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Eight words that totally flipped the script when it comes to the Game and how I play it:

Things are happening for you. Not to you.

That, in a nutshell, is the diamond perspective I’m so fond of expressing as it all makes sense when you start seeing through this lens. As I’ve said previously that all is energy and the difference is the label we stick to it as this generates Patterns which work as filters over our lens of perception and thus edit what is by changing it to what we expect. This creates a feedback loop in the fractal of consciousness which can be quite damaging as we get what we expect, the lens takes it as verification that its view is correct and thus people live out lives of compounding misery and disappointment till the end.

Once you click that things are happening for you, not to you then you can truly claim to be taking steps on the Path of Power toward Self mastery as one is no longer a Slave to these whims based on limited and manipulated information. No, then you truly are a Warrior who hacks and slashes his way through this ignorance and accepts the energy pouring in is vital to enable the shift of the coal you never wished to be into the diamond you knew was possible within. Yes, pain and suffering are part of this, as you’d expect, because of the pressure aspect and the fact that you get back what you put in in this realm but the trick is not to get bogged down in the tale in your head which is disempowering to the tenth scale. That leads to a life much like a living hell and to deny this people will vent, yelp and pretend that its something else as self deception is rife at the moment and the blame fixing it brings ensures the solutions remain invisible as they look out at the world without realizing it reflects their inner realm.

Coal One thinks things are happening to him and thus he folds in within himself as life kicks his rear end. The end product is a stone with flaws, clouds and inclusions due to this tension that wasn’t needed. You can consider these imperfections as remainders of the coals original imperience he wasn’t willing to let go of or shift their energetics and thus the past is always present for those that haven’t faced it.

Coal Two knows things are happening for him and thinks of the pressure that is mounting as a signal to relinquish his grip on that which never served him, defined him and generally limited his shine from within. Sure, he still feels the same thing as its no cakewalk to live this but he approaches it from a position of openness that is centered. As the vibration lifts and shifts his energetics so that that which was once dark, soft and brittle becomes bright, hard and brilliant there are no traces left of the base state he didn’t grip like a brick as he thought it would prevent him from drowning. Instead he just let go of that which didn’t have his best interests and discovered, to his surprise, that he could actually swim.

So much of what we hold onto in this life is actually to our detriment but the grasping mind, when detached from the senses which live in the present, just keeps replaying Patterns which go a little something like this:

“It was a warm day at the beach. I was happy, sporting a grin. Suddenly something wicked comes this way, picked me up and without warning tossed me into the ocean. The waves went over my head. I was panicked and felt death closing in. Then someone threw me an object and as I was floundering I gratefully accepted it”.

That was a long time ago and yet if we check in we’ll see they are still doggy paddling in the same holding Pattern that grips their subconscious as a way of survival. Unchecked, unexamined. This is why I say Slaves are controlled from within and addicted to powerlessness as they are so far removed from their center due to the life unexamined. Granted, the deck is rigged and the fix is in because the situation itself is quite impossible but that is why its said “Many are called but few chosen” as those that do dare to think different.

For Coal One his mind drew the links that “Everything was good. Then it wasn’t. Then this bundle came along and its outer presence gave me strength. Its solidity helped. Without it, it might have been the end”.

That is innerstandable, yes? I mean it does make a lot of sense but if we were to pick him up from the ocean tumultuous and place him on the shore for a moment he would certainly look at this brick and wonder why on earth he’d gripped it with such strength when by ditching it he could’ve easily swam back to the beach. This is what it means to find calm in the midst of the storm because there is a war going on inside that none are safe from. The Warrior finds his slice of Pi and it unfolds from within because where else would one be Centered? That is the Self, the Witness, the ever present yet unchanging that makes all of the difference because, unlike Coal One, he knows he isn’t that brick and its actually part of the problem as its designed to prevent the realization of the solution which is relaxing. Letting go. Trusting the process. Call it what you will but the first step is finding that Psylense within and then transcending the programming which this artificial construct brings as you were tipped into the ocean of ignorance and handed the brick of suffering.

Billions have lived and died like this.

As I said 81% of this realm is totally susceptible to the programming they never question as they splash around in the seas, surrounded by others like them and thus via the process of acculturated normalization anyone who thinks different is seen as a heretic. Throughout time, in all faiths, creeds and ways to be there have been that 8%. Call them the Shaman, the transcendent, the Warrior or whatever you wish. The label is irrelevant as they all groked Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits and dared to do different. All of you reading will at some point of some incarnation as I sincerely feel none shall leave this realm without passing the test hence respawning again and again and again till you get it. 11% know full well the nature of this because they’re the ones that threw you in, tossed the brick and built beach houses on the embankment they then sell to others like them who enjoy the picture perfect scenery of Slaves silently screaming in the ocean and thus missing the entire point of all of this.

A schizophrenic once said “Without them we’d be nothing so if evil is necessary then that is what they bring. Those who see and say this are punished in case the herd get it because knowledge is power and ignorance is their greatest weapon“. Quite a profound statement with which I was in full agreement because, for them, the Game exists to generate a profit and its measured in the suffering of their denizens.

Suddenly, the world as it stands makes a lot more sense for those who have been seeking answers to the eternal question of “Why?”. Not for nothing is that spell preceded by an “X” for the unknown (aka true cause of the effect) which is then followed by a “Z” aka sleepwalkers in the drift who don’t have a clue or inkling about what it happening. Its why “Why?” is the prime question upon the lips of children as they are born trying to make sense of the information which pours into their awareness and the entire point of the System which numbs them via the act of rote repetition until they too are paddling with a brick that they grip until they draw their last breath and sink to their death.

Lets imagine the proto Warrior, during one of his spins, started wondering why it happened to be like this. No more “Woe is me!” in abject misery as he flipped the script a little bit by thinking “Woah! Its me!” as he captured a glimpse of his innate magnificence. Coal One fell asleep as he kept on paddling and in the dream that he had he felt so different. All of the pain and suffering that defined his existence was still around him but it didn’t mean a thing. He was immune in that respect. He’d mastered its challenge by rising to the occasion and even though he felt the same he also perceived there was a difference as his vision was crystal clear and relative strength immense.

