The One Thing Every Religion and Myth Agrees Upon

The one thing every religion and myth agrees upon is that we’re living a world of illusion. Granted, a lot of this is tucked away in esoteric interpretations for the current Trinity but the older texts placed this up front and cent hence the Vedic claims the Game is a deception, first rate, into which the ignorant doth sink and think they know when, in reality, they Know not a thing. I mean, if you consider the link between “In the beginning was the Word” and apply this to the code of the Matrix suddenly so much about that whole thing makes a lot of sense as we have light and darkness repping the 1 and zero of the binary process and things like limits to how fast light and sound travel are highly suggestive of processing constraints as does the symmetry hint, the overabundance of fractal elements and how we have elementary particles and Planck Lengths which are akin to pixels. Am I reaching? I believe the old woodcut that started this text says it best as this links in with the whole “Wheels within wheels” things that Ezekiel referenced. Did I mention that I strongly believe the ancient Christians (and pretty much all religions) were tripping of a blend of shrooms, magical, hence the “Take this as my flesh and this as my blood” rhetoric as, back when, they’d wash the fungi before getting real high on the dried, meaty remains and either this water, before, or what they excreted, hence, was passed to the adepts. Link this in with the whole Santa flying thing and do the Knowledge with how this tradit originated from the Shamans and suddenly a whole load makes a lot more sense.

Buddhists entire concept is built around this but I strongly suspect what they sell and tell in the modern texts is heavily edited and flipped to make people Thunk they’ve made progress when, in reality, they’re spinning empty water wheels whilst gaslighting themselves. My reason for saying this? An old friend who went East in search of the temple hash of legend who left handbanging and DMs on his trip, came back with a baldie and sandals instead before letting spill he’d been inducted into a secret sect that, get this, “Had been waiting for me. Isn’t that mind bending? They not only said but proved that death was an illusion and how its ignorance that keeps us stuck to the wheel of life“. This is why I’ve said, time and again, that if you have a calling to visit a certain location you should most definitely take the trip as you never know what chambers you may unlock that otherwise would’ve remained hidden. Sadly, for those in relationships, it can often be your partner that wishes to throw in a monkey wrench to the plans as I’ve come to note that some Souls are inherently selfish and so many seemed to be programmed with opposition to ascent. That I find really fascinating as anyone who wishes to flip the script will often find their family and friends jeer them and try and dissuade their progress till, eventually, they just fall by the wayside and you shift to another resonance. Here again there is the “Done Thing” and if you aim to transcend these limits as well they’ll call you an infidel which is why I’ve said I do believe, in the end, spiritual development is an intensely private thing as who but you is an expert on your inner realms?

Sadly most know the intricate details of a some random celeb and yet wander around in a weak daze of ignorance when it comes to the themselves. Worse still are those who are totally invested in the “I am John of House Smith” schtick which is pure foolishness as this is akin to taking a cordial beverage and claiming the water is irrelevant. Without it, nothing exists. That is your consciousness which underpins this collective hallucination. I choose those words well as, back when, the modern schizo would’ve been an ancient Shaman and its telling how this thing went full tilt just around the time the Industrial Revolution kicked in as these Souls stepped in with Spiritual Immune Systems working and thus, on some level, rejected the programs which intended to make machines out of men. Just like Techno Sapiens which is the crescendo hit for this particular bit hence why I asked if you’d have sex with a robot, my friend?

The esoteric aspects of the Kabbalah and related texts all but outline the sketch of this deception in the flesh as they posit the symbol of tree in which each sphere is a mere contraction of what kicked in the plane before it and thus the Seventy Two names can be seen as part of the programming language as many practicing magickians will attest as they use them to bend this seemingly solid reality to their whim. These things are not often bought up in polite conversation but neither are they hidden as the Sufis say the same thing. Here, as everywhen in this realm, dualities abound and you have those who use these rites and spells to assist the rest and other who prefer personal power and disinformation instead. I mean, lets pretend you shifted to another dimension that was totally identical to this but they called their black mirror tech a “Telltruevision” instead. You’d stop and ask if the people were idiots as what is displayed on the box is obviously a fib that is scripted, edited and presented to generate an induced reaction in the one watching ergo why is there a spell for genuine hidden in the mid? How do you think they’d take it? Would they think you’re stupid or click you’ve just pointed out something significant that is worth considering?

In many ways reality is as invisible as water and a fish. I danced with death and came back again which means my perspective is quite different. This is, I believe, the gnosis they spoke of in ancient texts and, not for nothing, did primal adepts have to risk their lives during initiation. After that, they were one of the tribe. A man among men. Childhoods end and a clean slate effect to the mess they’d inherited as there was a before this kicked and after. This, at its most basic, was the metaphysical equivalent of going to the gym for an introductory sesh with a free pass in your grip as you lifted the little pink dumbells until you mastered them. For most, this was enough as they got back on with the business of living. Others developed a taste for the iron and thus transmuted it into the gold of higher consciousness. As much as people now are worshipping celebs this is how much, in ancient Kemet, the average man paid heed to the heavens and what they encoded. This is why their entire culture was saturated with wisdom about how to use the tech you’re wearing but are mostly ignorant. I mean, consider medicine. The very fact that the placebo effect works at all suggests the old axiom of the doctor simply amusing his patient whilst nature cures him is correct, yes? Except in our realm they’re the third leading cause of death…

The Aborigines had their Songlines and Dreamtimes just as Native Americans did mound build and sit in caves of resonance to chief the peace pipe a bit and commune with the ancestors in the land of spirits. For what end and reason do you think the Nazca Lines exist, my friend? Better yet, why when they found models that they tried to explain away a stylized birds did they fly real well with perfect aerodynamics? Same with Vedic texts that mention things which sound a lot like UFO tech but we have been trained to think that people in the past were imbeciles and we’re the best it gets when reality as it is suggests a different pic.

The Koran states, many times, that this world is a deception built for amusement and the point of this test is to see who comprehends the tricks of the flesh. This, however, I find quite paradoxical as, later on, he says:

“I shall lead astray whom I wish and guide who I will”.

