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One of the things I really dig about Buddha was he clicked, pretty quick, that one creates the Path by walking and not reciting anothers script. What do I mean by this? Check it:

Every single person that steps into this realm has their own frequency, vibration and resonance. Heck, even identical twins fingerprints which really says it all, yes? You have heard me refer to the internal OS and its one of those things the System loves to drench in the rote repetition of boredom to make you a square watermelon. The same blueprint is used by religion, clothes off the peg and pretty much anything else you can mention in this realm at present. The AI “revolution” is this times ten as we get copies without originals and riffs on what kicks but never, ever anything truly fresh. Its artificial creativity in much the same way that steroids and fat burners may give you packs, six, and huge pectoral muscles but is it really real? I guess so in a world filled with pretend but the difference is will you, after the flex, retain that old man strength of legend or a whole load of new problems? Time will tell…

When everyone is doing the same thing and the results aren’t matching with what they’re selling its time to think different. Now, don’t get your non binary panties twisted and yell that I’m being heretic or dissing religion because if that works for you then cool. The standard script ain’t for me hence why I was born hacking tech then took that to software and the rest before moving onto reality itself and, to my surprise, I discovered a link between the lot as we’re wearing the first thing and whats in our heads defines the next bit and, together, they create what we Thunk is solid. But isn’t. Not one bit. This Game is akin to a dream within a dream powered by an amazing machine that takes the consciousness of a god and flip twists it into believing its “Only Human”. If that isn’t quite the accomplishment I don’t know what is. Problem is that the habit of a lifetime tends to stick and if you come to the exit, after ditching your turtle shell, and are asked to pick between a familiar hard skin and an iridescent feather, shining, then which do you grip? Think carefully, my friend, as one option brings you back for another spin whilst the other is the only way to liberation. As far as I can tell. Thats whats so dope about my concept as, when push comes to shove, you’ll have a fragment of the Knowledge present within (whether or not you did it whilst living) and may make smarter decisions. That said, second hand enlightenment is as much use as a horny man on an island of lesbians which is why I stress one should reality test in the flesh as the best thing about this realm is its so slowed down in comparison to the speed of thought decisions in the mental plane where you can, if you wish, ascend or be plugged back in.

This is what I think Buddha clicked as his texts are quite close to the mindset of the Egyptians which was all about dying and not coming back again as they things were about to get thick hence why they encoded such advanced infotech into the designs that they left that we, simple minded plebs, think were mere monuments to house the dead. Like, duh? How come no one, ever, talks about the fact that there were no burn marks within the structures that you’d expect from lanterns and flaming sticks dipped in goose fat? Did they build in darkness? Do the Knowledge, my friend, and you may just comprehend we are a fallen people are Thunk they’re far ahead but, in reality, we’re way behind in the specs hence why there is a reverse Idiocracy Effect in which you could take a current genius and place him in the midst of common then and they’d look at him like a simpleton who knows not his temple of the flesh from a donkeys rear end… There’s levels to this.

I, personally, believe they harnessed natural electric from the elements and that Tesla thought the same thing at Wardenclyffe. This they did as a way of keeping the vibes correct across the planet, hence why others did the same, in sync, and why the Pharaohs veins contained the finest of sniff that doesn’t grow where they live. Life on this planet was once so different that our past is beyond the current high tech but if Tesla had been greeted with a blank cheque and not threats to keep quiet, or else, our world would be so different.

Thats my way or the high way Thunking, in full effect. If you want to make the opposite of friends, try and change something as then you’ll spot, real quick, the invisible web of influence spun around this realm and the iron fist draped in silk that hides behind the curtain of what the masses accept via the Tell Lie Vision Set. Did you know that last spell reps a donkey god from Kemet that was associated with chaos, deception and death? Makes you look at “programming” with a whole nother lens, yes? What you watch and what it says speaks volumes to those with the ears to listen and do the Knowledge because anyone who hasn’t clicked that art tells true lies needs their head examined as they gleefully accept some old school white men (with sun block factor ten million) cracked the whip and had slaves pushing bricks to build the whole thing in twenty years by laying one block every five minutes, Twenty Four/Seven, with each chunk weighing in at two tons as well. Does that not seem a little off? Like, mildly imposs and quite improb? It does to my lens. Especially when you consider that one man whipped up Coral Castle with a chisel and tools of rudiment but with one secret ingredient:

He made those blocks float like helium by singing to them! When asked what kicked he said:

“Its not difficult if you know how”.

