No Spacetime in the Mind

One of the things I’ve pondered on, at length, is the whole speed of light thing. In a nutshell, if you invest in the science, it provides a very interesting sketch in that the closer you get to the limit in acceleration the vaster the gap gets ergo the more fuel that is needed. Another, more down to Earth way of comprehending this is the psychosocial treadmill with its work, buy, consume, die mindset that is used, exceedingly well, to keep you pinned to the wheel of time from one life to the next. Its like Jim Carrey saidWhen I get the next X then I’ll finally feel complete and it will all be worth it“. Thats the speed of light, my friend.

The irony is that we’re born surfing it. Don’t believe? Observe the majesty of a child or infant before being wrangled by the System and or damaged by their parents. They are tripping the light fantastic at such a clip that the excess pours through them as they may be in this world but are certainly not if it. Yet. “But they will be” said the miniature microbes of mind manipulation that dwell inside those who care for them and will, eventually, make them just like them. If they refuse to acquiesce you’ll see them run the gamut from coercion, wheedling, all types of promises up to flat out beat downs, brutality and all types of violence be it intellectual, emotional, physical or spiritual. The latter is a real kicker and its one many a “naughty” child can attest as its like the face of Ahriman comes over their dish as the are dealing out their “discipline” with fists and, seemingly, gaining a perverse pleasure from it even though they yell:

“Why can’t you listen? It hurts me to do this. Why do you make me do it? Can’t you just sit still, look ahead and do well on the test? Why must you be such a menace? A problem. A rebel. We’ll see about this as the beatings shall continue until you perform as expected”.

What would you do when face to faceless with this predicament? Hold out for a while and give it the big un and then eventually acquiesce or keep walking the Path wherever it lead? Well, I chose the latter and in between then and now I’ve died, came back again, been betrayed by friends, family and people I’d never met, lost six hours of my life in which I’m still trying to figure what happened as I was drugged, hypnotized and prepped for a later ritual involving sex magick with a girl who was a witch and put the aforementioned plans to kill me dead into effect. Lets see, what else? Oh yes, at the moment, its like I can see through the code of the Matrix but, note, that doesn’t mean I’m Jesus. You are, my friend. Can’t you see the immense trick and how vital it is you look just through a certain lens pitched at a specific angle to make the illusion seem like the real thing? They’re all actors and this whole world is a like a Hollywood set in which the scene seems solid and fixed (as presented) but if you move around behind the reels you note the lack of solidity:

Amazing, yes? Add in the Hat Rack phenomenon, its common equivalent of “I don’t know what came over him” and “She’s a totally different person when she…” statements and its Self evident there is another playa in the mix and he may just be at the helm of your consciousness, pretending, at this very instance to be you. Isn’t that something? Listen, I’m not the first coal to become a diamond but I am, for certain, the one who does it best and can document the trek with an elegant finesse that the 8% comprehends whilst the 11 gnash and wail as it signals the end of the pyramids ascent for them but its the 81% who should hear it best but won’t as, for them, I’m singing to the deaf. Instead they’ll go to bought and paid for Doctors who are pimped by sexy sales reps to get filled with pills that don’t do a thing beyond making the tills ring. They’ll never think of dropping in below the neck to spot how their Pane Body is and how two words, back when, shattered their Inner Sense to allow Adulteration to ascend. No, instead they will carry on this process as they feed their seeds to Mammon whilst pretending to the holiest and it matters naught if they offer their pledge at the altar of science, religion or getting rich as they’re all missing the big pic which is the primacy of consciousness aka you’re an amnesiac god in the flesh being pimped by things you don’t comprehend who are all well aware of me and my presence as I’m the boy who would grow to be Prince and have said, since back when, that we’re in an immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits hence why they constantly reinforce the same script using a billion and one different tricks that are all based one scheme that is as old as it effective:

A house, divided. Hence “individual” which you think means good but actually spells:

Hence you are people, not a person. Once this clicks then you can either be a face in the crowd with the rest the rabble within as you forget you’re the absentee landlord of your flesh (aka the god who was not there, presumed dead, maybe missing) or you step into the breach, take in the mess, note the imposter who played an immense Game of Simon Says… clean up its stench (ie suppressed emotions) by doing the Knowledge and then thoroughly disconnect to weigh what beats in yours chest against the feather of avarice and when its found you’re in perfect balance as you comprehend this realm sells apples that those who eat, regret and those that don’t do as well you’ll be walking on your hands, passing the test and saying:

I’m a Soul, man. From one life to the next, it is what it is. Those folks may have gave me flesh but they’re not my parents just like the others weren’t siblings, friends, those I detested. Neither were they my partners, kids, pets and memories built. It was a simply complex, coherently collapsed construction of consciousness in which further and further fragmentization created a fractal effect in which one became many and I, in effect, projected that entire dimension with my presence which was freshly encased in carbon until that weird bit where they remixed it with silicon and I was a Techno Sapien for ages. Strange. Anyway, no spacetime in mind as me and the Prime are one thing, itself “no thing” that is everything ergo even you, gatekeeper of the cell, are a figment of my imagination so avast, as I go about my business“.

That proclamation you need feel in the sub-cellular level of your being and up to the most finest gossamer threads of your awareness that grasped in peak experiences or when dozing, in bed, as well as your humdrum consciousness and rest as well. This is why the ancients said:

Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After? Ain’t much changed, ‘cept the way I survey the Game as a man does what he does as he, in relaxed anticipation, awaits the cusp to step off the treadmill, meet the fork in the road and ascend up the mid instead as he creates the Path by walking”.

