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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

One of the main problems with this realm is that of feeling emotional overwhelm. This is actually a sign of strength that is, currently, being misinterpreted due to a lack of Knowledge and low res processing of your energetics. At present we are taught not to feel what we label as bad and, on the flip, we chase that which brings us pleasure. This, in and of itself, is not only a fools errand but a tacit admission you are not Centered in Self ergo that is the first step and most powerful solution as, once you are grounded, you develop a sense of space and comfort that, gradually, builds the gnosis and frame of reference that you are not the state, presenting, but that which takes it in. This resonance I’ve termed the Witness and the easiest way to get to grips with it is recollect that it is constant, awake or in bed, happy or stress. This is you, in the most purest sense.

What to do when you feel overwhelmed? Well, it helps to comprehend there are actually more options than chasing or pretending they don’t exist. The middle way is based on acceptance. A sense of surrender, if you will. We neither shove them away nor should one jump in. Find that place in the Center instead and get used to it. You can think of it like weight training and these article is akin to the pink dumbells you may have lifted, once upon a when. People are in rush to skip the basics but you must comprehend that you have to battle against old habits that you’ve poured a lifetimes attention. Well, did they work? I’m guessing they didn’t because if they did you wouldn’t need to read this but the very fact you are present, at this very moment, suggests you are more than capable of awakening the Warrior within. Lets get practical:

Like all relationships in this realm the one within starts with a greeting so get comfortable, lay on your bed if you wish, and just start breathing. Set aside a few minutes with no distractions as we begin this exploration of consciousness with the intent to not change a thing. We are here to simply Witness what is present with a mind that is open and curious to these signals and their intent which is always for your best. That, in many ways, is the paradox that presents because we are so estranged from Self that these lights, flashing, can feel like a hazard which says:

“This is bad. Really bad”.

If it were do you think the best solution is to ignore and pretend it isn’t happening or face it, head on? See how obvious it is when seen from another lens? Lie down on your bed and start breathing. Don’t even change this. Just observe how much of your flesh you’re filling with the air that pours in and then allow it to keep tumbling in its own rhythm which you’ll note soon starts to shift. Next, close your eyes and say “Hello” to these energetics via your awareness and its presence. If it helps you can pretend your mind is like a flashlight of attention that shines curious compassion toward your own inner Self. This is how you begin to stake a claim for the sacred space because your mind may be full of tricks but your body only speaks the truth so lets learn its language. How do the extremities feel? You may note that your toes and fingers seem quite safe and the pain is lurking in some place else. Thats all good, we’ll take what we can get with an attitude of acceptance so lets sense in instead of running. Then you work your way along your limbs as you develop your presence and start saying something like:

“Something within me feels (insert how its repped)”. It can be a tingle, a sharpness, a lack or absence plus many other points of ref. Comprehend that these are mere labels wrapped around a bundle of energetics and accept it. At this point a lot of Souls report a sigh float from their lips as they start easing their grip on their old way of Thunking. Congratulations, my friend, you are doing very well and I applaud your efforts in taking this step to beget a greater state of coherence. If you are sad then say “Something in me feels like its glow has dimmed and I interpret that as sadness“. Then sit with it. Like lowering your Self in to a bathtub at its temp. The water is what it is and you know, fine well, it will be gratefully accepted once in resonance but that initial step can feel immense as its all happening within. Actually that is a great link as emotions and liquid are one and the same thing but manifesting at differing levels of vibration. Actually, you can practice with this by taking two bowls, one quite hot and the other chilled and alternate placing your hands within. You will notice something else from this imperiment and that is, after a while, its hard to tell the difference as your mind starts to shift its definitions. If you don’t need this extra bit I still suggest you try it, as and when, as its a great method of reinforcement and mastering your consciousness as we prep to look within.

