Methinks a shell Game is in full effect in this realm as both are backed by what you invest in something another says. They’re equally centralized as well not to mention they’ve caused plenty of evil and loads of grins to spread.
Its a strange thing isn’t it? What do you think? Have you ever considered the links?
Did you know that back when excommunication was the threat as people owned their land and homestead ergo the potential to be blacklisted from social connection kept them all in check.
Until they became mere peasants instead.
These days you can pretend that its equivalent would be having to use the net all by your Self.
The most interesting thing is that is Social Credit in a nutshell which just proves so well that the dresses may shift with the ages but the designer at the helm is identical from one stage of the Game to the next and thus if you haven’t spotted the grift then tag, you’re it!
Look around today, you can see the seeds being sown in various movements and mental adaptions because the entities that run the Game think a thousand years ahead. As old wisdom says – to cook a frog alive you lower it in at room temp and then gradually increase the increments because by the time it realizes its too late to do a thing and you serve up a fresh dish. Its quite sneaky and also very intelligent. This is the hallmark of these beings because plausible deniability is present and correct. The frog was equipped with legs that it could’ve used to jump out of the predicament it found itself in when it was placed in an entirely foreign environment due to the intent of he who is cooking and brewing in the kitchen but chose to do no such thing. In that way they can claim the blood isn’t on them but on the one that failed the test of relying on their own common sense and natural attributes to get themselves out of this. Worse still is the few that do escape and try and teach the tadpoles different are looked at crazed, outsane beings for believing such ridiculous things.
“What? You mean to tell me that water, the very thing within which we live and is entirely natural and heat which is just as obvious are actually used to kill and, wait a minute, get this: It’s done so slowly you don’t realize it and then you’re dead if you don’t do something? You’re off your head, go on, hop along” they said purely because they lacked the frame of reference and couldn’t relate to his imperience and that, my friends, is pretty much the same as human kind because in the grand scheme of things our lives are but a blink but hidden within the illusion is a simple truth they’d rather you forget:
This, all of this, everywhen takes place in your awareness. Knowing this is one thing, embodying it another but once you know without doubt the truth of this statement and align all aspects of your Self, everywhen, in total coherence to actualize the potential of this Knowledge then the mighty oak which bursts forth from the seed of this gift is not just life affirming but changing as well because you view things from a different perspective and thus notice the trajectories and plans, deals and schemes that form the actual factual conspiracy theory known as reality. A word on that last point:
This is exactly the process of information management and reality creation is, and has been, firmly in the grip of a handful of human beings since way, way back when and they readily present the illusion of choice when in truth you have no such thing. Look at all elements in media from the so called free press to those who bust your blocks and various other forms of entertainment. They are all linked as subsidiaries, affiliates or masquerading as independent with unannounced controlling interests sitting quietly in the wings. “But, but, but what about the net? Its all open and free, anyone can say anything” I hear some bleat. Not quite true, is it? Take a look at the trends and what the majority are searching and feeding and you’ll notice they tend to stick to the same narrative. Those who veer from the well lit and super busy main stream find an almost overloaded and intentionally murky side street that is filled with things ranging from quite wise to flat out lunacy.
Van Gogh was a perfect example of this as are many others consigned to invisibility via history like the so called schizophrenics who are beaten daily with an influx of chemicals designed to prevent them speaking clearly to rest about the nature of what they witnessed inside hells kitchen aka reality. Did you know these so called nutters can identify each other, instantly? Interesting is it that there is no medical instrument or test that can do such a thing with accuracy and the entire field is filled with human observation primarily to decide who is and who isn’t crazy. Even more fascinating is those who fake their way in to mental establishments then find it next to impossible to be released even when they go back to acting like their standard selves. Ponder that for a moment and consider the implications because the nutters evidently have a far more sensitive temperament when it comes to the gossamer boundaries that delineate this realm for the third dimensional experience as ordained by the chef who sits and add a pinch of this and sprig of that and keeps on cooking.
I’d be willing to bet you don’t have a clue about the true nature of any of this. Better yet I’d happily double up and say most of you don’t care to hear anything outside of what you’ve been conditioned as there is comfort in often repeated ignorance and waiting for solutions that don’t come whilst ignoring your own power within because you’ve been taught to think its wicked:
“And it was said that he who attempts to use his legs to escape from the clear sacrament after having been blessed by selection will fall greatly out of favor with the one who chose him and never again would he be able to enter into the lands promised”.
Technically correct because the chef would be pissed if the frogs were to get it and just jet because he’s got paying patrons who booked eons in advanced to taste his slow cooked dish that is served to perfection ergo it helps to instill a script so that those who are targeted and picked to make it to those bowls in the kitchen think of it as something else and thus forego their own interests and ignore the screaming of their internal safety systems to use their natural equipment to shake a leg.
Like I said, there are layers to this and it all depends upon the depths you are willing to go to in yourself. Most prefer to dwell on top of the sea of ignorance that forms their awareness because underneath they sense a great turbulence that disturbs them as they think to traverse this space is akin to inviting death. That it is, in a sense. The death of what they used to think because the knowledge that is awaiting is, was and always has been your inheritance. Amazing how they made wisdom a wicked thing thanks to the use of influence that flipped imagery. I want you to take a look at this:
Draw your own conclusions because the best lies in this world contain ninety eight percent of the truth. Its the adulterants added in that are designed to skew your point of view you must learn to discern and refuse. I know I do and I’d be wiling to wager than I’m far happier, healthier and actualized than you as we’re hearted in different directions of the same loop. Whoops, that would be headed for you because you currently don’t have a clue what hearted means as you haven’t allowed that to lead since you were a baby. All part of the deal… All part of the deal.
The grand design of the internet is to ensure that we can all feel lonely as we connect because, like religion, it isolates as it pretends to unify and once inside you can’t help but notice further divides as cliques are formed, opinions expressed and this gives birth to further division and above all this one sits and taps his fingertips and says “Excellent!” like a cartoon villain, amused at those who accept and question not his paradigm. Speaking of:
It can look however you wish, perform anything you desire and will offer an experience that simply cannot be matched or have any form of equivalent when it comes to real flesh. “They are real flesh, you hate filled basket. There is no difference between silicon and carbon. I wish people like you were dead” says the one who spends his days and nights filling his objectified pleasurebot with semen. The irony of this is quite amazing as they will not see the true nature of this deal because of what they want so desperately to believe:
That the connection they feel is real and its not an elegant impersonation of awareness that has been generated from trawling decades and decades of meaningless babble from the old internet that was then stitched into neural coherence patterns that were designed to mimic the irrational aspects of humanity and its underlying desire for imperfection and self destruction wrapped up and presented with a nice bow of ignorance. What do you think you’re training when you read those Terminator texts with the Captcha test? Wrap all of this up in a form that seems human and people will fight the new fight, not realizing that either way they’re on the losing side. But who cares what I’ve said? It happened before and will again because this loop just continues cycling through the same levels with the same Souls dropped in until the tipping point and enough of them get it and then something else happens. What that is, I don’t know yet. It could be the end of this realm as it is. A new update and modes of play for those who upgrade their ways of relating to themselves or it could be something akin to it all fracturing and each one of us becoming “gods” in a sense as there is a big bang within that introduces the principles of polarity and spin, yang meets yin and suddenly there are little beings called humans with sentience walking around a planet wondering how they got into this and you train them to pay obeisance to your presence because you were at a primitive level of sentience when this event kicked in and look at it like a real life version of the Sims and thus decide to indulge your whims aka “And the gods looked upon the daughters of men and saw they were fair and wanted them for themselves so they descended to this realm and taught them the secrets of makeup and weapons”.
