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People talk a whole load about Soul and other kinds of things but then seem to forget these aren’t mere concepts or outlines of a sketch but real skills, within. Peep Game:

Intuition is Spirit.

You ever noticed how you can Thunk with that chunk of fat in your head and turn over that and this in quest for solutions but then, out of the blue, comes a download which drops, fully formed, into your awareness? Where in the heck do you think this piece of intensely increased bandwidth kicked? From your chest, dummy. The heart has an immense electromagnetic field, glial cells and melanin within that does a heck of a lot more than just pump blood around your system. Read this book for an insight on the depth of what dwells within your flesh and why I said that god, for most, is absent. The question then is – “Who rules in his stead?”. That would be (false) self, my friend. That is what does the talking via the voice in your head and haven’t you ever noticed how its totally predictable and, often, of low vibration? Interesting, yes? If you want to get extra metaphysic with it there is no coincidence in the Warriors lex as we go in, see dense instead and comprehend that the fact the blue throat region is linked with this vibration ergo it forms the bridge between thinking and feeling. For extra sprinkles and credit you can imagine why anger is red, cowardice is yellow and envy is green then extrapolate the links between the request you “Be leaf” what they said in those promulgated holy texts that encode the true depth of what kicks wearing flesh. Peep this for the link between Jesus being crucified on a hill and how that, in my lens, speaks on your divine consciousness as butchered, at present, via the hemispheres of your head. One repents and the other says “Get out of here with that mess because I ain’t trying to hear it”. Thats the same trick that speaks via the voice most Thunk is them…

If intuition is Spirit then imagination is the on ramp to higher learning which is why they killed this, quick, back when they dropped the “Sit still, look ahead” programming on the kids. Another curious link is how that reps goats, sacrificial, which resonates with the horned demon link which is nothing more or less than old astro myths dressed in new skins. Haven’t you ever stopped to ponder the sync between Saturn, Satan and the black mirror in your grip that connects your mind to the next and how that, once again, is underpinned in the chakra system? Like I said, my friend, there are advantages to upping your res but there are also dangers to deprogramming as many are simply not ready to be disconnected. Why isn’t that “purpley” instead? Why? Because thats the realm of intuition and if you haven’t guessed the hearts EM field extends and transcends all the rest as its connected to the Prime, undivided. Logic will only get you so far on the quest for gnosis which is why I said that most who profess certain texts and methods have memorized all types of directions, signs and signals but have never, ever taken a single step. Ironic, isn’t it? Another form of the treadmill that has the world in its grip…

As I sit here, typing this, I am faced with a decision. I finally comprehend exactly what it is that I’m up against. Not only in me but you and beyond this realm as well. That isn’t the worst part though because its taken me lifetimes to gain this wisdom and whilst a part of me wishes to sprinkle it on the realm with reckless abandon I Know its simply beyond the resonance of most to read and implement. So whats the point then? Am I whizzing in the wind with a vanity project? Was the mystic on the hill I met, back when, totally correct when he said that I should fix my own problems and leave the rest up to them? I totally get his logic and perspective but there is another part of me that simply cannot stand to see so many people suffering. And yet, what comes of it? I’ve pushed the pen and wrote hundreds of articles in my own personal imperiment in shifting the collective consciousness in another direction and since I’ve started this site to the present moment its been read by a tiny fragment of its potential audience. The ones that have checked it, religious, are those moving chess pieces in opposition which is mad ironic as I recently came to comprehend that me and them is like an ex that you left but they keep tabs, nonetheless.

Weddings. Not really my thing… I guess thats why I said I’d never join a group or organization but thats another topic. Actually, what if it isn’t and it was actually Spirit that prompted me to make this decision? Have you ever felt the twinkling that sings through your nervous system and says, politely, keep your distance? What if one were dealing with a many headed beast that can present as many things and use any image it thinks will generate a reaction? What then? Ah, we’re getting too far on the edge for those that don’t Know the Ledge so lets keep it at that, yes?

Intuition is Spirit. Say it with me again and then one more time till you feel it. It may just save your life, in the end. Let your mind drift as your body chills and it does its thing as the images, sensations and links float in and provide the answers to the questions you ain’t even asked yet. Its pretty amazing, isn’t it? I find it super strange how this realm classes this as a lack of focus and such things when you are simply opening to an aspect of thee, within, that processes billions of bits of data per second as opposed to the 8, give or take, in your head. Check the image at the head of this article about how your brain fills in what it expects and not what presents then sprinkle some seeds about atoms and their deception into your subconscious. Water and nourish with attention, as and when, to see what develops. This is how you build a bountiful orchard with a fertile oasis in the middle of what was a deserted forest of illusion aka the Kingdom. All you seek is within your awareness, my friend. Of this I am simply a figment as, without you, none of this exists. Total flip of “I am small and insignificant on a huge planet” mindset they pimp, yes?

Intellect, imagination and intuition are the true keys to freedom from the Mind Made Prison as the first is etched by the left hemisphere of your head (aka the thief who would not repent) whilst the next kicks in via the more creative aspect which is, often, linked with the divine feminine and rounding out this triumvirate is intuition. Have you ever heard the term street smart before? Thats a perfection definition of the Game I’m kicking as their intellect is honed to a keen edge by using all of these elements in the perfect mix to stay ahead of the competition. In opposition we have the cognitively dead who read and memorize what another said then quote it, chapter and verses (complete with refs) but the knowledge they profess hasn’t been digested. That is the life of the career academic, my friend. Its why you look around and see fields filled with hyper specialization that are totally ignorant of the developments in the people next to them ergo the sciences strain in their own directions but no one, yet, stitches together a narrative that makes sense. Well, I have attempted this and the implications are horrifying. So much so that I’m starting to think the mystic on the hill was totally correct in what he said about the Valley of the Plebs and mindsets therein. They can’t be set free if they can’t see they are chained.

School, in many ways, was there to disrupt the way you naturally learn. I spoke on a text about an alternate method that would bring the genius out instead of suppressing it with rote repetition and doing well on the test. I can only imagine what kicks with the new gen who get AI to do their homework for them and, whilst we’re on the topic, its bad enough they monopolize so many hours of your day but to lay claim on the rest as well? Its so devilish, my friend. You look at anyone who made a major change in this realm and they will all attest that the gnosis came from within and, most often, via imagination.

