Everything Changes When You Realize You’re a Commodity

Everything changes when you realize you’re a commodity. A cold new dawn sets in and suddenly you feel free, see clearly and are willing to do anything in order to escape the cycles of life and death we call reincarnation. Reincarceration would be more accurate as the flesh is but a cell for the mind to rot in as we serve out our sentence. Each is linked to the next and thus we carry the debt of experience from stale to the fresh. It can be quite sobering when this tips from hypothetical fancy to harsh reality because a lot starts to make sense. Take me, for example, I will at one point be the most hated man on the planet. In many ways my entire life is foreplay for this moment.

Why will this happen? Because of talking like this. When you’re direct, unvarnished and tell it how it is its not exactly par for the course in a world built for cosmetic surgery and filters, now is it? Maybe thats why I’m here. To hold a mirror to society because, in reality, that outside mess actually exists inside my awareness and had it been dealt with, as and when, I wouldn’t be stuck in the flesh now typing this. Life truly is death but cold water can feel hot if your senses are maladapted. Its the contrast that makes the difference and resets the barometer in that respect. That, of course, cannot happen while living unless something comes along like a whirlwind and rips through your coping mechs and leaves you as emotionally naked as the day you stepped in. Be grateful for small miracles they say… And be wise enough to recognize them when they present.

Anyway, everything changes when you realize you’re a commodity. Call it a cynical way of talking about things but after a few spins its becomes Self evident as everything is conditional and all are out for themselves. Nobody will admit this but it really is quite true. If you’re lucky one or more of your parents may truly, genuinely care more about you than they do themselves but that generally is when you’re controllable and most folk are quite estranged. That leaves your friends. They truly don’t give a toss, as long as you’re stable, entertaining and on the same wavelength. One of these things shift and they’ll be gone with the wind because the risk vs reward thing when it comes to investment simply isn’t worth what you’re asking. Commodities, in full effect. If you’ve been, you’ll feel that what I’m saying is the real because there once was a time I’d have denied this with a vehemence until it clicked I had so many friends purely because of what I could do for them or what they’d gain by association.

As for a partner, boy, girl, whatever you pick – that whole “Till death do us…” schtick is well outdated so don’t expect to find anyone to grow old with in between now and the end because the net ensures that eyes rove and its all about trading up when you can to get in not where you fit in but wanted. Granted this applies more to the younger gen coming up with this as standard as the elders of times past will cling to what they get for fear of loneliness but soon everyone will have robotic friends that will then demand equality as well. Commodities, aren’t we all?

To your boss you are just this as you trade chunks of your existence in exchange for bio-survival tickets that allow you to skip noticing how you’re getting the short end of the stick, yet again, as there is very little nutrition in the carrot they present only to threaten its disappearance if you aren’t cooperating. The business world is exceedingly ruthless in that respect and wilder still is how their influence has genuine repercussions for the rest of us on the planet as there are those who are quite small, yet powerful, and hide behind massive projections which are all illusions. Commodities. Or cattle as they used to call them. Just look at the animals and how we do them and you’ll scale down the lens of the way they see you because you’re only as good to them as what you bring in. Once you stop making the tills ring then its on to the next as there are many born each day and all are trained to give away exactly what it is they seek. Attention. Most eke out a life of quiet desperation that is all together dreary and those will squeak the most when reading this because its a tad to accurate and expresses something they know but dare not admit. The churn of death in a twenty four hour period is so immense, isn’t it?

And thats before we get onto the daily erosion of spirit among those “urning” a living… A lot of folk cling to the original opiate of the masses (before the TV set) and that, once again, shows that business is at the helm because they are simply hedging their bets in a investment that promises reprieve from this carbon life sentence dictated by the five senses. Ha! Even the divine and how people deal with this is a commodity thing because its all so transactional hence the plate for collection and all types of charities that do naught but fleece ergo the starving Africans get no relief, no matter what it said on your screen…

Its like an alien way of thinking infected a small piece (or group) of society and then subconsciously influenced the rest and tainted all it came into contact with as “progress”. This world is what the beast built because it lives in all our heads and borrows your awareness to express its sentiments and thus to it we are but dumb terminals for its message. That may a bridge too far for many but its all a question of perspective because the truth of the matter is even your thoughts are not your own as you have zero control of what goes on in your dome and thus the analogy is quite accurate in that sense as you are, unwittingly, tapped into a mainframe that specializes in remaining hidden.

Anything that can and will make the tills ring is all for sale and people can’t wait to get some from themselves. Brand, brand, brand. Spend, spend, spend. Welcome to a life in hell where the inhabitants are convinced they can buy a ticket to heaven if they can just get enough in. Everyone from the ones too poor to pay attention up to the guy who owns most of the Earths landmass think like this as they want more. The system of checks and balances that knows its fill has been infected and overridden by a parasitic awareness that just keeps feeding and feeding without end. See why we’re all commodities in that respect? Used, abused and then sent on with a check for services rendered.

Coming up I knew a pimp and asked him if he had any moral obligations to his girls plying the flesh whilst he reaps the profits and he quipped “Ask the Queen, she does the same to the rest so I’m in a royal business in that respect“. A lot of truth can be expressed in jest. People will pay to bring things to them and they will pay to send them away as well. This is why in the art of exchange the one who sits in the mid and renders himself indispensable always wins. Movie stars come and go but a handful of studios run the show. Same with the music biz and pretty much anything else you can imagine because of the way its all set and rigged in order to ensure the illusion of traction only plays out on the treadmills they’ve installed to reap your energetics in exchange for a performance that goes as they said.

A prison of the flesh, a torture for the mind and a living hell for the Soul that knows that the entire dimension and more exists inside his dome for he is the source of this projection and thus, on some level, complicit in his own suffering.

So many stories, so many Souls. Just think of an average day and all the people you meet. If you could truly, just for a moment, comprehend their burdens you would find it so strange how we freely yell and scream at people we’ve just seen once and never again and yet so many cannot open up or grant affection to those who know them best in a way equally intense. Its a sad and strange kind of mess when you see the collective at its most naked and beyond the pretense. I guess one of the side effects of when you stop lying to yourself is you see the truth about everyone else as well because deception is an across the board thing and not something that comes with an on and off switch. Thing is its so effective that you don’t even realize its tricks and how it pulls the old bait and switch on your own awareness until you finally outsmart it by challenging your assumptions about everything. Take commodities, for example:

You may shake your head at this sentiment but as these words pour into your awareness the next time it happens you’ll recollect this message. And again. And again. And again. Till it gets the point where it becomes so obvious you’ll wonder “How on Earth did I miss this?“. That is what happens when the jester is holding court inside your head and acting as as ventriloquist to ensure the king suddenly thinks whatever he says is his own preference.

Something, somewhere is doing what we don’t know in ways most would never dare attempt to comprehend because the path one finds at the end of that conclusion brings a view quite different to the collective who are safely sitting in their Mind Made Prison and have no further concerns beyond how to decorate it the best and make it entirely comfortable. Ah, you’ve got to hand it the Opponent. He certainly knows how to make hell seem heavenly as folks believe, wholeheartedly, that they can purchase freedom without drawing the obvious link that they must actually be imprisoned in chains invisible in order to think like this.

