The Temple

Someone gifts you a house. Its not yet a home. Actually its pretty much a building and not one you’d really want to live within. The roof is leaking, the floors are creaking, some of the windows have seen better days. Needless to say it needs some elbow grease and a lot more than a lick of paint. But, celebrate! Its free after all and the thing with real estate is its value only ever increases so what would you do? Lets assume you decide to make this your place, your base of operations, a refuge from the world and its din, your own idyllic slice of bliss. You look around at the mess and decide to decode it as potential instead. Whats the first step?

Before anything else we must accept the situation as it is. No wishful thinking, denial or tricks. You’ve been gifted an opportunity that can only be actualized via sustained effort. Lets look around and see what needs immediate attention, whip up a list of priorities with what to fix as there is no point rearranging deckchairs on a sinking ship when common sense would dictate something else. Next we get to cleansing. Throw out what isn’t needed, what doesn’t serve our purpose and is in effect just clogging up the room within which we could unfold something beneficial instead. Now lets stop and chill for a moment, take in our progress. So often in life people are running toward a goal, or so they tell themselves in their head, but they’re actually trying to escape something instead. The problem with that is they can’t tell when they’ve arrived because they never actually left the limited mindstate behind that motivated this action and thus never progressed.

Now we have a clean base of operations, the plan can commence. Lets examine the lay of the land and create a design which exemplifies best the use of each space, after all we have pretty much a blank canvas. Did I mention you’ve got a blank cheque as well? Oh yes, no limits in that sense but the only thing is no workmen to help. You’ve got to do it all your Self because that is one of the conditions of the gift. Right there and then many would talk themselves out this undertaking because they’d feel scared to death. “I’ll never manage”. “Can’t do such a thing?”. “Me? No, I’m useless” say the voices in their head as they ignore their gift and choose instead to live somewhere less magnificent that they pay for and rent. Many are called but few choose themselves but you, you’re different so lets get back to the project.

We now have a clean sketch. This room gets the light, I can picture this one with a bed, we’ll place a study here and wait till you see the kitchen. Slowly but surely the bits start to click and you can barely believe it yourself. “It must be providence, its made to be, just look at how perfectly it all fits” as you look around at the partly realized vision which is already magnificent. Sure there is a lot of effort you’re putting in, but who cares? Sweat for a while then the rest of your life to chill in a domicile you built and renovated from the foundation to ceiling, just as you wished. Think of the comfort you’ll gain and this keeps you motivated with a grin as you diligently put the effort in.

People notice and comment “I can’t believe you turned around this tip. You know it had been neglected for so long and now look at it. It was a magnificent property back when before it fell into a state of disrepair, keep it up you’re doing great things” they say as you hack through the overgrown garden which you’re tackling with the same intent now the inside is perfect. See, there is a logical plan. No point laying carpets when the ceiling drips and why bother planting seeds when the ground isn’t prepped? It all seems some simple in retrospect and as easy as putting one foot in front of the next with dedicated effort as you know where you are, know where you’re headed and know what to do next.

You can hardly recognize it anymore and yet it feels so familiar as well. There is an odd sense of comfort even though you can’t recollect having ever set foot in such a residence. Its quite an imperience and then, after a slice of time that you can’t precisely reference, the job is completed.

You sit back to chill, take in your surroundings and bask in the ambiance as it welcomes you as well and a smile bursts from your lips. One that originated deep within and as it rises to the surface of your awareness you simultaneously feel and think “Home” and are secure in a way that you never previously imagined you’d ever possess. You look around your environment and are suddenly motivated with new conquests. “After all” you think “I did this, all by myself” as you take in your surroundings and they encourage your newfound confidence because they are there to support, help bring out the best, after all you did for them the least they can do is assist by embodying such a secure base of operations. The shelter that you need. The environment designed to make you thrive. Each day you rise with a smile you jump for joy, feeling so refreshed and energized with a sparkling zest for life embodied by a glimmer in your eyes which shine with focused clear intent and a radiant vibe.

