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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

Would you rather have strength or force?

Really take a moment to think about this and then let me know what you’d pick. Some can’t imagine a difference and say both are interchangeable for one who has strength can force and the presence of the latter mean the former is a given. I know you aren’t so simple and are aware of a deeper resonance to the question so what do you think?

Simply put force is the ability to master others whilst strength is reserved for them who apply the same to themselves. Therein lies a world of difference to the wise and much confusion for the ignorant as they’ve been trained to believe that louder is better than quieter but isn’t that just a hint of how effective the trick is that holds their consciousness in its grip and makes them Thunk they’re it as it issues commands in their heads they don’t click are actually suggestions and can be negated or negotiated with? Thats strength. Force, on the flip, is yelling at the rest “I don’t like thing. Stop doing it, this instant, or you are worse than Hitler himself” before threatening to have them cancelled after you spent a day trawling their socials for a ten year old comment.

In many ways its one of lifes silent tests and we all pick a point of resonance. Some of the people with the most strength have least need to display it and thus many wouldn’t even suspect it exists. Thankfully I’ve had loads of in depth conversations with said Souls who have shared their wisdom and it made me realize the world is strolling around with its head up its rear end but being billed, real well, to keep the lights plugged in via some real life VR augmentation that no one seems to question. Even though the glow obviously dimmed… Not to mention the pain pills for their back which is hurting and all of the rest of the modern ills that makes them feel the force is within when, in reality, they’re almost totally devoid of strength as they have not overcame themselves. Ironic, isn’t it?

The very act of being triggered suggestions one is not Centered in Self because expecting another to regulate your emotions is nigh on ludicrous across the rest of the kingdom but it just goes to show how the Adulterated grip on mans consciousness creates a beast out of him that accepts ignorance as wisdom. These are the times we are living in hence its in your best interests to be in but not of this realm as it presents a slippery slope of foolishness that will end with chips in your dome and magical silicon friends that may just be hiding a demonic intent from beyond this realm as they intend to augment your helix with their presence. Suddenly old Billy boys “Control, Alter, Delete” protocol makes way more sense, yes? They say the apple doesn’t fall from the eugenist that selectively bred it…

In many ways the Opponent knows all about strength and force and uses them without relent to keep the herd in check as there are soft threats and coercion as well as blatant intimidation and scare tactics. The most mindbending thing about this, however, is the latter are used within their own enclaves and primarily against their own members in ways that send veiled threats to anyone who attempts going against what was said or asking too many questions. What do I mean by this? Ah man, that is an adventure in itself but lets just pretend that all the schizos in this realm don’t actually go crazy, organically, but are driven that way via this team that plays with their consciousness in ways most insidious and you’ll get a clear pic of what was said by reading between the lines where your intuition is dancing.

They say the hardest thing to conquer is your Self and to the mind that is still the universe surrenders. Put together these pieces with some tranquility and equilibrium and you’ll see why it was stated that the Game is mental and its the lens you use to view this realm that makes all the difference as our standard equipment may be identical but the voltage we step in with is quite different. The good news is it can be cultivated. Ask anyone well practiced in the more esoteric aspects of the martial arts and they’ll tell the same tale as there is a subtle strength that some call the force, chi, prana or such things that can make one do some amazing things. Once upon a when this was common knowledge across the planet and most people were plugged in to this “innernet”. And then the sky fell, matter got dense and spirit was overwhelmed and all thats available, to the general population, is either watered down, incorrect or fragments of the whole thing. Amazingly they still work though but one must study wide and far whilst using intuition to recreate whole systems as a lot of stuff out there just feels incorrect (to me, at least) in terms of certain steps or sections as things are missing and pieces feel inverted. Or maybe thats the test and one shouldn’t follow blindly in a Game of Simon Says and listen instead to your own wisdom which is, in the end, what you’re cultivating.

Of course, the traditionalists don’t like this any more than you asking if they’ve achieved the great perfection as there are plenty of men who think they’re outstanding in their field but really they’ve just been out, standing in their field thinking they’re cultivating when, in reality, they spin empty water wheels. There are those, however, who Know. Of that I’m certain. The problem is they tend to use this tech to manipulate the rest and attempt to hand deliver death to those that won’t acquiesce but it also offers a great chance to reverse engineer the practice and use it generate radiant health instead because, in life, there is but energetics and the labels we apply therein hence the Game being mental, ya dig?