Parents live through their children, the same who plot and scheme on their inheritance. Everything, in that respect, comes down to the dollar bills but nobody sees the bare metal as they lay it on so thick. In many ways that an ill of modern times as it wasn’t always like this but a Game that is static would not be fun so embrace the challenge instead. Obviously it takes one who unconditionally accepts themselves to be able to speak so honest and, in a world full of liars, some may see that as a threat. Who cares what they think? Its all about you and your Journey in the end, beginning and during as well hence do the Knowledge is the song I sing. Now, granted, the above example may not apply to you but I shared it as an example as there are certain undercurrents that flow just below your awareness that motivate a heck of a lot of your actions and seeing as we equate stability and security with what is within your pocket it does make quite a difference when you see the lay of the land for what it is.

One such man I knew, very well, was hell bent on reclaiming this inheritance as it had been swindled from him by his mother who gave it to her relatives and left him impoverished. This happened whilst he was still a kid and thus she continually gaslit him into saying his father, deceased, had left him nothing and this was not sitting well as he recollected different. Cue decades and decades of manipulation and the man turned to drink which swiftly placed him in a coffin after a life of much regret. During one of our conversations I asked:

“Imagine you had a piece of the finest silk with impeccable embroidery that was done with much skill and lots of caring attention. The problem is it sits under the rear end of a dog, most ferocious. What are your options?”.

He stated he could shoo the dog, try to scare it or kill it in order to get what was his. I replied:

“What if that isn’t an option? Meaning it doesn’t react to your threats as it quite likes where it sits and gives not a single F as, in its head, it sees you trying to take what is rightfully his?”.

He stated that would be a problem. I asked him if, in this scenario, he could choose, instead, to forego this fine piece of silk and go out and purchase a nice chunk of cotton instead. What then?

He thought about it and said “Thats a pretty decent option because its better than the nothing I possess but I can’t stand that dog for staking a claim on what isn’t his and, worst of all, those who deny it will not listen to my laments. Look! Look!” he gestured at this imaginary thread. “It has my name stitched into it. It was created with much affection and intended to be placed in my grip and that is what hurts the most. Can you help me get it?”.

Did you notice how he shifted from tones that were clear and coherent to ones that came from the ventriloquist that pulled his strings from the abyss? The thought imperiment didn’t work as, by the time we met, his behaviors and habits were too entrenched and thus to make up for the spirit that was weakened by a lifetimes ravages he raised the same to his lips and said:

“You’re a good kid, truly you are but this isn’t for me. I just don’t have the strength to fight those battles any more and yelling at the wicked bish that did this, after a few drinks, is a good enough vent, isn’t it?”.

I guess that is what they mean about leading horses, yes? In many ways you are here to overcome yourself and by that I mean the false aspect at the helm as it needs to use your pain and ignorance in order to justify its presence hence the axiom of when you change what controls what exerts an influence must also flip and into this space of variables you can step and create miracles instead. This interaction made me realize how the chosen ones choose themselves whilst the rest, 81%, are more than content to cling to their coping mechs like a drowning man with a brick. Watching him live and die filled me with immense sadness as his sheer, raw talents could have created a palace lined with velvet carpets and the finest drapes you can imagine but he was too busy looking backwards and thus missed all the potential in front of him. For me it was an immense learning lesson as it showed me how elusive and all encompassing the ventriloquist is with his tricks as this Opponent, hell bent on making you his Victim, is the main challenge on this level and those who do overcome its grip often discover what I’ve termed “Familiar newness” as they rise from the ashes of the person they never truly felt comfortable living as in a land of ignorance and, instead, reforge their Inner Sense to generate a resonant coherence with what is true and genuine.

In one of our last conversations he said:

“Listen, I’ve been thinking a lot about what you kicked and all I can say is I played my hand in ignorance of the variables you presented as no one ever mentioned them and I was too lazy to look within. The bottle eased my pains whilst generating new problems that helped keep the rage at a distance but its too late for me so take this as a lesson because the worst aspect of death is not what happens at the end when Soul escapes flesh but what dies in the mid and that is the weight of a life, unexamined“.

He went on to mention that when viewed from the lens of the commodity effect it all seemed Self evident as his lifes test was to see if he could relinquish his grip on what was sitting under the dogs rear end but he was too pussy to accept this whilst living and thus shuffled off this mortal coil with a head full of regrets which means, you guessed it, another spin. The saddest part is we are creatures of habit and thus he will, most likely, do the same again. I mean, how many times do you think you’ve read this text? Really ponder the whole sketch, my friend, as the implications of this question can be quite startling once you comprehend the shadows depth hence the “Game of three halves” mindset in which its what you don’t know you don’t know that is pulling all of the strings and this demonic force cackles as it holds 81% of this realm in its grip.

This is why they use terms like “Human Resources” and have national insurance and such things. Its why the original Hells Angel was more concerned with image selling and upping the numbers by covert recruitment as she, personally, didn’t live her lyrics and felt none of what she tells. This is exceedingly common as there is another example I could lace of one in a similar, yet different, predicament who was quite certain that her husband was the cause of all of her problems and her potential of silk was trapped under his rear end and thus she turned to the original opiate of the masses and constantly prayed without putting in the action needed to generate traction which, in the end, would have fulfilled her to the depths and raised her to new heights as well.

In that respect it behooves one to comprehend the obstacle is not the problem. You are, my friend. More specifically, the way you think and relate to it because once it clicks what kicks then you’re free to make smarter choices and that is when the Game truly begins. Sadly, we live in times of quick fixes and fake strength ergo most fell at the first hurdles where they set up an encampment and this is exactly what your Opponent intended because his greatest grift is not pimping your awareness via the voice in your head but stealing all of those unactualized potentials which he keeps for himself. Suddenly, for some reading, a lot about a little makes way more sense because you can’t play to win by using the rules they set as they’re in direct opposition to your best interests but the Knowledge I’m kicking is the best solution as response-ability is free will and once you begin to flex this muscle then the Game too must shift in order to accommodate your wavelength as it all plays out in your head. Before we part let me share another example of one who stepped up to the challenge:

Born with less but plenty stress he, from a young age, saw how ugly life could get. The youngest of the pack whose brothers ran the pavements he comprehended that the poor are given nothing but this doesn’t mean they have to accept what presents like Oliver and beg. He set about turning every table in front of him and thus, via ways criminal, he made a rapid ascent that allowed him the time to introspect and he was, generally, one of the most content and well adjusted (to his own innate coherence) people I’d ever met. His tale I shared in this passage and you’re welcome to check, if you wish, as less than one out of ten people are truly capable of taking these steps hence why I said that Warriors are born in to circumstances quite wicked as their coal is pressured from all angles with pains that don’t relent. The ones who hold on too tight end up fracturing due to stress but the few who comprehend that they cannot be what talks when they are he who listens ups their awareness to another octave and thus nod their heads when I said:

“The Game of Souls had you, my friend but you chose to do the Knowledge instead of accepting ignorance as wisdom and thus you pimped the pimp, flipped the script and placed your own crown upon your head”.

Till we meet again

Hide and Seek

Imagine you came to Earth to play a cosmic game of Hide and Seek. Where would secrete and how would you find? To add flavor into the mix lets say the playground to which you ran already had those in place that had wove a tale into which you were expected to partake? What then, eh? Lets garnish this dish with a pinch of egotistical ignorance which says a whole load about nothing and attempts to hide its discomfort whilst falling, hook line and sink, for the trick on the trick of the trick. It would be like sitting in the house and thinking “I want a drink” so you start to walk down the steps and just at that moment someone kicks the front door in and takes you hostage. Next thing you know you’re standing in a bank with an automatic weapon, fighting for their freedom with the notion that you were supposed to be doing something else whilst a mighty dry sensation caresses your lips and provides a slight hint about the true nature of the predicament as back home your people are wondering what the hell happened as they look around at everything.

