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

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

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

“This is bad. Really bad”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

Your life reflects your beliefs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

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

Consciousness, and its primacy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are we finished or is you done?”.

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

“Quick, look busy, Jesus is coming!”.

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

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

A philosophy.

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

Till we meet again

You really shouldn’t trust your mind. Truly. Its not the most reliable thing, even though it does create some pretty persistent illusions. If you’ve only ever imperienced regular consciousness then it might be quite hard to tell what I’m saying but, even then, there are hints. Take dreams, for example. There you are, lying in bed, and with closed eyes you take in visions that you’re creating inside your head. For the time you’re within they seem real and plausible. Its only when you ascend to a higher state of awareness that you start to question the sheer ridiculousness of some of these things. See why I say you really shouldn’t trust your mind? Life is an equally fanciful illusion thus reality is what you can get away with. Imagine we were all schizophrenics and saw all types of monsters, demons, helpful fairies and straight up angels that were offering they’re guidance. What then? Actually, thinking about it, does that mean the people of yore who related all types of these creatures in myths were either mad, having a laugh or straight up lying? Food for thought, yes?

In that vein lets continue because every single person in this realm has felt the sense of being stared at before, yes? Stranger still is when it occurs as you are by your lonesome, correct? There is an unshakable sensation that comes with this, often accompanied by a chill, as you look squarely at… absolutely nothing. And yet, there is something. There must be. Animals, especially cats, pick up on this. Anyone with a pet can attest that it will be sitting there, cleaning itself, then it will suddenly look up, track something walking through the wall and across the room before it leaves the other end. Nothing special, business as usual for your feline friend. This is why they were worshipped in Kemet because it was said they can see beyond this realm. Stranger things have happened but what most people don’t click is that modern wisdom is actually a whole load of ignorance where we think we know best. Why? Due to the advantages of tech? You didn’t build it. You’re just using it. How many actually have a clue of whats happening beneath the surface? In that respect the ancestors were far more industrious as they used the natural form and its various functions to generate higher states of awareness. Don’t believe?

Study the Vedic scriptures and then compare their observations to modern astronomy. The similarities are amazing as they called Jupiter the golden fat one whilst science says its immense and gaseous. Saturn was dark and slow because he walked with a limp. Once again, innovation attests that it has a creeping orbit that is way behind the rest. The list is immense. I may write an article on this at length, if you request.

In comparison to them, the previous playas on another level, we have been immensely dumbed down in our Self Knowledge because we are trained, from the moment we step in, to bow to authority outside of our presence. That is the hallmark of a domination System. After that its constantly reinforced in ways both blatant and subtle until people have all but given up any hope of being their own salvation and way of emancipation. You could say the fix is in. Because it is. It is, however, entirely optional because one can choose to be in but not of this world and its particular brand of ignorance hence you really shouldn’t trust your mind if its well adjusted to mass social sickness.

Granted many do not possess the strength to question the paradigm and prefer to accept instead as it chafes far less than going against the grain. It takes a special kind of someone to not give in because the pressure for compliance is immense. Why is this? Simple, the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent are the minds of his Victims. Better yet, if they think they’re him then its perfect as you have living, breathing examples of Stockholm Syndrome where people gladly loot their own temple of potential and present their best to a false god of darkness that pretends to be an angel of light instead. There really is far more to this than most suspect. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered why churches are bedecked with gargoyles and all types of wickedness as part of their ambiance? What of the ancient gods that many cultures represent that look extremely fierce and demonic with teeth and claws that are blood red? The long history of human sacrifice and its modern equivalent of torturing an animal to death for religious purposes seem a bit insane when seen without the lens of being one of the programmed and that is exactly what I mean (without wishing to be offensive) about why its essential to step outside of the Reality Tunnel you’re digging.

Whatever you won’t allow your Self to think or even question should be investigated because one of the things I’ve found is fear often hides our greatest strength and for humans that is inquisitiveness. If you wish to talk to me about the divine, the true religion and all these things then what can rank higher than innocence? Why then do we bludgeon it from the next generation the moment they step in and force them to become Adulterated as we grin, knowing full well that we too were happy as children and then something happened. This is what I mean about the Stockholm Syndrome. Living hostages, in full effect.

If I pump your flesh with psychedelics you’ll start hallucinating and, just like dreaming, things seem real within your head. Why? Due to your reactions. One of the most interesting hints I’ve ever came across was trip sitting someone who was envisioning all types of wickedness as the purpose of this excursion was to exorcise the demon of being molested, back when. He saw something absolutely ferocious. “The spawn of hell itself” he said. It filled him with dread, anxiety and fear. Had he been in a different setting he may have ran for the hills or tried something else that was equally destructive. I reminded him “This is all happening inside your awareness. Just like a dream, you’re interacting with figments of your Self. Feel the emotion, notice it like a cloud in the sky and let it pass as it goes on its way. Release what doesn’t serve you and stay present with your breathing“.

