The Truth of “Reality” Would Drive a Normal Man Crazy

Life, in many respects, follows the bell curve distribution in which the herd sit firmly in the mid and accept whatever the order of the ages doth present. To them “reality” is beyond question. And for quite a few reasons as well. Chief among them is everyone is doing it, the feeling of belonging this brings, the fact that a babies brain is in the same state as an adult under the influence of a hallucinogen mixed with the next blip which shifts their neurology into a stage of hypnosis. All of this whilst being bombarded with programming from parents, peers, celebs and the rest whilst simultaneously expanding their horizons within the confines of a clear cube of limits aka the square watermelon effect. This imagery is most potent as it highlights A) the true cause of the midlife crisis, B) why you’re constantly chasing the next bit of validation and C) why you can’t sit still and simply injoi life without the need for endless distractions.

If you peel away these veils then something far more intricate and dense does present itself. This the so called schizo knows well hence his reaction is the only sane one but there are those, now and past (future as well), that do the same but recalibrate at each state with new datasets. We call them mystics. Each religious sect has its own aspect that were looked at as fringe heretics and such things. Previously they were known as witches for this stream of natural gnosis, back when, was passed down the feminine line. Not to say men were not pitching in, as they were, but this all stems from the imprint of hunting versus foraging ergo the traditions run deep. I mean, read this thread for what I said about a documentary I watched back when and how scientists were amazed to find that mere animals knew how to locate an analgesic and other healing tonics from the bush to create a poultice. This is what they stripped from the collective consciousness in order to sell patented chemicals instead to fix the ills they, themselves, are creating!

The truth of “reality” would drive a normal man crazy.

The fact that anyone who questions the official script is seen as a lunatic or conspiracy theorist should be enough of a tell, yes? I mean, when did you stop? Asking questions, that is? I haven’t and never will because this is the hallmark of the state I’ve termed Inner Sense. It, as its name suggests, is an innate resonance that wishes to comprehend and reality test everything. Life though gets in the way because many parents are exasperated by this incessant stream of curiosity that does not relent so they wring the authority bell of “Because I said so” which causes them to retreat into their shell. This is then echoed at school by asking a Q and having the class laugh as you keep pressing down upon your own potential as the desire to fit in is that immense. Remember the curve distribution I mentioned? Well, at one end you have the profoundly retarded that cannot do the most simple things and yet one trip over a city in a helicopter and they can draw a perfectly scaled representation of such thing or perform intense mathematical calculations in an instant. Note, they didn’t go to school for this so from whence comes this wisdom?

The truth of “reality” would drive a normal man crazy.

What I said about the so called idiot savant really attests to this as they don’t fit the mold but what leaks instead shows there is more, way more, to the sketch that the official story does attest. On the other end we have the genuine, bonafide mystic who doesn’t just happen to click the truth by accident. No, its an ongoing effort. From one life to the next in which he simply will not relent and then, at one point, he builds what death cannot destroy and then its on! What I mean by this is whilst they may have wiped your mind, electronic, in between incarnations they cannot dim the magnetic resonance of what beats in your chest and it recollects. Thing is it only speaks in silence and how can that compete against the voice in your head that jibber jabbers without relent? Find the gap between the thoughts and use your intent to crowbar open the doors of perception, my friend. This is exactly what was meant by Jesus being crucified on a hill that was Aramaic for your head as the two thieves rep the hemispheres of your head ergo we are the Gz, us! Wonderful, isn’t it? Being filled with wonder, I meant. Got to ponder how they flipped the lex on awful though, yes? See, words are thoughts held hostage and thus the programming language that formed your inner realms needs Self authoring at some point if you truly wish to transcend. Get it? “Trance, end”. Its all so obvious when seen as nothing is hidden from the eyes of wisdom which, once again, is an eloptic hint about the third in the mid becoming illuminated and seeing the Game for what it is…

The reason why I said what I did at the head of this article is very simple.

If you were handed a map of a town that said “This is what it is and how you get from A to Z” most would be perfectly content in following the script and walking along tracks, pre-etched. As you can imagine this would lead to no type of innovation as very few would question who created diagram and from what elevation? “What was the intent? Why do they say there are twenty six letters in the English alphabet when its Self evident there is double this as each upper and lower case variant is its own glyph?”. See what I mean about nothing being hid, my friend? Now, the mind that comes to this type of conclusion would have intuitively rebelled against everything, back when, and got plenty of school reports that said he had immense talent but never concentrated and was frequently disruptive as he yelled out whatever was in his head with no respect for the teacher at the head or the rest of the students, diligent. That is because he sensed the squaring of the melon trick and did his best to not acquiesce as it was a demonstration of free will that rejects the System and its programming. Now, if we look at the rest the ones that bowed heads and grinned when an A was presented on the test to check who regurgitated best whatever Simon Says we’d note they would fit in really well with the world that was built. They’d also have a load of other problems to which they outsource solutions that merely mask symptoms and I’d be willing to bet that quiet introspection was totally alien to them. The wonderer, on the flip, would still be drawing his own conclusions about everything ergo only 8% of the populace are truly capable of awakening. The rest simply cannot handle the shift in voltage as their neural circuits are ill equipped due to years of neglect for they wear a well worn groove in their head with thoughts they can predict before they’re expressed. Ask one of them how they can be the voice in their head when they’re obviously that which listens and some will grin with an “Oh yeah!” before having it swiftly edited from the record and carrying on as intended. Question them again about where in the heck we must be, currently, if there is even a need for someone to send prophets that another side kills dead to generate profits instead as their adherents argue among themselves and you’ll be met with stares of blankness. Some may yell “Death to the infidel!” as you contradict their programming and thus they take it as a diss whilst only those used to pushing the envelope and watching it bend will truly comprehend the shadows depth.

That is where the magic happens, you know? Its why I said its a Game of three halves, my friend, as there is what you know you know (aka the conscious content of your head) what you know you don’t (like how to solve the Riemann Hypothesis) and then permeating all of this we have an immense veil of ignorance that most do not even suspect exists as they never stepped from A to Z then wondered what happens if they kept on moving and grooving to encounter a Path they create by walking which is lower case. See why money is called “Capital” yet? If they did they’d find a place that was dark, scary and interesting. Sit for a while and you’ll find your inner child and then the rest makes way more sense as, together, you set off on a Hero’s Quest to get back to heart centered consciousness. Literally every single movie you’ve ever watched is about this, in some way, and watching someone else put the work in presents a balm to soothe the pains you won’t admit. Its why I said that sitting alone in a totally silent, all white room for forty five minutes with no distractions will cause the most well trained to flip their lids as there is nowhere to escape and thus you will, inevitably, come face to face with your inner realms…

Here is the problem:

Anyone who goes against the script is seen as being off his head as the System protects your investment in it. No matter how lucid or cogent their argument it is, in effect, useless if it remains second hand gnosis because it is not you mapping your own inner terrain but playing another Game of Simon Says. As you have probably guessed, the masses are super great at this and the reality pimps know this. I mean, just try this test and see what happens. Interesting, isn’t it? I’ve penned over eight hundred articles and have recently came to this conclusion but then the question is was that a waste of effort or simply tools of increasing refinement that will lead, inevitable, to finding the one single statement, resonance or question that effortlessly cracks everyones programming and thus sets them off on a quest for gnosis? I think it is because its obvious the world is awakening hence the System amps the pressure to conform as trauma imprinting and terror manipulating is what it does best but once you get you are the only Soul in this realm and how watching the news is bad for your health you’ve gained your starter for ten when it comes to Knowing the Ledge and awakening the Warrior within. The reason I penned that term, back when, was due to the whole A – Z effect I mentioned as that way is broad, well lit and filled with amusements as its externally based on signs and symbols accepted but never questioned. The lower case adventure is intensely personal and this is why every single piece of post you get that has to do with dividends or remuneration has your name in ALL CAPITALS. Don’t believe? Put it to the test and let the letters pile up for a month before opening with two piles and you’ll see why its like this. What if you were actually living a masked existence and believed the face, reflected, was accurate? Would you rather Know whilst living or invest in the illusion till the end before doing it all again? See why I said the truth of “reality” would drive a normal man outsane as the previous words that were said in this article all came to a head with that last statement so if you reverse engineer the process you’ll see how its all interlinked and as subtle as it is Self evident. I mean, before reading how many of you clicked there were actually fifty two letters in the English alphabet? Dual reality, in full effect.

Till we meet again

Spiritual Warfare as an Initiation Process

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

Going Beyond the Red Book & Exegesis

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

Area Managers vs the CEO

Lets pretend you work in a franchise operation as a mid level kind of dude. Heck, you could swing from the top of the tree and be a branch manager, if you wish, as that much is irrelevant. What matters is there is a structure and you’re within a position where you know the guys who know the guy who runs the whole thing. He is a busy man but, according to legend, he started this whole thing from zilch and values nothing but honesty and clear feedback from those handling his biz on his behalf. Here is where it gets interesting.

You are poring over the ins and outs one day and notice the math isn’t mathing. Your business doesn’t work in mere currencies printed out of nothing. No, it deals with the fabric of life itself:

Emotions.

What you’ve noticed is an immense irregularity that seems to, somehow, keep on handing out the best to a limited section whilst the rest get a fairly equal smattering of the detritus with some occasional samples of bliss thrown in. There is another quadrant that seems to get nothing but stick without even a hint of carrot and they have the roughest time of all. Because you’re linked in you are above all of this but have a curious intent along with a sympathetic chest plus you adhere to the Prime principles of doing unto others as you’d have them do unto you. Here’s the problem:

There is no way this can be chance. You have no idea if the past was like this as those datasets are beyond your spec but, based on intuition, you comprehend that something is very, very wrong with the script. You do not know, yet, what the true cause is and thus don’t wish to present half a case and thus you keep it in the back of your mindset. You note that one of your cases is due a huge win and this makes you grin as he deserves it as he’s steered his ship through some pretty wild seas and thus the feeling of a nice breeze and some warming sun on his skill will most certainly be welcome. Fortuitously, you bump into him a few months hence and notice there is a problem as he seems immensely stressed. When questioned he responds that the mess just gets more intense but says less and keeps it moving. In the office you check his recs and, to your surprise, his credit became a debit for the same event which makes absolutely no sense so you decide to approach your branch manager. Before you can do this your secretary says he’s called for a meet and has invited you, via jet, to come to the island where the execs manage things. You can’t quite believe your luck as its a thing of legend and often means a pay elevation so you are full of pith and vinegar as you step onto the tarmac and are greeted, well.

