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There is one simple truth that marks the difference between wisdom and ignorance, life or death plus the Warrior and Slaves mindset. It can be summed up in the following sentence:

You are all figments of my imagination.

Let the truth of that potential reality sink in to your depths and tell me what it says. Better yet, push the pen and ask your Self if the idea seems acceptable or simply preposterous. Whichever answer you get, ask again and again and again until you get to a feeling. Then feel it. Now we’re talking! Before you were simply listening to the squawking in your head that held your awareness captive in a state of ignorance that had been, quite effectively, programmed in thanks to nearly two decades of “Sit still. Look ahead!” and the rest of the media mess that saturates your development. There is only one force behind all of this but it presents itself as many fronts, divided. Much like your hand which has the palm to connect. Imagine if they told you that only nails existed and they, via their presence, developed the fingers, phalanges and fist? You, now, could see how backwords that is as logic says the script is flipped. Take it away, architect!

Innerstand, my friend, that the Game on this stage has been flipped on its head. Imagine if six were nine and you’ll get it, real quick, as your imagination is both a powerful tool and ultimate weapon. After all, look how they pimped it in COVID whilst the ones who span this crooked web were out partying with no Fs given. Once your comprehension expands to be able to even contemplate rejecting the programming you’ll notice a whole load of operatives start clambering from the depths as this is where they made their base of operations and you gaining gnosis pose a threat to their hitherto unchecked dominance. These parasites of consciousness feed on billions and each one gets plugged in to their resonance due to the presence of already captive parents as this form of psychosocial madness engulfs generations whose views are twisted to its whims. Think of it like this:

The cinema effect works via a beam of pure, white light shining upon a black mirror of darkness, yes? As I said, if you take this base state and chip away at it you can generate the visuals of each flick that can, will or would ever exist as they are, in the end, an interplay of red, blue and green, projected. Now, lets get abstract for a second. Watch this:

See that immense flash of light that commenced to cause the cells to divide and generate the flesh you are now wearing? Thats the true “Let there be…” moment and its also why babies are naturally scared or loud noises and falling as its what pulled them into coherence with this dual axial spin which uses their Soul as grist for the mill. Lets pretend you’re in the business of selling porn to the masses. You’d give it away free, if you can, as you want the most access. Underpinning this masterstroke is a bit of reverse engineering as the image above suggests there is a subtle light present in each ejaculate. Now, take those energetics that are being pumped, globally, in the direction of a black mirror that reflects into ones awareness and is powered by desires unmet that present the emotional heft needed to sell the illusion and you’ll see, in one fell swoop, how you are all figments of my imagination.

Run it back again, prove me incorrect or tell me if you felt that straight line in Tetris melt an old blockage of ignorance that can never be formed again as, like a pearl, it was based on constant irritation of your inherent tenderness that causes one to numb, fold within and live a masked existence. On top of all this we’re in a fractal of coherently collapsed consciousness as well thats based on resonance hence why its easy to get sucked in to mediocre ignorance but the lie needs to be big and repeated often. The implications, once clicked, are this entire dimension takes place inside your awareness and you, my friend, are far more powerful than you believe or have been led. Get it? Did you spot the hint? Take that base and flip it to gold as an alchemist who has awakened the Warrior within and you may just get out of this bish, alive, at the end or its time for another reskin as the big bang kicks when sperm meets egg and you’re slipping and falling into the flesh again where emotionally numb parents damage your inner realms from a position of ignorance that causes the light of your mind to turn in and develop the (false) self which is then programmed via the System to think its small and powerless as they hold the cards which say which grade you get and how fast you’ll run the treadmill, from one life to the next, as they fill your head will all types of BS from a variety of sources that seem different but, in secret, are all interlinked as they too are part of the process.

That, my friend, is as far as I can tell the most accurate rep of what kicks in this realm after mapping my consciousness, reality testing and imperimenting as it explains, real well, why ten men can draw as many opinions of one who presents, why we can sense someone staring at the back of our heads as well as dreams, precognitive, where you think of an old friend then meet them and yell “What a coincidence!”. That spell, furnished by the System, is most pernicious as well for the Warrior exclaims “Go in, see dense” then does the Knowledge with what presents using his intuition that says:

“The sheer odds of this happening in the world they set of purely mechanical actions is nigh on impossible. And yet, its exceedingly common. The main thing they deny is the primacy of consciousness. Religion calls its spirit and proclaims its beyond men to comprehend whilst science says the opposite and we’re just upgraded chimps whose brains generate this amazingness. What if they’re incorrect? How can I prove or disprove this to my own content?”.

Take the above, throw in some reality testing, staring intently at the back of peoples heads and noting the time of reaction when bored in class, back when, and you’re half way to a decent hypothesis, yes? All because you rejected one spell that was designed to whizz on the embers of higher consciousness by having you eject the resonance of “Coincidence!” and thus never, ever thinking again about what was screaming, literally, for your attention. That is the power of ignorance and why the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim…

You are all figments of my imagination, starting to make more sense? Its why I’ve said a fool meets enemies whilst the wise greet teachers instead and mine are simply the best for they’ve upped the pace and never relented since I stepped in with this whole SRA thing as the rest of you may have gave in, quick, but I’ve been fighting this battle since my inception and, right now, they’re sweating bullets that the rest will comprehend and see through their illusion they’ve worked so hard to build. Which is? That you are small, insignificant, powerless, dependent on them, not enough, imperfect, in need of status and symbols to make a difference, incoherent, born in sin, a flawed, decrepit creation. What they’ve actually done is describe themselves as this is exactly how the parasite of consciousness, itself an afterthought abortion, feels at its depths and to assuage this it pulled a magic trick and traded your Inner Sense for its Adulteration and, right now, its telling you this is entirely preposterous and why are you reading this?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

I’ve been fighting this battle since I stepped in and now am quite well versed in the ways of my Opponent and his methods of weak daze creation. What, you think its a “coincidence” that that spell and how you “urn a living” are interlinked? The Warrior spends his rays in a “Strength” with the two for relaxation termed a “Strengthened” instead. Just picture your life but with this one difference my friend. If you hadn’t heaped spells that expected and expected weakening as you progressed what of the alternative version you could manifest? Thats just one word, in one lang, in one head. They’ve got more tricks that clowns pocket which is why its worth recoding your internal OS or be (dis)content to be one of the 81% well adjusted to mass sickness.

It wasn’t always like this. No, once upon a when, as the light and dark meta attests, this realm was perfect but it needed to be destroyed to start the quest of regaining the paradise that most don’t fully recollect. On that stage of the Game everyone knew their consciousness was an aspect of the all of everything and they they were less sentient candles and more in tune with the unfinite as aspects of the eternal flame. This is why they greeted with pressed palms at chest (the true seat of consciousness) and bowed heads that said “You are another me, together we” or, in the modern dialect:

As much as things change they tend to stay the same, yes? The one who spots trends then reality tests is a threat to the Matrix ergo they dispatch their Agents to deal with. Have you ever wondered how, in the flick, they morphed and took over those who seemed “normal”? That spell, itself, is a huge hint about who is at the helm but the imagery does say that those jacked into the fake mainframe can be used like dumb terminals hence “I don’t know what came over him. He was like a totally different person!”. How Self evident can it get that what I said may be correct? Don’t accept, my friend, reality test instead. Why would an intent wish to take something so strong and powerful then convince the opposite? What if said clique knew your mind better than you do yourself and thus could play this realm like a harp from hell whilst pretending to be lost angels themselves who obscure their dirty faces behind masks of civilness and nice little gloves to keep their hands hidden as they pelt stones from a distance that burn like hot coals of ignorance? The Warrior grabs this and crushes the deception to reveal the glistening diamond of wisdom aka a state of perfection ergo one doesn’t detest those who operate in ignorance for they are, in the end, figments of your imagination.