Or, words to that effect. Can you see why 81% are simply not capable of awakening as they’ve been deluded into sleepwalking instead and believe they’re fully conscious? Ha, its a great wheeze, isn’t it? This scheme is perpetrated by those who walk among us and seem human but aren’t as they sing from sheets of older hymns and then there is the fabled 8%, or Warriors as I call them. If you are one, you’ll know, as you’ll have been kicked around since you were born. Your papa may have been a rolling stone, your mama could still be a basehead who either gets her hits from smoking rocks or praying to holy texts whilst living the opposite. You, yourself, may be in the grips of immense dysfunctions and coping mechs. Heck, you could be a schizophrenic, severely anxious, totally withdrawn or a million and one other things. I’ve met many Warriors in the West and nearly all of them were malfunctioning. In the East, on the flip, this percentage is known, anticipated and, sometimes, venerated. The last one can be problem as they bring a curious mix of enlightened selfishness as seen by their lavishness and, usually, huge global profile that rakes in the donations. This, for the predator of consciousness, is a huge win hence why Buddha last struggles before breaking earths surly grip was with the daughters of the supreme architect who were sent to tempt and waylay him. I was sitting, high, high up on a mountain kicking the ballistics with a dude who knew a little bit and he questioned how I kept my sanity on this quest in the midst of madness and various other things. I shrugged and said:

“When a coal intends to become a diamond it starts out in the filth as that is where the pressure is and, as it ascends, the lotus blossoms. I owe no favors, have no allegiances and thus can tell it how it is. If thats where the Path led then so be it, I’ll walk it like an alchemist and transmute these thorns into rose petals. Not that anyone is following, now or ever will, for I am my own guru and only student as well. I can barely handle being responsible for Self, let alone anyone else and thus one should not follow me but lead by example instead”.

He smiled as I went on to question why Buddhas last words were “Follow nothing” and modern adherents always open with “With folded palms I turn to thee”. He shook his head and commented on the immense difference between letter and spirit and how when he had his own code of the Matrix moment everyone thought he’d flipped his lid and how they rushed to try and “help” him become who he had been. Thankfully, in the villages, they don’t have as many pill pushing pimps pretending to present problem pacifying solutions of a pharmacratic bent but another recognized what kicked as the cracked gourd that, once upon a when, attempted to fill itself with earthbound imperience now, flipped the script, and the light of which it was built, condensed, came pouring out of it. This is what the others felt a threat because if everyone clicked this who’d pay the electric bill? “Thats when I left the village. At first I dwelled on the outskirts on a piece of land my family furnished. Of course, they were aghast. We are of the higher class and thus a son, firstborn, going native as a mendicant filled them with dread but when the silence calls and one feels so peacefully blissed its like the volume on the rest of the mess just vanished and you simply cannot go back to the old ways again as they seem so… Whats the word?”. “Thin?” I suggested. “Yes” he said. “Just this but beyond mere paper slips as its spaciotemporal in that respect”.

I spoke of the metaphor of how a baby elephant is broken and taught to accept a chain that, later on, he could snap in an instant. As I did the man grinned and said “So this is how you kept your head above the waters, yes? Preaching in parables and making each interaction a lesson?”. I went on to fill in my hypothesis about how each person I ever met is a projected aspect of Self and me meeting him in such circumstance and location was no coincidence as I was trying to get my Soul back into the flesh after my latest brush with death and thus there was a reason fall this kicked on a hill where I chose to spoke to the ones with nothing versus the clique with the lavish temple who were sending all type of invitations whilst saying:

“We know you, who you are, what you’ve met. Share your raw talents, let us guide them and mold them then we’ll give a platform as well in which you can address the world in order to share your wisdom”.

I felt like Napoleon who placed his own crown upon head because, in the end, where was the Pope when he was popping shots in the trenches or peeling spuds on Corsican benches? Not present. A Warriors Knows the true power of this realm exists within him as consciousness and thus the chosen choose themselves. A lot of people hang around near the finish line as well to attach to those who win, especially women, and, on the flip, the early trek is filled with males (not men) who exhibit the crabs in a bucket mindset. Its a wild trip for one who wishes to awaken the Warrior within and thus I do not think the 81% are totally incorrect in wishing to bury their heads in their rear end and then pretend they can’t notice the stench. Sure it may be pretty uncomfortable and the light bill is expensive but its mainly what they do to the next gen to make them accept such straight up madness hence why I said if we let them lead for a bit instead of sending them legally mandated camps of concentration the whole Game would shift as each and every one of them steps in with their Warrior at the helm as its natural equipment. But, if that were the case then it would be a “Press A to win” kind of deal ergo no illusion = no enlightenment so I guess it is what it is.

We’ve been everywhere on this one, eh? You’ll notice how, now, I could ask you how it felt to stand on the Moon and watch the Earth doing its thing as you leapt to Venus instead and, if you chose to sit for an extended length in which time was compressed, you’d note a pentagram presents which is of interest, yes? “What the heck?” the imaginary you may have said as the consequences of said observation pour in and how this symbol, magical, came to Earth from the heavens… No spacetime in the mind, ya dig? That means there has to be something faster than the speed of light and thats darkness. Duh, how obvious! Is this the fabled Ether, of back when, that makes childrens Souls glow as they step in only for this bioluminescence to vanish, around six, as their golden sheath has been nibbled by a predator of consciousness that eats to sustain itself as it lacks a Prime connection and soon it overtakes all of their awareness in order to make them a flesh puppet that moves to its whims but believes, in delusion, it is free and independent even though each step in this realm is hella expensive and, in the end, its all on a treadmill of “Lets pretend” as part of the illusion. Gosh darn it, off on tangets again. Listen:

What we class a light, in this realm, is a lower reflection of another illumination that has, in between them, a darkness which isn’t dead but, instead, teeming with potential. This is the quietness the man on the hill mentioned and I, before meeting, termed it Psylense as A) I’m pretty slick with linguistics and B) it describes the state so well as its quiet but you can feelsee in it which, for a man aphantasic, was pretty amazing as I became multidimensional and that was another huge gift as I clicked the links in this life that did what they did were simply clearing debts and balances of karmic imprints which, themselves, are a huge swizz because if a cosmic identity thief pretends to be thee and kites cheques on a shopping spree you’d be a fool to pay the bills hence the Kemetian negative confessions on the exit as they built immense pyramids to tell the plebs what time it is before they got the hell on and left as they sensed what was coming as the world descended into the Valley of the Plebs. Tell me, my friend, is it “coincidence” if I “go in see, dense” and ponder this link:

You know that word they spell means “Fire in the mid”, yes? Same with the meta I pushed of Jesus being pure awareness who is currently being crucified between the two thieves of actual ignorance and potential wisdom that are the hemispheres of your head and how your chest and abdomen contain immense concentrations of glial cells ergo “My heart wasn’t in it” and those “gut feelings” that so often save ones skin in way their programmed minds can’t comprehend? I spoke of an example about a girl, speeding, through a village who narrowly avoided an accident in this article as well as dreams, precognitive, as there is so much more to all of this than you suspect. Not that there aren’t dangers to deprogramming. Some minds are not ready to be disconnected. Others wish for more spins and welcome the extended grip of Techno Sapiens and class my view as Luddite, at best, or heretic as well for the forthcoming religion will be sex, and plenty, with people attractive. If you could decode the truth of the porn business it would all make so much sense as you guessed where those ejaculated light beams went thanks to a black mirror which shifted pixels, blue, green and red, to keep you erect and how the same glyph you used to “turn on” tech will make sex robots inevitable hence why people are feeling immense loneliness but won’t settle for anything less than the best and even if a store sold husbands they’d still end up empty handed as a cat lady in training with a full tattoo sleeve, BBL and whatever else they said was needed to keep up with the DeLoreans. Its a back to the future thing! Man, these tangents. Are you hearing me on FM as I surf the fractal of higher consciousness as its all interlinked but to keep this super simple as I actually want scientists who think to research this I’ll wrap it in a nice little bow they can unwrap in the present:

Our light is a remanent of a sound that was created in a void of darkness. Above this is another glow which is far greater in luminance. This is why you can’t escape its speed by using the rules it presents, in the flesh, but, in your head, you are transcendent as the standing on Venus rule attests. Man, we’re already Three K words in. I’ll just have to make a vid instead as I always wax lyrical when I push the pen with a poets tenderness but motion pics are more direct as I’m using a different tool of resonance. Basically, you can’t use matter to beat a limit that exists solely to fence it in. Thats stupid. What you can, on the flip, is comprehend that none of this exists without your presence and this entire realm plays out inside your awareness which means you are everyone, anywhen, at the same instance and the current version of you is akin to a worm digging in a reality tunnel inside a huge dragon (or, flying serpent) and this is an amazing on point abstraction of the predator of consciousness in relation to your true potential hence why the Pharaohs headdress had that part that wrapped his dome like wings (Limbic System – beaten and mastered) as well as the uraeus (R Complex, from whence Kundalini suppression and elevation springs via myelination) meaning they were whole brained aka Centered in Self with heart based consciousness and thus free to do amazing things as they hyperconducted much more voltage as they were drawing upon the Psylense via direct connection which, once upon a when, was widespread on the planet as they all had their links and trades hence why this god in flesh had cocaine in his veins as his cousins, across the pond, were doing what they did discovering what the flora and fauna hid as the grand secret of every modern religion is they were all about twisting your melon with these spiritual stems and how these rites were removed from the practices so people spin empty water wheels instead and, from the sense of frustration at no true progress, rivers run red at the behest of the voice in their head that says:

“Its them, they’re the problem. Kill the infidels and all will be correct in this realm“.

Except it won’t because the side that wins will fragment again and turn against themselves as they disagree over an aspect of interpretation as the house, divided, program is in full effect and thus they squabble as two tribes went to war and built the world you’re living. Head trip, eh? All in rays work for the chest who Knows the truth of this as its the true seat of consciousness hence why, yet again, the Egyptians preserved it whilst scooping out the head as its the main source of limits and problems but, I’ll admit, it produces some pretty nifty things as well so its horses for courses but me, this is my last spin in this realm, hence why I lace Game with ferocious tenderness as I’m beyond good and evil, my friend. In the interim, look into what I said about sound creating light as I think that you can reliably test with scientific experiments and such things as it will hint about the step down effect and no, its not Dark Matter in the mid – thats an immense fib – but all based on harmonics instead so you can consider via a cymatic lens in which the granules resonate at such a high pitch they seem to stop moving and manifest no vibration when, in reality, they are doing it all so quick that the loop from life to death appears totally static and this may just be why galaxies appear to have a fast spin but are barely moving whilst the presumed atomic substrate carries out the same action but on another level of coherence because we’re inside a fractal and the only way to transcend is comprehend its built of your awareness and how, without you, none of this exists beyond a potential awaiting actualization, ya dig?

Also, as per opening where I said the speed of acceleration and whats needed to chase then transcend grows in excess the closer you get. That, itself, is a dope hint that we’re immortals wearing flesh and thus one cannot transcend the problems of being human from the point of view of carbon based ignorance hence do the Knowledge and ascend if, for nothing else, to prove me incorrect. That is my challenge to this realm.

Till we meet again

World War III Is Your Fault

The coming conflict thats about to kick doesn’t have its inception where you like to believe, Thunk or suspect. No. The chief perpetrator, aggressor and oppressed can be found in much closer quarters than most would dare admit.

World War III is your fault.

Remember this each time depleted uranium shells are dropped on kids and all kinds of atrocities are committed because you could have prevented this. I know what you’re thinking:

“What the F, man? Thanks for the head trip but no way is it possible that thats my problem. Make it make sense because it seems you’re babbling with this one as I can’t spot the link”.

