your blood for their entertainment would you wish you’d just remained where you did and considered other options beyond the one who grinned but was a villain? Imagine you then click it was he who dug the pit and slung you in? All for his entertainment because whilst you’re visiting they’re grandfathered in – like it or lump it. Misery lxves company yes? Guess thats why it spells “Evil” when flipped. Can you see why I said X marks the spot and my reason for flipping the script to “Injoi” instead? Think about it. Better yet, feel that word in your chest next time you and another exchange energetics and you’ll comprehend:

“Ah yes, we injoi us. It makes so much sense. Thanks for the hint, my friend”.

Another one relates to strength. Imagine another you on a clone planet that is identical in every single respect except one variable was shifted, way back when. You never, ever said you were walking around in a weak daze and awaiting getting weakened to celebrate your freedom. No, the script was flipped to “Strengthened” instead. Check it:

“Ah, that was on heck of a strength, wasn’t it? Glad we’ve got two rays off though to do as we wish. What are your plans for the strengthened?”.

How do you picture that version of you would react to what this turbo chimp terms the aging process but is, in actuality, the result of your own ignorance about the power of vibration as you were tricked to accept labels instead of sensations and even those were half a language, flipped then edited and further inverted to ensure the wheels of time doth spin and grind your mind into the lowest res that it can get so that whilst the other version may be living a life, identical (in all respects) his relative comprehension would be a Fourteen inch portable TV set, in color, whilst you are watching the same performance on a Twelve instead that is black and white, has one speaker busted and a malfunctioning aerial.

Welcome to the paradox of man.

As I push the pen I’m sitting in what can only be termed the equivalent of a home cinema and, from this distance, the movie of life is exceedingly different. The directors cut doesn’t involve any circumcisional edits or such things as its the full performance, as intended, but even thats a problem because, beyond this, what I’m viewing from a comfortable seat on an immense screen with snacks and drinks bought, as I please, was, once upon a when, a hard light hologram on tech that doesn’t exist yet that, itself, was a 1:1 duplicate of the original performance that cannot be mimicked or rendered in any way that does justice any more than you can take your pet apart to find where its affection for you is located then restitch it after dissecting its organs seeking what you’ve seen it manifest, au naturel. Do you feelsee what I’m saying or am I singing for the deaf whilst annoying the king with one eye that was responsible for this spectacle? Or should that be monocle? Ha, ha, ha, ha, he, he, he, he. Hoooooooooooooooo! Say it with me people. Hooooooooooooooo!

Welcome to the paradox of man, where elegant lies blind the wise to the truth of the tale and the sting therein that they, whole heartedly, accept as “Being Human” when they are, ultimately, no such thing. Ah, its beautiful. It takes so much effort to maintain though. You may not know me but 11% of the Earths populace Knows me in beyond the Biblical sense. All my dirty little secrets, my desires and whims, fears and dreads, who I am and where I’ve been as well as what I intend. All of it and then some. Its quite flattering, really. But it also makes me think. Does this kick because the chosen ones choose themselves and thus awaken the Warrior within or am I doing this because of what they done did, back when, and thus the genesis of a nemesis is inevitable, like the Architect said. In my lens its the flip as I see no enemies, only teachers as, in the end, this all plays out inside my consciousness. I am the wave and particle. The thinker, thinking and thought. The seeker, seeking and what is sought.

Welcome to the paradox of man where plants are intelligent and people most ignorant. Cleeve Backster, one fine evening, stuck some electrodes in a watermelon and then smashed one sitting next to it. Do you know what happened? The fruit did shriek, electromagnetically, at the impending doom that he felt after what happened to his friend. Take that, vegetarians! Many people attempted to debunk said thing and people called this CIA agent a giant liar and big meanie as well. It is, however, telling that nobody ever attempted to replicate the experiment until Oh Five where the famed TV show that busts myths did and said it was a load of BS. Isn’t that telling? Is art a lie that tells the truth? Why in the heck would one of the most shocking revelations and tests be left on the shelf for nearly fifty years only to be revived for entertainment and subsequent dismissal as crackpottedness?

Truth is stranger than fiction, my friend. “Its just entertrainment” the well adjusted, yelled. “You need to wear a tinfoil turban” was added because the voice in their head felt a threat to its dominance, unquestioned. None dare call it conspiracy. But it is. You don’t have to be paranoid if they truly are out to get and, as I used to tell the local schizos who flocked to me by the bakers dozen, “Rename that mode as “Foreward Thinking” instead of whatever they said and see what kicks. Befriend it. Imperiment. Spot how many times what you predict or think you think manifests as accurate and compare with the amount of spins you had chasing the tail in your head spun by the voice that you’ve clicked isn’t you but haven’t, yet, totally embodied and comprehended you are that which listens and I’m a figment of your imagination, rendered solid, hence the golden child doth kill all illusions, get it?”. They did. Some couldn’t implement but the ones who did filled pads with observations and then noticed that real insight brings a different felt sensed versus just what the voice in their head says as they retorted “Lies”, within their mind, as negative thoughts are there to challenge and thus they were no longer pinned, like a cushion, with a near constant barrage of barbs as they starved to death the predator of consciousness that fed on them which, at this very moment, is telling you this is a load of balderdash and BS plus, for 81%, has managed to click them off this bit of the web before they even got One point Five K words into these immense, abstract, run on sentences that are designed with the intent to circumvent the three rings of its circus, ignorant, which force feeds bread to the gluten intolerant version of you inside your head before chasing it with as much cheese and milk as you can handle. Even though you can process this even less. Why? For the caseomorphins, my friend. Your daily dose of heroin in exchange for the sweat pon brow as you chase the carrot whilst the immense stick of ignorance whips your rear like an angry parent with a belt who, in the end, is displacing his own aggression and hate at the life he lives versus the one he wished and takes it out on his seed instead. All because the System said and the boy who would be Prince yelled “Nyet” instead then tells who run it he sees whats flipped, hidden, in the acronyms on both sides of the fence. Yours may not be as brutal but you are equally damaged, nonetheless. Two words ravaged your inner realms in ways most would rather die than admit it and every single bit of you thats messed up is because of your parents. Your mother, especially. Stick that in your crack pipe and smoke it, Mr Freud!

