Its a paradox, isn’t it? I mean, how the heck are you supposed to see and Witness the ridiculous amount of awesomeness you caused to manifest? Its like being a man gifted with a third leg but born on an island of lesbians.
Can you imagine the scene? He’d be the only one locomoting the beach using an organic pogo stick Boing! Boing!
You take all this in because you are him and at the moment you both share an inner realm that is connected by gossamer threads and the beam you sent in.
This is how you knew the earth formed as homage to the eye in the feather which hints this is a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness designed to render solid that which was ineffable to a curious peacock who was sitting wondering about the true nature of this effulgence that effortlessly poured out of him and crystalized as these wings that seemed in a sense ironic as there was no higher one could get ergo that must be the hint in this cosmic puzzle the peacock was pondering as he comes to comprehend there must be levels to all of this meta and thus there is a Prime a point, pre-existing which is the true Source of his radiance just like he is to the human who he instructed to open his eye singular and let what is within shine out instead.
This he did and suddenly everything shifted as man was now not only in but of the land as well and thus with three eyes did he flit between the playground of flesh and the peacock resonance who on a whim sent another feather in…
I’m sure you can guess the rest but how many can tell that we in the end beginning and during are not the flesh but pure sentience instead and how in the end beginning and during we are actually the peacock as well that was curious about its immense spread of energetics that seemed to make no sense but were nonetheless and thus it thought literal instead and leapt dimensions to suspend on gossamer threads the one reading this who Thunks life is something else when in reality its a dream within a dream as I haven’t revealed who or what the peacock truly is.
Maybe you will when you create the Path by walking as thats all part of the hint, my friend as it may be turtles all the way down in which the delicate is hid in a hard shell of ignorance under which it labors to earn its daily bread but in ascent its as light and beautiful as a peacock feather which is perpetually alive never deadening as its connected on gossamer strings which are another gift from the Prime pre-existing who gave them to the peacock in hopes of him figuring the riddle of consciousness and we, my friend, play a huge part in this but many slipped and fell believed they were the script instead instead of the one who clicks “Written, directed by and starring me” is the true nature of the deal as without that single feather none of this exists and its as true now as it was then for this is nothing more or less than a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness and thus if you reverse the process and comprehend there is no outer without within close your eyes to the distractions and hear that Psylense instead then your third eye vision kicks in as the feather does its thing as those strings, finer than silk contained not only the blueprint but whole mission and every answer to any question plus best of all the envelope was Self addressed with postage paid as well.
Man, that peacock sure is generous! There is one thing though my friend.
Its worth noting that he’ll only take back what he sent that means your earthbound mess desires and feelings sense of yearning and fiending for countless accolades and distractions belong not the peacock realms who I already said was already radiant with excess and thus is most generous and because the art of wisdom is deciding not only what ejects but what gets in I’m sure you’ll innerstand why you, not him are the reason you’re pinned to the wheel of time from one life to the next as you forget you’re the eye of the feather that can, if it wished see with the clear sight of Inner Sense but if you meet death with a hunger in your chest that is akin to eating a menu in lieu of a meal and going back for a second helping as you tip, real well the chef in Hells kitchen and you may know well his cousins who sell the finest of threads that don’t exist to emperors and kings.
Together they formed a clique that comprehended, back when, that they’d come across something priceless and thus began the grift of the greatest conglomerate that no one thinks exists but has a whole load of shiny feathers from which it created a nest to house its vipers den.
The name of this firm? What else. “Pinkus & Fuctus, Inc at your service. May our name remain on your lips” he said with that forked tongue of his as he intended to build an empire upon which the sun would never set as when it came to feathers he had none himself as he lacked that Prime connect and thus had built in darkness and ignorance something that felt intensely ravenous since that first feather fell and you, my friend were born into this from folks who give not an F about the plans and schemes behind the scenes as they have hopes and dreams instead and don’t believe none of this BS about an immense peacock of sentience or how we are it and it is us as each feather reps a life we’ve lived, will or could and how it is in the end all part of the same sketch as Pinkus & Co simply play out roles so its on with the show came so far but still have a long way to go.
From one feather to another:
Do the Knowledge, my friend. Prove me incorrect is my challenge to this realm.
Its easy to see why this black mirror has the whole world enthralled because your neurology simply isn’t equipped to deal with such an intense stimulus. Its akin to being granted a superpower that allows endless acceleration but missing the lesson on how to apply the brakes. Don’t worry, gravity will correct. Its quite a handy thing because life comes with its own checks and balances. Before that happens it may be worth applying the remedies your Self. I promise you’ll be better for it because, lets admit it, screen life is exhausting. That and the internet is a weapon and yes, your phone is also spying. Both are complicit in the oppression of the masses but if they accept what they project then who is to blame in the end? Words of power, my friend. Use them.
I’m no stranger to dealing with junkies. In my time I’ve seen plenty and they’ve been hooked on things we’d call bad as well as those we’d praise. Yes, I’m talking about the workaholic whose schedule is so intense that the only time they have left is spent sleeping and then its back at it again. This was my existence and people marveled from a distance and how I made it seem effortless. The truth of the matter is it was a coping mech. A way to escape being with my Self. I’ve said before that everyone who works in the field of mental health is a headcase and I stand by it because what kind of healthy person wants to spend all day dealing with other peoples problems unless they are hiding ones of their own they daren’t get acquainted with?
The screen offers us a respite from this. Have you ever noticed that people who have the most agonizing depression that drags them down to the depths of inky black emotion that drains their energetics can still lie there on the sofa watching TV all day? Isn’t that an interesting blip? Even before the net this observation was quite common. If you ask them why the responses would often be a shrug of their shoulders as they never introspected on why they found it soothing. And yet, the black mirror is. Its the one true religion that has billions of adherents across the planet and daily they worship its image with their directed attention, thanks to its projections. Lets ponder this for a moment:
Here we have a simple geometric image upon which splash some pixels of Red, Green and Blue as well. It can make you laugh, make you cry, leave you shocked or anything else you wish. Not only this but it can travel to the past, help you see worlds that don’t exist. There are virtually no limits to the power it possess. If you were to ask most people on the reg what the greatest achievement of the modern world is I’m sure they’d all agree upon the screen. After all, this black square is their interface to the rest. Its presence makes it possible and yet it paradoxically remains invisible in true form whilst providing the visions. What if I were to tell you that this tech is old? Thousands of years old.
I mentioned in a previous article the difference between inside out and outside in thinking and this is a perfect example of how there is nothing new under the sun beyond those who Witness the perspectives. The Vedic culture is quite old. The white man (who is, oddly, the defacto race that tells the rest of the planet what it is) dates it with the past couple of thousand years and builds up a nice timeline for these dusky hued primitives who talked their own form of gibberish and worshipped many gods that they think look ridiculous. “Bunch of idiots!” they said as their trading company looted and extorted the riches from the lands and handed them the image of a crucified man before moving on with the plan to steal trillions from them. And yet there was one white man who thought quite different. He actually had an obsession which was no secret as he was fascinated with this culture and lifted many terms, concepts and (allegedly) tech. His name was Hitler.
In the West when most people hear the term “Aryan” the Swastika and skinheads channeling Nazis pops into their awareness but these people didn’t originate this. No, they were swagger jacking to the fullest because in the Vedic texts the Aryans are quite different to the image presented. The Nazis (much like the British) did a lot of pillaging but they were after a different kind of riches:
Information.
They sent scouts out across the world to seek out the realities and myths, methods and tech that were used to create higher states of consciousness and how to decode the texts in order to read the occult meanings. That word, which many automatically link to “wicked”, actually means no such thing and signifies that which is hidden. Or, in modern parlance, the pearls not intended for swine or what flies over the heads of the profane. Speaking of this, the research the US has in terms of jet propulsion was fueled by an operation that went by the name of Paperclip in which they cherry picked the best Nazi scientists and slotted them into their current research and development. I always found it interesting that these two sides that were apparently at odds and war flew the banner of the eagle overhead as their standard and cause.
There are a lot of interesting things stated within the Hindu texts and the most fascinating refer to a totally different kind of physics and ways of waging war that seem fantastic. For reference check out the Star Wars films as they lifted a lot from Vedas in that respect as have many other flicks. What if the galaxy far, far away wasn’t and all of this actually took place on these lands? This planet, once upon a when, that was populated by people with a radically different thinking. “Tish, pshaw and nonsense! Bloody bunch of savages, the lot of them!” says the stiff upper lip which holds the quill that tells the world what it is and isn’t. And yet those who take more than a cursory inspection of said texts find many startling revelations. Especially when it comes to the nature of consciousness, motions of the planets and their attributes as well. For example they refer to the planet Jupiter as heavy, golden and generous whereas Saturn is dark, emaciated and old so he walks with a limp. These attributes line up perfect with what we’d later discover in terms of their composition and orbit, respectively, but this isn’t where the revelations end. They linked a black cube with Saturn and said it controlled spacetime itself as these heavyweights squared the circle of resonance whilst the rest did their thing by weaving pretty little glyphs they noted after detailed observation within as it was a culture of Shamans that explored their inner realms from one gen to the next as they lived the Knowledge with each breath as a vibrant tradition that held truth, integrity and wisdom above all else.
In 81 we discovered that this planet has, upon its axis, a hexagon which spins in ways most unnatural. The people were perplexed by this presence as the precision of the angles suggested the unthinkable:
Intelligence.
This, to the Hindus, was Self evident as they had an entire legend filled with traits and deeds of said deities that were written off by the West as primitive myths when, in reality, they were describing the observations of a very advanced form of science that used their inborn senses versus externalized silicon enhancements. From then till now its amazing how much changes and yet stays constant because that which they classed as a key component of manifestation is what you carry in your pocket where it does the same thing but on a different scale as it creates worlds of illusion that allow you to peruse moments in an instant as well as reaching out and connecting with other humans. That really is quite something, isn’t it? And yet it doesn’t end there because what underpins the three major faiths of the West but the same symbol in different states?
As much as things change, they stay the same. Welcome to the worlds secret religion that has billions of adherents that all, in their own way, worship exactly the same thing and yet are mostly ignorant of this and the significance.
The world is big. The screen is small.
You are inside a fractal. Its all a question of scale and how big your mind is in terms of taking it all in whilst simultaneously being outside of its grip hence “Just visiting“. Either way its exceedingly fascinating because once one spots the patterns that are presented by such things you can’t help but encounter commensurate shifts in your consciousness as the outer is birthed from within and none is possible without the Witness that creates as it perceives and you are this, my friend. Maybe thats why we all collectively find so much solace in this shape and its multilayered meaning because we are, relatively speaking, like dogs who don’t talk but understand with our current level of detail whilst the rest goes over our heads as its far beyond our ken at the present moment to decode the metaphysics which were penned via a higher state of awareness hence the worldwide legends of us being mankind in comparison to golden age man who truly was something else. Another concept which comes from these Sanskrit speaking people and presents another interesting resonance as “Sans” means without and its not a stretch to link “Krit” to the one who came to light the world and was killed for his efforts at sharing higher consciousness and to what do we link him with but the cross which is simply a square, unfolded. Say, does that mean your phone is the Anti Christ? “What a strange thing to think” said those who choose Thunk instead…
Get your Self ready for a straight line in Tetris moment, my friend, as its about to get lit:
How you do anything is how you do everything aka the Self similar process, in full effect. I really shouldn’t have to explain it any more as you should take what I’ve said and go and reality test it. For example, how do you eat? Is it distracted, quick, not entirely in the present? Go and ask your man or woman if that honestly describes how you are in bed as well. Then apply the rule to other metrics and you’ll start noticing how you’re encoding the Matrix and this means you’ve just started decoding instead. The best part is you don’t have to be what you can see and thus what was an invisible influence is now out of the subconscious and capable of being molded as you wish.
