Anyway these bullied smiles hide real tears about the insults and jeers from her colleagues and peers as she was drafted in and heavily promoted as she had the skills the rest were lacking in.
This didn’t stop them from commenting on her slick knicker elastic and vying bids on who she slept with to get the spot they all coveted.
Her impeccable track record delivering ten times out of ten as she hit a target with preternatural skill counted for nothing with them when it came to office politics.
Stranger still was how she pretended and sold an image she never felt.
“I wish I’d never left the old office I hate it in this new place they all smile in my face but talk behind my back I can feel it when they laugh I can sense what they say”.
“Those are some mighty fine skills do you mind using them to predict the digits for the lotter-hey where are you going? I’m just joking not really being a psychic must be pretty dope. Unless all you detect are negatives.
This is what you’re seeing in them as they band into a collective huddled around a single brain cell“.
She cracked a grin then started laughing and truly meant it.
“Thanks” she said “You always make me feel something good Now, how the heck do I deal with this problem? I could go back to where I’d left they’d take me on in an instant and I could probable finagle a fatter check so it would all be worth it, yes?” she asked looking up from hair that flicked just over her eye to appear mysterious.
She played the role to a hilt and did it super well.
Then the real work begins but that is her privacy ergo I cannot speak.
What I can say is this:
When she asked how to handle these office politics I told her to play it to the hilt:
“Don’t kowtow or even try and be friends. Keep them all at a distance with the charm you project then drop a bombshell:
Tell them as a team you will shortly be picking one as a shadow with the intent of making them your assistant permanently”.
I didn’t have to tell her that with one stone she killed a few problem birds dead. Neither did I have to mention they’d be falling over themselves to excel as they know the standard expected which shifts the office resonance and brings her help as well as she can finally delegate the unimportant bits as she rearranges the ecosystem to her own wavelength.
On a tangent, who can remember the Sunday evening phase where Songs of Praise was your only option to display and it seemed like the second hand was backtracking as you felt like yelling “Must you be forever tinkling that damn bell?” at the baby as you were driven out of your mind with boredom. Ah, an ancient relic that modern generations simply will not comprehend but we, we lived it. Back on track:
Don’t believe everything you think. There is an enemy force in your head that is currently holding your consciousness hostage. Worst of all you Thunk you’re it. Why? Because it seems to come from within? Because it talks with the same pitch and lilt you possess or one of many other rationalizations. None of them are correct. They can’t be. Its Self evident, if you stop and think, that you are actually that which listens ergo you have an option to reject those suggestions. Obviously the voice doesn’t like this because its whole Game is to make you its bish as it barks “Step” and you fetch whilst awaiting a pat on the head which is never coming. Instead it will choose to remind you at Two AM that when the waitress left your food on a date where you were dressed to impress you replied “You too!”. Newsflash, the girl couldn’t care less and probably paid no attention to what you said so why are you acting like Tina and letting the Ike in your head beat up your awareness?
See why I said that 81% of the planet are Slaves? This is the first conquest and from this the rest pile in because its a battle of dominance in which submission guarantees you suffering because of your own willful ignorance. Its pretty wicked, in that respect, but thats part and parcel of the challenge on this level of the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits because you’re either a Victim of this devil in an old dress or you treat it like your Opponent and learn the lessons its been hammering inside your head since the seeds of Adulteration were sprinkled, back when.
Lets pretend I’m psychic for a moment. I predict that last year, around this time, you had about five or ten pressing things bouncing around inside your dome that were screaming for attention and causing boatloads of stress about what might happen if they aren’t dealt with. You duly obliged and your endocrine system pitched in by releasing lots of chemicals designed to make the thoughts seem real and threatening whilst you ran around like a headless chicken trying to fix whatever problem it says were urgent. Now, lets take the blueprint and hit it with a quick Control C, Control V and I’d be willing to bet that describes, pitch perfect, pretty much any year of your life you’d like to pick – past, future or present. See why I said the beast is a copy and paste specialist? It only has one trick. Its very old because its so effective. 8 billion Souls served daily and how many of them truly click they shouldn’t believe everything they think? A thin sliver, at best. 8%, I’d guess.
If, on the flip, you are quite creative you’ll notice those concepts float in unbidden with no talk, just action, as you scramble to capture them and translate them into an expression in this realm, correct? Ain’t that something? Thats Inner Sense. That is your true nature, my friend. The other is an Adulterant that keeps you locked up within the construct in your head I call the Mind Made Prison. Most people are so ignorant of this that they believe the programming which says “Furnish it, make it lavish. Then you can do it big and you’ll feel different. Go ahead, stunt on them. Let them know you’re something special because of all the trinkets and accolades you possess”. Never works. Thats why I said its oldest trick in the book aka the psychosocial treadmill and it cares not one bit about your race, gender, religion or anything else. As long as you’re human you’re fair Game for the Opponent because its against him you’re truly playing in the realm and the only thing you can win is death. That is a whole nother topic which we’ll get into elsewhen but, for now, lets keep it focused on whats actually happening inside your head.
The best way to think about this is like sex and that (false) self is a condom laced with a numbing agent that prevents you from realizing how bad your innate potential is getting F’d. If those energetics should protest your brain will interpret their signals as pain, overthinking, compulsive activity or a huge proclivity for distraction to escape what you feel within. The saddest truth about this multiracial planet that communicates in many ways using their own tongues and glyphs is that not one crew speaks body language. We did. All of us. Once upon a when. These were the tables that were flipped as they broke the legs of higher consciousness and cut your awareness down to size hence English is Devilish because its the worst of the bunch hence “Stiff upper lip” and all the rest which explains well how a tiny island released all kinds of wickedness upon pretty much every other peoples and continents under the pretext of civilizing savages whilst looting their natural riches. Anything else just isn’t cricket, old bean. What do you think those triple crosses on the flag they hoist mean? Pirates of consciousness yet none dare call it conspiracy. Once again we’ve spread the beam a bit wide so lets focus back within:
Don’t believe everything you think. I’ll say it again. Start challenging your assumptions via the process of selective attention or just straight up negating the suggestion. A firm “No!” that you mean can work wonders within as its simply a case of assertion and discipline which raises a Slave from where he sinks and simultaneously sparks up the spirit of the Warrior within who dwells in Inner Sense. That is lifes true gift. Sadly many die with it within as they look around, wondering, “Is this it?”. No. No it isn’t, my friend. Unless you’re stuck on stupid, hell bent on ignorance and so comfortable in your velvet lined rut where your awareness is held hostage that the thought of the alternative breaks you out in a cold sweat because it means you’ve been tricked and have invested your whole life in an illusion. Ask your Self:
Would you rather know now, when you can still do something about it, or in those final moments as your life current ebbs and the Opponent says “Another one for my collection. I win” and you come face to face with your Inner Sense that you’ve spent a whole lifetime neglecting? That isn’t pretty. Not one bit. Its actually a one way ticket back to this realm hence your only fear of death should be reincarnation. How many times do you think we’ve had this conversation, eh? That memory wipe before you’re slammed back in the flesh is a slippery bish, isn’t it?
