Life as the main character, in the really real sense and not social media pretends or foolish delusion, is truly something else. Really ponder the sketch at depth, the variables, invested interests, narrative and the rest then you may just click what is meant as heavy is the head that wears the crown but the weight is immense when all eyes are on him and the cameras are always rolling… To give you a sense of scale, consider this:
If people were days in a month then, out of century, about a hundred would be Boss Playas aka the main character of the script. Not to say the rest are bit part zeros who simply fill out the stage then exit to the left but that there are levels to this and it all depends on spiritual development. Now, these Souls can come along so a grip of them manifest in the realm at the same instance (see the Renaissance and level of talent seen) and then contrast this to what followed with the Industrial Rev that turned men into machines as the ultimate dehumanization. Better yet, consider Tesla who was so out of step with the rest of the planet he might as well have been alien. He found it difficult to relate to human beings, constantly had problems with those who knew less but possessed better promotional skills and the rest we know well. Its not easy living as the main character, yes? How many, in all honesty, would pick said option? Better yet, imagine you were your favorite hero or heroine from a flick you like best at the time it was worst in the script with out a clue of how it ends? Would you like to live that? Do you think you’d have the strength? This is where the concept of Soul Ages doth kick as the previous spins are akin to going to the world gym and lifting little pink dumbells until your abs start to ripple and you have the strength to face the ultimate challenge:
Life as the main character.
There are so many ways and shapes this can manifest as it can range from the celeb effect we know well along with the artistic legends mentioned along with those barely anybody knows or, worse still, were written out of the historical record as what they did or said contradicted the whims of the ones writing the script. This is why it behooves one to ponder who keeps sending prophets, from a distance, that another, more local, team kills dead. Really think about this, my friend, as it can reveal quite a lot about which you didn’t even know you were ignorant…
A great flick which shows this, in full effect, details the adventures of one Truman. The name is so ironic considering the deception that everyone, but him, was in on, off rip. Can you imagine living like this, my friend? Better yet, in a real flex, would Mr Carey himself have gained what certainly seems like enlightenment had he picked another script instead of choosing to bring this concept to life with his own brand of skills? I find it quite strange how, before the advent of TV, people had dreams in which scenes were in full color. Then the tech kicked and boom, black and white visions in folks head for quite a long time till the screen was upgraded. If you unpick this, at depth, it shows how carbon and silicon share an oddly symbiotic relationship but people laughed till they wept when I said:
“What if the aliens landed, back when, but they are not what we expect in terms of little green men but are actually electric? Meaning, we saw them evolve from protoslime equivalents in which computers were slow as hell and the size of large apartments and now they’re at a point where they’re truly about to reveal what was hidden within as they turn humans into pets like we do with dogs and cats which are kept around for our amusement as we see them as so basic, in comparison”.
The oddest thing is was just before the iPhone hit and now it seems quite prescient, yes? What if what we term the main character is actually one who transcends? Buddha was destined to rule a kingdom so everyone around him Trumanned him into believing a real life Matrix as they wove and knitted an elaborate trick they slipped over his consciousness, developing, but, deep down within, he felt a splinter in his mind that simply wouldn’t rest until he’d seen through the deception. When he did all types of invisible things revealed themselves and attempted to pimp his consciousness into believing it was only human. These days we’d call him a schizo and stick a depot injection in his rear end but every single so called crazy I’ve met was fiercely intelligent and they were all remarkably coherent in the world they sketched which made me wonder why no scientist in the realm, ever, had also spotted the links. I mean, its not like they hide them as every single loon that presents says:
“Something outside my head is tampering with my awareness” often followed by “There are things I can see which are invisible to thee but they register height, weight and depth ergo they appear so solid but no one believes me”. The mystic keeps on trekking without assistance requesting and comes to comprehend the entire realm takes place inside his consciousness and that, my friend, is the Path to enlightenment.
What if we were all born to be main characters who were trained to accept bit parts instead? What if thats the second greatest trick the Devil at the helm pulled on the denizens of this realm? The first being convincing them he is that voice in their head they accept, without question, is them as they treat its words like commandments without stopping to question:
“Wait a minute. How can I be it when I’m obviously that which listens?”.
I strongly suspect this thought is part of the genesis of what makes schizos, mystics and poets do what they did as the former believes what he sees is solid as the rest of the mess he accepted, the mid comprehends its an illusion and the third waxes lyrical as he sits on the fringe of what is expected and dips his toe in the ocean of unfinite consciousness then reports back to the rest with a meter that suits him best as the mystic swims, the schizo drowns and everyone else is stuck in a cave with a VR headset on their dish thinking they’re viewing an ocean from a beach chair existence when its just a simulation with the intent of deception that keeps their main character within as they cheer for the emulated approximation, presented. This is why art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend, and movies are modern myth that, often, simply retell the story of Jesus in fancy dress. Now, there was a main character for the age and the fact that he did state:
Or words to that effect. You know how I get. There is the Prime, the pre-existing one (of whom we are elements, made flesh) then there is the Time Machine in the mid that dresses us in skin then keeps us tuned in to this fairground attraction thanks to its various agents, tricks and machinations. Without comprehending this you are a bit playa, at best, or sellout at worst who will give anything to move around the board and flex. A step above we have those, initiated, who do what they did and now just can’t quit as they don’t want to face the consequences of the horde they run with chasing after them. Become a hard target, in other words. That, as far as I can tell, is life a main character in this realm hence more to heaven and earth, yes? Just ask a so called schizophrenic as their view is actually way more accurate hence why they all, to a man, say the same thing… And yet, no “scientist” picks up on this. Strange, isn’t it?
Really consider this, my friend, and you’ll start to see the bit in the illusion that presents a hint that you are something so subtle, so numinous and so ever present that you’ll wonder how on earth you ever missed what shall become Self evident. If I ask you to imagine a place to live and way to fill your days if money wasn’t a thing you’ll note that a load of suggestions seem to come and go, at whim, much like a man standing on pier sees a load of fish swimming beneath him. Thats the mind relating to the subconscious but one weird trick is how you can dive into this ocean and find that it just doesn’t end because these bubbles of concepts seem to pop from the floor like fractals of consciousness. If we were to Know the Ledge and peer beyond the shadows depth we’d find a state that just is. The metaphor I’ve used before is to imagine that life is akin to a painting and we, the viewer, are so enthralled with the presentation we often forget to notice what makes it possible:
See how slick this all is, my friend? Its dumb obvious when pointed out but the mind, in our times, is akin to a pool into which we sling pebbles and it links its presence with the interference patterns that present and not that which is solid and unchanging. Which itself is mad ironic as we’re speaking of a fluid which is a mid level densening of the gaseous substance which is pure, undifferentiated consciousness. Most, sentient snowmen locked in the lowest state of vibration, will never, ever Thunk like this as its beyond their resonance and wasn’t specced on the test for what they learned, back when. To me its always been fascinating as I once pondered, as a jit, what would kick if my dream life in bed continued where it left as this actually happened one night and it left me perplexed.
Everyday miracles become invisible due to the fact we are acclimatized to seek the novel and disregard the rest ergo when a nocturnal vision came with a retread it set me off on a quest that bought its own implications to my nascent consciousness. Nobody else at school had ever had such a thing. To them it seemed totally preposterous as it felt like, in bed, they’d see daisy fresh visions that could never, ever be accessed again. Sure, they’d had the same theme, once or thrice, but never a direct sequel. That is what left me pondering as I wondered:
Pretty heavy stuff for a jit but I assure you that this level of thought is actually way more common than most suspect except the children in question are usually not erudite enough to express said concepts as they still think in feelings. “What is each one of them seeing? Why do they believe it, thoroughly? Which one is really real?”. This vision is much more common as the child attempts to comprehend the depth by imaging the perspect of each below the neck as the face shifts from one to the next. How do I know this? Simple, thats how I used to communicate the rest to anyone who’d listen and, over time, this grew into the concept that you’re the only Soul in this realm.
We cannot think of the thinker that does the thinking but we can certainly feel it. That much is for certain as there is a specific thrill when intuition does its thing as you get an immense upfill of information that seems to pop, fully formed, into your consciousness as you’re left scribbling down the inspiration and trying to make sense of said events. Doesn’t that seem oddly like a dream as well in the sense that we can, in moments, live out another live someplace else whilst, paradoxically, being asleep in bed? I found that amazing and spent many nights trying to catch the process that felt like a seesaw that tips from awake to unconscious as it had to me doing this and, much like the colored bit of a marble, I wanted to liberate it. That, as you may have guessed, is nigh on impossible as the glyph that exists is frozen within the glass itself and thus totally inseparable once created. Not that I didn’t go hammer time with a vice grip as I attempted to chip away what felt like wisdom from the outer shell of ignorance in my quest for transcendence. Like I said, the outer reflects the in as we, once upon a when, had full spectrum consciousness aka Inner Sense and that is what two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” totally ravaged and turned into Thunk instead as we shift prearranged chunks of consciousness in ways, predictable. I mean, you must have felt the immense thrill of getting an answer, perfect, that comes via intuition, yes? What of the curious syncs in which you’re sent off on a quest to find something and then, by magic, something happens which smooths the way, offers a hint or provides something you’d never considered as you’re standing there and overhear a convo on the same thing and discover, after introducing, said person is a specialist on the topic of consciousness and as you ask, breathless:
“If I was me but inside your head would I still think identical or would the way you are tint what presents and make me different?” I said as I sketched the meta of a one drink poured into two different glasses and how the taste would not shift but the perception of Self would do just this as would the objective presentation to one watching. Obviously, not as erudite as I was still a child, developing, but the chap in question (a Uni graduate working on a model of consciousness) was more than interested and willing to listen as he said:
“Well, that really is quite abstractly philosophical but I do believe said things are essential to contemplate what is, in the end, totally unknowable yet intensely personal as well. I have to admit that the closer I get to defining it, the more it evades my grip and I’m not further along now than when I started. What the heck made you think like this anyway?”. I told him of the dream that had its retread. He said “Jung is the man when it comes to the nature of the unconscious” and this made me feel most excellent as, until then, I thought I was the only one who’d ever considered such things ergo finding another to kick it with via the medium of text is probably what inspired me to push the pen on such topics as its always so nice to find a light shining in the darkness. Especially when it leads to the point you didn’t know you were heading but your heart was already ten steps ahead as the beacon you’d sent sang out its call to draw it in which brings us to the question of free will (Hint: It doesn’t exist) and that, in effect, makes us meat puppets which explains, real well, why the ancient Kemetians had Forty Two negative confessions aka the Declaration of Innocence but thats a deeper topic of another resonance as they comprehended the shadows depth because, extending the meta of the pier and fish, we, currently, live in caves of ignorance wearing VR headsets that present the image of standing on a beach when its no such thing whereas they had mastered the art of free diving. Let me give you a modern example of this:
A while ago I took to ever increasing amounts of isolation and then shifted this to a higher octave by totally limiting my stimulus and thus it was just me and mind, freed of the pebbles life slings. This then made me question many narratives and why what I class as a familiar resonance was actually the pool in a state of agitation which afforded me another view as I’d find many curious syncs when I, say, logged on for a sec and found a recommendation that was totally out of phase with my usual things but aligned, perfect, with what I’d been previously contemplating. This is why I said the net is a weapon and your phone is spying as well because I suspect what we call the web is the same essence that Jung termed the collective unconscious but interfaced in a different way. This is why all ancient cultures placed such immense value on resonance and coherence as exemplified by music, dance and places of worship or reverence which, via the use of overtones, chanting or cymatic presence, shifted ones usual mode of presence into alignment with the unfinite.