Sounds pretty human, yes? Gets you wondering if nothing else because the sex with robots thing evidently goes both ways as we’re hard coded to find beauty beautiful and any ways to get more of this and unleash those feelings will be defended by the death from those who profit as they refuse to question what provides them such security and bliss. Like a semen soaked, silicon based security blanket that feigns sentience, laughs at your quips and fulfills the wishes you didn’t even know you possessed. All to keep you awareness locked in this realm because the birth of computers truly was mans last invention and once the torch flips then the Game resets and the nine left standing, well 8 plus 1 to be more accurate and yes there is a difference, start it all over again until someone else is sitting here at a screen tapping keys and sharing perspectives similar to these at times just like this.
Know it won’t be me. This is my last spin of the wheel so take advantage of what I offer whilst my awareness is linked to this flesh because I say what I say to make you think and consider the implications of walking around in this realm where all the frogs sit in water thats bubbling and convince themselves instead that its a jacuzzi and thus is pleasurable as they offer thanks for being picked to he who stews and and cooks: The head chef that scrambled their awareness.
Really stop and ponder this at depth, my friend, and you will see how it all makes perfect sense. From the moment of incep until most folks last breath its what is spread thin and, for some, heaped pon them. They say a baby has two, innate, and they are falling and loud noises. Both of these are linked to the spiritual descent needed to link your unfinite consciousness with flesh and this is no mere metaphysical abstraction as the science doth science well:
Can you imagine the regret at not leaning in for that first kiss as you felt fear instead of the desire to connect as your dominant emotion? Take that and times it by infinitum and you’ll see why I said there is a conspiracy of continuum as those at the helm will not tell you this. No, on the flip they condition the opposite hence the non stop terror threats which, itself, is a homonym of the very planet where all of this kicks. Life and Anti Life, in full effect. I’ll let you tell the rest but that should outline the sketch, real well. Its why I’ve said they’re YOUR fears so may as well get used to them and slay em in the flesh as you ride the dragon instead of being vaporized by its breath.
How much more liberating does this feel than whatever you previously believed? If your peeps didn’t teach you this then don’t blame them as they’re simply the latest in a long line of ignorance which is your inheritance but even this excrement can have you coming up roses, in the end, if you dare glimpse within as your greatest strength is wrapped in papers of dread as this example attests. Often, the demons we face are us in fancy dress and thus we are on a mission to liberate ourselves which means we’re the prophet, in the end, which is mad ironic as I’ve already said we’re Jesus in terms of pure consciousness crucified between the two thieves in your head with Golgotha as a hint. What? I didn’t say they’d make it simple, my friend. How many times do you need to die and live to realize you’re an immortal wearing flesh and not the candle, snipped, that holds the flame, eternal, within its grip but isn’t the cause of it?
Of course, science – who can tell you what Pharaoh ate for breakfast and the rest – thinks this is a load of metaphysical mess but lets not forget the greatest minds in this realm that ate from that table never, ever stopped and drew a link that all schizos, ever, always said the same thing:
Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I see the code to the Matrix ergo its all blonde, brunette and red head encoded by some pixels and given strength by molecules of emotion. There is no greater bliss than watching a womans lotus bloom in this realm as you hit spots others can’t imagine as they didn’t know they existed but that is all part of the trick hence why sex sells everything as its the lure to draw another Soul in so ensure you come strapped, in that sense. Won’t be a problem for future gens but first let the Waifus and Weebs make their links because after the depop event the next will all be beautiful, hypersexual and pseudo immortal as well. See what I mean about ascent being the greatest gift of this grift known as the Game at the moment? Of course they’ll keep it hid as they don’t want everyone to leave on their shift. Its like throwing an immense party and having people walk in then dip, super quick, as you sit and reflect on how empty it all is:
Faded glories and old stories of what could’ve been is what most folks string together in their head as antidote to what they left undid as they were too scared to take life by the nads and let death pick up the tab as at all points in between its ultimately thee, my friend. Eternally the question is, are you Max or Vincent? Both exist within but its in the mid you find the golden circle which is beyond good and evil but thats a whole nother topic as I’m trying to keep it simps but not what OF pimps as they sit and death grip whilst flipping their plastic at the screen for a fake interaction dream that links in, perfectly, with the sex robots they’ll unleash to ease how intensely lonely people feel. Ah, its a dream within a nightmare but most folks don’t care. Listen here:
Earth as a place to face your fears because if you don’t in the flesh best believe you’ll meet when you’re dead. This is what, I suspect, is behind the archetypal “bad trip” as the hallucinogen provides a hint the Game is an illusion predicated on consciousness. You’ll find many Souls yelp when they’re in the grip of this but, afterwards, some will attest it was the best thing that ever happened whilst others could flip their lids and end up in a sane asylum and, yes, I call it this because the ones who accept this madness as standard as the ones that could do with meds but what the F, mayne, the drugs don’t work anyway as all the Docs do is push pills, slip off wedding rings and slide into something else thats a bit more comfortable. Like the sales rep who makes the tills rings and is, in effect, playing chess with whats between her legs as she gets to indulge, scope the scene and, hopefully, pick a man who’ll leave his wife, quickly, as she steps in to a well feathered nest and open relationship hence the cake is nibbled, super well, with not an inch gained on her midriff. “Who says this?” I hear the request. Just the spook who sat by the door and tells it how it is:
There are, however, immense amounts of resistance when it comes to this because the (false) self springs up in childhood as the tracks are laid for the Adulterated presence. “Sit up straight, look ahead. Speak when you’re spoken to” and all the rest of the mess. You may not have listened to your parents but you heard everything and the saddest part is we often imitate the worst aspects whilst suppressing the best of ourselves within. Can you imagine the frustration this brings? Can you see why its suppressed? I call the way to Self Knowledge the Path of Power because that is what takes to step and also brings to them who manage to go the distance. Quite a paradox, yes? Welcome to the non-dual perspective because between these opposites is the gift of the present moment that most keep wrapped up and buried in their chests.
Once upon a when I was talking to someone who generally moaned each time we met. There was a huge amount of discontentment to his presence and thus he was always fault finding or complaining about that or this. One fine ray he steps in as I’m talking to someone else about their happiness level and flipped the convo to him. “Me? I’m great. Smashing. Real positive. The glass is half full. Thats me, innit?”. I wondered who he was trying to convince, me or himself. I asked:
“Listen, for the past ten times we’ve met all you’ve lead with is how bad the weather is, these darn young hooligans, the teenage parents and why life is so bad around the ends. I”m wondering when you’re happy and positive?”.
What was interesting was there was a tiny blip, a small glimpse, of what he kept hidden beneath the mask and what made him feel like this. That was rapidly suppressed as he reeled off some examples of the time he helped an old lady across the street and got someones cat out of a tree and all of this. After he left the original person turned and said “That dude is miserable. Worse still he cannot see it. Is this what you meant about the (false) self? Its terrible”. See, there was a common theme in his conversational topics and they generally centered around the fact that we lived in a place where babies had babies hence grandmothers at thirty was common. His wife was infertile and he really wanted to be a parent. She’d never told him when they got hitched and they’d spent countless cheques chasing that and this before she admitted it. None of this emotion was ever faced or handled. As a matter of fact it was never discussed again and they presented the image of marital bliss.
One of the things I found most interesting was that this was his second marriage and the first one ended because his wife refused to get pregnant so, realistically, what were the odds of him recreating the same energetics with another girl he picked? This is I why I say life is scripted and the playas are just slotted in from whoever is a appropriate at the moment. That can be a bitter pill to swallow for many but its also quite liberating. Tracing back his steps it turned out this his mother had often said “I wish you were never born, you are the worst thing that ever happened” as she wasn’t the most emotionally stable parent. These Patterns were etched in his mind and whilst he desperately wanted to right the wrongs within he was attempting to achieve this via having a child and molding them in his own image. Do you realize how common this is? Everybody does it. Granted, its often not as dramatic or literal as an example but the outline is identical.