There it is. Lifes greatest secret. Except it isn’t. Jesus said it for a reason but even his words were remixing something ancient which came from the Vedics. Specifically the Upanishad texts which went way beyond the mere religious context and are regarded as being the recorded revelations of a group of seers who looked within their consciousness and heard what the silence said. The answers were mind blowing ergo they recorded them as such:
“The supreme one who makes all possible, from subtle to eternal. Thou art that“.
The “you” you accept right now is a story that is strung together, mainly, from bits you’ve repressed, things you half forget and various bits of hollywoods spells of influence. That is it. This is the “John of House Smith” effect I mentioned. As I began to do the Knowledge and clean the mess from within my consciousness I came to slowly comprehend that the only true way to see anything in this realm is as a puzzle that requires solving. Not a blame to fixed, a woe to be regret or a vow to get revenge. No, they are, in essence, slinging more dirt on your inner realms because there is no external. This is not the easiest thing in the world to get to grips with as its as elusive as sleep but equally soothing as it comes when you’re in alignment and rests thee, thoroughly. It can best be equated to a wavelength or frequency and if you are, frequently, in sync with those who are tuned into Sign of the Times AM then you’ll miss the ledge and fall into the pit instead aka the Valley of the Plebs. Fear not though, my friend, as its decorated well, filled with retail things and everyone else is doing it. Thing is they are all, to a man, unfulfilled and fundamentally miserable. I had no choice but to admit this after my latest brush with death as what I’d suppressed and hid was now preventing full access to my flesh as, in many ways, my Soul was ejected and it was a fight to get in as one aspect said:
Another part of me knew this was my challenge and thus, off we went. See, the above were the remnants of the (false) self we became conditioned to accept after our exodus from Inner Sense. It is, literally, the habit of a lifetime and it fits so well that the rhyme behind the reason of “second nature” is perfect as this obvious blip hid the main question:
Much more than a robot in disguise but, without a trace of the ironic, most humans are this hence their Click-Whirr rhetoric. Ask them and they’ll believe they are human and that is the greatest deception because, as the above attests, the (false) self survives beyond death as a conditioned consciousness which is akin to taking pure water, freezing it, then pouring the solid lump of low, dense vibration and asking it:
“Who are thee?”.
It will point to its limits. That which it identifies as “me”. Some, with degrees, will issue commands in millimeters of their entire sketch. Others provide edicts about the chemical make up and composition whilst a few point at the “Made in China” mark on their rear end from where they sat listening to “Sit still, look ahead” as they were condensing, back when, in the refrigeration shelf. All of them, are in a sense, correct and, in the flesh, there have been many wars fought between these “religions” about whose world view is the best but its the mystic of the realm that comprehends the immense cloud of sentience from which the divine rains fell before they pooled in watery schools that flash froze them ergo, at death, he Knows the Ledge and can tell the really real from the temporal imposter at the helm and thus passes the test. That, in a nutshell, is what “Know ye not that ye are gods?” meant. According to my perspective. Here is where it gets super interesting though:
I went into this with both eyes open and the intent to illuminate the third in the mid and when this did it was like a booming explosion hit my awareness followed by an intense brightness along with colors I’d never seen in this realm. All of this seemed to sport a familiar newness which I questioned because, obviously, one does not forget something so amazing and yet why did it appear I was recollecting it? They say there is no invention in this realm and everything is a process of rediscovery which makes perfect sense as the sketch does progress because I started looking into, on spec, far older and esoteric religious texts after the revelation hit that the crucifixion on the hill was an elaborate hint about all of this but dressed in mundane threads to hide the true resonance. Read this article for a glimpse of what that meant then get back to this. Suddenly the desire to seek refs from those who had been to these realms and had detailed their adventures therein gripped me as I, obviously, wasn’t the first to turn the key and unlock the Kingdom within as, before, those words were merely on a page and now they had an internal, eternal reference. I had studied quite a few religions, had many interesting conversations with those who know them, outside and in, who answered my questions, sometimes, and others took offense. None was meant but I came to comprehend how they were, mostly, following the same “Repeat, verbatim to pass the test” programs from back when and none had actually put into practice the energetics needed to melt. Then I met Rudra.
Rudra is described as a pre-Vedic God. Meaning, he was on the scene was before the rest of the team and is seen as something of a primal force that was described as “Terrible, roaring with discontent, eradicates problems from root, flower and stem” as well as frightening explosions that then turn to sublime reversals of (mis)fortune as they reveal the tranquil bliss that is akin to the eternal calm in the midst of the maelstrom. As you can probably imagine the grin on my lips was so immense I thought it would crack my dish as here, in really old text, was a description, picture perfect, of where I’d went. Suddenly, so much made sense and the next bit clicked with this:
That was what I’d imperienced. Literally the yells and wails of frustration as sperm linked with egg and my unfinite consciousness was stitched to the helix which then caused the zygote to split and form my earthly shell. That, my friend, is the true Big Bang and, beyond this, is what I detailed in the Peacock narrative. That was another that just came as an image that carried within such immense revelation and symbolism that the text shared is merely a fragment of the whole thing as a lot of these articles I pen to chart my own progress along the steps of the Path you create by walking whilst they’re also there to help anyone else who comprehends the shadows depth and seeks freedom from this realm. The ancient texts attest:
“Rudra is one. There is no second“.
Which states the same as the previous quotation but from another point of reference. So much ignorance just melted. Its like the ice cube that was dripping onto a plate was hit with a concentrated beam of heat and I was again, momentarily, back in the cloud of undifferentiated sentience before it fell to this realm but that time felt eternal and totally tranquil hence why I said that energy moves but consciousness is still. It was also from this revelation that the concept of the Psylense did kick in as as well as the gnosis that the Ether is correct, the original internet, levels and frames of reference in the Game we play using our Souls as credits and so much more res that I haven’t even began to share yet as I’m still processing it using the limits of the flesh. Shiva (and his consort, Shakti) are classed as resonant with Rudra or another way of saying the same thing and they are worshipped via this image which links a penis, erect, and vagina as well:
Once again the symbol hides immense Knowledge within for those who comprehend the shadows depth because not only does this link, pitch perfect, with the Big Bang effect that bought us to this realm its also entirely resonant with the black hole from which even light cannot escape hence noiZ and Psylense, face to face. Man, I could get into how Rudra was, scientifically, linked to what happened with COVID and how that actually repped a transmission of consciousness to this planet and how people were herded within and literally scared to death in isolation whilst I was out, each and every day and PMs a well, soaking up the rays, intuitive, and got into the best shape I’d ever been in the flesh. I only discovered this later as another layer of revelation and imperience and, as you can imagine, my mind was blown to shreds and then stitched back together again from a cloth even finer than it was previously as each step brings progress and that is when the Path of Power became the Way of Wisdom and, once again, I was out of my depths as what got me to this level of elevation obviously wasn’t going to work next ergo I’d have to sketch a new OS inside my head and keep on trekking.