There it is. Here was a man who obviously picked the “No Way” (aka the Path within that you create by walking) and its why I mentioned him as its all interlinked. By the way, did you know the Ark of the Covenant matches the size of the “sarcophagus” in the Pyramid, to the inch, and it was built on a spec to safely contain electric? Makes sense why they’d be chased if they nicked the illumination and it explains why “god” tazed those who came too close and didn’t wear protection… And yet, is not electric the deity of preference in this current spin as it powers everything and towers above men whilst those in charge of this make sure they send the bill so you run the treadmill? See what I mean about it all being interlinked and how if you pull one loose end the whole thing starts to unravel? Whoopsies!

This is what I mean about a total lack of logic as the People of the Book all detest idolatry, on spec, and yet built the above which is a strange thing but not as odd as the Bible saying astrology is wicked but the whole text is jam packed with stellar references like Jesus, repping the fish (Pisces) saying “I’ll write my name on the next playa in the Game when he enters the water way so keep it fresh!” which links to Aquarius and lets not forget about the Virgin being Virgo who holds, wouldn’t you know it, some wheat as well… Reality is a really, really strange thing when seen from my lens but I’ll let you tell it.

Buddha clicked that people were singing lyrics to a song but the beat had shifted. In an inverse flip of this, listen:

Probably the single greatest use of AI, as far as I can tell but it shows you how things do move and thus the script needs to be updated to stay in sync. In that case it makes pretty much most of my content mad ironic as the shift to silicon wings for gods with amnesiac effects is inevitable as thats the next stage of the Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits hence now is the perfect moment to make the prep for exodus as the veils are thin and one can drop the baggage and claim enlightenment in one existence hence, do the Knowledge, my friend. I guess its all interlinked in the end which makes perfect sense if the fractal of this realm is a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness which, to many, probably makes as much sense as a monkey playing an accordion whilst riding a unicycle as they’re too busy swimming in seas, poisoned, whilst pretending not to see the glass maze therein… Like I said, levels. In Daoist philosophy they say:

“He who does nothing leaves nothing undone”.

Wrap your dome around this one and you’ll see it speaks on air and opportunity not kicking back and watching TV waiting for a superhero to sweep in and save everything. It means one uses their time in the best way to make the prep for the step when their talent shines and the rest falls into alignment aka making the Path by walking. Are you hearing or am I am talking to the deaf with a poetical lilt thrown in to keep it interesting? Listen, I’ll say it like this:

None of that old stuff worked. If you play by the rules you’ll never create anything fresh as thats the Thunk principle rearranging chunks of bricks inside your intellect whereas only he who truly thinks looks and ponders “Why?” followed by “Why not?”. Be Tesla, my friend. Not Steve Jobs with his “Jesus… Gandhi… ME!” bit when everyone knows Woz did the biz. Even the man himself so he gets a pass on this bit but not on screwing his old friend who actually built the tech as I always found it odd that people can rationalize this mindset with a cheery “Its just business, not personal” when everything in this realm is a relationship. The most important one is that with Self as then it clicks that the outer simply reflects the in so which part of you aren’t you dealing with correct?

With that said, this world is not made for the true creative as Van Goghs life and death attest because its all about the Shekels in your grip as its the pimp mindset that runs this bish! You can either bend over and accept or stand tall and have them thangs at your neck. Your decision. People always Thunk he who doesn’t goose step with the Fuhrers commandments is incorrect but how many click that Hitlers tricks are no different to the rest except they’re alive and control the press? You don’t think his living narrative among his peeps was different? For ref check how people really felt about Gaddafi and not whats said on the web and you’ll see they rue and reflect what kicked as their electric bill, which was next to nil, leapt along with all kinds of expense not to mention that they used to have the highest GDP, literacy, life expectancy and gender equality on the continent. “Thanks for the liberation!” they said as CNN filmed. Then they wept. Same script with how the EEC looted trillions from those filthy Indians that Churchill killed by the millions but you don’t see anyone complaining or mentioning this. Then take that number and times it by thirty, at least, and you’ll see those fine silk sheets upon which your queen or king sleeps actually seep the blood of innocents that no one ever mentions which is the same as the little Chinese kids that built all the tech you use at this instance for a pittance not to mention the fast fashion you’re wearing…

Tricknology, my friend. He who lives to push the pen to force a perspective and, more importantly, controls what the press says how it is which is why watching the news is bad for your health so make your own opinions instead of sitting like a chick, with beak open, waiting for the handful of corporations to puke their mindset in to your head which you accept, verbatim.

