Why Neutral Is the Fastest Speed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Neutral is the fastest speed“.

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

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

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

Till we meet again

The Sense of Being Stared At

Can you imagine, for a moment, you are a scuba diver surrounded by fish in the depths of the ocean? The suit fits you like a second skin, the apparatus keeps your lungs all filled and the medium in which you float in quickly becomes invisible as you adapt to the climate.

Now, take all of the above and switch the suit for flesh, water for air and lets make the fish invisible. In this metaphor they become what, back when, was called an entity or demon. I prefer the term Neg as that is their resonance as they work on the subtle level to exert an influence that has most of the realm in its grip. Sound farfetched? Spin your Rolodex for all of the “I don’t know what came over him?” and “She’s a totally different person when…” events and see if you get a straight line in Tetris moment. Of course we, of flat screens and USBs, are too advanced to accept such primitive myth and superstish as facts but this, after all, a thought imperiment in which we attempt to get to grips with things just beyond the EM spectrum. To add some sprinkles:

What do you think your cat is tracking as it stops preening for a second and watches something invisible walk through your room and through the other wall? Ever had a dog that barks at something you can’t see, incessantly, then stops, randomly? What of the feeling of being alone, at home, and then looking at something, quite certain, you’re being watched? Add in the sense of a chill – like walking through a spiders web – then you reach up and find… Absolutely nothing. Cross reference this with a childs “invisible friends” and you would not be too far from my perspect. A lot of depression is the presence of these Negs and pretty much all of psychosis is thanks to their resonance which links in with the ways of the magickian who delves into the depths of his own awareness and comes face to faceless with these demons of the mind as he attempts to master them on the path to enlightenment. Or endarkenment, depending upon his preferences…

Look into Jack Parsons, of JPL fame, and his links with the self proclaimed wickedest man in this realm along with he who would bring Scientology into being and you’ll spot some curious resonance as all, in their own way, approached the same thing. Call them illusions, delusions or what you will. The fact is, they exist. You know those daze (not a spelling mistake) when you don’t feel like you but something else? Yep. What about the effects of hallucinogens which could be termed as a way to build a bridge to where these folks usually chill? One of the most interesting things about the works of a doc in this field was how he found, under rigorous tests, people were talking to things they described as sentient discarnate and all of their descriptions were the same. To bring it to this plane, lets imagine a man hallucinates a pet but, by some type of glitch, everyone in his environment sees it as well. How could you tell? After all, what we class as solid is simply external signals, encoded then stitched, into a narrative we expect then interact with. What if you were, somehow, immune to all of this and wondered exactly what people were seeing? Lets say you question them and they class you an idiot until you take a pic and show them… Absolutely nothing.

The interesting thing is I’d be willing to bet their brains would fill in, as shown by the image at the head of this text, which brings up all sorts of questions. Are we hallucinating this reality, as a collective? That would explain the reality tunnel effect, the simulation hypothesis and a the concept of a ghost in the machine, really well. But, it would also contradict what we’ve been trained to expect as believers in the material. They say science advances as the old guard die a death and the new are familiar with the previously strange concept. John Nash, of a Beautiful Mind fame did just such a thing and, when questioned, he said:

“The same place that gave me gifts of mathematical skill are the same that sent the rest so of course I’d look in as they’d been right about everything else”. This is why he got sectioned. Many musical artists attest the same thing then we have the curious myth of the Devil and his deals that bring preternatural skill to those who, previously, couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. Sprinkle the ashes of Club Twenty Seven upon this and see what you get. To me a far more interesting pic of reality kicks in that may be, I suspect, what lead the author of the Necronomicon to pen:

Isn’t it interesting how what he wrote as a work of fiction went on to influence those who really do weave spells and do rituals as they clicked that what linked and spoke through him was some true and accurate? Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. Thing is, in times of universal deception, the Game is also flipped ergo one should do the Knowledge as anothers truth could be your fabrication as well accept certain things (mostly unchecked) then use them to create our paradigm which is mainly inherited and influenced by our peers, parents and the media blitz in which we swim. That too, like the fish, is invisible but once you peer beneath the lid you can’t help but wondering why there are so many JC saviors in the flicks and then it becomes quite obvious who Neo actually is – even if that particular application was heavy handed. To see if you can decode at a higher res check out Die Hard instead as its the same tale in a new dress. Do the Knowledge, my friend.