He did this and noticed the thing began to shapeshift. Soon there was a little boy standing there instead who was crying. He went over and discovered, much to his surprise, that it was him. What followed next was an intense conversation in which so much of his previous life and its coping mechs made sense as they were cries for attention from a part of him he’d disconnected from, back when. After this we have coming back to a regular wavelength, integration and countless other things. Once again, ancient wisdom, because the ancestors knew well the nature of these plants and the rest hence the borderland from boys to men were linked with tribal initiation in which one faced their fears by relinquishing its grip upon their consciousness. We, as modernized version, do not have this. Look at the world we’ve built because those demons still exist, no matter how much we pretend they’re fables, and thus we spend our lives running from them in a position of ignorance as we’re entirely unaware of the true meaning of these symbols and images.

Something very strange is going on in this Game we play using our Souls as credits. I’ve never been one to do what others are doing or even pay any attention. Whats the point? If I want to know I can ask anyone else as they’re all super generic and tuned in. Its whats within my awareness that is never mentioned I find most interesting. Case in point, can you remember the first thing your ego said? What about how you felt upon hearing its presence? I do, really well. Children, by their very nature, are born to introspect and even the most mild mannered and well trained thinks a billion different things, even if they say nothing. Everything is flipped, edited, twisted and checked to see if it makes sense. The truly confident dare challenge their teachers, peers and parents but this is usually beaten out of them, real quick. The rest nod their heads because they want acceptance and, after a while, forget they were pretending as they have now accepted the programming. Its a very, very slick trick. This is why I’ve said you really shouldn’t trust your mind because one thing thats obvious is life is a Game of three halves, my friend:

There is what you know you know, what know you don’t know and what you don’t know you don’t know.

I’ve spent most of my time in my realm playing in the shadow aspects and thus have a perspective thats quite different to the rest as these things are not on any officially sanctioned curriculum. But that doesn’t mean they don’t exist as options. The question is who hid them? To what end? What if the solutions we seek are actually found by stepping into the darkness in order to become enlightened? Going back to the guy on his trip. At a later session he said:

“All of my life I’d had this dream of running away and never actually making any progress. Any time the monster had me in its grip I’d wake up in bed, screaming, with my heart thundering. Now I realize what this meant and how the seeming demon was the pain I’d draped over the child within from whom I was totally disconnected and living a life of near total ignorance as I drowned myself with coping mechanisms, addictions and all types of dysfunction. Why on Earth is this type of thinking and Knowing the Ledge not more prevalent? I’ve gained more in three sessions that I did from anything else they said because all the pills and potions never help and sitting there talking without feeling is so pointless that it was enough to drive me to drink as it was constantly retraumatizing without any true connection. Thank you for your help”.

Granted, his example may be dramatic but I’ve seen very similar things in loads of people as one childs world crumbled as an infant due to a mother that was rushing and thus the babies time on the tit wasn’t satisfying. As one of the Adulterated she overate and collected possessions whilst looking at everyone with a sense of suspicion that they inevitably fulfilled that kept her looping on the wheel of unfulfillment like a gerbil. A lot of these memories are preverbal – think “Stiff upper lip” and you’ll get my meaning – and ten out of ten people presenting with problems never knew how to breathe well as that is the prime coping mechanism as the body induces belts of tension that limit out life potential. See what I mean about a living hostage, yes? Not everyone needs psychedelics. Heck, you can approximate similar effects by breathing in and out for forty five minutes as well as various other, more subtle, methods that allow the Pane Body to melt its grip upon your awareness. Once you’ve felt this for your Self it becomes obvious that the mind cannot be trusted as it picks 8 things (from billions of bits of information) filters them through a Rolodex of past imperience before stitching them together into a narrative based on expectation and programming hence Slave describes those best who willingly remain in ignorance of this process and think its not even worth the attempt of recoding their internal OS.

All children that step into this realm are Warriors, replete with boundless Inner Sense. Why do they lose their glow? Why do they become Adulterated? Why are they soon filled with plenty of data about what to Thunk but very little instruction in the art of thinking and even less in terms of gnosis aka Knowing the Ledge.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger then this is my message.

