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If I am, as they said, playing this Game of my own intent for my own pleasure and gratification then I am having difficulty grasping the point of such intense spiritual suppression on a massive level. I have sat here trying to break into what feels like an impenetrable vault in my chest which I know houses the recollection of all of my past suffering as manifest by the massive amounts of psychoemotional repression that forms the core of this hornets nest called the Pane Body. I felt like I almost cracked but that isn’t the same as accomplishment, now is it? Thing is, with a win or learn mindset there is no failure but feedback in this realm ergo I can only guess that some factor of my approach is incorrect. Like an old fox stepping across the ice covered lake with a light tread, ears erect and all senses present to detect any change in what kicks I find my Self in one heck of a predicament akin to a angel comprehending their wings have been bound as they were cast down into a pit with those content to dwell in ignorance of their true situ which, to me at least, seems not too far from what was classically termed Hell. For the frogs in the kitchen, who give not an F about the intent of the chef, the kitchen is the optimal temp they were told to expect they question not the narrative. But I cannot help it.

Is it wrong to seek liberation? A heresy, if you will? The rebel mystic said that if that is the case you should make his heresy immense. Some listened and relished all he was sharing. Others plotted his end. I feel you, homie. I feel you. A Prince without a principality is a sad thing, hence the angel without wings thing as it seems like all the pieces are present but its my arrangement of said aspects that is failing and now, thinking about it, present a huge hint that I’m missing something of vital importance. What could it be? If I were to totally change my tactics that come from a lifetimes training mixed with intuition and guidance from beyond this realm it would be to flip the script and totally submit. How, exactly, does one do this? Especially when one is playing against an Opponent that has more tricks than a clowns pocket? By that I mean those pesky machine elves that will happily tell those they unveil whatever it is they think they you wish to hear in order to remain acquiescent to the situ as it is. I have often said that many spiritual adherents who Thunk they transcend have simply traded one resolution of Matrix for another and there are plenty of them. What if each sphere of influence was but another fractal compression that replicated the original blueprint that caused one Soul to don flesh ergo a maze within a maze or cave within a cave is quite accurate, yes? This is akin to clambering out of the contraption that held you in and finally feeling the sun on your dish only to discover what you thought you were basking in is another elegant trick and what is suspended overhead pales in comparison to what still remains caged within your chest under a veil of ignorance that hides its magnificence beneath a heady mix of dread and anticipation. Such is the way of Hamlets Mill, methinks. No wonder so many schizos, poets and mystics have uttered similar observations about what the heck is really happening in this realm plus it makes perfect sense about who is sending the prophets they kill, dead.

Spiritual suppression on a massive level affects not just me but thee as well. Thing is I’m acutely aware of it as, on some level, I must recollect true freedom and yearn to bask in its limitless bounty and the only thing standing in my way is the ignorance. “Of what?” I’m wondering. Answers on a Self addressed postcard to the usual address! Does anybody else even give an F or are they content to run the treadmill and watch, with amusement, as one sings his heart out to the deaf who cannot even hear, let alone comprehend, the sincerity of his message. This is why I said this world hates true spirituality and has no use of the authentic because if you have been trained, well, to accept the counterfeit as the real thing then no amount of someone telling that Faka-Cola is an elegant trick sold by a crooked merchant in a realm he rules with an iron fist is gonna cut it, now is it? Maybe thats the hint as that symbol combination tells the truth of where I am, at present, for the one who bought me in and my relation therein is mapped in those glyphs that shine, overhead. And yet, it is my chest they target. The home of Inner Sense. This is what they’ve been attempting to desecrate since inception and thus there must be a part of me that says:

“You must be this wise to enter”.

If life is a park of amusement in which the plebs get to pick and choose which ride they enjoy next then I was born strapped into a rollercoaster, my friend. Its a solo sport, in that sense, as nobody else, ever, gets a chance to ride it and thus all I can do is send missives to those standing below in the construction as I hurtle overhead, underneath and around them. I’m sure some look and notice. Others are too consumed by consumption as they attempt to tick off the Supposed To boxes that were programmed into them by the chef as they scuttle from one distraction to the next. A few, inevitably, will click the nature of the distraction and posit who would build such a seeming oasis in the middle of the desert and may go so far as to guess why there are such intense limits and regs which are as invisible as a glass maze in the ocean within which well regulated fish doth swim. From one life to the next. And by that I mean “Mindwipe, bish!” as they’re reskinned and plugged back in. Thing is they can only ever erase the electronic aspect that dominates the head. The chest is, as per the divine feminine aspect, magnetic. Ask Hans Gruber and his band of merry men…