Settling in your take in the surroundings and they are super plush. Like far beyond what you’d expect. There are others there too from various branches and they too are bowled over by the sheer luxury presented and you are all wondering what you’re doing there. The leader of operations states:

“Welcome to the island of the team of which we are requesting you become a piece“. He then launches into a spiel about how the parts make up the whole thing and how the work is mysterious and important whilst stroking the egos of all those present as hey’re about to be educated in the real ins and outs of the Game. He says:

“This is mere window dressing. A treadmill, if you will. We call it a class in session that never ends for the plebs as they’ll never comprehend and thus will not pass the test“. This is totally new news to you as, as far as you can tell, the aim of this thing was whatever the person wished. At least, thats what the charter of incorporation said. He continues:

“If the people are too stupid to rebel and accept steadily worsening conditions then its a sign we need to up the repression and withdraw privileges in order to ensure they get the lesson we’re teaching”. A glint appears in his eye. You cannot really yet, tell the depth of this message but listen, nonetheless. “You are on the cusp of something that can change your life. Not just yours but your family as well, for generations”. He hands out loads of envelopes, intricate, that contain the staff members names etched in block capital text. You open yours and discover two pieces of paper that sport an identical letterhead that looks very similar to company print except there is one difference. For now, we’ll skip this as what catches your attention is a very detailed list of every T you didn’t cross and I’s that remained undotted. “What the heck?” you said, under your breath. A quick glance around the office shows similar looks of consternation and thus the stage is set. The lights dim and another voice, unfamiliar, says:

“Understand that you would not have progressed, at all, if it had not been for us. You have all been screened and tested. As you can see we know you better than god himself and thus, for you, we are his representatives so think very carefully about your next step as there will be consequences”. He goes on to detail something that seems to make no sense to a small percent of the delegates whilst the others readily grin at the premise and promise. You remember the simple boatswain and his slip, back at the office, as the horrifying truth kicks in that you’re not only within a Matrix but that there is another, more dense, erected around it. Your mind is reeling as your heart thunders in its chest. The speaker requests you all move your attention to the next slip and sign your name against the X. Thats it. No further explanations or requirements. Stranger still, the page is blank beyond the opening statement that read:

“I, of my own free will“.

Thats it. You turn it over and see if you’re missing something. Nope. Thats the sketch. Everyone looks perplexed. Some have already signed up and folded into the envelope as their personal inventory depth has them scared to death and, to be honest, the surroundings are a bit movie villainesque. They are removed from the table by very attractive women who take them by the hand, with a grin, and state “Welcome. This you will get, times ten, along with anything else you wish“. A few more push the pen after eyeing the temptresses that are, unbeknownst to them, perfectly specced to the fantasies and wishes of each recipient. Its like a cross between a meeting with Don Corleone at the Playboy mansion with a bit of Jekyll Island thrown in. The woman are top shelf and you have never seen such a dazzling array of flesh in all shades, hues, sizes and tones with the faces of angels and grins of devils that hint at whats coming next for the lucky recipients. There are a handful of people left. The man shrouded in darkness grins as he says:

“Ah yes, now we’re getting to the heart of the matter. If I still had one in my chest I’d say you gents are of the same ilk but that isn’t correct as I knew what was good for me and pushed the pen but can respect your hesitance. What are your questions. You all have one per person that can be asked in public or private, as you wish”. One of the triumvirate scuttles up to him and whispers in his ear. The man nods his head. The other grins, signs and hands his paperwork over with a flourish. And then there were two. You look at the other. You’ve never met but he seems decent based on his posture and bearing. He requests clarification as to what, exactly, they’re signing. You think this is a great question. Another voice responds with:

“Its the invitation to a better life. Simple as this”.

“But why does it only state-” he starts before he is interrupted with a raised hand is reminded he is only allowed to ask one question. This now places a pressure that is immense on you, the last man left. You struggle to take it all in and make sense of this predicament because, on one hand, you want what they offer but, in your chest, this feels a tad sketch and even though you don’t know the CEO the official blurb states a man of high principles and moral fiber, unquestionable. A bulb flashes in your head:

You state the boatswains reference and request clarification as to why his intended credit became a debit instead and are met with silence. Knowing the Game of who speaks first is on the losing end you decide to stand firm and see what happens. Eventually, the man at the head of the table responds and says:

“That is a very intelligent question. Very well. We take from those with less so we may have excess. Simple as this. Are you in?”.

Now you wished you’d asked if this is all above board and in full accordance with the CEOs whims. Oh how you wish there had been even one more left to ask another question as, based on the dataset, it seems Self evident the sketch involves some type of theft and misappropriation mixed with backslapping and nepotism for the in clique. You wonder how long this secret war has been raging in quiet as well as your part in this and how you didn’t spot what is now Self evident. The other man gets up and says:

“No thank you” and is walked to the exit by a burly security guard with an earpiece connected who appeared, out of darkness. And then there was one. You feel their eyes boring into you. Eventually another man says:

“You know what, I like you. It takes guts and mettle to stand this firm in the face of what we present so I’m going to allow you to ask another question but it cannot be if this is all above board and in full accordance with the CEOs whims”.

Your mind is reeling. “How the heck did he peer within my awareness to pluck out not only the exact sentence but perfect cadence?” you think. You sense something in the room shifts and it feels like wolves dressed as sheep have just shed their skins. You wonder how things went for the man that just left then you consider the pleasures of the flesh the others are engaging in at this very moment. Your family, their future and, seemingly, your life as well all hang in the balance.

What would you do next, in this sketch? Better yet, what do you think is happening and what are the implications for this intense conglomerate that has an immense amount of departments, is completely compartmentalized and seems to work like a well oiled machine as, in all the time you’ve been there, there has never, ever been a problem or cause for complaint for those working or the ones they service. Your mind is reeling at what all of this could mean and rep because, logically, either CEO is in on it and these are his whims and how he runs his business and the image he sells is all fronting and this is what actually kicks in the sausage factory or this is a breakaway operation that rules from the shadows by using an all encompassing form of corruption and manipulation. What would your question be? How would handle or decline what they’re offering? Would you shake the hand extended in friendship by these men, illustrious, who simply request your name by an X on a paper, blank, that only states you did this of your own free will?

Is it a battle of area managers Vs the CEO or is this all part of the test? Could this be an interview within an interview as you recollect, back when, there was a thing you’d seen being used during recruitment in which all of the adepts were placed in a room with a piece of paper as the regulator said:

“This is a timed test of intellect and acumen. There are as many positions as people so your only competition is with Self, in that respect. When we say go, the clock ticks and we wish you all the best”.

Everyone in the room hand tunnel vision as you heard the pencils scribbling responses to obtuse threads like:

“If this is the answer then what is the question?” and such things. To everyones surprise a man got up and walked to the front with a grin on his countenance with an air of confidence that made it seem like he hadn’t even broke a sweat and was totally certain he’d aced the test. Eventually, you would all click why this is as you, individually, get to the last bit which said:

“All of the other questions are mere filler and the only request we have is you sign your name next to the X and hand it in at the desk with no other marks present anywhere on the slip”.

Upon reaching this bit there are audible groans, yelps and shouts of discontent from the people taking the test. Some attempt to rub out the answers, provided, whilst others tear the paper to shreds to vent their frustration. The instructor turned it into a life lesson about how things may not be what they present and all is a test. Its at this moment you recollect that he is the same one who spoke the words of introduction in this session and when he sees that you click he responds with a knowing grin that states “I knew you’d get it, eventually“.

What would you do, my friend, if you were in this mans position? You have, in effect, glimpsed behind the curtain to see the code of the Matrix and it means things will never, ever be the same again. In many ways the list of indiscretions was a coded threat that showed the extent of their influence and, as for the mind reading, who the heck knows how they did this. In many ways you were more content with life before this invitation. You think of the men next door, afloat in their private islands of bliss as well as the one who left with a firm grip present on his shoulders as well as the look he gave back as he was guided to the exit. You’d never met before this but the glance spoke volumes. You may have won previous rounds of the silence Game but its them who now sit with zipped lips and ye who must formulate one question that provides the only answer worth seeking in this predicament. What is it it?

Tell me. I’m genuinely interested in not just this but hearing what you think about this predicament and its implications in this purely hypothetical trip to the shadows depth of what kicks behind the curtain.

Till we meet again

How Would Your Life Change if You KNEW You Were in a Hologram?

Its kind of takes the volume and turns it all the way down on things that you thought were important, yes? The first question in most heads would be “Who built it?” swiftly followed by “To what end?” before we get to the crux of the matter:

“Who am I?“.

Then the very concept of John of House Smith would appear ridiculous as its obviously a fabrication designed to instill immersion, yes? People back when (before standardization) were more aware than we. I know that may seem a tad strange as you’re surrounded by tech and all types of innovations as well and whats the best they did? What if I told you they mapped the planet and traveled to stars distant, all without a spaceship but simply by using their minds to transcend? Well, they did. Vedic astrology anthropomorphized the planets hence Jupiter was repped as a jolly fat dude that is most generous and we, much later on, confirmed all of this but using a different lex. That is only one example as they detailed all types of beings that exist in spaces, liminal, that are beyond the ken of modern mortals. That doesn’t mean you can’t do the same, if you wish. This process I refer to as recoding your OS because the wetware in your head at present is designed for one thing:

To make you a square watermelon.

This is due to the Industrial Revolution which turned man to a machine. A piece that could be swapped in and out at whims without disrupting the whole mechanism. Such thinking, back when, was impossible to imagine and yet still present for they had caste systems in which you were born into a lineage and do what your parents did as they’d furnish the skills needed to carry on the lineage. Even then there was room to breathe for some were born with a spark not of this realm and thus became Shamans instead. These days we call the same Souls schizophrenics but that is another topic. Getting back to the matter with Spirit I’d like you to consider this:

The paranormal hints that there is more to all of this than the official spec doth state. This is best evidenced by childhood and ones invisible friends as the experience is so common that most don’t question it. This is the mind, pre reality tunneling hence the most creative state one can imagine as the billions of bits of data that pour in each second are not yet edited into what is and isn’t acceptable at present. Once again, I’m sure you’ll see the links with the ones they call schiz, yes? Science discounts pretty much anything it cannot quantify and label and, not surprisingly, the modern mind does the same thing as it functions on 8 bits that are based on what it expects to see. Really let that sink in, my friend, as the implications are immense. Hallucinogenic drugs are an immense hint as they function by dimming the habits of the Default Mode Network which is the home of the (false) self aka the ghost in the shell. Its worth noting that a babies brainwaves work just like this and what comes next is Theta dominance which, surprise, is the same as an adult in a state of hypnosis ergo to transcend one must first click the trance that grips them before ending it.