Till we meet again

Whether you do or don’t believe in evolution the truth of the matter is there is a snake, a mouse and monkey inside of you. “Where?” you may ask. Inside your head. At the lowest depths of your brain we find the Reptilian Complex that is geared purely toward survival and handles the basics needed to keep you safe and protected in the flesh. Due to its primacy in the cascade of signals it can, very easily, hijack the higher centers and take them offline as it runs the show. A common example of this is people who are stressed and unable to relax as they are stuck in fight, flight or freeze responses due to traumatic events (real or imagined). Actually, that last point is vital and deserves some shine:

Can you imagine, just for a moment, you’ve walked into your kitchen. Lying there, on the counter, is a fresh, ripe lemon. The skin is a vivid shade of yellow and its a mighty fine specimen. Pretend you’ve picked it up and are squeezing it between your fingers. Your nose catches a mild whiff of the crisp, citric scent. You pick up a knife and slice into it. As the sharp blade cuts through the lemon you may notice the aroma starts to get more intense as little droplets spray, that way and this. You carve off a thin segment and decide to raise it to your lips. The closer it comes the more of your senses are activated and just before you bite in I’d like you to check whats actually happening, at this very moment. Is your mouth salivating? That, my friend, is the power of imagination and why I said the brain can’t tell any different between something you pretend as well as an event actual as it preps the same, regardless. That is a very powerful realization because you’ll start to comprehend that this applies across every single medium, interaction or suggestion that pours in from this realm because whilst this thought imperiment we’ve just conducted used a few simple sentences that you read what of the life time of conditioning you’ve felt and pours in, without relenting, from this realm that vies for your attention with every passing moment? How many of those concepts are actually sketched with your best interests at heart? Not many, I’d bet.

The arts and entertainment prey on this drive as does all forms of media and advertisement. Can you see why I said that 81% of the planet are Slaves to processes they don’t comprehend as they live automated Click-Whirr existences that are little more than Pavlovian conditioning? Innerstand, you were not born like this and this induced state of Adulteration is why life feels so different and nowhere near as intense as you are now, at least, one step removed from the gift of the present moment as you, instead, are fragmented them placed within a concept I call the Mind Made Prison. Most people are hell bent on decorating this cell and making it as large and comfortable as possible hence they are numb from the neck down and those signals that do pour in from the land of body language are constantly misinterpreted as threats to your survival and various other forms of discontent that generate disease. Think, a state of dis ease which begets stress which is the root cause of all psychoemotional and, eventually, physical problems. All due to a lack of Self Knowledge do so many people perish in this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits in order to imperience this realm by wearing the flesh. I am speaking of the processes within that build “reality” as it stands. Yes, I placed it within quotations because its entirely plastic, thus flexible, and (once you comprehend the state I call the Witness) open to negotiation as you rewrite the operating system inside your head. Lets diverge, for a bit:

Lets pretend you are a non material being, a Soul, if you will. It floats around, that way and this, but cannot interact with this realm because it lacks a carbon based vessel needed to maintain resonance with the Third Dimension. Imagine you were born, back when, during the times of the Inquisition. You’d be scared to death of going to hell and various other threats that were signaled by the environment so you’d happily grab the script they handed to you of being a good Christian. Then you die and come back again for another spin. This time you’re an atheist who is a staunch materialist because you’re born at the present moment and are fully invested in only that which you can touch, taste, feel and perceive. “The rest is irrelevant” you said as you attempt to create a life quite hedonistic based primarily on external things. This too shall end and for your next incarnation you stepped into this realm as the son of a Shaman in the times of the Native Americans. Your father is very wise, the entire tribe looks to him for guidance as he has a firm connection with the spiritland and helps all of his people to solve their problems via his intercession. The astute will have clicked the beginnings of religion because not all who manifest are truly equal but how much of that has to do with training and programming and how much is innate skills? Safe to say that you’re starting to comprehend the true nature of the Game and how things are only as real as you make them as well as how vital the concepts of resonance along with the current thing most accepted are key to creating the script of the person you’ll inhabit for this incarnation.

Once you’ve seen through this lens and truly accept the concept on your deepest level you’ll start to see what I mean about how one can only find liberation by questioning their deepest held assumptions about the way it is. This I call recoding your internal OS. Don’t get it twisted, it won’t make a true believer an atheist or ensure you gain a one way ticket to hell because once you’ve regained that innate numinous presence I call Inner Sense the rest of the ideas make way more sense on a practical level because we are nothing but stories made flesh and the base levels of our programming are often scrawled in a childs ink as they were created from our imperiences whilst forming at that level of intelligence and thus are, quite often, simplistic at best and often quite self defeating due to getting so many mixed messages we were afraid to question as we sought validation and approval that is usually given by blending in.

The son of the Shaman was quite different and I’ve detailed a page from his adventures elsewhen that you can read, if you wish.

There is an amazing similarity in brain wave patterns and resonance between an adult under the influence of a hallucinogen and those of a baby doing what it does best. In that respect reality is a trip (it truly is, see the nature of DMT as well as the Reality Tunnel concept). After the child starts calibrating to this realm there is another intriguing parallel as whats happening inside their head is nigh on identical in form and function to an adult in the state of hypnosis. Stop and think:

If my words on a screen made your mouth salivate at the thought of an imaginary lemon and even a basic hypnotist can make you walk around on stage and squawk like a chicken then what is the difference between the modes of operation for the Soul that has been a Christian, an atheist and one who was trained since he stepped in to be sensitive to the non physical realms from which they descended to wear the flesh? All of these paradigms are simply options and modes of being and they too can be programmed and shifted.