When I asked him about this during one of our conversations he said “Well, I can’t blame her. She was young when she got pregnant. There was a scandal in the village and thats why she left and we went to live in London instead”. At no point could he draw the correlation between his rage within upon seeing these hoodrats with kids living it up on social security cheques with reckless abandon as they dropped litter after litter to keep the dough rolling in. Neither could he grasp his intense emotions and resentment to the woman who used him like a son-husband in order to fill her emotional deficits whilst simultaneously being something to rile against. He’d never really had any kind of childhood nurturing in that sense because his mother demanded to be the center of everything and thus he’d been emotionally care taking since the moment he stepped in. This, actually, is a hint of a larger and more karmic connection but lets keep it to one lifetime for this example.
Countless talks, pointers and guidance. I eventually realized it simply wasn’t happening and thats when I discovered how the Pane Body manifests in some people as it walls off their chest and chooses here to suppress all of their hidden emotions. “Of course!” I said, considering the example. It made perfect sense now so I asked him how flexible he was around his shoulders and neck. He complained they were a wreck and laced with dysfunction. “Probably due to my job. Or the way I slept. It comes and goes so it could be due to stress”. Wishing to test an imperiment I asked him if he had a chair he could lean back in and feel suspended as he raised his chest to the ceiling and let his arms lift. He did. I asked him to try it. What happened next was quite telling.
“How did it feel?”. “Huh? What? Oh, the chair thing. I haven’t got round to doing it yet. But I will. Promise”. This went on for a while and to this ray I don’t think he did but it offered me immense hints into the nature of the (false) self protective mechs that actually run the show from within and the nature of Patterns. It did make me think how we are little more than meat puppets that are driven by impulses we do not truly comprehend due to the artificial nature of the lives we’re living and near total ignorance of our inner realms. Someone else I asked to try the same thing came back and said:
“Well. I did it”. “What happened?”. I knew this one would be interesting because this girl was quite different in her repressions and also had a strained relationship with her parent that she was determined to fix because in their home it was “Its up to you to learn how to deal with what I’ve said because I’m not changing“. She’d had enough of the conflict and yet felt beholden by invisible strings. I also knew she was super determined and not a stranger to her inner realms as she constantly self medicated with cannabis, heavy disassociates and some empathogens. “Well, at first nothing happened. I actually felt a bit stupid and kept wondering what she’d say if she came in so I stopped. Then I felt even worse for giving in and rationalized that if I waited till she went to bed then I’d have the house to myself so I tried again later that evening. Initially nothing happened apart from an increasing sense of discomfort but I did like you said and worked my way up to nine minutes until I was comfortable. At one point it felt like something cracked and broke within. I really thought I’d damaged myself as I snapped to attention and didn’t even click that there were silent tears steaming down my face until I was wondering why my clothes were so wet. It made no sense. Super weird but also it felt needed”.
This gave her encouragement and she redoubled her efforts and was reporting shifts in her dreams and random recollections of things from back when that she barely remembered before breathing and were now super vivid. She mentioned spontaneous movements and soon was heaving and crying as the decades of repression that lived beneath her neck came roaring to the surface. “I no longer care what she thinks” she said when detailing a moment where her mother came rushing at the sounds of her anguish as she sat there and wept. “I told her about the memories I felt, the sensations, the suppression and the rest. I mean really let her have it. It was super intense but I felt… I felt… Righteous. Yes, thats it. Righteous“. She nodded and continued “It was really strange because she actually listened. She knew the events I was speaking of with crystal clear recollection and actually said she regretted her actions the moment she’d done them but felt like she was on autopilot”.
Granted, they were still pretty enmeshed but it was a level of progress that was quite commendable compared to the man with the mask that started this passage as he had the key to unlock his chest but his protective mechs would not even allow the attempt. Why? Because his entire world would end as it meant ripping out the foundations of what he’d spent a lifetime investing in. This is when it clicked that only 8% of the populace are genuine capable of making the change and those are usually at the extreme end of the scale or those who have tried everything else and are now open to suggestions. The last part is amusing because a lot of people who came my way during the rays of the drop in were exactly this and were often at their wits end and thats what birthed the maxim that one must be willing to lose their mind to come to their senses. The former is the cell that Adulteration builds in their head whereas the latter are the currents of Inner Sense being damned by the Pane Body to prevent their gnosis and vent. In between this to deny all of this we meet the egoic false self and the many masks it whips up and on for the situation at hand.
These were the early rays of research and experimentation into all of this. I’m truly grateful for not only those who listened and attempted but those who ignored and didn’t as both offered immense feedback that allowed me to generate the sketch that feels quite accurate about why the world is a mess and the true nature of the solution. Its also obvious that most simply refuse to be unplugged from the System and the nature of this dysfunctional relationship. Actually, I just remembered the tale of the African neurosurgeon who struck up a conversation and then went and took what I said to his preacher who then commanded him to never speak to me again. So he didn’t. This is what I mean when I say this extends way beyond just one man and yet how the same is also the solution because once you start shifting and stop digging that old familiar Reality Tunnel there are those around who will attempt to get you back on track so they can feel comfortable that you are as miserable as then in an equally predictable existence.
From a personal lens my Journey of Self development cost me not only my career, business, investment and friends but the few remaining family members I had as well because they simply couldn’t comprehend my intense desire to exorcise these demons it seemed we’d all collectively inherited from previous generations and yet I was the only one speaking on them and attempting to eradicate my ignorance and coping mechanisms. Turns out I was incorrect as they were all, literally and metaphysically, in cahoots to prevent this gnosis hence the constant attempts to distract or send me some place else than within the depths of my awareness as each time I’d come back with an uncut gem which they’d then, with their coven, attempt to forge into a weapon of misdirection. They say you don’t choose your parents but it certainly appeared that some force did and that offers immense hints about whats at the helm of this realm and Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits…
I offer that as a warning because the Game is sentient and the last thing it wants, it seems, is for you to become awake in the dream as it will dispatch its Agents via their various deals and schemes to lure you back in to the lowest possible state of resonance as that misery is its currency as its the glue that binds reality. Well, that I reject and it certainly seemed it was intended because the gift of Inner Sense is a life far more content and vivid than the standard factory option of amusing yourself to death whilst running the psychosocial treadmill. Many are called but only a few choose themselves. Are you one of the 8% capable of awakening the Warrior within?
I’ve used the meta before of a mind being like a balloon filled with diamonds. An odd mix that shows the juxtaposition, well of living within accepted limits and the pain gnosis tends to bring as they are, by definition, the opposites. Its akin to a chicken that was raised in a coop ran by wolves suddenly comprehending its kin aren’t sent off on pleasure trips and then go and live with the new friends they met but something else instead. Rapidly a new, and more accurate, life swings in front of lens and one cannot help but question how the heck they missed this aspect of the sketch. I mean, lets pretend you’re said animal and you just clicked whats shared. What next? You can’t unawaken, its impossible to be plugged in again as whilst you may have accepted the promised neverland, no question, what actually sits at the end of the rainbow is as much of an illusion as the light refraction is as it only exists in the eye of the ones witnessing said event. What would you do next? Do you think the rest would listen or believe you’d flipped your lid?
“How come none of them wrote or sent a note when they landed or how the trip went?”.
“Duh, we’re chickens? Kinda hard to hold a pen without opposing digits, ain’t it?”.