Now, there is an interesting subsection of this planet who totally prove my hypothesis but their testimony is usually stricken from the record as the words of a lunatic or imbecile, at best. Thing is, there is a thin line between insanity and genius and what if the modern nutters would’ve been Shamans back when had their faculties for extended perception been trained well, off rip, as opposed to becoming square watermelons instead? See, on another stage of the Game, when the medicine man headed the village he’d fix the pairings to ensure his ecosystem remained coherent and seeing as they were usually single he’d get the signal of his new apprentices consciousness being beamed in and thus would tell the parents:

“The child coming is special, he will be the next Shaman“.

They would be beside themselves at the gift and would do exactly as he said to prepare the womb and home to ensure the correct passage for this nascent awareness before he took over and shared his skills, the wisdom of imperience, and hoisted the child above his shoulders to see what he said. In that respect it was a fair exchange as babies are drenched in Inner Sense so he’d question about the world he just left to which his links were still natural and, together, they’d build his resonance. One of the most amazing legends I’d read was of one who had spent his time developing engaged in nothing but intense mental communication as an adept. Meaning, he could speak but the elder would only reply via thoughts sent from chest. As time progressed he developed the skill we know as clairvoyance but it had an amazing side effect as he could speak to animals. You can test this, at present. If you come across a dog that is yapping and ferocious then instead of reacting with fear (which they can smell) instead bring your mind into your chest and beam pure affection at it. Watch what happens. It can really shift your paradigm. Same with cats but they detect it super quick except the method is more involved as they process energetics different. This is why, I suspect, your canine friend can detect when your shift has ended and you’re busy Yabbadabbadoing after a day running the treadmill. I do believe Sheldrake looked into this and produced results that were scientifically significant but he was laughed out of the building and called a simpleton by people who refused to check, reality test or even think about what he said as it threatened their paradigm. Or, could it be due to the Negs that know this train of thought will derail their grip upon human consciousness?

China is filled with stories and myths just like this hence the “Hungry Ghost” effect. Japan has similar but on a whole nother level as their interlopers were probing into mans depths in the literal sense which bears a striking resemblance with the aliens that would manifest, later, out West. India too accepts these things as quite common and thus not worth commenting as their culture was built, primarily, on interfacing with the invisible although the traditions have been diluted quite well since the EIC stepped in and rewrote a lot of texts and, on others, completely flipped the script. What is telling, however, is the origin of the real life inspiration behind a famously fictional secret agent and that black mirror of his that he used to talk to “angels”. Another curio is how the ones mentioned back when as the fallen who taught men weapons and the ladies got schooled in the art of makeup and booty shaking. Kind of strange, eh? You could debunk all of this as a whole load of hokum but the sense of being stared at is something so universal as is turning, unerring, to look in that direction. Matter of fact I used to train this particular skill, back when, to keep my Self from boredom. Did you?

Lace in a bit about dreams, precognitive, “mothers intuition” and that strange sensation of thinking about someone before the phone rings – especially if you haven’t heard from them in ages – and its not hard to argue that we’re obviously zoomed in to a small bit of the bigger pic which makes perfect sense as we are currently within a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness that is modeled on a fractal. Thats why you see such resonance between ear shells and the fetus as well as carrots, sliced, looking like eyes and all of the rest as there is but one fundamental force – Psylense – which was called the Ether, back when. Science, again, discounts this but it can proven real quick by bunching your fingers and thumb on the hand you write with, pointing it at the floor with your other palm parallel and making small circles. Don’t ask me what happens. Do the Knowledge, my friend. A good explanation, which fits the current model, for women clicking when their kids are up to mischief is because they found traces of Y chromosomes inside regions of their brains. If it had had been from their fathers then girls would’ve been born male ergo it had to come from some place else. Thing is the immune system is totally hostile to these types of things until we look into the placentas link when it comes to exchange and resonance then it makes a whole load of sense as well as explaining, real well, generational trauma imprints, personal blips in behavior which come from older aspects, back when, and a whole host of interesting things which are currently labelled fringe.

More to heaven and earth, my friend.

Till we meet again

The Song of Your Soul

I want you to imagine a shelf. It is lined with records. Some are old, others current and many that you haven’t heard yet. There are quite a few of them. Can you pick one out, at random? Whats on the cover? What does it say? Does it speak volumes? Skim the tracklist, see if anything jumps out and sings without you even playing the disc.

What if I told you that you, now, hold in your grip a testament and record of a life you once lived?

