The capitals are for a reason as there is a difference between believing and feeling as the former is poor sub whilst the latter exists as pure gnosis.
Do not expect a reprieve as the concept of mercy is lost on them.
A cold, alien psyche encased in human flesh is the great deception as I now comprehend what Aristotle meant which speaks on how long they’ve been mingling among the peeps pretending to be the same as thee but, internally they disdain hate and can’t wait to take whatever they can grift as their methods range from blatant to subtle often in the same instance as they’re all fighting for the same thing as internally they’re in a state of conflict and always fighting for the win but take on one and the rest come running which is a really strange thing to see but not quite as weird as one energy manifesting as various forms that pick up where the other left off.
Suddenly, the intent of a ghetto jit to divine the authentic from the mess that was the hand he was dealt makes perfect sense and this is why, my friend I said I’m the first coal to become a diamond in the modern realm as the process is so forced and unnatural that most crack in the oven which never relents and was red hot since you were a fetus as they prepped the stage perfect then awaited your grand entrance as they had the exit prepped hence two brushes with death before I’d started crawling makes perfect sense, yes?
They say the bad men keep the worse from the door.
In that sense there must be another playa in this realm that stops them going hell for leather in the speculative and operative sense on the rest instead of just unleashing it on the chosen ones who choose themselves.
Or maybe the rhyme behind the reason of these men who would be kings is that its all built on deception ergo the Truth with capitalization is anathema to them and then it makes perfect sense that if the masses accept decep and nourish it with bloodshed obviously the genuine remains at a slight distance hence the need for a quest that the world will try and prevent.
Way more now than it ever did and the scale of things is so immense yet totally simple as well because if it takes a nation of millions to hold back an infant the one who Knows the Ledge is off rip a threat because they reconnect with Inner Sense which reveals the Adulterated shell for what it is and that is why they detest the Truth but dare not face it and instead circumvent in steps snip snip those are the short cuts most don’t realize are missing from the “official” script as lies made big and repeated often are the hallmarks of tyrants in masquerade and the Slaves who are scared stiff will handsomely pay the bad men to keep the worse from the door without stopping to comprehend they are cousins in the end and of one intent that manifests by many faces but go against one and you must beat them all.
These are the scores on the doors daubed red with blood innocent as far as I can tell but you shouldn’t believe a thing because what is genuine to one shouldn’t be authentic to another on spec without reality testing and introspection as that form of gospel is how the fakes get it in whereas the Truth stands alone welcomes all challengers and gives not an F about your feelings as its ineffable and best of all it protects me everywhen.
The Game has stages and we all play our parts. This is why its hard to be smart but ignorance is cherished as a sort of wisdom for those who step in and ask not the correct questions of the temperament they possess. Who programmed it? To what end? If we were to keep it really real about your parents the truth would bring some yelps and protestation from those just tuning in. Well, let me be the first to tell:
They were idiots.
What I mean by this isn’t a diss, just a factual statement. And I can prove it.
