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You know how they say a pic is a thousand words? Take a glance and say what you see. Peer deeply before you proceed at the generated image which sits at the head of this wall of text.

Here’s what kicks:

On the surface we have someone, stylized, watching a flick that looks a lot like Truman leaving the ship on his way to his exodus from a world of make pretend. Look again.

Why is there a VR headset on what looks like an endoskeleton version of a human whilst watching a movie screen? Why so many empty seats? Where is everyone else? What is the subtext? What do you detect, my friend?

What I wished to convey via this use of modern tech is this:

There is what is real, what is fake and what never even existed in the first place plus the perceiver that makes it all possible via his grace. That is what I’ve learned so far via this adventure in the flesh:

The goggles rep seeing what one expects aka the reality tunnel effect. The Warrior digs a little deeper for he trusts not his peepers, programmed, and believes there is a little more to the sketch than Simon Says… The mechanized body is a hint of not only the forthcoming Techno Sapiens thing but also how many people, at present, live a robotic existence. The VR is stimulating the visual cortex, direct, which holds a similar resonance to the Lucifer sigil when it comes to data coming in which is quite interesting, yes? I won’t even mention biophotons and the role they play in all of this or what the Big Bang truly is and its occult link with Zinc from way back when as the fabled philosophers wool of the Alchemists…

What else? There is nobody else as it hints we interact with figments of our imagination that may or may not exist ergo, if looking from within, those chairs would be filled when, in reality, you are the only Soul in this realm. The movie is where it gets thick as its filled with occult symbolism about the true nature of reality, forces at the helm and why Plato called it a Cave, Shakespeare preferred a Stage and I say its a Game we all play using our Souls as credits:

The only limits that exist are the ones you accept and your greatest power lies on the other side of your fear and dread. Those states you’ll attempt to blame on others but, recall, they do not exist beyond what you project as its all you in the end.

There are stairs leading to the screen just like the ones via which the true man ascends as a cryptic hint that media may be used to convey more than it tells plus there is the old “What you watch and what it says” which is something I use, often, when helping clients excel as its way quicker to crack the shell of the (false) self by using a metaphorical message they comprehend thats taken to a higher res.

Anyway, not bad for some AI slop, eh? There is much more as well but I’ll let you decode that, if you wish, as this tech is going nowhere and the next few will prove there are those who follow and a few that think as mankind is divided against itself which, in the end, is exactly the same song that the race has been singing for a few thousand years and counting so its all according to keikaku then… The question is, who sees the bigger pic for as this thought imperiment proves, pretty well, what presents may not be obvious when glancing but certainly becomes Self evident once you Know the Ledge so what of the billions of bits of data that, every second, the pretender in your head rejects in order to keep its grip on your consciousness?

Till we meet again

Out of all the illusions in this realm the operation of the mind, is by, the best I have seen yet. I mean, its so amazing that its got billions of people convinced they’re humans! Of this a subset that believe themselves to be advanced as they point at stats and tech that affirm their ignorance attest:

“Yep, that right thurr is the Hard Problem and we fixed it as its self evident the brain creates consciousness, end of. No discussion needed” said the scientist.

What an idiot! I don’t blame him though, its his parents fault he’s like this and then he, in turn, will ladle hot piles of steaming ignorance in his kids as he pats them on the head for regurgitating best what another says in programming them. Do you actually know how your mind works? A famous politician once said the world is governed by totally different personages than suspected by the plebs and another chipped in with a quip that went something like this:

“Can’t you fools see through the chicanery of the machine? We are allowed to be complicit and rewarded with positions where we recite a script, as and when, to keep the charade moving“.

Or words to that effect. Probably not as poetic. I’ll let you source it. I will say, both were prominent and the latter was an expert in genociding the living but history calls him an angel, not demon, so it isn’t who you suspect… Malcolm X once said that if you aren’t careful the press will have you championing the oppressor and hissing at the oppressed and that is so accurate that they put shells in his flesh and we ain’t talking about cowries, my friend. Obviously, grokking how the mind works is intensely personal hence why I refer you to this text in which I detailed the findings of a neuroscientist who had a stroke and thus watched the equipment fail from within and how she rebuilt it.

Did you ever take your toys apart, back when, to find how they function? Better yet, how about attempting to liberate the squiggle of ink from inside a marble? Some say form provides definitions by limits to move within but what happens if you make this process recursive and constantly encroaching? Would this pic be an accurate rep of your inner realms then?

A commentator once described the skills of a purveyor of pugilism, par excellence, with a quip that was so dead on accurate that it described, perfect, how it must have felt to step into a ring with a kid with dynamite in both fists:

“He presents his opponent with a narrowing set of options that get steadily worse as they progress”.