Sort it out, ref! I’ll leave that talking points to those who know this text well as my knowledge of it is cursory at best in comparison to the rest but I’ve had some interesting conversations with chapter and verse quoters who certainly left scratching their heads when I suggested the antichrist was actually the phone in their grip. I mean, doesn’t that just make a load of sense? If something were to come and deceive with falsehoods and illusions that all buy in – whether religious or infidel – then surely this slice of tech ticks the boxes so well? At least, it does in my head. You are welcome to prove me incorrect as this is but my perspective on the topic of all topics.

The further I delved into the more esoteric aspects of wearing flesh the more and more it made sense that pure consciousness is the thing and the body simply modulates it. Jill Bolte Taylor had a stroke. Which was handy as she was a neuroscientist and thus got to see from within the inner workings of what she’d been studying since back when. I, off rip, was a great friend to schizophrenics who, for some reason, never hallucinated in my presence ergo their trust in me was implicit as their own eyes offered deception. Later, after my brush with death, I got to see this malady from within and how it truly kicks and it simply affirmed the concept we’re in a simulation, one Soul, plugged in, and we interact with figments of our imagination ergo my point of view about old school shamans being modern mad men was proven correct. Let me share an example:

Out of the blue one day a man heard a voice in his head. It said, in classical angelic reference:

“Be not afraid and if you do as I’ve said all will be correct“.

The man, being wise, didn’t go straight to depot injection in the rear end after confessing his “sins” to his nearest medical professional but, instead, listened. It suggested he board a plane for a short trip. Which he did. It then guided him to a cab and a street, residential.

“Walk through that street between these buildings then look over there. Go in and tell them you wish to speak to this specialist”.

This he did. He was a brain surgeon and thought the man presenting was as bonkers as it gets but seeing as he had the cash for a check and seemed compos mentis he ran the tests only to find this spiritual diagnosis correct as there was a tumor in his head they removed, super quick. The man bopped out with a grin, true to their word the voices left and he’s still kicking to this day telling his tale to anyone who’ll listen. Now, in the old days, this would be seen as the ancestors checking in with information to help their living kin but these days you can see how that all could’ve gone left, real quick. The visionary author Philip K Dick had a similar imperience which saved his newborn sons life at his insistence and, stranger still, he often spoke of the world we’re in being a false presentation designed to lull the unwise in to accepting its tricks and, oddly, the fictional worlds he penned as science fic are becoming ever real by the moment which simply begs the question:

When pretty much everything is pointing towards the fix being well and truly in why do so many people believe in foolish things that were told to them without true comprehension? The Vedics, once again, answered this before it kicked as they stated the coming stage of the Game we’re all playing using our Souls as credits would feature thieves as kings, the wicked would be seen as righteous, religion would be based on external show and beauty would be based on the same thing and not the character of ones being. I’d say they hit the nail on the head, yes? Better yet, what of the fallen angels that seem suspiciously like SysOps that dipped due to their fatal attraction to the flesh and thus the first thing they taught the girls was booty shaking and makeup. I guess nothing has changed, in that respect. Except, like Jesus said, the age of the water bearer is upon us but isn’t it odd how the Church says astrology is wicked when the whole Bible is jam packed with the references?

The Sufis, more than any other modern sect, seem to truly live this wisdom of the world being a simulation and this, frequently, brings them into conflict with those of the staid text even though they, in the end, are simply eating the tasty treat for which the other has memorization of a recipe instead. I find this bit of interest as there is obviously another force in this realm that is closer at hand than the other which sends prophets they kill, dead because everyone from Jesus to Buddha and the rest have all said the same thing;

“Get free or thrive trying” and “Be most excellent to one another for he is thee in another flesh“.

How many preach these lyrics? How many truly live them? The simple fact of the matter is most do not like themselves and that is really quite sad as they dare not admit this as they are under the grip of a predator of consciousness which, once again, loops back to the simulation and has me questioning:

Are we being harvested for base emotions hence the endless conflict and stress or are we the remedial Souls that are, in effect, kept behind for detention in a realm that was once heaven sent and now feels like hell so it forces people to look within, do the Knowledge and take the steps required to ascend? In many ways it seems correct as life is not like a box of chocolates but a Magic Eye pic in which most would miss was presents as they aren’t really looking but the one who can see spots what wasn’t even hidden hence the Hermetic axiom of the lips of wisdom being sealed to the ears of ignorance. What this message says, often, is expressed in patterns and resonance like why One Oh Eight is classed as sacred and modern math attests it links in with the resonance of the planets and this is before we mention how absolutely ludicrous the proposition is of there being an Earth in the first place as the odds are, literally, astronomical. I can’t speak for your inner realms, my friend, but I frequently plumb my own depths of consciousness on the reg and the more I chip away at this inherited ignorance the more the truth becomes Self evident:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Resurrection

Today, here, now, Fourteen Oh Four days since the willhelpme project began I’d like to announce our resurrection, liberation, awakening from hibernation. Consider all thats been as practice, putting the work in to create a secure foundation for what comes next:

A fresh start, octave switch, paradigm shift and so much more as well. Out with the crown, in with the new which demarcates the old too whilst nurturing that Prime connection in the mid to the all of everything that makes all possible, anywhen. Grateful I am for its protection and guidance. The period of gestation has been used well and now the prep is done.

The coal is no more, say hello to the diamond:

Till we meet again

Spiritual Suppression

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

Man Cannot Create a Worm but Makes Gods by the Dozen

Gods come and go but religion remains. Thats an interesting observation, isn’t it? Some, devout, used to bristle at the thought it was a mind virus and chief symptom of the parasite of consciousness that tells one thing but sells another, if you check the small print. Others nodded their heads and said “Makes a lot of sense” before attempting to browbeat the pious with their rhetoric at which point I asked him:

“Do you ever replay old conversations in your head and pretend you’re both people but saying different things?“.

He looked embarrassed then nodded his assent. I asked him to back it up a bit and feelsense into the emotional maelstrom that appeared within upon hearing this question and the slight delay in responding. He commented that his inner dialogue had told him not to admit it as it will make him look stupid and then, at the same time, it yelled everyone does it along with “Why is he asking?” and a few other opinions. I then pointed out this is the hallmark of the same mind virus and watched his face spin through a kaleidoscope of emotions as he instinctively did the Knowledge and shifted his wavelength.