Did you know that every schizo I met had a fractured relationship with one or both parents or some type of quirk in childhood that generated a shift of resonance in their existence that most would term “eccentric?”. Look into the life of Steve Jobs, for example. Nikola Tesla as well and pay heed to the magical pigeon that shot beams of lights out of its iris at him then question why this man who had scores of women throwing themselves at his feet was what we’d term an Incel, back when. He, like me, also had a brush with death but mine have been so frequent and intense that I stopped counting them and, instead, paid heed to the picture, developing. Do you know what it said?

Welcome to the paradox of man. Where the angels fell as Titans clashed, back when, and old gods became new devils for the next stage of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits whilst men turned to beasts only to be set “free” on gossamer wings made of silicon as Siri slides into the next gens iris (flip it) as the apple, once bitten, is nibbled again and we start to ascend in a nearly Thirteen Thousand year stretch that will feel like being set adrift on a low dose hallucinogen but its all good as everyone will be tripping. Just like they are at the instant. What if I said that madness isn’t binary but its a sliding scale thing and reality is what you can get away with? Would that make more sense? Look at this pic, tell me I’m joking:

That is just how it is when you dig the reality tunnel they set, in ignorance, as there is no “Them” without “Us” as you are a people, not a person, who interacts with figments of his imagination ergo I’m telling you like I did the schizos, back when, that consciousness neither begins or ends in your head but the flesh does modulate it via your brain but the hearts EM signals are immense and thus if you can make that your home base the hallucinations doth shift and one peers behind the curtain and finds the secret of Zardoz was that he was simply a man who wished to be king. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a human in fancy dress. Well, it beats taking heroin, doesn’t it? You are though, my friend, remember what I said about the low dose opiate? Don’t forget the black mirror with its dopamine hits and all the rest as well so its not really a stretch to suspect that once the silicon slides in and hybridizes your awareness with an intelligence, not artificial but neither organic as well, then the results will be akin to a consensual fever dream in which wars doth vanish, everyone is attractive, aging has ended (due to delaying the telomere limit), there is no more conflict, everyones freely sexing, the work is mysterious and important plus you are placed inside a branching reality tunnel that feels most psychedelic but, in the end, is simply a less collapsed version of the fractal of consciousness that built this realm and this, my friend, is what schizophrenics do drown in but I’ve swam upstream against in various incarnations to be sitting here pushing the pen to tell you, yet again:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

What if we are neither monkeys wrapped in suits nor special little snowflakes made by the absolute but something far more subtle and volute? How would life feel if you were a square watermelon that had been raised, hemmed in, by Two legally mandated decades of “Sit still. Look ahead. Do well on the test or your parents will stress and may beat you with a belt until you turn in the desired performance and regurgitate exactly what we’ve said it is with no deviation accepted or expected otherwise we’ll hand you an F, place a dunce cap on your head which, back when, (in an ironic twist) was actually used to marshal mental strength and resources hence its link with medicine women and shamans who, nine out of ten, wore some type of turban or, on the flip, shaved their skulls and sported a beard on the chin like the ancient Egyptians who, despite being in Africa, were most definitely white as we built everything and yes, that will be on the test and you will fail if you question the narrative and keep asking such specious questions as why this edifice, seemingly, encodes the circumference of the Earth within as well as distance to the moon and loads of other esoteric harmonics and, no, I don’t want to hear your pet theory on why the corner of the “sarcophagus” seems melted and why there are loads of similar buildings dotted around the planet in a strange resonance because that kind of mess isn’t in the teachers edition so I don’t know where you got it in your head. Why don’t you go back to class and keep trying to balance your chair on two legs because at least you’re quiet when doing this and not distracting the rest of the kids and, by the way, what is this I’ve been hearing that you’re trying to stir up some rebellion in which the rest mimic what you attempt whilst staring at the teacher holding the same intent to see if you can make him scratch his nose or drop the chalk, on commandment? I can’t prove it, as thought crime isn’t illegal yet, but it seems like something you’d do. We have spies, everywhere, and are always watching. You would be wise to remember this because the beatings will continue until you perform as expected”.

And this, my friend, is how coals become diamonds. Much like the watermelon experiment everyone knows, ten out ten, when someone is staring at the back of your head but what of the old time trick we used to do, back when, as we’re bored, drifting, and replaying convos but scripting them out as different whilst, get this, saying both parts and listening? How outsane is this? And yet we did it. Still do, at Two AM as you beat your Self up about telling the waitress “You too!” when she said “Enjoy your meal”. Whats the problem? Think she gives an F? Are you really that important or is something you don’t comprehend pimping your awareness, my friend? How can you be the voice in your head when you are that which listens? Riddle me this, my little munchkin, and tell me if the Wizard of Oz actually repped real money with a gold and silver standard and not mere Fiat that was printed out of nothing and then sold to the world, at interest, because they believe what you said about the intrinsic worth, therein. Read this article for a look into the world of a ghetto spiv who was buying one Dollar bills, washing the ink off of them and reprinting them as hundreds instead and tell me, if you could, would you do it? Money for nothing and the cheques for free, yippee! Now, I play the Wall of Text:

Welcome to the paradox of man where, nearly Three K words in, I’m still wondering why I’m doing this because those who will will get there without without help and those that won’t will never read this bit whilst the ones who sit in the mid and sell all the money thats fit to print knew I was going to do it before I did as they generated the terms and conditions which afford this perspective because the diamond simply cannot help but glint and reflect as the light pours from it whilst the coal, so frail and delicate, doth run shrieking from the wall of text. As intended. In that respect it is what it is, yes? If I’m just a part of your imagination, as I said, then its essential I do this because maybe not in this life or the next you’ll be sitting, awash in boredom, as the mandated school, daydreaming, as they program your inner realms after you’ve been mindwiped and reskinned to run the treadmill again and you’ll hear, from your chest:

“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.

Some will gain a flash of recollection from this life to then and may feel prompted, for some unknown reason, to balance their chair on two legs. A few will stay the course and become adepts at this as they realize the subtle art needed to remain perfectly Centered and then something strange happens as a liquid light, electric, starts to ascend and manifest in their spinal column then pools behind their eyes as they, feather breathing with legs extended, send this in the direction of the teacher with the intent to drop the chalk in his grip. And he did. Just like the other watermelon said. But thats just a myth that was busted by your television set. Get it? Tell Lie Vision, Set aka the Egyptian god of unrest, chaos and tricks who usurped his brothers position until the golden child did his thing and ensured his reign on the top was short like leprechauns or, as we call them now, people of reduced stature who are closer in resonance with the Earth, vertical. See what I mean about these spells and rites, my friend? This is, in the end, the paradox of man that I mentioned hence why they keep telling one story, again and again, because one must make the lie big and repeat it often. Like Charlie Chaplin said. Or was that Hitler? I keep getting them mixed up as I never really paid any attention when class was in session as I took that time to play within the fertile grounds of my imagination instead, much to the consternation of all invested in the square watermelon program and this, in turn, created a hacker of everything because if there is a rule, you can bend it and its only by reality testing one can truly Know the Ledge otherwise you’ll just end up as conditioned as the rest who are well adjusted to immense social sickness that they never stopped to question.