They did what was expected without stopping to reality test, question the narrative or even ponder “Who benefits?”. Did the plan your conception with two bodies joined with one intent to usher in a specimen of the optimal resonance at a time, most appropriate? Did your mother spend those nine months of gestation building a link with things that would sustain and develop your foundation or did she eat what she wished whilst consuming junk via the dish?Were your natural talents honed and sketched or were your forced to fit a template that placed an edifice of ignorance between you and their affection? I’ll let you tell it. That is just the basics, my friend, as it gets worse with each step since for they had access to your nascent awareness, Twenty Four/Seven. In many respect the mess your life is is directly due to them but its upkeep and maintenance? Well, that is entirely due to your efforts…
This stage of the Game is known as the Kali Yuga. It is here that ignorance roams free and thieves dress as kings. We are fascinated by the superficial and ignore anything of depth as its implications present a threat to the temple of iniquity we have built and dwell within. See, who you are compared to could have been can be proven, most easily, by simply answering this request:
Do you? Sing, that is? What about dancing? Or drawing? Anything remotely creative? Why are these now reduced to embers, fading, when they used to roar from within? That is the price for playing this stage of the Game we all play using our Souls as credentials. Whoops, I meant credits but you get my drift. We class ourselves on the basis of what someone says which, if you consider it, is a pretty strange way of living, yes? That which can be defined, externally, can be controlled, liminally. This is the Beast and the System it built is as invisible as water to a fish that swims in seas, polluted. See, it wasn’t always like this. But, this too shall end and we’re seeing that happen, at present, hence why I push the pen because the next camera trick is even more elegant hence the question:
Somewhere a mother sits, enjoy her time off. She eats as she wishes as there is no need to stay trim as the excess is expected. She watches trash television as this is who she wishes to keep up with and, all the time, the baby in her womb takes in these signals as her base of operations for when she steps in. See why I said they’re idiots? Two words shattered your inner realms. Two of them caused your Inner Sense to end, fold in upon itself and develop into the Adulterated (false) self that currently sits at the helm and has you living a life, third person, second hand. And you wonder why the glow dims at the age of six and its all been downhill since…
Do I sound bitter and twisted? Did my boat come but I had no ticket? Was my request to swab decks just to be able to mingle duly rejected and thus, like Otis, I sit and watch them roll in and then out again? Perhaps. Or I may have seen the fix was in, declined the invitation and chose to think different as I lash together a raft like a Cuban immigrant that then drifts the ninety miles to the land that is promised… Only to find that itself was an illusion. To play the Game and win one must know the lay of the land as it is and not what they sell or tell. That is discernment and when it kicks you’ll know what I meant when I said your folks were idiots.
“Speed, speed, speed. That is all I need” says the harebrained populace, little realizing this race only leaves them in the same place for who truly questions what there is to win when the fix is in? Memes convey information, Wiki tells people what to think and many profess to have gained enlightenment just because they watched someone else talk about what they read another describing. People don’t care though. They fall in and play “Face in the crowd, number four hundred and eighty seven” as they fit, playing second fiddle – in their own existence… Which is, in a twist, most ironic, the total truth hence this is is a time of mass illusion in which ignorance is wisdom. This is why your mind is terrified of silence, can’t stand having time to think, constantly craves distraction and reassurance, in equal measures, which hints at a far deeper schism I’ve termed Adulteration that infects the whole planet.
If you seek the truth, prepare to be terrified as none of this is what it seems and the above words and spiel are merely a tiny piece of the whole sketch, oh yes. After a while you get used to it though and the quest becomes a thrill to see what you can discover next and that, my friend, is a life filled with Inner Sense for there are no strangers nor enemies in this realm. Just friends I have met yet and if we bump heads they’re teachers to show me that about Self which I was previously ignorant ergo its all for the win.
“Yep, that sure was one great invention. Be sure to tell us if you dream up something else” with a mean look that points at lines and suggests you read betwixt. The chap spent the rest of his life talking to his favorite pigeon that shot beams of information from its eyes which – before you think he’d flipped his lid you may consider the resonance with another man called Philip K Dick who had a similar encounter with sentient luminance – I find really, really interesting as I had the same imperience not long before my latest brush with death and things were never the same again hence the mission to strip reality down to its basics and try and make sense of whats happening as walking around a rock that floats in an abyss as it chases a fireball off into the distance as I wear skin and take in all the syncs and ponder why One Oh Eight keeps popping up again is verging on the ridiculous, yes? Hoyle said “The fix is in” and I agree with him as he also commented that the odds of life being just like this is akin to a whirlwind ripping through a junkyard and leaving a perfectly formed jumbo jet. The flip is quite simple as wanton destruction is not elegant but lets pretend that aliens exist and they purposefully crash land a ship that is just ahead of our current tech so we can reverse engineer it. What then? What if they weren’t from some place else but a breakaway civilization that lived in the oceans hence why we map other planets but not our own surroundings? That bits pure speculation but there are many legends that attest that such things can and did happen so it keeps one wondering because when you disassemble the whole thing you find many odd bits that have resonance. Like you are stripping that plane and find bits within that are all color coded so when you assemble them you get a hovercraft instead. Wouldn’t that be something? You’d have to ponder at the intelligence that seems to be playing an immense Game of Hide and Seek, yes? You zip across the seas and happily scream “Whee!” and come across a strange island filled with things that, seemingly, make no sense. Here you find more bits and with a little bit of tweaking and remixing your old craft is now a rocketpack instead and of you’re off on another mission of ascent.