This is the Game of Souls as its meant to be. The tale you’ve heard is of brick and mortuary, meaning of your own body as the home I’ve described which is, in effect, The Temple and its within this vessel does rest your awareness. Its why it was gifted free as its always yours. Once up a when you knew you owned it and enjoyed it thoroughly, then it was in excellent repair as you were still new to this realm and knew not what you possessed as its easy to take for granted when no one takes the time to clarify the details. After a while you started ignoring it, deciding instead to do other things. Why? Because thats what everyone else did. “No one I know lives in mansions” you think so you set out into the world, a world which was designed to make you think you are less than magnificent and conveniently forgets to mention large parts of the deal which you, now possessing a dulled, blunted curiosity, never realized you can seek out freely, should you wish.

The inheritance which bequeaths and reminds you you own this property is this message from willhelpme. Take a look at your mindbody, the Earthday Suit that allows you to interact with space time freely and you’ll see its in the same state of disrepair mentioned previously. But, like I said, its a gift and its yours so take advantage of it because I’m giving you a blank cheque to fix it and recreate it just as you wish. The renovations in this case are actualized by the use of techniques designed to awaken your awareness. This is the Path of Power I mentioned and this is also why I said you must do it all yourself because its common sense than no one can take your body to the gym and make it look nice and perfect so why would you expect any different when it comes to building The Temple?

Just like the metaphor expressed, first we must see it for what it is. Next we remove the obstacles that serve no purpose other than taking up space with their presence due to previous negligence and then the fun kicks in as we let our imagination run wild and decide what to do with this gift. If your emphasis is creative then a studio you build. Use it for art, dancing, whatever you wish that allows you to give life to the reality within. If you enjoy cooking then we make the heart a kitchen. I’m sure you get the image, its not for me to express but for you to uncover within your Self because this is your home, your Temple, your vision.

Stop for a moment and imagine how life would feel from then on. Free from the baggage of the past, secure in a place to call your own in an environment you created to nourish the very best of your Soul which in turn allows you wholeheartedly to share your gifts with the world. Tell me that isn’t the life you want but didn’t realize where to go to make it happen as you previously ran to and fro according to the whims of so and so as so many people claim to know whats best and yet abject misery has been the default mode of the human race for so long.

Now, hear my words because I say them wishing you the best, this is not an easy task nor is it for the faint hearted because as you can imagine a one person renovation of a property almost derelict takes an immense amount of effort and dedication as well because you’ve got to see the end product where others picture rubbish. Not only the world but your own habits will discourage you. Know why? Because these noisy forces within are in cahoots with the lord of the land who rents you a tiny, noisy tower block apartment with nosy neighbors and all the mess as well as the lift never walking as you daily trudge up and down the steps which ruffians urinate within. This is where your awareness currently dwells. For this you pay with your mind, your body and your potential and the sums are immense. It’s why life feels like there is something missing and you dream of escaping every chance you get.

Well, now is the time and this is the opportunity you’ve been waiting for, my friend. Countless others have lived and died without ever realizing the nature of the trick and that means the Game of Souls wins because its main aim is to divorce you from your resources, your gifts, your natural inheritance so it can sell and tell you things that profit it. After all you were born radiantly embodied, it’s your natural way in this realm and just how you were lured into a state of manufactured ignorance that allows others to profit from your lack of awareness as they line up to sell things that are designed to be ineffective and prevent you from reclaiming your Temple.

The moment you decide and make up your mind to choose your Self you will encounter immense amounts of resistance: “Eh, why bother? Its too much effort. Forget it!” they said and because you’ve spent a lifetime being directed by forces you confuse for yourself its quite easy to give in. Imagine you are given a glass of milk with water mixed in. The challenge you must accept is how to filter out the dilutant, the adulterated factor so that purity returns in essence because once you come to grips with this challenge never again can anyone step on your natural resources as you’ll have unblocked the well of limitlessness that flows from within and is at the heart of the Temple. For this illustrates well why adult life feels sort of like it did when a kid, just not as intense, rich or flavorful. That once pure white was introduced to a clear contaminant and thus its taste doesn’t hit like it did, back in the days of Inner Sense. But it can once again, if walking the Path of Power is your intent and you accept the challenge to question everything that has got you to this point. As you examine the rhyme and reason for why you accept living with less when abundance is your natural state of presence as there waits an immense inheritance within, just waiting for you to claim.

