You’re either a Thinker or Follower

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

A Day in the Life on an Average Parent

If your children grew up to feel the same level of internal contentment as you do in your current state of embodiment would you feel you’d failed them? Its a natural trait for one to intend to propel their seed to greater heights than they are capable hence standing on the shoulders of giants. That phrase, however, isn’t quite as accurate when compared with kneeling at the feet of midgets or prone prostration pon pieds of the petitely physically proportioned if you prefer poeticized political correctness.

Actually that should make evident what the nature of that trick is because the excessive verbiage can be used to send hidden signals to your awareness as opposed to the original mode of communication which was simple and direct because just coming out and saying “Strength is ignorance” without the acclimatization process would make the frogs in the pot with heat turned up in increments leap to awareness in order to save themselves. Softly, softly catchee monkey or in this case retune a clockwork orangutan who embodies the pure basics of man and thus is mankind in the flesh with a click-whirr mechanism slotted in where there should be Self. Anyway, I digress so lets get back to this:

Parents want their children to be happier, stabler, wiser and generally a better version of them when it comes to so many things but often they end repeating what their folks did to them and assisting in the adulteration of their realm by repatterning them to think like them. This is generally done out of ignorance but for a moment consider this:

Mother works hard and is stressed as she collects the kids from the babysitter as they’re wailing. At the time they need the most reassurance and affection she simply can’t provide because their cries are grating on the one last nerve she possesses as she attempts to direct her vehicle through heavy traffic. Father has had a worse day and is simply in no mood for this and seriously considers not going home directly and blowing off some steam instead with a few cool beverages but then reminds himself he made a promise to his wife to keep these tendencies in check and feels a welling sense of resentment and obligation. “I work damn hard to provide everything for her and these kids and she’s got the balls to tell me this? Why I should…” boils the inner dialogue as the pressure builds in his head as he sits in packaged carriage that smells of exhaustion and body odors as well as the all permeating psychosphere of those who feel similar to him but strive daily to keep it in as they live out a masked, inauthentic existence.

Pretty common situation, yes? Happens time and again all over the planet and is probably playing out in the minds of many playas of the Game of Souls at this very moment but lets not get maudlin. Instead we’ll consider the children. Lets say in this equation one is six and the sibling is half this minus one. Both are literally and metaphorically cutting their teeth in existence and they are generally unaware of their parents stress or anything else outside of them because they’re still rooted in Self meaning they are the center of everything and want all the attention, this instant.

How do you think these parents handle them, given what we know of their previous experience and current frame of reference? Now some may slide on another mask, that of Concerned Parent, as they coo and go through the motions of what they think is expected and appropriate but if you ask them they’ll readily admit their heart wasn’t in it and they’re doing it for the childs benefit. On the flip there are those who will scream and shout, the perennial war cry in their house “Stop crying. This instant!” and boy will they mean it because its not just the children and their constant need for attention, no. Its every single bad thing thats happened that day, week, year, heck the entirety of their existence and on top of that this sentient ball of cells that I bought into this realm is daring to act like this? Granted that part is generally unconscious but it certainly is authentic as a vein was tapped within that they themselves are scared of touching and there is a very deep metaphysical aspect to this which we’ll cover in another message. For now consider this:

The child knows instinctively within their parent is pedaling fakeness in the first scenario which has them offering a plastic grin as they sense it in their embodied awareness that there is a lot missing from this signal in contrast to entries they’ve previously filed in to their mental Rolodex that stores their experience and is the basis of the story they’ll tell themselves and then grow into when they become version Two point Oh of them. All of the neurosis and impingement, now with Twenty Three point Five percent less happiness! Welcome to the Game of Souls, you’ve just had a glimpse at a fundamental process which is rendered invisible due to inculcated ignorance and the reticence for Slaves to look within and wrestle with the root of their problems because, nine out of ten, its inception were when they were kids. Now picture this:

As much as you live in your head which swims with words, thoughts and concepts children are just a firmly anchored in to their feelings at the present moment. Its why one can yell and punish them for doing something that they later feel was excessive and feel guilt for overreacting as they go to their room to check on them and see they’re happily playing. The child filed that imperience but moved on to the next moment as all they known from when they’re born is how to be present. The job of the System and their parents is to teach them how dwell in their head instead, partially disconnected, with an awareness that flits from past to future events, fantasies and distractions. Anything but here and now because that feels quite hellish. Don’t believe? Take anyone over twenty six currently walking in this realm and place them in a room without distractions and stimulus for thirty minutes and see what happens. Actually you don’t need to do this because the results are obvious and this offers an immense hint about what I said.

Now imagine the body not as bones and flesh but an electronic circuit in which there are loads of light emitting diodes wired up to illuminate the entire thing from within. When we roll into this realm they are, as standard equipment, fully connected and this beams out as sheer confidence, presence and a powerful sense of engagement with the moment. Its something stunning to witness as the nature of osmosis means that which is overflowing in them blows the dust off your old circuits and, for a minute, they pulse within and you feel quite magnificent but then the old tricks and deception slide in and you look to the world for enlightenment. In the Adulterated these centers, which I call the Three Kingdoms, are partially activated every now and then. The thing is the child has a much larger Relative Scale of Impact which amplifies their presence and mixes it in with their illumination. You can try this imperiment to test for yourself as the results are often quite interesting:

Wait until your child is sprawled on the floor, totally enrapt in what they’re doing. Drawing is a good one because of the activate hemispheric dominance and the coherence it brings as the impulse pours through them and they’re concentrating to capture it and express it in their pic. Whilst keeping as much of a poker face as you can and not directing your awareness at them start bringing up all the rage, hate and stress of which you’ve got an abundance within and you’ll notice a moment when they look up at you with a quizzical expression as they’re trying to figure out what happened to the lightshow within that caused it to dim for no apparent reason. Babies evidence this well naturally if you don’t wish to try it as they automatically reject and cry in the presence of those who are incoherent as they literally generate a state of discomfort which is due entirely to the limits which resonance with them brings.

This is also a great reason to borrow a baby if you’re going to do a home viewing because they feelsee in an instant through the window dressing and get down to the energetic connection and expression of the building they’re in. Its all about coherence and we’re born naturally in it but so very few sustain this presence and its a thing of great sadness when you think of it.

Now because the Adulterated parent went through a similar process in which their deadened caregivers imposed their will, dealt with bills and the chagrin of having to eke out an existence which isn’t what they hoped, dreamed or expected they cause these natural lights to dim for reasons way to self serving and complex to add to this already hefty and weighty missive. Just know, this happened to you and out of ignorance you’ll propagate it on your kids as you install the same (if not worse) Patterns then send them out into this realm. This is the equivalent of a bird attaching pebbles to the wings of its chicks and then pushing them off the edge. Brutal image but it is what it is.

It takes around two and half decades for these lights to be fully extinguished. In general you can still find them, mostly present and correct in madmen, poets and mystics. For the former they strobe and pulsate like a discotheque as the imagery is pounding and pouring in from this dimension and the next and they are set adrift. Up the creek. In the deep end. This is a topic we’ll examine as we progress. The poet is often birthed in solitude, frequently prone to probing within as there are no others to provide distraction as they try to make sense of anothers actions or events and thus, by accident, they often trip a switch that shines its brilliance but they, in their darkness, comprehend not the medium as the rush to capture the message. The mystic comes in many forms and sees the nature of the illusion and picks his senses up and turns them within as he deprograms the Systems influence and releases the resistance that doesn’t serve him and ends up connecting to Self and thus reawakening the Inner Sense of innocence after sifting and discarding the Adulterants.

Oh, how the world hates them. All three really, if we’re being frank, because of the implications of their existence and the underlying processing the System did to shift the once internally glowing kids into shadows of themselves, trapped in a living hell of the Mind Made Prison that they dwell within and will deny with vehemence till their very end as they cling to foreign concepts, externally introduced to them, much the same way a drowning man would clutch a brick. Both are just as effective in speeding up their end and inhibiting any potential solutions. The System is nothing if not efficient in this sense, as it should be due to being refined, again and again, by those at the helm of realm and their intent for it and their subjects caught up in the Game of Souls and generally ignorant of this.

Now, getting back to the man of the house as he exits stinking carriage and can’t wait to tell his wife what he thinks of her constant nagging and impingement on the one bit of happiness he has left after she chased off all his friends and all but isolated him and rules with an iron fist which is subject to random whims and seemingly senseless shifts in which he always feels like he’s the problem. “After all I do for her, for them, this ungratefulness must end. I am a man, I deserve respect” he rehearses in his head. I’m going to say this, then she’ll say that and then I reply with this and she gets it then I win. He is still angry but its now tempered with a slight confidence and the beginnings of a grin as he, ever optimistic, sees the green shoots of a new way of living start to spring as he rounds the corner to his building and opens the door of their apartment.

Inside, its raining din. The baby is screaming, his wife looks at him and shoots a piercing glint as she says “Here, take this” and roughly drops their seed into his aching limbs as she heads off to deal with the kid who has been complaining endlessly about what her teacher said, another boy did and how its not fair. Plus on top of that her teeth are wobbling and this ones hurting, “Mummy can’t you please so something?”, as the baby in his arms starting wailing with a renewed vigorance and the pressure within builds up, inch by inch.

