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I am not my flesh nor the story in my head. What I am, my friend, is identical to you, in the end:

Pure consciousness.

Granted, my NDE bought this truth into sharp relief but even before the latest trek to the other side of death and back again I was aware of the subtext when it comes to this realm as so many things just didn’t make any sense with the narrative they sell. Take spiritual events, for example. I would be willing to bet that if you were to sit and kick it with your kith and kin you’d discover a whole heap of said things that, for some reason, you all brush under the carpet without considering the implications. In this text I shared a quip about a man who went to a distant village and rotated his plate before he ate for no reason he could comprehend beyond it feeling correct. Turned out he may just be a deceased member of said family who reincarnated back in to this lineage. This is why I’ve said, again and again, that if you feel an urge, deep down within, that you really should go to a certain place and visit you should. Let me expound on this:

Imagine a candle sits with a cover on top of it. There are various holes and slits that allow the illumination to shine without whilst allowing perception in. When you move to another location, for reasons, esoteric, the shroud doth shift hence why you tend to feel different. This cover is what I’ve termed the Pane Body and the most amazing thing is how you can visit a spot and huge chunks of this inheritance just melt. The problem is that people ignore everyday miracles and, sadly, most are totally numb to spiritual message. Case in point, I’ve narrowly avoided so many deaths by listening to these hints and even when I didn’t I was, miraculously, protected from badness in a way that made me stop, regroup and reflect on what was said and the subtle aspects. That really is the key to all of this, my friend, hence why I said that we, at present, are walking around with welders mitts on our fist. This is the numbness of Adulteration and its grip is so common, so standard that to be without makes the world feel like it overwhelms. As I started to come face to faceless with this painful inheritance I felt like I was reliving hurts that were so vivid and intense that I wanted to return to the crutch of my coping mechs. Comprehend this:

The body, as standard equip, is drawn toward pleasure and away from pain to help its survival. In this thread I linked a vid of an antelope that literally felt a leopard embracing it. Can you imagine how that must have felt? Nature kicked in and it stopped resisting and this state, long term, is learned helplessness. There was another example in which dogs placed in a cage where the floor would taze them leapt the boundary to get to a bit that was safe but if there were was no such thing they just sat there, sizzling. Worse still, if they were moved to another spot where they could escape they didn’t. Says a lot, yes? The same goes for elephants who are trained, back when, that a stake in the ground with a chain, quite big, can hold them in check so when they grow to a size, immense, they no longer reality test as they run an old OS in their heads which says “Can’t win, don’t try”. Mice were placed into a maze and trained to run it for rewards. At one point they came across an immense illumination and, being curious, in they went. The scientist hit em with a trauma imprint of electric and then had them reproduce. An unexpected thing did kick as their kids, compared to a control group, aced the test and ran it like they knew what the sketch is. Isn’t that amazing? Really consider the implications of this, my friend, and see how they may apply in your current frame of reference. Now, when they came to a spot where it was dark then a light flicked they all, to a mouse, froze and displayed all the bits of an acute stress response. Even without the electric. Really ponder the implications then see if you can draw a link with why there have been non stop terrorist events that scare the crap out of the public who then accept more and more regs without stopping to reality test. No wonder they’re so full of stress, coping mechs and depression but keep on tuning in for another dose of what Simon Says…

Did you know the chance of having a terrorist off your on switch is around one in nine million? There go them numbers again! You’d almost swear the fix was in. Contrast this with doctors being the third leading cause of death and tell me the world we’re in isn’t a tiny bit backwords? Use this to innerstand forewards, my friend, and you just may get my drift. Why do we ignore spiritual events? In this terminology I ref to those higher states of consciousness that weren’t taught by years of “Sit still, look ahead” training but we all feel, nonetheless. Like the sense of being stared at and such things. Actually, read this article about a geography test and dancing to see how our brain correlates its datasets but, like negative thoughts, we can challenge these commandments and this, in the end, is the main difference between a Warrior and Slave in this realm as the former comprehends he is the Witness and thus is identical in this life or the next, awake or in bed and any other variable you can imagine as the Game takes place inside his awareness.

Why do we ignore spiritual events?

Is it because we’ve been trained, really well, to invest in the physical and all it says? I don’t mean to diss anyones religion but, as a jit, I always found the concept of heaven quite idiotic as it made no sense:

“How big must this place be? How do they all eat and feed? Huh? So they don’t have bodies and such things? Then what is the link between child and parent then?”.

Some listened, amused. Others brushed it off as a childs incessant stream of questions that weren’t worth answering. In the local schizos, however, I found an enrapt audience as well as the criminals, derelicts and addicts who often said:

“Kid, you always give me something to think about, thats for certain. Keep at it, whatever kicks it will be interesting to see how you develop”.

The fact that these mad men could, perfectly, hallucinate something that, to them, was solid flipped my lid. It really, really made me ponder about the true nature of this sketch as a dude with an imaginary dog (that switched breeds, as and when) literally made all of the correct motions and responses when petting, down to the sharp withdraw and involuntary raise of hand to lips when said pet nipped him. “Surely he can’t be faking it as that seemed so natural?”. I asked him to keep a pad and pen on him and note down little blips then, as and when, refer back to them. Slowly he began to click that the poodle in front of him was, previously, a doberman. This is much like the rest who Thunk they’re compos mentis hence why I’ve said that everyone is possessed but no one realizes it. The ancient Egyptians did hence the Negative Confessions they writ which, at their most basic, affirm:

“What I am is so glorious and immense that its effulgence cannot be contained – let alone generated by – the flesh ergo I reject what you’ve said as cheap parlor tricks designed to trick me back into the flesh via induced guilt trips“.