I’m calling to you now. Do you have the will to choose your Self? Here, take this blank cheque. You know what comes next.

Till we meet again

The Mentor Process

Have you ever noticed that when a friend comes to you with a problem all you see are solutions yet when you’re in the same place yourself the script is flipped and hopes dims as you find yourself getting pulled in to a loop of negative thinking where you often make mountains out of molehills. Wouldn’t it be nice if you could be a friend to your Self in that moment in order to think different? Yes, well why not try the Mentor Process and see what happens:

Relax, become centered. Drop in your embodied awareness and request the presence of a mentor to assist with their guidance. It can be a friend, someone you’ve seen in a show, anyone you feel may just know exactly how to handle the predicament. We’re in the land of imagination and there are no limits to the resources you can bring to bear upon the situation. Now, once you’ve done this its time for the conversation in your head which can play out just like they were there in the flesh, as you’ve no doubt witnessed countless times when friends are at their wits end and you help them find a solution.

It really is that simple as self talk is a natural element of the embodied imperience, just like imagination is and this way we put them together in a way which offers your temporarily closed perspective an opening which allows inspiration to pour in. Many people have used this process to literally and metaphorically talk themselves down off the ledge and without things might have gone different.

Another interesting thing to consider is that the Mentor Process hints that we contain within at least two mode of being. One is expanded and sees the pic, all the playas as well as potentials that are contained therein whilst the other has a tendency to hyper-focus and the catastrophization that brings because limits beget limits that manifests as ever decreasing options whilst expansion blows away what was often not even there in the first place. Are you your best or wackest version? The very fact you can tell, in an instant, that other options exist and where, in relation, you sit is quite interesting, yes?

The more you do this the more it becomes Self evident that reality exists in a very malleable state and you have immense powers and skills to bring to the table when it comes to shaping the experience an event generates. This is why I say there are no accidents, only opportunities when one lives in a state of play because this is the prime way we first learned how to make our way into this Game along with imaginary friends and a great many other things the Mentor Process can once again bring out of retirement as you learn to transcend limits and thus free yourself for other perspectives which are way more fun in the long run.

Try it for your Self. If you haven’t, yet, then I’d recommend you sketch a timeline then commence with the rest as it really does help track your adventure in the flesh and how to direct it next. There are a lot of coals ignorant of the fact that they’re diamonds, shining, as they haven’t updated the OS in their heads with a new perspect since back when. This process can really help one get to grips with life as it is as one aspect of you may berate for not having done that or this whilst the other points out far greater accomplishments. To put it visually:

This is what I meant when I said “Keeping the Correct Distance“, back when as objects may seem closer than they are in the illusion called life and the surprise is when it clicks it all takes place inside your head. That, in a nutshell, is the Mentor Process in full effect. Use it to Witness your Self as you do the Knowledge and bring more depth back to the pic as you make smarter choices and play the hand dealt to win.

The next step as you up your res is comprehending the fact that atoms are mere fabrications and that you’re the only Soul in this realm which means if life is a puzzle you best get to solving it… Is it getting solipsistic in here, or is it just me? Let me know once you reality test and, your Self, taste the superfine mist of consciousness, my friend.

Till we meet again

Living on the Outskirts of Your Mind

The Game of Souls is an illusion. A hologram which solid to those partaking but is no more real than a dream. Yeah, that makes perfect sense because when you’re lying in bed, observing technicolor visions in your head, filled with disjointed logic and countless improbable events it seems like the real thing. And then you regain your day to day awareness and think “Wow, what a bizarre experience” as you get out of bed.

