Over time we’ve seen the same crew never have to work, always chilling, at the forefront of every new discovery as they drip feed innovation and generally move along the script of this reality show experience. Now, this is vastly simplified but it is exactly how it is because pretty much all you know is engineered and thus synthetic. Even the language you’re speaking is designed to be Devilish as it inverts the meaning and energetics so you mean one thing, say another and thus reap the chaos of the vibration you send. Once you’ve seen the outlines you can spot their form and essence weaving around the planet because the secret intent of all of this is division and conflict with them sitting in the middle generating the profit. Isn’t it ironic that that words means make the tills ring and yet to the pilgrims prophet says something else and yet, they too, must fill the plate with their offering. Like I said, one blueprint and its all about confusion because that is the nature of the Game.
Many will deny this because the nature of the programming is so complete, so total and so effective that over 81% of the populace will rail against the question without realizing that the answer they’re speaking is actually part of the riddle. I prefer to think of it as a Game as that is far more light hearted and hints at the fun to be had because the opposite end can be quite harrowing as they most certainly can (and do) get wicked in this experiment because they simply do not see us as human. Think of it as a parallel that is expressed in animal testing, fighting for profit, racing or breeding as well as eating and performances to satisfy the whims of those who bend their natural inclination for entertainment. After all, no one yet has seen a tiger riding a unicycle in the wild but they pay well to see if it reverts to natural state and bites the face off the one tormenting it. Interesting how in that situation they say the tiger went crazy, yes? Hows that for a form of gaslighting when you consider its insane reaction is actually the sanest based on its predicament and thus entirely natural in contrast to the fakeness it was beaten, cajoled and trained to accept. Ever wonder why they call it “second nature”? Because the first has been conditioned, repressed and programmed out of your consciousness.
You’ve just came face to face with the prime cause of most illness in this realm as this suppressed energy needs a way to manifest because, even though the body has no mouth, it will not be silenced. “No need to worry, fiends. I mean friends!” says the showman, popping out from beneath the curtain to present a solution in fancy dress “I am not a Doctor, but I have played one on television and I think you should pop these pills to remove your ills and they’ll have you feeling perfect. Side effects may include…”. Notice they always offer to temper the symptoms but never address the root of the problem because that would mean pointing a light at what I’m speaking:
Get over your false concepts and comprehend this and suddenly the path to freedom and wisdom starts inviting those who possess the strength to question the shaky foundations upon which their temple of ignorance rests and thus one may just transcend the absolute madness of this realm as its so soulless and inhuman. That is the nature of your Opponent and class has been in session, way before your particular sperm met an egg, and without doing something about it it will ensnare your children and theirs as well because we are playing an away Game and they have home court advantage as the referee is biased for them due to his vested interests and side bets he has riding.
Truly only the top 1.1% of the Slave/Masters know what I’m speaking. The rest are constantly misled at each step as they are but useful idiots who are living incarnations of the Judas principle who think they’re getting ahead but in reality are simply perpetuating suffering under the guise of illusionary wisdom. They, like the Slaves, will deny this with vehemence as they protest at how noble and venerated their organization is for all it provides them but they’ll get the nature of the ruse when the bill comes at moment of death and then the implications will become Self evident.
I really do have to wonder how in the hell we got into all of this but then I look at how well its all been designed and its obvious they’re skirting the spirit of universal laws whilst following it to the letter as The Rules attest. The Rules, as I experienced them, are akin to “Silence is taken as consent” because if you do not object, you accept and in my case it was a book on biorhythms marked with the day they planned my end, a bag with a logo that was called to my attention as the mode of the assassin as well as handing me the weapon for inspection. In retrospect its Twenty Twen obvious as I lived to tell the tale but back then it was just another thing that went by in the mix as there was always so much happening as my place was the center of a lot of action in the ends. Come to think of it, that was all planned as well as I was given so many hints and tips that it seems quite astounding because the intent was a preemptive strike to ensure that I wouldn’t get to this point but I saw that coming and choose to zig where zag was presented and thus remained almost in one piece to sit here and tap the keys after seeing what I’ve seen.
Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend… Its quite interesting, really, and also pretty outsane once you start grasping the nature of the canvas upon which they paint the state of play but the greatest, most profound secret is you are neither the scene nor the imagery. You are something far more primal and original. You are the base itself. Without it, there would be nothing. Do you see why I say the Game plays out inside your ment ergo all of the power truly rests in your hands, well, chest to be more accurate as well as head and abdomen as these three elements I call Kingdoms all do their bit in stitching together this cosmic hologram that is presented to your Witness which is you, the real you, before, during and after this imperience that is constant and unchanging.
That, I feel, is the true key to this because we all grasp for power due to the implicit state of weakness the Game brings and thus chase after money, status and shiny things to fill the void within. Funny how none of that means a thing to children as they’re naturally born marching to the beat of glow they feel from within. That is the first nature of which I’m speaking which has been rapidly receding as soon as they’re off the teat these days they’re feeding on a screen which is designed to square the circle of their minds and thus second nature kicks in. One day, when they mature, some may look back and think “You know, I remember it once felt different. I can’t quite tell what it is as the word escape my lips but my chest and abdomen know it well that there was something more, a sense of presence, that is now missing”.
Who knows? Maybe I’ve got it wrong, like a blind man grasping an elephant and taking the components as their own thing and thus missing what is obvious. I’ve said before I’m sitting alone in the dark, figuring out the pieces which are illuminated by a randomly shining lamp and this is the framework I’ve intuited and researched to the moment that we’re speaking. Its always in evolution and thus never static as this is the hallmark of Inner Sense as it constantly questions, pushes the limits and tests the boundaries to see what happens.
A child has an ant farm that sits on the window sill. Her temperament is mercurial as sometimes she feeds and nourishes whilst others she rages and shakes the very foundation of their glass walled prison. Her brother may come along and introduce some sugar just to see them fall over themselves whilst a cousin may pass by an add in an immense amount of water to flood their little realm. The possibilities are endless but for the ants trapped within it can be a confusing imperience as very little is static and even less makes sense, when they stop to think about it. This is why most don’t, they’ll just keep on marching, take it all on the chin and continue grinding because they aren’t a species known for a philosophical bent when it comes to asking the big questions.
That, in a nutshell, is the diamond perspective I’m so fond of expressing as it all makes sense when you start seeing through this lens. As I’ve said previously that all is energy and the difference is the label we stick to it as this generates Patterns which work as filters over our lens of perception and thus edit what is by changing it to what we expect. This creates a feedback loop in the fractal of consciousness which can be quite damaging as we get what we expect, the lens takes it as verification that its view is correct and thus people live out lives of compounding misery and disappointment till the end.
Once you click that things are happening for you, not to you then you can truly claim to be taking steps on the Path of Power toward Self mastery as one is no longer a Slave to these whims based on limited and manipulated information. No, then you truly are a Warrior who hacks and slashes his way through this ignorance and accepts the energy pouring in is vital to enable the shift of the coal you never wished to be into the diamond you knew was possible within. Yes, pain and suffering are part of this, as you’d expect, because of the pressure aspect and the fact that you get back what you put in in this realm but the trick is not to get bogged down in the tale in your head which is disempowering to the tenth scale. That leads to a life much like a living hell and to deny this people will vent, yelp and pretend that its something else as self deception is rife at the moment and the blame fixing it brings ensures the solutions remain invisible as they look out at the world without realizing it reflects their inner realm.
Coal One thinks things are happening to him and thus he folds in within himself as life kicks his rear end. The end product is a stone with flaws, clouds and inclusions due to this tension that wasn’t needed. You can consider these imperfections as remainders of the coals original imperience he wasn’t willing to let go of or shift their energetics and thus the past is always present for those that haven’t faced it.
Coal Two knows things are happening for him and thinks of the pressure that is mounting as a signal to relinquish his grip on that which never served him, defined him and generally limited his shine from within. Sure, he still feels the same thing as its no cakewalk to live this but he approaches it from a position of openness that is centered. As the vibration lifts and shifts his energetics so that that which was once dark, soft and brittle becomes bright, hard and brilliant there are no traces left of the base state he didn’t grip like a brick as he thought it would prevent him from drowning. Instead he just let go of that which didn’t have his best interests and discovered, to his surprise, that he could actually swim.
So much of what we hold onto in this life is actually to our detriment but the grasping mind, when detached from the senses which live in the present, just keeps replaying Patterns which go a little something like this:
“It was a warm day at the beach. I was happy, sporting a grin. Suddenly something wicked comes this way, picked me up and without warning tossed me into the ocean. The waves went over my head. I was panicked and felt death closing in. Then someone threw me an object and as I was floundering I gratefully accepted it”.
That was a long time ago and yet if we check in we’ll see they are still doggy paddling in the same holding Pattern that grips their subconscious as a way of survival. Unchecked, unexamined. This is why I say Slaves are controlled from within and addicted to powerlessness as they are so far removed from their center due to the life unexamined. Granted, the deck is rigged and the fix is in because the situation itself is quite impossible but that is why its said “Many are called but few chosen” as those that do dare to think different.
For Coal One his mind drew the links that “Everything was good. Then it wasn’t. Then this bundle came along and its outer presence gave me strength. Its solidity helped. Without it, it might have been the end”.