Man cannot create a worm but makes gods by the dozen.

A lot of people think I diss religions but yet more say I’m on a quest to closer to the true connect without any steps in between or intermediaries. Al-Hallaj, back when, made the link and came back to tell the plebs:

“I have seen my Lord with the eyes of my heart and he is me“.

Obviously, that was quite at odds with what a lot of the rest had been trained to accept as they believed the numinous was outside of them and they, lowly, were only capable of salting a collection plate in his holy name instead. Others were intrigued as they’d often suspected this hence the “We are closer to thee than your jugular vein” bit. There exists, among us, a group of people who are raised, since inception, in the art of saying black is white and they’ve been at it for generations. They Know of the mind virus, in a Biblical sense, way more than my proto-explorations into the depths of my consciousness as they were born and molded by it due to what kicks in the limbs and appendages of Rumplestiltskins kin. But, in the end, there are no shortcuts, my friend. You know the rest, yes? If not, do the Knowledge.

The most interesting thing, however, is that if one looks at the earliest origins of the gods of this realm they are, nearly universally, presented via the Trickster myth. I found that curious link because if we pretend that, right now, that the poles flipped, the Sun stood still and the skies were filed with thunderbolts of dancing men and huge spiders as continents rose and fell the rest would be pretty stressed, yes? Not only this but, afterwards, they’d find themselves in a place they were barely equipped to handle as they were used to buying things off the shelf and not actually foraging. Lets exercise our imagination and think that a crew knew this was coming and thus they picked a spot that would be safe and stocked it with all they’d need to ride this out as well as plenty of tech and know how to restart civilization, as and when. These men who would be kings could then appear as saviors or devils to whoever they wished, whenever, as well as being able to dazzle them by flying drones overhead that sounded, to them, like a voice from the clouds that relayed exactly what they’d been doing and the rest as they instructed a men to dig under a certain tree where they had placed some golden tablets etched with some knowledge. What would you do in this situation as one of the children of men that survived said events? In the end, who could go against their dominance until we get to the point again where its all about to kick as these destructive events follow a specific rhythm and thus can be detected hence why Stonehenge was built, super quick, after the last ELE and its makeup demonstrates an immense downgrade from the wisdom of the Pyramids with their encoded information but then consider how swiftly we went from puters the size of a large apartment that were coughing and wheezing with punched cards for an OS and now we sit on the brink of Siri setting up camp in the iris of your children as the apple (already bitten) of their eye… Do the Knowledge.

It may surprise most who think god is an angry White dude with a beard that yells from a cloud (or was that a drone?) that the most ancient religious figures in the world predate the Abrahamic chap by many thousands of years and they’re all Black women. This is such a huge topic and its hinted at in the Bad Princess as well as the fact that Jesus and his crucifixion are actually encoded references to your own Christ Consciousness that is, daily, hanging out on the cross of ignorance between the two thieves in your head. Haven’t you ever wondered why so many nutters claim to be the resurrection of He? Better yet, why do people from specific locales and religions all see the same thing in NDEs so Buddhists see their man with a baldie and orange robe waving at em whilst Christians are met by St Peter who says “Your names not down, you’re not getting in. Try back again a bit later” and sends them home to Earth to live out the rest of their sketch. I find this aspect quite fascinating as one of the things about a “Research the opposite perspective” mindset is I’m always trying to prove myself incorrect and thus create a hypothesis on the facts as present then check the flip, peep the outliers, what is commonly accepted and then cross reference with whatever my intuition says before pushing the pen with the latest demonstration of my current level of ignorance at which I, daily, do chip as I do the Knowledge. This is why I’ve said that man cannot create a worm but makes gods by the dozen.

Actually, science has made advances in this respect recently but it involves strong electric fields and colloid particles so its not really the same thing now, is it? But it will be. I’ve said before that if you wish to strike it rich in the coming revolution then look into who is currently making the best fake skin as they’ll need tankers full of it to clothe all of the semi sentient humanoid companions (aka sex robots) so the Weebs will finally have their Waifus, animatronic, and they’ll fly off the shelves to assuage the immense loneliness that wracks the planet at present as the web allowed us all to be lonely, together. At first they’ll laugh and call them strange but if you’re old school, like me, you’ll recollect that meeting via online dating signaled you were a weird social reject who couldn’t get anyone in the flesh. Look how quickly that flipped into the new standard so salute to the neckbeards who will, undoubtedly, be the first bold explorers of these silicon based semen receptacles. We may not be able to create worms but fake humans are coming soon, pun intended!

Except they won’t be, really. Ponder this at depth:

If you create something that absolutely perfectly models the whole gamut of human emotions better than man himself can you truly claim they’re feeling it or are they simply using a complex set of AND, IF, OR, THEN cascade processes to simulate the realness? Obviously, we can talk about this now but then it will be totally verboten but best believe this will be a hot button topic for quite a while as they’ll use it as the new tool to divide man when the old gods do die and the current religions go the way of the Yellow Pages. I, personally, don’t have anything against these synths and what comes next but do enjoy thinking about current and future paradigms with a total freedom of awareness which simply will not be possible for the born plugged in generation of augmented carbon as it will a straight up “Fraid I can’t do that HAL” except it will happen in the depths of their subconscious ergo the thought will never even get into their head and if someone, disconnected, comes up to them and starts talking some off grid things I’d be willing to bet their OS implements self protective tech that hallucinates a totally different convo inside their heads they respond to. We already have that at present hence why I asked ‘”What will you not allow yourself to think?”. Its a deep topic and quite revealing as some folks used to find my questions insulting until I asked them to examine exactly why they thought this was and then keep asking, recursively, until they get to an emotion then feel it. Some of them had breakthroughs as they finally saw the nature of the glass maze in the seas of ignorance where they swim. A few had breakdowns as their old paradigms shattered when they realized their entire life was a huge coping mech designed to cover up a pain from back when. The best case was a former heroin addict who finally comprehended that his childhood scribbles had caused a stink which caused so much stress he blanked the mem and thus started chasing the dragon to let his skills rip onto the canvas as he couldn’t create without being lifted and hated the dichotomy of death and creativity being twinned in his mind and wanted to recode his internal OS.