You wouldn’t expect to win a wrestling match with an octopus, yes? And yet, if it were a sketch in a comic and you were the artist, drawing, as well as viewer, seeing, then it can be whatever you wish and its thrill of ignorance that comes from associating with whichever perspect you pick. Thats how we fell and forgot our true resonance. Those who didn’t use this one weird trick to keep you coming back again and again and again. To them I’m a major threat because I remind you of the things you were made to forget ergo they engage in street theater, sex magic, drugs and hypnosis as ways to broach my inner realms with the hope of making their programming stick. And yet, in the end, all they did was hand me the keys to the Kingdom as the seeds of gnosis, eternal, doth spring and one who feeds and nurtures them resurrects Inner Sense then can’t help but look around at this realm with a swift “What the F?” as it seems y’all are as mad as it can get and believe all types of mess that wasn’t designed with your best intent in its chest as these parasites lack that Prime resonance and thus they covet it and anything you don’t claim they own then sell back and make you pay rent.

I know, it sounds like one flew over the cuckoos nest, correct? Why don’t you prove me incorrect and tell me what feels authentic. Do you truly believe that this is possible:

Or does the fact that Nintendo – who constantly rep the divine feminine being hijacked by a reptilian who is defeated by a man of humble beginnings that ingests a psychedelic that brings great strength and wisdom – being hacked by a Bowser whilst having another of the same name at the helm not strike one as a tad strange and worthy of consideration? What of the cinema metaphor I said and its links with stealing the light of masturbation and pretend because, in the end, its simply a black mirror with red, green and blue, reflected. What makes one splooge is the power of imagination so whence go them energetics is the question that could beget the generation of much flesh but are now, ejected? Actually, the name of it presents a massive hint but I don’t want to spell it out as you should do your own Knowledge otherwise its counterfeit, my friend, and thus as much use as a stiff prick on an island of lesbians…

Welcome to the world of the realest man on the planet who gives not a single Watt about these parasites of consciousness as they are naught but figments of his imagination and this is before we get into busted husks, false resonance and seething powers of ignorance that masquerade as wisdom for the adepts. As a wise man once said:

“Its all written. We’re just playing the parts but the key is to see with the eye of your heart and not what drips off her lips or the image they sell”.

Who knew this dalliance of resonance would set off a chain of events that interlinked the one who bought me in, the inverter of a religion who posed as a pilgrim with parasitic intent within and a girl I went to school with. Aye yai yai! Class is in session. Do the Knowledge, my friend, as this spin in the flesh is the only chance you’ll get and I’m lacing you with Game in each article so either read and think or continue in ignorance as mere grist for the mill that spins and interpenetrates this realm behind the veil of magic tricks and the double binds I slice, gordian, as you are the Prime cause of all of this and thus your strength and power are immense but, currently, languishes under layers of conditioning – most of which you inherited (and will pass onto your kids) – and the entrancing state of resonance which is why metronomes will tock and tick to the loudest among them so make that the Psylense instead and what I said becomes Self evident as they rep the noiZ and thus are temporal whereas we are eternal and made of finer things that they simply cannot comprehend as the light, ineffable, shines into their darkness and they said:

“Destroy it”.

So they did. And this is what you get. Tell me I’m lying or does something in your chest feel this is correct as it explains a hell of a lot about a world that seems heaven sent but feels like the devil himself is constantly riding your rear end? Even that, as symbol, has its own refined depth that is waiting comprehension so its a Game of three halves, my friend.

Till we meet again

The most dangerous thing school taught you was not that life is a popularity contest that is measured by how much sex, money or upvotes you get (delete as appropriate) but that of rating your worth by what another says. Run that back again as your Soul nods its head and tell me if you agree with what I said.

Didn’t you ever find it a bit odd that the entire model was one of flat out domination? Even before I was aware what S&M was I, instinctively, rebelled at this as it seemed most unfun to submit to the whims of another and be taught at the speed of the class idiot by a fool that did it only for a cheque to remain fed with no passion or nurturing intent just disgusted me on so many levels. I genuinely believe the further you progressed in this academic test the less true intelligence you possess. Just look at all the fields filled with hyper specialists and how nobody ever creates anything truly new or unique as they’re filled with stress at the idea of getting rejected or having their tenure and or budget yanked speaks volumes about what I said. That and the current replication crisis that is rife which is, amusingly, akin to insta stars causing walls to bend in the quest for the ideal rear end and bosom. We’re in clown town, people.

So many folks I’ve met thought they were “thick” because they failed the tests, back when. Loads of them had potential and talents that were never met or addressed by the standards intended to make you nothing more or less than a brick in the wall of ignorance and I found this super duper strange because, on the flip, the caretaker of the building was wise beyond his years (and he was ancient to a bright eyed jit) and, more importantly, did it with passion. I’m not speaking about pushing the broom or fiddling with the thermostat – even though he handled that – I’m talking about how if I asked him a question he genuinely reflected and, quite often, did his research in the interim as he had an immense stack of Readers Digests and spent most of his time sitting in the library when he wasn’t smoking and drinking with friends. He himself was not educated and yet, to me, developing, he seemed to have grasped the essence of wisdom which is take nothing for granted and question everything. School won’t teach you that because, like Assata said, “No one will give you the education needed to overthrow them”. That goes double for Twitter activists that sport a Che T shirt and whip online petitions whilst avocado toasting, yes? “But I have all these upvotes? Zey must mean something!“. Would it be a trip if, tomorrow, you could spend online credit like all the money they think is fit to print at the present? All it would take is a shift in what we, the public, invest in and accept as a standard so it really isn’t that ridiculous now, is it?

Don’t think I’m saying that I don’t value education. Quite the opposite. What I’m saying is the modern way of doing things is akin to a gulag for the imagination of those developing within its grip to become square watermelons, par excellence. Check this:

Once upon a when (back when Doctors still smoked in their offices) a girl had a kid that had a lazy eye like BIG and she didn’t want him to grow up looking notorious so she asked if the man with the scripts could do anything? He suggested an eye patch for that Captain Jack swag and she, being attentive, kept it on for much longer than recommended as her mind said it would be more betterer. Can you guess what happened? Well, the baby brain, when developing, sent out signals as and when to check the input levels of the optic, darkened. When it didn’t get the hits to its pings it, like your wifi, disconnected and diverted the active wiring to the other that was hearing it on FM. Net result? The kid could barely see out of the other lens even though it functioned correct. Ain’t that something? Let that be a lesson to ye helicopter parents. “What the heck does this have to do with school, fool?” I hear the Eses yelling. Nah, they get it which is why they provide a parallel education in their own ways and methods as does virtually every single ethnic group as they don’t trust the white man and his methods because they all sport the same record and heritage of what they done did when the landed, sans melanin, and civilized the hell out of them.