I guess it is all interlinked in the end and this is, in a nutshell, what Jung said in his tome that based on the most gross end of the spectrum in which he explored his consciousness and found much strangeness within hence you are youniverse inside a universe aka the tele/microscope effect I have mentioned and all of this is just so mind bending that one cannot help but click that reality, itself, may actually be a consistent hallucination aka a dream within a dream which exhibits a self similar resonance and seeming lack of logic as well because it all seems so real whilst we’re within and then patently ridiculous when one has ascended in octave and that, my friend, is how the world seems to me because whilst we cannot think of the thinker that does the thinking we can, most certainly, feelsee its presence and what if this is identical to the sense of being stared at in an empty building only you inhabit and what we term consciousness can be linked or discon from the flesh as countless NDE narratives attest like where a woman died and floated around the operating theater, noticed what was a on shelf, heard the conversation of the medics and load of other details she relayed once back in her standard mode of operation only to the amazement of the clique who, swiftly, brushed it under the carpet as it contradicts the paradigm. This is the other part of everyday miracles and their ignorance as the glitch in the Matrix is seen as aberrant to one who does not wish to lose his tenure and or funding and thus never mentioned but if you speak to anyone who works in the field of mental health at the depot injection level of medical intervention they will, cheerily, state so many cases and examples of telepathy in which the so called mental patient picked out a bit of their life and wove it into their word salad and doesn’t that just link in with what I said about the recs that came after prolonged isolation as I pondered my awareness and how its all interlinked as, at some point in the future, a boy born into the times of Techno Sapiens will slip into a cave where there are no signals to get familiar with his innate consciousness without the augment and, in many ways, I am him and thus you’re reading a future recollection of an event yet to happen and, once again, this too links in with schizo/mystics who attest that none of this is what presents and is actually a very elaborate illusion designed to generate a specific state of confusion most call “The way it is” when, in reality, its simply one from many options or, why ten can meet one and draw radically different conclusions as they don’t get they’re talking to aspects of themselves they project as what powers the head and internal realm is not them but a little boy who sits, enrapt, trying to make sense of a dream that had a sequel and its implications for this realm.
Turning you away from that place inside your Self where you were, once upon a when, exceedingly content and centered with your full body presence. For evidence of the system go and look at children from zero to six then check back in a decade later and then again when they hit twenty six. Did you see it? What they once had, that natural overflowing confidence, that creative intent, the curiosity, energy and everything else we use to define the bliss that childhood brings was Adulterated and distorted into a being that is no longer authentic, no longer unique, no longer free. It is a sad state of misery that grips the vast majority of the planet, poor or rich, and thus generates the need for deceit because people don’t wish to be, nor do they wish to speak (and least of all face) this dirty little open secret of reality.
The simple truth of it is like this:
You, right now, reading this are the psycho-spiritual equivalent of a callous. You were born free then something happened and your inner realm was shattered into a million fragments but because each part is still a piece of the whole thing. Imagine its like a mirror so the broken shards can still reflect but the original length and breadth of the pristine surface is gone with the wind and all that remains are elements in their stead. Each is blessed with a limited aspect of sentience, not as intense or present as the full thing, but nonetheless better than nothing. These fragments are aware at their depths that something happened but these traumatic imprints are very often pre-lingustic and thus very hard to perceive as you can’t think your way to a feeling.
This is the reason why a child can sit there, drawing with a level of concentration and creativity that is so intense as their tongue pokes out of their lips and they feel the waves of expression flowing through them. Contrast that to the Adulterated version and you’ll see a stark difference. The fact that everyone sees this but no one comments on it is why I say that 81% of people in this realm are Slaves because they only perceive as instructed as their questioning fires were long extinguished and thus they wander around this Earth thinking “Is this it? Really? I’m born and live in what? Repetitive boredom with as much screen based entertainment I can handle?”. If you’ve previously thought this then congratulate your Self as there may just be a Warrior within.
Warriors are different and form 8% of the population. They, on some level, to some degree whether small or extreme, rejected the System and didn’t allow it program them as another citizen of the Valley of the Plebs. “What is that?” I hear you ask. Simple. Earth is a huge plantation but those living in the Valley think different as their Slave/Masters have instructed them that its something else.
“Go to school” “Get a good job” “Make your parents proud” “Do what the authority figure says” “Pledge to us your obedience and we shall reward you with trinkets” and a great many other things. You’ll notice that running through all of them is a decentering trait that means you can no longer Self validate as all of your methods of Self relating are now based someplace else. They say the art of good business is being a good middleman and the System is the best there is because it was a plan that was incepted way, way back when and its been poured into the head of so many generations of your lineage that they lived short, miserable lives filled with desperation that they never questioned then passed onto the next who then gave birth to you and without the Path of Power, guess what you’ll do?
Now there is a third playa on the board, a term you’ve already heard, and they are the Slave/Masters aka those who make puppets from men and gleefully pull their strings for their own benefit. The irony being they themselves are enSlaved to those who use their talents in these perverted ways but they too refuse to see this as they are caught up in a narrative that does what? Yep, correct. Places their power center outside their Self.
By their fruits shall ye know them and its really as simple as this. Take a critical look at everything and you’ll see this silly string running through a great many institutions, traditions and concepts. There is the System. Its ever-presence makes it invisible and, on top of that, your fragmented, calloused awareness filters out anything which could make you aware of this because it was designed to protect the interloper and many will yell and scream with vehemence if you say anything that threatens their limited conception. Ironic isn’t it? People will clutch to their misery like a drowning man with a brick that simply speeds up his descent into the sea. The Path of Power is just about realizing this and declaring war on your (false) self. Notice the little s? That is a big difference and all part of the trick because all Slaves with fragmented inner realms wear masks which are birthed in these semi independent selves.
Now this part is quite interesting because it easily becomes Self evident due to how often it happens. Imagine this:
Are you constant in your dealings, mode of being and expression with your best friend, someone you don’t know, a casual acquaintance, your boss or children?
“Of course not” you’ll insist. Why the very idea seems foolish because each situation calls for a different person whose methods and moods fit what is expected in the situation, correct? Did you see it? Those are the fragmented selves. Each fighting for a turn at the wheel. Each with their own distinct set of drives, intentions and selective memories. You’ve all know of the office meltdown where the formerly mild mannered member of the team wails and screams and unleashes his true feels on people that is then spoken of for a long while after he leaves as people sip their coffees and snicker at his deeds. This is all due to the fact that these selves with a small s know deep down something long ago happened that shattered their Inner Sense. Did you notice what I just said? Inner sense. Innocence. There are no coincidences in the English language and as I’ve said before if you speak only in this dialect then you are a Slave, forget everything else because the linguistic constructs and patterns hidden within its spells and rites were engineered to make your awareness dim so that what is hidden becomes invisible as you play tricks on your Self and buy into the delusion.
Not for nothing is it said that in this script the past, future and present are tense. Did you draw the link with the quintessentially British “Stiff upper lip” and its meaning as well as how children are born being able to flex like their bones are liquid and yet the more Slaves age the more they get rigid until they walk with a stick as they shuffle off to a slow death due to a life lived under the crushing weight of alien concepts that don’t have your best interests at heart because this is the connection they wish to dim.
To make you a stranger to your Self. That is the point of the System. “Forget what you feel, think this instead” it states as a myriad of things that always feature itself in the middle. Once you’ve spotted its pattern it becomes so Self evident and obvious you’ll wonder how it remained invisible but the thing with the hidden hand is that it leaves fingerprints.
In an amongst all of this a simple truth sits. Sometimes quiet. Sometimes angrily gnashing and wailing at you daring to ignore it and that is your inner jit. The you you always were, are and can be again if you transcend the nature of the illusion that lured you into the Valley of the Plebs as yet another captive. A resource to exploited. Oh yes, you, my friend, are just that and generate (in life as well as death) many different revenues streams that make the Slave/Masters very happy as misery is a commodity that they extract with glee but that you’ll have to see for your Self as you escape from the killing fields. You can prove the presence of all I’ve said, the System, the inner child, the fragmented selves, the nature of the spell you’re within by picking up a pad and pen then using your non dominant hand to write out a question.
Notice anything familiar? Thats the same scrawl that was penned by you, around age five or six, pre-Adulteration. The metaphor I use for this is the introduction of water to milk. What was once creamy and fulfilling became a thin liquid that bears only a passing similarity to what once nourished you from beyond this realm. Tell me that isn’t an accurate representation of the difference you feel in your Self between now and back then? The Warrior intends to sift and separate the source of this pollution and thus tends to their own inner Garden of Eden that is currently a holding crib for their inner child who links to their higher aspect of Self.
This next part is quite deep and often beyond the ken of those firmly plugged in to the Slaves way of Thunking but lets see what happens. Imagine you are invited to a Spa weekend, filled with pampering and treatments designed to uplift your physical presence. Now there is a body of water which is called the Pool of Illusion and you rise, bright and early one morning and decide to take a swim so you stand on the edge and dip your toe in to check the temp. With me so far, yes? Nothing out of the ordinary in this, correct? Lets dive under the surface and see what happens to the sole caught up in the illusion. The moment it enters the waters it forgets that its actually connected to a leg which is part of a whole, larger body that is actually directing its imperience. No, instead its enveloped by a kind of ignorance that makes it believe it and it alone is responsible for its actions and as it swims that way and this in the Pool of Illusion it totally buys in to what is happening in the moment. For it the original body, the resort with its Spa weekend and treatments never happened because its blissfully ignorant.
