Minority Reporting

I’ve said many times that reality is the definition of insanity and how strange what a lot of people do appears to my lens but this, bar none, is the biggest thought crime everyone accepts. Without question and, stranger still, they demand it, enforce it an pour it into their childrens heads:

Taking what another says and accepting it for your Self.

Really stop and ponder the implications of this, my friend, for they are immense. Look, a baby is born and they are helpless as they are totally dependent on those who care for them but, after a couple of spins you note the digits they ref with “Terrible” as they swiftly put down their attempts at rebellion. Has anyone ever stopped to consider what kicks and the childs reason for doing this? Of course not. They look at their diminutive stature and class them as idiots that know not the ways of the world and thus must be trained. In what, exactly? To be as miserably disconnected from their inner realms as their parents who make the same pie in the sky investments as their folks before them whilst being trained to run the treadmill from birth to death and back again? Nope, not for me. Call it what you will but I simply refused to give in. It could be linked with the two near death experiences I had before crawling and various other things that stopped my Soul fully materializing via the flesh but, to me, it all seemed backwards as hell and totally lacking innerstanding.

That attitude, as you can guess, didn’t go down well with parents and the rest who attempted to claim any type of authority over me and, eventually, would culminate in a triumvirate of friends that drugged and hypnotized me to engage in sex magick designed to bring about my final death. Didn’t happen. Neither did they relent. If anything they upped the ante since then and so much about a little bit is way more evident than its ever been and my mindset makes perfect sense because there is, currently, a war for your mind raging across this planet and its been like that since Moses wore the shortest of pants and sashayed down the strip in Egypt. Probably even before then, who can tell, as its called “His Story” for a reason. Note how “My Story” is a mystery aka the life unlived and thus unexamined as people are quite content to accept orders from that voice in their head, put in the least amount of effort and generally mill around the Valley of the Plebs with the rest who are just as discontent but would rather lie, dead, than admit the truth of this. Not even to themselves. There is a very, very simple way of proving this and it involves taking three days of total isolation with limited food intake and paying heed to what kicks. I assure those who attempt they’ll never be the same again as they come face to faceless with a predator of consciousness that currently sits and them and tell them what to think. Well, Thunk is more accurate but that didn’t fit the rhyme scheme.

Richard Pyror – one of the first comics to embrace being totally genuine and making his life and mind the basis of his sketch – commented on in it in this thread and its, quite possibly, one of the most astute observations from a comic, ever. Coming up next would be the massively underrated Patrice O’Neal who refused to tap dance for a deal but left bars of solid gold on the web for those seeking the realness of relationships, life and the occasional random tangent. Have you ever met someone who says “Hi!” in a fake squeaky voice to belie more energy than is present? What did you do next? Match sync or reject the suggestion?

There it is. The biggest thought crime everyone accepts. Its as subtle as it is pernicious, my friend. One of the most wicked things in this realm is the sect of Slave/Masters who A) created the thoughts in your head and B) profit off your ignorance but its C) that is of most interest:

They rely on niceness. How many times has someone came over to you and started blabbing and you play along, nod your head, instead of saying:

“Respectfully, this is of no concern to me and if you wish to speak can you choose a better topic or I’m gone?”.

Nobody would do this for fear of the rudeness but what of the other who is, often, psychoemotionally vomiting their filth and, the moment they jet, you turn a friend and disrespect them for this. But what of the you within that you dishonored by playing pretend? See what I mean about this thought crime? Now you’ve seen it you’ll spot it but lets see what kicks when you want to break the habit of a lifetime… Taking it back to comedians its interesting how Eddie, in one sketch, summed up two immense truths about the world as it is:

First off, kids are totally honest and call it how it is. Second there are only two words that ruined your life and they were inflicted by your parents. This is the kind of mess thats buried at peoples depths and most do not want to acknowledge this torrent of repression that manifests as back pain and chronic problems. Yeah, there is a link. Don’t believe the hype of your doctor as he’s a pill pushing idiot that, nine out of ten, is as bought and paid for as the rest as they give not a F about your health and its more about lining their pockets. I mean, run that back again. Why in the heck would expect another to care about your flesh when its your encasement? Make that make sense. And yet, people hand over their spirituality to religions, their education to schools and then never wonder how easily they were fooled.

Don’t you ever expect a pimp to hand you the tools to break free of his grip as he will keep the wheels spinning until he’s got the mileage he wanted. Shades of Animal Farm, yes? By the way, before anyone gets their knickers twisted and thinks I’m dissing religion or learning I’ve said no such thing. What I am speaking of is living another lyrics or quoting chapter and verse without looking into the reference. There is depth, resolution, to my meaning which is why all scripts have an eso and exoteric aspect in that respect aka letter and spirit. Very rarely, in one man, do these converge to reveal what was hidden. The third point, above, aka the mystic triangle and its message. I’m not the first to speak on it but may well be the last as you can bet your fake chip that once the silicon slides in these kinds of thoughts will be verboten and that ties in really well as they’ve spent generation training you to submit ergo resistance is futile for most, plugged in, as they’ll simply be shifting mediums to one with more bells and whistles presented.

I really do wonder what the point of me doing this is? Those who Know will hate me for the attempt and those being controlled by ignorance will detest the implication that they’re being called simpletons. A tiny slice of the planet will hear me on FM but, in the end, the chosen choose themselves and either way, they’d get it. So why, like Mr Anderson, do I persist? Simple. Because I choose to. You’ll notice that the machine could not comprehend (nor map) the irrational aspect and its this tiny space that is of such importance when it comes to seeing the bigger pic as its a cue (and clue) to the middle of the vortex which spins aka Inner Sense. Case in point, if ever viewing an apartment or thinking of changing where you live bring along a baby and note their reaction. They give not an F about the drapes, the school zoning or the rest of the mess but deal in pure energetics instead and thus will either grin or yell. There is the answer you’re seeking. Its the same, I believe, with feeding. Dig:

Children know when they’re hungry and they intuit when to stop eating. The problem comes when parents attempt to force vegetables into them and I firmly believe they’re filled with antinutrients, chemical pestilence and are no longer mineral dense thanks to intensive farming practices as well as deceptive marketing tricks. I strongly think there is a link between this and their innate state of rebellion as they very often reject the cruciferous which stink and contain glucosinolates and goitrogens that detrimentally effect the thyroid which, in turn, sits at the throat and modulates the free expression of said complaints. Are you starting to get my drift and how its all interlinked? Not to mention your apples and such things are a year old hence why they’re on the shelves, out of season. That doesn’t mean you should fill them up with ice cream and chocolate as such things are designed to hit many switches but it generally undermines their own investment in Spirit and the confidence it brings knowing they are listening to the quiet voice within and its being heeded. Instead, into this void, we sprinkle the seeds of the (false) self and once thats at the the helm is a wrap for them…

In a nutshell, what I’m saying is that, back when, your internal realms were invaded by authority figures who intended to assert their dominance and show you “the way life is”. You, instinctively, rebelled at this violation and the more you protested the less they accepted what you said ergo they used a war of attrition to do you in. I didn’t give in. Not during any of the abuse, beatings, degradation and the rest from incep till present as I sensed, intuitive, there was something important within that should be nourished and protected which is what I’ve termed Inner Sense. This is who we are, in essence. Its pure, raw, vital and unfiltered. It tells it how it is – not with malice or ill will, just by being refreshingly direct. Its really quite awesome and one of the reasons I attest I’m the luckiest man on the planet as its allowed me to do some pretty amazing things as there are no limits in my head. These are what I mentioned in another missive about the glass maze effect that most are trained to accept. Its also why it was a child that broke the trance of the collective who were unaware of their ignorance about the Emperors undress as they bought into the hype that was aiming to trick. Thats power, isn’t it? Being able to define reality in accordance to your whims and having another accept the imprint as their inherent blueprint, without question.

Its a very scary thought when you take it to its depth as its points beyond this realm and that is another topic we’ll talk of elsewhen as there is a mindwar going on, people. The weapons are as quiet as they are effective and the proof of what I’ve said is the near universal and endless conflict that peppers the planet and then salts the land as well to ensure nothing grows again as the fetid corpses of their opponents lie, dying, in the scorching midday sun… The true cause of all of this is the spellbinding done within hence:

Individual is a hint of the deeper schism and its two words that did you in but the blueprint was etched way before sperm met egg and it will, without your bit, roll on unchecked until Siri flips the script and slots into your kids iris and uses the bitten apple to lead the way… To what, exactly? The fact that this subterranean dominance is as oblique as it is ubiquitous makes you wonder of the fruit that springs from such a poisoned orchard, yes? Well, it has me thinking hence the minority reporting via this edict which says your mileage could and should vary and I guess that is what my role is in this realm is because the above perspective is the outcome of me doing the Knowledge and your view could say something else but if its exceedingly generic and held by lots of the rest you could argue you’re not in possession of it but are actually possessed and thus what is at the helm will gnash and wail to prevent you clicking the trick and that leads us right to the principalities of wickedness and its deeper meaning.

If one were of a paranoid bent they could comment that there appears to be a dual reality, in full effect but seeing as one is more than enough for the well adjusted to handle that would, no doubt, be swiftly dismissed as tin foil nonsense. But what if they were correct though?

Till we meet again

You Are the Only Soul in This Realm

Lets pretend you’re the only Soul in this realm. Actually, you don’t really have to imagine that well because its not far from the truth. Have you pondered, at depth, how one man can meet ten and they all draw differing opinions of him? Well, I have. Repeatedly. One of the most interesting conclusions from this imperiment was how it became Self evident that we hate those who display the exact characteristics we cherish as part of our own wavelength. Isn’t that fascinating? I think it is as, once upon a when, a friend noticed someone leaving my premises as he strolled in and said, without a trace of irony presented:

“Why are you speaking to him? He’s nothing but a flash prick who thinks about no one but him“.

The chap in question was what most would term “arrogant” but he, himself, commented:

“I’ve got the skills to back up my flex so its simply the truth said, isn’t it? If they don’t like it, thats their problem as I’m too busy clocking wins”.

Like I said, ironic as the other gent possessed a nigh on identical wavelength. You are welcome to test this. Just think of someone you met and, instantly, detested. For some the beef is eternal. Others become friends when you discover you have so much in common. This is down to what I’ve termed Octaves as we are naught but stories wearing flesh and that, itself, is a hint about this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits as we’re literally poetry in motion who, once upon a when, used to dance and sing before the System did its thing with two decades of legally mandated brainwashing that said “Sit still, look ahead. Do well on the test or your parents will stress” and other such programming.

When COVID kicked can you recollect how you met this wavelength that was saturating the planet with its invisible influence? I do, real well, and spoke about it a bit in this article but lets go in depth:

I rose, stretched, read, pushed then pen and then, around twelve, I clicked that life was simply too quiet around the ends as the usual hustle and bustle was missing. I looked out, beyond the windowsill and was greeted by birds making a din. “Hmm, thats unusual” methinks as I looked around the pavements and saw they were deserted. The shops were closed and there were no vehicles. An immense smile crept across my lips and my brain started processing these events to find a narrative that could fit. I Am Legend popped into my mindset as I said:

“No way! I’m the last man left on the planet? Everyone else is either dead or has vanished. Cool!”.

