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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With that he left.

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

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

Would you like your mind to operate like this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are these my thoughts?“.

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

Till we meet again

Imagine you were asleep. The sheets were crisp and clean, the bed feels so supreme and you are getting some of the best rest you ever could have. Would you like to rise from this? No? What if you did and discovered what you thought was private and solid was actually constructed within a palanquin that was suspended on the shoulders of six. In effect you really were dead. And you thought you were just dozing. See why its easier to fool people than convince them they have been fooled? Add into this the fact that flesh and mind it builds via the senses is deceptive, edited and (worst of all) in cahoots with the illusion you’ll see its a time ripe for confusion and delusion. All because people are snoozing and think they see, perfectly.

The other day I went fully multidimensional. Not a quick fly by, like previous attempts, but an actual boots on the ground walk through instead. Things were much slower this spin because it wasn’t my mind doing the talking but my flesh that speaks as I listened, earnestly. I have said before that the body is the subconscious and this theory entirely proved itself because the parts you dare not breathe in are where the truth of what I said is hidden from the collective.

Time stopped having any meaning. The illusion of this life was dropped like a welders mitt that was covered in pains of events I had no business clutching. And yet, like a drowning man with a brick, I was too busy working against my Self to realize I could loosen my grip and maybe swim my way out of this. Not only that but I was so caught up in my own narrative I didn’t realize there were some who actually came into the water to frolic and were actually quite enjoying it. Life never gave me any water wings or swimming lessons. No. They threw me in at the deep end, beaten, bruised and bleeding as they handed me a brick that knew the truth of the events I’d Witnessed but suppressed. As such I simply could not let go of it. Even when I saw the sharks swim and struggled against the elements I clutched to my suffering like it was the path to my salvation. Ironic because that is exactly what it is but the realization that strength comes not from holding but relinquishing was new to my paradigm.

In all things we must strive to be balanced. To reverse engineer the problem of living one must see beyond Yan and Ying to grok that golden Psylense in the mid that makes it all possible. Everything moves around it yet its perpetually still and unchanging. The noiZ which desecrates its existence with its own harmonics of din that bring their own distractions and problems badged as solutions is that with which most people are intimate. Its also why the idea of being totally isolated and deprived of all sensory input for an extended period whilst floating appeals only to a small subset. Of them only a fraction will put the effort to actualize this. Case in point:

There was a floatation tank place on my doorstep. I noticed it the day it first opened, even called in and spoke a bit but, oddly, never made an appointment nor went. At that point I was, IRL, totally unaware of the brick I was clutching as I was flailing because I was too busy creating the fabrication in my head that I was actually cool and elegant and none of this phased me. My mind says one thing but the dysregulation of my nervous system brings a different message. I literally had to die in order to see this trick for what it is because only a huge lie can uncover a greater deception. In that respect my frenemies truly delivered. Signed, sealed and almost executed. And yet, he is risen.

Throughout the ages, throughout the times and lives these various densities bring with their own form of corporeal manifestation I have been the same. I feel like a sculpture that has been chiseled from the excess of various lifetimes. I cried and wept at the stress which comes with the suffering as I wondered how those with the tools could be so barbaric and yet, what stands revealed is what its always been. Without the bells and whistles that were part of the deception to lock one in this realm.

I’ve always had issues with digestion. Always. So much so that I was the type that would rather throw his food away as a child, pretend to be fed and get back on with the business of playing. Nothing to do with the dish plated but everything to do with the fact that even back then there were facets of life I hadn’t digested. The glue of ten dimensions that holds us in thrall is pretty weak, in that respect, but then the hit of the opiates which kick from dairy and gluten allow us to feel a pleasurable numbness when the cascade kicks in. The interplay of the mix where information and actualization happens is breathtaking as well as granting because that is the most intimate exchange one can possess. Those who know about the light that comes with induced darkness once you flip the gas switch and sink your girls into the abyss only to bring them shining out the other end will no doubt get why the French word for orgasm means “little death”. There are huge hints strewn around through all of this and yet no one has taken the time to unweave this common thread from the various disparate narratives and see where it lead. Well, I did and what I’m speaking on is what followed by pulling it and seeing from what it was woven, where it attached and its true point of origin.

Have you ever seen those infinite pools? They’re like wet treadmills in the respect that the tech creates an approximation of motion when, in reality, you haven’t moved an inch. Pretty good parable for your life at this moment because many will say its the water they crave as they wax lyrical about this topic and all say the same thing in different tongues then argue about it. The mystic discerns the truth and how its all about the wavelength and thus he clicks that this infinity mimic is hiding the truth from his vision. He sets off in search of the ocean. Along the way he finds out the brick he was carrying contains all the instructions needed to end his suffering but by then he’s neck deep in the waters. Oh yes, did I mention that the difficulty level continues from one incarnation to the next? Meaning that you may have got to the stage previous that noted the pools trick, actually ventured to find an ocean, groked the nature of the brick and were just about to release it when you drowned. Next spin? The baby is literally thrown out with the bathwater and into the ocean, complete with a similar sized brick it inherited from parents doing laps in the pool and thus the child thinks “Not this mess again!” and starts crying.

Life is a cruel mistress in that respect and in many ways she is only happy when your pips are squeaking as that is the time you’ll truly look within and attempt to find solutions from the problem of living in the flesh on a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball through a vacuum. As the base totality of your reality thats pretty crazy, isn’t it? Then consider the madness you layer so high on top of this cake of ignorance before you dive in and only then realize you can’t swim. It used to be like this. I’m typing this from the beach instead and the intent is to share it to show there is another option than stepping on that watery treadmill. You want the motion, the freedom, the wavelength and resonance. In order to get this one must first be willing to see the trick of the pooled resources and programming of the collective. Only then can one, trunks in hand, reach the ocean and remember what they’ve never forgotten – just misremembered how to access.