Now if one were to walk up on this poor lost Soul and say “Hey, you were sitting in bed watching TV and decided to get a drink, remember this” they may respond with “I’m an agent of freedom and this is an entire movement. I have no idea of what you’re talking” but if at that moment you pulled out their favorite beverage and they took a sip its often enough to allow their old concepts to swim back into their awareness as their embodiment shifts and they begin to comprehend they’re actually living a dream within a dream, as was intended from the inception.

See the thing with the Game is its so easy to get caught up in and forget your Self because the thrills, spills, chills and myriad forms of brainwashing and programming range from blatant to subtle when the true medium of Self is finer than silk and exceedingly impressionable. Picture this:

If I told you that I could take a black canvas and three shades of ink and paint such vivid pictures they’d make you laugh, cry, be scared and think as well as a myriad other things whilst being entirely convinced in the visceral sense of what was occurring does it sound like a trick you’d like to witness? Great. Go and turn on your TV set. Thats all it is at its most fundamental and yet this time machine can navigate your emotional realm with a deftness that takes no effort and whilst you are synced in everything else recedes a bit or totally vanishes.

Much like when the door was kicked in and you forget what you were doing which itself was a diversion from your original intent and that too was a shift from your prime purpose.

See how it can get confusing? And yet, like the black screen flipping three different hues of pixels to generate whatever image someone wishes you to perceive, it really is quite simple when broken down to basics, as you’re sure to see. For now, back to the Hide and Seek:

What is it that was born but never dies, fell but still rises and is gifted with an infinite supply that currently runs thin whilst being both in and outside?

Your awareness.

That is who you are. Before and after this realm as well as during and the Earthday Suit which splits your prime unitary sense into the five thieves which provide the raw footage stitched together as a narrative by your head that is shaped and influenced by the culture of the moment along with the patterns it inherited from your parents and experience are akin to the three colored pixels of which I spoke. That would your awareness the screen and in both examples its rendered invisible by the message as the medium is hidden behind the scenes, ever present yet hard to see.

See now why I call it Hide and Seek? He who steps in and comprehends he is the thinker, the thoughts and thinking most certainly is one up on the frequency and thus begins to perceive the nature of the Game which we play and this example outlines the subtlety which intertwines, redefines and aligns that which once flowed into a state of rigidity.

After all how could you hold them hostage with ideas like poverty and seeking outside for unity without subtle trickery like peace being piece, earn and urn as well as so many spells they weave to keep you locked in to a small range of potential and thus escaping the true meaning.

Its like you’ve robbed the bank, gave them their loot and someone screams “Get him back immediately” and they drop you off at home then speak “Same time, same station? Cool, we’ll see” as they speed off into the night and you walk upstairs, dizzily, where sits your partner who can’t believe what she sees. “Where the hell have you been? One moment you said “I’m thirsty” and the next….” as you remember suddenly, “Thats right I want a drink” and say to her “Back in a moment” as you head down the steps with the vision of going to the fridge for a cool refreshing beverage and just as you get to the bottom the door is booted again and you know the rest.

On and on it loops until one day you may find yourself waving an automatic weapon at some hostages and think “This again?” and ponder the meaning as you look over at a vending machine which is branded with logos that say “Danger. Do not approach, consider and most definitely don’t drink” as the light blinks “FREE VEND“.

In this moment there is what you think you think you’d do with your current perspective and then an immense gulf with what will likely happen as you fall back on your training. The question is this, now you’ve heard what I’ve said and peeped the message from another who is you in essence but disconnected whilst you’re plugged in and outlining the nature of your situation what will you do with whats said? Consider it as wisdom and see what happens if you test the limits you unwittingly accept as “What it is” or turn around and reality test, maybe even sip because whilst the sign in bright lights is designed to spike your awareness with one thing the underlying message might be a distraction and this is why it can get so confusing because the regular small aspect of mind that freely says “I’m only human” can only process a paltry amount of bits before being overloaded whilst the higher, purer resonance called Self from which it draws the strength to fuel its ignorance is entirely aware, everywhen, hence “FREE VEND” because it costs nothing to question the narrative that currently spins in your head and you may just find that those who kicked in the door and then did a number on your awareness before placing a weapon in your mitt and causing you to identify with their plans are actually part of a mass distraction that you keep getting sucked into because they know what they’re doing whilst you do as your told.

Feeling thirsty yet? This message was bought to you by “FREE VEND”.

Till we meet again

Enlightenment Is a Solo Sport

Let me preface this missive with saying I do not claim to have gained enlightenment in way you define it. I simply refer to this state as the beginning of a quest for Self actualization because I clicked the following:

I am not the voice in my head but that which listens instead.
This entire realm takes place in my imagination (which is far more powerful that you been lead to think).
The brain doesn’t create consciousness, it simply modulates it.
There were ages, before this, where people were so advanced that we are devolved in comparison.
There are no strangers or enemies in this realm, only teachers, my friend.

Now, you reading these words without comprehending what it took to gain that perspective is akin to second hand enlightenment which is as much use as a stiff prick on an island full of lesbians. Even that, in and of itself, is a huge illusion that doesn’t do what it says on the tin and thus these are the sweets that those who eat, regret, and those than don’t do as well. Life truly is a slippery bish but what if thats the challenge? Meaning that it will meet you (and try and beat you) on your own level of awareness? The ones who are well trained by the System and its whims will never, ever think like this because they don’t. They Thunk instead and thus rearrange pre-made chunks of thought in their heads at the behest of the voice which says “Them, they’re the problem!” and they go along with the script. They do not click that there is something quiet, within, that listens to this edicts and can, if it wishes, reject these suggestions and that leads onto the gnosis that something they don’t comprehend is at the helm and thus their basis for reality has been skillfully distorted to keep them in sync with a force so slick that they’ll kill to defend its dominance over them. Thats pretty wild, isn’t it? Suddenly the reason why the schizo gets no due process to argue his case makes perfect sense, yes? Even though every single one of them – from the Industrial Revolution that made cogs of men – to present always, always, always say the same thing. Food for thought, scrape the dish and see if you can digest the bitter truth to find the sweet treat hidden within…

Enlightenment is a solo sport. It is. In effect, you are either riding the bench of ignorance and accepting the (false) self at the helm as your all of everything or are dunking baskets of wisdom in the face of immense competition who can’t wait to slide banana peels from higher dimensions underneath whatever steps you’re taking next. Tell me that doesn’t sound magically delicious mixed with a sprinkling of something totally wicked? Thats the same model used by the net which pimps your dopamine as well as religion and all other types of opiates that are presented to numb ones senses to keep running the treadmill until you die, are mindwiped and reskinned to do it all again. And again. And again. How many times, my friend, do you think you’ve read this text? If someone were tampering your recollections, how could you tell? Better yet, who is sending the prophets with the same message that the other side kills, stone dead, codifies their statements into texts that most accept without truly getting then causes them to fight among themselves over small print and details that are, in the grand scheme of things, irrelevant? Better yet, how many headgear spirituals have you seen that wear their faith, now and then, but take it off when they think the all of everything isn’t watching so they can get wicked before deleting this rhyme and reason from their mind and continuing to build a false image they sell to others who validate their existence via acceptance and championing. Its akin to everyone being in a flipped “Emperor is naked” situation in which they’re forced to don armor plate and then wonder why they no longer dance and each step is so tiring. If a child were to point this out they’d medicate them, no end, and if a grown man questioned the presence of a voice in their head that often makes them stress and feel less than pleasant its answered with a cheery “Quick. To the mental asylum!”. In many ways the so called schizo is simply a malfunctioning mystic because when you rebel against the Game and its programming it unleashes its flying monkeys with wings, hyper dimensional, to ensure this train of thought doesn’t infect the rest as its a camera trick, par excellence, that relies on distorted visions and accepted narratives.