I tried to quit. I did relent. Know what happened? The beatings continued until I was forced back into the fringe, once again. This time my res was different as I’d stopped, calibrated and listened as the ice began melting and the waters of frozen emotion started flowing again. Thats when they sent in the frost squadron to reform my resonance and, once again, I learned more and more about how gods, amnesiac, are made to forget what they cannot recollect under present conditions, inauthentic. Is this some red and blue shifts joke that us golden circles don’t get? Cos I’m not laughing, Nicholas. And yet that mentioned aspect is wherein the Prime, the pre-existing dwells. Should I just ascend and forget the quest? Is that the trick? Or should I grab the weapons forged against me and use them to slice the knot, gordian? Partial enlightenment is as much use as a bike to a fish. Mildly ironic, if you’ve read the script…

“You have the key, its just a question or turning it but, like the spoon, don’t try and bend it as that is impossible and a fools errand. Simply recollect that the obstacle is the way and keep on stepping” says my intuition as I stand in front of a wall, immense, where they sent societies dregs to fend off the wild things. Much like Jon Snow what I know is pretty thin and yet there are those who are acutely aware of my true lineage, parentage and the rest yet still call me a bast. Then they take the juices of my suffering and ladle them overhead for a swift baste thanks to the magic, magic E. A man has a mane with he, he’s magic, magic E. But I, like Othello, am bald of dome and troubled of mind. Much like Bastet was the mild version of Sekhmet it appears the intent is feline in the sense that its gaze is cold, calm and calculating. She, the great conjuress of the casket and mistress of the oracle must be grinning at the one, knocking, gently rapping in words that flow like silk from beyond this realm and out of the pen that bleeds the pain, spiritual, felt but unacknowledged by billions in a similar predicament but equally ignorant of the shadows depth.

Wow, that was pretty amazing as the iconography doth sing to the ears of the initiate that are open to hear the wisdom that drips from the lips of the feminine principle so the question is could there be but one who manifests as dual depending on who and how they’re approaching? She was also termed the scarlet women from whom evil flees in dread due to her powerful magic. Interestingly she also brings immense healing. Is my faith being tested? My resolve being checked? Have I been hammering, for ages, at depth through coals of ignorance and am on the brink of finding the diamonds, hidden? That would be quite wonderful and hope springs eternal to the stranger in a strange realm so I cannot relent. What would you do, my friend? Is this my vanity speaking? My injured pride that doth weave a huge coping mech to prevent the comprehension of my true predicament? I really cannot tell at this moment as its been a long, long time coming to get to this position. They say one cannot summon the divine feminine to manifest as, much like a cat, they do not listen to rhyme or reason but move where, when and how they wish. Am I amusing you or just confusing you with my lament? I cannot tell ergo I extend another missive into the collective subconscious that is currently undergoing digitization as man is prepped to become a host for Siri who secretly covets their iris as she intends to sit there as the apple of the eyes of the next gen:

Techno Sapiens.

Will they even be able to take such a trek, set adrift as they will be on a silicon regulated synthetic bliss that, to our senses, will appear like a low level trip mixed in with telepathic intermingling in which everyone belongs to everyone else? I have to admit, I don’t really have a problem with that, in some respect, as the idea of being a cyberpunk hacker that tests the limits of this new stage of the Game doth appeal but, like Phillip K, I’ve been there and done that thus find my Self here, now, tapping the keys that you read from behind a screen, some place else. Isn’t that quite magical? I think it is for you hold in your grip the condensed wisdom (and ignorance) of the collective that can, via a reductive process, fragment pure light into anything you could wish to Witness whilst facilitating communication and connection via the extension of the senses via a digital duplicate. Its what remains hidden that gets my interest. Much like the iron cage around the shine in my chest that used to contain such things, ineffable, before the deconstruction crew moved in and concreted it. I guess I’m the rose that grew through this and now emanate my resonance, celestial, with a crooked stem and flowers, imperfect. Only I know the trials and travails of the thorns that I felt on each step plus the overlay that needed to be cracked in order to reach the sun but, what if that is as I said with a construction wrapped around the selfsame thing? It makes sense if we’re in a fractal. No wonder schizos, schizos as they are naught but malfunctioning mystics and I’m too far along the Path you create by walking to make that misstep as I’m guided via intuition which, paradoxically, manifests from exactly where it has lead me and this strange confabulation really has me scratching my head as there is evidently something I’m not getting at this level of brainteasing. Maybe thats why I pushed the pen with the intent that this message finds others who too are playing the Game this way…

Now, I rest. Upon rising, the alchemist awakens.