I leapt down the steps with my anticipation building like a million kids awaiting a billion gifts that jolly old Saint Nick (aka the Devil in a new dress) promised them in exchange for their veneration. Actually, lets expound on this, yes? For a large chunk of my childhood, if not all, I never got those shiny toys and trinkets promised by one who, for some reason, could not manifest via the front entrance. Not to say I was impoverished but you don’t miss what you never get, correct? When I discovered the whole thing and how kids believed in this bit I found it ridiculous and questioned their logic and investment as well as the nature of their parents who sell deceptions to them in exchange for temporary grins. As time progressed I built onto this hypothesis and let me share something that should make you think about the stranger bearing gifts:

Both he and the Devil are linked with the name Saint Nick. People accept this without question but the Warrior prefers depth over surface level ignorance that hides truths, unmentioned. Both can’t use the front door and must gain other access. Both are linked with hooves, cloven. Both promise material riches in exchange for an investment in their presence as one who shares his bounties with them and both live in places intemperate. Sprinkle in the color red, the power of flight, being in many places in one instance and you have to wonder:

If he’s calling you a ho, triplicate, then doesn’t that make him a pimp, par excellence? To me it made perfect sense or are these the coping mechs of a jit that never got any gifts but plenty of ass whuppings for not following the regulations? I’ll let you tell it. Anyway, so I’m barreling down the steps with, what I guess, must be the anticipation of said jits and, with eyes big, I strolled along the pavements taking in the new wavelength. The Earth seemed to agree with me as it felt like it was sighing with relief at the ease of an immense burden that seemed intent on killing it. It wasn’t the night before Christmas but there was not a Soul to be seen in this realm and my grin was threatening to crack my countenance as it spread across my lips. Eventually I found what kicked and this is one the best examples of why I’ve said watching the news is bad for your health as I ignored all that mess, saw through the camera tricks and, a few months hence, noticed people were ambling along the streets with a hollowed out look on their dish that I’d only seen in the Hitler documentaries, mentioned elsewhen. They could not comprehend why I felt so spry and vivid. I spent that time getting into the best shape I’d ever been and felt so amazing, thanks to the isolation, as the beach was all mine as was any other place I’d pick. Sure, a few scowled at me not wearing a mask or following the regs but I did have one interesting conversation on the topic of sanitation with a woman who asked me my secret for shining bright in the darkness:

“You’ve know me for quite a while, yes?”. She nodded her head behind a mask, paper thin, whilst wearing gloves seen in kitchens or theaters or operation as she stood quite a distance. “Well, the secret is based on an old imperiment I did as I clicked that when one gets a cold or sniffles you can always spot it coming via the tingles that manifest, first, in ears or neck, correct?”. She, once again, nodded her assent. “The truth of the matter is that when this kicks I instantly reach for some hydrogen peroxide, three percent, and gargle with it then place a few drops in my ears as well. I strongly suspect thats the main point of entrance for bacteria, viruses and such things. By doing this form of disinfection when the threat is basic I remain in great health”. She took it in and, being of good intelligence, said:

“That makes a load of sense but this is different. Its highly virulent and can kill in an instant. You should be more careful”. I relayed the example of the first atomic bomb testers being handed sunglasses with a cheery “These will protect”. She started laughing. I congratulated as I mentioned that grins boost the immune system whereas stress depresses it. A light bulb hit within and, seeing as I had her ignorance on the ropes, I unleashed a beautiful combination with:

“Thats about as much use as your cheap Chinese mask filled with who knows what chemicals is. Matter of fact, its probably more dangerous as it acts like a dragnet that captures all kinds of bad things and then provides them with a breeding environment right next to where they’d gain access so, if I were tinfoiling, I’d say this whole thing is one percent truth, ninety nine percent fiction and most problems that manifest are people doing it to themselves out of ignorance by following what they said. Not to mention that the constant hand sanitizing and OCD level cleanness prevent the build up of resistance by good bacteria and such things that are needed for your immune system to function well”.

She had a straight line in Tetris moment. Right there, on the pavement. When next we met she was facially naked and feeling safely content and, wouldn’t you know it, since then she has had approximately zero sniffles. Even when colds were raging. Whilst we were intensely different I found a common resonance that spoke to the doubts she had, lingering, but daren’t address as the screen said it was comply or death. Me? I don’t have those problems. Me? I don’t give an F about what any so called authority outside of Self has to say about anything and seeing as I started that trip with a rising wavelength it wasn’t about to relent due to some regulation Nazi attempting to do their bit with the “I’m just following orders” mindset. We all know what you get from doing this, yes? Man, that was an immense tangent so lets get back to the thread instead:

You are the only Soul in this realm. Meaning, all you deal with are figments of your imagination with whom you have various debts and credits from previous incarnations. How can I say this with such brazen confidence? Simple, my friends conspired to kill me dead and, as I’d later recollect, we knew each other, real well, on another spin and the rest of my family were also in the clique with same intent. To them I owe immense thanks because A) they kept my last life on this planet interesting, B) they proved that death is an illusion and C) they gifted me the need to develop such resources that allow me to share thoughts like this on the web. Slave/Masters, I thank thee! This is the Win or Learn mindset in full effect ergo you too can flip the script and pull out any bones of contention that prevent optimal digestion of the banquet life presents but only if you comprehend and reality test what I’ve said. Here is how to do it:

Grab a pad and pen. Note down three you detest and the same you call friends. Check their skills, impressions and what kicks then find the correlate in Self. Most we label best actually possess something we also cherish but, often, haven’t developed within which is what makes their resonance so attractive. Some, if you’re lucky, may bring this out of you. You need to skip past the basics like:

“We went to the same schools as kids and like the same things” rhetoric and truly dig. Like the flashy arrogant kid who hated the same resonance manifest in another playa in this realm as it threatened his sense of individuation. When I pointed this out to him he fairly yelled:

“I’m nothing like him. Nothing. Its like you don’t know who I am or can’t recognize greatness in your presence? He’s a fake, a phony who pretends. I’m the real thing. An original with no duplicate”.

I asked him to take a break from the stims for a month or six then tell me how he felt as I mentioned that his nemesis was also fond of amphetamines as well and he, like him, was a fat kid, back when, before he started lifting, hustling and cracking skulls to make a name for himself on the pavement. The ears of ignorance are stone deaf to whatever the lips of wisdom done said and thus he shook his head then mentioned:

“Nope. Never in a million. Whats that got to do within anything anyway?”.

The more I sat and reflected I realized these two were nigh on identical in so many respects ranging from story to lineage as well as musical tastes and innate gifts to getting paid. Even down to the women they would pick as this was one of their main bones of contention as they’d often hit the same targets. One must recollect that, back when, the only place that played “Urban” music was a dingy spot in the bricks that picked a night, usually dead, to have their club filled to the gills with pavement terrorists who sang, chapter and verse, from the scriptures etched by Saint Makaveli to his congregation of thugs, delinquent. As you can probably guess that meant you ran into the same people, as and when, plus the females were rotated ergo things would be smooth as silk as we all popped drinks and linked till it got to around twelve and you’d hear:

“Hence why I fornicated with your belxved, you obese scoundrel!” come thundering across the PA system and then it was on like Donkey Kong as the monkeys were humbled, real quick, and barrels did tumble whilst the hammer clicked as someone got tapped in the head and leaked their blood onto the pavement. Then on the night went with its regularly scheduled resonance. Ah! Fun times before CCTV and DNA tests, I tell. Clubbing, back when, was like the Wild West as anyone who was around before camera phones and bottle service will attest because everyone was out to F something and if that didn’t kick they’d just F someone else up instead. Either way, they’d find someone to oblige them… Lets pretend we were like Bonobos who settle all of their problems with sex. People would be signing up to go to war with the biggest orgy, imaginable. I wouldn’t mind living in a world like this as those people would certainly get they’re dealing with figments of their imagination as a good orgasm, between Souls of resonance, make this Self evident hence why the ancient Vedics promoted sex as a spiritual aspect for generating gnosis. That was quickly flipped into the white mans “Born in sin” concept as entire generations lived and died thinking a magical man in the clouds was noting each time they’d caress the magic stick and eject a whole load of potential life into a Kleenex thanks to the sexual ministrations of flesh actors on their set. Another crazy tangent so lets rap this up real quick:

What you hate in another is something you, your Self, do as well. Pay heed to this, the dividends can be immense. Whoever makes you mad is your Master in this realm as you’re saying, tacitly, that you cannot control your response in their presence ergo you are a Slave to their resonance. Third, there are no enemies, only teachers, my friend as they shine a bright light on your ignorance which is, usually, delicate. Take a look within. Know the Ledge and see what kicks as you may come out the other end sporting a greater wavelength of resonance as you quell the internal conflict so the external, otherwise eternal, is killed dead and, instead, a sense of solidarity doth present. This is worth keeping in mind if the red heifer loses its head as they erect a new temple after spilling the blood of infidels. Its also worth noting that what the masses hold true, the simulation brings into view so if enough of us think different we can, quite literally, flip the script. But, that isn’t the real point of this level as its all about aggression and dominance hence why pimps, politicians and preachers are the same thing and, in the end, who am I to speak on this being a street educated jit with no credentials to furnish but, then again, maybe thats why I’m perfectly prepped to present another perspect because, like Vincent said:

Too many people live for others expectations and wonder why their lives don’t manifest as they intend. Why? Because the System did a number on their heads and programmed them, real well, to accept bread and circuses instead of the real traction that comes from effort. Don’t you think its strange how we get no true life lessons in the legally mandated camps of concentration where your parents sent your mind, whilst developing, and yet movies are laced with depth that tell it how it truly is? Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. Warriors innerstand backwords to see forewards. Thats just how it is when you comprehend you are the only Soul in this realm.

Till we meet again

Energy Moves, Consciousness Is Still

We are, first and foremost, consciousness. This gossamer state of transcendent radiance is, currently, interlinked with the flesh in order to A) manifest in this realm and B) interact with things. If you remove the former from the latter but keep the ignorance thats within a lack of gnosis you’d have a ghost or hungry spirit. To some these ideas may seem farfetched or even ridiculous which is why its important to practice and not just accept what another says. To me, this is Self evident as logic is based on the brain and its training hence why dreams seem strange in comparison to the somatic awareness of the flesh. Same realm, different medium of interaction. The reason being is that during my latest near death experience I was totally, well and truly, disconnected from the Earthday Suit I’d been wearing. What remained was so subtle, so gracious, beautiful and radiant, and yet, saturated with a familiar newness. I Knew this state better than the one I’d left and even that had faded in comparison. Think of it as being surrounded by darkness and clutching a candle then, all of a sudden, you’re out in the open and the sun is beaming overhead as nature is in its element. Who I was and had been vanished. I Knew I was pure consciousness. Freed from the illusion of life and its all pain and suffering interspersed with random bits of bliss and things that make you grin. It was quite wonderful in the sense that I was filled with that resonance and couldn’t help but pondering how much work went in to creating the life I’d lived, the planet and those I interacted with.