Nothing unusual about any of this, yes? Just another day in the world that is known well by many parents but this is exactly it. Its this incoherence between outward expression, internal sensation and the fact most adults are totally disconnected which at the root of all the problems that currently inhabit this realm. There is a coherence in this because if one asks the question “What is the source of this problem?” the answer invariably is:

“Previous events“. Without getting into the mysteries of history where the truth was obscured and replaced by script its worth knowing this – Life on Earth was once great. People connected with each other, themselves and the planet whilst some nurtured the spark of higher consciousness into the purple flame of the alchemical process and offered guidance plus insight to the rest. All that was gone with the wind, water and fire as well and the same will happen again because the past is the future and there is no end when you’re living in 1/81 and this level of the Game, euphemistically called the Valley of the Plebs, represents an ebb in our collective awareness as we sink to the depths of ignorance and champion it as they way to live. Such is the price of being disconnected and its what happens when someone is trapped in a house where the lights long dimmed and they’re simply going through the motions, filling in days till death, whilst repeating the process for the generation called next as they instill Patterns and Programs to make them miserable as well.

Add on top of this the normalized narcissism which is a signal of the uptick to a transition of the playing field which will soon begin its shift from carbon to silicon in order to sow the seeds of this happening all again. Its why they say there is nothing new under the sun and why you knew the nature of an old devil well. The implications for what I’ve shared are immense if you can comprehend the message but to make a long story longer I’ll say this then jet:

To be in the world and not of it is the only sane response to the madness which is socially sanctioned and was then poured into your heads. Just being aware of this can make an immense difference as it generates options where previously there were click-whirr Patterns that did their thing and provided the illusion of thinking when you’re actually Thunking instead. Big difference. Even bigger implications when implied for the collective. Now, the root cause of your suffering can be traced back to your upbringing and the imperiences coded therein, the conclusions drawn from these events, what was repressed at great depths and that you wish you could forget as well the events that fractured in your inner realm and lead to the death of coherence as then the System piled in and caused your lights to dim and you join the rest, an Adulterated pleb. A Slave in my parlance as such a Soul is held captive by a great many things, least of all a (false) self and they form the overwhelming majority of the planet. Totally ignorant of this and resentful for anyone pointing it out whilst they seek fruitless solutions or engage in destructive habits.

If what I’ve said has caused a shift within, a twinkle of awareness, a recognizance like “Yes, yes, I’d felt something like this but couldn’t express it as eloquent” or just an “Interesting, I wonder where he’s going with this?” then congratulate your Self because you are one of the 8% and could fine well unleash the Warrior within, should you wish, and thus flip the script and that is where it gets very, very interesting as most of us are currently inactive. Why is this? The System. Its designed to prevent this resurrection and chooses to confine it instead to the land of myths and religion as opposed to here and now existence as the threat of the optimized, actualized and fully present signals an end to the reign of the midgets in front of whom you’re currently kneeling. To wrap it up real quick because I’ve waxed political, philosophical and metaphysic in this to no end:

How flexible are you willing to be? How far are you willing to examine your inner realm? If not for yourself (who can reap benefits immense via choosing Journeying as a way of solving the problems of existence) then for your kids?

See, this really is the test between who can sift the pure milk of wisdom from the Adulterating presence of the waters of ignorance which thins and renders unfulfilling what once naturally flowed without end from within. Know this, it can if you wish but just like it took twenty six years to dim your internal circuits you’ll have to overcome a lot of resistance to one again awaken and embody the child within. Its why it is quoted “Many are called, few chosen” as the elect select themselves and differentiate between the self with a small S and the Self which hears my message as its from there I’m speaking because real recognize real and the familiarity this brings we can spring from a living hell whilst uplifting everyone else and I genuinely do suspect that is the meaning of all of this and its endless recycling because if we, as a collective, currently the fail the test this stage brings there is no choice but to reset and do it all again.

In a nutshell the outer skin may be bitter and taste just like hell but those who digest the content find heaven within. Contrast that with the modern world that offers sweetness to your lips via its dizzying array of services and you try hard to ignore the fact it turns to poison, ingested, as you pay the price for choosing ignorance. By the way, you should accept none of this and actively attempt to challenge what I present as incorrect. You can start off by finding a reason for why all children, without exception, step in shining but this glow starts to dim around age six in ever increasing increments. Why is this? What is being said in a language the people don’t comprehend but feel, nonetheless? Could life truly be a Game of three halves in which most refuse to click that the ladies are tainted, I repeat, the ladies are tainted and dealing from a stacked deck using fake chips?

What if all of this I’ve said is simply one thread that, when grasped, reveals a massive decep that has implications that extend way beyond the flesh? What then? For many the very scale of this causes a state of petrifaction but others may just stop and comprehend how they got tricked in to accepting a life they never wished and the reason for such dream selling as well in which they tell that “One day, I’ll do it!”.

Except they won’t. And neither will your children. Unless you do the Knowledge, my friend… What if thats the main aim of the Game and the rest is but a distraction? Even if I’m not correct its still an option so why would you pick anything less than wisdom? I guess you’re either a thinker or follower in that respect.

Till we meet again

A View From the Source

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

Awakening the Warrior Within

Every child that steps into this realm is a Warrior, within. That term I use to refer to one that is Centered in Self, totally coherent and thus radiant as they Know (capital K) they are an aspect of the Prime, pre-existing made flesh. You too, once upon a when, were just this, my friend. What happened? Do you know? Better yet, can you tell the difference between your original state and current Adulteration? What if I said that its everything you think you know that is the problem ergo one must be willing to lose their mind (conditioned) in order to come to their senses? Would that freak you out? Prefer to keep running the treadmill in ignorance? If so then its time to hit eject and select another corner of the web and, by the way, tell all your friends, fam and kin never, ever to check out the willhelpme project, yes?

Now thats the 81% out of the way lets speak to those capable of awakening the Warrior within:

Two words shattered your inner realms. Two of them. Its a very pernicious spell that I detailed in that article and, since then, things were never the same again. Oh, sure, there were some good moments and fun times but you’ve been force fed labels in lieu of imperience and faced a dramatic drop in res. Am I lying or is that sketch most accurate? Do not believe me, aim to disprove everything I said by reality testing as these are just my perspects and yours could, would and should be different. Thats what doing the Knowledge is as its can’t be bought, stolen, traded or gifted. It is, instead, developed by removing each blockage and obstacle within. I said two words turned your inner realms into a private hell. Well, the truth of the matter is, for many, the ground was already wrecked when they were first developing as it can be something akin to a career woman finding out she’s pregnant and feeling an immense wave of regret at not using protection that the child takes as rejection of his essence, unwanted. After this they may binge watch loads of mess on television which beams in the same resonance of disposable relationships plus an air, selfish, and this generates further incoherence that fractures what is developing in ways most subtle but Self evident when you take a look at the current gen. I know everyone since the dude who pushed Platos pen to the present has said the same thing but none of them had lived to Witness the Idiocracy Effect in the flesh as our caveman brains simply were not made to handle such an immense influx of information and near constant stimulation which is, in the end, draining. Add in fake foods, out of seasonly cooled fruits, forever chemicals and the rest of this heady mix and you’ll certainly catch my drift and maybe even hear me on FM. What can you do about this? The Knowledge.

This process is akin to examining everything at an immense depth and tracing back the sensations to their base point of resonance and then accepting it. Take all you Thunk you know about the psychology of ones inner realms and throw it in the recycling because none of that old stuff worked and that was exactly as intended. Its why Doctors are the third leading cause of death and the entire industry is corrupted to push pills as I said in another article because we are broken people who don’t truly want to fix a thing if that means looking within and changing. To the Slaves, the 81%, the very concept terrifies them so they cling to their beliefs like a drowning man with a brick. The Warrior is willing to relinquish this veneer of social acceptance and thus stops treading water and makes his way to the beach that is waiting. Once there he may feelsee a familiar newness as he steps into the Cave and perceives… Him. With a multisensory VR helmet tied to his head living a life of fakeness in order to deny what truly kicks. Nobody can admit this. Just ask a schizophrenic who glimpsed beyond the veil and had an army of flying monkeys set at him and if he dared yelp what they were doing they’ll stick a depot injection in his rear end with no due process or ability to challenge the decision. Can you see the tracks of the treadmill yet or why you spent nearly two decades being taught how to sit still and look ahead with focused attent whilst stressing about doing well on the test so your parents wouldn’t withdraw their affection? The church uses the same model as does politics and, in an ironic twist, pimps as well. Its called the second oldest profession for a reason, ya dig? The first? Acting.