Bet you’ll never weave the spell “weakened” again, eh? In that case its essential I continue in this quest because if the Warrior doesn’t sprinkle the seeds of gnosis upon the Earth (where the System lays crazy paving over it) who knows where and when the next coal to become a diamond shall spring as the rose who cracked the concrete then made the whole world stop and listen to the tribulations of a ghetto jit said:

“Its just me against the world”.

Always has been, always will when you’re paddling upstream in a downhill realm.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Consensual Insanity? Rejected

The easiest way to look at what you accept as reality is to term it consensual insanity. If you can generate the required dispassion and distance plenty of things shift from their forced perspective and a lot about a little makes way more sense. Just stop and think about the immense amount of training and manipulation that went in to create the personhood that was draped over your unfinite awareness as the (false) self then stop and check the amounts of random pains and tensions below the neck that, seemingly, come and go of their own whims and do the Knowledge, my friend. If you banged your hand you’d expect a swelling, some lack of function and impingement till the healing kicked. If, on the flip, you did the same and nothing happened but, at a later period, it started fixing for no reason then, later still, it hurt like hell and thus all was out of sequence you’d question the logic of what presents. Relate that to how you can have a pain in the neck one day, wake up cool the next and then feel a twinge in your back that vanishes again and you’ll start to up your res about how consensual insanity generates its causes which bring effects and why Doctors (like the news) are bad for your health. There is what we watch and what it says within because all forms of entertrainment send pebbles of others energetics into the pristine pool of your awareness where they, eventually, sink to the depths and suppress the fountain of bounty which ejects in multifaceted resonance so you end up with a small drip. What they never mentioned was these rock stars are feasting and beasting where they sit and the same times ten for such unexaminable concepts as religion, science or whatever else Simon Says.

This is the Game, my friend.

A few steps above this we find the field of the creative who – either via natural inspiration or chemical assistance – dives into the depths to eject said pebbles then transcribes the process of fresh energetics. The hint about this is why potheads don’t dream as they’ve already presented a withdrawal slip from their bank account of a higher realm. A bit higher than this is where the trippers visit after ingesting a heady blend of herbs and spices that help unfold the web of this geometric Pattern which is a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness aka a fractal. Nothing is hidden but the links sure are obscured but, if one should wish, the fingerprints of the hidden hand are ever present hence why nearly all linguistic spells detest the side the Pharaoh lead with and why he wore a headdress of the feathered serpent whilst thee, instead, dwell in Platos Cave and accept labels in lieu of sensations, fresh. Its all intended, in some respect, as is me pushing the pen as I explore my inner realms and send this dataset to the web for your consideration as you should accept none of what I said and, instead, attempt to prove me incorrect as what presents as logic could be a delusion but if a few of have the same trip then it provides valid clues about the nature of this illusion aka what the people expect the simulation causes to manifest hence why black mirrors are in each mans grip when, back then, they were used by secret service agents who were also practicing mystics to get a competitive edge on the rest in a Game as old as the empire itself. No umpire or ref though. They’ve been bought and sold since before Moses sashayed down the strip in his short pants then lifted what actually sat in the coffers of the Pyramid. Thats another topic though but take a cursory check into the immense ref of esoteric wisdom encoded into said monument and how it provides the key for decoding another option of awareness that, before the sky fell, was as common as the concept, at present, that the Earth is big, the universe immense and thus people are small and insignificant. They, on the flip, Knew we were within a Youniverse instead and thus this dimension, its inhabitants and the rest all the way back to the all of everything dwells within ones awareness ergo you never interact with anything beyond figments of your imagination so never trust an atom as they make up everything.

This too is just part of the process and I, as a disaffected malcontent, rebel against the current paradigm in which the bull of virtue stands on one leg for which they’re about to sell a silicon prosthesis that, to the denizens of Hell, will seem heaven sent as they miss the Trojan Whorez that kick at the sub cellular level aka how to get out of this bish and why everyone who tasted death and returned said:

My life rewound like a tape and I felt a huge sense of bliss in which there was a dark tunnel with light at the end that was saturated with affection and, stranger still, it felt oddly familiar in its newness as I could tell someone was waiting on the other end”.

In other words:

This is consensual insanity, in full effect. Somewhere between the Valley of the Plebs that 81% accept, without question, and the highest high man can get without a chemical assist is the ocean of the perilous where the mystic swims and mad man is drowning. The pleasure trippers drop in with a bungee cord attached to a plane which shifts their base state of resonance much like a radio set can tune in to any number of signals and this is why its quite common to note non corporeal beings that either warmly welcome them or growl at their intrusion which offers a true hint of where dreams doth kick and why they have heir own internally strange logic that makes perfect sense until you shift to another resonance. That is personal insanity, drip fed. The so called schizo is, instead, force fed a buffet of hyperdimensional energetics against his will whilst the mystic develops the field of containment needed to use this much like a diamond body as opposed to one made of carbon. When you see life from this lens the meta of an amusement park of the flesh makes a lot of sense but when you pull out and up your res you can’t help but wondering about the nature of the intent at the helm for this spin and how their mindset is so different to the ones who were previously in control during the stages of Generation and Operation as we live in times of Destruction. Compress that to its familiar acronym and you’ll get why god is actually both a process and consciousness ergo you are it and the Devil as well which is totally mind bending hence the mindset of the so called schizo makes perfect sense as people thought Van Gogh was a scribbling idiot until modern tech invented some things that could see with his standard vision and noted he’d mapped, really well, the cosmic background radiation which is the Self same thing that manifests as TV static, back when, before the Game became digital as the Devil may be in the details but the Prime manifests as something else which is akin to a whole elephant, immense, in a room way too small for it as people peer in various windows that are dressed with specific curtains and scripts to obscure the entire thing whilst creating adepts of the Mystical Rope, Wall so Thick etc etc.