People are trained to identify with their lands, their tongue, their people and all of these other things that are usually outside of them. On the topic of the inner realms the modern world provides an eery silence that most never stop to question but, once again, if we look at lands ancient we see a different pic. The South American cultures when they met said “You are another me” and in the East, till this day, they bow their heads in reverence at the recognizance that “That which is pure within me sees the same within thee”. We, on the other hand (literally, handedness has a huge part to play in all of this. Haven’t you ever wondered why every single language and culture hates lefties and yet they dominate the landscape in many fields despite being so few in number and having everything from a school desk to workbook and pen as well as scissors tuned against them?) are trained, rank and file, to be a certain way via the concentration camp wing of the System from which its illegal to abstain. Why? Because they need you to become the acceptable thing which will fit nicely as another brick in the wall of ignorance that built the world as it is since the Industrial Revolution that turned men into human resources instead.

Nestled above the snake is the mouse. This little fellow also operates at the same level of your Limbic System and is drawn towards comfort and away from pain. Add these two components with the various factors I’ve just sketched into your head along with the truth of hypnosis as a childs mind is open to suggestions ergo whoever gets there first, wins and you’ll start to gain a clear image of whats actually happening as its all part of the imperience. From here spring emotions, memories, long term storage and the sense of self we all possess after we’ve learned to take our first steps and are now getting used to our environment. It also houses the sense of smell which is why you can feel a flood of emotions and recollection from taking a sniff of something most unexpected and that itself offers a huge hint about the hologrammatic nature of consciousness and this leads onto another topic which is about the subconscious itself that operates like an immense Rolodex that catalogues what you like and disliked in order to influence your actions and mindset.

Above all of this is the monkey and this curious little chimp darts that way and this. For some of you reading it will have clicked why its so difficult to focus and control your thought process and this is why I’ve said that free will is not standard equipment. Its like a muscle you develop via constant training as this higher order sentience allows you to exert far more influence over the snake, the mouse, the monkey as well as the Rolodex and your entire non physical field as well. On the latter, its something you’ve actually felt but rarely considered. Lets pretend a friend steps into work or your home and they seem quite normal but you sense there is a problem. “What wrong?” you ask them, probably on autopilot. They may clarify or attempt to deny but lets say they break down and wail about something thats concerning them they’d been trying to hide within. Those are the energy fields of which I’m speaking and they’re powered by your chest as your heart contains an immense amount of glial cells as does your abdomen and its from here intuition springs. Truly, you are the god that is missing in action if you haven’t imperienced these potentials and that ignorance is due to the conditioning of the System that built the Mind Made Prison in your head between the ages of zero and twenty six. At that point, for most, the script is fixed hence most people end up living and dying as the wackest version of themselves. Not for nothing was it said that people perish due to a lack of Knowledge and the other hint about meekly inheriting the Earth if what kicks when your lifeless corpse made of carbon is lowered back into it at the end of your current spin of this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits.

Tell me, on an intuitive level, does what I said make sense or sound like gibberish? Dare you reality test these concepts or are you quite content with the script you are currently animating via the OS inside your head that uses various elements and forces to ensure your compliance with the whims of a System that demands you place you implicit faith in it and will never, ever mention the type of things I’m talking. Its a Game of three halves, my friend. There is what you know you know. What you know you don’t know and what you don’t know you don’t know. I’ve spent quite a few incarnations focused on the third aspect hence I can share these concepts because how many of you were aware of the snake, the mouse and monkey inside your head and how they exert and influence on making your life what it is?

Once you step upon the Path of Power and begin deconditioning it is akin to a butterfly leaping from a chrysalis and spreading its wings as its says “This is more like it! Now I know what I was missing“. For many this is nigh on impossible as they are so plugged into the Matrix and its programming designed to keep you at the lowest form of resonance with totally messed up energetics that are taught to keep looking outside of themselves for answers and solutions that are never forthcoming. For proof see your lineage, the countless billions suffering and why the world is how it is. Simply put if the old ways actually worked what I’m saying would be common Knowledge and our lives would be filled with the radiance of Inner Sense entwined with a sense of gnosis that knows not only their Self from within but also above and beyond this dimension as once traces their origin and gets familiar with the nature of the Soul that is truly them and incarnated into this realm to play this Game with really good graphics that you project via your consciousness.

