Lets try a thought imperiment, the results of which can be quite interesting:
One the one hand I want you to imagine everything you think you know about everything. About how to live, what the point of existence is, where we are, where you’re headed, all of your belief systems and methods of engagement with five sensory reality in this third dimensional experience and on the other you fill the life you truly wish to live.
Tell me, are they equal? Do they match? Meaning does whats in your head generate the optimal wisdom to manifest the existence you feel deep within you deserve in this realm?
I’d be willing to be the answer is no. The question is are you willing to let go, critically examine and think about that which you already know and if so could you replace what didn’t work by trying something else and testing the flow?
Thing is it takes a lot of strength to question your concepts, especially those you inherited when you were a young learning machine and the critical faculties weren’t yet online in your mind so you followed their lead and thus cut yourself off from the gold you used to feel. Everyone knows this but most have recollections that are dim and worse still when they look back at childhood they see through an Adulterated lens that projects current imperience to back then when they couldn’t be more different. Ask yourself, if of the religious bent:
That my friend is what the Path of Power brings. An option. A choice. A different way to perceive things and most of how you relate to your Self and all this reveals. To many it can be scary and they’ll say its evil when in reality they’re miserable and terrified to shift from the region they’ve been placed in as they stand, awaiting salvation. Many have lived and died like this and no one came to save them just as I can bet you won’t experience it. Lets not pontificate about what can or might happen after death when here, right now, in the flesh you can direct your efforts into actualizing your highest potent and shaking off the shackles of adulterated awareness that clings to concepts like a drowning man to a brick as he slowly sinks but won’t admit that this doesn’t feel like floating.
Do you know why Doctors call their office a practice? Your guess is as a good as mine. No really, thats what it is. A guess. You can present with the same symptoms to ten different places and you’ll get around 8 of them disagreeing with what the other said but totally certain that they’re correct. Net result to you? More often than not pills or surgical interventions that are next to useless at best or damaging due to their side effects. Things really haven’t progressed from blood lets, leeches and all that back when. They only present a cleaner image and the whole appeal to authority thing which says you should listen. Its the reason why they have people in white coats selling things on TV because your mind links them to the capability to heal hence “I’m not a Doctor but have played one on screen”.
Once upon a when people used to bring me their prescriptions so I could see what pills they were popping on the reg, compare them to their reason for needing and seeing if I could share some insight that might help. One fine eve I noticed a rather peculiar similarity. An alcoholic, epileptic and manic depressive were toting the same medicine. “Strange” said me considering the diverse needs of those present and thus was aroused my curiosity about what could possibly be going on behind the scenes to make this be. Not being a stranger to retail and the performance bonuses companies give for pushing a new item over the rest in order to get an edge in the competitive market I initially suspected this may be it so spoke to a few I knew in the industry who said “Thats only the tip” and this is when it all got thick.
“See that over there?” the Doc said motioning to a set of golf clubs that looked as expensive as immaculate “Didn’t cost me a thing. I got them in a draw I never even entered in and its purely because I steered more clients toward one prescription than another” he said. Another confirmed he’d just been on a cruise, bought and paid for as well, under the guise of a “work related trip” in which he attended a couple of promotional campaigns dressed up as lectures on the latest advancements in pain management and why you should prescribe what we said… You know the rest.
Now what was interesting about this is I knew first hand of this trick. Anyone involved in the music biz knows its not talent that makes a hit buy Payola or how much you’re willing to spend under the table to ensure your song enters into the programming and thus the plebs hear it several times a day and convince themselves they like it as well before heading off to spend money on what you said. When its done well its almost transparent and is an accepted practice to the end that if they don’t spend then units won’t shift and if they try some other form of tricks to cut out the middle man then the black ball kicks and no one will touch them or their artist because all involved protect their interests when it comes to the shady end of the business hence ten percent for show, the rest you won’t get unless you swim with the sharks, in the deep end.
You look across any industry at the point where public facing and behind the scenes intersect and you’ll bare witness to the same process in full effect. Some times its cash on the hip, gun and a wink, totally blatant. Other times its presented with more finesse like “We’re convening an expert panel to comment on the efficacy of X over Z as a treatment and were wondering if you could come along and present your experience?”. “Where and when, may I ask?” the Doctor said as he was a busy man, given the nature of his business, but always made time for this rep because she was so attractive, as she replies with a smile and a quick flash of leg. “Why its in the Bahamas, the month after next. I’ll be presenting and hope to see you coming. This could be the first of many as we always know how to welcome our guests“. You can guess the rest. Its a shady business and first and foremost everyone is in it for themselves. You and your concerns are, at best, secondary and actually much further down the list because “Who cares about them. If those idiots don’t know how to look after themselves then why should I give a toss when they schlep in wanting a quick fix?”.
“To tell you the truth, each year that goes by I find many ways anew to hate them and what they do” said the Doc as the rage flew through. “Most of them just want a sympathetic ear, someone to pretend they care as they witter on about their life to you. Others self diagnose and are prepared for death and won’t want to hear nothing less than you to corroborate they expect – “No, Mrs S its vertigo, not an aneurysm. Yes, I do this for a living. No, I don’t need to check or test. Yes, I’m perfectly aware what Google says” – The amount of psychosomatic prisoners that come through is intense and worse yet they’re climbing steadily as people convince themselves its something life threatening and this is the end. Probably so they’ll finally have something important that makes them the center of attention for a moment” he said, exasperated.
Now that last point was very interesting and something that was repeated time and time again. That most of their patients were starved of affection, attention and the feeling anyone gives a damn if they were to die where they stand. That is where the professional care giver comes in and the entire interaction made me think of how a pimp used to instruct his women “You are in the business of selling them an image. I want them coming back, again and again. They need to feel like they’re the man, more than a client when it comes to sex. Forge that deeper connection, that intimate remembrance that knows just how to make him feel like a King for a moment and you’re his true Queen. The only one who understands how he feels, the only one who can truly satisfy his needs because once you do this you’ve got him by the pursestrings and he’ll keep coming back and our pockets get fat”. The girls sat their soaking it all in when really it was nothing new as they know fine well the way of building relationships but he was taking them to the next level of artifice by breaking it down into pieces of how to feed back what he said, there and then in the moment because intimacy is what they crave, the fundamentals of the lay is something any woman can give but the entire imperience is what can turn one nation against the next as they all desire that resonance and comprehension that exists without having to say a thing as you know just how to move and service him the best and sell the image that he’s a rare, magnificent specimen and your time together is idyllic”.
The Docs were all saying the same thing but they dealt purely in the emotional space but the underlying drives were the same when it came to a cross section of those who came to see them and just like pimp owed a gambling debt and some vig to a local “business interest” as well as some more to the brick layer who kept the drugs flowing he was stuck in a situation where he’d take from one then to the other give before roping in a third to his trick. All to keep the plates spinning and stop them crashing over his head. It was a stressful enterprise, all said, and the Docs were in a similar predicament as they stated it was always about pushing the next solution on their clients. Even if that meant having to make the symptoms fit with whats on the script, when they knew it would be useless. It didn’t matter to them because that bright eyed idealism of “I shall deliver health” and “First do no harm” were soon left behind when one gets into private practice and discovers the truth of how it is with useless plebs hell bent on destroying themselves and them coming to you for Band Aid solutions for the proverbial broken leg that was sustained when they took a hammer to themselves via their destructive habits. “Its getting harder and harder to hate them less” he said, taking another sip of the Scotch he knows well as it helps take off the edge from another day sitting and listening to people talk about problems when they don’t truly want solutions. “They just want to be heard” he says, with a hint of resignation chiming in, “And I really can’t blame them because who gives a toss about anyone in this modern world? Especially themselves“.
We’d spoken previously about the trap man is in although I hadn’t fully extended the Game of Souls framework to what it would be yet. The Doc was a man of high intelligence, good moral fiber as well but a lifetime of experience had left him jaded when it came to all this so he certainly wasn’t going to sniff at the perks that came along with prescribing this or that in exchange for a fat bonus. The way he saw it was that everyone is doing it. “The pharmaceuticals companies are pushing the best patents with the latest tech so it has to be effective. Who am I to question this when the vast majority of my business is prescribing pills? They handle the rest, I just make sure they end up in the right peoples systems and that way everyone wins”.
I asked him about vitamins and minerals. How long had he spent considering things like orthomolecular medicine and he said “All that stuffs useless, a month at best to study the basics when University was still the thing” and I found this very interesting because in my own imperience they are the literal building blocks of everything. Imagine for a moment you had a factory which casts bricks and its needs a certain set of components to which it then applies a process and the end result is sturdy and perfect. Now consider for a moment one of the ingredients is missing, so if you’re in the kitchen and the cake needs 3 tablespoons of sugar thrown in you grab the salt instead because it ticks the “White, granulated powder” box. What then? The end result wouldn’t be quite as intended, would it? Those who tasted it would know the issue in an instant but when it comes to bricks they are used to build strength and therefore only reveal their weakness when they’ve been issued and used for something that suddenly comes down, crumbling.
