Then I Will Finally Be Good Enough

Imagine you have a microscope and its a bit better than average. Instead of just zooming in on a section its got some crazy AI filtering tech which not only trims and edits what kicks but then further shifts your perspective on what presents. Best of all, its process is totally invisible.

Does that sound confusing? A tad out there? Something hard to relate to? Well, if so, then congratulations, my friend, as you’ve just taken the first steps in no longer being fooled. Of what am I speaking?

Your mind.

It works exactly like this. There are two default modes (and who knows how many that can be unlocked, if you wish) of operation. We are born in telescope mode. There is literally no limits to what pours in and, in the same instance, the sheer radiance that spills out into this realm is also unfinite. School, your parents and the world at large put an end to this, real quick. This is the occult reason children stop glowing around six as they’re no longer blooming but folding in. This genesis of a nemesis is from which shall spring the voice in your head as its akin to a rose, developing, and finding a thorn, inverted, that then does its whole protection thing but backwards. For some, reading, a lot about a bit just makes way more sense. The other side is the microscope and the strangest thing about it is we all build one, on spec, that is really quite different to the rest. This is why I’ve said you can never trust an atom (as they make up everything) and why ten can meet one man and all draw radically differing opinions.

The telescope I call Inner Sense as its standard equipment, naturally present and requires no wetware updates or conditioning. The micro, on the flip, varies immense but is curiously identical in the sense that it often dreads a future that never quite happens or attempts to forget a past that has its hook in. Adulteration of the present, in other words aka the treadmill. Lets pretend your life sketch is identical in terms of your home, peers, siblings and the rest but there are two variables we’ll shift:

In the first option your parents are hyper supportive, never critical and always ready to pay attention whilst respecting your freedom. In the other they constantly harangue, beat and guilt trip whilst invalidating you in each way they can imagine. You will still be you, in a sense, but one of these is not like the rest, yes? This is what I mean when I say people can’t imagine being anyone but themselves and the most interesting bit is when they do shift their consciousness the old version fades into the distance as they can no longer relate to the microscopes vision. Trippers all attest there is a part in their reality tunnel where the (false) self falls away and they’re pure consciousness. Some freak out as it feels like death. Others embrace it and come face to faceless with themselves and injoi it. This peak flow state is remarkably common but most don’t notice it. Some people snap into it when driving as they feel one with the machine. Others, frequently, when viewing a screen as the story pulls them in and they forget everything else. A few can generate this state at will by designing an environment, optimal, and taking control of the gears of their mechanisms of consciousness.

Lets pretend the you that was prodded, often, with the short end of the stick came to the defining life event of your present script. How would he react? What would differ in his aversion to risk? Would he manifest the same life you did or would things differ? Now flip it and we’ll wonder about the uber confident and totally well nourished version who steps into your timestream at a point when things seemed to be going to hell in a handbasket, quick. What would he do that was different? Did you spot that? If you can see it you don’t have to be it but if you can imagine, it can manifest. This is the next level of Dicelife, my friend. See how quick you can shift between tele and microscope thinking? But only if you’re aware its an option. As far as I can tell there are, in total, 8 modes of being like this. There may be more, who can say? They, for the moment, are irrelevant as its akin to a binary operation in which a 1 and zero can flick but the oscillation and resonance will generate greater things as one ups their res.

Next time you’re feeling telescope notice how there is a spring in your step, your joints and bones feel fresh, there is an innerG that, freely, pushes up the corners of your lips as you aren’t smiling, its doing its thing and you’re enjoying. This is blooming. On the flip you’ll note when the microscope is in effect as each tiny thing gets magnified by ten and then, depending on your filters, can be further amped again. Its why doctors lament that a headache due to dehydration isn’t an aneurysm. That is actually interesting as it shows how we tend to reinforce the reality tunnel we dig and, in many ways, this is the most common form of psychosis. I know some of you are thinking “Whaaaaat?”. Its true though. The whole race has flipped its lid hence why Krishnamurti said its no measure of health to be well adjusted to such profound sickness. The problem is it sells. Well. Not accepting the code of the Matrix unleashes the Sentinels and Agents who can manifest as your friends and fam trying to pull you back in to the same resonance that makes them miserable. Its wildly ironic but, for most, totally invisible. See, you shifting is interpreted by their (false) self as a threat to its dominance because it knows that if they click it curtains for them when it comes to leeching energetics. Take a look at this pic:

Where do you think all that luster went? Something is having a little drink and its the man behind the curtain I’ve termed the parasite of consciousness as humans are nowhere near the apex nor are we the most intelligent. It just allows us to think this. Or Thunk, if we’re being accurate. See, those are premade chunks of thought that can be rearranged in ways, predictable. This is why you can always tell where that convo in your head is going next as you hitch a lift on its wagon. This is a hallmark of the microscope effect and you can, if you wish, stop it by changing how you relate to your thoughts as they’re just beliefs and thus not really real. A beleaf, on the other hand, is totally natural and is how Inner Sense does its thing as it sprouts from the tree of developing wisdom, does what it did, wilts, dips and replaced with a better version as more data pours in for reality testing. Those heads think. As do their chests and abdomen as its a mindbody thing. The single greatest trick of the (false) self is the process upon which the psychosocial treadmill is built and its in perfect resonance with its spiritual equivalent that begets the Be Kind, Rewind effect of the mindwipe and reskin:

“When I get X, then I will finally be good enough“.

It never, ever happens. This is a constriction of energetics, an increase in resistance, that underpins the (false) self. It is akin to how a bonsai tree is actually identical to the huge thing but is browbeaten in development by domineering parents. Imagine how that tension feels, knowing you can do it big but are sitting on a shelf instead of expanding into a forest as you root into the earth and reach for the heavens? Welcome to the lifes of the 81%, my friend. See how correct and visceral that felt? Like there is no denying this? Whats in your bundle? That is what you actually inherited and, worse still, will pass onto your children as you make them miniature versions of yourself, even though you’re miserable. Many dare not admit it, but they are. Simply place them in an all white room with no distractions for forty five minutes and see how they run, screaming, from the challenge. But, its an option. A choice. One of many because, underneath all the ink life slung onto your canvas, you are pure consciousness and thus not the content but context. That can be one heck of a mindtrip and its what the psychonaut ascends past in their quest for gnosis and most meditators truly miss as they go there for a vacation, for a bit, then get back to yelling at the idiot who cut them up in traffic:

“Why did you do this?”.

“What?”.

“Lose your rag, super quick, when a moment ago you were chilling in the whip?”.

“Its not me, its that idiot. Can’t you see how she got in my way? Stupid bish”.

The sheer level of ignorance in one who purported states of yogic bliss had me scratching my head until it clicked she wasn’t truly up in res, organic, but was scaling a basic pic by the image of asana twists. What do I mean by this? Well, if you truly Know the Ledge its an across the board type of thing ergo not an as and when mindset that is sported like a mask. For most, these shifts are invisible and, worse still, if the one they’re with is perceptive enough to spot and mention it they take offense. Except, they don’t. Thats the (false) self talking via their internal realms as they parrot its intent as a form of protective mech because if you stop feeding it voltage, it no longer exists. Mindblowing, isn’t it?

“When I get X, then I will finally be good enough and valid. Life will be perfect, I’ll get the ticker tape parade, scoop up the prom queen and ride off into the sunset in a state of bliss with a hip hop hooray!”.

This underpins the internal OS of most denizens of this realm and they’ll buy what it sells as it prevents having to accept its never worked before. Nor will it. Just look at the true lives of most celebs. When COVID hit you saw the bish come out of them as they were starved for attention and validation hence why its said they are among the most broken. And this is who the rest emulate and think:

“When I get X, then I’ll feel like them and life will be perfect”.

They’re all actors. All of them. So are you, my friend. Me as well but I’m simply visiting this realm and putting in the performance of a lifetime in order to lace some Game for the rest with the intent they’ll desire to Know the Ledge as it sure beats the alternative with chains and whips which makes the (false) self stop hollering as you shift from micro to tele which is a great segue to this:

Below the neck you house a Rolodex of events that are categorized by emotional strength. The ones that are most intense (like being born with an umbilical cord around your neck) are off limits. As are most traumatic imprints but they run the Game, in secret. The average bits are as you’d expect which is why its hard to recollect the drab blips and if you ask most people to sketch a timeline of what they’ve lived you’ll see how sparse it truly is. Until you start doing the Knowledge and you fill in loads of bits and may even recollect that mass trauma event which brings a real world cathartic release of blocked energetics which, often, shifts one from the micro to tele quick aka what most “Born agains” are faking in an attempt to escape the old reality tunnel they did dig. How it works is like this:

The (false) self has full access to this Rolodex. It is its dirty little secret and it thinks:

“Right, the worse she feels the better we get fed so lets take this time that boy she liked made a snide comment, back when, and link it to the event when her prized painting wasn’t pinned to the fridge but stuck in the bin instead and we’ll add in that time she got passed over for promotion as well. That’ll do it!”.

Can you imagine the reality tunnel this begets?

“When I get X, then I will finally be good enough”.

She will go hell for leather trying to prove she is enough by rejecting ideal suitors and chasing those who can’t or won’t commit. There will be an immense need to follow and keep up with current trends instead of truly being creative and the latter will make her work off her rear end or come across as super needy in private which, often, loops back to the first and drives away the men. And so on it does spin. See why I called it the psychosocial treadmill, my friend? She and me met and the convo went like this:

“Take this notepad and, for a month, I want you to draw your feelings each night before bed“.

That, alone, would cause a shift in her paradigm as, at first, she’d ignore it (thanks to the voice in her head). One day she’d feel stressed and would decide its time to vent and let rip with the inks, think nothing of it and then go to bed to have the strangest dreams as she had just directly linked with the Rolodex. This, in turn, motivates as the telescope is rising and it lifts all ships of consciousness which means its sink or swim for the (false) self as it can no longer tap in to what kept it fed. Amazing, isn’t it? A month later she comes back in waving not just the notepad I gift but another as well:

“Look at this. Look!” she says, with a grin. Its a picture of her, running to hug her man but her head is on backwards looking at someone else. This revelation changed everything as she finally allowed herself to feel the feelings she’d repressed since her dream life folded in. “And all because of a comment, back when, when playtime was still in session!”. See, the thing about time, emotion and novelty is we feel the most intense sting whilst developing and thus this may have been a first school thing but its impact was immense. Now consider the umbilical kid who was always quite shy and retiring, in the flesh, but spends immense amounts of time on Reddit spewing vitriol to the rest as others like him band together and yell via the digital persona they’re animating. This is another version of the (false) self, in fancy dress. Its also hyper normalized and thus expected which shows just how slick the parasite of consciousness is because didn’t it already tell it covets becoming the apple of your iris by announcing its presence as Siri? Flip it and you’ll see nothing is hid from the eyes of wisdom which is mad ironic as it the blindspot that generates vision and as the image at the head of the article says, it fills in what it expects ergo don’t believe everything you think as words are thoughts held hostage and this tongue we use, at present, is as forked as its gets so try some words of power instead, up your res and do the Knowledge, my friend.

Till we meet again

Money, Loosh and the Matrix

The fact they print the ends out of nothing then sell, at interest, to the ones who govern ments is a pretty wild thing, isn’t it? Stranger still is the IMF who hit third world nations upside the head with immense interest whilst their cronies loot their mineral resources but, in the mid, there is the point that, today, we shall be considering:

Why is the Game like this?