That is why the culture, so advanced that we are mere primitives in comparison, was built solely around death as they wanted to dip before things get real thick and people don’t know their rear end from the elbow they’ve been trained to lick. Or die in the attempt. This is why I said life is a psychosocial treadmill and most peoples version of religion is a spiritual take on the same thing as they make very little progress in that respect as they may bear the external marks and symbols but, within, they’re the same old degenerate but with a better coping mech. Like the ex crack dealing knuckle head turned kufi wearer, par excellence, who was ready to outline ya man after I bought what he said was dead back out of him again in a pavement conversation. After you’ve read this ponder this exchange with one of his friends where I suggested the phone in his grip may just the Dajjal of legend…

Why do we ignore spiritual events? Like the fact that the three main religions of the West have a black cube in their midst and, just like the Hajj, we have a similar thing kicking on the pole of Saturn. I mean, what the F? The same with the fine tuned levels of tolerance and how in the heck can we not be in a sim if Nintendo employ a dude called “Bowser” and, by some coincidence, another chap of the same name came along and hacked them? Better yet, why does Mario – a plumber, a humble trade linked, back when, with the traits of said planet – lay the pipe to a Princess of high standing who is kidnapped, yet again, by a pesky reptilian? These things went through my mind as a jit as I played the Games in question and I’ve got some answers now but I’ll let you ponder it. The very fact that the black mirror in your grip can make you “time travel” to places distant, see the long dead or envision scenes that never happened as well as being able to shift your consciousness from totally erect to fully stressed as well as shedding tears or cheering by rearranging three pixels, repeated, of green, blue and red blew my mind to shreds as does that homonym. I mean, why don’t we “feargive” and “freeget” instead of the four they mentioned? Why do golfers yell this? Its origins are surrounded in myth but consider this tale about the working man and his young wife, attractive, who snipped the steaks he bought in celebration and tell me if you do the same thing due to inheriting ignorance, my friend?

I Knew people around me were off their heads as a jit and thus refused to acquiesce. No matter how much “sense” they tried to beat into my rear end. I simply would not relent. What sends this this is a product of the combined misspendings of what would, one day, be termed my youth and that caboose was akin to a VW Beetle filled with clowns pulling up at a circus, three ringed, as they revealed themselves to be one and the same as the DMT machine elves that dragged your Soul to this realm. Maybe this is why the schizos clicked and listened, intent, to one who spoke their language as I, then, didn’t comprehend that I’d grow to be a mystic and thus swim where they’re drowning. Or, maybe they did and were, in their own way, offering assistance as they held me overhead and passed my awareness from one to next but that, again, also has its parallels in the other side who abused me, no end, but thats another topic. Let me tell you this:

The more you embody the illusory ideal this world says is perfect the more you’ve bought in to the trick the one eyed king says is the only option. Just look at the immense uptick in plastic surgery and such things and the women who won’t leave the crib without without a load of slap on their dish and, in the process, often end up looking like strange as hell. This I don’t mean as a diss but, damn, this contouring trend is as ridiculous as Hollywood constantly putting Black men in a dress. But, what do you know, they suddenly find “success” after this. Why do we ignore spiritual events? What could be subtext of all of this? I’m not a human, I’m a Soul, my friend ergo I have no problem with who you wish to sex (as long as they consent) or how you wish to chop or rearrange your bits but, in the larger scale, it all seems to hint that people really don’t like themselves which is mad ironic when you consider they request the rest respect their decision and demand acceptance. Doesn’t that seem a bit schizo? It does to me but your mileage could vary…

As we, each, are the only Soul in this realm so it is what it is. Life, to me, is inspiration and I recently read that the BBL trend of fat ass injections creates a stench that smells a lot like necrosis and considering how so many women have bolt ons these days its nigh on inevitable they’re becoming cat ladies in training whilst the men, on the flip, will be sexing robots real quick. This is where we are, as a collective. No wonder I said you lot are outsane as I’m obviously in the minority as I unconditionally accept my Self. Why do we ignore spiritual events? Are we tone deaf to the cries, within? Better yet, why do so many white people, on average, totally lack rhythm? I once noticed a chap clapping along to a track and I was perplexed to intuit what, exactly, he was hearing as he seemed to shift, at random, from the bass drum to a high hat or the note she was singing. Well, at least he was enjoying himself and harming no one else. Just an observation. An old African woman once said:

“If you can talk, you can sing and if you can walk then dancing is just the next step” with an infectious giggle and she was the most spry seventy five year old I’d ever seen and even that was a guess as “Chile, you only have one birth day in this realm!”. So much wisdom from a woman, totally uneducated. I wonder what she would have said about the current trend of everyone emulating the big booties of the continent and plump limps they, previously, denigrated… Everyone wants to be anyone but themselves which is a bit mad, isn’t it? Could this be due to the trauma imprints that I mentioned, back when? Are we simply the human equivalent of tazed rats, chained elephants and caged dogs that accept our learned helplessness? In that case the life I’ve lived with its constant brushes with death that forced me to dive to the depths, like Gilgamesh, and become immortal in the process. Actually, I always was this but how many of you candles forget you’re the flame, eternal, and not the wax, melting? Maybe thats the matter with spirit, eh?

