Life Is Like a Choose Your Own Adventure Book

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Why You Need to Beleaf in a Higher Power

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Gratitude and Respect

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Watering a Rock Doesn’t Make It Soft

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They are profoundly damaged from within”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Impossible.

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

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

Lxve bombing.

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

Don’t fall for this.

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

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

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

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

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

Delink, delink, delink.

What else?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

If You Have Difficulty Making Decisions – Do This

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With that he left.

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

There Are No Mistakes That Matter

Listen to me
with all of your being
my friend.

In the end
there are no mistakes
that matter.

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

Its OK
we’re just imagining.

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

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

There are no mistakes that matter.

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

That the spirit!

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

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

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

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

I guess thats part of the Game.

Hey
it keeps things interesting!

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

“There are no mistakes that matter“.

This is the Win or Learn mindset.

Till we meet again

The Brain Is an Association Machine

One of the things that really do intrigue is how the brain is an association machine. This is something thats really simple to test because if you think of a song you like the best, unbidden, a whole load of linked factors will pop into your head. In this text I shared a deeper dive into the syntax of said things and how this all happens super quick as its handled by the part of you that processes billions of bits (as opposed to the 8, give or take, the mind can handle best). Now, when this works well its all hooray and hip but, as most lives attest, their internal OS is a mess hence they can’t accept themselves. This is a major malfunction of an otherwise well honed machine that is designed to co-create reality. Imagine it like this:

You know that feeling when you get your new computer, putin, and its smooth as silk and everything is super quick? Notice how when you check back in, say, a year and change its a different thing. Now you see the timer spin, its knees are weak and arms are heavy. Sometimes it may even vomit a load of spaghetti and refuse to acquiesce until you start it all again or throw it in the bin and help contribute to landfills. I’m sure everyone can relate to this, yes? Part of it is planned obsolesce, the other is straight up ignorance. As I said in this text, I used to hack when it meant more than combining two preset items on a menu and thinking you did it big. That meant you had to know what kicked under the lid as we were nerds before nerding was the in thing. In that respect the modern OS is a walled garden in which the operator plays a Game of Simon Says and only allows you to play by the rules and cues he decides to accept. Many people are quite happy with this as they know no different but anyone who super tuned their rig for peak performance, back when, will attest that the cut of the modern jib sliced the quick to the skin and then took an extra chunk as well. Its something you’d really have to feel to believe as its akin to hitting the power switch and being ready to do what you did within seconds instead of minutes plus everything is really efficient and just says what it does on the tin.

Would you like your mind to operate like this?

Well, it is possible. Thing is the length and breadth of the sketch would stretch most brains to the point of a crack appearing in the walls of tension that holds it in and that, my friend, is both the problem and solution. Walk with me for a minute:

Do you think a Chinese brain works the same as one born and raised in the US? The answer is “Nyet” even those the basics are identical. The language they use, the cultural views and a whole host of things like genetic heritage and environmental variables all make an immense difference but the single biggest aspect is a belief in the ancestors. Every single melanated culture across the planet venerates those who came before. This has been the way since the days of yore but when the white man made his grand entrance and proclaimed it all savagery and devil worship it took on a centralized operation in which you could only venerate who they say, in a specific way, on a certain day. “Anyone who disagrees is an infidel and we must kill them dead!” is the chapter and verse from the official record. History attests to this, in case you think I’m lying. As I said in the passage linked the singular use of number and its difference is why there are no B-sians when it comes to math even though that stereotype still gets a laugh. Its true though, hence funnier still. Now, getting back on thread, paying homage to the dead is what became in West known as Halloween which is totally different from its original intent and core message.