Think different. Create the Path by walking. Flex your neuroplastic muscles and maybe, just maybe, you could change your mind and keep it as it comes down to feathers and turtle shells in the end…

Till we meet again

The most amazing thing about money is not that it solves a lot of problems but the fact that its technically worthless as its printed out of thin air with nothing but the belief and imagination of nations to give it strength. That really is quite a magic trick, if you think about it. And yet, if everyone believes the same lie it becomes authentic. A fascinating perspective and one that can be to your advantage if you decide to look at other things via the same lens because one of the most interesting things about the Slave/Masters is they have a handful of tricks that they keep using again and again. They are as old as they are effective because nobody believes they’d fall for something so vintage hence they never see it coming. Second, because they’ve already ensnared the previous generation, the new jacks come up familiar with the concept. Add in the school System which is designed to stop critical thinking and you have a perfect way of ensuring the deception never unravels until they decide its time to drop the curtain as the fat lady warbles. You’ll hear those notes in your lifetime. Remember this rhyme when you do and the next spin may be different as you won’t just blindly accept their suggestions as they say “Well, seeing as you did everything via contactless and chipped pins why not try this new thing where you can’t even shoplift and theft in general drops to nil?”.

People will ooh and ahh, in extremis, at this new novel feature presentation where folks walk into a store, it knows who they are and it automatically debits whatever they’re taking. Think of it as next level self service because it means nothing will ever close and way less staff will be needed. On top of that everything you buy will be RFID tagged which they’ll say will ease recycling and so many other nice things. All it takes is a chip in your head. Thing is you’ve already been trained to accept this. Why do you think “Siri” is “Iris” when flipped? The new old apple of your eye is just waiting to slide in. Can you imagine it? An always on net where you search via your ment so the silicon bridge is within. Its like there is a party and the entire human race is invited to link in. Obviously it will be done in increments but this is the end Game which brings in a new wave of creation where people become digital Slaves to a new way of doing things as their Mind Made Prison becomes much more intricate but a cell is a cell is a cell. Let me tell you how its going to be:

The world will be caught in a huge net. One from which you cannot disconnect as babies will be augmented after conception. They will, of course, look back on our era as we do cavemen. The population will be hugely decreased due to various things like infertility, natural disasters and food shortages in the interim. This silicon heaven will be built upon the bones of a whole load of carbon suffering as techno sapiens rises like a digital phoenix from the ashes of the primitive. Diseases, ill health and all types of sickness will be nigh on eradicated because the nanos will do their thing and, via continual monitoring, will release whatever is needed, as and when, in order to ensure people stay radiant. One of the best side effects will be telomere limit problem will be fixed so that aging will be slowed to crawl during the new order of the ages. Isn’t it interesting how humanities future and past seem interlinked and what we thought of as ridiculous legends of primitive people that said their ancestors lived for hundreds, if not thousands of years, in a blink are actually based on a type of tech that seems like magic till it hits? It certainly has my attention as tomorrow people may well be the past and that mens my hypothesis about this being a huge Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits seems quite accurate, yes? We just happened to manifest on one of the strangest levels because we get to Witness the death of the old and the birth of the new. Anyone born into the loop, elsewhen, may find such concepts ridiculous but we’ll get the worst of both worlds. Isn’t that something?

None of this, as you may have guessed, is organic because a group of people are making it happen and, as usual, they’ll have their hand on the control switch. If Timmy in Sector Six B needs some pills and potions to keep ticking on his subscription but has been a bit of bad boy with his social credit then watch that drone fly right past him as he offlines. “Let that be a lesson to the rest of ye” says the man behind the curtain.