Just as that baby brain sent pings the nervous system does the same until just before seven as it needs this time frame to fully develop the basic sketch of mindbody connections which go on to develop excellence. This is why the best martial artists start training almost immediately as they know that what fires together, wires together gloriously and the effects are often preternatural speed and skill that hits a target others cannot even imagine. I’ll let you list the most famous example of this that was trained with brutal precision to sing and dance on a whole nother level… Anyway, you have these kids who are doing what is entirely natural classed as “Disruptive, won’t stop fidgeting and can’t sit still” on parents evening then said folks either administer a beating or withdraw affection until their seed instates cooperation and does what Simon Says.

Can you see how perniciously slick and twisted this is? If I were to change nothing in your life but this single aspect I’d be willing to bet you’d be way happier, more content, creative and in tune with Inner Sense than the currently Adulterated version you accepted and never wondered the alternative just like a giant raised by midgets that trained him to kneel for them. That, in a nutshell, is the most dangerous thing school taught you and its well worth undoing by the power of introspection as your brain is quite neuroplastic should you choose to flex this muscle and rewrite the script. Use the timeline method I reffed in this text and sketch out your life imprints then use this to speak to the child within and use this to build a bridge that may just surprise you with what kicks:

“Hey, listen, I did what you said and you’ll never believe what happened. I’m learning how to dance! Me! The guy with two left feet. Turned out that when I was around six I was constantly toe tapping in school and the teacher yelled a bit and made me really self conscious about it and I couldn’t tell my parents as I knew they’d stress and say I should sit still so I just suppressed that urge within and never, ever thought about it again until I pushed the pen but I’ve got to get as Salsa class is starting at seven and I feel like a man that was just handed his own personal key to heaven!”.

Bear in mind that not another thing in his life had shifted. He still worked in an office, ran the wheel like a gerbil to pay his bills and bished with the rest at how the boss was a div and things were going downhill. Except now he was activating an old skill that was never developed or nurtured by the System. This is, in effect, reparenting and its a huge thing if your folks were pretty wack and life, back when, was two steps removed from Hell but ten times more ferocious as you can check you imprint and, in effect, time travel to create some pretty amazing things. Turned out that just by learning how to dance this man caused other, previously unseen, chambers to spin and this led him to ditching an unfulfilling relationship he’d had with a girl he’d known since a little bit and stuck with as he couldn’t be bothered with the circuit and, in his head, thought all men hated the thought of getting hitched but went along with it due to lack of options. At least, that was the example in his head. This all shifted when he started moving and grooving and mingling with women who knew how to move their hips as they all went out for a drink and one thing led to the next and the current became an ex as he was gone with the wind and full steam ahead with one who held something dear to him in common.

Just to think, none of that would’ve kicked without a moment for introspection that all started when I asked him why he moved with all the coordination of a drunk baby elephant as I’d never quite seen someone so cack handed. I mean it. This guy was so uncoordinated that you could throw something right at him and he’d swing left so it hit him in the head. Like ten times out of ten. This contradicted, intensely, with his huge typing speed that left his fingers blurring and I spotted this as a kink in his neural wiring and wondered what caused it. Turns out he’d got all types of awards and things for his words per minute, back when, and thus prided himself on it but being a geeky nerd meant sports was off the list and the dream of the dancer was nixed when his Geography teacher yelled at him and said:

“Will you stop with all that tapping, Bing!” as the rest of the class laughed in unison. Pushing the pen caused an immense amount of vitriol to surface from within toward this insensitive and once he’d vented and linked with the part that was previously frozen he asked what the little him wanted and it said, in bright red ink:

“To dance, stupid!“.

So he did. With no resistance as there was no fight within after reconnection so he looked up local classes, checked what was recommended for beginning, was fun and simple. Salsa topped the list and he sat there, nodding his head, as he already liked the version he dipped his chips in whilst watching Dancing with the Stars on his Tell Lie Vision and this nicely links in to what you consume and its deeper hints about what is missing and is being fulfilled by a counterfeit rendition beamed to your head by a set of three pixels that shift on a black mirror to pimp your consciousness.

Here endeth the lesson. Dare ye Know the Ledge and see what kicks if you examine the alternative versions of Self within and their true wishes? This is a great way of awakening the Warrior, latent, as you simply cannot deny the depth of emotion it brings to the surface of one numbed by the pain of living and accepting labels in lieu of sensations but I warn you, it can be intense as there certainly are dangers to deprogramming but, what the heck, you’ll only live once in this skin but a coward dies a thousand deaths in a single incarnation so lets see what kicks.

Till we meet again

Its really as simple as that because you either lead the pack of one or follow the crowd in the comfort of its familiar thrum as “Everyones doing it!“. This is one of the chief differences between the Slaves mind (programmed) and the Warrior who decodes instead. Its also the main reason why every single child, ever, has said “I don’t want to!” and meant it before they’re browbeaten (literally or metaphorically) into submission via stressed parents who don’t recollect how it felt and why they were so emphatic in their rejection of whatever presented. In many ways you’ve been taught to conform from a load of different vectors but they all hold one dirty little secret in common:

Control.

Do you know what the most ironic thing about all of this is? How little the Slave has over his own life and how vehemently he will deny this. Did you spot it? Thats the divide and conquer schism that is as old as the empire itself and one of the calling cards of the hidden hand with its iron grip that, cleverly, pretends to be many when, in reality, its one with a single mission:

Control.

From life to death and beyond they sing the same hymn as without your energetic resonance and conscious link to the Prime they’re screwed but they can’t let you click this otherwise there is something you’d never, ever give them:

Control.

“I don’t want to!” said the child, stamping, to affirm their indignity at something they felt was intuitively incorrect only to have their nascent consciousness and body awareness swiftly invalidated as another poured their energetic whims and preferences into them. Have you ever examined this with a state of presence and sensed exactly what kicked? Imagine a glass, clear, filled with water, pure. Now, lets pretend that a member of the Adulterated says “Thou shalt do this” and your nope sensors kick in. They then, by force of resonance, pour some of their own mess in and send out a little copy version of them to do exactly as they said. The child rebels and we see, within, their pure consciousness is now tainted by an isolated bubble of red mindset as inherited from a parent. The mind is wise and sees this as a cloud in its previously clear skies of awareness and thus places a hydrophobic charge around it so the thought may be in but it certainly isn’t of. Nonetheless, the resonance is now present and thus the child is forced to head off where the parents said and perform as expected otherwise the affection promised will be withdrawn and, along with it, comes the threat of survival. The child faces an immense test of stress as its either die to the authentic vibrations within or hold firm to your principles and, quite possibly, be thrown into a world with no guidance or protection. This is spiritual terrorism, par excellence. Everyone does it because “Everyones doing it”. Can you see how this type of Thunking engenders what comes next because if we check back in in a few decades we’ll notice that once pristine awareness is now filled with a murky mess in which these old bubbles of isolation attracted each other via resonance and now we get a blob of red that speaks just like your father did whilst the blue is more of your mother hue, a yellow bit reminds you a teacher who was quite decent mixed in with a fictional character you really identified with. You’re getting the sketch, yes? Turn by turn they each take over your awareness and provide their own tint to your mindset which means, often, you’ll hear your folks words coming out of your mouths and then, later, in private, you may confide in a mate that that felt quite strange as, for a moment, you were literally them.