Lets pretend you’re playing a Game in which you do the whole online thing and enjoy, graciously. You get killed and are waiting to respawn in the land of pixels and thus float as a ghost and take in the scene. During this ordeal in which you can no longer touch, feel or interact with your old team they forget to click you in. You are now angry as heck and thus may do all kinds of mischief with the little voltage you have left like tying their laces when they don’t perceive then sit there giggling “Teehee!” from behind your screen. Lets say an interesting thing happens via the laws of cause and effect as you make them sweat in the flesh and this is you get a swift bump in energy. Some people may say “To hell with reality, I’m on the spooks team!” as they link with other minds abandoned in tough times by those who no longer feel a sense of empathy to those who’ve been. That, my friend, is the reality of ghosts in the simulation and this is why they often “haunt” one place and engage in the same things, again and again and again or drain via sex whilst sleeping as the ballad of the drunken sailor doth attest.

To me this is as real as it can be and it makes perfect sense, lucidly, as I’ve had my fair share of encounters beyond the veil thanks to my NDE. Your mileage could, and indeed should, vary but let me sprinkle some food for thought in your intellectual granary:

Have you ever sat at home, alone, and felt, most certainly, there is something staring at thee? You look at the empty space, directly, and perceive there is nothing to be seen. You look back again and then shake your head and say “Must be my imagination” before getting back on with things. This is so common I don’t think anyone could dispute it. Anyone with a pet will also attest the times they bark at “nothing” or stare at the same thing as your cat tracks an invisible being though one wall, across the room and out the next. What do you think that is, my friend? Better yet, ever felt like you’ve walked into a spiders web then reached up to your grill and spotted naught there to touch? What of the random chill that hits different in a place otherwise temperate? Think of the floating playas, invisible, next time this happens and you may just unravel the threads of ignorance when it comes to wearing flesh and how we relate to the dead who, often, are ignorant that this happened.

All ancient cultures had immense rituals for the deceased in which the Spirit was guided to release its attachments to this realm and further they made offerings in their name to up their vibration to assist with their ascent. We, as modern men, think of this as primitive foolishness but that view is so incorrect as ignorance of this aspect causes many problems in this realm. Bruce Lee is a perfect example and what happened to his son attests, well, the power of curses upon the individual and lineage as well. “What does this have to do with the brain?” I hear you scream. Everything and nothing, apparently. See, its an associative machine and it tends to draw links between the strangest things. Like monsters under the bed that generate real reactions in your seed whose heart is thundering, uncontrollably, as you gaslight and say “Go back to sleep, its all in your head” so they lie there, petrified, as the ancestors are knocking… Not for nothing is most poltergeist activity at its peak when puberty doth kick as there is a massive explosion in energetics that often leads to the latch effect in which they become hosts for the ghosts of people, left. This is the same reason why you hear, frequently, “I know not what came over he!” or “She seemed totally different to me? Like she had a split personality”. Drugs and drink let them in hence the acting out of character thing. A whole load of junkies I interviewed, back when, attested to this logic in their mashed up state of awareness and felt an immense sense of validation as they thought it was a side effect of not getting a fix. I suggested some conversational ritual and a type of offering and, wouldn’t you know it, they went away happily. Some of them stopped getting high after this as an addicted ghost will manifest the same type of behaviors in the host its leeching. This really is an immense topic and this is simply the tip of an iceberg of ignorance that most would rather die than admit. Ironic as then they’ll have the proof of the pudding and wish:

“Ah man, if only I’d listened and made an offering then taught my kids the correct ritual on how to guide a Soul to relinquish its links. I could’ve been onto the next instead of pestering those who still wear flesh”.

There are other aspects that interfere as well. They can range from your previous incarnations, things happening in higher dimensions, parallel realms, group oaths and obligations as well as the history of the line you were born in for this spin and even this is mere fragments of this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits. Its why I urge, again and again, one should do the Knowledge. Even if its only to prove me incorrect. A simple example you can use at will is realizing negative thoughts are there to challenge so next time that voice in your head is wittering in its familiar dialect place a hand on your chest, take a few deep breaths and Center in Self then request:

“Are these my thoughts?“.