Watson and Crick solved their problem via the hint that came from a nocturnal vision, the atomic model as well along with the benzene ring. Did you spot the link? How the bad thief was banging his head against what he saw and expects then the answer came from a different state of play? Tesla was way beyond all of this as he daydreamed in his head and thus sketched all of his inventions, prebuilt, before lifting a finger. Consider the chair upon which you sit. It came from someones imagination, yes? Its a powerful thing. Truly it is. That is why the suppress without end. Have you ever noticed that since the tech became common place we see less and less in terms of new things? By that I mean truly creative innovation. You can step this back a bit and consider how these global bastions of educational wisdom have turned out precisely zilch in terms of true innovation. Consider Julian Brown who came up with a machine that turns plastic into biodese with ease and then see if you can ponder if there may be a link between his imagination, the problem and the fact that he narrowly avoided death after publicizing his invention? If what he says is correct this tech could turn the Game on its head but I’d be willing to bet that, like Tesla, it won’t play out as he thinks because that goes against the plans of those who make beasts of men then charge them for each step in this realm.

The most dangerous thing about school is how it encodes your head and presents a tint to the rest of what comes next as you’ll never think again once Thunk set up camp instead. Its a pretty sad event because it erased the natural state of resonance which was intense and curious as summed up well by this pic:

That is what you’re up against, my friend, and why it behooves to develop your intuits whilst in the flesh as once you leave this realm its that the takes the helm and not the conditioned (false) self ergo you get what you expect hence why NDEs, universally, feature traits of the peeps and cultures that made them which offers an immense hint that the Game, as we know it, takes place inside ones consciousness ergo isn’t the most important thing gaining Knowledge of Self whilst it presents?

Till we meet again

The Pane Body is something I discovered after I was attempting to fit my Soul back in the flesh in the aftermath of my near death experience. I’ve mentioned before how it felt much like taking a tube of toothpaste that had been squeezed in the mid and ejected its contents from their original condensation. As you can guess, getting that stuff back in properly was something of a mission but the learning that came from said events was beyond expectations. In that respect you could say the universe dwells in a perpetual state of balance for one who has the presence of mind to unwrap the gift of the present moment but the rest are stuck on tilt, getting less and less of what they wish and more that causes them stress. More on this as we progress.

Ignorance of the Pane Body is the cause of all your ills and its the worlds best kept secret as it causes the tills to ring, keeps Doctors offices filled and you munching pills. That alone should tell you whats up but the fact that his name – he who first spoke on this – has been scrubbed from the record whilst his less talented contemporaries are known well is the icing on cake that none dare mention smells suspiciously like conspiracy. Indeed when the man him Self raised such questions about the dark forces moving against them he was labeled as paranoid and delusional. And yet, what he said hit the nail on the head and was of immense help to me when it came to my path and healing. His name?

Wilhelm Reich, a true giant among men who’d been trained to kneel at the feet of midgets.

He proposed the air around us is filled with a subtle element that man can capture and harness. He wasn’t the first to come up with this concept as we have records of Chi, Prana and Vril as well as the Great Spirit and countless other “legends” that are wrote off as myth and and fable. “There mere ravings of a primitive people who thought that thunders were the anger of the gods and whatnot” says the book smart one who reads what they said in official ink as the only sanctioned narrative, amen. In many ways everything follows the pyramidial model of religion in this realm with the plebs riding the bench and pumping in donations to the men in the middle and the head honcho who sits way out of the reach and vision of the rest but gratefully accepts all you give. Some would say they’re all ran by the same team but, shh, don’t say I told you this. Back to Reich:

This man had a hell of a life that I may get into, elsewhen, but for now lets mention something he and Tesla held in common:

The Ether. You know, that stuff that makes your Soul glow so… I call it the Psylense because, in my paradigm, everything exists within and is sustained by its presence which is as easy to miss as a canvas upon which paint slings to display things to your consciousness. That is where the noiZ steps in or, from a musical lens, you could say its the space that makes the rest possible. Much like the gaps in between the thoughts in your head. It can be a worthwhile investment to leverage those blips and crowbar your consciousness into a higher level of awareness. It works especially when as you come back to this realm after a night in bed and, leveraged correctly, you can do some pretty amazing things if you can maintain your chill whilst heating up your awareness.

On a side note, can anyone explain why the gas giants of the solar system emit more energy than they get from the Sun? I suspect this may be due to compression causing ejection of the core content but would entertain answers from those with the wisdom and would appreciate if they can address the twined concept that attest the Earth is expanding. To me the fact that the continents seem to fit like a perfect puzzle has always made me wonder, since a jit. Anyway, back to the topic:

Reich posited that modern man is vitally different to what kicked in the past as we create bands and bands of tension around certain points which are built up of repressed emotions that, in turn, have effects on our awareness as the mind and body are one thing at different forms of spin or resonance. A good way to picture this is electricity and magnetism being a right angle presentation like that famous “spooky action at a distance” fish is actually one but presented as two thanks to slick camera tricks that keep people puzzled via the sleight of mouth pimps. Better yet you could attest that the head runs on sparks whilst the chest handles the attractives and this view can be backed up by measuring the coherent field that it emits and how its strength far exceeds that of the gray matter in your head. Did you know that Glial cells (aka the glue of the brain and a vital component of nervous health) also sit in your belly and chest in immense concentrations? Know we know what a “gut feeling” is, yes? These places I term the Three Kingdoms and they are your true inheritance. Actually, lets back up a bit:

Imagine if you were born to a King and Queen and thus of noble parentage. You were then snatched from the realm and raised to beg on the pavement with a clue of your true place or station. Thing is life has a funny way of not being able to obscure the true provenance of anything and you could bet this man of the street would get more respect, tips and general acknowledgement than the rest because “There is just something about him. I don’t know what it is” as evidenced by his bearing. Lets imagine someone comes, from far, far away, bearing a message and glad tidings about who you are, what happened and how to get out of this mess. Would you want to claim your inheritance or would you be perfectly content with the life you felt seemed inevitable as you’d never explored (or had an inkling) things could be different?

In this case you can bet that most out of ten would raise hell to regain heaven but what if I said the same could be applied to the state of awareness and presence that manifested as your childhood imperience that was filled with immense creation, endless energy and curiosity that won’t relent as you thrilled at the fact you were human. Would you like to regain that again? The only thing preventing this is the Pane Body, my friend, and the process that laid it on is what I call Adulteration. This is the world its built and it is, in the end, entirely optional as its based on ignorance, suffering and disconnection of the masses from their inner realms and the gift of imagination which is then minted and spent on other things, officially sanctioned. Its really quite wild, once it clicks, as reality creation is a skill that involves theatrical deception, par excellence, and those who know this have been at the helm for generations and thus built man in their image. Consider the Brits (do you Know what that name really means or why they place a triple cross in your dish?) and the whole “Stiff upper lip” and think about the fact that tiny, tiny island opened the umbrella of colonialism in the rear ends of every melanated section of the planet before looting their trinkets and natural resources. Actually, have you ever wondered why Africa, India and South America are kept dirt poor and yet are spiritually rich and all of them exhibit the same shape to their continents?