You may or may not have ever thought at this depth but I’m willing to bet you felt how intuitively correct the above sketch is at describing your inner realms, yes? That is because I’m a thinker, not a follower. I am my physics and metaphysics as well for this entire realm dwells inside my consciousness and the first job of anyone who wishes to awaken the Warrior within is cleansing this filth that Adulterates the pure waters of Inner Sense. It will, gladly, assist in this but most people are so used to being lead by these voices (for that is how they manifest) that they simply cannot imagine life without them. This is why I ask, time and again, if you can hear the Psylense as its this fount, creative, from whence all the magic doth spring that has jits scribbling with paper and ink and seeing such off the wall things. As you may have guessed its the same aspect that has a hyper dimensional turbine attached to it in the case of the so called schizophrenic whilst the mystic swims upstream instead and captures the thieves dressed in purple that ejected their oily inks into the minds of your lineage and gives them a good whipping as he turns the tables in furious anger at how they attempted to poison and defile the right, left and centerous (I know, that neologism is a bit adventurous but you get my drift about becoming a whole being instead of fragmented, yes?) via their schemes and tricks that pimp one gen to the next.

This is where I’ve got by thinking. I’ll be willing to bet its a totally different sketch from wherever following led you. Probably in front of the TV or web, keeping up with celebs, ticking “Supposed To” boxes and, generally, running the treadmill as you abdicated your Self from the responsibility of raising your seed and handed them over to the unfeeling machine of the System to mold and shape their consciousness in the shape of a brick as once round watermelons become squared circles instead. That means they’re not only inauthentic but missing an entire dimension as well. “Perfect for the coming Techno Sapiens thing” said the Slave/Masters as they boil yet more frogs in Hells kitchen…

You’re either a thinker or follower and this is across the board or not at all so miss me with the revolutionary act because you wear a Che T, once read a brief synopsis of someones notes on Machiavelli and arranged a great petition on Change, once upon a when, as you soapbox on the latest hot topic to your friends and countrymen (with no traction but plenty of bilious wind) before following rank and file like they said on Monday, AM as you go an clock in at the office and BS at the water coolers with the rest to whom you feel, silently, superior as you Thunk you’re “Woke”. Warriors, on the flip, stay lightly dozing with their third eye open as that state brings the most coherent brainwaves which is an interesting segue as the mind of a child, natural, is the same as an adult under hypnosis which the latter on an LSD trip is identical with a babies inherent resonance. Break it down and its says that life is a consensual hallucination which segues into a variety of trance states you inherited from media and parents whilst mistaking all of this deception for a Self – which it isn’t. Not one bit. Why?

Control.

Can you see the need for it in the face for such potential Self directed resonance? Did you click how the Russians get one reality tunnel (complete with programming language) whilst the Chinese select another and this contrasts with the land of “Freedom” (in which every step is expensive. Ironic). I know my other article about Weebs and Waifus may seem like a diss but, from this lens, at least they managed to shift perspectives in one respect and that speaks a lot about the neuroplastic effect in contrast to frozen snowmen made of sentience squashed to its lowest vibration in this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits. Ultimately all of these concepts are totally worthless and illusory beyond this stage and aim as you aren’t the content but context instead – pure consciousness, in the flesh. An aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one made manifest in times of near universal madness and wholesale deception sold as wisdom to the ignorant.

Listen, I’m not meaning to diss as the above serve the purpose of creating scripts for Souls to live and make the illusion seem genuine but my patience is about as thin as a model filled with amphetamines and laxatives who needs to sell an image she isn’t living in a world, inauthentic, as she takes a million pics with a practiced effortlessness of eating an immense slice of cake from which she’ll vomit the crumbs the moment the cameras stop rolling as her simps beat the magic stick, in unison, to a set of pixels that represent a good mimic of the real thing as they extend their energetics into the black mirrors grip and swiftly follow this with some other excretions as well which validate the deception with actual potential for life, living. Doesn’t that sound totally outsane? Like a species in the grip of such intense psychosis that they’ve forgotten what pure water actually is as they drink Brawndo instead? “Its got electrolytes” they said. Why? Because that is what following gets you. This is why you can only be one or the other, my friend and that, by its very nature, means you’ll leave a trail of feelings, ruffled by your observations and questions which are the same as a childs except now your build has grown in size and realize you don’t need to hide behind a parents leg as they are the ones who got you into this mess by picking ignorance over wisdom whereas you do the Knowledge and recode your internal OS. Why?

Control.

Its the only thing worth anything in this world as it gets the dick erect and ladies wet. Think about it and you’ll see how I’m correct. Its all about sex in the end as its a one and zero thing which is binary code aka Yin and Yang which is the same as what powers this tech, syncs to breathing out and in, is god and the devil, life, death, Inner Sense or Adulteration. Its all one thing, itself “no thing”, which is everything better known as pure consciousness ergo you can think about following but you can’t truly follow a thinker as its an intensely personal process which hints at why you spent nearly two decades, legally mandated, at your nearest camp of concentration whilst the rest was pitched in immense amounts of media mess that shaped your awareness in order to ensure that the ones born, every moment, hand over the one thing the System covets:

Control.

Can you imagine a realm in which the children led and parents played a supervisory role and pitched in when requested only? Lets say school still exists and they went at nine AM and came back at three but little Timmy may have just spent that six tinkling ivories as he’s fascinated by the keys and the sound they make. He does this day in and day out for three years at least and generally ignores the rest beyond the times he links with friends to half pay attention to what they find fascinating as they do at his recitals. Each gains exposure for a childs nature is inherently curious but are drawn, like magnets, to what speaks their language and this they use to gain further skills, previously unimagined. For example, one day he asks the elder about the interplay of harmonics that come to chord selection and he’s illuminated about the concept of mathematics. He takes to it like a watery fish as, before, it held no interest as boring old digits but now its speaking his language which, soon, leads him to English as he wishes to pen lyrics that go with the melodies pouring out of him and this, in turn, evolves into a passion for gymnastics and most children wouldn’t be crying at the gate upon reception nor would they leave when the bell rings as they’re simply having too much fun doing what? Thinking.

Can you imagine the world they’d build in a couple of generations versus the superhero retreads and wannabe mindset that fills the likes of Reddit as people masturbate each others (false) self with platitudes of surface level acceptance and encouragement when, in reality, they detest themselves and lives they live but would rather die than admit it as those oily gloops of Adulteration seep across their consciousness and they, via effort, project the opposite via text and celebrate when others also buy in to their deception as they live not their lyrics hence the need for constant reinforcement and the immense “Us vs Them” mindset that proliferates this corner of the web which, ironically, preaches open minded tolerance but only within a very thin spec of what is expected as thinking isn’t allowed when you’re busy following… This is, as you may have guessed, the inversion of the thin, attractive and flexible model mentioned but, internally, the process is identical:

Control.