That is innerstandable, yes? I mean it does make a lot of sense but if we were to pick him up from the ocean tumultuous and place him on the shore for a moment he would certainly look at this brick and wonder why on earth he’d gripped it with such strength when by ditching it he could’ve easily swam back to the beach. This is what it means to find calm in the midst of the storm because there is a war going on inside that none are safe from. The Warrior finds his slice of Pi and it unfolds from within because where else would one be Centered? That is the Self, the Witness, the ever present yet unchanging that makes all of the difference because, unlike Coal One, he knows he isn’t that brick and its actually part of the problem as its designed to prevent the realization of the solution which is relaxing. Letting go. Trusting the process. Call it what you will but the first step is finding that Psylense within and then transcending the programming which this artificial construct brings as you were tipped into the ocean of ignorance and handed the brick of suffering.
As I said 81% of this realm is totally susceptible to the programming they never question as they splash around in the seas, surrounded by others like them and thus via the process of acculturated normalization anyone who thinks different is seen as a heretic. Throughout time, in all faiths, creeds and ways to be there have been that 8%. Call them the Shaman, the transcendent, the Warrior or whatever you wish. The label is irrelevant as they all groked Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits and dared to do different. All of you reading will at some point of some incarnation as I sincerely feel none shall leave this realm without passing the test hence respawning again and again and again till you get it. 11% know full well the nature of this because they’re the ones that threw you in, tossed the brick and built beach houses on the embankment they then sell to others like them who enjoy the picture perfect scenery of Slaves silently screaming in the ocean and thus missing the entire point of all of this.
Lets imagine the proto Warrior, during one of his spins, started wondering why it happened to be like this. No more “Woe is me!” in abject misery as he flipped the script a little bit by thinking “Woah! Its me!” as he captured a glimpse of his innate magnificence. Coal One fell asleep as he kept on paddling and in the dream that he had he felt so different. All of the pain and suffering that defined his existence was still around him but it didn’t mean a thing. He was immune in that respect. He’d mastered its challenge by rising to the occasion and even though he felt the same he also perceived there was a difference as his vision was crystal clear and relative strength immense.
Then he came to and was splashing in the ocean as he clutched to his brick that told him what it was, why it was like this, what to expect and how to handle it. Never before had he or anyone in his lineage ever questioned the nature of this and once again he drifts and remembers how it felt as a kid to crawl along the beach. The sun was shining, both outside and within, and he basks in the familiar newness of the diamond life and pristine awareness he came with. Shattering the dream he is back in the ocean and thinks “Wait a minute, how the hell did I become a coal then? This must be a false self if that is the real thing. No wonder if feels so different because its the same song being played in a different octave”.
And then, he was dead.
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean as the shell made of carbon was relinquished he begins his ascent and starts laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of it all as he applauds the illusion. “Wait” he says, wheezing with no lips “You mean to tell me that I, the Prime, the unfinite, the eternal Witness thought I was that limited expression of life that was tossed into hardship and then continued heaping suffering upon my head from a position of ignorance and thus totally failed the test of living by being defined by things instead of realizing I am the one that allows them to exist and thus everything is a question of relation, balance and resonance. Ha! I’ll certainly remember this, put me back in for another spin as I relish the challenge!”.
And thus the child is born and his parents think his excited babbling and sometimes apparent frustration at their lack of comprehension and amusement at his actions are indicative of ignorance when in reality one piece of coal doesn’t quite control as identically as the rest plus the neuro energetics connections are only built by imperience. By the time he gets to grip with the basics he’s suddenly tossed back in the ocean and it all begins again. At this point many will forget their previous inklings and do as they were expected but the tiny percent that select themselves and realize the nature of their Soul they inserted as a credit into this great illusion called the Game many never get they’re playing will feel the waves of Inner Sense rising within, with a grin, and they remember what bought them back in.
Coal Two starts imperimenting in earnest as he takes in his surroundings and contrasts them with whats within. “Why am I floundering?” he says and stops as he sinks to his death. “Interesting” he thinks, because there is no failure only feedback in this realm and takes another spin. “Why do I need this brick?” he ponders and relinquishes his grip as a nearby shark tears him to shreds. Oh yes, the Game doesn’t play fair. They really have stacked the deck. What? You think this this is the first time I’ve wrote this or you’ve decoded the message? Oh no, no, no, no, my friend. We’ve done this dance so many times I’ve memorized the steps.
Beach. Ocean toss. “Here’s the brick” to which he has trained his instincts to neither grip nor reach for as it sails overhead. Instead his no longer arrested development starts to unfold as he swims back to the beach and shines in a state of Inner Sense. At this point he looks at the 11% with their beach front living and all they’ve done and promised to get this existence and shakes his head, astonished. “They are neither coals nor diamonds” he thinks, as he takes in their appearance and realizes they float on borrowed wings which are only of this realm and thus useless at transcendence.
That in itself is another topic which is just as interesting but, for now, lets concern ourself with the 81% because, like the crazy lady said, “Without them we’d be nothing” as who would throw you into the seas of ignorance to see if your Knowledge of Self was at the level required to overcome the challenge?
We’ve all played and beat the previous stages of the Game to come face to face with this day. The boss battle, if you will, is that of you and your (false) self. The first step is reframing as you cease and desist thinking “These things are bad and happening to me” as that is what the coal who wishes to remain opaque and weak states in order to deny their strength, fail the test, die and do it all over again. “These things are information and are happening for me to gain an insight into this Game and develop mastery from within” is what the Warrior thinks as he crystalizes his presence, elevates his consciousness and begins to swim with pleasure in the seas where many are drowning and terrified to death.
Grab a pad and pen and take the worst event that ever happened in your life and who you blame for it (this is who tossed you in the ocean). Make a nice detailed list of why you resent them along with the characteristics they displayed acting like this. Now, looking at the blames think not like a coal but diamond and realize those pressures are what built your potential at the moment that is awaiting its time to shine. What did you gain from this experience? What were the benefits you haven’t realized yet? Take some time and examine this train of thought and see where it heads. Now lets imagine this bad thing hadn’t happened. The you you’d be would be quite different but there would also be a lot of innate skills and resources missing. These are the gifts hidden in the present moment which we can access once we let go of the brick of blame, shame and regret that we think is helping us stay adrift when in reality its the main cause of the limits which lead to suffering and wrinkled skin as well as brows furrowed in intense concentration upon that which only ever brings more problems and not solutions. List these drawbacks, reveal the gifts hidden and notice how you start to feel different. Now, just for a moment, take all those things you used to use to blame them and list the opposite. Let that wash over your consciousness as the obviousness of what the schizophrenic said about them being a necessary evil sinks in and how its all energetics in this realm and thus open to interpretation and redefinition at will. Look at the benefits the one you blamed brings once you allow yourself to start seeing things different and keep going till you find that middle ground which says “Yes, they have both bad and good” and you start feeling more neutral.
Now it gets very interesting because I want you to take that list of things you blamed on them and realize the amount of times you actually exhibited those traits yourself. This one is quite revealing and for many difficult so sit quietly and think about what pops into your head as you start drawing the links that were previously hidden and thus pulled you on their strings.
People often start feeling grateful at this moment as the coal relinquishes its grip on the regret and tensions that serve not its highest purpose as they find themselves striding toward transcendence. Draw up a list of the new benefits you see from this imperience and let the gratitude shine as you feel the brick of suffering starting to melt in your grip as a grin crosses your lips and your heart silently says “I get it”.
Look back at the old story and tell me has the voltage dipped? Are you surprised to see you’re no longer blaming from within and seeking solutions only to find the problems mounting? Do you feel physically different?Is there a shift in your thinking? Are you closer to the coal or diamond of which we both know you are capable?
Listen, if you can comprehend the depth of what comes next you’ll never, ever have any more problems again:
All of this crap is optional.
Nowhere in any terms and conditions of the flesh does it say you have to be a mess, detest your Self or not be able to just be content with the sketch how it is. All of that jive comes from the voice in you head and, surprise, you ain’t it. If you can just get to grips with this one little aspect and comprehend how it will misinterpret body energetics, other peoples presence, your own past (and with it, potential) and anything else it can mangle to its whims you’ll be so happily content with nothing else in your life shifting. And then, by magic, the changes also manifest. Granted, there are limits to this so don’t think this will kick if your basics ain’t ticked but if they are and you’re one of the many who feels immense ennui and stress I want you to take a simple test and try and prove me incorrect:
Look, its a really simple trick that is as old as it is effective as it induces physical discomfort which it then wraps in an old narrative backed up with potential future threats and both of these are designed to ensure you’re red and blue shifted as this means it gets to drain the golden circle of the present moment. If you can, however, shift your awareness into this throne of Inner Sense and reclaim your Kingdom you’ll see how you’re dealing with a shadow projection aka the predator of consciousness and all of this realm takes place inside your awareness. All it tells is lies and its pockets are filled with tricks but the pistol it holds to your temple is actually in your grip so why not point it at it by choosing where you direct your attention? This, more than anything, is probably the best slice of life I can give as it separates the real from the fakes, super quick as it shows those who are capable of awakening the Warrior within and those who talk a good Game but would rather keep doing what they did to get more of what they expect so they, in turn, can bish about it as the threat of change is akin to a heated up death when they prefer eating cold leftovers instead. The other option is to scoop that mess in the bin and create something fresh as your larder is filled with endless stocks of imagination and its these resources this parasite is pimping.
All of this crap is optional.
All of it. You literally put up with the mess in your life because, on some plane of reference, you either accept, want or get off on it. The latter was a revelation that hit like a ton of bricks as it showed, so well, that all of life is purely sexual and we assign various labels to it. For example, fear is arousal but with a missing bit. Thats it. Check the ballistics:
Pounding chest? Check. Heavy breathing? Yep. A cold sweat? Uh huh! Stomach doing a flip? Hoo yeah!