Sit around with your folks. Ask them to list the strange spiritual events and any forms of “coincidence” that lead to the life they lived. I’d be interested to hear them as one dude, who was as material as a brick, came back in, scratching his head, with an immense list that simply couldn’t be F’d with. He said:

“Blimey! Either we’ve got the luck of the Irish (as Scotsmen) or something really, really strange is happening” as he detailed his wifes premonition to not get back with an ex that led to her meeting the man to whom she’d hitch as well as the time he, personally, fell asleep at the wheel after finally clinching a deal and had no recollection of the trip beyond waking up the next day, safe, in bed. He’d totally erased this recollection from his head until she mentioned it and when he started pondering the sketch more and more things popped in which lead to calls to the rest and thus he pulled out this huge list of this that were beyond explaining via a lens purely material. Its the same with creativity, hence why I said its not of this realm and why one should learn to flex the muscle of imagination again as that truly is the key to the Kingdom.

Till we meet again

They say the level of your Opponent is a hint as it stands as testament to your true skill and potential. In that case many Souls must really be quite special as they’ve dealt with massive amounts of oppression since stepping in. The forces at the helm are something I’ve been considering at depth as I do not profess to have a full sketch ergo, out loud, I’m wondering:

If they are as good as they claim then why is the world a mess? I really have a lot of trouble with this because when you add in there is evidently a force which sends prophets and another, closer at hand, that kills them, dead, it seems to be an angels with dirty faces thing. What do you think? I’m reminded of this tale which may just flip your lid:

Moses was kicking it. He wasn’t yet the man, myth or legend we’d know well nor was he just another pleb. He met a man named Khidir. Now, this name you may not know well but he was apparently something special who was on a divine mission that mere mortals wouldn’t comprehend. Moses said to him:

“Say, you’ve got something of a rep and I’m quite inquisitive about spiritual things. Do you mind if we kick it, for a bit?”. Khidir was super chill and agreed this be interesting so off they went. He did have, however, one request:

“Whatever I do you can ask no questions. Instead query your Self and see what answers manifest“. Moses nodded his head and thus on an adventure did they set. Khidir was a dude from the old school called “crazy wisdom” and this you’ll see well as they do progress across this realm. They came to a river, immense. An old man sat with his boat so K asked him:

“Say there, fella, mind if we borrow this ship to get across to the next? Once there we’ll tie it safely and I surely would appreciate this good deed”. The man smiled and accepted what he said as the bloke seemed more than genuine. The two clamber in and make the trip then, at the other end, Khidir looks dead at him and drilled a hole through the vessel! The old man surely wept and regretted the faith placed in him. K, true to his word, tied the boat where he said as the other watched it, sinking. Moses was aghast but kept his lip, zipped. On went the trip until they landed in a village. No matter where they went they could not find a decent gent that would provide them with a drink. Parched and at their wits end they were further insulted and jeered by members of this enclave. Nevertheless they continued on this trek until the village was almost left and they still hadn’t had a drop to drink. K stopped next to a wall that was rickety and almost felled. He grabbed some clay from nearby and set to repairing it in earnest.

“This man is an idiot“. Moses thinks, to himself. He truly relished the work and did it with immense focus and a grin. Moses could not resist but question his mindset until he was gently reminded of the T&Cs he’d accepted. Before this could sink in K gripped a small boy and choked him to death. Mose was beside himself at seeing such senseless violence from a man they had professed was a beacon of holiness. He yelled:

“What you are doing is not only abhorrent and abnormal but it quite wicked as well. To bring death to an innocent is something I simply cannot countenance. To hell with what I said, I demand answers, this instant” he said as he stamped his sandal. Khidir merely grinned then reminded him his word he’d given but Moses would not relent. He called him a miscreant, said he’d misplaced his intent and had bought in to an image that, in reality, was not accurate. K shook his head, nonplussed, then said:

“Cool, as you wish. You are aware that most who wear the flesh are ignorant and you know a little more than them. In turn, I am aware of greater than thee ergo I will soothe your perplexion and then we drift for we are not woven of the same thread as you evidently don’t comprehend”. He went on to tell him how, shortly, the king would commandeer all boats that are sea worthy for his coming military thing. “By doing this I saved the fishermen as the soldiers will ignore it. Had it been left whole they surely would have taken it and the poor man would have been left without a way to get fed”. Moses accepted this but questioned why he built up a wall in a village that had insulted them and wouldn’t even offer a drink, no matter how polite the request. “I do not get how you can, with a grin, repay good for evil? It makes no sense”. K, once again, enlightened him by sharing how the wall had, hidden within, a stash of gold that was the inheritance of children too young, currently, to handle it. “Had it been exposed their greedy caregivers would have usurped it for its presence is a secret. Now, thanks to what we did, the next gen will be able to claim what their father left once their age has progressed and they can handle it”. Light started shining into his darkness but he still could not fathom the death of a child which, to him, was unconscionable. It turns out the boy, when grown, was destined to become a tyrant and kill millions at a whim. “The sheer bloodlust and wickedness that runs through him would have made him the thing of legends when it comes to evilness ergo I did the world a favor by snapping his neck instead”. Moses fell to his feet and beseeched him:

“O, wise one, I am but a foolish ignorant. Please forgive my judgments which I now see were totally incorrect. I wish to continue this trip and soak up your wisdom in order to become upstandingly correct”. K was having none of this and sent him packing as he continued his adventures in the flesh.