Then he came to and was splashing in the ocean as he clutched to his brick that told him what it was, why it was like this, what to expect and how to handle it. Never before had he or anyone in his lineage ever questioned the nature of this and once again he drifts and remembers how it felt as a kid to crawl along the beach. The sun was shining, both outside and within, and he basks in the familiar newness of the diamond life and pristine awareness he came with. Shattering the dream he is back in the ocean and thinks “Wait a minute, how the hell did I become a coal then? This must be a false self if that is the real thing. No wonder if feels so different because its the same song being played in a different octave”.

And then, he was dead.

Sinking to the bottom of the ocean as the shell made of carbon was relinquished he begins his ascent and starts laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of it all as he applauds the illusion. “Wait” he says, wheezing with no lips “You mean to tell me that I, the Prime, the unfinite, the eternal Witness thought I was that limited expression of life that was tossed into hardship and then continued heaping suffering upon my head from a position of ignorance and thus totally failed the test of living by being defined by things instead of realizing I am the one that allows them to exist and thus everything is a question of relation, balance and resonance. Ha! I’ll certainly remember this, put me back in for another spin as I relish the challenge!”.

And thus the child is born and his parents think his excited babbling and sometimes apparent frustration at their lack of comprehension and amusement at his actions are indicative of ignorance when in reality one piece of coal doesn’t quite control as identically as the rest plus the neuro energetics connections are only built by imperience. By the time he gets to grip with the basics he’s suddenly tossed back in the ocean and it all begins again. At this point many will forget their previous inklings and do as they were expected but the tiny percent that select themselves and realize the nature of their Soul they inserted as a credit into this great illusion called the Game many never get they’re playing will feel the waves of Inner Sense rising within, with a grin, and they remember what bought them back in.

Coal Two starts imperimenting in earnest as he takes in his surroundings and contrasts them with whats within. “Why am I floundering?” he says and stops as he sinks to his death. “Interesting” he thinks, because there is no failure only feedback in this realm and takes another spin. “Why do I need this brick?” he ponders and relinquishes his grip as a nearby shark tears him to shreds. Oh yes, the Game doesn’t play fair. They really have stacked the deck. What? You think this this is the first time I’ve wrote this or you’ve decoded the message? Oh no, no, no, no, my friend. We’ve done this dance so many times I’ve memorized the steps.

Beach. Ocean toss. “Here’s the brick” to which he has trained his instincts to neither grip nor reach for as it sails overhead. Instead his no longer arrested development starts to unfold as he swims back to the beach and shines in a state of Inner Sense. At this point he looks at the 11% with their beach front living and all they’ve done and promised to get this existence and shakes his head, astonished. “They are neither coals nor diamonds” he thinks, as he takes in their appearance and realizes they float on borrowed wings which are only of this realm and thus useless at transcendence.

That in itself is another topic which is just as interesting but, for now, lets concern ourself with the 81% because, like the crazy lady said, “Without them we’d be nothing” as who would throw you into the seas of ignorance to see if your Knowledge of Self was at the level required to overcome the challenge?

We’ve all played and beat the previous stages of the Game to come face to face with this day. The boss battle, if you will, is that of you and your (false) self. The first step is reframing as you cease and desist thinking “These things are bad and happening to me” as that is what the coal who wishes to remain opaque and weak states in order to deny their strength, fail the test, die and do it all over again. “These things are information and are happening for me to gain an insight into this Game and develop mastery from within” is what the Warrior thinks as he crystalizes his presence, elevates his consciousness and begins to swim with pleasure in the seas where many are drowning and terrified to death.

In that respect this place is both heaven and hell. Its all a matter of perspective as you get what you expect but, know this, all of us were tossed in the drink without a lesson on how to swim and then had a brick thrown at our head. 81% wont dare question this script, no matter how ridiculous the premise as they come from a long line of people who accepted this whereas 8% crack a grin and recollect “I know what this is!” and truly start playing. I say that to say this:

Things are happening for you. Not to you.

Grab a pad and pen and take the worst event that ever happened in your life and who you blame for it (this is who tossed you in the ocean). Make a nice detailed list of why you resent them along with the characteristics they displayed acting like this. Now, looking at the blames think not like a coal but diamond and realize those pressures are what built your potential at the moment that is awaiting its time to shine. What did you gain from this experience? What were the benefits you haven’t realized yet? Take some time and examine this train of thought and see where it heads. Now lets imagine this bad thing hadn’t happened. The you you’d be would be quite different but there would also be a lot of innate skills and resources missing. These are the gifts hidden in the present moment which we can access once we let go of the brick of blame, shame and regret that we think is helping us stay adrift when in reality its the main cause of the limits which lead to suffering and wrinkled skin as well as brows furrowed in intense concentration upon that which only ever brings more problems and not solutions. List these drawbacks, reveal the gifts hidden and notice how you start to feel different. Now, just for a moment, take all those things you used to use to blame them and list the opposite. Let that wash over your consciousness as the obviousness of what the schizophrenic said about them being a necessary evil sinks in and how its all energetics in this realm and thus open to interpretation and redefinition at will. Look at the benefits the one you blamed brings once you allow yourself to start seeing things different and keep going till you find that middle ground which says “Yes, they have both bad and good” and you start feeling more neutral.

Now it gets very interesting because I want you to take that list of things you blamed on them and realize the amount of times you actually exhibited those traits yourself. This one is quite revealing and for many difficult so sit quietly and think about what pops into your head as you start drawing the links that were previously hidden and thus pulled you on their strings.

People often start feeling grateful at this moment as the coal relinquishes its grip on the regret and tensions that serve not its highest purpose as they find themselves striding toward transcendence. Draw up a list of the new benefits you see from this imperience and let the gratitude shine as you feel the brick of suffering starting to melt in your grip as a grin crosses your lips and your heart silently says “I get it”.

Look back at the old story and tell me has the voltage dipped? Are you surprised to see you’re no longer blaming from within and seeking solutions only to find the problems mounting? Do you feel physically different? Is there a shift in your thinking? Are you closer to the coal or diamond of which we both know you are capable?