That is exactly what happens within. Case in point, Magnesium is essential for over four hundred processes in the body in a cascade system. The lack of it can cause everything from restless legs to insomnia and constipation as well as countless other things that people run to pop pills and the Docs ignore as well. When I presented this perspective he said he would look into but never did because after a certain age people just do what works best and in his case it was prescribe the same pills to an alcoholic, manic depressive and epileptic. I asked “How could this happen?” and he replied “Off label usage is a common thing, I wouldn’t expect for you to get it, no insult to your intelligence, but one pill can cure other non related symptoms. For example the epileptic may find it helps in balancing their ion channels which prevents seizures and fits whilst the bipolar benefits from the reduction of abnormal electrical charges inside their head and with alcoholics we find it prevents them from wanting a drink although the exact mechanism for action is up for question”. “You ever think it could just placebo in full effect” I said. “Are they hypnotized by the white coat and your sheen of attentive presence then believe what you said? After all Voltaire said the art of medicine consists in amusing the patient whilst nature cures them”.
The laughter was intense as he finally said “He may have a point, after all its rare we fix a thing and when it comes to what we have to prescribe on top of this to help that which wasn’t a complaint when they came in can get ridiculous. I tell you its enough to make you think”. “Think what, that its all a crooked racket designed to keep them locked into an ecosystem which profits of their ignorance?”. “Well, I wouldn’t be as dramatic but yes. There is something fundamentally lacking because people don’t know, nor care to learn, how to handle themselves. Take you for example, you never come in and I’d never heard of you until all of a sudden my clients started turning up with questions about their medication, my reason for prescribing this over that and so many other things that I thought they’d all found their own specialists. Eventually they all said “Him” and thus your name was mentioned”. “Thats why I came along to introduce myself” I said “because they trusted me enough to let me look in. If you’ll note the epileptic rarely comes in and hasn’t refilled her prescription since back when, know why? Because she sniffs lavender essential oil instead and this prevents the aura from progressing when she feels the familiar sensations, creeping. Combine that with a high fat, low sugar, no carb eating plan and her issue has all but vanished. The last bit also applied to the alcoholic as well due to an off script use of Baclofen mixed with a mega dose of vitamins to offset his singed nerves as he processes the trauma imprints that initially turned him to drink. What the word mis-comprehends is that alcoholism is actually a self protective mech to preserve the little sanity they have left and each sip helps to ease the pain of memories gone from surfacing in their awareness and, at the same time, it destroys the flesh”. “And the bipolar nutjob, what did she get? Did you whip up some magic beans and wave your juju stick at her?” he said to which I replied “That ones a work in progress but she finds low dose Lithium Orotate helps when it comes to self regulating the pendulum that swings from lot to less. Most of it was due to her messed up imprints and the complete lack of centering that comes from the kind of upbringing she witnessed where acting out was the only way to get attention which alternated with trying to shrink when her parents were arguing” I said. “As you know I’m quite certain that almost all of our ills trace back to events seen as kids as well as emotions that were suppressed that then at a later age manifest as stress and as myriad symptoms”. “Which keep me busy no end, speaking of which its been delightful meeting but I must get packed for a cruise I’m heading off to this weekend” he stated as he flashed a grin and pointed to his wedding ring that would, undoubtedly, be removed when he slipped into something a little more comfortable…
That was just one man, a limited sample used for an example but they all read from the same script and sing the same song. Some knowingly, others out of ignorance but then the question remains:
Why would you place your health in the hands of someone else when you could so easily do for Self? The three examples I gave of the epileptic, manic depressive and alcoholic made leaps and bounds that were immense by switching up what pours in so their mind-bodies had the right components to build bricks with the requisite strength that were fit for purpose because, to expand this metaphor again, all the Docs can bring is akin to scaffolding to shore up what has already been built and this doesn’t address the underlying problem which they neither mention nor fix. For a parting shot consider this:
There is no cell in your body that is older than around seven to ten years at a stretch. What do you think you use to create this but the raw ingredients I said? Then step back and consider that monoculture farming and the sale of foods by commercials chains that are nutritionally dead and the added influx of pesticides and repellents then it suddenly becomes self evident why so many are Victims of self imposed ignorance and make decisions to their detriment when they think a pill can fix the ills by providing some sturdy scaffolding as this means they don’t have to change a thing. In reality its just as I said and you’re welcome to research and test for self if you Doctor is willing to speak about the perks the reps bring and how they in effect tell him what would be best to prescribe to his patients based on latest research and advancement. Stop and think for a moment, a twenty year old whose only training in the field is sales expertise gleaned from some training given to the team and what to repeat as the latest spiel is the hidden link that powers the machine in which you and your Doctor are but mere wheels, generally unaware of where they fit or the motivation of this entire operation which can be summed up as one simple word:
Forget the outer world with its status, fame and acclaim along with the various quests poured into your brain as signs you have “made it” and take a glimpse within for a second:
Are you the Master of your energies or their Slave?
You feel a series of sensations and your brain attaches significance to them. These energies can make you sweat, stress and worry without end but, when seen through the correct lens, they are simply signals. Much like an anxious child (for that is from where they do spring) they are simply clamoring for your attention. Thing is, we are not taught how to handle them. Can you imagine the problems this brings because we are, in essence, strangers to Self and that brings in a lot of ways for exploitation. I mean, how many times have you done something stupid that seemed to make sense in the moment only to find a sense of regret and possible attempts at overcompensation to fix said problem? The truth of the matter is its just energy. That is all it is and once you comprehend this one weird trick then it opens up a different vista for perception in which you can choose what to do with this gift. The thing is in order to unwrap them you must be present in the moment and for that it helps to bring a little distance. Breathe. Sit. Sense. Where, in your flesh, does this sensation manifest? Pretend your brain has a flashlight of consciousness and direct it toward them. Develop a state of acceptance like you would when dealing with a stressed kid and watch how quickly you can shift your resonance.
You feel stressed and anxious. Map the sensation. See where it starts, where it goes to next and then examine the loop as it usually follows a few steps. At this point you can imagine, lying on your bed, that you pull this out of your flesh, flip it and rotate in the opposite direction. Does it still feel the same or is it now different? Do this enough and you’ll find old behavior Patterns start crumbling because they dwell in the subconscious realm beneath your neck and this one act of volition is akin to building a bridge that allows you to direct their presence. Another method you can use is to draw the sensation. Just start doodling and let the energetics speak for themselves. This alone can be quite a surprise as, often, other thoughts and recollections will pop in your awareness. Note them and we can spin back and examine em later. In a nutshell what we are doing is akin to allowing the internal pressure to vent and considering how most are under immense layers of stress these days the space you beget can, at first, seem a tad strange and alien but they are, in the end, simply your energetics.
Congratulations. You have just taken a fundamental step on the Path of Power where the best thing is Knowledge of Self as you become more and more aware of what kicks under the surface and its this subterranean realm that controls everything and thus its power is immense. Start seeing the signs as invitations for a conversation and whilst it can seem strange at first soon you will be in full swing and do it in a way that is almost automatic. I say that loosely because we are doing the opposite of Click-Whirr Thunking by dissolving these Patterns via the use of directed attention. Ask your inner child, see what they have to say about it. There are countless methods and tips, many of which you’ll discover yourself as you start digging in and delving beneath the surface. The net result, however, is one of increased lightness as that which was once dense starts to dissipate as a lot of these blips have their roots in back when which is why I always ask clients to create an inventory of the life they’ve lived – from inception to the present moment. This can cause some pretty dramatic shifts because I would like you to imagine your Journey in this realm like that of a snake that started off as sperm and egg, meeting, then developing the shell wrapped around your consciousness. It sits in the mid and makes all possible thus its true power and strength is buried underneath layers and layers of imperience one begins to chip away at to reveal the state of perfection that never left but, for most, is ignored until death.
Sadly it is then, at this most crucial event, that the boundaries doth melt and most people come face to faceless with what scares the crap out of them. A lightbulb moment for those who have ever had a bad trip, glimpsed death or saw visions of torment or suffering as they lie in bed, dreaming. That state is what we’re tapping into but with conscious intent and load of compassion as you are relating to previous versions of your Self that are caught up in the mix. Time travel, in other words. A simple way of looking at this is comprehending that the only moment that exists is now. The ones that have been we string into a narrative we call the past and ones coming we project based on what we do, think and feel in the present. Dare ye unwrap the gift?