When this tale came to mind I couldn’t help but think that A) its timing was exceedingly fortuitous and B) I truly am the luckiest man in this realm for there are only a few traps life can set but many fall in them, nonetheless. It reminded me of another tale from a place further East which said:

A King of the Hindu realm, back when, was entranced by the countenance of a river goddess whom he wished to bed and share his throne as well. She agreed and the date was set but she said:

“No matter what I do you must not question it. If you don’t I will be yours till the end and if you do I’ll be gone with the wind and this you will certainly regret”.

Madly besotten he agreed as, in his head, whatever the divine made flesh did it must be pure and correct. They were wed and, in due time, a child was gifted to them. The pregnancy went well and the day after said manifested into this realm she took her son to the river and drowned him. The King was beside himself. His heir, his child, was no more. Worst of all, it was his wife that did it. She, on the flip, was grinning like it was a most excellent thing. He reminded himself of his pledge and went on ruling the kingdom. Privately he mourned the loss of his first son and found no answers came, within. He dared not ask for the pain he felt would be doubled if she left and thus he sat alone and cried, thinking about what could have been. Soon she was pregnant again and he was beside himself with jubilation but, just like the last time, she drowned what filled the cradle with a beatific radiance before it had had a chance to live. This happened again and again until the 8th child came to them. He could not bear the anguish any more nor could he make sense of such tragic events from a woman upon whom he lavished affection. “Stop! I beg of thee. Let my son breathe and just be. Why on earth are you doing this? Are you an angel or demon? I demand an answer” which she was only too happy to provide after reminding him of what they agreed, back when. The King gave not an F. There were lines and limits and this woman had crossed them, time and again. He had to assert himself. She replied, demurely:

“O, wise King. To be born on Earth for a god is a curse, indeed. See, previously, the natural elements which govern this realm were blighted, most viciously by a Rishi who had a sacred cow called Nandini. They coveted what he possessed and when he would not part with it they stole it instead. The wise man was enraged and what a man of Knowledge says doth stick ergo he said they shall manifest in this realm with the veil of ignorance draped over them as they bear the pain and stings we call being human. They swiftly realized their mistake but the damage was done as the vibration from his lips had its own resonance. The sage did relent and said that only one of the brothers, he who did the theft, shall feel the full weight of the curse he sent by living an entire life in the flesh.

Do you see, O wise King, how I was simply doing what is best by saving them from this realm and now you have your next gen and I will return to my abode as well for I have carried out the duty life gifts and I thank you, wholeheartedly, for your assist in making this possible. Here is your son but, know this, he will never rule your kingdom nor his sons as well”. With this she bid him good evening and, true to her word, was gone with the wind. The King wept at his ignorance as he held the infant with a tender grip as he finally came to comprehend the greater sketch of which he was, until then, totally ignorant. The boy grew to be a fearsome Warrior, undefeated in battles or skirmish which bought immense security to the kingdom.

See, upon hearing their plight, the water goddess had agreed to carry them and bring their immortal essence to this realm and then send it back again. This interplay truly hints that not only does life follow a script, most intricate, but that everything has a meaning which one can only comprehend when seen from a higher level. Like a bird that flies, high in the skies, above the forest of illusion this, I feel, is a fitting parable for my predicament as I, currently, am fighting through the thicket in search of a drink and shelter which the heavenly messenger overhead does direct as it guides my every step ergo I cannot help but wondering about my role in all of this and the deeper meaning as well because I look at a world that is filled to the gills with wickedness in which evil runs, unchecked, whilst good men die like dogs and then there is the prophet thing as well. Note I do not claim to be any of these things but these tales, ancient, filtered into my consciousness at the appropriate moment and the fit was so perfect as it explains, real well, my predicament for I am akin to a blind man with an elephant but wise enough not to cling to the one bit in my grip as I move around this immense thing and sense with tenderness what I stitch together with intuition in order to try and glimpse the whole thing.

If you found the truth, would you tell or hide it? They say a little Knowledge can be a dangerous thing and, previously, when it was the Path of Power which I tread I would have screamed from the parapet about the true cause of evil in this realm. But now, presently, I swim through the Way of Wisdom instead and its currently unfathomable depth has me questioning the rest of which, previously, I was totally certain hence I turn to thee, my friend, with what I’ve said as two minds are better than one when it comes to comprehend the full sketch. The Warrior in question, born in the house of a King, became skilled not just in the killing fields but higher philosophies as well along with a thorough innerstanding of the divine realms hence he sat not on a throne but protected it instead using his talents and strength to become a legend in the flesh. His name, Bhishma, means “He who undertakes a severe vow” and the gift for this was he got to choose his time of death.