Now, like Scarface said, I ain’t no Communist because I think too free for that mess and, besides, its just another illusion selling delusions in the land of confusion that needs an “Us” for there to be a “Them”. Are you ready to introspect on what comes next? Dig in:

Money, like religion, language, borders and even the internet is another control mech and its one that can be used, real well, to decide how many places you move around the board, as and when. There is another aspect to this as well that is, generally, hidden because half of the global population lives, daily, on less than you spend on your pumpkin spice latte (with all the trimmings). Do some swift computing and tell me what you’re thinking. This place is a plantation and there are some who are free range (paying for every step) and the battery kind as well who are so broke they can’t afford to pay attention. But, the difference is, the latter will click, quite swift, the gist of what I’ve said whereas the former will deny it, vehement, as they yell “Tin foil nonsense!” at the screen whilst avocado toasting in suburban bliss.

There simply isn’t a thing in this realm that hasn’t been weaponized, real well, since the fallen angels stepped in and taught women make up and booty shaking whilst giving the lads tips on how to best kill, kill, kill. Ain’t much changed, cept the astrological age. Kinda strange, they still hate you too… Loosh is a concept that was posited, originally, by many indigenous cultures who called it Wetiko, the Kali Yuga mindset and Krivda. That last one is interesting as its quite close to the script due to translating as “Reality made crooked“. Just what you’d expect from light bent at ninety degrees in vacuum, eh?

Robert Monroe researched into consciousness but also worked with the Feds which means a Hundred and Two percent of what he says is sketch (with a Two percent margin for error) ergo one must learn to discern but, in this case, what he states doth ring true with Castenadas Shaman friend says but that leaves one wondering if he truly existed or was that too an immense psyop to confuse and delude the public? Thats before we get into “The Nine” and whole remote control mind thing. Oh, what a tangled web they weave when spinning at ninety degrees… At ease! Anyway, during one of his teams journeys out of the body they met a discarnate intelligence that said:

“Once upon a when there was a force that clicked there is a subtle, refined elixir that comes in dribs and drabs, now and then. Being quite ingenious it decided to cook up a little something, a garden, if you will, into which it placed all of the elements needed to generate its favorite drink. It was a mess. The blend was weak and, worse still, they consumed more than they’d give. Not be deterred he remixed the sketch. Twas a slight improvement but nothing spesh. And then, something happened. See, resources were getting thin and thus the strong looked at the weak as something to eat and sustain them so conflict did kick and not only did the rivers run red with vital fluids but the heavens took on a blue tint as the oppositionally equaled loosh did ascend. Oh, it was magnificent“.

Now, remember I said he was a Fed in fancy dress so make sure you take a good hit of that there salt lick to digest the sketch as it does look mighty accurate yes? This takes us back to the Gnostic myth in which it was said this realm was built by an incompetent for ends that are quite devilish but I don’t believe that tells the real deal. What if the Game, once upon a when, was perfect then it devolves, in increments, so things can get broken down into their components before being rearranged again as man ascends on silicon wings from the daze of ignorance? In between all of this we get the hint that the is a primal energy that powers the flesh and that, my friend, is your consciousness. Mormons, with the ineffable grace of racism sanctioned by the divine principle, flat out said that being white is heavenly and dark skin is for demons which, once again, pretty accurately reflects the lives of those living, barely, for less than you spend on a beverage that is lined with enough endocrine toxins to make your balls shrink so pon the horns of a dilemma is man gored, daily. Isn’t it ironic that those with less actually get to eat better forms of sustenance as they’re locally sourced, fresh and not draped in look nice chemicals or flash frozen and flown half way round the planet? Thats the Game, that the Game…

Monroes sketch then said how the “containers” were made smaller and smaller with each increment in order to consume the least amount of resources in the architects mission for refinement and this dealt with the problem of overpopulation as the first rule of any business operation is profit. Side note, lets pretend the place from which this prima materia descends before being wrapped in flesh gets wind of what kicks and sends one of his very own in with a special mission of the flesh to help the rest ascend from this cosmic treadmill, where they step in ignorance of what truly is beyond the realm and its veil of ignorance. It wouldn’t take a genius level think to click the team who killed prophet and then made out like bandits telling the rest what they’ll get if they just meekly accept the madness they sell and to which they’re so well adjusted that to question seems ludicrous, yes? Anyway, as the arena is switched they come up with a stroke of insight which pits the “containers” among themselves by having ones that are pretty big and down to the bittiest you can think so that when the one above shows signs of weakness the rest swarm in and loads of glorious loosh is funneled to the architect of that realm.

Did you know that parasitism is the most popular lifestyle on this planet? Not Monroes realm (which could be an entirely fictional creation) but the one on which we live? I found that a fascinating blip as well as how much mind control fungus or bacteria plays a role in this. More as we progress. The architect of said realm gave each creature, great and small, a weakness and strength. It could be camouflage, poison or protective coating. This was pretty slick as it ensured there would be perpetual conflict as each used what it possessed to get ahead whilst sitting on the bus drinking a latte as they scrolled the web filled with pics of people faking what they don’t live for clicks and hits before diligently running the treadmill to get some bills to pay the same thing. “More bucks for the star!” said the silent subtext. But nobody listened… Whoops, crossed the streams. Egon said one shouldn’t do this. Even in death they won’t let him rest.

What are we seeing here? Abraxas? Mixoparthenos with a pentagram on her head or something else? You can’t deny the resonance, thats for certain. Remember, symbols don’t have definitions – they have ecosystems ergo there is one view for the plebs and another seen only by the adepts. What are you energizing? Try to imagine all life as you know it being an intricately complex illusion that designed with the singular intent of monetizing biological suffering from the molecular level onwards and then look around where we live and tell me if I should wrap my tinfoil turban a bit different as I think the current spin is pretty darn spiffing! Wait and see, it’ll be all the rage. The funny thing is this is simply a strong opinion, loosely held as I’m just pondering with no intent to offend as I take what fits, note what doesn’t remove the rest and focus on the obvious yet hidden to string a narrative then do it all again ergo its much like a living, breathing kaleidoscope of consciousness. What do you think? Does it make a tiny shred of sense or am I just ranting and raving like someone who’s outsane but, say, isn’t that the missing link between modern schizos and old school Shamans?

Its a thin line and fewer still can read whats betwixt, yes? Up your res.

If you hadn’t guessed, I’m pretty certain we’re inside a simulation but its the intent of whats at the helm thats got me pondering as the lies and deception are laid on, super thick, as anyone investigating the origin of anything finds immense amounts of obfuscation, myth making and huge logical fallacies that seem tailor made by the Pharisees. What do I mean by this? Simple, that term, apparently, springs from the word “separation” and what did we learn as the first step when it comes to divide and conquering? Compare and contrast that with Jesus who, when not cracking the whip, was dropping dope rhymes with intricate designs on higher topics of gnosis. Like reminding the plebs they are what they’re worshipping and thus the Kingdom is within as its all built on consciousness. “Know thy Self!” he might have said. I like Jeezy, true OG hacker of the Matrix hence why so many movies and films are based on him. Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. So, what does that have to do with money, loosh and the Matrix? Everything. Haven’t you guessed it yet? Sit and think, draw the links, cogitate upon a central thesis whilst naught but perspiration features within your grip for the lack of dividends certainly brings chagrin but try telling this to the little Chinese kids who gain free trampoline sessions instead of getting to end their lives of silenced desperation by splattering all over the pavement as they’ve had enough of building everything the West buys in, wholesale, that they get paid two hundred dollars a month to create… Thats if you’re one of the lucky ones. Whilst UPS still may be hiring that doesn’t mean aspiring starlets can shake a tail feather instead as simps make the tills ring with the whole OnlyFans thing. Yay, womens lib! What they don’t yell from the top of building is that only the top ten percent actually clock in a grand (per month) for getting butt naked and the rest and even that is about to end once the Weebs get their robo-Waifus to sex so best cash those tulip bulbs in while you can. Better yet, keep em pristine and find another niche because its all loosh, in the end…

So, remember I said there are loads on the planet that live, daily, for less than you spend on one simple drink? Spin back the immense PR campaign that was the Eighties of motion pics and see if you can draw the links of why said peeps may fly some jets into the symbols of opulence and then take two steps back and look to the stage left and note the man they pinned was a great friend of the President and he, just by pure “coincidence” happened to pick the numerical ref that was already seared into the collective consciousness as one of terror and threat before ripping back the curtain and pondering why the Coptic New Year begins on the same day and, some state, is the real birth of Jesus… Stranger and stranger, yes? And yet, the proof is in the very text that says “Don’t look to the heavens for signs and messages“…

Money, loosh and the Matrix. I may be stringing together things that have no coherent link beyond the confines of my inner realms but if I don’t share the text how can I request you reality test my perspect to see if it fits? Like Scarface said.

Till we meet again

Hobbies Are a Form of Spirituality

Do you have any hobbies? Most folks don’t these days as they spend most of their time staring at a screen. See, back when, everyone had something they enjoyed doing. It could range from stamp collection to watching birds or even discovering the abstract meanings and etymologies of words. Whatever it was, you did it with a passion because it lit a lamp within that made you feel timeless as it kicked. Some painted tiny models with details so intricate. Others had mastered the tricks of observing animals in their natural climate. This one was actually quite impressive as the dude could feed random squirrels in your garden and they came up to him like friends with a “Hey, what it is?” mindset. Did you know that crows remember faces so if you did them ill they’ll peck your bill but if you and them are cool they’ll look out for you? Isn’t that fascinating? This is why I’ve said that hobbies are a form of spirituality as they ignite the passion and strength of single pointed focus and dedication which you can then use to elevate your practice. Dig:

“I really wish I could meditate. My mind goes a million miles a second and I hate it” he said. I replied that meditation is a complete waste of effort and how we, as Warriors, Journey instead.

“What does that mean then? How do I do it?” he questioned.

“Its simple. You know how you’re super into the whole CB radio thing and are constantly tinkering and soldering?”. He nodded his head. “Thats the same state of single pointed focus you’ve been chasing in meditation. To Journey we simply get there, using any method, then make that shift from the external locus of focus and flip it to within your consciousness”. To say a literal straight line in Tetris did sink and obliterate the obstacle of his ignorance was an understatement as he verily did sprint out of my drop in to put this thought into practice as he did the Knowledge. He came back and said:

“Ah man, that is genius! Genius, it is! So, what I did was go home and get back to this old rig I’d been fixing and when I got to the point where I was totally zoning then I put down the tools, closed my eyes and leaned back instead whilst keeping that wavelength. That was so, so amazing. Its just like you said by using the outer to train within then turning round your senses and comprehending what comprehends. So awesome!”.

That was it. He was in and now had his own gnosis which lead to further explorations and conversations as he’d initially been drawn in when I said the body is a transceiver of consciousness and doesn’t create a thing beyond modulation. This was speaking his language and he was intrigued but, being independent, he went to library and got some tapes on meditation but found they didn’t do a thing beyond irritate him as he listened. This is why I’ve said that hobbies are, in many ways, the training wheels for spiritual liberation as it takes something familiar and flips it to another octave that can allow you to explore your own consciousness. A massage therapist used this to immense effect by getting out of her head and the techniques they’d impressed and, instead, becoming totally intuitive. I’ll let her tell it:

“At first it was quite difficult to let go and just trust the wisdom but then something so strange happened. I had a regular in and I told her that I wanted to try something else beyond the usual easing of tension and so I was doing my standard body test to see where needed what and when and I felt something within me direct my attention to a specific area, lumbar. I literally spent most of the entire session just working on this tiny little bit and when it came to an end she couldn’t get off the bed as she was totally blissed out and in an altered state of consciousness. I asked her what happened and she said that it felt like her entire body had become just the sacral region and then all of her awareness filled this and she felt like she was being swept along within these currents. She described it like a dream in which she was floating in a ship and there were all of these icebergs, dangerous, and she was navigating around them which is exactly what I was doing as there were concentric bands of tension I’d previously spotted but never given so much attention. What is crazy is she left feeling the best she’s ever been and tipped so ridiculously I had to give a tithe to charity”.