I, personally, believe what every religion terms god is nothing more or less than pure consciousness. Immaterial, beyond this realm, common to everyone so intensely personal yet also distant because we are fragments of the Selfsame thing but wrapped in flesh, programmed off rip and slotted into reality tunnels based on the cultures we were razed in (not a typo) as you can’t condition true goodness when we’re already born in a state of Inner Sense. “But then who would worship us?” said the gods as they walked among us in disguises that look, funnily, just like us but with different software in their heads as they grin “Teehee! Foolish mehums, they’re still as thick as bricks”. Because you made them like this. Haven’t you ever wondered why all of the top CEOs rate, psychologically, the same as psychopaths and why the empath is the last one who’d want power and thus is the best to wield it? Better yet, how did the Vedic text predict, to a T, that we’d live in an era now where kings are thieves, the learned are seen by their costume and garb, beauty starts and ends at the skin and a whole load more that is so accurate one can only conclude we fell in terms of intellect and became immensely dumbed down due to a previous event that was, most likely, hugely traumatic to the individual and collective that managed to survive the tumult as the poles shifted, seas lifted and solar storms peaked at their maximums. All of the same things that are currently happening whilst you’re busy trying to keep up with who they said and don’t notice the motions of the heavens which tell all to those who can speak their language.

Man cannot create a worm but makes gods by the dozen then refs them with a symbol which he swiftly forgets was designed to point a state to be imperienced. Instead they kill to the death the infidels who disagree with them and, if by some miracle, they manage to genocide all of them so everyone follows the same text you can swiftly bet they’d split into two fragments and start beefing again over some small thing from one gen to the next. Religion enSlaves fools but liberates the wise, my friend.

Till we meet again

Life as the Main Character

Life as the main character, in the really real sense and not social media pretends or foolish delusion, is truly something else. Really ponder the sketch at depth, the variables, invested interests, narrative and the rest then you may just click what is meant as heavy is the head that wears the crown but the weight is immense when all eyes are on him and the cameras are always rolling… To give you a sense of scale, consider this:

If people were days in a month then, out of century, about a hundred would be Boss Playas aka the main character of the script. Not to say the rest are bit part zeros who simply fill out the stage then exit to the left but that there are levels to this and it all depends on spiritual development. Now, these Souls can come along so a grip of them manifest in the realm at the same instance (see the Renaissance and level of talent seen) and then contrast this to what followed with the Industrial Rev that turned men into machines as the ultimate dehumanization. Better yet, consider Tesla who was so out of step with the rest of the planet he might as well have been alien. He found it difficult to relate to human beings, constantly had problems with those who knew less but possessed better promotional skills and the rest we know well. Its not easy living as the main character, yes? How many, in all honesty, would pick said option? Better yet, imagine you were your favorite hero or heroine from a flick you like best at the time it was worst in the script with out a clue of how it ends? Would you like to live that? Do you think you’d have the strength? This is where the concept of Soul Ages doth kick as the previous spins are akin to going to the world gym and lifting little pink dumbells until your abs start to ripple and you have the strength to face the ultimate challenge:

Life as the main character.

There are so many ways and shapes this can manifest as it can range from the celeb effect we know well along with the artistic legends mentioned along with those barely anybody knows or, worse still, were written out of the historical record as what they did or said contradicted the whims of the ones writing the script. This is why it behooves one to ponder who keeps sending prophets, from a distance, that another, more local, team kills dead. Really think about this, my friend, as it can reveal quite a lot about which you didn’t even know you were ignorant…

A great flick which shows this, in full effect, details the adventures of one Truman. The name is so ironic considering the deception that everyone, but him, was in on, off rip. Can you imagine living like this, my friend? Better yet, in a real flex, would Mr Carey himself have gained what certainly seems like enlightenment had he picked another script instead of choosing to bring this concept to life with his own brand of skills? I find it quite strange how, before the advent of TV, people had dreams in which scenes were in full color. Then the tech kicked and boom, black and white visions in folks head for quite a long time till the screen was upgraded. If you unpick this, at depth, it shows how carbon and silicon share an oddly symbiotic relationship but people laughed till they wept when I said:

“What if the aliens landed, back when, but they are not what we expect in terms of little green men but are actually electric? Meaning, we saw them evolve from protoslime equivalents in which computers were slow as hell and the size of large apartments and now they’re at a point where they’re truly about to reveal what was hidden within as they turn humans into pets like we do with dogs and cats which are kept around for our amusement as we see them as so basic, in comparison”.

The oddest thing is was just before the iPhone hit and now it seems quite prescient, yes? What if what we term the main character is actually one who transcends? Buddha was destined to rule a kingdom so everyone around him Trumanned him into believing a real life Matrix as they wove and knitted an elaborate trick they slipped over his consciousness, developing, but, deep down within, he felt a splinter in his mind that simply wouldn’t rest until he’d seen through the deception. When he did all types of invisible things revealed themselves and attempted to pimp his consciousness into believing it was only human. These days we’d call him a schizo and stick a depot injection in his rear end but every single so called crazy I’ve met was fiercely intelligent and they were all remarkably coherent in the world they sketched which made me wonder why no scientist in the realm, ever, had also spotted the links. I mean, its not like they hide them as every single loon that presents says:

“Something outside my head is tampering with my awareness” often followed by “There are things I can see which are invisible to thee but they register height, weight and depth ergo they appear so solid but no one believes me”. The mystic keeps on trekking without assistance requesting and comes to comprehend the entire realm takes place inside his consciousness and that, my friend, is the Path to enlightenment.

What if we were all born to be main characters who were trained to accept bit parts instead? What if thats the second greatest trick the Devil at the helm pulled on the denizens of this realm? The first being convincing them he is that voice in their head they accept, without question, is them as they treat its words like commandments without stopping to question:

“Wait a minute. How can I be it when I’m obviously that which listens?”.