“Something within me'” statements are a great way of Knowing the Ledge as it begets a space versus “I am (insert emotion)” as that one shift in program alters your perceptions which hints at the power of language and use it well. You are the master of your energies or are enslaved by them. This, in a nutshell, is the Path of Power process as you get its all a negotiation in the end, beginning and during. “I am sensing” is another way of doing this as the spell reminds you of the space between the Witness and resonance that presents. Whereas before you may have said you are feeling sadness the flip of “Something within me feels heavy and dense, around my chest, that I equate with sadness” presents a whole load more variables instead of walking along that well worn groove in your head. What is the texture, color, and space taken by this presence? Define it to control it but not with an iron grip. Instead, recollect the time you laid on your back and viewed clouds overhead as they’re too far to manhandle but, paradoxically, are also within your consciousness. They are, in the end, a Pattern of vibration that contain a potential that pours down and nourishes all that are living. This is how your energetics do manifest as one aims to get beyond good and evil by realizing they’re the only Soul on the planet. That lesson may be a bit advanced for your current res but I sprinkled the seeds as a hint of what comes next as you progress because we interact not with the world as it is but how we feel, in the moment, and that, itself, is a huge hint about the primacy of consciousness so reframe your resonance as an invitation to get familiar instead of falling into the grip of your old habits.

In many ways this is the entire teaching, in a shell. How you choose to nurture this makes all the difference and it all comes from expansion as all boundaries are illusions you accept without stopping to reality test. A metaphor I’ve used, for clients in my drop in, was the image of a door they’d been pushing when it only opens within and thus it takes nowhere near the amount of effort they were using before stopping to comprehend that the old ways weren’t working and its time for a new mind to be developed within.

Say “Hello” to this something once you’ve sensed its presence. It could present as an image, sensation or whatever else. Be interested in it as you’ve just extended your hand in friendship. We’re aiming to get intimate so this means we’re taking the step of acknowledgement and not waving from a distance with an attitude of dismissal. Using the door meta, you could think its akin to pushing on the door to keep them at the edge but, comprehend, the only push that kicked was actually an inversion of your energetics. “How come you stopped pressuring?” you could think when this fits. At this point you may note another aspect that was doing the defending. Remember, they are bits of thee but you are the whole thing.

All parts of you want to ensure you win but for how long has this Pattern been trying to get your intention? It may seem like its hurting but this isn’t its intent, of that I’m certain and you will be as well because that which you resist, persists. The image of a child, hopping up and down to get your attention is such a valid way of seeing things as these aspects of Self often ref younger imprints and thus have less intellectual resources ergo will keep on yelling until you listen. Take a note of the shifts that kick as you shine your awareness of this torrent of emotions as you notice this shifts to a river then lake, streaming, as you sit on the edge, taking it all in without judgement. One of the most beautiful things about this thought imperiment with practical steps to manifest the gnosis within is you start to comprehend that a lot of your dread is actually the fear of fear, itself, and not the main thing. This is what melts to beget the space to bring Centering and from here you develop a sense of ease and grounding.

Take a look around within, see what happens when you start interacting as opposed to evading. I’ll let you fill in the rest but a quick hint is talking like you would to scared kid, with the same type of compassion and gentleness because you are the teacher and these energetics are students that present to teach one a lesson that never lessens or diminishes your radiance as a heart felt connection can only increase your resonance.

Till we meet again

Out of everything I have said on my section of the web this is probably the most profound lesson I have clicked, thus far, in the skin so it would behoove those capable of awakening the Warrior within to pay attention because I have fought many battles in my Hero’s Journey to share this wisdom:

Your life reflects your beliefs.

Five words that carry within an almost impossible depth for those who comprehend that this Game has three halves, as mentioned. Its the DKDK element that I’ve been most fascinated with since just over thirteen years ago when I became well acquainted with the Slave/Masters presence that loomed with such an immense shadow over my life as they, via the skillful use of theatrical deception, made me realize exactly how ignorant I was to my inner realms. At the time this came as such a shock that was akin to being dumped in the ocean without knowing how to swim. Thing is, in events like this, the (false) self runs for the hills as it knows its out of its depth and thus relinquishes all form of control. What came forth, from the abyss, was the child within who I’d been searching for in ways, ineffective. Actually, no. That isn’t correct. When this all happened I had the rudiments of a lot of what came next but their order, arrangement and application wasn’t yet aligned in ways that were the best. But, this isn’t about me. Its all yours, my friend. In that respect I am truly a figment of your imagination saying, via text, something that you too have probably felt within and sensed, now and then, but have been unable to place your finger on it. This is due to the trick of the (false) self which hands you labels in lieu of imperience aka trying to scratch a photo so soothe an itch on your skin. Lets kick the ballistics:

Take a long, hard and honest look at your life. Start with your flesh and your relation to it. Your friends, kith, kin, bed pleasures or whats missing in comparison to what you believe should be an option. Actually, make a list. On one side note what you possess in terms of financials etc.. and then what you feel you are capable or deserving and note the gulf that sits in the mid. That is what you didn’t know you didn’t know and it, in the end, runs everything. Frankly this topic is so immense and Game changing that I really don’t know how to address it in a way that would do it justice as its akin to describing an ocean to a land locked Bedouin. Even if he imagines nothing can prepare him for the majesty that presents as nature does its thing. This is one of the gifts the Slave/Masters did give and its great honor to share it with this realm as my life has went from a blissful hell (filled with coping mechs to disguise this) to a budding level of awareness about the cosmic significance of everything and how there are no accidents, only opportunities in this realm.