Ask your Self, is this woman English, Italian or French? How can you tell? I always speak about the walk, read this for an article on peoplewatching which takes it to the next level as everyone is talking, without saying a thing… Are you listening? Try switching up your own resonance and see what kicks. It can be interesting. Better yet, here is an example:
“I recently hurt my leg and that meant for a few rays I walked with a limp. Knowing the Ledge I comprehended this was a message and as I sat down to decode it it started speaking volumes about how I was out of touch with certain aspects that I was actively suppressing by choosing to focus on other things. By forcing me to slow down the acceleration was immense, as was the healing, and I’m actually now in far greater strength and resonance than before it happened. Thanks again”. To add in some details:
When said person, who did all on full tilt, had to ease back a little bit they noticed their change of pace in other realms and then implemented this, real well. When the body comprehends the mind is hearing on FM it released the blocks repped by pain and this, in turn, freed up other aspects as well which created far greater coherence hence win or learn, in full effect.
If you constantly rearrange your plate or make sure your room isn’t a mess instead of studying for the test then dig back into what you recollect and defuse the old Pattern by bringing it into awareness. Sure, it can be uncomfortable but when the feels creep in below the neck just shine the light of your mind on them instead of sucking the teat of distraction. They will soon pop. You may sigh with relief, find your Self shaking or suddenly raging. It can be subtle as a brick or almost imperceptible but these shifts do change the winds and recalibrate your internal compass as well. Try it, see what kicks.
The other approach is a conscious shift, like play acting but for real. Roll the dice. Its a great starter for ten. Or six, if you wish. The trick is to keep it subtle and not so blatantly obvious that people click what kicks as the aim is to jostle your (false) self out its accepted groove in your head by choosing different options. Embodiment is a huge part of this, as is breathing. Try switching your clothes, if you wear subdued pick something super bright instead and notice peoples reactions and what this activates within. If you’re less of a shrinking violet and more on a wilding out tip try to see what kicks if you choose not to let another push your buttons because, as I said, whoever makes you mad is your Master and we’re beyond these simple things due to Knowing the Ledge.
This is why its worth learning something new every day and gaining skills and talents that may or may not help pay the bills certainly bring their own dividends. Take martial arts. I wanted to learn, back when, and asked the dude in the Gi how long it would take to slap like Segal. He replied:
“It’ll take eighteen months just to stand correct, if I’m being honest”.
Being young and dumb I said “To hell with this” and picked boxing instead only to find that was pretty much identical but it feels different as the immediate hit, literally, is viscerally direct. After going all around the world I realized why the old wise men said that he who does nothing leaves naught undone and that really is so slick as one of the greatest tests of martial prowess is the power of stillness which is a whole other topic. Ah, what the heck, lets speak on it:
In my model of these realms I posit I force called the Psylense. It is the all of everything and extends, everywhen. Like a numinous cloud of sentience from which rains of differentiation at a lower vibration fell, we are it. As we journey and condense we enter the Game, as it is, and were flash frozen via nearly two decades of “Sit still. Look ahead!” and that, my friend, is the Game in a nutshell. Do you think the snowman can even imagine the freedom of the cloud, overhead? Better yet would it comprehend that what it calls death actually reps its scared to melt and that was the Self same thing it felt, back when, but used to call it “playing”. This is why imagination is both your greatest strength and most potent tool being used to oppress your latent potent. Why wait till death before you start living? Only you can emancipate your Self from the limits of ignorance you accepted, without question, back when, and this article is one of the best methods for taking stock of the script and then choosing where, when and how to flip it. The future is yours, my friend. Do something about it.
I think about these type of things. A lot. In many ways I am my physics, I am my metaphysics. What else, when it all springs from within ergo the world as it stands and the mess its in is nothing but an exceedingly accurate representation of its denizens, myself included. The trick is realizing this whilst you still have a choice and can do something about it. Oh, sure its not easy. Matter of fact right at this very moment the Opponent inside your head that you think is your best friend is trying to undermine these flows from hitting your chest because once you reconnect to Inner Sense its game over for the Adulterated aspect thats been running the show since your inner realms were ravaged by the System.
This problem existed before you were born. Without your intervention it will spin long after you kick the bucket. You can wait for saviors, aliens or wishful thinking to make a difference but a glance at the magic 8 ball will attest: “Outlook not so good”. See, thats all part of the trick because if you can divorce a populace from their own Center then they’ll fall for anything. Better yet if you can instill a division, a fragmentation (which I call Adulteration) then they’ll be so busy chasing the tale you’ve sold them they’ll never stop to question the intent of one spell binding them. Those who do will be seen as crazed, deranged lunatics who should be shipped off to the asylum. Interesting, isn’t it, that since the dawn of the malady up until the present moment and across all manner of races, continents, religions or any other artificial boundaries you could pick every single schizophrenic has said the same thing:
“Someone is putting thoughts in my head“.
And yet, I’ve got the balls to stand here and say the world itself is outsane crazy, driving Miss Daisy as its shucking and jiving itself toward oblivion. Just as intended. But thats another topic as we’re dealing with the generalized madness and not the anguished cries of those who see the Emperor is actually naked and are then isolated, medicated and sedated to ensure they don’t inoculate the rest against this insanity which spreads and hollows them out from within. Looks like one fell out of the cuckoos nest then straight into the frying pan as the chef grins and says to his coven that surrounds him in hells kitchen:
Like I said elsewhen there are many layers to this tale and and narrative because its a matter of resolution, decoding and frequency. Its why I mentioned previously that only 8% of the massive can truly hear this message and the rest will either screech, bleat or scream via the mediums they own entirely that “He is that, this and something else” (which will, interestingly, be very in sync with the voice playing in your head) as they wind up and send off their meat puppets on another mission which isn’t in their best interests.
Do you see what I see and agree when I say the world is mad? Just take a glimpse at how we treat the planet, each other, ourselves. Your Self. Can you read this and truly claim to be your own best friend? Really think about the last part and you’ll comprehend quick that, more often than less, you have invested a hell of a lot of your existence torturing yourself inside your head via various narratives that always end with you getting the short end of the stick before getting viciously beaten by it.
Why haven’t you ever questioned that voice in your head? Why are you scared of it? Why do you do what it says? Why even listen? Matter of fact why hasn’t it clicked that if its speaking and you’re hearing you can’t be it but are actually something else, something which dwells in Psylense, the Unfinite. This is who you are. A state I call the Witness. Its easy to find but hard to see as its what creates this entire reality. A nonzero point as its the same within me, you, he or she. Its our true state beyond this Game. Its never changing, free from pain, timeless, eternal, overflowing with wisdom and manifests as a form of bioluminescence which is Self evident when you’re in the presence of children. Does that sound like you at this very moment? No? Thats because you’re Adulterated, my friend. The trick to the trick is realizing you’ve been tricked because then you can do something about it by making your Opponent your Victim instead.
Many are called, my invitation is open, but only 8% of the global populace will choose themselves to undertake this quest of innerstanding. The results will be magnificent though, as its a true case of becoming the change you want as its outsane to think one man can flip the script for the world with a click of fingers. Actually when push comes to shove its always sprang from one before many get it via the principle of resonance but in this example I’m saying that there is no need to change anything beyond your mind and how you relate to it.
For 81% the prospect of this is terrifying. They’ll clutch at their symbols, recite their spells and do whatever else they’ve been instructed (just like their parents and those before them in an uninterrupted chain of brainwashed ignorance) by the 11% who rule over them by artifice and deception whilst 8% will click and assist in alchemizing the slings and arrows they fling from the base materials of offensive weapons back into pure gold present moment energetics. Thats the gift. Its natural equipment. You’d be stunned to realize of what you’re capable but then the difference between Slaves and Warriors can be illustrated well by this example:
“I am small, insignificant. A mere random blip on this planet. I might as well get all that I can get whilst the gettings good because who knows what can happen”.
Reflect the two default mindsets of those wandering around in mental shackles because you can use the staunch materialist atheist hedonist (whatever else, you get my drift) or Ned Flanders on the flip. Doesn’t matter what creed you pick, even a lot of the “spiritual/non religious” sit on the same target without the need for a crook or shepherd with sacred text to tell them exactly how it is. Like I said there are levels to all this. Both of them have something in common. They aren’t Centered. One axis spins purely around gratification and the other usually has some form of denial woven in. If you delve into the core you’ll find they both spring from a seed of fear that neither will ever truly acknowledge. On the flip you have the Warriors mindset:
Stop and ponder this. I mean really think and you’ll see the difference between sanity and madness because anyone who lives with this mindset automatically plays to win as they have an intent which is far more coherent, Centered and present than the other two options. Amusingly it also encompasses these extremes in a way of total balance as its a most practical spirituality that is abundant with pleasures for those who unwrap the gift of the present by shaking off the layers that condition their own Self perception aka the Witness that by seeing makes all possible.
That is who you are in, in and beyond the Game.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe thats why they hate and tried to tear me out of the frame. Am I breaking immersion for those who are playing by offering another option which might change their mindset and thus flip the script by hacking the program? Maybe. I have considered this but the thing is the Psylense in my heart is in agreement with my intent and thus I’ll play the hand I was dealt by betting against the house. Lets see what happens.
We allow the inferior to lead and these are the consequences we reap. Look around at the world, these politicians who come, hat in hand, begging for this and that with promises and new contracts that state they’ll bring change. At the end of the day they lap the cream those who buy their assent give and nothing the people want ever changes. They say that folk get the leaders they deserve. What does this say about you, my friend?
You could flip it and ask me but then I’ve never voted. I see it as a pointless thing because if it truly had the power to change anything you wouldn’t be allowed to exercise it. Like psychedelics, in that respect. Ironic, yes? Many could argue (and see clearly) that the religious tales of yore that were filled with trips to other realms were most assuredly penned whilst under the influence of an altered state that came either via various rites or imbibed plant delights. Not for nothing do they grow freely on da vine. Nothing is hidden if its all in plain sight. Taking it forth to today and pretty much every malady that plagues the race from OCD to stress, terminal illness and the fear of death as well as the states that originally built that temperament that led to the sickness could be thoroughly flipped via the use of these substances. Once upon a when people who were paid to listen to people talk about their problems realized how worthless it is because you simply cannot solve something from the depths with pure intellect. Emotions are vivid, free and living and the problem with trauma is we disconnect as part of our coping mechanism. What did they do? They offered a hit of MDMA and then guidance where the client went directly to the source of their problem but not with egoic consciousness (that plays its games of “He said… She said”) but actual direct imperience.
The results were staggering. People with lifelong PTSD were totally healed in a few sessions and came away with a new framework that made them feel more complete than they were before these lessons. “Its like…” he said, as he attempted to search for the words. “Like the pain had a meaning and it was shining its light on what wasn’t real but I was too scared to let go as I thought I needed it“. When asked what remains in its stead now he is no longer clutching the cause of his suffering he replied “Freedom. Its not emptiness as I feel way more than I ever did. Its like a childish state of happiness but not frivolous”. This is what I mean by Inner Sense and why so many of you will read my texts without ever grasping the essence as your Adulterated consciousness is itself a symptom of this world and its socially sanctioned sickness. Like I said:
We allow the inferior to lead and these are the consequences we reap. Those who really could see and take us where we need to be, individually and collectively, have no desire for the throng that attempts to elevate them over head. Why? “I can shoulder the responsibility for my own miss steps but the cost when it comes to bringing guidance to those who somehow think I’m more than them I cannot digest because the burden is immense”. He went on to describe the image of a man walking up a steep hill that reveals itself to be a mountain whose environment grows increasingly treacherous. After making it to the peak he sees what he sees and is overpowered by the beauty and supreme perfection of the scene. “I simply must share” he thinks and makes his descent into the valley beneath.