No wonder as he hit with bad intentions and that, itself, is an immense hint about how the Game is totally mental and I mean that in the speculative as well as operative sense. On the school yard, back when, I often pondered abstract things. Like why the nerdy kids were weak and rail thin but overflowing with intelligence whilst the jocks were, in general, thick as bricks but got all the chicks, regardless. Taking it to another level I asked a friend what would kick if I took the internals of a pal he called best and put that same resonance inside the flesh of one who he detested. Then I sat there and watched the wrench of thought derail the tracks in his head as he simply could not comprehend it and wouldn’t even entertain my reasoning. This was, no doubt, the genesis of the 81/11/08 algorithm for I soon discovered that if you take ten peeps, on average, you’ll note that 8 simply cannot think like this as they are too well trained with scripts whilst more than one gets it but plays stupid on purpose. Less than one truly comprehend and they, often, come back with something fresh to challenge what you said as they too ponder at a higher res. This statement is as true now as it was then so get in where you fit in, you square watermelon.

Imagine a song plays that states the lyrics of your life, as it is. The problem is the signal is steadily corrupted by a load of noiZ and static that, eventually, overpowers the singer and thus you miss what they say. Everyone has, I’m sure, sang a song they heard spinning but totally mangled the lyrics as they heard different. This is how your mind works, in essence, as we’re within a construction that is a curious mix of melody and binary coding. Some say they are one and the same but seen from a different frame and I don’t disagree with this as sketched in this missive in which kids teach themselves as we may meet a child who does nothing but tinkle keys, day in, day out, as this does please and, eventually, he leaps to maths but now seen through the notes within and clicks, in an instant, the common links that do exist. This skill then develops to English Lit so he can pen some lyrics and thus is an a constant state of refinement that speaks his language. On the flip another may have gravitated toward drawing as he felt tone deaf. He invests the same time doing this and, one day, realizes that color palettes and musical keys definitely share some similarities and when he combines these two skills he finds math in the mid and, eventually, both come to excel in their fields, respective, but their viewpoints are holistic yet totally different. That, my friend, is a true education and not what they sell at your nearest (legally mandated) camp of concentration. I’ll let you tell why this is and you can, if you wish, extrapolate at how, in this timeline, both would become mediocre at best and disappointments to their parents as they flunked most of the tests as C grade students whereas the talent to be A+ prodigies was always there, beneath, the conditioning that trained them to fit into supposed to boxes as square watermelons instead.

Now, if you can remove this noiZ (which is built from suppressed events and live beneath your neck) you’d find you possessed a totally different mindset which hints at the presence of the predator of consciousness that feasts on Inner Sense. “Mo for me then!” he says, via the voice in your head and do you know what the kicker is? This is one false signal that is mass broadcasted on Pirate AM bandwidth to which most are so well adjusted that the FM wavelength can no longer be decoded. In old times the mystic sages of the ages were doing the equivalent of streaming ergo they set the playlist in resonance with the divine and heard, within, the music of the spheres and thus Knew how to live in resonance. A stage above this it was all about the live performance and before all of that we, to a man, used to dance and instead. Now we walk and talk instead. This is, my friend, what we all intuit is missing. Decreasing options that steadily worsen, recollect?

The so called schizo is so correct when he clicks that his mind is tampered with but saying this out loud equals a depot injection in the rear end which only exist not to fix but make them manageable instead so they don’t infect the rest of the rotten apples, barreling, down the psychosocial treadmill, Thunking:

“When I get the next X, then it will be enough and I’ll finally feel content so this horrible quest can end”.

Except, it doesn’t. Never has worked and never will but it certainly makes the tills ring, yes? The mind works like a concerto and you either conduct these elements or are a puppet on a string. Better yet, consciousness is akin to a canvas and various celestial and terrestrial aspects doth sling ink upon it. If you stand there, like an idiot, you’ll miss the co-creating aspect and this is why, I suspect, your favorite artists were high as kites when they made the art the defined a generation as it allowed them to, temporarily, slip the shackles of ignorance and get back in their true element which is Inner Sense. “How do we get there then?” says the astute reader, intuitive. Well, I’m glad you asked. The first thing one must do is comprehend they are not the voice in their head. The second is pick up a pen with the hand you don’t write with and reforge that link with the child within and listen to what they said. After this its akin to starting fresh at the gym with pink weights which means switch off the screen for a bit and start doodling or, better yet, give vent to those emotions you suppressed, back when, as two words shattered your inner realms. One guy rendered his angst via a biblical lens and drew himself as David with his father a Goliath who he felled with a sling. To him this meant everything as he was razed (not a spelling mistake) in a house that was big on tradition with a “Children should be seen and not heard” mindset where exuberance and horseplay was met with lots of threats of Hell and damnation. They certainly did this as his creative element was blockaded, super quick. Cue immense feelings of shame and guilt the moment he looked at his drawing so he came running my drop in and said:

“What the F? I feel terrible. And awesome. So ambivalent. What have you done did to my consciousness?“.