The greater the grip of the Pane Body the more material the focus, it seems. Here we have a race that can be argued for, and well, built the blueprint upon which the modern world is etched in everything from the legal system to the lingua franca of this realm and various other aspects that set the trend that rest hitch their wagons to, real quick. Its ironic how they can’t stay in the sun though and thus what sustains the rest kills them with kindness and yet they’ve flipped the script to make “Ethnic minorities” refer to the mass who have melanin running around their system as they run around dividing and conquering. But, thats another topic. And yet, it is linked with Reich, real well as the old school version of him used to rain dance in tribal settings and it was this particular contraption that led to a brush with Them at the helm who didn’t like it one bit. Basically this simple experiment takes a few sections of pipe which you sit in a bowl of water that then draws down energetics much like the lightning bolt effect in order to cause weather manipulation. Interesting, isn’t it? I intend to make one, one of these rays, but the main issue is a lot of what is promulgated and linked to the name of this man simply isn’t his creation or, if it is, its heavily obfuscated. Doesn’t that make you a tad suspicious? It does to me, thats for certain. Anyway, getting back on topic:

After my NDE I no longer felt like me. That which, once upon a when, worked as a seamless and cohesive whole that was totally invisible was now filled with holes and jagged little edges that were almost entirely out of sync. The image I’ve used is of someone swinging a huge axe at a tree and watching it rip through the lineage but getting stopped by the piece of bark at the edge that retains its connection and sustains the upward elevation of the rest via its strength of presence. Thing is there was now an immense amount of pressure present and loads of other things that must be accounted for in order to get the toothpaste back in the package and this is where Reich steps in with his concept of Body Armor.

BA, for him, is what generates the bad attitude in man as it operates like kinks in a hose that prevent the regular flow which then flips into another version of itself that is not direct and authentic. Adulteration and Inner Sense, in other words. Can you imagine that after having being kissed by death I found the answer to a question that had puzzled me since a jit when I looked at my parents and realized that they too, once upon a when, were children and not actually born like this. It was a horrifying realization and my first, just out of Pampers, existential crisis that spun around in my head for ages and could only be represented by two words:

“What happened?“.

Now I Knew, with a capital K and it made perfect sense as the bits of my spirit that were previously held in via bands of tension that built up over a lifetime of suppression and then draped in coping mechs and various forms of ignorance were now palpably present and hard to miss. It made me wonder if this isn’t the actual basis of what psychonauts call bad trips as I suspect they are one the same, but thats another topic. The Pane Body came to me as I was doing an extended chunk of foam rolling then holding on the highest spot of pain and tension whilst transcending the face that was wincing and held tight in tension. Basically you get to the owie and keep laying it on thick whilst trying to remain totally chill and in the moment. Then something strange happened. I call this Melting and caused a really vivid flashback of an event that felt like time traveling as it was way richer and intense than the life I’d been living. Imagine, just for a moment, that I wasn’t sitting there in a strange position actively chasing my tension with the intention of affection and relaxation but total vivification instead. It felt like someone had lifted the needle on the record of my life and placed it some place else as it was Prousts madeline times ten. But it was what came next that was most amazing as the escaped toothpaste of energetics reassembled itself into a state of coherence that went above and beyond its previous arrangement. As I looked in the mirror it felt like something was different but it was nigh on impossible to put my finger on the image and say what this was. Needless to say my interest was piqued and its on this we shall speak:

I truly believe this is the single best weapon of suppression against the human race and its true divine potential. Its why I’ve said that a golden age baby, freshly stepping in, is the same as a kid in these times of iron. Its what comes next that causes the Pane Body inheritance which springs from parents to their offspring because they, back when, lament:

“When I grow up. I’ll never be like them”.

At some injustice. And yet, nine times out of eleven, they mature and repeat the exact same steps. Verbatim, in some cases. If that isn’t the definition of madness, I don’t know what is. The problem is seeing it is quite difficult, especially when you have been trained to look everywhere but within. Things like this make me question the intent of whats at the helm as the most logical thing is we’re being farmed for negative emotions hence the constant conflict, intra/interpersonal stress and solutions that promise the world but deliver nothing but side effects in the end. That last one is quite ironic as the cause of this realm is not what most suspect:

Them.

See, without the presence of your awareness to Witness this projection none of this exists ergo you are responsible for all of it which is quite mind bending as we, on some level, are doing this to ourselves which is why the Devil appears to get a free reign as people pray to the charades he built in their heads as they comprehend not they are the seeker, seeking and sought. This is why discernment (aka upping your res) is essential because without it you’re stuck in the most basic state and the simply fact of the Game is nobody, ever, stepped in wanting to be less. And yet, thats where they end and the Pane Body knows the truth of what I said because unlike your Adulterated awareness it cannot hop, skip and pretend whilst referring to a past and future tense. It has no choice but to be present. This is why folks scream and yell if you leave them alone for a forty five minute spell in a totally white room with no noise or distractions. At best they’d feel uncomfortable and that is an immense tell about what truly kicks and all I’ve mentioned as well as various esoteric practices of stillness and the manipulation of awareness that involve moving not a muscle as you learn to develop a sense of distance via observation of the currents that flow within. Those alone are pretty amazing when it comes to Knowing the Ledge as you’ll be taken there, real quick. The alternative is to lie on your bed and thrash your arms and legs as you stomp and yell for fifteen minutes. Try it, see what happens. At first it may feel like you’re faking but when something that was once slumbering is awakened within the emotions flood out in a torrent that may just leave the sheets soaking. This is the Pane Body, my friend. It is built upon Patterns of tension that dwell in your subconscious and manipulate your awareness with the whole “Toward pleasure/Away from pain” thing that society exploits from the moment you step in as, surprise, they’re the ones that broke you, back when. Its an old pimps trick known as the Hegelian Dialectic in which they play both sides against the mid to leave the last man standing the option they wanted and you with the short end of the stick. Yet again.

How long shall they kill our prophets whilst we stand aside and look? Just stop and think, for a moment, that if all was present and correct according to the divine sketch in this realm then who the hell is sending them and to what end? Just that one question alone is, I feel, enough to unify all who truly claim to have a heart in their chest as it gets down to the prime cause and effect of what it means to be human as most Souls are pretty decent but its their programming thats a mess. Thing is, if you ask them, direct, they’ll deflect as they’re too accustomed to the fake as they manufacturer proof for the lies they tell. Who? Themselves, everyone else and anyone who’ll listen. The supposed “spirituals” are the worst at this as they slip on their religious head when praying or going through the motions but think they can hide their evil ways when another spirit takes over them. Or maybe that is the greatest challenge? To tell when you’re in the black or red? When to hold em, fold em and go all in? That level of discernment means one must first accept the lay of the land as it is and how tension seeks resolution along the path of least resistance then check how its been working. If it hasn’t, flip the script. Get radical. Do something different and peep the sketch then keep trimming your sails and check which direction the winds doth shift. Sure this way is lonely and you may lose a lot of friends as family say you’ve gone off at the deep end but that is only due to you being out of sync with them and this the Opponent in their head takes as a threat so recollect its not them speaking via those lips but something within and thats when things can get super duper strange, in my imperience, as your shadow is now rendering consciousness in this realm but thats a deeper topic.