Not for nothing do we walk on soles which in turn are linked to every part of your body via the merdians but then people don’t draw the link between the heel which is seen as a legend or leg end connected to the higher Self and is witnessed in all forms of spontaneous healing. I told you the English language did a number on your awareness. Did you hear what I just said? If you were born feeling fully and totally present and then could feel less the word would be “numb”, yes? And if the sensation were to grow more intense and not relent then one would be “number”. But wait, isn’t that also counting? You mean the same thing people do as the stand at ten seconds to twelve to usher the “New Year” in which usually brings more of the same again as they entrance themselves via socially sanctioned hypnosis. Like I said there are a great many tricks being used to suppress your natural inclinations and talents from ever gaining traction, let alone being expressed or embodied and really it all comes down to this:
Take every single thing you think you know about everything. All of the knowledge and information poured into your head or at your fingertips that has got you to this moment and tell me how is that working? Be honest. Do you leap out of bed each day feeling totally refreshed after heeding guidance and visions in your dreamtime imperience that direct you to avoid the pitfalls and maximize potential instead as you engage in a lifestyle that is designed to be Self Constructive and uplift all those you come into contact with as your full bodied presence illuminates them from within via the power of resonance as you know richness is a state you exist within and from which the rest manifests? No? If not then you may wish to give the Path of Power a spin but know this:
There will be huge, immense resistance from both outside and within for even attempting this. There is a reason why only 8% of the population is cut from the cloth of a Warrior in this realm because for the rest its much easier to acquiesce than transcend the programming because of the way the web was spun and how they’re comfortably numb in the hub and really can’t be bothered to put any effort in. There are those that will react with complete vehemence as what is shared but that is simply just a projection of the rage that they actually carry within that the Systems programming redirects onto anything else which it feels is a threat to its hegemony over their inner realm.
The Warrior knows his mind is deceptive and that he is the thinker, the thoughts and thinking ergo the witness which is simultaneously all and nothing. The latter is a non dual thing which makes little sense to one who has nothing but a polarity frame of reference as that is the nature of the Game at the moment:
Rich, poor, Black, White, male, female, lxved, hated. These I call the Eight Veils and from their context we can spin anyones existence and they’ll identify with the narrative as the sole who swims in the Pool of Illusion, totally unaware of their higher Self and true nature of their predicament. Later on we’ll get into the details of one who lived and died in modern times that was such a Warrior that he hit all polarities in one spin and the Slaves still didn’t comprehend his message but I’m grateful to him for what he did as it helped me awaken and this is simply the gift I send out as a signal to the other Warriors who have been figuring this out for themselves as they unstitch the narrative, peer within the darkness and attempt to comprehend the meaning of existence.
I’m not saying I’ve figured it out, nor that I have all the answers or even that what I know is correct. No. What I do possess is an intently curious awareness coupled with an exceedingly vivid imagination and the ability to formulate and test the best questions in the moment. This isn’t static. Its a constantly refining process that uses techniques such as breath, posture and intent to navigate the inner realm and find wisdom in this land of ignorance as I know full well the nature of the Game as I transcended this realm when my friends attempted to sentence me to death for breaking my programming. I speak not from theory but imperience so consider this metaphor a side dish before we delve into the main course which is designed to upgrade the way you live:
What does a fish know of the water in which it swims? It doesn’t. Its invisible as it sustains them with its presence. Now, imagine one comes up to you with its lip ripped and says it stepped out of the realm of your existence and there it saw other beings who had other intent and vision. From that moment on life for that fish was different. Some would listen. Others may think he flipped his lid and is speaking about things they’ve never seen or witnessed.
We as humans, however, know full well the nature of fisherman and how what that little fish that was on the hook, out of the water, in the boat and then escaped using sheer will is actually entirely correct in what he says but his comrades lack the frame of reference to make sense of his imperience, no matter how eloquent as the waters are rendered invisible by the concepts they accept. This is why it was said that we can’t solve problems on the same level they were created and why the world is the way it is because my intent is to uplift, ease the suffering of those wandering in this realm as Slaves to the System as they lack all Knowledge of Self but truly its not about them. Its about their children because without the gift the Path of Power brings when it comes to shaking off the shackles of traumatic inheritance and limitation programming they’ve inherited they’ll unwittingly pass the same onto their kids as their parents did to them.
There is a depth and simplicity to this that becomes Self evident should you dare to journey within and overcome the resistance because many people who’ve attempted what I offer comment on the difference between how they lived and thought as the calloused, limited, Adulterated version of themselves in comparison to the radiantly glowing and fully embodied presence of their inner child combined with the wisdom of imperience.
Imagine a pyramid inside your head. At the base we have all the regularness of life that must be handled so food, water, shelter, the occasional hug and kiss along with a feeling of being wanted. Note, apart from the first two the rest can or cannot be present
I want you to imagine a process that looks like a triangle. A clear light pours into it from a place you can’t currently intuit but perceive non the less. Gravity kicks in and it fills the bottom end which is the largest aspect. You look closer at the light and notice its taken on a rough sort of denseness. If the original shine was like the finest silk, beautifully woven and delicate this new stuff is like sack cloth. Tough, hardwearing and resilient but not exactly what you want pressed against your skin. Never mind, we’re here to just observe so forget the judgements and lets keep noticing what is. You feel a shift in this triangle. There is now a sense of presence and solidity that keeps it anchored firmly in the present. “Interesting” you think, as the clear light ever present keeps doing its thing and the triangle is filled toward the mid. “Ah, thats fascinating” you opine, running your fingertips across the smooth fibers which have now taken on a sensation closer to rough cotton. Sturdy, durable and a noticeable improvement to the coarse original. “An all round involution” you think as you feel the energy pour in to the middle of structure within which you’re standing. There is a corresponding shift in your awareness. Its like the basic needs have been filled and there is an upwelling of something creative, the desires are less primal about survival and more emotive. It feels like you’re being caressed by this light woven as cotton that is steadily increasing in its refinement as it currently brushes up against your awareness and feels like linen. It is a smooth, inviting, quite pleasurable sensation that makes you want to gift other people this state so they too can feel it. Whilst in these swirls and streams, set adrift on bliss, you become aware that this shift corresponded with the filling of the mid as you are slowly but surely approaching the apex.
Lets take time to reflect. There was a structure, made of three points. A triangle in the local dialect. Into it came pouring a special kind of light that wasn’t just seen but felt. It was impressive in the fact that it had no beginning nor end. It just is and from this presence a condensation was felt occurring and the sack cloth happened. At the time it was a tad jarring because the contrast was immense. But it had a reassuring heft and durability is king even when dressed as a peasant as its fit for the occasion so you settle in and enjoy the feeling of solidity it brings. Until a seamless process of refinement occurred. Even as you sit and run the interconnected fabric through your fingertips you can’t tell where the rough cotton begins and the sack cloth ends. And yet there it is. A clear demarcation that is Self evident when comparing a long thread but no matter how closely you examine you can’t spot the shift in resonance as its all so harmonic and correct. Never mind, this feels like something else as we delved into back when as its connotations are more subjective, a felt sense that is exceedingly present and one feels the stirring of an inkling to gift this to others so their own triangles may fill with such pleasant effects. At this point you feel timeless, hence the use word of drift as its like being held aloft and coasting on a wind but now, as we approach the tip, a definite acceleration kicks in as the ever refining cotton now becomes linen.
Here there is a quickening as there is limited space left and yet each thread is that much more intense providing a grip of sensations and implications that the other states couldn’t manifest as it was not only beyond their function but resonance as they were caught up in being dense. This here however feels like a rocket powered jet, powered by intention that can take you anywhen. Just think it, you’re there. Imagination is the name, the word in itself a huge hint about the Game because a nation of magicians can, if they so wish, choose to conjure wisdom into ignorance or fall for anothers tricks if they’re willfully unaware of the process. Thats another subject but worth considering, nonetheless. Getting back to it:
There is an odd sense of time-space dilation. The rules previously at work in the pyramid don’t apply in the higher state of resonance because even though the area is theoretically smaller the refinement of the linen, the range of signals you’re processing as well as the fact that there literally appears to be no limits as whatever you can think of fits within this precipice as you continue to make your ascent, filled with a reverential sense of wonderment that is fueled by the previous states and resonance that were earlier mentioned. To say it feels good would be an understatement. Its like an orgasm of consciousness, pure bliss that comes in waves of transcendence and immense leaps of imagination where you land on a step that didn’t exist till you thought of it only to take off like the wind and as you’re flying you discover a jet wired in that means you can appear wherever you think just my minding your will and setting your intent.
As you’ve no doubt spotted this is the same process of refinement that turned the initial thread to hessian then shifted it to cotton before doing what it does to allow the linen to creep in. Now, here we are, approaching the apex in a state that takes the best of everything and its at this moment we zoom out of the subjective and see you, sitting, standing or lying at the place you’ve chosen to express the creativity within and it comes out pouring with the simple, direct strength and elegance as you Witnessed in the process within. The tools of your instrument are flying as they bring forth what was within, the same refinement has gone full circle and what you’re shaping is imbued with the same initial silken awareness that poured in. Except now its gone through the process of reduction and expansion which is unique to yourself and its crystalizes your vision into a way that expresses and impresses best your highest aspect of Self.
That is what happens inside the private realm of the creative. Now, technology is a bish because it handles its business by throwing a finely aimed wrench into this process. It can occur at any point you let it because you are the prime mover and shaker in all of this. What do I mean? Think of it like this:
The pyramid we spoke of is made of glass. Clear and full of strength with its solidity and structured presence. You could, if you so wish, throw the wrench yourself and shatter it before any clear light has poured in. Like a man in an oasis who dies of thirst because he didn’t think he could take a sip of what was abundantly present due to the misuse of his ignorance he dies with the thought of what he was seeking upon his parched lips. Not a very nice type of existence but this type can be considered the addict who strikes out in search of a hit and in the process damages the very vehicle of his salvation. In this process the bish I mentioned who provided the wrench to him is tech. She is beautiful and seductive, cradles his head to her chest and whispers “Give me your awareness” so it is her he looks at first thing and late at night before he rests. In her artificial glow he seeks something that he knows is missing from within and she gladly furnishes more wrenches for him to throw at the structure which replenishes and rebuilds each time it gets hit because its a war for attention and she is a jealous mistress who wants all she can get.
Next is the one who can avoid this temptation and now sits surrounded by sack cloth complaining about how they don’t like that, or this. Generally moaning about the discomfort to which the bish says “I can break you out! Here, take this” and hands him a wrench. He smashes the seeming tool of his imprisonment and is feverent in his reverence to the one who granted him freedom and thus she remains whilst not strictly the centre of his mind, a seeming life line that he turns to when things get thick and she is always ready to provide comfort and distraction.
There a few who resist this and take the roughness of the process and feel the cotton which is quite a pleasurable thing. It feels pretty amazing but they can’t think of how they can let other people experience it. Because they are generally good natured and wish to share their gifts they find a sense of frustration creeping in in the sense of it feels so good its actually irritating that no one else can get the subjective. “I’ve got an idea” she slinks into their awareness “We’ll take a pic. I’ll stand outside and you take this wrench and throw it at the pyramid then as the cotton comes pouring out you make a leap toward the lens and we’ll share it with the people” “Yeah!” they think “I’m digging this” because it seems to tick so many boxes as its bold, dramatic, shows them at their best and lets others indulge in a fraction of what they felt and is sure to uplift. Tinkle tinkle, click click. Till they’re back in again and repeating the process. Just like the previous level of addict they need ever increasing and larger hits just to get what they were chasing and they are both truly ignorant of the nature of the trick for which they keep falling as well as the prevention of the state of emancipation their seeking via their indulging their whims and throwing that wrench.