What more do you need? There it is. The question is why do you accept this split and schism within as well being force fed labels in lieu of imperience? Haven’t you ever pondered this? Why life once felt so fresh and intense but then became a stale retread instead? Granted, its a bit of tangent but related as well because the state I’ve termed Adulteration is little more than a living hell that most detest but few dare to accept the challenge and get to the root of this schism and division within that begets the (false) self. Make that a mantra next time you’re late and come to a red and feel the rage within as it reminds you about what it says and what might happen at the appointment and why didn’t you get up earlier etc… At any point in all of this, simply recollect:
“All of this crap is optional“.
Thats becoming Centered in Self. Thats doing the Knowledge. Thats changing your mind and keeping the change. This is how you flip the Game on its head and make six a nine which then points to the bit in the mid that both hold in common with their differing perspectives and, should you walk through this, you too may become hyper dimensional and that really is a trip – without any chemical assist – as its all, literally, within. Just try it. Interrupt the Pattern of this well recited script that is backed by naught but ignorance and expectation with a lack of awareness as you hammer the point home to the voice which will not like it one bit as its akin to you taking back the power it pimped.
This is the single greatest secret and, I’d say, the most powerful because what they don’t teach you in school is it works like magnet to bring in exactly what you don’t wish. Tell me I’m lying. The proof for this is so obvious that it, when combined with the “This time last year” question delivers a knockout combination to the (false) self as it lays bare its tricks. The idea is to pimp the pimp as this starves the beast and, suddenly, you have more energetics and then can catch it in its tricks by developing Self awareness and the compassion this begets because, in any moment, you’re either Ike, Tina or Jesus. I know that last one may have came out of the field, left, like “What the heck?” but I mean that as a metaphor for pure consciousness that sits, crucified, on the hill of your head between two thieves – one of whom is decent and the other a stone cold prick that simply won’t relent. No diss to Tina or Ike as I didn’t say who sits where in this tryst but I’m trying to get my point across in a way you can get and everyone knows that example of domestic violence and we’re speaking of the psychospiritual equivalent which makes many, poor or rich, ugly and beautiful, feel such a mess as they do not click the trick that a little bit of distance brings. Actually, to help sprinkle some more Game on this grade A product you’ve just filled in your veins:
Whilst doing this breathe in for a bit (pick any number you wish), hold for some more (once again, your choice) but make the exhale via pursed lips and longer than both of them. As this kicks you can pretend to eject the resonance (give it color, space, depth, texture and the rest) out of your head with the out breath or don’t do it at all as its not needed but it can, for many, bring the shift they’re seeking as it engages more senses and thus its a method of odd evening and turning the tables because stressing about something doesn’t actually solve it just like caffeine doesn’t make you more efficient. It just presents an illusion via jitters that make you Thunk you’re doing it big when, in reality, you’re missing lots of details by focusing on the irrelevant as thats what the reality tunnel says you’ve done did and it got you to this present moment. This is one of the reasons why I said none of that old stuff worked because if it did the world wouldn’t be a mess. Notice your eye muscles and I guarantee you’ll spot they’re a bit tense so forcefully relax them instead. Open your eyes, real big. Take in as much detail as you can. Close your lids and pull a random pop quiz of five questions based on your immediate surroundings to see which of the billions of datapoints that pour in you’re actually processing. For example:
“How many pencils were on the desk? What is the exact time, to the minute as mentioned on the clock that ticks? Which direction is the handle of my mug facing?”.
You get my drift, yes? This is how you recode your internal OS and melt the mess in your head back to a less dense state of resonance and then you won’t need the ship which floats, that way and this, through the tunnels of Thunk they carved in which had you, last year, acting like three random things were a case of life and death which, one again, present but with new flesh on old bones that aren’t actually your skeletons as the biggest trick is they were borrowed from the prop department but thats a whole nother topic hence why I said they’re all actors because once you snip the strings you’ll start seeing the code of the Matrix and thats when it get really interesting as you can’t help but question who built the treadmill and to what end as well as who sends the prophets which others kill dead? Thats when things get interesting so up your res, my friend. I believe you can as you’re more capable than you’ve been lead to accept so take that base metal, like an alchemist, awaken the Warrior within and transmute the red and blue shift to the golden circle of the present which is wrapped in papers of fears and dread but thats only the main part of the test that most pretend not to get and thus live lives of ignorance in which nothing much ever changes but they wish it would except they feel stressed as well and thus the question is:
What the F do you want? Really? Because if you don’t know where to aim your consciousness in order to win the Game then you’re a Slave. No polite way of saying it, I guess, as this is the litmus test that will show you exactly where you sit on the scale on the Self actualization as most are so comfortably numb at the present moment that they’ll decode this wavelength as a threat whereas those who’ve been pushed to the limit, ran through the mill then chewed up and spat out by the voice in their head will get exactly what I’ve said and be willing to put the work in as they get familiar with the shadows depth as that is where their true strength dwells as this is the same resource pimped by the predator of consciousness as it contains all you never dealt with, back when, that, in turn, created the (false) self that needs drama to sustain itself and thus a simple statement:
“All of this crap is optional” is akin to reverse engineering the problem which brings its own solutions but, be warned, there are dangers to deprogramming hence why only 8% are truly capable of Knowing the Ledge but I’m quite certain that anyone, any one, who strolls in the flesh will gain some type of gnosis from implementing what I said.
Pure consciousness. You are this, my friend. Context, not content. Know the Ledge. With that said:
Return to sender all attempts to link yours to mine, in any sense and every realm. As I have said, so it is, with the Prime as my Witness. Rejected. Rejected. Rejected.
Inside every man, woman and child in this world a war doth rage. It has done for an age as that is actually a stage of the great Game we all play using our Souls as credits. You can read this text for a perspect that links matter with spirit using the metaphor of steam and ice as both are, in essence, identical but in terms of resonance and application its a chalk and cheese thing.
Bit by bit, brick by brick until even the outer limestone casing has been stripped and the magic dipped to leave an empty thing that encodes immense astrophysical details and hints at the strength of intelligence that man once possessed. This is akin to being gifted a fine sports vehicle from which one has stripped the engine, cut a hole in the floor instead and told you to get Flintstoning if you wish to progress. These are the burdens of ignorance that man inherits and passes onto his children but, never once, does anyone question why the glow they step in with dims around six and how this leads to a state I’ve termed Adulteration in which they’re trained to sit still and look ahead whilst stressing to do well on the test as they wish to be the best at regurgitating what another says. Forget originality and the deft skills of imagination as well as true cogitation as those will neither be rewarded, trained or accepted in any institutes they beget and foist upon the populace. Kind of like politics in that respect as the spell hides the hints that the “many leeches” are actually pimps and the two wings are connected to the same serpent in the mid that flies overhead and the kicker is that you are this, my friend. Imagine you could step out of the flesh and reconnect your unfinite awareness with the Fifth Dimensional perspective. You would see time as a man sees a lake as he stands on the embankment except the fish that swim through what is previously invisible look just like, you guessed it, serpents. Did you draw the pic? Check it:
Then one either dips into a dark tent where their mother sits, squatting, in a tub of water, fragrant, as candles flicker and the old ladies sing songs of spiritual welcome and resonance to bring in the next gen at their optimal state of vibration. Or you pop out and drop in to a place that smells mighty antiseptic, is bright as hell and get slapped on your rear end as your connection to the mothership is snipped before you have a clue of what kicks. As you have probably guess the raw materials on each stage are totally identical but, like Scrabble, its what you do with the pieces in your grip that makes the difference between Shakespeare and mere pulp fiction or penny dreadfuls that, in this age, fly off the shelf as peoples attention spans have been decimated so well that they accept, without question, they are the voice in their head and not that which listens instead. Isn’t that wheeze? A great jape, if you will. Not like the great ape they said that, somehow, became a man but the flip as we condensed and devolved which explains, real well, who, why and how they built the pyramids that encode the datasets of the planet and loads of other bits for those who can decode the bricks. Too many people, on the flip, are Flintstones and when someone like Tesla comes along who clicks the script and attempts to tap in to an old tech that seems super fresh they say “Thanks for that one great invention, be sure to tell us if you come up with anything else” then mothball him when he mentions localized antigravity fields for personal flying ships and iPhones way before Jobs eyes were twinkling at the thought of using bitten apples to pave the way to Techno Sapiens hence why Siri spells iris, but flipped. Naught is hidden to he who hears with the ears of wisdom as life is constantly talking, my friend.