As I was set adrift on timespaceless bliss and becoming reacquainted with my Prime state of resonance I felt an awareness wash through my being. Note, it wasn’t the chatterbox in your head effect that plagues all denizens of the flesh as it directs your consciousness. No. It was more of a felt sense that carried with an immense dataset. You can think of it as intuition. You know how it springs, fully formed, in your awareness and often takes much longer to process than it did to manifest? Thats it. This state mentioned, emotionless, “He is dying”. It was at that point I saw my flesh taking its last breaths as my vital fluids were spilling out into the causal realms. I had to make a decision. That I did. I’d come too far to let this be the end and thus flipped it and chose to commence my mission in the flesh aka the willlhelpme project. Coming back to my body was such an immense contrast that its akin to turning over two pages in a book and discovering a totally different volume that what you were reading and previously engrossed in with a tone, much different. Various things happened next in order to stabilize my consciousness and bring both of these states into coherence and it was, if I say so my Self, most interesting. I share that to illustrate that what comes next is genuine and authentic as I live my lyrics and thrive on first hand imperience as opposed to second hand tales and third person world building. These two are rife at the moment as you have plenty of people who’ve spent decades sitting on a cushion, thinking about nothing, and made zero progress as well as those who know chapter and verse inside out but have never met themselves, within, which is where what they’re praising lives. This too we shall remedy, if you choose to keep reading.

Energy moves, consciousness is still.

Five words that sum up, in a nutshell, the length and breadth of the kiss of death. You can imagine its like a fish that was ripped from seas tainted with hallucinogens and a glass maze, erected, to make things difficult. Once I was placed in an ocean of serene bliss the difference was Self evident and, since then, I’ve been on a quest to figure out the meaning of this. Well, actually, to be more accurate I’d undertaken this adventure way back when as I’d had not one but two brushes with death before I started crawling as well as an immense heap of trauma and such things as it appears that some folks, else when, really do not want me to manifest fully in this realm. As such my life was filled to the gills with denial, coping mechs and wholesale ignorance of what kicks under the lid until, a couple of decades in, I noticed something.

I was totally engrossed in playing a game. It was one of those that took a perfect balance of concentration and reaction as the challenge was punishing and needed one to stop thinking but feel instead. You needed to be totally in the moment to win and its when I was sitting in this state of peak performance with a controller in my grip that I noticed this immense sense of stillness that felt pretty amazing. The moment my attention drifted from the external induction and single pointed focus to introspection, roaming, everything else began to shift and my bodymind came racing back again with its all its earthbound problems and things. “Interesting” I said as I play games to escape the surly grip of reality as it is. The hero’s quest begins! A long time ago I developed a technique, intuitive, I called Breadcrumbing. It works like this:

Someone round the ends was taking a magic mushroom trip that I didn’t want to ingest but was fascinated, nonetheless. I’ve had an interesting relationship with schizophrenics and this realm was of immense interest as, to them, I was always me which means they frequently sought me out for counsel in the midst of delirium as I told it how it is and thus was immensely reassuring to those who could not trust their senses. Breadcrumbing came from them as I’d unconsciously shift my embodiment, posture and breath to match their resonance. Why I did this? Who can tell? Maybe it was a side effect of the trauma, mentioned, as personal space was quite nebulous due to being invaded in development. I, of course, thought everyone was like this. The same goes for my multimodality wired senses in which scents brings pics and sounds are textured as well as a load of other curious blips. Anyway, the tripper sat down and chugged his foul brew, grateful for an assist from the wide eyed jit that agreed to Witness. I got into resonance and as things went where they did I noticed the first thing that happened was a lot of inherent tension slowly eased from my awareness and then the visions commenced. Well, for him. Not me, I was just hitching a lift and thus couldn’t see what he did but I felt it, nonetheless. What was of immense interest throughout all of this was how consciousness is linked with breath and how much tension we carry in our flesh that prevents its full belt from doing what it did. Later on I was pondering:

“What if this is all a hallucination?“. I posited the concept of everyone in this realm imagining a man who didn’t exist but interacting with him, nonetheless. I found that fascinating as how can you tell? Better yet, what if there is a link between ye old monster under the bed and what these so called mad men profess is haunting their waking? Have you ever noticed that each schizo smokes without end? They do this as nicotine activates the Pre Frontal Cortex and this higher order of the brain can create a feedback effect which regulates the rest as well as bringing in the neutoplastic effect. Thats a deeper topic but, later on, when stop smoking was the thing and every doctor round the ends was handing out these new fangled pills I had a dearth of people coming through to report their dreams which went:

“You have to try this. Its a trip! Truly, it is. I’ve had the strangest, weirdest, most bizarre dreams you can imagine. Well, actually, you can’t. They’re beyond pretend as they feel so real and authentic“.

Each one went on to detail some form of nocturnal skirmish with entities that seemed to be out to get them as they rose in bed, sweating and yelling, at things that didn’t exist. Outside of their consciousness, that is. Soon you’ll discover that you are the only Soul in this realm and I am nothing more or less than a figment of your interaction hence you should never trust an atom as they make up everything. This is how convincing the illusion of life is because, like gaming, the character is fine tuned to work within a certain environment and translates your movements into its actions which begets a feedback loop of engagement that we use for entertainment. Movies are just like this as well but more simple hence why I’ve said what you watch says a lot about your internal realms as you populate the characters with your energetics as your brain gets a reality bypass and pure emotion pours in. Reeleyez, my friend. What if electricity is the alien and we watched its own theory of evolution and it intends to make us its next best thing as the carbon and silicon based awareness doth mix? Yes, your phone is spying on you and the internet is indeed a weapon, my friend. Getting back on thread:

I whacked a patch on my arm and retired to bed, not sure what to expect but open to what presents. By this point I’d already mastered the art “Body asleep, mind awake” that came from being curious as to what would happen if I didn’t turn on my side, when prompted. This was a follow on imperiment from the “Catching myself talking to me in my head as I rehashed old conversations” topic and, to me, it seemed a logical progression. I feel asleep but was wired as well. The state was familiar in its newness but presented fresh elements as it felt like there was an invisible seesaw on which one side was conscious and the other was at rest. Suddenly, I was dreaming. If my previous trips were akin to watching a show on a broken down black and white TV set this was the Imax effect. Saying it was intense was an understatement. I found my Self interacting in a scene that seemed totally nondescript and nothing special. No monsters in my closet and, for a moment, I was jacked in to this nocturnal Matrix but held by a golden thread of nicotine tinged awareness. As we conversed I noticed that something was amiss. The moment I focused my attention on it I felt a wave of consciousness (just like the one after death) that reminded me I was actually in bed and performing an imperiment. At that moment I slid to midpoint of the seesaw and could observe both states in one click. This was nigh on identical to what I said happened when gaming. “Interesting” I ruminated. Suddenly I snapped back into the dream and what the person said next will certainly make you think:

“Where did you go? One moment you were there and we were talking and then you vanished. I thought you’d upped and left without saying a thing and then you’re back again. Anyway…” he brushed it off and got back on with the conversation as I paid him a modicum of attention and took in my surroundings. They seemed really real. Truly, they did. But, there were certain blips that felt like a loose thread and each time I tugged on it I’d recollect I was still in bed, dreaming. I rose the next day, knackered, but totally exhilarated. When meeting with my pilgrims and recounting the adventures that had happened some said “Yes, exactly like this. Its too real but faked” whilst others questioned what it meant that they met monsters instead. I told them as I tell thee:

“Embrace the pain to win the Game“.

Not many listened but this nocturnal adventure in higher realms with a chemical assist really made me think and I do suspect that what we term a schizophrenic is actually a malfunctioning mystic. No, scratch that, I am certain for I swim in seas of pristine consciousness where they are drowning. Could this, once again, be a side effect of the life I’ve lived? Yes, I suspect it is because, right now, I can connect you to the numinous and prove it. Sit down, be still, relax for a minute and take in your flesh as it is. Don’t try and change anything. Just note. You may spot a bit of tension at your brow, it helps to imagine a smile there instead as it opens the way for the third eye to do its thing. Take that smile and place it anywhere you feel tension. Don’t ask how, just do it. You know how. Its simple. After you’ve done this for a bit and got used to this new state of resonance I want you to imagine your awareness can eject out of the top of your head. Feel around a bit. About six to eight inches hence you’ll find something that feels sparkly yet dense. Warm as well. Get to Know it, my friend, as its your Soul. Pretty amazing, yes? All of my life I’ve lived in this place as my flesh was seemingly off limits but thanks to a game, some wayward friends, a few mad men and doctors in rush to prescribe pills I get to sit here typing this and am genuinely interested to see what kicks when you try this imperiment. Once you get used to this familiar newness try to bring it into your body. The aim is to become saturated by it. Spot where the resists, places of darkness and impingement sit and don’t try and change them. Just accept. Eventually we shall start chipping away at this ignorance and this is where the Pixems come in which is a topic unto itself…

Energy moves, consciousness is still.

This is why most meditators gain zilch as they’re too busy trying to do something when the truth of the matter is one needs to unlearn this mindset in order to regain what was obscured by ignorance. Its also why, nine out of ten, who sweat on yoga mats and such things very rarely embody the practice in the life that they live. After all, who can move and be still? I’ll be the first to tell that I’m nowhere near this state I call Centered in Self whilst grooving but can manage to whip it up, pretty well, when chilling by my Self. How do you do it? Well, I’m glad you asked. Here is a guided practice or, as I term them, Journeys. The reason I picked this is because you’re going somewhere with the intent of bringing back… What? I’ll let you tell. Its your gift, my friend. You must be present to unwrap it and may just present as dread, fear or discomfort as one of the imperimenters, back when, came and said:

“OK, so I switched the gum for a patch like you said. Placed it on my left arm before bed even though I’d been jonesing for a cig all day I didn’t relent. Used the head trip thing, got comfortable and let the smell of lavender pour in as I started to drift. Anyway, the dream kicked and, once again, I was being pursued through this immense forest of darkness that was scary as hell and laden with obstacles. It was constantly gaining on me and I felt an immense sense of dread, creeping, and then, just that very moment, I noticed a sprig of the same shrub I’d rubbed on my neck and wrists. It was glowing. The rest fell to nothingness and I was transfixed by what I’d seen then the seesaw kicked in, just like you said, and I remembered I was in bed and this was all in my head. Coming back to the jungle I noticed I was still and, right on cue, this thing came barreling out of the darkness making all kinds of din. I didn’t flinch. Matter of fact, I walked toward it. The closer I’d get the more it would shrink until, eventually, it was mewling, helpless. An infant. It was me. As a kid. Can you believe it? I picked him up and held him close to soothe him. The poor mite was frantic. Anyway, next thing I knew it was the AM and I was feeling super tired but totally invigorated as well. What the heck did that mean, then?”.

Here was a guy that was raised by a parent who read an article that said:

‘Let them cry it out if they awaken when you first move them to their own room and crib as it builds character and resilience”.

I cannot say, for certain, if that dream was linked said event but if I were a betting man I’d stack my chips on the wheel and let it spin with quiet confidence I’ll win. You are a people, my friend, not a person. There are so many different versions of you within that all fight for their turn at the helm. Not to mention the invisible influences that pervade this realm from the hungry ghosts (lacking a Prime connection after death so they feed on the living) as well as all manner of strange things. I mean, haven’t you ever thought it odd that you could be sitting, alone, and Know (for certain) that something is staring? You stop what you’re doing and look directly at it and then shake it off and get back on with the business of living. Back in ancient Kemet they used to worship cats for this reason as they said they can see the next realm and this is another thing I can attest because how often has your feline friend stop preening to look up, track something invisible walk through a wall, across the room and out again before getting back on with cleaning? More to heaven and earth, yes? Same with the weird feeling of a spiders web on your dish and then you reach up and feel nothing as well as that strange cold spell that makes your nervous system tingle in the midst of warmness. All indicate the presence of unseen things and these are perceived, clear and well, by the so called mad men but they are simply feeding on his fears by dressing in old dreads that are then reanimated in their heads as well as the non stop barrage of bad things they’ve said which is approximated in those who allegedly have mental health as they lie awake a Two AM, ruminating, in bed. Like I said, its a Game of three halves, my friend. All this and I could mention the bizarre string of syncs in which organ transplant patients suddenly, with no hint, develop drives, desires and tastes as sported by those who donated their flesh after death so that another may live… Interesting, yes?