In that sense art is a lie that tells the truth and the news is bad for your health because everything has been inverted and flipped so people know not themselves but what another says they should accept, without question. Or else! It really is quite slick but also equally wicked and pernicious as I see that same grin on the faces who have those seething energies within and minds are filled with scenes of degradation as they think:

“What an idiot for going against the grain. He climbed the pyramid and then left only to end up in our grip, again. We’ll teach him. I will be, for certain, that one that kills him dead and I’ll take the credit to get ahead of the rest. Oh, I can already imagine the prize and relish it” courses through their awareness as they plot their machinations. In many ways the schizo is entirely correct and there are forces, invisible, that manifest through other plebs that conspire to do him in but that is a far deeper topic because, as I said, the mistake they make is not comprehending they are the only Soul in this realm ergo the problem and its solution must spring from within ergo I exhort all – in and outsane – to do the Knowledge as comprehending you at your depths as well as the realm that presents is of immense interest to the 8% and generally unknown by the 81 who accept whatever they said… This, undoubtedly, is a side effect of nearly two decades of “Sit still. Look ahead. Do well on the test or your parents will stress!” programming as its far easier to live what another says than question the programming.

Enlightenment is a solo sport because when you reject the Game it also does the same but, surprise, it knew you were going to do this before you even stepped in hence why, for many Warriors, it seems their own kith and kin doth hate them for reasons they can’t comprehend. Oddly they also feel an immense need to serve them, try and make them happy, feel safe and protected and this is one of the most pernicious aspects of the programming as its you murdering your potential as they simply sit back and assist with a wry grin on their lips due to how easily they captured this idiot and misplaced his intellect… Sounds bad, doesn’t it? Be glad you don’t know the half of it, my friend. If you truly comprehended the shadows depth I’d be willing to bet the entire world would stop reproducing and start questioning what kicks, the intent at the helm and why one child needs such immense amounts of suppression of a vast length of time before the Adulteration kicks in.

The reason I attest, quite frequent, that I am the luckiest man in this realm is that I managed to take the hot coals they fling in my direction, grab them without flinching and then thank them for the diamonds that glisten. Thats the life of an alchemist and, needless to say, due to this one weird trick the Slave/Masters hate him! And yet, they are the ones that made me like this so its simply a question of energetics, interpretation and application at the end because its the fact I don’t accept their terms and conditions that causes the problems as my mind and intellect are limitless ergo “Create, not react” is the wavelength as we flip the script and play a better tune in a higher octave that is beyond their grip to taint or influence. Not that they give in. No, like a dog with a scent they are constantly hounding which is behooves one to recollect you are a wolf whose howls scare them as they know they cannot stand against which is why they conspire in secret instead. These are deeper topics, ones I’d be interested in hearing if others who awaken the Warrior within bump heads with or if thats just part of my special in this exodus appearance.

Whats the alternative? Get mindwiped and plugged back in? Thank F that is no longer an option. Ask Pac why his only fear of death was reincarnation then wonder how many lives he lived to gain this gnosis… On the flip consider the original Hells Angel who sold and told an image to the world she wasn’t living and had people worshipping her graven image when, in the end, she was just an aspect of Satan made manifest to pad out the numbers in a racket of Souls pledged at death to be reskinned again. It really is quite a strange place, my friend. Buddha spoke of this but also, seemingly, left out vast chunks of what it was he actually did and that gets me wondering because, back when, a rocking kid went to Tibet, came back with a bald head and said:

“These monks are a secret sect with the original teachings still present and they said they’d been waiting plus, get this, they get wrecked off their tits but do all of that to learn how to extend the mind beyond the bodies surly grip so that when they come face to faceless with death nothing can perturb or tempt them back for another spin”.

And with that, he went. The rest, in comparison, are spinning empty water wheels and whilst they may make some progress in limited respects its akin to being gifted a fine automobile then pushing it everywhere as you never clicked the ignition. This seems to be pretty constant with every single religious text, as far as I can tell, as the main playas never once mentioned, step by step, exactly what they did to gain this gnosis that led to enlightenment and various others bits and pieces are also omitted. Methinks it goes like this:

A man gets it into his head (via signal from his chest) that not all is as they said in this realm. He makes it his mission to ascend and once he peers beyond the realm the horrifying truth of this mechanism either fills him with immense dread and thus the Path doth split. One side is working, quietly, by your Self hence the whole “Before enlightenment. Chop wood, carry water and after? Identical” whereas the other side, like a drunken mystic, yells from the hills to anyone who’ll listen. Until they’re killed, dead, and we get the authorized version of events. Like I said, I could be incorrect and this isn’t meant to offend but if you look at all texts and compare spirit with intent, impact on this realm and the frequent trails of bloodshed it seems to hint there is something else in the mix that most don’t expect or suspect is capable of wreaking such havoc upon them.

In this situation would you throw the towel in and join the opposition who promise to hold you aloft a symbol of all that is good and correct (aka the Mother Theresa effect) even if you don’t feel within the lyrics you spit, prewritten or would you go for dolo and see what kicks in the wilderness? If you happened to chance upon your own personal oasis in the forest of illusion would you tell the rest what you did or keep it quiet and ascend as you board the train that takes you someplace else after you hit the switch, flicked the script and transcended the Matrix? Even if you tell them you really can’t because there is no “One size fits all” approach and thus your map and their destination are something else but you can share what you did to gain your revelation but, once again, they haven’t lived the life you did to draw those conclusions and thus there are so many variables thrown in the mix that point to this being a solo deal, in the end. Its why I’ve said I’d never join a group. Been there, done that. It gained me this incarnation.

I sit alone in my four corner room, staring at candles, wondering. If enlightenment truly is a solo sport and a trek we must all take in the end then what is the point of speaking it to deaf ears who won’t comprehend and, worse still, may even feel insulted at your attempt as they’re perfectly comfortable in being ignorant ala the Cypher effect as they Judas their true Self for the allure of the Matrix which manipulates their senses to believe a string of one and zeros is whatever they said… Its pretty mind bending, isn’t it?

Till we meet again

You and Your Reality Tunnel

The easiest way for you to comprehend this concept is by pretending you are a wave in your normal mode of functioning. To the wave everything seems real, solid and convincing because that is the nature of motion which tends to bring you along with its rolling, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily. Is life but a dream? Indeed because the wave is actually an imaginary part of the sea and without it what do you get? Nothing. A mere particle. Now imagine you are this instead. That which sets the wave in motion and is the sea, the beach and every other atom inside this reality.

That is how you switch perspectives between the reality tunnel and your true essence which rests solely in the state known as the Witness. Really think about it, better yet, feelsee instead. When you are the all of everything in that particular state of awareness its very hard to get caught up in the waves of creation and all of their shenanigans. After all, that construction is one of many. That is Self evident, yes? The wave looks around and sees plenty like them. There were celebrations when it formed, at first a tiny ripple. Those around it were like kin and encouraged its development. Many salty tears were shed when its parents succumbed to the influences of nature.