First thing:

The Game takes place inside your consciousness (ergo, beginning, during and end) you are responsible for the manifestation of this holographic dimension and all within. Knowing this (with a capital K) is an essential step to liberation otherwise you’ll always be placed in the Victim role by an Opponent who manifests as that voice in your head with its endless stream of suggestions seemingly designed to elicit negative emotions.

Two, what the masses hold to be true the simulation brings into view. Read the article for depth but if you want to skim the surface then imagine the calling card of the three Abrahamic problem children wasn’t world ending apocalyptic with lashings of fire and brimstone thrown in but the greatest party you can ever imagine where all entrants stand a chance at winning their liberation from the abyss and the endless life sentences of wearing the flesh. Can you even comprehend this? Now pretend that each one of the billions of people that signed up to these faiths without reading the T&Cs of engagement in the Game did the equivalent of placing a one pound tip in the jar at the end of their existence which says:

“Yep, I’m cool with that kind suffering and things. Bring it!“.

That would be a huge heap of cash, yes? Not to mention those that were super generous with their tips and left their whole estate to the belief system. Its like a grain of rice on a chessboard that is doubled for the next. Before you get to the end there aren’t enough grains on the planet.

Such is the power of compounding and what your mort-gage (loosely translated as “death contract” as it will take most of your life to repay it) attests, yes? Come to think of it, imagine if everyone on your block, street or town suddenly said:

F that debt. I ain’t paying it and neither are the rest. We stand united“.

What are they gonna do? Thats the power of crew and why its said that politics is the conspiracy of the unproductive and organized against the flipped and that ties into the first step as you spent nearly two decades, as mandated, in a concentration camp, par excellence, that swapped think for Thunk and concepts like this aren’t on the syllabus as its far harder to corral Warriors than it is to break them like their parents and convince them happiness is for sale or a place they’ll inhabit after death. Its a huge shell Game. A hierarchy of scams, if you will.

Three when have you ever, ever, ever seen a “leader” of any type fight in a conflict. Its usually only the minions they send and this is where one must tap their hat to Napoleon as the man lived his lyrics but also knew the minds of men well when he said they’ll fight long and hard for a ribbon when, in the end, its simply mass murder under another label as each side classes the other as godless infidels and thinks the real deal rides with them. They say the old tricks are the best. I’ll let you tell it but, in a nutshell, World War III is your fault.

Either you are directly complicit, tacitly expect or don’t give an F either way and thus are counted as a mute spectator who didn’t reject the programming and went along with the majority rather than state:

“No. I say, Sir, this most certainly shall not do”.

Now, for many, the idea of going against tradition makes them feel evil but, when seen with an accurate lens, the mind of the oppressed is the greatest tool in the hands of the oppressor as only a fool would send his kids to be educated by the same team that scammed them into running the treadmill like their parents as they worked to pay bills and kept telling themselves that someday their dream would come until they meekly inherited the earth as it was shoveled over them at the end of their spin. Granted not many think at the depth or without limits in their head like the one currently pushing the pen as my intent is never blasphemous or disrespectful. Quite the opposite, really, because you know how much reverence it takes to devote ones life to researching, comparing, contrasting and dissecting so many disparate viewpoints? I’ve lost count of the amount of times I bought intellectual equivalents of oil and water into a conversation that was akin to mental jousting on various topics and the end result was everyone learned something and, occasionally, a few revised their position or updated their perspective.

Not many, mind you and that was quite sad in the end because it made me comprehend that most people don’t truly wish to learn without prejudice, evolve and reality test as many variables as they can to concoct their own personal theory of everything. No, they want prethought chunks of Thunk that come with a nice, socially sanctioned seal of approval. Even if the track record of said things is a whole bunch of people that are generally miserable, frequently exploited and often in conflict with themselves whilst pretending, on the surface, to be graceful swans that effortlessly flit, that way and this, as they are constantly flapping in private. That, in a nutshell, is why World War III will be your fault.

I once asked a pimp if he felt what he was doing was correct. To hear him tell it he was performing a major social service and should be commended for his efforts and, in a sense, he was doing just this. The part I didn’t get, back then, was the money for nothing and the cheque for free bit as he apparently did a whole load of nothing other than day drink, push the whip and ferry his girls to and from places in exchange for a lions share of the profits.

“Thats the best part though, kid. Ask em, they’ll tell you they all picked me. I’m no guerrilla pimp with drugged out tricks that’ll do anything for a hit. Nor do I slap or accost them. Basically with me they get a lifestyle they generally want to live as I handle everything. I get the clients, I arrange the trips, I make sure the payments click, I’m the one that sorts their rent, dresses them and the rest. Basically they’ve got a free ride”.

The irony of this statement was not lost on my preteen brain but it was some grade A Game I was soaking up as we sat on a bench in his local as that is a pretty sweet deal, if you think about it, and the women generally enjoyed the sex, had very little stress and lived the equivalent of a teenage existence as he was akin to a surrogate parent that handled everything. Now, to many reading, I’m sure they’d be able to cook up many objections and the modern gen would have a field day being offended on behalf of them but these girls adored him for said reasons because he knew who to place where, how much rough and smooth to mix in and when one had to take a hit for the team as well as encouraging a friendly rivalry to keep motivation high and various other blips that really made his services actually quite social for they ensured various damaged men a safe vent in latex versus exploding with pent up frustration and doing something dangerous. Why did I mention this random tangent? Well, for many reasons because whilst a lot will frown upon women in this profession the simple fact is they’re only selling their bodies to pay the rent. Many trade their entire Soul, mind and belief systems for concepts exceedingly nebulous they refuse to reality test as they’re fully invested. Another dope lyric he kicked, back when, was comparing himself to the Queen of England and saying how she really made this business pay as she had all the money she could print and still taxed you for it and was down to do a mischief if you got in the way of her business.