A hologram is produced by a single laser that is split into two beams. One is bounced off the object to be imaged and the second collides with its reflection to create an interference pattern. This is why I’ve said, back when, that this world is a copy of the real thing. A modern way of reffing this is you beaming your attention at a TV set upon which a Game is in sesh. You are, simultaneously, in two realms at the same instance but only one of these is “genuine”, in the sense that it truly exists. Take that concept to another level and you get the Higher Self you have heard me mention. Now, the most fascinating thing I gained from a glimpse beyond the veil as I danced with death is how my Soul looked like a jellyfish and each of the tendrils linked to its own incarnation. From this I clicked that not only am I an immortal wearing flesh but that each spin borrows riffs and hits to create the current spin. That, alone, is mindglowing as it highlighted, really well, why you step in with certain skills, already on deck, that need very little development. These are things you mastered in other lives and, once again, Vedic astrology proves this hence why it was used for everything from the correct marriage links up to who should be fed what when dining as we come with a certain excess that brings its own deficit. More on that as we progress.

Imagine if you could peer into the screen and actually beam inside the head of the character who enacts the script which is based on you pressing a controllers buttons to send your intent to the creation made of pixels. What then? Well, I’d be willing to bet that these impulses would be as invisible as water to a fish to that holographic creation as they spurred his actions etc etc. They may even manifest as a voice in their head that says “Do that. And now this”. You too are akin to a puppet on celestial strings. Until you click what kicks then develop the seedlings of Gnosis. This, once again, is the first thought that leads to a cheery “Quick, to the mental asylum!” as the Game is self reinforcing and can’t have people breaking the illusion for those plugged in. Its just a ride, in the end, hence why Knowledge of Self is the most important thing as this is akin to the character pondering:

“Hmm, so another aspect of me says that this world that feels really real and has physics, a backstory and places of interest is actually a series of 1s and zeros etched on a flat disc that is read by a laser to create these technicolor visions I inhabit”.

Can you imagine the faces of the other characters if he were to say such a thing? Lets say the thought caught on and they became more sentient. Would they run around enacting your wishes or want to know who built said thing, to what end and who they truly were beyond the story in their head? The irony is that we, at present, are gearing up to remix the genome so when carbon and silicon mix these thoughts will be verboten as the low level tech simply will not allow one to question the premise ergo we live in times of the greatest freedom and potential for ascent. This is why the world is built to stress, keep you anxious and tuned in to the regularly scheduled programming. Not that liberation will be impossible once this kicks for I’ve detailed in this thread what happens when one enterprising Soul turns off, tunes out and drops in to his unAdulterated awareness. Lucky you who is reading this as you can, if you wish, do the Knowledge and prove this thesis correct. I mean, how can you be the voice when you’re obviously that which is listening? How many billions have lived and died in the grip of said ignorance as school never taught them to ask such questions but, instead, rewarded repetition without true comprehension?

How would your life change if you KNEW you were in a hologram?

If you cut one up it doesn’t change the rendering as much as you’d think. Eventually it will drop in res but, in general, it remains totally crisp. Even if in fragments. This, once again, was proven in the flesh with brain surgeries that removed chunks of gray matter from peoples heads and they still functioned well. Heck, they took rats and sliced and died their domes down to almost zilch with no visible lack in performance when it came to running a maze. Stranger still was how the children of said animals came pre-equipped with a GPS of said terrain and outran control picks in a way that had scientists perplexed. They upped the ante a bit and placed a strong light in one place of the maze and when the curious rodent stepped in they were hit with an electric shock that had them sizzling. They reproduced and found something quite stunning: Their children exhibited the same shock response of freezing but without the tazing. Just the light was enough to load in a memory from a life they did not live. Consider phobias via this lens and a whole load makes way more sense along with what the true solution is beyond potions and pills that do nothing. It also proves that the commonly accepted hypothesis for Deja Vu is not only improbable but impossible and this opens up a whole other lane for reasoning…

What of twins and how their movements seem to randomly sync like they’re two flesh but animated by one Soul link? Another interesting blip is the MPD effect in which one persona can be allergic to fish whilst the other eats them with a grin. How does one explain that without nonlocal consciousness and inherited programming? All of this can be changed, if you wish, hence the long and secret tract of schools of initiation which, I suspect, were there to keep an old tradition alive in modern times. Where did they go? Do they still exist? Or is their absence rendered solid by the fact that this all reeks of mumbo jumbo mystic that can’t be proved a lick? I’ll let you tell it. Consider how one of the most common things from an acid trip is the comment that where they went felt really real in a way that made this life feel inauthentic then ponder what would happen if the Games character leapt from the screen, beyond the TV and into the mindframe of the one sitting and playing. If said thing was an option, would you like to imperience it? If you did do you think you’d still be interested in running the treadmill and keeping up with who they said? I doubt it…

There is one thing which is everything but, ironically, itself it is “no thing” beyond pure information. This is proved, time and again, via intuition and gut feelings as the belly contains loads of glial cells and does its own type of thinking that is free from cerebral editing. Contrast with “My heart wasn’t in it” and how those flashes of insight that come in an instant take absolutely ages to comprehend and dissect and apply what I said to the character, pixelated, and the intelligence animating him. More to heaven and earth, my friend. Suddenly a lot of the mystical bits of religion like wheels within wheels and moonlight trips to heaven make way more sense, yes? Dreams are another hint about the brain and its mechs for reality creation as, whilst within, the image and logic seems real and solid. Its only when you come to a higher frame of reference that the ridiculousness seems Self evident. Like if you look overhead right now and spot how the Sun, Moon and Earth all present an oddly coherent 108 encoding. I mean, what are the odds? Slim to anorexic is my bet.

Jeanne Achterburg pondered such things and trained one group of individuals to to increase a certain type of white blood cell called a neutrophil and another to imagine T cells instead. Both sets reported exactly what was wished which strongly suggests that your attitude defines your lattitude and consciousness sets the tone for what kicks ergo Self healing is not only possible but certain. Consider the placebo effect or how the village Shaman, back when, was irritated by a man and waved his death stick at him. He started ailing, super quick. Why? Because of the cultural investment in the myth. Had this been a foreigner who was ignorant would the curse have been as effective? I’ll let you tell it. Jack Parsons once engaged in rift with L Ron Hubbard who absconded with his ship, girl and money as well. Being a practicing magician he conjured a tempest that forced their abrupt landing on a day that was otherwise clement so is that not akin to a Neo in the Matrix knowing which rules can be bent or broken? Occultism is filled with things like this and if you haven’t checked the lecture linked in this thread by the man who created The Invisibles its worth checking as he wrote a character based on him that was presented as fiction till the lines started blurring and this caused him to think again about the powers of creation. Most will never do this. Why? Because they lack imagination as it was drilled out of them, back when. Whatever the forces at the helm are planning there is one thing that is Self evident:

It requires unquestioning obedience to the script that they set. It comes in many flavors and the more you fight with the next about the hue of the dress is perfect as it keeps your attention external and thus within the construction. Not for nothing have all the mystics of yore took time in seclusion as they map their inner terrain… This is why I said there is a youniverse within that projects the outer realm and how you are the only Soul present interacting with figments of your imagination. Once again, out there concepts for the masses but really easy to test as we’ve all imperienced someone staring at the back of head and turned to look at the target, yes? Same with dreams, precognitive, or how you think of a friend, long distant, then run into them in the market. Everyday miracles are ignored, super quick, but should one tug at these loose ends the hologram doth unravel. Bit by bit.

People are addicted to their beliefs. They do not wish to be content but correct and if this means a cheery “Death to the infidel!” drips from their lips to keep the rivers running red then so be it. These are the things that keep one pinned to the illusion as all they know is what someone else said and naught fresh that springs from within. You’d think there was a conspiracy to keep man ignorant, scared and fighting, yes? That leads some to conclude we’re on a loosh farm which whips the natives for a secret elixir based on suffering and they wouldn’t be incorrect… Knowing you’re a god wearing flesh is only half the battle, my friend. The greatest test is coming face to faceless with the DMT machine elves at the end of your spin who have more tricks than a clowns pocket to lure you back in and I find this interesting as I strongly suspect these are aspects of the collective unconscious that went rogue, back when so its like a servant becoming a King. They have all the power in the realm but don’t know how to use it correct as its so new to them. In that sense it behooves man to master these forces, internal, which is what all ancient mystics did as they journeyed between dimensions and, what do you know, that is exhibited these days as alien phenomenon. I asked a friend, back when, that was really into this a simple question after I’d listened to him waxing lyrical about said things:

“Why do UFOs have headlights then?“.

He was perplexed. One Q broke the illusion of his previously solid seeming logic but it is interesting how these types of strange beings have been in the mix since back when ranging from fairies, elves and djinns that could manifest amazing things that often broke the laws of physics and how the first gods of this realm were strongly linked with the Trickster myth. Even more fascinating is the tale of a lady that met death, was told the time wasn’t correct but shown an image of a man and instructed:

“Tell him your tale when you met him, four years hence”.

Time ticked, as its wont to do and a child knocked at the door, trick or treating. He stated his name was Moody. She told the boy she needed to speak to his paren and when they linked she filled in the details. The strangest thing? He hadn’t yet published his book about life after life and what happens next. Make of that what you will… Anyway, I say all of that to say this:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Social Media Precludes Real Discussion

I’ve recently came to a conclusion that social media precludes real discussion. I know, shocking, isn’t it? Apparently, water is also wet wet but we are awaiting a confirmation from a team of specialists before going to print so don’t bet the farm on it yet. It wasn’t always like this. Not one bit.

See, back in the rays of the Wild West web we had a thing called forums and, before this, there was IRC, MSN, newsgroups and such as well. They were pretty great rays as the vibe was super fresh and the people authentic as heck with no image selling or echo chamber effect ergo it was much like a real world interaction, but digital. It meant people got passionate as hell but were also open to learning as well as they may have went hell for leather with their X mindset against the next who dared asked “Why?” to which the replies made them catch Zs but someone else chipped in with a fresh perspect that took the whole conversation in another direction as the original dude did the Knowledge and came back with a revised opinion.

Obviously it wasn’t always like this as some fools would digitally set trip as well and let their inner eThug rip as they often went to lengths, comedic, to hammer their point across to the rest that simply wouldn’t listen but, in general, you’d see some pretty amazing elevation from the conversation. The modern gen won’t know a thing about this as A) attention spans have been decimated, B) everyone is super sensitive and C) heavy handed moderation that enforces its own view about who can say what over the peeps doing as they wish within the playpen. Shades of nanny state, yes? “Is your social credit correct, citizen?” says HAL, from the wings, as he awaits Siri making that transition to the iris of your children to usher Techno Sapiens in.