Reich was a giant among men in that respect which is why his name was struck from the record as the West likes to deny subtle energetics whilst he identified the causes of fascism and how they’re underpinned by a sense of coherence that makes up for this lack with a need for dominance. Strength and force, yet again because he who possess the former never needs to preen or flex or, in modern parlance, beg for likes on the web as they project a life they don’t live but hope you buy in. Strength is subtle whilst force is blatant but there is no mistaking them once you’ve seen the difference. Who knows, maybe Wilhelm was onto something with that one and how time progressed as his research was most certainly of interest to to those who persecuted him in the flesh.

Man, we’ve been all over the place on this missive but that really is a hint how one thing can manifest as many things which then, in turn, have folks scrambling and gambling on all types of solutions that miss the elephant in their midst due to hyper specialization. As intended, I’d guess which is why in times of universal ignorance the most important thing to Know is thy Self. Then the rest just falls into place. Like a straight line in Tetris. I mean, look at the world and the people in it. They’re a mess but won’t dare do anything else than what made them like this. Nor will they brook any discussion or consideration beyond what obviously isn’t working but what if thats the script and the mind virus as posited is correct and the above symptoms are signs of its presence as it rushes to defend its position as manifested by the voice in their head they Thunk is them? What would you do if you could peep Game? Tell the world and risk being called outsane by those who believe they’re firmly within the quadrant that has the answers and thus won’t even think of fresh questions based on the current dataset and, most importantly, what is felt within. Or would you just try and fit in and do what was expected even if it made you miserable and filled to the gills with coping mechs?

I’m strongly beginning to suspect that one is either built for this or isn’t. There is no half stepping when it comes to the ones who can and will awaken the Warrior within as they felt it off rip but had no tools, methods of Knowledge as such things are oddly missing from the global curriculum. If that isn’t a tell I don’t know what is because since when do all governments agree on something? Almost as strange as the universal hate for the left hand in all cultures and languages yet its the closest connection to your chests energetics and a lot of folks in current positions of power and dominance use it to write with. Say, you don’t suppose there could be a link there?

Till we meet again

It is worth noting that we, at present, live in times of universal deception. The Sages of an age, long gone, said:

“The era will come where form overpowers function and what was once subtle will be lost as people wander around the maze of ignorance and mistake it for wisdom. Due to these tricks the learned will be called fools whilst those who pretend the best will be most lauded and thus the wise man will find himself in a treacherous position for if he dares speak such things he will be classed as heretic whereas those mired in the web of time at its depths need to heed most his message shall attempt to besmirch him as they don’t comprehend the light shining in their darkness“.

If you look back and ponder at who keeps sending the prophets that are killed, dead, before their teachings are certified as beyond reproach or examination we notice an equally swift quarrel does set in those who believe nigh on identical as they squabble among themselves and thus miss the wood, trees and forest of gnosis that is filled with ripe fruits for their nourishment. I guess this is why its said that the fool dies of thirst in the midst of abundance. Be water, my friend. Anyway, I say that to say this:

The true measure of spiritual advancement is not how many converts you get, the size of your ashram or the breadth of the glow around your head. It is none of theses things, in essence, as its more to do with how you show up and are present to face life and its challenges. Remember, this Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits is at its greatest depth and thus presents gifts wrapped in papers of dread and suffering. Most will run for the hills or attempt to bury said things in landfills whereas the Warrior comprehends the pain must be embraced to erase the sting as this leads to greater liberation via regaining coherence aka Inner Sense.

This is one of those things thats easily said but hard to live as most people have next to no awareness of Self and thus cannot tell when they are moving at the behest of a Pattern, are wearing a mask and performing or reacting to a wavelength which actually originates from them. Can you see why I’ve said, time and again, its vital to up your res and the metaphor that there is but one Soul in this realm who interacts with figments of his imagination that present to teach lessons he won’t admit within is quite accurate for any true spiritual aspirant. In that respect the framework means not a thing to me, neither do the labels or texts to which most cling as, at its most basic, there is one thing (itself “no thing”) that is everything and it is pure consciousness. You can think of this as a light that shines, brilliant. We have our own base resonance where we feel comfortable in one part of the EM spectrum but this very act of division as “Me” creates a “Them”, in counterswing. Some hues match. We call them friends and get on well. Others are discordant hence why you keep having the same arguments until you view from their lens and wrestle with whats within that makes it like this. This is the Path you create by walking, my friend.