What if that was the hint about what we’re currently within? Really stop and think about it because it makes no sense for our ancestors way back when without laptops and double glazing to be out, dead to the world, for eight hours of pitch darkness when all manner of beasts were prowling with stomach growling and teeth and claws ready to kill.

How do you explain that? Talk about making survival an uphill challenge. If anything you should be grateful you live in a world filled with an outsane amount of conveniences even if they denature men and make him act like an enemy to his environment. That one is just a strange as well, if you truly stop to think because we’re engaged in a war with the planet that even if we win we’ll find ourselves losing. Or maybe thats the plan as little red, not green, men wish to jet to another planet with the best and ensure the meek inherit a bombed out shell so they can’t follow them to their new zone of influence. Wait and see, it’ll happen then it’ll click but it will be too late to do something about it but thats another topic so lets get back to this:

Lets say you don’t believe in the hologrammatic Game of Souls as illusion paradigm and you think all you Witness is truly solid and really real outside of your awareness and you are just like it and not a playa on this level that was designed to suck you in and extract as much as it can get. Forget all that for a moment, its all real and not a trick but then riddle me this, my friend:

Is the world filled with liars telling lies about almost everything? You’ve got to admit that truth is often spoken of but rarely heard in this realm where lawyers destroy justice as he with the deepest pockets wins, Doctors ruin health under the guise of helping and politicians, well the less said about them the best because they are at least partially honest. Of what am I speaking? Well they do what they say on the tin:

Poli ticks. Many leeches. They are exactly this and they justify their blood sucking existence by doing pretty much nothing that benefits us and everything for them even though they promise to listen and will offer whatever they think will get you voting. Newsflash, if your vote was worth anything and could change something you think they’d leave that power in the hands of the plebs who are kept in the dark like shrooms and fed a steady stream of BS. Nyet, Comrade. Not a chance, my friend.

Now with this in mind tell me why you would search outside for truth when it can only lie within? Aha! That is the question and the answer is this:

People are petrified of their inner realm. Imagine a student who gets a message that their parent is visiting. “Oh no!” they silently scream as they sit half baked in front of the TV “You mean you’re almost here?” as they rush around, stashing the green and all the empty bottles as they attempt to civilize the scene and make their folks think a diligent life of study is what they lead. Stuff is shoved in closets, thrown under seats, swept under the rug. Anything but actually cleaned because they’ll be right back at it when they leave and can breathe a sigh of relief as long their support cheques keep hitting the cash machine.

Now imagine his parents were suspicious and they kept calling in at most random times and events. The poor students nerves would be wreck, its almost enough to drive him to drugs and drink due to all the stress! Not to mention the constant piles of things he’s rather they didn’t witness that were slung here and there in haphazard ways to prevent them realizing their precious little boy is actually wasting his golden ticket in getting wasted on what they send to spend to educate him.

Now, after a while the mess would be intense and he’d often cut them off at the door and say something else like “I’m just headed to the library to get some studying done, coming? We can grab lunch later then” and all kinds of tricks that prevent them from coming into his domicile and checking the constant supply of intoxicants and loose women that he’s really being educated in.

Bit of an obtuse metaphor but it is what it is. The point is it explains well most peoples inner realms as their little self sits inside their head and edits the story they tell themselves. The bits they don’t like? The hurt, the fear and the pain? They thrown down below their neck where it steadily accumulates and even though they don’t know, they know and from this they’ll do anything to escape. Getting back to the real world its why so many people self medicate because if you ask them they’ll say plainly “It helps me to chill and relaxes my frame”.

Now the thing is people are so used to weaving this fairy tale they forget about the truth and are sucked further into the Game and further away from the place they were born and destined to reign:

Their inner terrain.