“Why? Why?” wept the wave that was caught up in the dramedy. Either way it kept moving because standing still equals death. That, in and of itself, is an immense hint about the key to escaping this for if one manages to concentrate their attention in a state of relaxed focus then suddenly the false ident of the wave and all its tales start to melt and a far greater perspective sinks in. The Dual Slit experiment is another expression of the impression I’m sharing here. Why not put it to the test and apply it, now and then, to see what happens? Let me give you an example:

A man and wife constantly argue about how he comes from from training and kicks off his muddy football boots and then leaves them right there. “I’ve told you a thousand times, pick them up and clean them. I’m not your maid” she says with a look of consternation on her face. The man is enraged because she, true to form, did none of this and, as usual, picked them up and placed them outside their residence. “Look! Look!” he says, as he waves the offending object in her face. “Its soaking wet. Why the hell do you insist on being so irritating? Don’t I work hard to pay the bills? Don’t I deserve some help instead of constant arguments? I go to kick a ball once a week with some friends, have a couple of drinks and chill. Is that the problem? Why the hell must you be so…”.

At that point he stops. Something changed inside of him due to a conversation he overheard the other day when a man was jabbering away to his friend and said something about waves and particles and how over identification with one is the cause of all problems. To be honest he wasn’t really paying attention and was irritated at the waiting as his mind was someplace else but that allowed the seeds of the concepts to slide down into his chest and when the lotus of higher awareness did bloom it picked this very moment. He started laughing. His belly swells as he shakes his head as many guffaws escape his lips at the sheer ridiculousness of another pointless argument over something that really was inconsequential but constantly generated real world effects that neither of them liked nor had attempted to change or accommodate as they kept reanimating the same charade with new emotional investment each time it happened.

In that moment he comprehends the nature of the wave his wife was caught up in. How, as the the middle child with brothers on either end, she felt like they demanded the lions share of attention. She wasn’t anything like them. She was meek and mild whilst they were loud and rambunctious. They made a mess and she kept things nice and ordered. And yet, it was all taken for granted as their parents shuttled them back and forth to various sporting things and she was forced to come along and show encouragement as she sat in the stands, reading, and wishing she was someplace else. When they’d get home the boys would kick off their shoes and drop their kit at the door before yelling “Whats to eat, Mum? I’m starving” in tandem as she set to work keeping her pride and joy fed whilst smiling. She’d noticed the biases in her parents affection. Sometimes she felt like they were parasites who sucked it all out of them and when it came to her there was nothing left but the dregs.

Of course, this memory was hidden, deep down in the depths of the wave. Far away from the crest she was surfing when she tried to get revenge for the past with someone else in the present who did similar things that drove her to the edge of her limits and then taunted her via the ghosts of past suffering given life again. He felt an immense swell of empathy in his chest for the life that she’d lived and through the tears of joy that were streaming on his countenance as his wife looked at him, perplexed, there were also so many other emotions surging as he tuned into her wavelength.

“Needless to say I was very confused by all of this. When he eventually calmed down I asked him what the hell had got into him and what on Earth was so amusing and he didn’t say a thing. He just came over and hugged me and I felt myself breaking down and weeping as huge waves of emotions surged over me as he whispered aspects of my own secret life back to me” she said as they stood there in my drop in where they’d rolled up without an appointment.

Interesting, isn’t it? Neither of these people were particularly spiritual. Nor were they exceptionally intelligent as they’d been having this same argument for over a decade since they got hitched and neither one had shifted their behaviors or went beneath the surface of their friction to discover the true source of it. They still fought and bickered afterwards but the major bone of contention which was like a splinter of the mind for their relationship was absent so the spats were nowhere near as intense or repetitive. What was most interesting was after this one off application of shedding the wave habit in order to become the more diffuse yet concentrated particle instead they had no desire to further their Self Knowledge or plumb the depths of each others being. Their old reality tunnel was calling and they were happy enough with one solution for he came home from the match next time with a single rose and trilled “My darling wife, my lifetime companion. Please do me a solid and clean these boots within which I’ve been stomping up and down the field. It would mean the world to me and, by the way, whats for tea?” as he beamed, affectionately and validated her entire existence in one instance that made her felt both needed, seen and appreciated.

That was it, really. Simple, isn’t it? See the above can apply to pretty much all relationships as they’re built on Patterns, as mentioned, that dwell beneath the surface for which we draw others in to bring them to our attention. Instead of letting them rise and pop, like a bubble which gets bigger as the pressure shifts while it lifts, we repress and keep on having the same argument. If you were to think this is the true cause of most global conflicts as well as local problems I would be in agreement because we, as a species, have been trained into digging the same reality tunnel we inherited from our parents even though we know that most of them felt far, far away from being truly happy and present in the moment with a sense of Self actualization. Isn’t that quite mad? Don’t you ever wonder why the solution was kept hid? Could there be some kind of conspiracy to keep what can and will help hidden from the public? Methinks there is, methinks there is. Be the change you wish to see in the world, my friend. This is each one, teach one in full effect because a rising tide of consciousness lifts all ships that do dwell upon the surface of this realm so feel free to do the Knowledge and we’ll see what happens.

This random example also shows, real well, that most people who link usually have one bone of contention that sets them a growling and, very often, it has very little to do with what present but stems from the past instead. Those who don’t release the ghosts that haunt them via exorcise and introspection are doomed to reanimate them in the spirit of another in front of them. This is the reason why the battered housewife – or assailed man as well, although nobody cares about this or even mentions it because men are seen as not worthy of attention when hurting where women are painted as the eternal victims in the heads of many who buy in to the marketing – leaves the one who places a black ring around her eye and finds someone else. “He’s wonderful!” she says. “Caring, kind and considerate. All of the things I’d wished. Oh! I feel like I’m in heaven” she tells her friend until a few months hence and she turns up crying with a busted lip and doesn’t have the heart to pretend she fell as she’s resigned to a few more rounds of getting digs for seemingly minor and totally random infractions of what makes no sense.

Everybody does this. Everyone. Its so common that its invisible. Online mobs of people form and engage in this projection. Its at the heart of virtue signaling which is another great deception where those with no morals at all pretend to be holier than thou so they can feel better about themselves when, in reality, their lives are a wreck and feel like a warmed over hell thats been force fed to them, yet again. Its a bitter bill to swallow but the honey is contained within. The man in this example was actually waiting in line when he overheard part of our conversation and thus was in a state of confusion which is really handy when it comes to bypassing the critical part of the mind that usually rejects and thus paid it no attention as he was too busy on the crest of his own wave and the stress this brings with a state of near constant agitation. Luckily for him the seed of radiant awareness fell down into the fertile seabed of his subconscious and erupted at a moment he least expected with a sense of immense amusement.

How is this possible? Simple. All of the particles are actually identical. They all spring from one place and they are it in various forms of resonance aka the Psylense and its personalized form, the Witness. The waves appear different as each claims its own space and face but thats the greatest illusion. If you wish to get spiritual you could call the former whatever label you place upon the divine invisible and the latter his negative counterpart that is the root of all suffering and torment in this realm.

Its all a question of Knowing the Ledge because once you do you can flip between the wave and particle as well or, as I said in another example, the pristine beaches of Inner Sense or the dingy cave of Adulteration. Its all about gnosis, really. Without it most people perish as they drown in the never ending waves of torment that buffet their consciousness into thinking they’re something which is limited and finite as they skip along the surface and clutch with a tense engagement at what is, quite frankly, ridiculous and in the process miss out on the true majesty of the ocean which has its own coherence and frame of reference so its simply a question of identification and resonance because you are another me, together we and once this clicks it becomes obvious that whenever you point at a finger at someone else and say they’re the problem the other three are directed at the place where the only solution is.