The people are lazy. Most do not believe. Those he forces to come along soon start flagging. “The air is thin. My feet are hurting. Why don’t you just tell us what it is?” and then the dissension kicks in. Eventually he ends up carrying all of them and at one point where he is totally exhausted he slips and they all fall to their deaths. “That would be on me, see? Its a sad truth but spiritual evolution is a private business and thus its said I am my only student and sole teacher as well”.
Suddenly it made sense why this man had such a rep for wisdom that was only overshadowed by his cantankerousness. “It was like you wanted people to hate you and stay away” I said. He replied “You are sitting there dressed in pristine white threads, yes? Imagine you ran into a group of old friends who wondered where you’d been and wanted to exchange pleasantries over drinks and revelry. What would happen? Obviously those linens would soon be encased in filth due to the differences between what you and they did on the reg and that was the initial reason for your disconnection“.
He added that in many ways the world as it stands scares him due to what he’d found was connected via a thin golden string and it took so much effort over so many lifetimes that he wasn’t keen on jeopardizing it.
Imagine if we had people like this running companies and congress. What kind of world would they build? But, like the example says, these folks have no interest and those who do slide into that void are generally quite wicked because that is whats needed to gain such a position and then keep it. Look at the blood red ink that writ our history as a collective and the fact that when it comes to the weak with ethics and the strong with greed its easy to see who will bleed and weep when these two forces meet. This is what happened, long, long ago at what I call the end of the world.
We were all brown skinned. The hues may have varied but we were all equipped with the same tint that melanin gifts and thus we saw through a similar lens which had a natural resonance. Eyes as well. It was a time when darkness reigned supreme and people were neither scared of nor called it a beast as nothing was hidden from those who were born into a culture that had attained mastery over its Self in all realms of which Earth was the most dense. For the moment.
This is why you see images of the serpent as an object of worship and veneration as well as the Egyptian headdress with the bird stretching its wings as they were referring to the Reptilian Complex that sits atop our brain stem as well as the mammalian Limbic System which brings the emotional aspect in. These days we are ruled by these two as the first one says “Kill or be killed” as the second chimes in “Whats in it for me?”. These two run the silent programs that are vocalized in most peoples heads and this deal can adapt to any circumstance, real well. Its why comments sections read as they do and why people front on the socialist mediums as they run around image building. And yet, you buy in. Of course you did. The System trained this and its why you vote for pointless politicians who are just congressional call-girls for the money men and do whatever they request after you’ve pledged your acceptance. The ladies are dirty and yet people can’t wait to start dancing. Such is the deal when the entire race is a stranger to Self as they’ll buy whatever the other is shoveling as long as it offers them hope, protection or absolution.
Ironically this all springs from within but most will never have a clue about it because their sense of disconnection is all encompassing. To them their true nature is not only baffling but offensive and thus kept at arms length. Inner Sense is not something they’ll ever imperience whilst living but why must they die to get it? Even then they’ll be born again and forget it for the next spin as they buy into the narrative on another trip in this realm.
We knew they were coming before we’d seen them and stepped out with gifts of food, flowers and fresh beverages to drink as we knew the lands surrounding our kingdom were quite wild and isolating. We had no idea who they were, or from where they came. Visitors were quite rare as we had everything we needed within our place but due to the conquering of the “Little I” in our heads we were far more attuned to the collective and thus felt the resonance of those approaching. We smiled and waved at them as we took in their lighter skin and blue eyes. This was something we’d never seen and it looked so unique and, caught up in the mix, we didn’t even notice that their faces were grim and looks ferocious. That came to an end when the first axe swung split ones head and suddenly blood was flowing and it became obvious they came not to accept gifts but to claim the lands we felt were our own personal Eden.
Now, before you zip off and call me a pseudo historical racist please recollect that I’m sharing tales of my imperiences as dictated via Inner Sense. The amazing thing about this state is that its constant beyond all races, time and space as well, along with all the dimensions as well. Once you’ve stepped into its stream you’ll see what I mean. In contrast Adulteration follows one blueprint – disconnection and then pretending this never happened – and creates a generic yet individual space inside ones head I call the Mind Made Prison. From within this its easy to discount what I’ve said as fiction but the simple fact of the matter is I lived this and know fine well of what I’m speaking as these events laid the foundations for what was to come and the world we’re living in at this moment. Don’t you think its strange that the White race can’t wait to jet to outer space and is already laying claim to Mars as its new home? Stop and consider that these folks all spring from one glitch around six to ten thousand years ago that birthed the first human who switched off melanin to create lighter eyes and skin then ponder the resonance between these forms ill adapted to Earth (where too much sun can kill them) and how they are perfect for a colder climate on a planet distant. Then feel free to sprinkle in the fact that every single culture across time has called Mars the red and warlike planet and compare that with the historical exploits and nature of these people when it comes to “civilizing” the worlds indigenous with violence and scriptures and it might leave you wondering. Its all scripted.
For us, it was literally the end of the world. Things were never the same again after these invaders moved in and set up encampment but this wasn’t the first time they were ejected… Those who survived and watched from a distance noticed that their energy systems were highly imbalanced and like nothing they’d ever Witnessed. “Its like all of the power that should run from chest to head has been disconnected and rerouted to their abdomen instead. They must feel the grips of a terrible emptiness and yet will not allow themselves to see it. Poor wretch” said the Shaman of the old village as he surveyed the wreckage and noted the passage of the stars overhead. “This too” he added “Was predicted because the ages shift from one to the next but no one wants to be the bearer of bad news and thus we try and avoid it by passing it on to the next generation who do the same thing. In many ways we all are fallen. The blue eyes just made it obvious as they’ll rebuild the world in their image due to the new altar at which they’re praying”.
If you ever read the Hindu scriptures and related fables they tell a tale of a culture that was quite different to what we expect but is heavily repped in the “fictional” realm, just ask Lucas and the rest. In many ways it seems backwards due to the strict caste system which says who does what, where and when but in others extremely high tech as they talk of far off planets like they are intimately acquainted with them at the molecular level. For example, Jupiter is know by them as being large, gold and abundant whereas Saturn is contrasted as thin, dark and walking with a limp. Both were drawn using a form you know well as the hexagon at this moment and that is whats formed via their orbits so how on Earth did these apparent primitives guess there was a black square dancing on the pole of the planet back then? Not just that but their allegorical dress hides all kinds of wisdom but this, once again, is for those with the eyes to see it. In that respect the tale of Jesus continues this tradition as its always astro-theologically underpinned once you remove the narrative. Ultimately we all speak the same language and its why those attuned with Inner Sense can push the pen and write something like this, back when, which describes our modern world so well:
Paraphrased, of course, but quite accurate, yes? Granted you could apply this text to any space of time and claim it would fit but its what comes next thats most interesting as they predict a shift between the old world order and new way of doing things. I firmly believe we will live to see this intermission as its happening all around us. In many ways these stages of the Game seem to be ordained in order to create a type of awareness which causes a few to sift the wheat from the chaff (or Adulteration from Inner Sense, if you’re gluten intolerant) and those I know number at 8% of the populace and its to them I’m speaking. The rest are welcome to list but the question is what do you perceive if I point a digit at the moon? A luminary which aims to make you think or do you think I’m giving you the finger in disrespect due to not seeing the whole thing and dealing with projection vs what actually is.
In many ways this is a struggle we all deal with and it happens on our own terms, in our own existence. This is why I’ve never voted and never will because I feel I’m responsible for everything as it all plays out inside my awareness ergo the aspects of me that wish to be false and reigning instead of Inner Sense are internally dealt with so that aspect of what you call life simply bears no effect. Consider this:
If the entire world stopped voting and turned their awareness within instead how long do you think the farce of all of this would stand, unassisted?That makes it all entirely obvious, yes? After all, we live in a time where wisdom is presented as entertainment and the flip is accepted as gospel without question as people scramble to get ahead by gladly stepping on the rest as that which was man-kind is now racing like rats in behavioral sink. A truth that is as Self evident as it is seductive so that only few manage to catch themselves and comprehend what I said as they believe power resides elsewhen…
Sometimes I do wonder what the point in sharing this is because the scam is obviously as effective as the ignorance is infectious ergo gnosis is seen with resentment as people, long ago, accepted anothers perspective as their own mode of operation but never, ever stopped to question if off the peg fits actually feel as nice as something that was custom tailored for them and their awareness? In many ways that the outline of the sketch hence why, I suspect, so few choose to awaken as they’re firmly convinced they’re doing it big as they sprint along a treadmill with some VR specs on their heads…
All I want to do is rule the world and, by that, I mean be the King of my dome. I neither wish nor claim any power over y’all because, in the end, you’re figments of my imagination and this is what we’ve been made to forget along with the principle of resonance hence why, back when, we met with palms clasped at chest with bowed heads as one recognized the glow within me is the same as thee ergo we are both expressions of the same divinity. Now they say that the flesh creates consciousness whilst, simultaneously, calling it the “Hard Problem” that defies explanation when a simple thought imperiment can prove my view correct when I suggest you’re an immortal wearing flesh:
Pretend not existing.
Really invest in this, my friend. Play out all of the variables and schemes that dwell within to make it happen. Eventually you’ll note, with glee, that no matter what you do or don’t perceive there is something observing, Psylently. Its what you use to see and be as its the key to unlocking the illusion of reality as it is thee and thou are it but its also a gift from the Prime who pre-exists and thats where it gets quite mind boggling as all of the above I’ve said makes perfect sense as there are but a handful of variables that have their arrangement shifted to create the song of existence in the same way that a piano has a limited range of octaves that say the same things with a different pitch and yet can churn out a virtually endless range of hits via the composition that springs, you guessed it, from the mind of the one playing.
Its a Yin/Yang thing, in the end, and thus its all playing out as intended which also extends to me writing this missive from the days of back when and you reading it in the present moment so it is what it is:
A figment of your imagination. Nothing more, nothing less. We start, like the womb, in a state of intense unification and from this paradise we’re ejected but, back when, it was into a darkened tent and water birth to your mothers grip as old maidens sat, singing, songs of power and welcome to a fresh essence in the flesh but that shifted into modern docs, brightly lit, pain stinging and the rest you know well before this too segues into state ordained reproduction in lab conditions as it picks who and when gets to link, with genes remixed, but it won’t matter as people will be beautiful, pseudo immortal and constantly sexing – whether in the flesh or with a hybrid companion – as they’re set adrift on low level psychedelic bliss via the tech implanted in whereas, back when, they maintained these states of resonance via singing and dancing and reproduction was guided by the village Shaman who saw what was needed to keep his ecosystem in balance and thus spoke with his counterpart, elsewhen, hence part reason for the caste system as fighters beget the same whilst poets spring from lineages more sensitive and he was aware enough to know what was needed, as and when, as pairings were spiritually picked for optimal balance as each household functioned like a cell in a coherent ecosystem. Contrast that to the modern world and you’ll comprehend why most place their power outside of themselves as its designed to be a mess as we’re at the lowest ebb where matter matters most and spirit is an afterthought hence such surface level thinking and the low resolution mindset it begets.