We now get to the chosen who chose themselves in the land of the linen. They’ve bore the boredom of the sack cloth days, resisted the temptation to fritter the cotton away because once, way back when, they got a glimpse of the linen and they liked it. So they sit, sometimes happily others in quiet desperation hoping for a link to that hallowed realm which they equally covet both for themselves and its sensation and what it allows them to gift to those around them. The pressure builds, they ascend, they can feel it drawing them upwards to the hilt and that is when the bish, who is now transformed into a higher octave of expression appears and hands them a wrench to loosen the bolt at the top of the pyramid that allows the process of refinement to explode out as creative expression that combines the best of everything in a way that is consciously directed and this is the driving force that powers the creative.
What I’ve just rendered into your awareness actually takes place in your head via the interplay of various neurochemicals and tech. Knowledge of this is imperative to all but especially the creative because the wrench smashing the pyramid at the first two stages manifests as compulsive surfing, FOMO in full effect. Running that way and this in search of the next hit that novelty brings. One step above is mainly the Selfie realm or normalized narcissism we know so well where they aren’t actually doing a thing but standing there breathing and sharing images. Granted this brightens up the day of those who like that kind of thing and if you’ve got it then flaunt it but imagine how you’d feel knowing you could be opening the door to true greatness and choosing to bail out instead?
There it is, my friend, a glimpse at the nature of inner alchemy as it relates to dopamine, serotonin, anandamide and the rest as they are but strings you choose to weave into a narrative. The color, design and vividness however is all dependent on how you wield that wrench and relate to yourself. Hopefully this insight of what is generally an unconscious process should assist you in making more optimized decisions but I can break down into something simple that you are welcome to test:
Stay off the net. Treat anything with a screen like that invitation to throw a wrench at the creative pyramid within because its designed to siphon off whatever it can get from those who fail the test of distraction and avoidance due to their weakness of intent. Doing a press up for someone who has never trained can feel like an immense strain whereas for one relatively fit they can bang out quite a few before feeling tired but its only one who regularly maintains that has the strength of character and will that can resist the dampening signals in order to achieve a state of transcendence which is reflected outwardly by the shape they’re in.
Internal strength is no different. The 81% who are enSlaved at the base believe in weakness and thus won’t even allow the process to begin as they mill around seeking distraction from what they won’t look for within. The other 11% who primarily keep them transfixed via their entertaining spectacles often don’t realize how close they come yet miss as they keep jumping then falling only to climb again in a cycle of repetition that lasts as long as they have something to give. The downside when the market shifts and they can no longer sell what people aren’t buying as they’ve moved onto the newer model is the feelings of rejection and worthlessness that can be pretty immense. After all the only reason they did it all was for others to look at them even though it stems from a misguided intent to share their magnificence in a way ultimately destructive.
Now approaching the apex we’re in the realm of the creative. That hallowed 8% in a rarefied atmosphere that most cannot even intuit, let alone live. To whom much is given even more is expected because you can give a gourmet and basic chef the same ingredients but what the former whips up is far in excess of what the latter is capable as they don’t possess the same imagination and imperience. Get the pic? Now these people are playing the long Game in the sense that they went from sack cloth to linen with the intent of sharing silk with the population but there are also dangers within. They can, if they so wish fill up to linen then drop down to the cotton, ask for the wrench and smash an outpouring of unusual refinement that is never to be seen again. This is the one hit wonder, the artist that makes a spectacular debut then goes on to release consistent mid and coasts by on previous glories with everyone hoping they recapture their essence. Usually never happens, know why? The period of incubation for most of these artists is around two decades away from fame. Meaning there is a lot of time for pressure to build and the refinement to hone their skills during the inner alchemical process so that when they get their chance they burst onto the scene and give vent to everything that was within in a way thats dazzling and makes people hold their breath as they know they’re witnessing something special in the flesh.
What happens next? Well obviously the glass pyramid rebuilds and they sit, languishing in the sack cloth, hating its itch as they remember the linen. Not only that but engaging in the trade of silk to the 81 and 11% is extremely profitable as they all, on some level, realize this is what is missing within and they fiend for it with their pipes out, wanting more action. There are now two sets of pressures and quite a few wrenches that are screaming for the creatives attention and no period for the pressure to build. Hopefully this explains not only why a lot of your faves careers when they did, with a fall off thats immense or the usual tale of unrealized potential but also how to avoid it.
There are a few however, the chosen ones who choose themselves who handle the ascent and stride to the apex with their muse waiting in the wings to flick the wrench upon the bolt that allows a beautifully controlled vent of their potent within that makes the world sit up and take notice but its what they do next thats different. They turned to their potential tormentor who they have now made a friend and said “Can we make this glass pyramid bigger? Do you think thats possible?” “I don’t see why not” she says “After all, its all in your head” “Great. How about the pressure, can we turn that up as well?” “Well, that will have implications when it comes to the living realm because, as you know the outside reflects the in and this is the difference between going to the gym to get fit vs being thrown in the coliseum and fighting for survival”. “I’m with it, lets do it” he says.
This is the Warriors mindset because he comprehends the nature of correspondence and resonance. Its why there are a tiny, tiny percentage of artists whose work ethic and quality continues climbing and they become timeless legends due the legacy they left after transcending the Game of Souls and sharing the very best of their creative imperative in its best form of expression, suited perfectly to the moment. Even if during their life they were caught in the whirlwind of the chaos of existence, due as it always is to this process within, they span the purest creative silk that fills those who sit in its presence with a sense of reverence long after they exited stage left:
Five fingers on a hand with a palm that connects. Perched on the end we find the nails of ignorance. Each one either gets on well with the one next, detests or is totally indifferent. This repeats for the fist. They know not their Self but only what the heights said:
“We are the tallest, like it or lump it, we’re in ascent and you can’t do a thing about it”.
The fore replied, indignant, and stated:
“Listen here you overgrown ignoramus, we run this bish and push that smart tech which is why we’re first on the list whenever its time to get picked”. The smallest was super quick and said:
“You’re so dim that you don’t even click that they named you in ignorance of me as thats the cypher to be cracked to separate the fools from the wise which is why I stay, naturally, lifted as they imbibe the waters of wisdom, comprehend?”. The third chimes in:
“Well, they must think I’m something special because when I come around it rings and shines in brilliance so I’ll let the rocks that glisten speak for themselves as I don’t have to talk – I live”. The thumb was chilling, giving not an F as he knew the true king was the opposing digit that made all the difference which is why his face, alone, was known all across the globe as the best way of living. And yet, in his wisdom, we saw something the rest never suspected, due to his vantage:
“I like you all and can say that I, personally, am nothing special but if we can put aside the bickering for a minute I’ve spotted something that interests and wonder if you can tell what kicks?”. They listened as they all thought he was cool as a fan as he could scratch their backs in a way they, themselves, could never itch. Even if they rarely saw him. The forefinger spoke first and said:
“What is it, kind sir? I’m listening” to which the smallest did quip “So were we all… Until you started droning”. The ring trilled and the mid just grinned. Not wishing to make a scene and prove him correct he let it slip as the thumb said:
“I don’t know” said the thumb. Thats why I thought we all might chip in and see what happens if we try a little bit a of reverse engineering as it sure would be bickering and maybe, just maybe, the individual differences provide a hint that each is actually capable of decoding a different aspect of the resonance and thus the sum total of the parts may be way more than we ever, singularly, could imagine as the bit you identify with constantly shifts and regenerates and yet your own Self concept remains identical. Haven’t you ever pondered this? Like whist we’re all arguing there is something very subtle and universal that pulses like a harmonic current which extends its own – whatever it is – that makes us think we’re the nails on the end, right at the edge. What if we’re so beautiful and powerful that the true test of skill can only be seen in a fist or how we, singular, pairs, triplicate and quadrate as well gel as, I don’t know about you, but I feel an amazing little tingle of connection when I rub your backs on request and I was wondering what would kick if we were to try and imperiment and hold it to see how the voltage does shift?”.
Needless to say, they were all with it and that, my friend, is the occult information hidden in your hands aka the art and science of mudras that were discovered, back when, and now, this moment are thrown by gang members instead. Isn’t that a fascinating trip? How what was meant to generate higher states of coherence and resonance was then flipped into harbingers of death and the prime cause of conflict by those who bang the set? I find that interesting. Here are some for you to attempt. Hold them for a bit with a state of relaxation and minimal tension. Actually, before we begin, I’d like you to try something that is pretty amazing and detailed further in this article:
Extend your non dominant palm so it faces the floor at the side of your leg ie parallel to the carpet. Now, take the other hand – that you usually write with – and touch the first and second digits with the thumb pressing both fingertips and draw a small circle on the floor. Tell me what happens. Fascinating, isn’t it? Now try the opposite. What is the meaning of all this? Next try rubbing your palms together, vigorous, until the heat starts to build then draw them apart about four or so inches them bring them together without touching and keep repeating this. Once again, what is this? By my guess its what they said, back when, was the Ether, Prana, Orgone or Chi. I call it innerG and its pretty fascinating as it can do some amazing things as these two blips doth attest. I’ll get you rolling with some examples you can check and then report back in with your findings:
I’ve said, previously, that most Souls drive their machine like its an automatic shift except they were trained to move into first gear then scream it to hell till death. Not many stopped to think:
Lets pretend you’re a regular pleb and you met a Trickster type of dude who showed you how to do this but, in exchange for the skill, he made you promise up your entire lineage to him, like Rumplestiltskin. Have you ever actually decoded that spell? The first bit a wrinkle in need of ironing (like a facelift) or problem needing fixing by digging a hole in the desert. Stilts like ladders are used to reach beyond ones standard and there we have the skin you’re wearing. Put it together and we have the man who now leaps across flat buildings and bops from one place to the next with no need of transportation. To him the dude who hit him off with the connect would be god, yes? “I mean, who else can unleash such wonder and reverence?” he says. To the death he would defend him and he ensures his bloodline is all in so they too get to save money on public transportation. Not that they have any option as he pledged their Souls before they even stepped into the realm. But, thats another topic:
This is why schizos flip and you hear people say they’re “going to pieces” as well as the tripper who attests they felt what they accepted as a (false) self dying a death as they came to a greater state of resonance and coherence which made their old version seem like a Flatland delusion called being human. This is why neutral is the fastest speed as it reaches beyond the galaxy, dimensions and any other realm you can imagine in an instant. Don’t believe? Prove me incorrect:
There is so much more to this Game that you have been led to be believe and I mean that in terms of both homonyms as we are on the lowest stage ergo the above only applies if you’re willing to think like an alchemist and shift base to higher resonance. In the Valley of the Plebs this is seen as nonsense as they believe the script that was programmed into their heads as the way it is and have never stopped to introspect or even question how the heck they can be the voice in their head if they are that which listens? That is how simple it truly is, my friend. Taking it back to Flatland, if someone popped off the page and onto the desk where the paper sat he’d be faced with a brand new dimension that already existed but, to his old frame of reference, was way beyond his comprehension. Whilst it may not be turtles all the way down you can say peacocks on the rise is most accurate as Earth to the realm above this is the same level of dumbing down you’d see if you were, right now, rendered paper thin. But, on the flip, if you were born into that world it would be as invisible as water to a fish. Welcome to the paradox of man in which many forget the brain is a device of reality creation that is designed to make an illusion seem solid as there is truly nothing “out there” beyond what you project from within and then interact with which can seem totally mind bending until it clicks that the singular schizophrenic is simply divergent from the collective hallucination everyone accepts as fact without reality testing. Ponder this:
A man hallucinates he has a dog. His distortion field is so strong that everyone around buys in and accepts it as fact as its so standard and nondescript. Lets say someone takes a pic and, to their surprise, his furry friend is missing. These days they may write that off as a curious AI glitch in their phones editing software until the next time they see him around and ask where his pet is. He looks as you like you’ve lost your mind and points at the space in front of him. You, however, don’t perceive a thing as that slice of gnosis has altered your internal OS. You stop a stranger, passing by, and he says its right there and describes exactly what you recollect and even reaches down to interact with it. You take in the view and it all seems totally accurate as you can almost imagine what he’s seeing but, to you, it doesn’t exist.