“From where I stand, now, in which direction would I place this Pattern?” then imagine pulling that innerG out and dropping it in said location. Try it. Its quite strange but empowering as this idea is now “out there” and thus you can move around its presence to gain fresh insight and perspective which are nigh on impossible if you’re looping inside your head trying to avoid what you should transcend. That word itself is an immense hint because you can only end a trance when you comprehend its akin to a state of hypnosis. Many people live and die flitting between one unreality and the next, all the while mistaking them for authentic. This process is much like rising from a dream that seemed real and solid then clicking the absurdities that presented as part of the script. The best part is that once you learn how to befriend these processes in ways totally natural via the use of imagination and directed will there is a nice shift in which the rest that felt like a threat are now revealed as gifts of potential you can mold and shape as you wish. Keep on doing this and the results speak for themselves as one client mentioned their blood pressure (which had been a life long problem) started to dip and another who would start holding his breath noticed the blip and started to override it. Actually, that is a very important bit:
Learn how to notice the tells. The body is always authentic. It cannot lie and pretend to be anything than what it is whereas the mind has dreams for sale and a captive audience in the form of your Witness that enacts its suggestions in a form of negative manifestation. For some, reading, a light bulb may have just hit about the power of consciousness and how they are, quite literally, doing this to themselves as the obstacle is the way, my friend. Do the Knowledge. Do the Knowledge, I said. Tell me I am singing for the deaf or are you hearing me on FM? Better yet, don’t listen to me. Place that attention within. Lets say you have a coping mech that makes you reach for a cig at times of stress. Next time grab the pack and start activating that Pattern then interrupt it. Instead of lighting it up, stop. Sit with the sensation. Feel how they’re creeping, what the voice in your head says as its standard form of interpretation and then comprehend you are far greater than this. Focus, straight ahead, then expand your awareness to take in as much of the visual field as you can handle whilst changing your breathing, posture and the rest. The more you expand the less intense its grip and soon you’ll start to see these strings (or Hooks, as I call them) and where they impinge so you can make better decisions. After you’ve done this rate your compulsion to continue with the coping mech because if it the initial imprint was a ten I’d be willing to bet its been reduced by a bit thanks to this intervention.
Try reframing a doubt as a question. If you start stressing about a bill that just hit rephrase the dread of limited Thunking and the tunnel vision it begets to generate a new lens by asking “I wonder…” and filling in the rest or, better yet, feel your Self stepping out for a bit and imagine how you’d be reacting if this was a friend who was stressing and what you’d tell them. You are far more creative, powerful and resonant than you expect, my friend. At first this can be quite a challenge as these old habits have worn grooves in your head hence why the mind chatter is totally predictable but the solution is never found on this trek because if it worked so well it wouldn’t happen again now, would it? As you gradually up your resolution you may even begin to relish said events and start stalking these threats in order to reintegrate their message in a way more empowering and in line with your highest potent being manifested in this realm. Lets look at a practical example:
A lady, who lives a high pressure life of stress, often finds herself blowing up at the smallest of things as she starts catastrophizing potential outcomes. I asked her to recollect a previous time this had happened and then check if said stress actually generated what she dreads or if nothing happened. “Oh yeah!” she said, with a grin. Next I told her that the lifespan of an emotion is ninety seconds. Anything else is due to what you invest and that is akin to giving a beggar a few cents and then finding yourself being tied up and robbed by him for this little “kindness”. One must develop a type of ruthlessness against the conditions of the (false) self and it will rebel at your attempts of elevation because the only way it can keep its grip is by presenting solutions that don’t change a thing as it wants to sit at the helm of your consciousness. I asked her to imagine the worst and make it worse. Really amp the stress until it gets to the point where it feels ridiculous and totally blown out of proportion to what presents. We’re taking these molehills and making them mountains via the use of perspective tricks ergo we can also do the flip. Drain the color from the pic, insert some cartoon sound effects. If it manifests toward your left just beyond at arms length what happens if we move that memory to the opposite end instead and imagine it sits behind? The voltage tends to shift because not only is reality plastic, my friend, but it all takes place inside your consciousness and once this clicks as lived lyrics instead of words on a screen that came from my pen you can recode your internal OS and taste freedom that can’t be bought off any shelves and isn’t spoken of in any texts.
One day she forget to take her meds for blood pressure and such things and when it clicked she hadn’t popped a pill but her vitals were correct the validity of what she said was staring back from her application. Needless to say she became addicted and her family commented on how pleasant it felt to not live with a powder keg that constantly kept them on edge and stressed as the whole home environment did shift. Can you imagine the consequences for future generations from doing the Knowledge? Remember, children do not learn by what you said but what is felt in your presence and this causes all types of shifts in the traces being etched as she taught them the techniques as well which totally changed their wavelength and its so wonderful to Witness the commensurate realignment within when those triggered, once upon a when, removed the firing pin from the weapon of ignorance and made better decisions by Mastering their energetics. Or innerG. I call it this as the term is appropriate and it often helps to label these sensations so now, when it happens next, you can say:
“What is my innerG presenting? What is being called to my attention? I wonder how I can relate to this in a way, beneficial?” then see what happens. I promise you its akin to a miracle because I’ve seen people shift from Victim to Victor in an instant because they are, in the end, figments of your imagination that can have real life consequences if left unchecked as attested by the diverse range of coping mechs, pills and potions many engage in. These are then revealed as the bricks to which they used to cling and crushing them is akin to turning a hot coal of pain into a diamond of wisdom which brings a huge sense of relief as these parts simply want to be heard, acknowledged and validated. By doing this you liberate the ghosts of the past using the caring attention of the present provided by the Witness and thus can’t help but slip the grips of the red and blue shifts that previously prevented Centering in Self. Get comfortable with being uncomfortable instead of pretending it doesn’t exist. Melt the blockage via the warm light of attention that simply accepts what presents without judgement or avoidance.
Don’t believe me. Knowledge without application is worse than ignorance, unchecked. Balance the equation of your inner realms and see what you beget as this process may seem simple but its actually the basis for profound transformation in ways you cannot currently imagine until you step onto the Path of Power in a quest for Self realization in the flesh.
A lot of what we class as myth, superstition and the ignorance of back when is actually the remnants of a time when people decoded with a higher res. In comparison to them we are walking around with heads tuned in to a black and white TV set that is quite small, filled with static and has one speaker busted. They, on the flip, were watching exactly the same show (called Being Human, currently in its fourth season – “The Darkening”) but on a larger CRT with a comfortable seat and clearer screen thus had a generally much more immersive imperience. Those on the stage before them (“The Best of the Worst”) took it in from a cinema in which their whole kith and kin sat in chairs that were specced, perfectly for them, as they were bought hot and cold snacks, as requested. Are you starting to get the pic? Good, thats upping your res aka a side effect of doing the Knowledge.
I can show you a modern day equivalent of this as anyone who was around since the days of VHS could look at a cloud and yell “These kids are all stupid!” as they wave their fist, angrily. Would they be correct? I’ll let you tell it but it offers a great example of what I mean about the surrounding environment and information it brings that we soak up via osmosis when developing. We, Eighties jits, went out to face the world and thus saw it as exciting and multifaceted as you never quite knew what you’d get and that is what kept it interesting. It also meant that if you wanted to watch a new flick from Blockbusters that strengthened you either needed a connect who kept it behind the desk or settled for something else as slots were limited. Not that that was a bad thing, either. How many amazing B movies did you find like this and how many more flops at the box office went on to become legends thanks to rental? This is one of the big reasons why they take no risks these days as they simply can’t afford it but enough of the vagaries of the biz as we’re talking about res.
Anyone who bought a wack game, back when, after being sucked in by hyped art direction will know well how it felt to persist in the challenge and trade it like hell to anyone who’ll give it a spin hence why kids coordinated their gifts to make more of less. No such thing these days so you can say their res has leapt but its also diminished as well because what do they know of social connection or walking up to someone they never met to strike a conversation? There is a lot that was once common that is now vanishing, quick, and when they, in turn, have kids certain things will be relics. Like how we imagine everyone in the Fifties was suited and booted on the reg even if nothing was going on but the rent. That whole “Work from home” thing and playing “Spot the coder” who comes to team meetings in his sweats because, without him, nothing happens has changed things around because, in this Game, that is the only constant. But that isn’t the point. The topic in this bit is the dumbing down as that is the hallmark of the circuit hence the need to up your res because its no measure of health to be well adjusted to this mess, now is it?
Lets pretend that, back when, they Knew there was a subtle invisible thing we call the Ether that linked this whole realm. No faith was needed as its presence was Self evident and thus their folks (and ones before them) did the Knowledge as they lived it. For example, lets say they refuse to buy metal on a Tuesday due to the fact it brings in problems. We, with our logic, could see no resonance but then we also miss the daze of the weak are named after planets and good old Nergal (aka Mars, Tiw and Ares himself) was fond of weapons which are made of, you guessed it, metal. Ergo, via their logic of resonance, buying in his element equals attracting more of this force into your life and this meant things had a rhythm. As you can probably guess when you are farming and working with the elements such forms of observation and notation are totally natural as they said the season had a Spirit and nature of their own which could be equivalenced to a tone or way of doing things that were in keeping or good decorum to ensure problems were minimal. To us this sounds absolutely ridiculous as we reach to our fridge to consume out of season, chemically assisted, non local, quick frozen foods which taste nowhere near as good now as they did back when as they’re hyper farmed in nutrient stripped soils then mass shelved for the plebs to select. Say, don’t suppose there could be a link, do you?