Its like I said in the other thread but this offers a greater perspective as the first was penned from the view of the human, lost in ignorance, whereas this is from the birds eye lens who sees the lower aspects past, present and future in a glimpse. Make of it what you will but time will prove me correct as its a Game of three halves and its whats hid in the mid between the black and white thinking that can up your res when you become aware of what kicks and who, exactly, is hiding behind the curtain. But, thats another topic as the aim of this is to just to share how if you aren’t in charge of your own head then expect the world it builds to be a mess hence response-ability is free will so flex that muscle and shift your resonance back into the state of being Centered in Self as its no measure of health to be well adjusted to such profound social sickness.
Otherwise its just a ride and that too is fine because not everyone wants to know the how, where, when, what, why that went into its design but I do so it is what it is.
The ones who could use this power the best don’t want it whereas those who thirst for it will only ever twist it to their own benefit and, in the end, its the strength of those beneath them they’re manipulating hence they get what the expect as they’re complicit in their own oppression which is mad ironic if you consider cargo cults and BS in respect of what I said about the day the sky fell and its lasting impressions upon modern men.
Do the Knowledge, my friend. You’ll soon comprehend they’re all actors and this opens up another chamber of awareness, long dimmed, as you click the shadows depth an find the eternal source of illumination hidden, therein as you are all of this and none, in the same instance. Such is the power of consciousness as, without it, this world doesn’t exist.
It may seem quite obvious to state that you are not your thoughts or feelings but I don’t mean this in some airy fairy kind of way as the fruits of this labor are immensely practical and exceedingly helpful when it comes to navigating this earthbound maze that is the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits. It takes a certain amount of detachment to not be lulled in via the siren song the senses sing as they paint their idea of reality inside your head and attempt to tell your awareness “This is what it is“. So many accept this false premise because the illusion is as seductive as it seems constant so they Thunk “Might as well, after all everyone else indulges” and thus begins their route to suffering.
I want you to look back over your life and tell me if its correct that when I say that the vast majority of your fears and dreads simply didn’t happen. Neither were they worth the stress, in retrospect, or the immense emotional investment you willingly threw at them. And yet, even knowing this, you’ll keep on doing the exact same now and in the future as well. Would it help if I told you you were actually riding a rollercoaster and attempting to hold on too tight with your eyes closed tight actually is the problem because you should just let go and enjoy what comes in the moment as then it clicks that it was designed for exhilaration.
People are walking around with Stone Age wetware in their heads and wondering why the results they get aren’t what they wanted. The Game has changed and due to neuroplastic magic you can upgrade your paradigm, if you wish. The Path of Power remains constant throughout all ages, stages and phases because its the solid stick of truth upon which the candy floss of existence rests. Sure the rest may be seductive on the lips and that basic fundamental often gets little consideration but that is why so many are miserable and enlightenment is difficult for those not willing to relinquish their grip on the world they expect. In that respect your wish is fulfilled in each moment because you are the co-creator of this realm, not just a sideline participant, therefore your power and responsibility are immense.
Nature abhors a vacuum. Each child steps in as the Queen of King of their dome with their glowing radiance which is full of coherence and extends through and beyond this realm with a presence that is effortless. The System does what its thing and they are reduced to serfing and the ambivalence this brings because one part of them hates this falsity but the other feels like its drowning due to not wanting to think of this schism and it holds to the brick it was given by the world and their parents. If only they could let go. Their arms and legs would automatically start to swim as they saw through the illusion and got back to the beach from where they could choose to take a dip. In the same instance it would become obvious what was living through them in their absence and thus rendering them less than human and more akin to a partially sentient meat puppet.
These strings I call hooks are based on emotional events. Those who know me well will already be aware of the paradigm where they take a tiny amount of sugar and whip it into a seemingly immense and all encompassing substance that is designed to consume you via your consumption as you ignore the fact that you are none of this but what its built around but for those that are new lets pretend for a moment that sweet treats could speak:
The candy floss looks around at others just like it and thinks “Oh, I’m not as fluffy as she is“. “Look at his density, its impressive”. “No wonder they’re rich and famous. I’ll never be anything, whats the point in all of this” and starts eating away at their own potential as a way of staving off this train of thought and its inevitable destination. They’ll try anything. A new product promises it can whip them into shape and make them feel like more, once again. Of course it doesn’t work. Some of the floss has its own hue and there are many shades as well. They attempt to tweak and fix this by spraying some additives or trying risky things to remove what is present. In general the land of sentient candy floss is quite miserable because not only must they contend with all of this but they are dwelling in a realm that is filled with thorns made of darkness and they are told to sprint around in the forest with eyes closed as well.
The rest of them thought he’d finally flipped his lid because he hadn’t been screwed too tight since a kid as he did some pretty crazy things. In that respect he was on brand, at least, but some people got him and stopped to listen. He’d rooted his stick firmly in the ground. In such a way that he felt it. A deep sense of connection he wasn’t even aware he’d been missing until that moment. “Mother truly is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children” he thinks as he relinquishes and surrenders into the moment. People outside say “This nuisance is an idiot. Can’t he see we’re trying to get from A – Z? Pathetic” as they hurtle around him with closed eyelids while the thorns of darkness hook bits of their glow for their own sustenance.
He is concerned with none of this. Neither does he care what the others think because the truth of the matter is they don’t. “Drunk on Thunking” he smiles within as he feels the sense of his energetics aligning with a higher state of resonance which is, contradictorily, beneath him. As his presence expands it clicks that it is also all around, above, outside and within. “Of course” sings his intuition as he remembers his original incarnation in the forest before the tree was chopped, machined and dipped in this sugary coating and thrust into a world of illusion.
On the outside it looks like he is withering. Some of the townspeople think “Good, hopefully he’ll soon be dead” with a level of vehemence they can’t truly conceptualize as he never did anything that bad to them but, for some reason, they hate him nonetheless. Others are more curious because while everyone else runs that way and this as they get ripped to shreds by the consuming darkness that dims the fluffy glow thats around them he simply stands still. Inside all of this is irrelevant. He certainly feelsees them because he is in resonance with his original spirit which is neither the floss nor the stick as that is but a tiny aspect of his true magnificence. He remembers the forest. The other realm. Their place of origin and just like the act of his sinking into the moment back when allowed him to expand into that which sustains him but was hitherto invisible he finds this new expanded awareness causes his vibration to spiral as he makes his ascent up through the material plane and information pours in.
Needless to say the process is mind blowing but as he is coming to life within to the outside world it seems like he is dying as that which they know as skin is growing exceedingly thin. There are a few bits of fluff stuck to his stick and people laugh at this fool who is willingly doing such dumb things. “Doesn’t he know we’re supposed to run from A -Z? That will make our floss all shiny and luxurious” say a couple as they run past him, never stopping to think how they are aware of this when they have closed eyelids.
What they don’t click and he did is that the stuff of fluff is of this realm and at its base is a simple sugar that was whipped. Why? Why the thorns, my friend, they need you live so they can feed upon your death and that is the trick because time gives birth to that which it will kill to sustain itself. Obviously they aren’t supposed to know this but its always an option because, secretly, each stick recollects the day the tree they call home was felled and they were chopped into pieces. This resonance causes them to meet others like old friends as well as ones they detested because they felt they stole resources from them. Looks like the later habits often have earlier origins and not all are totally equal in that respect.
“What an interesting premise” the nearly worn away stick thinks as he takes in these vistas which are unfolding within his vision. “The same, yet different. Time and time again. Complementary, yet opposite” as the alternation of black and white which built this realm gives way to the silent gold within the mid of which these opposites are built. Looking down from this vantage he sees the forest of illusion as a construct within which they were placed because its not natural in any way. Actually its entirely fabricated much like, lets say, a Hollywood lot can be made to seem like anything via camera tricks, editing and forced perspective. “This tiny, teeming slice of nature is actually a blip in an abyss of concrete and cement” he thinks as he takes it all in. The nature of the thorns also becomes evident and why its vital that no one ever sees them (although they notice, nonetheless). He sees how this invisible enemy plays its tricks and causes them to rail against their fellow sentients as they blame each other for whats missing when in reality its whats consuming them without their awareness. Add in the fact that when the stick is stressed it nibbles from the airy glucose surrounding it and how anything from the outside is worthless in changing the cause of the effect which is them, in and beyond this realm.
On one side he sees the forest of illusion as a stream of time that is entirely static. Only by doing the same himself, instead of running from A to Z as instructed, does this become obvious as he instigated the resonance which he intuitively felt was lacking after so long of doing what they said and not getting anything of worth accomplished. As his mental essence is now free from such concepts as the race they were running, the nature of what is wrapped around the stick and all the other worries and stress he sees various bits and pieces of himself and his existence stuck to thorns here and there. He thanks them for keeping these elements safe for him and rewinds through his life and calls back his essence. Outside something strange is happening because he has stood still for so long that there was nothing but a stick left. For all intents and purposes he was dead and people had began to accept his presence as a monument to foolishness when suddenly it developed a wisp of radiance. Just the merest hint of candy floss seemed to be budding. Except it wasn’t.
Via a process alchemical a new life was surging within and that floss that knew he wasn’t and went searching for answers now stood in the forest as a tree again and thus revealed his true nature as the leaves were budding all around him. “There is nothing I need to take but so much for me to give” he thinks to himself about this Journey within he’d undertaken by upgrading his paradigm.
See, we are the trees (in essence). You can call the candy floss your life and all its trappings as well as what you think, fear or dread along with all the stress which comes and shifts as you leap from one problem to the next. The thorns are akin to the intent which created the Game for profit as its all about extraction via discontent as this is what makes one seek the answers by formulating the best questions and thus the stick is the flesh which is the greatest illusion as it seems to be alive but is actually a dead and disconnected fragment of its original magnificence. Everybody feels this, few dare admit it and lesser still wish to become more and are willing to stand still in the moment as they unwrap the gift of the present and see through the illusion as they transcend the world that was pulled over their lids since the moment they stepped in.
So, who are you? The candy floss full of stress and worries of depletion that is concerned mainly with how much it can get and whats in it for them or the stick that sustains it and is the true key to wisdom because it leads the way in and out of this realm and thus is what they’re truly seeking in this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits to generate the imperience of separation and potential for growth this brings.
You too can experience this, if you wish, but in my travels I’d say that only 8% of the populace are truly willing and able to handle this because a) its so different than what they’ve been programmed, b) they’re scared of looking stupid and c) the forest taught them to floss in order to keep the thorns fed via stress and “Nobody ever mentioned a thing about standing still and all the rest of this crazy talk isn’t appealing NA NA NA NA NA I can’t hear you!” they yell as they push wisps of candy floss into the stick to prevent the information gaining access as the world as it is causes enough stress and the thought things may be different creates a huge sense of foreboding that causes them to run even faster from A -Z.
You are not your thoughts or feelings any more than the tree that was felled, edited and processed before being dipped in a sugary mix that had been whipped up to look massive. In that respect the stick is a state I call the Witness. Note I said state, not label. We are not interested in the finger pointing at the moon but the luminary itself that grants vision as that is but a reflection of a higher, brighter principle that is the true source of radiance. Once this clicks then its akin to your eyes opening and some pain is often felt at this because you’ve had them tightly closed your entire existence as the world and its thorns rips away the best for itself and you feel hooks in your head that draw you back to keep repeating these events and you don’t see the links.