Ignore the barrage of “Of course they are, you idiot, who else would it be inside your head?” etc etc and listen to the feelings instead. Soon you’ll up your res and discern at will which can bring the proof of the pudding and what I said. That then takes ones awareness to another level as you comprehend the Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl and no one really dies just like a track you did spin doesn’t vanish from the record as the diamond tip does its thing.

Till we meet again

Use the Talent You’re Born With

The woods would be silent
if only the birds who sang best
did just this
as the rest
zipped their lips
and folded in
as they looked
from a distance
with adulation
saying:

“I wish I could sing like them!”.

This, my friend
is the basis of celeb culture
in a nutshell
as well as the influencer trend
of having zero talent or skills
but wanting attention
none the less.

On the flip
we have those
who are really quite gifted
and
for some reason
either don’t share it
or
if they do
it gets no hits and clicks
as they barely promote it.

Then
all of a sudden
one of those who do it big
comes across what they bring
and has their mind blown
so they start sharing it
and
overnight
the previously unknown
is in the stratosphere as well.

This is why you must use
the talent you’re born with
but, I hear you asking:

“I hath not a skill!“.

Everyone does.

Finding it, for me,
is quite simple
as thats my skill
so here’s a starter kit:

Ask your friends
what you do for them
that no one else can.

It may be you clarify the confusion
in which case that means
there is the skill of communication
which can be expanded and developed.

Or, they could reply:
“You’re funny as hell!“
in which case its the path
of entertainment.

Aside from this
look within and see where you go
when stressed as a coping mech.

Some bake, others get baked instead.

Basically, you need to map your inner terrain
and find those skills
look back to what you enjoyed as a kid
and then see why that glow dimmed.

Write a timeline for inspiration
as that technique is amazing
for coming face to faceless
with whats been
is
and
best of all
meeting your true potential.

Once you get this
just start creating
with what kicks.

If its drawing
use a basic pencil and paper
no need to get an easel
lights and dream selling
that many people engage in
as a way of avoiding traction.

Just create
create
create.

The universe will rearrange
around your skills in a way
to best emphasize them
and the rest
handles itself because
my friend
creativity is not of this realm
hence its a type of higher consciousness
which itself
is a huge hint
that you’re not the flesh
nor does the brain create it
but you’ll never tell
if you die with
your music within
so make it happen.

I have faith in you
for you are another me
together we
so use the talent
you’re born with
to make some really real
tangible progress
as everyone starts out basic
until it becomes a skill
that has others marveling but
to you
now
its totally natural
and effortless.

That
in many ways
is one of the best things
about the Game
as the thrill of discovering a skill
then mastering it
takes your awareness
to a whole nother level of perception
plus there is a huge amount of info
tutorials and such things
but remember
anothers truth is not yours
just like footsteps in the sand
as that man was on his own Journey
as you should be as well.

Sure, take guidance
and inspiration
but never emulation as the aim is
like the birds in the forest of illusion
to find your own voice and let it ring
as you sing out
with confidence
secure in the gnosis
that there will never
ever
ever
be another you
in this realm.

No matter if and when
they start robosexing
and such things
they’ll never replicate the current moment
which
considering we’re in a simulation
is mildly ironic
isn’t it?

But, thats another topic
as it hints at the character you’re playing
and how its animation
is intensely personal
as your Soul is one of one
with no duplicate
so just create
create
create
and that way
we’ll change the Game
and make it more fun to play
as there are consumers made
every day
but note
no one was born this way
so lets tip the scales
even the odds
and flip the script
yes?

Till we meet again

Nothing Ever Happens

Have you ever went and seen, on stage and in the flesh – not a reproduction via screen, an old school thaumaturge doing what he does best? For those unfamiliar with the term it refers to a purveyor of tricks, magical, which are, actually, illusions in fancy dress where a sleight of hand and such things make it seem like a miracle. The art is for him to keep you distracted and looking elsewhere for the action when, in reality, the traction is far more subtlety delicate.