See how quick, under stress, he did regress to the very same thing, a moment ago, he was railing against? This is how your mind actually works, my friend. Trauma, timelines and trance, in full effect. Another tip is examining, with a critical lens, what you watch and what it says. Consider this article in which I mention a process as this is a great tool to help recollect the bits that are missing because most folks have a tiny fragment of conscious recollection of their time in the flesh, back when, as the rest was all suppressed as it didn’t fit the narrative. This goes times ten if one or both of your parents is dead and thus the chap in question learned to sift the filth from gold within until he gained a state of equilibrium which said:

“He was a good man and equally terrible as well who did the best he could with the limited skills in his grip and, even though he was miserable, tried to make me like him as that was the family tradition”.

His artwork came on in leaps and bounds as his nagging pains vanished with no medical help or pills. Funny how that works, isn’t it? Ultimately there is no need for me to speak of my own internal realms to thee as its best you do the Knowledge and find out for Self as its so much more productive because there will be 81% who think this is either stupid or interesting (but no point in the mid) and both will end up ignoring it as it threatens their coping mechs. 11% know the sketch but they too will not attempt as their negative polarity spin demands a “No questions asked” mindset they try and impress on the rest ergo they may try to discredit instead, loudly, from the comments section with plenty of bots like them to help share their message. 8% already Know the deal and are busy doing the Knowledge in their own language and from them there may be a section that needed a quick hint, nudged in, to point them in the correct direction as gnosis is a concept totally foreign to the officially sanctioned concentration camp effect.

Try it, see what kicks. Even if its only to prove me incorrect…

Till we meet again

For those that have felt the shadows depth they Know, for certain, that spiritual warfare is a real thing. Those who haven’t will probably shake their heads and suggest one needs to check the wrapping on their tinfoil turban and possibly get some meds. Here is why there is such a division:

Not everyone is invited to play in the shadows.

Each Soul has a mission when they step in. This is ordained by your Higher Self hence the “Starring, written and directed by me” mindset. Basically it is akin to initiation that bears a lot of resonance with the fabled test of graduation that real Ninjas underwent, back when:

You would be taught the darkest arts and fully trained to play your part. This was not a simple “one and done” kind of deal as you reincarnated into the same tribes again and again whilst honing your skills. The missing link that most don’t click is that of Shugendō. It is to Ninjitsu as Bonn is to Buddhism in the sense that the former was already a living Shamanistic tradition but didn’t gain its structure and overall mission until the latter stepped in. A clearer way of seeing this is the distinction between letter and spirit or theory and execution. The deeper meaning is there was a way, a change then synthesis. Shamans long ago learned the secrets of the three realms and thus the concept of creating what death couldn’t end in order to beget a living tradition as an immortal was lock and key for the other bit as there is no point having spiritual power, immense, then looking on at a world that was a mess. Obviously not all Ninjas were versed in this aspect as they were selected for certain roles they then chose to excel in. From this the master may pick an adept for further initiation and then this went up the chain depending on his acumen.

Now, one thing that was common was the Godan Test in which the adept, before graduating, had to develop the ability to sense intent and threats with eyes closed and from behind him. Some sources state there were no written records of this until it gained a latter day resurgence and that is primarily because it was a mouth to ear tradition in which there was way more than this as the intent was to develop blindsight or, as Chinese parallel, Wei Qi which is guardian energy. The idea is that before anything can manifest in the physical realm there is a swing in the subtle planes which the adept must sense as this becomes the guidance that means the difference between life and death. In the Godan Test it was literal as the adept sat, kneeling, with a blindfold on his head whilst his master slowly crept up behind him with sword in grip and intent to behead. As you can probably guess there were no second chances in this as it was either a pass or death. I’m sure the astute reader sees where reincarnation steps in and why the training would commence from the moment they stepped in to the skin again via things as obtuse as sensory deprivation down to the more practical like noting terrain and estimating distance. Most of this was presented as play for that is the childs forte and forms a solid bridge to the non-phys via way of imagination which, as any practical magickian will tell, is the key to everything. Now thats out of the way lets bring something ancient to modern times with:

Just because we developed tech and electric to extend the senses doesn’t mean the old methods are dead. If anything they are more intense because there are less tapped in ergo the bandwidth is immense. So is the potential for madness which explains, really well, what schizophrenia truly is and why so many modern masters flipped their lids via either Chi deviation or straight up possession. Shades of Star Wars, yes? What if I said those events in the flick were based not on the imagination of Hollywoods spells but on the real life events on another continent, way back when? If you screeched for evidence and peer reviewed credence all I can say is read the Vedic scripts and draw you own parallels as the links are obvious… This land, to this day, is filled with people who can do some pretty strange things like asking a stranger to dip their hands in a bowl of rice from which the reader tells them everything about where they’ve been and what comes next. I mean, have you ever considered why the modern world thinks India’s contribution overall is a big fat nothing when it comes to all of this? Because its true. They invented zero as a concept. Ponder the depth of the sketch and then look into the true origins of chess and you’ll see a common military thread and cross pollination as Ninjas used mudras (hand seals) and spirituality as a weapon as per Naga Sadhus as well. The entire concept of spiritual wars is documented in texts such as the Arthashastra and Atharvaveda as well as the more practical elements that strongly suggest that, at present, the wars of the heavens now rage in the hearts and minds of men aka the Kali Yuga effect. All of that said:

Seeing spiritual warfare as an initiation process is supremely empowering and it matches exactly with what I’ve lived as I don’t merely speak these lyrics but bear witness to the events. Above all of this, then and now, there is the Higher Self or OverSoul. It can be looked at (and seen) as a octopus type thing of intense illumination from which drip the tendrils of each incarnation. This is what the Shaman mastered and its linked to pretty much every single native tradition ranging from the Indian Lokas to Aborigine Songlines as well as the Land of Souls as per Ho-Chunk mythos. In each the initiate risked death and the process turned boys to men with events akin to taking the tainted cloth of childhood with its past life karmas and trauma imprints then steam cleaning them before a swift press so they’re totally fresh and ready for what lies ahead. Net result? A populace that was spiritually linked in, aware of their gifts, heritage and, crucially, mission in this realm ergo much less conflict. Not that it wasn’t needed but you did what you were equipped and the Ninja spent lifetimes going around the wheel doing his dharma until time for liberation.

In the modern age all of this has been waylaid as tales, primitive, but I can offer you a simple test that may just change everything:

Go into a forest, dense, and walk through till you find a tree that is quite thick. You should be able to press your torso into its trunk then hold it with your arms and legs so you’re totally suspended. Keep doing this on the reg and then something very interesting will happen. I recollect, from a past spin, when my guide asked me, as a curious jit, to place my mind into one tree then another. I detailed those things in this text and thus you’ll see what I mean and why I type like this as you can do the same thing with your seeds to question how they access info from beyond this realm – aka the true Innernet – and how school severs this link for the square watermelon effect. Now, some people are totally oblivious to all of this and that is because their energetics are, shall we say, materially oriented. There are others who are more attuned but they also run the risk of depression or being highly sensitive as well as the good old fashioned schiz. A lot of people who becomes singers or have immense talents are of this ilk and may, unconsciously, weave their gnosis into what they present. Van Gogh was a perfect example as his Moon in Scorpio links mind with the 8th house which is a portal to beyond this realm hence why the whirls and swirls he draw were recently confirmed as existing underneath the visual bandwidth reality presents. That is guardian energy or seeing the unseen but used in a different way.

Astrology is the key to decoding reality but not in the modern airy fairy way it was, back when, the biggest secret of initiates and can be seen, at present, with the common fascination with celebs which attempts to elevate mere humans to the level of a cosmic process but even this follows a rhythm hence the axiom of “As above, so below” in full effect. Knowing this and decoding your own blueprint generates immense strength as you meet your weaknesses, see shadow aspects and clear karmas as well. This is what the ancient cultures knew well as they had a living tradition in which the Shaman decided who got married and when (in case of energetic balance) as well as doling out herbs and solutions as this team was his terrain and he would navigate by leading the way from subtle to gross elements. As you can tell all of that is missing but recollect how people followed their GPS off a cliff and you’ll see the design is still etched within and its also used, really well, as the basis of Fascism. A quick quip is how, in your flesh, there are fasical networks of tension that hold within all you have suppressed and repressed to create the (false) self with its voice in head effect that keeps hid, really well, that you aren’t the one jabbering but that which listens. This is the luminous extension from the numinous octopus and the victim of spiritual warfare, on realization, flips the script to victor instead as the start is identical but ends quite different.

This development is arrested in the modern age as adepts are waylaid from their true links and with it their Soul purpose as well which can be seen, really well, in celebs who get everything but feel empty as hell along with regular folk who walk away from everything and do something fresh because they hear the call and listen. When this intention of tension first came to this realm the ancients were well aware of its all encompassing presence and thus created all types of rituals to strengthen their links as well as the immense stone edifices that are dotted around the planet with curiously celestial links. The more you Know, eh? Anyway, the meta I use is that of coal to diamond. If no one else has felt the pressure or shift its easy to see how they may think you’re off you’re head as they see the world through a lens that is black, dense and soft as hell. Thing is it has common resonance and mass acceptance ergo that which is still within but clear, hard and presents a jagged edge of higher consciousness is totally invisible to them and they cannot sync in. The Shaman would refine this stone to strip away the excess and this may or may not be an immensely oblique yet direct ref to the Diamond Body of immortals that is reffed in Buddhists texts as the goal to attain above all. Like I said, nothing changed but a once global tradition fragmented into many elements that were either co-opted, diluted or brutally suppressed. The Wests material ascent with plenty of gunpowder on deck was instrumental in this but its equally telling how the ones on the thrones, in private, used said methods. Just look into the original secret agent to spot the overlap.