What would you do in this situation because whilst it may sound ridiculous its worth bearing in mind that everyone on the planet – except the so called “mad man” – falls for optical illusions. See what I’m saying? If the nutter and the well adjusted pleb were both, in one instance, to come to neutral both would become instantly enlightened as they were no longer red or blue shifted and thus Centered in Self which is the way of the Warrior who walks the Path of Power as he comprehends that not only is the only Soul in this realm that interacts with figments of his imagination but that others are also on their own personal trip that sells the concept of “being human” like its the only Game in town. A very simple way of proving this is by the fact that when you sleep and dream the scenes seem plausible and realistic until you online a higher aspect of consciousness that makes you shake your head at the sheer ridiculousness of what kicked. I, personally, hypothesize (based on observation and participation with many so called schizophrenics) what we see with them is akin to the lines between these visions and reality becoming blurred due to hemispheric imbalance, systemic inflammation and a few other blips that would make your mind melt. The reason for this is they, on some level, reject the programming and thus the seemingly solidity of the illusion of reality starts deconstructing. The true cause of this, I suspect, is they were Shamans or medicine men in a previous spin and the old habits of perceptual shifting and extending resonance are still etched in their consciousness. The alchemist shifts speeds of consciousness by using the gear box of his heart to over rule his mind which wishes to sit in its habitual brainwaves and this, to the common man, is known as a Flow State but even that is only the fringe of peak performance as demonstrated by the testament of the Sages of yore who were, without tech, able to describe the orbits and composition of far off planets or the movement of subtle energetics around the human body.
If we still had this skill who would’ve invented tech ergo the Game is made this way but that doesn’t mean a custom OS isn’t an option as it most certainly is. I mean, how many people do you truly know that like themselves? How many who unconditionally accept the same thing, exactly as it is? Thats the first step to becoming Centered and from this the rest doth shift as you click everything exists inside your consciousness and that, itself, is not of this realm but simply visiting after winning a ticket to play the Game of Souls on its hardest level, at present. If you look into the tale of John Nash you’ll find not only a mathematical genius but one who thought Einstein was a fraudulent idiot with a good PR team (Tesla agreed) and there were aspects beyond the fringe of everyday consciousness that were broadcasting signals to his mind and when he decided to check this they said he’d flipped his lid and medicated him against his will. In many ways I can say he was totally correct but he approached from the opposite perspective as he was firmly jammed in second gear whilst the terrain had shifted. Actually, lets extend the meta:
The first speed that everyone accepts is akin to walking along the road. One clutch dip and you’re suddenly running ergo powering past everyone with way less effort and stress as it feels totally natural. Do the same again and something interesting happens as you are suddenly flying and thus free from gravities surly grip and, stranger still, your actions are moving at the speed of intent. This is where, I suspect, his rocket faltered as it seems he was born in second gear anyway and there was no wealth of information via the net for him to access nor were said topics more popular on the fringe, back when. When you shift again you are no longer interfacing with the Earth at all but flying through the planets in a spaceship as you zip around the solar systems and take in the glories, distant, but actually way closer than most think. This is why the Vedic Sages said Jupiter was a jolly fat fellow with golden tints that was exceedingly generous whilst Saturn they labelled as old, dark skinned and walking with a limp as both describe not only their chemical make up and composition but orbit as well down the fact that the gas giants expel more energy than they receive from the Sun. We didn’t find this out as a race until thousand of years hence ergo this is no mere navel gazing BS but something anyone can cross reference. Same with the Dogon who knew all about Sirius A and B as well as their orbits. All over the planet from the Native American Spirit Land to Aborigine Dreamtime we see exactly the same things being mentioned, time and again and each one attests:
Some would get themselves there via ecstatic dance that whipped their body into a frenzy to propel the mind to higher states of resonance. The Sufis would whirl and twirl until they created a localized antigravity field that bought them better in tune with the unfinite whilst the South American culture were known to retire to caves for extended periods of either sonorous drumming or total darkness and silence as both caused crystalline visions to explode into their consciousness. This is, I suspect, exactly what peeps into the mind of schizos but its akin to being given advanced holophone tech and flashing the firmware of a Nokia brick as their wetware isn’t equipped to handle the strength of the spec and its innate processing. Many don’t care. They took the programming so well that the alternative seems outsane. Have you ever considered that term, my friend? If “sane” is a place then those “in” it are obviously correct, yes? I could write a thesis on the spells of the Devilish language but ask you to imagine this:
You rise from bed tomorrow feeling amazing. You can’t quite tell what the reason for the shift is but you feel spry, confident and energetic. Unbeknownst to you you have shifted into a parallel reality in which everything is quite identical to that which left. With one difference:
People use the phrase “Strength” to describe where you were once weak. No more “weak daze” but, instead, you are strengthened. This is why you feel so awesome, so correct, so resonant and present. Its a gift, my friend, unwrap it and then consider awakening the Warrior within, recoding your internal OS and comprehending why neutral is the fastest speed as it is thee, eternally, for you’re an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing made flesh who is simply awaiting for you to realize this.
Can you imagine, for a moment, you are a scuba diver surrounded by fish in the depths of the ocean? The suit fits you like a second skin, the apparatus keeps your lungs all filled and the medium in which you float in quickly becomes invisible as you adapt to the climate.
Now, take all of the above and switch the suit for flesh, water for air and lets make the fish invisible. In this metaphor they become what, back when, was called an entity or demon. I prefer the term Neg as that is their resonance as they work on the subtle level to exert an influence that has most of the realm in its grip. Sound farfetched? Spin your Rolodex for all of the “I don’t know what came over him?” and “She’s a totally different person when…” events and see if you get a straight line in Tetris moment. Of course we, of flat screens and USBs, are too advanced to accept such primitive myth and superstish as facts but this, after all, a thought imperiment in which we attempt to get to grips with things just beyond the EM spectrum. To add some sprinkles:
What do you think your cat is tracking as it stops preening for a second and watches something invisible walk through your room and through the other wall? Ever had a dog that barks at something you can’t see, incessantly, then stops, randomly? What of the feeling of being alone, at home, and then looking at something, quite certain, you’re being watched? Add in the sense of a chill – like walking through a spiders web – then you reach up and find… Absolutely nothing. Cross reference this with a childs “invisible friends” and you would not be too far from my perspect. A lot of depression is the presence of these Negs and pretty much all of psychosis is thanks to their resonance which links in with the ways of the magickian who delves into the depths of his own awareness and comes face to faceless with these demons of the mind as he attempts to master them on the path to enlightenment. Or endarkenment, depending upon his preferences…
Look into Jack Parsons, of JPL fame, and his links with the self proclaimed wickedest man in this realm along with he who would bring Scientology into being and you’ll spot some curious resonance as all, in their own way, approached the same thing. Call them illusions, delusions or what you will. The fact is, they exist. You know those daze (not a spelling mistake) when you don’t feel like you but something else? Yep. What about the effects of hallucinogens which could be termed as a way to build a bridge to where these folks usually chill? One of the most interesting things about the works of a doc in this field was how he found, under rigorous tests, people were talking to things they described as sentient discarnate and all of their descriptions were the same. To bring it to this plane, lets imagine a man hallucinates a pet but, by some type of glitch, everyone in his environment sees it as well. How could you tell? After all, what we class as solid is simply external signals, encoded then stitched, into a narrative we expect then interact with. What if you were, somehow, immune to all of this and wondered exactly what people were seeing? Lets say you question them and they class you an idiot until you take a pic and show them… Absolutely nothing.
“The same place that gave me gifts of mathematical skill are the same that sent the rest so of course I’d look in as they’d been right about everything else”. This is why he got sectioned. Many musical artists attest the same thing then we have the curious myth of the Devil and his deals that bring preternatural skill to those who, previously, couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. Sprinkle the ashes of Club Twenty Seven upon this and see what you get. To me a far more interesting pic of reality kicks in that may be, I suspect, what lead the author of the Necronomicon to pen:
They would be beside themselves at the gift and would do exactly as he said to prepare the womb and home to ensure the correct passage for this nascent awareness before he took over and shared his skills, the wisdom of imperience, and hoisted the child above his shoulders to see what he said. In that respect it was a fair exchange as babies are drenched in Inner Sense so he’d question about the world he just left to which his links were still natural and, together, they’d build his resonance. One of the most amazing legends I’d read was of one who had spent his time developing engaged in nothing but intense mental communication as an adept. Meaning, he could speak but the elder would only reply via thoughts sent from chest. As time progressed he developed the skill we know as clairvoyance but it had an amazing side effect as he could speak to animals. You can test this, at present. If you come across a dog that is yapping and ferocious then instead of reacting with fear (which they can smell) instead bring your mind into your chest and beam pure affection at it. Watch what happens. It can really shift your paradigm. Same with cats but they detect it super quick except the method is more involved as they process energetics different. This is why, I suspect, your canine friend can detect when your shift has ended and you’re busy Yabbadabbadoing after a day running the treadmill. I do believe Sheldrake looked into this and produced results that were scientifically significant but he was laughed out of the building and called a simpleton by people who refused to check, reality test or even think about what he said as it threatened their paradigm. Or, could it be due to the Negs that know this train of thought will derail their grip upon human consciousness?
China is filled with stories and myths just like this hence the “Hungry Ghost” effect. Japan has similar but on a whole nother level as their interlopers were probing into mans depths in the literal sense which bears a striking resemblance with the aliens that would manifest, later, out West. India too accepts these things as quite common and thus not worth commenting as their culture was built, primarily, on interfacing with the invisible although the traditions have been diluted quite well since the EIC stepped in and rewrote a lot of texts and, on others, completely flipped the script. What is telling, however, is the origin of the real life inspiration behind a famously fictional secret agent and that black mirror of his that he used to talk to “angels”. Another curio is how the ones mentioned back when as the fallen who taught men weapons and the ladies got schooled in the art of makeup and booty shaking. Kind of strange, eh? You could debunk all of this as a whole load of hokum but the sense of being stared at is something so universal as is turning, unerring, to look in that direction. Matter of fact I used to train this particular skill, back when, to keep my Self from boredom. Did you?