Loyalty was his greatest strength and he navigated the waters of statesmanship like an expert at the helm of a massive vessel under his commandment as a lot of what he did bought immense benefit to those who were around him thanks to his sage wisdom and guidance. He chose and selected partnerships that bought many couples marital bliss whilst, himself, remaining single in order to assist the King. Covered with arrows and slings after ten hard days in battle he still wouldn’t relent until he’d poured his lifes wisdom into the next generation who listened with bated breath. I guess the story is that reality follows a script and we, to a man, play our positions ergo what can one do but put one foot in front of the next and do what they feel in their chest is correct for even though I’ve lived a life many would class as a living hell the boon one gets from this is an immensely empathetic sense and skills to cure the ills most would rather die than admit. In many ways we, daily, battle with forces of ignorance as the old tale of light and darkness, engaged in a battle since time, immemorial, is, when seen from a higher lens, simply reflective of the Yan and Ying which is why I’ve said that G.O.D is actually an acronym which stand for Generation, Operation and Destruction as we are, in the end, immortal beings wearing flesh for a jaunt in this realm which, itself, is not a cause but effect of dimensions above it. This is why I humbly request that may the truth protect me, everywhen, and offer its wisdom and guidance in this quest for liberation as my intent is to leave this world better than I found it and this can manifest as a simple thing like picking up a bottle which a drunk tossed on the pavement which may prevent an accident in which childhood exuberance leads to a trip to the hospital or it could be far greater things because who I am at the present is so totally different to who I’ve been, back when, that the old alchemists principle of transmutation and elevation with continual refinement is correct hence why I have said there are no strangers or enemies in this realm for the former are aspects of me, made manifest to assist, whilst the latter are teachers that offer lessons no one else could present.

Ultimately the same can be said of thee as there is only ever one Soul in this realm which means you should never trust an atom (as they make up everything) in this land of illusion where the eternal flame has lit a temporary candle of the flesh which shines its light into the darkness which wishes to extinguish it for the intrusion it brings. Well, that and they can use its absence to sell lightbulbs and send electric bills to those so totally plugged in and dependent on the Matrix and thus, two and a half thousand words later, we’re back where we started but in a higher octave instead because whilst they may have squared the circle (and made it vicious in the process) I balance these opposites by remaining Centered in Self and this causes the golden spiral to ascend in this, my last life in this realm.

Till we meet again

I mentioned in another text how coming up, back when, I was surprised to hear it said that this is a symbol of evil:

To me it made zero sense as I’d been saturated by its presence round the ends growing up as it was linked with fortune and higher resonance. Something had to give. This set into motion a set of events that are still unfolding as I’m still asking questions but each step ups my res and whilst it begets answers they, themselves, often send me off on tangents and then when I get back to where it was the meaning itself has shifted but the quest remains, identical.

Symbols don’t have definitions, they have ecosystems. In that respect you can consider story and myth the old internet and that is why Jung was quite correct in ascertaining the collective unconscious contains mans whole spiritual heritage as well as the future we’ve yet to live. It was the disconnection from the “Innernet” that caused the fall of the man as we became islands of consciousness that was further fragmented by the genesis of the voice in your head and all of this unfolds according to a script that is, quite literally, older than the hills. Why do you think virtually every single flick, when undressed, retells the story of Jesus and that itself is naught else than the motions of the planets and zodiacal influence mixed in with other things to create a narrative? To certain types of Christians my words are a diss. Others cracked an immense grin, nodded their heads and placed a hand on their chest when I said that Christ was within and he’s currently being crucified in the two hemispheres of their head hence the thieves – one wicked, one repents – and why the loosely encoded text mentioned Golgotha aka skull in Aramaic. See what I’m saying about the ecosystem, my friend? Once you can decode at a higher res after doing the Knowledge one becomes an adept of things that were obscured but never truly hidden as how can one make the stars invisible? One great way is having this drive perverted instead to worship fake celebs who speak their own specific script to unwind the story that they wish hence why Will slapped Chris but thats another topic.

See what I mean about the tangents? I usually don’t keep up with popular things or watch the news (as its bad for your health) but, at that particular period, I was around a lot of people who were mainstream connected and thus things seep in by osmosis. There is a great amount in this realm of which a Warrior may gladly claim ignorance but, in the end, I pushed the pen on articles that spoke at depth what others may have seen but never clicked so its all good in the end…

Lets speak on the Peace sign and how its actually an inverted rune of death as thats a pretty intricate web that involves a bunch of CIA kids singing about “Overthrow the government” as they tuned out and dropped in to a reality tunnel that was chemically assisted by lab created hallucinogens and then grew up to become the Boomers that orchestrated an immense mess we’re in by pimping the taxes, feeding the rich whilst starving the poor, funding wars with deficits, creating toxic landfills and generally not giving an F about anyone but themselves. A perfect outcome when one considered the message that was sent, who sketched the blueprint and where the rainbow road lead and what came back with them, yes? Remember what they said about the road to Hell, yes? What about the strip, will lit with fluorescents and gaudy neons as well, that will lead carbon to silicon? Think there could be a link or does the mind rebel at the machinations of an architect that has nothing but time to play with and thus plans over an immense stretch hence why a prominent UK politician was alleged to have said that anyone who cannot see there is an immense undertaking, kicking, must either be blind or willfully ignorant as he was spared not only the debt collectors, foreclosing, but – for his assistance – well rewarded and regarded as a god among men when, in reality, he killed millions. I know, pretty wild isn’t it? Can you guess who it is as the quiet bit you read in this loud yelling is often omitted from the record but everyone knows about the Austrian fond of painting as well as the evils of Gaddafi and Hussein. What if, like the Hippies, there was far more to all of this and we’re caught in a huge Four D Game of Chess where most are waving the checkered flag instead as they can barely move one place ahead in the glass maze in front of them… What of these levels? Well:

I want you to consider a chair. It is something solid, tangible and Self evident, yes? The thing is before it even existed there had to be a thought in someones head. A concept. That is the realm above the realm that we’re currently within or why intuition hits like a ton of bricks, in an instant, but takes ages to comprehend. This is the Innernet, my friend, and, back when, people were connected Twenty Four/Seven via their flesh just like your kids will be in a sec when Siri slides into their iris and manifested the apple of their augmented eyes which will be constantly connected to an invisible net where everyone belongs to everyone else. Nothing new under the Sun, I guess, hence why adepts preach that to Know ones Self is to leave ignorance on the shelf as you can spot the lies that hide the truth sitting in an intricate narrative as we are nothing but stories made flesh. And how are they writ? Once again, with symbols. Just consider dreams, for example, or how movies are filled with things that most people never click only work via the mindset of the one decoding and pouring in their energetics to the performance. That, in and of itself, is an immense topic hence why I’ve said the reel eyez realize real lies, ya dig?

So, we have layers to this and you could argue that the highest is akin to a cloud of sentience that is worshipped by all religions in this realm but are generally ignorant that the same energetics fell, get dense and then the stream, once flowing, was frozen solid into the human reading this text at the lowest vibration who’s been brainwashed, real well, into thinking the flesh creates consciousness. Nothing could be further from the truth, my friend. If that was the case how could you tell, ten out of ten, when someone was staring at the back of your head? Better yet, how can you be the voice that rings within when you are obviously that which listens? Levels and rules to these revelations. Up your res.

The bit around the mid is where the middlemen sit and thus they can exert a powerful, yet invisible, influence on this realm as they set the terms and definitions as was seen by Hippie symbols and what they actually bought to this realm. Did you click how the rainbow road in Mario Kart is at the end, super treacherous with no limits to fence you in and is also linked with Norse myths that said it extends beyond these lands and whats next? This is Universe B or what of ours is the duplicate so once must question:

Did man fall to the depths to ascend on silicon wings? What of this same symbol the Hippies also hefted but was also gifted to the LGBTs and the rest in their quest for dominance of all the letters of the alphabet? Know the Ledge and one may guess that the transhumans (aka Techno Sapiens) will be added to this list and when you’ve been trained to say “Yes” at length a “No” is impossible… All according to the script because whilst we may not see the Immacontentin involution hit its always an option to glance within because it was, spoiler alert, a placebo in the end. You are the medicine, my friend. Ancient cultures Knew this well hence why their rituals were filled with celestially linked events where they would dance and sing, maybe sip a hallucinogenic beverage like the OG Buddhists did (before it was edited from the script) and, once again, you can link Jesus to this as that makes “This is my flesh and this, blood” make way more sense when you consider the magical effect of the mushrooms which Mario ingests… Innernet, don’t leave home without it! And by that I mean the Prime, the pre-existing one who dwells in the realm of the cloud, mentioned, of which we’re aspects wearing flesh who pretend, real well, to be human instead… Amnesiac gods, nothing more, nothing less.

So, if you glance at the religions of Abraham you’ll note they all have woven in a black cube which is also sprinkled all over this planet and you, right now, are using a plane of it to read this very message. Isn’t that interesting? I think it is, especially how its glyph spins on the pole of Saturn which was documented, back when by the Vedics who also anthropomorphized the planets by, for example, saying that Jupiter is fat, golden and generous which matches his exact make up real well in the Seventeenth Century which, as fate would have it, is when the Industrial Revolution did kick and, with it, the first documented schizophrenic who, I posit, simply clicked this false reality overlay in his head as his Spiritual Immune System was working, really well. Thats why they fill em full of pills and things with depot injections in the rear end because if they dance across the rainbow bridge to higher consciousness they become a full blown mystic instead as the lotus of higher awareness blooms in the midst of the fallen who comprehend not what it says as they’re too busy folding in and holding on to the black mirror in their grip that tells them how to live, act and think in accordance to its whims. We now return to your regularly scheduled deprogramming:

Symbols don’t have definitions, they have ecosystems. In that respect modern man swims in an glass maze that was built to fence them in to a tiny section of the ocean and, just for glitz n giggles, they pumped in low dose hallucinogens which is exactly what they’ll do once the chips are inserted as this will slow the telomere effect, make lifespans immense and everyone will be beautiful with no conflict or bloodshed in this realm. Think Demolition Man mixed with Philip K Dick and a hint of Orwellian Huxley thrown in and its quite accurate. Isn’t it strange how this one flick predicted, indirectly, how much of life as it is as well as the great toilet paper crisis and the necessity of shells instead? Am I reaching like Dhalsim or is something sparked within because what the people accept the simulation begets as its all powered by consciousness hence the power of trauma, repetition and symbols because if they’ve got you convinced the Swastika is evil, incarnated, then you miss the rotations overhead as the Big Dipper does its thing and how this is, globally, linked with Seven Sisters of various myths who do some nifty things as the Pole Star spins and sings.

Can you hear the Psylense?