What happened was this:

People no longer wish to learn and their empathy circuits are lacking as well as its a case of “Say it loud and often so whoever doesn’t agree is worse than Hitler, most certainly”. It wasn’t always like this as you could be posted up speaking about fly fishing, for example, and someone would comment, off topic, on something else like how Kirk was obviously the best Captain and then others would wade in to the topic and start wailing like their lives depended on it. Now, I’ve never watched a Trek nor have I slung some bait but you get what I mean, yes? This was always present as the people who met to congregate on the web were linking due to their passion for one thing but the rest of the residuals and social situation could be wildly divergent. Nowhere was this more prevalent than in the hacking scene as we were all keen on tapping keys to escalate privileges and all this but, behind the screen, one may be a rich kid whose parents splashed for broadband when everyone else was still dialing in on limited credits and yells of:

“‘I’m using the phone!” as a relative picked up the line and heard the sound of two robots, sexing.

But he may be the one that sits at the apex of the order that pecks whilst the other is a Ctrl C, Ctrl V specialist that truly does not comprehend his rig (or gig) outside and in as he’s merely there for the posing. This is what the web is filled with these daze as gone are the born and bred specialists that earned their way by brow which sweat and furrowed countenance as they weighed the variables to make what they wish happened. These dudes went all in and its the off topic discussions I recollect with a grin as some of them went on for years between people who went from one end of the spectrum to the next and then back again. So good was the argument that you may see a lifelong Linux head switch to Windows because that is were certain must have programs were booming only to find he went native upon logging in and then took the OS apart and rebuilt it to custom spec using his insight and imperience which the rest surely appreciated. On the flip you’d have his antithesis who was beating him about the head online about the flip who then ventured into the world of Apple instead.

Its just a basic example but I could ref countless topics from dudes who went to saying “What the F is this mess?” as a trader sent out mixtapes with his Zero Day warez discs so a kid from Detroits bricks is listening to Italo Disco shaking his head and, on the flip, you could have a chap, prolific, from behind the Iron Curtain thoroughly zoning to some gangsta rap which he could barely comprehend but totally felt what they said as oppression speaks a universal language. The former dude went on to have a techno renaissance when a friend placed said tape in the deck as they went on a road trip and filled him in on how the Belleville Three invented the wheel and congratulated him on his tastes which made him crave another hit as he logged back in and asked the dude who sent what the artists were and reffed as they started exchanging recommendations. Just an example but I’ve seen it with everything from Left to Right wing as well as the sober and daisy fresh (but perpetually anxious) that learnt how to let go an chill when hearing of another speak on the benefits of an MDMA trip. As I said, the protoweb really was something else as it was A) totally anonymous and B) sectioned into elements that were often based on forums or chatrooms built around a single topic that acted like a beacon for the rest, dialing in.

Social media kills this dead and the algos don’t help as they amp the echo chamber effect whereas, back when, you may have folks who chime in but it was you and your perspective as peeps knew your rep based on what you said in the threads. Add in PBXs where there was a worldwide party line in effect for as long as it took for the operator to click the phone was hacked and dudes calling in were not paying a cent and you’ll get a vibe of what it was like when times were in the mid of being analog with a hint of digital. It truly was an amazing thing to witness. Nothing like it before or since but I suspect Feelie tech will bring that vibe back again but at the cost of a chip in your head. But, thats another topic.

See, what kicked with the web back when was people didn’t say:

“You believe X ergo the rest of your opinions are irrelevant” but actually asked questions of surprising depth that, some times, really made the answerer stop and think about what he was actually invested in. A dude realized that he was actually spouting his fathers rhetoric that was penned from a time that didn’t exist and was actually way more patriotic than he had a reason to invest whereas another chap eventually clicked that his total lack of tolerance for a demograph, specific, came from having never actually having met one as his entire town was dominated by those just like him. What had happened was the main thread was filled with people asking specific questions about whatever lyrics the section was kicking (in this case, hacking) and the chap he was talking to was from a race he detested but was happily filling him in and answering his questions for ages as he didn’t really engage in the social bit as he was strictly about pushing the limits of tech ergo knew not of the others hatred. Then, one ray, he dialed in and when the other heard his thick accent he started clowning and unleashing the diss to which the other, non plussed, simply replied with:

“Whatever you’re saying can’t be about me, personally, as I’m the guy who leveled up your skills so from whence comes this resentment then?”.

On the line, silence. Everyone was listening as the first kid had quite the rep and, as mentioned, never partook in the capering as he was strictly business but, eventually, someone convinced him to dial in as we were having an event to celebrate something big that he’d taken part in. The other dude really had no answer to this as it genuinely made him stop and think. He was man enough to admit it and the guy asked if he’d ever visited his continent, read about its history or offerings etc etc. He hadn’t. Then he admitted what he’d repeated was almost verbatim from what his peers had said that he had absorbed without question. All of a sudden others chimed in that they were either from or linked to the same place as well which is why they never assisted him in the main thread as they’d read his incessant raving in the off topic. This meant that an entire section of people totally changed their wavelength via one conversation that happened at random.

Picture that happening today, if you can. Who could state where it went as its not like the dude went from a Neo Nazi to Martin Luther King in new skin but it certainly was interesting as this was a rather intense example but something I saw time and again as it could be a simple riff as cereal first or milk as well as the fact that we may be inside a simulation and none of this is really real as people were starting to click, back when, that the exponential leaps in tech can only mean its already happened and we’re within a binary creation that exists as an approximation of the real thing. Hoo, that one was animated as hell as it was before the Matrix and some, religious, yelled their creator would never let this happen for he built the world in so many days etc etc whilst others attested their holy scripts said it was just this and more akin to a dream whilst some of the psychonauts agreed they had seen the same on their trips as a teetotal code junkie said the most logical answer points in this direction as well along with a thousand and one different opinions as we literally spoke on this for half a decade, near constant, as a lot of us who played in the shadows depth were conspiracy minded as well.

To me it seems that people are either way more staid these daze or the folks who dialled in, back when, were obviously at the fringe of what society accepts and thus our ragtag bunch of miscreants were the cream de la creme of the weird end of the spectrum. I recollect, with a grin, the devout Christian coming in one ray and commenting:

“Listen, in the beginning was the Word, yeah? Its code. Its always been. How could I not see?”.

After the Matrix hit and became his favorite flick. Then his wig was blown back and inch when another opined that Neo is Jesus, Trinity, Mary Magdalene and Morph was John the Baptist. I’ll let you guess who Judas repped. This simply made the chap dig in even further to the lore, repertoire and the rest and he, for the first time, expanded his view way beyond the good book and into hoary old texts as well as cutting edge science that, previously, he’d rejected out of hand as Satans creation and the ultimate deception as an affront to the holy plan. Can you imagine that type of thing happening these rays, my friend? I doubt it and yet there is more and more information than ever at your fingertips and plenty of people who respout it via vid for those who want the research done for them as they Ctrl C, Ctrl V anothers mindsets. Nobody ever did this back when. Never. It simply wasn’t on to front like you knew something as another would come along and press what you profess to check the shadows depth and this went from the little challenges or side quests we’d set each other up to a conversation in which a jit who predicted payments, contactless, a decade before it happened and everyone said it was ridiculous as cash would be king from now till the end.

His reasoning? He never disclosed it beyond “Watch and see“. He also stated, for certain, that soon stores would be totally automated with theft, impossible, as the tech would expand with facial tracking as well that knew who stepped in and what they dipped with as this ushered in an age of perpetual surveillance that culminated with the death of the net as we knew it and bought it back with access only granted by a driving license equivalent and requisite regs as well. Most audacious was the statement that, in your lifetime, you’ll see people having sex with robots and anyone who says these Synths are not in each and every way equal to humans was worse than Hitler himself. The discussions and comments ranged from “Possible but not probable” to “Are you off your head and in need of meds?” with a few stating that its the most logical conclusion as the rise of digital communism threatens the analog freedom we were swimming in. Either way, the most interesting thing is how now, a few decades since, we’re literally watching all of this unfold like reality follows a script so if my old friends from back when are reading this:

I told you it would happen.

Till we meet again

Portable Dreamcast Concept

There is news that Sega is getting back into the hardware biz. I found this of interest as, last month, I’d had the concept of just this. Imagine my grin when I heard the rumor mill spin and then imagine how it felt to realize what I’d intend and their own pitch was the difference between king of the hill and quick nostalgia cash in that takes what it can get? Watch, thats what I think their planned device is whereas my vision is an entire ecosystem that totally shakes up the foundations of modern gaming. Ready? Lets go:

The current state of play is quite sad, isn’t it? When it comes to pushing pixels for entertainment within the simulation where we dwell its became an incessant stream of half done wares with a “Fix it with DLC” mindset and, worst of all, the fun is secondary as its often hid behind cutscenes and tutorials, immense. Gone are the pick up and play ways and “Figure it out as you go” that made back when present a challenge and thrill of discovery as you converged on the playground with friends or passed a controller back and forth to get past a certain level.

This is what the game is missing. This is what we need to bring back again.

But, just like you can’t step into the same stream twice neither can you Ctrl C, Ctrl V a slice of life to another vibe. What you can do, however, is innovate using lateral thought mixed with withered tech. In my mind Sega is perfectly positioned to do this because they have a back catalogue that is immense and we mix in a sprinkle of mobile chipsets linked in with a unique online environment that prizes connection over the rest and its a perfect win.

Really think about this, my friend. You cannot, currently, access many of Segas arcade classics that were packed to the gills with thrills and the spirit of competition it brings and not only this but the fans of their Dreamcast line are immense and all, secretly, crave a resurgence. Sprinkle in Gen Z and Millens who feel nostalgia, immense, for a time they didn’t live and it, like Miyamoto said, prints money because its so fresh and different. What I propose is a portable that can, at home, be plugged in that features local and online access so you can play against friends you know well and those you haven’t met yet across a range of games that were built to amaze, back when. DC would be perfectly upscaled by Three and thus look super crisp on the Five point Five inch OLED screen in your grip and the old arcade classics can be given a spritz by M-Two as they are known for their respect when it comes to the older gens. Add in the online thing with a Miiverse style feeling, global leaderboards, tournament matches and the rest and it certainly makes me grin. How are you feeling?

The idea came to me, initially, last month when I was considering spiraling development costs and how hardware prices are up across the board. I’d envisioned a custom OLED panel that would really make those DC games pop off the screen as they were designed with art styles that vividly impress so they don’t look dated one bit. A Snapdragon Eight Gen Two with Six gigs of RAM would easily handle the upres but the best bit is this:

Sega create a Net Yaroze style development environment to encourage DIY coders by offering the tools and insight needed to create games along with a distribution network, built in. They could also leverage their other platforms onto it but the main system seller would be the Indy market as the chipset can easily run a Proton translation layer and give people the mini Steam Deck they’ve been asking for since the original dropped. Consider how Gabes offering just leapt in price whilst offering a four year old chipset and then compare that to this.

What do you think, my friend?

To me it appears to be a great concept and I was actually about to pitch this to Sega when the news of their handheld leaked. Their idea seems more along the lines of an Evercade style device whereas the DCSX is a whole new ecosystem that resurrects a fan favorite brand in a new format and comes to market with a wealth of titles at an affordable price along with that all important independent aspect.