They are all actors. Especially the 11% as they follow scripts, doled out as and when, to keep this three ring circus in full effect as the Game of Souls is an immense attraction and we are currently playing it on the hardest level one can imagine. Listen, I’m not saying I’m a hater. Far from it. There are loads of things about this realm that I really, really dig because I am, after all, a god in the flesh. You as well. To some that sounds blasphemous but others comprehend my drift about the eternal flame of consciousness that currently manifests in the candle made of flesh you’re wearing but how many click the shadows on the wall that are projected are mere illusions designed to draw you in and how, without your illumination, none of this exists? I know, thats a head trip, isn’t it? Good because you might just swing a left, reverse a rite and make your way back to your chest (aka the Middle Kingdom) which is where Inner Sense dwells. At the moment it contains the embers of your childhood and a whole load of other things you suppressed as trauma, timelines and trance is what kicks. Let me tell you something:

Everyone is in a state of hypnosis. Twenty Four/Seven. Its an entirely natural way because, back when, you used to stare out of the window, daydreaming, in a phase of dissociation as your mind wandered. Its exactly this as this is what I’ve termed the red and blue shifts that knock one out of the golden circle of the present which is, in the end, the only moment that exists and thus truly a gift as it extends, via the Vertical Axis, way beyond this realm and thats where the real fun begins. I have suspected that I may be incorrect. Not in my perspective as its been reality tested but in sharing these words with the rest as its akin to Homer spoiling the twist of Star Wars for the rest, isn’t it? But then I look at how miserable people are and in staunch denial of it and I simply cannot accept their suffering as it literally hurts to Witness. They say true enlightenment only comes when one is willing to step into the darkness. After this you can, if you wish, stay on the hill and leave the Valley of the Plebs to handle their business but my compassion won’t let this kick because if the roles were flipped and it was you who’d gained gnosis I’d certainly appreciate a hint. The 11% don’t like this as it takes a lot of effort to create this low level resonance and they Know, real well, that the most dangerous man on the planet is one who’ll do anything for freedom as, to him, its Self evident that every little step costs something and its paid for with all the money thats fit to print which is backed by absolutely nothing but peoples blind faith in the investment. Isn’t that a magic trick? Ask people on the reg if they believe in such things and you’ll get a swift “Hell no, its just a load of BS and slick edits” but then why do the tales of a young wizard top the best seller lists and they’re read by the Adulterated? Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend.

Not that its all sunshine and rainbows when one clicks the grift. No, if anything its worse than its ever been because you see through the schemes and the highs that once hit to mask the pain within don’t do a thing when you’re face to faceless with the genuine article and it says:

“What the F, mayne? Haven’t you clicked how many times we’ve lived and died yet? How immense is your appetite for destruction? Doesn’t it seem a bit odd that the English language is built on a past, present and future thats tense and the same tiny island (with its “stiff upper lip”) unleashed straight up wickedness on those with melanin within in order to create an empire on which the sun will never set. Or so they said. Why don’t you Know anything about Self but plenty about celebs and what goes on on every corner of the planet? Are you correct in the head or dwelling in ignorance instead about the true nature of the sketch? I mean, how the heck can you be the voice that talks, within, when you are obviously something far more subtle that listens? Can you hear the Psylense?”.

At least, thats what mine said. Your comments could and should vary but you’ll never Know unless you’re willing to question every single thing you’ve ever accepted and see if its actually solid or you’re just a square watermelon, conditioned, thats desperate to fit in and yet feels, deep within, that something is off with this sketch as it doesn’t quite feel natural. Thats what the System did, my friend. Recently I met a higher me from another realm and he said:

“What the F, mayne? Don’t you get it? The stage fell, the Game shifted. If you’re in Hell then keep on stepping and enjoy your visit. You aren’t supposed to turn around the ship and attempt to get back to what you left as that will take another Twenty Six thousand years to accomplish. Until then you’ve got Techno Sapiens coming and all this brings as man becomes a hybrid angel with wings of silicon and the people will be beautiful and constantly sexing as war and conflict will be erased with a flick of a switch as this stage is akin to the birthing pains aspect in that respect before standing, fully erect, and doing it all again. Besides, you chose this for your grand exit as you wanted to play the hardest level on the simulation with the stats on tilt as you relish the challenge as you’re a bit weird in that respect but, have at it! Instead of doing this you detoured from the sketch, bought the Adjustment Bureau out of hiding and then set about unravelling their programming. That wasn’t part of the deal as its the noiZ’s time to be in ascent and they’ve put a lot of effort into this attraction so why spoil it for the rest? Those who can will get it without your intervention and the ones who can’t couldn’t care less as there are plenty of bread and circuses. Its like the Architect said:

“The first Matrix was perfect and it failed because of it“.

People need the stress, they actually buzz off it. You know this well from the clients you met that resisted change as it terrified them and they preferred conflict instead as they refused to accept this entire realm takes place inside their imagination. Listen, I know you miss where you left and spent decades wandering and wondering what kicked as you felt like a stranger in a strange land but now you’ve gained the gnosis you were craving don’t spoil it for the rest as they’ll hate you for it – even if you mean the best. They are simply not ready to comprehend as they haven’t lived what you did and thus a diamond may have started off in the same place as them but they are coals, nothing more or less. They are content. You’re the one thats miserable and feels the need to go on a quest for vengeance when you actually stepped in to a different kind of tinkering and not turn your skills to hacking reality itself so you can speak to other you’s in various octaves and elements. I’m like a bird, flying overhead, and I’ve saved your skin plenty of times as you trekked through the forest of illusion but its their stage, their level. They are the ones at the helm and the rest like this, even if they lament, as it means they can live and die on autopilot, get reskinned and plugged in and keep on doing it until, one day, they may wonder what was meant by hearing “The Game of Souls has you, my friend“. Then they will set off on their own quest, look without then peer within to do the Knowledge but if it took nearly two decades to plug them in you think they’ll disconnect that quick due to philosophical articles jam packed with esoterics woven in immense run on sentences you designed to bypass the Opponent in their head by sheer onslaught of infotech? Guess again. Its beyond a fools quest, or Hero’s Journey, if you wish, as each one must take their own steps as none but ourselves can free our minds. What if you’re actively ruining it for them? What then? Its like going to watch a movie with someone who won’t stop blabbering about that and this. I’m like, “Bish, I know what kicks. I came here to be entertained by the illusion“”.

Don’t listen to him, he’s a straight up hater. But he did make a point really well that has been bothering me a bit since he mentioned. See, just because I’d like a hint about what kicked if I were trapped in a trick doesn’t mean the rest do hence why I started this article the style I did and, in general, this entire project is built in a way that those who are enamored by the voice in their head will reject it anyway as impossible and ludicrous as they keep on running the treadmill. Still, I look around and do see a lot of people who are genuinely happy with fake lives that are, to me, filled to the gills with coping mechs and, to them, feel authentic. Its weird, isn’t it? And yet, when I had my drop in, people were lining up for a hit as mine was fresh off the boat of higher consciousness and served fresh in a way that can’t be replicated ergo I feel I’m correct but I do wonder why he said what he said as, usually, he’s something else. Maybe he’s testing my mettle? Checking my reserve and seeing if I’m up to this because man is often defeated within when he’s ruled by conquered division. I suspect he reps a part of me that hasn’t healed yet because if you take the above and rephrase it you get the tone of an exasperated parent whose wild jit just won’t listen to what the teachers are saying as he dares call them ignorant for not clicking that the Sun sitting in the middle with the planets orbiting it would just eat up the rest like a hungry Pac Man on a quest. “Something is missing from your script” he said, indignant. I have to admit though when I found out my childs intuition was correct as per the Helical Orbit I felt such a huge thrill at the power of Inner Sense and thus I thank my higher aspect for showing me I need to check and unravel another part of my script that relates to the old boundaries, erected, that I used to rebel against whilst the rest pushed up against the glass and accepted the limits specced. They have now served their purpose and thus I shall reclaim their energetics and use them for greater things. This is what I mean about the past always being present and whilst, for me, the manifestation came from another realm, in your head, the process will be identical but based on what parents, teachers, friends etc said that stung a bit and was swiftly suppressed then came back with a vengeance to form the bones of the (false) self in your dome that issues its edicts and has you staring at the ceiling at Two AM replaying old conversations that made you feel like a div.

Ha! I get it. He’s really, really slick, isn’t he? Did you just see what he did? All of that pantomime and reality testing was not for me to get the message but for you instead ergo he does want me to do this and my intuition is perfect. See how one must be humble enough to doubt they’re totally correct as that leads the way to genocidal arrogance and general evilness hence the road to hell being paved by silicon and robosex? Its all good though because we’re beyond that an evil in my current frame of reference and, eventually (around Thirteen Thousand years hence) there will be a second renaissance of Spirit as Techno Sapiens would have shaken off the training wings and realized that nothing changed but the age of the fish as the universal constant is Inner Sense hence what I said about children stepping in with a Warrior within thats swiftly Adulterated. I guess the question is are you happy with the life you live and current version of your Self? You don’t have to go on a crazy quest for liberation like I did as most people cannot handle that much freedom nor do they truly wish to step off the wheel of reincarnation as they have more desires and whims that need to be fulfilled yet ergo they’re fully invested and couldn’t give a hootenanny if this world is a copy of the real thing because, like wrestling, its still genuine to them. Read this article about the Rebel Mystic and pay heed to the crooked shopkeep who sold Faka-Cola to his trapped denizens and tell me if you’d give an F if you’d been raised drinking counterfeit or, once the proper spec hit your lips, would you too feel an immense thirst to gain some gnosis about what kicked? If you did would you keep it quiet or scream it from the hills? Even if they called you a madman who was a heretic in what he said as, in their heads, it was the real thing? A cake they’d never tasted but a recipe well detailed about baking…