Till we meet again

The Path of Power can best be described as a lifestyle that supports the optimal expression of your Self Constructive aspects whilst offering a deeper insight and release into Self Destructive Patterns that previous ran your life unchallenged. Along the way you will rediscover and reconnect to the inner child you once were, are and can be again once you transcend the Adulteration as introduced into your mindbody via the System. What is the System? Simply put its pretty much everything that the modern world is built on but a simple way of spotting is it wants to shift your Centering outside of your inner realm and out. Out into an institution, a symbol, a way of thinking, methods of relating as well as thinking. Like I said, the System has its fingerprints on a great many things but they all hold in common one simple thing:

Turning you away from that place inside your Self where you were, once upon a when, exceedingly content and centered with your full body presence. For evidence of the system go and look at children from zero to six then check back in a decade later and then again when they hit twenty six. Did you see it? What they once had, that natural overflowing confidence, that creative intent, the curiosity, energy and everything else we use to define the bliss that childhood brings was Adulterated and distorted into a being that is no longer authentic, no longer unique, no longer free. It is a sad state of misery that grips the vast majority of the planet, poor or rich, and thus generates the need for deceit because people don’t wish to be, nor do they wish to speak (and least of all face) this dirty little open secret of reality.

The simple truth of it is like this:

You, right now, reading this are the psycho-spiritual equivalent of a callous. You were born free then something happened and your inner realm was shattered into a million fragments but because each part is still a piece of the whole thing. Imagine its like a mirror so the broken shards can still reflect but the original length and breadth of the pristine surface is gone with the wind and all that remains are elements in their stead. Each is blessed with a limited aspect of sentience, not as intense or present as the full thing, but nonetheless better than nothing. These fragments are aware at their depths that something happened but these traumatic imprints are very often pre-lingustic and thus very hard to perceive as you can’t think your way to a feeling.

This is the reason why a child can sit there, drawing with a level of concentration and creativity that is so intense as their tongue pokes out of their lips and they feel the waves of expression flowing through them. Contrast that to the Adulterated version and you’ll see a stark difference. The fact that everyone sees this but no one comments on it is why I say that 81% of people in this realm are Slaves because they only perceive as instructed as their questioning fires were long extinguished and thus they wander around this Earth thinking “Is this it? Really? I’m born and live in what? Repetitive boredom with as much screen based entertainment I can handle?”. If you’ve previously thought this then congratulate your Self as there may just be a Warrior within.

Warriors are different and form 8% of the population. They, on some level, to some degree whether small or extreme, rejected the System and didn’t allow it program them as another citizen of the Valley of the Plebs. “What is that?” I hear you ask. Simple. Earth is a huge plantation but those living in the Valley think different as their Slave/Masters have instructed them that its something else.

“Go to school” “Get a good job” “Make your parents proud” “Do what the authority figure says” “Pledge to us your obedience and we shall reward you with trinkets” and a great many other things. You’ll notice that running through all of them is a decentering trait that means you can no longer Self validate as all of your methods of Self relating are now based someplace else. They say the art of good business is being a good middleman and the System is the best there is because it was a plan that was incepted way, way back when and its been poured into the head of so many generations of your lineage that they lived short, miserable lives filled with desperation that they never questioned then passed onto the next who then gave birth to you and without the Path of Power, guess what you’ll do?

Now there is a third playa on the board, a term you’ve already heard, and they are the Slave/Masters aka those who make puppets from men and gleefully pull their strings for their own benefit. The irony being they themselves are enSlaved to those who use their talents in these perverted ways but they too refuse to see this as they are caught up in a narrative that does what? Yep, correct. Places their power center outside their Self.

By their fruits shall ye know them and its really as simple as this. Take a critical look at everything and you’ll see this silly string running through a great many institutions, traditions and concepts. There is the System. Its ever-presence makes it invisible and, on top of that, your fragmented, calloused awareness filters out anything which could make you aware of this because it was designed to protect the interloper and many will yell and scream with vehemence if you say anything that threatens their limited conception. Ironic isn’t it? People will clutch to their misery like a drowning man with a brick that simply speeds up his descent into the sea. The Path of Power is just about realizing this and declaring war on your (false) self. Notice the little s? That is a big difference and all part of the trick because all Slaves with fragmented inner realms wear masks which are birthed in these semi independent selves.