To me its a straight up “It prints money device” as they sold One point Five million MegaDrive Minis which means there is a market and the success of SBC emulation handhelds means there is already a group of buyers willing to take a look but the hook is the development environment and providing a way to play lightweight modern Two D titles on the go as people are crying out for this along with development innovation as well.

The Snapdragon chip is more than capable as the aim is to create something futureproof in this niche with BC upgrades as tech does progress as we’re simply repurposing old phone tech. As I looked into the potential costs and competitors such as Ayaneo it got a bit sketch as creating the panel will be expensive and for all the success of the Steam Deck and its fans its only sold Four million units. Anbernic are by far the biggest and most prolific manufacturers in this niche and they shift between Twenty to Fifty K per deal with major sellers coming it at an estimated Hundred and Fifty Thousand. On average they’ve sold just over a million units in the last Four years which is when the whole SBC arena became big but they already have the infrastructure so a partnership makes sense. Thing is, they operate in a grey area which is totally unlicensed and thus generate immense profits as they don’t have to consider those elements or pay dividends ergo its probably best Sega put up their own wedge and therefore own the whole supply chain from end to end.

To put it in perspective, they sold a tenth of the Minis as they did the OG hardware. The Dreamcast clocked in a Ten million unit sales so an initial production run of One million DCSX portables would create decent economies of scale that are realistic as the used console market with TV mods and SD card elements demands an investment of Two Hundred quid ergo there is already a playing field there. Here you offer them HDMI out, online play, recreate the controllers as well (with no wires on this spin) and the rest of the things mentioned and its sure to be a hit. Bring it to market for Two Fifty and they still make profit whilst leveraging their strengths that currently languish, unchecked.

This places it in the bracket of the PS Portal and half the price of the Switch Two. As you can see from the design this is nostalgia done right with one eye on the past, another on the present and the third shining bright to create a unique lane for gaming that offers a counterpoint to spiraling development costs and using proven tech with a hybrid format that appeals to both old and new gamers as well. The home development aspect offers them fresh picks along with another SDK for the Dreamcast Two environment for future releases makes the DCSX more than a retread as it also means that the costs for creating are way lower as well and, in this market, that is quite appealing.

The aesthetic gap in the market is very real as the immortality of the Vita proves and the whole Chinese SBC market sells but no major player has looked into this yet. Nintendo gatekeep their back catalogue like Disney. Sony mainly ignore theirs (no matter how capable the hardware is) and this leaves Sega able to flood the market and dominate with a strong back catalogue of Two Hundred and Fifty English language releases with Thirty Five Percent going down as cult classics as well as countless obscure Japanese titles that have received fan translations. I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this. Like I said, “It prints money” and, recently, Sega have been making loads of loot but their main department is a wreck.

They made Fifty Billion Yen from mobile gaming which, along with movies, was their prime cash cow. They lost money on the Rovio deal and their GaaS model isn’t working and, worst of all, they’re releasing acclaimed games that just don’t sell. The DCSX changes all of that as it provides them a center point and USP that leverages their brand along with all the other factors I mentioned.

Mid budget games made by their development teams with a Six month handheld exclusive before porting to other platforms guarantees interest plus they have a load of great IPs they can dust off. Not to mention remastering old Atlus titles and bringing their arcade titles back as well with online aspects and global leaderboards as well that unleashes the “one more go” sensation for the modern generation who don’t know how it feels to see your name in lights on the screen as the initials to beat. Really think about what I said and how the modern kids are all hooked on the Eighties and Nineies aesthetic and it literally sells itself.

If they position it correctly and market it properly, that is. Thats where I come in as I see the vision for, just like most of my clients, they have the correct pieces in their grip but the arrangement, optimal, is lacking ergo its just a case of shifting a few things and watching the rest fall in aka the straight line in Tetris effect.

It can’t just be dropped on the scene like “Its Ridge Racer. Riiiiidggee Racer!” even though Sony clocked Eighty million sales with their technological edge. It needs an image, a concept and multipronged approach that courts talented independent devs, amateur programmers, retro enthusiasts and curious onlookers as well who don’t even know what a Dreamcast is. Thats what I’d been thinking about since last month as I had intended to create a formal pitch for this product with a SWOT analysis that goes a little something like this:

Extremely distinct market identity that offers premium nostalgia and something nobody else is doing in terms of an open environment for development. It cashes in on their iconic brand, arcade heritage and fan favorite console that lead to their exit from the hardware business so you’ve literally got a comeback of all comebacks like a real life movie. That you can play. SEGAGAGA Two, anybody?

Roll out a documentary with the creation which serves as free promotion and, most importantly, it features what real players actually want:

Integer scaled upscaled graphics on a vibrant OLED screen with amazing ergonomics and equally beautiful design language as this is not a design by committee but the streets speaking. Add in the rest I said and it sells itself as you’ve already secured your ICP with the pitch then the rest are hooked in as you expand the marketing and future releases as well. I mean, just glance at the concept. Doesn’t it look great? Can’t you imagine holding it in your grip with a grin on your dish as it expertly blends the best of the past and present to create a future so fresh? Isn’t that what gaming needs beyond the play it safe AAA retreads and ballooning costs of development? I, personally, think the current state of play is untenable and the old Atari extinction event is bound to happen therefore by doing this, now, they could position themselves to rise like a phoenix whilst the rest are scrambling as Microsoft have thrown it in therefore there is a gap in the field for something different.

The thing that makes is special is also the most expensive part of the concept as the OLED panel is estimated around Thirty Five dollars to create and total costs for the project could be around Forty mil using a very lean and guerrilla approach with One million units for the first spin. Obviously I’m not going to speak on everything I am thinking here on the web but its mainly just to share what had been spinning round in my head in terms of this project since a quick pencil sketch…

Estimated retail price would be Two Hundred and Fifty Pounds with the specifications stated which would be selling at profit. Along with the digital distribution, development deals and opening a brand new lane via branded hardware in a proven, profitable niche that is currently under serviced by any of the bigger teams. This is backed by their strength as a developer, massive back catalogue and forward thinking mindset when it comes to nurturing independent talent and things as the aim is to create a whole ecosystem with the intent of making games fun again plus cheaper to create as well. No more half baked releases with DLC bolt ons or updates and such things as you only get one chance to hit send ergo the title must be perfect. This forces the developers to share their very best as the aim is for the end users experience which brings back the “Instant on” mindset that we all knew, back when.

Another reason for my choice in spec is they could unmothball Hyenas as it was built for the Eighth Generation of consoles so that claws back a Hundred Million that is otherwise drifting and the Eight gen Two is more than capable enough to host native versions of their Yakuza engine and latest Sonic racers as well plus all of the other titles mentioned. Basically, we’re looking at the Netflix of gaming but filled with things you actually want to play as well as a place to congregate which is the antithesis of the picture perfect, filtered to death curated images people sell on the medes, socialist.

Trying to become a full AAA developer is an uphill battle for Sega as they make good titles but in a market that is saturated. On the other hand you have loads of retro heads that want to buy just like this as its a curated ecosystem of classic hits and modern independent titles on a beautiful device with an eye catching design, great ergos, battery life and is quiet in operation with local and remote multiplayer, digital distribution and a hybrid presentation. It also allows Sega’s wild development teams to roam free and experiment with zany ideas and concepts as they were never about blockbuster spectacles or playing it safe plus the development costs are greatly reduced on said hardware as its cheap as heck and documented very well.

The biggest thing, in the end, is identity. Everything has becoming generic, cut and paste. This is a breath of fresh air from how it looks, works and feels as nobody is (or will) do this as it can only be pulled off by Sega as they have all of the components but just need to arrange and present them as said. The aim isn’t to compete with Sony or Nintendo but knowing their market well and focusing purely on those that want to bring back the joy of gaming whilst fostering the next gen of talent as well.

If you look at Nintendo’s success with Switch over a quarter of the sales are Indys with half being filled with their strong first party IPs which means there is definitely a market. We are aiming to invert this with the DCSX project as it a case of building a digital playground to share with the world. We provide the rides but what kicks in the sandbox is up to those who come and enjoy the environment and this type of freedom – with manufacturer supported development areas – is unheard of and thus a wide open lane when it comes to gaming.

Steam have recently upped the price of their hardware to Seven Hundred. One out of Three titles sold on that platform are Indys. Now, consider a pocket sized Five point Five Inch OLED device made by Sega themselves at a third of the price that can be plugged in to your big screen for internet play or local portable multi friends as well as being able to create and sell your own fledgling project via their ecosystem for Two Fifty, in your grip, and tell me the DCSX isn’t just what Sega needs but the entire gaming industry as a whole, at present. It marks Blue Ocean thinking in full effect and this generates ideal of a new niche that gives old titles a fresh spin to eyes both familiar and ignorant of the golden age of gaming. Think of it as a renaissance, if you will.

This is just a tiny bit of the concept I’d been developing and I felt that now is a good time to share it with the web. What do you think, my friend? Would you buy it? Is it what you’ve been craving in this sea of AAA fatigue and the endless amounts of shovel ware released? A portable device that plays like a dream and is filled with modern classics of the A and AA range as it carves an entirely new lane with graphics that are locked (as standard) at Sixty FPS (minimum) with no updates or DLC needed. The online community is free and peopled by digital avatars with voice speak where people can set up their own groups to chill and then play, competitive, against the next with built in live streaming as well. As I said, there is much more to this concept inside my head and I wanted to share the most pertinent as the costs of R&D and the rest of the business things are saved for my main pitch as this was just to test the waters, at present, based on the leak that strongly suggested that Sega (or a licensed rep) is getting back in to the hardware biz.

All in all, I think if you’re going to do it then do it big. But small enough to sling in a pocket with enough battery to allow freedom as well so the Game Gear veterans don’t get flashbacks kicking in that remind them of back when. Basically, we are taking the aesthetic and bringing it back – and then some. What popped into your head as I shared this portable Dreamcast concept, my friend?

Till we meet again

Trance Ending The Other Side of Awakening

First thing is that real, genuine enlightenment feels like hell as it kicks because it shows you reality for what it truly is. I mean, its not like it comes with a user guide or hint of what to expect. Heck no. You get a whole load of voltage in your system and then have to figure out how to route it through your energetics and, worse still, the modern world is quick to think “Must be a schiz, fill him with pills” if you happen to speak on the shifts you’ve Witnessed before integration as they’re all well adjusted to mass social sickness and thus really, really good at playing Simon Says… Once things stabilize a bit it tends to spark an immense amount of compassion for others who are suffering but here comes the problem:

They will never, ever do what it takes to dive into the shadows depth and reconnect with their true Self.