Lets just say there are dangers to deprogramming and why many, after a certain age, are best left plugged in. Its also why I’ve said, time and again, that if we let the children lead for a couple of gens without the brainwashing and trauma programming the world could be quite different as the predator of consciousness that feeds on this realm and begets the Pane Body to hide its influence would have no choice but to feed upon itself and that, my friend, is why it intends to mix machine and man as it needs to stay connected to what sustains it whilst we are actually aspects of the Prime, the pre-existing one made manifest via consciousness hence:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

They say the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist. What if that, in keeping with his flex, was actually another fib and the best illusion he ever did weave is actually convincing thee you are he and in the process he displaced your unfinite resonance which is an emanation of what those with faith call their supreme being.

Suddenly, so much about this realm makes perfect sense. Some reading will think “I’ve got no time for these sky daddy fairytales, anyone with an intellect and reason can tell they’re mere control schemes designed to foster conflict via “Us and Them” thinking. Give me something practical, this instant!” whilst those who pledge their faith and believe devoutly what their book says may consider what comes next verging on the blasphemous. Certainly not my intent but definitely is a reflection of my perspect after many lifetimes pondering these things. Check it:

We’re all floating high, high above this realm in a cloud of sentience. It is we, we are it. There are no borders or differentiation in what sustains our presence as we are nurtured via our resonance. There comes a time when the scales tip and one hits an action potential. The raindrop falls and starts to develop its own consciousness. The imperience is an immense thrill because what was once a nebulous cloud that was, paradoxically, eternally the same yet ever changing now segues into something that is tightly condensed at a different scale of vibration and thus feels a whole different type of experience. It falls to Earth, pools collect. There is a type of pleasure and resonance in this play because it feels similar to what they recollect but also different. The environment they came to is packed with chills. Soon these running waters are freezing. Imagine one of those arrows in red which said “You are here” and you’d have a fairly accurate rep of these events.

Now, the snowmen are shaped and formed by forces all around them. Some look at others and think they’re different as they know not they’re made of the same thing and this realm is but a temporary trip into the lowest possible state of vibration. In contrast to the thrill of the rain or the play of waters flowing this life seems quite grim. Now and then people come to tell them “Hey, don’t worry, ever. You aren’t this but something far more special and unfinite”. They are then killed and their deaths celebrated as people are trained to venerate many other things whilst missing the basic gist. Why? Snowmen are easier to control when they “know” they can melt.

This sets off a whole load of conflict and stress, purely due to a lack of Knowledge and the wholesale acceptance of concepts that have not been reality tested as most people play a huge Game of Simon Says… If we were to peek inside the head of one of these frosty fabrications we’d spot a near constant dialogue that went like this:

“Oh, you aren’t good enough. One day, we’ll be dead. Doesn’t that fill you with stress? Here, don’t think about it, lets distract ourselves. I hope we don’t go to hell for being so wicked. I really like pleasure, does that mean I sin? Why won’t people notice I’m funny and interesting? We’re gonna be rich, so rich and powerful. That’ll teach em! I hate em all, every last remaining specimen”.

Imagine if you went into a cave and shouted then it echoed for a bit. You’d need to keep yelling in order to sustain that presence. That is the devil, in this example, and he lives inside the heads of every snowman (woman? person? temporal state of low vibration?) on the planet. Most of them don’t click as the days of splashing happily in pools are way off in the distance so they clutch at the solid brick of chill they’re given as they are simultaneously tortured from within. Yes, life as a snowman is difficult but nowhere near as bad as the threat of melting. “Thats the end!” one voice said in many heads and caused its hosts great agitation. See, that echo shouted actually borrows your sentience then uses it as a weapon against those unaware of its presence or deception and thus the world is how it is. The ones that accidentally stumble upon the Path toward awakening suddenly click “Wait a second, I’m not that which is speaking but the one who is listening. Someone is putting voices in my head!”. The moment they tell others this they’re labeled schizos and medicated till they acquiesce and stop saying these crazy things because there is a chance the rest might click and then the devils jig is up as we a bunch of snowmen that spot the grift and realize not only this inner deception but outer illusion as well. Who knows, maybe these false structures melt and we shift back to that state of flow we knew as Inner Sense as all fears and chatter are dead, leaving only the primacy of imperience as the sun heats the firmament and we evaporate back out of this realm, the same yet different, and head back to the cloud with the remembrance of our adventures in the flesh before doing it all again, should we wish or be unable to maintain our vibration.

In that respect what people call the divine, that which is the Prime, the pre-existing, the perfect, the never changing yet all encompassing that gives life is actually their consciousness and the devil is the chatter I call noiZ which obscures the Psylense that, once imperienced, allows the unfoldment of these revelations as its from whence I’m speaking. You can’t change problems via the same state that created them. Thats impossible. In that respect the sun shining on the snowmen that they interpret as merry hell that wishes them death is actually their salvation from their temporary encasement. Those who hold on tight to the form and illusion find their suffering is immense and thus all seems wicked and the ones more laissez-faire are closer in resonance to children who know the rain, feel the pool and still remember the cloud as well.

Can you see how the whole world has been set off on a wild goose chase when that which lays the golden eggs that sustain them is actually within? Not only that but it is them and also offers the ladder to ascend whilst transcending this realm but enjoying the benefits of their sojourn in the flesh into the Valley of the Plebs. Pain is inevitable, suffering optional. Actually, the former is just a set of signals encoded by the shell that wants, first and foremost, to sustain itself and its presence. Why? Because its hosting the noiZ, the devil, that which isn’t but convinces it is and thus holds billions of Souls within its grip after its programmed them their elbow is their rear end and they’ll find immense fulfillment once they manage to lick it. Modern man is truly more animal than these so called lower forms of sentience and yet, they too, are inflicted with this sickness but on their own level due to the Game dipping in resonance.