From themselves many are estranged and thus live lives that feel fake because their brain shuffles some labels at their awareness in lieu of the real thing which was full bodied experience, that in this example the parents represent as you in a higher state. They can’t, mustn’t be let in because that will be the end of the charade, the end of the Game the pseudo student played and the reason they picked a place so far away so they could get out from the watchful gaze and just let loose for a change.

Now that we’ve taken the complicated way round to outline the nature of this charade I’d have to ask you where is the truth hidden in this little masquerade? Why in the house, of course. Or in your case from the neck to the waist and as you age from the ankles up again which is why the elderly move at a shuffling pace as their weighed down by the edits they try hard to erase and convince their higher state of awareness they aren’t living as reprobates.

Why is the Game structured like this? Well actually it makes perfect sense because if everyone is lying to themselves they’ll invest even further in the illusion and go to ever crazier lengths to avoid letting their parents in to that which is hidden but they suspect, nonetheless.

As far as they’re concerned their son is a model student who will graduate with full honors, money well spent they think. Little do they know that when this adventure comes to an end and it becomes self evident his tuition was spent on revelry and indulgence then there will be consequences. In the mortal sense this is death because at the moment of expiration all that which was hidden comes up to the surface which is why its far better to deal with it whilst breathing, no matter how unpleasant because you can only leave this realm with what you came in and no luggage is accepted so don’t even try and check in.

Man this really is going all over the place isn’t it? Anyway you catch my drift because the nature of this subterfuge and image building should cause bells to ring in your awareness and the question is this:

If you’re dreaming in a dream and that vision seems real how can you tell its not whilst still in the scene? Flick a light switch, look at your hands or better yet try to read. These three with most certainty will reveal its not what you’re thinking at that moment as its all playing out inside your head and when this clicks then the dream can shift and you become aware its as flexible as elastic and then, the real fun begins.

Extrapolate this to real world for a moment and bring that old metaphor back in as the kid knows what is real and invests so much in hiding from his parents that he ends up creating a mess by not hitting his targets as he was so invested in ensuring their dream world seemed real, even if it was an illusion. They knew, deep down, that this was all a trick. Thats why they put the pressure on with these random visits to check on their investment now consider this:

You have had at least one, maybe ten or dozens of dreams that feel so real that when you rise in your bed, just for a moment, your current life feels artificial before reality kicks in and you set off to do it all again.

Imagine for a moment you could access this inner realm whilst not dreaming. What of those implications as you use your natural resources to expand your awareness. Going back to our student friend its like he evaded his parents, got as high as he wished and then somehow came up with an invention that generated millions and made him a legend. They wouldn’t care about what he didn’t because what he did offsets this and this entire convoluted missive is designed to make you think what are you missing by living on the outskirts of your mind, disconnected from your inner realm as you attempt to coast on a ticket from a higher aspect of you is paying for and expecting greater things?

What if thats the main trick behind the “Be Kind, Rewind” effect and the peacock feather of sentience wrapped in flesh which means you get mindwiped and reskinned? Wouldn’t that be something? A cautionary tale for those invested in the wisdom of ignorance and too proud to admit they know nothing

Till we meet again

Richard Pryor Told It as It Is

To me Richard Pryor was, quite simply, the greatest comedian that ever lived. Matter of fact, I’d be willing to double down on this bet and say that there never will be, ever, anyone who could even think of eclipsing him in terms of raw talent, innovation and timelessness. Do you know why this is? They say the hallmark of genius is when everything before you is irrelevant and all that follows bears your imprint. Thats Pryor. Did you notice the synchrospell with the name, in full effect? It appears the universe is not without a sense of irony. Or are they hints that are picked up on only by schizos and mystics when, in the end, the former is simply a malfunctioning version of the latter who drowns where the other swims. But, thats another topic. I want you to listen to this:

He speaks on the ease of buying in to anothers vision of the life you’re supposed to live and how many people, without Knowing, choose this option as its the path of least resistance. How about you, my friend, are you living your life of that of your parents as how many kids yell “When I grow up I’ll never be like them” and yet in a few decades and change they hear the exact same things coming from their lips. Why do so many not comprehend that the same mind virus that infected the last gen has now set up home in their dome as well? Where is their empathy? The sense that wishes to nurture their childs Inner Sense? Nope. Instead they bludgeon an old OS into their heads and then grin when they take steps to become as Adulterated as them. This, in a nutshell, is the mass sickness to which most are well adjusted. Not me though. Whips, chains, pain and shame couldn’t sway me from the narrow way that truth illuminates hence why I push the pen like this because its real easy to give in and become what they wished. On the flip, creating the Path by walking is akin to a living hell and this is why I’ve said only 8% of the realm can handle it.

Sadly, most of them (As Pryor attests) are knee deep in coping mechs as there is no school or institution that teaches you how to keep your inner fires lit when they are all rushing to sell you a light switch, electric bill and bulbs designed with engineered obsolesce. This is why you picked the simple option, my friend. Well, that and a devious intent at the helm that Knows fine well you step into this realm in a state of hypnosis and they exploit this, real well, by using the principles of coherence and desire for acceptance and validation. Some jits are just born difficult. Its like they remembered what they were taught to forget when the mindwipe did its thing and Know their parents, no matter their intent, are entirely ignorant of lifes deeper meaning and what is actually happening. They may start off as difficult and then keep expanding their lack of tolerance ranging from what they will and will not eat up to how they dress and whether or not they pay attention when class is in sesh.

He has a lot of potential but is very easily distracted and constantly makes a nuisance of himself, much to the classes detriment as they all pay heed to the clown who speaks in jest” said many a report card, back when. Did you know that the Jester was kept around the King in order to do just this and deflate the fake BS by telling it how it is? This is the same role played by the comedian and the fact that Patrice didn’t hit is proof positive that the real is suppressed in times of near universal decep. What if, like Richard, you’d been surrounded by a life so intense from the moment you stepped in that you couldn’t afford fakeness? He was born not by a river, in a little tent, but a brothel instead that was ran by his grandparent. His father was a pimp and mother, a whore. When the child was abandoned he was taken in by Gran who beat the hell out of him and not long after this the sexual abuse kicked in. Horrific, isn’t it? And yet this process that I’ve termed coal to a diamond is quite common. Especially for those who will prevail as Warriors, in the end.

Pryor tried to buy in to anothers vision whilst he dreamt of success as he aimed to emulate the current trends mainstream America expects. One day he had an awakening as he stood on the stage of the Hotel Aladdin and finally got his wish:

What the F am I doing?” he told a sold out audience as he clicked those six words actually applied to him. The trance of anothers vision was lifted from his lids. Ladies and gentlemen, a legend is born, as from that moment on the gloves were off and blood would be drawn. Comedy would never be the same again as there was the Game before him and what came next:

If you, like me, are an Eighties jit you’ll recollect that comedians pushed product on pressed vinyls, back when. Listening to these in the days of my genesis and then eventually copping the VHS impressed how much more was added in with the visuals, present, as Pryor told his jokes with his whole form. I mean, check this:

The money and awards came in as the audience voted with their attention. Here was something new, fresh and accurate that told the truth with no Fs given in a way that was unique and different. Can you imagine being an artist in the Seventies – a day when music was the best as competition was intense and there were far less distractions – and hearing a comedian went gold, again? As anyone creative can attest, the beast is a wicked thing. And yet, people line up to be chewed up and digested. Even more so since the web and its spells.