Now, when you come face to faceless with the numinous in this realm it is akin to being dragged, kicking and screaming, from Platos Cave of comfortable ignorance. From shadows and flame to seeing the searing Sun blazing overhead is one heck of a difference but it was all ordained by ones Higher Self as this reforges the link between present moment incarnation and subtler aspects with their Knowledge within. The forces at the helm, at present, are the origins of the Trickster myth ergo the path they present is crooked as hell and paved with thorns as well but if you can grasp this tenet then you click you are the protagonist and its all happening in ordinance with a larger script. Some may see this as coping mech and, for them, it may be just this but I’ve lived what I share and thus its most accurate as without this gnosis I’d either be outsane or dead before waiting to get back in to the flesh again and do the dance which leads to the ultimate liberation. This is why some lives are hard and babies are scarred before they have even taken a step as the pain glows like a beacon that contains an immense amount of strength wrapped in papers of fear and dread. Claim not and your Opponent will (aka the machine elves) and you’ll be left wandering in the forest of illusion looking for an island filled with lesbians.

These are Soul level lessons and it is akin to what Richard Pryor said about J-Bo getting a triple life sentence which can only manifest as living, meeting death, coming back then being moved from the cradle straight to the pen with a “You know what you did, get your little ass in there!” yell. Truth in jest as he too lived his lyrics with a life most intense. Once again, 8th house in full effect with Mercury, Venus and Mars in Libra which means he was struggling to balance his mind, women and destructive impulses. Once you can read the stars it is akin to seeing the code of the Matrix, my friend. Then things make way more sense about this hologram we project and why I said you’re the only Soul in this realm as you can run, pick up sticks, move to a new town and still end up in the same script with others playing the roles as there is way more to all of this. The vast majority, presently, are not attuned to this but 8% are and they will hear me on FM as, before this, it was akin to being born into the village of blind with a working third eye and thus seeing what others miss.

Hopefully this addresses the reason why so many people with intense spiritual potential find their life is a total mess as its a very empowering mindset that shows you were not born to be a regular coal or square watermelon but are actually a Soul on a mission that is built on skills from old spins hence why they may find they escape the blade with head intact for graduation on this spin and what was once seen as a foe with dread is revealed as a teacher instead that your Higher Self placed into position as a manifestation of its will to fuel your ascent and reconnection with the all of everything of whom you are an aspect wearing flesh but, mostly, invested in an illusion that rewards confusion via collusion in accepting the ridiculous via a strictly limited material aspect which is why your parents sent you off for two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead” when the ancient methods were way different as life itself was a learning process. For evidence look how disconnected we are from natures thread and tell me what happens when you’ve clung to the tree for a bit and felt its wisdom and resonance permeate your presence because they are the terrestrial counterpoint of the stars I mentioned as they contain the datasets of what kicks on the planet. This, once again, is a very common thread ranging from Shinto traditions to the whole Vedic reference of going to the forests to learn as well ancient Druids, Norse and Africans which, to this day, survives as the Santa myth whose reindeer and sleigh flights came from those long dark nights of the Soul experienced by Shamans who tripped on the shrooms that were sniffed out by animals along with things like psychoactive barks packed with three day length hallucinogens that act as a reset switch for all types of anxiety, stress and addictions via a trip which relinks the present moment to the eternal resonance as its all one thing – itself “no thing” – that is everything ergo the invention of zero was a huge revelation that ties together all of this and offers hints about why Bloods, Crips, boxers and politicians all fight over blue and red whilst spiritual adepts, worldwide, ref a golden circle around head as the living testament of a link beyond this realm…

Much like the Godan Test I mentioned at the head it is a walk into the darkest aspects where only he who successfully faces death realizes its an illusion to transcend but, after this, wood is still chopped and water carried as well for one came to the flesh for what it brings along with the true business of living which is, to me, Self realization. Seeing with the third and first mind (in the gut) can make one seem like a nut with a screw loose in a world whose past, present and future is tense but it also explains, really well, why back pain is a medical mystery and Reich was written out of the official story, expeditiously, as he made the link between inner and outer realms aka the Pane Body effect of a coal that has not yet clicked its diamond bright resonance. To those who have lived and created the Path they make by taking steps:

Each thing you have survived is proof and testament of all I said. Events that would have ended the lesser only revealed your true strength whilst aligning your resonance so know you are protected, hear the Psylense within and it will guide your actions, impeccable. You were born with all the gifts you need to be who you are supposed to manifest in this realm – the hardest level – ergo its all for the win so the war is not between you and anything out there but what dwells within the shadows depth of accepted ignorance. This is the key to trance ending the predator of consciousness.

Till we meet again

Its lonely where I’m at because nobody else sees my thesis. Not yet at its apex for its still a work in progress that, every ray, is upgraded in res. The components are alive, fluid and vivid. The diametric opposite of what kicks in the internal OS of those who accept the “Sit still, look ahead” programming that was poured in, back when. Square watermelons, I call them. But the Warrior – he is born to rebel. I learned two things from my sojourn in the various camps of concentration:

How to balance my chair on two legs and staring at the back of someones head till they turned and looked at me.