All there is is consciousness but, on the current level, its wrapped in matter so dense and shrouded by coping mechs along with wholesale ignorance of how to navigate ones inner realms in a way thats effective that most are, truly, strangers to Self. Worse still they believe what that voice in the head tells as they Thunk they’re it which is quite a sad thing as its akin to being held hostage by a illusion that banks on fear and dread to keep itself at helm of your consciousness. There are many obstacles one must overcome to create the Path by walking but those who progress do find liberation in the flesh and, I think, that can only bode well for not only your Self but all in this realm as well as what happens next because one must wonder why so many NDE survivors attest they were sent back again and how this may just link with the DMT machine elves that like playing tricks and why your mind is wiped between spins. More to heaven and earth, yes? Only one way to test and that is by Knowing the Ledge. Prove me incorrect and accept not a thing I’ve said until you’ve developed the feltsense that is undeniably present within each and every mortal being as we are gods wrapped in flesh who praise the candle and miss the flame, eternal.

Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again

Why Three Is the Key

Have you ever just looked at the number three and wondered what it says? Granted, that may seem a tad metaphysic for some and you could probably bet it wouldn’t appear on any school test but, to me, it seemed like it was saying something important. Lets regress:

“Why is three half an eight but doubling it says six?” I asked the head of the class when it was in sesh. I said it again as I genuinely wondered the truth of this question and could find no rhyme or reason behind the glyphs. “I don’t know. It just is. Its only a symbol. Stop thinking so much about it“. That meant he was irritated by his ignorance and how the child, recalcitrant, could sense this presence and thus respected him even less… This was way back when. Before I’d even chanced upon the image they sell of the solar system with one plane missing and, again, bumped heads with those who say how it is. I guess you could call this an underlying Pattern of my existence and its a habit I’ve nurtured since inception so it is what it is. Much to the chagrin of those who erected carefully constructed cons to confuse your consciousness.

To me there was an immense power in symbols and sounds that went way beyond the reg due to English being my second language and how I was never told this but guessed as my grandma could not comprehend certain intonations I ejected but the other, more primal, she knew well. On the flip I could not read the texts she did whereas she was quiet fluent in what they said. This really made me think and, when you add into the mix, a whole melting pot of second to third immigrants ranging from Nigerians to Tamils and the rest it took it to a higher res as I’d look at their programming languages and try to guess what they meant. I mean, anyone can tell when the parent of a friend is stressed as you and the team raise merry hell in the home they invited you in to play, yes? There is a familiar vibration that underpins all communication and the fact we all speak different lingo but, often, mean the same thing was something that was filed away in the back of my chest for later reference. Hence the question at a place that professed education but offered no such thing as all they expected was rote repetition for accreditation which, to me, seemed stupid.

Something about three though. It spoke to me. Check it:

Now, it doesn’t take a genius to spot the obvious link between these three different glyphs I’d seen in the houses of friends and fam that we played in as children. Even more amazing was, as school progressed, we were taught about Hitler and his evil ways (complete with dramatic music) that made him seem, well, cartoonish. I don’t mean that as a diss but when you’ve got videos with exceedingly sober overtones showing developing children immense tales of degradation and wickedness you kind of expected a bit more of the cause of all of this than a dude who looked like Charlie Chaplin, ranting on a podium. At least, that is how my brain processed it.

Back on topic:

That shape seemed to speak to me in some way and what it was saying I couldn’t (yet) comprehend but fully intended to get to the depth of what it presented to my developing consciousness. Little did I realize, then, exactly were this quest led and how we’d dance with death, stare into the abyss and then come back again… So, the logical progression was to flip from one medium to the next and thus I checked the triangle instead and this is where things get really interesting. First off they actually tried to tell us that white men built the pyramids and that made me laugh as before they did this they must have invented some hardcore suntan lotion or something. The things they try and get away with minds, impressionable… So, I looked at the sign and noticed how it was super solid and hinted at two points with one in the mid, above them. Suddenly the realization of why it was featured on so many religious artworks came pouring in as an immense download of energetics that took a good while to process. The condensed hit says:

“If man keeps his mind on the material he can misconstrue the one across from him as being different due to facing another direction and having a viewpoint, flipped, but – if both were to look above, they’d notice there is a point of elevation that sees them as identical and they, in turn are no different from it“.

Now, this isn’t what came to that wide eyed jit who asked an incessant stream of questions to anyone who’d listen but those school daze did kickstart the process due to the teacher who gave not an F and set me on my quest for Self realization. At the time of genesis the concept was way more simple and it linked with Pi, forever irrational, that span off beyond (and within) this realm and my nascent consciousness was attempting to draw the links between what people worshiped and what this number repped as they could be, I suspected, one and the same thing. “To the mystery mobile!” (and by that I meant my imagination). I was obsessed, I simply had to have the answer to this and looked in every direction but, mostly, within.

“Three, three, three. Hmm, it sounds like “tree”. I wonder if there is a link?”. Once again, I met our old friend the triangle and then grew to notice that some didn’t shed whilst others came and went and how this was resonant with the shapes of women and men as mentioned elsewhen. I still wasn’t satisfied. There was more to this and thus, for decades, I kept it in my chest and referred to it, now and then, when something made my nervous system tingle – way before ASMR did its thing. By the way, has anyone else felt this? Its hard to describe but it feels like mainlining the secret truth of the universe in one hit? Take a peak state of tunnel vision focus on excellence and push it through a syringe then condense a crack rock type of hit and you’d still be nowhere near the feeling. The web makes it far simpler but, back when, you’d flip your Rolodex at the local library instead and pore through the microfiche before letting the silence speak as you picked a random tome off the the shelf, properly indexed, and flipped through to a page that presented the answers being sought and more to boot as well. It could also manifest in the fact that you’d be speaking to someone else and another would interject or many other types of syncs that were so thrilling to hitch a lift as it felt like the universe was offering a wink along the way via means of cryptic guidance…

I know, that can sound pretty outsane but it I guess thats why I asked how life is speaking in your brain as most are numb to the clues and cues and thus miss what is all around them. Fools, my pity knows no bounds for their self imposed ignorance. Getting back to the topic:

As life progressed and time did its thing I kept chipping away at my ignorance and here is what I’ve gained:

Pythagoras said it was the secret of secrets and how it can be eternally divided without end and this is an immense hint that we are, actually, immortals encased in flesh. Taking this to another level we have the Sierpinski Triangle which contains a mathematic fractal of harmonic resonance that can, seemingly, be plotted at random using simple rules that beget coherence. Kind of like how when you look at the levels of tolerance needed for there to even be a planet, humans and tech the Goldilocks Zone is so thin and impossible that its evident the fix is in hence the Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Nintendo, the boss playas of the entertainment realm, evidently know about this as they called it the TriForce but its actually ancient and really stems from the Hojo Clan of thirteen century Japan so props to them for kicking the ballistics on this sacred symbol that actually encodes within way more than I’ve said but we’ll save that for someplace else as I’m trying to keep this simple. This shape, shrouded in myth, originated from a dragon as the symbol his scales doth rep and it ensured the line would be prosperous as his protection was upon them. And these days we link it with video games. Pun intended. Maybe we truly are inside a self simulating fractal that loops and nests the same thing with different planes of reference depending upon if you’re a socially mediated pleb or one who has awakened the Warrior within? I’ll let you tell it as we get back to the quest for meaning:

Remember I mentioned Hitler as firing up the Charlie Chaplain circuits in my brain for me to take him too seriously? Well, another thing that caused a problem was this magical symbol they associate with him:

I’d seen that everywhere developing as it meant good luck and fortune in the East so I struggled to comprehend how its meaning could be flipped and turned to wicked instead? “Maybe its something that was lost in translation” offered the history teacher who was really quite decent and said he’d look into it after my insistent yell that the video was incorrect. I’d asked him what he thought of the three and he replied, graciously:

“Well, traditionally its been woven in to every religion that ever exists. Christians call it the Trinity, mind, body and spirit is a part of this and the Pagans linked it to the inevitable cycle of birth, life and death”.

I thanked him for his insight with a grin, most appreciative, and added more res to the pic I was building within. As time progressed I found even more points of coherence like, for example, Hinduism posits three forces of nature that are responsible for the creation, preservation and destruction of life in this realm and each playing a vital part as the resources are finite and must be flipped to keep it fresh whilst hinting that what animates all of this is simply visiting this fairground attraction. To make this happen we have three colors that blend and these are the same used to create the black mirror effect that currently pimps your senses which makes one wonder if this world may actually be a counterfeit and we’re wearing the tech that manifests it? Solid to liquid and gas would attest this is the cause as they are but the same at differing rates of vibration ergo the trinity strikes again! Same with the moon around which is erected a most ancient myth that was hid from the modern world by terming it wicked instead as it reps being full then nearly invisible but, all the time, there is a darker aspect which only reveals itself to the adepts hence this is a Game of three halves, my friend.

Bringing it closer to the flesh and we have what I term the Three Kingdoms but, they themselves, are as ancient as man and present in many spiritual traditions before I connected to them on this spin. They are the Upper (head), Middle (heart) and Lower (abdomen). Each of these houses its own form of intelligence but since the species was jacked by a predator of consciousness that manifests as non stop jibber jabber in your awareness others have been silenced and, worse still, when they speak most mistake the message for ills and rush off for useless pills their local medical professional can’t wait to fill them with! Did you know that the belly contains the largest concentration of glial cells and the chest also pitches in hence “gut feelings” and saying “My heart wasn’t in it”. See, no matter how much they try and suppress life, uh, finds a way. Like a rose that cracks the pavement and makes its presence felt in the collective consciousness because the brain too is tripartite built as we have a lower aspect (Reptilian) a mid (Mammalian) and the upper (Human). If you look at the topmost section of your head you’ll notice this too is split into what people have termed masculine and feminine as one side handles logic and such things whilst the other is more emotive and non rational. This, in my mind, is totally correct but what is fascinating about all of this is how Nintendo, once again, weave their own magic spell as the divine feminine is kidnapped by a reptilian who is rescued by the masculine of lower station that gains superhuman strength by ingesting a mushroom that changes everything. Over and over they’ve told the same story and how many stop to click that this is all linked in to what I’ve mentioned as the brain (Adulterated), when filled with hallucinogens, works more like a childs which, as you have seen, thinks way beyond any rules or paradigms they aren’t aware of and thus don’t care if they’re broken on their quest for gnosis. Suddenly the reason for nearly two decades of “Sit still, look ahead and do well on the test” makes way more sense for those well adjusted to this realm and never thought of questioning why it seems like a living hell whilst seeming heaven sent…

These Three Kingdoms (from Orient are) capable of doing the most amazing things as the hearts electromagnetic coherence extends way beyond the flesh and is, I suspect, the reason why a hug jump starts another feeling less as you pour your resonance into them via the emotional connection it brings. The Lower aspect is plumbed in to the immense and unfiltered amount of data that pours in (billions of bits per second) compared to the 8 your head accepts after rearranging and filtering it which is why that gut feeling is a huge strength and worth nurturing. Its also why, I suspect, digestion related problems (and waistlines) are ballooning as people are shoveling more BS than they can digest but are scared to death of looking within and thus ask their local medical professional for a cheap solution or bypass and such things. Its weird, isn’t it? At least, I think it is.

