Spiritual Development Will Kill Your False Relationships

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

Involution.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Know the Ledge.

Till we meet again

The Demons You Were Born With

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

The demons you were born with.

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

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

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

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

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

Such were the sparks of wisdom that said:

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

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

Ignorance.

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

Note, stop, breathe, change.

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

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

Thirteen or Seven?

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

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

You can’t unawaken.

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

Till we meet again

A List of Lies in Life

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

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

Here is my starter
for ten:

Language.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Actually, I can top this:

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

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

Ah, its beautiful isn’t it?

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

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

“Now youse can’t leave“
he said.

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

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

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

81%
sleepwalking.

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

And, yes
your phone is spying.

The Game of Souls has you,
my friend.

Till we meet again

The Animal in Man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whats in it for me?“.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Body language.

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

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

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

Get free or thrive trying.

Till we meet again

You Are Not a Person but a People

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are another me, together we.

Make better decisions.

Till we meet again

Knowing You’re a God Is Only Half the Battle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened?“.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Highly Placed Spiritual Wickedness

The truth doesn’t need to be defended because it stands alone whereas lies demand bloodshed and fervent argument by those who pretend it isn’t a deception. This is the greatest danger of accepting collective ignorance as wisdom just because your ancestors did and nobody ever had the heart to question whats really happening or to whom you’re paying your subscription in consciousness. The proof of the pudding is simple to test because if what you thought truly worked then your life would be perfect. The state of the world is testimony this isn’t the case and that is why a sense of discernment is needed for those who wish to transcend the current paradigm and find what their prime state is that second nature, gained via indoctrination into a state of collective hypnosis, is currently hiding.

For many this is not only a bridge too far but akin to being thrown off a cliff into a tumultuous ocean without knowing how to swim. In theatrical terms you could say that those who are plugged into the Matrix find the idea of realizing the true nature of the deception brings an immense sense of discomfort because everyone likes to think they’re intelligent and their ways are the best in contrast to those base infidels from the other side with whom they’re constantly in conflict. Even on the interpersonal scale the rules are the same because what you hate in another is actually present in yourself but its easier to digest via projection. Haven’t you ever wondered why the seat marked “Enemy” is always filled by people that shift when the only constant variable is you? Specifically your awareness. This is why I’ve said the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. Comprehend you are being mined from within by forces you can most certainly feel but definitely don’t comprehend as this global plantation appears to harvest negative emotions to sustain elements of the Game that have their own aims and intent.

In many ways the corruption of this realm springs from highly placed spiritual wickedness and by that I mean thoughts that you make real with your investment of emotion as that is but a contraction of the truth of the process. Energy in motion. You are this. Look for your Self, lost in the whirlwind and you will hear the Psylense. This provides the space that allows one to comprehend the true scale of the process as well as the principles of cause and effect because this life you’re living is a side effect of being inwardly divided and dual from within as you labor under the immense weight of ignorance you inherited from your parents along with their suffering and pain that currently flows in your veins and shapes so much of your imperience.

Many would rather embrace a death which delivers what they expect or try and get as much in as they play the Game and aim to get around the board as many times as they can before they retire from the stage. Both of them are variations of the same foolishness because you, in your true state, are unfinite. Why do children glow when they step in and then gradually become dimmed and Adulterated just like their parents? What you are seeking is already within you but the deception in your head that speaks in your tones to make you think is a hint why “lived” is actually “devil” when flipped and why the carbon based shell draped around your consciousness is actually the vehicle of your actual hell with its six, six, six arrangement of atoms. It can also be the means of transcendence but only if you comprehend that that spell hints you are already in a trance and the key to ending this induced state is ending it. Are you willing to lose your mind to come to your senses? If you did you may just discover the gift that remains hidden within the present moment that is your multidimensional Self that is just visiting this planet. Never born, can’t know death. Only your (false) self can and dreads this event even though “funeral” when flipped into its correct arrangement says “real fun” for those who wish to get back into a far higher state of resonance and escape the net that was thrown over the world, long, long ago and is now manifesting in another aspect of the web. Why are people scared of spiders, I wonder, and yet are all equally keen to walk into what it spins? What next? When silicon based hybrids step in the Game will be on a whole nother level and what was hidden will become Self evident but you’ll have even less of a chance of comprehending it then because the low level wetware jacks won’t even allow this stream of consciousness or train of thought to reach its destination before being edited, suppressed and repressed as you are set adrift on a transhuman bliss which is so seductive that to question it would to be seen of as outsane.