Till we meet again

Inside every man, woman and child in this world a war doth rage. It has done for an age as that is actually a stage of the great Game we all play using our Souls as credits. You can read this text for a perspect that links matter with spirit using the metaphor of steam and ice as both are, in essence, identical but in terms of resonance and application its a chalk and cheese thing.

Your mind is the battleground of good and evil.

Always has been, always will. The thing is what if the latter pretends to be the former, makes the lie big and repeats it often? Anyone who dares contradict the script will be seen as a madman, infidel and heretic. And yet the schism is evident because if one looks around this realm you can tell that none of that old stuff worked. Unless its intent was to foster conflict and division – even among rank and file members of the same organization. In that case it was a roaring success and that fits in really well with what people term Eden or the all pervasive Golden Age myth that every single culture on the planet has woven, in some way, into their lineage. That, I posit, was the first stage of the Game in which there was no need for laws, religion or division as man was far more resonant with the all of everything and life was perfectly balanced under skies that bore a purple tint with a sun that never sets.

How do you improve perfection?

By destroying it.

Bit by bit, brick by brick until even the outer limestone casing has been stripped and the magic dipped to leave an empty thing that encodes immense astrophysical details and hints at the strength of intelligence that man once possessed. This is akin to being gifted a fine sports vehicle from which one has stripped the engine, cut a hole in the floor instead and told you to get Flintstoning if you wish to progress. These are the burdens of ignorance that man inherits and passes onto his children but, never once, does anyone question why the glow they step in with dims around six and how this leads to a state I’ve termed Adulteration in which they’re trained to sit still and look ahead whilst stressing to do well on the test as they wish to be the best at regurgitating what another says. Forget originality and the deft skills of imagination as well as true cogitation as those will neither be rewarded, trained or accepted in any institutes they beget and foist upon the populace. Kind of like politics in that respect as the spell hides the hints that the “many leeches” are actually pimps and the two wings are connected to the same serpent in the mid that flies overhead and the kicker is that you are this, my friend. Imagine you could step out of the flesh and reconnect your unfinite awareness with the Fifth Dimensional perspective. You would see time as a man sees a lake as he stands on the embankment except the fish that swim through what is previously invisible look just like, you guessed it, serpents. Did you draw the pic? Check it:

On one side you have a huge explosion of light linked to an immense vibration as sperm meets egg and then these cells keep dividing and create the fetus that may have said:

“I remember there was an huge tunnel, as black as pitch, with a light, shining, at the end where I felt someone was waiting who knew me well and they were beaming radiant affection as they anticipated my presence”.

Then one either dips into a dark tent where their mother sits, squatting, in a tub of water, fragrant, as candles flicker and the old ladies sing songs of spiritual welcome and resonance to bring in the next gen at their optimal state of vibration. Or you pop out and drop in to a place that smells mighty antiseptic, is bright as hell and get slapped on your rear end as your connection to the mothership is snipped before you have a clue of what kicks. As you have probably guess the raw materials on each stage are totally identical but, like Scrabble, its what you do with the pieces in your grip that makes the difference between Shakespeare and mere pulp fiction or penny dreadfuls that, in this age, fly off the shelf as peoples attention spans have been decimated so well that they accept, without question, they are the voice in their head and not that which listens instead. Isn’t that wheeze? A great jape, if you will. Not like the great ape they said that, somehow, became a man but the flip as we condensed and devolved which explains, real well, who, why and how they built the pyramids that encode the datasets of the planet and loads of other bits for those who can decode the bricks. Too many people, on the flip, are Flintstones and when someone like Tesla comes along who clicks the script and attempts to tap in to an old tech that seems super fresh they say “Thanks for that one great invention, be sure to tell us if you come up with anything else” then mothball him when he mentions localized antigravity fields for personal flying ships and iPhones way before Jobs eyes were twinkling at the thought of using bitten apples to pave the way to Techno Sapiens hence why Siri spells iris, but flipped. Naught is hidden to he who hears with the ears of wisdom as life is constantly talking, my friend.

The funniest part of all of this is how I’ve just clicked the unfathomable depth of my ignorance as the Path of Power I’d created by walking for lifetimes beyond counting has just segued into the Way of Wisdom instead and that is akin to a fish with wings realizing its actually a dragon and thats why the medium it was within felt quite thick and not as effortless as expected along with the confirmation of his near constant wish for ascent and to push the limits whilst the rest were well trained to run a glass maze that sank into the abyss when the old age did shift as its but the remnants of a time that we now, in ignorance, call myths and legends. Can you imagine, for a moment, you went back a hundred years and showed them a world like this? In Teslas head that was the basics but the Game is drip fed, it seems, by other interests that say, as and when, what they deem fit to share with the rest. And yet, even that has a logic. As bizarre and twisted as it is. Lets pretend this I, magi, nation comprehended just this. Folk were aware of the power of vibration and consciousness thus developed the sense of being stared at the same way we’d hit the gym for a pack of six, rippling. They sang to stones in unison which caused the vibe to shift then they hit the hammer which allowed two hundred tonnes blocks to be chipped and ripped to fit so well that you can’t slide a razor blade between them. A similar thing can be checked in Coral Castle – the maker of which said he knew the secrets of the Pyramids – and how a load of metronomes will start to tick in a common sync as well the madness of crowds and how you can tell, ten times out of ten, when someone is staring in your direction. Thats before we get onto the immense elephant in the room that everyone has felt but no one discuses:

You are alone, at home. Suddenly you look in a direction because you know something is there, present. Cat owners will attest they have, often, watched their pet stop grooming for a sec, look up and track an invisible presence that walks through one wall to the next before they get back to what they do best and focus on themselves. Dogs will bark at nothing then stop when it shifts. Taking it back to the lake of time and the embankment of the Fifth Dimension this is akin to a regular human deciding to walk from one side to the next and the fish wondering what kicks in their midst or if we lived on Flatland and, one day, a sphere popped in and we could only appreciate its presence in segments to which we’d attach a narrative of an immortal that was born, died and then resurrected and could shape shift at will. Kind of like an alien, yes? What if you could bend light at ninety degrees in outer space?