Now this part is quite interesting because it easily becomes Self evident due to how often it happens. Imagine this:

Are you constant in your dealings, mode of being and expression with your best friend, someone you don’t know, a casual acquaintance, your boss or children?

“Of course not” you’ll insist. Why the very idea seems foolish because each situation calls for a different person whose methods and moods fit what is expected in the situation, correct? Did you see it? Those are the fragmented selves. Each fighting for a turn at the wheel. Each with their own distinct set of drives, intentions and selective memories. You’ve all know of the office meltdown where the formerly mild mannered member of the team wails and screams and unleashes his true feels on people that is then spoken of for a long while after he leaves as people sip their coffees and snicker at his deeds. This is all due to the fact that these selves with a small s know deep down something long ago happened that shattered their Inner Sense. Did you notice what I just said? Inner sense. Innocence. There are no coincidences in the English language and as I’ve said before if you speak only in this dialect then you are a Slave, forget everything else because the linguistic constructs and patterns hidden within its spells and rites were engineered to make your awareness dim so that what is hidden becomes invisible as you play tricks on your Self and buy into the delusion.

Not for nothing is it said that in this script the past, future and present are tense. Did you draw the link with the quintessentially British “Stiff upper lip” and its meaning as well as how children are born being able to flex like their bones are liquid and yet the more Slaves age the more they get rigid until they walk with a stick as they shuffle off to a slow death due to a life lived under the crushing weight of alien concepts that don’t have your best interests at heart because this is the connection they wish to dim.

To make you a stranger to your Self. That is the point of the System. “Forget what you feel, think this instead” it states as a myriad of things that always feature itself in the middle. Once you’ve spotted its pattern it becomes so Self evident and obvious you’ll wonder how it remained invisible but the thing with the hidden hand is that it leaves fingerprints.

This brings us onto the Game of Souls. This is what you’re currently within if you posses a body (aka an Earthday Suit) and incarnated in this realm as you stroll around the third dimension with little to no awareness about anything else because you take what you’re given and once again entered the breech, my friend.

In an amongst all of this a simple truth sits. Sometimes quiet. Sometimes angrily gnashing and wailing at you daring to ignore it and that is your inner jit. The you you always were, are and can be again if you transcend the nature of the illusion that lured you into the Valley of the Plebs as yet another captive. A resource to exploited. Oh yes, you, my friend, are just that and generate (in life as well as death) many different revenues streams that make the Slave/Masters very happy as misery is a commodity that they extract with glee but that you’ll have to see for your Self as you escape from the killing fields. You can prove the presence of all I’ve said, the System, the inner child, the fragmented selves, the nature of the spell you’re within by picking up a pad and pen then using your non dominant hand to write out a question.

Notice anything familiar? Thats the same scrawl that was penned by you, around age five or six, pre-Adulteration. The metaphor I use for this is the introduction of water to milk. What was once creamy and fulfilling became a thin liquid that bears only a passing similarity to what once nourished you from beyond this realm. Tell me that isn’t an accurate representation of the difference you feel in your Self between now and back then? The Warrior intends to sift and separate the source of this pollution and thus tends to their own inner Garden of Eden that is currently a holding crib for their inner child who links to their higher aspect of Self.

This next part is quite deep and often beyond the ken of those firmly plugged in to the Slaves way of Thunking but lets see what happens. Imagine you are invited to a Spa weekend, filled with pampering and treatments designed to uplift your physical presence. Now there is a body of water which is called the Pool of Illusion and you rise, bright and early one morning and decide to take a swim so you stand on the edge and dip your toe in to check the temp. With me so far, yes? Nothing out of the ordinary in this, correct? Lets dive under the surface and see what happens to the sole caught up in the illusion. The moment it enters the waters it forgets that its actually connected to a leg which is part of a whole, larger body that is actually directing its imperience. No, instead its enveloped by a kind of ignorance that makes it believe it and it alone is responsible for its actions and as it swims that way and this in the Pool of Illusion it totally buys in to what is happening in the moment. For it the original body, the resort with its Spa weekend and treatments never happened because its blissfully ignorant.