Rich pushed the pen and wrote most of Blazing Saddles as well but they say the Brothers, Warner didn’t want to foot the bill and placed someone else in his role instead. Ninety percent business, ten on the show… Once again, a common song as loads in the biz are broken in ways the glitz keeps hidden. One of the most telling things I ever saw in a glimpse behind the curtain was how badly these celebs are treated with the whole:

I made you, you whore. Without me you’re nothing and if I click my fingers you’ll never work again so give me head when I demand it and I don’t want to hear any questions”. All of this was done with finesse and fronting to show another of their “strength” as well as issuing a tacit threat about what you’re up against. Thats before I get into the extortion, pimping and backdoor shenanigans in which folks with talent are sharked by those with big fins, deep wallets and connections. Thats the biz, my friend. It is what it is. Back to Rich:

The offers came in along with the requests for down toning but Pryor would not relent. Much like Chappelle, in that respect who walked away from millions and preferred to remain coherent. Notice how the press said he smoked crack and had flipped his lid when he went to Africa instead. A telling thing about that trip harks back to something his inspiration said:

There is an aspect of the fractal at play in all of this as that is exactly what we’re within. This is why Eddie donned the red suit as well along with his mannerisms but anyone can trace a sketch. It takes a genius to spill ink on a page that is blank to create the blueprint. This is what Pryor did. He himself would attest that the Foxx that was Redd, Godfrey Cambridge and Dick of house Greg first blew breath into him but thats the same as MJ saying without JB there would be no him, no moonwalking and no HEE HEEs as well. Everything is part of a continuum with each step building on the next and that is because the void that they sell is actually filled with Ether instead as that is what links the fractal. He who hath coherence can stand on the shoulders of giants but its the fact that a man sees further through a tear than telescopic lens which is most dramatic as its amazing that those who make us grin are often crying within:

This is such a common thread in the land of comics that its very rarely questioned and mostly accepted. If anything it hints at the duality of the web that life spins and places us in. I want you to picture it like this:

As much as they make you laugh is the exact ratio of hurt they feel within and this, suddenly, makes Rich’s life make more sense, yes? Can you see why I said there will not be another like him as one must be willing to walk those steps to see those sights. Who wants that life? Who has that strength? Plus he ain’t even started yet… From the eye of the storm he issued his reports. Burned to the quick with a crack addiction to pumping hot lead into his whip. Best believe if there were socials, then, they’d still be ringing about his antics as the lines between art and life were getting blurred, with wit. The thing is there was one thing that remained constant throughout all of this and its what drew others into his glow of illumination:

Realness.

He never sugar coated, varnished or gave PR safe answers in that respect. Instead he shot from the hip and always gave those who could something about which to think after he’d slinked off the stage and was now engaged in a binge. Its like he was drowning and would surface, now and then, to share what was in the depths of being human with the rest and then sink back to the abyss. Rick James knew this place well, as Eddies brother, Charlie, doth attest.

Barbara Walters asked him “Who believed in you? Who did the caring?” and he said:

Richard Franklin Lennox Thomas Pryor, the Third. And magic dust“. He meant it. This is something which I know, real well, because if the only place to find a helping hand is the end of your own sleeve then life very quickly reveals what it did deal and thus one must play to win which is why I wanted to take a moment to appreciate him as my intent has always been to study the greats and become greater or, as my father said shortly before he was murdered:

“Look at those like us. How they lived and died as well and the bits in the mid. There are but so many traps they can set so learn from their examples and choose better options as man is predictable but you, my son, are a genius and I expect greater things”.

As such I report from my own personal abyss with its own direct vision and sketch of not only this but higher realms because I’m certain if you asked Rich if we may be dead in a living hell he’d nod his head as he knew, fine well, the Devil that dwells within as well as the differentiation between the Prime and numinous that gave rise to his magnificence. The trick, my friend, is learning to discern hence doing the Knowledge and this is the difference between a Slave and Warrior, in the end as the former accepts the script whereas the latter rejects it and seeks to pen his inspiration which, more often than not, meet invisible resistance and, eventual, mass coherence as well because there is something about a car wreck that people makes people start craning to look in as they pass by, safe, in the distance.

From the eye of the storm Richard Pryor told it as it is and to me, coming up, his presence was a gift because, just for a moment, I could forget the tears I’d shed and laugh real hard instead. Imagine my surprise as I progressed and found the rest of what kicked and how coals that become diamonds face pressure that won’t relent and using his missteps as an example I tap danced around the mechs themselves and the cope they beget…

Here we have a man with no Pryors and none subsequent as well and thus a living legend.