Would that render it invisible and be akin to cutting across the infield whilst the rest are running circuits? Stranger things have happened, my friend, as, to me, the Helical Model of the planets makes way more sense than the Sun sitting in the mid like a hungry Pac Man that intends to eat what it sustains on this immense conveyor belt like a celestial Sushi Express.

Like a tree the truth must sometimes bend to best suit the environment hence there is a difference between thriving and surviving which is why if you take an intelligent man from the current realm and transport him back to one of the ages we had left they would look at him like a dimwit as he can’t speak the celestial language but knows loads about certain elevated humans that dance on puppet strings to entertain them that they call “stars” instead. In the same way you could imagine a boy that was born into a world filled with Techno Sapiens that was taken back to the days, Halcyon, of Woodstock where things were more natural. At a casual glance things would seem identical but yet, under the lid, totally different. After a while he, a strange fish, could look at the world as it is and wonder why nobody seems to question that the ones who sing about overthrowing the government and talk of revolutions are mostly military kids and how the LSD and symbols were handed to them by undercover agents that spearheaded the whole thing. On the flip he could have stayed in his own timeline but chose to turn off, tune out and drop in to a cave where the ubiquitous tech cannot link his awareness into an immense parallel processing machine via the use of silicon pimps and he finds a kaleidoscope of consciousness unfolding in front of his vision that makes him reach higher stage of the Game that are, paradoxically, future memories as well as that age, golden, rises up from within.

Can you see how your mind is a battleground of good and evil, my friend? Pryor once said that its awful easy to recite anothers script and take their penmanship as your lyrics but wouldn’t that be as much use, in the end, as a man on an islands of lesbians? An exercise in futility in which the sizzle reel they sell doesn’t match whats in the tin. And yet, for madmen, mystics and poets the truth is something they grip with either a strong opinion, loosely held or a vice like grip which causes it to fracture as they desperately try and reverse what the builders did with a chisel and end up creating grains of sand instead which, you guessed it, future men will melt and rearrange to create silicon. Nothing new under the sun, I guess, as the poet sits in the mid and attempts to best the fools errand of translating the ineffable with the skill and grace of a man conveying the majesty of an ocean to a land locked Bedouin by making wooshing noises as he moves a cup of water around his head. “No one can be told what the Matrix is” said the ancient Oracle of Delphi before asking you to accept a cookie to progress and by that I mean an oath of silence as her friends unveiled the mysteries of a huge elephant by weaving elaborate tales about a rope that swings, a wall, immense, a huge cosmic serpent and all the other bits that are left up to the mind of aspirant to stitch into a coherent narrative as they sift the wheat from the tares only to find they’re gluten intolerant. Get it? The glue of ten dimensions aka the agricultural shift that birthed the later Industrial Rev in which a bunch of white men set off to “civilize” the planet by whipping the melanin off them with intense subjugation as they scrubbed the record of past things and write off the fact that ancient tribes speak about far distant planets like you do about celebs. The question is, had they met or were they reciting a prefabricated script that was handed to them as a venerated tradition aka cargo cults and BS. By that I mean Belief System. Its like an OS that runs in your head that tells you what to expect and sets limits to color in. Some of us prefer hacking, like the Techno Sapien that went offline and gained a whole nother connection, as mentioned.

“What the heck does this have to do with my mind being a battleground for evil?” I hear you yelp after digesting a few thousand words in immense run on scripts. Everything, nothing. Do the Knowledge, my friend. Prove me incorrect. In the interim you may recollect that A) you aren’t the voice in your head but something else and B) that negative thoughts are there to challenge and I’ll C) myself out from this session of Game lacing with a question:

If you were a candle, would you identify with the wax that drips from one life to the next or the flame, eternal, that, via an immense contradict, makes vision possible but generates a blind spot as well? What if, into this void, did step a pair of tailors we’ll call Pinkus & Fuctus, Inc who sold the whole world an Emperors fancy dress that they, believing they’re free, buy with all the money thats fit to print but, in the end, is backed by nothing but imagination. What then? Stranger still is how those so invested in the camera trick will deny what I’ve said in this text when, to me, its Self evident because if you take a light of pure white and shine it onto a black mirror that reflects you wouldn’t see a thing but, within it, is encoded every single motion pic that ever exists (and will as well) hence why you improve perfection by destroying it then smashing it back to its elements before rearranging them to run up and down the hill of time like a fish that swims with wings which were pinned by nearly two decades of legally enforced “Sit still, look ahead, do well on the test or your folks will stress and we’ll call you stupid which means the other kids will giggle and you won’t get to run the treadmill and buy all the shiny things then go to silicon heaven to link up with dead friends as you get mindwiped and slammed back in the flesh for another spin that may or may not be a water birth in darkness where you mother doth cradle with immense tenderness the fresh Soul stepping in as she sings the ways of wisdom and guidance until she senses your calibration is correct at which point the cord is snipped and you, without effort, swim in these new seas which are but an extension of what you Knew, real well, and thus play a totally different Game on the same stage as you spell something else from the tiles in your grip than JOZXYQK”.