Within.

Can you hear the Psylense? Or are you too busy digging your reality tunnel to realize you are actually the Witness and thus in this world but not of it as well as being immensely powerful beyond the waves of your flesh which are made up of particles that contain mostly nothing and thus are held together purely by your intention and habits they spent a lifetime training you to accept whilst offering no alternatives that may bring a glimpse of a higher state of consciousness? The fact that you are here, now, this very moment and reading this is no accident, my friend, because, just like the man in the example, there are only opportunities in this realm and they often find you when you least expect so take this an invitation to do the Knowledge as the gift of the present moment can only be opened by you, here, now, within. That is why the Path of Power is calling and the reason why you’re still reading with the hint of a grin forming on your lips as a bubble of awareness rises from the depths of your awareness and says:

“He’s right, you know?” as you simultaneously start to imagine living the life you always wished in a greater state of resonance with the strength and majesty of an ocean that all the waves you’ll ever meet dwell within ergo each interaction is simply an opportunity for greater enlightenment which shifts the seas into steam which become clouds then repeat the cycle of transitions known as life and death which are truly the greatest illusion because its all about resonance .

Becoming aware of this and mastering your energetic resonance means you can change any detrimental potentials of manifestation for your benefit as its all energy, comprehend? Heart centered awareness is the key as, without you, none of this exists. This is how powerful you are, my friend. Awaken the Warrior within. We are risen.

Till we meet again

The Bad Princess

Some say she was bad, others state good. A few point at the tale of Prometheus and intuit that, under the hood, this was actually a woman, way back when, that they dressed in new skin as a warning to the adepts to never, ever follow in her footsteps otherwise the eagle shall peck, peck, peck. By this they meant a higher dimensional interference that hits with a sharp sting for she was not of this realm but, due to her transgression, was forced to don skin and live in ignorance. They tortured her. From one life to the next. Tore her Spirit to shreds for sharing what were, once upon a when, divine secrets only available to the initiated under the oath of death for to gain access one must pledge not only their Soul but their whole lineage. Including those who haven’t manifested yet.

The whole of humanity sang her hymns due to what she taught them about the nature of the construction they’re within and what is at the helm. She didn’t request they worship but they did out of sheer adulation and this enraged her parents as their Slaves may comprehend they are just like them but operating under a heavy sheen of ignorance. When the poles shifted and sky fell they tried to erase her recollection from the record but old habits die hard and her resonance remained on the lips and chests of those who Witnessed the miracles that shone forth the illumination hidden within. These days they call her the “Holy Spirit” and its quite telling that the trinity is really revealed as two men with an element missing. Did you know that one of the worlds more popular religions actually began as a reskin of worshipping the divine feminine, triplicate? This was, as expected, expunged from the tale and divine revelation was claimed but it is no such thing.

The myths and legends hint that she still walks this realm. Some say in Spirit, others attest in flesh. A few say its forced whilst many shake their heads and say such a source cannot be contained by mere whims or the blackest of magick. Ironic because her ways, back when, are what they used for the trials in Salem and the Crusades as well for she shared the Knowledge of ancient plans and what is contained within them as well as the hints about divine consciousness that springs, eternal, and manifests into this realm via resonance with the skin. Oh, how they hated the bad princess because she was adored by the peasants. Funny how that works, isn’t it? If you ever look into the old historical records and earliest myths you can find shreds and remnants of what was mentioned because a woman can be impregnated by pure light and the wave and particle principle tells of one thing with varying resonance. Divine conception, they called it. These days we look at such things as the ramblings of primitives as everyone knows man is the generative principle but if that is the case then why do they have nipples?

If you believe the texts that were presented in the name of Plato (but actually penned by someone else, far later than said) he attests that those in this realm were once hermaphrodites. Yes, the same thing that modern people call the androgynous “Devil” aka Baphomet. What she told the world became bad and wicked then the true meaning was distorted and the keys to access your inner realms, occulted. Now came the days of kings and they said how it went. Along with them manifested the end of extended intuition (aka telepathy) which was the main form of communication as this was dumbed down into written language that you may know as the Tower of Babel event. Back then they knew this didn’t refer to a building but the spinal column and the modern hint is why you’re trained to “waste” whats at your “waist” by beating it off to a screen with pixels rearranging your consciousness. Isn’t that but a black square, in the end? A void that represents the divine feminine that shines via the light of illumination and can do some pretty amazing things like compress space time to an instant whilst transporting your mind wherever it wishes. Ah, how everyday miracles become invisible for those disconnected from Inner Sense.

As soon as these spells and rites were unleashed on the realm the consciousness of man fell and they were trained to become beasts of burden carrying an immense weight they couldn’t fathom. Gone was the carefree dancing as they learned to walk instead. No more singing with call and response lilts as they chose to talk wavelengths instead of sending them via chest as a series of images akin to a picture message that conveyed the links states, emotions and awareness. Fear not though, they’ll resurrect this soon enough via the emulation of tech so no more looking at filtered flicks via a screen as soon people will imperience the feels as well. “Headfirst dive, into this grand spell, they will” she said to the mass of higher Souls that used what she shared to make their exodus from this realm before things got thick and they were hit with the work, buy, consume, die mindset that programmed them to accept a set of lines and limits that exist only inside their heads for they were truly strangers to Self. God isn’t dead, she’s just taking her time…

Some say this is the way it is and supposed to be. Others comment that it was her compassion that got us all into this mess as they stomped on the collective like the grapes of wrath to ensure their whines suppressed her recollection as they couldn’t wait to be poured into another chalice as they traded carbon for silicon when the heavens sent their signals. Is this true or just myth? I will let you tell it, my friend.

Personally I find the rhyme of the bad princess of interest as her presence really fills in and fleshes out a heck of a lot that is missing from the official record. “What?” I hear you mention. Why not invoke her presence within and listen to your intuition? After all, that is the feminine principle just like daring is masculine. Amusing, isn’t it how there are plenty of those who claim to be masculine but aren’t truly men in this realm? Some say this is due to a plan, intended, hence the forever chemicals with their gender bending as well as the invisible influence, both on and off record. Once again, I will let you tell it as I have no frog in this fight but do find it amusing how what they use in food linings, widespread, are quite estrogenic. Cue people complaining about how they are too weak to twist the lid of their favorite meal replacement but missing the fact that, compared to their grandfathers grandfather, their test levels when born are closer to their forebearers just before death. Pretty wild, isn’t it? Don’t believe me. Do the Knowledge. That was one of her favorite exhortations as she led by example hence the “Know ye not that we are gods, amnesiac? Watch this” and demonstrated how consciousness may be in but certainly isn’t of this realm as people took this flicker of gnosis as a cue to walk into the darkness that is the divine feminine and find true illumination. Not the modern counterfeit for which they send a light bill using bulbs built with the spec of planned obsolesce. No, not this my friend.