Daoists said that “The one engenders the two, the two gifts us three and from it springs everything” as summed up in this image:

They knew a thing or three about subtle energies and their cultivation within plus how they can shift ones consciousness because, without this activation, man is more beast than human which the world as it is doth attest. The belly is, the mind thinks and the chest feels. We use all of these all of the time but one who awakens the Warrior within is akin to taking spiritual steroids (with no nasty side effects) as they bump up their internal res from a black and white twelve inch set to more of a home cinema imperience to decode in the production of this world in far greater resonance with the all of everything who is (in, before and after) pure consciousness. Ye are it, my friend. We all are, in the end but realizing this in the flesh is what they call enlightenment ergo the whole point of this illusion is an immense Game of Hide and Seek with oneness. Thats pretty amazing, isn’t it? And all from wondering, back when, why three doubled isn’t eight and how this simple glyph decorated the walls of many homes as representing their own spiritual message. They say in times of universal deception the one who speaks the truth is seen as either mad or a heretic infidel. I sincerely hope we’re at the point of collective resonance where one can transcend such cheap tricks and see it how it is as I don’t profess to have any answers you should accept but some pretty decent questions I don’t mind asking…

Till we meet again

Did You Already Know What I’ve Just Discovered?

Following on from the words of Philip K Dick, as yet unwrit – Did you already know what I’ve just discovered? Did you? Did they? There can be no way in which I can comprehend they’ve seen the whole thing. I don’t mean this as a slight or anything but there is an immense difference between grabbing a rope, holding up the wall, sitting under a fan or leaning on the wall versus the glory of the whole elephant and not bit and pieces transcribed with riddles. Is it this lack of perspect that makes them thirst for my death? Is that it? What the F is happening, mayne?

The implications of this are so immense that its beyond ineffable. There is simply no way anyone well adjusted to this mess could ever, ever, ever hope to comprehend the shadows depth. Now I get why I was born in it and why it took so long to ascend to the surface ergo where life begins for the rest, for me, has just started. Wow. Sometimes people are so far behind they think they’re ahead, eh? What if I’m aheart? Does that make a difference? Who in the heck would have picked this trek out of all of the options and variables in the fractal of consciousness? Its beyond a fools errand and makes Don Quixote look quite sensible.

Why doesn’t the Prime pull the plug? Who slugs the prophets and makes profits off of them? How can one with a corrupted consciousness hope to ever tell what truly kicks and, worse still, if their programming language itself was a half, inverted then flipped would they even click that spells and rites plus cursive equal a past, present and future that are tense that beget stiff upper lips that, with a clearly murky conscience, can unleash such heinousness on the natives anuses in the name of “civilizing” them. I guess thats why they call it “colonization”, eh? The spells are tells, my friends, just like words are thoughts held hostage. There are levels to this and we’re in the abyss, where Rick James dwells…

I don’t presume to be so arrogant to think that I floated across an ocean to find a place, populated, then claimed it as my own creation. Hell no, leave that to those sans melanin but plus ten questionable morals and wicked intents. I’m fueled my Inner Sense and if this is what a diamond sees with crystal clear vision I can perceive why the rest of the coals will be lining to stick Siri in their iris when the fat lady sings and tells them its time to shift to the new order of ages, remixed. This is what sounds like when a silicon human fakes an orgasm… Suddenly the drive to fakeness, the pump and twist, legislated feelings and frogs in the kitchen make perfect sense. Its like I said, everything is as intended and that, itself, is mind bending.

Say what you want about Rick but he had that mothership connection hence why he recorded without kicks as he clicked the funk is in the floor and that makes its presence felt when one is in resonance. Its like a hundred straight lines just hit in a hundred games of Tetris that a hundred versions of me were playing in the same instance but in general ignorance of the rest. Its so multiversal! And, in that instance, we all said:

“Wait a second!“.

And became timeless immortals fully cognizant of the links and the implications of this are protoctistal. Like a feathered serpent riding the Van Allan belts at death to escape reincarnation as we’re literally a molecule of something else. Something which is “no thing”‘ but everything, all at the same instance. Playthings of the gods held hostage by real devils who had you a shovel and blueprint, to spec, to dig a reality tunnel, par excellence, that demands one runs the treadmill whilst ticking the “Supposed To” boxes to get another pat on the head as teachers pet whilst parents grin at report cards that said:

“Little Timmy is simply the best are regurgitating what we said, on cue, for the test which means he’s lining up to be a square watermelon, real well”.

Tell me that isn’t how it is and I’ll call you a liar, par excellence, that manufacturers proof, for the fibs they sell themselves… The shadows depth is so immense that most don’t even suspect they’re in the Valley of the Plebs and that is what makes the trick so effective as they merely class it as “being human‘” without comprehending their true strength and potential that is buried under layers upon layers of conditioning, common resonance and all types of blips that are, routinely, edited from their consciousness.

Now more than ever it seems that the entire fate of the world hangs in a very fine balance hence why I exhort one should do the Knowledge because the upsides are immense for, in the end, the Game takes place inside your awareness. But ye, the Slave/Masters already knew this, yes? This is the part I’m trying to comprehend because if you truly are aware of the ins and outs of wearing flesh then the way you go about it makes very little sense to me but, then again, I’m not an adept. At least, not on this spin but that does make me wonder why the rivers of higher awareness beget a familiar newness as well as the modes and methods you lot implement on the reg. So the question is, I guess, what is my role in all of this? Better yet, what comes next?

One of the strange things about creating the Path by walking is you, literally, don’t have a clue of what comes next as its never presented on any official curriculum or syllabus ergo one must flex but not bend, listen but not be taken in and, above all else, to thine own Self be true. What more can I do than tell it how it is, in that respect? The thing is you, reading, have been coerced, conditioned and cascaded through so many filters of consciousness that they’re invisible and thus man wrestles with parts of an elephant, firmly convinced of the narrative and missing whats right in front of them. Isn’t the hint about the number, devilish, being six, six, six and how that links with the flesh you’re wearing Self evident? What of the correlate in terms of the time spent in bed versus the rest wandering the planet? Haven’t you ever wondered how and why it seems that time dilates when dreaming and what the implications of this are as why would nature, as miserly generous as she is, expound immense chunks of energetics creating nocturnal visions for your entertainment? Could there be more to the obvious that is so fine, so subtle that a calloused consciousness cannot grasp it?

Methinks that is an interesting avenue for exploration as the side effects may include the start of a spiritual awakening and, let me tell thee, things are never the same again after you comprehend that you simply cannot be the voice in your head when you are that which listens to it. See what I mean about the Dual Reality Principle and how it spins in two opposite yet complementary decisions and we, in the midst, are effects of the cause it begets that manifests as torus fields of coherence along with the movement of celestial events and their earthbound references? What is most mind blowing about all of this is how there is but one story, in the end, and that can be extrapolated, again, to suggest you are the only Soul on the planet and I’m a figment of your imagination. How else can ten men view one and draw such radically different conclusions?

Are these the type of things you converse on in private, my old friends turned teachers, par excellence? If so, why do so few of your adepts speak on this or is that part of the secret tradition? Whats with all the suffering? Granted, in my case, it turned a coal into a diamond. Why do I feel like some type of special project that is beta testing an upgraded OS not available to the rest yet? Is that what kicks? If so that would explain the observation and shifts of variables to map my reactions then, wouldn’t it? One could also argue that that means the one who flip and become schizophrenic simply didn’t manage to swim in the seas of higher consciousness and that, once again, links with the Industrial Revolution that originated in the land of stiff upper lips from where those who were on the receiving end of an exodus set up encampment and, currently, wave triple crosses in your dish as a not so coded statement of intent.

And yet, still I rise.

I look at those who lived and died within the grip of these machinations and I find a common thread. They are all immensely empathetic, often troubled, frequently came from less and, usually, meet an early death for trying to buck the trends. After that their image is repackaged and selt to the rest with a vital aspect missing:

What would’ve came next.

Who would Malcolm X had been if his reign wasn’t cut short by hands in pockets that pulled out semi automatics? Same with Pac and Big. Marley as well. The list is endless but they all have the fact that they’re were wildly creative and set a bar others couldn’t even imagine, let alone hit. Is it, as I suspect, a side effect of the training? Did they too climb the pyramid and then reject the final solution as they chose to take their Soul home instead of playing ball with rules and parameters, deceptive? If I am correct in what I suspect that this world is a broken reflection of a higher realm then what of the one above it and then again and again and again? If there are turtles in descent what ascends? These are the things I’m wondering as I sit in my four corner room, alone, staring at candles and pondering the true nature of consciousness and its flame, eternal. Me and ye both know from whence this springs and how it made its journey to the West so if all of this is as intended then that means that I, too, have my place in the macro and microcosm, yes?

The role played by parentage, friends, kith and kin in all of this really made my head spin. Ten Eighty degrees, to be accurate. Each step bought nothing but traumatic programs and when I went to war with them I was hit by a Two Eleven, both ends. It appears that some, up there, don’t like me and wish to prevent the full manifest and yet there must be another, more powerful, that has decided I’m her favorite. A plaything of the gods… It has a certain ring, doesn’t it?

The next half of precession and what it begets via technological progress seems to be a foregone conclusion, and yet, even that, to me, seems like a retread as the future memories keep seeping in. I’ve come to the conclusion that what we term schizophrenics are those who have a malfunctioning resonance with time and, on some level, reject the programming. This, I suspect, is bought about by their parents who send mixed messages during development, par excellence, but do they do it via free will or is that too scripted? Each step brings new answers but they only beget better questions as I up my res but the past year seems to have had many stops (and blocks) pulled out and melted. Like ice becoming water which recollects its actually steam, eternal, wearing flesh. If you all Know this then how come you stave off death as long as you can whilst dealing it to the rest who meekly inherit the earth that is laid upon them as they’re dropped into a coffin before having their consciousness recycled for another spin?

Five points in reverse. The ruler of optics and all beautiful who sprang from the loins, fully formed, of the one who killed the old king to usher in the new order of the ages as old angels became new devils. Its a Game as old as the empire itself. Did it ever end or simply ascend to pull strings from a place most cannot imagine and fewer still dare tread? The fact that I’ve dodged bullets so well has me pondering hence why I said I cannot hate the gifts you sent as they allow me to speak like this with a view so in depth that I truly wonder how many can comprehend it without taking the steps? What if they’re not supposed to? Henrietta became immortal but what did she truly gain from such experimentation? As we slide further and further into the forest of illusion how many look overhead and listen to what life is saying because nothing is hid to those whose ears are whispered in by the lips of wisdom.