Or lack of it. I may sound critically dismissive and like I don’t give an F about your feelings but I do, thats why I type like this, my friend. There is no nice way of telling a hoe she’s getting pimped. Especially when she’s overly invested in the concepts of death and taxes that her sky daddy sells for that elusive day she’s turned enough tricks as he rides by, collects his dividends and tells her to get back to biz as the coochie won’t sell itself and those lips weren’t made for talking so get to walking, bish! Straight onto the psychosocial treadmill as thats an explication of the relationship between man and state viz pension but they never mention the constantly eroding buying power, increased expenses and decreased return on dividends or how I suspect the main aim of all these old people COVID deaths was to cash in their cheques after a life of compliance without fully paying them… Like the swine in Animal Farm that made loot off the horse even when it had done its best without rest for absolutely ages as it was, to the glue factory, sent. Am I tin foiling or hitting targets, dead bang, in the head? I’ll let you tell as the numbers speak from themselves but they even flipped them to make it seem like the young and naturally healthy were under imminent threat unless they did as instructed. Why?

Control.

You’re either a thinker or follower which means the most dangerous in the realm or safely neutered plebs instead. These aren’t my words but theirs, the Slave/Masters who run up and down the stairs carrying out the whims of the one eyed king who needs to keep all of his pieces where he can see em as he lacks depth perception and passes this defect onto his adherents and thus detests one with three functioning centers of optics as their awareness extends beyond this realm and thus out of his grip. That is what the Path of Power brings and why I said you’re either a thinker or follower, my friend, because if you haven’t guessed yet then I’ll tell:

If you meekly buy what they sell as the way it is after they coded your OS to only ask questions they expect then you’ll certainly inherit the earth as you’re lowered into it but what they haven’t said, out loud, is that you’ll be mindwiped and reskinned to do it again. And again. And again until, one day, you stop following and start thinking instead and then all Hell breaks loose in so many respects as, in a world filled with liars, an honest man is most dangerous as he may not be correct but at least is willing to state whats in front of him and its not colored by inherited Patterns of ignorance, decades of forced perspective training and the immense pressures of compliance that have raged since back when and now, digitally, are amped to an apex as people are connected in loneliness via the black mirror effect which presents both the balm and problem in one handy, dandy package in which everyone wants to be anyone but themselves as this they cannot accept. Why?

Control.

Or, rather, the lack of it.

“You’re not the boss of me” says he whilst the lady observes, wryly, “Neither are thee though, really” as she’d awakened the Warrior within and came to comprehend that she was neither Max nor Vincent and most definitely not the cab she’d been driving as that was a huge coping mech designed to deflect from the mess within that led her to build an image she lived and almost believed was authentic until a chance meeting, an overheard discussion and subsequent introduction stopped her Thunking she was a thinker but was actually following and, by doing the Knowledge, gained a true state of liberation that is beyond mere labels and boxes that come with expectations and promises so now, in her own words is:

“I am me. Thats it. You either get it or you don’t and thats not my problem as my mind has more interesting things to consider than whether or not you comprehend the shadows depth hence there is nothing to rail against and naught to defend when one is Centered in Self”.

She did ask me a fascinating thing though where she questioned why, Knowing this, would I continue to extend these missives into the collective unconscious instead of focusing on greater things via the use of my resonance in private. I told her that if it hadn’t been for such lyrics, kicked freely, would she have accepted the invitation to gain gnosis as reflected via a figment of her imagination that was simply saying what she’d forgot to consider due to the whims of the System that had her buy in to one of the options they were selling? She laughed and, with a grin, said:

“You know exactly what I’m going to say and its totally correct because you are exactly this and, best of all, you Know it. Ha! I like it!”

Till we meet again

She looks around and everything is him. Even that is so inaccurate but, phigive, as this thought imperiment is akin to swishing a glass of water around the head of a land locked Bedouin to approximate an ocean. Lets get back to it then:

With one glance around everything is touched, felt, smelt, seen, been and anything else you can believe but provides about as much thrill as tickling yourself. Sure, you’re aware of the sensation and what it brings but its entirely predictable and thus does not elicit a grin. “We are bored” she thinks and ponders the problem because when you’re the all of everything its kind of hard to be surprised or entertained. He starts thinking, geometric:

“If I were a shape, what would that be?“. A circle forms, instantly. “Perfect” she says, with a grin for now there is an outside and within. “The potential for action doth exist”. From here, the Game begins… The thing is, her presence is so immense that it fills whatever presents to the brim within an instant and thus its back to where it started. Can you imagine how it would feel to be one of those Nigerian Princes that used to call up, once in a when, promises people untold riches if they’d just part with their bank details? Well, imagine if the offer was genuine and they truly had so much in excess that they needed to get rid of it and you would be nowhere near the quandary the Source was facing. I use this term interchangeably with the Prime, the pre-existing one, for now but later the cause for delineation will become Self evident as other aspects are thrown in the mix. For now she starts dancing in and out of the circle and notices a curious phenomenon that will, forever, reverberate throughout all of creation:

Breathing in and out, the day/night cycle and binary operations as well. All bear her imprint because, without him, nothing exists and thus anything that is shall never perish and what does isn’t genuine. This is why, in this age, fallen, “truth” must constantly be replenished with bloodshed and they sent you to a camp of concentration, par excellence, where you spent nearly two decades (legally mandated) being trained in the art of academic regurgitation as your natural impulses were waylaid and replaced with “Sit still, look ahead!” programming which is really quite wicked. But, that too is intended because, as we shall see, the first Matrix was perfect and the only way to “upgrade” it is by destroying it. Bit by bit. And then rebuilding it. I’m sure the astute reader will have clicked the reason for the Prime delineation in opposition to the one who’ll, from the downswing, pretend and be most jealous of anything that came before him as he demonizes the Bad Princess and her ilk as witches, savages and primitives who didn’t know a thing whilst, secretly, usurping her gnosis but, ultimately being unable to comprehend the light that shines in from this beautiful Black woman who one danced across this realm. What? Doesn’t it make sense how you think “god” is an angry White man that yells from a cloud and notes each time you masturbate so he can bring the pain in ways barbaric and intricate? Think of the Crusades, the Inquisition and the rest then do the Knowledge as my challenge is for you to prove me incorrect and believe not a thing I share in my eloquent ramblings as I’m simply transcribing the fractal from my perspect and thus could be making a real mess of the script but isn’t that part of the fun of play as what is the point if it exists within limits and proscribed events? If you haven’t guessed, yet, I was one of those jits that took apart their toys to see how they ticked them remixed them into new things. Much to my folks chagrin. Then teachers. And friends. And, pretty soon, most of the internet as well. Why? Why not? You’ll see as we progress and comprehend why no one else in the realm pushes the pen like this because I’m not saying a thing beyond what you already Knew within but dared not admit due to the conditioning and other limiting beliefs you accepted as part of the script you call “Being Human”. Its KO, you can admit you hate it. I won’t judge but may just introduce a perspect to ref that makes all the difference as I believe we have all the right bits but not in the optimal arrangement…