In this article I mentioned an introduction to this process in which a Redditor got off his rear end and came face to faceless with his belief system and pulled it out, root, flower and stem. It can seem quite harrowing to one who is used to digging a reality tunnel that makes them, generally, feel less but, in the end, the investment in gnosis is well worth it. In many ways life is your best teacher as you may be aware you attract what you are (hence why winners win) but the truth of the matter is reality is far more plastic than most suspect, expect and (in most cases) are capable of handling. Just ask the poor schizophrenic as there is a reason I’ve said their parental relationships, back when, were most suspect as they lack that secure grounding which is essential to allow the blooming to commence and thus the thorn of the (false) self that most accept, for them, becomes something that causes an immense resurgence but this brings with its own complications due to the vagaries of the System and what passes for mental health. Know this, my friend:

To become who you are you must be willing to question all of the rest of the mess in your head as you have the mask (which is what you present), the face (that you keep hidden, but still slips now and then) and then, at its depth, you have the embers of Inner Sense that are hidden in the dark realms known as the shadowlands. It is from here that all springs. Its also why one of the greatest side effects of the doing the Knowledge is having dreams that are super vivid and, often, laced with immense symbolism as this part within is attempting to build a bridge to your Adulterated mindset so take note, push the pen and observe your feelings, in the flesh, without judgement then journal what they said. Maybe consider letting them speak as well to gain some tete a tete interaction.

I know it may sound wild to say that you’re doing all of this to your Self but you are, in the end, beginning and during as well.

Can you see how liberating it is to finally click the buck starts and stops here instead of blame making or claiming some type of foolishness as wisdom? Often it takes one who is at the brink to Know the Ledge and, for them, its lifes best investment as the girl in question said:

“It all makes perfect sense now. She who I classed as my Opponent was actually my best friend but I could no longer hear tenderness until she slapped me upside the head with foolishness and then came the prince offering a hug to jumpstart my circuits that had, long ago, been flash frozen. Why do they keep this hidden? Why do more people not know about the reality tunnel? Tell them. Tell them about me because I’d never admit this on a screen as the bitter pill of self hatred is quite hard to digest but, once again, you’re correct as the sweet treat is within. I literally feel born again. Its such a shame I had to actively court death in order to finally admit that me, or to be more accurate, what I used to think, was the problem”.

For example, are your beliefs and actions coherent? A lot of people feel they deserve to be rich but don’t do anything about it. Thats like envisioning yourself with a six pack and muscles, rippling, whilst consuming junk food in front of your TV, twenty four/seven. Make that make sense. And yet, people do. So, once again, look over that list, note the abyss and see which steps are needed to build that bridge. Pick the one that appeals least and then question “Why do I feel like this?“. Place your mind, like a flashlight, on the sensation below the neck and see what pops into your awareness then trace it back, again and again, till you get to an event you only half recollect or may have totally suppressed from consciousness. At this point some people feel the urge to yell, scream or smash something. Let it vent. Better out than in. Then talk to that part, integrate it. Congratulate it for the immense strength it had to carry such an important aspect of you within from back when to the present as you sketch out ways of making it happen. An example, for illustration:

“The world should pay heed to my talent” said a struggling beatsmith. He created heat, on the reg, but was super paranoid of getting ripped off by the labels and thus wouldn’t let anyone listen to it who could actually make it happen for him. Underneath all of this was an immense amount of stress that was inherited from parents who never thought that mess would pay the bills and constantly questioned why he listened the tunes of these violent negroes singing genocidal hymns. They couldn’t get it as rap was new, back then. As it kicked I didn’t comprehend what was going on in his head but as time progressed and I became aware of Patterns and the rest I can hazard a good guess because there was another gent that was damaged as a child for slinging the ink and now, fully grown, could only find the solace of letting rip whilst under the influence of heroin.