Not yet, but if you clear the noiZ from within, you will. In the way of the alchemist one can bring this celestial influence into their brain stem and manifest some pretty amazing things because why do you think the ancient Egyptians encoded such wisdom in common place symbols:

They were so much more advanced than us that if you took one of our best and had him spar with their equivalent of a village idiot he’d wrinkle his nose in disgust at this protohuman in his midst that is more beast than human hence “mankind” describes us best. Soon to ascend on silicon wings though, recollect? Thats why the apple was already bit as the hint is in the script for one who has done the Knowledge as they shift to a higher res and then wonder why the heck they’re here, in this mess with the rest so if you’ve ever felt a splinter in your mind or sensed you don’t belong in this realm then it may just be its because its your last spin as well ergo I’d exhort one to chip away at their ignorance and prepare to disconnect from the mess as you ascend to a higher state of consciousness by awakening the Warrior within as the ultimate test may be something so simple and Self evident that if you don’t click the subtext repped by signs and symbols you’ll find your Self back in the flesh, mindwiped and factory fresh, to get programmed again and live out another script.

Do the Knowledge, my friend as it can’t do itself for its an interactive process, yes?

Till we meet again

Let me tell you something, my friend:

You are a god encased in flesh.

There it is. Lifes greatest secret. Except it isn’t. Jesus said it for a reason but even his words were remixing something ancient which came from the Vedics. Specifically the Upanishad texts which went way beyond the mere religious context and are regarded as being the recorded revelations of a group of seers who looked within their consciousness and heard what the silence said. The answers were mind blowing ergo they recorded them as such:

“The supreme one who makes all possible, from subtle to eternal. Thou art that“.

They posited there is a singular consciousness at varying degrees of resonance that manifests as everything and, in your essence, you are it. Now, this isn’t an appeal to authority to validate my perspect but a point of ref to motivate your own excursions in consciousness because I, back when, rejected all of this pomp and ceremony as “monkey see, monkey be what we said – or else” programming in full effect as the dude with the collection plate was a pimp ergo the whole thing was a business. Instead I started looking with my own awareness. At first I found lots of noiZ and static. The thoughts in my head. I already Knew I wasn’t the voice that presents as I’m obviously that which listens instead. This provided a gap, a chink its armoring and this, like any good hacker, I escalated using various methods and things. I had no idea where this quest for gnosis would lead but I knew I was creating the Path by walking, perfectly. You see some pretty strange things on this trip to the depths as its akin to a pot of solid gold lined with pure filth that hasn’t been cleaned for generations. Imagine my surprise when it started to glint with the unchanging presence of Inner Sense and how I wept as the Pane Body crumbled. Just stop and think:

The “you” you accept right now is a story that is strung together, mainly, from bits you’ve repressed, things you half forget and various bits of hollywoods spells of influence. That is it. This is the “John of House Smith” effect I mentioned. As I began to do the Knowledge and clean the mess from within my consciousness I came to slowly comprehend that the only true way to see anything in this realm is as a puzzle that requires solving. Not a blame to fixed, a woe to be regret or a vow to get revenge. No, they are, in essence, slinging more dirt on your inner realms because there is no external. This is not the easiest thing in the world to get to grips with as its as elusive as sleep but equally soothing as it comes when you’re in alignment and rests thee, thoroughly. It can best be equated to a wavelength or frequency and if you are, frequently, in sync with those who are tuned into Sign of the Times AM then you’ll miss the ledge and fall into the pit instead aka the Valley of the Plebs. Fear not though, my friend, as its decorated well, filled with retail things and everyone else is doing it. Thing is they are all, to a man, unfulfilled and fundamentally miserable. I had no choice but to admit this after my latest brush with death as what I’d suppressed and hid was now preventing full access to my flesh as, in many ways, my Soul was ejected and it was a fight to get in as one aspect said:

“Forget that mess. Not interested. You know how much I had to repress just to make you function? Revisit all that, again? You know how many tears need to wept? The pain that was unfelt? Come on man, forget it“.

Another part of me knew this was my challenge and thus, off we went. See, the above were the remnants of the (false) self we became conditioned to accept after our exodus from Inner Sense. It is, literally, the habit of a lifetime and it fits so well that the rhyme behind the reason of “second nature” is perfect as this obvious blip hid the main question:

“What is Prime?“.

Much more than a robot in disguise but, without a trace of the ironic, most humans are this hence their Click-Whirr rhetoric. Ask them and they’ll believe they are human and that is the greatest deception because, as the above attests, the (false) self survives beyond death as a conditioned consciousness which is akin to taking pure water, freezing it, then pouring the solid lump of low, dense vibration and asking it:

“Who are thee?”.