The rest was irrelevant as it only prepped thee to be a cog in the System, invisible. My grand theory? Well, I posit that consciousness is all there is and we are it, wearing flesh. I used the meta of a canvas splashed with ink in this text and that, my friend, is what you call your self concept aka John of House Smith. It isn’t accurate. No, more like a bad habit that forms the neuronal patterns of activation known as your DMN. A telling acronym, yes? The Default Mode Network is akin to a mask you’ve been wearing for so long that you real skin and true visage are obscured by it. Remove it and people yelp. Take enough shrooms and ego death do kick which is its temporary dissolution or shave your head, don a robe and think of nothing for a bit and the same things happens. They call it transcendence which strongly suggests that man has been hypnotized, yes? Its totally accurate. I mean did you know a babies brainwaves on stepping in are the same as the Adulterated version under the influence of a hallucinogen? Better yet, a few years hence, they shift into Theta waves which is linked, yet again, with profound hypnosis.

Put these bits together and what do you get?

Yes. A mechanical existence aka the Click-Whirr effect in which the left hemisphere of your head (held hostage by the predator of consciousness) rearranges the chairs on deck as the Titanic doth sink further into ignorance. Imagine the ship had some speedboats that could become rocketpacks as well. What then? If nobody else acted like anything was amiss as the plus side, body positive model sings (off key) with as much Autotune as you can handle who would think different? Only a madman or fool. Ironic how this is the first card in the Tarot deck and symbolism therein, yes? See, we are all, each and every one, on a Hero’s Quest whose aim is transcendence. There is that word again! Remember how I said they’re thoughts held hostage? Consider this when thinking about the common link between every religion that exists and loads of myths as well because if things weren’t super sketch when it came to wearing flesh in this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits then why the F would some place else send prophets then? Ponder this, my friend, and reality rearranges itself into something like this:

We are gods wrapped in ignorance that were raised via false mothers who offered tainted milk and then sent into a world, cold and unfeeling, hence the square watermelon effect. See why I said its lonely as heck thinking like this and why my spherical form seems to present a sharp edge taken as a threat by those sitting in cubicles, thinking:

“One day I’ll do it. Until then, its got to perfect” as they sketch their ideal on a napkin in between rounds of shift work and ass kissing for ascent up the corporate pyramid. Life is what kicks when you’re busy doing other things then so, like Ferris said, stop and look for a bit or you may miss the gift of the present moment that was always there for unwrapping…

Basically, the human race has been selectively been numbed and dumbed by a force that may not be of this realm but certainly has a specific intent. That may sound pretty wild but PKD posited VALIS and then never said if he reffed the Prime itself, an alien consciousness or techno tricks with silicon wings and a whimsical bent along with the possibility that the protagonist may simply be off his head and in need of meds. Part autobiography and the rest exploration of Self it was his most visionary novel when it came to the Two-Three-Seventy Four event in which a fish sent a laser beam at his third eye that caused hm to detect a birth defect in his son who was saved by this psychic prognosis when the Doctor decided to relent and check to see if he was correct. Another real world sync is the legend of Patient AB who, out of the blue, heard voices from a neuroscientist spirit that said:

“Be not afraid” and then went on to detail her inflamed brain stem and other problems that needed a fix. Deciding to listen she followed its whims and, wouldn’t you know it, they were correct. Again. After this they said thanks and left. The end. Or is it the beginning of a new frontier worthy of examination that science, at present, totally rejects but each ancient culture, back when, took as Self evident. John Lilly went into the shadows depth with his work on dolphin intelligence but his adventure needs its own text as its wacky as hell but, once again, most discount it. This brings us to Jung who spent sixteen years, inspired by vivid dreams, creating the work we know as the Red Book, back when. He never intended it to be published as he feared it would tear his rep and credibility of psychology itself to shreds. Remember, science advances one funeral at a time which strongly suggests there are none so blind as the ones with closed minds that believe, fervently, their “god” is true. With that said, lets pull up a pew and talk for a few on CGs trip into the depths of his awareness and what he found, therein:

There is one common thread between my Self, he and PKD which can be summed up best with the spell “overwhelm“. Once you’ve got familiar with the shadows depth its painfully obvious that the you you once invested in as the sum total of excellence is actually an Untermensch with a massive ego complex that tells huge fibs about its specialness. What he encountered in his shadow aspects were parts of him, distinct, and loads of others as well. Read that back again. Autonomous agents of awareness with their own agenda and intelligence. Some of them, like Philemon, were way smarter than him and assisted in teaching things way beyond his ken whilst Salome, Elijah and the Red One had their own roles as well that seemed totally independent of him but, somehow, subtly interlinked. A modern sync I found of interest is how many people on DMT trips meet the same blue woman that emits a radiance of beatific intelligence but, of most interest, is the common thread of anamnesis in which the seemingly new is what you actually Knew, really well, before the veil of flesh fell and made you believe the story in your head. From this lens the so called schiz is but a malfunctioning mystic that drowns in the currents of higher consciousness where the Shaman swims. Its also telling how this malady went full tilt at the same time the Ind Rev attempted to make cogs of men to fit into a bigger pic as designed by an architect who thinks a few gens ahead. Make of that what you will…