In between all of this you keep your feet on the ground, stop, calibrate and listen to the quiet presence within that discovered these inventions as you ponder the intention of all of this. That is stripping reality back to its basics, my friend, as it doesn’t mean you’re rolling with Fred as a Flintstone up in the bish but you’re actually a few steps ahead of the rest and start to comprehend we may just be suppressed Jetsons or something else… Doesn’t that sound interesting? Like a life worth living and thoroughly examined?They’ll never tell you to keep up with this nor provide any type of inkling or hint on how to think like this so don’t stress as it won’t be on the test when it comes to running the treadmill but I was never one for that mess. No, not me. I asked questions without relent. Like I was getting paid to and needed to make rent. This, as you may guess, stressed the teachers no end ergo they would rapidly expel me from the class that was in session so I was free to wander the halls of my local camp of concentration. That I did, that I did. Then came back with more Qs at a higher res. And so on went the process of refinement until we get to this:
The latest testament to my current level of ignorance for if there is one thing I Know, for certain, its that I don’t know a thing. One needs that type of cognitive flex whilst the rest are so rigid they do immense mental gymnastics instead trying to spin that handful of plates they inherited from their parents as their aim is to keep their “reality” intact and pass it on (with a hug or slap) to the next gen that step in. Miss me with that mess as I could tell that sketch is what made my folks miserable ergo I rebelled without a pause and kept pushing the buttons just to check what happens next because you may get an electric shock from sticking a key in the socket but what happens if you try it with gloves instead and then repeat the imperiment but using a step down transformer as well? By the way, isn’t it amazing how you can roll dead remote batteries in your grip and they come back to life again? Did you know that hugs work just like this? See, the heart sends out an immense electromagnetic field which brings the one you grip into a state of resonance like a jump start of their radiant circuits. Fascinating, yes? Just one of the things you discover as you disassemble the jumbo jet and stick a few parts together again in a different arrangement.
“Speedboat rocketpack and sexing robots, silicon? This nutter is off his meds, thats for certain. Plus, what the heck does he mean the will, like the P, isn’t free. I can do anything I wish, whenever, however”.
Really? Really, my friend? Here is a challenge that will rip away that illusion:
If you own something, truly, you control its everything. You can use, stash or donate and there is no need for probate as you say, it goes, yes? If that truly is your mind in that head then for the next ninety seconds stop it entirely and make it still. Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting.
So, how it went? Did that prove what I meant about the need to get to the basics to find whats hidden in the mix? Congratulations, you just met the (false) self that pretends, via the voice in your head, to be who you Thunk you are in this realm and it will never, ever teach you to strip the jumbo jet it built as it needs for you to keep on buying the tickets it sells so you and the rest can sit, huddled like cattle, from one place to the next as these airborne carriages are akin to chunks of thought, prepackaged, that you share with the rest who underwent the same process and to take it apart requires imagination which, for most, is so dead they’ve got a better chance of seeing Jesus resurrect which is mildly ironic with a highly laconic twist based on what I previously said about He repping your consciousness. That means no hovercraft that drifts over the seas of ignorance as you choose your own adventure in the flesh by veering off script as you clicked there was a microdot that said:
“Congratulations for noticing this. You have unlocked a hidden chamber and can now pick from the following pages which adjust the variables as you intendto manifest your very best“.
As you build that personal rocketpack which then becomes a hyperdimensional spaceship which allows you to Witness, in the flesh, future memories that have done kicked and in each and every one of these trips the canvas remains identical for it is thee, my friend, at your essence ergo stripping reality to its basics makes one super rich and abundant in ways most in a daze of well adjustment will never stop and comprehend and if that isn’t quite a sad thing then I don’t know what is…
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?
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:
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:
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:
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.
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:
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.
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:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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…
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:
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:
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:
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:
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:
“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:
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.
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:
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.
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.