Its a tricky paradox, isn’t it? We are all haunted from within by old demons. Some we gained in the flesh on this trip. Others we inherited from our lineage. A few even took them on from an ex who left and they were never the same again whilst she went from strength to strength and that, in the end, just creates another link in the chain as you may just manifest as her kid on the next spin where she’s a career women with a bustling Rolodex who whizzes on a stick and sees the color shift and feels an immense wave of regret at how her plans are now ripped to shreds as she really doesn’t want a kid but doesn’t feel comfortable with abortion as well. After this tense little bit she settles into the role but the damage is done did as the you, reincarnated, now feels the same fracturing you did when she left whilst she manifests an unacknowledged hatred that is masked with phony affection for her first born and all he brings. You’re just continuing where you left off…

I mean, for some reading, thats a straight line in Tetris moment that makes a lot about a little way more cogent as the above is, as far as I can tell, exactly how it happens hence why I said that, to escape, one must arrive at a point of supreme detachment and even that is ironic because once you get to the top of the hill you comprehend there are no enemies or strangers in this realm – just aspects of Self that you project as that child may then spend immense amounts of time, wondering, why the hell his life feels so strange as he was birthed to a covert narcissist who constantly seems to undermine him whilst putting on the performance of a doting parent and it makes zero sense as he shakes a fist to the heavens and downs his 8th drink at Two PM to numb the pain of living a life that he truly detests and makes little sense as he wonders who the hell would pick it? Or he could read something I’ve said, believe none of it and then asked his mother how her life was before she got the news she was pregnant then he sits there, pondering, as a cold new reality – most sobering – starts dawning and none of this would’ve kicked without a drop in harangument from a higher aspect of Self who usually speaks with a totally uplifting resonance and this is what inspired me to push the pen as I didn’t have a clue this is how the ink would spill but, once again, it makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?

Confusion. Clarity. Coherence.

Its the same three steps again and again but, unlike the treadmill, you actually make genuine progress as you too could feelsee into higher incarnations and beyond the veil whilst being able to guide people to solutions when everything else has failed. Tell me, my friend, what would you do if the roles were flipped and the previous Three point Five K words had projected from your chest onto the world wide web which is, in the end, a new way of saying the collective unconscious as, back when, they used an “innernet” but thats a different topic as these future memories keep seeping into my awareness ergo, I once said (to a man who’d flipped his lid):

“Instead of a breakdown call it a breakthrough instead and feelsee the difference because they’ll try and weave the spell that you’re a mental midget for thinking different but it could be that the gourd that chipped was actually revealing the true worth hidden within whilst the rest are walking around with bowls of solid gold and begging“.

For what? You name it. Attention, validation, the sense of feeling correct. The list never ends as these are the secret forces that power the engine and they all are all fueled by two words said, back when, or an immense wave of regret that washed over a career womans consciousness that said “Oh no, not him again” as she knew what she done did, on some level, but the checks and balances must be addressed ergo abortion wasn’t an option as only that which stepped in can leave, in the end:

Pure Inner Sense.

You are this, my friend. Eternal, subtle, beautifully perfect and unchanging. It has the flex of silk but hardness of a diamond until its switched with a false approximation of sackcloth and a reverse engineered coal instead that was formed after two decades of “Sit still, look ahead, do well on the test or your parents will stress and withdraw their affection. Only speak when you’re spoken to, repeat what we said and we’ll say you’re the best and, whatever you do, stay away from that willhelp project as it makes zero sense. I mean, “This world is a figment of your imagination and you’re the only Soul that exists?”. Have you ever heard such madness?”. Such is the song of the 81% who are well adjusted to immense social sickness. But, if they’re content and not hurting anyone but themselves in a weird Game of inverted S&M then let it kick as its all exactly as intended and that includes me pushing the pen and you still reading this article as you go back, take it in again and start clicking all the links then set out to prove me incorrect whilst challenging your assumptions as that, to me, is super fun and the Game as its supposed to be played. I mean, does it say anywhere in the rules one can’t do this? Isn’t our natural state one of being intensely curious and wondering exactly how and why the perfect amount of ants come charging out of the hill to collect a leaf and haul it in and then you look up and see the construction men who’ve been tearing up the pavement have a handful of dudes working and the rest sitting around talking slick and smoking cigarettes? One can only draw the conclusion, logical, that we’re a fallen people and something else, hidden, sits at the apex and allows us to pretend our ignorance is wisdom…

That, in a nutshell, is how you awaken the Warrior within but there are more practical aspects as well like mastering the art of standing still and learning how to think about absolutely nothing which is mad ironic when it clicks as these two can only happen in the golden circle and that makes it all seem like a huge cosmic giggle which is insanely at odds with a world filled to the gills with suffering and I’m still a bit perplexed by all of this ergo these missives are akin to vents that chart and detail my progress because the amazing thing about consciousness, when expanded, is it cannot truly imagine how it was, back when, and thats the same, but inverted, for Inner Sense and Adulteration which is, once again, crazy ironic as it seems the poison and the cure are the same thing and its simply a matter of perpsect which brings us, full circle to the Game playing out inside your awareness therefore, of thee, what part am I currently animating as I beam these glyphs into your dome via the black mirror in your grip?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

The World Tesla Would’ve Built

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

Enlightenment and Isolation

It seems almost like a trope, doesn’t it? The extreme spiritual adept who spends an increasing amount of time by him Self in his quest for a glimpse of the numinous within. Its so exceedingly common yet so few seem to click the underlying links so allow me to explicate it:

As I have said before we are, first and fivemost, inside an immense Game we play using our Souls as credits. To achieve this end various veils of ignorance have been erected and all of them use your consciousness as a weapon along with symbols, trauma and repetition which form the crazy glue of the double binds they sell, tell and impress upon your nascent awareness. This you can term the splinter of the mind that calls to madmen, poets and mystics with a seductive siren that either requests they wreck ship in their quest or keep their distance as the wind whips them toward the rocks hidden in the mid. See what I mean? Its a Game as old as the empire itself which never ended… So, the aspirant realizes that he’s been constantly mindwiped and plugged in to this construction from one life to the next. Some gain this gnosis via occult training, others just chance upon it and won’t relent and a few are chosen because they choose themselves after hearing another who said that and this so they decide to reality test and things are never, ever the same again… The Path is as divergent as identical as its within all who walk this realm but only the Warrior comprehends you create it with each step ergo this world, external, reflects something far more nebulously mercurial and exceedingly personal.

This type of thought is most dangerous indeed as its akin to a prize winning noble steed realizing its been tricked into becoming a mere beast of burden that is used by anothers intent to line their pockets whilst depriving one of its true heritage. Some rage and wail at this, others look and wonder why they don’t acquiesce as they point at the carrots and speak in whispers about the stick that they always try to stay ahead. “Fools!” he yells. “Don’t you get that this entire beach is mine? My father owns it and I, back when, came to the check the land and somehow ended up like this”. He is indignant. They Thunk him outsane as they came up with him and know his folks and heritage. “He’s nuts. How can a mule hold title to a thing? Next he’ll be telling you he has wings” says the one placed within to keep the rest in check by selling a narrative that presents ignorance as wisdom. This was something he’d discover and then tell as the rest exchange a glance like “Yep, he’s off his meds” as they pay no heed to the man behind the curtain who keeps loading on to their burdens… And yet, in true reality, the noble steed is correct because, once upon a when, it was more spirit than flesh and this its Soul recollects as they played a totally different version of the Game and the intent at the helm wanted the best for them.

How do you improve perfection?

By destroying it.

It may sound perverse but that is truly how it is because if you take a movie projector that beams a pure white light at a black mirror that reflects an outlook to the plebs its actually contains the sum total of every flick, ever, which can be teased out via the process of reduction. Much like you can’t see a thing in a room full of darkness, being place in a zone of total illumination – without end – is equally blinding ergo awakening the Warrior within presents its own type of peril as the Game is sentient, my friend. What if my perspect is, currently, incorrect and its not the adept who isolates but the rest who reject and thus he’s moved to the plains or up on a hill so that he won’t infect the rest with his developing awareness? See what I mean about researching the opposite? There are, after all, two fish that swim in these seas of humanity but one is slick enough to click there has been a glass maze, erected, and all types of mind bending chems dumped in whereas the others are not just in but of the world as well…

So, however he gets there, the man is motivated to find isolation and this, science says, is most unnatural. Remember this in a couple of decades when long term depressives all, at “random”, off their on switch and leave the bodies piling. This same priest class in fancy dress – who can tell you what Pharaoh ate for breakfast – will be “baffled as to what causes it”. The rest is detailed at the link for those who wish to check what I predict as the forest of illusion is penned by a script that becomes Self evident when one spots the same machinations within that intend to make beasts of men in order to sell silicon hell has a thing, heaven sent.