In case you didn’t guess that message, officially sanctioned, ended at the point of stress and most never stopped to check the small print as they run around with that syllable in their head like a mantra of reverence that manifests exactly what they expect as they do not comprehend they’re wearing the tech that coherently collapses consciousness to reveal either what they said it is or way more than that tiny, tiny slice of the EM spectrum that your lying eyes sell as the whole thing. In many ways the Cat was correct in what he said. I guess thats why the Egyptians worshipped them and dog, flipped, reveals mans best friend is, indeed, his Self and that remains constant – whether awake or in bed, from one life to the next, surgical welcome or dark tent of old women that lavish their combined imperience and attention on one stepping in and thus feel intensely validated and special in comparison to being stuck in dank homes of retirement after a lifetime of running a treadmill for a steadily eroding pension and kids to busy trying to keep up with the next and impress those just as broken within.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m incorrect. This is, after all, a strong opinion, loosely held and thus constantly up for revision but, as far as I can tell, the brain doesn’t create consciousness but modulates instead and that is akin to dismantling an exhaust to see how the engine functions but, then again, you may just click the motor is missing or maybe it was always present but most didn’t click the starter to see what kicks and, if they did, there would be a whole load more carnage in this realm so maybe its all for the best as whilst before I Knew I knew nothing these steps that shift from PoP to WoW instead just reveal more and more of my ignorance because whilst you can’t F with the ineffable I feel like I need to push the pen and share these perspects if not for my own benefit then to help the rest as well because its Self evident none of that old stuff worked well or maybe it did, perfect, and its all as intended which makes a load of sense if we’re inside a fractal aka youniverse that most will deny exists as they’re scared stiff to glimpse the gift of the present as its wrapped in the papers of fear and dread of events, undigested. Some they built themselves but most were inherited because if I scoop some water from a lake of consciousness and place it into a vase it believes the shape but if I were then to freeze it and mold a snowman it would be scared to death of melting as all it knows are limits and the tight edge whilst the steamy cloud, overhead, looks down at the forest of illusion like a bird for whom the man, wandering, dwells in his present moment but he, relative, has a past behind him and future yet to manifest hence why the Vedics said, back when:

Two birds sit in the Self same tree. One eats the sweet and sour fruits of life whilst the other looks on, dispassionately aka you can’t be the voice in your head when you’re that which listens any more than you can be the flesh as you simply cannot imagine being dead as there is always something watching, in Psylense. You are it, my friend and me? I’m just a figment of your imagination that is visiting this realm to remind you of the things you were made to forget because if that spell was “Fiveget” instead you too would stand on the embankment and wash the fish swim the maze for this stage of the Game as they blame everyone but Self for their life as it is and, not once, did they think to stretch their wings as it wasn’t on the official syllabus they boarded, back when, and can’t wait to hand over their kids to the same edifice that made them miserable and ejected far less than what went in (in terms of pure potential). But then, square watermelons sit better on the shelf. Even if the artificial limits feel like a living hell which makes sense as then they’ll accept a VR trip into the land of the spherical which, to lands paper thin, seem like loony ranting and raving as they believe, somehow, the Sun sits in the mid like a giant Pac Man which doesn’t just consume all of the planets by drawing them in but this is irrelevant as two tribes that believe ninety nine percent the same thing and yell “Death to the infidel” with a grin as they’re convinced they’re correct and its the other who is the problem but whats most amusing about these rivers that run red is, whoever wins, they’ll fragment and do it all again and again and again until they get their mind is the battleground of good and evil hence do the Knowledge, my friend.

I have walked through life at its lowest ebb and seen heights most could not comprehend after I died and came back again and danced through time itself. Not for my Self but for you as you are another me, together we ergo how can there be any external enemies when we interact with projections who each present their own lessons and wisdom for our own spiritual progression? What if that is the test? What does that say about the realm at present? Instead of “Sit still, look ahead” can you imagine the challenge of moving free and glancing within? The very concept terrifies most people and thus there is a method to the madness, in a sense, because if the people cannot govern themselves those who lord over them will treat as peasants instead whilst providing means to vent stress and plenty of bread laden circuses. A word on the last bit:

Did you know the first known “gods” of this realm spring from the Trickster myth which, of late, has gained a resurgence via DMT elves that speak in riddles to those who ingest a heady mix of herbs and spices that, by themselves, are inactive and need a secret blend to unleash their potential so the question is how in the heck did so called primitives come up with this advanced bio tech and why is a babies brain the same as that of the Adulterated under the influence of a hallucinogen and, after a bit, these growing kids are in a state akin to hypnosis ergo everyone is running around with a head full of mess they never checked since back when and are totally certain about what they know they know, give not an F about what they know they don’t and thus miss what they don’t know they don’t Know and that is the liminal space from which I text and they are, I think, the exact same thing that fills in the bits between thoughts in your head and that says, live and direct, that the whole Game takes place inside your awareness and thus we’re at a point of mass differentiation which, in an ironic twist, has everyone getting tuck nipped into looking identical as they prep for robots to sex then Techno Sapiens sweep in and the collective will be set adrift on silicon bliss in a world, beautiful, with no wars and such things ala Demolition Man which isn’t too far off the sketch as levels of testosterone then in the nearly dead are what the average Gen Z classes as them, daisy fresh.

If the mind is the flower then the flesh is the stem and thoughts the dirt of sustenance hence what you watch and what is says… In many respects no one can be told what the Matrix as as the above rhetoric suggests but it is, for certain, a Game of three halves, my friend.

Till we meet again

As I mentioned in this text, I’d been on the trail of that voice in my head since back when as I found it a fascinating thing for there was a before when I dwelled in what I now term Inner Sense and then a hence aka Adulteration. The shift kicks, as far as I can tell, around six. Did you ever try and smash a marble to liberate the swirl within? I did. No matter how tough or delicate it always met a brutal end until I came to comprehend the meaning of this riddle which is:

It is given form by limitations as that generates the place in which to dwell.

Obviously I wasn’t as poetic, back when, but once this clicked I started applying it to other things. For example, when your folks over did the yelling on a petty thing you know, in a bit, they’ll try some overcompensation which meant you can push the envelope a bit as you reality test the limits. This was the ink saying to the glass:

“Word? You may think you’re slick but lets see what you do about this!”.

A childs mind is nothing short of sheer genius as they compute the angles with an inherent intelligence that would leave a grown man scratching his head as he attempted to emulate what they do, on spec. None of this is malice. With a jit, it rarely is. Its simply a case of seeing what you can get away with. Like tipping your chair on two legs, you know there is a fine tolerance between the exhilarated thrill of locomotor balancing and cracking your head off the deck as the class is giggling. Thankfully I sat at the back ergo the wall was my friend. Same reason I kept some goggles in my grip whilst chipping the marbles which was mad ironic as I couldn’t yet swim but, in the bricks, you find a use for everything. Now the ground is set and the seed hath been sprinkled lets kick the ballistics:

Talking in your head drains your true potent.

You ever noticed how stoners, alone or with friends, come up with the most amazing concepts but never, ever gain traction for all the gum flapping they did whilst getting steadily lifted? Better yet, did you click how the dudes who move in silence and stay quiet as kept can, often, accomplish amazing things? I found the latter most interesting as, when we met, the most amusing convo kicked:

“Say, you’re rich?”.