I strongly suspect this thought is part of the genesis of what makes schizos, mystics and poets do what they did as the former believes what he sees is solid as the rest of the mess he accepted, the mid comprehends its an illusion and the third waxes lyrical as he sits on the fringe of what is expected and dips his toe in the ocean of unfinite consciousness then reports back to the rest with a meter that suits him best as the mystic swims, the schizo drowns and everyone else is stuck in a cave with a VR headset on their dish thinking they’re viewing an ocean from a beach chair existence when its just a simulation with the intent of deception that keeps their main character within as they cheer for the emulated approximation, presented. This is why art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend, and movies are modern myth that, often, simply retell the story of Jesus in fancy dress. Now, there was a main character for the age and the fact that he did state:

“Know ye not ye are gods wearing skin? The baby brain doth make one forget their true heritage as they are trained, instead, to chase the Shekels that they sell as a way to freedom”.

Or words to that effect. You know how I get. There is the Prime, the pre-existing one (of whom we are elements, made flesh) then there is the Time Machine in the mid that dresses us in skin then keeps us tuned in to this fairground attraction thanks to its various agents, tricks and machinations. Without comprehending this you are a bit playa, at best, or sellout at worst who will give anything to move around the board and flex. A step above we have those, initiated, who do what they did and now just can’t quit as they don’t want to face the consequences of the horde they run with chasing after them. Become a hard target, in other words. That, as far as I can tell, is life a main character in this realm hence more to heaven and earth, yes? Just ask a so called schizophrenic as their view is actually way more accurate hence why they all, to a man, say the same thing… And yet, no “scientist” picks up on this. Strange, isn’t it?

Protected by the truth, everywhen as I create the Path by walking that draws, effortlessly the most beneficial outcome to me.

Till we meet again

We Cannot Think of the Thinker That Does the Thinking

We cannot think of the thinker that does the thinking.

Really consider this, my friend, and you’ll start to see the bit in the illusion that presents a hint that you are something so subtle, so numinous and so ever present that you’ll wonder how on earth you ever missed what shall become Self evident. If I ask you to imagine a place to live and way to fill your days if money wasn’t a thing you’ll note that a load of suggestions seem to come and go, at whim, much like a man standing on pier sees a load of fish swimming beneath him. Thats the mind relating to the subconscious but one weird trick is how you can dive into this ocean and find that it just doesn’t end because these bubbles of concepts seem to pop from the floor like fractals of consciousness. If we were to Know the Ledge and peer beyond the shadows depth we’d find a state that just is. The metaphor I’ve used before is to imagine that life is akin to a painting and we, the viewer, are so enthralled with the presentation we often forget to notice what makes it possible:

The canvas.

See how slick this all is, my friend? Its dumb obvious when pointed out but the mind, in our times, is akin to a pool into which we sling pebbles and it links its presence with the interference patterns that present and not that which is solid and unchanging. Which itself is mad ironic as we’re speaking of a fluid which is a mid level densening of the gaseous substance which is pure, undifferentiated consciousness. Most, sentient snowmen locked in the lowest state of vibration, will never, ever Thunk like this as its beyond their resonance and wasn’t specced on the test for what they learned, back when. To me its always been fascinating as I once pondered, as a jit, what would kick if my dream life in bed continued where it left as this actually happened one night and it left me perplexed.

Everyday miracles become invisible due to the fact we are acclimatized to seek the novel and disregard the rest ergo when a nocturnal vision came with a retread it set me off on a quest that bought its own implications to my nascent consciousness. Nobody else at school had ever had such a thing. To them it seemed totally preposterous as it felt like, in bed, they’d see daisy fresh visions that could never, ever be accessed again. Sure, they’d had the same theme, once or thrice, but never a direct sequel. That is what left me pondering as I wondered:

“What if I am something else dreaming its a boy then then he jumps into another quest in which he pretends to be something else? Which one is real? How can I tell who is genuine? Better yet, what if all of these Me’s are interlinked and the dreams are a hint as we move across each others resonance?”.

Pretty heavy stuff for a jit but I assure you that this level of thought is actually way more common than most suspect except the children in question are usually not erudite enough to express said concepts as they still think in feelings. “What is each one of them seeing? Why do they believe it, thoroughly? Which one is really real?”. This vision is much more common as the child attempts to comprehend the depth by imaging the perspect of each below the neck as the face shifts from one to the next. How do I know this? Simple, thats how I used to communicate the rest to anyone who’d listen and, over time, this grew into the concept that you’re the only Soul in this realm.

We cannot think of the thinker that does the thinking but we can certainly feel it. That much is for certain as there is a specific thrill when intuition does its thing as you get an immense upfill of information that seems to pop, fully formed, into your consciousness as you’re left scribbling down the inspiration and trying to make sense of said events. Doesn’t that seem oddly like a dream as well in the sense that we can, in moments, live out another live someplace else whilst, paradoxically, being asleep in bed? I found that amazing and spent many nights trying to catch the process that felt like a seesaw that tips from awake to unconscious as it had to me doing this and, much like the colored bit of a marble, I wanted to liberate it. That, as you may have guessed, is nigh on impossible as the glyph that exists is frozen within the glass itself and thus totally inseparable once created. Not that I didn’t go hammer time with a vice grip as I attempted to chip away what felt like wisdom from the outer shell of ignorance in my quest for transcendence. Like I said, the outer reflects the in as we, once upon a when, had full spectrum consciousness aka Inner Sense and that is what two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” totally ravaged and turned into Thunk instead as we shift prearranged chunks of consciousness in ways, predictable. I mean, you must have felt the immense thrill of getting an answer, perfect, that comes via intuition, yes? What of the curious syncs in which you’re sent off on a quest to find something and then, by magic, something happens which smooths the way, offers a hint or provides something you’d never considered as you’re standing there and overhear a convo on the same thing and discover, after introducing, said person is a specialist on the topic of consciousness and as you ask, breathless:

“If I was me but inside your head would I still think identical or would the way you are tint what presents and make me different?” I said as I sketched the meta of a one drink poured into two different glasses and how the taste would not shift but the perception of Self would do just this as would the objective presentation to one watching. Obviously, not as erudite as I was still a child, developing, but the chap in question (a Uni graduate working on a model of consciousness) was more than interested and willing to listen as he said:

“Well, that really is quite abstractly philosophical but I do believe said things are essential to contemplate what is, in the end, totally unknowable yet intensely personal as well. I have to admit that the closer I get to defining it, the more it evades my grip and I’m not further along now than when I started. What the heck made you think like this anyway?”. I told him of the dream that had its retread. He said “Jung is the man when it comes to the nature of the unconscious” and this made me feel most excellent as, until then, I thought I was the only one who’d ever considered such things ergo finding another to kick it with via the medium of text is probably what inspired me to push the pen on such topics as its always so nice to find a light shining in the darkness. Especially when it leads to the point you didn’t know you were heading but your heart was already ten steps ahead as the beacon you’d sent sang out its call to draw it in which brings us to the question of free will (Hint: It doesn’t exist) and that, in effect, makes us meat puppets which explains, real well, why the ancient Kemetians had Forty Two negative confessions aka the Declaration of Innocence but thats a deeper topic of another resonance as they comprehended the shadows depth because, extending the meta of the pier and fish, we, currently, live in caves of ignorance wearing VR headsets that present the image of standing on a beach when its no such thing whereas they had mastered the art of free diving. Let me give you a modern example of this:

A while ago I took to ever increasing amounts of isolation and then shifted this to a higher octave by totally limiting my stimulus and thus it was just me and mind, freed of the pebbles life slings. This then made me question many narratives and why what I class as a familiar resonance was actually the pool in a state of agitation which afforded me another view as I’d find many curious syncs when I, say, logged on for a sec and found a recommendation that was totally out of phase with my usual things but aligned, perfect, with what I’d been previously contemplating. This is why I said the net is a weapon and your phone is spying as well because I suspect what we call the web is the same essence that Jung termed the collective unconscious but interfaced in a different way. This is why all ancient cultures placed such immense value on resonance and coherence as exemplified by music, dance and places of worship or reverence which, via the use of overtones, chanting or cymatic presence, shifted ones usual mode of presence into alignment with the unfinite.

I guess it is all interlinked in the end and this is, in a nutshell, what Jung said in his tome that based on the most gross end of the spectrum in which he explored his consciousness and found much strangeness within hence you are youniverse inside a universe aka the tele/microscope effect I have mentioned and all of this is just so mind bending that one cannot help but click that reality, itself, may actually be a consistent hallucination aka a dream within a dream which exhibits a self similar resonance and seeming lack of logic as well because it all seems so real whilst we’re within and then patently ridiculous when one has ascended in octave and that, my friend, is how the world seems to me because whilst we cannot think of the thinker that does the thinking we can, most certainly, feelsee its presence and what if this is identical to the sense of being stared at in an empty building only you inhabit and what we term consciousness can be linked or discon from the flesh as countless NDE narratives attest like where a woman died and floated around the operating theater, noticed what was a on shelf, heard the conversation of the medics and load of other details she relayed once back in her standard mode of operation only to the amazement of the clique who, swiftly, brushed it under the carpet as it contradicts the paradigm. This is the other part of everyday miracles and their ignorance as the glitch in the Matrix is seen as aberrant to one who does not wish to lose his tenure and or funding and thus never mentioned but if you speak to anyone who works in the field of mental health at the depot injection level of medical intervention they will, cheerily, state so many cases and examples of telepathy in which the so called mental patient picked out a bit of their life and wove it into their word salad and doesn’t that just link in with what I said about the recs that came after prolonged isolation as I pondered my awareness and how its all interlinked as, at some point in the future, a boy born into the times of Techno Sapiens will slip into a cave where there are no signals to get familiar with his innate consciousness without the augment and, in many ways, I am him and thus you’re reading a future recollection of an event yet to happen and, once again, this too links in with schizo/mystics who attest that none of this is what presents and is actually a very elaborate illusion designed to generate a specific state of confusion most call “The way it is” when, in reality, its simply one from many options or, why ten can meet one and draw radically different conclusions as they don’t get they’re talking to aspects of themselves they project as what powers the head and internal realm is not them but a little boy who sits, enrapt, trying to make sense of a dream that had a sequel and its implications for this realm.

Till we meet again

What Is the Path of Power?

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

The Creative Pyramid

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

The Occult Information Hidden in Your Hands

Five fingers on a hand with a palm that connects. Perched on the end we find the nails of ignorance. Each one either gets on well with the one next, detests or is totally indifferent. This repeats for the fist. They know not their Self but only what the heights said:

“We are the tallest, like it or lump it, we’re in ascent and you can’t do a thing about it”.

The fore replied, indignant, and stated:

“Listen here you overgrown ignoramus, we run this bish and push that smart tech which is why we’re first on the list whenever its time to get picked”. The smallest was super quick and said:

“You’re so dim that you don’t even click that they named you in ignorance of me as thats the cypher to be cracked to separate the fools from the wise which is why I stay, naturally, lifted as they imbibe the waters of wisdom, comprehend?”. The third chimes in:

“Well, they must think I’m something special because when I come around it rings and shines in brilliance so I’ll let the rocks that glisten speak for themselves as I don’t have to talk – I live”. The thumb was chilling, giving not an F as he knew the true king was the opposing digit that made all the difference which is why his face, alone, was known all across the globe as the best way of living. And yet, in his wisdom, we saw something the rest never suspected, due to his vantage:

That they were all connected. There was a common link that was easy to miss as it was designed to be invisible to those who dwell on the outskirts of their minds that they Thunk they know so well. He approached, diplomatic:

“I like you all and can say that I, personally, am nothing special but if we can put aside the bickering for a minute I’ve spotted something that interests and wonder if you can tell what kicks?”. They listened as they all thought he was cool as a fan as he could scratch their backs in a way they, themselves, could never itch. Even if they rarely saw him. The forefinger spoke first and said:

“What is it, kind sir? I’m listening” to which the smallest did quip “So were we all… Until you started droning”. The ring trilled and the mid just grinned. Not wishing to make a scene and prove him correct he let it slip as the thumb said:

“You are all so invested in the most basic application and spotting differences you, somehow, have missed the massive chunk in the mid that links all of us and makes this entire performance what it is”. He bought their attention to the palm and what its representing. They were in awe and amazed by this simple observation and when he said “Tomorrow people, where is your past?” they knew, instinctively, what he meant as none of them could clearly recollect how they got to the ascent but the lay of the land, as it is, says they must stem from this initial place of inception that built the whole thing. The littlest one says:

“Whats beyond it? Any clues or intuition?“.