I know. Mind blowing, isn’t it? Look closer at the name of the artist for a hint that it is you, eternal…

In this thought imperiment you have just Witnessed something I glimpsed on pure intuition in a higher state of consciousness. The download, as usual, was instantaneous but the integration of what it meant took a bit and then to be able to convey the awareness to the next mind in a way they’d comprehend came as I pushed the pen.

We all have one of these shelves in what could be termed a hall of records. I know, it sound super new age and all that type of mess and I, personally, would give it zero credit had I not felt it my Self. That is what makes the difference. Well, that and a point I don’t think anyone else has ever shared and what flipped my lid when I comprehended the depth of the message as it was so intricate as it repped a fractal of consciousness within which there was endless depth:

Your life, right now, is built of various cut and pasted bits from previous editions or versions of your Self. Samples, if you will:

Really let that sink in. Not just the words and text but feelings and images. You may wish to close your eyes for a moment and drift into a state of relaxation in order to see what kicks in the depths of your subconscious which may just take to to such a place or offer some real live hints that may be worth checking. Or you could continue on with no Fs given. Entirely your prerogative, my friend. In that respect your peeps and relations along with situations can be seen as riffs and things that were lifted from other incarnations and, in this, stitched to form the life you currently live. Mind blowing, isn’t it? Don’t mistake the premise for simple repetition though, my friend. Oh no. See, just like bones and skin there are countless options that may seem different but, on closer inspection, one spots the common thread:

You are the writer, singer and performer of each one of these records on the shelf and they all detail your adventures in the flesh in this realm. Contrary to what most past life regressions say not everyone was someone super rich and famous with mass influence as most live and died in lives that were spectacularly average and not worthy of mass attention. But, to them, they were special. They held on with a tight grip. Some fell overboard whilst others were cast out of the ship. A few clambered back in and told of their visions from beyond the realm but I suspect there isn’t anyone living on the planet at this moment that can kick lyrics like this so lets get back to it, yes?

The actors may change but the roles remain. Sometimes a child can become a parent, one you helped causes you stress in this realm and any such combination of the immense debts and credits that go on to create the performance. That part, alone, can be insanely liberating as well as the second bit where you comprehend consciousness is all there is and thus you interact with nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination. Here’s the problem:

You already have an OS etched inside your head. Its as invisible as water to a fish and thus whatever I’ve said will, at best, peel a few layers off the surface to one who doesn’t put the work in and do the Knowledge for themselves as you need to get back to a bare metal shell to comprehend the Game itself otherwise it all makes very little sense, in the end. Or, maybe I’m wrong for doing this whilst living and am breaking the immersion because its all on the table after death. I doubt it. That I really do. Maybe, once upon a when, that was the case with incarnation but this realm has been intensely corrupted and I’m obviously a man on a mission to undo their programming as I’ve lived through some crazy things that immensely upped my resonance and made me recollect what I’d been made to forget. The eternal collection of your greatest hits is one of those things.

Lets pretend we live in a world where children aren’t bludgeoned with the old way of doing things as stale Thunk is poured into fresh heads by parents who want to create clones of them. No, instead they’re taught to plumb the depths as they paint, dance and sing from within in classes they Self direct and do whatever they wish with the grown folks around for guidance and to learn a lesson from them who are new in the flesh. Imagine, at some point, we start asking them about the old lives they lived and other recollections of their different parents and such things. After a while they too would draw the conclusion of the eternal record collection and it would be as Self evident as it is to us the moon isn’t made of cheese. What it is, however, is a statistical anomaly that by all weights, measures and odd things really should not exist as its impossibly big, perfectly sized to generate an eclipse and has quite a strange spin that shows two faces, in alternation, but keeps a third well hidden. I wonder what that could mean? What if that was the key and we can’t see what is present, directly? Wouldn’t that be something or do I sound like a lunatic? Did you know that people like nurses, door staff and those in law enforcement attest that full moons tend to create beasts of men as they unleash the strangeness? Same with Halloween. What could it all mean? Oh, if only we weren’t content in ignorance and didn’t ignore the records of those civilizations that lived, previously and recollect scenes when said luminary didn’t exist…

Of course we, of high tech and such things, write them off as delusional ramblings of a bunch of primitives who thought that thunder and lightning was some deity in a cloud yelling at them to keep all the noise down before they’d get a whupping. And yet there are also petroglyphs, myths and hints that speak of a war in heaven after which the sky fell and things were never the same again. The odd thing is, when taking this into consideration, it explains quite well why modern man is such a mess as I know, first hand, that traumatic repression is as invisible as water to a fish when the event is intense and its only when it clicks that bit thats missing from the record is what makes you act like this with wanton Self destruction and all kinds of coping mechs that you breathe a sigh of relief thats intense.