Granted this was once common Knowledge, once upon a when. Its why legends and myths (and herstory as well, yes, there is a difference hence the flipped spelling) tell of supermen doing fantastic things in ages they called golden then silver and bronze. We, currently, are in the age of iron and its coming to and end because they will, via the magic of silicon, create a walking frame for higher states of consciousness that regulate the actions of the snake, the mouse and the monkey to create a new breed of human I call Techno Sapiens via various forms of augmentation but I’m here to say this:

All of that is entirely optional. You can, should you wish, recode your own internal OS using various methods of Self realization that pay far greater dividends than the subscription service based on social credit they’ll demand from coming generations when people are split and tiered based on their genetic heritage and projected potential. Its a brave new world, my friend, and the old order of the ages is getting a remix as we step to the house of the water bearer who promises to pour countless riches upon those with the ears to hear and discern the wisdom as they sift the noiZ they inherited from their original Psylense which extends throughout this realm and its inhabitants and all the dimensions that coalesced to form this whole “Living in a body on a planet” thing because the Game is entirely mental and the mind (aka Soul manifesting as the Witness) is a universal constant that, for most, remains hidden beneath their greatest fears and all the conditioning poured in an attempt to render it invisible whilst asking them to focus elsewhen.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

As a parting shot I’d like you to comprehend that the snake wants nothing less than safety, the mouse craves satisfaction and the monkey is all about connection. Seen from that lens it will make a hell of lot more sense when the semi sentient synthetic sex robots slash humanoid companions step in in a bit as they offer to tick all of those boxes as they erect a different kind of Mind Made Prison for the collective as well as new commands on how to dig the Reality Tunnel that sustains in and, once again, it will be nigh on invisible to the former Christian, atheist, mystic Soul from previous incarnations who manifests in and looks at the transhumanism movement in full swing and classes anyone who speaks out against it or questions whats truly happening as an ancient relic that is worse that Hitler himself.

Print this out and keep it. Pass it along the generations as testimony of when it happens because another interesting thing about the Game is its entirely scripted but within these wavelengths we all posses the potential to increase our resonance aka Are you the wackest or best version of your Self?

Till we meet again

You’ve heard me mention the Rolodex plenty of times, yes? Let me offer proof of its existence that you’re welcome to reality test when it kicks. Ready?

“When the last time?” is the subroutine that drops into play the moment you’re faced with a situation that induces any type stress – real or imagined – so your Rolodex spins quicker than you can think back to anything else that fits the Pattern. This is why childhood felt so much more vivid and it also highlights one of the greatest tricks of the predator of consciousness as he feeds you labels in lieu of sensations but the most pernicious thing is how following the voice in your head (that interprets the dataset then directs your awareness) means you can leave so much on the table when a winning hand was in your grip but you daren’t flip that chip and bet on Self.

Read that back, my friend, as its quite possibly the most profound insight I’ve shared yet and this is something so universal that anyone can reality test it and report back their findings because its something that, once clicks, can never be forgotten and thus you can make better choices by realizing you always have options because negative thoughts are there to challenge. Here are a few practical hints on how to put this into effect:

You walk into a job interview. You’re fully prepped and know you’ll ace the test but, for some strange reason, you start feeling anxious out of nowhere and the voice in your head says “Abandon ship!” and makes your chest thunder to prove its point as your knees start shaking. “What T F?” says one who has awakened the Warrior within because the present makes no sense considering how it was all perfect. You ask:

“When else did I feel like this?” as you lower your head and place a hand on your chest. Ignore the jibber jabber from the fool upstairs and perceive the sensation in your chest as thats where the Rolodex sits. “Of course!” you exclaim, with a grin. The person doing the interview reminds you a lot of a teacher you detested, back when, who has never popped into your head since you escaped from the camp of concentrations grip. Why did it draw the link? Who knows? Remember, the subcon processes billions of bits per second compared to the 8 (give or take) the Adulterated aspect in your head can handle so it could be something as simple as the way they dress and present themselves as well as general demeanor or it could be an entire conglomerate of random blips like:

“It was a Tuesday, back when, and it felt like Bison had graced my village as I failed the spelling contest and today is the same day and this is kind of like that but I didn’t remember this until I saw the map on the wall and it reminded how much I hated geography class because that teacher yelled at me and said I was tap dancing so there is no way in hell we can give an A One performance in this type of event”.

All of this happens in less than a millisecond, hence the random shift and why I say one should do the Knowledge as you are puzzle that can only be solved by gaining Knowledge of Self as each one has our own sketch within with certain colored tickets that call for attention. In the above situation you knew you’d prepped, felt confident and life was correct so you’d picked up a load of greens and were feeling trill till the above map blinked a red which made the previously orange day shift its resonance which, in turn, reminded you of the opposite of a win which caused another shift that cascaded into you recollecting how you really wanted to dance and how thats a performance which links in with an interview, yes? Pretty cool, isn’t it? Well, it is when you do the Knowledge as it can be a major bish if you live and die in ignorance of this principle. That, my friend, is how you avoid F’ing your life up, accidentally on purpose.