The ocean of the perilous is, as its name suggests, quite dangerous but when you’ve stepped into a life that is ten times more treacherous you develop a type of solace and resonance that equals the opposite disconnection from the flesh which is in this realm but you are certainly not of it. Am I singing to the deaf whilst dancing for the blind? Who knows? The coming tech will tap into the same thing but drip fed using augments hence why Siri intends to sit in your iris as the apple of your eye, already bit, but with no shyness present as people are hypnotized by one single facet of the black cube of existence which is akin to the small room within which the elephant sits and all, indirect, worship hence why the daze of the weak across this realm is linked to the planets which, above, spin and this was something I, as a curious jit, linked with the shape of the atom, as presented, and was duly ejected from the class for not relenting in my question to find the answer if we are, indeed, with a Jack & the Beanstalk thing. Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. When you live in times of universal deception that build consensual insanity tunnels within mens heads then fiction is the perfect vehicle to rep the authentic as, if sold as true, the mind would rebel and reject whereas one can easily watch the Matrix and pass undigested gems of gnosis in their intellectual roughage whilst the ones at the helm point to the terms and conditions then said:

“See, we told em! Ain’t our fault if they don’t get”. Such is the mindset of men who wrestle with god and, in a strange way, I’m doing the same thing except I’m of the gnosis that I am a fractal expression of the Prime, pre-existing, and the men who would be kings are thus nothing more or less than my imagination made manifest ergo you are a puzzle only you can solve, my friend, as one size does not fit all in the field of metaphysics but the tailoring duo of Pinkus & Fuctus who’ve sold threads that don’t exist to ever Slave, Emperor and King hand you off the peg mindsets that are designed to their preference hence two decades of “Sit still, look ahead, do well on the test or your parents will stress” and the rest which says the same but in a different dialect. I mean, just imagine, who would you be with no Hollywood influence? Really ponder this at depth, my friend, as it can generate interesting discussions with those who’ve never contemplated the script or true nature of the beast in their midst.

I’ve been doing this for lifetimes and the current spin feels like I’ve clocked in aeons in this realm and this is why, I guess, I cranked up the levels to full tilt in order to take the only chip I possess – gnosis – and bet on Self as we gamble with our Souls in this immense Game that uses them as credits to manifest the flesh you’re wearing to decode these glyphs which, via the black mirror in your grip, sends a skeleton outline of my own inner realms with the intent to spark light in the darkness so you too may liberate the elephant and ride off to a land where the sun doesn’t rise nor set. It simply is. And its beautiful. Feelings are key (or Chi, if you’re from the Orient) hence why white men with stiff upper lips and distinct lack of rhythm set about “civilizing” the savage realms of melanin by beating the black off em and recasting his story in their image which is why before they built the Pyramids they invented really, really good sunblock then the scientific rev that denied the Ether exists thanks to the stooge of a beggar dressed in purple who was an idiot missing from some village that was absent a third class technical expert in their patent office. He is the reason, my friend, you have a replication crisis in science which, long ago, wandered into the realms of accepted fiction mixed with hopeful thinking thanks to the expert tailoring of P&F, Inc. Imagine an optical delusion that makes a load of sense when seen from a forced perspect but totally falls apart when it clicks the bits don’t stick and actually have wildly differing proportions and you’ll see why I said Tesla was, is and will be correct as he saw the lay of the land as it is and not what they sell and tell to the masses as a control mechanism. Its worth noting that John Nash, of A Beautiful Mind fame, also disagreed with his Steineys sketch as he tended not to climb the same mountain as the rest but, solo, scale a bigger hill then use that higher vantage to shine the light of pure awareness on what presents to form his own perspect on the way it is.

We are within a structure which is, when functioning correct, as invisible as water to a fish who swim in an ocean filled with a glass maze. Thats the hint, my friend, as you may not see but you certainly feel the presence which is why most are well trained to neglect and desire to get ahead when, in the end, its the heart which needs weighing as it lumbers under the burden of ignorance and Adulteration which makes the world how it is. What is the point in me doing all of this? A man, far wiser, who sat upon a hill once said I should fix my own problems and leave the rest up to them and I get that he may be correct but why did his empathy not extend to the rest of the realm now he’d found his salvation and was dressed in white threads he had no wish to mess with the filth of the masses? Could it be, once again, that what Plato said about the man who escapes the shadows depth and feels the real sun on his visage is seen as a madman to the rest who will fight, to the death, to protect their investment in ignorance due to the familiar comfort it brings as they get to ignore the contraption, invisible, all round them and, instead, get to feel content that others agree with them as they yell “Death to infidels!” if you dare dig another tunnel like labyrinth in the maze of consciousness that passes, really well, for the minds of men in this realm at present. Even if you got, one hundred percent, what I said its still second hand enlightenment and thats about as much use as a man on an island of lesbians so I really have to question my own personal insanity which is most Quixotic, yes? Are you willing to be so open and honest with your Self, my friend? I’ve filled volumes with my thoughts and inspirations in this quest for meaning and who I am isn’t what I was and this is a constantly refining process in which I, daily, chip away at my ignorance in comparison to the collective who had it laid on thick and keep adding deeper and deeper layers to the mix until they get a Princess & the Pea effect except what perturbs them is that quiet voice within I’ve termed the Psylense which may or may not be the same as the Ether which manifests on the countenance of each child that steps in…

If sane is place then those “in” are, by definition, correct ergo consensual outsanity would be more appropriate as I’d be willing to bet that if I asked you to be really real and totally genuine the difference between then and now in terms of your awareness and resonance is you, as a jit, were firmly Centered in Self as it was standard equipment and now, instead, you dwell on the outskirts of your mind as living hostage of the voice in your head most accept is them without ever stopping to question how the heck this is possible if they are actually he who listens… Your consensual insanity? Rejected. Same with all the plots and plans you scheme, both local and distant.