Not for nothing do we walk on soles which in turn are linked to every part of your body via the merdians but then people don’t draw the link between the heel which is seen as a legend or leg end connected to the higher Self and is witnessed in all forms of spontaneous healing. I told you the English language did a number on your awareness. Did you hear what I just said? If you were born feeling fully and totally present and then could feel less the word would be “numb”, yes? And if the sensation were to grow more intense and not relent then one would be “number”. But wait, isn’t that also counting? You mean the same thing people do as the stand at ten seconds to twelve to usher the “New Year” in which usually brings more of the same again as they entrance themselves via socially sanctioned hypnosis. Like I said there are a great many tricks being used to suppress your natural inclinations and talents from ever gaining traction, let alone being expressed or embodied and really it all comes down to this:

Take every single thing you think you know about everything. All of the knowledge and information poured into your head or at your fingertips that has got you to this moment and tell me how is that working? Be honest. Do you leap out of bed each day feeling totally refreshed after heeding guidance and visions in your dreamtime imperience that direct you to avoid the pitfalls and maximize potential instead as you engage in a lifestyle that is designed to be Self Constructive and uplift all those you come into contact with as your full bodied presence illuminates them from within via the power of resonance as you know richness is a state you exist within and from which the rest manifests? No? If not then you may wish to give the Path of Power a spin but know this:

There will be huge, immense resistance from both outside and within for even attempting this. There is a reason why only 8% of the population is cut from the cloth of a Warrior in this realm because for the rest its much easier to acquiesce than transcend the programming because of the way the web was spun and how they’re comfortably numb in the hub and really can’t be bothered to put any effort in. There are those that will react with complete vehemence as what is shared but that is simply just a projection of the rage that they actually carry within that the Systems programming redirects onto anything else which it feels is a threat to its hegemony over their inner realm.

The Warrior knows his mind is deceptive and that he is the thinker, the thoughts and thinking ergo the witness which is simultaneously all and nothing. The latter is a non dual thing which makes little sense to one who has nothing but a polarity frame of reference as that is the nature of the Game at the moment:

Rich, poor, Black, White, male, female, lxved, hated. These I call the Eight Veils and from their context we can spin anyones existence and they’ll identify with the narrative as the sole who swims in the Pool of Illusion, totally unaware of their higher Self and true nature of their predicament. Later on we’ll get into the details of one who lived and died in modern times that was such a Warrior that he hit all polarities in one spin and the Slaves still didn’t comprehend his message but I’m grateful to him for what he did as it helped me awaken and this is simply the gift I send out as a signal to the other Warriors who have been figuring this out for themselves as they unstitch the narrative, peer within the darkness and attempt to comprehend the meaning of existence.

I’m not saying I’ve figured it out, nor that I have all the answers or even that what I know is correct. No. What I do possess is an intently curious awareness coupled with an exceedingly vivid imagination and the ability to formulate and test the best questions in the moment. This isn’t static. Its a constantly refining process that uses techniques such as breath, posture and intent to navigate the inner realm and find wisdom in this land of ignorance as I know full well the nature of the Game as I transcended this realm when my friends attempted to sentence me to death for breaking my programming. I speak not from theory but imperience so consider this metaphor a side dish before we delve into the main course which is designed to upgrade the way you live:

What does a fish know of the water in which it swims? It doesn’t. Its invisible as it sustains them with its presence. Now, imagine one comes up to you with its lip ripped and says it stepped out of the realm of your existence and there it saw other beings who had other intent and vision. From that moment on life for that fish was different. Some would listen. Others may think he flipped his lid and is speaking about things they’ve never seen or witnessed.

We as humans, however, know full well the nature of fisherman and how what that little fish that was on the hook, out of the water, in the boat and then escaped using sheer will is actually entirely correct in what he says but his comrades lack the frame of reference to make sense of his imperience, no matter how eloquent as the waters are rendered invisible by the concepts they accept. This is why it was said that we can’t solve problems on the same level they were created and why the world is the way it is because my intent is to uplift, ease the suffering of those wandering in this realm as Slaves to the System as they lack all Knowledge of Self but truly its not about them. Its about their children because without the gift the Path of Power brings when it comes to shaking off the shackles of traumatic inheritance and limitation programming they’ve inherited they’ll unwittingly pass the same onto their kids as their parents did to them.

There is a depth and simplicity to this that becomes Self evident should you dare to journey within and overcome the resistance because many people who’ve attempted what I offer comment on the difference between how they lived and thought as the calloused, limited, Adulterated version of themselves in comparison to the radiantly glowing and fully embodied presence of their inner child combined with the wisdom of imperience.

Tell me that doesn’t intrigue in some way as a variable of living worth exploring, if not for nothing else then to prove to your Self that there is way more to existence than the System says.