The funniest part of all of this is how I’ve just clicked the unfathomable depth of my ignorance as the Path of Power I’d created by walking for lifetimes beyond counting has just segued into the Way of Wisdom instead and that is akin to a fish with wings realizing its actually a dragon and thats why the medium it was within felt quite thick and not as effortless as expected along with the confirmation of his near constant wish for ascent and to push the limits whilst the rest were well trained to run a glass maze that sank into the abyss when the old age did shift as its but the remnants of a time that we now, in ignorance, call myths and legends. Can you imagine, for a moment, you went back a hundred years and showed them a world like this? In Teslas head that was the basics but the Game is drip fed, it seems, by other interests that say, as and when, what they deem fit to share with the rest. And yet, even that has a logic. As bizarre and twisted as it is. Lets pretend this I, magi, nation comprehended just this. Folk were aware of the power of vibration and consciousness thus developed the sense of being stared at the same way we’d hit the gym for a pack of six, rippling. They sang to stones in unison which caused the vibe to shift then they hit the hammer which allowed two hundred tonnes blocks to be chipped and ripped to fit so well that you can’t slide a razor blade between them. A similar thing can be checked in Coral Castle – the maker of which said he knew the secrets of the Pyramids – and how a load of metronomes will start to tick in a common sync as well the madness of crowds and how you can tell, ten times out of ten, when someone is staring in your direction. Thats before we get onto the immense elephant in the room that everyone has felt but no one discuses:
You are alone, at home. Suddenly you look in a direction because you know something is there, present. Cat owners will attest they have, often, watched their pet stop grooming for a sec, look up and track an invisible presence that walks through one wall to the next before they get back to what they do best and focus on themselves. Dogs will bark at nothing then stop when it shifts. Taking it back to the lake of time and the embankment of the Fifth Dimension this is akin to a regular human deciding to walk from one side to the next and the fish wondering what kicks in their midst or if we lived on Flatland and, one day, a sphere popped in and we could only appreciate its presence in segments to which we’d attach a narrative of an immortal that was born, died and then resurrected and could shape shift at will. Kind of like an alien, yes? What if you could bend light at ninety degrees in outer space?
Would that render it invisible and be akin to cutting across the infield whilst the rest are running circuits? Stranger things have happened, my friend, as, to me, the Helical Model of the planets makes way more sense than the Sun sitting in the mid like a hungry Pac Man that intends to eat what it sustains on this immense conveyor belt like a celestial Sushi Express.
Like a tree the truth must sometimes bend to best suit the environment hence there is a difference between thriving and surviving which is why if you take an intelligent man from the current realm and transport him back to one of the ages we had left they would look at him like a dimwit as he can’t speak the celestial language but knows loads about certain elevated humans that dance on puppet strings to entertain them that they call “stars” instead. In the same way you could imagine a boy that was born into a world filled with Techno Sapiens that was taken back to the days, Halcyon, of Woodstock where things were more natural. At a casual glance things would seem identical but yet, under the lid, totally different. After a while he, a strange fish, could look at the world as it is and wonder why nobody seems to question that the ones who sing about overthrowing the government and talk of revolutions are mostly military kids and how the LSD and symbols were handed to them by undercover agents that spearheaded the whole thing. On the flip he could have stayed in his own timeline but chose to turn off, tune out and drop in to a cave where the ubiquitous tech cannot link his awareness into an immense parallel processing machine via the use of silicon pimps and he finds a kaleidoscope of consciousness unfolding in front of his vision that makes him reach higher stage of the Game that are, paradoxically, future memories as well as that age, golden, rises up from within.
In case you didn’t guess that message, officially sanctioned, ended at the point of stress and most never stopped to check the small print as they run around with that syllable in their head like a mantra of reverence that manifests exactly what they expect as they do not comprehend they’re wearing the tech that coherently collapses consciousness to reveal either what they said it is or way more than that tiny, tiny slice of the EM spectrum that your lying eyes sell as the whole thing. In many ways the Cat was correct in what he said. I guess thats why the Egyptians worshipped them and dog, flipped, reveals mans best friend is, indeed, his Self and that remains constant – whether awake or in bed, from one life to the next, surgical welcome or dark tent of old women that lavish their combined imperience and attention on one stepping in and thus feel intensely validated and special in comparison to being stuck in dank homes of retirement after a lifetime of running a treadmill for a steadily eroding pension and kids to busy trying to keep up with the next and impress those just as broken within.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m incorrect. This is, after all, a strong opinion, loosely held and thus constantly up for revision but, as far as I can tell, the brain doesn’t create consciousness but modulates instead and that is akin to dismantling an exhaust to see how the engine functions but, then again, you may just click the motor is missing or maybe it was always present but most didn’t click the starter to see what kicks and, if they did, there would be a whole load more carnage in this realm so maybe its all for the best as whilst before I Knew I knew nothing these steps that shift from PoP to WoW instead just reveal more and more of my ignorance because whilst you can’t F with the ineffable I feel like I need to push the pen and share these perspects if not for my own benefit then to help the rest as well because its Self evident none of that old stuff worked well or maybe it did, perfect, and its all as intended which makes a load of sense if we’re inside a fractal aka youniverse that most will deny exists as they’re scared stiff to glimpse the gift of the present as its wrapped in the papers of fear and dread of events, undigested. Some they built themselves but most were inherited because if I scoop some water from a lake of consciousness and place it into a vase it believes the shape but if I were then to freeze it and mold a snowman it would be scared to death of melting as all it knows are limits and the tight edge whilst the steamy cloud, overhead, looks down at the forest of illusion like a bird for whom the man, wandering, dwells in his present moment but he, relative, has a past behind him and future yet to manifest hence why the Vedics said, back when:
Two birds sit in the Self same tree. One eats the sweet and sour fruits of life whilst the other looks on, dispassionately aka you can’t be the voice in your head when you’re that which listens any more than you can be the flesh as you simply cannot imagine being dead as there is always something watching, in Psylense. You are it, my friend and me? I’m just a figment of your imagination that is visiting this realm to remind you of the things you were made to forget because if that spell was “Fiveget” instead you too would stand on the embankment and wash the fish swim the maze for this stage of the Game as they blame everyone but Self for their life as it is and, not once, did they think to stretch their wings as it wasn’t on the official syllabus they boarded, back when, and can’t wait to hand over their kids to the same edifice that made them miserable and ejected far less than what went in (in terms of pure potential). But then, square watermelons sit better on the shelf. Even if the artificial limits feel like a living hell which makes sense as then they’ll accept a VR trip into the land of the spherical which, to lands paper thin, seem like loony ranting and raving as they believe, somehow, the Sun sits in the mid like a giant Pac Man which doesn’t just consume all of the planets by drawing them in but this is irrelevant as two tribes that believe ninety nine percent the same thing and yell “Death to the infidel” with a grin as they’re convinced they’re correct and its the other who is the problem but whats most amusing about these rivers that run red is, whoever wins, they’ll fragment and do it all again and again and again until they get their mind is the battleground of good and evil hence do the Knowledge, my friend.
I have walked through life at its lowest ebb and seen heights most could not comprehend after I died and came back again and danced through time itself. Not for my Self but for you as you are another me, together we ergo how can there be any external enemies when we interact with projections who each present their own lessons and wisdom for our own spiritual progression? What if that is the test? What does that say about the realm at present? Instead of “Sit still, look ahead” can you imagine the challenge of moving free and glancing within? The very concept terrifies most people and thus there is a method to the madness, in a sense, because if the people cannot govern themselves those who lord over them will treat as peasants instead whilst providing means to vent stress and plenty of bread laden circuses. A word on the last bit:
As I mentioned in this text, I’d been on the trail of that voice in my head since back when as I found it a fascinating thing for there was a before when I dwelled in what I now term Inner Sense and then a hence aka Adulteration. The shift kicks, as far as I can tell, around six. Did you ever try and smash a marble to liberate the swirl within? I did. No matter how tough or delicate it always met a brutal end until I came to comprehend the meaning of this riddle which is:
Obviously I wasn’t as poetic, back when, but once this clicked I started applying it to other things. For example, when your folks over did the yelling on a petty thing you know, in a bit, they’ll try some overcompensation which meant you can push the envelope a bit as you reality test the limits. This was the ink saying to the glass:
“Word? You may think you’re slick but lets see what you do about this!”.
A childs mind is nothing short of sheer genius as they compute the angles with an inherent intelligence that would leave a grown man scratching his head as he attempted to emulate what they do, on spec. None of this is malice. With a jit, it rarely is. Its simply a case of seeing what you can get away with. Like tipping your chair on two legs, you know there is a fine tolerance between the exhilarated thrill of locomotor balancing and cracking your head off the deck as the class is giggling. Thankfully I sat at the back ergo the wall was my friend. Same reason I kept some goggles in my grip whilst chipping the marbles which was mad ironic as I couldn’t yet swim but, in the bricks, you find a use for everything. Now the ground is set and the seed hath been sprinkled lets kick the ballistics:
Talking in your head drains your true potent.
You ever noticed how stoners, alone or with friends, come up with the most amazing concepts but never, ever gain traction for all the gum flapping they did whilst getting steadily lifted? Better yet, did you click how the dudes who move in silence and stay quiet as kept can, often, accomplish amazing things? I found the latter most interesting as, when we met, the most amusing convo kicked:
“Say, you’re rich?”.
“Yes” he said. A many of a few words, recollect.
“But you don’t stop grinding?”.
“No”.
“That seems kind of stupid. Listen, I know your background and how it all went so to be allowed into the inner sanctum of one who trusts not a thing (beyond the shadow he casts as its lips are always zipped) I can’t help but pondering why you are so uptight and penny pinching when the ends not only meet but are loop the looping?”. He sat down to think.
“Thats why I called you here”.
“Interesting. Tell me, what do you see when you look around this majesty? Better yet, why do you hit the bricks in a torn up whip with clothes equally shredded and generally pinch any penny you get? You’ve got no woman, not even a mistress. No family as well so, in the end, whats the point of all of this? From what, my friend, are you running and attempting to keep at a distance?”. Even though his lips didn’t move one bit his face did backflips as I began to sense what he compressed like the wave in the marble.
“You’re going to have to leave now. I want to be alone” he said as he showed me to the exit. Before I left I had one request:
“Take that notepad, sitting on the desk, and quote every single thought, feeling and observation you feel is valid. I promise it will be worth it and, if it works correct, we’ll have nothing to speak when we meet next as you’ll do your own chipping to free what is given form by limits”.