That’s why nothing ever happens.

The eschaton’s been immanentizing since Moses dropped the needle on the record, bust out a backspin then said “How do you like them apples?” to the man who’d mastered the snake, mouse and monkey within. How many Souls have lived and died since then? Granted, there have been some arrows and slings along with various traumatic imprints that were designed, crafted and executed to perfection to steer the narrative, now transcended. By the way, you really have to hand it to old school White men as not only did they, sans melanin, build the pyramids and pretty much everything else of any worth in this realm (or so they said) but managed to do all of this in totally scorching climes which means they must have, first of all, invented some amazing sun protection which, if you stop and think, really says something because if one who dwells in this place is allergic to that which sustains all life across the face of the planet then what is writ large in letters so immense the rest never stopped to comprehend the sketch? Question the narrative and you’ll see it does not fit. You only see what you’re looking for, in the end. This is why nothing ever happens as its an attempted parlor trick:

Welcome to the concept I call red and blue shift. One reps history – note, “his” story – and the other the future yet to kick. The funny thing is that without you, in the flesh, the rest doesn’t exist. That, my friend, is the primacy of consciousness so whilst you’re waiting for Godot they’re making out like time bandits. Its the slickest trick one can ever imagine and billions served daily! If, by some miracle, you rediscovered, within yourself, the warm and nurturing embrace of this golden circle it would swiftly click that its actually a spiral that ascends as you bring creativity to this realm from some place else and, with relaxed concentration, furiously scribble to capture its essence with paper and ink. This is the familiar newness of Inner Sense, my friend. This is what they detest. Its what makes all things possible and the single greatest trick has to be the voice in your head that you accepted as Self when, in reality, its no such thing but a cheap duplicate as how the heck can you be that which talks when you’re obviously the one listening? Were you hearing me, Neo, or was the noiZ rabbiting:

“What the heck is he talking about with this blatant disrespect of a breakdancing prophet, some old school linguistics and the invention of sun protection, back when? Besides, everyone knows Beethoven was White”

Guess who’s Black! I’m just playing. Or maybe I’m saying that our entire history is a whitewash of epic proportions in order to justify what kicks at the present as he who controls that says what went, back when, and directs the future as well. Or attempts to. The true power of kings as its all an artful deception hence why one should awaken their internal curiosity:

Where is your power? In a sign, a symbol, a quote or reference? A financial record, or your D&D stats? Who are you, truly, beyond all of these tricks? That is the worlds best kept secret. Your true strength is so immense that its what actually creates this realm as, without it, there is nothing but potential. This is why they attempt such immense amounts of suppression and manipulation. Slaves accept this in ignorance, Warriors comprehend it is their awareness ergo they do something about it as one who is Centered in Self is not only immune from all deception but sees through the flimsy tricks and transcends them effortlessly with a cheery “Return to sender” as they actualize their highest potential for both themselves and the world as well. The greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim which is why its worth doing the Knowledge then realizing your true strength is that you are an embodied aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one and this generates a state of resurrection as your Inner Sense comes to the helm as the Adulterated voice in your head is seen for what it is. I mean, how can you be it, my friend, when you are obviously that which listens? How many Souls stop to comprehend that which when pointed out is super obvious? Thats the same principle of the stage magician and many are so invested in their act that its a lifetime performance for them in which they sell and tell a mask in order to attempt what they intent.

The key point of all of this is the whole media circus and the rest is designed to induce stress and keep you tuning in for your regularly scheduled programming. Just like the negative thoughts in your head you can challenge them or eject them entirely and rewrite your script to actualize your highest potential. Try the extreme dopamine detox protocol mentioned and see what happens as its so far from the norm that once you’ve given it a spin the rest of the noiZ is revealed for what it is as you are now one with the Psylense and thus better in tune with the unfinite. Do the Knowledge, my friend, as its an option.