I was raised in an environment filled with criminals where the pecking order was evident as well as the way of doing things. I say that to say this:

The same type of mindset is at the helm but the scales of time involved are immense. A lot of useful idiots assist them, much like the street level enforcers for the brains of the operations criminal, but, at the end, there can only be one king. The rest just serve a purpose for some dividends and loads of manipulation to make them think they’re important. It certainly seems these folk have a problem with me. Why? Because I can see through their tricks and want to help give the rest of you better options. I mean, you’ve got to admit, the idea of continually reincarnating into different versions of yourself sounds like a slice of hell, doesn’t it? And yet, with the whole mindwipe thing, how the hell could you tell? Actually, you can. Say hello to the DVP. Like I said, I’m a major threat because I remind you of the things you were made to forget. Psylense the noiZ and you’ll comprehend the true nature of this realm as well as who you are in and beyond the flesh.

But, for most, this type of thinking is way above their pay grade. The voice in their heads they Thunk is them won’t even let them ponder more than two finger lengths in front of their nostrils as they dig their socially mandated Reality Tunnel without ever stopping to question the reason why so much of life is suffering. Maybe the fact that its generally spread thin and sandwiched between as many bready circuses as they can handle allows them afford a better class of distraction. Or maybe they just don’t care as long as they can get it in? Who knows. I don’t because I most certainly am not on their wavelength. Are you? 81% of the world are and would nod their head because the alternative has never been contemplated as they possess no Knowledge of Self.

Money solves a lot of problems. Yet so few people ask themselves who created them and who profits. Could it be the same ones doing all the printing?

Till we meet again

One of the best ways to describe the key difference between a Warrior and a Slave is the relation of their mind, body and innerG. For the former they are a coherent family structure that dwells within a home filled with radiance that brings out the best of all of them whilst accentuating their differences to great effect and merriment. Slaves, on the other hand, are just three different people that happen to live in the same neighborhood. Thats the difference and its quite visceral in the felt sense but also easy to imagine because most people click how incoherent they are when it comes to these three facets, yes?

Why aren’t we instructed in these ways? Simple, it how they use your ignorance against you. That and it makes till ring as well as having people flock to subscribe to deals that promise solutions but deliver mostly nothing. On the flip every child that steps into this realm is overflowing with that coherence. This is why I say we’re all born Warriors and the Path of Power is, in many ways, a retracing of your steps to unlearn what isn’t needed and the net result is radiance due to the alignment you’re feeling which extends far beyond this dimension. Let me put it to you like this:

If you tell a mirror to look at itself something interesting happens because the reflection seems endless. But yet its a cheap camera trick. This realm is identical to this. Identical. This is why its said by many cultures ancient (and the coming science as well) that reality is a persistent illusion we create via our awareness and expectations therein. In other words a Game you’re playing by using your Soul as a credit. Suffering is optional but almost guaranteed for those that forget this because not everyone plays with the intent of uplifting the collective as some have plenty and still they aren’t fulfilled. Think about billionaires on a bus, for example. Plenty of seats but they keep it moving… This is just a symptom of this erroneous programming and thus we’re in a Game whilst playing another Game that takes your investment and uses it as a weapon because the only one who wins is the one who came up with the idea which is being used to siphon your energetics. Mined. Mind. How big a hint do you need that its all happening within?

And yet its a realm that most people are petrified to visit and, especially, the Devilish language is woefully under equipped to navigate your consciousness because its designed to keep lips stiff and thus limit the frequency you’re decoding and create a reality which is pretty miserable. Getting back to the neighborhood, imagine we had a family – a mother, father and child – and they were in a natural environment where all of their needs are met and the rest is up to them. They’d do pretty well, don’t you think? Nature would run its course, unimpeded and they’d create a nourishing environment that created something far greater than the sum of its components, yes?

Now lets pretend that the moment the child is born he is ripped from the arms of his mother. She gives up her son with little complaint as she has been trained to expect this and believes its the Systems prerogative to intern the children in their own domiciliary arrangement. “The state knows best!” she sings, as instructed, as she too is carted off to her own place, away from the father. And so this family grows. Occasionally they meet in the street, fumble a greeting or three. They might call, now and then, or have an event where they link up. In general we’d have an immense sense of isolation, frustration and a craving for solutions that exist outside of them and are, most definitely, not accessible in the moment. Some believe there will come a time when they’ll hit the promised land and they’ll all have a home they share thats filled with affection but are too dim to catch the trick because even if they were all now rounded up and dumped in one place they’d irritate each other to death due to their inherent programming being so different and total lack of coherence. Time travel is possible in this realm and its their only solution. Thing is none of them believe it can happen. Why? The System told them.