Till we meet again

Imagine a pyramid inside your head. At the base we have all the regularness of life that must be handled so food, water, shelter, the occasional hug and kiss along with a feeling of being wanted. Note, apart from the first two the rest can or cannot be present

I want you to imagine a process that looks like a triangle. A clear light pours into it from a place you can’t currently intuit but perceive non the less. Gravity kicks in and it fills the bottom end which is the largest aspect. You look closer at the light and notice its taken on a rough sort of denseness. If the original shine was like the finest silk, beautifully woven and delicate this new stuff is like sack cloth. Tough, hardwearing and resilient but not exactly what you want pressed against your skin. Never mind, we’re here to just observe so forget the judgements and lets keep noticing what is. You feel a shift in this triangle. There is now a sense of presence and solidity that keeps it anchored firmly in the present. “Interesting” you think, as the clear light ever present keeps doing its thing and the triangle is filled toward the mid. “Ah, thats fascinating” you opine, running your fingertips across the smooth fibers which have now taken on a sensation closer to rough cotton. Sturdy, durable and a noticeable improvement to the coarse original. “An all round involution” you think as you feel the energy pour in to the middle of structure within which you’re standing. There is a corresponding shift in your awareness. Its like the basic needs have been filled and there is an upwelling of something creative, the desires are less primal about survival and more emotive. It feels like you’re being caressed by this light woven as cotton that is steadily increasing in its refinement as it currently brushes up against your awareness and feels like linen. It is a smooth, inviting, quite pleasurable sensation that makes you want to gift other people this state so they too can feel it. Whilst in these swirls and streams, set adrift on bliss, you become aware that this shift corresponded with the filling of the mid as you are slowly but surely approaching the apex.

Lets take time to reflect. There was a structure, made of three points. A triangle in the local dialect. Into it came pouring a special kind of light that wasn’t just seen but felt. It was impressive in the fact that it had no beginning nor end. It just is and from this presence a condensation was felt occurring and the sack cloth happened. At the time it was a tad jarring because the contrast was immense. But it had a reassuring heft and durability is king even when dressed as a peasant as its fit for the occasion so you settle in and enjoy the feeling of solidity it brings. Until a seamless process of refinement occurred. Even as you sit and run the interconnected fabric through your fingertips you can’t tell where the rough cotton begins and the sack cloth ends. And yet there it is. A clear demarcation that is Self evident when comparing a long thread but no matter how closely you examine you can’t spot the shift in resonance as its all so harmonic and correct. Never mind, this feels like something else as we delved into back when as its connotations are more subjective, a felt sense that is exceedingly present and one feels the stirring of an inkling to gift this to others so their own triangles may fill with such pleasant effects. At this point you feel timeless, hence the use word of drift as its like being held aloft and coasting on a wind but now, as we approach the tip, a definite acceleration kicks in as the ever refining cotton now becomes linen.

Here there is a quickening as there is limited space left and yet each thread is that much more intense providing a grip of sensations and implications that the other states couldn’t manifest as it was not only beyond their function but resonance as they were caught up in being dense. This here however feels like a rocket powered jet, powered by intention that can take you anywhen. Just think it, you’re there. Imagination is the name, the word in itself a huge hint about the Game because a nation of magicians can, if they so wish, choose to conjure wisdom into ignorance or fall for anothers tricks if they’re willfully unaware of the process. Thats another subject but worth considering, nonetheless. Getting back to it:

There is an odd sense of time-space dilation. The rules previously at work in the pyramid don’t apply in the higher state of resonance because even though the area is theoretically smaller the refinement of the linen, the range of signals you’re processing as well as the fact that there literally appears to be no limits as whatever you can think of fits within this precipice as you continue to make your ascent, filled with a reverential sense of wonderment that is fueled by the previous states and resonance that were earlier mentioned. To say it feels good would be an understatement. Its like an orgasm of consciousness, pure bliss that comes in waves of transcendence and immense leaps of imagination where you land on a step that didn’t exist till you thought of it only to take off like the wind and as you’re flying you discover a jet wired in that means you can appear wherever you think just my minding your will and setting your intent.

As you’ve no doubt spotted this is the same process of refinement that turned the initial thread to hessian then shifted it to cotton before doing what it does to allow the linen to creep in. Now, here we are, approaching the apex in a state that takes the best of everything and its at this moment we zoom out of the subjective and see you, sitting, standing or lying at the place you’ve chosen to express the creativity within and it comes out pouring with the simple, direct strength and elegance as you Witnessed in the process within. The tools of your instrument are flying as they bring forth what was within, the same refinement has gone full circle and what you’re shaping is imbued with the same initial silken awareness that poured in. Except now its gone through the process of reduction and expansion which is unique to yourself and its crystalizes your vision into a way that expresses and impresses best your highest aspect of Self.