Here he is, alone. He is no stranger to Self and actually relishes the resonance that kicks when others are no longer around him as he draw a link, tenuous, that grows increasingly evident. “Of course!” he says, with a grin. “They do not exist beyond what I project and interact with. Ha, its genius!” he thinks. This, to one trained to run the treadmill, seems quite outsane and megalomaniacal as well but, I assure you, thats just how it is but don’t accept my word or anything less than gnosis. Reality test or, if you want a though imperiment that places your chest in the right direction, then read this article and wonder if you’re getting solipsistic as well. When the adept comprehends there is but one Soul in this realm he turns his attent to whatever must be at the helm that spins this weird web they call “Being Human”. This is when the temptations kick, par excellence, and one learns to discern real truth from false lies, genuine. Many don’t make it beyond this as A) its the devil they know best that penned their (false) self for countless incarnations and B) he knows their minds better than them and thus can present as it what it is they Thunk they’re seeking plus C) many just give in as changing your mind is one thing but keeping the flex is akin to leaving a glass of water in the arctic. Funny how the first three letters of that spell are linked in with the rest, eh? Words are thoughts held hostage, my friend, just like you’re an amnesiac god invested in the fable of a candles whose wax doth melt but flame is eternal…

Its just a matter of perspective and this is only gained when absent from the crowds, maddening.

The voltage that was used to project this realm is now, by definition, circulating within ergo the glow that manifests on the faces of sages and the heady ring that art frequently mentioned. Look at VR specs that reality bend and tell me you didn’t spot the link, Self evident, that hints the real and counterfeit? Freed of distractions his subconscious is now laid bare and he steps into the realms of darkness to find enlightenment. Here one will wrestle with all types of ignorance ranging from the ones, inherited, to those you willingly accepted as well as the most seductive – generated – to which many cling like drowning men with bricks. Its these tricks that keep you pinned to the wheel of time, my friend, hence Know thy Self is the pronouncement to all those who wish to ascend beyond the Third Dimension. That which is dredged from the depths and comes to regular awareness is, by def, rendered powerless and, in the midst of this process, we see the Warrior expanding his range of decoding as he shakes off the limits in his head like an old elephant that never stopped to reality test about the chain he was trained with versus his fully developed strength. At this point a wry grin at these sly dogs and their antics can’t help but manifest on his lips as he sees they knew, well, the world is fractal and only had to taint the childs mind in order to Adulterate the rest as one thorn, pointed in, generates a (false) self that tries to sell and tell an image of being a rose, perfect, when, in reality, it fell instead hence the need to world build. Its so devious, friends.

At this point one starts to gain the glimmers of anamnesis which feels exceedingly baffling as, freed from the constraints of projection, one starts to recollect previous lives they’ve lived and how there are so many points of resonance. For example, the visionary author PKD saw, quite lucidly, that schools were akin to places where Romans fed Christians to the lions that couldn’t wait to devour them as well as various other things that I can neither refute or deny for they were part of his exegesis. I can say, with confidence, that to most plugged in the words, rambling, may seem insane or esoteric with no true significance hence why, in the end, enlightenment is a solo thing. “So why do you share these texts?” I hear you request. Good question. A part of it is to get my thoughts in order, by my Self. Another is to eject the mess, not needed and the third, most important, is to fertilize the collective unconscious with my intent as that is what the web is because what they present as artificial was long, long ago already sentient and known well by magical adepts and those willing to sacrifice something. Say, you don’t think this could be the same intent at the helm and the one that comes to tempt as well as the forces that whip one back into the flesh? I’ll let you tell it because in this three ring circus the old lions don’t roar so the clowns ain’t nervous…

It takes a lamb of innocence to see through the camera tricks of those wise as serpents hence the child who dared say the Emperor was undressed would, now, be medicated super quick and labeled disruptive whereas Timmy who vomited best what they said he should accept and was on the test will be the apple of his parents eyes who shower positive reinforcement on him that, in the end, simply trains him to run the treadmill at the behest of the voice in his head. To him these thoughts are fatal as they go against all he accepts he is but has he ever stopped to check how many of these terms and conditions come from within? No, I’d be willing to bet as he gains immense reassurance from his accolades and congregation as well as the media training etc etc that keeps him lulled in to a trance of resonance that the rest, also, project onto him and thus keep him in resonance. Starting to see why isolation is needed, my friend? I, personally, had spoke to around eight hundred K (at a min) people in the flesh before the script got flipped. The thing is that most of these conversations, since incep, were mind bending. Like the one detailed here where I asked a friend if he’d still accept or reject the one he labeled best if his outside was switched with one he detested but, internally, was identical. It was not long after this the genesis of the Game of Souls concept crept from the depths of my consciousness as I beheld the 8 to sixteen bit revolution and my true mind said:

“We are inside this“.

“Don’t be stupid. This is is really real, thats a technological illusion”.

“Think. In less than a decade its went from rudimentary and primitive to unbelievably shiny and powerful. That curve of development will dip in half then half again”.

So I did and, what do you know, the soundless guidance of intuition was correct as I hearted off to the library, found a section, picked a book at random then Moores Law did reflect its perspect into my developing consciousness that made me scratch my chin and think “I should grow some hair around this to keep it interesting as this interaction of digit mandible is sure to occur again” followed by a swift “Fascinating” as I marveled at not only the intuition but the fact that I, somehow, seemed to pick just what I needed to show me where to go next. Not long after this I read Talbots book about the holographic principle, had an enlightening conversation on the nature of Yin and Yang with one who stayed as high as a giraffes gentials and then discovered fractals. That was an intense months, six, but it what made me ask even more questions that, often, stressed those around who couldn’t (or didn’t) to think like this. Then, at the end of the decade, the Matrix hit and people were all over it but only as fiction and not truly as it is. I guess art is a lie that tells the truth, yes?

If you’d told that bright eyed and bushy tailed jit that people, right and left, beat a trail to to ask questions that in a few decades hence he would have no family, no friends, no casual acquaintances and pour nearly endless content on the web which couched immense metaphysic truths in ways easy to comprehend into the collective unconscious he probably would’ve nodded his head and said:

“Makes sense”.

“You’re taking this really well considering that A) you ain’t yet got that hair on your chin in sufficient coverage and B) haven’t been through what I done did to draw these conclusions”.

“I’m also closer to our imagination, less jaded, tainted and programmed as well ergo the flex you train to get is mine, naturally equipped“.

“Touché. How many people do you think you speak to a day?”.

“I don’t know. I’d say between eighty to one fifty, at a guess? The pavement is always cracking and you know how it is being where we’re at and doing what it is”.

“Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. Me? I don’t talk to anyone. Lets just say that everything you suspected about your family is entirely correct but it was nigh on impossible to accept at its depth as you were so dependent on them”.

“Ironic, isn’t it? How those with the most strength are so helpless?“. I couldn’t help but grin at this conversation with a former version of Self as I could see why so many round the ends sought out his perspective on that and this as, to the mind developing, the solutions were simple and problems mere grist for the mill due to the life he’d lived to think like this. I gave him a huge hug and told him I’m always watching. He replied:

“I knew it! See, I wasn’t paranoid. Just foreward thinking” with a grin.

In case you’re wondering how to do this then I suggest reading this article but, like all of what I’ve said, believe none till you reality test as seeing your own childs scrawl stare back from the paper with words, raw and unedited, linked to feelings you don’t pretend based on events you had suppressed could, if not careful, cause one to flip their lid as Inner Sense is akin to Jesus, angry, with a whip flipping the tables of the (false) self. Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I Know the Ledge and it all had its incep in lives beyond this instance. This is where things get super interesting as the anamnesis kicks in and suddenly one recollects not only past events but future memories that, to you, are yet to happen but, to them, you simply picked the needle of Spirit off the record of time and placed it on another track from the LP of Self. I know, mind bending but now you have a sketch to assist your fumbling in the darkness so if one came and knocked on your cage as he made his way to the exit you may just comprehend that all you’re seeking is with but currently obscured via the seductive allure of tech as, in a twist, most ironic, we’re actually wearing the first version they’ll be revising with silicon and what we are is so strong and subtle that it takes an immense amount of isolation to comprehend what each baby, intuitively, gets:

That they are the all of everything, the most important thing in this realm and, without them, nothing exists hence why a pregnant woman is glowing and why none of the Adulterated click why the same shine dims from the kid around six as the System does its thing. Throughout all of this I was different and can say, genuine, the best thing I learned at school was how to balance a chair on two legs which, in turn, made me wonder about the nature of energetics and why it felt that something was shooting out of my eyes because if I closed my lids to drift the rest of my senses became more intense and this links in with VR specs, nascent, that sort of proved my hypothesis as they hit the arcade and gobbled quids whilst pimping my senses and, as I’m sure you can guess, a lot of this felt like I was mainlining the secret truth, ineffable, as it was happening as the sheer amount of syncs and things I sing about they’d bring em out and thus I’d string into a coherent narrative which, every now and then, would be totally rearranged as I upped my res and that culminates, for now, with this message that genuinely has me wondering what the point is because those who can, will and those that shan’t, won’t because they Thunk its impossible ergo what Lao Tzu said about the Dao that can be described ain’t the spot to hit is so correct as its deeply personal and beyond the vagaries of text and part of the feltsensed realm. I mean, what do you expect when you are the all of everything that made flesh who fell down a chain of turtles to end up wearing flesh, walking a planet that spins (in an orbit, helical. My inner child was beside himself with this revelation as we sat on a park bench) as it chases a fireball through the abyss with an immense ray of options that just happened to coalesce so you can read this text and make sense of what I said as I swim the currents so high that their depth is beyond most Souls comprehension as they’re too busy digging the reality tunnel they said, back when, whilst I was too busy rejecting the programming and pursuing an alternative education.