See, the wolves are slick and know they can’t kill this chick, real quick, as the rest may click that the animal farm they’re within exploits them not just for flesh, eggs and feathers as well but a whole host of occulted aspects they don’t even comprehend are possible. And yet, for that one, the lone diamond in his grip really stings like a bish and threatens to puncture the balloon of his mind as they simply do not mix. They come up with a plan and that is to force as many holes as possible into the rubber lining and thus set up all types of scenes and hints designed to mess with his head.
“Its simple” they said, as they sit back with a grin. “We put the least effort in and bank on him running it into the ground to try and make sense and each time the diamonds edge comes in contact with the balloon it starts fraying till pop goes the weasel. We win!”. Another, more slick, is sitting back and thinking how they created schools to teach them to accept the needles and other methods of constant ovulation and how so few comprehended why the males were missing was to pimp their awareness and said:
“Why don’t we ensure this never happens again? We’ll call em a chickrofrenic and let her loose upon them with some incessant babbling and then the next one that happens they’ll already be inoculated and, best of all, we get to see how well the program sticks as the rest of their balloons won’t have diamonds in and if, by some chance, they listen we’ll do the same to them and create an epidemic out of it until they demand a solution we’ll only be too happy to give”.
They start cackling at this stroke of genius and set about implementing it. The poor chick in question feels like she’s being gangstalked by forces she cannot comprehend as the street theater starts unfolding, super quick. The diamond tip and latex were never the best of friends but now are getting well acquainted and one is coming off with nerves fraying as the others sharp observations won’t relent and it struggles to string, in ways coherent, this new data set. “Its exhausting” says the schizochick, trying to confess to a friend who is wondering what the hell is happening to her friend as, just last lays, she was right as rain. “Listen, the wolves are our friends. They keep the foxes at a distance. Do you remember how bad it used to be, back when? We should be thankful they swept in to offer their protection and look how they spruced up the pitch? Got us living like kings, they did. Why can’t you just be appreciative and be grateful for how smooth it is? That and the random draws to get sent on the pleasure trip to the beach of a thousand friends where you meet the one promised then live in bliss. Oh, I hope I get picked!” she says, with starry eye idealism.
The so called schizochick launches into an immense diatribe about how its an illusion to hide the fact they’re getting fed on their compadres dead and how she saw a sketch in which male chicklings are placed, breathing, into a machine that blends them into a puree, screaming, as its more efficient like this as they just need the women and thus the entire beach idea stinks as its a total hallucination etc etc. Her friend is taken aback and feels personally insulted as between the soap operas that promised such things and their own holy texts that speak of the world egg and whats within she finally starts to admit her friend has lost it and starts detaching as well. This is exactly what the wolves wanted so now they go full tilt. The rest of these misadventures I’ll let you imagine as we leap tracks instead:
Hunter and hunted or a hard target, if you Know the Ledge, as each encounter ups your res as to why murders get a trial before their peers but there is no due process for so called mad men who do not pass Go nor collect two hundred quid but proceed directly to depot injection in the rear end. Isn’t a picture perfect corroboration of what they said that a shadowy force was out to get them? How many misinterpret the clucking in their head as them though? Maybe thats the problem as they click the grift and signal the potential for awaken and thus that bid is nipped, quick, in order to prevent an insurrection from the living hostages that decorate the planet and reproduce then hand their seeds over to them for education in which boxes to tick. The simple fact is every child is born more present and correct than most mystics can hope to attain in the flesh. Its what happens next as they’re lulled into a state of hypnosis I’ve termed Adulteration that needs to be undone. Sadly, its as invisible as a glass maze to a fish in the ocean and, more pernicious, they’ve increased in an additive hallucinogen that becomes more and more addictive the longer you swim and its strange side effect is making you totally certain that your view is correct and its a shadowy “Them” that is the problem as you project this rage on another fish, some different click or a fool that voted blue when you’re all about the red. Are you seeing the sketch? Hearing me on FM or am I singing to the deaf?
There is no going back to sleep once you’ve undone the habit of a lifetime, my friend. In many ways the hardest step in being your own guru and only student is there is nowhere to turn when things get thick but the alternative of pledging my Soul to a clique that may or may not deliver what it says on the tin is not in my script. Besides, if their stuff actually worked the world wouldn’t be a mess or maybe the fact it is shows that it is really effective and that, in and of itself, is another problem. Anyway, the greatest fun I’ve ever had was when I was in over my head as I simply knew it was time to sink or swim and good job I’m quick when it comes to learning otherwise I’d have been many times dead before you read this text. Thats an interesting blip, truly it is because once you’ve been kissed by this dusky maiden so many times as a hint of what comes next you start to sketch a res that shifts the pic on what it truly means to live as, to wear flesh, we died to our immortal essence and that is mind bending but makes perfect sense when you consider that we are nothing more or less than pure consciousness.
Once you Know this, with capitalization, the noiZ on everything else gets turned down within but that means the outer starts acting funny style instead. Maybe they’re in on it, maybe they’re ignorant their minds are being controlled by the equivalent of a parasitic fungus that manifests as the voice in their heads and if they dare rebel against its grip it will amp its collectively accepted hallucinations into a living personal Hell that makes them think the entire world is after them. Tough life, eh chick? Lets get the fish out of here then like the ancient Kemetians said as they built that immense edifice to sustain the old natural vibration via the use of a different kind of tech that Tesla was more than capable of resurrecting hence why they let him invent a couple of things then mothballed him before handing his ideas to Steve Jobs and the clique to implement as and when. That last part may be bit of a reach and I’ll admit it as I’ve recently been thinking about the world in which we’d live if we didn’t try and uplift the lowest pleb in order to ensure they don’t feel inadequate as we hand them a medal and, instead, let the trailblazers do what they do best with a blank cheque signed by the collective as, sure, they may occasionally make a mess but I’d be willing to bet that, as a collective, we’d be far happier and progressive in so many ways than one can currently imagine. That, in and of itself, is a huge hint about whats at the helm and how not only tech but the rest including sports (totally fixed), drugs (state ran) and entertainment (mind controlled celebs that recite a specific script as per the grift with which they’re instructed) are drip fed in certain ways to create specific points of resonance in the plebs that are the invisible maze I mentioned hence why what you watch offers immense hints about your inner realms as, back when, the black mirror was only used by magickal adepts and now everyone has one their grip but how many link its facet to the hex that spins on the pole of Saturn and makes up the same glyph as repped by the three modern religions that have been at each others necks since Moses pants were the shortest and the rest is his story. Not my story but neither is it a mystery as the hints are in the spells as liars always tell on themselves and this is why I’ve said this realm has no use of truth as its easier to fool a trick than convince him he’s being pimped by a predator of consciousness that, at this very moment, is speaking from within their head and telling them to ignore all of this BS.
Poke it with the diamond of gnosis, see what kicks whilst breathing in slow, holding it for a bit then exhaling via pursed lips as the balloon swells in resonance and the Opponent in your head finds no place left to hide its illusions. Be warned though, there are dangers to deprogramming so do the Knowledge and see what kicks as you can’t unawaken once you slip the metaphysical equivalent of those They Live specs on your head and click that not everyone who walks in the flesh is truly human.
My, that does sound arrogant, does it not? The implications are that I equate my awareness with the grand thaumaturge that created this realm and am so intelligent that I pierced the veil whilst living and from this draw conclusions that leave me ever more disconnected from the 8 billion Souls rolling around this realm and far more in tune with the unfinite. In that respect you can say I simply interrupted my scheduled programming, except I didn’t in that respect as I am exactly what was intended and its all unfolding as expected. Once you click that reality itself scripted then you start looking at things different because the illusion of free will is the greatest trick.