The only thing that make sense about my life and its resonance is what I’ve termed enforced enlightenment. They say that we often meet our fates on the ways we took to avoid it. To this I can most certainly attest and thus the presence of the Bureau of Adjustment is quite perfect as I’d, intuitively, rejected the one present that would have forced me to check the depths of my awareness. This I do not regret as she would’ve bought mucho chaos into my existence that would have then manifested onto our children and for them to have a life like mine is not the type of vibe I wished to manifest into this timeline. It appears the fates wanted this and thus what would have been spread thin over other planes of existence was hand delivered, instead, via the kiss of death and mucho manipulation. The aftermath of said events was like being taken to Hell and then left with no map or clue or cue of what kicks. “See you around, kid” is all they said as they vanished into the distance and left me in pieces. Fragments would be the term best that described my inner realms as it felt like an axe, metaphys, had been swung at my tree of lineage and only the thinnest sliver of bark was left. That was me, then. Me, now, sees it as enforced enlightenment and I truly believe this is the upside of the schizophrenics gifts that come wrapped in fear and dread that manifest as hallucinations instead.
Can you see why I’ve said I’m the luckiest man in this realm? To only live this but survive then thrive and return with insights which the rest of the world is currently ignorant. To say this was a harrowing imperience would be a gross misunderstatement as it felt like being hit by a lightning bolt of consciousness that raped and pillaged my unconscious and these yelps bought to the surface an immense traumatic inheritance that had to be dealt with. Talk about being tossed in the ocean without knowing how to swim! Better yet, this was did on a night when it was pitch black with no moon present and a typhoon swirling in the midst. For glitz and giggles there were also sharks in the mix and a whole host of demoniacal beings that fed off my discomfort. All of this was thanks to my friends, cheers gents! And ladies as well as they played their bit. Since then it felt like I was a ball dropped in to a machine filled with flippers, brightly lit, and have been bounced around various realms and planes of consciousness. The end result has been the writings you read and the various things I had to learn in order to heal. This is where it gets interesting as so many blips, methods and tricks were actually latent within from previous incarnations and now it makes perfect sense as this seems to be the way your final life in this realm manifests.
I don’t know if you’ll get my drift or if its even worth me investing in sharing such things as second hand enlightenment is as much use as a man on an island of lesbians. Even that image provides a hint about the world the daughters of Mara have built. If you are content with your life as it is then I recommend reading none of this and advise your friends to do the same thing. Why? Birds of a feather and all of that. Ultimately I’d like to spur discussion on said topic and bring light to the darkness of ignorance as we are, to a man, well trained fish that swim in seas with a glass maze, erected. What do I mean by this? Simple, life as you know it is a construction. A false resonance. A dampening of the Spirit to create beasts from men and then normalize what they think whilst keeping them ignorant of their true potential and magnificence. This, I suspect, is the secret that makes some kings and others sleep on pavements but as the testament of Vivek (linked) says maybe he truly gets what kicks, hence his options? Or maybe he doesn’t and totally missed the gift, fell at a hurdle then set up encampment? I can see why drugs have such a strong appeal as well as various other distractions as they present a quick fix for what is an eternal problem as we have a predator in our midst and my friends set me to war with him. You want to know the best bit? He is me. Or was as that is what he pretended to be and I’d be willing to bet that currently, he too has set up home in your head but you haven’t yet met him. But you’ve felt his presence. This I am willing to bet and not in false chips on a stacked hand from rigged deck. Just stop and think:
If someone built a fake oasis in the middle of desert you can best believe its interests aren’t your best, yes? But, when you’re winning who thinks of losing? Better yet, how can you be the voice in your head when you are evidently that which listens, my friend? Its a shell Game of infinite depth and complexity that is harrowingly simple as well. The things I’ve seen and been you simply would not believe as its akin to describing a dream to a friend:
“Word? So the unicorn had an AK Forty Seven that shot bullets of pure affection and when they hit you weren’t dead but came to life instead and comprehend we’re inside an immense Game we play using our Souls as credits? And then what happened?”.
Whats the point? I really am wondering. Why do I persist? I feel like I’ve spent eons in various incarnations wandering this planet and this, my final spin, is culmination of said events ergo its inevitable and that means that you too will one day take his trek ergo the seeds I’ve sprinkled should become an orchard by then. Yet and still, some still crack the pavement in the midst of an urban hell and tell the rest:
The well adjusted to such mass sickness think “He’s off his meds” but I’ve never, yet, met a dim schizophrenic but have encountered plenty of well educated idiots who believe fanciful things from the bible of “The way it is“. Enforced enlightenment is a tricky mistress, for certain, as she seems to have a sadomasochistic bent and likes to crack the whip to get your attention. The amazing part of this, however, is she has access to my total depths and thus allowed me to outline a sketch of higher realms and such things ergo there appears to be a benevolent intelligence the presents as a wicked witch. The Bad Princess, if you will. They say that, once upon a when, her song man did sing with great praise and reverence but she went underground to escape the beast that currently sits at the helm and then chose me as her plaything via enforced enlightenment. I wonder what would have happened had I got married? Would the same scenes have played out interpersonally as opposed to without intermediaries? Such are the vagaries of the lives we don’t live but best believe I examine them at depth.
Can you imagine how your spine felt if it was filled with electric? Where sleep was no longer an option as your dreams were more intense than life itself and that had became a non stop performance in which your subconscious was rent manifest upon this realm and enacted by the countenances of strangers and friends? Can you see why I said you’re the only Soul in this realm and interacting with nothing more or less than figments of your imagination, my friend? It truly is like this. Upon that I would bet my last chip with the certainty I’d win as such truths were etched on emerald tablets, back when, ergo I feel like the living embodiment of ancient wisdom and come equipped with the gifts to transfer these energetics to minds of modern man. But with no audience at present so I wonder if thats the test? To see if I’ll give in or keep kicking the ballistics as rent by the unicorn with an automatic weapon that sends death to ignorance so life springs instead? The Hero’s Journey is what they call it and who but the luckiest man in this realm could accept such an invitation? Well, I do and did. My thanks are eternal as now I Know (via the power of gnosis) that I am nothing more or less than an aspect of the Prime, pre-existing, made flesh. The rest, however, is up for negotiation ergo, like Jon Snow, I’m quite certain of my ignorance. Quite a contradiction, yes? Beyond good and evil describes it best because not everyone who helps in this realm is a friend and I have no enemiesas they all teach me something which I was previously lacking ergo its all to win.