I, myself, would never, ever have done this had the fates not kicked like they did in which – at its culmination – I died and came back again after being betrayed by my friends which set me off on a massive quest of introspection to make sense of WTF happened. Then past life memories kicked in as well as higher Gnosis of who I truly am, in and beyond this realm. Here is where I’m asking for your help:

What would you do in this situation?

You’ve got a whole load of tools and insight as well as practical imperience in higher states of drug free consciousness along with why the world is how it is and how to shift your wavelength. The problem is that 8 out of ten people believe they are the voice in their head and not that which listens. It is designed, off rip, to prevent Self realization. That is its chief intent and main directive because once you Know who you is then its grip on the reigns of your consciousness is voided.

Now, the vast majority of the world is simply not ready to disconnect. I’ve been at this for lifetimes. Lifetimes. Some of you reading will have also been taking the steps and here comes the next bit:

The ones on the Path do not need any external help as they are all aware it comes from within. The posers that are pump faking and selling a false image (that many truly, genuinely believe and accept as real progress) will hate what you say or dismiss it, wholesale. Then there is the hidden influence that profits from ignorance, suffering and pain.

A wise old man high, high up on a mountain told me long, long ago to forget about the world and handle my own problems. Back then I thought he was taking the easy way out. Now, a decade later, I see he was talking sense. And yet my compassion will not let me relent. I’m not saying I’m special or anything else. Far from it. I prefer the tretaphor of a coal to diamond and as you know well that alchemical shift comes from loads of pressure that doesn’t relent. Nobody picks that lane voluntarily but, in the grand scheme, everyone eventually will.

Essentially this entire realm at present is a total deception in which there is, was and has been an all out assault on your consciousness that was raging since before you stepped in and it counts on you remaining ignorant and never, ever looking within or second guessing the commands in your head as then it can trick you back into reincarnation. This was all very well known in the last Yuga hence why so many advanced Souls left before the change of the members of the board. Note that each and every god figure in this realm at present was based on the Trickster myth and archetype it brings. This is the Kali Yuga mindset. Soon it will change to Techno Sapiens with false bliss and altered carbon thanks to a silicon remix which marks the upswing but if you calculate the variables you’ll see how that is the ultimate deception.

I’ve been beating this drum for decades. Decades. I intuited it way before things got thick and since my internal lamp was illuminated it just amped that guidance but when it comes to helping the rest who are suffering it really makes me see, clearly, exactly how much of a challenge it is as A) peoples attention spans are decimated, B) places like Reddit are filled with feel good echo chambering and image selling when the real process is dark and dangerous as you’re excavating psychospiritual mess both of your own making and inherited from your lineage so its akin to ripping out the foundations of the (false) self which can, for some, cause all types of complications in their day to day.

I don’t blame people for their lack of motivation to Know the Ledge in this respect. Far from it. In many ways I respect the dedication it takes to maintain such a low vibration and actually live with it. The old dude stated, flat out, that my desire to help others was actually a disguised coping mech that was truly preventing my complete and total Self realization as it was merely a distraction. Between then and now I see he was totally correct and I’m glad I had the wisdom to question what I thought was important and then listen to what another said.

I’m at a point where its time to either place my chips and spin the wheel in public or cash out and go sit on a hill some place distance and just keep on unraveling lifes deepest secrets as I progress because there comes a time when you are so far removed from what the rest accept that you may as well be from another realm and speaking a different language. The ones plugged in simply will not get it as they’ve never had a reason to delve to such depths and virtually all of the publicly available methods are nerfed on purpose or mostly ineffective. Its why you keep consuming self help content, booking a retreat or reading about the topic with very little, in the grand scheme, changing aside from the temporary hits that bring a momentary flicker of bliss.

Enlightenment isn’t sitting there with a mysterious grin beaming axioms of wisdom at anyone who’ll listen. Its a part of it but the main thing is an immense empathetic swell that sees, clearly, the true degree of suffering that is being inflicted on this realm that is far closer to a living hell in the flesh at present in comparison to what it could be. But many wannabe adepts will take this as a tacit admission at the lack of progress and some will state “depression” whilst others says “Who/why do you care? Avast with thee!”.

The truth of the matter is that I actually unconditionally accept my Self and that, my friend, unleashes the resonance of Inner Sense that is absolutely fantastic. Each and every child stepping in possess it with abundance as it is them and they are it. Then this state is Adulterated. This was done by a combination of your parents (mainly), family, world how it is, spiritual systems, media influence, linguistic constructions, past life inheritances and, vitally, the identity you are animating as John of House Smith which is the main thing that hides all of what I said in a way that is super duper slick as suggested by the voice in your head which is neurologically designed to prevent you directing your awareness within to where your true strength dwells as its wrapped in papers of fear and dread due to suppressed events etc etc.

That is basically what you have to undo.

For most, reading, that may seem terrifying, blasphemous or whatever else they wish. Everything has been corrupted. Everything. The only thing that is pure and unchanging is a state I’ve termed the Witness and it exists with the golden circle of the present moment. It is constant from one life to the next. Awake or dreaming in bed and any other variable you can imagine. Come into alignment with this and you’ll spark the lamp in which the ember of Inner Sense is flickering still but to get there you have to virtually challenge everything which most people simply cannot afford to do and fewer still have the wish to upend a life that is comfortable as they eat the bread and watch the circus from now till death then back again.

Its like being in a dream. Whilst there it all seems reasonable and solid. Then you rise in consciousness and find your Self in bed thinking “What the F?” as you get on with the business of living. That is how awakening is felt except you go from believing you’re the story in your head to actually Knowing (capitalized for a reason) that you’re an immortal wearing flesh and that is what is so horrifying about all of this as it offers a totally different sketch of this realm, the forces at the helm and true cost of manifesting in the third dimension at present. Not fear mongering but telling it how it is from my lens. Neither am I preaching a gospel for the apostles either as you are free to accept or reject my perspective as I always encourage everyone to aim to prove my views incorrect but not with a quote of what someone else said but by a thorough reality testing instead. I mean, try this:

Go and stand perfectly still for nine minutes. Do not move a single muscle. Just close your eyes and listen to what is happening within whilst breathing with ease. Notice how quickly you’ll start to feel uncomfortable as the voice in your head ramps up its discontent and attempts to sway you from this process. Your thoughts will become chaotic and you’ll note immense tensions of which, previously, you were ignorant. These are all the suppressions and repression which must be excavated. Do it too quick and psychosis is all you get. Pace it correct and its still quite harrowing as the content is so far beyond the ken of the (false) self and its expectations that many have had a glimpse then ran shrieking “Never again”.

What would you do, my friend? I’m genuinely asking for your guidance as what I have gained is priceless and I feel its something that only increases in value when shared but we live in times of pop psych and faux spiritual bliss with very few who seemingly possess the spiritual strength to accept this mission. Worse still is there are loads who have bought into a delusion they believe is true progress but isn’t as its just the (false) self in a new mask as this Opponent is not of this realm but projects via your consciousness and, at this very moment, has billions in its grip that, each and everyone one, believe is them. Thats the wildest bit. Ancient cultures called it Wetiko, Krivida or the parasite of consciousness. Jesus reffed it as the spiritual wickedness, placed well. Buddha called him Mara and Steiner labeled him Ahriman.

I quote not these as merely read text or appeals to authority but to share how documented and genuine this all is but what a lot of people miss is its methods are constantly changing ergo what worked then may not, completely, now. Just like what I’ve clicked will not be as effective when transhumanism happens and people are chipped with lowjacked interfaces to their consciousness of the same thing as they live lives of synthetic bliss, extended lifespans of great health and all the robosex you can handle on a planet finally devoid of conflict.

But it will all be artificial. With no off switch. Except nobody would have accepted the offers of silicon escapism if carbon based reality hadn’t been made so hellish.

Thats why I feel I can’t relent as people, in general, can either not see it or refuse to accept it will happen in their incarnation. But it will. What would you do, my friend? Trance ending other side of awakening is something almost as intense as the process to elevate from the depths to peak states of consciousness as you peer behind the veil and things are never, ever the same again. Some know but keep it quiet and state its up to the rest to take the same steps as they did, with no guidance. Others opine that all will eventually make their way and, in the interim, let them enjoy the illusion of wearing skin as the machine elves do what they do best and make beasts of men in this immense Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits but its the fact that this is the hint that you’re an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists and thus could flip the script and break the square watermelon out of its engineered shell to cry freedom as you ascend…

And side step the tricks they’ve set to reel you back in… This is why I said your mind doesn’t change when you die, my friend, ergo now is the best time to gain Gnosis because if liberation was an option and the other was a mindwipe with fresh skin – which one would you choose to pick?

Agent Smith said that billions were living, oblivious and how he relished their ignorance which, in turn, nourished him and the architect that programmed his mission of suppression of the masses, plugged in. Truth sold as fiction or the ravings of a head shrink wrapped in tinfoil that simply reads too much in? I’ll let you tell it. Either way, there is life as it was, back when, and how its unfolding at present. The strangest thing is that even in the midst of the darkness, I shone. Thats when I clicked that the call to adventure was actually a return to Inner Sense and, across the realm, ancient cultures knew this well as they each had their own version of the flex whereas we – of flat screens and IEDs – dwell in what is best termed an extended spiritual adolescence, which is why I guess life feels waiting for Godot, in many respects and the stress it brings for those plugged in.

Is that the eschaton I hear immanentizing?

Till we meet again

Why Are Boomers, Gen X and Millennials So Different?

You ever wonder about these type of things? I do, here and there. Then again, I’m also apt to pondering why B batteries don’t exist.

“Is it racist?” methinks.

Turns out they did. Once upon a when. Then they vanished. Like lightbulbs that worked for way longer than present. Its true. Look into the Phoebus Cartel for a hint and then wonder if the same slick web may just spin in other fields of business in this realm. This brings us to the main topic:

Why are Boomers, Gen X and Millennials so different?

I’m from the mid and thus have spoke to the others, frequent. I couldn’t help but notice that the Souls who stepped in as latch key kids are generally way more resilient whilst also being empathetic but not given to being dramatic. Not stoically dead with stiff upper lips as that was the Boomer flex and neither weeping because their avocado toast just flipped onto their alpaca carpet as they were busy writing a mad tweet to instigate eBeef with something someone else said that had nothing to do with them. Must be nice, eh? Not their inner realms. Oh, hell no! Those are a mess as is their test to estrogen ratio as well. No, I’m talking about having a baseline of abundance so thick that you can spend time online finding reasons to get offended. Have you ever wondered why the generations are so different? Well, I did and here is what I think kicks:

Mind control and Soul Ages.