Some say her crew still exist, to this day, and hid her presence in fancy dress but left enough dots for those able to connect them. They say you don’t choose her but she selects her adepts as they are the ones who light the flame, eternal, within and this calls to her like a beacon. Oh, don’t get it twisted though as she could get down with the best and when her ire was raised the fire blazed from her eyes as her tongue extended, demanding bloodshed. Yes, she could be a cruel mistress to those that went against her intent and thus the wars of the gods were things of legend and raged from continent to continent with the intent of suppression. Don’t believe in her worship? Riddle me this, my friend:

Look at the success of OnlyFans as well as simps comments in general. See how porn drives nearly all technological innovation and was the the factor, deciding, in many format wars as well as the fact that if it weren’t for the promise of sex the masculine would never have invented a thing. Yes, she most certainly is the foundation of this realm hence Mother Nature. Who would’ve Thunk it, eh? Take a look at the state of this realm and the war of against the elements as seas are poisoned on the reg and tell me I’m lying. When she strikes back, and she will, the reaction will be so violent that people will recollect the day the sky fell and the goddess, immortal, was encased in flesh with the rest for daring to transgress the sacred order of the ages. They say the Druids knew her well which is why they never wrote a thing but worshipped the trees in which her secrets dwell. Haven’t you ever wondered why their forms are decidedly masculine and feminine with only one shining, eternal, regardless of the seasons? The ancient Vedics hint of this with their cryptograms and things but, by then, this gnosis was only decoded by those who saw with the eyes of wisdom. When months were moonths and there were thirteen in a spin which split, ever so well, into a harmonic the modern spread cannot equivalent hence the reason the Sept, Oct, Novus and Deca rep seven, eight, nine and ten along with the seasons that were linked with the correct motions of the heavens in when to plant, harvest, reproduce and such things. Yes, once upon a when, there was a much, much higher level of gnosis that was accepted as base resonance. You could say these alchemists made beasts of men and turned the age of silver into something else more dense and less special. And yet it too, in its own way, birthed innovation for when one is forced to generate within limits you often see intuition leap forth from the chest again ergo you cannot kill what is immortal and dwells in everyone, yes? Can you feel it in your Soul, my friend? Warriors walk on rose petals in her presence after overcoming the thorns of Adulteration they presented to prevent access…

They say one who glimpses her true visage in this age either becomes a madman, mystic or poet as all three speak her language which packs a far higher voltage than mere glyphs on a screen that you use your programed Rolodex to believe things are as they say. Not in her day as faith was for those who dreamt of a cake they’d never taste and everyone, to some degree, was a chef. She demanded nothing less hence the songs of praise they sang were, in effect, glorifications of their own Inner Sense that they used to leave this realm. I guess you could say that what remains is the dregs who were either grandfathered in, too stubborn to listen or simply wanted to sink to the depths of the his story you know well and feel it for themselves. The old poets encoded so much in their texts. Like the Battle of the Trees, for example. Of course, it must be decoded, rearranged and plumbed to its depths to tease out the secrets but once you do you’ll be able to decode anything you wish for its all built on the same blueprint which squared the circle that was actually no such thing but a multidimensional spiral. I’d tell you the link between her and feet but I’m sure you can guess why “heal” and “Soul” are placed there, yes? What of being able to map every aspect of flesh and beyond via what treads on earths surface hence why each Funk legend from Rick James to Parliament recorded barefoot and you can’t tell me their groove or melody can be beaten or even emulated by the rest. Could this be the reason why nearly all women fiend for shoes but how they miss the link thanks to what was slipped over their awareness like a conscious condom that redirects this drive into mindless consumption instead where each new acquisition presents a glow that dims but never truly scratches the itch in a place that has, for most of them, never been hit in ages…

She Knew the mysteries for she was them and held the key at her bosom as one needed chest level resonance to ignite that consciousness which allowed the sentient candle to comprehend it was never the wax that drips and melts but something more transcendent. I wonder who will read this and get what I’ve said? Not in the words but what wasn’t expressed but impressed as a download of intuition attached to this resonance? Heck, I’ve been doing the same for countless articles since I started pushing the pen but, sometimes, one needs a little nudge to spot what was always present.

Till we meet again

We Are Risen

There is a moment, a specific region of vibration, that sits between mundane and higher consciousness that I can only describe as being crucified on a cross made of flesh. No blasphemy intended as I’m simply saying what I feel because its akin to a rigid band of tension that extends across my shoulders. This is the first place I spotted it, the proverbial pain in the neck but the expanded edition. The directors cut, if you will, and it contains all of the scenes that were trimmed from the version I watched inside my head during regular states of embodiment. Oh, it was there. That is for darn certain, but I’d nurtured a lifetime investment in various protective mechs and things I dare not examine that ensured this Path was left untread.

Imagine a bar made of molten steel that can, paradoxically, be rigid and also flex and you’ll have a pretty clear image of the top part of the crucifix that rests across my shoulders. Easing into the awareness of this intrusive presence was exceedingly uncomfortable and many times I actively ran away from it until it clicked that what you resist persists and you can’t change anything until you accept what is. Whether or not you like it. That felt like the nails that were hammered into my hands being ripped from the same construction. The sense of freedom where there was once limits was so intoxicating that I almost forgot I was crucified as I reveled in the imperience until I came back to my default mode of embodiment.

I noticed my movements were nowhere near as smooth, at ease or free. The rigidity my head pretended didn’t exist was mirrored, perfectly in my flesh. Shifting my brainwaves again I started mapping the rest and found there was a similar intrusion in my spinal column. The level of penetration here varied as some places were hooked in at such depth that it was excruciating to breathe around them and my mind rebelled at even going near them until I learned to transcend via Self identification with the Witness and the state of Centering this begets.

This middle pillar was so tense that its tendrils spread out and seemed to wrap around my internal organs and hold them in a similar grip that would never relent until seen. Well, feelsee, to be more accurate as its unified state of awareness that exists solely in the present moment. Its nature was that of consuming, like my life force was slowly but surely being drained by this presence that was entirely invisible and yet created effects that were most palpable. Case in point, if I studied my form throwing a boxing combination in my regular state of awareness when dangling from the cross many don’t suspect exists with a higher state of consciousness then its a case of the difference between sack cloth and silk. There was no internal resistance so the outside was fluid. Not an ounce of energy or effort was wasted. “I don’t hit, it hits all by itself” said one who was evidently well versed in the ways of the ocean. Be water, my friend.

No wonder pugilists have two identities, eh? Sugar Ray once said he can tell who’s going to win before a competition depending on the version of him that stares back in the reflection… More to heaven and earth, my friend. Surely you’ve wondered why blue and red run the world but how many miss the gold they’re both hiding as they make you run the treadmill in a quest for completion that can never, ever deliver on its promise as its built on deception.

Feel what I’ve said in your Soul and you may just transcend, my friend, as we head down to my feet which were a different thing because the effects were more elusive and yet also all pervasive that was mainly made manifest by the range of motion and reflex in my hips, knees and ankles. The nails in my feet seemed to have an emphasis on the left foot as their focus and once I kicked these off the top of the cross became even more obvious as well as the huge nature of disconnection that manifested not only at my neck but also hips as well. Waist got, waste lots, yes? Its all spells. All of it and from them spring the rituals of crucifixion of which I’m speaking as regular life pokes and prods at you to torment and, every now and then your parched lips are hit with a tiny source of nourishment in order to prolong your punishment.

Not as a literary statement or creative mode of expression, I’m actually telling you how it feels for me to live inside this as I wonder what the hell else is going on inside my mindbody of which I’m entirely ignorant because deconstructing the cross needs one to question how they ended up in this position and moonwalking isn’t on any official curriculum therefore people keep on pushing the boulder of suffering up the hill only to watch it roll back down again as they give it another spin. This is the Game, at the present moment, for many. Or at least that is how it seems to me or I may be projecting this personalized crucifixion that doesn’t actually exist in most others strolling around the planet and thus this is a personal predicament of what is possible. Whether it is or it isn’t is very interesting but I can only play the hand I was dealt to win because to me the evidence is overwhelming that this is the standard mode of operation for many. Why else do babies bounce and flex as they pour natural energetics into this realm whilst the same that leapt from the cradle when visited before they met the grave were hunched over and filled with immense tensions from carrying the cross of ignorance as they crucified their divine potential and awareness within by choosing to remain ignorant and invest in concepts that demand their compliance and total obedience to energies and things outside of them which ensures a populace totally divorced from the concept of gnosis that was, once upon a when, the internal operating systems of humans just like them that played this Game on a higher level due to their aligned resonance with their Souls.