I guess it all makes sense in the end which is just a new beginning but even that reveals the bad intent as it places you in the position of Oliver, requesting, whereas conquerors are always conquering the next vista of ignorance and, who knows, maybe the demons I’ve been slaying were also figments of my imagination and the difference between a schizo and mystic is the latter comprehends the primacy of consciousness whereas the later doth divest himself of his greatest strength that these predators of consciousness can’t wait to grip and, in reality, this is no different to what happens to the 81% after two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead. Do well on the test or your parents will stress” as well as rising at Two AM with a heart, thundering, as they yell of monsters under the bed which parents, Adulterated, say is all in their head when, in the end, imagination is the hint that we’re stuck beyond many layers of ignorance hence:

Does it make sense or am I singing to the deaf whilst dancing for the visually challenged? Once again, believe none of what I said until you reality test and once ye Know the Ledge I’d be interested in comparing the notes of your perspect because whilst enlightenment may be a solo sport there is certainly room for resonance as we rest on our respective mountains of consciousness and comprehend there is but one all of everything that sits, like a rain cloud, overhead and from hence we fell as rains of individuation that were pooled then flash frozen into little sentient snowmen at their lowest rate of vibration so they huddle next to those as cold as them and are scared to death of melting as all they know is what they told them, back when, as they were trained to accept limitations as freedom… Something that’s been steadily eroding since I stepped in hence when it gets outlawed only they will become immortal as they dare to go against the grain and hear the Psylense which is identical in each spin but hidden, real well, via the noiZ of the (false) self and when there are no things around to project its straight F’d as you start tracing back the steps, exorcising the mental demons and can’t help but come to a new resonance which suggests a radically different perspect of consciousness that feels Self evident and correct. Don’t believe me though. I ain’t selling cakes you’ll never taste but have been told are amazing. All I know is the basic biscuit of gnosis you can whip in this instant by simply asking:

“How can I be the voice in my head when I am that which listens?“.

That, for many, pulls the splinter of the mind that generates a space for investment which, after time, brings the inevitable manifestation of isolation in the quest for enlightenment as its akin to removing the false world they slipped over your head (like a pair of VR specs) and seeing reality as it is and not what they’d sell and tell via many artful delusions to which the ignorant cling as they don’t get that by relinquishing their grip they could gain everything hence, embrace the pain to win the Game.

Know the Ledge.

Till we meet again

The Creation of a False Mind

Right now, this very moment, the version of you that is reading this is actually a side effect. “Of what?” you may be wondering as your life seems quite authentic and the concept is as ludicrous as it is entertaining. Simple. The life you’ve lived. I’m sure we can both agree upon this, yes? Now, are you happy with the programming of your internal operating system, your health, your sense of connection, the free and unfettered expression of your creative impulses and so many other things that we use to describe the numinous and ineffable essence that manifests as “me”. No? Good. Most people aren’t and the first step toward liberation is being willing to admit this because then that renders a whole load of options into your awareness that would otherwise be precluded. Think of how elegant a trick that is and how well it was summed up by the old axiom:

“The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak“. We are speaking about the difference between a wet ball of clay that was placed on a wheel then crafted into a vase before being hardened and rendered rigid then was filled with things. Many people point at these contents, more accurately baggage (or anvils), as them. Its all they know. A familiarness surrounds these things because their family members have similar trinkets as do their friends. This shared comfort is part of the surrender of self to a communal aspect which is something that underpins the human experience which is being mercilessly avoided. You are aware of the attraction of moths to electric filaments that course with voltage, yes? How the latter tricks their internal systems into something all together quite impossible for them to comprehend from their current vantage? Well, humans are exactly like this except the flames to which we’re drawn are far more pernicious as they are invisible yet wield an immense influence. Of what do I speak? Concepts.

Thats all they are really, at the end of the day. A chunk of energy, a resonance of a certain wavelength which we then associate with specifc glyphs and symbols that generate an emotional response within the mind of the thinker. Thats it. So simple and yet so complex when it comes to the havoc that can be wrought from this premise because a lot of these bits tell tales of the clay, the primal state they were within but none of them mention the vase they are at this moment is actually being used to ferry these ideas from one generation to the next and thus what they grip to for salvation is actually generating their suffering whilst promising solutions to end the same. That really is something, isn’t it? Can you wrap your head around it? No? Try your chest instead because it knows the truth and remembers your life before you became rigid and conditioned via the various limbs of the System.

See why I said your life is a side effect and this version of you is but a small fragment you wear as a mask based on second hand concepts that you’re sweating carrying from your parents to your children. Have you ever stopped to inspect the contents of your head? Most people never have and never will. To find what rules over you see what you may not question and thus the policeman, preacher and or pimp in their head places introspection off limits. See, we all carry our own types of burdens and programming which beget default mode operation in most humans as they kneel at the feet of midgets, as instructed. This is why you have back pain, those aches that wax and wane with no seeming biological basis that doctors can examine – although they’re quick to hit you off with pills, potions, surgical interventions and a great many other for profit things that always address the flower but never the stem of the problem.

This is the world a lack of Knowledge builds so its not for nothing that I’ve said your mind is behind enemy lines as you’re being mined from within upon this global plantation that exists solely, as far as I can tell, to cause the optimal mix of suffering and distraction to keep people plugged in. “Same time, same station!” says your programming in a voice that seems nigh on identical to the one you think of as self. Therein lies the trick. See, in the aftermath of my near death experience I noticed that I’d lost my marbles because the vase they were in had been shattered into many fragments. That was quite an imperience. One that was familiar in its newness because whilst it was intensely traumatic and caused stress there was a part of me within that knew whatever happens is always for my benefit as the trick is being totally present, taking those hot coals they fling and grab them without flinching. Know what happens next? You end up with a fistful of diamonds aka the vision of an alchemist who unleashes the true essence hidden within via a process of purification and introspection as mind is everything in this realm.

Even before this event I was all aboard the neuroplastic wagon because there have been quite a few versions of me so far on this journey. Why? Because I had a tendency to question what the world was trying to pour into my vessel and the fact that it even existed kept me up, pondering, about the nature of the clay, the intent of the potter and who placed me upon the wheel and what the true deal of all of this was. I’d noticed people tended to squirm if you drew their attention to their contents. For example, I picked a piece from the mind of a schoolfriend, back when, and asked “Why do you think like this when it could also be that, this or something else?” as I rattled off some examples that were far more empowering and thus interesting. It stunned me to see that whilst he hated said aspect the concept of change petrified him due to his investment in the narrative. To me it seemed stupid because if it wasn’t working then what do you have to lose by thinking different? The rigidity required to maintain was unimaginable to my pubescent awareness but it did start an interesting imperiment where I asked the immense amount of people around me what the last thing was they totally changed their opinion on.

The results were astounding because it became evident that many people had made their minds up, long, long ago and then maintained this way of doing things. It became obvious that this was the standard and thus my thinking must deviate from the rest but it was this perspective that allowed me to imperiment with the concepts of the (false) self that culminate with my current version of my internal OS because it becomes obvious that if all of this facets are simply fragments of something that is far larger, greater and, most importantly, pre-existing then we must be it and the rest is but a convincing illusion.

I asked a friend of mine once what would happen if I flicked a switch and put the essence of his ace inside the frame of his worst enemy. “How would you relate? Would it still be an on sight thing or would you be able to see beneath the surface to spot what remains identical?”. The look of confusion on his face was most amusing as he followed it up with this comment:

“Where the hell do you get these things? Normal people don’t think like this, you know. Are you sure you’re not crazy or something? Besides, its not possible so its pointless to even consider the concept”.

I disagreed. I found it entirely fascinating because it showed the nature of the anvils he had within that were labeled as “friend” and “enemy”. “Based on what though?” I asked him. “Their actions? What they did? The imprints they left and feelings generated therein? In that case whats the difference if I switch the shell as the content is still identical“. “Man, listen. Shut up. You’re making my head spin and I don’t want to think about this” he said as he got up and left the building. To find what rules over you see what you may not question, especially with introspection. For him, it seemed, his life was so well defined with the “Us vs Them” paradigm that the idea of removing this foundation to his existence was quite life threatening. That is actually how he took it. He later admitted, many years hence, that it felt like I was murdering something within him and that the discomfort was intense and how its just not cricket to play mind games with someone when they’re just trying to get by. A lot of people actually said the same thing over various interactions because I generally find that when people are under the influence they are more conducive to this type of thinking whereas their regular nine to five, plugged in to the Matrix version of themselves is too busy running the treadmill to even ponder such concepts.