Methinks a shell Game is in full effect in this realm as both are backed by what you invest in something another says. They’re equally centralized as well not to mention they’ve caused plenty of evil and loads of grins to spread.
Its a strange thing isn’t it? What do you think? Have you ever considered the links?
Did you know that back when excommunication was the threat as people owned their land and homestead ergo the potential to be blacklisted from social connection kept them all in check.
Until they became mere peasants instead.
These days you can pretend that its equivalent would be having to use the net all by your Self.
The most interesting thing is that is Social Credit in a nutshell which just proves so well that the dresses may shift with the ages but the designer at the helm is identical from one stage of the Game to the next and thus if you haven’t spotted the grift then tag, you’re it!
Look around today, you can see the seeds being sown in various movements and mental adaptions because the entities that run the Game think a thousand years ahead. As old wisdom says – to cook a frog alive you lower it in at room temp and then gradually increase the increments because by the time it realizes its too late to do a thing and you serve up a fresh dish. Its quite sneaky and also very intelligent. This is the hallmark of these beings because plausible deniability is present and correct. The frog was equipped with legs that it could’ve used to jump out of the predicament it found itself in when it was placed in an entirely foreign environment due to the intent of he who is cooking and brewing in the kitchen but chose to do no such thing. In that way they can claim the blood isn’t on them but on the one that failed the test of relying on their own common sense and natural attributes to get themselves out of this. Worse still is the few that do escape and try and teach the tadpoles different are looked at crazed, outsane beings for believing such ridiculous things.
“What? You mean to tell me that water, the very thing within which we live and is entirely natural and heat which is just as obvious are actually used to kill and, wait a minute, get this: It’s done so slowly you don’t realize it and then you’re dead if you don’t do something? You’re off your head, go on, hop along” they said purely because they lacked the frame of reference and couldn’t relate to his imperience and that, my friends, is pretty much the same as human kind because in the grand scheme of things our lives are but a blink but hidden within the illusion is a simple truth they’d rather you forget:
This, all of this, everywhen takes place in your awareness. Knowing this is one thing, embodying it another but once you know without doubt the truth of this statement and align all aspects of your Self, everywhen, in total coherence to actualize the potential of this Knowledge then the mighty oak which bursts forth from the seed of this gift is not just life affirming but changing as well because you view things from a different perspective and thus notice the trajectories and plans, deals and schemes that form the actual factual conspiracy theory known as reality. A word on that last point:
This is exactly the process of information management and reality creation is, and has been, firmly in the grip of a handful of human beings since way, way back when and they readily present the illusion of choice when in truth you have no such thing. Look at all elements in media from the so called free press to those who bust your blocks and various other forms of entertainment. They are all linked as subsidiaries, affiliates or masquerading as independent with unannounced controlling interests sitting quietly in the wings. “But, but, but what about the net? Its all open and free, anyone can say anything” I hear some bleat. Not quite true, is it? Take a look at the trends and what the majority are searching and feeding and you’ll notice they tend to stick to the same narrative. Those who veer from the well lit and super busy main stream find an almost overloaded and intentionally murky side street that is filled with things ranging from quite wise to flat out lunacy.
Van Gogh was a perfect example of this as are many others consigned to invisibility via history like the so called schizophrenics who are beaten daily with an influx of chemicals designed to prevent them speaking clearly to rest about the nature of what they witnessed inside hells kitchen aka reality. Did you know these so called nutters can identify each other, instantly? Interesting is it that there is no medical instrument or test that can do such a thing with accuracy and the entire field is filled with human observation primarily to decide who is and who isn’t crazy. Even more fascinating is those who fake their way in to mental establishments then find it next to impossible to be released even when they go back to acting like their standard selves. Ponder that for a moment and consider the implications because the nutters evidently have a far more sensitive temperament when it comes to the gossamer boundaries that delineate this realm for the third dimensional experience as ordained by the chef who sits and add a pinch of this and sprig of that and keeps on cooking.
I’d be willing to bet you don’t have a clue about the true nature of any of this. Better yet I’d happily double up and say most of you don’t care to hear anything outside of what you’ve been conditioned as there is comfort in often repeated ignorance and waiting for solutions that don’t come whilst ignoring your own power within because you’ve been taught to think its wicked:
“And it was said that he who attempts to use his legs to escape from the clear sacrament after having been blessed by selection will fall greatly out of favor with the one who chose him and never again would he be able to enter into the lands promised”.
Technically correct because the chef would be pissed if the frogs were to get it and just jet because he’s got paying patrons who booked eons in advanced to taste his slow cooked dish that is served to perfection ergo it helps to instill a script so that those who are targeted and picked to make it to those bowls in the kitchen think of it as something else and thus forego their own interests and ignore the screaming of their internal safety systems to use their natural equipment to shake a leg.
Like I said, there are layers to this and it all depends upon the depths you are willing to go to in yourself. Most prefer to dwell on top of the sea of ignorance that forms their awareness because underneath they sense a great turbulence that disturbs them as they think to traverse this space is akin to inviting death. That it is, in a sense. The death of what they used to think because the knowledge that is awaiting is, was and always has been your inheritance. Amazing how they made wisdom a wicked thing thanks to the use of influence that flipped imagery. I want you to take a look at this:
Draw your own conclusions because the best lies in this world contain ninety eight percent of the truth. Its the adulterants added in that are designed to skew your point of view you must learn to discern and refuse. I know I do and I’d be wiling to wager than I’m far happier, healthier and actualized than you as we’re hearted in different directions of the same loop. Whoops, that would be headed for you because you currently don’t have a clue what hearted means as you haven’t allowed that to lead since you were a baby. All part of the deal… All part of the deal.