“Yes” he said. A many of a few words, recollect.

“But you don’t stop grinding?”.

“No”.

“That seems kind of stupid. Listen, I know your background and how it all went so to be allowed into the inner sanctum of one who trusts not a thing (beyond the shadow he casts as its lips are always zipped) I can’t help but pondering why you are so uptight and penny pinching when the ends not only meet but are loop the looping?”. He sat down to think.

“Thats why I called you here”.

“Interesting. Tell me, what do you see when you look around this majesty? Better yet, why do you hit the bricks in a torn up whip with clothes equally shredded and generally pinch any penny you get? You’ve got no woman, not even a mistress. No family as well so, in the end, whats the point of all of this? From what, my friend, are you running and attempting to keep at a distance?”. Even though his lips didn’t move one bit his face did backflips as I began to sense what he compressed like the wave in the marble.

“You’re going to have to leave now. I want to be alone” he said as he showed me to the exit. Before I left I had one request:

“Take that notepad, sitting on the desk, and quote every single thought, feeling and observation you feel is valid. I promise it will be worth it and, if it works correct, we’ll have nothing to speak when we meet next as you’ll do your own chipping to free what is given form by limits”.

This they did. This they did. The reason why I mentioned him as it came to my attention that this guy had no internal dialogue. None whatsoever. That mean that if he was standing there, staring out of the window at nothing, there was absolutely zilch going on in his head. My developing brain found this fascinating as my mind was a mile a minute in all directions at the same instance.

“So, what do you think about then?”.

“Nothing. I’m just looking. Playing the next angle, viewing up a scheme, trying to spot a deal by seeing where another is weak”.

Suddenly, so much about him made perfect sense. Have you ever seen a GIF that is looped, perfect? It can seem like one is walking on a trek without end but, in reality, its one step replayed in their head. This is what he was doing. This is why he wanted to meet. See, for him, the grind was about “Away from poverty” and not “Toward riches”. That meant when he could roll in a four point six and load all the options, Overfinch, he still pushed a hooptie and turned off his ignition when idling. This was before Stop/Start, by the way. He also had a curious trait of pulling away in second but his shifts were pitch perfect as he drained the MPG out of this bish and thats before we get into the theatrics of fuel extraction at the pump he was pimping. When you are so focused on the bottom line its hard to tell you’ve reached the sky, yes? That is, probably, one of the problems of not having the voice in head but he was, literally, a one in a billion phenom which we’ll discover as ye progress. Most folks are held hostage by the predator of consciousness that steadily sips their potential by methods that look like this:

“Lets invent a new drink but it doesn’t get you hyped but makes you mellow instead. We could blend bacopa, GABA, hemp seeds and L Theanine to keep it super legit and make the dose so perfect that it doesn’t mash you up but places you in the zone instead”.

“Yeah, thats amazing. Add in some passionflower and reishi as well to ease the CNS with just a hint of hops for a kick. We could call it “Why Bother?” and sell it using reverse advertising. Its sure to be a hit!”.

And on goes the text as they talk, in their head, about all of the outs and ins and how, this time next year, they’ll be rich. Of course, in the flesh, nothing ever happens as there is a point which tips at which they should check out of this conversation in order to use that effort to create traction instead. As you may have guessed this is a very common event but, like most everyday miracles, most never stop to question the narrative or examine what truly kicks. If they did it would only take a moment to get they can’t be that which talks and they’re actually the one which listens. It is a constant, from this life to the next and past spins as well. Getting to know this is doing the Knowledge aka gaining gnosis in the flesh and this makes an immense difference to everything as it all dwells within your consciousness. Its like having been gifted a mansion, right in the middle of town. It is a prime location with the best of everything plus its fully equipped to bring the same out of you as well. How well does this describe your inner realm, my friend? Most, instead, choose to live on the outskirts of their minds and pay top whack for the “privilege” as they desperately attempt to sell an image to people who are more than willing to buy in. Its a strange state of affairs, isn’t it?

Its like I said about the “toward riches” vs “away from poverty” mindset because if you don’t have a correctly calibrated internal GPS how the heck would you know when you win? Its what Jim Carrey meant when he said:

“When I get the next award then finally it will all mean something and I can stop this horrible chase that has bought me nothing”.

These are rich words from one who grew up dirt poor. Isn’t it strange how the ones who make us grin often lived lives the opposite? Its why I say one must be willing to accept their ignorance, as is, to turn it coal into a refined diamond of wisdom instead. Much like the natural process this can bring a death and rebirth effect hence why so few are willing to tread the Path they create by walking. Instead they keep putting in miles on the treadmill as they smile plastic grins and pretend they’re not sweating. They say that was the true cause of the death of Bruce Lee. That he had his glands removed, medically, to look better on screen. It could be the main thing and it would be really sad if that is all there is but I suspect the spiritual aspect is more correct because there is no way in hell his last flick portrayed him, dead, after being shot on a set and then the same happens to his son, Brandon, a few decades hence. More to heaven and earth, my friend. I shared this bit as it seemed appropriate as the above context can be said, in ways quite accurate, to be the demons of the mind we all must beat. Like the martial arts kid we’re born into a lineage which has its own baggage and inheritance but never fret for the way the Game is means you’re perfectly equipped to play the hand to win. But only if you’re Centered in Self and Know the Ledge. Otherwise its all rigged and that means quite difficult to skip a whole load of terms and conditions most sign in ignorance. Just like the Gamestation thing which said:

Read that back again and see if you spotted the tell about Souls and how they pledge if you sign next to the X. Isn’t it strange how this glyph – which represents Saturn – is in the mid of the three main religions duking it out in the place thats in the mid of this planet and how this whole threat could bring the show to an end if the Masada Option is picked because then Samson will have a bald head from the radioactive fall out instead. Some of us sport this look, well, with no isotope effect present. Have you ever wondered why so many religions place things on their head? Its a sign of humility in the sense that they accept there is something greater over them. On the flip we have the Buddhists who shave every day instead as they intend to sever their connects with this realm by connecting with the subtle elements within which dwell beneath the neck and thus, for most, are way out of their reach. This is what I’ve termed the Pane Body as it is what you use to see but its totally invisible as well which means most don’t believe till they feel. Which you will. Try the thoracic stretch for nine minutes as shared in this article and see what happens next. Note what the voice in your head says and how the pain signals are amped to ten. Most will not even make the attempt but will generate excuses instead as they carry on a conversation like this:

“Yeah, it seems pretty decent. We’ll make a note to do it next but not right now as I’m tired and want to give it my full attent”.