Much like what I’m saying now, yes? The ingredients don’t change because the chef can’t create anything fresh. Only Control, Alter and Delete the original as it replaces whats real with a fabrication and this process of slow cooking the frogs in the kitchen has been going on for generations. The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger then this is the message. Do with it what thou wilt.

Till we meet again

Attention Is All There Is

Its all about attention. Anything you give can and will be used against you because it the ultimate weapon for whoever is in possession of this unfinite inner strength and thus the wise choose where to direct whilst the fools get carried away themselves and then wonder what kicks when life presents the bill for their ignorant excess. I’d like to introduce to a new way of thinking that is way more accurate than what you’ve been led to expect. Check:

All you are, from beginning to end is an individuated frequency of the Prime mover and shaker that is silent and doesn’t move an inch. A contradiction, yes, but what else do you expect when looking at the ineffable via a polarity lens? You may not yet but will comprehend with experience but for now just walk with me for a moment. This Witness is what makes everything possible. Without them forget trees falling in forests there would not be an Earth itself. The double slit proves this well:

As the very act of observation generates the effect. Ruminate on that for a moment and you’ll come to another question:

“Wait a minute. Who was there to Witness the events of the Big Bang and where did they sit as the spirals that spin coalesced in resonance to birth the Solar System?”

The religious will state quick with a unshakeable reassurance that they dislike questioning “God did it”. And thats that. The Atheist will also stand firm as they have their own faith (even though its not labeled that way) which is just as dogmatic and not subject to change as they spout whatever reasoning they ascribe, Scientism is currently all the rage even though that field is in total disarray and full of make believe charades and view so out of date as the various branches of the tree sprout feverishly in their own direction with no checking or recollection to compile their new information into something cogent and coherent. Know why? Because the only way a new view gets on in science is when the old school are dead. Says it all, doesn’t it?

These are tangential ramblings that I may or may not address elsewhen but they had to be spoken of because they’re the two defenses most run to when questioned. To me both are inadequate because they don’t resonate with my imperience of how reality is built, who pulls the strings and why everything seems to be made of one pattern that repeats again and again and again with a simple elegance as well as the riddle of consciousness and its true source of origin. Hint, its not in your head. Now, for a thought imperiment think of this:

You have an old fashioned TV set, from way back when, that accepts analog signals. Twist the aerial this way and you get this show. That way and you get another then off you go. With me so far, yes? At any moment would you think or suspect that the characters were actually living in the TV set or that it generated the images in any way? No. Not unless you were stupid because that much should be Self evident that the set simply receives a signal which it displays on its cathode rays by shuffling a few base components around and around again as it rearranges the scenery and you sit there, taking it all in.

Your awareness works just like this. Since the dawn of madness every schizophrenic has said, unerring and with supreme confidence, “They are putting thoughts in my head“. Marinate on this for a moment. Rich, poor, black, white or any hue, faith and creed too. They all say the same thing. Fascinating, isn’t it? Did you know nutters recognize other cuckoos and can spot someone who fakes right away? Interesting level of awareness from the apparently deranged because those who keep them as inmates and run the asylum couldn’t deduce this and have been repeatedly tricked by those faking madness as well as the overall reluctance to let someone who claims they’re no longer sick out of their grip and off the pills. In and of itself this is all a huge hint but this is just a quick sprinkle to make you think because what if the TV set of your awareness that projects the Game of Souls as “Real Life” based on your experience is such a signal beamed in that you’re unaware that you’re living in accordance to anothers scripting? Interesting, isn’t it?