See, there is no way in heck she could ever have forced this but what had happened was she had tapped in to point of vortex that she corrected the subtle energetics of via intent and relaxed focus then the rest of clients tension simply had to melt as the low water mark had risen. Along with it came the ship of her consciousness hence why hobbies are a form of spirituality, my friend. This is why I’ve said you need to have a passion. Something you enjoy so much just for the sake of doing it. If you haven’t got one yet, find one. You’ll never really know till you give it a spin as there was a gent, rather basic, who discovered mad skills in the world of linguistics which totally surprised him as he barely ever read. I’d asked him to recollect, back when, something he enjoyed doing and he said, super quick, the wordsearch from the comics. He mentioned how he’d save it till the end after checking all of the rest and even that was of interest as he mostly clocked the pics for the story that they’d tell but he’d pore over the details of how and why it was inked like this. “The wordsearch repped a challenge”. He got back into this and picked up some modern versions and as he was doing this he discovered his embers of Inner Sense were starting to glow again as he found what they said and wondered:

“What does that mean then?”.

Next step was getting a dictionary so he had a quick ref. I advised him that each one he learns he should use thrice in a conversation that day to increase his neuroplastic ways ergo he’d find interesting ways to do just this and the results were often quite humorous. Anyway, what kicked was he discovered an immense passion for words, their meaning and communication and this built a bridge to other parts of his consciousness as he couldn’t help but wondering what caused him to quit. As usual he got into the zone with his wordsearching and, when it felt correct, he closed his eyes, reclined a bit and Journeyed into his consciousness with the request:

“Take me to the last time I enjoyed doing this” and found an entire sequence of events, previously repressed, which are none of your business. I simply shared this to show how the basic form is identical as you take something outside that narrows your field, wait until this state feels really real then shift the focus within. There are some obstacles, however, as many are so unused to this level of relaxation that they will, initially, fall asleep and start dreaming hence why I recommended a Guarana mixed with L Theanine for that relaxed awareness thing. Most do not need it but I mentioned it as it can help. Basically, we are learning to shift gears in consciousness and that is all true spirituality is. Some get there by repeating a sacred mantra for hours on end, others sit crossed legged whilst trying to think of nothing. Warriors do what makes them grin, hone the process then flip the script and map their inner realms. See, the most excellent thing about it is that because you were already doing something active it doesn’t disturb the tranquil as it was also present when you shift octaves. As the Witness is already engaged with one thing its easy to shift its locus and then direct with the same intent, wherever you wish. This is why I’ve said that meditation is a fail as most of the methods are taught wrong and make people feel bad about themselves as they can’t silence that voice in their head or sit still for a minute without stress. The Journey, on the flip, is so effortless and natural that everyone who gives its a spin attests it is effective. Better yet, many of them develop their own extension on this basic resonance as the massage therapist started seeing auric patterns that need attention whilst the radio guy developed a cool skill in which he could simply think of a frequency and tune the dial without looking. The searcher of words, last I checked, was learning another language and had been training himself, indirect, by doing tests in that script to get familiar with the symbols which he was then (using a translating dictionary) repeating three times hence but by now people were used to this oddness and simply requesting “So what does that mean then?“. Made for some interesting conversations so I hope this inspires something within to go and develop a hobby, my friend, as that is the simplest way to up to your res and start mapping your consciousness. At least, as far as I can tell.

Till we meet again

Who Rules the Sandbox?

Imagine someone went and built a huge online world with the sandbox effect fully repped. It, literally, provided the basis for anything but, get this, there was a God Mode in which whoever sat in the captains seat said what went for the rest, plugged in. This was done to keep it interesting as the developer thought they’d built a great base but one story could get stale and “Hey, let them get creative and we’ll see what they bring“. After this it was a hands off mindset as they governed its introduction to the world and it was enough of a thrill to trill about the immense detail in this realm and how different it was from the rest. The next team that kicked decided it would be most interesting to improve on this by changing various things. Playas could now set their own character options instead of presets and design clothes as well along with uploading voice samples which made their avatar sound just like them. A little while later they added in motion capture tech so they’d have your strut as well and, for the right amount of cash, you could dance, flourish and all kinds of blips. The Game was progressing, nicely, but it was still mainly a natural thing in which people spent a lot of time pottering around the garden and designing environments for others to come and lounge in as it was a really social thing. Someone hit upon a glitch that allowed him to use the skin option on the environment and thus the first sculpture was born. The previous management, impressed, promoted him and not long after they left so he now controlled the realm.

As he was a hackers hacker he studied the code, outside and in. The first thing he did was introduce weapons but not the type you load with clips to kill but based on pure awareness that needed a developed skill for wielding. Soon people were shooting each other out of the sky with beams of focused intent as well as playing games of “Tag, you’re it!”. Oh yeah, they can fly as well now. A whole subgenre dropped in and built up an immense fighting circuit in which people tested their skills, flexed on opponents and generally kicked seven shades of pixels out of the next for a thrill in this fake environment. After a while he felt he’d pushed it to its limits and another was selected. He bought a couple of friends with him and this triumvirate grounded everyone, much to their chagrin. “No more flying” went the notice as it was too complex to render the particle physics from the fallout and laser beams as well so something had to give as the users had increased ergo they consumed more bandwidth. The violence had became the bread and butter as a whole load of people came piling in and thus they built the new model around this where, locally, gravity could flip and dip but only if you were trained in the skills. This lead to a whole load of new cadets who wished to become adepts logging immense hours in to learn these occult tricks so they too could, temporarily, bend the laws of physics and emit Chi style energetics that left people dazed and amazed by their gifts.

This aspect of the Game came along with an immense refinement as people were cheering and placing bets but many missed the simple things and went back to the community aspects so they invented virtual clubs and hangouts as well that went over real well as people could strut their funky stuff and link with a grin and wink. One of the team decided to start building housing around this and people complained the fix was in as only the management could do this and the rest had to either pay rent or splash big to afford a pitch. The high rollers didn’t care as they dove in and soon there was another economy thriving in which you too could hang out with friends in a nice apartment and see how the rich lived. An aspiring young hacker found a way to finagle this so he could rent a pitch for a night and live there, gratis, for as long as he wished. The admins admired the cut of his jib and it kept people talking so they didn’t do anything as they weren’t losing anything and the press was lapping it. Eventually a mob effect kicked in and some of the fighting adepts took matters into their own hands and it was around then that a lone gunman stomped into the mix and made his presence felt as a force to be reckoned with.

Literally.

The first shot wasn’t even a warning. People didn’t know what hit them. He declared himself the king of the pavement and demanded everyone pay for access. Users, once again, lamented but let it ride as it was super interesting to see what was happening. Soon they acquiesced as the health care was private and they found him the lesser of two evils as each time he hit he’d tear what they wear to shreds as well. Soon he bought up everything and had people working for him. Including the apartment hacker. Together the two were unstoppable and, seemingly, online Twenty Four/Seven. What he’d actually done was run a local code algorithm that was trained on observation of how he usually reacted and thus it was nigh on impossible for people to tell what kicked. The real life press were having a field day and users were baffled at this man and his skills to, seemingly, be everywhere at once. The old team let him in as they walked away and thus he sits, alone, at the helm. The first thing he did was fill the realm with NPCs programmed with various subroutines so no one could really tell who was his and the real ones, beyond the web. Actually, initially, they were not aware of this and thought the immense surge in traffic was totally organic and natural. It only came out that these fakes were portals pushed in to present a script to what was, previously, free reign as it was mass social engineering aka the ultimate power trip for one who came from nothing to be the man who would be king. Thing is, that head is heavy and not just due to the influx of digital narcotics and performance enhancements that are, allegedly, under the counter and presented as illicit when, in the end, he coded and profits from them via his proxies who supply all the rest. What gave it away was when a whole load of people arranged a “spontaneous” rave in which these dopescripts were passed from one to the next and changed the visuals whilst creating aural thrills. Before they knew it a riot kicked and the place was torn to shreds. Someone watching back the feed noticed the inception points were way too regularly spread to be organic then traced back the trips and found the same “playas” reciting a script in ways that were totally regimented and thus completely inauthentic.

When it became news, in the flesh, some were mortified and others couldn’t care less as they pointed at how much the Game had evolved since they initially started playing. Many just laughed and called it entertainment as they strolled around with beefed up characters with artificially buffed stats that made them feel real good. Soon this became standard as everyone was doing it and thus he needed to up the ante. This is where he hit up on a idea that was pure genius as the Game went multisensory. It was already in VR due to a previous advance but he sent out millions and millions of free touch stimuli devices to totally random users (or so it seemed) and this had people intrigued to shell out for their own kit. Now the dopescripts were something else as were the people who were modifying the codes he’d released as open source after creating something more potent for his own connects. Users were praising the best controller there had ever been and many agreed without clicking who owned the NPCs that initially started the chants of thanks but now using a tighter algorithm thanks to bits of data that were patched into everyones VR set where they may or may not emote something which they never said but would appear invisible on their end. Not only this but he was siphoning their energetics by running the equivalent of a audio compression algorithm that was based on WAVE to MPThree tech in which their awareness was fed looped back labels in lieu of present moment sensations and none could spot the grift as they were too busy being consumed by their consumption to click the thinker who did the thinking was them but in a higher octave…

What comes next in the Game? Who can tell? Thats the thing about it as the Prime creator operates on a “What the people expect, they get” type mindset as he believes they select what they accept as no one is forcing them to do it. Silence is consent, my friend, and you vote with your attention. I just found it an interesting tangent of simulation theory because we’re getting to the time when the split between real and pixel is going to seem real thin and blurrier still once we get augmented so you can’t help but wonder as its always sex, drugs and violence that sells everything. Say, what if the whole point of the Game of Souls was actually this intent in the sense that the denizens of the really real world built a replication in which all of this mess kicks as it keeps the other pristine? Wouldn’t that be something? How would you know? It would be akin to becoming awake in the dream but how many Souls can truly claim lucid living, at present, let alone whilst drifting? In many ways the meta is apt as there are many sandboxes so its worth asking who rules which one and how they’re playing the Game within it as you can apply this across the board to anything as far I can tell so have fun playing with this concept which brings a fresh perspect to all of this as it may just be the Club Hell has two levels and you currently dwell in the lowest resonance as you walk around this floating insane asylum which was designed to hem in the ones who couldn’t maintain their resonance…

Till we meet again

Spiritual Development Will Kill Your False Relationships

Spiritual development will kill your false relationships, dead. There is a very slim chance that those you are around or with you off rip will still be present once you start to ascend and there is a great reason for this:

Involution.