Remember, this is the same noxious establishment that ripped them apart at the time they should be be building all types of connections and links that amplify one anothers strengths with the beautiful flex that comes from support and acceptance as they all grow in resonance due to the principle of coherence that creates events that are far more than the sum of their components. To them, this remains a distant ideal. Something they’ll have to die to achieve. Can you see how pernicious this is?

If you were to visit this town so miserable and broach the concept that maybe, just maybe, they’d been tricked and were currently being pimped by a crew that gave not one single F about them but actually profited from their adjustment to a System profoundly sick they’d gnash and wail, quite furious. The father may hold aloft his trophies and symbols of success that show he’s made it. The mother could flaunt her images that had been edited to death to present a life she wished she lived (and was fully invested in) as well as her devout acceptance of the rules which said “Everything will be better after this as long as you don’t ask to many questions” whilst the child, now grown, is set adrift on memory bliss as he takes hits of whatever the streets are pushing as a way to numb the pain in his frame by inserting substances in his veins to modulate consciousness.

We, laced with common sense, would look at this example and see how stupid it all is and how the Game has been terribly rigged against them but yet if I were to do this to you, now, in real life you’d probably think I was Satan himself for the way I dissed your cows sacred. That is exactly whats happening. Exactly.

The father is your mind and what he says, goes. “Dare not question my authority” he screams to assuage the fact that he feels worthless and lonely. The mother is your body who learned, long ago, that no one listens and if she complains to much they’d drown her in pills and thus she lives in a world of make believe and pretend that mainly ensures she doesn’t click how truly unfulfilled she is with a life like death. The child is your innerG, something ineffable and yet so present. You can’t reach it if you’re grasping but it comes when it wishes. Sadly, for most, this state comes via some form of intoxication as the substance causes the iron fist of the mind to release its grip from the neck of his wife and before she can say a thing the child is running around within. This is your life. This is your neighborhood. Is there any wonder why the world is like this because people take out their anger and other deleterious emotions created by these traumatic events on others who are suffering just as much as them.

The first thing a Warrior does is accept the lay of the land, as it is. You can’t fix a mess by pretending it doesn’t exist and things will be perfect when the promised savior swoops in and restores harmony with a click of his mighty fingers for those that kept the faith, peered not behind the curtain and definitely didn’t ask the right questions like, say:

“Why do I feel like this now but didn’t as a kid?”.

That really is the 8 billion Soul topic, isn’t it? If it doesn’t come to your lips and provoke introspection then, guess what, you are a Slave. A living hostage. Most will go out of their way to deny this as they manufacture proof for the lies they tell but then if you ask them:

“Mind, body and innerG – In one home now, like they were in the beginning or estranged in a neighborhood where they may meet, now and again?” the answer is obvious. This is cognitive dissonance, in full effect, and why its said you must be willing to break a few eggs to create an omelette. Better yet, you can’t solve a problem with the same level of thinking that created it and this is why practical metaphysics is the only thing that can help you overcome your false self via doing the Knowledge. “And the truth shall set you free” said he and it most certainly did for me and this is the gift I wish to share with thee.

One of the most interesting things I learned from my brush with death, besides proof of the multi dimensional nature of the System and its willing agents in the flesh, is the truth of the statement that attachment causes suffering. Its so true and yet infinitely subtle as well. Let me break it down a bit:

You, before the flesh and during this entire embodiment thing, are what I call the Witness. A slice of pure consciousness. Light as a feather, exceedingly radiant. In the same way that a raindrop and ocean are exactly the same thing but with a different scale and frame of reference is your intimate relation to the Prime, the pre-existing, the never changing. Call it what you wish, this is the main source of conflict among humans and a huge point of division. Now, what steps into this realm is pure, what else can it be as the Witness is simply that which observes and via its presence makes all of this possible as around this doth coalesce the rest of the dimension and all within hence everwhen is a figment of your imagination, get it?