Till we meet again

What to Do When You Feel Overwhelmed

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

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

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

“This is bad. Really bad”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Your Life Reflects Your Beliefs

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

Your life reflects your beliefs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

How the Superfine Mist of Consciousness Tastes

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

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

Consciousness, and its primacy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are we finished or is you done?”.

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

“Quick, look busy, Jesus is coming!”.

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

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

A philosophy.

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

Till we meet again

The You Iceberg

At the top
where most sit
there is a tiny bit
they claim as “self”.

Note,
no capitalization is present
ergo its not a gift
but
its close at hand
and thus
most accept:

I am John of House Smith
I like that and this. These are my accomplishments”
and on goes the rest.

You may note that these things are,
universally,
external refs.
Strip them away and
like a Ship of Theseus
what is left of the man?

For the Slave?
Nothing
as he’s hooked on the content
within.

The Warrior
on the flip
observes the context:

Pure consciousness.

Identical in bed
awake or other realms
.

The true universal constant.
At one with everywhen
and
most curiously
identical in all things
including the one many are praising.

Suggest this to them
that the Kingdom is within
and they are gods who forget
and they’ll call you blasphemous.

This is the true Self I mentioned
back when
as its at the other end
of the spectrum.

The funny thing about
the You iceberg
is that only the peak is dense.

The further you progress
the more nebulous it gets as
around the mid
you can’t tell where the water ends
and the berg doth sit.

Beyond this it gets stranger still
as it all becomes a tremendous mist.

Kind of like that which shrooms spill
beneath the rest.
An organic web
that has its own resonance
with inside your head
and galaxy as well.

Like I said
at that res
it gets super trippily slick
as its Self evident we’re within
a coherently collapsed creation of consciousness
much like a hallucination
that makes one wonder:

“What the heck?”.

Sadly, most don’t
because the thing with the bit
frozen
is that its ring fenced in.

Not in any solid sense
but concepts in their heads.

Its like training an elephant
using a stake and chaining it
as it thrashes for while before
eventually
giving in.

The saddest part is that
due to this trick
it learns to forget its own strength
and does anothers bidding.

All it would take is a little nudge
and it would become Self evident.

People are like elephants
except they remember to forget
that they are not only the ice mountain of ignorance
they currently accept as wisdom
but the sea of culture in which it floats
the similar resonance on show
as well as the fine gossamer mist
that dwells beneath the surface
which is their Inner Sense
pure and unconditional.

The chief aim of doing the Knowledge
is reconnecting to this
but one must be willing
to clamber down the hill

and this means transcending limits
you didn’t know you accepted
back when
that said:

“All men are frozen
the form is the function.
We own the oceans
where you are floating
and thus
we lay claim to your sentience
via wholesale ignorance
and cheap camera tricks
like sending bills
to a Mr or Miss
in BLOCK CAPITALS
as a hint
which so few truly get
and fewer still reject“.

Obviously
they say the loud part loud
and keep the rest hidden

Its just as I said though
A huge trick, chick.

Welcome to the Matrix.

This is the reason
The You iceberg exists
as one can fall for it
live and die in ignorance
or ye can challenge instead
and thats when the res doth shift
and you cannot help but grin
at how strange the whole
“Being Human” deal is
because who but an idiot
would take in a tiny, tiny percent
of the EM spectrum
and then say
with confidence
This is the way it is,
my frozen people!
“.

And yet
it is.

And by that I mean
it isn’t.
Not one bit.
Beyond the limits set
by the (false) self in your head
as, to it, the iceberg is all there is
and it’ll be dammed if it doesn’t use every trick
to make sure you live the life it wish
and not the one of which you’re capable.

Do the Knowledge, my friend.

Till we meet again

The Brain as a Reality Creating Device

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

The Snake, the Mouse and the Monkey Inside You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

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

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

Till we meet again