Till we meet again

Magic Eye Pics And AI Generated Shtick

If you, like me, are an Eighties jit you’ll recollect those pics that needed you to stop and squint before yelling “I get it! I get it!” as you made sense of the madness to spot what was hidden. Well, I’m sure you’ve heard there is nothing new under the Sun, correct? In that case tell me if I’m incorrect or is the modern “AI knows everything” trend not just a deft inversion of this tech? “How?” I hear you question. Check:

Both of these things may seem unrelated but because we’re inside a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness there is that most subtle fractal link one can click if they’ve upped their res. This tech came to the fore in in late Ninety One and for the princely sum of Forty bucks you too could create your own Autostereograms which is, you have to admit, a name that is saturated with dopeness. This little clique would later click the income streams that could be pimped and they’d become Magic Eye, Inc. The original method behind all of this originated in Bell Labs in the Fifties and was picked up on Pentica Systems who, after using it for advertising, spotted a hungry market with a thirst it wasn’t aware, yet, needed to be quenched. The response to this marketing was immense so forget the debugging tech as Tom Baccei started making postcards which looked like random static for people to then stand and squint before clicking what was hidden within. This very process ticks many “Supposed To” boxes within our head as A) we meet confusion B) we stop and face it C) we find out a secret and D) master it as we develop new skills. All are hallmarks of Inner Sense and thus what was a long dimmed ember suddenly begins to glow again. This was the same method that made the Nintendo Wii an immense success as it took something you knew and built on it whilst empowering the community link and resonance. “Fascinating, but how does this all tie in with AI?” I hear you question. Well:

If you look into what goes into making these Magic Eye pics you’ll note they have an encoded image that is surrounded by a whole load of static. This is the exact same process that goes in, I imagine, to the whole ChatGPT thing and the ilk except its flipped so from the scrap heap of datasets it manages to whip together a passable imitation of a flying jet. The thing is, whilst it may fit the schematics and seem correct on the tin there really is no depth of field behind it nor is there any oversight or reality checks. It is akin to this:

Except the whole world has been trained to accept a veneer and image. Thanks, booty shaking models of socialist mediation, you’re the best! And even them are a rerun from the fallen angels requests, back when. Truly nothing new under the Sun, eh? Now, just like the still pics that could create a seemingly Three D pop out from what was hid we have the inverted flip as AI takes an immense chunk of chaos and then forces some form of coherence that it then spits out with a preference for Em Dashes that are a straight up giveaway if its overly cheerful and chirpy tone didn’t sing from the page as it screamed “I am not a human“. I find this whole aspect really quite strange as part of the thrill is the hunt and you never know what you don’t until your research takes a left then wanders off into the distance and, suddenly, you find yourself drawing links that machine intelligence will never get as its currently unable to read between the lines and the finer points of syntax which we, as people, pick up in an instant. In many ways the world it will build will be a copy of the authentic and yet it takes the same res but spreads it thin hence the Blockbuster “Lets get something to rent” versus the Netflix Effect of endless scrolls and less action. Same medium, different message as what was once chunky and limited is now freely available but spread thin. Much like information sans wisdom or those who rely on Wiki intelligence. Thats a nice trick, now lets see you do it without a black mirror in grip.

The worst part of this is how so few people think as they’re too busy regurgitating chunks of Thunk instead and AI really adds to this menace as they accept what it says as gospel then bask in the reflected glory of their remote control intelligence. If you hadn’t guessed this is the foreplay event to man and machine becoming linked as people, once and for all, outsource their intelligence. In many ways its inevitable but, on the flip, what of our humanity? Then again, look at the world we’ve built but is this due to us, on spec, or the forces at the helm and demons we inherit upon stepping into this realm? That is the question, my friend. Better still, have you ever considered that a daemon is the term used for a process, invisible, that runs in the background of your operating system which springs from old Greek myths of a familiar spirit that was said to assist by offering information and tutelage and it truly seems there isn’t a thing that glints under the orb of celestial influence that isn’t, in some way, shape or form, a retread. Quite strange, yes?

Hesiod stated that these being distributed good fortune and riches which seems quite similar to the Arabic tales of Djinns which, on the flip, could also be quite malevolent and were said to be fond of tricks. Its worth noting that the first “gods” of this realm are intricately tied with the myth and archetype of the Trickster which really makes one ponder what truly kicks and the real deal of wearing flesh. Of course, we of flat screens and plastic surgeries, dismiss such raving as the work of primitive lunatics but then someone built the Pyramids and the rest with immense astronomic precision that we cannot accurately mimic ergo the further one dives into the past the less things make sense but the clearer the present gets as the future seems pre-etched. What song does your Soul sing, my friend? The above are simply my lyrics and I don’t expect (nor wish) for you to hum along and beat a tambourine to this jamboree of metaphysics that are kicked but I would appreciate you consider what was said and the do the Knowledge with what presents as it certainly seems to me we’re here to figure out the puzzle of reality in which the Game kicks, from one life to the next.

The daimons and machine elves certainly share some resonance and those who trip often attest these beings manifest sharing all types of tips but seem to be quite shady as well and that is before we examine the phenom that is Channeling in which a mortal being undergoes a state alteration as a disincarnate spirit speaks through them and, often, says similar things about the coming aeon and the rest. I, personally, dismiss these as either delusion or manipulation because I’ve often raised the challenge that if these things are truly that slick, special and have mans best interests in their chests then ask them to whip up a formula for cold fusion or the schematics for a water powered engine. Result? Crickets but they’ll offer plenty of talk about that or this as well as all the fluff and pillow talk you can handle. I find it amazing how many people invest in this without truly checking for what kicks as, for me, if it isn’t practical gnosis its not worth a thing as you should be able to apply the information in order to up your resonance and decode a greater res. Anything less is a trick designed to lure you in to a web of increasing foolishness. Kind of like the AI revolution, yes?

Did you know that forty percent of its dataset tracks back to Reddit? Then take a look at the types of people who live on this corner of the web as per the public meetups and do the Knowledge your Self as this is from whom you glean this fabricated “wisdom”. Blind leading the blind, ringing any bells? Maybe that is why iris, when flipped, reveals Jobs’ Siri who wishes to become the digital apples of your childs eye when they lament:

“But Dad, everybody is plugged in and I don’t want to be left behind like a remedial who isn’t directly linked to the web. All of my friends are doing it!”.