Booya, pal! The latter is akin to me handing you a plate of veg from Nineteen Fifty Six and another from the present moment. You may recognize the image but the taste is totally different as none of those old seeds were scheduled for termination in order to make Monsantos tills ring and the soil wasn’t nutrient stripped to hell but the most amazing thing is all the bits are locally farmed and organic. Really think about this thing, my friend, as you comprehend that what McDonalds flips contains a thousand dead cows per serving and then chew on the concept of coherence. This is why things like allergies and sensitivity things did skyrocket with the Millennials as its all they were fed:

Bottom of the barrel, soaked in chemicals and designed to make the tills ring.

Listen, when I was a jit there was way less of everything so the crisps had a handful of flavors and the soft drinks were the same thing. Now you see people having conniptions and making major life decisions when it comes to the fragrance in their detergent as their is a myriad of options. Funny how they all say “New and improved” which hints the old is inferior, eh? What if that wasn’t the case? Just look at the ancient megaliths or how bedroom coders, back when, squeezed out miracles from 8 bits whereas modern games are bloated mess with no optimizing as well that are often shipped half done to be fixed in post. If they want. Otherwise you’ll get what you accept. Let me illustrate with an example:

You have the Flix of Net, yes? A billion shows at your fingertips to bingewatch as you wish. Well, if you’d swung by my crib in the early Oh Ohs you’d have seen the same thing but totally jerry rigged as I’d patched together a trip using some modified tech to beam wireless movies and music where I lived. To say folks were impressed was an understatement as many were still renting VHS at present. Ah, the times when people were thin and the TVs had BBLs! I’d noticed a curious blip in the sense that I was amassing a load of content then tweaking up the tech to make it perfect but when it came to viewing, very little was happening. It really made me think. Like on a “What the F?” kind of level of introspection as it made so little sense to have mass convenience and yet choose to ignore it in comparison to what I did before said invention. I mean, what if the Antichrist of legend is actually technological innovation and he’s already cast a spell on this realm as people can’t wait to remix their skin so Siri can sit in their iris from the apple, already bitten, as the next gen is born plugged in? Thats in the future though, when the children of the cloud step in. For now lets get back to the era that inspired me to make my crib drip with waves of the EM spectrum, invisible, and what the real world sketch was instead because if you can smell this pic you’ll know exactly what comes next:

Blockbuster on a Friday night was jumping like a club as it was a meet and greet type event for those who were staying in with a bottle of wine, some girlfriends and a flick ergo you never knew what would kick when you came stomping in to the environment. Just like how spots were limited so if you didn’t know the chick who worked the desk who kept that new release for you, on spec, then you’d have to pick something else then. And, let me tell, that generated some legendary sessions with your pals as you never knew what lines you’d lift as you reenacted a script with a grin as you gained a new inside joke that eventually went into circulation that had the whole hood cracking as they dove in, rented it and then got what made you grin as you looked both ways then again as you crossed the road whilst walking with a dip. This is why everything these days is a retread because the old model went like this:

Sell a flick at the movies. Rake the cash in. Wait a year for rental. Scoop more dividends. Six months later it could be purchased for bucks, ten, at retail establishments. Can you hear the tills ring? But wait, they ain’t done yet because eventually it would be on rotation via your regular station who would have to pay them as well for the privilege. Then they’d sell advertising mixed in.

Compare that to this:

“Hey, we just made a billion dollar movie with top of the range special effects that most people will watch alone on a screen in their fist with speakers as clear as tin”.

It happens, doesn’t it? Just look at how long things remained “in” as well as those that bricked but became underground legends with cult followings and compare the dopamine hits, constant, from the world at present plus the ever increasing isolation. Did you spot how the social aspect was killed for digital convenience, my friend? We, the Gen Xers, went out to the world and met it whereas the Millens have it doordashed to them. Probably by an illegal immigrant. Here’s another bit to get you pondering:

Folks were in a tizz when online providers decided to issue warnings about old school content being totally insensitive ranging from “Me so horny!” buck teeth with yellow skin up to Bubba having some big ass lips as he did some shucking and jiving type things for a slice of watermelon. Back in the Seventies it wasn’t cool to be gay so you may, say, get your head kicked in by the local NF who couldn’t find a Paki to bash so settled for a homer sexual instead. It happened. Look into it. And nowadays? Forget about it! The rainbow makes the tills ring and anyone who questions the intent is obviously a biggot and thus worse than Hitler himself. But, once again, what happened? How did this shift happen and why was virtually every single action flick from the Eighties packed with raving fundamentalists that were “Jihad that” and “Jihad this”? Then you know what happened, yes? Funny how the Brown hate brigade is still out in full force to this day ranging from the “Do not redeem!” scream to “Send bobs and vagene” meme and all of the rest. And all of this against a people that invented nothing. Literally. Look into it, if you wish… Not to mention that one of their own got Apu axed from the set when the man was a living legend who repped the flex correct as he worked all the hours his many armed god sent whilst being the father to plenty kids and supporting his wife as well. Remember, they gave Ben Kingsley a spray tan and fake accent to play Ghandi instead of picking a native but they never, ever told you he was actually a secret agent for the Crown or how Churchill killed Indians by the million whilst looting trillions from the continent. Always check the small print and what was excised from the record before distributing. Its a funny world, eh? Well, unless you’re one of the farmers being crippled by debt thanks to Monsantos seed deaths so the banks can swoop in and buy prime land for development whilst, mysteriously, the third world streets are awash with drugs from distant continents to ensnare generations before they can develop a resistance… Its like the Opium Wars didn’t end. So, getting back to it:

The Boomers had the best of foods hence they’re robust as hell and just won’t let go of the helm even though some are walking senility definitions and others are obviously tapped in the head whilst the Millens are full on eActivists but thats mainly for the digital rep and fronting as, in real life, it takes too much effort and their hormone levels are shot to hell. In the mid, quietly hid, is X. Did you know there was a poll done, back when, that asked who was the most ignored generation? They didn’t even make the list. This aroused a wry grin and quiet confidence when the rounds were done as they shook their heads and “Whatever” escaped from their lips. Why are Boomers, Gen X and Millennials so different? The former and latter would have been up in arms about this omission, yes?

“How dare they desecrate our generation. And after all we did for you lousy kids” said the folks before the time seed oils were in everything whilst there was an anguished wail from the Mills who riffed they were too important to miss as they slung around things like “White mans privilege” or “Disabled trans lesbians” whilst tweeting from suburban bliss. Until the avocado toast flipped and their cat knocked their broccoli smoothie over as well. Talk about zero to bish! Gen X knew that the outer will never, ever deliver to them what they’re seeking ergo they self validated. They also killed or hurt each other by the millions in the urban environment as well but how many click it was due to the introduction of lead chips to fuel in order to keep the doughy vehicle in shape by hiding the engines taint. But didn’t it smell great? I dare thee to find one who didn’t huff the fumes, back when. Remember, this is the generation that made gang violence what it is whilst nightclubs were like the Wild West before bottle service, CCTV and DNA tests. Not that the Seventies were a cakewalk in that respect but the urban jungle flex was all them and, at present, you see rich suburban kids faking the funk on the web and even Clarence (who lived in a nice home with both parents) likes to sell an image that he’s hard as hell to keep his streams streaming so he can ingest more Chinese research chemicals and mumble an incoherent mess over a beat that sounds just like the rest and flow, idenikit. I guess the Opium Wars never ended, eh? In the mid you have Gen X that are overlooked, underestimated and generally ignored as well but here’s the thing:

They are the linchpin. They can speak fluent Boomereze and know the Millennial tongue as well but, get this, they can also resonate with the latest gen who gets the “Wrote off before you were born” treatment. “Been there, done that, kid”. Getting to the point of this as I’ve spent over a thousand and half words just riffing instead of saying something else:

Its all mind control and Soul Ages.

We, on this planet, are cropped and harvested but because generations come in in one swing it doesn’t mean they all dip to the exit at the same rate of resonance, does it? I mean, why is there even a Club Twenty Seven and doesn’t it seem to be filled with the super talented that met unfortunate ends whilst becoming (dead) living legends that caused tills to ring as others imitate them and try to fill shoes that are way too big to ever be stepped in? Imagine you took that crop and then expand it by a whole generation and bring them to this realm and incarnation. What happens next? Yep, you guessed, they’d flip the Game on its head. Thats what I mean about Soul Ages because the myth of equality is an immense fib as Mozart did things, off rip, that you could never, ever approximate with near constant training. Not a diss, just an observation because some folks step in looking beautiful as hell but are ugly as sin when it comes to their inner realms whilst others are the flip and also charming as heck. Soul Ages. Back when, before online dating, you may see a Six with Nine and that was the reason ergo they produced kids that the best of them and then some whereas now its an image thing. But what if the two that met on the web with followings immense were nip tucked to hell and are now facing their real flex staring back at them with features they thought they’d erased from the record? Awkward. Now, the mind control bit is super interesting as well because its done did via a few things:

Food, social moods and cues plus the educational establishment.

The former we’ve covered, the latter is something I’ve addressed with a futuristic example in this text so lets glance at the one in the mid for a bit, yes? I asked in this thread who you’d be if we ejected the spell “Hollywood” from your lex? Read it then play pretend there are no movie flicks, no musical movements that had you sagging your pants off your rear end or wearing flannels as the Sun hit its zenith or whatever you wish. Big difference, eh? And who controls the studios, views and talent? A handful of peeps, at best, who get to play Simon Says with the rest of the realm hence why they’d spin a record to death that you hated back when before you were humming along with your regularly scheduled programming..

I wonder about these type of things hence why I took the time to type this text and ask you the question, my friend:

Why are Boomers, Gen X and Millennials so different?

Do you have a different perspect or have you never considered at length? My intent isn’t to diss or such things but I find it amazing that so many humans can be molded into reality tunnels, invisible, that they’ll live to death and never question exist but are firmly convinced that they are not only correct but the only option that makes sense. I find that pretty wild and in my convos the elder than Gen X didn’t get it whilst the younger paid lip service tolerance as they’ll throw that word out with abandon but are swift with attempts to cancel anyone who doesn’t totally vibe with them and agree with everything they said which is, once again, the Boomer mindset but in new and improved fancy dress. With us it was either beef on site, until the very end or you’d flick the deuce, bounce, and never speak to them again as you decided where you directed your attention and didn’t stare at what offends before complaining to someone else and not actually doing a thing to flip the script. My gen has mad apathy though. The Boomers simply won’t relent and the Millennials are chomping at the bit for their shot at the helm whilst the ones left off the list were born into a world, analog, they watched shift in front of their lids and have a wealth of lived imperience as well as recollecting times before attention spans were decimated and everything became exaggerated as the new Souls were numb as hell due to the “Be Kind, Rewind” effect I mentioned in this text which is what comes next for ones that Know not the Ledge whilst still wearing the flesh because the wildest thing about all of this is this whole dimension and the rest you can’t comprehend all take place inside your head as you are an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists and projects this whole thing.