Everyone does it and I Know the inside of my consciousness like the back of my fist and its not like the Rolo does this on purpose. But it does. Sort of. Check it:

Jack and Jill are walking through the jungle. She is cautious. He isn’t. When she spots something rustling in the brush she reaches out to his limb and says “Be careful” with a sing song lilt. Jacks Rolodex is filled with loads of times he pushed it to the hilt and threw caution to the wind as he is the chiefs kid and thus expected to win. Its why she finds him so attractive as she is far more timid and was so surprised that he picked her out of all of the rest as there were many that wanted him. He replies, with a grin, “Why are you always so scared of everything? Don’t you know who you’re with?” as he rushes in. She hears a snarl, then a yell and feels her heart leap in her chest. Frozen to the spot and totally incapable of doing anything else as her Rolo spins and starts catastrophizing a billion and one things and none of them make her grin. “He’s dead. There was a tiger, tigering and she’s probably using him as a toothpick now. Oh, what a foolish idiot”. Time stands still, her life feels like it has ended and her stress levels are so immense that she forgets the threat is to another and now starts taking it personal which causes the Rolodex to spin again and heap on further problems on top until, suddenly, she spots a familiar grin and sees her man waving his wood as he tells her a tale about how there was a crocodile in there, waiting to spring and drag one or both in, and he, thinking quick, jabbed it in the eye with the big stick he keeps on the hip and that made it reconsider its options as it scuttled back into the water to get a drink instead of feasting on one or both of them.

She doesn’t hear any of this. Inside its like she’s just left a concert with ears ringing and things moving in slow motion as her entire nervous system was primed for an event that was the opposite of this and now is chaos can’t be calmed ergo she cannot process this and, instead, starts violently shaking from limb to limb and is on the brink of collapsing due to stress. He runs over and catches her as she lays, convulsing and then starts crying as she grins and commences to harangue him for what he did and how he’s so stupid, “Why take so many risks?” etc but, in the back of her head, she knows that why she picked and dreamed of him as this will just be another legend added on to what will certainly become a fine chieftain who leads by example as the epitome of fearlessness.

As you can probably guess there could be some type of problem when they have kids if the boy takes after her and the girl is masculine as gender roles, back when, were way more solid than the current flex as no one is taking orders from a princess, no matter what Disney says. On the flip, each could chip off the old block in which case everyone grins or, in those rare combinations, we may see a child emerge from the mix that takes the best of both and blends to create something so totally unique and different it could be classed as a new wavelength of consciousness hence why intuition is feminine and daring is masculine, my friend. In related, he could have picked a woman just like him and they have kids that don’t give an F and end up dead in a couple of gens. Nature is smarter than people think its why, back when, the marriage relationships were handled by the village Shaman who said:

“So, you can choose her from the village in which the people are neat freak geeks as she springs from a family that can tell you exactly which herb does what in the jungle or there is another who is more tomboyish as she’s the first girl to spring from a long line of men that beget nothing but sons ergo she may be special as my friend (who does the same thing for them) thinks that if nature waited so long before doing this its certainly worthy of inspection. Finally we have Jill whose mother and whole female lineage have dreams, prophetic, with no Shamanic training as its just a natural skill. She’s not as robust as the one in the mid or as smart as the first pick but she does have her charms so when I go out next to do a circuit you come with and have a swift eyeball to tell me who you pick and we’ll handle the rest, dig?”.

Obviously because Jack was the son of the chief it was different as he didn’t matchmake for everyone but they did, out of respect, come and meet him with who they’d select for his blessings, references and guidance. Case in point, a man rolled in with a girl he’d selected and the medicine man read their energetics and said:

“Go to the third hill beyond the mountain and on its summit there are some flowers growing, red, on thin black stems. Pick some, bring them home, dry them and have her mix them with water and drink on nights when the moon is but a thin crescent”.

So he did. Much like now, people don’t question the medics and do as they said instead. If we asked the other villages female geek she would have said, super quick:

“Dong Quai. Balances Yin, optimizes bloodflow and nutrients”.

This is how it was done did, back when, as the Shaman was akin to a DJ that was beat matching the energetics of his little collective as he surfed a higher octave of consciousness ergo one never related within the village (as all were seen as kin) due to the Self similarity of genes therein but went “hunting” at a distance. If, on the flip, he spotted a problem in the pairings vibration he flat out rejected the proposal and it mattered not what either said because its a case of “Not in my village! If the others let you in then cool, hit the bricks (that don’t exist yet)”. Now, to us, this may seem extreme but there was immense depth behind the reasoning as it takes but one apple to ruin the whole cart and some towns had a rep as their morals were pre-loosened and only get slacker still when they’re let off the chain ergo you can probably guess what kicks when an adulterous nympho in fancy dress invades his ecosystem by getting hitched to a man she never truly wanted but desired, instead, the pick of the litter among the rest who were more than open to a tryst in secret as eggs were slipped like a cuckoos nest, as per her intent. He, basically, nipped problems in the bud by preventing the flower from rooting its stem and it wasn’t up for discussion as he could sense the vibrations and this is what he did as the land taught him well about the mysteries of heaven and his presence within a fractal in which everything is talking…

I miss those times. I really do. Future memories too but isn’t that a hint that one should try and be present and find the wonder in the current situation as well where man drifts in the bliss of an engineered ignorance or is the fact that I recollect the above the reason I feel it doesn’t fit and that I’m just visiting this realm? Or maybe thats the point ergo I can send this text to the web to inspire recollections in the rest from the scenes I’m creating inside your head with the hope of resonating your chest and its wavelength?