How many times have you let your worries and fears lead you on a merry dance as you react in ways bad and then life hands you the bill for your decisions. We all have that friend who is the definition of chill and rides life as it is without stress or caring. He cannot often explains how he does this as its standard equipment but often they aren’t too caught up in flossing as they automatically intuit the outline of the Game and choose another way to play it. On the flip we have those who send the image of being rich and successful as they have stapled on huge chunks of this sticky substance that is not (and never will be) them but as long as people buy into the illusion they too can pretend they are what they project. This is whom you wish to keep up with in the forest of illusion? Make better choices.
Start inside your head. The next time this floss whips your neurons take a moment, breathe in via your nasal with depth for a count of four, hold for seven and then exhale eight through your lips as your tongue rests on the surface of the cavern behind them and completes the energetic circuit which links heart and mind in an instant. You may wish to do it a few more times until you create a new state within I call Centered in Self and then you’ll start to realize “I am the stick. The Witness. The ever present, the unchanging, the eternal and unfinite that causes all manifestation“.
Once you can do this you’ll be able to choose what thoughts to invest in and thus are no longer shackled into the state I call Slave which 81% of the planet is as their chains jingle and jangle and they can’t wait to trade in the iron for silver then gold again as they brag of the debt they trail behind them. But thats all to come, this is but a taste. Is it right or wrong? I don’t know. Who am I to say? All I know is it works for me and those who listened often report benefits but the vast majority will see the concept as something quite distasteful because the candy floss of thoughts keeps telling the stick “Don’t listen to that idiot. You are this sweet and fluffy substance and the aim is to get as much in so keep running from A to Z because eventually something amazing will happen because you’ll inherit the Earth”. Or so they say. Why not try that whilst living instead of steadily killing your potential via ignorance as this is the new form of human sacrifice that was once limited to a few, now and then. Instead the dark thorns took the model and franchised it as the System poured it into your head as an infant until you became a stranger to your Self and thus are lost in the whirlwind.
Stand still. See what happens. Upgrade your paradigm if you want life to feel different because only you can do this. You are what you’ve been awaiting as well as that which you’re seeking. Can you hear the Psylense?
The mind is an amazing thing but, as for how it actually ticks, you may as well ask a fish about the water its within. Its mechanisms and machinations are that invisible as we tend to accept whatever it presents as “the way it is”. They say that, once upon a when, man had full control of his faculties and, in comparison to them, we are but dumb terminals. For those not up on the tech, this refers to a machine wherein most (if not all) of its number crunching is done some place else and it simply displays the results of this process. Meaning that if it were disconnected from the network there wouldn’t be much it could do as it now lacked its programmed cues and clues. Everybody denies this until they spend six hours, continuous, in a flotation tank. What actually happens is you steadily lose what was programmed and come to comprehend the dumb terminal is actually a genius. A veritable giant that was trained to kneel at the feet of midgets who then plugged it in to something else in order to drain its natural resources and how these fiends walk among us in the guise of being human…
I know, sounds like science fiction, doesn’t it? And yet this base hypothesis is what underpins the so called delusions of every schizophrenic, ever, to walk in this realm. That, alone, should give one pause to reflect and the next step would be wondering why not one pre-eminent scientist, ever, decided to check this perspective when the dataset in front of them was mighty convincing as how can so many people, over such a large time with immense disparities among them all say the same thing:
I’ll let you peg who is the dumb terminal in this example versus the ones who met the predator, face to faceless, and were gifted with a depot injection in their rear end for their achievement… The long stretches of time in flotation are just part of the research I’ve done. I’ve spoken, at depth, with various forms of psychopaths and madmen, endured extreme isolation, starvation, not talked for extended periods to observe the effects on my awareness as well as various advanced practices built around the subtle energetics but, bar none, my greatest teacher has been the Slave/Masters themselves. These secretive sect appear to know a little bit about all of this and, it seems, they target certain people or bloodlines that have the potential to awaken. Its ironic that the very tools they use to drive one half crazed are the same as the ones they graft onto the initiates. The difference is the former didn’t ask for it and has no support system for what kicks when higher dimensional perception kicks in whilst the latter seem to gain a perverse thrill from the energy extraction this brings as they induce huge amount of stress – both awake and at rest – with a pace that doesn’t relent. I know all of this well as my childhood was what I’d now term Satanic as all types and forms of abuse one can imagine – I handled. This brings a strange sense of disconnection. Of having not fully manifested in this realm as there are subtle energetics to this where these principalities have no access and this seems to be what they covet.
In that respect you could say the Game was hacked, back when, and we’re all living in a dumbed down Matrix totally unaware of the presence of agents, their intent or what truly kicks in this realm. Surely you have wondered why there is such an immense chasm between the version of you of which you know you’re capable and the current incarnation you, for some reason, accept in ignorance even if your entire life is filled with the “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” song they programmed in as you learned to run the treadmill? The sheer fact that one hundred percent of people, when questioned, can admit this but are scared to death of taking the next step on the Path toward gnosis highlights the dumb terminal aspect, real well. See, where you all are I haven’t been and where I am is beyond your wildest dreams and worst nightmares as well. And yet, that is what it is because the intent of those at the helm was to see me long dead before any of these events crept to level of my standard awareness and yet, here we are…
What you are is something so subtle, so powerful and yet delicate that it would blow the mind, maladapted, to smithereens to comprehend it. In the time that this clicks the predator of consciousness will be trying to reform its old grip but now the pot of programming that was steadily molded via two decades (mandated) of “Sit still, look ahead, do well on the test or your parents will stress!” is cracked and as these “invisible helpers” swoop in to the points of ingress one starts seeing what the rest term “hallucinations”. For some, reading, a lot about a little starts to make way more sense. The reason you don’t spot them is they are invisible but you hear them, oh yes. That voice in your head is actually their manifestation and tell me, dumb terminal, what can you do without it?
The very thought of this can, in many, generate a sense of existential dread as they feel a huge threat grip their mindset. It isn’t them. Its the predator of consciousness, scared it won’t get fed. From one life to the nexthumans are plugged into a construction and then sent a bill for their whims, programmed, before being slotting in again and told to pay off the debt whilst what came on the sizzle reel of the trailer to tempt them in, back when, never seems to manifest directly but, fear not, as they’ve got illusions for sale and the next stage of the Game will have them linked in to a neural net via silicon which isn’t what they’re selling or telling but will certainly be mind bending for those who never stopped to comprehend what, exactly, makes beasts out of men and with what intent. It wasn’t always like this. No. The Gnostics and their ilk saw it coming and, not long after the sky fell, they noticed a strange shift overtaking mans awareness. This, by and of itself, is an immense topic but I will say this:
Can you imagine a planet that is much like Earth itself but with a couple of big differences? People don’t walk and talk. They dance and sing. That means that the current form of the camp of concentration would be nigh on impossible as the natural rhythms in people would be nurtured and developed instead of suppressed and punished. How do you think it would feel to live in such a realm? Better yet, what if you did and started noticing there was a shift in the winds as people started developing a “stiff upper lip” and other parts, rigid?
Even though this is a thought imperiment I’d be willing to bet that something inside quietly said:
Thats the Game, my friend. Thats the Game. Now it may click why it takes two decades of internment in your legally mandated camp of concentration as that is but a wing of the System these Dark Souls erected for their campaign in this terrain. Its all optional. They don’t want you to Know this (capital K difference) as they’re bowing at another altar and singing a different hymn from the people back then who they see as simple minded idiots or, as they called them, cattle. I can actually see their point as well because the old heads obviously didn’t want to get with the program and thus they’re rewarded well for serving in hell and selling it as a false heaven to those plugged in. The thing is I’d be willing to bet that even those rank and file members don’t have a true clue of what kicks or the depth of the decep as they too line up, from one life to the next, except they offer their oaths in private to pull these invisible strings and thus are simply dumb terminals in a higher octave than the Slaves as they pledged to the one who bought them in who, in turn, is to the one above him and each hugs a piece of the elephant and misses the whole thing. Whatever it is, it keeps things interesting as, back when, there was only one force in this realm and Truth was its name. What passes for it these days is a simulacrum much like the coming Techno Sapiens that will mimic, externally, all facets of a human and anyone who says they aren’t a flesh a blood equivalent will be worse than Hitler himself…
One point five K words and I’ve sprinkled loads of seeds but haven’t yet, laced any Game, on how the mind does its thing. Lets remedy that, shall we? What you know as mind is akin to a movie that is being projected on a screen. Actually, that is a great a simile of the facsimile so lets use it, metaphorically. Dig:
If you take a pure beam of white light and shine it a black screen that is dark as the abyss – what do you get? If you replied “Nothing” you’d be correct as that “no thing” is everything in the respect that if you remove elements from the purity (via the process of Adulteration) you’ll get every single flick that ever could has or would exist. Mind blowing, isn’t it? You can do the same with the noise end and imagine we are dealing with sculptures that are hewn from immense blocks of ignorance. Yes, that is quite fitting, isn’t it? The difference is the image is inverted and what comes from that white light is pure consciousness, direct from the all of everything, but its power is so immense that the darkness of this realm does not comprehend it. This is what I mean about the day the sky fell. Read this article where its approached from another angle as the topic is multifaceted and needs a mind equivalent to digest what I’m serving. Whilst you’re there read Can we all win? and comprehend that for the people at the tip it felt like watching a live action equivalent of a blockbusting in the soon to exist flesh whereas now we’re watching a rerun on a twelve in black and white TV set with one speaker busted and loads of static thrown in.
Suddenly the true meaning of “necessary evil” should be Self evident, yes? Its a tale as old as time itself and truly can be quite mind bending to comprehend that we have been all types of beings before materializing in this realm which, at this level, has a built in Be Kind, Rewind effect that keeps you coming back for seconds of a third hand existence via an Adulterated point of reference hence why the challenge is immense but its also the best stage for emancipation as you can ascend, quickly, if you do the Knowledge and keep the change as then you’ll come face to faceless with the forces I’ve posited. For some this can be a bridge too far. Others accept the rules and revelations then put that work in. The sheer fact that Game will serve whatever you wish to manifest is an immense hint about the primacy of consciousness. Imagine that pure white glow had been Adulterated down to the level of a dimly lit candle that was now busy projecting on the screen in your head and the directors commentary constantly said how you should interpret things, what to do next etc etc and, matching it, there were similar intonations, external, that went by the names of advertising, government, legislation and tradition as well. Welcome to the land of the dumb terminals and why it took two decades and change to stop your squirming in your seat and accept what they bleat is the creed for lost sheep that wander, ignorant, among the wolves. Who am I to say this? Simple:
The jungle creed says the strong must feed on any prey it can and at every feast I was branded beast before I ever became a man…
If I were like you I’d already be dead and if you, on the flip, Knew what I said you wouldn’t be wearing flesh. Its a tough job but somebody had to take it. Just a role in the fractal, in the end… Much like the one you don’t know you’re playing ergo if you believe what the chatterbox in your head said and are firmly invested in its narrative then you’re one of the dead who’ll be buried by those like them before getting resurrected in ignorance and plugged straight back in for another spin. And another. And another. Until you start to click what kicks and then things get very interesting as you will have built what death can’t destroy – gnosis – and the Game hates this so you’ll be perceived as a threat since you step in ergo expect a hellish incarnation with hate flowing from your parents instead of sustenance and such things. This is actually why, in my researching, I’ve always spotted a fractured relationship with one or both for those who become schizophrenic but that is a deeper topic with immense res required to fully decode it. This is why no “scientist”, ever, has stopped to think:
“Wait a second. From James Tilly to that new crazy lady I just medicated against her will and all points in between these peeps are all saying, to a tee, the same thing – That an invisible force is tampering with their awareness. Furthermore to the mix, there is an obvious link between insanity and intelligence as exemplified by Van Gogh who, somehow, was detecting and painting the background cosmic radiation, back when, and we won’t even mention Tesla with his searing visions who, almost single-handedly, invented the world in which we live…”.