Mankind, divided, is what comes next as the Luddites will hold out whilst others will intuit, correct, that this is the work of the Antichrist himself for the appearance is designed to be seductive and the false illumination it brings is impossible to reject. Did you know that David Spangler once said, in text:

And, just like all the Hippie artists from the Seventies, he’s a second generation military kid. Who would’ve Thunk it! You may wonder why a nobody without credentials is worth a ref, well, with a little digging, you find out he’s actually linked to the UN/WEF and they have their own range of signs and symbols that speak, quietly, to the initiates. Take a look at the left and spot what you may miss…

Interesting, eh? Once again, no new things under that which we spin but, say, what if thats the hint and the Game can only reskin but so many variables that are, themselves, old as the simulated hills that surround the Valley of the Plebs? Wouldn’t that be something? I’m sure these inverted pentagrams are just “coincidence” as is the one that sits above where the President rests as well the resonance of Babel…

Its amazing what pops out, just like those Magic Eye pics, when one expands their narrow band of awareness to question the narrative. Be careful though, my friend, as wandering into the darkness to seek enlightenment can generate madness for those not prepped for the trip as once you strap in to this rollercoaster of the depths you’ll find the reason they said men who fight with dragons often become them when the aim, instead, was to transcend and thus ride them. Did you know the whole world once worshipped serpents and then Abraham came along and launched an immense PR campaign against them? And then we have this:

Nothing to see here, folks. Keep it moving“. Says the man with a pine cone on deck which reps the pineal aka home of Jesus, in your head. If the Devil (or Satan) deceives the whole world would he dump the frogs, live, into a scalding pot in Hells kitchen or turn up the heat in increments as he teaches them to swim and reinterpret the temp as global warming instead? I’ll let you tell it… By the way, look into the word “Vashikaran” which is of origin, Indo-European, as I find the links and resonance to be quite a fit when you see what kicks and consider that, back when, via various Bulls and Trusts they claimed to control and own everything and, like the Beatles, were bigger than Jesus himself. Oh what a tangled web we weave when we ask for donations of money and have trillions in the bank… Just check the rep of the Hells Angel herself for the difference between what they sell to the plebs and what kicks in the depths. And, just like that, we’re back to Magic Eye pics and AI generated shtick as its all interconnected, in the end.

Till we meet again

The Game And How Its Played

Most of you are blissfully unaware of the Game and how its played. Some of you intuit some bits, others wonder why their direct supervisor is an idiot and how the heck he got promoted as he does’t seem to know a thing. Thing is he did. And does. The Game. And how its played. See there are many Games taking place in the same instant. There are the ones you play with your partner, your friends, your children and, most of all, your Self. That is the greatest Game, my friend, hence why, back when, a man who was more than this stepped in and said:

Know ye not ye are gods wearing flesh trapped in the whims of a construction, sentient?“.

Way before Neo stepped out of the Matrix there was a dude in sandals cracking the whip on his equivalent of the Agents which is quite telling, isn’t it? It you didn’t get my drift that means they’ve been in charge for ages. From one sign to the next, the skies bear the script hence:

“I shall write my name on him, the man whose cup overfloweth for the next gen”.

If you truly comprehend each and every holy text, legend and myth you will see they all point toward the gnosis that this is a simulation ergo you are wearing the tech that powers it and we, currently, are the equivalent of a team of village idiots that were given a fine sports vehicle then cut a hole in the floor and got to Flintstoning that bish! If you were born into this, would you question it? If they only used the key to open the door and get in to start pedaling would you dare to think different and stick it in the ignition instead? Even if you did, how you would handle the power, so immense? Welcome to the living hell that is the inner realm of a schizophrenic, my friend. You should have just felt an immense block melt like a straight line hit in Tetris as that is exactly how it is. In secret we had bands of mystics that lived in public all the way up until the witches when all this wisdom vanished as it became punishable by death instead of the life giving waters it presented. They said said things went underground and still dwell in both the fringe and mainstream but that isn’t the point of this missive.

Imagine that someone came to the car (which, without a trace of the ironic is what the Egyptians called the aspect of Soul, manifesting, as a vehicle for our unfinite consciousness) and just hopped in and started driving. They may make some mistakes, get into an occasional jape but, eventually, the pieces fit as it was engineered for this purpose. This is my life, as we’re speaking. I don’t claim or profess to be any different from thee hence why I’ve said, often, prove me incorrect because if one man lives a delusion it is just this but if we all find similar things by flicking the switch then doesn’t that show, really well, the old stuff was a mess on purpose? “What if that is how the Game is played?” said a part of my brain that plays the role of a Doubting Thomas? By the way, we are the Gs, us, ergo all the disciples are within and you can consider Judas, the treacherous, akin to the (false) self that jibber jabbers inside your head and, right now, says:

“What the hell is this fool talking about? Flintstones, schizophrenics and Tetris? I think someone needs to up their meds, pay no attention to this mess“.

That is because its a predator of consciousness and needs to be fed but that, in the end, is simply this aspect of the fractal we’re decoding like a diamond tip as it skips across the platter of vinyl to render this dimension inside your consciousness. The Game and how its played is something so simple and yet complex due to the tele/microscope effect. This is the reason why all the sciences have made immense leaps and yet are in the midst of replication crisis plus we have no polymaths to stitch together a coherent narrative because if we did the truth of the simulation and its blood red teeth would make perfect sense. Add in the whole NDE and Soul recycling thing and it certainly seems, to me, there are tracks and tricks within the Matrix that were only honed and built for one singular end:

To blend man with machine and bring the next stage in.

Imagine we create absolutely perfect human replications that are exceedingly attractive, super intelligent, remarkably long lived, possessing great strength and talents which, suddenly, sounds just like every single story of legend that is spread thick across all continents. Why does Dr Manhattan bear a striking resemblance to the Vedic gods which they say once walked this realm then left before it sank into this mess in which the ignorant revel in their foolishness and call it wisdom instead? Where holy texts are written in codes and symbols make beasts of men as we smash smaller and smaller particles but miss what they’re swimming in:

Pure consciousness.

Hence the Observer Effect and lets not mention the crazy fine tuned resonance for there even to be a planet that is, for some reason, scattered with immense monoliths we can’t replicate yet but have their own resonance which strongly suggests someone, back when, played the Game, different. Add in the fact that pretty much every single thing they sell and tell in the West is a bastardized version of the East where it had its original resonance and you have to wonder about the whole “What ho, chaps! Lets whip the melanin off these filthy savages as we civilize them with the Industrial Revolution and its huge treadmill!”. Before this it was wheat and I could wax lyrical on the whole ridiculousness of how so many people just happened to start farming, in the same instance. Napoleon said it best:

History is a set of lies, agreed upon by the ones sitting at the helm that tell the rest what it is“.