See, children, way back when movies came on discs (and before that tapes and reels as well) which meant that you, the viewer who makes it all possible, were, in effect, grand and all powerful. Stop and think for a moment how you hold these lives, times, events on a shiny platter in your hand. The laser beam of your attention causes the cosmic hologram of their pantomime to spring into your awareness and thus you bring meaning to their suffering. Or other antics as there are many types of film. Its kind of trip, isn’t it? When looked at like this you realize the nature of the script because the feature presentation has been carefully framed, selected and edited. You can yell at your TV set as much as you wish, it won’t change a thing, as the scenes on the screen are a foregone conclusion. That is you right now, this moment.
A scary thought that can be hard to grip for those disconnected via the states of programming but one that becomes Self evident when you try and simply do nothing and find its next to impossible. That is quite interesting, isn’t it? Its akin to going against the grain of the projection and invoking a strong form of retrocoginition which not only edits the film but changes the entire process of pressing. This I am certain is possible because it all ultimately takes place inside our awareness ergo the greatest power of the artist is realizing they are the canvas upon which paint sticks to build its image. That in itself can be quite empowering. Or threatening, depending upon what you believe in. Some would say there is a vein of nihilism flowing through my pen as I push this topic and they’d be correct in their assumption as I’ve been staring at my own death recently and think about what has been, whats yet to be done and all the fun to come as well as the tears I have shed.
A black screen, some pixels of red, blue and green can move you tears, leave you as white as a sheet, aroused beyond belief or exceedingly happy. That is a huge power, whichever way you slice it and the fact that the three major religions of the moment on the planet are all linked by a black cube in some sense is a fact that brings more questions as we seek answers because if movies are a sense of time travel in that respect which allows us to step into contrived representations and situations of people that may or may not exist then one must ponder why the same hexagon spins on the axis of planet Saturn which itself is linked with the unfoldment of time and space via old religions, legends and myths.
Actually, this is a deeper, far more subtle and pervasive topic that I intend intend to uncover in this missive but this is whats flowing so lets keep going:
Imagine in front of you a glass that is tall and thin. Into it we pour a palpable red liquid. This fluid gains the imperiences of its container as it changes its shape to fit fit the limits. As time progresses the solution is shifted to another vehicle. A mug this time. Chunky and thick, reassuringly solid. The red carpet rolls and plays its position because whilst this may be new for what just popped on the scene, according to script, the thing of life knows well the dance and isn’t new to this. As and when another medium approaches at the time of transition and this one is akin to a chalice.
Now instead of cups imagine people and instead of wine lets say its blood. These are the imperiences of your ancestors and in many ways you are them as the past is always present because spacetime juggles that which shifts but what remains is unchanging yet never identical. These energies wield an immense influence from previous playas that pass on the wisdom of their imperience, their fears, training, imperatives, preferences and whole load more. Is the albatross reference starting to make sense now? Its just a matter of perspective and how you relate to your energetics. The fact that you do not know this should make your awareness raise questions because your Inner Sense is quietly nodding its head as it absorbs these concepts because they are Self evident.
Does it make sense why it often feels like you’re being pulled in a hundred different directions? Life like this can be pretty exhausting as you sit there wondering “Whats the matter with me?” not realizing that the question is the key as you perceive, on some level, what I’ve said hence the differentiation between the awareness that renders all of this possible and all of these factors that create impressions. Discernment is the key in many respects. A process I call separating the water from the milk and its very powerful as its akin to going back to childhood and getting another spin but not in the form of infantile regress. No, this is more like knowing then what you know now so its the best of both worlds at the very same moment and that is when the fun begins as this is the Warrior mindset.
Same components, different lens. This shift opens up a whole new perspective and way of playing which is wildly entertaining as it was intended to be. Its not for everyone but those that get what I’ve just sketched on the back of a napkin can easily perceive what is being pointed at is breathtaking greatness in the flesh. A life worth living. Remember, this is always an option, everywhen, if you’re willing to think different. It really is that simple so its a question of flexible or rigid. Your body will tell the truth in the respect, no matter how much proof you manufacture as you lie to yourself because that stiffness in your neck, the back that doesn’t like bending and the hips that barely open as they stand over stiff knees and wonky ankles all attest to what I’ve outlined. You’ll note that children don’t step into the realm like this and Warriors rebuild and reclaim the Kingdom within into a state of coherence. Slaves, on the flip, are broken into fragments that are then set against themselves with goals that often contradict so its like having a mutinous crew on a ship that makes getting from Point A to Point B nigh on impossible as there is no implicate order, no coherence, no Inner Sense.
That really is all that comes down to, if you want it in a nutshell. Are you a friend or stranger to your Self? If you sit there head scratching wondering what I’m meaning then why not try this? Taking your right hand I’d like you to touch your left ear and massage every centimeter, every inch of it as it protrudes from your head. Imagine your fingers are like paintbrushes and you need to ensure you don’t miss a bit. Do that for a moment until you’re certain you’ve aced it and then a bit more. Around a minute or upwards of thirty seconds.
Now thats done I have a question:
How would you rate your touch? Was it rough? Was it gentle? Was it exploratory and alive as it shifted from moment to moment depending on what you sensed or was it quite stiff and almost moving in a grid as it went from side to side with no true feeling? Have you ever wondered why an ear looks like a fetus? Don’t believe? Go take a peek for yourself and it will become Self evident. What is more subtle, but just as obvious, in this imperiment is how you caressed your ear proves how you relate to your Inner Sense aka the child within.
Contrast whatever you just did with what you would do if an actual baby was in front of you, crying in distress, and you knew what it needed most was an attentive massage over its ears. How was yours? The same as you’d do then or different?
“Conditioning and formlessness. Imagine that, when you were young, you were akin to a transparent hose pipe that was connected to an unfinite supply of subtle energetics. In many ways the transport mech that bought the essence to this realm and its content were identical and your definition of Self was the living process of influence that passed through and felt pretty amazing”. He nodded his head. “Over time this pipe picks up other peoples resonance and energetics, primarily your parents. Now, one must consider how their own pipe has gone through the mill and has been ran ragged so there are the barest drops off life essence circulating with its stifled presence which is, often, pitch black with accumulated ignorance that masks as wisdom. This is conditioning aka Adulteration“.