It will point to its limits. That which it identifies as “me”. Some, with degrees, will issue commands in millimeters of their entire sketch. Others provide edicts about the chemical make up and composition whilst a few point at the “Made in China” mark on their rear end from where they sat listening to “Sit still, look ahead” as they were condensing, back when, in the refrigeration shelf. All of them, are in a sense, correct and, in the flesh, there have been many wars fought between these “religions” about whose world view is the best but its the mystic of the realm that comprehends the immense cloud of sentience from which the divine rains fell before they pooled in watery schools that flash froze them ergo, at death, he Knows the Ledge and can tell the really real from the temporal imposter at the helm and thus passes the test. That, in a nutshell, is what “Know ye not that ye are gods?” meant. According to my perspective. Here is where it gets super interesting though:

I went into this with both eyes open and the intent to illuminate the third in the mid and when this did it was like a booming explosion hit my awareness followed by an intense brightness along with colors I’d never seen in this realm. All of this seemed to sport a familiar newness which I questioned because, obviously, one does not forget something so amazing and yet why did it appear I was recollecting it? They say there is no invention in this realm and everything is a process of rediscovery which makes perfect sense as the sketch does progress because I started looking into, on spec, far older and esoteric religious texts after the revelation hit that the crucifixion on the hill was an elaborate hint about all of this but dressed in mundane threads to hide the true resonance. Read this article for a glimpse of what that meant then get back to this. Suddenly the desire to seek refs from those who had been to these realms and had detailed their adventures therein gripped me as I, obviously, wasn’t the first to turn the key and unlock the Kingdom within as, before, those words were merely on a page and now they had an internal, eternal reference. I had studied quite a few religions, had many interesting conversations with those who know them, outside and in, who answered my questions, sometimes, and others took offense. None was meant but I came to comprehend how they were, mostly, following the same “Repeat, verbatim to pass the test” programs from back when and none had actually put into practice the energetics needed to melt. Then I met Rudra.

Rudra is described as a pre-Vedic God. Meaning, he was on the scene was before the rest of the team and is seen as something of a primal force that was described as “Terrible, roaring with discontent, eradicates problems from root, flower and stem” as well as frightening explosions that then turn to sublime reversals of (mis)fortune as they reveal the tranquil bliss that is akin to the eternal calm in the midst of the maelstrom. As you can probably imagine the grin on my lips was so immense I thought it would crack my dish as here, in really old text, was a description, picture perfect, of where I’d went. Suddenly, so much made sense and the next bit clicked with this:

That was what I’d imperienced. Literally the yells and wails of frustration as sperm linked with egg and my unfinite consciousness was stitched to the helix which then caused the zygote to split and form my earthly shell. That, my friend, is the true Big Bang and, beyond this, is what I detailed in the Peacock narrative. That was another that just came as an image that carried within such immense revelation and symbolism that the text shared is merely a fragment of the whole thing as a lot of these articles I pen to chart my own progress along the steps of the Path you create by walking whilst they’re also there to help anyone else who comprehends the shadows depth and seeks freedom from this realm. The ancient texts attest:

“Rudra is one. There is no second“.

Which states the same as the previous quotation but from another point of reference. So much ignorance just melted. Its like the ice cube that was dripping onto a plate was hit with a concentrated beam of heat and I was again, momentarily, back in the cloud of undifferentiated sentience before it fell to this realm but that time felt eternal and totally tranquil hence why I said that energy moves but consciousness is still. It was also from this revelation that the concept of the Psylense did kick in as as well as the gnosis that the Ether is correct, the original internet, levels and frames of reference in the Game we play using our Souls as credits and so much more res that I haven’t even began to share yet as I’m still processing it using the limits of the flesh. Shiva (and his consort, Shakti) are classed as resonant with Rudra or another way of saying the same thing and they are worshipped via this image which links a penis, erect, and vagina as well:

Once again the symbol hides immense Knowledge within for those who comprehend the shadows depth because not only does this link, pitch perfect, with the Big Bang effect that bought us to this realm its also entirely resonant with the black hole from which even light cannot escape hence noiZ and Psylense, face to face. Man, I could get into how Rudra was, scientifically, linked to what happened with COVID and how that actually repped a transmission of consciousness to this planet and how people were herded within and literally scared to death in isolation whilst I was out, each and every day and PMs a well, soaking up the rays, intuitive, and got into the best shape I’d ever been in the flesh. I only discovered this later as another layer of revelation and imperience and, as you can imagine, my mind was blown to shreds and then stitched back together again from a cloth even finer than it was previously as each step brings progress and that is when the Path of Power became the Way of Wisdom and, once again, I was out of my depths as what got me to this level of elevation obviously wasn’t going to work next ergo I’d have to sketch a new OS inside my head and keep on trekking.

This is why I said there is but one Truth and, sadly, the world is allergic to it hence why the Rebel Mystic was classed as an infidel for tasting the same elixir from the same source of abundance, back when, and how the Game may change from one stage to the next as the spokes on the wheel do shift and tyres are replaced as well but that bit in the mid, where Yin and Yang are still as perfectly balanced opposites aka Shiva and Shakti in bliss or Jesus saying “Me and the father are one” as well as the Korans ref of the divine being closer than the vein in your neck are lyrics I’ve had the immense fortune to live and if the genesis of said events, in this incarnation, was a life filled with tears, abuse and neglect then to rail against the ones who did would be pure ignorance as its akin to gripping a hot coal with intent to fling without stopping to realize you’re an alchemist who has actually created a diamond instead hence build what death cannot destroy, my friend. Your life is perfectly specced to your current level of resonance to ascend beyond what they made you accept, back when, as a second skin and this, I strongly suspect, is why they tried to do me in but, in the end, simply directed me toward what I’d been seeking for so many previous incarnations and thus it balances in the end as this realm is a fixed loop (hence the Ouroboros) which will be proved in a few gens when the population does dip and everyone is sexing robots made of silicon as human life companions filled with artificial intelligence which isn’t but thats another topic.

Till we meet again