Imagine, once upon a when, that the legends of yore that attest man was once mighty, powerful and different were actually true said valid experiences. In this paradigm we are unfurling they would have fell as rain onto a much warmer planet that perfectly sustained their resonance as they floated as clouds around it and enjoyed the ride of rising and falling to the surface before deciding to jet back to that which creates, maintains and sustains them. Thing is this imperience contained with the process which would be hijacked due to this external influence. Or, who knows maybe it was always present, waiting in the wings and this was the prelude to fool the Soul that would soon be calling in their heads as it pulled various camera tricks to obscure what is by making them believe in what isn’t?

This steam generation would do things we class as impossible as they were far more connected and in resonance than we, as isolated snowmen held captive in a low state of vibration with no gnosis of Knowledge to create our own frame of reference, could ever deem probable. After all, imagine if someone said to a frozen chunk of sentience that had been subjected to a constant chatter in their head that could leap from one side of the world to the next via intent, just for the heck of it? “Cool story, bro” said the one in question as to them this seems impossible. But look, lets spin back the clock (or forward, its irrelevant as the serpent bites its tail hence it tells you elbow licking is the thing) and shift to the consciousness where they not only know they are gods but really enjoy it.

There is a huge cloud around the Earth. People are mingling and playing. Some enjoy the thrill of falling as rain as it reminds them of the trip they made during the individuation of their consciousness and, in their enjoyment, they are offering the resonance of praise to that which creates, maintains and sustains. “This is amazing” they think as their powers of processing and reasoning grow with each imperience. Some fall to Earth and form huge pools of sentience and marvel at the fact that its like the cloud, yet different. They learn to whip and condense their motions and the power of unification is immense and breath taking as they grow further and further in consciousness. At the crest of this imperience as the winds whipped the water and the collective came close to the sun one proto-drop had the inkling to recollect “I am more than this” during this new level of the Game they’re playing.

At that moment he achieves transcendence as the shift in vibration does its thing and thus he starts floating. Some of the ocean notices and thinks “I can do this” and follow suit of the example as they heart back to the cloud around the Earth which now is getting thin because of the increase in the oceans. This original bright spark on its quest back to the heavens and its Prime point of origins speaks to cloud collective and says “Hey, why aren’t you doing something for them that think they’re the oceans? Even now they are starting to sense the splits when in reality they’re all connected and something far more powerful?”.

Those who remain in the cloud look at him like “You must be dim to even be asking. Thats on them. We’re where we are as we sustain our vibration and if they wish to dip them let em. We’ll just watch from a distance”. He doesn’t like this, not one bit and, due to the fact he transcends the dimensional structure of consciousness, he can whip from one end of the planet to the other in an instant. Everywhen the clouds think the same thing. “I’m all right, Jack. Thats on them. Foolish humans”.

Thus, the gods are born. Not the real real one which still dwells in your head as the Psylense but the ones who are in a relative context due to their higher vibration woven through the collective as they have no wish to sink to the depths of whats coming as they’ve seen the inevitable.

We flash forward a bit and see the temperature has chilled, the sun recedes to a distance. The time as pools of fresh rain is limited and, on top of this, they have built a System to freeze the inmates as quick as they step in, shape and form them in their image and, behold, they are sent out a realm thinking they’re snowmen when, in reality, they are sheep to be fleeced and fed to the wolves that made them think what it isn’t as they sit, up in their cloud, with a grimace.

Some may have just clicked why the image of god as an angry white man is so widespread. Others may think what I’ve said is hugely blasphemous and a few will recollect that resonance in this chest as Morgan Freeman says “He’s right, you know?”. Can you hear the Psylense? That is the question because without it how can you claim your perspect is correct if your implanations don’t tick so many reality boxes in one instance because what seems like mysteries are just untold histories and the truth is becoming clear to me as the lighthouse flicks its hints, off in the distance, and I sit in the darkness rearranging the pieces of a puzzle as presented to my sensory equipment in a realm filled with snowmen that are actually living hostages of the unfinite cloud of sentience they are and can be once again.

Far from being abstract metaphysics and the type of navel gazing this field brings (as well as inveterate attempts at elbow licking as preached by various paradigms) what I’m saying is eminently practical as you’ll see with the technological unfoldment of higher consciousness via silicon assistance thats coming when man becomes trans-human. Consider this a gift from those forces that sit in the clouds, grimacing, at the nuisance of the human problem whilst simultaneously extracting their energetics via suffering to sustain their resonance as hyper dimensional aliens of vampiric habits that are prone to shape shifting as they pop in out of this realm. Another lightbulb moment, for some reading. Please, follow that illumination within and report your findings because we all, at this moment, are attempting to solve a hard puzzle in the darkness and this light is the same through all paradigms so each one, teach one is in full effect.

Like training wheels for refined consciousness man will learn to maintain higher vibrational states again via the interjection of silicon modulation to interface his consciousness. What goes on under the hood? Pretty much none will suspect because now, like then, will be driven by the urge of (false) self satisfaction and whims that are introduced as impulses to their mental frame that perform an amazing magic trick of making them believe they’re something else. In many respects the net and peoples addiction to the black cube of the web are hints of the hyper-dimensional aspect of this because the symbols never shift but peoples meanings tend to flip due to what they’re instructed but have never personally reality tested to see whats happening beyond the script that was penned and handed as “The way it is”.

Soon we will be able to feelsee what another is streaming as we aggregate our consciousness and just like the idea of speaking to another instantly across the planet seemed like science fiction a scant few generations ago what I said about the changes of state and vibration being everything will become obvious. Except it won’t. Know why? Those of the false cloud, those bitter, angry old men will not allow this type of thought to be shared and will filter it from ever hitting the evolved snowmans new sandy watery presence consciousness due to the low level tech they plugged in to artificially uplift the collective.

I really have my thoughts about this realm. I really do. A part of me suspects it may be an experiment that went wrong, a gross misuse of free will or the end result of spiritual wickedness placed high above the frame of reference of most living as a subtle and crafty spider weaves a web, so attractive, for the snowmen it itself builds in its own image and pours its thinking into their heads to imperience the best of the flesh without dipping whilst also reaping the benefits of their suffering and supplications this brings. Fallen angels, suddenly, don’t seem like myth when you consider the paradigm from this perspective but, like I said, this is subject to revision and evolution because whilst I currently sit alone in the darkness, rearranging the pieces of this puzzle via the intermittent flashes of illumination that come from higher consciousness when my Soul is in resonance with the Psylense that creates, maintains and sustains it this will soon be changing because I know, for certain, that 8% of the planet out there feelsee the same thing, even if they haven’t articulated it yet, and the Knowledge I kick will set them off on their own quest to conquer their innerverse as they get to Know thy Self.

The divinity within your consciousness is an immense hint for those who comprehend the shadows depth as its here where dwelleth your Opponent hence in but not of this world is quite perfect at outlining the sketch, yes?