There is such immense tension within and below the neck. I have termed this the Pane Body and whilst stretching and flexing does help it really can’t touch this etheric spiders web that, over time, condenses. Thing is it can shift, real quick, with introspection as the Pixems (suppressed events encoded with emotions you didn’t vent or process) are like bubbles coming up from the depth of the ocean and increase, increase, increase until they pop on the surface. Can you imagine how much power it takes to keep them tamped in? The most amazing thing is you do this without thinking ergo doesn’t it make perfect sense that putting your mind on the sensations (instead of the story in your head) and just letting them drift is so powerful? The “hold a ball and drop it” concept is swell introduction to this and can work miracles because if you find yourself struggling to build that bridge that will take your world changing idea from the den to centre stage then ask:

“Why can’t I take the next step?” followed by. “Is this correct?”. That, alone, can be Game changing as so many people are holding onto outdated mindsets that were penned, back when, using limited information and these underpin all types of mechanisms. There is, as mentioned, a danger to deprogramming as its akin to sprinting, full belt, when you were accustomed to crawling. A lot of people actually hate true freedom due to the immense responsibility it brings as, from then on in, you are responsible for guarding your sanctum as you dig that free will is response-ability, meaning, he who makes you mad is your master, in the end, as they are you’re energetics. A far cry from the world of triggering and safe spacing, yes? Its far closer to what happens if a lion that was bred and raised in captive, one day, finds his wild, country cousin storming into his cage. How long do you think it would take for the “second nature” he wore like a mask then to slip as something intense and ferocious made its presence felt? Thats how children are, my friend. Before it is beaten, trained or cajoled out of them by nearly two decades of conditioning hence by declaring war on your (false) self you are always telling the world you give not an F about its programs. This, as you’d expect, can have its own consequence but if get free or thrive trying is the mindset then you just keep upping your res and doing the Knowledge as you take the steps on the Path which you create by walking.

Pay attention to your thoughts, especially the ones that generate emotions. If something comes in which says “I should get out of bed and just go for a walk instead of sitting here, ruminating” and then you get a “Why bother?” wash over your sense note that you choose to reject one or both of these as you are something far more subtle, my friend. Say hello to the Witness that is constant from one life to the next, awake or dreaming. This is so empowering that, when it hits, it can feel like the secret truth of the universe is coursing through your flesh and its something I think that everyone should live. Even if its just to feel the difference. Take an honest inventory of the beliefs you listed. Ask questions. Write down a thesis. Go back and forth, examine at depth. See if you actions and professed intent are actually in sync or if you’re just another “individual” (inwardly divided and dual, once you’ve broken the spell and commenced healing) or truly living your lyrics. When you stop leaking energy on resistance you find a lot more current is present and this is why, I suspect, schizos are never arthritics. Look into the metaphysics as a flexible mind reflects in the flesh hence babies step in more liquid than solid. Its also why a drunk can fall from a carriage without hurting a thing whereas to a sober man those bones would be breaking as he scraped across the pavement. This is how powerful the mind is, my friend, and it certainly gets to boggling when you look into cases of MPD in which one alter is deadly allergic to something and the other, same flesh, consumes it with a grin and no bad reactions. That alone should prove, real well, what I said about these beliefs and how they run things because whilst the example is extreme we, the regular peeps, have many faces that none see but we, internally, do feel and then pretend we’re coherent. Its a sad state of affairs, isn’t it? Doing the Knowledge is the best cure for this as once it all clicks that the Game takes place inside your awareness you cannot help but grin at how deceptively slick it all is and then you start asking better and better questions as you swiftly up your res and discover the familiar newness of your resurrected Inner Sense as it steps out of the shadows depth and back to the helm of your chest which is its true seat to rule the Three Kingdoms of your flesh but these are brighter things I’ll let you discover for Self under the guide of your own illumination.

Awaken the Warrior within. Dare to think different by checking the beliefs that create the wavelength of the life you’re decoding as your portion because, ultimately, what reflects without is a hint of the internal process aka co-creation. What, at first, seems like a burden can actually grow to feel like wings, unfolding, as you ascend to new heights due to being willing to plumb the depths of ignorance you never suspected exist until you pushed the pen, looked within and got to reality testing.