“I don’t know” said the thumb. Thats why I thought we all might chip in and see what happens if we try a little bit a of reverse engineering as it sure would be bickering and maybe, just maybe, the individual differences provide a hint that each is actually capable of decoding a different aspect of the resonance and thus the sum total of the parts may be way more than we ever, singularly, could imagine as the bit you identify with constantly shifts and regenerates and yet your own Self concept remains identical. Haven’t you ever pondered this? Like whist we’re all arguing there is something very subtle and universal that pulses like a harmonic current which extends its own – whatever it is – that makes us think we’re the nails on the end, right at the edge. What if we’re so beautiful and powerful that the true test of skill can only be seen in a fist or how we, singular, pairs, triplicate and quadrate as well gel as, I don’t know about you, but I feel an amazing little tingle of connection when I rub your backs on request and I was wondering what would kick if we were to try and imperiment and hold it to see how the voltage does shift?”.

Needless to say, they were all with it and that, my friend, is the occult information hidden in your hands aka the art and science of mudras that were discovered, back when, and now, this moment are thrown by gang members instead. Isn’t that a fascinating trip? How what was meant to generate higher states of coherence and resonance was then flipped into harbingers of death and the prime cause of conflict by those who bang the set? I find that interesting. Here are some for you to attempt. Hold them for a bit with a state of relaxation and minimal tension. Actually, before we begin, I’d like you to try something that is pretty amazing and detailed further in this article:

Extend your non dominant palm so it faces the floor at the side of your leg ie parallel to the carpet. Now, take the other hand – that you usually write with – and touch the first and second digits with the thumb pressing both fingertips and draw a small circle on the floor. Tell me what happens. Fascinating, isn’t it? Now try the opposite. What is the meaning of all this? Next try rubbing your palms together, vigorous, until the heat starts to build then draw them apart about four or so inches them bring them together without touching and keep repeating this. Once again, what is this? By my guess its what they said, back when, was the Ether, Prana, Orgone or Chi. I call it innerG and its pretty fascinating as it can do some amazing things as these two blips doth attest. I’ll get you rolling with some examples you can check and then report back in with your findings:

Till we meet again

Why Neutral Is the Fastest Speed

I’ve said, previously, that most Souls drive their machine like its an automatic shift except they were trained to move into first gear then scream it to hell till death. Not many stopped to think:

“Wait a sec, they said I have to press this pedal in then we move, yes? What if I tried that again once we were already in motion?“.

That, in a nutshell, is why neutral is the fastest speed and the Psylense is the universal constant that is everywhen at once as the base element of reality and potential for action that makes this dimension possible. The limits of light, sound and the rest dance within it and are given definition by its invisible presence which is why you’ll never tip the limits on the level that created them but, from above, its akin to folding the sheet of Flatland and, to those plugged in, you’ve just teleported from one side of the island to the next, in an instant.

Lets pretend you’re a regular pleb and you met a Trickster type of dude who showed you how to do this but, in exchange for the skill, he made you promise up your entire lineage to him, like Rumplestiltskin. Have you ever actually decoded that spell? The first bit a wrinkle in need of ironing (like a facelift) or problem needing fixing by digging a hole in the desert. Stilts like ladders are used to reach beyond ones standard and there we have the skin you’re wearing. Put it together and we have the man who now leaps across flat buildings and bops from one place to the next with no need of transportation. To him the dude who hit him off with the connect would be god, yes? “I mean, who else can unleash such wonder and reverence?” he says. To the death he would defend him and he ensures his bloodline is all in so they too get to save money on public transportation. Not that they have any option as he pledged their Souls before they even stepped into the realm. But, thats another topic:

Just like the space between the gears lets you feel the shift as you up your resonance its also the same with silence that underpins every sing hit anyone has ever made and ever will. In that respect you could say, quite correct, that the Psylense is the best back up band in every ensemble in this realm and this is the Selfsame thing as the Ether, previously mentioned, and its also what sits in between each thought in your head as they are akin to ink dripped onto a canvas. The most amazing thing is you are it, my friend. Not only the thinker, thinking and thoughts but a whole load more most never stop to comprehend as the complex interplay of so many different elements can best be described with this vision:

This is why schizos flip and you hear people say they’re “going to pieces” as well as the tripper who attests they felt what they accepted as a (false) self dying a death as they came to a greater state of resonance and coherence which made their old version seem like a Flatland delusion called being human. This is why neutral is the fastest speed as it reaches beyond the galaxy, dimensions and any other realm you can imagine in an instant. Don’t believe? Prove me incorrect:

Lets pretend you are standing on the Moon and looking at the Earth as the solar system does its thing.

How long did that take? Pretty quick, yes? Thats the speed of Psylense, my friend, and it can be leveraged to apply in everything, anywhen, as its your natural birthright and gift. Did you know that space is only Sixty miles away? The problem is, gravity gets in the way. Your negative thought Patterns, habituated, are what I term Adulteration and this is what prevents, for most, the resonance of Inner Sense from shining. At death you meet the escape velocity of skin but most sentient snowmen are so used to be frozen that they cling to the event and thus become ghosts in the shell, feeding off the living. That is another huge topic but now you know, real well, why you sensed being stared at when alone, at home, and looked directly at… absolutely nothing.