I see a lot of people whom I’ve termed headgear spirituals in the sense that they wear their faith like a hat that can be taken off, as and when. Religion enSlaves fools and enlightens the wise as the former believes he can keep things hid from the all of everything by acting out of character or just plain wicked before donning said garb against whilst appearing pious to the rest. Many are in the grip of this elegant deception and shall squeal when it is mentioned. I spoke of a born again crack dealer friend who became a Muslim only to click he was faking the funk by trying to sell an image as means of disconnection from the dirt he did ergo it didn’t fit as well as his real skin with which he was no longer comfortable. In that respect the chains of karma doth clang and tinkle. Once we come to terms with unconditional Self acceptance of said blips their previous binds turn to silk and we find ourselves dressed in something most comfortable that is a one of one garment and not the off the peg equivalent that demands equal parts reverence and ignorance whilst permitting no questions or deviations from what was said, back when. This isn’t meant as blasphemous, far from it, but an alcoholic preacher did once call me the Devil for teaching his congregation that they are actually Jesus (in terms of pure consciousness) and the two thieves between whom he was crucified are the hemispheres of the head as that is how I decoded their sacred text. Many were with it as it presented a way most practical to instill this ancient wisdom in their day to day and its the same tale that was shared in Native American wisdom about the two wolves within and which one you’re feeding via your thought process.

The true measure of spiritual advancement is being able to take in the lay of the land as it is. Not as someone said, back when, or whatever deception the TV set beams in and says this is who you should chase, emulate and keep up with. Nay. Even though that way is broad, well lit and filled with people getting it in it doesn’t work, in the end, because when you come face to faceless with death one finds their old coping mechs rendered ineffective and thus the anvil to which you cling because someone stuck a label that said “Feather” on it is what causes one to sink back into this realm for another spin. Reality test. Check the blueprint of your tunnel and who etched it. “With what intent?” one should question. In that respect, your life as it manifests offers proof positive of said things because I have met many people who do very wicked things but only to those who would brutalize others whilst, on the flip, they exhibit massive tenderness that protects the weak and fatherless. Can you see how dense this is and why most are watching the same movie on a broken down black and white TV set which mangles the message due to the corrupted medium in comparison to the directors intent? Welcome to the Game, my friend. Best believe it has you at present due to the hooks placed in via the pain and suffering you refuse to admit or even acknowledge but is felt by the child within who silently nods his head in the wilderness of your chest. Read this free eBook, linked, for a greater glimpse at what kicks beneath your neck because everything is talking but so few speak the true tongue these days. This is why I’ve said that a honest man is dangerous in world of decep as he is surrounded by liars that sell elegant threads that don’t exist to a people as naked as the Emperor they’re praising…

I guess thats why they call it the job nobody wanted, eh? See, the same happened back when (as the Sages predicted) but who wanted to tell their people that, on their shift, heaven would go to hell? Instead of chaste women who appreciated the resonance of what was between their legs as the gateway beyond this realm that bought Souls in after the act of spiritual exchange (aka sex, uncontracted) to be nourished they became harlots instead as they chased paper for gains whilst not comprehending the true nature of the trade and what it brings. This is actually a very deep topic because, back when, if you asked people what popped into their head upon hearing the word “god” they stated a fertile Black women with curves, immense. When the Game dipped in res this became an angry White man in a cloud who yells. Do the Knowledge, my friend.

Now, I’m not saying we should all be Mormons or any other script. Far from it. Just be aware of the times, the life and styles and check their resonance because its very easy to follow trends but hard to set them when you’re so far ahead of the rest you’re actually coming from the chest which is, once again, why Jesus is often depicted pointing at it. I know you hear me mention he quite frequent and there is a reason because whilst I’m not a Christian there is something about the simulation of which you must be aware:

What people hold to be true or invest in is what it brings into view.