They looked at things through a bigger lens. Not so much “Me, Me, Me” as the instafacetweet generation is but with the remnants of “You are another me, together we” shreds that were left over from the Best of the Worst stage. In the one before this they were not sitting in a cinema, as per example, with kith and kin but actually watching what we’d term as hyper advanced holograms you can sense and the ones before them, an era golden which, somehow, every single culture on the planet references, they were living the lyrics and, generally, in such high resonance that to us they’d appear gods. Newsflash: We are them but the dumbing down is immense. Suddenly, for someone reading, the question of who keeps sending the prophets and with what intent just got a swift answering. This is all part of the Game and you’re welcome to play any way you wish but I choose to tune my dial to the Psylense instead hence the get free or thrive trying mindset I’ve been espousing for a minute. Its far more interesting and things may way more sense when you can “read the omens”. For example:
A businessman was out for a sip with his friends and he met a girl, most effervescent, as they were standing to get a drink. At just the moment their hands met and pleasantries were being flipped someone barged in and said “Barkeep! This champers has lost its fizz and I demand you replace it, this instant!“. The guy wasn’t a stranger to doing the Knowledge and b) this kind of stuff never happened as most people respected his space due to his presence plus c) he was always tuned into his environment. These three factors, alone, tend to create a prophecy that is Self fulfilling as it shows the world you are present and this changes the interaction as you are the cause of this projection. In this case, he recalls, he felt bewitched by her presence as it bought a lot of what he thought he was seeking and the conversation such seemed to flow with such ease that he felt he might’ve just stepped in some deep smit. That was until the drunk stockbrocker came careening in and broke the entrancement before it could stick. Now, lets break down the symbolism here:
We have a man who works in the business of dream selling and manipulation engaging his whims with a marker of the rich and he was complaining that it didn’t do what it says on the tin due a crucial element, missing. Take these variables, along with the rude awakening for one gazing in the eyes of an urban princess who had decided she couldn’t catch a big fish in her local pond where the scum swims and had moved to the big city instead and lived in a shoebox apartment with the explicit intent of making the most of her looks before she was left on the shelf as none of the men from where she springs could deliver upon the promise of a life of indolent bliss. He, of course, didn’t know that at the time but due to the nudge and wink provided by the times he kept this in mind and thus remembered the resonance of their first meeting and choose not to commit with a sense of feeling most intense even though his friends, generally, thought she was most spiffing and worthy of engagement. As time did progress and she wanted more investment a different visage revealed itself even though he’d said, off rip, that he wasn’t interested in anything serious and was quite fond of playing it by ear to see how it went. She ripped his place to shreds and vented an immense amount of rage about the months, six and ten, she’d spent warming his bed and generally presenting the image of a great hostess who would be the perfect recipient of his last name, a wedding ring and such things.
“Luckily for me I’d actually started paying attention to what kicks instead of walking through life with a numb ignorance because it certainly appears she was sent as a test. I have to admit though” he added. “I was quite skeptical, initially, as I wanted to buy what she was selling so badly but the fact that I’ve never, ever had anyone – poor or rich – act like that guy did with his drink made me suspect that the label and content of what was present may be different than whats said. This allowed me to reign it in and there were certain small tells I noticed, off rip, that told me she was eyeing up the best nest and feathers therein. I asked her what made her move to the capital and she said she was temping whilst trying to follow her dreams of making it in the art scene. Thing is I never saw her sling any ink, make a sculpture or any of what you’d expect beyond painting her nails. Ordinarily I’d have wrote this off due to her having a small apartment but if its in you, its in you. You can’t suppress it ergo you’d expect some doodles on the countless pads I left around the place or comments upon my own ink spills I did whilst in conversation on the phone with clients. That was just one thing. It was subtle but it also yelled as she was really, really good at image selling as it felt like she could tap in to what I expected and become just this. The sex was amazing. Until she revealed the vengeful bish underneath who she had been trying hard to suppress her true feels as the rage of sixteen months investment came screaming to the surface. Dodged a bullet there, my friend. Crazy bish!” he added, laughing.
The above is actually way more common than most suspect but they do not spot what is going on around them. From the girl who was all shook up that her man was banging any bit of trim he could get who clicked that they met in the park and he commented on the dogs, copulating, and how they gave not a F about having the same thing before smoothly segueing into a comment about her shapely rear end. At the time she thought his wit was flirtatious, puerile and quite endearing as well. Afterwards, through eyes rimmed red, it all made a lot of sense as the signs and symbols are always speaking but who is truly listening in a world of the spiritually deaf whose ears are closed to the lips of wisdom thanks to their own ignorance? If they were they would click that having sex with robots is inevitable considering they’ve been trained to “turn on” tech by using a symbol which is not at all subtle in what it says:
Or how Siri (flip it) intends to sit in their iris as the apple of their eye with augmented vision or how this logo, once bitten, hints that something did kick to take it from the Best of the Worst to the Darkening, back when, so now people will cling to false illumination like a drowning man a brick but that is a deeper topic. Are you listening? Like I said, practical metaphysics that may just save your skin or another one of the benefits of upping your res aka doing the Knowledge as you start noticing the blips that other miss and, after a while, a different pic emerges that makes you question everything about what it means to wear flesh in a realm where the base totality of your reality is strolling around on a planet (possible only by ludicrously tight tolerance levels) that floats through the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance and a whole host of rocks (that the ancients swore were sentient) are doing their own dance with orbits and myths that are mentioned from now to back when and into the future as well hence why BlackRock own everything and you, at this moment, are using the same frame via a screen that was repped in Kubrick’s flick as turning out the space chimps who went from head cracking to getting caught lacking by HAL doing his thing which, in the end, is just IBM with a flip who, along with Porsche, Coca Cola, Hugo Boss and Coco Chanel herself, ensured the Third Reich handled its biz whilst looking slick in the process and this brings us to the Swastika which once meant something different and, yet again, refers to what is overhead but missed by so many decoding low res as they accept the narrative that says “Run the treadmill till death to win!” without questioning the intent that furnishes this into their heads and how they cannot be the voice, talking, when they are obviously the one listening who is eternal – from one life to the next, awake or dreaming in bed and any other variables you can imagine…
It is worth noting, with wry grin, that World War One did commence on the day mentioned in links with not buying metal due to the potential for violence and thus, the old ways were proven correct. If nothing else its quite interesting to up your res as you spot all types of things others are trained to miss as, below the neck, you take in billions of bits of information per second but the voice in your head filters all of this and picks 8, at best, that it stitches into a familiar narrative of what it expects to see hence why optical illusions are readily perceived as fact to all but those the mental health system can’t wait to dose with depot injections in their rear ends for daring to question the Emperors apparent state of dress and that, in and of itself, provides an immense hint about this particular stage of the Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits but, as always, don’t believe a thing I’ve said. Matter of fact, I challenge you to prove the opposite. Thats how you truly up your res and gain strong opinions, loosely held that are constantly refined as data pours in and, sometimes, totally flipped as you chip away at your ignorance and admit you know nothing as you strive toward the next revelation…
At least, thats how I live it. Its up to you how you kick it as the potential is present for those who are willing to do the Knowledge aka the 8% who recollect the chosen choose themselves. Comprehend, my friend, that a preequisite to this is becoming Centered in Self then, from whence, you expand in all directions at the same instance meaning that this isn’t a one and done thing but a living, breathing process in which you are constantly progressing due to the dedication of effort, attention and intention as its easy to slide downhill but some of us choose to paddle upstream instead. I really am going to have to make a vid about the tractional application and steps required to attain this as kicking parables is one thing but practical metaphysics are a whole never level of innerstanding, ya dig?
There was suddenly a huge uprising across the planet in which everyones sexual repressions etc where all instantly lifted. That means there are no more hang ups, rigid preferences or stress. We become, in effect, like the Bonobos who use bumping and grinding as a way to make new friends or old amends. As you can imagine what we generally know of as monogamous relationships would be quite different as well as loads of knock on effects that most cannot even comprehend yet. Lets say that, in amongst all of this, there was around 8% that just couldn’t let go of their programming and way of seeing the world as it is. Well, was. It shifted, remember? How do you think it would feel for them? Better yet, lets pretend its you in this situation and you find this immense influx of free flowing sexual energetics in which everyone belongs to everyone else and its seen with as much emotional investment as releasing excrement after you’ve ate food to live. A completely natural process. Pleasurable, but not special. There is, as you’d expect, fast food and gourmet sex but its all nourishment in the end. Basically, people are now dealing with the raw energetics of the flesh and what presents versus the story which filters through their head and tells them what to expect and how it is as it aims to keep immense swathes of tension at bay and out of their awareness as they put on a performance they want ranked out of ten to tell them how to feel about themselves. How does that seem? A part of you may wish to release and fall in but another, larger aspect, is scared stiff. Ironic, as you’ll click, for all energy is creative in the end, during and beginning. But thats a deeper topic.
Take the above and flip it so that its not a case of going from tension to freedom but from genuine perception to the inauthentic and you have the plight of the ancient and modern schizophrenic aka a man out of sync with the resonance the Game transmits on this stage. Back in the days these folks were acclaimed as the Shamans, Seers and Sages of the age who pushed the pen (and spiritual envelope as well) to manifest what we’d call miracles. If you’re wondering why nothing special happens these days in comparison to even recent history that had a smattering of people making predictions or, like Van Gogh, so subtly attuned to the lifes electromagnetic currents that he painted the background cosmic radiation into his images which most rejected but modern science attests is correct then you can thank the other aspect of the Industrial Revolution which made beasts out of men:
The pharmacratic inquisition aka you will take your pills and feel nothing. Its why I can, with a confidence quite correct, be certain that within a decade or three you’ll see an immense belt of suicides among those on long term depressives. Scientists (who can tell you what Pharaoh ate for breakfast) will be “baffled as to whats causing it” but then, right on cue, a miraculous cure will be found and people will, once again, be discontent with what what happens inside their awareness as they use pills and potions to tamp it. What you will be seeing, my friend, is the same old schizo scripts in a new dress. They may have a new molecular bind or different spin but, at their base, they will be anti-psychotics hence why the Warrior says that a breakdown could actually be a breakthrough to higher consciousness as sometimes its the cracked gourd that lets pour what was always hidden via the steady influx of the System which is designed to pimp men from the moment they step into the flesh till they’re beyond this realm and being prepped for a reskin with free mindwipe thrown in. To all still reading I ask:
How can you be the voice in your head when you are that which listens?