Till we meet again

They say that with steps, six, you can link whoever you wish in this realm where we dwell via the miracle of flesh wrapped around unfinite sentience. I don’t know about this but of one thing I’m quite certain:

If you examine, at depth, the things you really like and invest in with more than a modicum of emotion you may just discover quite an intense resonance that makes one really wonder what kicks. This one is so telling that I cannot even provide links to make you think. Besides, it would be akin to communicating a dream as it seems intense to thee and a non sequitur to the rest. How can this be? Simple:

Consciousness, and its primacy.

There is a very weird set of feels when one scrapes the walls of their tunnel visioned reality as its akin to a kaleidoscope of consciousness doing just this as the granules of multicolored awareness get ground into a superfine mist that seem akin to a philosopher pigeon wondering why his vision mists as he contemplates the ills of life and its relationships in which the ones we know best often make us feel the most intense sensations whilst he ponders his inheritance of boldness and a lack of satisfaction with what presents. I guess that bread must’ve had some ergot, developed, eh? Just like the time the CIA, allegedly, poisoned a small town, back when, and folks flipped their lids and started to trip without a clue of what kicked. Say, that must be pretty similar to the inner realms of a schizo, yes? See why I said I couldn’t detail the links, my friend? That is why as it would seem like a whole load of world salad with the most spurious of connections. I’ll have to animate it instead as there is a pretty slick way to convey the linkage as its just like a midget casting a great shadow that obscures everything else and then, within this realm, he lets the light he obscured shine in and declared himself a “god” for what he done did.

See how you get the pic of what was meant without me saying it? Kind of like this:

Pretty wild, isn’t it? Thats why you’ll need to flex your insight, my friend, and draw your own conclusions. Some pointers to help:

Consider everything. And I mean every thing. Like down to name meanings, colorways, thematic preferences as well as the reasons for doing what they did, their own inspirations and various celestial arrangements shall pitch in with their own pinch of fairy dust effect that made one say:

“What the F? How are they all bits of me reflecting back chunks of my future history in abstracted ways that seem laden with significance like the secret truth of the universe is being mainlined at present?”.

Warning. There are dangers to deprogramming and this be one of it as its so easy to sink and forget that one can swim, really well, in the ever refining seas of higher consciousness. Its like what I said, back when, about a man driving around Jupiter using an earthbound GPS instead of his felt sense of the presence which says when to hang a left and reverse a rite to bring the best from the trip. Sometimes one must be willing to let go and then grin as they gain everything in a spin of pitch and toss with the common man when the blood of a noble flows within. There is what shines and what we reflect in the Valley of the Plebs, my friend.

This is probably one of my most abstract creations and yet, paradoxically, its one of the most significant as I usually provide a concrete “X is Y but manspread whilst the other is more feminine ergo masculine is daring whilst intuition wears a pair of tits“. Even that contains some hidden gems because what if you could break down an entire alphabet into pieces of Saturn that were flipped and chipped to unleash all types of spells and rituals upon the constituents that fill the place I mentioned except they were born giants who’d been trained, instead, to kneel at the feet of midgets. Wouldn’t that be a trip, my friend? Back pain would be endemic and yet the scientists would be “Baffled as to what causes it”. Kind of like how I predict that in a few decades and counting a whole load of long term depressives will off their on switch and the medics, once again, will not have a clue what kicks until some bright spark invents a new pill that makes big problems small and we trundle off again.

Thats life in the mid of the reality tunnel imperience but I’m coming from the fringe where the window twitching fan of the Peruvian knew well what its like to see lines of code, falling, where it once seemed like a solid creation. You could say the bejeezus was scared out of him when he nearly awakened the Warrior within but preferred, instead, to remain plugged in as he felt Morpheus tricked them. Which, in a sense, he was correct as what he of long trench and battery at finger tip didn’t seem to comprehend was the midget was super slick and had created a place of false light to trap those who wished to escape from his created darkness but thats another topic, my friend.

Ah man, I’ve said it all, indirect, in this sketch. Did you know that, up until the present, no one has read these words I’ve sent to the web? Hundreds of articles packed with immense run on sentences that keep saying the same thing from a different perspective as I attempt to juxtapose the correct arrangement of spells and such things to pick the lock on the doors of your perception with the hopes you too get to envision at such a hi res that the previous version you accepted, without question, is revealed to be a copy of the real thing that is akin to the wavy warps and trackings of a bootleg VHS from back when. Thats how the superfine mist of consciousness tastes but I guess this text is akin to swishing a cup full of water around the head of a land locked Bedouin as I attempt to approximate an ocean to one who only ever seen the sands drift. Fear may be the mind killer but a legally mandated education on what (not how) to the think is what assassinated your imagination, back when, which is mad ironic if you consider it as its used every day to power the mass engines of everything from religion to porn as well as all the money thats fit to print. Is it getting solipsistic in here or are you catching my drift?