Signed, a figment of your imagination.

Till we meet again

May Will Release All of Your Burdens. Permanently

Have you heard the good news, my friend? Your problems are about to come to an end and all the invisible burdens you have carried since back when will be lifted from your shoulders so resist the habit to make them persist by changing the way you view things. Look afresh, see what kicks and next month you will comprehend why I said May will release all of your burdens. Permanently.

I’ve stated since a few years ago that the Game is changing and that it is. There is a shift in progress in which the old order of the ages is getting desperate as it attempts to prevent a mass awakening. If you’re ahead of the curve and clicked the Valley of the Plebs with its “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” programming is an immense swizz that congrats, my friend. Remember, you can’t click your fingertips and make this happen in anyone else as there is the whole Soul Ages thing in full effect so rejoice as spiritual development kills your false relationships, dead. Some people will just vanish. Others, you will delink. It is all for the best as she favors our overtaking this mess and leaving the rest in the dust. That is their wavelength. Do the Knowledge and unlearn the mess they poured in since back when.

The first and greatest thing is that only now exists. The golden circle the Negs cannot access is what they covet so become Centered in Self whenever a moment presents. If you start feeling stressed or anxious then bow your head, place a hand on chest and ask:

“Are these my thoughts?“.

See what the flesh says and not the chatterbox that rabbits, incessant. Trace the sensations, sit with them. You may find an old memory popping in, unbidden. Accept it then let it go like bubbles ascend from the floor of the ocean as you release the tumult that comes with it. If you haven’t now is the best time to start tracing your timeline and closing open loops and such things for what one resists, persists. Know that you did the best with the resources you had, back then, but now are wiser and more certain of your purpose so speak to the child within, reassure them, let them vent and celebrate as together you ascend to a new vibration which is in resonance with the Prime who pre-exists of whom you are an aspect wearing flesh.

We are moving toward cosmic completion of events that started around Ninety Six so look back to then and consider Two Thousand and Fourteen as well. Spot the Pattern then click:

You don’t have to be it once you see it.

That is the difference that makes the difference, my friend, as you step into the power of the Witness and not the fable entitled John of House Smith or whatever BS is inside your head. Thats belief system, by the way. Most people are running around with buggy operating system they didn’t chose but inherited from parents that were as miserable as can be but, usually, pretended the opposite. The age of tricknology amped this times ten as people attempt to influence via the web so I’d suggest that if you haven’t already make the next strongs, six, a respite from the net. Use it like a toolbelt instead so its “as and when” versus “This is where you’ll find me – AM to PM. The last thing I caress at night before bed is the phone with its black mirror tint and its the first fed my attention on rising”. Gift that resource to your Self. See what happens. Miracles are awaiting if you change your habits as the definition of madness is doing again what delivered the present you wish to change so embrace the pain to win the Game as they wrapped this gift in papers of fear and dread as a test of your sincerity and skills.

Comprehend that we live in times where ignorance masquerades as wisdom and, to the truth, most are allergic as it contradicts the particular version of facts they accepted without ever stopping to reality test. Drop the bundle. It wasn’t yours anyway. Between now and Twenty Seven we shall see a mass cleansing that shifts the paradigm. Those who wish to control your percepts will use their old tricks to ensure their Empire makes the shift with the plebs they assert to serve and protect when, in reality, they are all about themselves as they prey on ignorance. By Thirty Three the Game will be in a totally different octave ergo the ones who wish for a future filled with pseudo immortal robo sex will get it and the ones who chose to ascend from this Game will align with their Prime point of origin and do just this. Many will carry the weight to which they are accustomed as to glimpse within fills them with dread and, worse still, they know not this fear is merely a street sign on the way to healing. I wrote this, that and the other to help if this caused something long dimmed to respark within.

Beware of false sentiment and rose tints that try and rationalize with a “It wasn’t that bad, really”. Ignore the trick. Converse with the child within and see what that raw red ink says on the page when you request its insight on said events then chose your own adventure in the flesh out of the range of the graspers of consciousness. Or don’t. Thats on you, my friend. I am merely the messenger who is nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination who tells you are the only Soul in this realm which is quite mind bending when it clicks then seems stupidly obvious as well.

Release, release, release. This is a time for practical metaphysics that doesn’t attempt to force a continuity on which was never a true fit. Yes, some square watermelons will become spherical instead as they breathe a sign of relief and expand into their natural resonance. Isolation is good as its only natural to need silence to commune with the Psylense within your chest and this is why I said intuition is Spirit so if you’re called to create as vent then let rip with the inks or whatever medium you feel is best. Some just like to sit, quietly, and feel the feelings as they scratch an itch in the depths of their subconscious that releases an immense block of emotions of which they were previously ignorant. You will find your own guidance. Of that I am certain. Listen to the cues and clues of how life is speaking as it is not by accident you are reading this so seize the opportunity to align with your true Soul purpose as the old ways that never worked are defenestrated. Emotional detachment will become effortless as the links that used to sting where they sank into your flesh are now rendered nil instead. Shake it out or stand still. Either shall assist in actualizing the shift to your optimal resonance so invest the effort and I assure the dividends will bring more than you can ever spend so be generous!

Doubt not your Self as its akin to placing the brake on your Spirit but that doesn’t mean one should push it to the limit either as its a question of balance. Feel from within what is the best option then simply take the next step and the rest will handle itself in ways you cannot even currently imagine to generate outcomes that fit, perfect, with who you are becoming in this realm. The Psylense speaks in signs and symbols. This is why I said make the net minimal, my friend, as that false glow drowns out the liminal message. Ease the nerves from doomscrolling and fake dopamine bliss. Stretch and flex instead. Enjoy the Sun as it shines. Lay on the ground for a bit. Think of something you’ve wanted to do for ages but never could find the time to fit and then do it. Those half read books? Complete them. That old To Do list? Yep. You get the drift, yes?

What do you actually want when not prompted by algos, him or them?

That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question, isn’t it? He who defines not what Self is, by definition, reciting anothers script. Its a mindglowing concept as freedom is quiet alien to the Slaves of this realm who find comfort in thinking another will swoop in and save them when, in reality, they are the ones wearing the cape and for themselves were they waiting. A new Path shall spring and Power is written upon it so create it by walking. It may feel strange, scary or different. That is good. That means its new signals coming into your CNS. Remember how exciting life was as a child? The constant sense of discovering and interest in everything? Thats is what is being regenerated:

Pure Inner Sense.

The Matrix may trick some of the plebs for a few clicks but here, now, for the chosen who choose themselves, the codes are revealed as nothing but suggestions one is free to reject because, without you, none of this exists. This is what the old pains and rest kept hid as they almost convinced you you are small and powerless when, in reality, this entire dimension and all within play out inside your consciousness. Like I said, mindglowing, isn’t it? Perfection is retrospective ergo it may not make sense at present but when you look back from a life all together more pleasant and coherent that is aligned with the best version of thee it will become Self evident that its all for the best, so have at it! Observe the automatic. The Click-Whirr bits. See if they’re working or simply movement patterns that no longer serve a purpose. Choose something else. See what happens. Explore your options which are, in reality, unlimited. Live not for the expectations of the plebs around that schelp the treadmill and back home again for their regularly scheduled programming but don’t feed them your attention or get guilt tripped as well as your attention is way too precious for bad investments.

Its always greater, later, when it comes to lifes gifts. You haven’t missed a thing, my friend, because the difference between a coal and diamond involves pressure and scales of time, immense. Now is your time to shine. Of that, I am certain, so believe in your Self as I’m simply a figment of your imagination saying what you knew but refused to believe. For what reasons? I’m wondering. You could be as well. If you wish. You are not a person but people. This is the Choose Your Own Adventure concept from another aspect as who you were isn’t is and that doesn’t fit with becoming either. Square watermelon, recollect? Wander into the forest of illusion to find from whence this fruit springs and feel that true connection again. Become natural. Flow. Reclaim your sovereign essence.

Somewhere, in the multiverse, there is the you you are capable of being awaiting for you to tune in and manifest its presence in the flesh. Here, now, at present. That is what this shift brings. The plebs will get what they expect as they slide downhill with a grin for it takes no effort to amuse yourself to death but ask one who went against the grain with all to gain and he’ll exclaim, with a grin:

“They are YOUR fears!“.

It really is as simple as this, my friend, for that little spell breaks the binds of ignorance you accepted since back when as you chose to live and think small. Why? Why did you do this? Check that old script and rewrite it by aligning with heart centered consciousness as you disengage from the Game of Simon Says with that voice in your head by comprehending you ain’t it but that which listens. The spiritual muscles you are soon to flex only grow when at rest so stop pushing for a bit and just melt. Stopping the role play and disconnecting from the net really helps in this respect as its so performative. You don’t pull seedlings to make them grow. No. You simply create the right environment and give them space. Nature takes care of the rest…

Rest finishes what stress started.

What in life are you tolerating? Why? For what reason? To make someone else grin? In the hope they bring you a medal or parade for congratulations? Maybe you’re just a doormat for them to step? Ever think of this, my friend? There are dangers to people pleasing and, under this, is often a total disconnect that may or may not have happened due to two words uttered by a parent, back when. Look into the shadow to find enlightenment then roll the dice with a new bet on Self. See what happens. Intensity comes from within and its from here that purpose springs which awakens your internal compass that causes external shifts that manifest for the best as you put one step in front of the next. You will soon see there is no such thing as coincidence because the youniverse is conspiring for you to awaken and has been since back when. Now is just time it gets obvious to those with the ears to listen and eyes that glisten as they take in the immense magnificence they project as a reminder they are an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists wearing flesh in this realm playing an immense Game for which you inserted your Soul as a credit that, right now, is being hyperconducted to your brain that modulates it using a set of filters and programs which previously ran unchecked but can now be reset to a new standard that is far more in tune with the unfinite. Are you hearing me on FM, my friend?

A lot of people carry things thinking they bring freedom when, in reality, they are signs of burden for they hold together with stress that which feels like a broken shell but what if this is merely there to house the magnificence that could be rising in its stead? You can tell if what I said is correct as you’ll always have felt that you were destined for more than this and somehow never fit. This coming transit reveals the real you in all its effervescent brilliance so embrace the change to beat the Game. Holding equates to safe when it seems life constantly takes away but what if the burning coals in your grip you wish to throw at someone else are actually diamond tips of insight which were gifts from the Prime who pre-exists to see who is with it and clicks the riddle and thus solves the puzzle of their existence? If you are one of the chosen who chooses themselves and is still reading then you know what time it is as I could wax lyrical about the next two years of all of this and what is to come but we’ll uncover that topic as and when. If you’re reading this before Twenty Eight then its never too late to dive in and do the Knowledge, my friend.

Till we meet again