When it comes time to exit traveling light is the thing because the energy of this realm is limited and thus you can’t check on the baggage that your life accumulated when it comes to transcendence. Positive or negative. “Oh, you miss your granny, huh?”. “Sour grapes kid, you’ll get slammed back in the flesh because she’s an earthbound concept”. “Oh, you hate that guy who did terrible things and you want vengeance?”. “Go get it, champion! Here’s another suit of flesh“. On and on go the examples, I’m sure you get it. If it was as simple as saying “Yay! I’m saved! Hand over the keys to the Kingdom” would the world be such a mess? Of course it wouldn’t. We have a planet filled with people born with a chip on their shoulder due to needs unmet and then, to rub salt into the slit, the blood they inherit is filled with more of this as none of them have ever had the intuition to do their own little inquisition and jet what isn’t in their best interests. Nope, instead they propagate the misery of their parents by allowing their resonance to be split and thus the happy home of coherence they were born into becomes a war torn neighborhood of virtual strangers, doing their own thing, but desperately pretending they aren’t suffering as they rack up more and more negative emotions in their bloodstream as a gift to the next generation before doing it all again.

Thats the life of a Slave, I guess. Don’t worry, when you die it will make sense because if your spiritual GPS hasn’t charted a destination back home whilst in the flesh and left what isn’t needed then its a particularly hellish kind of spin as the Game reclaims what it gives and thus it pimps you twice before sizing you up for another suit made of flesh as you come crying back to this realm to serve another life sentence and do the same thing again. And again. And again. What? You think its the first time you’ve read this? Guess again because business is booming for the Slave/Masters who’d rather reign in the hell they beget on this global plantation which harvests suffering but the trick is never to let the inmates realize this hence all the bread, circuses and deception masquerading as tradition which all have one thing in common:

Keep your attention anywhere but within as consciousness is everything ergo get familiar with your Self.

Till we meet again

What follows next are the musings of a Soul Traveler. “Whats one of them?” I hear you question. Simply put it is one that actively invests in Knowing their Self, both in and beyond this realm. To many people this concept makes no sense and I’ve previously used the allegory of puppets on a string but, in this example, the gloved variation would be more accurate as they are animated from within by something far more powerful and capable than they suspect but they mistake the effect as the cause and are content to bask in their ignorance instead.

Even as a child I was aware that I’m not this flesh. If you ask a wide sample of parents about odd things their babies have said whilst developing one of the most common threads is when they start retelling tales of their previous family and such things. Some folks get scared and tell them not to talk like this, others indulge with amusement and write it off as the ramblings of a fertile imagination, never to be revisited, but a few will truly listen and from these a small percent are willing to take it to another level and request they fully sketch what they recollect of a previous incarnation as they then research the pic to see if it matches.

This can generate some impressive results that bring a whole load of questions about the nature of reality but that is another topic we’ll look into elsewhen.

Do you remember the first time that voice in your head started talking? I do. Well. What struck me wasn’t just what it said – that felt exceedingly outlandish – but the fact that it seemed identical to me and yet couldn’t be as I was obviously that which was listening ergo I had an option to decline its suggestions or buy in to where they led. You would be really, really surprised if you knew exactly what goes on in a childs head. For everything they externally express there is much more happening within that they privately examine. Usually what you hear is the end result of the process as they seek validation or affirmation that another also thinks like this. If its not forthcoming they either stop sharing or no longer take the trek. That is the basis of a Soul Traveller, simply a childs Inner Sense backed with an increasing amount of wisdom that comes from imperience. Whereas a Slave accepts what the world presents as they wear off the shelf garments in their inner realms that is filled with second hand concepts and fables they inherited the Soul Traveller wishes to keep the personally tailored threads of his awareness as he asks:

“Who created this? To what end? From whence it came? Where does it begin? Does everyone feel like this? How can I increase the resolution of my perception?” and so on goes the quest that I’ve termed doing the Knowledge. Everyone is equipped for this but many have it beaten or trained out of them at a young age and, usually out of fear, they comply with the edicts that those around them posit as beyond reproach or question. An adult may take in the scene of a tragic event that leaves many suffering as he says “It is gods will“. For a child who is still in tune with the Warrior within that is blatantly unacceptable as it doesn’t gel with the concepts of an all powerful and benevolent being that protects his people. As you can probably imagine if he were to ask these questions out loud and often his parents would eventually had out some type of discipline or disapproval as they don’t have the answers themselves. This is why becoming a Soul Traveller often means going against the grain. These days said children would be heavily medicated and labeled as problems as they were forced to acquiesce to social conditioning via pharmaceutical intervention. In that respect I’m very, very lucky to have slipped through this net due to various events, back when, otherwise the chances of my pushing the pen from my current state of elevation would have been nigh on impossible.