The grand design of the internet is to ensure that we can all feel lonely as we connect because, like religion, it isolates as it pretends to unify and once inside you can’t help but notice further divides as cliques are formed, opinions expressed and this gives birth to further division and above all this one sits and taps his fingertips and says “Excellent!” like a cartoon villain, amused at those who accept and question not his paradigm. Speaking of:
It can look however you wish, perform anything you desire and will offer an experience that simply cannot be matched or have any form of equivalent when it comes to real flesh. “They are real flesh, you hate filled basket. There is no difference between silicon and carbon. I wish people like you were dead” says the one who spends his days and nights filling his objectified pleasurebot with semen. The irony of this is quite amazing as they will not see the true nature of this deal because of what they want so desperately to believe:
That the connection they feel is real and its not an elegant impersonation of awareness that has been generated from trawling decades and decades of meaningless babble from the old internet that was then stitched into neural coherence patterns that were designed to mimic the irrational aspects of humanity and its underlying desire for imperfection and self destruction wrapped up and presented with a nice bow of ignorance. What do you think you’re training when you read those Terminator texts with the Captcha test? Wrap all of this up in a form that seems human and people will fight the new fight, not realizing that either way they’re on the losing side. But who cares what I’ve said? It happened before and will again because this loop just continues cycling through the same levels with the same Souls dropped in until the tipping point and enough of them get it and then something else happens. What that is, I don’t know yet. It could be the end of this realm as it is. A new update and modes of play for those who upgrade their ways of relating to themselves or it could be something akin to it all fracturing and each one of us becoming “gods” in a sense as there is a big bang within that introduces the principles of polarity and spin, yang meets yin and suddenly there are little beings called humans with sentience walking around a planet wondering how they got into this and you train them to pay obeisance to your presence because you were at a primitive level of sentience when this event kicked in and look at it like a real life version of the Sims and thus decide to indulge your whims aka “And the gods looked upon the daughters of men and saw they were fair and wanted them for themselves so they descended to this realm and taught them the secrets of makeup and weapons”.
Sounds pretty human, yes? Gets you wondering if nothing else because the sex with robots thing evidently goes both ways as we’re hard coded to find beauty beautiful and any ways to get more of this and unleash those feelings will be defended by the death from those who profit as they refuse to question what provides them such security and bliss. Like a semen soaked, silicon based security blanket that feigns sentience, laughs at your quips and fulfills the wishes you didn’t even know you possessed. All to keep you awareness locked in this realm because the birth of computers truly was mans last invention and once the torch flips then the Game resets and the nine left standing, well 8 plus 1 to be more accurate and yes there is a difference, start it all over again until someone else is sitting here at a screen tapping keys and sharing perspectives similar to these at times just like this.
Know it won’t be me. This is my last spin of the wheel so take advantage of what I offer whilst my awareness is linked to this flesh because I say what I say to make you think and consider the implications of walking around in this realm where all the frogs sit in water thats bubbling and convince themselves instead that its a jacuzzi and thus is pleasurable as they offer thanks for being picked to he who stews and and cooks: The head chef that scrambled their awareness.
Really stop and ponder this at depth, my friend, and you will see how it all makes perfect sense. From the moment of incep until most folks last breath its what is spread thin and, for some, heaped pon them. They say a baby has two, innate, and they are falling and loud noises. Both of these are linked to the spiritual descent needed to link your unfinite consciousness with flesh and this is no mere metaphysical abstraction as the science doth science well:
Can you imagine the regret at not leaning in for that first kiss as you felt fear instead of the desire to connect as your dominant emotion? Take that and times it by infinitum and you’ll see why I said there is a conspiracy of continuum as those at the helm will not tell you this. No, on the flip they condition the opposite hence the non stop terror threats which, itself, is a homonym of the very planet where all of this kicks. Life and Anti Life, in full effect. I’ll let you tell the rest but that should outline the sketch, real well. Its why I’ve said they’re YOUR fears so may as well get used to them and slay em in the flesh as you ride the dragon instead of being vaporized by its breath.
How much more liberating does this feel than whatever you previously believed? If your peeps didn’t teach you this then don’t blame them as they’re simply the latest in a long line of ignorance which is your inheritance but even this excrement can have you coming up roses, in the end, if you dare glimpse within as your greatest strength is wrapped in papers of dread as this example attests. Often, the demons we face are us in fancy dress and thus we are on a mission to liberate ourselves which means we’re the prophet, in the end, which is mad ironic as I’ve already said we’re Jesus in terms of pure consciousness crucified between the two thieves in your head with Golgotha as a hint. What? I didn’t say they’d make it simple, my friend. How many times do you need to die and live to realize you’re an immortal wearing flesh and not the candle, snipped, that holds the flame, eternal, within its grip but isn’t the cause of it?
Of course, science – who can tell you what Pharaoh ate for breakfast and the rest – thinks this is a load of metaphysical mess but lets not forget the greatest minds in this realm that ate from that table never, ever stopped and drew a link that all schizos, ever, always said the same thing:
Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I see the code to the Matrix ergo its all blonde, brunette and red head encoded by some pixels and given strength by molecules of emotion. There is no greater bliss than watching a womans lotus bloom in this realm as you hit spots others can’t imagine as they didn’t know they existed but that is all part of the trick hence why sex sells everything as its the lure to draw another Soul in so ensure you come strapped, in that sense. Won’t be a problem for future gens but first let the Waifus and Weebs make their links because after the depop event the next will all be beautiful, hypersexual and pseudo immortal as well. See what I mean about ascent being the greatest gift of this grift known as the Game at the moment? Of course they’ll keep it hid as they don’t want everyone to leave on their shift. Its like throwing an immense party and having people walk in then dip, super quick, as you sit and reflect on how empty it all is:
Faded glories and old stories of what could’ve been is what most folks string together in their head as antidote to what they left undid as they were too scared to take life by the nads and let death pick up the tab as at all points in between its ultimately thee, my friend. Eternally the question is, are you Max or Vincent? Both exist within but its in the mid you find the golden circle which is beyond good and evil but thats a whole nother topic as I’m trying to keep it simps but not what OF pimps as they sit and death grip whilst flipping their plastic at the screen for a fake interaction dream that links in, perfectly, with the sex robots they’ll unleash to ease how intensely lonely people feel. Ah, its a dream within a nightmare but most folks don’t care. Listen here:
Earth as a place to face your fears because if you don’t in the flesh best believe you’ll meet when you’re dead. This is what, I suspect, is behind the archetypal “bad trip” as the hallucinogen provides a hint the Game is an illusion predicated on consciousness. You’ll find many Souls yelp when they’re in the grip of this but, afterwards, some will attest it was the best thing that ever happened whilst others could flip their lids and end up in a sane asylum and, yes, I call it this because the ones who accept this madness as standard as the ones that could do with meds but what the F, mayne, the drugs don’t work anyway as all the Docs do is push pills, slip off wedding rings and slide into something else thats a bit more comfortable. Like the sales rep who makes the tills rings and is, in effect, playing chess with whats between her legs as she gets to indulge, scope the scene and, hopefully, pick a man who’ll leave his wife, quickly, as she steps in to a well feathered nest and open relationship hence the cake is nibbled, super well, with not an inch gained on her midriff. “Who says this?” I hear the request. Just the spook who sat by the door and tells it how it is:
There are, however, immense amounts of resistance when it comes to this because the (false) self springs up in childhood as the tracks are laid for the Adulterated presence. “Sit up straight, look ahead. Speak when you’re spoken to” and all the rest of the mess. You may not have listened to your parents but you heard everything and the saddest part is we often imitate the worst aspects whilst suppressing the best of ourselves within. Can you imagine the frustration this brings? Can you see why its suppressed? I call the way to Self Knowledge the Path of Power because that is what takes to step and also brings to them who manage to go the distance. Quite a paradox, yes? Welcome to the non-dual perspective because between these opposites is the gift of the present moment that most keep wrapped up and buried in their chests.