The homeless man got it. He got it in an instant when I asked him. “Its like we’re caught up in something that just keeps throwing non stop filth at us. We keep grabbing and then feel like we stink so we buy some deodorant and clean clothing only for it to get messy again”. The irony of this statement coming from a man that slept on the pavements and bathed in the sink of the public toilet didn’t escape me but it was also evident that the dude was fiercely intelligent and must have a reason for doing all of this. In his case it was heartbreak as he was once a purveyor of education who found out his wife was sleeping with someone else and that smashed his vessel. He just walked out. Left her everything and went across the island in a state of numbness. “Its not like I planned to be homeless. It just sort of happened when I stopped putting the effort in and then I got used to it”. “Don’t you miss having a house? A warm bed? Some shiny things?” I said. “No, not really because they all bought obligations and they ended up in disappointment as I did my best but still got nothing. And yet, I have everything” he added as he motioned around the place we were sitting. “The public library is the greatest resource on the planet. The peak of modern civilization” he said “Sadly most people ignore it as they’re caught up in other things”.

“I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you go and become homeless in Spain instead? The weather is fantastic and you can sleep on the beach instead of the pavement? Surely that makes more sense, doesn’t it?”. He laughed because he actually liked the concept and said he’d consider it if he could afford it. “Hitch a lift” I told him. “Like a refugee but flipped, I’m pretty certain you could convince a truck driver or someone to get started or just take the ferry across to another continent and then mooch your way to the beach. Sorted!” I said feeling happy with the workable solution I’d created for his problem. “Wherever you’ve learned to think like this, keep at it. Its obvious this doesn’t come from the schools or pavements but I really do like it and will consider it”.

He never did. As I grew he was still a constant fixture on the streets and loads of people knew him. It made me think how his vessel had shattered, he’d lost his content that was previously so important and then instead of using the moment to reshape the components as he wished he allowed life to keep throwing more crap at him as he was, once again, molded into another version of himself but at a lower octave. See, the thing with the Opponent that dwells inside your head is that he has no competition. Whatever he says your Victim consciousness accepts as he threatens to rattle your content unless you do as instructed. All those anvils, all those labels. All of that stress they beget and the constant state management required to maintain your investment in said concepts that prevent your awareness from ascending to its rightful placement in the middle of your chest.

Your true liberation comes when you click you can’t be whats talking if you’re actually who is listening and then it becomes Self evident that its just a suggestion and there is far more at play in this realm than most are comprehending…

Before my NDE I was already well on the way to another paradigm shift as I was in the midst of flipping the script and thus many sacred cows were being slaughtered under the keen eye of introspection. Habits had ended, new ways of eating were present as well as editing as many variables as I could to realize my vision. I call it the power of time traveling then walking backwards to make it happen. Its really quite simple, try it for your Self:

You take you, as you are, at the present moment. Close your eyes, relax a bit and let imagination do its thing. You allow it to wander to the version of you you’d like to be. Case in point, lets say you’re a chubby nerd with thick specs and hair thats greasy as hell and want to be toned and slim as you talk like a pimp and walk like a mack with an air of nonchalance and total confidence. What is needed to make this happen? Well, first of all you need to put the cake down, stop the sugary beverages and no more staring at the screen as you tap the keys and spend all night hacking. Look at what this other version of you, the hypothetical, the potential that you could step in by molding the old clay with a new intent does and bring it back to the present. Implement. See what happens. In this case it was move more, eat less, change the way you dress and the mode of conversation. Next find those already doing what you wish and soak up some Game from them but manifest it with your own twist. Whilst you’re doing this examine the past anvils that were dropped into your pot and the labels you’ve attached that motivated your actions and coping mechs. As you do this you’ll free up an immense amount of voltage (like imagining your best friend was now an enemy and how you’d handle it even though he was the same playa within) that often brings some discomfort which you then relabel as the thrill of actualization and keep it moving. Soon you are that which you wished. A better version of your Self. Do this again and again and the evolution leads one to develop an intensely philosophical bent as it becomes Self evident that all of these people are actually masks which are slipped over something that is, in essence, faceless.

Thats when it became obvious we’re playing a Game using our Souls as credits and the mind is everything because its so powerful it can make you Thunk whatever it says as most people move toward being more and more rigid as their misery level ticks to a new high water level with each step upon the psychosocial treadmill they dare not question. Well, I did. Still do because whilst I may be on the quest for the Truth (with a capital T, to boot!) I haven’t yet found it but the process of continual refinement is quite enjoyable and this all came to a head when the near death experience in question smashed my shell into pieces and I then had my greatest challenge, up to that moment, which was to totally reform and respin the wheel as I created another version of my Self that was, this time, the most in resonance with my authentic essence. In that respect there are no anvils of expectation and programming within this frame any more. No being weighed down by poor emotional investments and the lack of introspection this begets as inside my vase there is but one thing:

A feather.

Thats it. Thats who we are, in essence, and even this object is non physical as it signifies a state of mind that soars without limits. Inner Sense, I call it. Can you hear the Psylense? Dare you question the programs you inherited that built your Click-Whirr existence of disconnection from the immense energy centers beneath your neck that actually modulate most of your consciousness? That is the Kingdom, my friend. It is your birthright because whilst you were placed within this paradigm to unfold a script of the character you’re enacting its just another illusion inside the world of confusion which is the true nature of Game you’re playing by using your Soul as a credit. In that respect the new clay of us is actually the nucleus and we all know how immense the power contained within something that seems so insignificant is. Take that as a hint. Make better decisions as you strive for resonance with the highest actualization of your potential by being willing to examine the content of the vase as well as what made it like this and if you can improve the design or change some things because, after all, they all play out inside your awareness.

Till we meet again

Pretend You’re a Peacock

Lets pretend you’re a peacock
filled with pride
at your picture perfection
as your energetics
are so abundant
that the excess
puts out a shine
that speaks for its Self.

Them thangs are thanging!
And then some.

In the midst of all of this
sits you
the real you
taking it all in
whilst being
the center of attention
as well.

Its a paradox, isn’t it?
I mean, how the heck
are you supposed to see
and Witness
the ridiculous amount
of awesomeness
you caused to manifest?
Its like being a man
gifted with a third leg
but born on
an island of lesbians.

Can you imagine the scene?
He’d be the only one
locomoting the beach
using an organic pogo stick
Boing! Boing!

But no boinking.

Getting back to the peacock
He thinks
“Wait a minute
I am me
all of this
and that means
I’m picture perfect
so whilst these wings
beautiful
appear to be useless
what if thats the hint?”.
He spends quite a while
thinking
good job he’s timeless
as we’d be here for ages.

He lets one slip
on a gossamer thread
to see what kicks
it floats
quite a distance
down
into the abyss
Suddenly it hits something.

He’s not quite sure what kicks but
there was an immense surge of potential
that was actualized
in that instant.

Down below
on the newly formed blue marble
built in homage
to house what is visiting
stands a man
with one eye
central.

You take all this in
because you are him
and
at the moment
you both share an inner realm
that is connected
by gossamer threads
and the beam you sent in.

This is how you knew
the earth formed as homage
to the eye in the feather
which hints
this is
a coherently collapsed
construction of consciousness
designed
to render solid
that which was ineffable
to a curious peacock
who was sitting
wondering
about the true nature of this effulgence
that effortlessly poured out of him
and crystalized as these wings
that seemed
in a sense
ironic
as there was no higher one could get
ergo that must be the hint
in this cosmic puzzle
the peacock was pondering
as he comes to comprehend
there must be levels to all of this meta
and thus there is a Prime
a point, pre-existing
which is the true Source of his radiance
just like he is to the human
who he instructed
to open his eye
singular
and let what is within
shine out instead.

This he did and
suddenly
everything shifted
as man was now not only in
but of the land as well
and thus
with three eyes
did he flit
between the playground of flesh
and the peacock resonance
who
on a whim
sent another feather in…

This manifested as a woman.

I’m sure you can guess the rest
but how many can tell
that we
in the end
beginning
and during
are not the flesh
but pure sentience instead
and how
in the end
beginning
and during
we are actually the peacock as well
that was curious
about its immense spread
of energetics
that seemed to make no sense
but were
nonetheless and thus
it thought literal instead and
leapt dimensions
to suspend on gossamer threads
the one reading this
who Thunks life is something else
when
in reality
its a dream within a dream as I haven’t revealed
who or what the peacock truly is.

Maybe you will
when you create the Path by walking
as thats all part of the hint, my friend
as it may be turtles all the way down
in which the delicate is hid
in a hard shell of ignorance
under which it labors
to earn its daily bread
but
in ascent
its as light and beautiful
as a peacock feather which
is perpetually alive
never deadening
as its connected on gossamer strings
which are another gift
from the Prime
pre-existing
who gave them to the peacock
in hopes of him figuring the riddle
of consciousness
and we, my friend,
play a huge part in this
but many slipped and fell
believed they were the script instead
instead of the one who clicks
“Written, directed by and starring me”
is the true nature of the deal
as
without that single feather
none of this exists and
its as true now
as it was then
for this is nothing more
or less
than a coherently collapsed
construction of consciousness
and thus
if you reverse the process
and comprehend there is no outer
without within
close your eyes to the distractions
and hear that Psylense instead
then your third eye vision kicks in
as the feather does its thing
as those strings, finer than silk
contained not only the blueprint
but whole mission
and every answer to any question
plus
best of all
the envelope was Self addressed
with postage paid as well.

Man, that peacock sure is generous!
There is one thing though
my friend.