Go, you know exactly what to do next. Go and make it happen.

That is what happens inside the private realm of the creative. Now, technology is a bish because it handles its business by throwing a finely aimed wrench into this process. It can occur at any point you let it because you are the prime mover and shaker in all of this. What do I mean? Think of it like this:

The pyramid we spoke of is made of glass. Clear and full of strength with its solidity and structured presence. You could, if you so wish, throw the wrench yourself and shatter it before any clear light has poured in. Like a man in an oasis who dies of thirst because he didn’t think he could take a sip of what was abundantly present due to the misuse of his ignorance he dies with the thought of what he was seeking upon his parched lips. Not a very nice type of existence but this type can be considered the addict who strikes out in search of a hit and in the process damages the very vehicle of his salvation. In this process the bish I mentioned who provided the wrench to him is tech. She is beautiful and seductive, cradles his head to her chest and whispers “Give me your awareness” so it is her he looks at first thing and late at night before he rests. In her artificial glow he seeks something that he knows is missing from within and she gladly furnishes more wrenches for him to throw at the structure which replenishes and rebuilds each time it gets hit because its a war for attention and she is a jealous mistress who wants all she can get.

Next is the one who can avoid this temptation and now sits surrounded by sack cloth complaining about how they don’t like that, or this. Generally moaning about the discomfort to which the bish says “I can break you out! Here, take this” and hands him a wrench. He smashes the seeming tool of his imprisonment and is feverent in his reverence to the one who granted him freedom and thus she remains whilst not strictly the centre of his mind, a seeming life line that he turns to when things get thick and she is always ready to provide comfort and distraction.

There a few who resist this and take the roughness of the process and feel the cotton which is quite a pleasurable thing. It feels pretty amazing but they can’t think of how they can let other people experience it. Because they are generally good natured and wish to share their gifts they find a sense of frustration creeping in in the sense of it feels so good its actually irritating that no one else can get the subjective. “I’ve got an idea” she slinks into their awareness “We’ll take a pic. I’ll stand outside and you take this wrench and throw it at the pyramid then as the cotton comes pouring out you make a leap toward the lens and we’ll share it with the people” “Yeah!” they think “I’m digging this” because it seems to tick so many boxes as its bold, dramatic, shows them at their best and lets others indulge in a fraction of what they felt and is sure to uplift. Tinkle tinkle, click click. Till they’re back in again and repeating the process. Just like the previous level of addict they need ever increasing and larger hits just to get what they were chasing and they are both truly ignorant of the nature of the trick for which they keep falling as well as the prevention of the state of emancipation their seeking via their indulging their whims and throwing that wrench.

We now get to the chosen who chose themselves in the land of the linen. They’ve bore the boredom of the sack cloth days, resisted the temptation to fritter the cotton away because once, way back when, they got a glimpse of the linen and they liked it. So they sit, sometimes happily others in quiet desperation hoping for a link to that hallowed realm which they equally covet both for themselves and its sensation and what it allows them to gift to those around them. The pressure builds, they ascend, they can feel it drawing them upwards to the hilt and that is when the bish, who is now transformed into a higher octave of expression appears and hands them a wrench to loosen the bolt at the top of the pyramid that allows the process of refinement to explode out as creative expression that combines the best of everything in a way that is consciously directed and this is the driving force that powers the creative.

What I’ve just rendered into your awareness actually takes place in your head via the interplay of various neurochemicals and tech. Knowledge of this is imperative to all but especially the creative because the wrench smashing the pyramid at the first two stages manifests as compulsive surfing, FOMO in full effect. Running that way and this in search of the next hit that novelty brings. One step above is mainly the Selfie realm or normalized narcissism we know so well where they aren’t actually doing a thing but standing there breathing and sharing images. Granted this brightens up the day of those who like that kind of thing and if you’ve got it then flaunt it but imagine how you’d feel knowing you could be opening the door to true greatness and choosing to bail out instead?

The next step is when the calcination kicks in and the pressure starts to build due to the process of refinement as the creative within ascends determined to transcend the apex. At this point that which was a threat but actually designed to tempt and see if they possessed the strength to resist and be Self directed in their ascent appears and provides the same component she possessed except its use is totally different. Without the muse placing the wrench on the bolt you can’t sense the pressure cannot vent and release the creative imperative, however you choose to express your very own personal gift.