“Richest dole wife, ever” he said. Considering she owned vast chunks of the Earths land mass in a position that is undisputed he really had a point because there was another regular who was ex military that was still itching to kill who once stated:

If I murder him, now, I’m a criminal but if I ex out twenty of them like during the Troubles then I’m a hero”. World War III is your fault as this Pattern manifests as the blueprint thats etched in sporting events as well as armed conflict and all of this is to vent underlying tensions that dwell in the hearts and minds of men as we are a house divided that is, thus, easily conquered and that, my friend, is the Slave/Masters blueprint but most are so invested in the script that to admit the holes in it would be akin to yelling:

I’m stupid!” full belt as you stand on the strip with a dunce cap on, ringing a bell.

This is why I’ve said one must be willing to lose their mind to come to their senses as anything less is an altered state of consciousness. I mean, imagine if you had a Twentieth gen iPhone with advanced holo tech and flashed it an early firmware that downgraded the tech to the level of the OS and potato quality picture messages was the best you could handle. Your carbon based vessel isn’t really that different…

One can only be compassionate if you are cold enough to see the lay of the land as it is then form a sketch that offers to actualize its best potential. Anything else is dream selling, manipulation or doomed to fail as its not realistic. I mean, lets say a lady presents that is more than keen on chocolate cakes and wants to be thin. You can beat about the bush with portion control, substitutions and the rest or get down to the nuts and bolts and trace back the state to its inception and see what she’s preventing from coming out of her mouth by shoving food in at any chance she gets. Turned out she came up in a fire and brimstone environment in which her folks were hyper religious and threatened her with Hell at any chance they’d get. If she wanted to yell or protest she ate instead. The secondary effect was she felt it made her appear unattractive and thus a damaged part of her was keeping her safe by doing the best it could with the fragments in its grip as she was, frankly, scared to death of living. This is a very important part because it matters not if you’re a whore on the strip or government sponsored hitman killing the Irish with a grin as there is the story you tell yourself and whats really happening.

Most of the pimps girls had, as expected, Daddy issues. This was a hole in their Soul he was happy to fill as he looked at his happy little harem as a family business and was well versed in many psychological aspects as its not easy juggling a house full of women but he did. Same with the soldier as the man fighting next to him was linked in ways stronger than kin as was his unit, country and the rest because he simply would not hear a thing against them. I mean, one day he was virtually frothing at the mouth when he walked into a conversation about how govern-ment is mind control, par excellence, and how the union of Jack literally waves a triple cross in front of your face. To say he was angry was an understatement because a large chunk of his (false) self concept was now under threat so I know how religious people etc.. get as its the exact same thing and that is why, my friend, World War III is your fault because if, she or him actually had Knowledge of Self you wouldn’t need these coping mechs that are akin to being a puppet on a string or living a masked existence based on what someone else says and you accept as real, genuine and authentic even though it springs not from within. Its what this part is hiding thats of most interest to me and when Mr Confirmed Kills stepped back in again he said:

“Listen, I’m glad I left. I know how you get with your questions and abstract ways of thinking but I just wasn’t in the mood that day as you nearly made me see red which is why I went before I did something I regret”.

Deciding that this was a good time as any to be callous I said:

“Me and you both know you’re F’d in the head, yes? After all you’d never tell your shrink that you see every other month for a bit that you stalk and track random targets along the pavement to keep your skills intact as you map out the break points, where and how to dispose of them and various other homicidal fantasies that just might, one day, tip over the edge when you feel a bit stressed and revert back to your training. You left for reasons that were purely selfish as you know I tell it how it is and coming here to kick it lets you better innerstand your Self so lets see if you’re ready to admit the same institution you champion are the one that left you for dead, psychologically speaking, after taking the best you had to give whilst allowing you to kill as that was your fondest wish since back when as you imagined each and every one of them was your drunk of a father that you wished you could end due to what he did to your mother and siblings, correct?”.

Here’s the amazing thing:

Even though he was on the brink of raging and not expecting this stream of events there was a part of him that was effortlessly keeping him in check as it knew I’d simply said what it had been trying to get through his thick head for ages but he refused to listen. This is the archetypal straight line in Tetris moment you’ve heard me mention as when it clicks a lot of blocks can melt, real quick and for him – of a fragmented consciousness – I’d just spelled out the links at which he’d been scratching in previous conversations but refused to draw the sketch as the conclusion would chafe a lot of cows he held as sacred and thus he ended up beefing with his (false) self and actually made more progress in one conversation than in the months, previous. In many ways though sometimes the rest are just as important as the pieces are akin to the letters of the alphabet and its the arrangement that means the difference between Shakespeare and pulp fiction.

So, in that respect, can anyone deny that World War III is their fault because I’d be willing to bet that if more people were a bit more aware of what went on under the surface of their awareness along with whats actually motivating their decisions and motivations the world would be quite different as its hard to pimp someone that knows the trick as its always, always, always a transfer of energetics. The pimp made his girls feel safe, special and wanted which scratched an itch their biological didn’t. The soldier needed someone to sanction his murderous urges and point them in a safe direction but to admit how they left him was identical with coming to terms with the fact that there were, once upon a when, more people on this planet that were now dead due to a narrative that impressed into him and he accepted, without question, for said reasons. And then there is you, my friend. We haven’t met yet but I’d be willing to bet your tale isn’t that different because the outlines are nearly always identical and you can, quite often, trace them back to a critical juncture of development where things went a bit Pete Tong and this creates a frozen child that is stuck in time with intense emotions equaled only by limited resources. Every now and then it takes control of the helm and it gets its vent in ways on or off the record.