Imagine if you will you are out for a stroll with your friends. You are laughing and talking, taking in the sights whilst locomoting as per your intent. Now lets pretend that you gain a localized antigravity field so each step brings increased lift. As you can probably guess that means the conversational tones shift as you keep popping out and in of their wavelength. If everyone did so that would be cool but its just you ergo they think you’re the problem. This is a pretty accurate sketch of what happens when you up your res and they’ll hate you for it because A) you changing reminds them they’ve stayed the same and B) misery is all about the company it takes to maintain plus C) we are creatures of habit that feel an intense sense of dread when variables we used to expect no long perform as we wish. This is how weak the make up of most people truly is ergo if you start developing a spring in your step prepare to hear such things:

“You’ve changed, you ain’t the same. That guy is a bad influence. I think what he says is stupid. Why do you listen? Come out for a drink, forget all that nonsense” and so on goes the rhetoric. Anything to drag you in to the reality tunnel they expect so they can continue to walk a route in a life, totally predictable. It is very, very rare in which two people, pre-linked, will develop the same inkling, resonance and pace that decides to up their res. Far more common is the split, “Things aren’t working” conversation and then a new connection built with someone else on an upswing as your Soul finds its own alignment and presence. Even this can not happen hence why yogis tended to fly to the hills and live in isolation where quiet contemplation is the thing. A word on fakers:

There are a lot of folk out there who simply wear the outer garb and threads, say what folks expect and pretend to be spiritual. For them nothing changes. Life continues as it is as its just another mask which is a part of the grift they’re selling themselves as a slick coping mech. In many ways the wrecked relationships are the true Litmus test as there will be, at least, one strong disconnect that, back when, you could never imagine. With some it can be their parents who are rendered dead whilst in the flesh as its far more merciful than banging your head against their ignorance. Others it can be their partner but most common is old friends as the main reason you linked, back when, was similar appetites for destruction and this is the exact opposite of what causes the golden spiral to spin but this is also due, in part, to them bringing the depths into such clear relief that the shift seems to happen all by itself. This is another thing worth speaking on:

At the start it feels like the universe is conspiring and littered with hints, syncs and all types of wonderful things for your budding awareness to click. The truth of the matter later becomes Self evident and that is they were always there, just you were ignorant. A new high becomes the current state and then that thrill fades ergo we chase but without taking a step for the closer one comes to Self the less the rest of the stuff matters which is mad ironic as it links, well, with the whole Spirit thing ergo its all a win. Consider it akin to how a caterpillar may term its inevitable shift as the end but what springs from the cocoon, protective, is something quite different. In many ways we all must take this trek but, for me, its been one of enforced enlightenment where the pace simply does not relent and thus one begins to not only question the narrative but everything else as well because if you haven’t lived it then it makes no sense hence the meta I said, back when, of riding an occulted roller coaster around this funfair of the flesh…

Emotional needs that are not met in childhood become the basis for Adulterated desperation and, for many, this is the glue that binds a lot of their connections. Granted, its as invisible as water to a fish and the aim of true spiritual development is to generate unconditional acceptance of Self and once you start poking and prodding in the shadows depth you’ll find it tends to make others uncomfortable. Even if you don’t say a thing, their mirror neurons and EM wave field detects it. This is the silent motivator (as well as the ever present predator of consciousness) that will attempt to corral you back into the same place they expect you to rest from now till the end and, as I said, this is the unspoken basis of many relationships as we usually gravitate to those who make us feel similar to our initial imprints. Be they good or bad. Either way, eventually, the Soul clicks that its a one to twelve retread and spots the repeated conversations, easy habits and the rest and wants to shift into something new and fresh. The rest will not evolve at the same pace and many will reject the catalyst in their mid but, on the flip, random strangers you start to speak will be super intrigued as they have no template upon which to base your energetics so it all works out in the end but it does take a certain amount of strength. In many ways this seems to be programmed in as some type of testing mechanism to see if you’re really bout it, bout it or just faking the funk like a spiritual dilettante. Once the Game knows you’re for real then the fun really begins and this can be quite harrowing if you’ve got some junk in the trunk or, like some of us, multigenerational trauma inheritance as a virtual swarm of demons will descend upon your consciousness and start to feeding. This is where you sift the schizos from the Shamans as the latter click everything exists within their consciousness and follows where these beacons lead to feel what speaks and integrate its resonance hence why I said that once you see from the eyes of the Self you are immune to all deception. In an ironic twist lunatics are the only humans that don’t fall for optical illusions and that would be amusing if it weren’t for mass institutions pushing their own type of ignorance as wisdom whilst causing endless amounts of suffering via pills and grifts that don’t do a thing beyond making tills ring and generating an immense list of side effects.

Once again, you’ll notice this malady will destroy your relationships as, one way or the other, you develop a deeper connection to Self. The Game seems to be strangely amoral in the sense that it gives not an F if you’re “good” or “bad” as its running a process in which you either sink or swim. Adapt and overcome is the song one sings but it is of interest to note that pretty much everything else from external things is set in opposition to this. Least of all, your family and friends. One could opine the fix is in, in that respect, but then this also remains constant from everything to cascade systems of blood clotting up to the balance of the elements. What do you expect, my friend? We’re in a simulation with fine tuned tolerance limits in which there is a vast difference between what is expected and that of which you’re capable. My own spiritual development feels akin to enforced enlightenment so I know where I tread and created the Path by walking as I intuit the alternatives and thus push the pen to lay this sketch with the intent to assist the rest as it only feels like hell to the (false) self. The true you, eternal, within dwells in a state of Inner Sense and thus one must come face to faceless with the events that suppressed it and these can often feel like fragmentation or stress as the world takes on a strangely personal tint in the sense that one yells “They’re all in on it!”. Which they are in but only in the sense that you’re projecting a wavelength that is distorting their awareness as they play out roles and events from the depths of your subconscious.

This can also extend back beyond generations and here things get super strange as there really is no way of telling whose memories are these without some active discernment. But there are hints and, for many, things tend not to get this difficult. But it can happen. This aspect, alone, could fill volumes that may seem, to some, like total gibberish and to others explain, perfect, why they feel an odd compulsion to rotate their dish to a certain angle before eating it. There was a great case in which there was a kid who was a prize student that was a strapping athlete as well. Things were going swell till he went off to college and then, for no reason, he developed an intense fear of drowning. Problem was his whole thing rested on being the head of the swimming team and lapping the competition. Awkward. Luckily for him he found someone who Knows the Ledge and didn’t rush to fill him full of pills and asked, instead:

“Don’t resist what presents. Simply feel and accept“.

Which he did and had an immense abreaction in which he felt like his life was coming to an end as the lights dimmed. He sat, flailing, choking on the air itself until he gurgled:

“I’m drowning. Help” and then stopped breathing. Once the events had clicked the anamensis kicked in and he started to recollect the events, surrounding and death of a relative whose last impressions of this realm involved the frozen lake he was crossing opening up beneath him. No one heard his yells. There wasn’t a Soul to assist. Now, the implications of all of this are quite fascinating as it suggests that we are not only beings of resonance as well as the true nature of Spirit attachment but a great many other things I’ll leave to you to comprehend. There was a science experiment done in which they trained mice to run a maze and then bred them again. To their surprise these new kids on the block aced the test compared to control specimens, like they knew what was coming, yes? To keep things interesting they added in some bright lights and tazing to introduce a traumatic imprint. When this gen reproduced and the babies were placed in they, at random, had illumination descend and the mice froze, petrified of what was happening. The kicker? There was no electric shock. Simply the partial cue of what was wired in, back when, was enough to cause this type of reaction. Interesting, yes? Extrapolate from this how we, each and every one living in this realm, are the descendants of people who lived and died through all types of events and shifts then sprinkle in the hits that modern civilization brings with its non strop trauma programming which clicks as the best control mech one can get…

Spiritual development will kill your false relationships with everything that isn’t genuine coming to an end and, instead, brings the really realness roaring in. You either get bit by the tiger or ride it. Simple as said but quite difficult to implement as there is no A + B = C equation as the letters in reference may not even spring from your incarnation or could be backwards, fractal echoes of something lost in translation as well as baggage from old lives and a billion other things that were etched in your celestial script hence the highway is filled with broken heroes on a last chance power drive to salvation but so few truly comprehend that there is no “out there” without first being a within and once this clicks the rest cannot help but resent as you, in some sense, are shattering their illusion and delusions plus investment therein. Nobody can admit this. Least of all to their (false) self. In many ways that is the true problem because back in the days of cavemen such thing didn’t exist as its quite a modern invention as per the Game and its induced states. The upside is there is no unawakening once it clicks hence the stage is designed like this on purpose in order to ensure those who wish to transcend get dealt the hand they can play to win as they learn, instead, to traverse the Vertical Axis which is totally different to the regular orientation of the psychosocial treadmill with its “Work, buy, consume, die” programming. This is where the schizo lifts into a realm of higher consciousness but carries with him the baggage, unchecked, of previous events, resonance and inheritance as mentioned. The demons of the mind kick in and start to beasting as they’re feasting and he, in ignorance, thinks they’re out to get when, in reality, its nothing personal as all forms of vibration in this realm simply cannot ascend to sully up the next.

Imagine there was a club in which you the people were super chill, really attractive and the music was excellent. Better still there were no limits and, oh yes, the food and drinks were free as well. Now lets pretend a bunch of ruffians get in and start acting like this slice of heaven is an invitation to get ignorant and thus they make it a living hell for the rest of patrons until they’re ejected from the premises and find themselves getting a swift kicking from the door staff who send them packing into the Third Dimension. Here they find a dive with watered down drinks, women of questionable morals and wall to wall conflict. In many ways they’d feel right at home, yes? Now, lets pretend that one of the original clique that got sent actually didn’t do anything incorrect in the original establishment. He drank to his limit, was aware of his surroundings and how much thought had gone in and whilst his friends were acting mad ignorant he was totally vibing and super chill. The CEO of the old pitch looks at the guest list and says:

“Send him an invitation. I like the cut of his jib so bring him in”.

The dude notices that his surroundings seem to melt and flip and the woman with the misspelled tattoos to whom he was talking next to the broken machine that used to vend condoms did shift and flicker into a higher resonance that was altogether quite different. At first he thinks something is amiss and how someone must have spiked his drink until the woman says:

“Remember who you aren’t. When you do, I’ll be waiting“.

Then he is back to the dinge, din and deleterious environment that, all of a sudden, feels closer to a living Hell than the Heaven they try to sell. He excuses himself as his friends clamor and try to draw him in as, luckily, they’d just been given a free round of drinks so the sparklers are sparkling and its all eyes on them as the Selecta gives them a yell. The chap in question doesn’t relent. “Something strange has just happened that made the real feel counterfeit as what I glimpsed was something else that I’d been made to forget by…. What, exactly?” he thinks. His friends all lament and yell that he’s messing the vibe up for them as they’re celebrating their wins but he sees only losses instead. The distance, in a few steps, grows so immense its like he’s treading on psychospiritual springs until he comes upon a scene in which the team on the door are about to kick a drunks head in. “Don’t worry, he’s with me” he says, to the strangers in front of him as he ushers this derelict from the building and hails a cab for him. The night is dark, the air has a chill. He doesn’t quite know what is happening but its not at all what he thinks. He walks back into the building and starts to head up the steps. He looks to the right and then the left as he notices the true sketch. There, standing in front of him, is the woman of resonance who says:

“I see you remember who you are, yes? Welcome back to the upper deck. I told you I’d be waiting” with a grin.

That is, as far as I can tell, a pretty accurate sketch as those in the basement think there is nothing above them as they’re isolated on purpose due to their low life resonance ergo Earth is best described as a floating insane asylum. Waking up to this fact can be as perilous as mice in a maze as the operators of said Slaves will then hit you with the taze and or light beam effect which, in an oddly curious sync, is what happened to one Philip K Dick and this man sketched the future we’re about to live which is quite interesting, yes? They say the Empire never ended, it simply donned instead a fancy dress and rearranged its elements and now is termed Club Hell. The price of admission? Six, Six, Six. As in the number of protons, neutrons and electrons in the meat suit you’re wearing. See, when we were naked and unashamed in the original garden the vibe was different but the thing with what happens in Vagus is that it stays within the nerves as well and that, my friend, is why spiritual development will kill your false relationships as we are no longer attractive bundles of dysfunction held at their lowest resonance but try and tell that to the rest and you may as well sing to the deaf because not only is the fix is but the incumbent management have vested interests in ensuring said Souls don’t ascend hence why you see them mass produce and sell false images like the Hells Angel herself…

Know the Ledge.

Till we meet again

The Demons You Were Born With

Today we’re going to get onto the topic of topics:

The demons you were born with.