Eventually, after said spins and misadventuring, you’ll become a shaman, mystic or regular bloke who has strong opinions, loosely held that gets out of bed one day and comprehends heisn’t the voice in his head, the scene it projects or the rest of the things, ambling, but something far more subtle, powerful and delicate.
Its what I met, face to faceless, after my latest near death experience and then sought out its companionship using the various methods I’ve mentioned. For example, this is the reason, I suspect, why fasting and spiritual ascent go hand in hand because after around three days you notice an interesting resurrection as your flesh stops yelping as it knows you won’t give in and satisfy its whims and this is akin to that twelve inch black and white TV set suddenly gaining a bit of heft, a color transmission and a set of headphones that work correct. Suddenly you can perceive with an increased clarity and the voice that spoke, previously, is now getting dimmer and weak. “Interesting” a man thinks and wonders how he can take this to another level as he dives into a sensory deprivation tank where he lies, floating, for hours six as the previous boundaries of what seemed solid start melting. “Fascinating” descends into his awareness. Not as words, spoken, but pure, raw energetics and thus he sets to dancing, like a loon, for forty five minutes as the embodiment of the ecstatic in which, at first, there is no coherence as he flails, that way and this, before the pace becomes more languid then back to frantic but with increased resonance and then, just at the peak, he stands absolutely still for the exact same period and moves not a muscle nor inch. Inside his energetics are quivering like a jelly in an earthquake but the previously solid boundaries are now more nebulous inside his consciousness and thus he takes in the difference, without attachment, and the pure light that shone, once upon a when, illuminates the dark flesh that, finally, comprehends the shadows depth and how far man has fell to accept these programs.
“Sit still, look ahead, do well on the test or your parents will stress and could withdraw their affection!”.
Do you see how pernicious this is and how something, slick and invisible, permeates all levels of influence in this realm ranging from what I just said with schools who divide parents and kids based on what they said about their performance all the way up to churches and religions that pull the same trick as what you’re praising is that which manifests as your pure consciousness but man has so fell he looks outside for guidance as his inner realms are colonized and filled with dread about the things he can’t forget but is scared to death of recollecting. Suddenly the plight of the schizo, drowning, and the mystic, swimming with ease, in the seas of higher perception makes sense as well as the immense legions of peeps treading water whilst holding a brick called “belief” as they look out onto the beach filled with people who are seemingly carefree and living lives they wish to lead but are told, via the screen, “Not yet, lady”. Thats the greatest trick because, in the end, you aren’t even in the ocean but actually trapped in a Cave of ignorance pretending that isn’t happening and the slick tight clique that did this is capitalizing in your investment in the traps that they set because haven’t you ever wondered why spiders are the most common fear in this realm yet people can’t wait to connect to the web it spins and how this, so suspicious, reminds one of the Van Allan belts that encircle this realm?
If all that old stuff in your head worked as you suspect then your life would be perfect. The fact it isn’t and you’re stressed, lack flex and have never, ever considered any of what I’ve said is proof positive you’re being fed on by a predator of consciousness as I’ve came face to faceless with it and spoke to countless schizophrenics who offered intense glimpses into their incoherence as they found the bright light stabilizing when we sat, discussing, whereas, back when, it span like a disco ball that created seizures of demonic influence that left them at the outskirts of their minds, peering in, wondering what the hell happened to the life they knew well and these new beings, once invisible, that torment their consciousness. One of the most amazing discoveries about this was surmised in two articles that deal with fear and traumatic events as, even then, there was a benefit to be had as these forces were drawn to weakness that housed strength, eternal, within and that leads us back, real nice, to what I said, back then:
I am truly honored by being able to not only comprehend but share this wavelength as so much of what I’ve been now makes far greater sense. Not only this but if I can help the rest, suffering, under the burden of ignorance then isn’t that the definition of a life worth living? Methinks it is but the very fact that you can get ten different opinions from them about one man in his incarnation speaks volumes upon how we interact with naught but figments of our imagination and then project these thoughts onto “Them” without stopping to comprehend the subtle depths of what kicks and how the mind actually works is akin to a prism that splits then recollects, edits then flips and sees what it it expects (as per programming) and not what really is. Thats before we get into the fact that the brain doesn’t create consciousness but modulates instead and how the space in which you think is, itself, a massive hint that the universe is mental as you simply cannot imagine your Self never existing as even when you stare into the abyss there is something, watching, in Psylense… You are this. In and beyond the flesh, awake or dreaming in bed and from one life to the next. I say all of that to say this as it encapsulates my entire perspective so well that it bears repeating:
Imagine you are born on the edge of a lake. You spend your formative years engaged in play until you, along with the rest of the children, are sent off on your own mission. Your parents have spent their entire life carrying a bundle above their heads that they class as the most sacred. Why? Because their parents told them and theirs before them in an immense link that extends back through their lineage, totally unquestioned. “You are still a child but growing quick” they say as they hand you the bundle. “Take this, hold your breath and walk through this stream to the other side whilst keeping it dry and not letting anything happen to it. This is your life. This is your mission. Once you reach the other side you will beget a child and tell them to do the same. Go, go now” they say.
The journey is long and arduous. Its lonely as well because you cannot speak to anyone there. Plus you are holding your breath whilst doing your best to navigate all of these obstacles which are slung across the deck as well as the waves that threaten to creep over the bundle you must keep safe, dry and elevated high.
As you progress you grow but the stream does the same. Always ensuring its levels are maintained. Its such a gradual thing that most do not notice but you always were perceptive and cannot help but question, quietly, to yourself, why this is the case. “What is even in this bundle?” you wonder after barely surviving a particularly harrowing experience. “Why is the water so hostile to it? Why am I the one who must handle the thrills and spills as it chills? My shoulders are aching, my feet are sore, my lungs burning and the end is so far off in the distance. Why the hell am I even doing this?” you yell within in a moment of frustration.
Thing is, you’ve been doing it for so long now that you’ve actually got used to it. The tiny sips you exhale from this limited breathing pattern, the obstacles below that can’t wait to rip your legs from beneath you as you step as well as the waves above which creep and always maintain their constant threat as you step from one shore to the next.
Eventually, you make it. You look around and see that what stepped in as Inner Sense is now on the other side and Adulterated by the imperience. Their toil, pain and suffering remains unquestioned as this is a time of great celebration. Everyone joins in. Partners are picked, relationships cemented and the next generation instructed to lift the bundle, cross the stream, be as we and do as we did without question. For you, this doesn’t cut it. The decades spent underground carrying this weight over your head solidified the position of many who took it as providence and that this was their mission in the flesh. “To not do means we’re infidels. You know what happens to them at death?” said an old childhood friend as you attempted to subtly broach the topic with them. “Why would you ask such questions? Is your faith waning? Look, we made it. As promised” they say with eyes shining at the end of their quest. “Our parents are very proud. Don’t you want to be just like them? From where is all this coming? Why are you talking like this?” is said in worried tones as you artfully deflect and realize you’re on your own with this.
Up, up you go. You remember being so fond of this experience, back when, and you’d challenge the rest of your tribe to see who could get the highest. “Yes, yes” you think. “When I was young I was interested in flying. I wanted to soar in the skies with the freedom of a bird so I could see great distances and view with a totally new perspective”. Your parents indulged these whims, for a moment, but they were quickly curtailed as those arms you like to flap and imagine were wings were filled, bit by bit, by pieces that would become the bundle. At the time you didn’t question it because its what everyone did but now after having gone through it the idea of begetting a child and then setting them off on the same mission whilst knowing fine well they’d never dare question what was said, even if they felt it was odd, deep within, is akin to a sin. Something you find quite unforgivable. Your bundle brothers and sisters have no such complication. They do as they were told, move as intended and right now are copulating in celebration as you sit alone, high up ahead.
From your current vantage point you notice that there are circles of land with streams in between. “As far as the eye can see…” you said. “Just like Atlantis! I wonder who built this? It must be artificial as its too geometrically perfect to be naturally rendered. That and the water that sinks and rises as you step in. How it seems to meet everyone on their own level. What the hell is this place? Who made it? To what end? And what the hell is inside in the bundle?“.
You clamber down the tree with an intent ferocity as you stride over to the weight you’ve been carrying. On the outside are etched various legends that people recite, verbatim, but no one has ever looked within. Much like a cabbage there are layers of leaves and you remembered how your parents would peel off a sheet or three of their which started your enculturation. As you progressed these outer layers increased, as did the density, and now you stand, fully grown, alone and filled with questions surrounding this mystery of iniquity which says “Forget your life, carry me”.
You feel immense pangs of guilt for even daring to think this as well as huge amount of disrespect for being the first of your line to question these traditions as the legends tell stories of your people who have been keeping these bundles safe as they step into the lake of treachery, one generation after the next. But you are different. That will to know, that glow of Inner Sense, simply cannot accept without question. “After all” you said. “If this is how I am and was made then it is as intended” but you cannot help but wonder if its you thats defective as no one else thinks like this. Down below the celebrations are winding down but up above your quest for gnosis is revving.
Tearing off the external sheets off this etheric cabbage you notice pages within written in the hand of your parents. Your mother says “Why must I send my son off into this ocean carrying this baggage? He deserves to play, engage and run free with the rest”. Surprised you keep reading as your father writes on another leaf “I wonder what is within this bundle? It was once small, now immense. I’m scared to look within and even more frightened to question. What would the rest of my people think? Surely they would scream “infidel” and that would not be good so let us never think this again”.
Tears are streaming down your face as you take this in. You start voraciously reading and discover so many unexpressed sentiments, emotions and perspectives with which you find a huge resonance as you discover you’ve been carrying (and indirectly venerating) your ancestors sufferings and lives unexamined as they too slotted into the script which says “My child, we are the chosen, take this bundle and carry it across the ocean. Read the outside, memorize it well then pass it onto your descendants so they can do as we did. Keep up the tradition. Carry this over your head”.
Shaken to the core, in the literal and metaphysical sense, you are now sans bundle. Curiously, you noticed that each page vanished after you’d examined it and as this weight you’d been carrying for so long evaporated you became aware of a simultaneous easing of a pressure on your chest that you weren’t even conscious of before making your ascent. At some point the levee breaks and you are awash with emotion. A torrential downpour of the suppressed pain and suffering from all those lives lived which exist still as the blood in your veins is streaming from your eyes as you are wracked with the intensity of being the one who sees what they dared not perceive.
Down below in the valley someone had realized you were missing and thus they’d set off in expedition to find the lost member of their tribe. Some of them climbed up the hill and heard your anguished screams from a distance and as they came running their first thoughts that you’d been robbed as your bundle was missing. “There, there. There, there” they say as they attempt to comfort and you gladly accept their affection as your entire world has been torn to shreds as you’ve been developing an inkling of the bigger pic. “Oh, its so horrific. Its horrifying. Why would someone do this?” you say through eyes blurred with pain that had built one generation to the next. They hear but do not innerstand and thus filter your expressions based on their imperience and projections. A search party is sent out with weapons to see who dares disrespect their tradition. “What kind of low life would steal a mans bundle? Its the symbol of our people and the reason for our existence” is said as people of murderous intent are prowling across the plains looking for someone to kill for daring to go against.