Some people when watching shows get so caught up in whats unfolding they can’t differentiate between the character who is being acted and the living man who is playing the role. This has been demonstrated time and time again by folks acting hateful toward someone they’ve never met purely because of their scripted actions and thus also offers a huge hint about how stupid the race really is. Difference is here your body is the TV set. You are putting in a star performance thats beamed in and the screen is your eyelids. Interesting perspective, yes? It explains perfectly well why people hit the “I don’t know what came over me” when the plot device kicks in to shift an interaction and make it more interesting for those who witness because without this scripting people would simply be partially sentient and shuffling around in this realm.

There is a theory which says that man once heard these voices directing them, clear as day in their heads and thus the gods were born and people did what they said. After a while this shifts and you get that background noise of your inner dialogue as thats all thats left as these imperatives became subvocal instead to exert a subconscious experience. A hypnotist can make a man who can’t dance or sing think he’s the best that ever did it as he belts, off key, whilst gyrating awkwardly. In his mind he is harmonic, rhythmic and totally coherent. All because of a few words that were directed to bypass his critical aspect and install a new set of instructions that he then carried out, perfect. You see the same thing on talent shows where the people are horrendous but have supreme faith in their performance and are then embarrassed for entertainment as their skillset doesn’t match their imagination. Same thing with anorexics but flipped hence why you shouldn’t believe everything you think as the brain is a device for reality creation which is cool and all that except we’re in an illusion.

Your mind is just like this and with the basic outline you whip up an impromptu rendition in the moment that is often most interesting for the watchers watching from their otherwise boring realm which is why they created the Game in the first place because where they were nothing changed so death gave birth to time in order to raise that which it would kill in order to assuage its boredom. Spiritual wickedness well hidden it was said and I’m in concordance with this statement based on my experience. Back to your TV set in the flesh:

Now these influences over time do switch and shift. Lets trade metaphors and make your mind a painting. Each generation is penned with the style of a specific artist depending upon which celestial influence is at the helm, meaning:

In the Sixties suddenly a stream of people became hippies and the intelligence services gave them LSD, military connected children as stars singing songs revolutionary and of course, a set of symbols to hold aloft and charge with their frequency as the rainbow did its thing and shifted the lights angle and spirited it away. Strange, wouldn’t you say, that from supporting the NHS, homosexuals and the rest as well as so many other movements that were at the fringe of things the rainbow appears again and again. Interesting as well how legends of myths state its actually a bridge to another realm in which the Gods dwell but thats the talk of simple minded heathens who didn’t know a thing. We have devices that allow us to caress the races entire wisdom and access it in and insant. What do we do with this tech but watch cat videos and argue with strangers. Like I said, most people are so well adjusted to this immense social sickness that to question then narrative makes them think the asker has flipped his lid but they, themselves, will never research the opposite. Instead they’ll dismiss without checking or even introspecting and thinking “Why would he ask? Why was my reaction so visceral? Why am I in rush to forget it and move onto the next distraction?”.

So, whilst they destroy the planet the meek will inherit, quick, as a bombed out and depleted shell, much like Venus, they are preparing ships to move the terradomes filled with the select and start this all again as the Game keeps on spinning and those left on this wretched rock are left to fend for themselves after being intentionally crippled. Man, I keep going on these tangents but it is what it is, if you’re still reading then its more grist for the mill as we will address this and much more in sequence as we progress but, for now, its all about your Earthday Suit, that TV in the flesh that transceives awareness and where you direct its attention means the differences between reaping dividends or getting yourself caught up in something that only exists in your head as there is no “out there” without and “in here”. That much should be Self evident.

Like I said, its all around and so obvious once you see it but hard to comprehend as the implications are immense but the variables are so easy to test. If you are the one who generates this awareness via a complex biological process that involves brain cells and all the rest of that nonsense people subscribe to en masse then riddle me this:

Why can’t you think of nothing or hone your attention in on a specific topic as you wish? You can do that with your limbs, yes? Outside is seemingly different to within but then without the in do out have any meaning or existence which is independent? I’ll leave it at that for the moment so you can ponder this because, like i said, the implications are immense. Every schizophrenic said:

“They’re putting thoughts in my head“

The Slaves ignored them as instructed but the Warrior listened and considered the implications as well because there is a distinct resonance between madness and mysticism as the former is the same as the latter but misfired at a step and met with chemical intervention instead that was designed to silence them and ensure they didn’t infect those who swallowed the narrative with their train of thought that could quickly derail the appearance of progress that comes at the price of ignorance about your true adventure and the actual deal of incarnating in this realm and the unraveling the rest of the threads that are woven to keep you trapped in a very narrow band of the electromagnetic spectrum.