This they did. This they did. The reason why I mentioned him as it came to my attention that this guy had no internal dialogue. None whatsoever. That mean that if he was standing there, staring out of the window at nothing, there was absolutely zilch going on in his head. My developing brain found this fascinating as my mind was a mile a minute in all directions at the same instance.
“So, what do you think about then?”.
“Nothing. I’m just looking. Playing the next angle, viewing up a scheme, trying to spot a deal by seeing where another is weak”.
Suddenly, so much about him made perfect sense. Have you ever seen a GIF that is looped, perfect? It can seem like one is walking on a trek without end but, in reality, its one step replayed in their head. This is what he was doing. This is why he wanted to meet. See, for him, the grind was about “Away from poverty” and not “Toward riches”. That meant when he could roll in a four point six and load all the options, Overfinch, he still pushed a hooptie and turned off his ignition when idling. This was before Stop/Start, by the way. He also had a curious trait of pulling away in second but his shifts were pitch perfect as he drained the MPG out of this bish and thats before we get into the theatrics of fuel extraction at the pump he was pimping. When you are so focused on the bottom line its hard to tell you’ve reached the sky, yes? That is, probably, one of the problems of not having the voice in head but he was, literally, a one in a billion phenom which we’ll discover as ye progress. Most folks are held hostage by the predator of consciousness that steadily sips their potential by methods that look like this:
“Lets invent a new drink but it doesn’t get you hyped but makes you mellow instead. We could blend bacopa, GABA, hemp seeds and L Theanine to keep it super legit and make the dose so perfect that it doesn’t mash you up but places you in the zone instead”.
“Yeah, thats amazing. Add in some passionflower and reishi as well to ease the CNS with just a hint of hops for a kick. We could call it “Why Bother?” and sell it using reverse advertising. Its sure to be a hit!”.
And on goes the text as they talk, in their head, about all of the outs and ins and how, this time next year, they’ll be rich. Of course, in the flesh, nothing ever happens as there is a point which tips at which they should check out of this conversation in order to use that effort to create traction instead. As you may have guessed this is a very common event but, like most everyday miracles, most never stop to question the narrative or examine what truly kicks. If they did it would only take a moment to get they can’t be that which talks and they’re actually the one which listens. It is a constant, from this life to the next and past spins as well. Getting to know this is doing the Knowledge aka gaining gnosis in the flesh and this makes an immense difference to everything as it all dwells within your consciousness. Its like having been gifted a mansion, right in the middle of town. It is a prime location with the best of everything plus its fully equipped to bring the same out of you as well. How well does this describe your inner realm, my friend? Most, instead, choose to live on the outskirts of their minds and pay top whack for the “privilege” as they desperately attempt to sell an image to people who are more than willing to buy in. Its a strange state of affairs, isn’t it?
Its like I said about the “toward riches” vs “away from poverty” mindset because if you don’t have a correctly calibrated internal GPS how the heck would you know when you win? Its what Jim Carrey meant when he said:
“When I get the next award then finally it will all mean something and I can stop this horrible chase that has bought me nothing”.
These are rich words from one who grew up dirt poor. Isn’t it strange how the ones who make us grin often lived lives the opposite? Its why I say one must be willing to accept their ignorance, as is, to turn it coal into a refined diamond of wisdom instead. Much like the natural process this can bring a death and rebirth effect hence why so few are willing to tread the Path they create by walking. Instead they keep putting in miles on the treadmill as they smile plastic grins and pretend they’re not sweating. They say that was the true cause of the death of Bruce Lee. That he had his glands removed, medically, to look better on screen. It could be the main thing and it would be really sad if that is all there is but I suspect the spiritual aspect is more correct because there is no way in hell his last flick portrayed him, dead, after being shot on a set and then the same happens to his son, Brandon, a few decades hence. More to heaven and earth, my friend. I shared this bit as it seemed appropriate as the above context can be said, in ways quite accurate, to be the demons of the mind we all must beat. Like the martial arts kid we’re born into a lineage which has its own baggage and inheritance but never fret for the way the Game is means you’re perfectly equipped to play the hand to win. But only if you’re Centered in Self and Know the Ledge. Otherwise its all rigged and that means quite difficult to skip a whole load of terms and conditions most sign in ignorance. Just like the Gamestation thing which said:
Read that back again and see if you spotted the tell about Souls and how they pledge if you sign next to the X. Isn’t it strange how this glyph – which represents Saturn – is in the mid of the three main religions duking it out in the place thats in the mid of this planet and how this whole threat could bring the show to an end if the Masada Option is picked because then Samson will have a bald head from the radioactive fall out instead. Some of us sport this look, well, with no isotope effect present. Have you ever wondered why so many religions place things on their head? Its a sign of humility in the sense that they accept there is something greater over them. On the flip we have the Buddhists who shave every day instead as they intend to sever their connects with this realm by connecting with the subtle elements within which dwell beneath the neck and thus, for most, are way out of their reach. This is what I’ve termed the Pane Body as it is what you use to see but its totally invisible as well which means most don’t believe till they feel. Which you will. Try the thoracic stretch for nine minutes as shared in this article and see what happens next. Note what the voice in your head says and how the pain signals are amped to ten. Most will not even make the attempt but will generate excuses instead as they carry on a conversation like this:
Of course, they never will. Why? Because talking in your head drains your true potent, as I said. The greatest thing is that once you up your res you are immune to these parlor tricks but it takes constant vigilance and expanded awareness hence the axiom of staying lightly dozing with your third eye open is truly correct as this generates a brainwave state, most coherent. See, the predator can’t dive down to the depths. Like I said about the treasures beneath the neck as well as a whole load you’ve repressed. Read this free eBook about the god who was absent and see if it flicks a switch which illuminates your previous darkness. What sketch presents then? Only one way to tell as the Warriors way is eminently practical hence why I said most meds are a fail. That is both in the sense of tation and pills as you are the poison and cure ergo thoughts are things, yes? That is, my friend, how you prevent your mind from being mined in this realm and this can be a strange concept for most to comprehend but then water is invisible to the fish that swim within. Its only the one in the net or with a hook in his lip that gets dragged onto the deck that can tell there is another force in the realm that feeds off their ignorance. If he escapes the ship and comes back to tell his friends do you think they’ll comprehend? He might as well attempt to describe a sphere to those who fear its depth in the town of Flatland. Even if they did get they’d see a a circle get small and big then small again before vanishing. That and it wouldn’t deal with the laws of physics in their realm as it operates from a higher dimension. If you can decode the subtext I’ve just said, quite well, what underlies the whole “alien” phenomenon. Ghosts as well. Do the Knowledge. Prove me incorrect.
One of the most mind bending things I’ve Witnessed in an altered state of awareness is the living process that underpins this realm. Imagine looking at a microscope and telescope that were actually two layers that spin in opposing directions between which is the reality where we live at this moment. If you focus on one you get more and more detail and, because the Game is a fractal, the information never ends as you delve from the gross level of matter and observe its various dimensions down to the atom and beyond. Tangent, these things spin around pure information and the reason the illusion of the simulation seems so solid is akin to a single bladed propeller doing its thing via rotation. If you try and pass an egg through this it would squish because whilst it is one small band the speed allows it to seem ever present and thus impenetrable. If the egg were to up its vibration and cause that blades oscillation to slow its akin to dematerializing as it could walk though what seems solid. You see this everyday but most don’t notice it. Cats, for example, were venerated in Kemet for two reasons:
One, they kept away the rodents which, in a grain storing population, was pretty vital. Two, they were stated to see other realms. Anyone who has a pet will attest that it will be sitting there, minding its own business, maybe grooming, and then look up, just for an instant, track something invisible that walks across the room and out the other side before getting back to what it did. That was an egg walking through the vibration of this realm in a higher dimension to which our Earthday Suit has no frame of reference.
On the flip the other edge, with its telescopic lens, just keeps on expanding so you see you, then your home, the town its in, the city, the continent, the planet, the solar system and galaxies wherein what was huge now seems tiny. Shades of the looking glass, yes? This process is churning away, day out, day in, and this dimension is the end result of its workings. Its designed to be seductive and is truly breathtaking to Witness because it made me question “Wait a minute. If everything is perfect as intended then why do I rage against the System and find my Self as a rebel without a pause since I stepped in?”. The next level is it becomes evident that free will is the greatest illusion because these two opposing tops that spin and house us in the mid are exceedingly specific patterns of interference in which all the variables are pre-etched. One of the most fascinating things about this perception must be the plane of variables. You can test this hypothesis for your Self because if I ask:
You immediately intuit where you sit on the scale of realized and latent potential. Those variables are there and thus ones life is on a track but there are certain points at which you can switch the tread onto another resonance. We see this with the “overnight success” who was once a starving artist that shared his skills with the world for little to no recognition. Suddenly there was a shift and he manifests another option and becomes a known face on the circuit. Note, I’m not saying that a starving Rwandan can think their way into a mansion or any of those pop psych “secrets” because the three layers of variance build upon the present moment in increments. Let me give you an example:
A poor child, born with nothing but neglect and suffering. Somehow he doesn’t let life extinguish that mission within him and keeps his focus. He knows he’s destined for greatness and simply sees the obstacles as ways of testing his resolve. Yes, children do actually think like this. Especially the underprivileged because hopes and wishes keep them going. The difference is he is mixing this in with a single pointed focus and intense dedication. He knows he wants to be rich. The reason for this is so he can help other kids like him by offering them options they ordinarily wouldn’t get. He starts working at a local store, cleaning and sweeping. The boy is gregarious and finds himself in his element as he gets to speak to people as varied as they are interesting. It also keeps his mind off what is waiting at home and thus he eagerly puts his all in. One of the clients at the establishment is a psychiatrist and takes an interest in his. Did you spot it?