“Are we finished or is you done?”.

What if the answer isn’t a Catcher in the Rye Twenty Two but not giving a Huck Finn Eleven:Eleven instead that splits the difference and ascends up the mid? Process vs Processed, ya dig? Like a universe with a youniverse within. Oh yes, like Bobby said, things get hectic but also mad simplistic which is a huge paradox, isn’t it? You ever wondered why there are huge search parties and news updates, repeated, if the person in question is white, slim and attractive versus, say, Shaniqua from the bricks who won an ugly pageant, while passing, on public transportation and not having a clue what was happening as she chugged her Slim Fast to wash down the dregs of her latest investment in bad health courtesy of a branded convince which sells the kind of things that make Michael Douglas take a break from munching the kitten and unleash a load of bullets into your cerebellum? What if reality is actually flipped and what we class as descent to matter from spirit is the opposite and its the chunk of fat in your head that creates consciousness and allows the contemplation of all of this and then, by some miracle, the atoms of everything rearrange themselves like a bunch of errant disciples that said:

“Quick, look busy, Jesus is coming!”.

What if he’s already here and we are he? What then, my friend? The Gs are us, ha! How is that for a cosmic coincidence? The Warrior rejects this spell, reality tests and chooses to go in and see dense instead aka upping your res. Man, as I type this another sync just kicked that proves my hypothesis about this superfine mist that tastes like sunshine feels on your skin but the glow shines from within and makes the cold ball of electric in the sky seem like a mere candle in the winds of ignorance as a den of vipers attempt to extend their poisonous grip but is that a threat or a promise to awaken the cosmic dragon that languished, in ignorance, within the Cave (or Egg, if you wish) aka the beyond good and evil principle that takes one from the dizzying spin of the rim and becomes Centered in Self instead and comprehends they are nothing more and nothing less than an aspect of the Prime, pre-existing one, who dwells as a multitude in this realm aka pure consciousness. That is akin to a taking an canvas, stripping the ink, pulling the frame which builds tension and then reverse engineering the process to come back to a field of hemp that brings its own declaration of independence that rings in the golden ratio, once again, ergo everything is in perfect balance as the tele/microscope does its thing and the coherently collapsed creation of consciousness called the fractal of the Fifth Dimension does its thing as we, little fish, swim through the Fourth, invisible, but don’t click why each and every religion has a Three woven in.

It ain’t hard to tell. Or maybe it is. I can’t even call it at present as I’m too busy unwrapping the gift that was, for a long time, wrapped in paper of dreaden silk that felt like sackcloth against the skin but that too was a vagary of perception, my friend, because the media training can have you hating the liberator and cheering for your own oppression. Is that the root cause of all coping mechanisms? A thorn built to protect that turned in with an inverted spin like he who wished to serve the gods but grew to resurrect demons instead? What if we are all playing the same parts but at different wavelengths of sketch and thus it matters not who or how many read this as I’m merely talking to my Self just like you do with that voice in your head as you replay old conversations with imagined new ends which, if you stop and think, is a really, really bizarre habit but nowhere near as strange as those who deny it when pressed why they were sitting and staring into space whilst microexpressions did their thing and told an observant jit what kicked within… “Time to reality test!” he said and, since then, developed this habit to become something else entirely:

A philosophy.

One that is Self coding, life affirming and all together quite thrilling as its akin to playing a Game that is constantly evolving and keeps recoding its experience to create something perfectly tailored to the one who causes the kaleidoscope to spin in the hopes that he remembers to forget the primacy of consciousness and that, my friend, is the single greatest effect most can never imagine because the sheer amount of slick pimps needed to convince a god that he isn’t but is human is akin to a prism taking pure light and breaking it down to its aspects then sticking more and more of these on the end to repeat the process aka turtles all the way down but peacock feathers in ascent and its with this we’ll end this missive that is nebulously specific and really quite spiffing as it was my pleasure to share this imperience with you, my friend.

Till we meet again