Till we meet again

Security, safety and approval. The three drugs we’re first dealt when we step into this godforsaken realm and most are thoroughly addicted. My, that sounded a bit melodramatic but it really isn’t, if you think. How much of your life and decisions therein are ruled by desiring security, safety and approval? Quite a lot, yes?

How much of that have you gained by actually being honest and direct and how much has came from presenting aspects and facets of yourself in ways that you hope ingratiate with those who can provide the resources you wish? Quite a lot, yes? Are you starting to see what I meant about addiction and it all stems back from the days when you were an infant because, nine times out of ten, you were born to a damaged woman who then propagated her imprint upon your nascent awareness. Lets examine:

A baby is entirely at the mercy of the elements. If left to fend for themselves after they set foot in this realm you can certainly be assured they’d be dead as they are so helpless. The relationship to the mother is vital and this begins when the child is still a concept who receives affection from the parent which is carrying the developing fetus. What a lot of mothers don’t click is that the child to be also absorbs a heck of a lot more emotion ranging from the latest celebrity whore gossip and your reaction to it as you binge watch reality television whilst eating biscuits as well as the pangs of regret which kick when you wonder if you made the right decision and how the timing of this baby might affect your long term prospects in the career you built.

Like a fish the baby swims in a sea of emotions and they are in constant flux as so many women are not in control of themselves. To keep it a hundred not many women actually, truly like themselves and this can generate a sense of emotional starvation for the child once formed and developing because they may thirst for a large, warm glass of affection and the mother can only provide it in sips via the thimble with which she’s equipped. Where did she get this? You guessed it, from her maternal lineage. See, all it takes is one kink in the hose and the flow can be blocked for generations when Knowledge of Self and introspection are thin on the ground and this process is what I called the wounded womb which hurts the seeds it births. Even if it didn’t mean it.

Security, safety and approval. These three are granted to the baby primarily by the one who bought it into this realm. If they are missing or inadequate in any sense then the child is set up to fail before they’ve even taken their first steps. Don’t get me wrong, this doesn’t mean they won’t be a success. On the contrary as this type of neglect can spin off to the dizzying heights of conquest. Steve Jobs is a perfect example of this as his birth mother was scared to hug him in case he was taken away and we see the echoes of this distance with his own first born which illustrates my point quite well.

For many people in this realm they simply cannot imagine being anything else than what they are and that is a thing of great sadness. The other axis of spin away from the one Jobs picked is that of a drug addict. Heroin, apparently, feels akin to a mothers affection as its golden glow envelopes you from within with such a secure, serene sense of acceptance. In my experience the various things to which one can become addicted always have a resonance with what is missing and that is why we crave them. Cocaine, for example, generates that present moment recklessness and focus that is often otherwise hidden behind excessive rumination and fearful thinking which stems from, you guessed it, childhood privation. The best and most successful scratch to itch is that of financial dominance as people have been programmed to think this is the end all, be all that will fix everything.

Not so much, in my imperience, as I’ve conversed at depth with people who came from less than nothing and now sit on top of a mountain made of gold with more than they could wish. The subtle, underpinning current seemed to be “If I can get just get … Then it will be enough. That will be it. I’ll have found what I’m seeking“.

Like a squirrel on a quest for a nut without a clue of what it looks like they run that way and this. Often they accumulate a heck of a lot and gain prestige and respect as the world values these kind of things but internally they’re often that same scared kid that is deeply insecure about its existence and right to live.

Security, safety and approval. When withheld can be fatal as they can deal a death blow to the connection between the embodiment and Spirit so the person feels like they’re lost, insignificant, up the creek without a paddle and thus set adrift in a realm where no one and nothing cares about them. The level of nihilism this brings can manifest as people who are dead in their teens or, on the opposite, rack up a prolific number of kills as they place as little value on anothers life as they do their own existence.

“In many ways I was just looking for someone to kill me for me” he said. “Know what I mean? Like, I’ll take the hit and chop em well so everyone knew I did it in the hopes that someone would have the balls to come and get revenge then bring my misery to an end because I’m as scared to die as I am live”.

Ghettos around the world are filled with people like this and the criminals see them coming and rope them in to their click as a good hammer is a hard to find so they train him how to nail those who dare trespass against them. You often find the same temperament in soldiers as well who sign up young in order to find a socially sanctioned vent for what they feel within:

“The regiment became my family and my sergeant the surrogate father I wished I had back when” said the highly decorated vet with a list of confirmed kills and was known for taking risky missions which he always managed to escape unscathed and bring back all he came with. “Out there, in the field, its kill or be killed and its such an immense thrill because the one with the least fear wins in each encounter. Its got nothing to with skills or anything else they sell to civilians because in the heat of the moment when your arse is going and the adrenaline is pumping its kill or be killed and all I could think was how it would feel to hear the cheers as we celebrate in the mess and he says “You did a good job” as he grins”.

In this example you can tell he had the security and safety as he was a mamas boy since the jump and his father detested this about him as he himself got none of this and thus his formative years were filled with disapproval for being a soft sissy who felt he needed to prove himself in order to be worthy of the affection and validation his father was withholding. “Thats what made me think about the forces and once I got in I realized I didn’t need him or care a little bit because…” he trailed off finding the truth hard to express. “You’d found a surrogate that allowed you to pretend to retroactively tick the boxes you wish he’d did” I finished. “Yeah, sort of, something like that. You really don’t know unless you’ve been in. Its not really about the killing because those lot aren’t even human. Straight up savages and they deserve what they get for trying to go against our kingdom but its more than that. Its the sense of kinship, the purpose, those stretches of boredom within when you’re itching to kill and the celebration as well when you make it back in one piece. It makes you feel alive. It makes it all worth it. I think everyone should kill someone at least once. Just for the experience”.

“Do you think about the life and family of the chicken we’re eating?” said the ghetto solider, on the flip. “Or is it just a delicious means to an end which keeps you living?”. “Actually, I have pondered this before and it really makes me wonder as we consume death to exist and that metamorphosis generates huge questions about the intent of this realm and my position in it“. “So what did you do? Stop eating or something?”. “Almost” I replied. “For a while I couldn’t stomach it at all and shifted to fruits and veg then vegan but there is nothing in this world that wants to be ate. The Shmoo doesn’t exist in this realm and its a work of fiction to think that something would willingly lay dead for your survival”. “What happened next?” he said noticing the pile of food we’d been demolishing over a few drinks. “Well, something shifted within as I realized I was becoming super emaciated and couldn’t find anything else. One major change is I cleanse and appreciate the food before eating”. “Ah, so thats the reason for all that arm waving and mumbling? Gotcha, whatever makes you feel better about doing what you did, correct?“.

