Ignorant Beration Inside an Intelligent Creation

“Look at the world, the splendor, the magnificence. Man didn’t make this. God did” said the true believer. My friend, the scientist, rolled his eyes and reeled off a list of statistical significance of how life is meaningless, inevitable and has no need for a blind watchmaker to get things ticking so humans can kick it, old school, on this planet as they wear flesh. The other responded with Bible quotations and I sat, listening, then said:

“Ignorant beration inside an intelligent creation”.

“That isn’t a word. You can’t just keep on making them up like this. Even though, linguistically and contextually, its correct. Stop creating your own lex, dammit! Its not real to me but does have a certain logic” yelped the scientist. The religious chap, on the flip, heard none of this and solely picked out “intelligent creation” and amplified its resonance. See what I mean about reality tunnels, my friend, and how ten men can meet one and draw that many impressions of him? What more do you need to get the hint that it all takes place inside your consciousness? Anyway, he said:

“Yes, Hoyle once commented that the odds of life being as it is is akin to the parts for a jumbo jet sitting, disassembled, in a junk yard and then finding the plane, ready, after a whirlwind ripped in. Its not just impossible, its improbable and illogical yet he”, gesturing, “refuses to apply his intellect to what it says in the holy text and yet doesn’t comprehend he simply bows at another alter instead that would replace the divine with man instead. For it is said…”.

“Ah, miss me with that mess, Reverend. Haven’t you got anything new in your head? Something fresh and original? The world has changed a lot since then, where is the revised edition? Science tests. It doesn’t believe in anything it can’t prove or disprove hence, in many respects, its a logical next step from your primitive superstition that, in turn, was a hold over from the days when people were scared by thunder and lighting and lost their minds when an eclipse kicked so a small group got to pimping the masses by using their old school sciences to control the rest and religion is what you get. Bunch of sheep waiting to get fleeced” he said, with derision.

“That would make you a goat then, yes? said the believer, smirking. “Plenty of your own have saw the light, you are still wandering in the darkness. Repent! Better yet, tell me how something as complex as blood clotting evolved? Its an essential thing but with such a dazzling array of balances needed to ensure it works correct. See, I’m not ignorant. I keep up with the dataset and spot what the rest miss as well. Just ask our friend”.

“I don’t know why you hang around with him. He does my head in with his constant Bible bashing and how everything is a sermon. Besides, I thought you were an atheist or was that gnostic? Or sophist? Its hard to tell as there a billion and one convos up in this bish and you’ve got a perspective on everything” said the scientist, exasperated but making no move to leave the premises where we chilled.

“The man is obviously religious. He may not be a Christian in letter but most certainly in spirit. His revelation of Jesus being an encoded metaphor for consciousness shows how truly advanced the good book is as his argument is quite correct” he replied, with a grin of satisfaction that he was using the tools of his opponent to prove his view was the best.

“Yeah, that was pretty slick, I’ll admit, but this is the same dude who said that Coke and Pepsi are secretly owned by the same team and its a way to ensure the number one will never be beat by creating a false choice of blue and red“. “Like politics” I interjected. “And, don’t forget, they, legally, fly in metric tonnes of coca leaf from which they remove the sniff to make the “Real Thing” which is why it can’t be cloned or duplicated as no one else has the license to do this. Don’t you think thats a bit suspicious? All that pure yayo, floating?”.

“I’ll give you that, it does seem a bit suspish but, come on. A huge ruse like this? All because of colors picked and the illusion of options? Its a bit tin foil, isn’t it?“.

“No different from Catholic or Protestant? Muslim or infidel? Religious or scientist?”. I’d did it. Both of them were offended now! See, nobody truly likes their reality tunnel questioned as its a point, sensitive. At that minute a schizo walked in.

“Can I have a word? In private?”. I obliged him and listened as he said:

“George Bush is mad at me. I know it sounds crazy but he literally said my name on the TV screen and referenced what I was eating. It made me freak out, totally, so I came to see. What the hell is going on?“.

I asked what else was in his head, at present, how his levels of stress were, what the meal was (noodles laced with MSG and artificial flavorings) and a whole bunch of questions before floating the perspect:

“People look to presidents to set the precedent and thus just as a god is to the religious they are akin to parents of the places they rep. Yours was always distant and died quick, yes? If I remember he hated politics, said that Maggie was a witch in fancy dress who had balls bigger than his and that the government were out to suppress him and stop him inventing, what was it again?”.

“A water powered engine. He was certain it was possible and spent most of his life tinkering in the shed. He was pretty smart, my old man, as he whipped up so many amazing toys to play with that were also educational, plus he could fix anything. What does that have to do with Bush, though? I don’t get it?”.

The convo went on for a bit as I outlined the links between his thought processes, relationship to time, the art of projection as well as what he was eating causing neuro stimulation then advised him to consume his food listening to music, classical, instead for a bit to see what happens. He nodded, thankful, and waved bye to the scientist.

“His old man really was something” said the older gent. “They say there is a fine line between madness and genius and did he half walk it. He was convinced there was a way to create a water based engine. Heck, back in school, he took two pencils, salt water and crocodile clips with some current to prove the principle via electrolysis. Damn shame what happened to him but no wonder his kid is mental as he got so paranoid as time ticked. He was totally convinced that all he needed was the right catalyst and the two would split in a way, most efficient. I don’t know, it was way beyond my ken but that man there was a true, blue scientist”. The religious kid said:

“Plants do it, naturally, during photosynthesis so he may have been correct. Just another one of Gods miracles for those with the eyes to see! Don’t you think its amazing how trees breathe out what we need and we accept it, gratefully, as they thrive on what we expel? Its quite poetic and beautiful”. Partially ignoring him the scientist said:

“Come to think about it, he did mention this as he, once upon a when, had a whole load of strobes flashing in an experiment I recollect and was always saying how the Sun is the most abundant source of electric and that that is what we actually breathe then got into the whole luminous Ether thing toward the end when it all got a bit foil tin for my liking. Still, it does make you think that if one could reverse engineer the plants mechanism then what is to stop you from making the fabled engine? Nothing. And yet, nobody did”.

“God did” opined the other, with the intent to rib. “What I mean is, the book of nature contains the true blueprint and science makes a mockery of this. Take Aspirin, for example. As a pill its cheap and effective but causes loads of problems but if you take the original, as nature intended, it contains all the rest of the bits needed to keep everything in balance”.

“You know if you said that during the Inquisition they’d have called you a witch? That is what the whole crusade was against, you know? Indigenous wisdom”. That cut him to the quick and made the scientist grin as I sat there and took in their petty squabble that kicked off, now and then, when the Venn Diagram of us three did intersect as, by themselves, we could converse on many topics but when certain elements connect the result was inevitable and that got me thinking about the water powered engine that was said mans quest because you can best bet that if it did exist and was invented there would be some quiet conversations about what is and isn’t happening as its obvious fuel is the greatest control mech hence so many wars for “liberation” and the constantly rising heat bill and so many other things I could mention but I’ll let you ponder instead as you do the Knowledge, my friend.

What if they were both correct? The religious and scientist? I often tried to show them this and how what the former calls “God” the latter terms “The Hard Problem” and thus the solution is comprehending we are pure consciousness made flesh hence the observer effect, sense of being stared at, dreams, hallucinations, the power of imagination and how three different colored pixels arranged in a pattern on a black mirror that is one plane from the shape that dominates three modern religions could make a man time travel, laugh, cry or look on in amazement ergo there were everyday miracles right in front of them and, yes, the solution may be totally simple and come from someone left field and obsessed who keeps tinkering and pressing against limits he didn’t know he was supposed to accept and this could be the vibe that changes everything as there is nothing new under the Sun as we sank to these depths from a height, as yet, unimagined hence why the Pyramids and such things are aligned with such encoded precision as hints that, man kind, are kind of like man but not. We are the downgrade, my friend. Look at the world we built as evidence then consider the ancient Vedic blueprints for flying ships that used engines powered by mercury to create localized anti gravity fields which are not too different to how Tesla did think in terms of vibration and harmonics which, once again, links in with Kemet as this was what Theuti said in his principles and if that doesn’t get you pondering about our current level of ignorant beration inside an intelligent creation then I don’t know what will…

What if the beef and bickering is to stop us figuring that we are the Gs, us! The power is in the people and politics they address. Unless they get finessed by a crook in fancy dress.