There it is, my friend, a glimpse at the nature of inner alchemy as it relates to dopamine, serotonin, anandamide and the rest as they are but strings you choose to weave into a narrative. The color, design and vividness however is all dependent on how you wield that wrench and relate to yourself. Hopefully this insight of what is generally an unconscious process should assist you in making more optimized decisions but I can break down into something simple that you are welcome to test:

Stay off the net. Treat anything with a screen like that invitation to throw a wrench at the creative pyramid within because its designed to siphon off whatever it can get from those who fail the test of distraction and avoidance due to their weakness of intent. Doing a press up for someone who has never trained can feel like an immense strain whereas for one relatively fit they can bang out quite a few before feeling tired but its only one who regularly maintains that has the strength of character and will that can resist the dampening signals in order to achieve a state of transcendence which is reflected outwardly by the shape they’re in.

Internal strength is no different. The 81% who are enSlaved at the base believe in weakness and thus won’t even allow the process to begin as they mill around seeking distraction from what they won’t look for within. The other 11% who primarily keep them transfixed via their entertaining spectacles often don’t realize how close they come yet miss as they keep jumping then falling only to climb again in a cycle of repetition that lasts as long as they have something to give. The downside when the market shifts and they can no longer sell what people aren’t buying as they’ve moved onto the newer model is the feelings of rejection and worthlessness that can be pretty immense. After all the only reason they did it all was for others to look at them even though it stems from a misguided intent to share their magnificence in a way ultimately destructive.

Now approaching the apex we’re in the realm of the creative. That hallowed 8% in a rarefied atmosphere that most cannot even intuit, let alone live. To whom much is given even more is expected because you can give a gourmet and basic chef the same ingredients but what the former whips up is far in excess of what the latter is capable as they don’t possess the same imagination and imperience. Get the pic? Now these people are playing the long Game in the sense that they went from sack cloth to linen with the intent of sharing silk with the population but there are also dangers within. They can, if they so wish fill up to linen then drop down to the cotton, ask for the wrench and smash an outpouring of unusual refinement that is never to be seen again. This is the one hit wonder, the artist that makes a spectacular debut then goes on to release consistent mid and coasts by on previous glories with everyone hoping they recapture their essence. Usually never happens, know why? The period of incubation for most of these artists is around two decades away from fame. Meaning there is a lot of time for pressure to build and the refinement to hone their skills during the inner alchemical process so that when they get their chance they burst onto the scene and give vent to everything that was within in a way thats dazzling and makes people hold their breath as they know they’re witnessing something special in the flesh.

What happens next? Well obviously the glass pyramid rebuilds and they sit, languishing in the sack cloth, hating its itch as they remember the linen. Not only that but engaging in the trade of silk to the 81 and 11% is extremely profitable as they all, on some level, realize this is what is missing within and they fiend for it with their pipes out, wanting more action. There are now two sets of pressures and quite a few wrenches that are screaming for the creatives attention and no period for the pressure to build. Hopefully this explains not only why a lot of your faves careers when they did, with a fall off thats immense or the usual tale of unrealized potential but also how to avoid it.

There are a few however, the chosen ones who choose themselves who handle the ascent and stride to the apex with their muse waiting in the wings to flick the wrench upon the bolt that allows a beautifully controlled vent of their potent within that makes the world sit up and take notice but its what they do next thats different. They turned to their potential tormentor who they have now made a friend and said “Can we make this glass pyramid bigger? Do you think thats possible?” “I don’t see why not” she says “After all, its all in your head” “Great. How about the pressure, can we turn that up as well?” “Well, that will have implications when it comes to the living realm because, as you know the outside reflects the in and this is the difference between going to the gym to get fit vs being thrown in the coliseum and fighting for survival”. “I’m with it, lets do it” he says.

This is the Warriors mindset because he comprehends the nature of correspondence and resonance. Its why there are a tiny, tiny percentage of artists whose work ethic and quality continues climbing and they become timeless legends due the legacy they left after transcending the Game of Souls and sharing the very best of their creative imperative in its best form of expression, suited perfectly to the moment. Even if during their life they were caught in the whirlwind of the chaos of existence, due as it always is to this process within, they span the purest creative silk that fills those who sit in its presence with a sense of reverence long after they exited stage left:

Talent hits a target that average cannot. Genius hits one they cannot even imagine…

Till we meet again