The simple move of dancing, which echoes in the grooves of all children for they bear her imprint as she is their consciousness made flesh to play the Game, again. She created the blueprint that marked a wall of division around the all of everything and its creation. Over time this would come to be called many things but most of them were inaccurate as they missed how essential the skill is of creating within limits as this tends to bring out the best of the instrument and one playing as well. Its really, really strange but you can tell how, back when, kids would get an expensive gift but be fascinated with the box instead as they laced it with stickers, glitters and streams then leapt off in their spaceship. Not these days as that slim rectangle would contain an iPad instead and they’d watch someone else build the said thing and gain vicarious enjoyment instead. To all of my Eighties babies, be glad we dropped in to watch the shift from analog to digital as its a true change of the guards moment and things will never be the same again…

So, binary opposition is the new flex or, in simple terms, “I am the all of everything” and “I am the absence of the Self same feeling”. It may seem simple but its sheer genius and thus was quite hard to detect. Let me put it to you like this:

You are born on a planet of telepathics and thus, as children, its quite predictable (remember tickling?). One day, some bright spark says:

“Hey, what if we remember to forget we can read minds so well and then we can all run to the forest and another can stand, counting, with eyes closed and come and find us? What then?”.

At first they think he’s flipped his lid until they hear the riotous laughter coming from the thrill of discovering and then they’re all in. The problem is, what if they forget to remember and get caught up in the illusion instead? You can imagine how, in a few generations, they’ll wonder how they can tell someone, ten out of ten, is staring at the back of their head or those strange “feelings” from below the neck that keep them safe with no clear indication from their local timespace configuration. More to heaven and earth, my friend… Anywhen:

We now have Witnessed the invention of the Sine wave but the power is still way to immense and the rest is still but a glimmer in our fathers testicles. Did you know that male sperm contains light and, when it links with an egg, there is a big bang type explosion that hyperconducts the consciousness in and starts weaving the cells that will hold its resonance around it? Thats why babies are only scared of loud noises and falling, as standard equip, because they recollect how they gained the matter with spirit by dropping into the abyss in order to wear skin. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. She crams into the state of limitation this brings and feels an immense thrill and realizes how intuition could be termed feminine whilst daring is masculine. “Aha, so thats why men have nipples!” says the inquisitive mind within that is actively reading and thus participating in this thought imperiment versus the smooth brained intellect that probably stopped perusing, back when, and if they’re still tuned in they’re wading through immense run on sentences without stopping to garnish with their own fresh remix…

We have a “Me” and “Them” that manifests as the exchange of mediums. The hint about this is how you exhale what the trees breathe in and they, in turn, eject what you need as well. Everything exists in perfect balance and this is another reason why we, as children, will often flick a switch into the point in the mid or suspend a pencil on fingertip as it reminds us of this act of creation. If you can tell me where this fits into all of this:

I’ll give you a prize as its not of this realm and something else which is why nobody quite knows who first sketched it, and when, in your timeline but all did, yes? Same with drawing a single eye, floating. Did you pick right or left? Answers on a postcard, my friend. Pure consciousness continues its descent as, due to what happened with the first step, there was a creation of opposites. This manifested as a watery abyss and this makes perfect sense when you consider she was akin to a cloud of pure sentience ergo its the same medium, but more dense. He is intrigued and comes beaming onto the scene. The seas cannot take this as, something within them, recollects they too are a part of the all of everything and yearn a connection as the heat shifts their vibration. The water wants none of this as it, collectively, is scared to death of not existing as it can remember a time when it didn’t. Here we see the first pings of the god, jealous, who would reign one day. The sun, being wise, withdraws for a bit as she can tell this part of him is getting stressed but then decides “Eh, what the heck. Its me anyway” and commences tickling. The former wannabe stoic can’t help but lilting and crashing as his elements are discombobulating and, from this, juts an island. “Wow” says both as they take in the scene of their copulation as its the best of both yet totally different. “Now look what you did” says the sea, in recrimination. Welcome to the worlds first single parent, or so it thinks. The sun is beside itself, literally, as the black cube that manifested in the abyss contains the same spark within but is wrapped in the prim and proper threads of its other parent. “Wow” she says as she encircles it. To say he is enamored by his creation is an understatement and the motions of the heavens make its head spin until, eventually, from it the light springs. The cube is now hollow within and the shine is freed, without limits. Simultaneously, both could constantly crave the link whilst yearning to exploit their freedom as well and we see this repeated in the Prime dancing in and out of the circle as well as what became breath, sex and death. All identical, just in a new dress, as and when. Look below. Is it one, two or actually three? How’s that for supreme mathematics? Know the Ledge, my friend… Is light bent at ninety degrees in a vacuum invisible to those who don’t Thunk it exists?

She retires from a distance to see what they come up with. The sea is also watching as this new phenomenon of land covered in sentience starts unfolding its wings. The first thing they beget is another like themselves. And again. And again. And again. Then they start dancing. The Source is beside herself and recollects the place she left in order to come create this realm and decides to pop back home for a minute and do some dusting. After all, company could call any moment and she can’t invite them into a mess, yes? As these rocks of sentient luminance do coalesce they find a strange order of resonance. Actually, I’m going to skip out an immense chunk here as it would add a book like length to this premise and we’re trying to keep it simple, comprehend?

The planets and their jits, called constellations, are now all sitting in the heavens being down their own brand of resonance to the third rock from the Sun. This one is different for it sits in the midst of the Goldilocks Zone, perfect. Here we see the same original dance, replicated, but it was started a long, long time ago – remember, we skipped a bit? – and now we’re at a time where its all super dense but the the thing with old ways, like telepathy, is they’re truly hard to forget and thus the folks can’t wait to grip a black mirror which bursts forth with illumination in their fists as it makes them feel so much strength as the world is at their fingertips and they feel like miniature gods surveying their own and others creations. No longer do they dance or sing but, in an ironic twist, the same tech is bringing back miming which is akin to one of the kids in the forest (who always wins) telling himself in his head, again and again:

“I know exactly where everyone is because I turn my mind within and listen to the silent signals that help me detect their presence via spotting their resonance”.

How long do you think it would take for people on that planet to comprehend their innate gifts? Better yet, how many more of these articles must I extend into the net before someone starts reading them and gets what I said then adds in their remix as we, collectively, reality test the Game from a new lens as this is but a view from the Source as I push the pen whilst floating on wings made of pure imagination that have me, often, wondering, what I said and from whence it springs for, in the end, me and the Prime are one and that means there are no strangers or enemies in this realm. Just friends I haven’t met yet and whatever I say is already within them but comes from my lips as they, for some reason, don’t wish to hear it from Self and that is what makes all of this thought imperiment so fascinating because no matter you’re beliefs or creed, things you invest in and believe as accurate there is something, quiet within, that nods its head in assent at what you’ve just read and if it doesn’t I’d like to hear the alternative because, to me, it all makes perfect sense even if this is the equivalent of a pencil sketch on a napkin over drinks, with friends, in comparison to the whole composition which sings, within.