People these days literally don’t have a clue and, worse still, act on the cues of the voice in their head whilst never, ever stopping to reflect:

“Wait a sec! How the heck can I be it when I’m obviously that which listens?“.

Like I said, the simplest of things are the easiest to miss when you’ve been trained, well, to run the treadmill. We still have “shamans” but they are more like sham men, if you dig, as its either some hippy dip in a kaftan that will sell you some trips that make you feel totally spiritual or they wear suits and ties and call themselves CEOs instead. Difference is, back when, the Game was different. Remember how I said that nobody would take orders from a princess? Well, picture this:

A King can go and select any common woman he picks and, by the power of status, she becomes his Queen and the rest must act in accordance or there is a problem. She, on the flip, can do no such thing and her man must settle with titles such as Duke, Earl and the rest (laid thick) but he’ll always just be the guy the Queen is sleeping with. Kind of like Mario and his Princess who, I guess, likes a bit of rough or he knows how to lay the pipe, real well. As much as things change, they tend to stay the same. Thats the Game, my friend, as it hints that a man can bring the best out of a woman ergo he must also do for Self as a happy relationship is one in which there is a trickle down effect of resonance that comes from coherence that forms the north star by which both orient their vessel in order to avoid matrimonial shipwreck as there cannot be two captains. Equality be damned! If that was the case the Yin/Yang wouldn’t spin as its all about complementary opposites or, like Rocky said, “The pieces fit”. Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. Also, as I mentioned the quaking and shaking. Check this:

Its a natural stress response that we, the “civilized”, have learned to suppress and thus the stress, unexpressed, keeps on piling. Worse still is that children are natural Warriors when they step in (and thus far closer to the Shaman mindset) and thus they stamp their feet to show their discontent at energetic systems filled with a resonance they simply cannot accept. What kicks is they are grounding their sacrum via their heels and thus discharging the current whilst their parents Thunk it insolent disrespect, yell then scream they should “Stop crying!” and its these two words, my friend, that ruined your life, back when so even if I’ve shared one method to get ahead it would behoove one to do the Knowledge and gain heart centered consciousness instead as then you’ll be dodging bullets in the ethereal realms before they get a chance to manifest here and penetrate flesh as the Game is one thing but applies, currently, to both definitions really well:

Mental.

Till we meet again

I would like you to imagine you have a piece of hardware to use in your life. You could surf the web, edit texts or make pics look nice as well as pretty much anything else you think. Here’s the rub:

The standard user base that everyone picks has the most apps and stuff but comes with an immense subscription, always runs like a mess and is generally sloppy as hell. On the up, everyone uses it. Next we have something more refined and elegant which, once used, hints the public version is nerfed on purpose with loads of excess bloat and crap. It is, to make it less attractive, not as supported and, stranger still, has a covert app store which is invisible without password access. It seems very plain and basic as well in comparison to the bells and whistles presented for retail consumption. The third option is the one next to nobody picks:

You must code your own operating system. You can use the tools that preexist and may even reverse engineer the competition. Its time consuming, for certain, and really takes some skills but you end up with mental software which is lean and crisp that does exactly what you’ve specced super well. Thing is the others in this fixed race don’t like this and thus will attempt to create propriety tech protocols so only those using their OS may communicate with convenience as well unveiling the latest must have apps which are swiftly pressed into trending as the people congregate exactly where they said, when, and paying their own contribution to remain jacked in.

Back in the days people who had rebel mindsets were threatened with excommunication. You may have heard of this. This was, in a nutshell, being removed from the group chat and thus could be seen as a fate worse than death. The internet has existed in many forms before the silicon version and it always will as its but a cheap imitation of something far more elegant and original. This is often what the third type of user attempts to regain access to within this land of illusion where confusion is sold as wisdom and people accept ignorance as the way it is whilst never stopping to comprehend that they were, once upon a when, intensely curious about absolutely everywhen. Ask your Self, what is the difference between now and childhood beyond the mental software you possess? What differs in an enemy of the state or countrymen? How about considering the shift between wake and dreaming? Can you state what, exactly, changes and why the resonance between both forms of mindset seems fundamentally incompatible and what it could hint at?