Its the reason why otherwise perfect relationships have ended via a moment of madness or crimes of passion are committed along with keeping talented people stuck in roles they hate just to pay the bills as they lack the confidence to do what they truly wish and are tacitly seeking the approval of one that either withholds it can’t provide it. To wrap it up with a callback to Napoleon:

This dude was as G as it gets. From leading the charge in the field at the head of his men which firmly placed him in their chests as he lived his lyrics and wasn’t sitting in a tent eating cucumber sandwiches (no crusts) and directing the action they paid for with their blood, tears and flesh to crowning himself as he’d put the work in along with escaping from the bing and draping the French flag around his neck and saying:

I’m the man for the job, we all know this so don’t be so stupid. Either let me handle my biz or kill me dead, this instant” that had the crowd cheering and begging for him to lead them again.

If the people you elected and selected as reps were this authentic then life would be different but, repeating a comment that made the soldier grin:

“Poli-ticks. Does what it says on the tin. Many leeches so if you buy what they sell then you’re the problem”.

Make smarter decisions. Do the Knowledge as gnosis pays immense dividends in the land of the willfully ignorant for there is no greater tool in the hands of the Opponent than the mind of his Victim and if you don’t know you’re it then that means his trick is working, perfect. For those who have awakened the Warrior within the entire charade is paper thin and worth even less than all the money thats fit to print ergo you reject their energetics, narrative and the rest. Instead you work on your Self, heal your inner realm and then assist the rest to gain a greater state of coherence as there is no outer conflict without the same within.

Till we meet again

The Divinity Within Your Consciousness

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

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

The Temple

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

The Mentor Process

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

Living on the Outskirts of Your Mind

The Game of Souls is an illusion. A hologram which solid to those partaking but is no more real than a dream. Yeah, that makes perfect sense because when you’re lying in bed, observing technicolor visions in your head, filled with disjointed logic and countless improbable events it seems like the real thing. And then you regain your day to day awareness and think “Wow, what a bizarre experience” as you get out of bed.

What if that was the hint about what we’re currently within? Really stop and think about it because it makes no sense for our ancestors way back when without laptops and double glazing to be out, dead to the world, for eight hours of pitch darkness when all manner of beasts were prowling with stomach growling and teeth and claws ready to kill.

How do you explain that? Talk about making survival an uphill challenge. If anything you should be grateful you live in a world filled with an outsane amount of conveniences even if they denature men and make him act like an enemy to his environment. That one is just a strange as well, if you truly stop to think because we’re engaged in a war with the planet that even if we win we’ll find ourselves losing. Or maybe thats the plan as little red, not green, men wish to jet to another planet with the best and ensure the meek inherit a bombed out shell so they can’t follow them to their new zone of influence. Wait and see, it’ll happen then it’ll click but it will be too late to do something about it but thats another topic so lets get back to this:

Lets say you don’t believe in the hologrammatic Game of Souls as illusion paradigm and you think all you Witness is truly solid and really real outside of your awareness and you are just like it and not a playa on this level that was designed to suck you in and extract as much as it can get. Forget all that for a moment, its all real and not a trick but then riddle me this, my friend:

Is the world filled with liars telling lies about almost everything? You’ve got to admit that truth is often spoken of but rarely heard in this realm where lawyers destroy justice as he with the deepest pockets wins, Doctors ruin health under the guise of helping and politicians, well the less said about them the best because they are at least partially honest. Of what am I speaking? Well they do what they say on the tin:

Poli ticks. Many leeches. They are exactly this and they justify their blood sucking existence by doing pretty much nothing that benefits us and everything for them even though they promise to listen and will offer whatever they think will get you voting. Newsflash, if your vote was worth anything and could change something you think they’d leave that power in the hands of the plebs who are kept in the dark like shrooms and fed a steady stream of BS. Nyet, Comrade. Not a chance, my friend.

Now with this in mind tell me why you would search outside for truth when it can only lie within? Aha! That is the question and the answer is this:

People are petrified of their inner realm. Imagine a student who gets a message that their parent is visiting. “Oh no!” they silently scream as they sit half baked in front of the TV “You mean you’re almost here?” as they rush around, stashing the green and all the empty bottles as they attempt to civilize the scene and make their folks think a diligent life of study is what they lead. Stuff is shoved in closets, thrown under seats, swept under the rug. Anything but actually cleaned because they’ll be right back at it when they leave and can breathe a sigh of relief as long their support cheques keep hitting the cash machine.

Now imagine his parents were suspicious and they kept calling in at most random times and events. The poor students nerves would be wreck, its almost enough to drive him to drugs and drink due to all the stress! Not to mention the constant piles of things he’s rather they didn’t witness that were slung here and there in haphazard ways to prevent them realizing their precious little boy is actually wasting his golden ticket in getting wasted on what they send to spend to educate him.

Now, after a while the mess would be intense and he’d often cut them off at the door and say something else like “I’m just headed to the library to get some studying done, coming? We can grab lunch later then” and all kinds of tricks that prevent them from coming into his domicile and checking the constant supply of intoxicants and loose women that he’s really being educated in.

Bit of an obtuse metaphor but it is what it is. The point is it explains well most peoples inner realms as their little self sits inside their head and edits the story they tell themselves. The bits they don’t like? The hurt, the fear and the pain? They thrown down below their neck where it steadily accumulates and even though they don’t know, they know and from this they’ll do anything to escape. Getting back to the real world its why so many people self medicate because if you ask them they’ll say plainly “It helps me to chill and relaxes my frame”.

Now the thing is people are so used to weaving this fairy tale they forget about the truth and are sucked further into the Game and further away from the place they were born and destined to reign:

Their inner terrain.

From themselves many are estranged and thus live lives that feel fake because their brain shuffles some labels at their awareness in lieu of the real thing which was full bodied experience, that in this example the parents represent as you in a higher state. They can’t, mustn’t be let in because that will be the end of the charade, the end of the Game the pseudo student played and the reason they picked a place so far away so they could get out from the watchful gaze and just let loose for a change.