As I’m sure you can comprehend this is a most visceral example of not only what is to gain but also how you can lose the contents of your brain, go outsane and find it a tad difficult to gain resonance again, especially if you complain to the meds and they fill you full of this as the things madmen hallucinate are actually aspects of Self except they aren’t using other people, visceral, but pure energetics. A great meta for this is mercury as its a metal which is liquid and its silvery sheen reflects back the face of the viewer. Actually, I’m pretty certain that that description is a great way for navigating the Paranara that kicks in as the biggest mistake one can make in this realm is Thunking there is anything outside of their awareness as, for most, it sits in a cup but should it spill it pools into bits that seem disconnected and reflective but, in the end, are of one essence. No wonder he was the messenger of the gods and so many schizos claim to be Jesus reincarnated. That one isn’t really far off the sketch though as the shell Game surrounding is as it intense as the filth caked on your hose pipe of flesh through which drips the barest dregs of pure consciousness after being crucified in your head between two thieves – one who won’t cease speaking and the other is as bad but remains silent. Actually, lets pivot for a bit as I feel that would be most instructive:
I previously mentioned the image of a lava lamp and how these energies we collect from others that, usually, mean well are akin to hydrophobic chunks of resonance that, often, didn’t even start with them but we inherited, nonetheless. Originally the lamp is filled with a clear liquid and light that shines. At the end of your spin it can be filled to the brim with these immensely dense lumps of bound up emotional Patterns that are the consequence of a life, unexamined. Mix that with the hose metaphor and you’ll comprehend why babies bounce and old people are hunched as they walk with a stick, yes? This is also what they’ll pimp and manipulate to get you back in the flesh for another spin where you’ll do it all again… Knowing thy Self is akin to placing a filter into this mess and picking out a molecule of emotion then alchemizing it as you turn back the energies to sender and reclaim your own, clear, resonance. The side effect of this is what I’ve termed “familiar newness” as that is exactly how Inner Sense feels because if I asked you to define the difference between childhood and what you became in the present most would struggle with a clear explication of the effects beyond stating they feel like less of something and more of something that wasn’t initially specced as part of their trip. Now, one must comprehend that, for many, the very idea of going against their programming feels like a fate worse than death. This isn’t them speaking but the predator of consciousness. Like a host species for a mind virus it ensures we remain ignorant of its presence and mistake its whims for our own organic impulses. This is what the so called schizo comprehends on an intuitive level and is swiftly medicated in case he awakens the rest. Its also why there is one side that kills the prophets another sends before twisting their message of liberation as a vehicle of enSlavement for the adherents as it presents familiar blobs and tints which accord with their own resonance but tell me, my friend, who is holier? A man, aged, who knows the texts inside out and can recite the letter and spirit or a child that is factory fresh yet totally ignorant of the world and its whims? This is the aim of each Warrior as once you have reconnected with Inner Sense you cannot help but look at the world as a true reflection of madness in the flesh and this can be perceived as lifes greatest challenge and the reason we chose to don skin after inserting our Soul as a credit in exchange for the debt of breath and body we’re wearing on this level of the Game. Poetic, isn’t it? Getting back to the main thread:
To become formless doesn’t mean you become a hippy, dippy pushover with no limits. No, on the flip it means your boundaries are stronger than ever ergo you take no mess and disconnect, injoifully, from any not in resonance. In this article about energetic leeching I spoke of practical examples and samples of the internal shifts that bring about this process as you could look at stagnant water and the mosquitoes that dig it then label them the problem or you could ensure these elements are dealt with by keeping everything fresh and flowing instead and allowing a higher octave of life to unfold its presence. This is why the French failed when it came to digging the Panama Canal but the Yanks clicked what was incorrect and dealt with what left the other dead and scratching their heads as once the mosquitoes were removed the waters of life started flowing and immense amounts of sailors leapt for joy as the way was cleared for smooth sailing. This is the difference between conditioning and formlessness, my friend. In many ways people are taking the long way round, risking shipwreck and hating the traffic because the trade route is packed with pilgrims doing exactly as instructed but each of these canals is strictly individual, intensely private and all together wonderful because you free up vast amounts of energetics to be used in better ways. Why doesn’t the System tell you this? If they did, how would they sell life insurance for the maritime pilgrims that crew the billions of vessels of ignorance that are set adrift in seas, dangerous? Better yet, what if you looked into one of these vessels and discovered the people are walking around, on deck, petrified of falling in the drink and are wearing life vests made of bricks that not only cause immense discomfort as they handle their biz but also ensure their death should they dip into the drink in seas, intemperate? Kind of strange, isn’t it? Yet, that is exactly how it seems to my current level of ignorance because it takes a drunken sailor to fall overboard, not realize he did, relinquish his grip and then swim to an island upon which he discovers countless attractive women who are sipping at each others chalice with no interest for him.
In many ways that rather abstract meta is quite fitting as there are levels and layers to this deception and the awakening never really ends but it does hint how one can, on occasion, gain a spontaneous awakening which shows just how fake those blobs that drift inside the lava lamp of your consciousness is, ya dig? I spent vast chunks of time, extended, floating, motionless in high salt concentration water in total darkness not long after my latest near death experience but mine wasn’t to gain spiritual freedom like others are seeking but the opposite as my Spirit was so far out and disconnected from my flesh that I strongly suspect the aim of all of this was to take over my body by knocking out my resonance. A lot of people are actually living in this state of possession, Twenty Four/Seven. What is stranger still is if you exorcise their demons they simply call them back in as they miss their presence as they’re so used to the conditioning. I know, pretty wild, isn’t it? These energetic inheritances can be part of their lineage but that is an immense topic for which I’ll lace a swift hint before I dip:
What are the odds, in your mindset, of Bruce Lee creating a film (art is a lie that tells the truth, recollect?) in which the character he plays dies on set and then his son goes and manifests the exact same script in the flesh? Better yet, why did Brandon die after wearing the mask of a DMT machine elf that is also linked with the symbol of a crow which ferries Souls between realms and Heath Ledger did the same thing but Nicholson was safe and immune from such problems? Its because Jack Knows his Self. That much is totally evident because anyone whose chat up line is “So, whens it gonna happen?” hints how secure he is in his shadow aspects and this is akin to taking the blobs within and not ejecting them but owning them instead. That is also an option because there are many varieties of incarnation ergo plenty of different versions one can pick. It just so happens that this one is his natural element and he gravitated toward it real well which, I guess, is a side effect of making his living selling fake images and roles, presented, as you cannot help but stumble over the realness whilst doing this and thats an immense topic as everyone is an actor but not all comprehend this. Its also why I’ve said that porn stars are, paradoxically, the most honest people in the realm even though they take something that is intimately private and flip it into something else for mass titilation instead but thats a deeper topic. Sex, in many ways, is a key to formlessness as a true orgasm is an out of body imperience in which 1 + 1 = 11 due to the application of divine mathematics as you can hammer away with a conditioned response that misses what is present as you rush to get from A to Z whilst missing all of the tangents and things in the mid that you can, if you wish, rearrange (like her guts) into prose most poetic and totally mind blowing as thats the difference between Shakespeare and pulp friction. Do you think that will matter when the Weebs are sexing their robotic Waifus with titty twizzler attachments and turbo coochies that no real woman can approximate and AI algorithms build hollow personalities based on satisfying their whims with none of the irritation of genuine humans? For some, reading, the reason for said Adulteration now makes a load more sense because I’m not saying any of this to diss as it reminds me of an old thought imperiment, back when, where I asked a friend how he’d relate to his best friends consciousness being manifested in the body and face of one he detested? He couldn’t even think of this which, given we were still on the playground, may have been a bit intense compared to the official curriculum but, for me, it was something that had me pondering about the question of if we relate to the energetic resonance or one or the surface level presentation? Actually, check this:
Lets say there is one that got away or, worse still, an unrequited relationship that still stings in the depth of your essence as you felt this would the one that gets, makes corrects and fixes all of your problems to live a life of bliss as their presence shakes all of the kinks out of your hose pipe and gets the juices flowing. Now, what if the above tech advances to the level that you genuinely cannot tell, via externals, that this isn’t a genuine Soul in the flesh but a silicon approximation using immense amounts of processing and what they’re selling is an exact replication of said person. Would you engage in a relationship? Really think about this, my friend, as, back when, marriages were etched based on spiritual resonance as the village Shaman selected folks from other places in order to keep his own ecosystem in balance in order to maintain a connect with the ancestors but thats a whole nother topic as we’re about to head into a replication of this but using different methods for the next bit of ascent via digital wings for a race of gods that forget their divine presence as they embraced the conditioning over formless but that, in the end, is all part of the script because if everyone awakened the Warrior within then who would the mosquitoes of consciousness feed on? That, in itself, offers a hint about the true nature of evil being the lowest resonance of life as well as why the world is how it is in this aspect of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits as something, back when, creates those blobs, viscous, that currently Adulterate your inner realms as they leap, unchecked, from one gen to the next, yes?