Till we meet again

I Am

I Am…
Me
eternally
flip it and you get M
the thirteenth letter
and only one in the alphabet
you sound with closed lips
ergo
the vibe is internal
eternal
hence the Kingdom
is within.

This is who we all are
my friend
in the end.

Call it the perks of having
a Soul
which we inserted
as a credit to gain
flesh to interact
with this realm
in this Game we all play
called life
as it is.

Or is it?

That is the question.

It takes so much stuff
in higher realms
to process
ones consciousness
so the resonance can fit
and move at a clip
that works in sync
with the tech you’re wearing
so people who take trips
are not actually generating events
due to what they ingest
simply peeling layers
to get a glimpse of what kicks
within their own subconscious which
if you stop and think
is absolutely mind blowing
as it hints
what we think
we Thunk we are
isn’t
and our true magnificence
is something so subtle
and wondrous
that its ineffable
in this most basic language
and instead
speaks as coherent patterns
of light
geometric symbols of resonance
archetypal images
and all of this
is
in the end
a mere distraction
that hides your Self
in its truest element:

The Psylense.

A gift
from the Prime
the pre-existing one
who makes all things possible
who extends
from someplace else
and truly defines in
but not of this realm
as it is akin
to the axis
around which Yin and Yang
do spin
hence such a symbol
hides the very secrets of reality
from all but the initiated.

I Am…
That
eternally
internally
externally
and anything else one can imagine
plus more we don’t comprehend
yet.

What if thats lifes greatest challenge
my friend?
To see adversity with the eyes of affection
for it reps a gift
to ponder the impossible
as all exists within ones consciousness
ergo there are no strangers
nor enemies
just friends that you can meet
who teach you more about Me
which is
as I said
eM flipped.

Look again:

A vibration.

A resonance.

A coherent light pattern
that shines with a different type of illumination
as it sends no bill
is totally abundant
and I call it
Inner Sense.

We all sport this gift
upon our inception
and induction to this realm
and the wildest thing is
it never left
except you learned to write
and never checked in again.

Well
I did.

I’ve spent lifetimes looking for my true friend
the one who is eternal
unchanging
who makes things live
just by glimpsing
who Knows all the secrets
and gladly shares his wisdom
for his generosity is without end
as he unfinite
and even these mere appellations
cannot hope to contain
as they merely point at a place
a state to imperience
and be:

Heart centered awareness
do you Know the Ledge, my friend?

Its who you are in the end
beginning and during.

The hero with a billion faces
none of them correct
but when each of them do grin
they reveal his true countenance.

You are an energy
I call innerG
and the same voltage within me
exists inside thee
but it only hides from those
who don’t seek
as they believe instead
whatever isn’t gnosis
but is close enough to accept
as so many wish not to put the work in
needed to gain enlightenment from ignorance
hence I said:

May the truth protect me
everywhen
provide me with its guidance
and illumination
along with the wisdom to comprehend
the shadows depth
plus all the work that goes in
to make this possible
as its truly a miracle
my friend
to take a god
nothing more or less
and convince them
thoroughly
they’re just human.

Truly
the wheeze of eternity
and that one can see
instantly
in a grain of sand on the beach
which hints at the nature of fractality
and how we’re within
a coherently collapsed construction
of consciousness
that folds in
flips
twists
and spins
in an immense cosmic dance
of generation
operation
and destruction
or
in its more common acronym:

G.O.D

but
as steam to ice hints
its all vibration
in the end
beginning and during
so it would be far more accurate
to state
once again:

I am the thinker
the thinking
and thought
as well as the subtle points in between
that
for most
work invisibly
as they string together a narrative
from said points of resonance
they then view from one perspective
and forget they can shift
the kaleidoscope of consciousness
or shake the cosmic Etch A Sketch
if they wish
hence creativity is not of this realm
and neither am I
my friend.

Just visiting!

Till we meet again