I pondered about this because there still is something about the entire apex predator thing that gives me pause, every now and then. The gent in question was a denizen of the pavement where the unspoken rules state there are the strong and the weak and when the former are hungry, the latter they eat. This he did but primarily as a means for survival as his past was horrific and he’d been fending for himself since he was a kid. The whole latch key neglect experience so obviously he’d flourish when the local hoods took him under their wing and provided that which he was craving.

Security, safety and approval.

First it started off with “Kid, hop on your bike, take this package to those men and tell us what he said about the next drop. Go on, quick” and he’d pedal off to peddle off the latest consignment. Next it was scouting, trailing, being the lookout on occasion when things were going down or they were moving against someone else as no one ever paid any attention to a ghetto kid cycling. “It made me feel protected. Like I was part of something bigger than myself” he said. You can see the boxes getting ticked as approval comes next and his rep starts to swell as ten people shanked while his peers are still taking exams at school is the thing of legends.

All good things do end but he was smart enough to comprehend he was a pawn in all of this so he parlayed his rep into something more profitable instead of handling the dregs via a remarkably clever and astute use of leverage which I won’t mention. Besides, he’d already spied his replacement from the estate where he lived and that born to another derelict drug addict who couldn’t care less about him so no one complained when he flipped the script and chose to keep a working distance before things got thick. The cycle repeats itself and on the macro or micro scale the Game is what it is because a hit is a hit and the boardroom uses the same ment as that gang that chills in the local takeaway back office from which they coordinate operations.

This is why I’ve said we’re in a fractal, my friend. There are roles and positions that are based on resonance plus the use of the options that present. Granted, for many the above sketch is beyond their ken as something to truly live but I share it to illustrate the variables. The Warrior comprehends the deets, transcends and raises his chi to a whole nother level of consciousness and asks the questions that truly outline the sketch and what kicks because if one must truly be detached to skip being slammed back in the flesh again you can guess the rest as life is conspiring to make me win. You as well, my friend.

Know the Ledge.

Till we meet again

Someone gifts you a house. Its not yet a home. Actually its pretty much a building and not one you’d really want to live within. The roof is leaking, the floors are creaking, some of the windows have seen better days. Needless to say it needs some elbow grease and a lot more than a lick of paint. But, celebrate! Its free after all and the thing with real estate is its value only ever increases so what would you do? Lets assume you decide to make this your place, your base of operations, a refuge from the world and its din, your own idyllic slice of bliss. You look around at the mess and decide to decode it as potential instead. Whats the first step?

Before anything else we must accept the situation as it is. No wishful thinking, denial or tricks. You’ve been gifted an opportunity that can only be actualized via sustained effort. Lets look around and see what needs immediate attention, whip up a list of priorities with what to fix as there is no point rearranging deckchairs on a sinking ship when common sense would dictate something else. Next we get to cleansing. Throw out what isn’t needed, what doesn’t serve our purpose and is in effect just clogging up the room within which we could unfold something beneficial instead. Now lets stop and chill for a moment, take in our progress. So often in life people are running toward a goal, or so they tell themselves in their head, but they’re actually trying to escape something instead. The problem with that is they can’t tell when they’ve arrived because they never actually left the limited mindstate behind that motivated this action and thus never progressed.

Now we have a clean base of operations, the plan can commence. Lets examine the lay of the land and create a design which exemplifies best the use of each space, after all we have pretty much a blank canvas. Did I mention you’ve got a blank cheque as well? Oh yes, no limits in that sense but the only thing is no workmen to help. You’ve got to do it all your Self because that is one of the conditions of the gift. Right there and then many would talk themselves out this undertaking because they’d feel scared to death. “I’ll never manage”. “Can’t do such a thing?”. “Me? No, I’m useless” say the voices in their head as they ignore their gift and choose instead to live somewhere less magnificent that they pay for and rent. Many are called but few choose themselves but you, you’re different so lets get back to the project.

We now have a clean sketch. This room gets the light, I can picture this one with a bed, we’ll place a study here and wait till you see the kitchen. Slowly but surely the bits start to click and you can barely believe it yourself. “It must be providence, its made to be, just look at how perfectly it all fits” as you look around at the partly realized vision which is already magnificent. Sure there is a lot of effort you’re putting in, but who cares? Sweat for a while then the rest of your life to chill in a domicile you built and renovated from the foundation to ceiling, just as you wished. Think of the comfort you’ll gain and this keeps you motivated with a grin as you diligently put the effort in.

People notice and comment “I can’t believe you turned around this tip. You know it had been neglected for so long and now look at it. It was a magnificent property back when before it fell into a state of disrepair, keep it up you’re doing great things” they say as you hack through the overgrown garden which you’re tackling with the same intent now the inside is perfect. See, there is a logical plan. No point laying carpets when the ceiling drips and why bother planting seeds when the ground isn’t prepped? It all seems some simple in retrospect and as easy as putting one foot in front of the next with dedicated effort as you know where you are, know where you’re headed and know what to do next.

You can hardly recognize it anymore and yet it feels so familiar as well. There is an odd sense of comfort even though you can’t recollect having ever set foot in such a residence. Its quite an imperience and then, after a slice of time that you can’t precisely reference, the job is completed.

You sit back to chill, take in your surroundings and bask in the ambiance as it welcomes you as well and a smile bursts from your lips. One that originated deep within and as it rises to the surface of your awareness you simultaneously feel and think “Home” and are secure in a way that you never previously imagined you’d ever possess. You look around your environment and are suddenly motivated with new conquests. “After all” you think “I did this, all by myself” as you take in your surroundings and they encourage your newfound confidence because they are there to support, help bring out the best, after all you did for them the least they can do is assist by embodying such a secure base of operations. The shelter that you need. The environment designed to make you thrive. Each day you rise with a smile you jump for joy, feeling so refreshed and energized with a sparkling zest for life embodied by a glimmer in your eyes which shine with focused clear intent and a radiant vibe.

This is the Game of Souls as its meant to be. The tale you’ve heard is of brick and mortuary, meaning of your own body as the home I’ve described which is, in effect, The Temple and its within this vessel does rest your awareness. Its why it was gifted free as its always yours. Once up a when you knew you owned it and enjoyed it thoroughly, then it was in excellent repair as you were still new to this realm and knew not what you possessed as its easy to take for granted when no one takes the time to clarify the details. After a while you started ignoring it, deciding instead to do other things. Why? Because thats what everyone else did. “No one I know lives in mansions” you think so you set out into the world, a world which was designed to make you think you are less than magnificent and conveniently forgets to mention large parts of the deal which you, now possessing a dulled, blunted curiosity, never realized you can seek out freely, should you wish.