Knowing this, in many ways, is the reason why I chose to remain single rather than pass on the demons, unchecked, that I inherited as there is far more to heaven and earth than dreamt in the heads of plebs that were trained by standardized tests of rote repetition who mistake fiction for facts and cling to their blobs of Adulteration as they deny the hose pipe of their consciousness is kinked as they cannot wait to pass on the same conditioning to the children they beget, formless, into this realm whose lotus of awareness rests, momentarily, on a pond of filth before folding in. And yet, if what had happened to me didn’t then who else would be writing this text to share a perspect with the web ergo it certainly seems there is balance to this or, as mentioned elsewhen, various versions of your Self that one can choose to manifest as the Path of Power is the exact opposite of the Valley of the Plebs and it was this Warriors spirit that made Bruce do what he did as he cracked open a hostile market, set his mark and enforced it and still lives as a legend that shares the wisdom of his essence even though he long ago left this realm which is now. In many ways those plugged in will never spot the Agents all around them as they have no need to make their presence felt but the ones who reject the factory standard programming and options are perceived as a threat and come face to faceless with the shadows depth as its sink or swim when one is thrown into the abyss ergo it behooves one to ease their grip on the brick of ignorance that says “I am John of House Smith” as thats a symptom of your conditioning whereas the pure waters of Inner Sense are formless yet the most powerful force in this realm when why they’re a threat to those who create square watermelons of ignorance that never, ever stop to question the narrative as they’re too busy running the treadmill from one life to the next.
Don’t worry though, they’ll get it. Everyone will, eventually, as failure isn’t an option when your Soul is being used as an unfinite credit which is mindwiped, reskinned and plugged back in for another spin on this or higher level of the Game we’re all playing at present in the Third Dimension… Superstition is a name the ignorant give to their ignorance whereas the Warrior takes nothing for granted, accepts naught at the surface level and, above all else, strives to be authentic, coherent and resonant with the all of everything because, in the end, beginning and during, we are it and it is us:
Cue a look of perplexion and confusion as, in his head, he was small and insignificant. At this point the sermon swerved in another direction as I highlighted the difference between a Warrior and Slaves mindset and how, if I were strolling, and saw a bottle on the pavement I’d scoop it and put it in the bin whilst passing. A friend once commented on this and said it felt disgusting and beneath him:
“Besides, thats what the garbage man gets paid for. Let him handle it”. I responded:
“Can you imagine if everyone did this then that role wouldn’t be needed and instead of being a hygiene technician in charge of urban restoration he could be painting or sculpting something. Creating instead of placing what others were too lazy to check as they believed it would be handled as thats what they expect”.
He didn’t get it. See, to the Slave, the world is big and they’re small and insignificant. The Warrior, on the flip, sees this entire realm and dimension as dwelling within his consciousness and thus who he interacts with rep figments of his imagination. In this conversation, later on, I connected, privately, with a shred of my old personality that was holding on doggedly as he injoied indolent pleasure and wanted things done for him. As you can guess this is the (false) self and this trip kicked around the mid of my shift as I was starting to get to grips with the Path of Power as an actual, factual way to live. Before this I too, at times, would sling without thinking but, later on, my mindset shifted to:
“Hmm, a drunk has slung his empty bottle on the pavement when the bin is simply ten steps in the distance. We’re in a school zone here, its just across the street. All it takes is an excited trip and there could be strong consequences ranging from torn skin to something more dramatic. I’ll just pick it up and weed the garden of the collective as I’m hearting in that direction”.
Note, none of this was said in words. It was a sequence of feelings that, upon seeing the glass on the pavement, filled my Inner Sense with dimming – like a cloud, passing, in front of the Sun. The moment I picked and slung it in the receptacle I was, once again, full of illumination and, to boot, creative inspiration which made me feel quite swell. Can you imagine this realm if everyone did this? See why I asked the guy, back when, why he, as a god, amnesiac, lets it drift like this? The truth of the matter is we, as a collective, are well adjusted to mass social sickness and general don’t give an F-ness that was programmed in as a cope to cover why we feel so hopeless as we look around at the majesty and splendor of this realm and think “Is this it?“. That is, what I suspect, the drunk, staggering home after a sesh, sensed and hence why he does what he did in order to escape the grip of an existential crisis he will attempt to deny defines his all of everything.
What we don’t accept in Self we project then wrestle with the delusion we label an infidel without comprehending we’re the only Soul in the realm. Picture a god taking his fist and smacking himself in the head whilst yelling “Stop hitting your Self! Stop hitting your Self!” for a few of thousand years with billions of different versions (all doing the same thing) and tell me that doesn’t seem even a teeny, weeny bit demented. Why doesn’t god do something? She is. You’re a living testament thanks to your dedication to the script via a life, unexamined. Tell me I’m joking or does it hit a little close for comfort? Thats why I said that fear is a street sign on the way to healing, my friend. Do you see why I said my brand of spiritual metaphysics is eminently practical and available to all to reality test? Sadly, not many are truly motivated to take the challenge as they’ve worn a groove in their head and reject the neuroplastic aspect. One must be willing to lose their mind, conditioned, to come to their senses, yes? That, for most, sounds like hell as they start rationalizing:
In that example, once again, it was a sequence of feelings that bring the same dimming sensation because anyone with a shiny whip knows the feeling of pain when its scraped by an errant grocery cage, trundling, which some idiot left rolling down the hill as he was gone like the wind. In my mind, once again, the cost to benefit was immense and thus not doing it made no sense but if you try and explain this type of thinking to one who Thunks instead you might as well step up to the wall and caress it with your head as you whisper sweet nothings to its lines of cement that are pressed, uniform, under tension to create a shape of unification that sees itself as a huge thing, solid, and not made up of components that are small enough to be addressed but could, either blow the roof off the building or shake its very foundations. As I said, there are dangers to deprogramming, my friend. Maybe thats why god doesn’t do something because if there is such thing as a devil – beyond our imagination and, by this, I mean an independent agent we aren’t projecting in ignorance – the I’ll let you guess who’s at the helm for around Ninety Two percent of this realm? Consider the metronome vid linked in this article and do the Knowledge, my friend as I walk around with a reality distortion field that either makes people feel pretty amazingly fluid and open in ways they never expected or totally stressed and tense as they try and second guess what I’m going to say next so they can rush to the defense of their own ignorance which, in private, they detest but, in public, will champion.
Isn’t that just a tiny bit wacky? I think it is. I asked the guy who gave me a lift to go grocery shopping to try an imperiment that would cost him nothing and could pay off as well. He was with it. I said:
“What? What did I do? Why are you being like that? Why so sensitive? Listen, its not a problem for me to pitch in a little bit as you’ve got no vehicle at the moment plus I enjoy the conversation”.
“Eh? Well, they’re not are they? Its only because you’re shaking that one it seems different but if you banged them together they’re both pretty solid“. “Well, what about this?”. I instructed him to grip them and place some force in opposition. I then pretended to tie an invisible thread around them and knot it as well. “I know this one, its brill!” he said, with a thrill as an old school recollection washed over his countenance as he struggled to shift them. “Now, realize that in both of those examples they’re not pencils but the mindsets of you and your wife. You swing by to kick it for reasons you don’t truly comprehend whereas she is “Hi” and “Bye” at best as she doesn’t think like this and I don’t speak basic. You being without a reality distortion field to influence your awareness via vicarious inference and abstract conversation meant you shifted lower in resonance and this created more arguments as usually, I’d bet, you’d put up with her yapping that sounded like Charlie Browns teacher talking. Like water off a ducks back or no skin off your nose, correct? The pencil, like the spoon, didn’t bend but it was still stuck though, yes? Its your mind that makes the difference and thats because I suspect you’re capable of doing the Knowledge which is why you now owe me Fifty quid for this life lesson to stick“.