Well, these are the latest words from your correspondent who is currently paddling upstream in a world, downhill. Does everyone have to take this test, at some point, if they wish to ascend? Is it the equivalent of learning how to ride with no stabilization and thus the bumps and bruises are learning lessons? Did you already know what I’ve just discovered? If so then why is the world like this? There is something I’m not getting and that is next in my quest to comprehend the shadows depth because, in the end, there is no “out there” without “in here” projecting it as the tele/microscope spins and does its bit to make beasts of men who, soon, will be hybridized by silicon after the herd has been thinned but thats another topic…

By the way, what does the moose have to do with all of this? The goat has been decoded and if what I think is correct then a lot about a little makes way more sense as the twin currents do their thing as does the rest of ascending descent and nature of the grand treadmill with thirteen steps in either direct. The other element I’m still pondering as the link to the shining serpent is evident as is the cow, sacred, so where do I fit into all of this? Am I leading or being lead?

Thirteen plus one times ten with four, sprinkled aka the 8% capable of Knowing the Ledge. Recollect, the chosen ones choose themselves… The ratios never fib when you’ve learned divine mathematics and one plus one equals eleven, yes? Thats a far greater rate of interest than anything the teacher said would be on the test as the one who flew over the cuckoos nest, met the fork in the road but didn’t turn right or left as he was Centered in Self and thus another option presents…

Till we meet again

Its Not Who They Are Outside

I’m quite sure you’ve heard how beauty is only skin deep, yes? Whoever penned that axiom obviously didn’t envision the Instagram generation who’d filter their pics to death in the quest for perfection as walls warped to make rear ends more buxom and breasts, voluptuous. Actually, this isn’t the topic but I was reading online about how there are apps that will take your basic image and then “perfect” it by doing all types of camera tricks. I tried one, at its incep, and thought it was an odd effect that made my skin look like porcelain whilst my eyes were dazzling. Granted this was a long time ago and the recent tech apparently looks a lot more fluid and human but, man, what a mind F. I don’t know if you’ve ever watched Red Dwarf but there was an episode in which Rimmer, commensurate failure, par excellence, met a parallel version of himself that was all he ever imagined and then some. He hated him, intensely. They, of course, made him look much more attractive with a becoming manner and swagger whilst also being self effacingly gregarious so those around him adored his presence whilst the standard version was generally detested and rejected. Even by the robotic help. “Ouch” must have went the fabricated inner realms of this caricature of a person. And yet, that is exactly whats happening at the present, isn’t it? People get to meet their ultimate version and then, if they can afford it, get the surgery to mimic it. Let me let you into a little secret:

The confidence is only skin deep as the upgraded you with bolt ons and implants doesn’t possess the same Inner Sense from back when that comes with its constant reinforcement that you are special because you’re attractive. Its quite an interesting thing as that in built confidence is what actually draws most people in, beyond the visage which is ironic as its the dish that got them the mindset so the machine of perpetual perfection doth spin. Science isn’t at the point yet where they can upgrade your internal OS, with a click, but I’d be willing to bet that if we took two potential versions of a looksmaxer and left one, unfiltered, but with a pimped out head that Knew (capital K) they were the best and ultimate versus the one who was still invested in the narrative of seeing imperfection being reflected but was now nipped, tucked, trimmed and re-presented the former would have way more success with the opposite sex, happiness and sense of contentment. I say all of that to say its not who they are outside but what is within for yours is the Kingdom, my friend. Its all about being comfortable in your skin, coherent and resonant which nearly nobody is at present as the web has done a number on their head. As intended. By the way, that has absolutely nothing to do with the main topic as that is of a whole nother intent so consider that a pre-tangent to the main quest:

I recently discovered that nearly my whole lineage are adepts of a black magick thing and, of this, I was entirely ignorant. It feels like I’ve manifested into a Philip K Dick script in which some kind of strange, dual reality based experiment is being conducted with a live specimen who doesn’t fully comprehend what is happening as a shadowy team behind a smoky curtain pull all types of strings. On some level I suspected this, back when, but always pushed the thought out of my head and back into my chest as I numbed my Self with the finest distractions a man can get. I mean, its hard enough living in this world but doing it dolo whilst strapped with this gnosis is pretty much asking for a one way ticket to the insane asylum, isn’t it? Oddly, every schizo I’ve met, ever, also had a strained relationship with one or both parents and its usually the maternal aspect that presented the greatest problem that led to their later fracturing awareness producing all types of hallucinations which I know see are totally accurate and well within reason of what truly kicks. Hence no due process, appeal to a rep or anything else beyond a depot injection in the rear end and or a padded cell if they won’t accept the script. I, thankfully, avoided this misstep thanks, in part, to the many conversations we had as, lucid or tripping, I was always me to them which, for someone set adrift in a world ever changing, was like meeting gods gift ergo they spoke, freely, without fear of judgement and listened to what I said as I encouraged them to feel around in this state of expanded awareness whilst discounting their vision as it was obviously that aspect that was being pimped. Did you know these so called mad men do not fall for optical illusions that have the rest of the world, entranced? Read that back again and link it with what I said, off rip, as you do the Knowledge.

Now, these events got a young jit pondering as I wanted to know what made me so special that the local lunatics flocked to me by the bakers dozen and couldn’t wait to share their insights which were perfectly cogent and, invariably, consistent across many contestants. That part I found really fascinating because they all said, to a man, that some invisible presence was tampering with their consciousness and pimping their mind which was something I was also quite familiar with. Later I would discover this is what SRA does best so does that mean the intent at the helm of this realm is nothing less than wicked? If so it makes sense why another force keeps sending prophets that are killed stone dead, yes? It also ticks a box of why so many schizos claim to be Jesus or a Soul on a divine mission that is beset by the tyrannies of evil men and the principalities that fuel them. Forewarned is forearmed and thus my spiritual ducks bills were popping like he who guzzles spinach when life presented its bill and whipped the deception it had built from my eyelids as my reaction was quite different to the standard. My immense gratitude to all of those who made this possible, on both sides of the fence, as its what built the mindset I’m about to share with the web:

Its not who they are outside your consciousness but what they rep within via the fields of resonance that makes all of the difference. This applies to straight heads as well because haven’t you ever suspected how odd it is that you can show one man to ten people and they all draw their own opinions? Some would say he’s arrogant, others call him a condescending prick who thinks he’s gods gift whilst others are totally enamored and hang on each word that drips as some listen with amusement and a few can’t wait to call him their best friend. I always found that fascinating and, once upon a when, I asked a friend on the playground what would kick if I scooped all of the inner resonance of his closest compatriot and placed them inside the form of one he detested. He, of course, looked at me like I’d flipped my lid and said:

You’re a weird guy you know that?

I don’t doubt it and now is that time ten to the power of infinitum, I guess. To me that blip is probably what made the difference between a breakdown and breakthrough as the thing with trauma, timelines and trance is the mid is invisible to the well adjusted so the latter is impossible to comprehend whilst within as its akin to a dream like consciousness whereas the former is the rude awakening that, in my case, dented my (false) self via the use of magical spells of incantations mixed with drugs and sex magick. Thankfully, by the time this kicked, I was no stranger to Self as I’d spent decades introspecting as a lot of the resonance between me and these so called madmen was what the establishment calls paranoia but I prefer to term as full spectrum thinking. After all, you can’t be on a skitz if they truly are out to get and what proves this, perfect, then telling someone who medicates you against your will with no due process or ability to appeal what they can only test via observation that issues a damning stamp and label before filling your rear end with depot injections and as many pills as you can handle? There was an interesting experiment in which students of a psychological bent were sent into said establishments and reported a very benign form of hallucination that bore very little significance with anything beyond a sound that occasionally repeated in their heads. They were placed under observation, intense, as they went around doing what they did best. Bare in mind, these people were not crazy nor were they acting a script for television sets. And yet every single action was interpreted via the lens of they’re as nutty as one can get by these so called professionals who took the journaling of one student as “excessive rumination” and another who protested her innocence that nothing was wrong an it was all an experiment as proof positive of a paranoid mindset that was attempting to Game the system to gain her freedom. Even when the professor stepped in to reclaim his charges they faced an uphill battle where the “pros” refused to relent. So strong was their paradigm and that really, really got me thinking when I first read of this experiment. Oh, for sure, it was pooh poohed by academics who said it bore an intense stench and wasn’t compliant with the scientific method but, when shared with those who actually lived the lyrics, they all nodded their head and said:

“Thats exactly how it is. If you complain, they up the meds. If you try and reign it in they call you a suppressive and, guess what, up your meds until you’re drooling on yourself and incapable of anything. Its a conspiracy!” they all said. As you can guess such comments would get them an increased dosage and if they resisted a swift beating as well. You’d be surprised to learn how many took advantage of those with such fragile mental health which, no doubt, affirmed their mindset that these were demons dressed in flesh or not entirely human as they wasn’t a shred of the humane about them. Once again, wild tangent but its all interlinked as I pondered how one should never trust an atom as they make up everything and, in the end, the only logical conclusion is we’re interacting with figments of our imagination using varying degrees of trance in which certain things are accepted and expected whilst others are verboten to be expressed in the presence of those well adjusted to such immense social sickness. That was like a straight line in Tetris moment and thus came an imperiment in which, like shades of playground – but pimped, picked someone I generally detested and then spent more time trying to see the best in them instead of silently uttering, in my head, “There goes that fool again. I hope he slips on a banana peel. That would be amusing” as I built the image using imagination. What I chose was the flip of this reflex as I thought “Oh look, there goes that fine gent whose clothes are always so neatly pressed and it seems he’s polished his shoes with extra intent today as they’re positively shining”. At first it felt so forced, fake and inauthentic but, in the name of science, I continued and, after a month or so, it became entirely natural and done without effort as I’d note his presence with either a positive or no comment. Interestingly so his behavior toward me started shifting as he volunteered to help for certain bits and stopped doing things I thought were irritating.

This, as you can imagine, was super interesting and almost lead to a megalomaniacal head trip that would have made the manic depressive section that dropped in feel an immense resonant sync as well as the schizos who felt identical but couldn’t quite express the sentiment as many thought the process was flipped. Did you know that one of the most common open secrets in the field of mental health is that those dealing with these patients will always have an interesting story to tell in which the madman picks up a thread from their private narrative like he has access to information that isn’t present? It could be something as subtle as restating a line from an argument they had with an ex they were begging to come see them last night after a bout of drunk dialing to offset their intense loneliness down to a detailed description of what they ate for breakfast that AM. Ask them, they’ll all tell the same tale and, yet again, no so called scientist thinks this is of interest. Well, I do and did because whilst lemonade was once a popular drink (and still is) its what goes into this magical mix that gets me thinking. Try this:

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

This is akin to seeing the code of Matrix and best believe the architect has his Agents on deck and thus the flying monkeys are sent to prevent the effect of this gnosis spreading to the rest as it could slip them out of the trance and reality tunnel they didn’t know they’d been trained to dig. Fascinating, isn’t it? Well, I think it is. Do you? Think, that is? Most accept Thunk and its the off brand equivalent that generates pre thought chunks of thought in your head that you’re “free” to rearrange as you wish but always end up generating outcomes, predictable. You know where that road leads, Neo. Schizos, on the other hand walk along crazy paving that seems to obey no rules regulations hence “Quick, to the mental asylum!” is the song the pros sing whilst being entirely unaware of the part they’re playing in their own suppression. As. I said, earth shattering implications, yes? Well, they would be if that voice in your head wasn’t actively rejecting the hypothesis by making you feel uncomfortable in your skin by what is said and then projecting that stress onto these words which is not that different from the modern paper thin skin gen saying they’re feeling “triggered” by someone when, in reality, its their poor management of their energetics that should be called into question… This will never happen as the System encourages your near total dependence on it and will encourage this type of weakness as a strength. Orwell would be proud whilst Huxley is citing someone tripping the light fantastic in resonance with the schizos who picked the locks on the doors of perception that the mystics kicked off the hinges. Some screamed this from the top of the hills as the passion overflowed from them. Others kept it quiet and a few used the Knowledge to control the rest and insisted folks take their meds for even suggesting something so ridiculous.