Up on the hill you are still a wreck as being the incarnated vent for the sufferings of the long dead is quite an intense experience. Gradually you start snapping back to reality but the box within which they sit and decorate with signs that say “This is the way it is. No questions accepted nor needed, simply carry the bundle and all will be well” no longer hits like it did. You rest and recuperate, trying to get your bearings. Within you are totally conflicted as these are your people. You share customs, a language, traditions and expectations. Through thick and thin they’ve always been there and thus are more like family. This much is obvious as they lavish you with care and attention. Off in the distance you hear a celebratory whooping.
There is a flurry of excitement as the men sent out to extract vengeance come back dragging someone you’ve never met with them. His style of dress, his manner and dialect are all different. “Brother, look. We have found the thief and we shall have vengeance” they said as they flung the badly beaten traveller at your feet. He desperately clutches to his bundle and frantically mumbles what you assume are prayers for deliverance from this wickedness he is facing. “Thats not my bundle” you say, plainly and matter of factly. “Of course it is” says one, with a hint of menace, look he adds whilst pointing at the surface “It says “Treat others as you wish to be treat“. Is that not our legend? Our way of living? Our spiritual instruction when condensed to its purist meaning? Brother, this is your bundle and we shall kill this thief, this infidel who dared go against us. Here, take what is yours” he says as he snatches the weight from the man lying, crying on the deck at such savage treatment.
“How do I tell them what has happened?” you think. “Its obvious the red mist has descended over the eyes of these who went out seeking for vengeance and who is this poor wretch? Wherever did they find him? What am I supposed to do to ensure they don’t harm him for my indiscretions?”. “Give me the knife” you said “And some rope as well. Its between me and him. I will personally deal with this infidel and bring you his head when I am finished. My brothers and sisters, thank you for all your help but it is now time for you to focus your attention on your children. Prepare their bundles, carry on the traditions of our people and send them off into the ocean where they shall step, from one generation to the next”.
Roused by your speech laced with motivation that vibes with their inclinations they depart and leave you and your prey, who lay immobile. Once they have retired back to the beaches you feed your captive, give him something to drink and then make a big show of taking the blade and burying it off in the distance. Knowing that language is only a part of communication you decide to get your point across like this:
Showing him your bare hands which you then bring to join at your chest as you bow your head at your now bemused hostage you gesture from your lips whilst pointing at your chest in order to express this is your story. You start crawling on the floor after drawing a stick outline of man, woman and creation on the dirt. “This is me, back then” you emote to one who is steadily getting drawn in to your performance. You run to grab some of leaves lying nearby as they’ve fell off trees and you create an approximation of a bundle. You point at yours and then his before pantomiming carrying it through the ocean. The man nods in agreement. The dialect is different but he is very familiar with this. “Mission” he says. “Yes, yes” you nod your head in agreement whilst pointing at your chest and replying “Chosen”. Suddenly the Rosetta stone starts to spin and both comprehend the similarity beneath the difference.
Eventually you get to the point where he currently sits in shackles. You noticed that when you told him of opening the bundle and reading what was within he said “Disbeliever” and shook his head. “We call those infidel and yes, I guess you can say I am but its what I found within” you said as you furnished the details. With drawings in the dirt of many past generations, all carrying their own bundles filled with suffering to which they remain willfully ignorant you pantomime the feelings of release that came after the wailing and screams you released that you’d been carrying. “You see? You see?” he said hoping that the man in front of him would get what no one in his own tribe could comprehend.
He didn’t get a chance to hear the answer. His throat was slit in a way efficient as his captives tribesmen had also sent out their people as one of their own was missing. Witnesses had stated they’d seen a group of ruffians who were yelling and whooping descend on one of their pilgrims and carry him off into the distance. This tribe was different. They trailed from a distance, observing their land and encampment. When the time was right they struck under the cover of darkness and killed all that were within. All of the men, women and children were slit from ear to ear as they slept by these silent assassins.
Up on the mountaintop to the two men engaged in metaphysical discussions way beyond the sun setting were aware of none of this as the one without a bundle was facing the one tied to a tree who saw perfectly one of his tribesmen coming up behind him with murderous intent.
“My brother” he says as he embraces his kin and hands him his bundle. “Look, in your honor, for the glory of our creator we killed these disbelievers“. “Infidels” he says. “Primitive, brutal savages. You know what he said?” he states as he starts regaling the tale to his friends and shows them the blade that was buried off in the distance.
But that was then. This is now. Whats in your bundle? The single most liberating step in this realm was releasing my energetics from this shackle of mess that, for many, defines their everything as they are so accustomed to its limitations that to live without is beyond them. This is, in many ways, one of lifes ultimate tests hence why true liberation requires total disconnection which, in a paradoxical flip, brings an immense sense of union with the all of everything you’ll have to feelsee for your Self.
I would like you to imagine an immense thing which is a living, breathing process but not mineral or organic. It has two things happening at the same instant that are quite mind bending for a mere human to comprehend and that is that is spins on one axis, standing proudly in the mid, but it two different directions (at the same instance) and the upper half is totally expansive (like a telescope) whilst the other is highly reductive (the microscope effect). The net result of this is what you call this entire realm and, specifically, the human incarnation. This process is replicated – what do you expect? Its a fractal, after all – in your mental process hence:
You are inside the universe with a youniverse inside.
I have spoken to many trippers, both chemically assisted and natural, and nobody seems to have met this yet which means it could all be a delusion but methinks it isn’t and the proof of this pudding are those who, once upon a when, rode the green dragon with joy and abandon until:
“Can’t do it no more. Even a toke on a spliff makes me a paranoid wreck. Shame, I used to enjoy it as well”.
“Sir, you see that image you’ve shown of the galaxies and how they spin? How come they look like they’re moving really quick but you said they’re stuck, frozen, and why do they appear identical to the structure of the atom? Could we actually be within it like a Jack and Beanstalk thing?”.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, mhmm, exactly this. It spins everywhere at once but its nowhere as well and it feels like being in the grip of angel whilst getting mind F’d by the devil himself who never even said so much as “Just the tip” but raped you into sheer paranoid flinching before, somehow, mercy did manifest. It only happened once, mind, and that was nearly enough to put me off the sniff for a bit. Truth be told I started cutting it after this – the gears just too potent – and making sure that when I partook there was never any top shelf spliffery present as I suspect that is what took me over the edge, back when, as it tore my head to shreds by moving in two directions, but yeah, I get why madmen all think they’re Jesus or something because whatever it was I felt was far more honest and direct than the flesh and blood that presents but I was so wrecked off my box I never could put it into words until you mentioned that dual axis spin around a point that is eternal, unchanging and constant. That is what I think bought me in off the edge, I guess“.
Just another statement from Knowing the Ledge aka upping your res as, like a balloon that is filled, your mind can never, ever shrink to what it was before this imperience. The most amazing thing about this is I’m starting to suspect a bacterial/fungal link as well as the celestial which makes perfect sense if we’re within a fractal as the only thing faster than the speed of light is the sound of Psylense, ya dig? Information is all there is and you’re made to encode, decode and transceive it, as does everything else… Pictures being thousands of words that speak for themselves say it best to one who Knows the Ledge:
Granted these are sober peak states talking on the web and such things are beyond the ken of most men as they are so well adjusted to running the treadmill and thus don’t click its all happening within their consciousness but the telescope is reported by many pro athletes who have said:
“All of it fades to nothing. Its like Bruce said “It hits by itself“. Sometimes it feels like I’m just a watcher who is along for the lift as I see what kicks and marvel at how well it functions”. As every great artist has said, its about getting out of your own way and allowing the champion within to reveal itself…
On the flip these are the same, in the off season or when their glow has dimmed, who have crippling painkiller addictions and other vices or whims which, I suspect, are the other end of the deal manifesting. On the day to day these are poles between which the manic depressive doth shift as a couple of them have nodded their heads at the sketch as they attest that they too felt totally powerless to resist what was happening as it was an energy coursing through their veins that evidently didn’t originate within as its strength was immense and beyond questioning. Which, once again, is exactly what every single schizo, ever, has said about the demons on the mind that haunt him as well as the angels, now and then, that reveal things like they did to Tesla, Nash and Van Gogh as well.
You are inside the universe with a youniverse inside.
Its actually the best place to hide lifes greatest secrets, yes? After all, the inner realms of most are nigh on invisible and beyond questioning as they cannot imagine being anything else than what presents as they take the shape of the container they’re poured in. Or snowman who, as you’ve guessed, is water at its lowest vibration which, itself, is simply steam, condensed. Shades of the tele/microscope, yes? There is something I really want to tell you at this point but another aspect says its not appropriate yet for some reason. I’ll defer to the bit in the mid from which both spring as I sit, Centered in Self, and push the pen because it may come later in this text or another session. What it is, however, is pretty amazing and offers an immense clue of how your unfinite awareness was flipped, stripped, dipped, chipped and remixed to become Inner Sense and how that, itself, is a one time deal for this spin and should be fully embraced and then released from your grip as its such a rare occurrence. A way you can picture it is like a stack of Post It notes. Each one, singular, is what we term Spirit. The whole thing is called Soul and thus is without beginning nor end as it simply is. Unfinite is the term I built to describe it as the in variation suggests constraint and limits when this force has no such thing. Wow, this has just said it all without saying it. Titilation and titivation, par excellence! Up your res so I don’t have to say it. Find your own answers and don’t show your working because thats akin to describing a dream to another person, isn’t it? It never makes sense to them but, for you, its perfectly cogent. We now return to your regularly scheduled program:
Such is the power of Inner Sense, yes? Can you see why they Adulterate it, quick, as that is akin to a flash frozen mammoth whose last thoughts were “What the hell?” as the poles shifted and what was tropic became chill (and the flip) as men gawped at the motions of heavens, interrupted, and set off in search of sanctuary as the Eden they knew well sunk below the surface of the ocean. These days they call it “Climate Change” and fly all around the world on private jets whilst taxing you for the privilege. Ironic, isn’t it, how quick they are to discount the intelligence of the planet, the motions of the celestial aspects and what they said as well as the fact that all of this may simply be an atom inside a much larger man who is meditating at present whilst wondering “How would it feel to be a man reading this via the tech of the black mirror which is simply one side of the hexagon of Saturn and its celestial twin of Jupiter?”. How many would click the true origin of this glyph or its deeper meaning? Doesn’t the fact that this happens mean the fix is in? Are we seeing realities “programming language”?
Refer back to what I said and do the Knowledge as these could be the ravings of a man pushed to the brink as he played the cards dealt to win and bet against the odds to stack major chips or a mass exercise in speculative fiction that attempts to stitch a narrative from the many disparate threads life presents as he stumbles over the immense elephant that was always present but obscured by camera tricks and BS by those in the biz of dream selling… I’ll let you tell it.
In the end, beginning and during its all consciousness. Either you are sitting on the top of a mountain of ignorance of you’ve delved down the depths, done the Knowledge and drawn your own conclusions that weren’t part of the syllabus and, no, reading anothers words, watching their vids and commenting doesn’t count as that is second hand gnosis which is as much use a straight man on an island full of lesbians. Too many fall for that trick as its old and effective because whats offered from a distance doesn’t match the writing on the tin and, worst of all, even that is a deception because the true terms and conditions were etched in a microdot hence the need to up your res. Sometimes I really do wonder if there is any point to me pushing the pen like this because gnosis is so fine and delicate its like handing an egg made of silk to a gorilla with an iron fist. Worse, actually, because at least the animal would have the sense to comprehend something stuck to its appendage and may even intuit the nature of that which you pass for they are connected (both outside and within) with far greater coherence than the modern beast called man who, often, will misconstrue one pointing at the moon as being given the finger. Even if a few get it they’ll argue about where he stood – relative to the them – and then you’ll hear a cheery yell of “Kill the infidel!” as the northern and southern hemispheres shred the other over what the man in the equator said.