Lace in a bit about dreams, precognitive, “mothers intuition” and that strange sensation of thinking about someone before the phone rings – especially if you haven’t heard from them in ages – and its not hard to argue that we’re obviously zoomed in to a small bit of the bigger pic which makes perfect sense as we are currently within a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness that is modeled on a fractal. Thats why you see such resonance between ear shells and the fetus as well as carrots, sliced, looking like eyes and all of the rest as there is but one fundamental force – Psylense – which was called the Ether, back when. Science, again, discounts this but it can proven real quick by bunching your fingers and thumb on the hand you write with, pointing it at the floor with your other palm parallel and making small circles. Don’t ask me what happens. Do the Knowledge, my friend. A good explanation, which fits the current model, for women clicking when their kids are up to mischief is because they found traces of Y chromosomes inside regions of their brains. If it had had been from their fathers then girls would’ve been born male ergo it had to come from some place else. Thing is the immune system is totally hostile to these types of things until we look into the placentas link when it comes to exchange and resonance then it makes a whole load of sense as well as explaining, real well, generational trauma imprints, personal blips in behavior which come from older aspects, back when, and a whole host of interesting things which are currently labelled fringe.
I want you to imagine a shelf. It is lined with records. Some are old, others current and many that you haven’t heard yet. There are quite a few of them. Can you pick one out, at random? Whats on the cover? What does it say? Does it speak volumes? Skim the tracklist, see if anything jumps out and sings without you even playing the disc.
I know. Mind blowing, isn’t it? Look closer at the name of the artist for a hint that it is you, eternal…
In this thought imperiment you have just Witnessed something I glimpsed on pure intuition in a higher state of consciousness. The download, as usual, was instantaneous but the integration of what it meant took a bit and then to be able to convey the awareness to the next mind in a way they’d comprehend came as I pushed the pen.
We all have one of these shelves in what could be termed a hall of records. I know, it sound super new age and all that type of mess and I, personally, would give it zero credit had I not felt it my Self. That is what makes the difference. Well, that and a point I don’t think anyone else has ever shared and what flipped my lid when I comprehended the depth of the message as it was so intricate as it repped a fractal of consciousness within which there was endless depth:
Your life, right now, is built of various cut and pasted bits from previous editions or versions of your Self. Samples, if you will:
Really let that sink in. Not just the words and text but feelings and images. You may wish to close your eyes for a moment and drift into a state of relaxation in order to see what kicks in the depths of your subconscious which may just take to to such a place or offer some real live hints that may be worth checking. Or you could continue on with no Fs given. Entirely your prerogative, my friend. In that respect your peeps and relations along with situations can be seen as riffs and things that were lifted from other incarnations and, in this, stitched to form the life you currently live. Mind blowing, isn’t it? Don’t mistake the premise for simple repetition though, my friend. Oh no. See, just like bones and skin there are countless options that may seem different but, on closer inspection, one spots the common thread:
You are the writer, singer and performer of each one of these records on the shelf and they all detail your adventures in the flesh in this realm. Contrary to what most past life regressions say not everyone was someone super rich and famous with mass influence as most live and died in lives that were spectacularly average and not worthy of mass attention. But, to them, they were special. They held on with a tight grip. Some fell overboard whilst others were cast out of the ship. A few clambered back in and told of their visions from beyond the realm but I suspect there isn’t anyone living on the planet at this moment that can kick lyrics like this so lets get back to it, yes?
You already have an OS etched inside your head. Its as invisible as water to a fish and thus whatever I’ve said will, at best, peel a few layers off the surface to one who doesn’t put the work in and do the Knowledge for themselves as you need to get back to a bare metal shell to comprehend the Game itself otherwise it all makes very little sense, in the end. Or, maybe I’m wrong for doing this whilst living and am breaking the immersion because its all on the table after death. I doubt it. That I really do. Maybe, once upon a when, that was the case with incarnation but this realm has been intensely corrupted and I’m obviously a man on a mission to undo their programming as I’ve lived through some crazy things that immensely upped my resonance and made me recollect what I’d been made to forget. The eternal collection of your greatest hits is one of those things.
Lets pretend we live in a world where children aren’t bludgeoned with the old way of doing things as stale Thunk is poured into fresh heads by parents who want to create clones of them. No, instead they’re taught to plumb the depths as they paint, dance and sing from within in classes they Self direct and do whatever they wish with the grown folks around for guidance and to learn a lesson from them who are new in the flesh. Imagine, at some point, we start asking them about the old lives they lived and other recollections of their different parents and such things. After a while they too would draw the conclusion of the eternal record collection and it would be as Self evident as it is to us the moon isn’t made of cheese. What it is, however, is a statistical anomaly that by all weights, measures and odd things really should not exist as its impossibly big, perfectly sized to generate an eclipse and has quite a strange spin that shows two faces, in alternation, but keeps a third well hidden. I wonder what that could mean? What if that was the key and we can’t see what is present, directly? Wouldn’t that be something or do I sound like a lunatic? Did you know that people like nurses, door staff and those in law enforcement attest that full moons tend to create beasts of men as they unleash the strangeness? Same with Halloween. What could it all mean? Oh, if only we weren’t content in ignorance and didn’t ignore the records of those civilizations that lived, previously and recollect scenes when said luminary didn’t exist…
Of course we, of high tech and such things, write them off as delusional ramblings of a bunch of primitives who thought that thunder and lightning was some deity in a cloud yelling at them to keep all the noise down before they’d get a whupping. And yet there are also petroglyphs, myths and hints that speak of a war in heaven after which the sky fell and things were never the same again. The odd thing is, when taking this into consideration, it explains quite well why modern man is such a mess as I know, first hand, that traumatic repression is as invisible as water to a fish when the event is intense and its only when it clicks that bit thats missing from the record is what makes you act like this with wanton Self destruction and all kinds of coping mechs that you breathe a sigh of relief thats intense.
Looking at my own life and characters I spot remarkable links between this time in the flesh and previous spins as there are times where certain areas were excess whilst others were next to nil. Ones of ignorance and bliss plus eras of wisdom and suffering as one comprehends the shadows depth then wonders how the hell they got into this mess and how you can help the rest to ascend because something is obviously very wrong with this realm. And then there is now. Those who once knew me as friends instead conspired to leave me dead, it seems, and yet all they did was spark old recollections of obtuse trainings from these lives I’ve lived and that truly is quite a gift hence why I’ve said everyone should get acquainted with the present as this vertical axis spins only from the eternal moment and its constant in each life. As is the state I’ve termed the Witness.
I remember, real well, a conversation in Kemet on such things in which the topic of numbers was examined. We three would, often, pick a topic in which one argued one perspective, the other would find an opposite and the third would seek synthesis. What do you expect when there were no TV sets to be entertrained with? I was of the opinion that only one and zero truly exist. The rest are multiplications of this tenet and thus have no true agency themselves whereas this binary opposition where something is present or absent reflects a deeper aspect of life itself. Ironic, isn’t it, that I now use tech built on the same thing to get this message into your head. Maybe I was onto something. The other said:
“Nay, for that is too black and white. Simplistic. You miss the grey, the nuance, the subtle aspects” before waxing lyrical with his own perspective that was intensely detailed. Another of we three chimed in and said:
“What if you’re both wrong and correct?” and went on to outline the nature of fractions and decimals and how there is nothing but point nine, recurring, into the distance and, when flipped, one can be halved and halved again but never approach nothing as it recedes from his grip like the divine does from them minds of men who opine they’re wise via training but a child lives, without thinking, and thus manifests the truest gift we’re given.
This one conversation, rendered as a page in a text, came thundering to my awareness, back when, and I quickly drew the links with various other talks in this life I live and that got me pondering about the nature of many things and how its all interlinked as there are things I Know that are simply impossible to click as well as various things like the first time I saw a fractal something, deep down within, made me stop and pay attention as I Knew it was important. Same with a Yin/Yang pin on a hippies bag, back when, as it yelled “This simple glyph encodes the secrets of this realm” even though the one who was sporting it was nigh on ignorant of the true meaning as he just liked the vibe it presents. What if we were friends, back when, and in this life he bought me this message as a recollection as the record on his shelf contained his rendition of our text and that bit that was cut and pasted in to create the Journey in the flesh requiring this link so I could type this text and share it with the rest who will now have a framework to build within as me map the hitherto unexamined inner realms that are conspicuously absent from both the official narrative and sanctioned texts as well for none know how to access but this info was quite common, back when, hence the work of the Shaman and various women of medicine as old cultures all accepted that the fairer sex is, by nature of her gift, more connected to higher realms whereas a man must develop these talents as he is more tuned into the land which, again, is ironic because nature is a mother, yes?
A really simple way of looking into this is if you’ve ever heard the same sample, patch, synth or drum loop in another record. You may note the way the snare hits reminds you of this or it could be a melody they interpolated or a great number of things. The amusingly titled Amen Break is the king of this as its been used to fuel countless hits and thus it behooves one to spin their own Rolodex to see what kicks. Granted, not many listen with an ear that connects to their chest as they’re too busy bobbing their heads instead but those who Know the Ledge will comprehend this gift I’ve just beamed into their awareness as it makes so much about everything make way more sense and this is why I said, back when, that you’ve never met a stranger and, furthermore, you are the only Soul in this realm. For you the replaying of a bit of an old hit may hold intense significance but, for the other, it could be something they overheard on the radio when they were busy doing something else. And yet, they are based on the same energetics hence it is our own resonance which counts for everything and builds the world we live in and that, my friend, is why one must be totally disconnected to jet at the end of this trip and reconnect with the Prime as this place is a closed circuit into which we step and animate lives with the gift of our presence that are little more to waking dreams the diamond tip of your consciousness causes to sing as you dip into the valleys and grooves of the vinyl, etched, and bring to life the performance of a lifetime. Then do it again. And again. And again until, one day, you’re humming along to something and that vibration opens a recollection as images and sensations float in with their invitation to come and peruse the record shelf and what comes next may just make your head spin as the implications of this revelation means life never appears the same again as you simply cannot unawaken once gnosis kicks in… Can you hear the Psylense?
Like I said, there are levels to this and what I’ve shared in this glimpse is quite literally akin to a sketch on a napkin over a meal with friends as the vibes are flowing in nourishment but the real thing can only be seen within by those who too felt the inkling in their chest that what I’ve said may be correct as they too suspect similar things as it would explain, real well, their times and relationships plus various other blips like why you feel drawn to visit certain places for no apparent reason and how some cultures and things feel like a better fit than the one you were raised in. Well, now you have it, my friend. It also explains the instant spark of attraction or repulsion as well as the mind can be programmed to accept whatever the Game said but the Soul recollects as it directly connects to the shelf that houses your records. In previous times they were more than aware of this as suggested in the tale of the Shaman who selected marriage partners and such things as they ran the spiritual ecosystem of their village when man fell, as a collective, from the previous stage of being able to do it themselves. Then the Game dipped again and we gained external things like religion, politics and all types of symbols and images to which people do give their power in the hope of gaining salvation or a solution which can only ever come from within because, without you, none of this exists.