Ready? You’re about to up res. Oh yes you will. See, by now you should be aware that the brain doesn’t create consciousness and this realm is a counterfeit in which people will, soon enough, be sexing robots but thats by the by. The demons of the mind are, generally, only seen by madmen, poets and mystics. For the rest, they’re as invisible as water to a fish hence the “I don’t know what came over me” mindset. Theres the proof, my friend. Its a crooked deal to wear flesh as it makes one forget they’re actually a god that may be in but certainly isn’t of this realm. Thats how the demons do best. Let me introduce you to a model that will help you sketch your consciousness and prevent the next step in this chain of ignorance:

There is a light, shining. It is pure in its brilliance. You take it in and project it. Suddenly, something shifts. Without your realization a tint was placed within just beneath the level of your awareness. You can call this the Spirit of Depression, the Spirit of Rage, the Spirit of Hopelessness. Whatever you pick, it exists. This is what runs the programming language in your head and we, each and every one, are preordained to pick a few as the ones we know best. For me it was anger. No one did it like I did it when it came to letting that rage vent as I’d empty the clip then grin and dare you to do something. Looking back on my life, heritage and past spins it makes a lot of sense so if you’re Mr Mild & Meek on this spin well, guess what, next one you’ll step in Hulk raging. “He was always such a difficult baby, always complaining and moaning“. Starting to get the pic? Its like how every single parent can tell their childs temperament from the moment they step in and they, in turn, gravitate and chill with those of the same wavelength and detest whoever shines different. We’re all illuminated but only the ones who step into the dark comprehend the tint, ya dig? The aim of life on this stage, as far as I can tell, is gaining this gnosis and living it. To death and beyond, my friend. Check it:

Imagine there is a place that is filled with everyone wearing white threads. The designs and materials plus style may be different but there is only one hue that kicks. You leave and go and play in the dirt for a bit and revel in your ignorance. What do you think it will take to get back in? Thats correct, you’ll need to wash off that ignorance. The place of the filth is this dimension. There are those who are plugged in, like Agents of the Matrix, and they can’t (and don’t want to) leave this bish. Misery and company are like ebony and ivory which means keys unlock doors but only the mind, aligned, can spin the chambers. Now, there are plenty of people who fake the funk as phony spiritual adepts who think their yoga twist bliss doesn’t count when they’re road raging at someone for cutting ahead. At that point they are possessed. The tint kicks and these demons (or Archons, to be more specific) need to be fed and this whole world is their plaything. Obviously, they don’t want you to know this any more than the voice in your head desires you click you’re the quiet thing dressed in pristine white threads that listens and makes it happen. See how there are levels to this which may seem complex and intricate but are so simple that a child could grasp them and apply the Knowledge? Imagine we were taught Self mastery in school instead of “Sit still, look ahead” and all the rest of the mess.

Now, these demons you were born with often run in cliques hence why you here “She get it from her mama”, “Thats just how his father was as well” and the rest of the lineage. The interesting blip is when you get an angel who manifests into a tribe filled with wall to wall demons. Then its sink or swim but even that presents its lessons as you’re perfectly equipped to play the hand dealt to win. The key is being neutral hence its the fastest speed because its constant in this realm of filth and the land of pristine wisdom as well as the one in the mid when the Archons live whipping the Loosh off the natives. Stop and think how parasitism is the most popular form of life on the planet and then consider how the gut microbe controls everything then look at how everything feeds on the next ergo we eat death to live and tell me if this sounds like a perfect creation made by one who is what he says he is as the all of everything. See what I mean about that logic which cuts through the BS? Know the Ledge, my friend, and Know it well for that capital kick says you’ve gained gnosis of Self and aren’t just repeating what another said for this is my truth, that I built, from releasing the bundles of ignorance I inherited as I stopped to think:

“Why do I do this? To what end? Why do I keep having the same arguments and problems then if I move I simply find other folks to slot in so I keep feeling the same thing?”.

Such were the sparks of wisdom that said:

“Dunderhead, thats because you’re projecting this realm and everything doth dwell inside your imagination”. Cue the look of surprise as this observation came in Psylense during an altered state of consciousness and thus was from beyond the grip of these demons of the mind. Not long after this I was set up and left for dead by those I’d call friends ergo there are dangers to deprogramming. Note that I’m not saying its inevitable but you must have some skin in this Game ergo there are no shortcuts, only circumcisions, my friend. Unwind the cipher of what I said and a lot of things become Self evident as, once again, why would a creator, a Prime who pre-exists, feel the need to remix with a firmware update for what kicks? Extrapolate from this the coming Techno Sapiens wave as well as Jesus’s whole thing about principalities and it seems the folks have been at the helm for more than a little bit. Can you imagine how many Souls have lived and died in total ignorance of this? Here is where it gets interesting:

You rack up some debts from the time you placed bad bets due to playing an ignorant Game of Simon Says in which these demons pull the ultimate confidence trick and saddle you with the bills of their ignorance after you sign on the X. Here comes reincarnation in which your mind, electric, is wiped but the magnetic current remains. This, on the flip, is what “Soul mates” truly means and its I find it interesting that only one will ever recognize the other, off rip, as its very, very rare that the feeling is mutual. This is, in and of itself, an immense topic as emotional resonance, things left unsaid or the intent for a do over and the rest does keep you pinned to the wheel of time for the demons have many tricks but, in the end, they all boil down to one thing:

Ignorance.

This is why no one can be told what the Matrix is. You’ve got to feel it for your Self and with this sketch I’ve penned you’ve got an outline you should thoroughly reject and attempt to prove incorrect. That is doing the Knowledge, my friend. Not trading one Game of Simon Says for another in fancy dress. Thats stupid. Now, these demons, unchecked, leap from one gen to the next hence the Brandon and Bruce Lee effect but, then again, there was way more to all of this which we’ll have to speak on, at depth, for the problem with everyday miracles is they’re rendered invisible. I mean, what the heck are the odds that senior, before death, would shoot a flick in which a star, rising, was murdered on a movie set and then his seed grows to eat the poisoned fruit of this wicked web? That doesn’t make any of you stop and think? Like how they said they threw Osama in the ocean out of respect for his religion but they let Qaddafi get whipped like a pinata by the natives who now rue and regret falling for the trick as life under him was pretty spiffing as they had much higher standards of living and lower costs as well. These are the same demonic tints but with larger, social, effects as opposed to the personal hence why “govern ment” is telling you the biz they’re in as its all mind control in the end. Now, the demons you were born with are nigh on invisible but there is a really quick and foolproof way of shaking them when you feel them present and tinting your consciousness:

Note, stop, breathe, change.

What I mean by this is, anything you can see you don’t have to be ergo negative thoughts are there to challenge, my friend. Next, you generate that space aka hear the Psylense by bringing your mind to your chest and questioning “Are these my feelings?“. Ignore the chatterbox effect in your head that will yell “Of course they are you idiot now let em have it, Chris!” as it wants you to empty the clip on the opp that presents without ever stopping to think. Next you shift your breathing, any way that you wish. Alternate nostrils does it well as it brings the brain into balance and thus liberates your Christ consciousness from the between the two thieves in your head. Then change your posture. This one is the kicker as you’ll start to map these graspers and how they grip for anger may make your chin lift, lip curl and neck tilt with a band of tension around the thoracic bit whereas depression causes your shoulders to fold in on themselves as you try and protect your chest whilst taking next to no breath. Write them down, draw a map then consider writing a timeline as well because when you’re possessed by, say, the Spirit of Violence your subconscious rolodex is in a state of resonance so you can start tracing back this resonance by asking “When else did I feel like this?”. Note it on the timeline, keep it moving, we’re aiming to get as far back as we can and of one thing I’m certain is if you invest in this you’ll start mapping previous incarnations, time in the cradle, your entire ancestral lineage and so many other forms of influence. Why? Because gods in fancy dress wearing skins from one life to the next may come and step but the demons of the mind are constant as they are nothing more or less than the planets, overhead. This is why every single language – who can’t agree on a single thing – all base their “weak daze” on the names that were given to these luminaries. Some call them fallen angels, others state they’re an essential part of this because without their stabilizing presence man would dive in at the deep end with no hope of ascent or salvation.

Both of these views are correct and false as well. Thats the equation one needs to balance but this you’ll have to find for Self as second hand gnosis is as much use as a man on an island of lesbians, my friend. This place, and its links to the divine feminine, can be quite interesting for one who wishes to dive in as it was the home to poetry, healing and advanced metaphysics which went the way of the witch when patriarchy did its thing. But, thats another topic. You could say they were possessed by the Spirit of the Feminine and we, on the flip, are in the grips of the masculine. See what I mean about these forces, archetypal, being essential? Let me ask you question:

Thirteen or Seven?

Which one reps luck and the flip? Why did you pick what you said? What was your reason for selecting? Repetition, I’d bet. Have you ever stopped to reality test, Know the Ledge or even research the opposite? If you did you’d click that the twelve reps the months and constellations as well but he who steps in Christ consciousness by raising his awareness is the thirteenth point that sits in the mid and, in effect, the rest do around spin and thus in but not of is the song they sing. On the flip seven is linked to past spins which means the old debts or demons you inherited with their false steps that make your current life like this so next time you’re raging, lusting or stress just stop and think:

“Is this me? Are they my feelings?” and feelsee the Psylense instead. The astute will have clicked that this is exactly what makes all schizos flip their lid as they peer behind the curtain and things are never the same again but the Shaman used to step into the darkness to do battle with these forces and subjugate them for the optimal resonance of his Self and his people which is what we are in this realm, at present, for all are fragmented and broken due to two words that did you in, back when. Like I said, this really is the key to unlocking your true potential and seeing the Game for what it is and, as far as I can tell, is the most important task and challenge in this realm as the rest dare not address the 8 billion Soul question you just did and do you know what the best thing is, my friend?

You can’t unawaken.

Not in this life or the next because you’ve started to build what death cannot destroy which means, off rip, you’re a threat to the System but, in the same instance, you’re activating your powers to transcend, up your res and make smarter decisions as well because this may just be the secret point of conflict which, once again, suggests everything is in balance so what is the song of your Soul singing, my friend?

Till we meet again

A List of Lies in Life

A list of lies in life
could certainly save
the race some strife.

You should write em
your Self
as there is only ever
one Soul in the realm.

Here is my starter
for ten:

Language.

They don’t call em
spells and rites
for nothing!
Its literally cursive
with a past, present
and future
thats tense.

Doesn’t that make
a load of sense,
my friend?

I guess the link
with the stiff upper lip
and things
is why a small nation
sans melanin
unleashed such wickedness
upon this realm.

And yet
they’re at the helm.
Make of that what you will.

Next I’d say religion
but what I mean is blind faith
especially in those who lead
and offer up an empty plate.

Choose gnosis instead
and then comprehend
the Kingdom is within
hence why I said
you are Jesus, my friend
and
on the reg
he is crucified between
the two thieves in your head.

Money is a huge fib
as is the entire concept of freedom
that one can purchase.
Did you know they
literally
print it out of nothing
then sell it at interest
which means you, the pleb
are spending naught but debt
and pay for every step.

Death is, by far
the ultimate deception.
The fact that matter
cannot be destroyed
only flipped
is an immense hint
that you’re nothing more
or less
than pure consciousness, my friend.
That, in an ironic twist,
is the god most worship in temples
and such things
whilst desecrating their own Holy Spirit
and yelling
“Death to the infidels!“.
Ironic, yes?

Actually, I can top this:

The biggest trick
to top the list
is the voice in your head
that most Thunk is them
as they accept what it says
and carry out its edicts
without a second guess
or glimpse
behind the curtain.
If you click this
then one of two
things happen.