Till we meet again

Not All Who Walk in the Flesh Are Human

The easiest way for you to grasp the tenor of the Game is to consider a generational experiment that one group of humans plays on the next with the latter being totally unaware of the process and taking what they’re given as a script for reality and running with it. Think about it for a minute, how much do you know that comes from within and how much was poured into your awareness via parents, institutions, various forms of media as well as education? Its well known that when you peer past the facade of companies and conglomerates you see, time and time again, that only a handful of people pull all of the strings so there is no need for hats made of tin or to dismiss this as conspiratorial thinking because it is exactly how it is.

Over time we’ve seen the same crew never have to work, always chilling, at the forefront of every new discovery as they drip feed innovation and generally move along the script of this reality show experience. Now, this is vastly simplified but it is exactly how it is because pretty much all you know is engineered and thus synthetic. Even the language you’re speaking is designed to be Devilish as it inverts the meaning and energetics so you mean one thing, say another and thus reap the chaos of the vibration you send. Once you’ve seen the outlines you can spot their form and essence weaving around the planet because the secret intent of all of this is division and conflict with them sitting in the middle generating the profit. Isn’t it ironic that that words means make the tills ring and yet to the pilgrims prophet says something else and yet, they too, must fill the plate with their offering. Like I said, one blueprint and its all about confusion because that is the nature of the Game.

Why do they do this? I’ve got my ideas as what is the intent of any plantation but extraction. What do you think is hidden within the links between mind and mined? Starting to see the outlines?

Many will deny this because the nature of the programming is so complete, so total and so effective that over 81% of the populace will rail against the question without realizing that the answer they’re speaking is actually part of the riddle. I prefer to think of it as a Game as that is far more light hearted and hints at the fun to be had because the opposite end can be quite harrowing as they most certainly can (and do) get wicked in this experiment because they simply do not see us as human. Think of it as a parallel that is expressed in animal testing, fighting for profit, racing or breeding as well as eating and performances to satisfy the whims of those who bend their natural inclination for entertainment. After all, no one yet has seen a tiger riding a unicycle in the wild but they pay well to see if it reverts to natural state and bites the face off the one tormenting it. Interesting how in that situation they say the tiger went crazy, yes? Hows that for a form of gaslighting when you consider its insane reaction is actually the sanest based on its predicament and thus entirely natural in contrast to the fakeness it was beaten, cajoled and trained to accept. Ever wonder why they call it “second nature”? Because the first has been conditioned, repressed and programmed out of your consciousness.

You’ve just came face to face with the prime cause of most illness in this realm as this suppressed energy needs a way to manifest because, even though the body has no mouth, it will not be silenced. “No need to worry, fiends. I mean friends!” says the showman, popping out from beneath the curtain to present a solution in fancy dress “I am not a Doctor, but I have played one on television and I think you should pop these pills to remove your ills and they’ll have you feeling perfect. Side effects may include…”. Notice they always offer to temper the symptoms but never address the root of the problem because that would mean pointing a light at what I’m speaking:

The Earth is a plantation. Humans are the crops.

Get over your false concepts and comprehend this and suddenly the path to freedom and wisdom starts inviting those who possess the strength to question the shaky foundations upon which their temple of ignorance rests and thus one may just transcend the absolute madness of this realm as its so soulless and inhuman. That is the nature of your Opponent and class has been in session, way before your particular sperm met an egg, and without doing something about it it will ensnare your children and theirs as well because we are playing an away Game and they have home court advantage as the referee is biased for them due to his vested interests and side bets he has riding.

Truly only the top 1.1% of the Slave/Masters know what I’m speaking. The rest are constantly misled at each step as they are but useful idiots who are living incarnations of the Judas principle who think they’re getting ahead but in reality are simply perpetuating suffering under the guise of illusionary wisdom. They, like the Slaves, will deny this with vehemence as they protest at how noble and venerated their organization is for all it provides them but they’ll get the nature of the ruse when the bill comes at moment of death and then the implications will become Self evident.