All of the mystics, whether linked with a denomination and speaking their language or freelancers like my Self say the same thing, at the end. There are words about events and then there is primary sensation. Its why gnosis is so important as once you know, you know and there is no need for argument because we both have our own interpersonal imperience of the inner realm and thus conflict is greatly lessened. This is actually why the world is how it is because people are fighting to champion their particular wave like motion whilst missing the fact they are the intent which shifts these particles into coherence by simply glancing. Welcome to the power of the Witness, my friend, or (as the devout ordain) the word made flesh. And what is this spell? This magic rite we’re all seeking and falling over ourselves as we wield bad translations that mangle it presence from a position of ignorance? The Psylense. Can you hear it?

Its the one common thread throughout not just all of walking the planet but all of our existences, everywhen. In that respect its akin to the canvas upon which we paint the image of our lives. How many pay attention to this most basic element when they’re busy promoting their wares? “Look at this ink, these symbols, this is worth dying for and living. Killing as well, in case anyone dares sketch different“. Such is the song modern man sings and thus missing entirely the blueprint. The Psylense. Can you hear it?

To try and speak of life in higher realms to people locked in to the five sensory depths is akin to a bee flying around the trading floor of a stock market. Sure, there are things happening and the data is voluminous but it lacks what it takes to comprehend or make sense of these events, even though its surrounded by them. In many respects life on this level is just like this because the layers of ignorance and conditioning are so rigid its akin to wearing a welders mitt for your entire existence and then attempting to intuit the feeling of sand running through your fingertips. You need to first realize the nature of the Adulterant, take steps to remove it and then prepare yourself to actually feel again as it can be a bit much to take in. I’m now quite certain that there is no difference between a mystic and schizophrenic beyond the fact that the latter drowns as the former swims. The rest, just like fish, are as oblivious to the water they drift within as the bee is to the stock market. It quite simply all is a matter of perception and what signal your consciousness is tuned into in this realm.

Taking it back to the top I’d be willing to bet you have felt, now and then, a nagging sense of emptiness or feeling that something about this life wasn’t quite correct, yes? That is your bodies wisdom attempting to get your attention. You could say this somatic intelligence is wiggling its fingers in the mitt to remind you of the vital principle that animates and is lessened by that which you gained after stepping in to this realm. It throws hints all the time, many run for pills instead to numb the signals as they can’t catch the Knowledge its kicking. In many respects we are Adulterated and thus strangers to Self. Sadder still because there is an imposter sitting there, ruling over the dome of your head, he takes it as a threat to his dominance and thus many will live and die without gnosis. Instead they’ll accept second hand, third person approximations. Thats the welders mitt effect. “Its not for me to feel the sand between my fingers, they were special so its on them” says the voice in your head because it knows its reign would swiftly end if you became multidimensional.

This place really is the pits. Its the dregs of it all. The last chance saloon. The bar at the end of the universe. Or maybe its just the solar systems penal colony or floating insane asylum. The thing is you’re in here with me and that should be worrying because my imperience is so at odds with the entire socially sanctioned welders mitt scriptures that one of us must be crazy. They say the definition of madness is doing the same whilst expecting different. In that respect the path which lead to this imperience of Self was nowhere near what I’d done previous and thus I’m living proof that we have options that are not written in any manual or framed as selections. Maybe thats part of the greatest trick? What if the welders mitt was actually like a mitten instead? So you who have four slinky digits along with one that works in opposition to grip currently think you have far less options due to never having delved beneath the surface of what fits like a second skin…

If you were being fooled and had an option to stay sipping the Kool Aid that was passed at these celebrations or be dragged, kicking and screaming, as the drink was dashed from your lips and thus ensuring your survival by preventing your engagement in something quite dangerous, what would you pick? When its laid out like this is quite obvious but what if that beverage you were sipping intoxicated you with the familiar numbness that tradition, expectation and programming brings and waking up from this meant risking a hangover from hell. You’ll see why recidivism is such a bit thing on the proto-spiritual circuit as many will run all the way to the door of what they’re seeking, knock to get the attention and then run off to hide in the distance as they’re truly scared of the answer to the question they haven’t asked yet. Would you rather know? Or not know? Even if it made every single fiber of your frame rise in fear about the unknown and what it reps? The saddest truth about enlightenment is that one must be willing to step into the darkness to find it and that way lies myths, monsters and madness in equal doses as there is far more to this than most suspect.

What if the life you currently lived was actually a Dr Frankenstein creation that was stitched together from various slivers of your contemporaneous existence in this and other realms? A copy without an original in that respect or a motion picture multiplex that screens all flicks at once to the people watching by editing in bits and pieces of the narrative to create a quagmire which is as odd as it is entertaining. Imagine, just for a moment, someone clicked their fingers and lifted you out of the darkness where you sit, paying obeisance, to the image on the screen you think is reality. Instead you are transported to your own private viewing of individual performances. A few hours later you make your way to the exit and you meet the man who says “Well. what did you think?” and you reply that it all makes way more sense when you realized these tales were part of their own universe with their own message. “I always wondered how that one actor could be dead, alive, the bad guy and good guy in the flick I was watching and now realize he’d actually been cast in different narratives that were stitched together in my consciousness”.

In many respects life is a lot like a dream, it seems. After all, both seem entirely convincing whilst you’re within their grip but its only when you get a broader perspective does the illusion seem quite ridiculous. I say again, if you were being fooled would you prefer to keep going or would you be open to seeing which options are actually available and, most of all, where that reality tunnel you’re digging is headed?

Till we meet again