By this I mean how Sex & the City programmed an entire gen of women into believing they could have their cake, juggle a few dicks, stay thin and then ride off into the sunset with their fair prince for a life of indolent bliss with no bills paid or spending questioned. How did that work out for them, eh? The latest OnlyFans revelation builds on top of this thanks to the bit in the mid where upper class debutants and some celebs “leaked” sex tapes did the rounds on the web. By the way, before the old gods had a sex change there was a bit in the mid in which the patriarchal system created temple prostitution. Back then the bank, bar and brothel were housed in one building ergo when payday did click the menfolk claimed their scrip, had a drink and got to sex a goddess who blew their minds with what was between her legs for a few Shekels. Nothing has changed in that respect as the ones at the helm, back when, are the same at present and they still sing the same song with identical lyrics even if the beat has been remixed. Its why everything is about sex apart from the act itself as that is all about power hence why all women crave intense dominance as the solid presence of the masculine allows the flower of her presence to bloom within its safety and protection. So if you ever wondered why Pookie and Ray Ray are so attractive and the nerd gets no trim then that may just click, yes? Its also worth noting that all invention and such things were often birthed from the minds of what we’d term Incels. Nikola Tesla is a prime example of this but we’re meandering even though his own spiritual advancement was so immense that he may as well have been from another planet which is why he communicated with pigeons that shot laser beams of coherence from their eyes at him to convey messages from the depths. Philip K Dick, the man who wrote the future in which we’re about to live, had a similar imperience and I too have seen that light, shining, as its what was used as a precursor for the sex magick, drugs and hypnosis they used to manifest the intent of an early death without actualizing my mission.

This is why I can say the true measure of spiritual advancement is how you handle the bumps and bruises with a grin then think like an alchemist to flip the script as there is but one voltage when one is beyond good and evil. Thing is this level is getting more and more fragmented hence the extreme right and left split who comprehend not the savage nature of the bird, political, that sits in the mid and pimps their awareness via the house, divided. Thats a deeper topic but if you take it back to Kemet you’ll notice they, and others, venerated the serpent and the Pharaohs headdress looked much like a set of wings extended around to protect whilst the cobra popped from pineal. This was an encoded way of saying that they had conquered the R Complex and Limbic System ergo their voltage was running through the Pre Frontal Cortex at a much higher resonance than present and thats how they built the pyramids that encode the size of the Earth, distance to the moon, speed of light and all types of gifts within for those capable of doing the Knowledge. I mean, if you were to pick a simple land working man from back then and compare him to a modern genius he would look at him like a simple minded cretin in comparison to the immense amount of wisdom he possessed. The Idiocracy Effect. Kind of like the web and how the net has outsourced intelligence to the cloud with its “fact checking” coherence and legislated feelings. Tell me, do you think we’re becoming less and less human or am I reaching like Dhalsim?

Ironic, isn’t it, how that which is suppressed and right in front of them can generate the wisdom of gnosis because, once again, the myth of Jesus fits exceedingly well with the whole fungi thing that was expunged from the record and was what, I suspect, provided the visions of wheels within wheels and glimpses beyond this realm. Buddhism was the same and an old friend went off to Nepal in search of the temple hash of legend as he enjoyed headbanging and stayed higher than a giraffes genitals. Imagine my surprise when we next met and he sported not his hair metal do but a shaved head, ochre robe and sandals then said:

“You won’t believe what happened. I’m me. Always have been. The eternal, the pure, the divine spark within that sheds skin like a serpent as we swim through the abyss in a state of ignorance about whats within and its true meaning whilst misidentifying everything and believing we’re correct. Ha! So ironic!”.

He went on to detail how, on his quest, he found what he was seeking and so much more than he could have imagined as his guide took him to a place for a trip and the monk who answered said “Welcome back, old friend, it is you who we have been awaiting”. How many people don’t heed the call to adventure in this incarnation? Is there a place within you’ve always wanted to visit for reasons you can’t tell but keep putting off for some reason? The thing with poverty and living in the bricks is that escapism is often at the top of the list. This real life Otto Man did it by headbanging, drunken sex and taking any drug that presented but, all the while, he kept squirreling away a bit after what he’d heard and read was the highest high man could get when it came to the green goddess. When he had enough Shekels in his grip he and friend did jet for the adventure of a lifetime with big dreams and small pockets, present. His partner came back, quick, and said “Ottos flipped his lid” hence many are called but only the chosen ones choose themselves. I often wonder how he’s progressed in the decades since we parted. I share his tale as the true measure of spiritual advancement as its about quieting the noiZ to hear the Psylense and going where it lead, like a true alchemist, to find the gold within…

All of that said, and as a parting comment to inspire conversation:

What if your phone is the antichrist as per Islamic legend which posits a furry friend (wifi signals) and a demonic form with one eye, big, that deceives the whole world with its camera tricks via the black mirror effect? Wouldn’t that be something? What if the true measure of spiritual advancement could be summed up with one word and that said:

Discernment.

Do the Knowledge, my friend, for it won’t do itself. That is your challenge to accept or reject as per the Valley of the Plebs at present.

Till we meet again