Lets pretend the child in questions parents are more humble and willing to admit their ignorance.

“I don’t know. I have too wondered the meaning of this because why would we say things like “The good die young” whilst the bad seem to run around, being wicked, with no punishment handed to them. I know there are concepts of heaven and hell along with sayings like they’ll get whats coming but that really doesn’t seem to happen”.

“So why do you believe in it?” the developing mind says. The parent sighs and a simple truth crosses his lips:

“I’m too busy working, paying bills and keeping a roof over your head and bellies fed that I don’t have time to consider it”.

The boy wonders as he wanders then comes back to this thread as he says:

“Why do you have to though? Who says thats how it is? Why does everyone else accept it if so many hate it?”.

Once again the parent is forced to admit his ignorance as he says:

“This is why you’re going to change the world. No matter what anyone says, not even me when I get angry and try to reign you in, never forget this way of thinking, of feeling, of being and doing. Its vitally important. I had it, once upon a when. Then I lost it and here we are”.

The Soul Travelers application had been submitted and accepted. From then on things would never be the same again and the above commented would come to be rued as the child grew to become a problem that accepted no authority outside himself and would gladly accept and punishments or threats but never relinquished his grip on what he’d later term Inner Sense.

In a nutshell I believe we, the human race, are much like square watermelons. You can place what is developing in an unnatural form of constriction and it will wail and protest as it chafes against the edge but will soon learn to fit in and accept the situation. A Warrior, on the flip, will use those same energetics to look within and the information that comes back says “Fear not the sphere for it is what you are destined to become” and instead they’ll push against this cell with a force thats immense as they crack it. During the time it takes to fabricate and install another mold around their developing sentience they’ll gain a fresh glimpse of what I call true freedom aka a world without Adulteration and that is akin to hyper dimensional wind beneath their wings. The System will, once again, attempt to curtail their natural development and that, in my example, was bad report cards that said “He’s very capable but all together too troublesome and, worse still, he puts off the rest as well with his endless stream of questions“.

“Why don’t you just listen?” said the enraged parent after another meeting with teachers who seemed to be repeating the same script.

“Listen, what they’re saying makes no sense“. The boy went on to describe a science lesson where the teacher pointed at an image of the planets siting in concentric circles orbiting around the sun which sits in their mid. His father nods his head and says “OK, whats next”.

“Well” the child says “If gravity is what keeps us stuck to the planet and the sun is so immense that it keeps the rest in check and doing the same thing then why doesn’t it simply pull all the rest into it like water going down the sink?“. The older man started laughing and had to admit he had a point. He asked him to detail what happened next.

“I told the teacher that made no sense, said what I felt and then he tried to brush it off as the way it is and I could either like it or lump it because he wanted to go onto the next thing instead but to me it made no sense. Like I said, stupid. I told him that and how he must be dim to accept it and some of the other kids started laughing and he got mad which led them to calling you in. Again”.

What would you do, in this example? Its an actual real life event based upon my intuition that what they said was true was either an outright lie or willful distortion and later I’d discover something that gelled with what I thought, back when. Peep this:

Doesn’t that make more sense? The same thing happened again in a history lesson when I asked “Why not herstory? Or mystory? Wait a minute, thats mystery. I’m starting to see a pattern to all of this because all of your lessons simply say the white man did everything and the rest were a bunch of primitive savages but your people don’t even use water to wash your rear end after using the toilet”. Once again the class was filled with laughter and merriment because a lot of the kids were varying shades of brown and all knew this basic practice of hygiene and cleansing whereas the one teaching obviously wiped herself with dry paper that, to her, was embarrassing and to me made no sense as my mind developing rejected their suggestions. Another letter home, another appointment and yet I wouldn’t relent. After a few of these visits the punishments and threats became more brutal but by now I refused to cede my freedom to examine this strange reality that so many dared not question. If nothing else they simply strengthened my resolve that something really, really odd was going on in this realm and most dared not admit it.