Now that we’ve taken the complicated way round to outline the nature of this charade I’d have to ask you where is the truth hidden in this little masquerade? Why in the house, of course. Or in your case from the neck to the waist and as you age from the ankles up again which is why the elderly move at a shuffling pace as their weighed down by the edits they try hard to erase and convince their higher state of awareness they aren’t living as reprobates.

Why is the Game structured like this? Well actually it makes perfect sense because if everyone is lying to themselves they’ll invest even further in the illusion and go to ever crazier lengths to avoid letting their parents in to that which is hidden but they suspect, nonetheless.

As far as they’re concerned their son is a model student who will graduate with full honors, money well spent they think. Little do they know that when this adventure comes to an end and it becomes self evident his tuition was spent on revelry and indulgence then there will be consequences. In the mortal sense this is death because at the moment of expiration all that which was hidden comes up to the surface which is why its far better to deal with it whilst breathing, no matter how unpleasant because you can only leave this realm with what you came in and no luggage is accepted so don’t even try and check in.

Man this really is going all over the place isn’t it? Anyway you catch my drift because the nature of this subterfuge and image building should cause bells to ring in your awareness and the question is this:

If you’re dreaming in a dream and that vision seems real how can you tell its not whilst still in the scene? Flick a light switch, look at your hands or better yet try to read. These three with most certainty will reveal its not what you’re thinking at that moment as its all playing out inside your head and when this clicks then the dream can shift and you become aware its as flexible as elastic and then, the real fun begins.

Extrapolate this to real world for a moment and bring that old metaphor back in as the kid knows what is real and invests so much in hiding from his parents that he ends up creating a mess by not hitting his targets as he was so invested in ensuring their dream world seemed real, even if it was an illusion. They knew, deep down, that this was all a trick. Thats why they put the pressure on with these random visits to check on their investment now consider this:

You have had at least one, maybe ten or dozens of dreams that feel so real that when you rise in your bed, just for a moment, your current life feels artificial before reality kicks in and you set off to do it all again.

Imagine for a moment you could access this inner realm whilst not dreaming. What of those implications as you use your natural resources to expand your awareness. Going back to our student friend its like he evaded his parents, got as high as he wished and then somehow came up with an invention that generated millions and made him a legend. They wouldn’t care about what he didn’t because what he did offsets this and this entire convoluted missive is designed to make you think what are you missing by living on the outskirts of your mind, disconnected from your inner realm as you attempt to coast on a ticket from a higher aspect of you is paying for and expecting greater things?

What if thats the main trick behind the “Be Kind, Rewind” effect and the peacock feather of sentience wrapped in flesh which means you get mindwiped and reskinned? Wouldn’t that be something? A cautionary tale for those invested in the wisdom of ignorance and too proud to admit they know nothing

Till we meet again

Richard Pryor Told It as It Is

To me Richard Pryor was, quite simply, the greatest comedian that ever lived. Matter of fact, I’d be willing to double down on this bet and say that there never will be, ever, anyone who could even think of eclipsing him in terms of raw talent, innovation and timelessness. Do you know why this is? They say the hallmark of genius is when everything before you is irrelevant and all that follows bears your imprint. Thats Pryor. Did you notice the synchrospell with the name, in full effect? It appears the universe is not without a sense of irony. Or are they hints that are picked up on only by schizos and mystics when, in the end, the former is simply a malfunctioning version of the latter who drowns where the other swims. But, thats another topic. I want you to listen to this:

He speaks on the ease of buying in to anothers vision of the life you’re supposed to live and how many people, without Knowing, choose this option as its the path of least resistance. How about you, my friend, are you living your life of that of your parents as how many kids yell “When I grow up I’ll never be like them” and yet in a few decades and change they hear the exact same things coming from their lips. Why do so many not comprehend that the same mind virus that infected the last gen has now set up home in their dome as well? Where is their empathy? The sense that wishes to nurture their childs Inner Sense? Nope. Instead they bludgeon an old OS into their heads and then grin when they take steps to become as Adulterated as them. This, in a nutshell, is the mass sickness to which most are well adjusted. Not me though. Whips, chains, pain and shame couldn’t sway me from the narrow way that truth illuminates hence why I push the pen like this because its real easy to give in and become what they wished. On the flip, creating the Path by walking is akin to a living hell and this is why I’ve said only 8% of the realm can handle it.

Sadly, most of them (As Pryor attests) are knee deep in coping mechs as there is no school or institution that teaches you how to keep your inner fires lit when they are all rushing to sell you a light switch, electric bill and bulbs designed with engineered obsolesce. This is why you picked the simple option, my friend. Well, that and a devious intent at the helm that Knows fine well you step into this realm in a state of hypnosis and they exploit this, real well, by using the principles of coherence and desire for acceptance and validation. Some jits are just born difficult. Its like they remembered what they were taught to forget when the mindwipe did its thing and Know their parents, no matter their intent, are entirely ignorant of lifes deeper meaning and what is actually happening. They may start off as difficult and then keep expanding their lack of tolerance ranging from what they will and will not eat up to how they dress and whether or not they pay attention when class is in sesh.

He has a lot of potential but is very easily distracted and constantly makes a nuisance of himself, much to the classes detriment as they all pay heed to the clown who speaks in jest” said many a report card, back when. Did you know that the Jester was kept around the King in order to do just this and deflate the fake BS by telling it how it is? This is the same role played by the comedian and the fact that Patrice didn’t hit is proof positive that the real is suppressed in times of near universal decep. What if, like Richard, you’d been surrounded by a life so intense from the moment you stepped in that you couldn’t afford fakeness? He was born not by a river, in a little tent, but a brothel instead that was ran by his grandparent. His father was a pimp and mother, a whore. When the child was abandoned he was taken in by Gran who beat the hell out of him and not long after this the sexual abuse kicked in. Horrific, isn’t it? And yet this process that I’ve termed coal to a diamond is quite common. Especially for those who will prevail as Warriors, in the end.