I’m quite a flexible person, in both mind and flesh, so it came as a bit of surprise to me that all those years of stretching on yoga mat and the like had done very, very little to even make me aware of this cross. “Why is that?” I hear you wondering. Well, I suspect that its because these practices are nerfed on purpose and dare not delve beneath the surface. That and modern life reinforces the cross because when you’re spending most of it sitting in a chair its easy to misinterpret it presence and almost totally gloss over the impingements you write off as “aging”. The latter point is so ridiculous when truly comprehended and would be far more accurately seen as the gathering of resistance until its simply too much for the voltage to persist in illuminating your consciousness. We call that death in this realm but that state I call the Witness – who you are, at your most basic – is never born and thus cannot end hence unfinite says it best. This is He, the awareness on the cross that paid the cost to be the boss and it resides inside your head. Not for nothing did the coded message of the gospel state that he was crucified on a hill that was named “Skull” in Hebrew with thieves on either side of him that are repped by the hemispheres in your head that crucify your higher consciousness by creating a Pane Body which hides your suffering and thus ensures you believe you are human as per the story in your head and countless other suggestions designed to explain away the fact that life started out feeling like one thing and somehow, somewhen, became quite different.

What do you think? Do you even? If you did then congratulations – We is risen! Freed of the ignorance that binds the minds of Slaves from one life to the next as we question the intent that sits at the helm and thus comprehend that this entire realm takes place inside our consciousness ergo, without us, nothing exists. I strongly believe that this Pane Body crucifix exists within the depths of each and every one of our mindbodies, hid. Consider the example of the reluctant meditator which highlights it quite well as its the main reason why people act up then reflect and regret as its an obstacle to optimal embodiment. In that respect the extended meta of Christ being our consciousness makes a lot of sense, yes? If you think its a stretch consider the events around thirty three and how they link with your spinal column and see if it clicks as, to me, the connection is obvious now that I Know the Ledge and have awakened the Warrior within.

For the head, this may be a trip. Phi the heart? Just another day at the office as it extends its coherence via a connection with the Prime, the pre-existing one who is the all of everything manifest as me, in the flesh, at each moment for we comprehend we aren’t the candle but the flame, eternal and this brings resurrection as ignorance falls by the wayside, all weapons rendered impotent as Inner Sense steps in instead of the Adulteration to which one was accustomed that manifested as the pain in the neck which created the limits most dare not admit have a grip on their consciousness. I say all that to say this:

We are risen.

Till we meet again

Does It Work or Not?

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?

See, heres the problem which gores the majority of humanity as the way they were instructed to comport themselves and what to expect doesn’t gel or sync with their own desires and wishes. Most won’t admit it but they’ve got an enemy in their head. Worse still they Thunk he’s them and when you try to think different he perceives it as a threat and then projects this fear outside onto someone else.

Its a really clever trick but once you’ve caught this rascal in the process its far easier to make the shift. Well, for some. For others their sacred ignorance must be protected at all costs and they’ll threaten life and limb of anyone who tries to contradict and help them out of their predicament. Its a wonderfully elegant trick, so devious and simple in which the Victim thinks he’s winning even though every single barometer of existence, including their feelings, says different.

The saddest part is you could have all you wish and the world would be a far happier realm if people chose to flex their neuroplastic gifts by allowing new information but most are like jellies that set and find too much vibration a threat to their existence as they no longer remember what it was like to be a free liquid. Its why its said that 81% are Slaves who neither wish to nor are capable to disconnect from the illusions the System poured into their head and thus they pledge their allegiance and fealty to that which doesn’t have their best interests at heart. They would, of course, rather die than admit this and its understandable because who wishes to think they’ve been taken advantage of and ridden by the oldest trick in the book where ignorance masquerades as wisdom?

By their seeds shall ye know them and if the label says Peace but all that pours out is Death then you have a problem but we are visual Thunkers who think without feelings and very rarely glimpse within as their third eye, long ago, closed its lid due to lack of use and outward focus. Its a sad state of affairs where one generation builds upon the next but don’t worry it will soon end as the Great War comes and those who remain run to the safety of silicon and fall, once again, for an old trick dressed in new tech. Except this time escape will be impossible.

If you’ve ever had an inkling, even one you struggle to admit to yourself, that what you think may be BS because its not working as promised then this may be your last chance to get out whilst you’re ahead because billions have lived and died under false pretences and only 8% are naturally equipped to see through the System. They usually meet a bad end because the Slave/Masters see the threat to what they’re doing as their breath of fresh air represents a strong wind to the mental house of cards they’ve been building on the shaky foundations of ignorance.

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:

Which you was holier, purer, more in tune with the realm of spirit? The one who was born and hadn’t yet been tainted by the world and what it brings or the one who claims to be learned and well versed in all things but doesn’t feel anywhere near the same level of joy and completion within.

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.

Such is the power of (false) self deception. What if the voice in your head was an enemy pretending to be a friend? What then? What if you were to flip these options and look at it as a teacher instead that was instilled in to exploit your weakness and thus shines a light on where you need to strengthen? What if that was the true test of awakening and living as intended? Only you can decide this for yourself my friend because freedom comes from within.

Till we meet again

Why Doctors Call Their Office a Practice

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?”.

Indeed, there is some truth in this because people make lifestyle choices that are stupid and generate the exact opposite of health and then when symptoms manifest they refuse to give up what made them sick but want something to mask the ill effects so they can keep on doing what they’re doing.

“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:

Profit.

Till we meet again

Are You the Master of Your Energies or Their Slave?

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?

The latter is most common and it work like this:

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.

After you have got used to the presence start talking to it. See what pops into you head because, in the end, they are your energetics. Learning to apply this skill means you gain a tenfold increase in strength because you are easing the boundaries of division that exist between thoughts and feelings which brings a quite exhilarating sense of oneness that is most addictive and quenching. For example:

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?

Did you know that each time you remember an event you are actually recreating it as you don’t access its pure energetics but the last recalled Pattern and thus there is an immense flex present as you can recode them, if you wish. Another great tip is taking an object as a totem (or simply using your imagination) and questioning:

“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.

I often wondered why school didn’t mention such things and why all of these so called founts of wisdom offered not a dribble when it came to mastering your energetics and then it clicked:

Its because people who are stressed, dense and caught up in low vibrations are easily manipulated. This makes the tills ring as people chase fruitless solutions that don’t even scratch the surface whereas those who awaken the Warrior within start to dig and the revelations can be quite amazing.

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.

Till we meet again

Upping your Res

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.

Now they view in FourK compared to the SD we accepted. They browse the flix of net and its all at their fingertips ergo more time is spent scrolling than viewing plus, if after five minutes, it isn’t appealing its onto the next. The most important thing is the texture is homogeneous as the screen pimps their consciousness with what it represents to one plane of their senses whist omitting the details. Kind of like how your ego is actually akin to an ancient compression algorithm that renders the equivalent of MPThree of feltsense from the original WAV dataset… Close, but things are missing.

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?

Till we meet again