There is data “out there” and the same “in here” plus an interpretation layer therein. They differ in res, perception and point of reference as well as a few other variables but are, otherwise, identical. This is what shifts under the influence of a hallucinogen and why I always recommend fighting couples take an MDMA trip somewhere distant with fresh energetics as they’ll either come out content and accepting or happily end it with no problems. Empathy is, in many ways, the bridge but you’ll note most pick from the Seven instead. Thats because we’re a fallen people, and yet, the One Oh Eight Chambers are always an option. Not the most popular nor easy to access but present, nonetheless. The hardware is your flesh, the software your cultural operating system you inherited from parents and, in an ironic twist, the user using the use of all of this is nothing more or less than pure consciousness. Comprehending that in the flesh is pretty mind bending on this level hence why they invented religions which were swiftly corrupted and institutionalized instead as means of manipulation and profit extraction. Shh, none dare call it conspiracy. Except the poor old schizophrenic who gets a depot end in the rear end for his troubles. Thats a different kind of excommunication as anyone tainted with the label of outsane mental health is never seen the same again by the rest who, ostensibly, preach all kinds of tolerance. As long as you use the exact same version of their internal OS. Here’s the kicker:

Its because they were trying to use an earthbound OS to comprehend greater things beyond the ken of the coders and intended use application. This is why I’ve said the only difference between a mad man and mystic is the latter swims where the former is drowning as his mental software comes equipped to handle the higher currents of resonance whereas the nutter is attempting to navigate Neptune using a GPS loaded with maps of his home planet. “Who you gonna believe? Me or your lying eyes?” says the voice in his head he’s certain isn’t him but was sold as as the all singing, all dancing paperclip assistant thats already ready to help but, somehow, took over the temple and made it all about him as he convinced you you’re it. Sound familiar or are we tipping into the fringe of what you’ve been told to expect in your regularly scheduled programming? Now, the funny thing with the standard OS is it has many, many different versions that are, fundamentally, identical but often quite incompatible. This is for a reason: Profit.

You inherited yours from your parents, two decades of legally mandated camps of concentration but, most effectively, peers and media training. This is why Grandpa Simpson said they changed what it was and the new thing isn’t what he finds familiar and comfortable. This is the same reason each gen says the next gens tunes are trash but we finally may have scraped the barrel and proven it correct on this spin as its been terrible for years and basic as hell. Much like peoples operating systems ergo the generic generation, as specced, to provide a springboard for Techno Sapiens once the Weebs get their Waifus and begin to sex them… Stranger things have happened but let me ref an interesting detail of the sketch:

Weebs are, by definition, not Japanese but, for some reason, are head over heels with the Orient and what it reps so they worship from a distance that which they place on an immense pedestal. This is due to them rejecting their parents mental software revisions and, often, they may either be recalling an old spin or what comes next as well as flat out going against the grain for no reason they can comprehend and this was the first pot they found to whizz and thus they’ve been slinging it from the same window since. I suspect I have a way of proving this but it needs more reality testing before being shared with the public. Another fascinating glitch is this:

If your lineage has unpatched bugs left in the code the next gen inherit then its like gambling as the genius who pops up, unexpected, actually strung together a Royal Flush whereas his cousin, the schizophrenic, had a Straight. Almost the same, but different till you get to regular old OCD which is a High Card in this scheme. Do you underdig? Most people update their OS regularly with the things they said and thus, for many, these potentials are prevented but as various glitches and things attest humans are capable of pretty fantastic things. Just consider Idiot Savants. The guy can, on one hand, have some real problems at the most basic levels but, on the flip, can draw an immensely complex scene, picture perfect, with a glimpse as well as do complex maths in his head without breaking a sweat and much, much more which hints what I said about us being dumbed down versions of our true potential as perfect for one edge of his seesaw dips into the shadows depth whilst another aspect sits in pure luminance which didn’t need to be schooled to develop said skills. Its worth considering, yes?

Each stage of the Game, country, race, fandom, religion and anything else you can think has its own particular perks and quirks in its OS and this is, often, why we make friends as they “talk our language” as so much is already coded in that it doesn’t need to be said and its why parents just don’t understand as they’re tuned to another resonance that only exists inside their heads and they want nothing else than to perfectly replicate it in their kids as they feel is great as it is. This is the parasite of consciousness speaking aka the architect of the mental software in your head that was designed, primarily, to ensure he sits at the helm of your awareness and you don’t click the trick but follow its edicts instead. This is why he who awakens the Warrior within, on spec, codes his own programming that is wildly different from the rest as they comprehended, on some level, they ain’t that which speaks but he who peeps Game silently. Or should that be Psylently as, once upon a when, this was the factory standard OS and its still Self evident as the mindset of each child that steps in as the embodiment of pure Inner Sense that asks a billion and one questions, ponders everything and accepts nothing without rigorous reality testing and a many types of comparisons to see if it truly makes sense and, even then, its all a negotiation as a new bright spark can change the rest of the engineered darkness which is a threat if people are unlit candles who pay light bills instead, eh? Starting to see the script and how you are not it, my friend?

Till we meet again