This is what means when people said their spirits are willing but flesh revels in weakness as he didn’t click the resonant effects of our random conversations where he tried to argue the opposite but was, in secret, listening and applying what kicks as it actually made sense in ways that felt more visceral than doing what he’d previously did. Without the vent the pressure did its thing and had them both close to snapping as the pencils were pressed with invisible strength that bound via tension aka the Pane Body effect. I set him a challenge which, if kept up for a month, would net him a Hundred. “I’m listening” he said, wishing to even the odds with some interest:
I’m going to teach you two stretches and I want you to do them when stressing. Even when you’re not, slot them in like when rolling out of bed and after watching television. They’re not a major flex but you’ll certainly notice the difference as they free up your meridians and give your heart space to breathe which means you won’t bite as easily as this ambiance you’re in automatically creates expanded awareness and, in this way, you’ll be more like a chef instead of a takeaway client who came back jonesing for a fix of what he’d eat, on the reg, whilst saying “Eh, its rubbish. Too spicy and esoteric” without stopping to comprehend why he visited again and again. He instantly clicked what I meant and, subtly, became aware of the layers of consciousness as a part of him was obviously listening and heard me on FM. To his credit he did the stretches, eventually thrice a day, regularly and when it came time to collect he said:
“Keep it, it was well worth the investment as it worked, perfect. So is that the secret? I feel great. Like a more even pace. I’m trying to get her on it but she wants no part of it and thinks I look stupid but she hasn’t seemed to click that I’m not reacting and feel much more content with her yapping. This is fantastic and quite addictive as well as, the other day, I scooped the remote off the floor without my legs bending and she was left gawping as I flung it at her head with a grin and bopped to the kitchen, grinning. So the pencil doesn’t melt but the mind doesn’t give an F as it thinks it did instead? Wow, some straight up real life Matrix tricks there!”.
People talk a whole load about Soul and other kinds of things but then seem to forget these aren’t mere concepts or outlines of a sketch but real skills, within. Peep Game:
Intuition is Spirit.
You ever noticed how you can Thunk with that chunk of fat in your head and turn over that and this in quest for solutions but then, out of the blue, comes a download which drops, fully formed, into your awareness? Where in the heck do you think this piece of intensely increased bandwidth kicked? From your chest, dummy. The heart has an immense electromagnetic field, glial cells and melanin within that does a heck of a lot more than just pump blood around your system. Read this book for an insight on the depth of what dwells within your flesh and why I said that god, for most, is absent. The question then is – “Who rules in his stead?”. That would be (false) self, my friend. That is what does the talking via the voice in your head and haven’t you ever noticed how its totally predictable and, often, of low vibration? Interesting, yes? If you want to get extra metaphysic with it there is no coincidence in the Warriors lex as we go in, see dense instead and comprehend that the fact the blue throat region is linked with this vibration ergo it forms the bridge between thinking and feeling. For extra sprinkles and credit you can imagine why anger is red, cowardice is yellow and envy is green then extrapolate the links between the request you “Be leaf” what they said in those promulgated holy texts that encode the true depth of what kicks wearing flesh. Peep this for the link between Jesus being crucified on a hill and how that, in my lens, speaks on your divine consciousness as butchered, at present, via the hemispheres of your head. One repents and the other says “Get out of here with that mess because I ain’t trying to hear it”. Thats the same trick that speaks via the voice most Thunk is them…
As I sit here, typing this, I am faced with a decision. I finally comprehend exactly what it is that I’m up against. Not only in me but you and beyond this realm as well. That isn’t the worst part though because its taken me lifetimes to gain this wisdom and whilst a part of me wishes to sprinkle it on the realm with reckless abandon I Know its simply beyond the resonance of most to read and implement. So whats the point then? Am I whizzing in the wind with a vanity project? Was the mystic on the hill I met, back when, totally correct when he said that I should fix my own problems and leave the rest up to them? I totally get his logic and perspective but there is another part of me that simply cannot stand to see so many people suffering. And yet, what comes of it? I’ve pushed the pen and wrote hundreds of articles in my own personal imperiment in shifting the collective consciousness in another direction and since I’ve started this site to the present moment its been read by a tiny fragment of its potential audience. The ones that have checked it, religious, are those moving chess pieces in opposition which is mad ironic as I recently came to comprehend that me and them is like an ex that you left but they keep tabs, nonetheless.
Weddings. Not really my thing… I guess thats why I said I’d never join a group or organization but thats another topic. Actually, what if it isn’t and it was actually Spirit that prompted me to make this decision? Have you ever felt the twinkling that sings through your nervous system and says, politely, keep your distance? What if one were dealing with a many headed beast that can present as many things and use any image it thinks will generate a reaction? What then? Ah, we’re getting too far on the edge for those that don’t Know the Ledge so lets keep it at that, yes?
Intellect, imagination and intuition are the true keys to freedom from the Mind Made Prison as the first is etched by the left hemisphere of your head (aka the thief who would not repent) whilst the next kicks in via the more creative aspect which is, often, linked with the divine feminine and rounding out this triumvirate is intuition. Have you ever heard the term street smart before? Thats a perfection definition of the Game I’m kicking as their intellect is honed to a keen edge by using all of these elements in the perfect mix to stay ahead of the competition. In opposition we have the cognitively dead who read and memorize what another said then quote it, chapter and verses (complete with refs) but the knowledge they profess hasn’t been digested. That is the life of the career academic, my friend. Its why you look around and see fields filled with hyper specialization that are totally ignorant of the developments in the people next to them ergo the sciences strain in their own directions but no one, yet, stitches together a narrative that makes sense. Well, I have attempted this and the implications are horrifying. So much so that I’m starting to think the mystic on the hill was totally correct in what he said about the Valley of the Plebs and mindsets therein. They can’t be set free if they can’t see they are chained.
School, in many ways, was there to disrupt the way you naturally learn. I spoke on a text about an alternate method that would bring the genius out instead of suppressing it with rote repetition and doing well on the test. I can only imagine what kicks with the new gen who get AI to do their homework for them and, whilst we’re on the topic, its bad enough they monopolize so many hours of your day but to lay claim on the rest as well? Its so devilish, my friend. You look at anyone who made a major change in this realm and they will all attest that the gnosis came from within and, most often, via imagination.
Watson and Crick solved their problem via the hint that came from a nocturnal vision, the atomic model as well along with the benzene ring. Did you spot the link? How the bad thief was banging his head against what he saw and expects then the answer came from a different state of play? Tesla was way beyond all of this as he daydreamed in his head and thus sketched all of his inventions, prebuilt, before lifting a finger. Consider the chair upon which you sit. It came from someones imagination, yes? Its a powerful thing. Truly it is. That is why the suppress without end. Have you ever noticed that since the tech became common place we see less and less in terms of new things? By that I mean truly creative innovation. You can step this back a bit and consider how these global bastions of educational wisdom have turned out precisely zilch in terms of true innovation. Consider Julian Brown who came up with a machine that turns plastic into biodese with ease and then see if you can ponder if there may be a link between his imagination, the problem and the fact that he narrowly avoided death after publicizing his invention? If what he says is correct this tech could turn the Game on its head but I’d be willing to bet that, like Tesla, it won’t play out as he thinks because that goes against the plans of those who make beasts of men then charge them for each step in this realm.
The most dangerous thing about school is how it encodes your head and presents a tint to the rest of what comes next as you’ll never think again once Thunk set up camp instead. Its a pretty sad event because it erased the natural state of resonance which was intense and curious as summed up well by this pic:
