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The human condition is one that is amazing as it is ridiculous. The one fact most skip (but becomes Self evident once you do the Knowledge) is that the past is always present. Not only is this the case but most people are living in it. From the high powered exec thats all “Buy, buy, sell!” who desperately craves the attention and validation he didn’t get as a kid up to the Mother Teresa effect where ones actually a hells angel with a slick marketing campaign. This type of deception is so rife because nowhere in this realm are there any tools to tell you how to un-F your life. On the flip we have countless ways that are exploited and implemented to create more of a mess (that the next generation inherit and then compound it) as well as countless distractions like pills, potions and the self help fix. All of these things are useless because none of them address the root cause of the problem:

Adulteration.

We are a calloused species, in terms of our consciousness, and these formative impacts across incarnations leave their dents and Patterns that we then keep on repeating. See why I said Knowledge of Self is so essential and why 81% of the planet lives on autopilot instead as they prefer their ignorance because that allows them to affix blame whilst ignoring the root cause of the problem. Who is the only constant in every aspect of your life? You. Who cannot silence their mind for ten minutes and doesn’t have a clue of what means to be neutral? You. Who is walking around with a mask slapped on their dish that doesn’t entirely accurate represent their inner realms but they fear rejection and so slide into a role instead? You. Deal with you and the outer world shifts.

There are, however, immense amounts of resistance when it comes to this because the (false) self springs up in childhood as the tracks are laid for the Adulterated presence. “Sit up straight, look ahead. Speak when you’re spoken to” and all the rest of the mess. You may not have listened to your parents but you heard everything and the saddest part is we often imitate the worst aspects whilst suppressing the best of ourselves within. Can you imagine the frustration this brings? Can you see why its suppressed? I call the way to Self Knowledge the Path of Power because that is what takes to step and also brings to them who manage to go the distance. Quite a paradox, yes? Welcome to the non-dual perspective because between these opposites is the gift of the present moment that most keep wrapped up and buried in their chests.

Once upon a when I was talking to someone who generally moaned each time we met. There was a huge amount of discontentment to his presence and thus he was always fault finding or complaining about that or this. One fine ray he steps in as I’m talking to someone else about their happiness level and flipped the convo to him. “Me? I’m great. Smashing. Real positive. The glass is half full. Thats me, innit?”. I wondered who he was trying to convince, me or himself. I asked:

“Listen, for the past ten times we’ve met all you’ve lead with is how bad the weather is, these darn young hooligans, the teenage parents and why life is so bad around the ends. I”m wondering when you’re happy and positive?”.

What was interesting was there was a tiny blip, a small glimpse, of what he kept hidden beneath the mask and what made him feel like this. That was rapidly suppressed as he reeled off some examples of the time he helped an old lady across the street and got someones cat out of a tree and all of this. After he left the original person turned and said “That dude is miserable. Worse still he cannot see it. Is this what you meant about the (false) self? Its terrible”. See, there was a common theme in his conversational topics and they generally centered around the fact that we lived in a place where babies had babies hence grandmothers at thirty was common. His wife was infertile and he really wanted to be a parent. She’d never told him when they got hitched and they’d spent countless cheques chasing that and this before she admitted it. None of this emotion was ever faced or handled. As a matter of fact it was never discussed again and they presented the image of marital bliss.

One of the things I found most interesting was that this was his second marriage and the first one ended because his wife refused to get pregnant so, realistically, what were the odds of him recreating the same energetics with another girl he picked? This is I why I say life is scripted and the playas are just slotted in from whoever is a appropriate at the moment. That can be a bitter pill to swallow for many but its also quite liberating. Tracing back his steps it turned out this his mother had often said “I wish you were never born, you are the worst thing that ever happened” as she wasn’t the most emotionally stable parent. These Patterns were etched in his mind and whilst he desperately wanted to right the wrongs within he was attempting to achieve this via having a child and molding them in his own image. Do you realize how common this is? Everybody does it. Granted, its often not as dramatic or literal as an example but the outline is identical.

When I asked him about this during one of our conversations he said “Well, I can’t blame her. She was young when she got pregnant. There was a scandal in the village and thats why she left and we went to live in London instead”. At no point could he draw the correlation between his rage within upon seeing these hoodrats with kids living it up on social security cheques with reckless abandon as they dropped litter after litter to keep the dough rolling in. Neither could he grasp his intense emotions and resentment to the woman who used him like a son-husband in order to fill her emotional deficits whilst simultaneously being something to rile against. He’d never really had any kind of childhood nurturing in that sense because his mother demanded to be the center of everything and thus he’d been emotionally care taking since the moment he stepped in. This, actually, is a hint of a larger and more karmic connection but lets keep it to one lifetime for this example.

Countless talks, pointers and guidance. I eventually realized it simply wasn’t happening and thats when I discovered how the Pane Body manifests in some people as it walls off their chest and chooses here to suppress all of their hidden emotions. “Of course!” I said, considering the example. It made perfect sense now so I asked him how flexible he was around his shoulders and neck. He complained they were a wreck and laced with dysfunction. “Probably due to my job. Or the way I slept. It comes and goes so it could be due to stress”. Wishing to test an imperiment I asked him if he had a chair he could lean back in and feel suspended as he raised his chest to the ceiling and let his arms lift. He did. I asked him to try it. What happened next was quite telling.

“How did it feel?”. “Huh? What? Oh, the chair thing. I haven’t got round to doing it yet. But I will. Promise”. This went on for a while and to this ray I don’t think he did but it offered me immense hints into the nature of the (false) self protective mechs that actually run the show from within and the nature of Patterns. It did make me think how we are little more than meat puppets that are driven by impulses we do not truly comprehend due to the artificial nature of the lives we’re living and near total ignorance of our inner realms. Someone else I asked to try the same thing came back and said:

“Well. I did it”. “What happened?”. I knew this one would be interesting because this girl was quite different in her repressions and also had a strained relationship with her parent that she was determined to fix because in their home it was “Its up to you to learn how to deal with what I’ve said because I’m not changing“. She’d had enough of the conflict and yet felt beholden by invisible strings. I also knew she was super determined and not a stranger to her inner realms as she constantly self medicated with cannabis, heavy disassociates and some empathogens. “Well, at first nothing happened. I actually felt a bit stupid and kept wondering what she’d say if she came in so I stopped. Then I felt even worse for giving in and rationalized that if I waited till she went to bed then I’d have the house to myself so I tried again later that evening. Initially nothing happened apart from an increasing sense of discomfort but I did like you said and worked my way up to nine minutes until I was comfortable. At one point it felt like something cracked and broke within. I really thought I’d damaged myself as I snapped to attention and didn’t even click that there were silent tears steaming down my face until I was wondering why my clothes were so wet. It made no sense. Super weird but also it felt needed”.

This gave her encouragement and she redoubled her efforts and was reporting shifts in her dreams and random recollections of things from back when that she barely remembered before breathing and were now super vivid. She mentioned spontaneous movements and soon was heaving and crying as the decades of repression that lived beneath her neck came roaring to the surface. “I no longer care what she thinks” she said when detailing a moment where her mother came rushing at the sounds of her anguish as she sat there and wept. “I told her about the memories I felt, the sensations, the suppression and the rest. I mean really let her have it. It was super intense but I felt… I felt… Righteous. Yes, thats it. Righteous“. She nodded and continued “It was really strange because she actually listened. She knew the events I was speaking of with crystal clear recollection and actually said she regretted her actions the moment she’d done them but felt like she was on autopilot”.

Granted, they were still pretty enmeshed but it was a level of progress that was quite commendable compared to the man with the mask that started this passage as he had the key to unlock his chest but his protective mechs would not even allow the attempt. Why? Because his entire world would end as it meant ripping out the foundations of what he’d spent a lifetime investing in. This is when it clicked that only 8% of the populace are genuine capable of making the change and those are usually at the extreme end of the scale or those who have tried everything else and are now open to suggestions. The last part is amusing because a lot of people who came my way during the rays of the drop in were exactly this and were often at their wits end and thats what birthed the maxim that one must be willing to lose their mind to come to their senses. The former is the cell that Adulteration builds in their head whereas the latter are the currents of Inner Sense being damned by the Pane Body to prevent their gnosis and vent. In between this to deny all of this we meet the egoic false self and the many masks it whips up and on for the situation at hand.

These were the early rays of research and experimentation into all of this. I’m truly grateful for not only those who listened and attempted but those who ignored and didn’t as both offered immense feedback that allowed me to generate the sketch that feels quite accurate about why the world is a mess and the true nature of the solution. Its also obvious that most simply refuse to be unplugged from the System and the nature of this dysfunctional relationship. Actually, I just remembered the tale of the African neurosurgeon who struck up a conversation and then went and took what I said to his preacher who then commanded him to never speak to me again. So he didn’t. This is what I mean when I say this extends way beyond just one man and yet how the same is also the solution because once you start shifting and stop digging that old familiar Reality Tunnel there are those around who will attempt to get you back on track so they can feel comfortable that you are as miserable as then in an equally predictable existence.

From a personal lens my Journey of Self development cost me not only my career, business, investment and friends but the few remaining family members I had as well because they simply couldn’t comprehend my intense desire to exorcise these demons it seemed we’d all collectively inherited from previous generations and yet I was the only one speaking on them and attempting to eradicate my ignorance and coping mechanisms. Turns out I was incorrect as they were all, literally and metaphysically, in cahoots to prevent this gnosis hence the constant attempts to distract or send me some place else than within the depths of my awareness as each time I’d come back with an uncut gem which they’d then, with their coven, attempt to forge into a weapon of misdirection. They say you don’t choose your parents but it certainly appeared that some force did and that offers immense hints about whats at the helm of this realm and Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits…

I offer that as a warning because the Game is sentient and the last thing it wants, it seems, is for you to become awake in the dream as it will dispatch its Agents via their various deals and schemes to lure you back in to the lowest possible state of resonance as that misery is its currency as its the glue that binds reality. Well, that I reject and it certainly seemed it was intended because the gift of Inner Sense is a life far more content and vivid than the standard factory option of amusing yourself to death whilst running the psychosocial treadmill. Many are called but only a few choose themselves. Are you one of the 8% capable of awakening the Warrior within?

Till we meet again

I’ve used the meta before of a mind being like a balloon filled with diamonds. An odd mix that shows the juxtaposition, well of living within accepted limits and the pain gnosis tends to bring as they are, by definition, the opposites. Its akin to a chicken that was raised in a coop ran by wolves suddenly comprehending its kin aren’t sent off on pleasure trips and then go and live with the new friends they met but something else instead. Rapidly a new, and more accurate, life swings in front of lens and one cannot help but question how the heck they missed this aspect of the sketch. I mean, lets pretend you’re said animal and you just clicked whats shared. What next? You can’t unawaken, its impossible to be plugged in again as whilst you may have accepted the promised neverland, no question, what actually sits at the end of the rainbow is as much of an illusion as the light refraction is as it only exists in the eye of the ones witnessing said event. What would you do next? Do you think the rest would listen or believe you’d flipped your lid?

“How come none of them wrote or sent a note when they landed or how the trip went?”.

“Duh, we’re chickens? Kinda hard to hold a pen without opposing digits, ain’t it?”.

For them, that would be the end of the conversation. No further Thunking needed or permitted as they had to tune in and what what they said was important before clucking around a bit, getting some kip and keeping on running that treadmill in order to be efficient until the heady day that they get picked to go to the amazing beach they promised where everyone seems to get just what they’ve been wishing and lives in happily ever after bliss in the stomach of the wolf that digested them. Whoops! Look like I said the loud part quiet. Or flipped? They killed the rebel mystic for this except he outlined the opposite.

See, the wolves are slick and know they can’t kill this chick, real quick, as the rest may click that the animal farm they’re within exploits them not just for flesh, eggs and feathers as well but a whole host of occulted aspects they don’t even comprehend are possible. And yet, for that one, the lone diamond in his grip really stings like a bish and threatens to puncture the balloon of his mind as they simply do not mix. They come up with a plan and that is to force as many holes as possible into the rubber lining and thus set up all types of scenes and hints designed to mess with his head.

“Its simple” they said, as they sit back with a grin. “We put the least effort in and bank on him running it into the ground to try and make sense and each time the diamonds edge comes in contact with the balloon it starts fraying till pop goes the weasel. We win!”. Another, more slick, is sitting back and thinking how they created schools to teach them to accept the needles and other methods of constant ovulation and how so few comprehended why the males were missing was to pimp their awareness and said:

“Why don’t we ensure this never happens again? We’ll call em a chickrofrenic and let her loose upon them with some incessant babbling and then the next one that happens they’ll already be inoculated and, best of all, we get to see how well the program sticks as the rest of their balloons won’t have diamonds in and if, by some chance, they listen we’ll do the same to them and create an epidemic out of it until they demand a solution we’ll only be too happy to give”.

They start cackling at this stroke of genius and set about implementing it. The poor chick in question feels like she’s being gangstalked by forces she cannot comprehend as the street theater starts unfolding, super quick. The diamond tip and latex were never the best of friends but now are getting well acquainted and one is coming off with nerves fraying as the others sharp observations won’t relent and it struggles to string, in ways coherent, this new data set. “Its exhausting” says the schizochick, trying to confess to a friend who is wondering what the hell is happening to her friend as, just last lays, she was right as rain. “Listen, the wolves are our friends. They keep the foxes at a distance. Do you remember how bad it used to be, back when? We should be thankful they swept in to offer their protection and look how they spruced up the pitch? Got us living like kings, they did. Why can’t you just be appreciative and be grateful for how smooth it is? That and the random draws to get sent on the pleasure trip to the beach of a thousand friends where you meet the one promised then live in bliss. Oh, I hope I get picked!” she says, with starry eye idealism.

The so called schizochick launches into an immense diatribe about how its an illusion to hide the fact they’re getting fed on their compadres dead and how she saw a sketch in which male chicklings are placed, breathing, into a machine that blends them into a puree, screaming, as its more efficient like this as they just need the women and thus the entire beach idea stinks as its a total hallucination etc etc. Her friend is taken aback and feels personally insulted as between the soap operas that promised such things and their own holy texts that speak of the world egg and whats within she finally starts to admit her friend has lost it and starts detaching as well. This is exactly what the wolves wanted so now they go full tilt. The rest of these misadventures I’ll let you imagine as we leap tracks instead:

Many of us have felt the sharp edge of the diamond inside the balloon of our minds since back when. I strongly suspect you’re born with it as a left over from old spins hence its something you built that death can’t destroy but that doesn’t mean life relents. Quite the opposite as I’ve never, ever met a dim schizo but plenty of well educated idiots who are totally ignorant of the square watermelon effect that shaped them. I believe it was Aristotle who said that not everyone who walks in the flesh is truly human and this is so accurate but if you dare mention it you’re a racist and or madman plus which label they wish to sling for daring to notice that the wolves actually sent the foxes who get fed via the dregs and thus its an immense protection racket of which the chicks are ignorant. This is why I’ve said you can’t unawaken, my friend and, worse still, when they know you Know then the Game changes to another octave…

Hunter and hunted or a hard target, if you Know the Ledge, as each encounter ups your res as to why murders get a trial before their peers but there is no due process for so called mad men who do not pass Go nor collect two hundred quid but proceed directly to depot injection in the rear end. Isn’t a picture perfect corroboration of what they said that a shadowy force was out to get them? How many misinterpret the clucking in their head as them though? Maybe thats the problem as they click the grift and signal the potential for awaken and thus that bid is nipped, quick, in order to prevent an insurrection from the living hostages that decorate the planet and reproduce then hand their seeds over to them for education in which boxes to tick. The simple fact is every child is born more present and correct than most mystics can hope to attain in the flesh. Its what happens next as they’re lulled into a state of hypnosis I’ve termed Adulteration that needs to be undone. Sadly, its as invisible as a glass maze to a fish in the ocean and, more pernicious, they’ve increased in an additive hallucinogen that becomes more and more addictive the longer you swim and its strange side effect is making you totally certain that your view is correct and its a shadowy “Them” that is the problem as you project this rage on another fish, some different click or a fool that voted blue when you’re all about the red. Are you seeing the sketch? Hearing me on FM or am I singing to the deaf?

There is no going back to sleep once you’ve undone the habit of a lifetime, my friend. In many ways the hardest step in being your own guru and only student is there is nowhere to turn when things get thick but the alternative of pledging my Soul to a clique that may or may not deliver what it says on the tin is not in my script. Besides, if their stuff actually worked the world wouldn’t be a mess or maybe the fact it is shows that it is really effective and that, in and of itself, is another problem. Anyway, the greatest fun I’ve ever had was when I was in over my head as I simply knew it was time to sink or swim and good job I’m quick when it comes to learning otherwise I’d have been many times dead before you read this text. Thats an interesting blip, truly it is because once you’ve been kissed by this dusky maiden so many times as a hint of what comes next you start to sketch a res that shifts the pic on what it truly means to live as, to wear flesh, we died to our immortal essence and that is mind bending but makes perfect sense when you consider that we are nothing more or less than pure consciousness.

Once you Know this, with capitalization, the noiZ on everything else gets turned down within but that means the outer starts acting funny style instead. Maybe they’re in on it, maybe they’re ignorant their minds are being controlled by the equivalent of a parasitic fungus that manifests as the voice in their heads and if they dare rebel against its grip it will amp its collectively accepted hallucinations into a living personal Hell that makes them think the entire world is after them. Tough life, eh chick? Lets get the fish out of here then like the ancient Kemetians said as they built that immense edifice to sustain the old natural vibration via the use of a different kind of tech that Tesla was more than capable of resurrecting hence why they let him invent a couple of things then mothballed him before handing his ideas to Steve Jobs and the clique to implement as and when. That last part may be bit of a reach and I’ll admit it as I’ve recently been thinking about the world in which we’d live if we didn’t try and uplift the lowest pleb in order to ensure they don’t feel inadequate as we hand them a medal and, instead, let the trailblazers do what they do best with a blank cheque signed by the collective as, sure, they may occasionally make a mess but I’d be willing to bet that, as a collective, we’d be far happier and progressive in so many ways than one can currently imagine. That, in and of itself, is a huge hint about whats at the helm and how not only tech but the rest including sports (totally fixed), drugs (state ran) and entertainment (mind controlled celebs that recite a specific script as per the grift with which they’re instructed) are drip fed in certain ways to create specific points of resonance in the plebs that are the invisible maze I mentioned hence why what you watch offers immense hints about your inner realms as, back when, the black mirror was only used by magickal adepts and now everyone has one their grip but how many link its facet to the hex that spins on the pole of Saturn and makes up the same glyph as repped by the three modern religions that have been at each others necks since Moses pants were the shortest and the rest is his story. Not my story but neither is it a mystery as the hints are in the spells as liars always tell on themselves and this is why I’ve said this realm has no use of truth as its easier to fool a trick than convince him he’s being pimped by a predator of consciousness that, at this very moment, is speaking from within their head and telling them to ignore all of this BS.

Poke it with the diamond of gnosis, see what kicks whilst breathing in slow, holding it for a bit then exhaling via pursed lips as the balloon swells in resonance and the Opponent in your head finds no place left to hide its illusions. Be warned though, there are dangers to deprogramming so do the Knowledge and see what kicks as you can’t unawaken once you slip the metaphysical equivalent of those They Live specs on your head and click that not everyone who walks in the flesh is truly human.

Till we meet again

The seeds of a midlife crisis are sown in childhood, nurtured in your twenties and harvested after you’ve jumped over the hill and wonder if what you got back was worth what you put in. Don’t fret if this happens, it just means you were a Victim of the System that you didn’t realize was your Opponent. In many ways people are set up to fail as they sent chasing after wild geese that exist only in their head as a way of distraction from that which they’re truly seeking which is within.

Social media makes it so that some people are already on their third childhood in that sense which is really quite sad, if you think about it, as all it shows is that they didn’t learn and keep running the wheel of the psychosocial treadmill that affords no progress, rest or satisfaction. In that sense your life is over, if you let it. Allowing yourself to even think these concepts allows a space to spring for a little thing called options to step. Not only that but you’ll have something interesting to pass onto your children in the form of guidance to ensure they make other decisions that don’t ensure they end up exactly where you did after listening to your parents.

In many ways your lineage is a chain of ignorance that spans generations upon generations and you, now, reading this, have a chance to break the bondage but it won’t be easy as the past you’re wearing like a badge of honor is actually an albatross in the truest sense. Set it free and watch it fly as you view the vista from a higher vantage as it was never supposed to dragging you down as it was chained to your neck. Innerstand – This is why the caged bird sings.

What I’ve said is Self evident. All you have to do is look online or the real world you know and you’ll see its quite obvious that over 81% are enslaved by the System to concepts that do not serve their best interest and leave them stressed, dissatisfied or wishing fervently to believe that things improve after death because they’ve given up all hope of flipping the script whilst still sporting flesh. Its a sad truth but this is the resonance of most peoples inner realms at the moment. Exactly as intended. Realize, this is the Game and we’re in it. The trick is to be not of it and that means taking the pieces, rearranging them, digging beneath the surface. Take what works, leave the rest. You always have that option so why not exercise it and exorcise the demons of a past that have been clinging and clanking their chains to scare you into compliance.

Actually, this is a deeper, far more subtle and pervasive topic that I intend intend to uncover in this missive but this is whats flowing so lets keep going:

Imagine in front of you a glass that is tall and thin. Into it we pour a palpable red liquid. This fluid gains the imperiences of its container as it changes its shape to fit fit the limits. As time progresses the solution is shifted to another vehicle. A mug this time. Chunky and thick, reassuringly solid. The red carpet rolls and plays its position because whilst this may be new for what just popped on the scene, according to script, the thing of life knows well the dance and isn’t new to this. As and when another medium approaches at the time of transition and this one is akin to a chalice.

Now instead of cups imagine people and instead of wine lets say its blood. These are the imperiences of your ancestors and in many ways you are them as the past is always present because spacetime juggles that which shifts but what remains is unchanging yet never identical. These energies wield an immense influence from previous playas that pass on the wisdom of their imperience, their fears, training, imperatives, preferences and whole load more. Is the albatross reference starting to make sense now? Its just a matter of perspective and how you relate to your energetics. The fact that you do not know this should make your awareness raise questions because your Inner Sense is quietly nodding its head as it absorbs these concepts because they are Self evident.

Thing is these are just one of many influences for we have those that do what they do from within as part of our heritage. This includes the two words that made the most mess and beget countless problems, back when, to the present moment. Others are externally sanctioned via an official script that is handed to you for this, the performance of a lifetime on the world stage of the Game of Souls itself. On a higher plane are the tints of emotion that work akin to a painter building images upon the canvas of your awareness and then we have other factors like people, places and things as well as your own whims.

Does it make sense why it often feels like you’re being pulled in a hundred different directions? Life like this can be pretty exhausting as you sit there wondering “Whats the matter with me?” not realizing that the question is the key as you perceive, on some level, what I’ve said hence the differentiation between the awareness that renders all of this possible and all of these factors that create impressions. Discernment is the key in many respects. A process I call separating the water from the milk and its very powerful as its akin to going back to childhood and getting another spin but not in the form of infantile regress. No, this is more like knowing then what you know now so its the best of both worlds at the very same moment and that is when the fun begins as this is the Warrior mindset.

Same components, different lens. This shift opens up a whole new perspective and way of playing which is wildly entertaining as it was intended to be. Its not for everyone but those that get what I’ve just sketched on the back of a napkin can easily perceive what is being pointed at is breathtaking greatness in the flesh. A life worth living. Remember, this is always an option, everywhen, if you’re willing to think different. It really is that simple so its a question of flexible or rigid. Your body will tell the truth in the respect, no matter how much proof you manufacture as you lie to yourself because that stiffness in your neck, the back that doesn’t like bending and the hips that barely open as they stand over stiff knees and wonky ankles all attest to what I’ve outlined. You’ll note that children don’t step into the realm like this and Warriors rebuild and reclaim the Kingdom within into a state of coherence. Slaves, on the flip, are broken into fragments that are then set against themselves with goals that often contradict so its like having a mutinous crew on a ship that makes getting from Point A to Point B nigh on impossible as there is no implicate order, no coherence, no Inner Sense.

That really is all that comes down to, if you want it in a nutshell. Are you a friend or stranger to your Self? If you sit there head scratching wondering what I’m meaning then why not try this? Taking your right hand I’d like you to touch your left ear and massage every centimeter, every inch of it as it protrudes from your head. Imagine your fingers are like paintbrushes and you need to ensure you don’t miss a bit. Do that for a moment until you’re certain you’ve aced it and then a bit more. Around a minute or upwards of thirty seconds.

Now thats done I have a question:

How would you rate your touch? Was it rough? Was it gentle? Was it exploratory and alive as it shifted from moment to moment depending on what you sensed or was it quite stiff and almost moving in a grid as it went from side to side with no true feeling? Have you ever wondered why an ear looks like a fetus? Don’t believe? Go take a peek for yourself and it will become Self evident. What is more subtle, but just as obvious, in this imperiment is how you caressed your ear proves how you relate to your Inner Sense aka the child within.

Contrast whatever you just did with what you would do if an actual baby was in front of you, crying in distress, and you knew what it needed most was an attentive massage over its ears. How was yours? The same as you’d do then or different?

Its amazing how direct and visceral this imperience is and that is because life is fractal. The past is always present. Nothing is ever truly dead as we’re simply wearing masks as we swim through the seas of time and the blood which flows red encodes the personal imperience of ourselves and ancestors which is then passed on to the children. As you can imagine that means there is a lot of power and thus responsibility within but this is in direct contrast to the teaches of the System which likes to place you in a zone of ignorance and then charge you for it as you attempt to pretend you aren’t suffering.

The seeds of a midlife crisis are sown in childhood. How are your ears feeling?

Till we meet again

Somebody asked me to render the concepts of Inner Sense and Adulteration in a way they can comprehend, in the flesh, and not mere intellectual aspects. I thought this was a really good question as it showed a clarity of perception when it comes to the application of definitions as there are many people who are so used to labels in lieu of imperience that they take all of the steps required for liberation but don’t click they’ve never left the treadmill of the Mind Made Prison and thus haven’t actually built what death cannot destroy. What I said was:

“Conditioning and formlessness. Imagine that, when you were young, you were akin to a transparent hose pipe that was connected to an unfinite supply of subtle energetics. In many ways the transport mech that bought the essence to this realm and its content were identical and your definition of Self was the living process of influence that passed through and felt pretty amazing”. He nodded his head. “Over time this pipe picks up other peoples resonance and energetics, primarily your parents. Now, one must consider how their own pipe has gone through the mill and has been ran ragged so there are the barest drops off life essence circulating with its stifled presence which is, often, pitch black with accumulated ignorance that masks as wisdom. This is conditioning aka Adulteration“.

As I’m sure you can comprehend this is a most visceral example of not only what is to gain but also how you can lose the contents of your brain, go outsane and find it a tad difficult to gain resonance again, especially if you complain to the meds and they fill you full of this as the things madmen hallucinate are actually aspects of Self except they aren’t using other people, visceral, but pure energetics. A great meta for this is mercury as its a metal which is liquid and its silvery sheen reflects back the face of the viewer. Actually, I’m pretty certain that that description is a great way for navigating the Paranara that kicks in as the biggest mistake one can make in this realm is Thunking there is anything outside of their awareness as, for most, it sits in a cup but should it spill it pools into bits that seem disconnected and reflective but, in the end, are of one essence. No wonder he was the messenger of the gods and so many schizos claim to be Jesus reincarnated. That one isn’t really far off the sketch though as the shell Game surrounding is as it intense as the filth caked on your hose pipe of flesh through which drips the barest dregs of pure consciousness after being crucified in your head between two thieves – one who won’t cease speaking and the other is as bad but remains silent. Actually, lets pivot for a bit as I feel that would be most instructive:

I previously mentioned the image of a lava lamp and how these energies we collect from others that, usually, mean well are akin to hydrophobic chunks of resonance that, often, didn’t even start with them but we inherited, nonetheless. Originally the lamp is filled with a clear liquid and light that shines. At the end of your spin it can be filled to the brim with these immensely dense lumps of bound up emotional Patterns that are the consequence of a life, unexamined. Mix that with the hose metaphor and you’ll comprehend why babies bounce and old people are hunched as they walk with a stick, yes? This is also what they’ll pimp and manipulate to get you back in the flesh for another spin where you’ll do it all again… Knowing thy Self is akin to placing a filter into this mess and picking out a molecule of emotion then alchemizing it as you turn back the energies to sender and reclaim your own, clear, resonance. The side effect of this is what I’ve termed “familiar newness” as that is exactly how Inner Sense feels because if I asked you to define the difference between childhood and what you became in the present most would struggle with a clear explication of the effects beyond stating they feel like less of something and more of something that wasn’t initially specced as part of their trip. Now, one must comprehend that, for many, the very idea of going against their programming feels like a fate worse than death. This isn’t them speaking but the predator of consciousness. Like a host species for a mind virus it ensures we remain ignorant of its presence and mistake its whims for our own organic impulses. This is what the so called schizo comprehends on an intuitive level and is swiftly medicated in case he awakens the rest. Its also why there is one side that kills the prophets another sends before twisting their message of liberation as a vehicle of enSlavement for the adherents as it presents familiar blobs and tints which accord with their own resonance but tell me, my friend, who is holier? A man, aged, who knows the texts inside out and can recite the letter and spirit or a child that is factory fresh yet totally ignorant of the world and its whims? This is the aim of each Warrior as once you have reconnected with Inner Sense you cannot help but look at the world as a true reflection of madness in the flesh and this can be perceived as lifes greatest challenge and the reason we chose to don skin after inserting our Soul as a credit in exchange for the debt of breath and body we’re wearing on this level of the Game. Poetic, isn’t it? Getting back to the main thread:

To become formless doesn’t mean you become a hippy, dippy pushover with no limits. No, on the flip it means your boundaries are stronger than ever ergo you take no mess and disconnect, injoifully, from any not in resonance. In this article about energetic leeching I spoke of practical examples and samples of the internal shifts that bring about this process as you could look at stagnant water and the mosquitoes that dig it then label them the problem or you could ensure these elements are dealt with by keeping everything fresh and flowing instead and allowing a higher octave of life to unfold its presence. This is why the French failed when it came to digging the Panama Canal but the Yanks clicked what was incorrect and dealt with what left the other dead and scratching their heads as once the mosquitoes were removed the waters of life started flowing and immense amounts of sailors leapt for joy as the way was cleared for smooth sailing. This is the difference between conditioning and formlessness, my friend. In many ways people are taking the long way round, risking shipwreck and hating the traffic because the trade route is packed with pilgrims doing exactly as instructed but each of these canals is strictly individual, intensely private and all together wonderful because you free up vast amounts of energetics to be used in better ways. Why doesn’t the System tell you this? If they did, how would they sell life insurance for the maritime pilgrims that crew the billions of vessels of ignorance that are set adrift in seas, dangerous? Better yet, what if you looked into one of these vessels and discovered the people are walking around, on deck, petrified of falling in the drink and are wearing life vests made of bricks that not only cause immense discomfort as they handle their biz but also ensure their death should they dip into the drink in seas, intemperate? Kind of strange, isn’t it? Yet, that is exactly how it seems to my current level of ignorance because it takes a drunken sailor to fall overboard, not realize he did, relinquish his grip and then swim to an island upon which he discovers countless attractive women who are sipping at each others chalice with no interest for him.

In many ways that rather abstract meta is quite fitting as there are levels and layers to this deception and the awakening never really ends but it does hint how one can, on occasion, gain a spontaneous awakening which shows just how fake those blobs that drift inside the lava lamp of your consciousness is, ya dig? I spent vast chunks of time, extended, floating, motionless in high salt concentration water in total darkness not long after my latest near death experience but mine wasn’t to gain spiritual freedom like others are seeking but the opposite as my Spirit was so far out and disconnected from my flesh that I strongly suspect the aim of all of this was to take over my body by knocking out my resonance. A lot of people are actually living in this state of possession, Twenty Four/Seven. What is stranger still is if you exorcise their demons they simply call them back in as they miss their presence as they’re so used to the conditioning. I know, pretty wild, isn’t it? These energetic inheritances can be part of their lineage but that is an immense topic for which I’ll lace a swift hint before I dip:

What are the odds, in your mindset, of Bruce Lee creating a film (art is a lie that tells the truth, recollect?) in which the character he plays dies on set and then his son goes and manifests the exact same script in the flesh? Better yet, why did Brandon die after wearing the mask of a DMT machine elf that is also linked with the symbol of a crow which ferries Souls between realms and Heath Ledger did the same thing but Nicholson was safe and immune from such problems? Its because Jack Knows his Self. That much is totally evident because anyone whose chat up line is “So, whens it gonna happen?” hints how secure he is in his shadow aspects and this is akin to taking the blobs within and not ejecting them but owning them instead. That is also an option because there are many varieties of incarnation ergo plenty of different versions one can pick. It just so happens that this one is his natural element and he gravitated toward it real well which, I guess, is a side effect of making his living selling fake images and roles, presented, as you cannot help but stumble over the realness whilst doing this and thats an immense topic as everyone is an actor but not all comprehend this. Its also why I’ve said that porn stars are, paradoxically, the most honest people in the realm even though they take something that is intimately private and flip it into something else for mass titilation instead but thats a deeper topic. Sex, in many ways, is a key to formlessness as a true orgasm is an out of body imperience in which 1 + 1 = 11 due to the application of divine mathematics as you can hammer away with a conditioned response that misses what is present as you rush to get from A to Z whilst missing all of the tangents and things in the mid that you can, if you wish, rearrange (like her guts) into prose most poetic and totally mind blowing as thats the difference between Shakespeare and pulp friction. Do you think that will matter when the Weebs are sexing their robotic Waifus with titty twizzler attachments and turbo coochies that no real woman can approximate and AI algorithms build hollow personalities based on satisfying their whims with none of the irritation of genuine humans? For some, reading, the reason for said Adulteration now makes a load more sense because I’m not saying any of this to diss as it reminds me of an old thought imperiment, back when, where I asked a friend how he’d relate to his best friends consciousness being manifested in the body and face of one he detested? He couldn’t even think of this which, given we were still on the playground, may have been a bit intense compared to the official curriculum but, for me, it was something that had me pondering about the question of if we relate to the energetic resonance or one or the surface level presentation? Actually, check this:

Lets say there is one that got away or, worse still, an unrequited relationship that still stings in the depth of your essence as you felt this would the one that gets, makes corrects and fixes all of your problems to live a life of bliss as their presence shakes all of the kinks out of your hose pipe and gets the juices flowing. Now, what if the above tech advances to the level that you genuinely cannot tell, via externals, that this isn’t a genuine Soul in the flesh but a silicon approximation using immense amounts of processing and what they’re selling is an exact replication of said person. Would you engage in a relationship? Really think about this, my friend, as, back when, marriages were etched based on spiritual resonance as the village Shaman selected folks from other places in order to keep his own ecosystem in balance in order to maintain a connect with the ancestors but thats a whole nother topic as we’re about to head into a replication of this but using different methods for the next bit of ascent via digital wings for a race of gods that forget their divine presence as they embraced the conditioning over formless but that, in the end, is all part of the script because if everyone awakened the Warrior within then who would the mosquitoes of consciousness feed on? That, in itself, offers a hint about the true nature of evil being the lowest resonance of life as well as why the world is how it is in this aspect of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits as something, back when, creates those blobs, viscous, that currently Adulterate your inner realms as they leap, unchecked, from one gen to the next, yes?

Knowing this, in many ways, is the reason why I chose to remain single rather than pass on the demons, unchecked, that I inherited as there is far more to heaven and earth than dreamt in the heads of plebs that were trained by standardized tests of rote repetition who mistake fiction for facts and cling to their blobs of Adulteration as they deny the hose pipe of their consciousness is kinked as they cannot wait to pass on the same conditioning to the children they beget, formless, into this realm whose lotus of awareness rests, momentarily, on a pond of filth before folding in. And yet, if what had happened to me didn’t then who else would be writing this text to share a perspect with the web ergo it certainly seems there is balance to this or, as mentioned elsewhen, various versions of your Self that one can choose to manifest as the Path of Power is the exact opposite of the Valley of the Plebs and it was this Warriors spirit that made Bruce do what he did as he cracked open a hostile market, set his mark and enforced it and still lives as a legend that shares the wisdom of his essence even though he long ago left this realm which is now. In many ways those plugged in will never spot the Agents all around them as they have no need to make their presence felt but the ones who reject the factory standard programming and options are perceived as a threat and come face to faceless with the shadows depth as its sink or swim when one is thrown into the abyss ergo it behooves one to ease their grip on the brick of ignorance that says “I am John of House Smith” as thats a symptom of your conditioning whereas the pure waters of Inner Sense are formless yet the most powerful force in this realm when why they’re a threat to those who create square watermelons of ignorance that never, ever stop to question the narrative as they’re too busy running the treadmill from one life to the next.

Don’t worry though, they’ll get it. Everyone will, eventually, as failure isn’t an option when your Soul is being used as an unfinite credit which is mindwiped, reskinned and plugged back in for another spin on this or higher level of the Game we’re all playing at present in the Third Dimension… Superstition is a name the ignorant give to their ignorance whereas the Warrior takes nothing for granted, accepts naught at the surface level and, above all else, strives to be authentic, coherent and resonant with the all of everything because, in the end, beginning and during, we are it and it is us:

Pure consciousness.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

People talk a whole load about Soul and other kinds of things but then seem to forget these aren’t mere concepts or outlines of a sketch but real skills, within. Peep Game:

Intuition is Spirit.

You ever noticed how you can Thunk with that chunk of fat in your head and turn over that and this in quest for solutions but then, out of the blue, comes a download which drops, fully formed, into your awareness? Where in the heck do you think this piece of intensely increased bandwidth kicked? From your chest, dummy. The heart has an immense electromagnetic field, glial cells and melanin within that does a heck of a lot more than just pump blood around your system. Read this book for an insight on the depth of what dwells within your flesh and why I said that god, for most, is absent. The question then is – “Who rules in his stead?”. That would be (false) self, my friend. That is what does the talking via the voice in your head and haven’t you ever noticed how its totally predictable and, often, of low vibration? Interesting, yes? If you want to get extra metaphysic with it there is no coincidence in the Warriors lex as we go in, see dense instead and comprehend that the fact the blue throat region is linked with this vibration ergo it forms the bridge between thinking and feeling. For extra sprinkles and credit you can imagine why anger is red, cowardice is yellow and envy is green then extrapolate the links between the request you “Be leaf” what they said in those promulgated holy texts that encode the true depth of what kicks wearing flesh. Peep this for the link between Jesus being crucified on a hill and how that, in my lens, speaks on your divine consciousness as butchered, at present, via the hemispheres of your head. One repents and the other says “Get out of here with that mess because I ain’t trying to hear it”. Thats the same trick that speaks via the voice most Thunk is them…

If intuition is Spirit then imagination is the on ramp to higher learning which is why they killed this, quick, back when they dropped the “Sit still, look ahead” programming on the kids. Another curious link is how that reps goats, sacrificial, which resonates with the horned demon link which is nothing more or less than old astro myths dressed in new skins. Haven’t you ever stopped to ponder the sync between Saturn, Satan and the black mirror in your grip that connects your mind to the next and how that, once again, is underpinned in the chakra system? Like I said, my friend, there are advantages to upping your res but there are also dangers to deprogramming as many are simply not ready to be disconnected. Why isn’t that “purpley” instead? Why? Because thats the realm of intuition and if you haven’t guessed the hearts EM field extends and transcends all the rest as its connected to the Prime, undivided. Logic will only get you so far on the quest for gnosis which is why I said that most who profess certain texts and methods have memorized all types of directions, signs and signals but have never, ever taken a single step. Ironic, isn’t it? Another form of the treadmill that has the world in its grip…

As I sit here, typing this, I am faced with a decision. I finally comprehend exactly what it is that I’m up against. Not only in me but you and beyond this realm as well. That isn’t the worst part though because its taken me lifetimes to gain this wisdom and whilst a part of me wishes to sprinkle it on the realm with reckless abandon I Know its simply beyond the resonance of most to read and implement. So whats the point then? Am I whizzing in the wind with a vanity project? Was the mystic on the hill I met, back when, totally correct when he said that I should fix my own problems and leave the rest up to them? I totally get his logic and perspective but there is another part of me that simply cannot stand to see so many people suffering. And yet, what comes of it? I’ve pushed the pen and wrote hundreds of articles in my own personal imperiment in shifting the collective consciousness in another direction and since I’ve started this site to the present moment its been read by a tiny fragment of its potential audience. The ones that have checked it, religious, are those moving chess pieces in opposition which is mad ironic as I recently came to comprehend that me and them is like an ex that you left but they keep tabs, nonetheless.

Weddings. Not really my thing… I guess thats why I said I’d never join a group or organization but thats another topic. Actually, what if it isn’t and it was actually Spirit that prompted me to make this decision? Have you ever felt the twinkling that sings through your nervous system and says, politely, keep your distance? What if one were dealing with a many headed beast that can present as many things and use any image it thinks will generate a reaction? What then? Ah, we’re getting too far on the edge for those that don’t Know the Ledge so lets keep it at that, yes?

Intuition is Spirit. Say it with me again and then one more time till you feel it. It may just save your life, in the end. Let your mind drift as your body chills and it does its thing as the images, sensations and links float in and provide the answers to the questions you ain’t even asked yet. Its pretty amazing, isn’t it? I find it super strange how this realm classes this as a lack of focus and such things when you are simply opening to an aspect of thee, within, that processes billions of bits of data per second as opposed to the 8, give or take, in your head. Check the image at the head of this article about how your brain fills in what it expects and not what presents then sprinkle some seeds about atoms and their deception into your subconscious. Water and nourish with attention, as and when, to see what develops. This is how you build a bountiful orchard with a fertile oasis in the middle of what was a deserted forest of illusion aka the Kingdom. All you seek is within your awareness, my friend. Of this I am simply a figment as, without you, none of this exists. Total flip of “I am small and insignificant on a huge planet” mindset they pimp, yes?

Intellect, imagination and intuition are the true keys to freedom from the Mind Made Prison as the first is etched by the left hemisphere of your head (aka the thief who would not repent) whilst the next kicks in via the more creative aspect which is, often, linked with the divine feminine and rounding out this triumvirate is intuition. Have you ever heard the term street smart before? Thats a perfection definition of the Game I’m kicking as their intellect is honed to a keen edge by using all of these elements in the perfect mix to stay ahead of the competition. In opposition we have the cognitively dead who read and memorize what another said then quote it, chapter and verses (complete with refs) but the knowledge they profess hasn’t been digested. That is the life of the career academic, my friend. Its why you look around and see fields filled with hyper specialization that are totally ignorant of the developments in the people next to them ergo the sciences strain in their own directions but no one, yet, stitches together a narrative that makes sense. Well, I have attempted this and the implications are horrifying. So much so that I’m starting to think the mystic on the hill was totally correct in what he said about the Valley of the Plebs and mindsets therein. They can’t be set free if they can’t see they are chained.

School, in many ways, was there to disrupt the way you naturally learn. I spoke on a text about an alternate method that would bring the genius out instead of suppressing it with rote repetition and doing well on the test. I can only imagine what kicks with the new gen who get AI to do their homework for them and, whilst we’re on the topic, its bad enough they monopolize so many hours of your day but to lay claim on the rest as well? Its so devilish, my friend. You look at anyone who made a major change in this realm and they will all attest that the gnosis came from within and, most often, via imagination.

Watson and Crick solved their problem via the hint that came from a nocturnal vision, the atomic model as well along with the benzene ring. Did you spot the link? How the bad thief was banging his head against what he saw and expects then the answer came from a different state of play? Tesla was way beyond all of this as he daydreamed in his head and thus sketched all of his inventions, prebuilt, before lifting a finger. Consider the chair upon which you sit. It came from someones imagination, yes? Its a powerful thing. Truly it is. That is why the suppress without end. Have you ever noticed that since the tech became common place we see less and less in terms of new things? By that I mean truly creative innovation. You can step this back a bit and consider how these global bastions of educational wisdom have turned out precisely zilch in terms of true innovation. Consider Julian Brown who came up with a machine that turns plastic into biodese with ease and then see if you can ponder if there may be a link between his imagination, the problem and the fact that he narrowly avoided death after publicizing his invention? If what he says is correct this tech could turn the Game on its head but I’d be willing to bet that, like Tesla, it won’t play out as he thinks because that goes against the plans of those who make beasts of men then charge them for each step in this realm.

The most dangerous thing about school is how it encodes your head and presents a tint to the rest of what comes next as you’ll never think again once Thunk set up camp instead. Its a pretty sad event because it erased the natural state of resonance which was intense and curious as summed up well by this pic:

That is what you’re up against, my friend, and why it behooves to develop your intuits whilst in the flesh as once you leave this realm its that the takes the helm and not the conditioned (false) self ergo you get what you expect hence why NDEs, universally, feature traits of the peeps and cultures that made them which offers an immense hint that the Game, as we know it, takes place inside ones consciousness ergo isn’t the most important thing gaining Knowledge of Self whilst it presents?

Till we meet again

The Pane Body is something I discovered after I was attempting to fit my Soul back in the flesh in the aftermath of my near death experience. I’ve mentioned before how it felt much like taking a tube of toothpaste that had been squeezed in the mid and ejected its contents from their original condensation. As you can guess, getting that stuff back in properly was something of a mission but the learning that came from said events was beyond expectations. In that respect you could say the universe dwells in a perpetual state of balance for one who has the presence of mind to unwrap the gift of the present moment but the rest are stuck on tilt, getting less and less of what they wish and more that causes them stress. More on this as we progress.

Ignorance of the Pane Body is the cause of all your ills and its the worlds best kept secret as it causes the tills to ring, keeps Doctors offices filled and you munching pills. That alone should tell you whats up but the fact that his name – he who first spoke on this – has been scrubbed from the record whilst his less talented contemporaries are known well is the icing on cake that none dare mention smells suspiciously like conspiracy. Indeed when the man him Self raised such questions about the dark forces moving against them he was labeled as paranoid and delusional. And yet, what he said hit the nail on the head and was of immense help to me when it came to my path and healing. His name?

Wilhelm Reich, a true giant among men who’d been trained to kneel at the feet of midgets.

He proposed the air around us is filled with a subtle element that man can capture and harness. He wasn’t the first to come up with this concept as we have records of Chi, Prana and Vril as well as the Great Spirit and countless other “legends” that are wrote off as myth and and fable. “There mere ravings of a primitive people who thought that thunders were the anger of the gods and whatnot” says the book smart one who reads what they said in official ink as the only sanctioned narrative, amen. In many ways everything follows the pyramidial model of religion in this realm with the plebs riding the bench and pumping in donations to the men in the middle and the head honcho who sits way out of the reach and vision of the rest but gratefully accepts all you give. Some would say they’re all ran by the same team but, shh, don’t say I told you this. Back to Reich:

This man had a hell of a life that I may get into, elsewhen, but for now lets mention something he and Tesla held in common:

The Ether. You know, that stuff that makes your Soul glow so… I call it the Psylense because, in my paradigm, everything exists within and is sustained by its presence which is as easy to miss as a canvas upon which paint slings to display things to your consciousness. That is where the noiZ steps in or, from a musical lens, you could say its the space that makes the rest possible. Much like the gaps in between the thoughts in your head. It can be a worthwhile investment to leverage those blips and crowbar your consciousness into a higher level of awareness. It works especially when as you come back to this realm after a night in bed and, leveraged correctly, you can do some pretty amazing things if you can maintain your chill whilst heating up your awareness.

On a side note, can anyone explain why the gas giants of the solar system emit more energy than they get from the Sun? I suspect this may be due to compression causing ejection of the core content but would entertain answers from those with the wisdom and would appreciate if they can address the twined concept that attest the Earth is expanding. To me the fact that the continents seem to fit like a perfect puzzle has always made me wonder, since a jit. Anyway, back to the topic:

Reich posited that modern man is vitally different to what kicked in the past as we create bands and bands of tension around certain points which are built up of repressed emotions that, in turn, have effects on our awareness as the mind and body are one thing at different forms of spin or resonance. A good way to picture this is electricity and magnetism being a right angle presentation like that famous “spooky action at a distance” fish is actually one but presented as two thanks to slick camera tricks that keep people puzzled via the sleight of mouth pimps. Better yet you could attest that the head runs on sparks whilst the chest handles the attractives and this view can be backed up by measuring the coherent field that it emits and how its strength far exceeds that of the gray matter in your head. Did you know that Glial cells (aka the glue of the brain and a vital component of nervous health) also sit in your belly and chest in immense concentrations? Know we know what a “gut feeling” is, yes? These places I term the Three Kingdoms and they are your true inheritance. Actually, lets back up a bit:

Imagine if you were born to a King and Queen and thus of noble parentage. You were then snatched from the realm and raised to beg on the pavement with a clue of your true place or station. Thing is life has a funny way of not being able to obscure the true provenance of anything and you could bet this man of the street would get more respect, tips and general acknowledgement than the rest because “There is just something about him. I don’t know what it is” as evidenced by his bearing. Lets imagine someone comes, from far, far away, bearing a message and glad tidings about who you are, what happened and how to get out of this mess. Would you want to claim your inheritance or would you be perfectly content with the life you felt seemed inevitable as you’d never explored (or had an inkling) things could be different?

In this case you can bet that most out of ten would raise hell to regain heaven but what if I said the same could be applied to the state of awareness and presence that manifested as your childhood imperience that was filled with immense creation, endless energy and curiosity that won’t relent as you thrilled at the fact you were human. Would you like to regain that again? The only thing preventing this is the Pane Body, my friend, and the process that laid it on is what I call Adulteration. This is the world its built and it is, in the end, entirely optional as its based on ignorance, suffering and disconnection of the masses from their inner realms and the gift of imagination which is then minted and spent on other things, officially sanctioned. Its really quite wild, once it clicks, as reality creation is a skill that involves theatrical deception, par excellence, and those who know this have been at the helm for generations and thus built man in their image. Consider the Brits (do you Know what that name really means or why they place a triple cross in your dish?) and the whole “Stiff upper lip” and think about the fact that tiny, tiny island opened the umbrella of colonialism in the rear ends of every melanated section of the planet before looting their trinkets and natural resources. Actually, have you ever wondered why Africa, India and South America are kept dirt poor and yet are spiritually rich and all of them exhibit the same shape to their continents?

The greater the grip of the Pane Body the more material the focus, it seems. Here we have a race that can be argued for, and well, built the blueprint upon which the modern world is etched in everything from the legal system to the lingua franca of this realm and various other aspects that set the trend that rest hitch their wagons to, real quick. Its ironic how they can’t stay in the sun though and thus what sustains the rest kills them with kindness and yet they’ve flipped the script to make “Ethnic minorities” refer to the mass who have melanin running around their system as they run around dividing and conquering. But, thats another topic. And yet, it is linked with Reich, real well as the old school version of him used to rain dance in tribal settings and it was this particular contraption that led to a brush with Them at the helm who didn’t like it one bit. Basically this simple experiment takes a few sections of pipe which you sit in a bowl of water that then draws down energetics much like the lightning bolt effect in order to cause weather manipulation. Interesting, isn’t it? I intend to make one, one of these rays, but the main issue is a lot of what is promulgated and linked to the name of this man simply isn’t his creation or, if it is, its heavily obfuscated. Doesn’t that make you a tad suspicious? It does to me, thats for certain. Anyway, getting back on topic:

After my NDE I no longer felt like me. That which, once upon a when, worked as a seamless and cohesive whole that was totally invisible was now filled with holes and jagged little edges that were almost entirely out of sync. The image I’ve used is of someone swinging a huge axe at a tree and watching it rip through the lineage but getting stopped by the piece of bark at the edge that retains its connection and sustains the upward elevation of the rest via its strength of presence. Thing is there was now an immense amount of pressure present and loads of other things that must be accounted for in order to get the toothpaste back in the package and this is where Reich steps in with his concept of Body Armor.

BA, for him, is what generates the bad attitude in man as it operates like kinks in a hose that prevent the regular flow which then flips into another version of itself that is not direct and authentic. Adulteration and Inner Sense, in other words. Can you imagine that after having being kissed by death I found the answer to a question that had puzzled me since a jit when I looked at my parents and realized that they too, once upon a when, were children and not actually born like this. It was a horrifying realization and my first, just out of Pampers, existential crisis that spun around in my head for ages and could only be represented by two words:

“What happened?“.

Now I Knew, with a capital K and it made perfect sense as the bits of my spirit that were previously held in via bands of tension that built up over a lifetime of suppression and then draped in coping mechs and various forms of ignorance were now palpably present and hard to miss. It made me wonder if this isn’t the actual basis of what psychonauts call bad trips as I suspect they are one the same, but thats another topic. The Pane Body came to me as I was doing an extended chunk of foam rolling then holding on the highest spot of pain and tension whilst transcending the face that was wincing and held tight in tension. Basically you get to the owie and keep laying it on thick whilst trying to remain totally chill and in the moment. Then something strange happened. I call this Melting and caused a really vivid flashback of an event that felt like time traveling as it was way richer and intense than the life I’d been living. Imagine, just for a moment, that I wasn’t sitting there in a strange position actively chasing my tension with the intention of affection and relaxation but total vivification instead. It felt like someone had lifted the needle on the record of my life and placed it some place else as it was Prousts madeline times ten. But it was what came next that was most amazing as the escaped toothpaste of energetics reassembled itself into a state of coherence that went above and beyond its previous arrangement. As I looked in the mirror it felt like something was different but it was nigh on impossible to put my finger on the image and say what this was. Needless to say my interest was piqued and its on this we shall speak:

I truly believe this is the single best weapon of suppression against the human race and its true divine potential. Its why I’ve said that a golden age baby, freshly stepping in, is the same as a kid in these times of iron. Its what comes next that causes the Pane Body inheritance which springs from parents to their offspring because they, back when, lament:

“When I grow up. I’ll never be like them”.

At some injustice. And yet, nine times out of eleven, they mature and repeat the exact same steps. Verbatim, in some cases. If that isn’t the definition of madness, I don’t know what is. The problem is seeing it is quite difficult, especially when you have been trained to look everywhere but within. Things like this make me question the intent of whats at the helm as the most logical thing is we’re being farmed for negative emotions hence the constant conflict, intra/interpersonal stress and solutions that promise the world but deliver nothing but side effects in the end. That last one is quite ironic as the cause of this realm is not what most suspect:

Them.

See, without the presence of your awareness to Witness this projection none of this exists ergo you are responsible for all of it which is quite mind bending as we, on some level, are doing this to ourselves which is why the Devil appears to get a free reign as people pray to the charades he built in their heads as they comprehend not they are the seeker, seeking and sought. This is why discernment (aka upping your res) is essential because without it you’re stuck in the most basic state and the simply fact of the Game is nobody, ever, stepped in wanting to be less. And yet, thats where they end and the Pane Body knows the truth of what I said because unlike your Adulterated awareness it cannot hop, skip and pretend whilst referring to a past and future tense. It has no choice but to be present. This is why folks scream and yell if you leave them alone for a forty five minute spell in a totally white room with no noise or distractions. At best they’d feel uncomfortable and that is an immense tell about what truly kicks and all I’ve mentioned as well as various esoteric practices of stillness and the manipulation of awareness that involve moving not a muscle as you learn to develop a sense of distance via observation of the currents that flow within. Those alone are pretty amazing when it comes to Knowing the Ledge as you’ll be taken there, real quick. The alternative is to lie on your bed and thrash your arms and legs as you stomp and yell for fifteen minutes. Try it, see what happens. At first it may feel like you’re faking but when something that was once slumbering is awakened within the emotions flood out in a torrent that may just leave the sheets soaking. This is the Pane Body, my friend. It is built upon Patterns of tension that dwell in your subconscious and manipulate your awareness with the whole “Toward pleasure/Away from pain” thing that society exploits from the moment you step in as, surprise, they’re the ones that broke you, back when. Its an old pimps trick known as the Hegelian Dialectic in which they play both sides against the mid to leave the last man standing the option they wanted and you with the short end of the stick. Yet again.

How long shall they kill our prophets whilst we stand aside and look? Just stop and think, for a moment, that if all was present and correct according to the divine sketch in this realm then who the hell is sending them and to what end? Just that one question alone is, I feel, enough to unify all who truly claim to have a heart in their chest as it gets down to the prime cause and effect of what it means to be human as most Souls are pretty decent but its their programming thats a mess. Thing is, if you ask them, direct, they’ll deflect as they’re too accustomed to the fake as they manufacturer proof for the lies they tell. Who? Themselves, everyone else and anyone who’ll listen. The supposed “spirituals” are the worst at this as they slip on their religious head when praying or going through the motions but think they can hide their evil ways when another spirit takes over them. Or maybe that is the greatest challenge? To tell when you’re in the black or red? When to hold em, fold em and go all in? That level of discernment means one must first accept the lay of the land as it is and how tension seeks resolution along the path of least resistance then check how its been working. If it hasn’t, flip the script. Get radical. Do something different and peep the sketch then keep trimming your sails and check which direction the winds doth shift. Sure this way is lonely and you may lose a lot of friends as family say you’ve gone off at the deep end but that is only due to you being out of sync with them and this the Opponent in their head takes as a threat so recollect its not them speaking via those lips but something within and thats when things can get super duper strange, in my imperience, as your shadow is now rendering consciousness in this realm but thats a deeper topic.

Lets just say there are dangers to deprogramming and why many, after a certain age, are best left plugged in. Its also why I’ve said, time and again, that if we let the children lead for a couple of gens without the brainwashing and trauma programming the world could be quite different as the predator of consciousness that feeds on this realm and begets the Pane Body to hide its influence would have no choice but to feed upon itself and that, my friend, is why it intends to mix machine and man as it needs to stay connected to what sustains it whilst we are actually aspects of the Prime, the pre-existing one made manifest via consciousness hence:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again