Till we meet again

The world Tesla would’ve built, back when, would’ve had us living like the Jetsons in comparison to what you currently Thunk is high tech. If that isn’t proof of a conspiracy to suppress then I don’t know what is but the main aim of this text is to offer a glimpse inside the mind of a genius who thinks so different to the rest he may as well be from another planet. Hit it:

Did you know that in Nineteen Twenty Six Nikola had sketched what Jobs would bring to the market 81 years later? Can you imagine this realm if this man had been given free reign to indulge his imagination and create more inventions versus dying, alone, in a hotel room furnished upon him as a gift from one who couldn’t forget his contributions and shared what he possessed with the man who changed everything? Its outsane, isn’t it? How we feed the obese but watch the hungry, starve. Is that better than a big song and dance, filled with celebs, that end up buying AK Forty Sevens for the rebels instead? Either way, the children are dead and the beast remains well fed. Make that make sense and you may just comprehend Earth is the universes loony bin in which the resident nutters took over, ages since, and set the rules like this. What does it mean to be well adjusted to such immense sickness, my friend? If, housed within, there was a glimmer of sentience which (in Teslas example) was a roaring flame of efflugence would you not class those who chose to live in ignorance as wasters of potential? What of the ones who made them this and their own peculiar whims that are evidenced, real well, by the fact the so called paranoid schizophrenic gets no due process but a murderer did… Make that make sense and you may just spot the puppet strings.

“My concept is this. A world telegraphy that can beam out messages, wireless, to enlighten the masses. A small device, priced well, that can be carried in ones pocket to stay abreast of developments as information is sent to them in a form, most convenient”.

Bear in mind, this wasn’t just a dude who flapped his gums and then posted vitriol in the comment section as he built each one of his inventions inside his imagination before he lifted a finger to make a thing so, best believe he’d have filled in the rest to make this possible. In the end, that was his undoing as once they clicked he intended to send elec free, without metering, they nixed his budget and said “Thanks for that one amazing contribution, it really is quite something. Be sure to reach out if you come up with anything else”. To which he answered: “Well, I did state that we could fly in ways much more efficient by using a combination of electrostatic and magnetic currents plus there was this idea, times ten, that would use the very Ether itself to escape the planet“. They replied:

“Thanks for that one amazing contribution, it really is quite something. Be sure to reach out if you come up with anything else”. This time, they meant it. If you have ever thought I’m foiled tin for thinking a small clique run this bish then this mans life and death are evidence of all I’ve said. Its not even hid for it sits right in front of your lids, that the school done did seal. This is why no modern people create fresh things and movies are retread sequels as well because the power of imagination is such a thing that, once invested in, it cannot help but question the narrative that grips this planet as it makes very little sense. Keep doing this and you’ll butt heads, heck they may even try and off your on switch so the rest don’t recollect their magnificence in the flesh as this failed reality was sketched like this and that, in turn, brings greater questions of where and when we sit as you use one plane of a black mirror to augment your consciousness with the dataset beamed in. Compare Teslas vision of the iPhone and what Steve unleashed and tell me who, from them, truly thinks and genuinely was different? Listen, I’m not downplaying the cult of Nerd Jesus but Bill outlined what I think with a more comedic tint so check it:

Hammertime on the nails head! Its all slick marketing, in the end. Like the Live Aid example buying guns for rebels. There is the image they sell and what its truly like, within. Just ask a celeb. Oh, they won’t admit it as they’re bought and paid for and thus sit and sing in golden cages whilst you, the plebs, run iron mazes instead and want to be like them. Stop and think, my friend, if life was so great why do so many of them have huge addictions and, most common, take pills to get to bed? I wonder what that could mean, in the end? Do the Knowledge as they won’t tell. Except when it slips. Or is made blatant. Ask Martin who and what wanted him dead. Anyway, not to be a Hipster, but I remember discovering “My Inventions”, back when, as a bright eyed school jit who couldn’t quite comprehend how sticking two paper clips on a D cell with some wired coiled in the midst made it spin like hell or why rubbing a balloon against my head created static sensations and all types of crazy things like walking lead foot on that cheap ass carpet then tazing your friend as he touched the door handle. You know, the usual childlike script? I read the book and thought “Why the heck is the guy not mentioned, anywhen? He’s amazing!”

Later on it would click why he was airbrushed from the record and, in many ways, the other who totes his name in this age is engaging in a form of destiny theft, yes? Is he not, like Jobs mentioned, stealing the glories of others who put the work in versus Tesla who lived his lyrics from sketch to creation? I’ll let you tell it.

Same with Van Gogh whose senses were so finely attuned to life subtle currents that he painted, without effort, cosmic radiation into his images. They laughed and sneered, told him his squiggles were worthless and thus stamped all over his delicate heart, creative, for even when he gave them ears they couldn’t listen to his vision. Tesla died not long after his favorite pigeon (that communicated with him via laser vision) sensed the end was coming and this may seem like a strange blip as people, well adjusted, tut and think “And he used to be so brilliant as well. Ah well, he must be off his meds as another crackpot genius” as they get back on with running the mill, treads. The thing is, PKD had a similar imperience with a light, sentient, and I too saw such a thing not long before my dance with death which is, once again, something in common with the writer of My Inventions who, back when, nearly drowned but was saved by an intense bout of imagination that helped him save himself in ways most improbable…

I suspect this is a manifestation of the force I’ve termed Psylense (as this is what and how its perceived, within) but I, unlike them, can stand on their shoulders via the use of this modern tech but, even without, I was already drawing the links as there is but one truth and its attraction is so magnetic to one who wishes to Know thine Self as its akin to the eternal flame that lit the candle, sentient, which the world attempts to convince is generated by the wax itself that melts. Like I said, loony bin where everything is backwards. Its worth nothing that Tesla was obsessed by the number three and if you read this text you may find a reason why its woven into everything but what I didn’t mention was how and why this links in to Pi, Phi and reality… But you’re welcome to do the Knowledge.

Also, comprehend, I am in no way, shape or form saying I’m any form of equivalent to these giants I’ve mentioned. Just that I innerstand their premise as they pointed at the moon and fools felt they were giving them the finger instead. If you go with the program the System is as invisible as water to a fish. If you swim against it you’ll note the traps and tricks as well as beasts that feed on the sport, leaping, into their jaws of death – like frogs in the kitchen. He who speaks of this is seen as a madman and its worth noting that John Nash, of A Beautiful Mind fame, cracked codes and did some amazing things to help the war effort but, once done, he found himself in a mental asylum and what he said was used as evidence that he needed electroshock and strong meds. Really ponder this at depth as I study the outliers, those who the grain against went in order to outline the sketch of the glass maze they erected in the midst of an ocean. By its very nature, its invisible but felt, nonetheless.

Its worth noting that, in real life, he worked for RAND and if you stretch your hands to tap keys then view screens you may just discover a beautiful link between them and the invention of the internet that could blow your mind as everyone credits that to the Department of Defense which, once again, is who Nash was yelling for when being pilled against his will… Whilst you’re checking this shadowy corporate think tank that rose from the ashes of WW Two ask who developed the satellite (Hint: Not NASA), videotape, GPS, and AI as well.