Who knows? Maybe, once upon a when, the gnosis of the shelf was taken as standard and it remains, to this day, as the simple concept of reincarnation? Even that has its own implications as this real life example attests that will, most certainly, make you think. I will say this:

Looking at my own life and characters I spot remarkable links between this time in the flesh and previous spins as there are times where certain areas were excess whilst others were next to nil. Ones of ignorance and bliss plus eras of wisdom and suffering as one comprehends the shadows depth then wonders how the hell they got into this mess and how you can help the rest to ascend because something is obviously very wrong with this realm. And then there is now. Those who once knew me as friends instead conspired to leave me dead, it seems, and yet all they did was spark old recollections of obtuse trainings from these lives I’ve lived and that truly is quite a gift hence why I’ve said everyone should get acquainted with the present as this vertical axis spins only from the eternal moment and its constant in each life. As is the state I’ve termed the Witness.

The Witness is what listens to the voice in your head, its what observes from behind your eyes, its what becomes localized in your toes at night when you bang them on the way to take a whizz plus its what generates the seeming feeling of realness when dreaming. If these songs have an author his name would the Witness for he truly is the protagonist of such things as he is constant in all incarnations, states and phases. I strongly suspect this is the golden key of gnosis that allows one to ascend but before using it one must comprehend the true nature of this realm is built around appetite generation and fulfillment but, as previous spins attest, these lands are false duplicates of the genuine and thus chasing perfection is a fools errand.

I remember, real well, a conversation in Kemet on such things in which the topic of numbers was examined. We three would, often, pick a topic in which one argued one perspective, the other would find an opposite and the third would seek synthesis. What do you expect when there were no TV sets to be entertrained with? I was of the opinion that only one and zero truly exist. The rest are multiplications of this tenet and thus have no true agency themselves whereas this binary opposition where something is present or absent reflects a deeper aspect of life itself. Ironic, isn’t it, that I now use tech built on the same thing to get this message into your head. Maybe I was onto something. The other said:

“Nay, for that is too black and white. Simplistic. You miss the grey, the nuance, the subtle aspects” before waxing lyrical with his own perspective that was intensely detailed. Another of we three chimed in and said:

“What if you’re both wrong and correct?” and went on to outline the nature of fractions and decimals and how there is nothing but point nine, recurring, into the distance and, when flipped, one can be halved and halved again but never approach nothing as it recedes from his grip like the divine does from them minds of men who opine they’re wise via training but a child lives, without thinking, and thus manifests the truest gift we’re given.

This one conversation, rendered as a page in a text, came thundering to my awareness, back when, and I quickly drew the links with various other talks in this life I live and that got me pondering about the nature of many things and how its all interlinked as there are things I Know that are simply impossible to click as well as various things like the first time I saw a fractal something, deep down within, made me stop and pay attention as I Knew it was important. Same with a Yin/Yang pin on a hippies bag, back when, as it yelled “This simple glyph encodes the secrets of this realm” even though the one who was sporting it was nigh on ignorant of the true meaning as he just liked the vibe it presents. What if we were friends, back when, and in this life he bought me this message as a recollection as the record on his shelf contained his rendition of our text and that bit that was cut and pasted in to create the Journey in the flesh requiring this link so I could type this text and share it with the rest who will now have a framework to build within as me map the hitherto unexamined inner realms that are conspicuously absent from both the official narrative and sanctioned texts as well for none know how to access but this info was quite common, back when, hence the work of the Shaman and various women of medicine as old cultures all accepted that the fairer sex is, by nature of her gift, more connected to higher realms whereas a man must develop these talents as he is more tuned into the land which, again, is ironic because nature is a mother, yes?