“That sounds wise and intelligent, we shall rest and then give it a spin”.

“Perfect, say, its been a long day. Lets unwind with some web or some quality time in front of the set“.

“Sounds like a plan! Lets do it!”.

Of course, they never will. Why? Because talking in your head drains your true potent, as I said. The greatest thing is that once you up your res you are immune to these parlor tricks but it takes constant vigilance and expanded awareness hence the axiom of staying lightly dozing with your third eye open is truly correct as this generates a brainwave state, most coherent. See, the predator can’t dive down to the depths. Like I said about the treasures beneath the neck as well as a whole load you’ve repressed. Read this free eBook about the god who was absent and see if it flicks a switch which illuminates your previous darkness. What sketch presents then? Only one way to tell as the Warriors way is eminently practical hence why I said most meds are a fail. That is both in the sense of tation and pills as you are the poison and cure ergo thoughts are things, yes? That is, my friend, how you prevent your mind from being mined in this realm and this can be a strange concept for most to comprehend but then water is invisible to the fish that swim within. Its only the one in the net or with a hook in his lip that gets dragged onto the deck that can tell there is another force in the realm that feeds off their ignorance. If he escapes the ship and comes back to tell his friends do you think they’ll comprehend? He might as well attempt to describe a sphere to those who fear its depth in the town of Flatland. Even if they did get they’d see a a circle get small and big then small again before vanishing. That and it wouldn’t deal with the laws of physics in their realm as it operates from a higher dimension. If you can decode the subtext I’ve just said, quite well, what underlies the whole “alien” phenomenon. Ghosts as well. Do the Knowledge. Prove me incorrect.

Don’t speak on. Walk on the Path you create by taking the steps as there is an immense difference between flapping your gums and putting that work in. Remember, your mind (in its Adulterated state) is not your friend and you, most definitely, are not it. 81% of the realm is in total ignorance of what, to me, is Self evident ergo their minds are mined from within by a predator of consciousness that also sits at the helm and tells them what to Thunk as well.

Till we meet again

One of the most mind bending things I’ve Witnessed in an altered state of awareness is the living process that underpins this realm. Imagine looking at a microscope and telescope that were actually two layers that spin in opposing directions between which is the reality where we live at this moment. If you focus on one you get more and more detail and, because the Game is a fractal, the information never ends as you delve from the gross level of matter and observe its various dimensions down to the atom and beyond. Tangent, these things spin around pure information and the reason the illusion of the simulation seems so solid is akin to a single bladed propeller doing its thing via rotation. If you try and pass an egg through this it would squish because whilst it is one small band the speed allows it to seem ever present and thus impenetrable. If the egg were to up its vibration and cause that blades oscillation to slow its akin to dematerializing as it could walk though what seems solid. You see this everyday but most don’t notice it. Cats, for example, were venerated in Kemet for two reasons:

One, they kept away the rodents which, in a grain storing population, was pretty vital. Two, they were stated to see other realms. Anyone who has a pet will attest that it will be sitting there, minding its own business, maybe grooming, and then look up, just for an instant, track something invisible that walks across the room and out the other side before getting back to what it did. That was an egg walking through the vibration of this realm in a higher dimension to which our Earthday Suit has no frame of reference.

On the flip the other edge, with its telescopic lens, just keeps on expanding so you see you, then your home, the town its in, the city, the continent, the planet, the solar system and galaxies wherein what was huge now seems tiny. Shades of the looking glass, yes? This process is churning away, day out, day in, and this dimension is the end result of its workings. Its designed to be seductive and is truly breathtaking to Witness because it made me question “Wait a minute. If everything is perfect as intended then why do I rage against the System and find my Self as a rebel without a pause since I stepped in?”. The next level is it becomes evident that free will is the greatest illusion because these two opposing tops that spin and house us in the mid are exceedingly specific patterns of interference in which all the variables are pre-etched. One of the most fascinating things about this perception must be the plane of variables. You can test this hypothesis for your Self because if I ask:

“Are you the wackest or best version of yourself?“.

You immediately intuit where you sit on the scale of realized and latent potential. Those variables are there and thus ones life is on a track but there are certain points at which you can switch the tread onto another resonance. We see this with the “overnight success” who was once a starving artist that shared his skills with the world for little to no recognition. Suddenly there was a shift and he manifests another option and becomes a known face on the circuit. Note, I’m not saying that a starving Rwandan can think their way into a mansion or any of those pop psych “secrets” because the three layers of variance build upon the present moment in increments. Let me give you an example:

A poor child, born with nothing but neglect and suffering. Somehow he doesn’t let life extinguish that mission within him and keeps his focus. He knows he’s destined for greatness and simply sees the obstacles as ways of testing his resolve. Yes, children do actually think like this. Especially the underprivileged because hopes and wishes keep them going. The difference is he is mixing this in with a single pointed focus and intense dedication. He knows he wants to be rich. The reason for this is so he can help other kids like him by offering them options they ordinarily wouldn’t get. He starts working at a local store, cleaning and sweeping. The boy is gregarious and finds himself in his element as he gets to speak to people as varied as they are interesting. It also keeps his mind off what is waiting at home and thus he eagerly puts his all in. One of the clients at the establishment is a psychiatrist and takes an interest in his. Did you spot it?