Puppets on a string hate to admit the illusion that fools them much like the new fish on the block running an internal OS way different to stock now takes in the seas he swam in previously with a far greater level of fidelity so his peers say:
“He’s off his meds. Did you hear what he said? Got abducted by something called a “Human” that kept him in his room and fed him but, get this, he says something called “water” exists and ours is different hence we’re all tripping and seeing things that don’t exist beyond a collective hallucination we take personal. I don’t know about you but that accordion playing unicyclist has been over there since I was a kid”.
The other nods his head and if this mystic fish should press and ask how the F they even know what that is and means or, better yet, how many have actually went over to touch it and reality test? They’d look at him with scorn as they believe the lies their eyes tell, the story in their head and their own version of the treadmill they’re busy running. If he took it upon himself to push the limits he’d find its not welcome as he comes face to faceless with a glass maze erected in the ocean of their minds and then he’d draw his own conclusions which, no doubt, would have some of them thinking he needs a tinfoil turban.
And yet, from our lens, we see a river next to a factory which dumps in toxic overspill and the glass maze in question is the remnants of a huge statue which did deign to sink, back when, as an earthquake did its thing. To them it was “out of sight, out of mind” but the fish who were born into this learned to move around it as its limits were initially invisible and hurt like hell when they bumped against it but, eventually, they became well trained to that which they don’t comprehend and thats when the trips kicked in. You know the rest, yes?
Life on Earth is pretty much like this and the schizos, back when, were the equivalent of canaries in the mines when it comes to collective consciousness and how it was about to dip into a lens that was totally material. Remember, the Shamans excelled at mastering the senses and haven’t you thought it strange that every single culture on the planet has tales of invisible things that toted some pretty fantastic skills that they evidently believed in like they’d seen them and dealt as well? Handy as we see the upswing in aliens at present as some believe they built the ancient edifices modern science says were mere temples or homes for the dead (even though they encode immense amounts of information about the planet, its size, orbit and the rest) plus they won’t even get into whats sunk in the ocean or resting under the ice caps which, once upon a when, were the original fertile crescent hence why they sell and tell Santa Claus instead or, when flipped, why the Devil has a trident and what it truly meant, back when.
See the Game cheats. It recycles and that is why the gods of one age become evil on the next spin as the forces at the helm need you to believe in their particular form of BS as its the wavelength they send to those tuning in to this session they’re broadcasting. Always has been, always will because only in the age that is golden is man intuitively one with everything as they comprehend higher dimensional consciousness that could, potentially, dip in resonance to become the equivalent of Flatland where the people doth trip in order to keep their immense wavelength locked in to such a low rate of oscillation whilst being scared of death who, in the end, simply reminds them to recollect what they were made to forget:
That they are immortal. An aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one made flesh who currently swims in seas, Adulterated, with hallucinogens pumped in to keep them numb and at a distance as they pretend the maze of of modern civ the Industrial Revolution did erect with the intent, back when, of making machines of men and this dream, at present, is about to be realized, real quick, as Siri slides into your iris and makes you the apple of her eye, augmented, as Techno Sapiens enter via stage left for the next level of this Game we all play by using our Souls as credits which are then filled with the tales we tell, sell and accept as Self evident when, in reality, they’re simply relative to our current level of ignorance hence why you’ll hear me say, time and again:
Newsflash skip, it won’t. Nothing changes till you do hence do the Knowledge, reality test and prove me incorrect because, as far as I can tell, what I’ve sketched above is around 81% accurate and that is always a work in progress due to my strong opinions, loosely held. If something new comes in that flips it on its head then best believe I’m walking on my palms for a minute to comprehend and make sense of the old arrangement in light of new information. Then we do it all again aka upping your res. All of that said, I shall repeat the question and see if you decode the Matrix on a different wavelength this spin:
How can you be the voice in your head when you are that which listens?
I will say now there is a very valid reason that most will not want to do this as they are perfectly content in their velvet lined rut of ignorance as they live lives of quiet desperation that play out just as they expect even though they’re bored to death and super stressed with the hand thats dealt. Not everyone is capable of awakening the Warrior within on this spin and there are dangers to deprogramming that I would be remiss not to mention as this is a solo quest into the depths of ignorance and who knows what we may find within but one thing I can attest, for certain, is this:
You have heard the old adage that we only use ten percent of our brain, yes? Well, that (like a lot of artful deceptions in this realm) is only partially correct. A better way of stating is you don’t actualize ninety percent of your potent aka Inner Sense. That is what the voice in your head is busy obscuring (and the predator of consciousness is syphoning) but getting back to this place means coming face to faceless with a whole load of things most would rather die than admit and that is why the caged bird sings as people soothe their ills with coping mechs designed to hide the stress that they know there is a maze in the ocean and they dimly recollect a time when their vision wasn’t swimming with illusions as they stroll around a planet that is strewn with myths and legends that state we class as the peak of civilization is actually the dregs and we, individual and collective, are languishing at depths which is why the best left and this is what you get hence why reality is currently the definition of insanity, and yet, those who see this are classed as outsane which is why you should read this all back again as you decode the waves I’m surfing and increase your res.
And yet, this is how its supposed to be. The pedigree of tyranny is so ancient on this planet and so miscomprehended that it makes me wonder about the intent behind this creation and that unfolds a whole different spiral of consciousness as one starts to examine their relationship to the node along with their propagation of the thinking due to their implicit acceptance. We all want to get ahead, have shiny things, command respect and be seen as something special. This is actually the wounded child within that wants nothing else from its parents than to be Witnessed and encouraged. None of us get this. At least, not as we wish. The lack creates a schism that is then exploited and filled with all kinds of isms and the (false) self pops into existence to take over your incarnation and its so convincing with its rhetoric that you think you’re it.
Its like sliding into a dream and then forgetting your real existence as the one dozing because the images are so strong and vivid. In that respect I rose from this slumber and the true nature of the Game is horrifying. And yet, its all as intended. That obviously means I’m missing something at the moment that needs a greater perspective and this state of perfection is toward what I’m striving but its such a wild predicament that it can be entirely tempting to wish to be plugged in again. Except, that can’t happen. Its impossible, my friend. Once a mind has been expanded it never shrinks back to its original limits and thus if you’re going through hell the best advice you’ll get is keep going.
Thats what nearly got me killed previously because by doing this I veered off the script and that was corrected via the power of sex, drugs and hypnosis. Told you you’re sleep walking and that moment for me was my initiation into the Game as its most basic and advanced levels as I had to sink to the depths in order to ascend. Where am I now? Somewhere near a state of equilibrium. Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate it but click that pretty much all of everything you take for granted was, for me, never an option and the things that I can do may seem like fairytales or pure made up fantasy but that is the way it is because this realm constantly recycles the same elements ergo if you are served eight entrees then don’t expect a main meal or even your just desserts. Much like the term suggests I’m perched at the entrance to this realm and thus am in but not of the entire human experience which affords a different perspective as my Soul extends from higher dimensions.