Pryor tried to buy in to anothers vision whilst he dreamt of success as he aimed to emulate the current trends mainstream America expects. One day he had an awakening as he stood on the stage of the Hotel Aladdin and finally got his wish:

What the F am I doing?” he told a sold out audience as he clicked those six words actually applied to him. The trance of anothers vision was lifted from his lids. Ladies and gentlemen, a legend is born, as from that moment on the gloves were off and blood would be drawn. Comedy would never be the same again as there was the Game before him and what came next:

If you, like me, are an Eighties jit you’ll recollect that comedians pushed product on pressed vinyls, back when. Listening to these in the days of my genesis and then eventually copping the VHS impressed how much more was added in with the visuals, present, as Pryor told his jokes with his whole form. I mean, check this:

The money and awards came in as the audience voted with their attention. Here was something new, fresh and accurate that told the truth with no Fs given in a way that was unique and different. Can you imagine being an artist in the Seventies – a day when music was the best as competition was intense and there were far less distractions – and hearing a comedian went gold, again? As anyone creative can attest, the beast is a wicked thing. And yet, people line up to be chewed up and digested. Even more so since the web and its spells.

Rich pushed the pen and wrote most of Blazing Saddles as well but they say the Brothers, Warner didn’t want to foot the bill and placed someone else in his role instead. Ninety percent business, ten on the show… Once again, a common song as loads in the biz are broken in ways the glitz keeps hidden. One of the most telling things I ever saw in a glimpse behind the curtain was how badly these celebs are treated with the whole:

I made you, you whore. Without me you’re nothing and if I click my fingers you’ll never work again so give me head when I demand it and I don’t want to hear any questions”. All of this was done with finesse and fronting to show another of their “strength” as well as issuing a tacit threat about what you’re up against. Thats before I get into the extortion, pimping and backdoor shenanigans in which folks with talent are sharked by those with big fins, deep wallets and connections. Thats the biz, my friend. It is what it is. Back to Rich:

The offers came in along with the requests for down toning but Pryor would not relent. Much like Chappelle, in that respect who walked away from millions and preferred to remain coherent. Notice how the press said he smoked crack and had flipped his lid when he went to Africa instead. A telling thing about that trip harks back to something his inspiration said:

There is an aspect of the fractal at play in all of this as that is exactly what we’re within. This is why Eddie donned the red suit as well along with his mannerisms but anyone can trace a sketch. It takes a genius to spill ink on a page that is blank to create the blueprint. This is what Pryor did. He himself would attest that the Foxx that was Redd, Godfrey Cambridge and Dick of house Greg first blew breath into him but thats the same as MJ saying without JB there would be no him, no moonwalking and no HEE HEEs as well. Everything is part of a continuum with each step building on the next and that is because the void that they sell is actually filled with Ether instead as that is what links the fractal. He who hath coherence can stand on the shoulders of giants but its the fact that a man sees further through a tear than telescopic lens which is most dramatic as its amazing that those who make us grin are often crying within:

This is such a common thread in the land of comics that its very rarely questioned and mostly accepted. If anything it hints at the duality of the web that life spins and places us in. I want you to picture it like this:

As much as they make you laugh is the exact ratio of hurt they feel within and this, suddenly, makes Rich’s life make more sense, yes? Can you see why I said there will not be another like him as one must be willing to walk those steps to see those sights. Who wants that life? Who has that strength? Plus he ain’t even started yet… From the eye of the storm he issued his reports. Burned to the quick with a crack addiction to pumping hot lead into his whip. Best believe if there were socials, then, they’d still be ringing about his antics as the lines between art and life were getting blurred, with wit. The thing is there was one thing that remained constant throughout all of this and its what drew others into his glow of illumination:

Realness.

He never sugar coated, varnished or gave PR safe answers in that respect. Instead he shot from the hip and always gave those who could something about which to think after he’d slinked off the stage and was now engaged in a binge. Its like he was drowning and would surface, now and then, to share what was in the depths of being human with the rest and then sink back to the abyss. Rick James knew this place well, as Eddies brother, Charlie, doth attest.

Barbara Walters asked him “Who believed in you? Who did the caring?” and he said:

Richard Franklin Lennox Thomas Pryor, the Third. And magic dust“. He meant it. This is something which I know, real well, because if the only place to find a helping hand is the end of your own sleeve then life very quickly reveals what it did deal and thus one must play to win which is why I wanted to take a moment to appreciate him as my intent has always been to study the greats and become greater or, as my father said shortly before he was murdered:

“Look at those like us. How they lived and died as well and the bits in the mid. There are but so many traps they can set so learn from their examples and choose better options as man is predictable but you, my son, are a genius and I expect greater things”.

As such I report from my own personal abyss with its own direct vision and sketch of not only this but higher realms because I’m certain if you asked Rich if we may be dead in a living hell he’d nod his head as he knew, fine well, the Devil that dwells within as well as the differentiation between the Prime and numinous that gave rise to his magnificence. The trick, my friend, is learning to discern hence doing the Knowledge and this is the difference between a Slave and Warrior, in the end as the former accepts the script whereas the latter rejects it and seeks to pen his inspiration which, more often than not, meet invisible resistance and, eventual, mass coherence as well because there is something about a car wreck that people makes people start craning to look in as they pass by, safe, in the distance.

From the eye of the storm Richard Pryor told it as it is and to me, coming up, his presence was a gift because, just for a moment, I could forget the tears I’d shed and laugh real hard instead. Imagine my surprise as I progressed and found the rest of what kicked and how coals that become diamonds face pressure that won’t relent and using his missteps as an example I tap danced around the mechs themselves and the cope they beget…

Here we have a man with no Pryors and none subsequent as well and thus a living legend.

Till we meet again

What to Do When You Feel Overwhelmed

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

Your Life Reflects Your Beliefs

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