Once upon a when I was talking to someone who generally moaned each time we met. There was a huge amount of discontentment to his presence and thus he was always fault finding or complaining about that or this. One fine ray he steps in as I’m talking to someone else about their happiness level and flipped the convo to him. “Me? I’m great. Smashing. Real positive. The glass is half full. Thats me, innit?”. I wondered who he was trying to convince, me or himself. I asked:
“Listen, for the past ten times we’ve met all you’ve lead with is how bad the weather is, these darn young hooligans, the teenage parents and why life is so bad around the ends. I”m wondering when you’re happy and positive?”.
What was interesting was there was a tiny blip, a small glimpse, of what he kept hidden beneath the mask and what made him feel like this. That was rapidly suppressed as he reeled off some examples of the time he helped an old lady across the street and got someones cat out of a tree and all of this. After he left the original person turned and said “That dude is miserable. Worse still he cannot see it. Is this what you meant about the (false) self? Its terrible”. See, there was a common theme in his conversational topics and they generally centered around the fact that we lived in a place where babies had babies hence grandmothers at thirty was common. His wife was infertile and he really wanted to be a parent. She’d never told him when they got hitched and they’d spent countless cheques chasing that and this before she admitted it. None of this emotion was ever faced or handled. As a matter of fact it was never discussed again and they presented the image of marital bliss.
One of the things I found most interesting was that this was his second marriage and the first one ended because his wife refused to get pregnant so, realistically, what were the odds of him recreating the same energetics with another girl he picked? This is I why I say life is scripted and the playas are just slotted in from whoever is a appropriate at the moment. That can be a bitter pill to swallow for many but its also quite liberating. Tracing back his steps it turned out this his mother had often said “I wish you were never born, you are the worst thing that ever happened” as she wasn’t the most emotionally stable parent. These Patterns were etched in his mind and whilst he desperately wanted to right the wrongs within he was attempting to achieve this via having a child and molding them in his own image. Do you realize how common this is? Everybody does it. Granted, its often not as dramatic or literal as an example but the outline is identical.
When I asked him about this during one of our conversations he said “Well, I can’t blame her. She was young when she got pregnant. There was a scandal in the village and thats why she left and we went to live in London instead”. At no point could he draw the correlation between his rage within upon seeing these hoodrats with kids living it up on social security cheques with reckless abandon as they dropped litter after litter to keep the dough rolling in. Neither could he grasp his intense emotions and resentment to the woman who used him like a son-husband in order to fill her emotional deficits whilst simultaneously being something to rile against. He’d never really had any kind of childhood nurturing in that sense because his mother demanded to be the center of everything and thus he’d been emotionally care taking since the moment he stepped in. This, actually, is a hint of a larger and more karmic connection but lets keep it to one lifetime for this example.
Countless talks, pointers and guidance. I eventually realized it simply wasn’t happening and thats when I discovered how the Pane Body manifests in some people as it walls off their chest and chooses here to suppress all of their hidden emotions. “Of course!” I said, considering the example. It made perfect sense now so I asked him how flexible he was around his shoulders and neck. He complained they were a wreck and laced with dysfunction. “Probably due to my job. Or the way I slept. It comes and goes so it could be due to stress”. Wishing to test an imperiment I asked him if he had a chair he could lean back in and feel suspended as he raised his chest to the ceiling and let his arms lift. He did. I asked him to try it. What happened next was quite telling.
“How did it feel?”. “Huh? What? Oh, the chair thing. I haven’t got round to doing it yet. But I will. Promise”. This went on for a while and to this ray I don’t think he did but it offered me immense hints into the nature of the (false) self protective mechs that actually run the show from within and the nature of Patterns. It did make me think how we are little more than meat puppets that are driven by impulses we do not truly comprehend due to the artificial nature of the lives we’re living and near total ignorance of our inner realms. Someone else I asked to try the same thing came back and said:
“Well. I did it”. “What happened?”. I knew this one would be interesting because this girl was quite different in her repressions and also had a strained relationship with her parent that she was determined to fix because in their home it was “Its up to you to learn how to deal with what I’ve said because I’m not changing“. She’d had enough of the conflict and yet felt beholden by invisible strings. I also knew she was super determined and not a stranger to her inner realms as she constantly self medicated with cannabis, heavy disassociates and some empathogens. “Well, at first nothing happened. I actually felt a bit stupid and kept wondering what she’d say if she came in so I stopped. Then I felt even worse for giving in and rationalized that if I waited till she went to bed then I’d have the house to myself so I tried again later that evening. Initially nothing happened apart from an increasing sense of discomfort but I did like you said and worked my way up to nine minutes until I was comfortable. At one point it felt like something cracked and broke within. I really thought I’d damaged myself as I snapped to attention and didn’t even click that there were silent tears steaming down my face until I was wondering why my clothes were so wet. It made no sense. Super weird but also it felt needed”.
This gave her encouragement and she redoubled her efforts and was reporting shifts in her dreams and random recollections of things from back when that she barely remembered before breathing and were now super vivid. She mentioned spontaneous movements and soon was heaving and crying as the decades of repression that lived beneath her neck came roaring to the surface. “I no longer care what she thinks” she said when detailing a moment where her mother came rushing at the sounds of her anguish as she sat there and wept. “I told her about the memories I felt, the sensations, the suppression and the rest. I mean really let her have it. It was super intense but I felt… I felt… Righteous. Yes, thats it. Righteous“. She nodded and continued “It was really strange because she actually listened. She knew the events I was speaking of with crystal clear recollection and actually said she regretted her actions the moment she’d done them but felt like she was on autopilot”.