A really simple way of looking into this is if you’ve ever heard the same sample, patch, synth or drum loop in another record. You may note the way the snare hits reminds you of this or it could be a melody they interpolated or a great number of things. The amusingly titled Amen Break is the king of this as its been used to fuel countless hits and thus it behooves one to spin their own Rolodex to see what kicks. Granted, not many listen with an ear that connects to their chest as they’re too busy bobbing their heads instead but those who Know the Ledge will comprehend this gift I’ve just beamed into their awareness as it makes so much about everything make way more sense and this is why I said, back when, that you’ve never met a stranger and, furthermore, you are the only Soul in this realm. For you the replaying of a bit of an old hit may hold intense significance but, for the other, it could be something they overheard on the radio when they were busy doing something else. And yet, they are based on the same energetics hence it is our own resonance which counts for everything and builds the world we live in and that, my friend, is why one must be totally disconnected to jet at the end of this trip and reconnect with the Prime as this place is a closed circuit into which we step and animate lives with the gift of our presence that are little more to waking dreams the diamond tip of your consciousness causes to sing as you dip into the valleys and grooves of the vinyl, etched, and bring to life the performance of a lifetime. Then do it again. And again. And again until, one day, you’re humming along to something and that vibration opens a recollection as images and sensations float in with their invitation to come and peruse the record shelf and what comes next may just make your head spin as the implications of this revelation means life never appears the same again as you simply cannot unawaken once gnosis kicks in… Can you hear the Psylense?

Like I said, there are levels to this and what I’ve shared in this glimpse is quite literally akin to a sketch on a napkin over a meal with friends as the vibes are flowing in nourishment but the real thing can only be seen within by those who too felt the inkling in their chest that what I’ve said may be correct as they too suspect similar things as it would explain, real well, their times and relationships plus various other blips like why you feel drawn to visit certain places for no apparent reason and how some cultures and things feel like a better fit than the one you were raised in. Well, now you have it, my friend. It also explains the instant spark of attraction or repulsion as well as the mind can be programmed to accept whatever the Game said but the Soul recollects as it directly connects to the shelf that houses your records. In previous times they were more than aware of this as suggested in the tale of the Shaman who selected marriage partners and such things as they ran the spiritual ecosystem of their village when man fell, as a collective, from the previous stage of being able to do it themselves. Then the Game dipped again and we gained external things like religion, politics and all types of symbols and images to which people do give their power in the hope of gaining salvation or a solution which can only ever come from within because, without you, none of this exists.

Recollect that lifes natural friction is what shapes your individuation and your antagonist is simply helping you become the ultimate protagonist in this incarnation by using elements from your own record shelf aka your past, present and future lives, intermingled or better known as the song of your Soul which is constantly unfolding as you choose your own adventure in the flesh by doing the Knowledge to gain gnosis from finer realms as there are no accidents, only opportunities, my friend. There is so much depth to this topic that I could go on for ages as the fractal unfolded such intense gnosis that it felt like my previous hits from mainlining the secret truth of the universe simply paled in comparison to this new octave of bliss but life truly is a musical performance and that makes perfect sense as we are born to dance and sing which, in this stage, is downgraded quick to walking and talking instead thanks to your local camp of concentration with its “Sit still, look ahead” programming which most accepted, without question, as they were trained to run the treadmill and listen to the (false) self in their head from now till the end without ever stopping to reflect how they can be it when they are obviously that which listens?

Transcend the small s and embrace your higher Self instead. Such is the key to a life worth living as its all about alignment as you are not only the writer but singer and star of the song of your Soul and me? I’m simply a figment of your imagination that is siting in the audience of your current performance holding up a banner to get your attention as I spotted you, out there, whilst I was on my own stage and felt a glimmer of recollection so dropped in to share this message. Let go, gain everything. You are way more powerful than you think and the truth of the matter is that without you, my friend, none of this exists. If that isn’t a mindblowing concept I don’t know what is. Peruse your record shelf, look at your life from this lens and tell me if it hits different as, for me, so much about plenty made way more sense as it truly is attachment that keeps us coming back in for just another spin but we could, if we wished, ascend, as this fake reality and all of its illusions simply has nothing on what it means to comprehend you’re a god in the flesh playing the Game of Souls on its most difficult level hence there are no opponents, only teachers instead and that, alone, can shift your resonance as you may have spent ages banging your head against the door of a relationship which is simply a cut and paste of an old record and now can choose to shift as you discover the door to a better resonance was always present and an option. Just one of the challenges you set to overcome and transcend by turning old anvils into fresh feathers instead as you liberate the true potential they rep as its all energy, in the end. Practical metaphysics is my thing and I’ve just given you the sketch. Now its up to you to animate it in a way that begets true freedom by applying it. Think different. I can only show you the way of the Path of Power. Its up to you to walk it…

Till we meet again

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