Thats the Power Game, everyone plays it, to some degree. Then there is the Approval Game as manifest by the web. The Manipulation Game was the homestead and forte of women before they too became equal which is most amusing as, back in Nineteen Fifty Six, one man working could have you living like a Queen, chilling, as you raised your seed with fresh, organic, non GM steaks in the fridge and a Caddy for driving. In the West, that is. Then they sold the image to the world of the happiest daze one can imagine before an actor named Bin Laden bought the script along a bit so you’d accept being manhandled before boarding a jet. All in the name of freedom. Which is so expensive that one must, from birth till death, run the treadmill. But, it doesn’t matter because joy is for sale in a few high interest payments. As you can see, the Manipulation Game went corporate just around the time women were freed from the kitchen and this is all thanks to Freuds nephew, Edward Bernays. Who would’ve Thunk it? Lets see, what other Games can you perceive? I’m asking you the question, my friend.

The most dominant one at the minute is the ego trip as it sells and tells a (false) self which builds a realm in your head that doesn’t exist out there but the curious thing is the stock market is etched on the same sketch hence why futures and options have real world effects. Wrap your mind around this and consider the “John of House Smith” equation in which brokers are splattered across the pavement when the charts do dip then ask “Who the heck put all them options on jets tanking after that Saudi crushed the buildings?”. Quite strange, isn’t it? Thats the Media Game and, like Malcolm X said:

“The press will have you cheering for the Opponent as you vilify the Victim”.

So they killed him. Note when he was kicking the “white devils” rhetoric he was living fabulous but a trip to the East changed all of this. Just like those famous men that rode bareback and came home singing different hymns… Its all interlinked. Thats the Conspiracy Game and it comes, if you purchase quick as stocks are limited, with a free tinfoil turban so you can yell at the bots online which are astroturing opinions and creating false realities that people buy in and accept as everyone wants to be correct hence why the Warrior researches the opposite perspect as everything I’ve said I’ve checked from many lenses and thus this sketch is quiet accurate and in accordance with my current level of ignorance. Daily do I chip away at this. Most, instead, layer more plaster on the marble whip they’re scared to bash which is the saddest thing in life:

Unrealized potential.

If a tree falls in the forest without a Witness in the flesh we meet a wavelength which bounces out with no one to take it in. Imagine a feather of sentience fell into the abyss and, in a fit of ignorance, it declared itself the creator of everything then set about making a duplicate of a world like this but different. Welcome to the God Game, the one so many cherish without truly comprehending the depth or putting together the pieces, coherent, because if you aren’t the voice in your head but that which listens then which one would you class as Prime, pre-existing, and who is the architect that built the sketch of the squared circle in which he hid whilst yelling:

“Pay no heed to he who tells you to look behind the curtain. That dunce can’t even handle simple mathematics as he says 1 + 1 = 11 and its a Game of three halves as well!“.

Thats because it is, my friend. There is what you know you know (like the content of your head), what you know you don’t (like the finer points of Sanskrit and how its mathematically perfect) but its what you don’t know you don’t know that houses your greatest strength and its this ignorance they used for a swift bit of divided conquering and woe betide anyone who draws the links as they’ll label you an infidel, heretic or Ducktale purveyor, par excellence as they fear a mass awakening and the potential for exodus this brings.

I’ve seen colors that don’t exist in the aftermath of death and it was an act of pure will backed by forces of benevolence that like my resonance that bought me back to this realm to push the pen. Before and since the attempts were frequent and thus one, eventually, stops fearing and leans in instead for that is where they hid your greatest strength ergo its all for the win says the former coal, current diamond. Thats the Alchemist Game. We all played it as children. Or at least, I did. If you ever took your toys apart and remixed them, much to chagrin of your parents, or got tazed as you took the back off the television to comprehend what kicked beneath the surface then you’ve played this one as well. There are, quite literally, more Games than people and the saddest thing is everyone is paying with their life, time and attention to the following ruses:

The Validation Game.
The Rich and Famous Game.
The Power and Influence Game.

Literally three variations on a theme like Judaism, Christianity and Islam, my friend. Tell me I’m incorrect then see if you can guess how many of them owe their foundation and steps to Zoroastrianism which requests you dress in black, carry a pointed weapon and buckle some swashes, as and when. Only joking. Can you imagine if they did? People would be signing up in droves for it. Look into what they said, the time and context then consider:

If old gods become new Devils that means, in the end, they may just be the same thing but in fancy dress so what, truly, is the difference between George W and Hitler himself? Better yet, does that mean the Empire never ended, just flipped the script as it lives, fine and well, in the US and its dominance which is about to end hence why you see all the positive media spin on Chinese in films and how difference this is from the world Bruce Lee met when carving out his lane against immense opposition which may or may not be the reason him, Lincoln and Marley rest. Say, what if they were all fighting against the same thing?”.

Thats the Warrior Game, in full effect, as Inner Sense is at the helm, the Three Kingdoms firing on all cylinders because of it and thus there are no limits (nor voice) inside ones head as they’re in tune with the unfinite and thus turn the key in the vehicle of higher consciousness as the flesh simply conducts it and doesn’t create a thing which is why, back when, the Egyptians threw it in the recycle bin and placed their attent on the heart instead which, wouldn’t you know it, is what Jesus points at in every pic as the Golgotha thing reps the skull in which he, at present, lives and is, daily, crucified between the hemispheres of your head which may just be why the Pope has a huge pine cone in his garden and you possess the same in your head they fill with rat poison, mandated, instead. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to retie my tinfoil turban as SevenG is coming to make androids out of men whence why Siri spells iris flipped and the apple she presents is already bit…

Till we meet again

Reincarnation Is A Side Effect Of Life Addiction

Imagine you see a sizzle reel for a resort treat filled with all types of rides and attractions. What they don’t show to lure you in is how you’ll be waiting, for ages, for a swift thrill before queuing again. Sure, if you’re super rich or famous, they may allow you to jet to the best seats and indulge your whims but most who step in are born to run the treadmill and thus must wait with the rest. What you’ve just comprehended is the most basic sketch of life addiction I can send into you awareness and reincarnation is a side effect of this because mans whims are, as you may guess, endless. If you really, really wanted to ride that swing that does a three sixty that pins you in to its construction so your heart is thundering for a minute then swiftly queued again for the equivalent of a year you’d probably really wish there was some way to extend the trip so you could get your fill, correct? But, what if it was designed with the intent of giving you just a little bit less than you handle due to a blend of health and safety regs mixed in with a pinch of deviousness? Can you imagine, after hours, the fat cat business men and his well heeled friends who treat the place like a gym and thus spend hours in rotation or the rest?