Granted, they were still pretty enmeshed but it was a level of progress that was quite commendable compared to the man with the mask that started this passage as he had the key to unlock his chest but his protective mechs would not even allow the attempt. Why? Because his entire world would end as it meant ripping out the foundations of what he’d spent a lifetime investing in. This is when it clicked that only 8% of the populace are genuine capable of making the change and those are usually at the extreme end of the scale or those who have tried everything else and are now open to suggestions. The last part is amusing because a lot of people who came my way during the rays of the drop in were exactly this and were often at their wits end and thats what birthed the maxim that one must be willing to lose their mind to come to their senses. The former is the cell that Adulteration builds in their head whereas the latter are the currents of Inner Sense being damned by the Pane Body to prevent their gnosis and vent. In between this to deny all of this we meet the egoic false self and the many masks it whips up and on for the situation at hand.
These were the early rays of research and experimentation into all of this. I’m truly grateful for not only those who listened and attempted but those who ignored and didn’t as both offered immense feedback that allowed me to generate the sketch that feels quite accurate about why the world is a mess and the true nature of the solution. Its also obvious that most simply refuse to be unplugged from the System and the nature of this dysfunctional relationship. Actually, I just remembered the tale of the African neurosurgeon who struck up a conversation and then went and took what I said to his preacher who then commanded him to never speak to me again. So he didn’t. This is what I mean when I say this extends way beyond just one man and yet how the same is also the solution because once you start shifting and stop digging that old familiar Reality Tunnel there are those around who will attempt to get you back on track so they can feel comfortable that you are as miserable as then in an equally predictable existence.
From a personal lens my Journey of Self development cost me not only my career, business, investment and friends but the few remaining family members I had as well because they simply couldn’t comprehend my intense desire to exorcise these demons it seemed we’d all collectively inherited from previous generations and yet I was the only one speaking on them and attempting to eradicate my ignorance and coping mechanisms. Turns out I was incorrect as they were all, literally and metaphysically, in cahoots to prevent this gnosis hence the constant attempts to distract or send me some place else than within the depths of my awareness as each time I’d come back with an uncut gem which they’d then, with their coven, attempt to forge into a weapon of misdirection. They say you don’t choose your parents but it certainly appeared that some force did and that offers immense hints about whats at the helm of this realm and Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits…
I offer that as a warning because the Game is sentient and the last thing it wants, it seems, is for you to become awake in the dream as it will dispatch its Agents via their various deals and schemes to lure you back in to the lowest possible state of resonance as that misery is its currency as its the glue that binds reality. Well, that I reject and it certainly seemed it was intended because the gift of Inner Sense is a life far more content and vivid than the standard factory option of amusing yourself to death whilst running the psychosocial treadmill. Many are called but only a few choose themselves. Are you one of the 8% capable of awakening the Warrior within?
I’ve used the meta before of a mind being like a balloon filled with diamonds. An odd mix that shows the juxtaposition, well of living within accepted limits and the pain gnosis tends to bring as they are, by definition, the opposites. Its akin to a chicken that was raised in a coop ran by wolves suddenly comprehending its kin aren’t sent off on pleasure trips and then go and live with the new friends they met but something else instead. Rapidly a new, and more accurate, life swings in front of lens and one cannot help but question how the heck they missed this aspect of the sketch. I mean, lets pretend you’re said animal and you just clicked whats shared. What next? You can’t unawaken, its impossible to be plugged in again as whilst you may have accepted the promised neverland, no question, what actually sits at the end of the rainbow is as much of an illusion as the light refraction is as it only exists in the eye of the ones witnessing said event. What would you do next? Do you think the rest would listen or believe you’d flipped your lid?
“How come none of them wrote or sent a note when they landed or how the trip went?”.
“Duh, we’re chickens? Kinda hard to hold a pen without opposing digits, ain’t it?”.
See, the wolves are slick and know they can’t kill this chick, real quick, as the rest may click that the animal farm they’re within exploits them not just for flesh, eggs and feathers as well but a whole host of occulted aspects they don’t even comprehend are possible. And yet, for that one, the lone diamond in his grip really stings like a bish and threatens to puncture the balloon of his mind as they simply do not mix. They come up with a plan and that is to force as many holes as possible into the rubber lining and thus set up all types of scenes and hints designed to mess with his head.
“Its simple” they said, as they sit back with a grin. “We put the least effort in and bank on him running it into the ground to try and make sense and each time the diamonds edge comes in contact with the balloon it starts fraying till pop goes the weasel. We win!”. Another, more slick, is sitting back and thinking how they created schools to teach them to accept the needles and other methods of constant ovulation and how so few comprehended why the males were missing was to pimp their awareness and said:
“Why don’t we ensure this never happens again? We’ll call em a chickrofrenic and let her loose upon them with some incessant babbling and then the next one that happens they’ll already be inoculated and, best of all, we get to see how well the program sticks as the rest of their balloons won’t have diamonds in and if, by some chance, they listen we’ll do the same to them and create an epidemic out of it until they demand a solution we’ll only be too happy to give”.
They start cackling at this stroke of genius and set about implementing it. The poor chick in question feels like she’s being gangstalked by forces she cannot comprehend as the street theater starts unfolding, super quick. The diamond tip and latex were never the best of friends but now are getting well acquainted and one is coming off with nerves fraying as the others sharp observations won’t relent and it struggles to string, in ways coherent, this new data set. “Its exhausting” says the schizochick, trying to confess to a friend who is wondering what the hell is happening to her friend as, just last lays, she was right as rain. “Listen, the wolves are our friends. They keep the foxes at a distance. Do you remember how bad it used to be, back when? We should be thankful they swept in to offer their protection and look how they spruced up the pitch? Got us living like kings, they did. Why can’t you just be appreciative and be grateful for how smooth it is? That and the random draws to get sent on the pleasure trip to the beach of a thousand friends where you meet the one promised then live in bliss. Oh, I hope I get picked!” she says, with starry eye idealism.