The sheer levels of information, the bioluminescent sparks from within and the datastream we swim in as we interact with others is entirely dizzying. This is what I intuit the autistic person clicks as they are not numb, as most said, but actually hypersensitive to whats going on inside them. Imagine being hit with a flashbang of emotion each time you blinked that whited out your vision and made your ears ring and you’ll have a pretty accurate perspective of whats happening to them as they decode their personal wavelength. On the flip if humanity hadn’t been dragged down to the lowest and most basic depths we’d feelsee what we miss and the answers would be obvious because we’d start asking the right questions. Of course, like schizos, its not a one size fits all thing because the medical establishment really enjoys labelling problems and pushing pills to manage symptoms whilst ignoring the underlying cause but, remember, exactly as intended. Here is where it gets interesting:
You can choose whether or not you wish to be in resonance with this. Sure, it may cost you everything and others may see you as turning your back on them but liberation is intensely personal and spiritual development is a solo sport at its essence. What happens when you get there? At some point you’ll stop, look back and think:
Yeah, it sure is strange but the Warriors way can be defined in a simple statement:
Its about paddling upstream in a downhill world because thats where you feel you belong and you’ll do whatever it takes to ascend as the rest are quite content to sink to the depths of ignorance. Granted not only does the sea of other people get in the way but so do all of the obstacles they create that keeps them in that lane. Along the way there are bears who sit there and wait for just such a knave to come their way as they, the kings and queens celebrate their place and set the pace for those who congregate and have no idea why royals in reverse reveals their true aim. The last thing they expect is an Ace because at that point the charade they played is over because they know, he’ll go his own way because he’s not in phase with this crooked world and its ways. This, of course they hate because there are a few he meets on his way who have often thought the same way but never had the courage to about face and see what lies if they brace themselves against the current and go where their Inner Sense takes them. Most are worried and scared about not only the world out there but the one within and are so desperate to fit in that they’ll acquiesce and give into the whims of others who know less than them and then reason it off with “Eh, its all sink or swim and its not my problem so lets see where we’re heading”. Right into a whirlwind of ignorance like lemmings and a cliff which is what they intend but by then its too late for those who drift through a vapid existence filled with endless distractions because they never once stopped to think aka Know the Ledge:
Paddling upstream in a downhill world thats two stops removed from hell because even if the devil were to stroll in from the wings and say “Surprise!” they still wouldn’t believe him or the truth about this realm because the programming that was poured in which said “Swim, little fish, swim and then at the end you’ll get a helping of the best you’ve never had and won’t you be so glad that you listened to what we said?”. The horse in animal farm believed the same thing. Right up until the pigs turned him into glue sticks but by then it was too late hence:
Paddling upstream in downhill world because thats where my Inner Sense says I’ll find what I’m seeking since I first started questioning the narrative, back when that led to the lightshow of sperm and egg on this spin aka rendering the the in, visible. See, thats the real big bang as we are everything and thus you observe the invisible rendered visible as it dips in resonance (much like we only decode a tiny slice of the EM spectrum and mistake our delusion for clear vision) like a cloud overhead that rains and falls before being frozen as a sentient snowman who thinks:
“I am this form, this shape and limits. We accept the ways of the holy coal and then the spirited carrot comes next. Death to the infidels who choose to do the opposite with their weird rituals and such things. They are all together wicked and the world will be better once we kill them as he hath favored our undertakings!”.
Kind of foolish when seen from the view of true sentience, yes? Hence paddling upstream in a downhill world, my friend. Getting back to how you ended up here with flesh wrapped around unfinite sentience:
The embryo shifts and resonates through all kinds of shapes before finally settling on the image in which man is made. But, we’ve been trained to see only one end of the scale as it carries a heavy weight and that is what the illusory yet sensate world creates. On the other end of this is what never dips in its ascent even though it sees so well this realm as this is the higher aspect of your Self that makes it all happen. Think of it like this:
Imagine a glove puppet gained sentience and had enough forbearance and presence to examine his circumstance it would quickly intuit that there is something within which commands its motions and extends far beyond where it ends which would leave it quite perplexed. If it turned, on the other hand, to its friend in the show and said “Are you sure we’re independent and not controlled by a something else?” you can be sure his reply would fit in the shape of this sentence:
“Why can’t you just go with the flow? Why do you always have to go against the grain and drive everyone insane?”. See, the thing is people hate anything that threatens the way they’ve been taught to Thunk it is because the mind virus which infects the living releases antibodies which kill peoples Spiritual Immune Systems and that (in this sense) means that which extends beyond the physical realm and thus they are puppets of their own ignorance and how they choose to spend their attention ergo free thought is a threat for those who can’t afford to pay attention as it swiftly brings in the puppet strings that have them, their friends, family and kids, dancing.
The nature of the program is that most will accept the script they are handed and its solidified before they hit ten laps around the sun. For many, thats it – they’re done. After that they’re merely painting the door or changing the fence as to knock down the building and examine upon what its been built comes as an immense threat to themselves, their parents and heritage as “This is what they did and who am I to question it?” – even if they, themselves, are totally miserable, dripping in coping mechanisms and generally hate every facet of their existence. This is the power of learned helplessness aka why tazed dogs sit in a cage they could escape, if they wished. Such is the power of conditioning, my friend. For some the reason why they were legally forced to spend nearly two decades sitting still and looking ahead as they regurgitate what another said on the test for praise and acumen starts to make sense. For others I’m simply singing to the deaf. 81/11/8. Get in where you fit in as class is in session:
They are shackled up alone within the bars of their Mind Made Prison but they refuse to accept the truth because of the implications therein (and lack of examination) so the go with flow, content in the misery of fitting in and taking what little reprieve they can get as they’re watched over by the queen and king who look at the joker and grin as he is the one who bought them in to this realm with the tricks he excels in. After why do you think the circus has three rings and some people find clowns so terrifying? Could it be the link with the machine elves people said they’ve Witnessed when under the influence of a trip and, inadvertently, set a trap that others can’t wait to fall in as it never seems to click that get what you expect, in and out of the flesh as its an entirely mental realm and I mean that in both senses of the word which is why intent is the high card in the deck and one you can play everywhen as it can take you where you wish as long as you know exactly what you’re asking.
And that, in a nutshell, is the problem, See, people have little trust for themselves and yet are implicitly believing that voice in their head. So much so that they forget that there was a time when it wasn’t present and instead there were fresh tactile signals, waves of emotion and other blips that washed and coursed throughout their awareness which was totally fresh, each moment, and constantly changing. Then it became stagnant aka Adulteration. You were cut off from lifes inherent radiance so they could send you a light bill instead and thats the whole “Head in rear end” thing as it took the first, single digit, stretch to ensure you were artfully broken and the next chunk prepped you to run the treadmill and what comes next is as you expect for most just accept what they said without ever stropping to check the intent. Madness, isn’t it?
The truth of this is Self evident as its why babies cry in the presence of those who are dark within, no matter how much they try and grin as they fawn over them. They feel what consumes the other as a threat to their resonance and make their presence felt via their yelps and cries for attention. There is a much deeper level to this which is a Bright and Dark Souls thing which hints at the true problem of why the wounded womb hurts the seeds it brings in but that is another topic. Up until about three to six you’ll note the glow starts to dim and after that it progresses at a rate, exponential, as they fall for the spells and rights of cursive along with countless other rituals the king and queen wave over their Slaves to ensure they never click the true nature of the grift. Then comes the Ace aka one who has awakened the Warrior within. They are often classed using words like “Difficult, just won’t listen, thinks he knows everything and refuses to settle” as their school report often says:
“Is intelligent but far too easily distracted and frequently disruptive” ranging to “Is a a flat out menace who all the teachers detest and can’t wait to teach him a lesson“. This is the same reason you find that those who progress more and more in the realm academic tend to become equally rigid in their mindsets which is something echoed in plenty of sub Reddits where people constantly gaslight each other into the reality tunnels they accepted, back when, even if it makes them miserable. Something something company thats kept etc etc, yes?
Its all an elaborate trick but you already knew this and yet most won’t admit it to their Self because of the implicit threat that it brings to the predator of consciousness who actually sits at the helm and controls their actions in, and beyond, this realm because its via your tacit investment and acceptance of its illusions that you’ll get reskinned and then, join the rest. Paddling downstream takes no effort. Heck, they even reward you for it but what if the contraption they spent nearly two decades training you to handle isn’t your friend and is part of the problem? I’m speaking about your internal OS, my friend, as there was a time when people leapt into the currents of consciousness and felt the waves against their skin as they learned to swim and, eventually, they built boats for their own amusement to go on further treks as a collective but this imperative was flipped then pimped into the modern social thing which is, currently, being razed to the ground so they can rebuild man in the image of Techno Sapiens hence why now, more than ever, it would behoove one to get paddling upstream in a downhill world because once people start sexing robots (which they will) then its a wrap for finding the exit as they’ll slow the process of death by extending the teleomere limit and all types of tricks so that voice in your head extends its reign and we become localized biocircuits in a global web which descends from another realm with an intent most dare not comprehend aka the arm in your rear end that made you its puppet, back when.
I share this in the hope that something clicks and you’re inspired to think whilst its still an option because once that new and improved wetware kicks in via low level augmentation of your thought process its a wrap for those plugged in as the kings, queens and jokers will seem invisible whilst everyone belongs to everyone else instead and the Ace will be, stealthily, removed from the deck as people will be born well adjusted to the System and what it says. And yet, even then, there are those who will find ways to get around all of this because the thing with the Warrior within is he is akin to a concrete rose that cracks the pavement to announce his presence and thus people cannot help but pay attention as it awakens something powerful and primal within them that, currently, is hidden beneath layers upon layers of conditioning, willful ignorance and as many coping mechanisms as they can handle.
Some coals had no chance but become diamonds. You could say its why I push the pen as I’m built for this. You may be as well, my friend, and capable of even more than you expect but unless you start paddling upstream and daring to go against the grain then who can tell what gifts lie within? What, actually, keeps you in the grip of a life unexamined beyond the voice in your head, the inertia it begets and a near total ignorance of what kicks beneath the surface as they, handily, never mentioned such things on the official syllabus where you spent nearly two decades learning how to be well adjusted to such immense social sickness that it becomes invisible to the fish who are now acclimatized to the hallucinogenic toxin that is pumped into their environment and they accept as natural when it clearly isn’t.
Do the Knowledge, my friend. If not for nothing else then to prove my view incorrect as I’m ready to hear you on FM.
In a world of sixty second abs and whatever quick fix the System pimps the ability to indure in most people is severely underrepresented which is why it forms the basis of the Warriors mindset. Simply put there is no other way for the coal to become a diamond or for man to morph into alchemist because, in the end, this life is built upon information and that is always open to interpretation hence the there are no accidents, only opportunities mindset.