As you can probably tell a lot of who I am is based on who I’ve been. Its not like I rose one day and said “I know, time to rebel against everything!” as that is nigh on impossible for a well conditioned square watermelon that is hemmed in via tension. After a while me and the school System came to a tacit agreement in which I’d do whatever was needed to get ejected from a boring lesson with a quickness so I’d then have time to think about what they were teaching. Then I’d take my questions and musing to anyone who’d listen and ask their opinion on my perspective and, thankfully, there were a few that would happily indulge my reasoning as they found it most amusing and quite entertaining. What of all the kids that didn’t have this and were seeking parental approval so they set about absorbing and regurgitating on the test whatever they said was correct? Thats the path of Adulteration aka the slow death of realness.

In many ways a Soul Traveler is a higher octave of the Warrior within as the latter is all about transcending the current incarnation and once that happens you start wondering about the others as well as the practical nature of metaphysics because, lets admit it, walking around in the flesh on a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball through a vacuum is quite ridiculous, isn’t it? Imagine you had a dream one night in which an alien from another dimension said:

“Hey, I live in a world that is totally, totally different to yours. Can you describe life at its most basic blueprint so we can compare perspectives?”.

If you responded with the above as the unquestioned basis of your all of everything can you picture the response you’d get? Even typing it seems ridiculous, and yet, that is what it is. Maybe. I haven’t been into space yet so can’t tell. When this concept was dropped I asked:

“How come it feels still if its all spinning then?”. The teacher rolled his eyes, thinking, “Here we go again”, before responding with:

“I don’t have time for your stupidness. Get out of my class, this instant”. Which I gladly did before heading off to see the caretaker who was chain smoking, as usual. I asked him the same question and his response was interesting:

“If you’re sitting in a car and throw a ball in the air it doesn’t go rushing off into the distance, does it? Like if you put your hand out of the window it would quickly vanish as its more in tune with the outer environment. I think it works like this”.

“Ha” said I. Now that was interesting. I wondered, out loud, why he was stuck in the broom cupboard when a lot of his answers made more sense and he said it was because he never got an education and thus ended up with a crappy job instead. That, once again, generated more questions because here was a guy that was obviously intelligent as he was always reading and yet the dimwit in the class couldn’t instruct a thing without having the answers handed to him via his teachers edition. As he found out, later on, when I pilfered said version and watched him run around flustered as he couldn’t lead the session.

I simply cannot learn from anyone with so little passion. Someone doing it for a cheque is akin to a prostitute of knowledge and thus met with disdain to my developing awareness which, now that I think about it, must have felt intensely disrespectful so I see why they acted as they did and labeled me the problem who was best dealt with by being ejected.

All of this served me very well in the events that came next because square watermelons need constant reinforcement of their artificial limits whereas the golden circle of my sentience is without beginning nor end as its simply visiting this planet via my current incarnation which is one in a long sequence that I fully intend to end with this spin hence get free or thrive trying as I have enough of all of this and my aim is to sprinkle the seeds of Self Knowledge to the next generation because they are born as Warriors and, with a little encouragement, will develop into greater Soul Travelers than I can imagine in order to create an altogether more pleasurable dimension than one filled with the ignorance of unquestioned Adulteration that can’t wait to infect the next generation as it forces them to acquiesce to blatantly ridiculous concepts.

After all, if you’d been born a long, long time ago you’d be quite certain that the Earth was the central axis around which everything spins, yes? Now we see that as obviously limited. Funnily enough if you had incarnated even further back into the distance you may have been one of the adepts that honed Soul Travel to such a fine edge that they were able to map the moods and temperaments of the planets by looking within with such an amazing depth that, beneath their anthropomorphism, were facts that were solid and only recently discovered since we invented telescopes and such things. But, thats another topic. I say that to say this:

We are all born Warriors. Each and every one of us that steps into this realm is trained to become a square watermelon. Many instinctively rebel but most eventually acquiesce. It wasn’t always like this and that is what makes me question the intent of whom (or what) is at the helm as it sows the seeds of confusion that choke the internal gardens of most Souls that leaves them as strangers to Self as they walk around with heads filled with concepts that generally make them miserable because of what they learned to accept but dare not question. I could go into more details about my previous incarnations and the insights I gained therein as well as how I accessed them but if I didn’t first share this glimpse into what made my Self authored blueprint the rest wouldn’t make any sense as you have to click the basic difference between one who was trained to fear the sphere and one who simply is as nature intended without the various vagaries of the System doing what they do best.

Till we meet again