PKD made this vid way before Bill & Ted took a trip and the whole world laughed at him:

And yet, to us now, it seems eerily prescient. Recollect he penned the realm in which we’re about to live with digital totalitarianism and faked out synthetic bliss plus robots masquerading as human along with VR as well the best:

That information is alive and the main thing. Its all about how you interpret it aka your resolution. This is the basic framework of the Simulation Hypothesis and I am almost certain its totally accurate as I died and came back again which strongly suggests we’re immortals wearing flesh, yes? The Gnosis came in immense chunks of datasets that then took extended periods of isolation and cogitation as I booked sober trips into the depths of my subconscious and met, wouldn’t you know it, autonomous agents with their own intent as well as past life things and whole loads of bits I’ve detailed in articles. I will state that, at this point, I was unaware of the Red Book and had read maybe a handful of PKDs thoughts on the topic. There is good reason for this as I’d deduced the (false) self is a great mimic and, worse still, it can pimp an unaware consciousness with its tricks hence why I’ve met (and irritated) loads of drug fueled “bodhisattvas” who truly believe their rubrik without a trace of the ironic as they watched some youtube vids about a dude talking about the Book of the Dead and then they lit their pipe and felt the vibes shift as they saw exactly what they expected. After my NDE I looked into this field religiously, both in the literal and speculative sense, and found that the iconography was identical with followers of the Middle Way seeing Budes as well as Jewish dudes and ettes that met Jesus himself and Knew, with every aspect of their being, that he was He along with Hindus meeting their icons as well. Common in all of this was what I’ve termed the Be Kind, Rewind effect where you get the iconography of the tunnel, a light at the end, boundless affection and people awaiting your presence but before this kicks your life does a backspin like a Korean B-Boy wearing a Kangol, Gazelles and Cazal frames may actually be the same Soul that lived in the Mecca of Hip Hop, back when and is simply reanimating the gifts as the Soul has no color or religious script, as far as I can tell, but we carry these impressions within from one life to the next.

I found answers in the Vedic texts as they sketched Samskaras that are said imprints that are the main cause of reincarnation which made so much sense but what totally flipped my lid was the realization that your ancestors live within and the Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl hence this spin being a sampled record built of bits of other trips so, for example, the B-Boy could recollect his Bronx born existence that fuels his passion for head spins but, during the day, he works in info tech as a data analyst from which he blows off steam and vents with a dose of Ketamine in which his mind drifts into the abyss of nothingness which was something he Knew, really well, in another life as a Shamans apprentice. Its all interlinked hence the name of this text is going beyond the Red Book & Exegesis as both Jung and PKD were visionaries in this lane yet both hesitant as the world in which they lived was so different. I am privileged to exist now as I get to stand on the shoulders of giants after trips to the depths of my awareness where I found pathnotes identical but with no Ctrl C, Ctrl V effect as I read them after I’d made my sketch when I was trying to find views that contradict my mindset hence why I suggest that thee, my friend, believe not a thing I’ve said but instead commence your own spiritual awakening then share what you find with me as, unlike those who came previously, I have no sponsorships or concerns about peoples statements on my mental health (or lack therein) as one of the best things about gaining Gnosis is you give not a single F about what another thinks as they are, in the end, projections of Self which is a totally mind bending concept to get but once it clicks things are super simple from then on hence.

This entire site is, like my life, a continual work in progress. I recently started making vids to distill my visions into smaller pieces for the masses to digest and said in this bit that I sometimes read back something I penned, back when, and grin at how accurate it is and what it said about things that hadn’t happened yet but it all makes sense in retrospect. Here’s a prediction:

In the next fifty years we’ll see people move away from tech as they get its fake as hell so they’ll crave the really real again. This will lead to a renaissance of the genuine and folks will begin to see the mysteries that abound around them whilst tapping in to subtle realms as we get that death doesn’t exist ergo the taxes they pimp from all the money thats fit to print is an immense swizz designed to keep people in sync to a calendar that, itself, is suspiciously skew whiff. I mean, from Septus till Deca its seven to ten but they’re months nine through twelve instead? What the F? Why do we celebrate the birth of Christ on December Twenty Fifth when the still living Coptic tradition places it on Nine Eleven instead and, get this, the book of Revelation with its astrology encoded in verifies this as the sky cannot lie but we venerate false stars of celebs instead… Like I said, its all interlinked as we’re within a fractal but by far the most amazing bit about dying and coming back again was the anomalous:

No tunnel. No light at the end. No person waiting with bated breath for me. What I met was a state I termed the Psylense as it bought that clear mind and vision to me, totally serene. I Knew this place, super well, and felt I’d never left. In the flesh my DMN was offlining, quick, as my vital fluids were flowing into the Ether then I felt a wave of awareness. Not voice in head effect but more subtle and delicate like an affectionate caress of pure consciousness that carried its own intelligent resonance that said:

“He is dying“.