Maybe its me thats the problem? I could be he that is incorrect because if the way that is correct is signposted and effortless then it feels like I’ve spent my life walking over unpaved roads that were strewn with thorns, back when. And yet, with each step, I gain a twinkling of gnosis that is oh so familiar with its newness that it feels like being asleep in bed and becoming cogent of the hoax being perpetrated and doing something about it as you comprehend you are the the thoughts, thinker and thinking which leads to a moment of existential bliss as you see through the illusion and feel an immense weight of tension lift that you, previously had been unaware of carrying in ignorance. I cannot help but think such things should be shared with the rest for if you had discovered an oasis in the desert and I was thirsting I’d sure appreciate a sip, yes?
Through all of this there is one thing that remains constant and thats the tele/microscope effect. It is, what I suspect, is used to make the glow of Inner Sense dim as all of that unrealized potential is scooped and looshed up for who knows what ends and then, lets not forget, they come and claim the dregs via your television set and other antics designed to leech your attention as well. The grift never ends! Of course, to the well adjusted, the above may seem like gibberish but to those who dwell on the fridge and/or Know the Ledge it could make a lot of sense as its obvious there is something missing from the sketch when we take in the majesty of life as it is and the way man is acting. On the flip sits the peak imperience that started this missive that is so intensely personal yet universal as well so, with that said, you should believe none of what I’ve shared and, instead, take the steps to disprove it by glancing within at your own youniverse to feelsee what its saying as I’m interested in hearing your transcript.
Everything has significance. Its literally dripping in it because, first and foremost, I am the only Soul on the planet. Not to get solipsistic but, back when, I couldn’t help but pondering how ten men can meet one and draw as many divisive opinions. That, literally, makes no sense – no matter how you slice it – unless we’re all trapped within our perceptions and this is what we interact with hence reality tunnel. Next, seeing as this is my mind and psyche whatever kicks within has a personal significance and thus its up to me to decode it or be encoded. This is a bloom or bust thing or how one jelly differs from the next even if their makeup is identical. Just these two, alone, could have me sitting, alone, pondering for absolutely ages and then, if someone should wander in, I’d hoist them to my current level of perception and create an ad hoc connection of resonance as I poured a perspective into them and asked what shifted within the tunnel they were digging. Many would lament that I’d totally blown their high as they were nicely lifted and now presenting as stone cold sober as they were forced to consider something they’d hadn’t wished to contemplate but, once again, they come back through for another hit as there was obviously a part of them that was interested. That, alone, could fill many volumes but lets jump off the cliff instead and note the wings of imagination spread that would never, ever have found their strength if you kept on trudging along the pavement:
You are not a person, but a people. That means there are loads and loads of versions of you within but there is only one steering wheel – in the present moment – and thus whoever senses the most threat gets voters preference and thus defines your actions. I want you to imagine your timeline like a hose through which the waters of consciousness are flowing. Back when you gained a kink. It might have been via abuse, Satanic, or the more prosaic equivalent of two words that shattered your inner realms. Doesn’t matter, in the end, as the results are the same and, at this point, the water identifies with the hose, its color, location and segment as well as all the cues and clues that were going on around it. You, in effect, jumped out of your skin and impressed the environment with your consciousness and misidentified it. This is the secret behind getting “triggered” and why I said, back when, whoever trips your switch is your Master as you’re their Slave as well because you obviously can’t manage your own energetics. Granted, not the most popular script in this “Everyone gets a medal” realm but Warriors excel in seeking the authentic which often means they work in direct opposite to whatever the Valley of the Plebs sells to the rest, plugged in. Now, I’ve seen, in the flesh, a couple visibly regress to their own respective hose pipe kink and project past stress onto the present and once they both clicked they were arguing with phantoms they could, if they wished, lay to rest by glancing within with compassion and unconditional Self acceptance they, instantly, deleted that blip and got back on with the business of living. What astounded me was how they where content with just this. Like another aspect didn’t leap up and say “Wait a minute, thats amazing. A type of magic, if you will. What else rests in your box of tricks, my friend?”.
They say man often stumbles over miracles but then picks himself up and carries on like nothing ever happened. The saddest life is the one unexamined as its like a letter you never read that was bundled with a fat cheque from an inheritance you never clicked was your birthright upon stepping in. Instead you scrabbled, here and there, trying to eke a living and service the debt on your flexible friend using all the money thats fit to print that they sell at interest. Make that make sense, if you will. For me, the meaning was that we are so divorced from our power that we need to seek meaning in symbols all accept as that makes us feel nice within as at least some part is coherent. “F that mess” I said then proceeded to bump heads with the System and its Agents. Not much has shifted as we moved from VHS to VR headsets as all versions of me seem to be quite rebellious, even if I recently met a few that were more mellow and chill who’d been laying in the cut, cooling, and just watching the scenes unfolding. He said:
“Why do you care? Really? I mean, its cute and everything. I admire your dedication as you zip that way and this but have you ever, truly, just let life free wheel and see what kicks? Like placing a bet on roulette then telling them to note it as you go some place else and watch the sunset? Totally out of mind. No Fs given or investment in outcome, expected. If you win and they keep it, thats on them. If you lose and they tell you’ve just won information and if, by some miracle, the one you trust is legit and you stack fat chips that, by some dint, fell on the table as another placed his bets and won again to bring an immense return on investment wouldn’t that be pretty amazing to pour your brainpower in if it happened? Thats just one of the options you’ve never, ever considered and wouldn’t have until you cleared your background din that took absolutely ages but, you know how it is, I’m just kicking the bobo with an old friend”.
That is, quite literally, the opposite of me but it also speaks of time when events very similar to above actually happened that I might share elsewhen as I Knew, capitalization, that it was my time to win even though I walked into the gambling establishment with next to nothing in my pockets and bopped out, a couple of hours later, with a stack of chips and suspicious pit boss watching. I really deep ponder what happened, back when. Was it when that version of me came to the helm and said “Lets show him how we do things on the Path of least resistance that he seems to detest, with a vengeance, as he’s got it into his head to examine everything but whats in front of him”. What is the meaning for me? In that respect blindspots are hard to see as they grant the rest of the vision as the optic nerve attests but, if you check out this illusion:
Y’ll see hw th brn flls n wht it expcts. I said, the brain fills in what it expects. If that isn’t a ten out of ten, flag flapping from the parapet reason to set your own wavelength as reality test your programming then I don’t know what is because a man, internally defeated, may have got a signal from his chest that said:
“Hey, lets go to the casino” and quickly responded with “I’ve got Thirty Six quid in my pocket, its Ten PM, I’m tired and its not worth the effort as I never win anyway which is why I avoid it”. I, on the flip, thought “Why not? Ain’t nothing else going on but the rent so lets jet, on a whim, and play some roulette”. As I picked this apart and wondering what the meaning is I couldn’t help but examine other events where I upped a left a crib, for no reason, and those who stayed regretted it as things went wrong, real quick, after my exodus. It doesn’t even have to be dramatic as you can almost read the omens in a moment hence why I asked if you’re listening when life is talking as there is a definite language one projects as they interact with figments of their imagination. Check this article of a woman trying to pull a grift on a man who was only too happy to buy what she was selling but had, thankfully, stopped to up his res before they met otherwise he may have had cause to regret his emotional investment in one who was not the image she sells. Is any woman these days? Were they ever? As I say this I ask:
“What is the meaning for me?”.
Do I distrust modern femininity and all its whims as it hand delivered death, with a kiss, or does my implicit faith in the intuitive negate this? I always found it strange that when the angels fell they taught ancient women the art of booty shaking, makeup and enchantment and, what do you know, that till still rings to the present moment. Make of it what you will… Am I simply jaded by the lack of resonance of higher order consciousness and countless chapstick spirituals who may walk the talk of yoga stretch and true potential but, in the end, are actually pulling a grift on themselves they can’t wait to sell as well, as evidenced whilst they yell at driver swerving in front of them which hints they don’t truly Know the Ledge because, if they did, she’d click why she said:
“How come all of the traffic just seems to move out of the way when you’re driving? And, stranger still, you always find a parking space real quick? Is there some type of magic to this because its happened way too many times to be coincidence which, I guess, must link to how you, in ways maddening, refuse to leave when I wish and only move on your whims in ways that make no sense. Explain your Self!”. That made me grin because at least she was paying attention the variables and shifts but I’m not really in the mood for guiding as I’m my own guru and thus only disciple ergo I push the pen for the web and lace with Game instead that you can choose to reject or develop. On further introspection I discovered the problem was the solution:
By seeking a certain resonance I was, intuitively, rejecting a larger section of women who may, externally, not sport any of the symbols of development and, better still, their lotus of wisdom may be totally latent and floating on an ocean of filth that makes up her current (false) self concept. Let me tell thee, there is no greater thrill in the world than unfolding this bud and watching it spring as the old version of who you met is gone with the wind and you imprint her resurrected divine feminine who blooms with your innate resonance as 1 + 1 = 11 and thats divine mathematics, my friend, that can only happen when you put down the shovel and stopping digging then question instead:
“What is the meaning for me?”.
Hint: If she wears a “Namaste” T and Tweets spiritually this is, in high water or hell, not what she is within but the deeper significance is equally linked with how ninety nine percent of religion is totally corrupted image selling that, at the best, spins empty water wheels and thus its all interlinked which is why spiritual development is a solo thing as, back when, they used to institute temple prostitution in order to bilk a few Shekels more from the plebs as the bank and pub were built onto the new fledgling religion that needed investment in order to gain traction. How do I know this? Well, thats another chamber which we may, one day, spin but, for now, prove me incorrect. Not just about this but everything because the reason I laced the relationship bit is because it points at something else you’ll need to find for Self because if every fresh next ends up having something in common with an old ex then its you thats the common link, yes? If nothing my view is eminently practical which means it is, by definition, the complete opposite of what the rest sell and tell as they yell and scream at a figment of their imagination whilst I’m reading the bumper sticker, in front, that says “Zero to bish is two point three seconds”, amply demonstrated, as she flicks a middle finger of discontent via the rear view at one “yogini” tailgating and blowing the horn, in excess. Hey, at least she’s real! Gotta respect it, yes? Can’t say the same for one trying to talk a good Game but whose spiritual flex didn’t extend beyond the mat and rampant image selling…
What was the meaning for me? Say “Bye” and strolling away, languidly, whilst taking time to check my arousal blueprint and what it meant to truly nurture my own authentic feminine as embodied by intuition, the urge to be creative and, surprisingly, the ability to sit around and do absolutely nothing for no reason at all than to injoi my own company as that is how I was feeling. See how its all interlinked and life is talking, everywhen? What an involution since then though so my immense thanks to she. This is such a dope topic, really, that I’ll really have to push the pen and go in as the whole template/imprint thing as its akin to a tritone and perfect fifth which, itself, is straight up ninety eight octane when it comes to Knowing the Ledge as its all resonance when ivories (and the rest) are being tinkled with a boss playas intent…
What follows next is so beautifully coherent and radiantly perfect that I hope you all get to Witness it in the flesh by doing the Knowledge as the quest for meaning doth bring such an increase in resolution that one can’t help but pondering the spec of factory settings most get as they’re trained to run the treadmill and naught else…