Till we meet again

The Fourth Dimension Is Made of Vinyl

The Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl. Well, not literally of course but it works perfectly for this example to sketch the structure of higher realms inside your consciousness. Check this:

Imagine that the song and dance of your life is etched on that disc that spins. It is the cause of this effect and thus the piper you will be paying for playing this Game where you inserted your Soul as a credit in exchange for some skin that pretends sentience in a world made of pixels and information. Actually, lets pretend that the needle the skips across the surface of all of this and makes it happen is the Self same thing so when I say Soul from now on you read “unfinite awareness” aka The Witness aka the blind spot that gives you vision and makes it all possible whilst remaining invisible. Man, I really wanted to keep this easy. Lets pick the needle up and drop it again as we take it from the top with a remix:

The Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl and as the song of life plays it creates your existence on the Earth plane below which swims through and is sustained by it. As you would expect the disc is etched, the performance baked in ergo free will is an illusion because the track will do what it did. This is where it gets interesting because this higher dimensional record actually works on depths and this is why you can instantly guess if you are the best or wackest version of your Self as you intuit it and know what you are capable of becoming. There are levels to this as there is more than the surface presents, my friend. Up your res:

Like the above but more refined as we’re dealing with the OG tech and not a silicon based equivalent. Remember back when when real vinyl was a thing? I always found it fascinating that I could turn the volume down to zilch and yet the needle would sing what was on the record. In that respect the larger was simply an echo that was amplified of the smaller which was replaying what was already written. Life is just like this. Does the song know? Does it even care as it skips through the air and shifts the mood with its vibrations or is it so caught up in the moment as it feels the beat fly through it as it enjoys the experience. This is the childs natural state, I call it Inner Sense. Rather quickly this will dim as Adulteration is added in swifter and swifter increments.

Musically speaking, as we extend the metaphor and its frame of reference, this is akin to the record starting to skip. Obviously that would be very irritating if it went on without an end but as anyone who has been in a loud place can attest, you end up tuning it out and don’t even notice. As said a man, once upon a when, who lived between two bowling allies. Can you imagine this feeling? No? You should because you’re living it and it causes a constant state of vague irritation along with the sense something is missing and an ever increasing numbness as you cling to fragments of the past and stretch toward future promises that say it will all be different. Then you’ll be dead and, thanks to your meekness, the Earth ye shall inherit as its thrown over your casket. There is one born every moment and they are Adulterated just as quick.

Obviously it takes a certain type of nutter to stop and question the paradigm because it means you’d have to link so many disparate things that are rarely (if ever) mentioned in modern civilization. Chief among them being that the Fourth Dimension is akin to a piece of vinyl that spins using your Soul as the needle which springs the song of your life in the Game you’re currently playing. But wait! The needle, it skips. Exactly as intended because frustration and suffering are all the rage on the global plantation for this level at the moment but that is only for those of the world. Not those who are merely in. Just visiting and offering some hints and tips and how to get the best out of this adventure in the flesh.

High above all of this in the Prime Dimension sits the one who chose the set list and spins the vinyl. The one who not only put the needle on the record but also furnished the impetus, the elan vital, the quintessence that renders the rest possible. This is who you are, in and beyond this realm. Its been called many things by many people ranging from all kinds of divine epithets (and as many reasons to kill your fellow men) to the more prosaic, and yet accurate, Higher Self. Lets trace over the sketch another time so you can pencil it into your awareness:

You, as in your truest aspect, picks up a record and slaps it on the deck. As the needle (which is akin to what you’d call the mind in this and thus totally private yet also influencing the public) is lined up perfect on the disc that spins (aka the Fourth Dimension) a sperm meets and egg and nine months later a baby steps in singing the song it was born with on its lips. With me so far? Cool. Lets add in some details:

Using the musical metaphor for existence makes a heck of a lot of sense because a) Its far more accurate than anything else you can think because its all vibration and b) its really easy to grasp how Self evident this framework is when you consider things like relationships. Two people that get on well will have beats that match in terms of styles and rhythms. Those you clash with will be playing tracks with wildly divergent BPMs that sometimes sync and most times sound like a hot mess instead. Sometimes you meet someone and it starts off perfect because everything is thumping as intended and each brings to the mix what the other was lacking but this swiftly dims and you’re left wondering why you even bothered as you’re stuck with someone you hate and won’t drift due to fear of loneliness and the alternative. I could go on with this but I’m certain you’ve just had a straight line in Tetris moment reading this as this was the basis of an algorithm I’d written back when that will help people to pick the perfect partner for a relationship based upon the ideas of this concept.

The song has its ups and downs. Its own beat and swell. Some times are quiet lulls and others you feel the pressure building up immense as it looks for the vent of the drop to kick in. Sadly most people die with their music within because the interference of the one, the only, System. The System is society at large. The world and all that was in it before you ever stepped in and its interested in propagating itself. In that respect its akin to a noisy neighbor who lives below your accommodation smacking the ceiling with a broom to get your attention as they don’t like the sound of the music you’re bumping. Picture a child at school being taught to “Sit still, look straight ahead, do as we instructed and we’ll give you a medal” and you’ll have a clear pic of the whole carrot and stick thing they use to override your Inner Sense. In this respect that is the life you are truly here to live and, for Warriors at least, the challenge they accept and relish as they go to war with the Adulterated (false) self in order to ensure the correct captain is back at the helm of their carbon based vessel for this adventure in the flesh.

Why is it like this? Who knows? There is a group, the Slave/Masters I call them, who number at 11% and they have their prints all over this caper. The rest, 81%, are Slaves as they are numbed to their Inner Sense and like to pretend they can’t hear their record skip as they live lives of quiet desperation that are generally filled with immense amounts of stress and suffering that is only balanced by wishful thinking and vast quantities of distractions. The Warriors come in at 8% and see through the narrative and I, as one of them, have been reverse engineering reality and what I’m sharing is just my perspective with the intent that will help increase the best in your life because reality is plastic in that respect and its pretty much a case of what you can get away with. And that they did. The Slave/Masters as they are are a criminal organization, par excellence, that pulled off the ultimate trick of making themselves seem not only legit but honorable and beyond reproach or question. Something, something spiritual wickedness well hid in places above your station or “Pay no heed to the man behind the curtain”. Lets spin it back again. This is the remix!

You, in the Prime Dimension, are made of a clear kind of light that feels like silk and shines with an unfinite brilliance. Its what pours from the presence of children and its the Self same thing that dims as the needle of their Soul – which is playing the Four D vinyl that is the basis of their existence – starts to skip due to the influence of the System which wants nothing less than to ensure you are miserable but don’t fully realize this (because then you may do something and thats bad for business).

Now, if you, here, now, on this plane have been placed inside a reality box you neither chose nor wanted the first thing is realizing you’re within it in order to transcend it. In that respect you can ask “What is common between me living the song interrupted as the needle skips and I pretend really hard not to hear it as well as the Selecta himself who doesn’t offer any form of correction or fix?”. What is the answer? Psylense.

Psylense is (as the name suggests) quite quiet but (as the name hints) it also offers a type of vision that can alter ones awareness. In that respect it would take the song that is playing (itself an effect) to realize it was skipping (Self reflection and observation) which births sentience. As one listens to the loop click around on itself it becomes obvious there is a problem which caused this to stick because what once flowed freely and was creative is now damned in the literal and metaphorical sense. This creates an immense opportunity for transcendence and thus hard times come bearing the gift of the ultimate win but only to those who can unwrap the cosmic riddle of the present by being in the moment. What do I mean by this?

What does every piece of music in the world feature (always has and always will) but nobody ever hears or notices? Really think about it. Better yet, stop reading this and discuss this with friends (online or digital plus imaginary as well. No discrimination) then come back because its so much more rewarding when you work it our for your Self than being spoon fed.

The answer is silence. Hoo! Ain’t that something. The something which is “no thing” that is everything as it makes it possible. In that respect you could say the opposite of this Prime, pristine presence is something I call the noiZ and it does exactly what it says on the tin. The noiZ made your neighbor bang that broom with an intent relentless that caused your record to skip and doomed you to living a predictable existence that you don’t dare question for fear of the answers which I’ve been sketching into your consciousness via this topic we’re examining. If, in that chaos and the numbness it begets in order to maintain a semblance of sanity for survival, one accidentally trips over or finds the Psylense (which comes from being Centered in Self or focusing on that which never changes and rests between the static) then the Fourth Dimension itself is felt. Suddenly you are a cause and the vinyl that spins is effected.

The next steps quickly outline that what you think you are inside your head that does the thinking is no such thing as your Soul has never truly entered this realm via this carbon based vessel. “I am the needle” you think and the implications are earth-shattering. Its a dangerous path, in many respects, because those who don’t handle the increased voltage correct often end up as schizophrenics. Not for nothing, didn’t you ever click how they always said “Something unknown is putting thoughts in my head” and yet the supposedly sane and well adjusted never question (or even guess) that the voice in their head isn’t them even though it controls their thoughts, deeds and actions. Man, that was a bit deep for what is supposed to be a sketch but I’m just showing the depth of this metaphor as there are levels to this. Speaking of:

If we look closely at the vinyl and the song the Selecta picked for this session in order to experience the passion of being in the flesh upon the Earth as he sings and dances his lives performance we notice there are layers etched into the metaphysical vinyl. With the path of least resistance you are swept constantly downhill and the best is often in the past with future wishes being placed on something that may or may not happen. For some its a lottery check for others its death and heaven. Either way they grasp at solutions like a drowning man to a brick even though its ineffective and thus all part of the trick they’re playing on themselves. The Path of Power, on the flip is akin to iceskating uphill and takes a lot of effort and skill. Way more than the Slaves think they possess. Actually, this in itself is ironic because the only reason they feel so tired and exhausted is the immense amount of subconscious effort they put in to try and pretend they don’t notice the song of their life is (and has been) skipping since back when. To change anything you must accept everything and thus you are the cause of all problems in this realm and also the vehicle for its salvation. Heavy, isn’t it? What else would it be because it all plays out inside your awareness. Whether in the Fifth as the Selecta, the Fourth as the needle (which is the Soul you inserted as a credit) as it skips over the vinyl that contains the song of your existence down to the Third where at this moment there is something psylent within that nodding its head inside your chest and abdomen as it knows intuitively what I’m speaking is correct as it recollects and knows the deal.

In between these two poles is the only thing that ever exists and the one thing most spend their entire life trying to escape its grip. The present moment. Here is where you’ll find the Psylense but you’ve got to get past a lifetime of conditioning that produced your Adulterated awareness and the clutch of a familiar devil you know best. Did you ever stop to think how that word which many detest actually reps lived in reverse ergo they gave you the hint and told you what to expect as you accepted it. All due to Thunking you had no other options. Terrible. Terrible. The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

What is the past if not presents that have been just as the future lays revealed based on what seeds you plant in the moment. To many these words can seem like terrible omens as it forces them to glance at their lives unexamined and this can seem like a fate worse than death. This is why my message will only ever be comprehended by 8% of Souls walking around on the planet and the rest will either hate, ignore or protest its content. Its not because of me, but them. Stop and consider for a moment:

Lets pretend you had a top notch composition that had been penned, etched and recorded into the vinyl of the Fourth Dimension for this spin of this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits. The length of this track, as intended, was full of all kinds of thrills, spills and passion and was breath taking in its scope and intent. It ran from zero to eighty six and was perfectly in tune with the unfinite. Now, imagine that instead of it unfolding as intended you got a couple of decades in and the record started skipping and from that moment on your life becomes a retread. Lets pretend that you’ve been doing this for twenty, thirty or forty years at least. Can you see why the idea of freedom would seem like a threat? By now the skip has been recoded to seem comfortable. Lick a clock that tocks and ticks, it feels like the heartbeat of life itself. Sure there is no more rhythm or suspense but who cares because by now your joints are aching and you can’t remember the last time you allowed yourself to sing. This is the average Slaves inner realm and they’ll fight to death to protect it because it beats the alternative. Its also why they never question the fact that children are born glowing and then become dimmed, just like them, until they too propagate new Souls into this realm that end up just as miserable only to do it all again.

They say the sign of madness is doing the same things again and expecting different. What does that say of the entire human race as collective? Get my drift?

What I’ve just sketched is the basics of my OS, the wetware I’ve custom built to navigate higher states of awareness because I clicked the record skips and wanted to do something about it. Now listen, I’m not saying I want you to throw out the Adulteration of the System and just slot my perspective in instead because that would be just as worthless. No. Want I want is for you to look within and then write me a pencil sketch based on your own perceptions so we can compare notes and together we uplift the collective because the Game is a team effort hence it takes a nation of billions to hold back one childs Inner Sense.

The Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl and god is a Selecta from this lens. Not only are you it but that as well and all in the middle because, if you’ll recollect, there is only one thing (itself “no thing”) that is everything in this realm. Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again

Would You Rather Have Strength or Force?

Would you rather have strength or force?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

The True Measure of Spiritual Advancement

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Discernment.

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

Till we meet again

Life Is Like a Choose Your Own Adventure Book

Life is like a choose your own adventure book. If you came up in the Eighties then you know what I mean and if you don’t then the spiel was a tome within which you could choose your own adventuring. I know, right? Novel concept and does exactly what it says on the tin as you could pick how the action unfolded at key moments based on your decision to turn to page one hundred and oh eight or keep on keeping on in the moment. Times were simple. We were easily pleased but the sense of agency really appealed to us Eighties babies as it provided an imperience that was unique so you and your friend could read the same script and yet take different journeys. Well, I’m here to tell you life is exactly like this.

Just as a rollercoaster follows a track which predetermines its entire experience in a way that is designed to instill the maximum amount of fear, freedom, thrills and chills (hopefully without any spills as dealing with the peeps of the deceased can bring bills) life is exactly like this except a bit more complex in its execution and variables. The underlying premise is exactly the same. Lets recap then progress:

Life = Choose Your Own Adventure + Roller Coaster + Levels (Insight x Options) = The Game of Souls.

“Wait a minute?” you said “Whats that last bit inside the brackets?”. Ah, I’m glad you asked as that is the portion that makes all the difference. Consider this:

There is a default way of going through the ride which is the most basic script and runs on autopilot. In that sense you are along for the ride. We’ll call that Level One Living. Many of these people are entirely unaware of these concepts and ideas I’ve furnished as they’re never spoken of nor instructed and they’ve never pondered themselves about the nature of this realm or the entire Earthbound thing. A step above this is Level Two Living and this brings more options. Its like realizing that the choice at the end of chapter six which says “Go to this page for this or keep reading the order you get” actually contains a microdot at the end of the sentence which says “Congratulations for noticing this. You have unlocked a secret achievement and can now pick from the following hidden pages which adjust the variables as intended“.

As you can imagine this really is something and you’ve actually seen this happen in the practical as well as there are people who’ve gone from nothing to something and left you wondering “How on Earth did they do this? Are they living with cheats kicking in as it makes no sense that he took one and one to make eleven?”. And yet, he did. A lot of the times the people who trip this switch and access the extra options don’t actually know how they did it. Call it luck, fate, being in the right time at the right place, whatever it is it happened and often they only get one shot and can’t reactivate it nor teach anyone else. A step above this is Level Three Living:

You open the book and realize there is absolutely nothing written within until you start reading it and then, just like magic, the words start appearing on the page. “What is this?” you think “Some kind of joke? A giant cosmic trick? Is that Schrödinger’s cat I hear mewling? What the devil is going on here?” you’re wondering. You hand this book to a friend and she glances within and says “Yeah? So what? Standard operating procedure manual which is exactly the same and identical to the one I’ve got. Whats the problem?”. “Interesting” you think because you’re looking but seeing different things which unfolds a whole new resonance for your carriage of consciousness to start chuntering along as you ponder the meaning of all this…

You are still on the roller coaster. The riders are still riding but something is different as you noticed at one point there is a click and one that was linked to the rest as he sat in his carriage begins his ascent to another chapter of the book you’re all reading. “Hmm” you think as you watch this playa reconnect in to another group who are obviously playing the Level Two Living type thing as you start looking at the fine print and notice the microdot, purely because you were looking for it and in this realm the great secret is you get what you expect and find what you’re seeking as the mind (actually, Witness which makes mentation possible) is exceedingly powerful.

Armed with this knowledge you drop your awareness back into your chest and notice, once again, the writing on the page vanishes. The rollercoaster stops moving and yet is going the fastest its ever been as you’ve transcended polarity and are now looking down at the entire Third Dimension from a viewpoint, magnificent. In this state you readily perceive Levels One, Two and Three of this reality creating machine that most people aren’t aware they’re riding, creating and could be escaping (unless they enjoy spinning repeatedly on the wheel of time whilst being enslaved by five sensory deception and no Knowledge of Self which can be a problem if seeking salvation). Above, through and permeating everywhen is Level Four, in this example, aka the Prime, pre-existing of whom I am an aspect made flesh. You as well, my friend.

“I see” you say “Level One Living is no effort. The ride (aka life) just happens all of itself and they’re blown along like a leaf in the winds to get what they get”. You also swiftly realize the immense illusion of free will because how can it exist when the tracks each person is riding in their own little carriage made of flesh is pre etched, perfectly designed to safety tolerance and individualized for them. You notice the immense amount of detail that is poured into the deception as each carriage has its own steering wheel but from outside looking in you realize it isn’t actually connected to anything and the images projected in to the carriage aren’t exactly accurate to what is going on in the realm. “Fascinating” say thee “So they get what they expect and because the ride is thrilling it pretty much forces engagement so none ever let go of the wheel and notice the autopilot. Heh, isn’t that slick!” you think whilst feeling quite proud of yourself from having noticed the strings which animate these meat marionettes.

“But what of he? Who escaped the rat race of basic living in order to level up by disconnecting his carriage? What happened?” you ponder outloudly. You zoom in on his timeline and check over the scene and notice that on his screen where the default options were seen it said “Steer left to go here and right to go there” at a certain point when the man forcefully kept the wheel centered and thus unlocked a hidden octave. “Amazing” you think “Neither that nor this but in the middle which was never stated as an option“. You watch the real time replay unfold as his carriage uncouples from being directed and devoid of free will to actually taking his first steps in co-creating his reality. Of course the man didn’t do this on purpose as it just sort of happened as he was otherwise distracted and caught daydreaming which generated an immense sense of relaxation that lowered his mental and physical waves into a range that was outside what the ride prescribed or expected and thus he over rode the programming and created a new option. “Transcendence, balance, yes, yes, yes that makes so much sense because he was neither for nor against and thus played the Game instead of being played by it” you intuit as you are both humbled and fascinated as well as amused and confused by what is unfolding inside your Inner Sense.

You take it back to your carriage and see yourself sitting there with no hands on the wheel but reading the book with an attention that is entirely focused on it as you’d noticed certain glitches that keep occurring but no one speaks on at length. From the disappearing text that only is present when someone looks at it (aka the Observer Effect) and how this links to the sense of something staring, when alone, but look and you see nothing… What dwells on the edge of the spectrum, I’m wondering?

Now these hues and cues unfold across the levels you see a simple complexity of fractal consciousness that is Self referential and it makes you ponder about the intent of this. “Of course that is why we all have the same books are riding the same ride and yet see different because we get what we expect, depending on if we’re encoding or decoding the signals and putting the work in to delve beneath the surface or simply following on the prompts on screen (aka that voice in your head) and the illusion of free will it brings”. It all starts to make sense. Level Two Living kicks in when you choose different at these key events that can lead to decoupling and ascension to link with those in resonance who have also exercised the option to be neither for nor against and thus developing the nascent thread of free will that links them in the carriage of flesh with their higher aspect which dwells in the Fifth Dimension.

“Except” you say tracing the links and neural connections as well as spiritual resonance “He doesn’t see this as its a one way signal process”. The pieces fit like a straight line in Tetris and it all seems so obvious that you start laughing and then start wondering exactly how a disembodied consciousness which feels so familiar in its newness as its exactly the same as you recollect but so different from the carriage which numbs and edits certain portions via its interactive hallucination is doing this.

Peering closer at those links which glow like golden threads that link invisibly the you up in the Fifth Dimension (which is akin to gas) dip through the Fourth (liquid) down to Earth within the third where it all seems so solid and convincing. “Thats the Game” you say, taking it in. “And this is my Soul which I inserted as a credit to make it all happen” you add as you trace the golden cord and see the difference between Levels One and Three as the former are in the world and of it thus their logic is circular and self referential which is akin to a mirror looking another like it and getting hypnotized by the interference pattern. Level Three playas realize they are not what is seen, no matter how enticing or shiny. They are that which looks but never changes. The Prime mover and shaker is behind the scenes and thus, knowing this, they can bend this seemingly solid reality as it occurs inside their mind”.

You start laughing uproariously as you get the cosmic joke which seems, suspiciously, like a game of hide and seek played by divinity upon itself. At the Selfsame time you also comprehend the immense amount of suffering that comes from not knowing this as people grip the wheel with both hands with terror etched on their dish as so many people are stuck on the lowest spectrum of Level One Living and thus paying for their own pain as they live, die and get back in the rollercoaster again.

Subtly and smoothly that scene and the realizations, previous, start to fade and rearrange into a higher state of consciousness which is indescribable hence ineffable says it best. What would you do after seeing what you’ve seen and Witnessing what you did from a higher vantage instead? What if going off script was exactly the point of this, your very own adventure, that was ripe for the choosing for the explicit reason of being able to tell the rest that they have options and none of this is what they think. Would you take the deal the operators of this fleshly park of amusement are offering or would keep on keeping on along the Path you made by walking?

Till we meet again

Why You Need to Beleaf in a Higher Power

Some people have the wrong impression that I diss religion and call it a tool for mass manipulation. Well. it is this but only if you don’t Know the Ledge as all texts have, at least, two levels of interpretation as evidenced by the whole “Jesus is a metaphor for consciousness“. Today we’ll skip all this and get down to the practical metaphysics of why you need to beleaf in a higher power. You’ll note that spell is different and that is because it tells you many things. Chief among them how you are a part of a larger aspect and how the current manifestation of its resonance can shift with the seasons but, in essence, you’re immortal but only if you’re identified with the whole thing and not the small bit, dig:

Imagine you are playing a Game on your Tell Lie Vision screen. The character within exists in a world of pixels that have a preset arrangement of limits on what is possible. Lets take this a step further and suggests the control inputs you send manifest as a voice in its head that tells it what to do next. It could also have its own whims and, if of a philosophical bent, could wonder how it could be that which talks when its Self evident its the thing that listens. Did you spot that? Thats the start of beleaf, in full effect as it clicks the rudiments of the deception ergo it unfolds the potential to transcend its awareness, programmed in via a script. If it comes to comprehend there is an actual, factual flesh and blood human that sits on the other side of a black mirror controlling its actions its leveling up. Can you imagine the convos that would kick between it and its friends upon realization of this which, to us, is beyond questioning? Kind of like the willhelpme project, yes? Anyway, that is my definition of beleaf because what most worship at a distance is actually their consciousness but with a label and scripture attached to it ergo we’re gods in the flesh who are, currently, drenched in ignorance that points our attention anywhere but within.

Thats the main problem hence why one needs to become totally disconnected in the sense of not allowing your awareness to spin and grasp at whatever filth they’re throwing within. I do recommend a dopamine detox for this as it can swiftly bring you face to faceless with your Opponent as he hates the Psylense for he exists to destroy it. Most are identified with its narrative and, because it can only extend its conquest to the chlorophyll element, its scared to death of death and wants as much pleasure it can get on this spin. This isn’t you, my friend. Its akin to a fungal infection that wishes to invade the tree but will make do with feeding on what it ejects as it lacks its own connection. 81% are the grip of this parasite of consciousness and if you try and disconnect them they’ll fight to defend what attacks them. Its kind of brilliant, isn’t it? So slick that its almost invisible and this is why nobody seems to click that children step in, glowing, but this shine rapidly dims. Where does it vanish? To another dimension which is filled with spirituality wicked intent and the Souls of men who wish to be kings of deception and camera tricks. This is what you’re up against, this is the true challenge of this level of the Game we all play using our Souls as credits and not whatever the “Supposed To” boxes said. Think about it, for a sec. There is no relationship, possession, sexual escapade or accolade you can possess that doesn’t dim once the hit of a quick fix is revealed to be nothing else than false illumination backed with projection and expectation. This is why the thrill of the hunt often beats the conquest and a great many other things in life most won’t admit.

If could flick a switch that made you rich or fearless, which one would you pick? Think about it, scribble ink as proof positive, then read the article before getting back to this.

See what I mean about a controller beyond the veil that pumps signals from the fringe to overlay its impressions? Using the controller example its akin to this being wireless and the hacker in question using a man in the middle attack which causes not only the true playa problems (and immense frustration) but has the character wondering why things seem to be in opposition and often feel incoherent. Tell me this doesn’t describe your life, pretty well? As always, my challenge to the reader is not to accept a thing but reality test with the intent of disproving my perspect as I’m certain you can recall, with no effort needed, a time when the voice in your head said “Do it” then, later on that PM, you regretted your actions as it seemed to pile in with a thorough kicking that left your emotions ragged. This is why negative thoughts are there to challenge but the first step is comprehension you aren’t the voice but he who listens. This is the difference that makes all the difference as the next connection is comprehending you aren’t the leaf that was born to bud, flourish then wither as it dips but the actual process of transformation which manifests as a living essence, eternal. Just visiting aka in but not of this realm. This is upping your res as when it clicks everyone is caught up in the mix then an immense empathy doth swell along with a get free or thrive trying mindset as you spot the fix is in, the deck is rigged and chips are fake as they’re etched with a small print that says:

“Warning: We sell all the money thats fit to print and its backed by absolutely nothing but the investment of cretins who think we have their best interests sitting in the void in chests so don’t expect a thing from us beyond deceptive tricks”.

That is why celebs – who are held up as examples to sample – are awash in addictive substances and maladaptive behaviors which often lead to the lament, in private:

“How was I to know I was much happier being broke, back when, compared to how they’ve left me broken and scared to admit I have a problem with Self acceptance because if my career bricks then I’m back to being no one after almost hitting it big”.

This they cannot admit but its something I’ve heard, ear to lips. I was, thankfully, warned to keep my distance but even that didn’t offer a true hint about the nature of the seas in which I was swimming and the creatures, inhabiting. I have had many such invitations from seemingly disparate cliques that all offer the same thing:

“Hey there, rising star on the pavement, align with us and we’ll make it kick and take your talent to a level you currently cannot imagine. Just sign your name on this X and don’t worry bout the rest as we’ll fill it in, as and when. Do you accept?”.

Nope. Not today or threemorrow either. That, as you may guess, made me less than popular with them. Such are the perks and perils of rejecting a pretty bish because a pretty bish thinks no one would ever do this as she’s got what they’re all seeking and thus moves like this. But thats another topic.

You are the higher power ergo you are fundamentally perfect. Its like the sun of reality, shining, but covered by clouds of ignorance that cause it to dim. What they don’t tell is they have solar panels stitched on their rear ends to absorb that goodness in then they urinate on your head and expected thanks for the raining. This describes, real well, the inner realms of billions and many would rather die than admit it as they’re busy running the treadmill to pay electric bills for the fake illumination they’re surrounded with. They are petrified of the darkness as it hints the cloud aspect times ten but its only here one finds enlightenment. Me? I had no choice. They chased me throughout realms, timelines and incarnations to get to this occasion and, upon stepping in, the ritual abuse began and the only shelter left after their many invasions was the place I mentioned above your head, in this article. This is akin to the leaf reverse engineering its feels to get to the tree and it sits at the borderline where the fungus snaps and whines as it believes it has all its in grip but now, darkness, the tables shall turn as I came with a whip not as a man but symbol of alchemy in the flesh and thus my thanks I extend for showing me the outs and ins as I’ve built a quite accurate sketch of your tricks down to the subcellular imprint as well as the celestial equivalent and, guess what, it all takes place inside my consciousness.

That is a mind bender, if ever there was one as its akin to an organism realizes its components are busy arguing among themselves like the digits on your fist engaging in a rebellion and forgetting their greatest strength is their complementary opposition. In this example they’d all Thunk they’re the nails and not fingers thus miss the most obvious link to the palm in the mid and from whence this extends. This is akin to the leaf comprehending that its not just the tree but Earth as well as the sun, skies and rest. This is Inner Sense, my friend, don’t leave this realm without it as it was your ticket in and is needed for your personal exodus. The rest is sheer noiZ, pure Adulteration and it aims to mix in its influence so the character made of pixels does as instructed by a set of parallel whims that often contradict whats truly best for it. Stranger still, should you disconnect, others around in your Game will attempt to hack in and influence as they feel an innate sense of treason by your developing freedom and this was said, real well, when Jesus sketched the following:

“Your own peeps will try and do you in. They’re the worst you can get, in that respect, as they had access Twenty Four/Seven and poured into you what they hated about themselves then dared to punish without addressing the root of the problem. Its why not all skinfolk are kinfolk and various other tricks designed to lure you in to a life of spiritual ignorance of your actual magnificence”.

Truer words have never been said, in my imperience, hence I typed this text to help you Know the Ledge as life is a most precarious deal in which the T&Cs are hastily clicked by those who wish to get to the content. Ever wondered why the Oracle made Neo accept a “cookie” before they progressed? Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend, and wouldn’t you know it, Mr Anderson himself is Jesus in fancy dress as they keep repeating the same thing but presenting facts as fiction in order to scratch the itch for liberation with a make believe conquest instead and this leads, real well, the allure of video games and how, once upon a when, the politicos said they were a problem but now they encourage them and the firms have built in “achievements” as a way of relieving stress for the Soul who sits in a job, end dead, as he runs the treadmill, doing what he detests to pay the bills and then comes home to vent then feels like he’s done it big when, in reality, its just another trick played by the pixels to ensure the leaf doesn’t click ergo Know the Ledge. Prove me incorrect. This is my challenge and it brings the kind of gains that death cannot even manhandle as you click you’re pure consciousness and that, my friend, is the only ticket out of this realm as its a light as feather thing, ya dig?

Till we meet again

Gratitude and Respect

I know me and thee have been the best of friends and then, seemingly, something else as well. Variety is the spice of life! The recent events made me comprehend something of which I was previously ignorant and for that I offer my gratitude and respect because, woman, what the heck? That was a star studded performance, wasn’t it? They all came down from the heavens. For me? Wow. Talk about enlightening. Ever since the Jon Snow revelation I was aware that something was shifting in terms of the tether in the ether but when the Path of Power flipped to the Way of Wisdom I was so out of my element that the only thing of which I was truly certain was my ignorance. So great that I didn’t empty the clip from a position of ignorance, earlier, when I was too busy fighting Opponents who turned out to be manifestations of my internal realms made flesh and the energetic inheritance we all tote on this spin. Some more than others, eh?

I get what you meant when your Agent said “Don’t worry, if we wanted you dead we’d have sent someone to put two in your head” back when. Then I felt such an immense amount of righteous rage and furious anger at the statement but now I see what the diamond calls life the coal sees as death thanks to the pressure that never seems to relent. The moves, as always, are pretty mysterious. But then, if you could see the sketch why would you pick one option over the other as you turn the pages on the book of life you create by reading? We both know that you’ve never met a stranger but, wow, that was something else, my friends. Much like hemispheres of the head, its what lies between these two polar opposites that signals a truth so total, so all encompassing and welcoming that there is no other term beyond the Psylense that can truly capture its glorious essence and total efficiency at being everywhen at once. It simply awaits recognition and much like still images can be stuck together as they flicker there is something to be said about the nonlinear art of storytelling because whoever penned my Choose Your Own Adventure in the flesh for this, my final spin, obviously lavished a lot of attention, skill and imagination to creating such an intricate kaleidoscope of consciousness in which the Fool becomes a Magician, begrudgingly, thanks to the intervention of the High Priestess (who certainly liked to do this) but that was nothing in comparison to the Empress who impressed, immense, as she whispered:

“Look busy, the Emperor is coming” with a knowing wink. Then I met the Hierophant on an elephant and realized he was me! The Lxvers had their twist and, yep, I stick to that script because we injoi, immensely as I sped off in my Chariot as the very definition of Strength who, paradoxically, became a Hermit as spiritual development is a solo thing. What is a man to do because if you roll em, hold em or fold em the Wheel of Fortune doth spin and it brings Justice to the Hanged Man who was just out, standing in his field, before finding himself swinging from a tree as he looked with a new perspective but you know what the best thing is? Now he’s outstanding in his field! The Death of ignorance and coping mechs resurrects Temperance as one is on a natural high to which there is no equivalent but plenty attempt to mimic. But, as always, the Devil is in the details and as I bopped down the strip thinking it was one thing it was swiftly revealed another instead as all of the previous steps did coalesce into… A trampoline! I know, can you believe it? With one step I leapt over the Tower as my Star winked and said “Finally, we meet again. Took you long enough to comprehend, dunderhead!” with a grin as the Moon did embrace and shared that not many see the dark side and live plus fewer still click its a Game of three halves whilst in the flesh which I took as a huge complement as I leapt into the furnace of the Sun which was, surprisingly, really cold which hints we share what we didn’t get and often wish to feel within which really says a lot, doesn’t it? My Judgment in all of this? I cannot say, yet, for all I know is that I Know nothing but that isn’t entirely accurate as the square and circled danced in the point in the mid as they were reverse engineered to reveal the golden spiral of ascent ergo my current floor of ignorance is the previous levels glass ceiling wisdom which is totally mind bending because if you’d told me then I’d be gently guided by the gossamer threads of gnosis in the flesh that I’m an immortal I’d have believed it but that is such a poor substitute for feeling and thats got me screaming from the rooftops to the whole World that you are here to overcome yourself as you’re a puzzle only you can solve.

In that respect mine was tailored perfectly to my mindset or was it the flip? What if we are, each and every one, the author of our own adventure in the flesh but few stop to comprehend as their way as they’ve never actually put the work in and thus get the most basic print at a lower res until they’ve been around the wheel of time a few spins and get to click the sketch that this entire realm dwells within their consciousness?

Running the world, in the esoteric sense, truly is a lifetime commitment isn’t it? Who knew there was such a fine balance to all things that requires constant stage management. And then there was me. Loose cannoning on a sinking ship in which I, my Self, had drilled holes then looked for another to blame! Either way, I learned to swim and rose from the depths with less wrinkles feeling like Gilgamesh as what I get is that true immortality is who we is but often its the Hero’s Quest thats needed to make one lose their mind, conditioned, to come to their senses. Much like the Alchemist, yes? Anyway, saying all that to say this:

I still can’t say who I am, fully, in the sense of all of the other lives that are etched on the vinyl disk that spins in the Fourth Dimension but I’ve heard a few of my greatest hits from past, present and future and they’re pretty slick which makes so much sense because if the outer world is all good then who questions the illusion but if your ego gets chipped, clipped and then stomped to bits just after you’ve mastered your Kintsugi flex you can’t help but yell “Sort it out, ref!” as it seems he gives not an F and is actively playing with the opposition until it clicks there is only ever one Soul in this realm who interacts with figments of his imagination in each spin until it becomes more and more Self evident. Then you do it all again but hyper condensed ergo enforced enlightenment is such an accurate term that one cannot help but offer gratitude and respect for the whole stage managed performance. No wonder I said “I wish I could play that Game again for the first time” before I swiftly inherited the most dangerous thing in the realm (the baby brain) then, on spec, rejected everything the teachers ever said as it made literally zero sense to run the treadmill as adventure was calling. Like learning how to balance a chair on two legs, perfectly.

This could be straight up delusion on my end as I still cannot profess to comprehend the ins and outs of the full sketch from your perspect (and neither do you tell, direct) but its my story and I’m sticking to it like a strong opinion, loosely held that is revised as and when new data floats in to upgrade my internal OS with expanded resonance that is always for my best. And to think I spent absolutely ages grinding an axe looking for trees to fell in the forest of illusion before I clicked that was the main distraction! Ha, how slick and egregious in the same instance because not only is the brain a machine made for association and reality creation it also likes to pretend its the voice in your head when, in reality, we’re something so numinous, so beautiful and eternized that this entire dimension (and all of the rest) dwell within your consciousness. Wow! But you already knew all of this whilst I was forced to Know the Ledge to make sense of the madness as I dodged the schizo bullets like a real life Neo transcending the construction in the flesh. Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is but white rabbits, a couple of pills and some booty shaking may just give you a hint! The new and improved me states with a sonorous resonance:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. Take it from the one that comprehends we are all, each and every one, the man behind the curtain of ignorance printed “FEAR! Stay away!” for it contains your greatest strength ergo Earth is a place to face them hence get free or thrive trying is the mindset otherwise you’ll just be tumbling and fumbling trying to make sense of the riddle wrapped in a paradox called “Being human”. I mean, consider the fact that the base totality of your reality is that you’re wearing flesh, walking around a planet, that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball off in the distance with some points, twinkling, that tell the story of the ages. Doesn’t that just sound a little bit ridiculous when you stop and think about it? Have you, ever? If not now, then when? Know the Ledge, my friend.

Till we meet again

Watering a Rock Doesn’t Make It Soft

This goes out to you
and you
and you
you know who you be
it was me that didn’t see
that faces can change places
depending upon situations
and who you want to be.

More fool me
I guess
and yet
in retrospect
I gain immense strength, wealth
and awareness
thanks to you!

So cool
see
the fool
eventually becomes wise
but one who tells lies
never finds the truth
as they, themselves do confuse.

Thats kinda ironic
isn’t it?
I think it is.

Biggest lesson learned?
Watering a rock
doesn’t make it soft
my friend.

Especially not if you’re candy floss
woven of spiritual luminescence
and they
super quick
whip up a mirror image
to engage in a Game
of table tennis
in which they catch
what you pitch
and make you think
“Finally, someone who gets my wavelength!”
but they don’t
not one bit.

This is how I Know
(capitalized for a reason)
that Vampires exist.

They don’t have teeth
blood red
or those type of theatrics
as this beast is most subtle
and cunning.

To think like them is
frankly
exhausting
as I did pick apart said psyches
to make sense of what kicked
and that is when it clicked:

“They are profoundly damaged from within”.

I actually zoned in on the amygdala
which
in them
is entirely broken
and malfunctional
ergo they truly don’t feel a thing.

This
however
makes them amazing at acting
and I’d be willing to bet
that most thespians
businessmen and
narcissists share this trait in common
and the modern world
as it is
is built just for them
hence why its so easy to ascend
when inside their chests
they have a brick
on a bit of string
that swings
between their ribs.

The Hells Angel in the flesh
was the perfect example of this
wrinkly old bint
but there are plenty
young and attractive
that are singing the same script.

Yoga classes are full of them
hence the Namaste/Zero to Sixty bish effect
of which they are totally clueless
as a part of them seems
to totally believe
the role they think they’re portraying.

Spiritual types
for some reason
are often in on this grift
maybe because they know
its a quick way to bilk money
or attention from the simps
who’ll line up and throw it at them
as they think they’re getting guidance
when
in the end
their pockets get ran
attention gets drained
and they may just sip
the Kool Aid as well
hence all those dead Souls
in one mans grip.

If you read this back
I’ve revealed an immense secret
because when it comes to the poles
of the axis that spin
most aren’t on the end
that is marked “Optimal Alignment“.

Instead
we rest
in times of hoodwinked guests
hence
not all who walk in the flesh
are truly human
my friend.

If your Soul is full of light
they’ll be on you
day and night.

Heck
you probably incarnated in
to a vipers den
or
like the lady
that died
married in
not knowing what you’d get
and this
in part
is due to your messed up imprints
because it is akin
to a bird
being raised by fish
who feel envious of your wings
and thus they set to clip
every chance that they get.

Watering a rock may not
make it soft
but when the former is thrown
into a lake
placid
it can bring up all types of things
and that
in the end
is one of the greatest flips
because
if I’m the only Soul in this realm
then they come bearing gifts
about what time it is
and the greatest hint they give
is that to escape
one must gain supreme detachment
which you certainly will possess
after dealing with them
as you’ll see they know how
to play your emotions
like a fiddle
as they pimp your consciousness
and
just like a magician
once you click the trick
never shall you fall
for the ruse again.

Impossible.

See
when you Know your Self
you are
on spec
immune from all decep
and that
in turn
means you see through
the illusions of
the voice in your head
this hologrammatic Matrix
and pretty much everything else
as well
which
as you may have ascertained
certainly is a great gift, yes?

The thing is
I speak not as a coal
that seeps the red hot pain
of misery
but as a cool diamond instead
that glints with its strength
and thus I push the pen
like this
to illuminate an aspect
to the rest
so lets whip up a checklist
as these automata in the flesh
always have the same M.O
and it goes like this:

Lxve bombing.

At first they will seem
beyond perfect.
Like heaven sent
when
in the end
they’re the Devils very best.

Don’t fall for this.

You are not that funny
witty
attractive
or good in bed.

They don’t so much as stroke your ego
but furiously masturbate it instead.

They take no criticism
everything is your problem
and thus you need to fix it.

They can deftly manipulate negative emotions
ergo all those moonlit confessions
of all the pain and suffering
when you let your heart spill
will
most certainly
be used as weapons of mass destruction
in the next spat or conflict.

This can
for some
cause an odd type of trauma bonding
as they weave their web in to events
before them
and thus steal your future
or
at the least
attempt, hence:

Delink, delink, delink.

What else?

Anything you like doing
they will avoid
as means of punishment.
At extremes this can become
denigration or shaming of said thing.
Anything to see your glow dim
as when you don’t shine
they feed, instead.
Vampires, recollect?

If you try to disconnect
they may threaten to kill themselves
or something equally dramatic.
Like unleashing a team of flying monkeys
or other manipulation.
If you let them back in
then whatever they use to make up with
will be the best you ever had
as they fill the OD syringe with such a hit
that you’ll be walking on cloud nine
till
once again
the mask slips
and you’re left wondering
“How the heck did I end up here again?
What kicks?”.

They feed on you
like a caterpillar and leaf.
Meaning
they gain in strength
as you are no longer one piece.
Kiss goodbye to peace
Self esteem
and an undistorted view of reality
my friend
those states will be gone with the wind
as they slurp the essence of your resonance
and come back for second helpings
then thirds as well
as their greed never ends.

You may note a fascination
for lifes finer things
as well as image selling
and being whatever you need
initially.

Much like Hollywood sets
there is plenty of front
but no back end
like how Forrest Gump made
Six hundred mil
cost Fifty to make happen
but reported profits
less than nil
with debts of Thirty Ms.

That
in a nutshell
exactly what I mean
about the narcs inner realms
as the math doesn’t math
and yet
someones raking it in
using a surreptitious method
so be wary who you give
your attention to and this
goes double for what you let in
as we’re in times of pimp
or be pimped
my friend
and what I mean by this
is there is a mind virus
in this realm
and if you do not comprehend
the sketch I’ve shared hence
then tag, you’re it
as plenty of men
water rocks
thinking they’ll get soft
just because
there are other things
that keep em erect
ergo they’ll overlook the other aspects
which
like Mystikal
yell “Danger!”
to those who’ll listen…

Sometimes
the moth must dance with the flame
to rise
once again
as a phoenix of wisdom
to illuminate the rest
about the true state of play
but I’ve seen so many limp
with singed wings
both men and women
that this global epidemic
must be addressed
as these folks certainly have
a major malfunction
that makes them every so slightly
inhuman
and thus totally inhumane
as there is no empathy vein within
ergo its a Dark vs Bright Souls thing
so one should up their res
and be more discerning.

All that said
I’m not mad
not even a tiny bit
as the whole point of the performance
is the etheric hit they they get
as they drain your energetics
so I
instead
look at this as enforced enlightenment
and with this public statement
I command you cease
your shenanigans
on all levels of consciousness
this instant.

Till we meet again

If You Have Difficulty Making Decisions – Do This

I have multidimensional thinking. What I mean by this is I can take any idea, event or concept and turn it around in my head to see it from any angle or perspective I wish. “A handy trick” an eminently practical (and thus rich) friend of mine once said, as he would always call upon me whenever he had a problem that he wished to find a solution for via a view from a different lens. As he was leaving, sporting a grin as I’d just told him how to use a downturn to his advantage, he said “You’re a great resource but I couldn’t live like this. I’d be stuck in a constant state of paralysis of analysis. Finger on the trigger, taking everything in, poised for action but never pull the blick because you’re stuck in your head, trying to work all the angles”.

To say I was flabbergasted was an understatement as that, to me as a jit, was the first time I met my blindspot when it comes to Self perception. “Of course!” I exclaimed. “How on Earth did I not see this?” I wondered, but then our minds playing tricks on us is nothing new as that is how they are shaped to function. What else? I mean you, right now, are unfinite awareness being filtered through the limited density perceptions of flesh which is then ran through and processed by your life imperience and expectations of possible before being edited into a seamless thread that discounts billions of bits of information to focus on a handful instead which you then (in real time) project on an “out there” that doesn’t actually exist anywhere but inside your head.

Crazy, isn’t it that I spotted this but missed the obvious which my action oriented friend whose motto for living was “Decent will do, just make it happen” versus my quest for mapping all and everything then tapping the natural resources present to the optimal depth in order to create something quite amazing and breathtaking. That is the Game. It will meet you on your own level and hide in the very last place you’d seek because its like the bundle of nerves in the back of your eye that they call the blind spot colloquially but without which you wouldn’t be able to see. In order to perceive that its like taking a quantum leap and being willing to step outside of the limits you call “Me”. For example, peep:

Wild isn’t it? But also so visceral and direct that you cannot discount what I’ve said as you’ve just caught your mind with its hand in this biscuit tin. Watch it slink off with an impish grin but remember – it will try and make you forget this little slice of wisdom and encourage you to slide back into the old Patterns of thinking that lead to it being at the helm of your awareness and thus Slave describes those best who know not this. The Warrior takes this gnosis that glistens in the darkness within and nourishes it, protects it and uses it for guidance as they aim at nothing less than transcendence which means total domination takes full concentration but never tense or hesitant. Just present. Here, now and therefore free to resonate throughout eternity. Anywhen, I say that to say this:

If what I’ve said sounds familiar and you too have difficulty making decisions and sticking to it then realize this is just the other side of your gift. In nature the poison and cure often grow alongside which is an immense hint and there will always be one in your circle of friends to balance the element as I said. The trick is to pick the most practical move available at the moment which brings you closer – even if by only an inch – to the beneficial outcome intended. Let me give you an example:

Fatty Fat Fat is, as his name suggests, quite corpulent. Triple F is also known for devouring knowledge like cream cakes and shovels both of them in at an alarming rate. His corpulency extends from the flesh to intellect and thus there is at least some form of resonance as he feels in his element when doing this. Lately though he’s been realizing this is a problem. Before he rationalized it well because of the immense amount of learning in his head which says “For optimal neuro efficiency the brain needs to use the reserves of glycogen therefore I eat these sweet treats not for the gustatory pleasures but for the intellectual benefits of increased cognitive performance”. Like most of the good lies we tell ourselves this is only partially correct because Fatty’s developmental years were quite harrowing and in order to escape from the pain he keeps hidden beneath his neck (in an attempt to disconnect from the past whilst evading the present) he found solace in his sweet tooth. There is another added benefit of making him appear very unattractive to the opposite sex (even though he craves affection) so his subconscious says “Two birds with one stone” and he keep shoveling.

Were he to stop, even for a moment, an immense discomfort would grip his abdomen and its tension from not processing (ie being distracted from dealing with the emotion he hasn’t digested or accepted from said events, back when) would cause him to act out blaming them, him or her – whoever was present – as the cause of his problem when it actually comes from within.

Fatty has been on the planet a few decades and is totally used to this way of living. Its second nature to him but, for all of his smarts, he never stopped to question “What is the Prime state that this learned way of living is hiding?“. Luck smiled on him and Fatty came waddling into my office on fine evening and said “I know everything there is to know about metabolism, comfort eating, psychological defenses and all the rest but yet I can’t stop eating. Will you help me fix this?” he asked in between absent minded bites of the protein bar he brandished that he washed down with a a sugary drink.

The resonance was most interesting as these events unfolded long after the original “Paralysis of analysis” conversation that headed this missive and thus it was intriguing to see so many elements of myself reflected back in the corpulent frame that sat in my office and had the chair holding on for dear life after he placed his sizable bulk upon it. “What have you tried?” I asked him.

He reeled off a list that involved every single external thing you could mention, their pros, cons, long term benefits, the best alternatives as well as many other synergistic options and variables. His research was impeccable but he’d fell for the trick his mind was playing upon his awareness so I reiterated the question in a way more visceral:

“If one on the one hand” I said, approximating a scale with my limbs “You’ve got endless shoveling of sugary treats into your mouth piece and on the other you’ve got something practical which was actioned and not just researched, reasoned or posited give me the level of balance in the past day, month and year”.

Crestfallen he said “At least ninety eight percent theoretical”. See, this is how you can catch your mind playing tricks because all that “Coulda, shoulda, woulda” BS goes flying past the windowsill once defenestrated and demonstrated by what you actually did that was true, solid and tangible. Now we could’ve launched into an immense diatribe or mental jousting talking about that or this but by now I’m certain you’ve spotted how that is another distraction because, as luck would have it, at that very moment he reached into his jacket and pulled out another snack which I used as an example.

“Stop” said I, with a tone dramatic. “Here is your chance to tip the scales in ways favoring being thin instead of sinking further into the velvet lined rut of corpulence, overthinking and distraction that brings you in to my office seeking solutions”. “How?” he replied with palpable tension at his Pattern being interrupted as his subconscious was simply doing what it did best:

“Keep his mouth filled otherwise he’ll scream and yell against what happened back when and that is not acceptable”. This was an old script laid down by his gaslighting parents who rationalized their treatment of him as their folks before them and so on went the links of his suffering all the way back to the root laid by an ancestor which was manifesting in the present moment. In that respect we all must tend our own personal Garden of Eden which (for most) is an overgrown personal hell. Can you see why the mind plays tricks in order to prevent the realization of this? The Slave doth acquiesce without protest, even though they feel quite miserable and unfulfilled as they sip from the poisoned chalice that tastes sweet on their lips and hides the bitterness within. The Warrior takes another option and thus liberates the internal poisons in order to make space for the natural nectar we all possess to take up its rightful station at the helm of his awareness. Getting back to the moment:

“All you’ve got to do is make sure the very next thing you do is in resonance with your intent of getting slim, which this” I gestured at the crumbs which surrounded him during the forty five minute appointment “Isn’t”. “Take this pad and pen” I said then quickly instructed him on the art of talking to the child within as that is who controls these actions due to blindly following old Patterns programmed as modes of survival back when. “Let the emotions and sensations flow onto the page and see what happens”.

With that he left.

It wasn’t an instant process. No, far from it. He failed many times but always took it as feedback instead which reframed the process as a learning curve on the path to Self mastery. Along the way the weight started dropping. It actually left and never came back without him starving himself as he’d now fed that part of him that was famished and simply following orders it had penned in a childs perspective as a survival mechanism. A resonance, a connection within was developed and all it took was interrupting the Pattern by being aware in the moment and choosing a different option then asking the why and when for these actions from the child within. Once the energetics are made conscious they are defused below the neck and thus the behavior they created also shifts and one can program in new modes of being which are far more pleasurable. Sadly 81% of the populace would rather die, and will, rather than glimpse within. They’ll clutch to events, symbols and concepts that are akin to the cakes and biscuits that Fatty was eating and see no problem. The same goes with the huge amount of folks who are outsanely talented but can’t get out of their head as the thought of concrete action fills them with dread and thus they end up chasing their tale, doing nothing practical and ending up miserable as another cautionary tale of wasted potential.

There are a lot of folks, male and female, who are conventionally attractive, have a lot going for them and are in demand for sexing but can’t seem to hold down a relationship as they mess it up once in or (even worse) do not allow themselves to commit as they are holding out for the hypothetical perfect that ticks all of the boxes on an immense laundry list their mind says will be the one who fixes them and makes it all worth it. By now you should have formed a rudiment sketch inside your head of what is truly happening and how to deal with the energetics as its all about how you relate to your Self and in that sense the past is always present.

Heck, a lot of these things aren’t even formed in your lifetime. They are the inheritance of those who came before and chose to live and die without examining as they expected an external savior, shored themselves up with accomplishments or focused their attention on distractions which often lead to a masked existence. This is actually a huge problem. Humanities greatest wish is to be honest but seeing it is just like this optical illusion as the mind which plays trick is great at hiding itself from that which is pure within:

Inner Sense. The Witness. That which makes it all possible and who you are before, during and after this sojourn into the land of five senses aka Valley of the Plebs. Nobody but your Self can motivate the rise to a higher state of being and that is why I say freedom comes from within but the first step is realizing you’ve been tricked and currently identify with an Adulterated aspect of Self that takes in an edited narrative, mistakes it for the real thing and continually does more of what is ineffective, never worked since back when and actually functions as a very good distraction designed to prevent the realization (and thus transcendence) of the true problem.

Do the most productive thing you can do now. Use the notepad and pens with two inks to speak to the child within and inch towards a practical application of the Knowledge of Self you’re gaining by becoming aware of the many layers of deception that make the hologram of reality possible. At the root of all of this people all over the world are suffering due to being disconnected from within. It manifests in ways countless and whilst the solution is based upon the individual, their strength and circumstances the outline of what I’ve shared is the same for all those I meet who wish to take their first steps on the Path of Power so take what works, leave the rest, put it to the test and see what happens.

Till we meet again

There Are No Mistakes That Matter

Listen to me
with all of your being
my friend.

In the end
there are no mistakes
that matter.

Can you
just for a moment
pretend that free will
is an immense illusion which
sells you the choice of options
that
in reality
do not exist.

Its OK
we’re just imagining.

Feel your way into this
beyond mere words on a screen
there is a resonance
I want you to find it
and forge a connection with it.

Once you are there
embrace the part you left
call it in as well
acknowledge its presence
as you both recollect:

There are no mistakes that matter.

Because we aren’t matter
or flesh
but pure consciousness instead.

That the spirit!

I can feel your mindset shifting
towards coherence
we are clicking
because reality is
just as I said.

The strangest thing is
the more you progress
into this realm
the less volume from the din
the past played is influencing
the present
which is really quite amazing
isn’t it?

I guess we truly are
nothing but stories
made flesh
in the end
and the neuroplastic effect
means we can choose
to edit the script
and see it from another lens
instead of beating ourselves up
about what we Thunk
we coulda, shoulda, did
when that card wasn’t in the deck
nor the hand that was dealt.

The most amazing thing is
when you get what I said
it suddenly appears
in another skin
but the same resonance
you were craving
because life is built on attraction
and what you chase
always runs away.

I guess thats part of the Game.

Hey
it keeps things interesting!

So next time you’re feeling sad
or riding waves of regret
simply stop
and recollect:

“There are no mistakes that matter“.

This is the Win or Learn mindset.

Till we meet again