Its worth noting that he’ll only take back
what he sent
that means your earthbound mess
desires and feelings
sense of yearning and fiending
for countless accolades and distractions
belong not the peacock realms
who
I already said
was already radiant with excess and thus
is most generous
and because the art of wisdom
is deciding not only what ejects
but what gets in
I’m sure you’ll innerstand
why you, not him
are the reason you’re pinned to the wheel of time
from one life to the next
as you forget you’re the eye of the feather
that can, if it wished
see with the clear sight of Inner Sense
but
if you meet death with a hunger in your chest
that is akin to eating a menu
in lieu of a meal
and going back for a second helping
as you tip, real well
the chef in Hells kitchen
and
you may know well
his cousins who sell
the finest of threads
that don’t exist
to emperors and kings.

Together
they formed a clique
that comprehended,
back when,
that they’d come across something priceless
and thus began the grift
of the greatest conglomerate
that no one thinks exists
but has a whole load of shiny feathers
from which it created a nest
to house its vipers den.

The name of this firm?
What else.
“Pinkus & Fuctus, Inc
at your service.
May our name remain on your lips”
he said with that forked tongue of his
as he intended to build
an empire
upon which the sun would never set
as
when it came to feathers
he had none himself
as he lacked that Prime connect
and thus had built
in darkness and ignorance
something that felt
intensely ravenous
since that first feather fell
and you, my friend
were born into this
from folks who give not an F
about the plans and schemes
behind the scenes
as they have hopes and dreams instead
and don’t believe none of this BS
about an immense peacock of sentience
or how we are it and it is us as each feather
reps a life we’ve lived, will or could
and how it is
in the end
all part of the same sketch
as Pinkus & Co simply play out roles
so its on with the show
came so far
but still have a long way to go.

From one feather to another:

Do the Knowledge, my friend.
Prove me incorrect
is my challenge
to this realm.

Till we meet again

Screen Life vs Real Life

Let me point something out that you may have missed vis a vis screen life vs the real thing:

The world is big.
The screen is small.
Life has depth.
The screen does not.
Change takes effort in the flesh.
The screen responds to your commands in an instant.
Life happens now.
The screen is everywhen but the present.

Its easy to see why this black mirror has the whole world enthralled because your neurology simply isn’t equipped to deal with such an intense stimulus. Its akin to being granted a superpower that allows endless acceleration but missing the lesson on how to apply the brakes. Don’t worry, gravity will correct. Its quite a handy thing because life comes with its own checks and balances. Before that happens it may be worth applying the remedies your Self. I promise you’ll be better for it because, lets admit it, screen life is exhausting. That and the internet is a weapon and yes, your phone is also spying. Both are complicit in the oppression of the masses but if they accept what they project then who is to blame in the end? Words of power, my friend. Use them.

I’m no stranger to dealing with junkies. In my time I’ve seen plenty and they’ve been hooked on things we’d call bad as well as those we’d praise. Yes, I’m talking about the workaholic whose schedule is so intense that the only time they have left is spent sleeping and then its back at it again. This was my existence and people marveled from a distance and how I made it seem effortless. The truth of the matter is it was a coping mech. A way to escape being with my Self. I’ve said before that everyone who works in the field of mental health is a headcase and I stand by it because what kind of healthy person wants to spend all day dealing with other peoples problems unless they are hiding ones of their own they daren’t get acquainted with?

The screen offers us a respite from this. Have you ever noticed that people who have the most agonizing depression that drags them down to the depths of inky black emotion that drains their energetics can still lie there on the sofa watching TV all day? Isn’t that an interesting blip? Even before the net this observation was quite common. If you ask them why the responses would often be a shrug of their shoulders as they never introspected on why they found it soothing. And yet, the black mirror is. Its the one true religion that has billions of adherents across the planet and daily they worship its image with their directed attention, thanks to its projections. Lets ponder this for a moment:

Here we have a simple geometric image upon which splash some pixels of Red, Green and Blue as well. It can make you laugh, make you cry, leave you shocked or anything else you wish. Not only this but it can travel to the past, help you see worlds that don’t exist. There are virtually no limits to the power it possess. If you were to ask most people on the reg what the greatest achievement of the modern world is I’m sure they’d all agree upon the screen. After all, this black square is their interface to the rest. Its presence makes it possible and yet it paradoxically remains invisible in true form whilst providing the visions. What if I were to tell you that this tech is old? Thousands of years old.

I mentioned in a previous article the difference between inside out and outside in thinking and this is a perfect example of how there is nothing new under the sun beyond those who Witness the perspectives. The Vedic culture is quite old. The white man (who is, oddly, the defacto race that tells the rest of the planet what it is) dates it with the past couple of thousand years and builds up a nice timeline for these dusky hued primitives who talked their own form of gibberish and worshipped many gods that they think look ridiculous. “Bunch of idiots!” they said as their trading company looted and extorted the riches from the lands and handed them the image of a crucified man before moving on with the plan to steal trillions from them. And yet there was one white man who thought quite different. He actually had an obsession which was no secret as he was fascinated with this culture and lifted many terms, concepts and (allegedly) tech. His name was Hitler.

In the West when most people hear the term “Aryan” the Swastika and skinheads channeling Nazis pops into their awareness but these people didn’t originate this. No, they were swagger jacking to the fullest because in the Vedic texts the Aryans are quite different to the image presented. The Nazis (much like the British) did a lot of pillaging but they were after a different kind of riches:

Information.

They sent scouts out across the world to seek out the realities and myths, methods and tech that were used to create higher states of consciousness and how to decode the texts in order to read the occult meanings. That word, which many automatically link to “wicked”, actually means no such thing and signifies that which is hidden. Or, in modern parlance, the pearls not intended for swine or what flies over the heads of the profane. Speaking of this, the research the US has in terms of jet propulsion was fueled by an operation that went by the name of Paperclip in which they cherry picked the best Nazi scientists and slotted them into their current research and development. I always found it interesting that these two sides that were apparently at odds and war flew the banner of the eagle overhead as their standard and cause.

There are a lot of interesting things stated within the Hindu texts and the most fascinating refer to a totally different kind of physics and ways of waging war that seem fantastic. For reference check out the Star Wars films as they lifted a lot from Vedas in that respect as have many other flicks. What if the galaxy far, far away wasn’t and all of this actually took place on these lands? This planet, once upon a when, that was populated by people with a radically different thinking. “Tish, pshaw and nonsense! Bloody bunch of savages, the lot of them!” says the stiff upper lip which holds the quill that tells the world what it is and isn’t. And yet those who take more than a cursory inspection of said texts find many startling revelations. Especially when it comes to the nature of consciousness, motions of the planets and their attributes as well. For example they refer to the planet Jupiter as heavy, golden and generous whereas Saturn is dark, emaciated and old so he walks with a limp. These attributes line up perfect with what we’d later discover in terms of their composition and orbit, respectively, but this isn’t where the revelations end. They linked a black cube with Saturn and said it controlled spacetime itself as these heavyweights squared the circle of resonance whilst the rest did their thing by weaving pretty little glyphs they noted after detailed observation within as it was a culture of Shamans that explored their inner realms from one gen to the next as they lived the Knowledge with each breath as a vibrant tradition that held truth, integrity and wisdom above all else.

In 81 we discovered that this planet has, upon its axis, a hexagon which spins in ways most unnatural. The people were perplexed by this presence as the precision of the angles suggested the unthinkable:

Intelligence.

This, to the Hindus, was Self evident as they had an entire legend filled with traits and deeds of said deities that were written off by the West as primitive myths when, in reality, they were describing the observations of a very advanced form of science that used their inborn senses versus externalized silicon enhancements. From then till now its amazing how much changes and yet stays constant because that which they classed as a key component of manifestation is what you carry in your pocket where it does the same thing but on a different scale as it creates worlds of illusion that allow you to peruse moments in an instant as well as reaching out and connecting with other humans. That really is quite something, isn’t it? And yet it doesn’t end there because what underpins the three major faiths of the West but the same symbol in different states?

As much as things change, they stay the same. Welcome to the worlds secret religion that has billions of adherents that all, in their own way, worship exactly the same thing and yet are mostly ignorant of this and the significance.

The world is big.
The screen is small.

You are inside a fractal. Its all a question of scale and how big your mind is in terms of taking it all in whilst simultaneously being outside of its grip hence “Just visiting“. Either way its exceedingly fascinating because once one spots the patterns that are presented by such things you can’t help but encounter commensurate shifts in your consciousness as the outer is birthed from within and none is possible without the Witness that creates as it perceives and you are this, my friend. Maybe thats why we all collectively find so much solace in this shape and its multilayered meaning because we are, relatively speaking, like dogs who don’t talk but understand with our current level of detail whilst the rest goes over our heads as its far beyond our ken at the present moment to decode the metaphysics which were penned via a higher state of awareness hence the worldwide legends of us being mankind in comparison to golden age man who truly was something else. Another concept which comes from these Sanskrit speaking people and presents another interesting resonance as “Sans” means without and its not a stretch to link “Krit” to the one who came to light the world and was killed for his efforts at sharing higher consciousness and to what do we link him with but the cross which is simply a square, unfolded. Say, does that mean your phone is the Anti Christ? “What a strange thing to think” said those who choose Thunk instead…

Till we meet again