What a strange world in which we live, yes? Is it, as I suspect, a realm that the inmates revolted in, back when, and took over the asylum then normalized groupthink so any who color in outside lines preset must be sedated and medicated against their will because they’re obviously incorrect and a threat to the Matrix? Doesn’t that make perfect sense as to why another Prime, pre-existing force that is the source of everywhen keeps sending prophets with a message that says, more or less, “The Game of Souls has you, my friend”. There go the shades of being megalomaniac again! But then, that perspect simply came from the condensed imperience, imperiments and introspection that were detailed in this text as well as countless interactions with those on both sides of the fence and countless other interested bystanders who just happened to drop in, tune up and listen as I kicked the ballistics on my latest hypothesis which, as always, was a strong opinion, loosely held. That, interestingly enough, is something common between both the in and outsane as they have an intense grip of what they Thunk it is whereas the mystic, poet and shaman are far more elastic with it and thus freer to bend than snap in the face of such overwhelming ignorance of what truly kicks in this realm. Is it a fools errand to attempt to awaken a nation, sleepwalking, who believe they are not somnambulating but totally cogent? To them you would be the madman whereas, to thee, the truth is Self evident. That is why I’ve said, time and again, this world prefers elegant deceptions to the genuine article as its easier to fool someone than convince them they’ve been tricked. All roads lead to the architect!

Three K words later and I still haven’t got to the main message I started with after the initial tangent…

I recently discovered that nearly my whole lineage are adepts of a black magick thing. Those who aren’t are long dead and thus I’m cut from a cloth they no longer create in this realm and that, evidently, makes me a major threat as I remind you of the things you were made to forget but this I couldn’t have done without them ergo the Win or Learn mindset gets one to a place of consciousness which is beyond good and evil and this, interestingly, is mentioned in ancient spiritual texts written by adepts that posit two birds sitting in the selfsame tree called reality. One eats the sweet and sour fruits of life whilst the other looks on, dispassionately. Ain’t that something? The bit I find fascinating is how they predicted, to a tee, the world we’re living in. Dig:

“When thieves are kings and so called religious men diddle little kids and the next generation is RIP before they even begin as the age of darkness is present and man is ignorant of the true scheme of things and the immense power trapped within”.

Pretty amazing for an old text, yes? I’m paraphrasing but one must comprehend that before they pushed the pen it was an oral tradition for gen and that, itself, is a huge topic due to the hemispheric implications of a bicameral consciousness and the vastly differing worlds they beget. For example, if you ask most in this realm what pops in their head when god is mentioned they get an angry White man yelling at them from a cloud, overhead, yes? And yet if we spin back the clock to a point distant it was the friendly and curvy countenance of a Black woman, nurturing, with ample bosom and hips. It is, quite literally, a mind Game of epic proportions thats built on the Yan and Ying which is the same as the One and Zero that powers the tech you’re using to read this as well as your own bioelectrical circuits as well as the forthcoming sex robot revolution. What? You didn’t click you’d been trained to “turn on” your forthcoming friend made of silicon via the stealthy use of symbols and influence for generations:

If you study the past then predicting the future is a cinch and its even more simplistic if you stay two steps ahead and create a false narrative in the heads of those plugged in as the true explication of power is being able to define something and have others accept it, no question, as they start to live your lyrics and Thunk they pushed the pen. Did you know there once was a time when man didn’t have a voice in his head? Mix that in with the fact that we may have sang and danced as opposed to walking and talking then sprinkle on a bit of what I mentioned about the angry cloud yell and the happy nurturing and you’ll see its all saying the same thing about these seasons of consciousness in this immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. I mean, can you imagine being one of those flash frozen mammoths that are chilling in the arctic at present? At one time the weather was fresh and clement and you’re just doing your thing and next the heat dips and you’re left wondering what the hell just happened. But nope, slow and steady is what they say or maybe they just push this narrative so many die when the end times kick and they hide underground or up a hill then descend on the rest as gods among men. Say, you don’t think that could’ve happened before, do you? Wouldn’t that be something? Certainly would answer a lot of questions, wouldn’t it? And, once again, we didn’t even touch the main thread that runs red and runs through the timestream of this floating insane asylum of the abyss so I’ll sprinkle a brief hint and take that as a cue to make a vid instead as I tend to wax lyrical when pushing the pen as opposed to going direct with audio visuals:

I didn’t get mad at the rollercoaster. Meaning there is no point gnashing and wailing at my fam for doing what they did or anyone else as none of them exist without my consciousness to encode and decode their presence ergo they are simply outer barometers pointing at internal temps that have their own vibrant resonance which serves as a cue and clue for me to trace inside my awareness via a process I’ve termed doing the Knowledge as each step increases my resolution and brings into stark relief a world that is actually way more magical and interesting than most would ever allow themselves to suspect as the voice in the head says “Gobbledygook, navel gazing BS. I mean, those immense run on sentence are a tell he’s selling nothing but word salad. I don’t believe a bit of it” and by that he means you, the one listening, shouldn’t. And you know what? 81% will nod their head and do just this as they can’t find a chunk of Thunk that fits the outlined description but that isn’t the saddest bit. The worst part is they never even stopped to reflect that they cannot be the voice that sounds just like them when they are actually that which is listening and this, my friend, is what the schizo, poet and mystic did with varying degrees of success as some frogs stretched their legs of higher consciousness and leapt from the hells kitchen – much to the chagrin of the chef – whilst others simply ended up in the fire from the pot of water, boiling, which the rest accept without questioning. Oh, and to tie it all with a nice bow and string which shows I’m not actually rambling on tangents but decoding then encoding a larger fractal at a higher res via this text:

Have you ever noticed how you don’t actually Thunk you sound correct on a recording compared to the silkier and smoother tones that manifest inside your head that you accept as an accurate rep of your true resonance? Ponder this, not even at depth, and you’ll find the antecedent of the Instagram gen and their adventures in editing which all points to larger intent, coherent, that is unfolding a false reality as the real thing to a people plugged in and yet totally ignorant of not only the grand scale of the deception but their own powers of consciousness. And with that it’s said:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

The First Coal to Become a Diamond

Did you hear about the first coal to become a diamond? Way before he started shining he felt the pressure climbing and yet no one round him could see what he sensed. They thought he was strange, different, not one of them. Sure on the surface he presented all of the familiar things from their environment but it was obvious from what issued from his lips that his inner processes were totally different. His parents hated him because they thought he was stubborn even though it was in his veins to resist. He didn’t yet know this nor have an inkling what he’d become after he’d flip the script. Nor did he know the agonies he’d endure on his own that none could relate.

Like a stranger in a strange land he just did what he could and what felt to get ahead because he knew he wasn’t like them and deep down was glad to be different, even though he wondered if this was a coping mechanism to reject them before they did him. To say it was a lonely existence would be an understatement even though there were those that were drawn to him, inexplicably, for reasons they couldn’t fathom but wanted to stand next only to find his environment so intense that they couldn’t endure it. They, at least, started to get a small inkling of what made him, him and it was beyond their scope of comprehension.

Everywhere he went he created friction because of the alchemy going on within that projected outside to his environment and those coals felt in their Souls that something was happening and it terrified them due to its implications. Now his parents reactions started to make sense because they’d detected it pouring out of him since he was born and they where stuck with him till he could fend for himself. In this respect he proved very successful because not only could he take but he could give a dig that made the rest step back and reappraise their next course of action and thus grew the legend.

Inside he felt like he was dying. Every day drew out the worst of him and he felt the pain searing through his veins like a flame that tortured his awareness and made him curse his sentience because the rest couldn’t comprehend, empathize or supply guidance as he was the first and thus creating the Path by walking to a destination unknown. If the road to hell is paved with good intent then the spiral staircase to heaven is laced with suffering. But then, just when he thought he’d reached his limit and could no long take any more of this, there was a shift. Something happened and there is no way to quantify it but its like the pain just ended. No. Thats not it. The pain didn’t end. He just got used to it and… and… “Whats the word?” he thinks before shining with awareness “Thats it! Transcended”.

Now more than ever those who were around him complained and itched. His very presence got under their skin and they couldn’t stand the sight of him and yet at the same time those that were initially attracted were now stuck to him like a magnet because he glistened in the darkness and shone like a beacon that was iridescent.

Some said he was red. Others saw blue. A few claimed purple and so many other hues. When they compared notes they were universally confused at what was going on with this coal that glows and stands alone so they simply had to know. The diamond explodes in rage and sends them all scattering because the questions they’re asking he’s been searching for answers his whole existence and is no closer to an explanation now than he was back then as they scurry away, trembling.

He sits quietly by himself and stares at the reflections of the facets and notices he now can observe not just him but his environment from so many angles at once and this wasn’t the case before he’d just vented. “Interesting” he thinks “So the pressure that was outside is now within. You could say I’ve mastered what was already present by ejecting the Adulteration and these” he says glancing at the fine connections akin to a nervous system “are now conducting the radiance of Inner Sense as all that was impure is no longer an influence”.

You’ve just heard about the first coal who became a diamond so when you see him shining remember the life that he lived to arrive at these heights meant plumbing into the depths to marshal a strength we all posses whilst most just acquiesce to weakness and thus remain in their base state as they enjoy the parade and are totally unaware of the gifts which can only be unwrapped in the present moment.

Some could say its a horses for courses deal and there lies the truth of reality as it will meet you on your level and deliver what you wish as it forces you to find your strength. Tell that to those who it beats, daily, to their knees and keeps them there with all kinds of camera tricks as the mind pimps are quite slick when it comes to this and the last thing they want is for you to gain gnosis – especially comprehending you aren’t the voice in your head that insists on coal programming your carbon interfaced sentience as it remembers to forget its actually eternal and just visiting this realm.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. See, there are upsides to shining bright in the darkness.

Till we meet again

Magic, Movies, Myth and the Matrix

“Its just entertainment, man. Why do you have to look so deep into everything and make it some tinfoil nutjob raving?” he said as I offered the suggest that in Nine Nine the world was on the brink of a quantum leap of consciousness about the nature of reality and this construction we’re in. He continued:

“The very idea that a movie like the Matrix defused this collective potential is, putting it mildly, preposterous. Now, listen, I know you have this pet theory you’ve been nurturing since the playground that we’re inside a huge Game that we play using our Souls as credits and, I’ll admit, it was initially fascinating but you’ve been beating this drum for so long that I’ve had enough of it”. This came in response to my suggestion that Neo repped Jesus who, in turn, was an encoded reference to our divine consciousness that is currently hemmed between two hemispheres of ignorance in our heads that offer their own suggestions and manipulation that, to most, are invisible as water to a fish.