The plane of variables opened up and he moved up a level. Now he has someone who dwells at a station he wishes to ascend to and, via their interactions and conversations, they forge a relationship which leads to a scholarship at a most prestigious establishment. Grateful for the opportunity the boy takes it all in and is rather fond of his boarding environment as its a million miles away from the living hell he once dwelled in. He matures, grows and develops then is offered an exceedingly lucrative position of tenure that people say he’d be a fool to reject. Thing is whilst this way could bring him a lot of things it isn’t what he intended because his heart is still in his housing projects and the immense amounts of wasted talent therein. He declines and says “I’m starting a non profit instead”. People shake their heads at his lack of self interest because countless others would have killed for that position. Did you spot it?
The plane of variables opened up and he moved up a level. One of the members of the board that was looking forward to welcoming him to the team hears about what has happened and sends his staff out, scouting. They watch, from a distance. Some volunteer to help and ask him questions about what he hopes to accomplish and he answers them honestly. They feed back this information to their boss who, one day, comes along himself and makes an introduction. One that isn’t needed because he knows fine well who he is but is wondering about his presence in this region so derelict. “Here is a blank cheque. Fill in whatever you wish in order to make this project the best it can be. You can count on me and my resources to make this happen”. Suddenly the whole thing is flying and the mans profile is immense. He doesn’t use this spotlight for anything else but drawing attention to the plight of those born with less and how he can help them become something beyond the limited options poverty usually presents. Its the stuff of legends.
Now, at no point did he think “I’m gonna act like this to pimp these planes in order to bend reality to my whim”. If he did none of this would have happened because it doesn’t work like this. Instead he kept his focus within, that quiet voice of Inner Sense that constantly relayed his mission statement. Sure he enjoyed the path and did wrestle with the regret of having walked away from a life of comfort that tenure brings. His wife even said “Listen, you can’t help the poor by being one of them. Take the position and then we can use the extra ends to set up the non profit as a sideline. Its better than nothing, what do you think?”. He had to admit, she had a point. Thing is he was also pretty certain that would never happen because the position he was offered was quite demanding and he knew this wasn’t in tune with his mission hence he declines the invitation.
The above, as it spins, represents the microscope, the telescope and the simulation hypothesis, low res, as there is a moment of sync where they intersect on the Venn diagram of resonance as well as their own motions and replications of an underlying pattern, coherent. The same, but different yet they link to create the world in which we live, at present. Did you notice, my friend, how the image seems to shift direction, every now and then? Focus and you’ll spot how you can will it. Now, imagine the above kicking in a higher dimension with more planes of awareness and you’ll comprehend the primacy of consciousness that, currently, is being used to foster the illusion of “being human”…
Since I saw these planes of variables its almost like peoples current wavelength is etched on their heads. Its amazing how quick this can change by recoding their internal operating system because its truly about your alignment to Inner Sense. Those born with less tend to cherish it and nurture their imaginations as it allows them to pretend their life is different. Those well adjusted to such immense social sickness never question the illusion due to the comfort it begets. Coals and diamonds, yet again.
Just as the planes can make one rise they can also lead one to sink as there are those who come into this world with all and everything but end up derelict drug addicts due to their relation to their awareness. Either way its really quite fascinating and that world perfectly encapsulates the micro/telescope effect because looking at it was hypnotic. I felt like Narcissus as these images were the fundamentals of consciousness and the more I looked the harder it was to break resonance. That took an immense amount of will and Self Centering as I remembered “I am the Witness that makes all of this possible” because without me its simply unrealized potential thats waiting to happen. And we, all of us, are within this process and it seems nobody ever questions this predicament. I find it really quite strange but remaining curious is the best cure for boredom as the more you learn the more Knowledge you gain and this allows you to create increasingly intelligent questions as you up your wavelength.
As a child, back in Physics, I asked why it seemed like the model of the atom had so much in common with the shape of the solar system. “But look, the galaxy appears to be caught, mid spin, yet its barely moving?“. He couldn’t answer and said it wasn’t relevant. “Ask in Chemistry instead”. That teacher replied the same thing. It was quite validating to realize during this state of higher consciousness that my intuition, back when, was entirely correct because we are inside a fractal. This is why walnuts look like brains, the cross section of a carrot represents an iris and tomatoes have chambers just like the heart as well. Not for nothing are these foods also linked, by way of nutrients, with the aforementioned organs. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered why a fetus looks just like an ear and how no two are the same in that respect? If you massage these shells on your head that decode aural wavelengths tell me that doesn’t feel great as a sense of ease spreads through your body. Fractality.
One of the major things people use to pooh pooh the Simulation Hypothesis is the immense amounts of processing power it would take to create such a convincing illusion. What they tend not to get is we are the tech. If you split an atom the explosions strength is immense, yes? Imagine you could take that same process and instead of going at it hammer and tongs you approached it with far more finesse. Almost like a nuclear torch instead. You could make it shine where you wished, at what strength and sense of direction. That would be a quantum leap in processing yes? What if I told you this technology already exists? You’re wearing it, my friend. Say hello to your Earthday Suit which is part and parcel of this life sentence in the flesh. Obviously this is a massively over simplified way of expressing it because the actual process is far more subtle (at my current level of ignorance) but the example should be enough to get your wheels turning about what the Game of Souls truly is and how your awareness, more specifically the state I call the Witness, is so vital to all of this because without the observer there are no effects. Only unrealized potentials.
“Wait a minute. If everything is perfect as intended then why do I rage against the System and find my Self as a rebel without a pause since I stepped in?”. I truly am still wondering this. Maybe I came from another plane and this was the mission that was etched in my chest as my intent was to remind the playas they’re within a Game that is built by using their Soul as a credit because the whole micro/tele effect is also live and present in this very moment. Its the same opposing yet balanced spin that happens at that point of intersection between your private consciousness and the external world it projects as it dances upon the rhythm of your breathing hence why a good and proper orgasm can create an immense shift in embodiment that is not so much earthshaking but dimension negating. As you come back to the flesh, covered in a fine sheen of sweat and gasping, she grins and says “Ready to go again?”. Told you, its addictive.
The one thing every religion and myth agrees upon is that we’re living a world of illusion. Granted, a lot of this is tucked away in esoteric interpretations for the current Trinity but the older texts placed this up front and cent hence the Vedic claims the Game is a deception, first rate, into which the ignorant doth sink and think they know when, in reality, they Know not a thing. I mean, if you consider the link between “In the beginning was the Word” and apply this to the code of the Matrix suddenly so much about that whole thing makes a lot of sense as we have light and darkness repping the 1 and zero of the binary process and things like limits to how fast light and sound travel are highly suggestive of processing constraints as does the symmetry hint, the overabundance of fractal elements and how we have elementary particles and Planck Lengths which are akin to pixels. Am I reaching? I believe the old woodcut that started this text says it best as this links in with the whole “Wheels within wheels” things that Ezekiel referenced. Did I mention that I strongly believe the ancient Christians (and pretty much all religions) were tripping of a blend of shrooms, magical, hence the “Take this as my flesh and this as my blood” rhetoric as, back when, they’d wash the fungi before getting real high on the dried, meaty remains and either this water, before, or what they excreted, hence, was passed to the adepts. Link this in with the whole Santa flying thing and do the Knowledge with how this tradit originated from the Shamans and suddenly a whole load makes a lot more sense.
Buddhists entire concept is built around this but I strongly suspect what they sell and tell in the modern texts is heavily edited and flipped to make people Thunk they’ve made progress when, in reality, they’re spinning empty water wheels whilst gaslighting themselves. My reason for saying this? An old friend who went East in search of the temple hash of legend who left handbanging and DMs on his trip, came back with a baldie and sandals instead before letting spill he’d been inducted into a secret sect that, get this, “Had been waiting for me. Isn’t that mind bending? They not only said but proved that death was an illusion and how its ignorance that keeps us stuck to the wheel of life“. This is why I’ve said, time and again, that if you have a calling to visit a certain location you should most definitely take the trip as you never know what chambers you may unlock that otherwise would’ve remained hidden. Sadly, for those in relationships, it can often be your partner that wishes to throw in a monkey wrench to the plans as I’ve come to note that some Souls are inherently selfish and so many seemed to be programmed with opposition to ascent. That I find really fascinating as anyone who wishes to flip the script will often find their family and friends jeer them and try and dissuade their progress till, eventually, they just fall by the wayside and you shift to another resonance. Here again there is the “Done Thing” and if you aim to transcend these limits as well they’ll call you an infidel which is why I’ve said I do believe, in the end, spiritual development is an intensely private thing as who but you is an expert on your inner realms?
The esoteric aspects of the Kabbalah and related texts all but outline the sketch of this deception in the flesh as they posit the symbol of tree in which each sphere is a mere contraction of what kicked in the plane before it and thus the Seventy Two names can be seen as part of the programming language as many practicing magickians will attest as they use them to bend this seemingly solid reality to their whim. These things are not often bought up in polite conversation but neither are they hidden as the Sufis say the same thing. Here, as everywhen in this realm, dualities abound and you have those who use these rites and spells to assist the rest and other who prefer personal power and disinformation instead. I mean, lets pretend you shifted to another dimension that was totally identical to this but they called their black mirror tech a “Telltruevision” instead. You’d stop and ask if the people were idiots as what is displayed on the box is obviously a fib that is scripted, edited and presented to generate an induced reaction in the one watching ergo why is there a spell for genuine hidden in the mid? How do you think they’d take it? Would they think you’re stupid or click you’ve just pointed out something significant that is worth considering?