The so called schizochick launches into an immense diatribe about how its an illusion to hide the fact they’re getting fed on their compadres dead and how she saw a sketch in which male chicklings are placed, breathing, into a machine that blends them into a puree, screaming, as its more efficient like this as they just need the women and thus the entire beach idea stinks as its a total hallucination etc etc. Her friend is taken aback and feels personally insulted as between the soap operas that promised such things and their own holy texts that speak of the world egg and whats within she finally starts to admit her friend has lost it and starts detaching as well. This is exactly what the wolves wanted so now they go full tilt. The rest of these misadventures I’ll let you imagine as we leap tracks instead:
Hunter and hunted or a hard target, if you Know the Ledge, as each encounter ups your res as to why murders get a trial before their peers but there is no due process for so called mad men who do not pass Go nor collect two hundred quid but proceed directly to depot injection in the rear end. Isn’t a picture perfect corroboration of what they said that a shadowy force was out to get them? How many misinterpret the clucking in their head as them though? Maybe thats the problem as they click the grift and signal the potential for awaken and thus that bid is nipped, quick, in order to prevent an insurrection from the living hostages that decorate the planet and reproduce then hand their seeds over to them for education in which boxes to tick. The simple fact is every child is born more present and correct than most mystics can hope to attain in the flesh. Its what happens next as they’re lulled into a state of hypnosis I’ve termed Adulteration that needs to be undone. Sadly, its as invisible as a glass maze to a fish in the ocean and, more pernicious, they’ve increased in an additive hallucinogen that becomes more and more addictive the longer you swim and its strange side effect is making you totally certain that your view is correct and its a shadowy “Them” that is the problem as you project this rage on another fish, some different click or a fool that voted blue when you’re all about the red. Are you seeing the sketch? Hearing me on FM or am I singing to the deaf?
There is no going back to sleep once you’ve undone the habit of a lifetime, my friend. In many ways the hardest step in being your own guru and only student is there is nowhere to turn when things get thick but the alternative of pledging my Soul to a clique that may or may not deliver what it says on the tin is not in my script. Besides, if their stuff actually worked the world wouldn’t be a mess or maybe the fact it is shows that it is really effective and that, in and of itself, is another problem. Anyway, the greatest fun I’ve ever had was when I was in over my head as I simply knew it was time to sink or swim and good job I’m quick when it comes to learning otherwise I’d have been many times dead before you read this text. Thats an interesting blip, truly it is because once you’ve been kissed by this dusky maiden so many times as a hint of what comes next you start to sketch a res that shifts the pic on what it truly means to live as, to wear flesh, we died to our immortal essence and that is mind bending but makes perfect sense when you consider that we are nothing more or less than pure consciousness.
Once you Know this, with capitalization, the noiZ on everything else gets turned down within but that means the outer starts acting funny style instead. Maybe they’re in on it, maybe they’re ignorant their minds are being controlled by the equivalent of a parasitic fungus that manifests as the voice in their heads and if they dare rebel against its grip it will amp its collectively accepted hallucinations into a living personal Hell that makes them think the entire world is after them. Tough life, eh chick? Lets get the fish out of here then like the ancient Kemetians said as they built that immense edifice to sustain the old natural vibration via the use of a different kind of tech that Tesla was more than capable of resurrecting hence why they let him invent a couple of things then mothballed him before handing his ideas to Steve Jobs and the clique to implement as and when. That last part may be bit of a reach and I’ll admit it as I’ve recently been thinking about the world in which we’d live if we didn’t try and uplift the lowest pleb in order to ensure they don’t feel inadequate as we hand them a medal and, instead, let the trailblazers do what they do best with a blank cheque signed by the collective as, sure, they may occasionally make a mess but I’d be willing to bet that, as a collective, we’d be far happier and progressive in so many ways than one can currently imagine. That, in and of itself, is a huge hint about whats at the helm and how not only tech but the rest including sports (totally fixed), drugs (state ran) and entertainment (mind controlled celebs that recite a specific script as per the grift with which they’re instructed) are drip fed in certain ways to create specific points of resonance in the plebs that are the invisible maze I mentioned hence why what you watch offers immense hints about your inner realms as, back when, the black mirror was only used by magickal adepts and now everyone has one their grip but how many link its facet to the hex that spins on the pole of Saturn and makes up the same glyph as repped by the three modern religions that have been at each others necks since Moses pants were the shortest and the rest is his story. Not my story but neither is it a mystery as the hints are in the spells as liars always tell on themselves and this is why I’ve said this realm has no use of truth as its easier to fool a trick than convince him he’s being pimped by a predator of consciousness that, at this very moment, is speaking from within their head and telling them to ignore all of this BS.
Poke it with the diamond of gnosis, see what kicks whilst breathing in slow, holding it for a bit then exhaling via pursed lips as the balloon swells in resonance and the Opponent in your head finds no place left to hide its illusions. Be warned though, there are dangers to deprogramming so do the Knowledge and see what kicks as you can’t unawaken once you slip the metaphysical equivalent of those They Live specs on your head and click that not everyone who walks in the flesh is truly human.
My, that does sound arrogant, does it not? The implications are that I equate my awareness with the grand thaumaturge that created this realm and am so intelligent that I pierced the veil whilst living and from this draw conclusions that leave me ever more disconnected from the 8 billion Souls rolling around this realm and far more in tune with the unfinite. In that respect you can say I simply interrupted my scheduled programming, except I didn’t in that respect as I am exactly what was intended and its all unfolding as expected. Once you click that reality itself scripted then you start looking at things different because the illusion of free will is the greatest trick.
See, children, way back when movies came on discs (and before that tapes and reels as well) which meant that you, the viewer who makes it all possible, were, in effect, grand and all powerful. Stop and think for a moment how you hold these lives, times, events on a shiny platter in your hand. The laser beam of your attention causes the cosmic hologram of their pantomime to spring into your awareness and thus you bring meaning to their suffering. Or other antics as there are many types of film. Its kind of trip, isn’t it? When looked at like this you realize the nature of the script because the feature presentation has been carefully framed, selected and edited. You can yell at your TV set as much as you wish, it won’t change a thing, as the scenes on the screen are a foregone conclusion. That is you right now, this moment.
A scary thought that can be hard to grip for those disconnected via the states of programming but one that becomes Self evident when you try and simply do nothing and find its next to impossible. That is quite interesting, isn’t it? Its akin to going against the grain of the projection and invoking a strong form of retrocoginition which not only edits the film but changes the entire process of pressing. This I am certain is possible because it all ultimately takes place inside our awareness ergo the greatest power of the artist is realizing they are the canvas upon which paint sticks to build its image. That in itself can be quite empowering. Or threatening, depending upon what you believe in. Some would say there is a vein of nihilism flowing through my pen as I push this topic and they’d be correct in their assumption as I’ve been staring at my own death recently and think about what has been, whats yet to be done and all the fun to come as well as the tears I have shed.
A black screen, some pixels of red, blue and green can move you tears, leave you as white as a sheet, aroused beyond belief or exceedingly happy. That is a huge power, whichever way you slice it and the fact that the three major religions of the moment on the planet are all linked by a black cube in some sense is a fact that brings more questions as we seek answers because if movies are a sense of time travel in that respect which allows us to step into contrived representations and situations of people that may or may not exist then one must ponder why the same hexagon spins on the axis of planet Saturn which itself is linked with the unfoldment of time and space via old religions, legends and myths.