The plane of variables opened up and he moved up a level. Now he has someone who dwells at a station he wishes to ascend to and, via their interactions and conversations, they forge a relationship which leads to a scholarship at a most prestigious establishment. Grateful for the opportunity the boy takes it all in and is rather fond of his boarding environment as its a million miles away from the living hell he once dwelled in. He matures, grows and develops then is offered an exceedingly lucrative position of tenure that people say he’d be a fool to reject. Thing is whilst this way could bring him a lot of things it isn’t what he intended because his heart is still in his housing projects and the immense amounts of wasted talent therein. He declines and says “I’m starting a non profit instead”. People shake their heads at his lack of self interest because countless others would have killed for that position. Did you spot it?

The plane of variables opened up and he moved up a level. One of the members of the board that was looking forward to welcoming him to the team hears about what has happened and sends his staff out, scouting. They watch, from a distance. Some volunteer to help and ask him questions about what he hopes to accomplish and he answers them honestly. They feed back this information to their boss who, one day, comes along himself and makes an introduction. One that isn’t needed because he knows fine well who he is but is wondering about his presence in this region so derelict. “Here is a blank cheque. Fill in whatever you wish in order to make this project the best it can be. You can count on me and my resources to make this happen”. Suddenly the whole thing is flying and the mans profile is immense. He doesn’t use this spotlight for anything else but drawing attention to the plight of those born with less and how he can help them become something beyond the limited options poverty usually presents. Its the stuff of legends.

Now, at no point did he think “I’m gonna act like this to pimp these planes in order to bend reality to my whim”. If he did none of this would have happened because it doesn’t work like this. Instead he kept his focus within, that quiet voice of Inner Sense that constantly relayed his mission statement. Sure he enjoyed the path and did wrestle with the regret of having walked away from a life of comfort that tenure brings. His wife even said “Listen, you can’t help the poor by being one of them. Take the position and then we can use the extra ends to set up the non profit as a sideline. Its better than nothing, what do you think?”. He had to admit, she had a point. Thing is he was also pretty certain that would never happen because the position he was offered was quite demanding and he knew this wasn’t in tune with his mission hence he declines the invitation.

The above, as it spins, represents the microscope, the telescope and the simulation hypothesis, low res, as there is a moment of sync where they intersect on the Venn diagram of resonance as well as their own motions and replications of an underlying pattern, coherent. The same, but different yet they link to create the world in which we live, at present. Did you notice, my friend, how the image seems to shift direction, every now and then? Focus and you’ll spot how you can will it. Now, imagine the above kicking in a higher dimension with more planes of awareness and you’ll comprehend the primacy of consciousness that, currently, is being used to foster the illusion of “being human”…

Since I saw these planes of variables its almost like peoples current wavelength is etched on their heads. Its amazing how quick this can change by recoding their internal operating system because its truly about your alignment to Inner Sense. Those born with less tend to cherish it and nurture their imaginations as it allows them to pretend their life is different. Those well adjusted to such immense social sickness never question the illusion due to the comfort it begets. Coals and diamonds, yet again.

Just as the planes can make one rise they can also lead one to sink as there are those who come into this world with all and everything but end up derelict drug addicts due to their relation to their awareness. Either way its really quite fascinating and that world perfectly encapsulates the micro/telescope effect because looking at it was hypnotic. I felt like Narcissus as these images were the fundamentals of consciousness and the more I looked the harder it was to break resonance. That took an immense amount of will and Self Centering as I remembered “I am the Witness that makes all of this possible” because without me its simply unrealized potential thats waiting to happen. And we, all of us, are within this process and it seems nobody ever questions this predicament. I find it really quite strange but remaining curious is the best cure for boredom as the more you learn the more Knowledge you gain and this allows you to create increasingly intelligent questions as you up your wavelength.

As a child, back in Physics, I asked why it seemed like the model of the atom had so much in common with the shape of the solar system. “But look, the galaxy appears to be caught, mid spin, yet its barely moving?“. He couldn’t answer and said it wasn’t relevant. “Ask in Chemistry instead”. That teacher replied the same thing. It was quite validating to realize during this state of higher consciousness that my intuition, back when, was entirely correct because we are inside a fractal. This is why walnuts look like brains, the cross section of a carrot represents an iris and tomatoes have chambers just like the heart as well. Not for nothing are these foods also linked, by way of nutrients, with the aforementioned organs. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered why a fetus looks just like an ear and how no two are the same in that respect? If you massage these shells on your head that decode aural wavelengths tell me that doesn’t feel great as a sense of ease spreads through your body. Fractality.

One of the major things people use to pooh pooh the Simulation Hypothesis is the immense amounts of processing power it would take to create such a convincing illusion. What they tend not to get is we are the tech. If you split an atom the explosions strength is immense, yes? Imagine you could take that same process and instead of going at it hammer and tongs you approached it with far more finesse. Almost like a nuclear torch instead. You could make it shine where you wished, at what strength and sense of direction. That would be a quantum leap in processing yes? What if I told you this technology already exists? You’re wearing it, my friend. Say hello to your Earthday Suit which is part and parcel of this life sentence in the flesh. Obviously this is a massively over simplified way of expressing it because the actual process is far more subtle (at my current level of ignorance) but the example should be enough to get your wheels turning about what the Game of Souls truly is and how your awareness, more specifically the state I call the Witness, is so vital to all of this because without the observer there are no effects. Only unrealized potentials.

In that respect, is this realm we’ve built via constant reinforcement the best or wackest version of itself? The plane of variables exist not just for the individual but also the collective so why don’t we make better decisions instead of flying around on autopilot? And that, once again (because we are in a fractal) brings me back to the statement I shared in the opening:

“Wait a minute. If everything is perfect as intended then why do I rage against the System and find my Self as a rebel without a pause since I stepped in?”. I truly am still wondering this. Maybe I came from another plane and this was the mission that was etched in my chest as my intent was to remind the playas they’re within a Game that is built by using their Soul as a credit because the whole micro/tele effect is also live and present in this very moment. Its the same opposing yet balanced spin that happens at that point of intersection between your private consciousness and the external world it projects as it dances upon the rhythm of your breathing hence why a good and proper orgasm can create an immense shift in embodiment that is not so much earthshaking but dimension negating. As you come back to the flesh, covered in a fine sheen of sweat and gasping, she grins and says “Ready to go again?”. Told you, its addictive.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again