The inheritance which bequeaths and reminds you you own this property is this message from willhelpme. Take a look at your mindbody, the Earthday Suit that allows you to interact with space time freely and you’ll see its in the same state of disrepair mentioned previously. But, like I said, its a gift and its yours so take advantage of it because I’m giving you a blank cheque to fix it and recreate it just as you wish. The renovations in this case are actualized by the use of techniques designed to awaken your awareness. This is the Path of Power I mentioned and this is also why I said you must do it all yourself because its common sense than no one can take your body to the gym and make it look nice and perfect so why would you expect any different when it comes to building The Temple?

Just like the metaphor expressed, first we must see it for what it is. Next we remove the obstacles that serve no purpose other than taking up space with their presence due to previous negligence and then the fun kicks in as we let our imagination run wild and decide what to do with this gift. If your emphasis is creative then a studio you build. Use it for art, dancing, whatever you wish that allows you to give life to the reality within. If you enjoy cooking then we make the heart a kitchen. I’m sure you get the image, its not for me to express but for you to uncover within your Self because this is your home, your Temple, your vision.

Stop for a moment and imagine how life would feel from then on. Free from the baggage of the past, secure in a place to call your own in an environment you created to nourish the very best of your Soul which in turn allows you wholeheartedly to share your gifts with the world. Tell me that isn’t the life you want but didn’t realize where to go to make it happen as you previously ran to and fro according to the whims of so and so as so many people claim to know whats best and yet abject misery has been the default mode of the human race for so long.

Now, hear my words because I say them wishing you the best, this is not an easy task nor is it for the faint hearted because as you can imagine a one person renovation of a property almost derelict takes an immense amount of effort and dedication as well because you’ve got to see the end product where others picture rubbish. Not only the world but your own habits will discourage you. Know why? Because these noisy forces within are in cahoots with the lord of the land who rents you a tiny, noisy tower block apartment with nosy neighbors and all the mess as well as the lift never walking as you daily trudge up and down the steps which ruffians urinate within. This is where your awareness currently dwells. For this you pay with your mind, your body and your potential and the sums are immense. It’s why life feels like there is something missing and you dream of escaping every chance you get.

Well, now is the time and this is the opportunity you’ve been waiting for, my friend. Countless others have lived and died without ever realizing the nature of the trick and that means the Game of Souls wins because its main aim is to divorce you from your resources, your gifts, your natural inheritance so it can sell and tell you things that profit it. After all you were born radiantly embodied, it’s your natural way in this realm and just how you were lured into a state of manufactured ignorance that allows others to profit from your lack of awareness as they line up to sell things that are designed to be ineffective and prevent you from reclaiming your Temple.

The moment you decide and make up your mind to choose your Self you will encounter immense amounts of resistance: “Eh, why bother? Its too much effort. Forget it!” they said and because you’ve spent a lifetime being directed by forces you confuse for yourself its quite easy to give in. Imagine you are given a glass of milk with water mixed in. The challenge you must accept is how to filter out the dilutant, the adulterated factor so that purity returns in essence because once you come to grips with this challenge never again can anyone step on your natural resources as you’ll have unblocked the well of limitlessness that flows from within and is at the heart of the Temple. For this illustrates well why adult life feels sort of like it did when a kid, just not as intense, rich or flavorful. That once pure white was introduced to a clear contaminant and thus its taste doesn’t hit like it did, back in the days of Inner Sense. But it can once again, if walking the Path of Power is your intent and you accept the challenge to question everything that has got you to this point. As you examine the rhyme and reason for why you accept living with less when abundance is your natural state of presence as there waits an immense inheritance within, just waiting for you to claim.

I’m calling to you now. Do you have the will to choose your Self? Here, take this blank cheque. You know what comes next.

Till we meet again

Have you ever noticed that when a friend comes to you with a problem all you see are solutions yet when you’re in the same place yourself the script is flipped and hopes dims as you find yourself getting pulled in to a loop of negative thinking where you often make mountains out of molehills. Wouldn’t it be nice if you could be a friend to your Self in that moment in order to think different? Yes, well why not try the Mentor Process and see what happens:

Relax, become centered. Drop in your embodied awareness and request the presence of a mentor to assist with their guidance. It can be a friend, someone you’ve seen in a show, anyone you feel may just know exactly how to handle the predicament. We’re in the land of imagination and there are no limits to the resources you can bring to bear upon the situation. Now, once you’ve done this its time for the conversation in your head which can play out just like they were there in the flesh, as you’ve no doubt witnessed countless times when friends are at their wits end and you help them find a solution.

It really is that simple as self talk is a natural element of the embodied imperience, just like imagination is and this way we put them together in a way which offers your temporarily closed perspective an opening which allows inspiration to pour in. Many people have used this process to literally and metaphorically talk themselves down off the ledge and without things might have gone different.

Another interesting thing to consider is that the Mentor Process hints that we contain within at least two mode of being. One is expanded and sees the pic, all the playas as well as potentials that are contained therein whilst the other has a tendency to hyper-focus and the catastrophization that brings because limits beget limits that manifests as ever decreasing options whilst expansion blows away what was often not even there in the first place. Are you your best or wackest version? The very fact you can tell, in an instant, that other options exist and where, in relation, you sit is quite interesting, yes?

The more you do this the more it becomes Self evident that reality exists in a very malleable state and you have immense powers and skills to bring to the table when it comes to shaping the experience an event generates. This is why I say there are no accidents, only opportunities when one lives in a state of play because this is the prime way we first learned how to make our way into this Game along with imaginary friends and a great many other things the Mentor Process can once again bring out of retirement as you learn to transcend limits and thus free yourself for other perspectives which are way more fun in the long run.

Try it for your Self. If you haven’t, yet, then I’d recommend you sketch a timeline then commence with the rest as it really does help track your adventure in the flesh and how to direct it next. There are a lot of coals ignorant of the fact that they’re diamonds, shining, as they haven’t updated the OS in their heads with a new perspect since back when. This process can really help one get to grips with life as it is as one aspect of you may berate for not having done that or this whilst the other points out far greater accomplishments. To put it visually:

This is what I meant when I said “Keeping the Correct Distance“, back when as objects may seem closer than they are in the illusion called life and the surprise is when it clicks it all takes place inside your head. That, in a nutshell, is the Mentor Process in full effect. Use it to Witness your Self as you do the Knowledge and bring more depth back to the pic as you make smarter choices and play the hand dealt to win.

The next step as you up your res is comprehending the fact that atoms are mere fabrications and that you’re the only Soul in this realm which means if life is a puzzle you best get to solving it… Is it getting solipsistic in here, or is it just me? Let me know once you reality test and, your Self, taste the superfine mist of consciousness, my friend.

Till we meet again