Either you find eternal bliss
and liberation in the flesh
or you’re filled full of pills
and rushed to the hills
of your local mental asylum which
only proves your hypothesis
that there is something
really, really wrong
with this realm
hence why they sift
so the rest don’t click
the grift
and keep running the treadmill
from life to death
and back
again.

Ah, its beautiful isn’t it?

You have to admire
such an elegant trick
and the countless Souls
that fall for it
as well as the ones
of negative spin
that pitch in to help
suppress the rest
in exchange for empty promises
and all types of death threats.

A boiler room
if you will
in hells kitchen, itself.

“Now youse can’t leave“
he said.

Anyway, that is my list
feel free to push the pen
and see what you get
but
I’m quite certain
that if you reality test
what I said
with a view to prove
me incorrect
you’ll really up your res
because when you see
your Self with the eyes
of truth
you are immune
from all deception,
everywhen.

I believe they call that
a spiritual awakening
which can only mean
one thing:

The “weak daze” spell
is doing exactly what
it said on the tin!

81%
sleepwalking.

11 who tuck them in
and that leaves 8%
who comprehend
the shadows depth
and thus Know the Ledge
to push the pen
like this
and extended beacons
of illumination
into the collective
unconsciousness
of which the web is simply
a digitized facet which
is a whole nother topic
and thread.

And, yes
your phone is spying.

The Game of Souls has you,
my friend.

Till we meet again

The Animal in Man

The animal in man is Self evident once you Know the Ledge. Why? Because the traits will be so clear that they may as well be written in the sky as underneath all the suspense, pretense and decadence we too are animals. Shocking, I know. So many folks refuse to believe this, give it a circumspective level of attention or concern themselves with other things. Well, newsflash people:

Its part of the human condition. Kind of says it right there in the title. Thing is this is only a tiny element of the whole equation but its the strongest in wavelength and thus one that is able of flipping the tables of whatever the rest wish to do the nature of propinquity. Is seeing believing or is feeling the real thing? Now more than ever that question has an answer that is readily apparent. And yet, this is also the problem because people are number than they’ve ever been. What a diabolical machine reality is. At least the version of OS downloaded into their heads that the masses have accepted. Imagine how you’d feel when you realize the cosmic wheeze was not only make you believe you were a human – and thus generated by this – but then they just kept on layering the whoppers to see who’d click when it got absolutely ridiculous. Don’t worry if you don’t get it. You’ll be cracking up when it hits. Sure, you’ll probably be dead by then and there is quite a chunk of investment between here and there you’ve got to jet but I’m quite certain you’ll land that camel of earthbound OS through the needle as you head for the exit. Or maybe, you won’t.

Those who swim in the corporate sphere are obviously the sharks of the ocean. Actually, scratch that, those who rule the terrordome when it comes to activities criminal are the top of the heap. The apex predators among human beings and their economies of scale aren’t in the papes they print but the Souls they marshal under their banner of influence. Thats a whole new ballgame. One on a level that most can’t even comprehend because they’ve been in it so long the red hands have became priestly collars and they now present as scholars and arbitrators of the law. With an Uzi in the desk draw and ex-Special Forces on speed dial. Quite a few notches beneath this are the ones most think have the leverage as they see their faces splashed over the press that is told what to print, with which slant and angle as its deployment as a weapon of mass influence. These paper tigers roar and fetch on command but all know they’re beholden to a far greater influence that they are willing to do almost anything to get on with. Even though they know that one day the Godfather will ask for a request and no will not be an option.

So, as we can see already the levels of deception start at the very head of the pyramid and just get more dense from then. This is, coincidentally, in perfect resonance with the exact same process that turns Inner Sense to Adulterated. Who would’ve Thunk it? Certainly not anyone who had been brutalized by the vagaries of the concentration camp wing that impinged not only their awareness but neurokinetics and subconscious as well. What do I mean by this? Simple, why do you think a group of fish is called a school? Its because they’re swimming together in a coordinated direction. A tone which the sharks set in order to create enough worker bees to do their duties for the queen. Now you know why they’re linked with heraldry because they start identical but what one consumes makes the difference as they extend an influence across the rest who do exactly as instructed from end to end in order to bring the gold in to banks, liquid and molten. You, on the other hand, think of it as inevitable hence death and taxes. The world they pulled over your eyes is so well woven most don’t even notice the roles they’re cast in hence we are all but actors but some choose to become playas in the Game. Thats when it all changes. 8% interpret human as the light of consciousness that manifests at this moment as what seems to come from within the flesh and thus is all and everything whilst actually being “no-thing” hence unfinite, prime, pre-existing of which we are but a reflection. Can you hear the Psylense?

A child enters the System with a glow that is ineffable as it is obvious. On the other hand that was once a living process has now been processed and most will never tell the difference as they’ll choose a life unexamined that is akin to a state of hypnosis. “Doesn’t matter if everyones doing it, does it?‘”. So goes the way of the Thunking of the collective which is so easily influenced because monkey see, monkey oo and if you keep a few of them on the payroll to lead and influence as part of the bread and circuses they’ll do as instructed in methods of emulation because the idle clutch at idols who live the life they wish they could from their island, field or cubicle. Much like battery and free range hens in that respect because they’re all getting plucked in the end. Thing is even on this level there are the foxes that are in it for the thrill of the kill and refuse to be penned in as they operate outside the laws of the farm and thus are seen as a menace but that creates a whole new lane for those just like them but with a badge that makes it official. Can you guess who granted this and what the true intent of this standing army is?

The loyalty of a dog is second to none. As long as its fed regular, given some attention and kept in action without time to think for itself its willing to die and kill in exchange for what it believes in. And what is that, exactly? Why the same internal OS that is shared with the rest of those developed and nurtured in this media soaked world of influence that plays mind games with their head and trains them since the moment they step in:

Then you have the vultures, that pick from the flesh. Just like their equivalents that ride the bench wearing black robes as part of their justice this entire lane is a scam because crimes with fines are just for poor people and the rich can buy their way out of anything if they wanted. Best of all those who are linked in with the three wise men won’t even come close to the grip of the forces they’re commanding should they get a gust of wind under their wings and swing too close to the suns surface. It doesn’t matter. Their presence is essential to the process of recycling and part of the mech sold as a criminal justice system when the hint is in what they named it and presented it. See, nothing is hidden. Crows never forget and these are the indigenous cultures that all had the umbrella of civilization opened in their rear end via white men on their various missions of compassion and tolerance. That is when they weren’t winning the hearts and minds of the natives by cutting them out and sending them to their sponsors as they looted the resources, temples, skills and fables as well as selling opium, guns for fun, war crimes and the rest. Just another day in the office for these power brokers who rack up deaths as burnt offerings that empower each sides symbols as they’re playing the Game on a whole nother level and to whom do they gift these deaths?

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled wasn’t making you think he didn’t exist.

The hippies on their trips, went through a phase when the collective emulated the bonobo kingdom under the influence a hallucinogen that was cooked up by a three letter agency and then spread on campuses as an organic rebellion that was entirely orchestrated and, get this, scored by the kids of folks with military links. You really couldn’t script a wilder irony. Nor what those dropouts grew to be and would do. I supposed lemmings are easily influenced if you spin them on a record deck and then place them near a cliff as they hold aloft symbols that are energized via intent. Do you know what this is?

Like I said, there is what it is, what you think and something else entirely different or, in common parlance, what you know you know, know you don’t and don’t know you don’t know. The last is the most important as its control of everything and yet seems to be invisible. Like Dark Matter in that respect. Or is that even real like the entire hoax field of magical particles or the sciences themselves no longer offering replication since everyone is just making up things to get funding. Artful misdirection and yet none dare question why consciousness is still the hard problem. The animal in man, so close and powerful and yet so easily deniable and totally invisible. A very manipulable species, it seems.

When it comes down to it we’re kill or be killed and a man is as good as the times let him because that survival instinct of the flesh says “Its us against them” then its on to the death. Much like ants, in that respect. They really get down something wicked. Above and beyond whats called for in the instant as they are quite brutal. Imagine if they’d invented tech and sentience. They’d probably beget a world just like this that was filled with structure, construction and conflict in equal doses. All about the resources. Two for me, one for you and none for them. Thats the animal in man, at its essence and its why those who prosper in this realm invest their all and everything in one question:

“Whats in it for me?“.

We can dress this up a million ways but its the quiet truth that beats in the chest of the businessman, the housewife, the religious dude as well as the criminal, blushing bride, killer with a knife and all and every between. We can make this simple truth like anything by deception and thus we spin webs of influence from one mind to the next as traps to lure the attention in of those we can convince to invest in the image we’re sending. It really is something, isn’t it?

And, out there, somewhere among the entranced caterpillars that sleepwalk under the state of a profound hypnosis that intends to convince them they’re in motion when, in reality, they’re stuck in a chrysalis are the select few who are awakening to the Warrior within. They tap against the shell and wonder “Is this real or a the Matrix?” as they ponder why they feel so constrained and limited in their current form of incarnation as they, correctly, intuit there is more, far more to this, than most suspect and few question. Their spiritual GPS yells loud from within and the Inner Sense says:

“Even though you cannot currently soar, and are actually sore from the limits which rub you raw and chafe via their presence, you still feel that roar within that says “I am… Much more than this”. Know thy Self. Freedom comes from within”.

As they redirect their energetics, shake off the trance state which ditches their Monarch programming and click the nature of the one ring which rules them all as they reject what is offered and begin their ascent whilst all around them those who class the end of their projection as death miss the last call to freedom which comes from, where else, but within?

The greatest lesson and most ironic is well is that of the simple earthworm aka you, when seen from the Fifth Dimension. Once you’ve Witnessed this then its obvious the fix is in and how reality is scripted much like a Choose Your Own Adventure book was penned in advance to give the reader the concept of free will and being a shaping influence when the truth is far different as its all pre-written. The world is a stage, yes? Check this for example:

On the one side we have the point where sperm meets egg – the real “Big Bang” of this realm as there is an immense thunderclap and illumination as well as the light which is good looks upon itself forming a shell for its unfinite awareness you’ll grow to know as the flesh. Next this pre existing sentience comes down a dark tunnel at the end of which there is a light, calling, from when they can feel a caring, nurturing presence awaiting them. Yep, the near death experience is actually being born. Again. And again. And again.

Soon the child, whose brainwaves, natural, are akin to the Adulterated under the influence of a hallucinogen, learns to walk, talk and crawl then is ripe for the programming as they are schooled and instructed on what is and isn’t possible, whats off limits, whats rewarded and all of that hypnosis previously mentioned which forcefully courts their attention and gets to the trance induction that most never suspect hit them as they crawl around on their bellies throughout their daze and miss whats entirely obvious. How? Because the programming is that good. Your Opponent has been in the god Game for generations. Its the family business hence you venerate their ancestors and have no clue of whence you came, or where you are hearted once the earth you meekly inherit after living the life unexamined.

So, evolution, make like cosmology, religion and everything else you Thunk isn’t whats presented because most of that is flip, turned upside down, then edited, obfuscated and loosely translated before being further mangled by your internal Operating System and its programming language, life time of expectations and general ignorance as well.

Those on the more animal tip will live and die with only the most rudimentary expression of consciousness and the illusion is so convincing, so immense, that this numbers in the billions. Sleep walking, somnolent, entranced. Call it what you wish, at their basis they are strangers to Self and thus know a whole load about everything but naught of within. As intended. The Game of Souls has you, my friend. I simply stepped in to share a message for your consideration because not only is the universe mental, in every sense of that spell, but it all takes place inside your awareness ergo you are everyone, anywhen and all things, states, phases, creation and beings in between. That is an immense responsibility because, once it clicks, blame is not an option as you are that which makes manifest all you see in this realm ergo I am nothing but a figment of your imagination as the Game only ever has one playa playing.