I looked without eyes, curious to see. It was me. Near the end and almost out of breath. No “Its not your time. Go back!” tricks or little DMT machine elves pretending to be that and this. Just me and the all of everything of which I am as intimate and interconnected as waves and ocean. Its a very, very weird feeling seeing your face from anothers perspective, third person, and stranger still it was mad contorted as death closed in. I looked on with curious amusement and then a few things happened in various dimensions at the exact same instance and I was back in the flesh, choking for breath and trying to figure what kicked. The most interesting thing was just before his happened I watched my forefinger lift and press my philtrum and when I was relinked to skin both of my arms were waving overlapping circles in front of my chest and abdomen. Eventually I stabilized back into real life as my brain did wheelspins and the DMN struggled to make sense of what just tore through it and the filters of perception it had built via a life of ignorance designed purely for survival in an urban environment. Since then I’ve learned a bit about a little so imagine my grin when it clicked that the the point above lip is called GV Twenty Six from the TCM lens and its used for emergency revival and, better still, the arm waving bit was transferred from the Daoist alchemists that state it harmonizes the Shen which is your divine awareness. I, like the Korean B-Boy, knew none of this, back when, but now get that they were bits gleaned from previous lives I’d lived as well as help in the nonphysical realms as there is more to heaven and earth, my friend…

Basically, I am saying that the call to adventure came, back when, and I rejected it but was then dragged, kicking and screaming, through the heights and depths of consciousness hence going beyond the book colored red and PKDs attempts at making sense of a laser beam toting fish that told him he was a secret agent of huge import in a mission against forces which suppressed the masses via means of massive tricks designed to keep them at he helm and the rest subservient. Jung came to the same conclusion but used words way different as he stated that the mind may exist way before the brain was present and how there are forces modulating the access which explains things like syncs, ESP and dreams, precognitive. The fact that most humans cannot access said res hints that both were entirely correct and, from my ken, its a whole load weirder as well because I’ve spoke to psychonauts, meditators and real, genuine Shamans as well as advanced spiritual adepts, dyed in the wool occultists and many regular folk as well in order to find the common threads and resonance because this is, as I said in this text, my last life in this realm ergo its supposed to be intense to test ones mettle and acumen whilst clearing old burdens as well because, like Jesus said, only what stepped in can leave at the end aka the Kemetian “Heart weighed against a feather” thing which syncs in real well with why reincarnation is a side effect of life addiction and so many other things as we are more powerful than we have been lead to believe, my friend. The alchemist makes the shift to golden hued consciousness instead by daring to Know the Ledge but when you stare at the abyss and find it blinks with intelligence the so called schiz decodes the eyes as external whereas the Warrior clicks its an aspect of him hence man cannot create a worm but generates gods by the dozen…

Can I clearly and cogently express the ineffable? In Sanskrit, back when, maybe. Here? Now? In English? Well, isn’t that a mission considering its half a language that is flipped and then inverted where the vibrations and energetics are often opposite to generate incoherence in its adherents. What I feel would be way more effective than waxing lyrical would be to share tools instead of views to generate said states within but, once again, the modern world as it is is the polar opposite as you need a clear, quiet mind to hear the Psylense and how in the F can you do that when brainrot is standard equip thanks to psychedelic tech thats designed to blow your mind? And thats before the Synths step in and humans get augmented as well. Just like PKD said. I strongly suspect he was more than correct on a lot of his personal ponderings and how his work was of immense importance to sow the seeds of awakening by telling truth as fibs in a world that accepts the flip then attempts to kill anyone who contradicts their own pet theory or perspective (usually inherited) of “how it is”. Isn’t that strange, my friend? Jung said the same thing with people mistaking, frequent, social conventions for personal convictions as well as their near total ignorance of unconscious influence and Kingdom within them.

This “reality” is merely a layer. A thin crust, dead, on top of a living, breathing thing. Many ancient cultures Knew this and lived appropriate. Its a tell that they all adopted a Five Element mix with Spirit/Ether being at the head whilst the modern West was built with this element absent hence the staunchly materialist. Confucius may have said that signs and symbols rules everywhen, not words and laws. This, from my view, it totally correct and to expand on it using modern refs:

There is what you watch on your Tell Lie Vision Set and what it reflects, within. Meaning, you are seeing a thousand words per second in a visual medium that creates the illusion of movement using the veil of a black cube, static, which ancient cultures on the planet linked with Saturn as ruler of space and time. As an odd sync the Abrahamic cliques with their three religions of discontent between themselves are also built around the same image but subtly hidden or obscured a little bit. For the rest, tuning in, they hold the same in their fist as the new opiate of the masses pimps their CNS and allows them to have the world at their fingertips so, either way, we’re all going beyond the veil. The question is, are you following or being lead?

Till we meet again