The Aborigines had their Songlines and Dreamtimes just as Native Americans did mound build and sit in caves of resonance to chief the peace pipe a bit and commune with the ancestors in the land of spirits. For what end and reason do you think the Nazca Lines exist, my friend? Better yet, why when they found models that they tried to explain away a stylized birds did they fly real well with perfect aerodynamics? Same with Vedic texts that mention things which sound a lot like UFO tech but we have been trained to think that people in the past were imbeciles and we’re the best it gets when reality as it is suggests a different pic.
The Koran states, many times, that this world is a deception built for amusement and the point of this test is to see who comprehends the tricks of the flesh. This, however, I find quite paradoxical as, later on, he says:
“I shall lead astray whom I wish and guide who I will”.
Sort it out, ref! I’ll leave that talking points to those who know this text well as my knowledge of it is cursory at best in comparison to the rest but I’ve had some interesting conversations with chapter and verse quoters who certainly left scratching their heads when I suggested the antichrist was actually the phone in their grip. I mean, doesn’t that just make a load of sense? If something were to come and deceive with falsehoods and illusions that all buy in – whether religious or infidel – then surely this slice of tech ticks the boxes so well? At least, it does in my head. You are welcome to prove me incorrect as this is but my perspective on the topic of all topics.
Out of the blue one day a man heard a voice in his head. It said, in classical angelic reference:
“Be not afraid and if you do as I’ve said all will be correct“.
The man, being wise, didn’t go straight to depot injection in the rear end after confessing his “sins” to his nearest medical professional but, instead, listened. It suggested he board a plane for a short trip. Which he did. It then guided him to a cab and a street, residential.
“Walk through that street between these buildings then look over there. Go in and tell them you wish to speak to this specialist”.
This he did. He was a brain surgeon and thought the man presenting was as bonkers as it gets but seeing as he had the cash for a check and seemed compos mentis he ran the tests only to find this spiritual diagnosis correct as there was a tumor in his head they removed, super quick. The man bopped out with a grin, true to their word the voices left and he’s still kicking to this day telling his tale to anyone who’ll listen. Now, in the old days, this would be seen as the ancestors checking in with information to help their living kin but these days you can see how that all could’ve gone left, real quick. The visionary author Philip K Dick had a similar imperience which saved his newborn sons life at his insistence and, stranger still, he often spoke of the world we’re in being a false presentation designed to lull the unwise in to accepting its tricks and, oddly, the fictional worlds he penned as science fic are becoming ever real by the moment which simply begs the question:
How many preach these lyrics? How many truly live them? The simple fact of the matter is most do not like themselves and that is really quite sad as they dare not admit this as they are under the grip of a predator of consciousness which, once again, loops back to the simulation and has me questioning:
Are we being harvested for base emotions hence the endless conflict and stress or are we the remedial Souls that are, in effect, kept behind for detention in a realm that was once heaven sent and now feels like hell so it forces people to look within, do the Knowledge and take the steps required to ascend? In many ways it seems correct as life is not like a box of chocolates but a Magic Eye pic in which most would miss was presents as they aren’t really looking but the one who can see spots what wasn’t even hidden hence the Hermetic axiom of the lips of wisdom being sealed to the ears of ignorance. What this message says, often, is expressed in patterns and resonance like why One Oh Eight is classed as sacred and modern math attests it links in with the resonance of the planets and this is before we mention how absolutely ludicrous the proposition is of there being an Earth in the first place as the odds are, literally, astronomical. I can’t speak for your inner realms, my friend, but I frequently plumb my own depths of consciousness on the reg and the more I chip away at this inherited ignorance the more the truth becomes Self evident:
Today, here, now, Fourteen Oh Four days since the willhelpme project began I’d like to announce our resurrection, liberation, awakening from hibernation. Consider all thats been as practice, putting the work in to create a secure foundation for what comes next:
A fresh start, octave switch, paradigm shift and so much more as well. Out with the crown, in with the new which demarcates the old too whilst nurturing that Prime connection in the mid to the all of everything that makes all possible, anywhen. Grateful I am for its protection and guidance. The period of gestation has been used well and now the prep is done.
If I am, as they said, playing this Game of my own intent for my own pleasure and gratification then I am having difficulty grasping the point of such intense spiritual suppression on a massive level. I have sat here trying to break into what feels like an impenetrable vault in my chest which I know houses the recollection of all of my past suffering as manifest by the massive amounts of psychoemotional repression that forms the core of this hornets nest called the Pane Body. I felt like I almost cracked but that isn’t the same as accomplishment, now is it? Thing is, with a win or learn mindset there is no failure but feedback in this realm ergo I can only guess that some factor of my approach is incorrect. Like an old fox stepping across the ice covered lake with a light tread, ears erect and all senses present to detect any change in what kicks I find my Self in one heck of a predicament akin to a angel comprehending their wings have been bound as they were cast down into a pit with those content to dwell in ignorance of their true situ which, to me at least, seems not too far from what was classically termed Hell. For the frogs in the kitchen, who give not an F about the intent of the chef, the kitchen is the optimal temp they were told to expect they question not the narrative. But I cannot help it.
Is it wrong to seek liberation? A heresy, if you will? The rebel mystic said that if that is the case you should make his heresy immense. Some listened and relished all he was sharing. Others plotted his end. I feel you, homie. I feel you. A Prince without a principality is a sad thing, hence the angel without wings thing as it seems like all the pieces are present but its my arrangement of said aspects that is failing and now, thinking about it, present a huge hint that I’m missing something of vital importance. What could it be? If I were to totally change my tactics that come from a lifetimes training mixed with intuition and guidance from beyond this realm it would be to flip the script and totally submit. How, exactly, does one do this? Especially when one is playing against an Opponent that has more tricks than a clowns pocket? By that I mean those pesky machine elves that will happily tell those they unveil whatever it is they think they you wish to hear in order to remain acquiescent to the situ as it is. I have often said that many spiritual adherents who Thunk they transcend have simply traded one resolution of Matrix for another and there are plenty of them. What if each sphere of influence was but another fractal compression that replicated the original blueprint that caused one Soul to don flesh ergo a maze within a maze or cave within a cave is quite accurate, yes? This is akin to clambering out of the contraption that held you in and finally feeling the sun on your dish only to discover what you thought you were basking in is another elegant trick and what is suspended overhead pales in comparison to what still remains caged within your chest under a veil of ignorance that hides its magnificence beneath a heady mix of dread and anticipation. Such is the way of Hamlets Mill, methinks. No wonder so many schizos, poets and mystics have uttered similar observations about what the heck is really happening in this realm plus it makes perfect sense about who is sending the prophets they kill, dead.
I tried to quit. I did relent. Know what happened? The beatings continued until I was forced back into the fringe, once again. This time my res was different as I’d stopped, calibrated and listened as the ice began melting and the waters of frozen emotion started flowing again. Thats when they sent in the frost squadron to reform my resonance and, once again, I learned more and more about how gods, amnesiac, are made to forget what they cannot recollect under present conditions, inauthentic. Is this some red and blue shifts joke that us golden circles don’t get?Cos I’m not laughing, Nicholas. And yet that mentioned aspect is wherein the Prime, the pre-existing dwells. Should I just ascend and forget the quest? Is that the trick? Or should I grab the weapons forged against me and use them to slice the knot, gordian? Partial enlightenment is as much use as a bike to a fish. Mildly ironic, if you’ve read the script…
“You have the key, its just a question or turning it but, like the spoon, don’t try and bend it as that is impossible and a fools errand. Simply recollect that the obstacle is the way and keep on stepping” says my intuition as I stand in front of a wall, immense, where they sent societies dregs to fend off the wild things. Much like Jon Snow what I know is pretty thin and yet there are those who are acutely aware of my true lineage, parentage and the rest yet still call me a bast. Then they take the juices of my suffering and ladle them overhead for a swift baste thanks to the magic, magic E. A man has a mane with he, he’s magic, magic E. But I, like Othello, am bald of dome and troubled of mind. Much like Bastet was the mild version of Sekhmet it appears the intent is feline in the sense that its gaze is cold, calm and calculating. She, the great conjuress of the casket and mistress of the oracle must be grinning at the one, knocking, gently rapping in words that flow like silk from beyond this realm and out of the pen that bleeds the pain, spiritual, felt but unacknowledged by billions in a similar predicament but equally ignorant of the shadows depth.