Haven’t you ever wondered why there is no due process for mad men who are held and medicated against their will in a way that, indirectly, validates what they suspect that not all is as said in this realm? What of the fact that they, to a man, all report the same thing that something is beaming thoughts into their head and this is, exactly, what Tesla imagined? As does the mystic as all three swim, with varying degrees of success, in the same cosmic ocean but its what else hides, in secret, that doesn’t want its presence clicked and shared with the rest? That is of interest as I know it well. In the Biblical sense, no less, as its an old demon in new threads that uses abuse as a form of control and compliance from those it can’t erase, directly, and relishes feeding on suffering instead. Look into the Air Loom Gang and JTM who did deal with governments and much political intrigue as well before he found himself in Bedlam and became the worlds first recorded modern schizophrenic.

Why do I mention so many disparate threads? Am I throwing things at the wall of your consciousness, hoping it sticks? Maybe, I’ll let you tell it as there are many worlds and your interpretation, in the end, is of vital significance. I’m just pointing at what I’ve seen as I think Tesla would’ve have built a world so completely different that most cannot imagine it, and yet, your grandchildrens grandchildren will be living in a version of it which suggests we could’ve done it any time we wanted but are being artificially limited and dripfed which suggests not only a script but crew that implements as well which links in with the masses, ignorant, those who click and say not a thing as well as the ones who do and yell from the parapets that the Emperor is naked. Tesla sketched a world, like Philip K Dick, which seemed like science fic but is becoming increasingly inevitable in which there are a shadowy power elite, dual reality in full effect and the kinds of crazy tech that make the Jetsons seem like Flintstones instead. By the way, did you know that Homer is Bender, the transhuman, and how all of this is programming because what the masses hold true the simulation brings into view and he who, like Truman, clicks this then either enlightenment or a padded cell is waiting. The key difference? Comprehension ie the gnosis that this entire realm takes place inside their awareness and doesn’t that sound nuts as well? If so it hints at how effective the programming is and how the Game did a number on your head as it sells you a script, from one life to the next and when, by dint, chance or intervent, someone doth beam in and say:

“Hey, what do you think of this?” the rest attempt to suppress instead of encouraging and this is demonstrated, again and again, via what is done to the minds of children as they’re trained to run the treadmill. Tell me, my friend, am I outsane for seeing this or have you been so used to coloring in between the lines that you miss the subtle elements that, in retrospect, are Self evident? It wouldn’t be a hidden hand if you could see its iron fist but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t leave fingerprints, if you know how to spot em. Getting back to Tesla:

This man predicted AI robots and demonstrated, real well, that any advanced tech is indistinguishable from magic as he zipped his remote control boat over the waters of the Garden as people were gawping. Much like the ancient Shaman who made the rains fall, at whim, and how this links in with another cloudbusting genius that was not so much erased from the record but had his hieroglyphs remixed to seem like he never existed but that is a deeper topic. Its worth noting that Teslas flying machines bear a remarkable similarity to Vedic Vimanas which may or may not be the same thing as Star Wars piloted which makes one wonder:

What if far, far away and long ago was actually more recent and the insane asylum I mentioned was once a place, beautiful, that used a harmonic type of tech versus combustion and this is fueled by the hint there were never, ever, any smoke marks discovered within the pyramids so what did they do? Build in darkness? We, of flat screens and stripy toothpaste, cannot accept we’re the dregs and the best left so this is what we get but, now and then, some one with the old ways drops in and, like Bill Hicks said, we kill them. Why? Because the owners have a lot invested in this ride at the min and only works when seen via a fixed lens hence two decades, interred, under the wing of your local camp of concentration… One of the most honest things the beggar dressed in purple that was Einstein ever said was that how his education got in the way of his imagination as he sprinkled the seeds, corrupting, that divorced true science from what it is that led to the current replication crisis as people search for what doesn’t exist and miss whats right in front of them:

That consciousness is everything and there is but one Soul in this realm which is why ten men can meet one and draw differing opinions as well as why atoms contain nothing but make up everything as well as the cryptic hint of how Forty Two actually reps the rainbow bridge that Mario and his friends must face as the last challenge as modern day equivalents of Norsemen who may just be speaking in Morse code for the blindly deaf as art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. And with that I bring this world blancmange to and end as its jam packed with Inner Sense for those who hear me on FM to challenge and attempt to prove the opposite as, to me, it feels correct which means you could do the Knowledge and see what kicks or keep running the treadmill and never wondering why the man who penned My Inventions had a whole load of secret texts removed at the moment of his death and was kept under the strictest of observation with three and fifty pages they’ll admit. You have to recollect that, for decades, talk of this was classed as foil tin and how none of this had happened to keep it moving ergo to see them admit they lifted two trucks full of documents is quite big as it makes you wonder if Jobs and the ilk are not just handed scripts written in anothers ink, ya dig?

If you think I’m reaching, simply read some Philip K Dick and answer how the heck a man in the Sixties penned the world in which we’re about to live and then read his own Exegesis as he struggled with said gnosis as its implications were earth shattering and this brings us back, once again, to Teslas “Death Ray” that could split the planet due to resonance and this link in with a little black box he built that, when attached to a building, created all types of effects that seem like demolition. Just like the Tacoma Bridge:

Life is talking. Are you listening? I really don’t know how much more blatant I can make it. Its all about rhythm and vibration hence why soldiers don’t march in step over bridges because resonance gives not an F about your “liberation mission” as some things are hard baked in to the simulation. Finishing off this bit with something that always had me wondering. Back when, the vinyl spins, I discovered, with a huge grin, that you could play the instrumental over the main and gain a fresh acapella which I went on to remix along with brand new exclusives that made my tapes the best a hip hop head could get. Later, I pondered, that if life is, as it seems, a vibration then why don’t we use these energetics for medicine instead of pointless potions and pills that create more ills than they fix? I’m not saying I’m correct and you should all follow where I’ve said. Quite the opposite as, to me, it seems like life is a song and I, for rease, and singing in another key with a far older melody that does some pretty slick things. Look into Cymatics if you wish to Know the Ledge:

What do you expect from a world made by those with stiff upper lips (and no rhythm as well) as they looted (and shooted) the natives as “Bloody primitives!” in the speculative and operative sense then unleashed pure mind control hell on the rest (that seemed heaven sent) and he who goes against becomes either a madman, mystic or poet… I’ll let you tell. By the way, if you think I’m reaching with the preaching and ya man only had a spark when he started but that turned to garbage as he lost his marbles. If so, I’d request you check the little known “Tesla Valve” invention which, despite being a hundred years old and quite simple, is baffling modern heads who’ve turned their minds to it as its effects are so complex but with no moving parts, presented. Just a fluid mindset at the helm that saw what others missed and dared to think different in a world of automatons who do what the money men said, without question.

I, on the flip, have no limits in my head and can’t help but wondering at the world Tesla would’ve built. Don’t you? Even just a little bit?

Till we meet again