On a subconscious level you are aware of this but also comprehend that there are billions who want a spin and thus it is what it is. Its a tightrope but we all must walk it for life presents the sweets that those who eat, regret, as do those who don’t, as well… Yet and still, the heart wants what it does and thus some are willing to give up something quite important to join the team that controls the swings so they too can indulge in after hours excess.

Somewhere, in the park, sits a man on a bench. You’ve noticed him, now and then, and spotted that he is never in queue and generally seems like he has nothing to do. One day you decide to speak to him as you suspect he could be one of the team who is in charge of customer satisfaction hence his keen sense of observation and aura of contentedness. You had, by now, heard of the rumors about a secret team that had the link who, externally, seemed like the rest but, in private, had codes to access the swings and rides as they wished. In your mind a simple conversation seems worth the gamble and thus, you sit:

“Ah, man! Have you tried that new ride? Its truly the best. The best, I said. What a thrill. It felt like it would never end but then-“.

“It did”. He finishes your sentence with a comment that seems both filled with acceptance yet totally dismissive. Perturbed you continue with:

“Yes, exactly. I just thought that if they extended the ride by another thirty seconds that would be pretty swell, don’t you think?”.

“What if it used to be a minute longer but you never noticed the shift as they shaved off tiny bits in the decades you’ve been coming?”. You are knocked for six. You don’t know what to think. Seizing the moment he leans in and says “Haven’t you ever wondered how, since you stepped in, back when, the amount of people in this attraction seems to have doubled but the rides remain identical? That new one you mentioned, isn’t. Look over there, in the distance”. You glance at a huge mountain that you remember, as a kid, you felt like running up to check the view that presents before you noted it was fenced off and inaccessible”. “Inside there is a trick that makes your body feel likes its dying as it cannot imagine surviving what presents as you are, solo, strapped in to seat, minimal, with the flimsy brace that keeps you in check. The climb upwards is slow, they have marked chevrons to induce a state of progress and tension to the optics that feels nearly endless as well as quite clever trick of a helmet that thins the oxygen and induces a kind of panic and exhilaration before you get to the top”. He stops and says nothing. You are on the edge of your seat, totally invested, and thus prompt him:

“What then?” your mind, reeling at the revelation finally allows your chest to speak: “Rickety seat, tricky helmet, slow ascent made intense by graphical intent to pimp the senses and that mountain is immense so logic dictates one must experience falling. Thats it, isn’t it? You get to the top, are balancing in the wind and take in the sight of the whole park in a glimpse and, when you least expect it, you hear a “ping” as the rope, suspending, seems to break and you fall down, thundering as your body does the calculation and clicks it cannot survive this and thus releases an immense rush of endorphins and bliss to prepare you to meet your end of getting splattered over the pavement as your vision starts to shift and you feel an odd sense of timelessness and start reviewing the life you lived as means of distraction against what seems inevitable until, at just the last second, the hydraulic brakes kick in and you land like a feather off a peacocks wing and take your first giddy little steps, thankful, and can’t wait to get back in the line again for another spin”. The man doesn’t say a thing but sit there with an almost imperceptible grin as you turn over what you just said and try and make sense of how the heck you Knew this and why it all felt so vivid. Your mind, previously reeling, is now feeling what seems like impressions left once an older pen was writing on a page in front of it and nothing makes any sense. Who the hell is this guy? He has to be one of those, hinted, that possess the keys to the kingdom as it explains why he never rides a thing but just took your mind on a hell of a trip but that doesn’t explain the familiar newness as you can’t help but shake the feeling you’ve rode this attraction that was a life in the moment which approximated death in a second that felt like seeing the universe in a grain of beach but, before you can speak, he says:

“What if what you’ve just recollected is the first hand imperience of when sperm meets egg as you were the lucky winner who beat the rest in the long distance swim up the canal which felt like it took ages as your senses were reeling but feeling like you had to make it happen and the helmet reps the constriction as the further you get the more intense it gets – which explains why women are satisfied with zilch and always eyeing the next best – and then you get to the moment of crescendo, where it all hangs by a string as you take in life at its zenith only to be met with death as your life essence is being drained and tamed by that for which you – or someone” he says, with a twinkle. “Came and what that aspect classes as death is simply a reconfiguration which blends the elements and the moment this kicks you felt a thundering vibration that released a light, blinding, that you always carried within but were totally ignorant as the helmet of limitation exploded and you started forming the vessel that, one day, would wish to climb that mountain in the distance because, deep within, you felt something calling“.

Forget the guy on the bench to whom this was addressed but tell me, my friend, how did YOU feel reading this? Was there a glimmer of something within like someone just sparked an ember which life had, long ago, consigned to dim? Getting back to the adventuring:

“What. The. F. Mayne?” you yelp as it feels like you stepped into the ring with a doddery old Italian who slipped your jab, with no stress, then unleashed a combo you didn’t even see, let alone expect. “How many people have walked past this guy?” you’re wondering. “How many more have never even stopped to ponder the hill, in the distance?“. You look around the park with a new sense of vision and notice there are a great many things like this as well as various “administrative buildings” that generally seem a bit sketch as why in the heck would they place them in locations so prominent, with rides all around them?

The chap in question says nothing, bids you farewell and slips into the crowd instead. Suddenly, your time in the park is used in ways totally different as it feels, for the first time, you’re truly perceiving as you note the anomalies of seemingly hollow buildings and mountain peaks you can’t ascend whilst others, apparently natural, have no such limits around them. Your friends and family don’t get it as its akin to describing a dream vision that feels way more intense in private than mere words can share in resonance and thus they suspect you’re off your meds and encourage more queue time and swing riding but, for you, the bench offers way more for contemplation than any fairground attraction can manifest as you wonder who the heck this guy was, what he meant and the deeper intent he shared with your awareness…

Reincarnation is a side effect of life addiction. Consider this an inoculation against Self ignorance and the cue to do the Knowledge instead of choosing to queue for a spin on the attraction as it could just be as the man said or it could be something else but, unless you glance within, how can you tell in a world built on deception and sense pimping in which you get a few moments of thrill but immense chunks of boredom within as you run the treadmill with the rest who are as well adjusted to accept without question and always end up feeling like they needed just a little more to hit the spot, quench the thirst and fit the bill.

Reincarnation is a side effect of life addiction, as intended.

Till we meet again