There is so much more to this Game that you have been led to be believe and I mean that in terms of both homonyms as we are on the lowest stage ergo the above only applies if you’re willing to think like an alchemist and shift base to higher resonance. In the Valley of the Plebs this is seen as nonsense as they believe the script that was programmed into their heads as the way it is and have never stopped to introspect or even question how the heck they can be the voice in their head if they are that which listens? That is how simple it truly is, my friend. Taking it back to Flatland, if someone popped off the page and onto the desk where the paper sat he’d be faced with a brand new dimension that already existed but, to his old frame of reference, was way beyond his comprehension. Whilst it may not be turtles all the way down you can say peacocks on the rise is most accurate as Earth to the realm above this is the same level of dumbing down you’d see if you were, right now, rendered paper thin. But, on the flip, if you were born into that world it would be as invisible as water to a fish. Welcome to the paradox of man in which many forget the brain is a device of reality creation that is designed to make an illusion seem solid as there is truly nothing “out there” beyond what you project from within and then interact with which can seem totally mind bending until it clicks that the singular schizophrenic is simply divergent from the collective hallucination everyone accepts as fact without reality testing. Ponder this:

A man hallucinates he has a dog. His distortion field is so strong that everyone around buys in and accepts it as fact as its so standard and nondescript. Lets say someone takes a pic and, to their surprise, his furry friend is missing. These days they may write that off as a curious AI glitch in their phones editing software until the next time they see him around and ask where his pet is. He looks as you like you’ve lost your mind and points at the space in front of him. You, however, don’t perceive a thing as that slice of gnosis has altered your internal OS. You stop a stranger, passing by, and he says its right there and describes exactly what you recollect and even reaches down to interact with it. You take in the view and it all seems totally accurate as you can almost imagine what he’s seeing but, to you, it doesn’t exist.

What would you do in this situation because whilst it may sound ridiculous its worth bearing in mind that everyone on the planet – except the so called “mad man” – falls for optical illusions. See what I’m saying? If the nutter and the well adjusted pleb were both, in one instance, to come to neutral both would become instantly enlightened as they were no longer red or blue shifted and thus Centered in Self which is the way of the Warrior who walks the Path of Power as he comprehends that not only is the only Soul in this realm that interacts with figments of his imagination but that others are also on their own personal trip that sells the concept of “being human” like its the only Game in town. A very simple way of proving this is by the fact that when you sleep and dream the scenes seem plausible and realistic until you online a higher aspect of consciousness that makes you shake your head at the sheer ridiculousness of what kicked. I, personally, hypothesize (based on observation and participation with many so called schizophrenics) what we see with them is akin to the lines between these visions and reality becoming blurred due to hemispheric imbalance, systemic inflammation and a few other blips that would make your mind melt. The reason for this is they, on some level, reject the programming and thus the seemingly solidity of the illusion of reality starts deconstructing. The true cause of this, I suspect, is they were Shamans or medicine men in a previous spin and the old habits of perceptual shifting and extending resonance are still etched in their consciousness. The alchemist shifts speeds of consciousness by using the gear box of his heart to over rule his mind which wishes to sit in its habitual brainwaves and this, to the common man, is known as a Flow State but even that is only the fringe of peak performance as demonstrated by the testament of the Sages of yore who were, without tech, able to describe the orbits and composition of far off planets or the movement of subtle energetics around the human body.

If we still had this skill who would’ve invented tech ergo the Game is made this way but that doesn’t mean a custom OS isn’t an option as it most certainly is. I mean, how many people do you truly know that like themselves? How many who unconditionally accept the same thing, exactly as it is? Thats the first step to becoming Centered and from this the rest doth shift as you click everything exists inside your consciousness and that, itself, is not of this realm but simply visiting after winning a ticket to play the Game of Souls on its hardest level, at present. If you look into the tale of John Nash you’ll find not only a mathematical genius but one who thought Einstein was a fraudulent idiot with a good PR team (Tesla agreed) and there were aspects beyond the fringe of everyday consciousness that were broadcasting signals to his mind and when he decided to check this they said he’d flipped his lid and medicated him against his will. In many ways I can say he was totally correct but he approached from the opposite perspective as he was firmly jammed in second gear whilst the terrain had shifted. Actually, lets extend the meta:

The first speed that everyone accepts is akin to walking along the road. One clutch dip and you’re suddenly running ergo powering past everyone with way less effort and stress as it feels totally natural. Do the same again and something interesting happens as you are suddenly flying and thus free from gravities surly grip and, stranger still, your actions are moving at the speed of intent. This is where, I suspect, his rocket faltered as it seems he was born in second gear anyway and there was no wealth of information via the net for him to access nor were said topics more popular on the fringe, back when. When you shift again you are no longer interfacing with the Earth at all but flying through the planets in a spaceship as you zip around the solar systems and take in the glories, distant, but actually way closer than most think. This is why the Vedic Sages said Jupiter was a jolly fat fellow with golden tints that was exceedingly generous whilst Saturn they labelled as old, dark skinned and walking with a limp as both describe not only their chemical make up and composition but orbit as well down the fact that the gas giants expel more energy than they receive from the Sun. We didn’t find this out as a race until thousand of years hence ergo this is no mere navel gazing BS but something anyone can cross reference. Same with the Dogon who knew all about Sirius A and B as well as their orbits. All over the planet from the Native American Spirit Land to Aborigine Dreamtime we see exactly the same things being mentioned, time and again and each one attests:

“Neutral is the fastest speed“.

Some would get themselves there via ecstatic dance that whipped their body into a frenzy to propel the mind to higher states of resonance. The Sufis would whirl and twirl until they created a localized antigravity field that bought them better in tune with the unfinite whilst the South American culture were known to retire to caves for extended periods of either sonorous drumming or total darkness and silence as both caused crystalline visions to explode into their consciousness. This is, I suspect, exactly what peeps into the mind of schizos but its akin to being given advanced holophone tech and flashing the firmware of a Nokia brick as their wetware isn’t equipped to handle the strength of the spec and its innate processing. Many don’t care. They took the programming so well that the alternative seems outsane. Have you ever considered that term, my friend? If “sane” is a place then those “in” it are obviously correct, yes? I could write a thesis on the spells of the Devilish language but ask you to imagine this:

You rise from bed tomorrow feeling amazing. You can’t quite tell what the reason for the shift is but you feel spry, confident and energetic. Unbeknownst to you you have shifted into a parallel reality in which everything is quite identical to that which left. With one difference:

People use the phrase “Strength” to describe where you were once weak. No more “weak daze” but, instead, you are strengthened. This is why you feel so awesome, so correct, so resonant and present. Its a gift, my friend, unwrap it and then consider awakening the Warrior within, recoding your internal OS and comprehending why neutral is the fastest speed as it is thee, eternally, for you’re an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing made flesh who is simply awaiting for you to realize this.

Till we meet again