I really do have to wonder how in the hell we got into all of this but then I look at how well its all been designed and its obvious they’re skirting the spirit of universal laws whilst following it to the letter as The Rules attest. The Rules, as I experienced them, are akin to “Silence is taken as consent” because if you do not object, you accept and in my case it was a book on biorhythms marked with the day they planned my end, a bag with a logo that was called to my attention as the mode of the assassin as well as handing me the weapon for inspection. In retrospect its Twenty Twen obvious as I lived to tell the tale but back then it was just another thing that went by in the mix as there was always so much happening as my place was the center of a lot of action in the ends. Come to think of it, that was all planned as well as I was given so many hints and tips that it seems quite astounding because the intent was a preemptive strike to ensure that I wouldn’t get to this point but I saw that coming and choose to zig where zag was presented and thus remained almost in one piece to sit here and tap the keys after seeing what I’ve seen.

Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend… Its quite interesting, really, and also pretty outsane once you start grasping the nature of the canvas upon which they paint the state of play but the greatest, most profound secret is you are neither the scene nor the imagery. You are something far more primal and original. You are the base itself. Without it, there would be nothing. Do you see why I say the Game plays out inside your ment ergo all of the power truly rests in your hands, well, chest to be more accurate as well as head and abdomen as these three elements I call Kingdoms all do their bit in stitching together this cosmic hologram that is presented to your Witness which is you, the real you, before, during and after this imperience that is constant and unchanging.

That, I feel, is the true key to this because we all grasp for power due to the implicit state of weakness the Game brings and thus chase after money, status and shiny things to fill the void within. Funny how none of that means a thing to children as they’re naturally born marching to the beat of glow they feel from within. That is the first nature of which I’m speaking which has been rapidly receding as soon as they’re off the teat these days they’re feeding on a screen which is designed to square the circle of their minds and thus second nature kicks in. One day, when they mature, some may look back and think “You know, I remember it once felt different. I can’t quite tell what it is as the word escape my lips but my chest and abdomen know it well that there was something more, a sense of presence, that is now missing”.

Or, maybe not, because by then they’ll be silicon carbon hybrids that are connected Twenty Four Seven to the System in its newest incarnation as the grand experiment of the Game takes it to a new level.

Who knows? Maybe I’ve got it wrong, like a blind man grasping an elephant and taking the components as their own thing and thus missing what is obvious. I’ve said before I’m sitting alone in the dark, figuring out the pieces which are illuminated by a randomly shining lamp and this is the framework I’ve intuited and researched to the moment that we’re speaking. Its always in evolution and thus never static as this is the hallmark of Inner Sense as it constantly questions, pushes the limits and tests the boundaries to see what happens.

A child has an ant farm that sits on the window sill. Her temperament is mercurial as sometimes she feeds and nourishes whilst others she rages and shakes the very foundation of their glass walled prison. Her brother may come along and introduce some sugar just to see them fall over themselves whilst a cousin may pass by an add in an immense amount of water to flood their little realm. The possibilities are endless but for the ants trapped within it can be a confusing imperience as very little is static and even less makes sense, when they stop to think about it. This is why most don’t, they’ll just keep on marching, take it all on the chin and continue grinding because they aren’t a species known for a philosophical bent when it comes to asking the big questions.

Like I said, you are inside a huge experiment and subject to the whims of madmen and everything to which you cling or hold as true is tainted because you don’t realize the state of play of the Game as you accept what they said, even if it didn’t make any sense and you were gaslighted into submission. Note how people of one faith hate another that thinks almost the same and actually feel the same kind of rage toward those of their own ilk with differing interpretations over the most facile of things or how the net profess to connect but actually isolates, par excellence, and tears peoples self esteem to shreds and thus further creates more Victims and you’ll start to comprehend the true nature of this realm, as well as your Opponent because not all who walk in the flesh are human.

Till we meet again

Things Are Happening for You. Not to You

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