A man said that when you’re going through hell, keep going and that advice is a relevant now as it was, back when as nothing changed on this stage but the way one engages with ignorance as at the start of this crest there were those who questioned the narrative and caught what was happening. Of course they were put to death and their methods struck from the record as the first rule of business is one must protect their investment and, in terms of the predator class, that is human ignorance of the real sketch and how it relates to incarnation on this planet. In many ways life as it stands present a test of resolve for ones who dare awaken the Warrior within to glimpse the truth in times of near universal deception. Maybe thats just my way of playing the Game? Your mileage could, and should, vary but Know this:
This is the fruit that springs from the orchard of wisdom I’ve termed Doing the Knowledge as it forces one to reality test and then you can expect the Game (and those plugged in) to enact their scripts to prevent this gnosis hence why lunatics fill insane asylums and all sing the same hymn but none connect the dots which they’ve linked to generate a cogent narrative about what may be happening in the dark recesses of their mind and Spirit. If you trust a liar who is to blame, in the end? I’d say your Self as there is a perverse kind of pleasure involved in all of this hence my suggestion of changing your mode of relation by examining the energetics. Don’t spend too long with this as it too can devolve into mere navel gazing as action without traction is akin to spiritual masturbation in that sense.
For the Warrior this is not living but subsisting as they comprehend the coherence of the consciousness that extends from beyond this realm and is filtered, split then rearranged before being dressed in the threads of its parents combined heritage to manifest the vehicle they use to interact with the planet and thus to overly identify with it means you’re peering through the microscope and missing the tele effect that can lead one to intuit and open the third eye that sits in the mid and sees, perfect. These are some of the gifts that come to the coal who becomes a diamond. Along the way you can expect to disconnect from a lot of long term friends, family and partnerships because you may just come to view them different. At least, that is how it was for me. Your mileage could lead someplace else as I have seen others who, once awakened, lift the ship of their kindred spirits and that is a beautiful thing but there is a good reason why Jesus chilled with the drunks, whores and pimps in the tavern as they were the only ones willing to admit their suffering and listen to what he said as the rest were too well adjusted to the lives they accept. That and the “Who are you to tell me anything? I’ve known you since you were a kid!” means they can’t see past their own preconceptions mixed in with the fact that your evolution signals they are remaining stagnant.
Its a cold world out there, my friend, hence Self development is a solo sport but the ironic thing is that you, literally, become one with everything and can’t help but feel an immense sense of empathy for them as they are nothing more (or less) than projections of your consciousness here to help you get to where you were destined so don’t hate, congratulate as you take the steps on the Path you create by walking as all Warriors master their energetics and thus turn the coals of potential problems into diamonds of actualized greatness as they comprehend the Game plays out inside their awareness.
Its a very, very elegant trick because, as I’ve mentioned before, those who place these false idols who are artificially elevated humans given the names of “star” are actually treat like rats by the team behind them as they say “We pulled you from the gutter where you were nothing and gave you all of this”. Everyone is pulled by various strings in this realm and the ones behind the curtains know the oldest tricks because they pushed the pen when they wrote the book. Its why they’re as ancient as they are effective because the basic psychodrama of the human experience rarely shifts. In that respect all stories are but one story:
Yes, there most definitely is. In many ways these whims were trained out of you as a kid because the nature of the System is to create obedient Slaves that are so well adjusted to their programming that they don’t question what “second nature” keeps hidden. That is your primal instinct. I call it Inner Sense and this is the reason why pretty much all children step into this realm with the wish to do it big and make something of themselves and instead become just like their parents. In that respect society as it stands at the present moment is a perfect reflection of most peoples inner realms so the fragmentation and conflict combined with an immense appetite for distraction ensures many will trudge from the cradle to the grave without ever truly discovering their purpose.
Not for nothing was it said that there are two very important moments in the flesh and they are when you were born and when you find out the reason. This is your calling. Let me give you an example:
In every group there is a standout. The one that garners the most attention. They usually have a friend they call best because their personalities sync or they’ve been together since kindergarten. Resonance is very important but it can also be a destructive mistress because those who gather around this beacon do so as a form of energetic syphoning and to feel better about themselves via the association. This is actually the same Game that is played out when it comes to those who are draped from head to toe in expensive brands and constantly flaunt their status symbols as they are actually giving away their power to someone else. Stop and think, would a designer wear your name across his chest and be proud of it? Obviously not, there is something else at play that remains unexamined.
She was in her early twenties when we met as I knew her mother best and the bobo that we kicked was often repeated at home as they sat and talked about their day. “I’ve got to meet him” she said. So she did. She was direct like that and this is what her friends found so attractive because she oozed confidence without having to flaunt it or do things that screamed for attention. That itself is very, very seductive because a rising tide lifts all ships ergo those who floated in her wake found themselves feeling better about themselves because she was very nurturing and had an immense sense of loyalty as well. Great traits, yes? Sure, but they are also quite destructive when it comes to Self realization as you tend to become an aggregate of those you spend most time with.
One day we’re talking and she said she was going to drop out of college and get a job instead. Her mother was dead against it because she knew she was smart as a whip and wanted more from her youngest daughter than wage slaving in the corporates but all her friends were doing it and they had so much more money to spend. My intuition had picked up on her state of abundance as well as the way she nurtured them and I said “Why do I get the feeling you’d make an excellent medical professional?”. Her jaw dropped as this was something she’d never mentioned but, ever since her childhood, she’d been fascinated with this field and its what she most wanted. Thing is all of her friends were a bit dim in comparison and couldn’t see the bigger pic that comes from investing in your Self at a young age in order to reap higher dividends at a later stage of the Game.
The words and emotions poured out of her as she pointed out the sync because her mother and father had said the same thing. “When three people independently point out a trait or skill that would be perfect its usually a hint that you should develop it“. She nodded her head in agreement as she could see the logic. “But med school takes ages” she’d lament as she balanced her options. “Look, do you know why they all hang around you? Its not because your parents give you the most freedom and let them come over to their home whenever they wish. Its because they secretly want to be you but will never admit it”. She protested and started to reel off a list of things she liked about them but when pressed to examine which way the scales tipped in terms of giving and taking the truth became obvious. Secretly she enjoyed the power and dominance her presence gives as the center of attention but used what they projected to shower them with nurturing. Pretty much the opposite of these celebs most people worship as whilst they hang on their every words and image they themselves couldn’t care less about the nameless and faceless as long as they keep paying to see them handle their business.
I sketched out her future using a stack of coins and said “Imagine you get a freshly minted pound coin every day. As you currently live a life that is partially focused your investment for a month looks like this“. I made a pile of ten coins that were doubled and took the other twenty off the desk. “In comparison their lives are like this” as I left five that were singles and randomly spread. “That is the price you pay for a lack of dedication. Now, lets pretend for a moment that you spent every waking moment focused on one goal, one task, one intent. Then it would look like this” pointing at thirty coins stacked end to end that were towering over the handful that were spread. Her eyes got big as the message hit its intended target. “Now, by the power of compounding can you imagine the vantage you’d envision if you put the work in for a decade and change. Better yet lets think of the level your children would be born into in comparison with what you’ll get running round with these skets who base their entire worth and value on whats between their legs as there is nothing in their heads”.
“Thats pretty harsh” she said, quick to run to their defense, but I could tell that was just an old habit because the example was so visceral. “Within five years, tops, they’ll be single mothers complaining about their ex, stuck in jobs which are dead ends and you, you’ll be right there with them but way more miserable because you know, deep down within, you are capable of far, far greater things. The question is, how badly do you want it?”. I gave her an example of a local girl turned celeb that they all worshipped because she came from the same environment and made it to the A List. “Do you think she wasted even a moment that deviated her from her goal or spent time with people that weren’t in alignment with her thinking to actualize her potential? Of course she didn’t. Thats why she made it. I can see your skills. The saddest part is you can as well but we’re in an environment that doesn’t encourage anyone to think big, lest they rise above their station, because they’re perfectly content with the discontent of being just another pleb”.
She had nothing to say in response to this. What do you think happened next? Thats right, she quit. See, we only spoke on the here and there because, nine times out of ten, she was with her friends and they simply weren’t capable of comprehending these type of things because they lived for the weekend and as many free drinks as they could get from the boys thirsting after them. “Beauty fades. Brains are eternal and the choices we make now have immense consequences” I said, pointing at the stack of coins on the desk. “You know, this is why I like talking to you. You get it”. “And they don’t. How often do you have to dumb your Self down in order to fit in with them? Haven’t you ever asked them why they constantly recycle the same handful of topics, again and again, as they fawn over celebs that live as they wished. You are far, far more capable than all of them put together and they are, in effect, leeching your potential because each time you misspend that pound of attention you were gifted with to uplift them you’re actually preventing your Self from reaching your true potential”.
“Thats really depressing” she emoted with a slight shake of her head. And yet the message had rang loud and clear like a bell. For a few months she kept up the steam and focused more on her studies than them but they complained about her distance and how she seemed to have no time for them. End result? She dropped out and grew to become just like them, much to the chagrin of her parents. You can lead em to water but you can’t make em think if they continually sink back into the resonance of what makes them comfortable because excellence happens in isolation.