The animals aspects cannot know this. They refuse, they reject. Why? Due to resonance, as I said. The flesh is of the lowest wavelength and thus its often said that you must grasp the divine but the devil is close at hand. The hint is in the structure of carbon as its six protons, six neutrons and six electrons form your shell ergo life is death, this is actually hell and you are the devil if you know not what I’ve said or, better yet, have reactivated your own Inner Sense and share your own descriptions, vivid and rich, of what it truly means to be a multidimensional being, that spark of unfinite consciousness, being rendered here, now, this very moment as a carbon based vessel that is decoding these glyphs, filtering what was said through your own biases and expectations before editing the signal – all in an instant – as your mind is made up for you and presented as the way it is.

Its a beautiful trick. One that engenders much ugliness as people cling to an illusion due to being strangers to Self and not being able to read what the operators manual within says as its written in the one tongue we are all born speaking but are swiftly disconnected as second nature is plugged in and eclipses the once Self evident. That proto-speak, original dialect that the entire planet once knew well?

Body language.

Can you hear the Psylense? Or is the noiZ a constant companion that whispers an endless string of sweet nothings and bitter somethings into your consciousness but never, every anything like this. Know why? Its an evil magician whose sole intent is to claim your awareness as its own Victim by making you identify with it, its whims and things. In effect, it writes cheques and you cash them in this Game you’re playing by using your Soul as a credit.

The animal in man shakes his head, refusing to take it in. In the exact same aspect he pretends not to comprehend that that gestures signals the end of the impulses attempting to connect via the spinal column from the intelligence in his chest and abdomen that I call the Three Kingdoms. The truth of the matter is the flesh is a deception and this entire realm is an immense trick and we, the singular and collective, are playing the hardest level that demands the most skill and discernment. Thing is most of your higher processes have been knocked offline due to a life of constant programming and various tricks and that should be Self evident because it simply not possible for you to Thunk like this as the System doesn’t teach how to transcend it. Only Inner Sense does this. The reactivation of your energetics that develop true free will, gnosis and resonance that knows “Yes, the flesh is close at hand but I am simply not it. Just something I’m wearing for this visit ergo race, creed, history and the rest is also an illusion and everything aims to keep hid the nature of my true being that co-creates this realm via a rather noisy conspiracy of silence”.

Quite interesting, yes? I’m not saying its accurate or, heaven forfend, a gospel. Its simply a perspective. One that is subject to constant revision as new info pours in and thus constantly updated as I press against the limits which are never really as solid as they pretend because we’re within a construct the likes of which must be seen to be believed, like a Hollywood scene. A fake reality. The question for you and me is whats really real and how do we get off the wheel because I know I’ve been here before and intend to make this my last spin.

Get free or thrive trying.

Till we meet again

You Are Not a Person but a People

You are not a person but a people. To many people this concept can seem a bit strange upon first hearing it but that is because they’ve been trained to be alienated from Self and instead are fragmented. Incoherent is a term that describes it best. For them its often easier to see this state in others hence we have phrases like “I don’t know what came over her” and “He was a totally different person”. Stop and think:

How can this be possible if you are one being? It can’t. If, however, you can entertain the concept that you may actually have many different versions of yourself within, at this very moment, then things can start to get very interesting… Let me tell you a little something about a special state I call the Witness:

The Witness is who you actually are, in and beyond this realm. It is that I Am presence that makes all of this possible. From one life to the next as well as from sleep to dreaming it remains constant. Much like water it takes the shape of whatever presents and is poured within. This, as you can imagine, means it can be easily manipulated by various aspects, both outside and within. What do I mean by this? Well, for example, can you remember a time when you felt totally at ease, comfortable in your flesh and fully present? It may just be one of those days when you rose feeling well rested and filled with happiness. For many these events occur at random but once you become aware of the Witness you can then set the tone which allows a higher state of consciousness to become your base level. On those days, you may have noted, things just seem to go well. Strangers smile as you pass them. Its almost like they can feel your coherence shining upon them and that illumination lifts their spirits as well. A Warrior I know who has an immense sense of empathy towards animals stated “I’d shifted my wavelength and was a state of magnificence when I decided to go for a walk as the sun was shining. I was strolling along the pavement noticing how effortless this all is and how I could feel an immense sense of fluidity and ease thanks to my graceful movement. In front of me there were some birds that were pecking and feeding. A huge radiance of coherence was beating in my chest as I walked towards them and I was smiling at their presence. Imagine my surprise when they kept on doing what came natural. It was like they felt I was no threat. No flapping, squawking or flying. They just carried on as they were and I went on my way, feeling quite fantastic”.

The Soul in question went on to detail how his veterinary practice had leapt to another level because he became so sensitive to the animals that were presented at his practice and thus was able to help them in ways he’d never imagined. All by holding onto and developing his coherence as the Witness as there were no states of inner conflict that were tugging him that way and this. Granted he was a few steps along the Path of Power and it unfolds with a difference for each who develops their own resonance. For him he was always drawn to animals due to their inherent pureness. His interpersonal relationships with humans, however, had always been lacking due to the life he’d lived and various traumatic events. He said:

“It always felt like animals could never hurt me and I wanted the best for them. Once upon a when I was very proud of this achievement but after our conversations I came to see how this was an imbalance. A coping mechanism designed to allow some type of emotional nourishment that never addressed the silently weeping wound within”.

In his case he’d been raised in an environment of neglect where he felt that humans were not to be trusted as they often said one thing but then turned around and did another that usually left him weeping. Your example may not be as dramatic but realize we are all fragmented within as that is the main thing that runs this level of the Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits. Actually, you can think of the Witness as an aspect of your Soul hence practical metaphysics is what the Path of Power is offering as you get to Know thy Self, beyond all of the illusions and clever tricks designed to keep you within the Mind Made Prison. This state I call Adulteration. Its not even a hypothesis because the truth is obvious when you look at children – the very embodiment of Inner Sense – and how they glow when stepping in. Soon this illumination dims and they, just like their parents before them, fall Victim to the schism of being internally divided and dual within. That spell is hidden within the word “Individual“.

This is the reason why you are one way with your boss, another with your friends and yet more with your kids, partner and pretty much everyone else. All of them are versions of yourself. Masks. False aspects that step in and wrestle away the control of your earthbound vehicle. Each has their own memories, their own whims, their own intent. Can you imagine the huge amount of tension this brings? It truly is the root of most suffering in this realm because if you identify with a piece you cannot comprehend the whole thing. Not for nothing is that word also a homonym for “peace” which itself offers a hint about the severe nature of fragmentation that most accept due to living the life unexamined. If that is the problem then Knowing the Ledge is the solution because that wisdom (once feltsensed) can allow you to make better decisions instead of being subject to the whims of a tyrannical population.

One of the metaphors I often use is that of a kingdom. If there isn’t a constant and benevolent aspect at the helm then chaos surely reigns within. Imagine a load of scared children, each wanting to do something else, and you’ll start to form a clear imagine of what is actually happening within because something happened, way back when, that shattered your coherence and led to the introduction of these false selves that constantly battle for dominance with their often contradictory whims. Know this, all of them have your best interests at heart but, due to the nature of fragmentation, they are often stuck at earlier forms of development and thus only have access to the resources they had, back when. In the case of the vet his father often teased him for being overly sensitive and his mother was quite aloof and distant. He escaped into a fantasy world that was super rich and often talked to his collection of stuffed animals as a way to vent what he felt within. As he grew this passion grew to take over more and more aspects and, to its opposite, he found himself almost totally unable to form any kind of meaningful connection or relationship. This was his main problem and the reason why we met.

“Everyone says I’m attractive. Plenty of women are interested and I’d like to get to know them as well but I find it nearly impossible to trust them“

“Why? Can you think of an example?” I said. He went on to list the details of his latest failed relationship in which the girl complained about his mood swings and how he’d switch from being very caring to totally distant. She really tried to make it work because she really liked him but, at the end, she packed her bags and left after penning a note that said “Get some help. I don’t know what it is but something within you is very, very broken. I can’t take it any more and I wish you all the best”. Needless to say he was heartbroken as he’d often spent nights in bed thinking of all the things he wished he’d said but couldn’t comprehend what made him act like this. This is the nature of the (false) self when one is entirely unaware of the Witness. In that respect this state is akin to becoming a true king from within and thus you deal with these hurt children that are clamoring for attention by integrating them. These steps come a bit further along the Path but I’m sharing them now to offer a hint of what you’re capable, should you wish to direct your attention at the parts that are hurting. Actually, thats an interesting thing because when we first met I asked him to perform a somatic audit which goes a little something like this:

“As you sit there, listening to my voice, breathing, aware of the texture of the clothes against your skin, the pressure of the chair where you are seated and all of the sounds around you, both random and ambient I want you to state out loud whatever it is you’re feeling within”.

He went on to detail a sensation in his abdomen. I asked him to listen and report its details. How big it was, the emotions linked, how it felt, its intent. Basically mapping out another person. Another version of him. He did and, to his surprise, he felt an immense swathe of sadness that washed over him. I instructed him to keep breathing and treat this aspect like he would a child that was complaining. He applied his vast empathy, that he usually saved for the animals he dealt with, to himself. Afterwards he said:

“It was like a huge torrent of emotions were making their presence felt. It wasn’t so much about the girl but actually me, within” as loads of memories and events he’d repressed started coming up to the surface. Later on he came to realize that what was happening was there was a very young and needy part of him that was almost smothering with its need for reassurance that motivated his constant need to check up on his lady friend as well as another, bit older version, that did everything possible to keep her at a distance. Obviously this state of hot and cold switching can be quite alluring initially as the man seems like a mystery but it can also be infuriating as she never knew who’d she’d get as the person that presents could have one of many (hurt) people at the helm. As we progressed he came to realize the nature of this Pattern and it clicked why he was such a workaholic with an obsessive complex that needed everything to be perfect.

“It truly felt like if I could control this and that then things would be perfect”. He wryly grinned, before adding. “Of course, that never happened. And yet the same thing made me excel in my career and created a huge reputation as one who was almost magical when it came to dealing with animals. And yet, privately, my life was a total mess. A constant retread because the women may have changed but they all left saying the same thing. The last one actually got through because I really, really wanted to make it work. She was perfect. She really tried to help but I always felt “What is behind her tenderness? You can’t trust her. Lets keep her at a distance”. Other times, now and then, I felt like opening and sharing a glimpse about certain things and then I’d get obsessed. I had to know where she was, where she went, what she was doing. We had a huge argument because she was ten minutes late and stuck in traffic. I just let rip. I said loads of hurtful things and, oddly, felt really good doing it. For her that was the straw that broke the back of our already strained relationship so she left”.

This is all so common because 81% of the world is well adjusted to a special type of social sickness that prioritizes a near total lack of Self Knowledge that generates all types of conflicts and problems. On a side note, schizophrenics can actually detect these fragmented selves and their presence but tend to decode it via hallucination where they said “She is not my sister, something else is present thats pretending to be like her but isn’t“. Of course, saying this out loud to a medical profession usually ends up with a depot injection but that is entirely because they too are ignorant of what truly is happening in this realm. Its an epidemic. The whole planet is sick but, just like the Emperor who was naked, only those with Inner Sense can comprehend the true sketch. Let me give you an example:

A baby is happy and cooing. One of his mothers friends comes to visit and he instantly starts screaming as she tries to shower affection on him. The lady is embarrassed. “I don’t know what came over him” says the childs parent as she cradles him with reassurance. The moment she leaves the boy is back to smiling. What happened? Well, because babies (and all of us, at least in potential) dwell in a state of Inner Sense when they come across someone that is intensely fragmented they signal their discomfort at their presence. Why? Because they can feel within what the other is hiding. Actually, this is an interesting tangent because not everyones aspects are sharp and jagged, like this example. Some are akin to torn papers that house fragments of their self written in a childs scrawl whilst others have these bubbles within which they build idealized (but also false) versions of themselves at the exclusion of the rest. The vet was like this. Within his illusion that allowed the most close to genuine version of himself to express itself only animals were allowed access because he’d written, back when, that “Humans can’t be trusted. You never know what they’re thinking and when they’ll switch it up. Best to keep your distance“. This aspect, or hurt person, lived in a realm that was far more sharp and jagged. Totally devoid of his usual tenderness. Between these two posts was he battered and this state of division generally bought him immense sadness. The more he was starved on one side the more he shared in his practice. I’m sure you can see the link between this and most workaholics, yes? Social media, in all of its forms, is entirely built upon soothing this coping mech because people can present an image they ask you to buy in so they too can pretend its the real thing. Like I said, the whole planet is sick. Thing is, what will they do when the little boy, fueled by Inner Sense, points out the true state of the Emperor and they are forced to question whats within? Will they die on the lie as they fight to protect what makes them miserable or are they intelligent enough to consider a new perspective then reality test it to see if its possible to dwell in a state of coherence instead?

The vet took to the Path like water agrees with a fish because its something he’d quietly pondered but never truly grokked the significance or depth of the schism within. Its why I’ve said you can’t change a thing until you accept what is. After that you develop a state of discernment, align with the Witness (that makes all possible) and get to reparenting these broken and fragmented selves. This causes a huge release of energetics that are no longer invested in resistance as they prefer the better option the Path of Power represents. In his case he’d had random bouts of sciatic pain that totally vanished after doing the Knowledge because he came to comprehend the body is actually the subconscious and this is where the hurt children live and wait for their turn at the helm as they struggle to express themselves in ways that often totally contradict what it is they’re actually seeking.

Now that you know this, even without any further guidance, I’m certain you’ll be able to spot these masks when they drop onto your awareness. Next time that happens you will realize “Wait a minute. This is just a set of options. One way of looking at things. I am and am not this for I truly am the Witness that makes all things possible“. Breathe a bit, pay attention to your state, notice any patterns of tension or habitual ways of thinking. It often helps to shake it off a little bit, let your spine wriggle, and bring your attention to your chest (for that is the home of the Witness and one of the Three Kingdoms that we’ll uncover elsewhen). I’ll leave you with another comment from the vet that he said at the end of one of our sessions:

“Why does nobody else talk about this? Why is there such a wall of silence around the fact that there are hundreds of versions of me within and all of them are fighting for their moment at the helm, even though their goals often contradict and cause loads of stress and unhappiness? Whatever we’ve done before, alone or as a collective, obviously isn’t working. Who is keeping this hidden? To what end? What the hell is truly going on this realm or, as you’ve said, the Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits?”.

That, my friend, is how it feels to be back in a state of Inner Sense as you start asking the questions that usually send most of the Adulterated shrieking in another direction as they attempt to implement solutions that have only ever beget more problems and conflict. In that respect the wars and things you see that ravage this planet are simply projections of what is actually happening within but that is a deeper aspect that becomes Self evident as one does the Knowledge hence the axiom:

You are another me, together we.

Make better decisions.

Till we meet again

Knowing You’re a God Is Only Half the Battle

Knowing you’re a god is only half the battle. The other bit involves unlearning all of the mess that makes you human and this, as you can guess, is a lifetime in the making with, itself, is a side effect of the Be Kind, Rewind effect ergo we wrestle not against flesh and blood but highly placed ignorance that masquerades as wisdom. Then the third half steps in and you recollect your assumptions about everything were missing another plane of reference and that is when it kicks. Lets me give you a visceral example:

Lets say someone invents a thing that is most wonderful. It is a personalized antigravity field that uses scalar wave currents to all you to zip where you wish, at whim, and best of all, its intelligent. Meaning this tech is so subtle and intricate that it works as an extension of your CNS. All you have to do to activate is think, better yet feel, “Ascend” and in it kicks as you grin and fly around this realm. Now, lets pretend that some untermensch did something, back when, that caused a whole generation of mothers to be afraid that what happened to him could manifest with their kid so they scared the heck out of them as they looked, wistful, at the older gen getting their ascension thrills. Some would recollect these and turn them into myths. Others would deny them as they drip with the pain they felt at rejecting an aspect of themselves. Time progresses. The mech is rusted and people have forgotten how to activate it but, every now and then, one takes off, spontaneous and then comes back to this realm jabbering all types of things till they forcefully sedate him. You said:

“Dunderhead! Everyone knows gravity is a constant which needs immense amounts of force to break its surly grip. I think I’d know if I had a reality distortion field that was powered by thought. Idiot”.

The most ironic thing is you are a top flight psychiatrist who sees this type day out and in but never, ever stopped to comprehend:

“Wait a sec. From way back when to now every single one who steps, whether or high or low intelligence, coherently cogent or blatantly raving as well as poor and rich and all other variables has, each and every one, said the same thing“.

This is the third aspect of the Game, hidden. Lets say you, somehow, managed to keep an ember of Inner Sense lit within your chest after all the training and education you get which says:

“Well, the patient displayed prodromal signs as he thought he was an aspect of the divine wearing flesh and we’re all figments of his imagination as he is the only Soul in the realm. I mean, have you ever heard such ridiculousness?“.

Lets pretend, instead, that you start talking to these social rejects and derelicts who you inject with anti flight medication which, I must mention, is against their will and only proves, to them, you’re in on suppressing their gifts, you’d note that there was a surprisingly clear and lucid narrative that all of them hold in common. Then you would have a choice. It involves going out on a limb, possibly losing your tenure and accreditation as your friends think you’ve gone off on the deep end as you take a leap of faith and sense “Ascend” as you float to a higher realm. What would you do next, my friend? Well, Jung wrote the book that was red and even that was so dense and encoded that it makes the trek of pushing a rock up a hill whilst wearing oiled sandals seem tame in comparison to what it was he was describing as it can’t be sold nor told, only felt for your Self. So, with that in mind, why do I bother pushing the pen? Its all Selfish, in the end. These are Path notes to me of the versions I was, back when, as each captures a moment of resonance in ink pon canvas which you’re reading, digital.

As you can probably guess I strongly invest in the narrative we all stepped in equipped with wings of imagination that, instead, became bundles of ignorance as we accepted what another said. This, to me, made no sense as the realization, fresh out of Pampers, that my parents too were once jits as was everyone else walking around with a frowning countenance filled me with such existential dread that only two words came to my nascent consciousness:

“What happened?“.

You ever stop to think then forget to start again? Welcome to real life, my friend. I posit there was a worldwide traumatic event that I guess had something to do with what kicks overhead as either the planets shifted, like Velikovsky suggests, with comets and such things dancing in the heavens making life on Earth unpredictable or something equally intense like a pole shift, mud flood or rains without end that caused massive electric arcing that primitives, worldwide, drew as petroglyphs. If you see a huge spider in the sky or a man, dancing, its time to go underground, my friend. That is, I believe, when the ascended consciousness went the way of the dodo instead and we are the children of men, ignorant, who have been trained, on top of this, to kneel at the feet of midgets. Ironically, it is upon he whom Shiva is standing and, wouldn’t you know it, the chap is also fond of dancing and linked with destruction but, back when, he was all nurturing, protective and auspicious so what caused this schizo split in the primal forces of creation than what I posit and these myths and symbols, so staggeringly complex and simple, tell the same thing like so many mental patients but, for some reason, the ones with credentials don’t seem to notice this. Well, I do and did. Plus I have no official education beyond being Self taught on the pavements for my school was observation and participation ergo class is always in session.

Knowing you’re a god is only half the battle. The other bit is unlearning all the mess that has you invested in being human and then you come face to faceless with the greatest challenge of recoding your internal OS to use these innate faculties and gifts because feeling “Ascend, lets fly overhead” is one thing but rediscovering the exact resonance is something else as is getting used to this ancient tech because, as the schizos attest, unleashing earthbound ignorance onto higher states of consciousness can be bad for your mental health. Or does it simply hint that its we who are as mad as you can get because the rocket of liberation turned bundle of ignorance may just be responsible for the epidemic of back pain and such things for which there are no working medical solutions which links, real well, as the counterpoint of the pharmacratic inquisition of “wellness”, yes?

Suddenly, the boy with t shirt pulled over head with arms spread makes sense, yes? A part of him recollects the presence of flight and how it felt plus its mode of access isn’t via the head but by using what beats in his chest. The problem is, at present, no one speaks that language of electromagnetic coherence so the longer he is present the further he’ll drift until he, eventually, becomes the psychiatrist in question which is mad ironic, isn’t it? How many have the courage to truly think different? How few comprehend their academic intellect is actually a burden to true gnosis which comes not from playing what Simon Says but listening to the guide, eternal, within that made him extend his arms and run, that way and this, under the cover of darkness which brings illumination instead by generating the space to think different…

Not many people do this. Think, that is. They prefer Thunk instead and thus don’t click the content of their head rearranges the same bricks into different orders which bring no new solutions as the plane companies wish to sell tickets and road tax plus such things. Ironic, yes? Man is faced by a ruthless conspiracy which is mad ironic as that spell, itself, hints at a feeling of pity, grief or distress being absent but they flipped the T&Cs just like aweful should be the best a man can get. Ironic, like I said. Or, maybe, goldonic, is appropriate if one thinks like an alchemist and takes the base present and flips its elements? Throughout the ages there have been sages, madmen and infidels that ponder such things at depth. To the rest they may seem strange but, to them, its man who is the problem as they, daily, accept ignorance as wisdom and never stop to check or question why a childs glow, immense, doth dim by the time they reach age, six. “To whence does it go?” he questions as he recollects the time, back when, he placed shirt over head and wished to soar like a bird, high, high above this realm. The recollection sparks a yearning, so he does such a thing. The passers by comment:

“Dunderhead! He’s simply too old for this”.

The protosage runs into a tree and, for a moment, loses his mind, programmed, as the stars shine in during the daylight instead which sparks off an immense recollection of said events that brings him face to faceless with the trauma programmed in the collective unconscious which is the true reason for mans coping mechs like wars and religions which promise unity but, instead, sell division which is, if you stop to think, a really slick and effective trick that prevents most looking within for what they’re venerating. Goldonic, yes?

One day, he is walking along the ground and notices he has an extra pep in his step. Externally he may appear no different but, within, he feels head and shoulders above the rest. He has, without knowing it, activated the ascender, within, by bridging heart and head. In doing this he has built what death cannot destroy, my friend – gnosis. Nothing is ever the same again. Some version of him will accept the dint of good luck as the new script etched in his head as it shuffles around old concepts to explains his wellness which seems to be without beginning or end as its simply quite unfinite. Others will ponder, at length, the message of the tree and what it said as he attempts to run into it again and again not comprehending the subtle elements of the mix, including the passers by, were crucially engineered at that moment to bring his mind to the depths of his higher consciousness. A select few will, somehow, utter the silent syllables that access the immense resonance in their chests as they fly, high above the hills, and enter states of consciousness so ineffably transcendent that describing them is akin to a blind man relating the skies, Jovian, and how they rep, with pixel perfection, our local solar system as he, on extended wings, whizzes around the surface of said thing as, in the end, it exists within his consciousness which neither begins nor ends and thus isn’t created by his head, simply modulated, instead. He comprehends how it, constantly, mistakes interpretations for facts that don’t exist outside of his investment in the rendered signal and how this is flat as a pancake in comparison to that which is actually far more intricate.

At some point, distant, the ex-psychiatrist turned renegade doth sit and, on a whim, grabs his shirt and pulls it overhead as, all by themselves, his arms extend as he runs around the planes of his home planet as his heart says “Ascend”…

Till we meet again