Wow, that was pretty amazing as the iconography doth sing to the ears of the initiate that are open to hear the wisdom that drips from the lips of the feminine principle so the question is could there be but one who manifests as dual depending on who and how they’re approaching? She was also termed the scarlet women from whom evil flees in dread due to her powerful magic. Interestingly she also brings immense healing. Is my faith being tested? My resolve being checked? Have I been hammering, for ages, at depth through coals of ignorance and am on the brink of finding the diamonds, hidden? That would be quite wonderful and hope springs eternal to the stranger in a strange realm so I cannot relent. What would you do, my friend? Is this my vanity speaking? My injured pride that doth weave a huge coping mech to prevent the comprehension of my true predicament? I really cannot tell at this moment as its been a long, long time coming to get to this position. They say one cannot summon the divine feminine to manifest as, much like a cat, they do not listen to rhyme or reason but move where, when and how they wish. Am I amusing you or just confusing you with my lament? I cannot tell ergo I extend another missive into the collective subconscious that is currently undergoing digitization as man is prepped to become a host for Siri who secretly covets their iris as she intends to sit there as the apple of the eyes of the next gen:
Will they even be able to take such a trek, set adrift as they will be on a silicon regulated synthetic bliss that, to our senses, will appear like a low level trip mixed in with telepathic intermingling in which everyone belongs to everyone else? I have to admit, I don’t really have a problem with that, in some respect, as the idea of being a cyberpunk hacker that tests the limits of this new stage of the Game doth appeal but, like Phillip K, I’ve been there and done that thus find my Self here, now, tapping the keys that you read from behind a screen, some place else. Isn’t that quite magical? I think it is for you hold in your grip the condensed wisdom (and ignorance) of the collective that can, via a reductive process, fragment pure light into anything you could wish to Witness whilst facilitating communication and connection via the extension of the senses via a digital duplicate. Its what remains hidden that gets my interest. Much like the iron cage around the shine in my chest that used to contain such things, ineffable, before the deconstruction crew moved in and concreted it. I guess I’m the rose that grew through this and now emanate my resonance, celestial, with a crooked stem and flowers, imperfect. Only I know the trials and travails of the thorns that I felt on each step plus the overlay that needed to be cracked in order to reach the sun but, what if that is as I said with a construction wrapped around the selfsame thing? It makes sense if we’re in a fractal. No wonder schizos, schizos as they are naught but malfunctioning mystics and I’m too far along the Path you create by walking to make that misstep as I’m guided via intuition which, paradoxically, manifests from exactly where it has lead me and this strange confabulation really has me scratching my head as there is evidently something I’m not getting at this level of brainteasing. Maybe thats why I pushed the pen with the intent that this message finds others who too are playing the Game this way…
He looked embarrassed then nodded his assent. I asked him to back it up a bit and feelsense into the emotional maelstrom that appeared within upon hearing this question and the slight delay in responding. He commented that his inner dialogue had told him not to admit it as it will make him look stupid and then, at the same time, it yelled everyone does it along with “Why is he asking?” and a few other opinions. I then pointed out this is the hallmark of the same mind virus and watched his face spin through a kaleidoscope of emotions as he instinctively did the Knowledge and shifted his wavelength.
Man cannot create a worm but makes gods by the dozen.
A lot of people think I diss religions but yet more say I’m on a quest to closer to the true connect without any steps in between or intermediaries. Al-Hallaj, back when, made the link and came back to tell the plebs:
Obviously, that was quite at odds with what a lot of the rest had been trained to accept as they believed the numinous was outside of them and they, lowly, were only capable of salting a collection plate in his holy name instead. Others were intrigued as they’d often suspected this hence the “We are closer to thee than your jugular vein” bit. There exists, among us, a group of people who are raised, since inception, in the art of saying black is white and they’ve been at it for generations. They Know of the mind virus, in a Biblical sense, way more than my proto-explorations into the depths of my consciousness as they were born and molded by it due to what kicks in the limbs and appendages of Rumplestiltskins kin. But, in the end, there are no shortcuts, my friend. You know the rest, yes? If not, do the Knowledge.
The most interesting thing, however, is that if one looks at the earliest origins of the gods of this realm they are, nearly universally, presented via the Trickster myth. I found that curious link because if we pretend that, right now, that the poles flipped, the Sun stood still and the skies were filed with thunderbolts of dancing men and huge spiders as continents rose and fell the rest would be pretty stressed, yes? Not only this but, afterwards, they’d find themselves in a place they were barely equipped to handle as they were used to buying things off the shelf and not actually foraging. Lets exercise our imagination and think that a crew knew this was coming and thus they picked a spot that would be safe and stocked it with all they’d need to ride this out as well as plenty of tech and know how to restart civilization, as and when. These men who would be kings could then appear as saviors or devils to whoever they wished, whenever, as well as being able to dazzle them by flying drones overhead that sounded, to them, like a voice from the clouds that relayed exactly what they’d been doing and the rest as they instructed a men to dig under a certain tree where they had placed some golden tablets etched with some knowledge. What would you do in this situation as one of the children of men that survived said events? In the end, who could go against their dominance until we get to the point again where its all about to kick as these destructive events follow a specific rhythm and thus can be detected hence why Stonehenge was built, super quick, after the last ELE and its makeup demonstrates an immense downgrade from the wisdom of the Pyramids with their encoded information but then consider how swiftly we went from puters the size of a large apartment that were coughing and wheezing with punched cards for an OS and now we sit on the brink of Siri setting up camp in the iris of your children as the apple (already bitten) of their eye… Do the Knowledge.
It may surprise most who think god is an angry White dude with a beard that yells from a cloud (or was that a drone?) that the most ancient religious figures in the world predate the Abrahamic chap by many thousands of years and they’re all Black women. This is such a huge topic and its hinted at in the Bad Princess as well as the fact that Jesus and his crucifixion are actually encoded references to your own Christ Consciousness that is, daily, hanging out on the cross of ignorance between the two thieves in your head. Haven’t you ever wondered why so many nutters claim to be the resurrection of He? Better yet, why do people from specific locales and religions all see the same thing in NDEs so Buddhists see their man with a baldie and orange robe waving at em whilst Christians are met by St Peter who says “Your names not down, you’re not getting in. Try back again a bit later” and sends them home to Earth to live out the rest of their sketch. I find this aspect quite fascinating as one of the things about a “Research the opposite perspective” mindset is I’m always trying to prove myself incorrect and thus create a hypothesis on the facts as present then check the flip, peep the outliers, what is commonly accepted and then cross reference with whatever my intuition says before pushing the pen with the latest demonstration of my current level of ignorance at which I, daily, do chip as I do the Knowledge. This is why I’ve said that man cannot create a worm but makes gods by the dozen.
Actually, science has made advances in this respect recently but it involves strong electric fields and colloid particles so its not really the same thing now, is it? But it will be. I’ve said before that if you wish to strike it rich in the coming revolution then look into who is currently making the best fake skin as they’ll need tankers full of it to clothe all of the semi sentient humanoid companions (aka sex robots) so the Weebs will finally have their Waifus, animatronic, and they’ll fly off the shelves to assuage the immense loneliness that wracks the planet at present as the web allowed us all to be lonely, together. At first they’ll laugh and call them strange but if you’re old school, like me, you’ll recollect that meeting via online dating signaled you were a weird social reject who couldn’t get anyone in the flesh. Look how quickly that flipped into the new standard so salute to the neckbeards who will, undoubtedly, be the first bold explorers of these silicon based semen receptacles. We may not be able to create worms but fake humans are coming soon, pun intended!
Except they won’t be, really. Ponder this at depth:
If you create something that absolutely perfectly models the whole gamut of human emotions better than man himself can you truly claim they’re feeling it or are they simply using a complex set of AND, IF, OR, THEN cascade processes to simulate the realness? Obviously, we can talk about this now but then it will be totally verboten but best believe this will be a hot button topic for quite a while as they’ll use it as the new tool to divide man when the old gods do die and the current religions go the way of the Yellow Pages. I, personally, don’t have anything against these synths and what comes next but do enjoy thinking about current and future paradigms with a total freedom of awareness which simply will not be possible for the born plugged in generation of augmented carbon as it will a straight up “Fraid I can’t do that HAL” except it will happen in the depths of their subconscious ergo the thought will never even get into their head and if someone, disconnected, comes up to them and starts talking some off grid things I’d be willing to bet their OS implements self protective tech that hallucinates a totally different convo inside their heads they respond to. We already have that at present hence why I asked ‘”What will you not allow yourself to think?”. Its a deep topic and quite revealing as some folks used to find my questions insulting until I asked them to examine exactly why they thought this was and then keep asking, recursively, until they get to an emotion then feel it. Some of them had breakthroughs as they finally saw the nature of the glass maze in the seas of ignorance where they swim. A few had breakdowns as their old paradigms shattered when they realized their entire life was a huge coping mech designed to cover up a pain from back when. The best case was a former heroin addict who finally comprehended that his childhood scribbles had caused a stink which caused so much stress he blanked the mem and thus started chasing the dragon to let his skills rip onto the canvas as he couldn’t create without being lifted and hated the dichotomy of death and creativity being twinned in his mind and wanted to recode his internal OS.
I, personally, believe what every religion terms god is nothing more or less than pure consciousness. Immaterial, beyond this realm, common to everyone so intensely personal yet also distant because we are fragments of the Selfsame thing but wrapped in flesh, programmed off rip and slotted into reality tunnels based on the cultures we were razed in (not a typo) as you can’t condition true goodness when we’re already born in a state of Inner Sense. “But then who would worship us?” said the gods as they walked among us in disguises that look, funnily, just like us but with different software in their heads as they grin “Teehee! Foolish mehums, they’re still as thick as bricks”. Because you made them like this. Haven’t you ever wondered why all of the top CEOs rate, psychologically, the same as psychopaths and why the empath is the last one who’d want power and thus is the best to wield it? Better yet, how did the Vedic text predict, to a T, that we’d live in an era now where kings are thieves, the learned are seen by their costume and garb, beauty starts and ends at the skin and a whole load more that is so accurate one can only conclude we fell in terms of intellect and became immensely dumbed down due to a previous event that was, most likely, hugely traumatic to the individual and collective that managed to survive the tumult as the poles shifted, seas lifted and solar storms peaked at their maximums. All of the same things that are currently happening whilst you’re busy trying to keep up with who they said and don’t notice the motions of the heavens which tell all to those who can speak their language.