This is the secret reason why people are fascinated with these false idols as they get to feel a little bit of them reflects in their image as they emulate their way of talking, thinking and dress. All surface level approximations of one who is, fundamentally, inauthentic. The entire celeb worship thing is a huge coping mechanism that works really well due to the whole cult of personality thing that is the basis of all religions. Same script, different dress. Thats why it is so, so effective as its pretty much ingrained in the heads of all that plug in to the Matrix at this point in the Game.
Nothing is worse than unrealized potential because if you’ve got the voltage and waste it its far worse than one who never possessed it in the first place. A contrary example was this kid that lived down the street who had buck teeth and a sickly pallor to his skin. Nerd describes him best and the most attention he got at school was from the bigger kids bullying him so he spent a lot of his time in the digital realm which was where he felt at home with his peers as they all encouraged each other to excel. His talent was programming. Well, I use that word loosely as his skills weren’t earthshaking or amazing in any respect. Mediocre at best. What he did have was an abundance of dedication and a strong desire to win in one area of life that actually made him feel nice about himself.
“Look at this” he said as he drew my attention to an application he’d coded that was getting crazy hits as everyone downloaded it and complimented him on how wonderful it is because it made their life more simple. That really is it, isn’t it? We all crave convenience but how many are willing to invest in what it takes to create something that scratches an itch in the populace that no one else is serving? Not many.
Moral of the story is that this Self confessed geek struck it rich as he ended up moving to the capital after being headhunted for his skills and got to live a life of fulfillment. May have even got some of the suns rays on his pasty white skin and fixed his overbite as well once he’d generated the dividends. I can’t call it in that respect but do know that his timing was perfect because this was back when the iPhone was first getting traction and people with the right skills were printing money with their talents. The girl, in contrast, ended up a single parent that works shifts in a coffee bar because she gets to talk to people and uplift them with her nurturing spirit. Her friends come in on the reg to have a sip and chatter as well and that will be her life until she’s in the ground, dead. I say all of that to say this:
There are various versions of you that are awaiting activation. I’ve often impressed this upon the minds of those who’ll listen via the equivalent of saying their consciousness has gears that can shift and screaming around in first with the engine redlining in youth is testament to their ignorance and near total lack of Knowledge. The nerd got it. Mainly because he had no other options but intuitively gravitated to those just like him because they’d all be flexing their skills because only steel sharpens steel in the end hence if you’re the smartest in the room then there is your problem. Pushing the pen to share this I do wonder if she ever looks at the coins she’s counting at the end of the shift and considers the towering life she could’ve created because the mind is like water and will take the shape of whatever its poured in. Add into the mix that you become an aggregate of those you spend most time with along with the fact that the hood instills no sense of deferred gratification as the concept is so alien to those barely surviving and you’ll see why so many people are living lives of quiet desperation as the wackest version of themselves.
On the flip there was a lady who was in a similar predicament as she’d hit the wall in terms of looks and hated her predicament so started some nightschooling on top of her dead end job in the office. End result? Nothing insanely impressive or ground shaking but she ended up with a life that managed to play the cards she’d been dealt and squandered due to poor decisions and a lack of guidance into something that was far more rewarding as she retrained in a new profession that was far more in alignment with her true potential and thus escaped her default mode of programming by rewriting her OS.
This tale is exceedingly common, around the ends. Many are called but few choose themselves. For what, exactly, are you waiting to make it happen?
“I mean, realistically, what do you expect to get, gain or even meet from such a way of doing things? Are you waiting for the echoes to speak? There is nothing here. What was, isn’t. The best left and this is what you get. Then there is you, filled with illusions of what you Thunk it could’ve and should’ve been and, secretly, hope might be again. They drained the well. Salted the land as well. There is nothing left here for thee because if, by some chance, the echoes do start to speak I’d bet they sound exactly like those convos you’ve been having in your head since back when where you play both parts and imagine different ends”.
Have you ever seen someone murder their (false) self whilst their face portrays both sides of the spectrum? Well, the above conversation did just this. Good job she wasn’t a stranger to Self otherwise she may have flung herself off the windowsill but, you know me, I nurture life whilst preventing inopportune ends at the hands of ignorance.
In many ways we are all guilty of the above sentiment that was hit with a magic bullet in the only part of the convo I can share as this client requested a closed lid on her adventurings. So be it! But the whole “Waiting for the echoes to speak” part was so deep that I took it, planted the seed and it grew into what you’re about to read:
A long time ago, when boredom was still an option, you could often find your friend looking into the distance with a blank look on their face. If you observed closely before disturbing you may note that there is a slight glass eye effect in the sense that they are not really all too present. Matter of fact you could, if you wish, walk right by them, paying little attention and, to their mind, you may blend in with the rest. Then you might have sat off at a distance, angled, so you could pay heed to the details and here is where something fascinating happens. Whilst everything else was still there was obviously something happening within as there were very, very subtle movements around the neck. “Interesting” I said before rolling up, full tilt, and offering a penny for em. The answer, as you’d expect, was “Nothing” in response to what kicked in their head. “Time to imperiment!” I said.
Next time I got bored of staring at the back of peoples heads till they reacted I made up my mind to catch it in act instead of going along with it. Bear in mind that by this time I was outlining the basics of Knowing the Ledge without a true clue of what it meant beyond the curiosity of intuition. For example, have you ever tried to leverage the doors of perception that exist between wake and sleepiness? I’d lie there, in bed, trying to be aware of the chill and catch that moment for ages and ages. “Something is obviously happening and I want to know what it is” said that bright eyed and bushy tailed jit I was and is. Before adding. “Ya dig?”, with a grin. The Adulterated shook their heads in bemused amusement and went on with the business of living….
“So thats what it is!” I yelled as I leapt from my chair and sent it clattering against the wall of the class I was within. The teacher, exasperated, looked up and asked why I was so excited about the pop quiz assignment the rest were doing so well in. “Hm, oh. No, not that. I haven’t even looked at it. Sir, do you ever have conversations in your head in which you replay old bits but pretend different outcomes and you’re both of the people but act like this isn’t happening?“. Imagine that being said at a million miles an hour with the wide eyed innocence of a jit that, finally, caught an elusive subconscious act in the midst of doing what it does best. The class laughed, the teacher was irritated, I was ejected. “Thank you!” I said, with a grin, as that meant I could now stand there and think about it at length with no distractions. You know the odd thing? Absolutely nobody from the class ever, ever mentioned this and when pressed they refused to accept it even if I knew this is what they were all doing. Maybe they were embarrassed about what the potential retread may be saying about them or didn’t want to be thought of as mad by admitting they talked to themselves. Me? I didn’t have that problem. Me? I found it fascinating because I remembered, well, there was a time before this voice within did speak and I recollected its entrance and how it set up camp as well before becoming a seemingly standard practice.
What I was wondering was why it often picked things that were emotionally difficult, a problem or stressing to retread. I knew that changing the past was akin to scratching a reflection to soothe an itch but couldn’t, yet, figure out exactly what my mind was doing. It would take decades and decades to comprehend the true sketch of this initial incursion into the shadows depth as it was the (false) self shoring itself up. No wonder the rest didn’t want to admit it, eh? See, my hypothesis is like this:
There are multiple potential versions of you that can each dig their own reality tunnel. The past influences the future in that respect but memories are not solid. Far from it. See, each time you access on you’re actually recalling the recollection and not the event itself. This is why you can easily induce confabulation wherein you take people who went to Disney and ask them about meet Bugs Bunny and they’ll spontaneously whip up a memory that didn’t happen as the resources are already present. Same thing with a lot of the Mandela Effects but there is actually an immense underlying truth to this that has something to do with the web and what spins that I’ve obliquely hinted at elsewhen. What happens is the (false) self is, in effect, weaving together alternate echos from other events of a similar resonance like a braid of consciousness. This is why old people walk all stooped over as they’ve been doing it for ages. Its also why children give not a F about saying “Aunt Bunnie has a mustache!” and then refusing to kiss until they get whipped for being insolent. Its these “tricks” that allow the tailoring duo of Pinkus & Fuctus to get away with their confidence trick of the naked emperor who makes others just as fake as himself via the use of his influence. Deeper topic but you’re getting the sketch, yes?
Thats what the girl in question came face to faceless with and, once aware, she chose to no longer feed her energetics into this abyss that she felt should have ended different. Instead she stopped agonizing, left the pieces on the floor and moved on instead as she comprehended this was another one of the tricks used by the (false) self to keep itself at the helm of her consciousness and by looking backwards she was missing what life presented until it too had receded at which point she’d lament etc etc. You get it, yeah? Now, granted, there is an immense difference between mere reading this and feeling its effects as she’d been doing the Knowledge and thus was no stranger to Self ergo the above statement was simply icing on a cake she’d been busy whipping like an alchemist of ignorance who needed closure on events that were not forthcoming which was akin to walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge with a grin only to find the same things you previously rejected as boring. This is actually a very, very common coping mech. Like when you lose your keys and return to where you’ve already checked then yell “But they should be here!”. That is another way you can catch your brain in the act, if you will, as its only got a handful of tricks but then, thats all the best pimps needed as they’re backed with emotion.