“Jesus is real, my religion is just this and it has absolutely nothing to do with this damn flick laced with amazing special effects, get it?”. His response, verbally, was quite vicious ergo I knew a nerve had been hit but the fact that I’d mentioned the Game of Souls hypothesis before as well as the resonance of Christ consciousness means the concepts were not new to him. No, what did it was when I suggested there was a, hitherto unquestioned, link between the silver screen and all I’d been cogitating since I wondered if my brain caught signals like the TV set did and, if so, from whence did they come and am I them or the flesh? Heavy thoughts for a prepubescent but the simple fact is we do most of our best thinking in single digits before the System does its thing and replaces them with nice, predictable chunks of Thunk instead. Are there parallels between “reality” and “fiction”? Is there any real demarcation? What if its a one fish, two fish spooky action a distance type thing which is actually a camera trick as there is but one source that runs all of this?

The chap in question really, really enjoyed the flick. He watched it again and again and raved about it no end. Until this conversation, that is. I too was taken by it but couldn’t help but spot the resonance with a lesser known movie titled Dark City that hit before it did. Well, not exactly as it flopped because nobody watched it. I did though as it had the guy who created The Crow at the helm. In a nutshell there is a quite a lot in common as both deal with false realities, a man who is chosen and possess the strength to alter what is and how most walk around in perpetual ignorance without ever questioning the script. Much like the Agents there is a force who stands against who are actually aliens wearing flesh who share but one mind between them. Sounds a tad schizo, yes? Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. If you haven’t seen it I’d suggest you do. The big difference between them is that the one that hit features dazzling special effects that, until then, had never manifested in this realm ergo people flocked to see it. How many of them pondered at depth the significance of Neo hiding his hacking tools in the hollowed out shell of a book based on simulation and copies with no original? Very Gnostic, yes? This is the same thing that Jesus was saying (in my lens) hence the “Know ye not ye are gods” ethering he delivered whilst whipping the skin off the natives that were pimping the rest in his own equivalent of bullet time. Let get it cracking!

Both of these tales are based on Platos Cave hypothesis which the Bard reffed as a Stage and I call the Game of Souls phenomenon. This story is as old as the hills as the Vedics termed it Maya (aka the grand illusion of being human) and we have Dreamtime, the Songlines as well as the realm of spirit frequented by Shamans who all attest none of this is actually as solid as it presents and reality is far more plastic as its held together by those who invest in whatever is said. Case in point, if someone got on the wrong side of the medicine man he’d point his magic stick at them and say they’d be dead before the third sunset. Unerringly, this happened. On the flip consider that a man in a white coat can hand out pills that may contain absolutely nothing but the people of good faith reports miracles in his wake. See what I’m saying? To take it to another tangent I hope you can think about COVID having most scared to death whereas I, disconnected from the news (as its bad for your health) spent the first forty five minutes of this new wavelength in rapturous bliss feeling really I am Legendish as I strongly suspected everyone was dead or had vanished and I was the last man left in the realm and the adventure of a lifetime was about to begin… Getting back on trend:

“The idea that Morpheus is John the Baptist, Cypher is Judas, Trinity, Mary Magdalene and Neo is Jesus is flat out blasphemous, disrespectful as hell and I’m sincerely considering ending our friendship if you don’t relent with this madness. Please. Cease, this instant”. Being who I is I couldn’t resist but fast forward to this bit which I called to his attention and asked him to quote the reference:

His face wrinkled with consternation as this was totally solid and, as you can guess, I’d been poring over this trilogy with a lens, high res, as I set my mind adrift and let it see what those Hollywood pimps were attempting to do with my awareness.

“Pure coincidence. Its not even reffed correct. You’re clutching at straws, my friend” said a man who I felt was holding onto a brick of ignorance when I knew he could swim, very well. In many ways we’re all like this, I guess. I just comprehend the fact whilst living and thus, in some sense, made it my mission to wander and ponder the workings of others inner realms and how the black mirror effect with some red, blue and green pixels can do such amazing things. I said:

“The first Matrix being perfect is the Garden of Eden and that was an immense hint and, at the end of the trilogy, we see the imagery most blatant as he stands with arms, outstretched. Not to mention that his name, government, is the “Son of Man” whereas his own picked handle is the One, but anagram ie the cipher presets to the eyes of wisdom but the ignorant place shades upon them as the light is dazzling ergo they do not comprehend“. This bought a wry grin to his countenance as one of the things we did converse on, at length, is how there are layers to sacred texts that the profane do not get and my Christ Consciousness hypothesis did make him think. So why the strong reaction to what I said about a flick that he’d seen an infinite number of times with a rapturous grin on his countenance? I cannot tell. Neither could he as he simply refused to dive in and had placed this section of his mind off limits which I found most interesting.

Magic, movies and myth. All three are the same thing but seen from different lenses, my friend. I have previously mentioned how, back when, stories were the equivalent of the internet and the symbols therein contained passwords to access the gifts as spelled out in the Devils trident article I’ll link. They all require the focused use of intent, a driven narrative, underlying structure and resonance but, most important, a cause to be effected. This is, I suspect, the power of Hollywoods spells which, by the way, are the same thing the Druids used to do their own magick tricks…

I strongly suspect that without this celluloid prophylactic that prevented the gestation of higher consciousness in man we would have seen a huge awakening in the collective about what is currently termed the Simulation Hypothesis. Why do I say this? Well, there is the “What you watch and what it says about you” concept – which recently made a major leap in res that blew my old mindset to shreds and I’m now quite certain is exceedingly accurate – and how much symbolism was woven into this narrative. By the way, I will go on record and state that I do not believe, in any way shape or form, that the writers credited for this flick are the only ones who had input in the script. The tonal shift and lack of depth was evident as the trilogy did progress and, in my imagination, the third flick featured Neo being corrupted, becoming evil and attacking his old friends whilst Smith was forced into the role of a reluctant messiah, par excellence, as he only exists in opposition, as per his programming. During the course of this we’d see Neo developing more and more awareness of Self until he sees that Morpheus and the clique are acting as unwitting agents of ignorance and how their “escape plan” is actually no such thing as he clicks the trick of binary opposites (aka the one and zero of the Matrix) and thus gains the keys to transcendence (ie he is pure consciousness) which hint that Zion itself was part of the construction aka a false heaven carved from a real hell but designed to keep them engaged and thus perpetuate the illusion and thats just the start of his gnosis…

To say I was disappointed by what they presented would be an understatement, yes? You’ll note they have never, ever captured the magic of this first flick and the sheer depth and breadth of the esoterica woven in has kept it ever fresh for one who views with a Warriors lens as each spin brings new bits of info to my awareness hence why I’ve said it was an immense spell cast upon the plebs to prevent the realization that:

A) They are pure consciousness, wearing flesh, in a false realm.
B) Those at the helm know this but are well versed in the art of deception.
C) They are all linked in to one mind shared between them and thus are not creative as they’re built to destroy things.
D) The sheer amount of oppression against the protagonist suggests they knew who he was before he was even aware of it and
E) This is why someone keeps sending prophets the other side kills dead then weaves a narrative, esoteric, around what was said to generate further conflict and division under the guise of the opposite.

Sadly I never got to have this convo with him as time progressed then I moved and when I jet I tend to lose contact with all of the previous environment as its often marked by an immense shift in resonance after extended introspection hence spiritual development is a solo thing because one thing imperience says is people tend to get uncomfortable when your view keeps enlarging and your mindset, changing, as they prefer a simple and staid version that colors in within the lines, preset, and believes the same as whats in their heads. This I don’t ergo the statement that, like Jon Snow, I know not a thing. But, I do have a never ending stream of ever increasingly fresh questions that make me ponder, at depth, what truly kicks in this realm and the deeper meaning. I mean, anyone who writes, creatively, has often seen what they’ve wrote in ink manifest at some place else as a curious resonance between the imagination and what is. I have a theory about this and it, in a pencil sketch, goes like this:

Imagine we lived on Flatland. The place is a sheet of paper and, to those plugged in, the fact there there is a plane of reality missing is beyond the question as they simply can’t imagine it. Lets pretend that a man escapes the page and sees the desk upon which a little boy sits, scribbling, for his art projection. He takes the scene in and then is placed back within the construction. How the heck would he implain what kicks to the denizens of paper and ink who believe they are what they were told, back when? Something as simple as a sphere would fill them with fear as its beyond their ken. Those who stopped and pondered it could only, at best, imagine a circle of varying depth that manifests in then vanishes from their realm. Kind of like what your cat looks at, invisible, as it walks from one end of the room to the next before it gets back to grooming, yes? More to heaven and earth, my friend.

Via this lens we can now suspect and extrapolate there are parents who pay the bills, a whole house within which he lives and how the kid is part of a larger ecosystem, yes? This, in a nutshell, is what I suspect kicks aka the 4Dxo perspective. Dig:

You have the Prime, the pre-existing one who is pure consciousness aka a cloud of undifferentiated consciousness. Underneath this we have the Agents, Archons, fallen angels – call them what you will, its irrelevant – who built this material realm. They are to him as falling rain is to vapor trails. Below, in Flatland, we have the three dimension where we wear flesh – like sentient snowmen – frozen in the lowest state of vibration and thus totally ignorant of what truly kicks.

I suspect that, from Nine Nine onwards, more people were going to realize this. Heck, if you were around for the Wild West days of Youtube you’ll know well it was filled with conspiracy heads and pirated movie films. The rest of the booty shaking and calls to action came later as this medium was gripped by those who, solo, had pondered at depth lifes ravages and mysteries and thus could not wait to connect with those of a similar wavelength. Its telling how, now, you cannot even search for said content because whilst it exists (if you possess the link) its hidden in the depths as the algo does its thing. Add in a dead internet, bots and reality shaping as well as the forthcoming race of Techno Sapiens and it makes you wonder, doesn’t it? One of the last things I said to my friend, for his consideration, was this:

“Statistically, what are the odds of the Sixties gen growing up with a Superman named Reeve who did amazing things and flew for immense distances whilst we, Eighties kids, have a modern day equivalent that sports the same resonance? We’re in a fractal, simple as this and I suspect people were going to realize the trick and start seeing the code of the Matrix like why you can tell, ten out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of your head or those odd dreams, precognitive, and a zillion and one other blips that most stumble over but pick themselves up and act like nothing happened”.

To add a further blend of not so secret herbs and spices why not consider this:

What happened when the Towers fell and why was the same Nine Eleven motif repeated, ad nauseam, in many flicks as well as exactly what Neo said in that clip plus what was defused within by seeing it as entertainment instead as they went right back to running the treadmill. Add in the choice of song, backing, the title of band, singing, and their lyrics then serve to perfection. Congratulations, my friend, you’re doing the Knowledge! Feels amazing, yes? Free your neocortex!

Magic, movies, myth and the Matrix. Did you know the M is the only sound in the English language you make with closed lips for that internal vibration, felt inside your head and chest, plus it sits at the position, thirteenth, that is usually linked with badness but we, on this very planet, once upon a when, spent the same counting “Moonths” from whence the rest springs and tell me if I’m reaching, like Dhalsim, or if I’ve just tickled the splinter of your mind that rests in a forest of ignorance, invisible, that most would rather die than admit as they’re so comfortable living a script…

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

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