Recollect that lifes natural friction is what shapes your individuation and your antagonist is simply helping you become the ultimate protagonist in this incarnation by using elements from your own record shelf aka your past, present and future lives, intermingled or better known as the song of your Soul which is constantly unfolding as you choose your own adventure in the flesh by doing the Knowledge to gain gnosis from finer realms as there are no accidents, only opportunities, my friend. There is so much depth to this topic that I could go on for ages as the fractal unfolded such intense gnosis that it felt like my previous hits from mainlining the secret truth of the universe simply paled in comparison to this new octave of bliss but life truly is a musical performance and that makes perfect sense as we are born to dance and sing which, in this stage, is downgraded quick to walking and talking instead thanks to your local camp of concentration with its “Sit still, look ahead” programming which most accepted, without question, as they were trained to run the treadmill and listen to the (false) self in their head from now till the end without ever stopping to reflect how they can be it when they are obviously that which listens?
Transcend the small s and embrace your higher Self instead. Such is the key to a life worth living as its all about alignment as you are not only the writer but singer and star of the song of your Soul and me? I’m simply a figment of your imagination that is siting in the audience of your current performance holding up a banner to get your attention as I spotted you, out there, whilst I was on my own stage and felt a glimmer of recollection so dropped in to share this message. Let go, gain everything. You are way more powerful than you think and the truth of the matter is that without you, my friend, none of this exists. If that isn’t a mindblowing concept I don’t know what is. Peruse your record shelf, look at your life from this lens and tell me if it hits different as, for me, so much about plenty made way more sense as it truly is attachment that keeps us coming back in for just another spin but we could, if we wished, ascend, as this fake reality and all of its illusions simply has nothing on what it means to comprehend you’re a god in the flesh playing the Game of Souls on its most difficult level hence there are no opponents, only teachers instead and that, alone, can shift your resonance as you may have spent ages banging your head against the door of a relationship which is simply a cut and paste of an old record and now can choose to shift as you discover the door to a better resonance was always present and an option. Just one of the challenges you set to overcome and transcend by turning old anvils into fresh feathers instead as you liberate the true potential they rep as its all energy, in the end. Practical metaphysics is my thing and I’ve just given you the sketch. Now its up to you to animate it in a way that begets true freedom by applying it. Think different. I can only show you the way of the Path of Power. Its up to you to walk it…
“Look at the world, the splendor, the magnificence. Man didn’t make this. God did” said the true believer. My friend, the scientist, rolled his eyes and reeled off a list of statistical significance of how life is meaningless, inevitable and has no need for a blind watchmaker to get things ticking so humans can kick it, old school, on this planet as they wear flesh. The other responded with Bible quotations and I sat, listening, then said:
“Ignorant beration inside an intelligent creation”.
“That isn’t a word. You can’t just keep on making them up like this. Even though, linguistically and contextually, its correct. Stop creating your own lex, dammit! Its not real to me but does have a certain logic” yelped the scientist. The religious chap, on the flip, heard none of this and solely picked out “intelligent creation” and amplified its resonance. See what I mean about reality tunnels, my friend, and how ten men can meet one and draw that many impressions of him? What more do you need to get the hint that it all takes place inside your consciousness? Anyway, he said:
“Yes, Hoyle once commented that the odds of life being as it is is akin to the parts for a jumbo jet sitting, disassembled, in a junk yard and then finding the plane, ready, after a whirlwind ripped in. Its not just impossible, its improbable and illogical yet he”, gesturing, “refuses to apply his intellect to what it says in the holy text and yet doesn’t comprehend he simply bows at another alter instead that would replace the divine with man instead. For it is said…”.
“Ah, miss me with that mess, Reverend. Haven’t you got anything new in your head? Something fresh and original? The world has changed a lot since then, where is the revised edition? Science tests. It doesn’t believe in anything it can’t prove or disprove hence, in many respects, its a logical next step from your primitive superstition that, in turn, was a hold over from the days when people were scared by thunder and lighting and lost their minds when an eclipse kicked so a small group got to pimping the masses by using their old school sciences to control the rest and religion is what you get. Bunch of sheep waiting to get fleeced” he said, with derision.
“That would make you a goat then, yes? said the believer, smirking. “Plenty of your own have saw the light, you are still wandering in the darkness. Repent! Better yet, tell me how something as complex as blood clotting evolved? Its an essential thing but with such a dazzling array of balances needed to ensure it works correct. See, I’m not ignorant. I keep up with the dataset and spot what the rest miss as well. Just ask our friend”.
“The man is obviously religious. He may not be a Christian in letter but most certainly in spirit. His revelation of Jesus being an encoded metaphor for consciousness shows how truly advanced the good book is as his argument is quite correct” he replied, with a grin of satisfaction that he was using the tools of his opponent to prove his view was the best.
“Yeah, that was pretty slick, I’ll admit, but this is the same dude who said that Coke and Pepsi are secretly owned by the same team and its a way to ensure the number one will never be beat by creating a false choice of blue and red“. “Like politics” I interjected. “And, don’t forget, they, legally, fly in metric tonnes of coca leaf from which they remove the sniff to make the “Real Thing” which is why it can’t be cloned or duplicated as no one else has the license to do this. Don’t you think thats a bit suspicious? All that pure yayo, floating?”.
“No different from Catholic or Protestant? Muslim or infidel? Religious or scientist?”. I’d did it. Both of them were offended now! See, nobody truly likes their reality tunnel questioned as its a point, sensitive. At that minute a schizo walked in.
“Can I have a word? In private?”. I obliged him and listened as he said:
“George Bush is mad at me. I know it sounds crazy but he literally said my name on the TV screen and referenced what I was eating. It made me freak out, totally, so I came to see. What the hell is going on?“.
I asked what else was in his head, at present, how his levels of stress were, what the meal was (noodles laced with MSG and artificial flavorings) and a whole bunch of questions before floating the perspect:
“People look to presidents to set the precedent and thus just as a god is to the religious they are akin to parents of the places they rep. Yours was always distant and died quick, yes? If I remember he hated politics, said that Maggie was a witch in fancy dress who had balls bigger than his and that the government were out to suppress him and stop him inventing, what was it again?”.
“A water powered engine. He was certain it was possible and spent most of his life tinkering in the shed. He was pretty smart, my old man, as he whipped up so many amazing toys to play with that were also educational, plus he could fix anything. What does that have to do with Bush, though? I don’t get it?”.
The convo went on for a bit as I outlined the links between his thought processes, relationship to time, the art of projection as well as what he was eating causing neuro stimulation then advised him to consume his food listening to music, classical, instead for a bit to see what happens. He nodded, thankful, and waved bye to the scientist.
“His old man really was something” said the older gent. “They say there is a fine line between madness and genius and did he half walk it. He was convinced there was a way to create a water based engine. Heck, back in school, he took two pencils, salt water and crocodile clips with some current to prove the principle via electrolysis. Damn shame what happened to him but no wonder his kid is mental as he got so paranoid as time ticked. He was totally convinced that all he needed was the right catalyst and the two would split in a way, most efficient. I don’t know, it was way beyond my ken but that man there was a true, blue scientist”. The religious kid said:
“Plants do it, naturally, during photosynthesis so he may have been correct. Just another one of Gods miracles for those with the eyes to see! Don’t you think its amazing how trees breathe out what we need and we accept it, gratefully, as they thrive on what we expel? Its quite poetic and beautiful”. Partially ignoring him the scientist said:
“Come to think about it, he did mention this as he, once upon a when, had a whole load of strobes flashing in an experiment I recollect and was always saying how the Sun is the most abundant source of electric and that that is what we actually breathe then got into the whole luminous Ether thing toward the end when it all got a bit foil tin for my liking. Still, it does make you think that if one could reverse engineer the plants mechanism then what is to stop you from making the fabled engine? Nothing. And yet, nobody did”.
“God did” opined the other, with the intent to rib. “What I mean is, the book of nature contains the true blueprint and science makes a mockery of this. Take Aspirin, for example. As a pill its cheap and effective but causes loads of problems but if you take the original, as nature intended, it contains all the rest of the bits needed to keep everything in balance”.
“You know if you said that during the Inquisition they’d have called you a witch? That is what the whole crusade was against, you know? Indigenous wisdom”. That cut him to the quick and made the scientist grin as I sat there and took in their petty squabble that kicked off, now and then, when the Venn Diagram of us three did intersect as, by themselves, we could converse on many topics but when certain elements connect the result was inevitable and that got me thinking about the water powered engine that was said mans quest because you can best bet that if it did exist and was invented there would be some quiet conversations about what is and isn’t happening as its obvious fuel is the greatest control mech hence so many wars for “liberation” and the constantly rising heat bill and so many other things I could mention but I’ll let you ponder instead as you do the Knowledge, my friend.
What if they were both correct? The religious and scientist? I often tried to show them this and how what the former calls “God” the latter terms “The Hard Problem” and thus the solution is comprehending we are pure consciousness made flesh hence the observer effect, sense of being stared at, dreams, hallucinations, the power of imagination and how three different colored pixels arranged in a pattern on a black mirror that is one plane from the shape that dominates three modern religions could make a man time travel, laugh, cry or look on in amazement ergo there were everyday miracles right in front of them and, yes, the solution may be totally simple and come from someone left field and obsessed who keeps tinkering and pressing against limits he didn’t know he was supposed to accept and this could be the vibe that changes everything as there is nothing new under the Sun as we sank to these depths from a height, as yet, unimagined hence why the Pyramids and such things are aligned with such encoded precision as hints that, man kind, are kind of like man but not. We are the downgrade, my friend. Look at the world we built as evidence then consider the ancient Vedic blueprints for flying ships that used engines powered by mercury to create localized anti gravity fields which are not too different to how Tesla did think in terms of vibration and harmonics which, once again, links in with Kemet as this was what Theuti said in his principles and if that doesn’t get you pondering about our current level of ignorant beration inside an intelligent creation then I don’t know what will…
What if the beef and bickering is to stop us figuring that we are the Gs, us! The power is in the people and politics they address. Unless they get finessed by a crook in fancy dress.
The Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl. Well, not literally of course but it works perfectly for this example to sketch the structure of higher realms inside your consciousness. Check this:
Imagine that the song and dance of your life is etched on that disc that spins. It is the cause of this effect and thus the piper you will be paying for playing this Game where you inserted your Soul as a credit in exchange for some skin that pretends sentience in a world made of pixels and information. Actually, lets pretend that the needle the skips across the surface of all of this and makes it happen is the Self same thing so when I say Soul from now on you read “unfinite awareness” aka The Witness aka the blind spot that gives you vision and makes it all possible whilst remaining invisible. Man, I really wanted to keep this easy. Lets pick the needle up and drop it again as we take it from the top with a remix:
The Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl and as the song of life plays it creates your existence on the Earth plane below which swims through and is sustained by it. As you would expect the disc is etched, the performance baked in ergo free will is an illusion because the track will do what it did. This is where it gets interesting because this higher dimensional record actually works on depths and this is why you can instantly guess if you are the best or wackest version of your Self as you intuit it and know what you are capable of becoming. There are levels to this as there is more than the surface presents, my friend. Up your res:
Musically speaking, as we extend the metaphor and its frame of reference, this is akin to the record starting to skip. Obviously that would be very irritating if it went on without an end but as anyone who has been in a loud place can attest, you end up tuning it out and don’t even notice. As said a man, once upon a when, who lived between two bowling allies. Can you imagine this feeling? No? You should because you’re living it and it causes a constant state of vague irritation along with the sense something is missing and an ever increasing numbness as you cling to fragments of the past and stretch toward future promises that say it will all be different. Then you’ll be dead and, thanks to your meekness, the Earth ye shall inherit as its thrown over your casket. There is one born every moment and they are Adulterated just as quick.
High above all of this in the Prime Dimension sits the one who chose the set list and spins the vinyl. The one who not only put the needle on the record but also furnished the impetus, the elan vital, the quintessence that renders the rest possible. This is who you are, in and beyond this realm. Its been called many things by many people ranging from all kinds of divine epithets (and as many reasons to kill your fellow men) to the more prosaic, and yet accurate, Higher Self. Lets trace over the sketch another time so you can pencil it into your awareness:
You, as in your truest aspect, picks up a record and slaps it on the deck. As the needle (which is akin to what you’d call the mind in this and thus totally private yet also influencing the public) is lined up perfect on the disc that spins (aka the Fourth Dimension) a sperm meets and egg and nine months later a baby steps in singing the song it was born with on its lips. With me so far? Cool. Lets add in some details:
Using the musical metaphor for existence makes a heck of a lot of sense because a) Its far more accurate than anything else you can think because its all vibration and b) its really easy to grasp how Self evident this framework is when you consider things like relationships. Two people that get on well will have beats that match in terms of styles and rhythms. Those you clash with will be playing tracks with wildly divergent BPMs that sometimes sync and most times sound like a hot mess instead. Sometimes you meet someone and it starts off perfect because everything is thumping as intended and each brings to the mix what the other was lacking but this swiftly dims and you’re left wondering why you even bothered as you’re stuck with someone you hate and won’t drift due to fear of loneliness and the alternative. I could go on with this but I’m certain you’ve just had a straight line in Tetris moment reading this as this was the basis of an algorithm I’d written back when that will help people to pick the perfect partner for a relationship based upon the ideas of this concept.
The song has its ups and downs. Its own beat and swell. Some times are quiet lulls and others you feel the pressure building up immense as it looks for the vent of the drop to kick in. Sadly most people die with their music within because the interference of the one, the only, System. The System is society at large. The world and all that was in it before you ever stepped in and its interested in propagating itself. In that respect its akin to a noisy neighbor who lives below your accommodation smacking the ceiling with a broom to get your attention as they don’t like the sound of the music you’re bumping. Picture a child at school being taught to “Sit still, look straight ahead, do as we instructed and we’ll give you a medal” and you’ll have a clear pic of the whole carrot and stick thing they use to override your Inner Sense. In this respect that is the life you are truly here to live and, for Warriors at least, the challenge they accept and relish as they go to war with the Adulterated (false) self in order to ensure the correct captain is back at the helm of their carbon based vessel for this adventure in the flesh.
Why is it like this? Who knows? There is a group, the Slave/Masters I call them, who number at 11% and they have their prints all over this caper. The rest, 81%, are Slaves as they are numbed to their Inner Sense and like to pretend they can’t hear their record skip as they live lives of quiet desperation that are generally filled with immense amounts of stress and suffering that is only balanced by wishful thinking and vast quantities of distractions. The Warriors come in at 8% and see through the narrative and I, as one of them, have been reverse engineering reality and what I’m sharing is just my perspective with the intent that will help increase the best in your life because reality is plastic in that respect and its pretty much a case of what you can get away with. And that they did. The Slave/Masters as they are are a criminal organization, par excellence, that pulled off the ultimate trick of making themselves seem not only legit but honorable and beyond reproach or question. Something, something spiritual wickedness well hid in places above your station or “Pay no heed to the man behind the curtain”. Lets spin it back again. This is the remix!
You, in the Prime Dimension, are made of a clear kind of light that feels like silk and shines with an unfinite brilliance. Its what pours from the presence of children and its the Self same thing that dims as the needle of their Soul – which is playing the Four D vinyl that is the basis of their existence – starts to skip due to the influence of the System which wants nothing less than to ensure you are miserable but don’t fully realize this (because then you may do something and thats bad for business).
Now, if you, here, now, on this plane have been placed inside a reality box you neither chose nor wanted the first thing is realizing you’re within it in order to transcend it. In that respect you can ask “What is common between me living the song interrupted as the needle skips and I pretend really hard not to hear it as well as the Selecta himself who doesn’t offer any form of correction or fix?”. What is the answer? Psylense.
Psylense is (as the name suggests) quite quiet but (as the name hints) it also offers a type of vision that can alter ones awareness. In that respect it would take the song that is playing (itself an effect) to realize it was skipping (Self reflection and observation) which births sentience. As one listens to the loop click around on itself it becomes obvious there is a problem which caused this to stick because what once flowed freely and was creative is now damned in the literal and metaphorical sense. This creates an immense opportunity for transcendence and thus hard times come bearing the gift of the ultimate win but only to those who can unwrap the cosmic riddle of the present by being in the moment. What do I mean by this?
What does every piece of music in the world feature (always has and always will) but nobody ever hears or notices? Really think about it. Better yet, stop reading this and discuss this with friends (online or digital plus imaginary as well. No discrimination) then come back because its so much more rewarding when you work it our for your Self than being spoon fed.
The answer is silence. Hoo! Ain’t that something. The something which is “no thing” that is everything as it makes it possible. In that respect you could say the opposite of this Prime, pristine presence is something I call the noiZ and it does exactly what it says on the tin. The noiZ made your neighbor bang that broom with an intent relentless that caused your record to skip and doomed you to living a predictable existence that you don’t dare question for fear of the answers which I’ve been sketching into your consciousness via this topic we’re examining. If, in that chaos and the numbness it begets in order to maintain a semblance of sanity for survival, one accidentally trips over or finds the Psylense (which comes from being Centered in Self or focusing on that which never changes and rests between the static) then the Fourth Dimension itself is felt. Suddenly you are a cause and the vinyl that spins is effected.
The next steps quickly outline that what you think you are inside your head that does the thinking is no such thing as your Soul has never truly entered this realm via this carbon based vessel. “I am the needle” you think and the implications are earth-shattering. Its a dangerous path, in many respects, because those who don’t handle the increased voltage correct often end up as schizophrenics. Not for nothing, didn’t you ever click how they always said “Something unknown is putting thoughts in my head” and yet the supposedly sane and well adjusted never question (or even guess) that the voice in their head isn’t them even though it controls their thoughts, deeds and actions. Man, that was a bit deep for what is supposed to be a sketch but I’m just showing the depth of this metaphor as there are levels to this. Speaking of:
If we look closely at the vinyl and the song the Selecta picked for this session in order to experience the passion of being in the flesh upon the Earth as he sings and dances his lives performance we notice there are layers etched into the metaphysical vinyl. With the path of least resistance you are swept constantly downhill and the best is often in the past with future wishes being placed on something that may or may not happen. For some its a lottery check for others its death and heaven. Either way they grasp at solutions like a drowning man to a brick even though its ineffective and thus all part of the trick they’re playing on themselves. The Path of Power, on the flip is akin to iceskating uphill and takes a lot of effort and skill. Way more than the Slaves think they possess. Actually, this in itself is ironic because the only reason they feel so tired and exhausted is the immense amount of subconscious effort they put in to try and pretend they don’t notice the song of their life is (and has been) skipping since back when. To change anything you must accept everything and thus you are the cause of all problems in this realm and also the vehicle for its salvation. Heavy, isn’t it? What else would it be because it all plays out inside your awareness. Whether in the Fifth as the Selecta, the Fourth as the needle (which is the Soul you inserted as a credit) as it skips over the vinyl that contains the song of your existence down to the Third where at this moment there is something psylent within that nodding its head inside your chest and abdomen as it knows intuitively what I’m speaking is correct as it recollects and knows the deal.
In between these two poles is the only thing that ever exists and the one thing most spend their entire life trying to escape its grip. The present moment. Here is where you’ll find the Psylense but you’ve got to get past a lifetime of conditioning that produced your Adulterated awareness and the clutch of a familiar devil you know best. Did you ever stop to think how that word which many detest actually reps lived in reverse ergo they gave you the hint and told you what to expect as you accepted it. All due to Thunking you had no other options. Terrible. Terrible. The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
What is the past if not presents that have been just as the future lays revealed based on what seeds you plant in the moment. To many these words can seem like terrible omens as it forces them to glance at their lives unexamined and this can seem like a fate worse than death. This is why my message will only ever be comprehended by 8% of Souls walking around on the planet and the rest will either hate, ignore or protest its content. Its not because of me, but them. Stop and consider for a moment:
Lets pretend you had a top notch composition that had been penned, etched and recorded into the vinyl of the Fourth Dimension for this spin of this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits. The length of this track, as intended, was full of all kinds of thrills, spills and passion and was breath taking in its scope and intent. It ran from zero to eighty six and was perfectly in tune with the unfinite. Now, imagine that instead of it unfolding as intended you got a couple of decades in and the record started skipping and from that moment on your life becomes a retread. Lets pretend that you’ve been doing this for twenty, thirty or forty years at least. Can you see why the idea of freedom would seem like a threat? By now the skip has been recoded to seem comfortable. Lick a clock that tocks and ticks, it feels like the heartbeat of life itself. Sure there is no more rhythm or suspense but who cares because by now your joints are aching and you can’t remember the last time you allowed yourself to sing. This is the average Slaves inner realm and they’ll fight to death to protect it because it beats the alternative. Its also why they never question the fact that children are born glowing and then become dimmed, just like them, until they too propagate new Souls into this realm that end up just as miserable only to do it all again.
What I’ve just sketched is the basics of my OS, the wetware I’ve custom built to navigate higher states of awareness because I clicked the record skips and wanted to do something about it. Now listen, I’m not saying I want you to throw out the Adulteration of the System and just slot my perspective in instead because that would be just as worthless. No. Want I want is for you to look within and then write me a pencil sketch based on your own perceptions so we can compare notes and together we uplift the collective because the Game is a team effort hence it takes a nation of billions to hold back one childs Inner Sense.
The Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl and god is a Selecta from this lens. Not only are you it but that as well and all in the middle because, if you’ll recollect, there is only one thing (itself “no thing”) that is everything in this realm. Can you hear the Psylense?
