Shattering to Become Whole

There is something very, very strange about this place. Maybe its this stage of the Game or the way that I play as I don’t know that many other people that were born in the jaws of the dragon so it is what it is. What am I speaking of? Shattering to become whole, my friend. It is, by far, the most radical aspect of all of this as its so mind boggling to comprehend. But, that in itself is a massive hint because as I mentioned in a previous topic about how the ego was born by a thorn placed within that caused a numbing process there are certain things that happen to bring us face to faceless with the true Self and then the counterfeit at the helm doth yelp as it spent so much of your time and energetics pretending said event didn’t happen.

But it did.

You, currently, may not know it. Heck, even me who pretty much specializes in inner excavation spent around a decade and change skirting around it whilst indulging in all types of coping mechanisms until the events got so heated that the solve et coagula effect kicked in and broke me down to the very basics. Then proceeded to stomping. Hoo wee! At the time that it kicked I was wondering “What the F?” but then a part of me was aware this was the way to transcendence and it just so happened that I actually possessed all of the resources needed to navigate these seas, treacherous. I’ve detailed these adventures in other missives in the Near Life Experience section but the latest twists and turns make the previous look like a sweet sojourn in a tropical island of bliss as we went above and beyond the limits of the skin and this spin of incarnation hence old scores and past lives was the topic. What did I gain from this? The benefits are immense. Can you imagine Knowing (capital K) that you are not the flesh, the story in your head or any of the others things you previously accepted? Instead you discover something so subtle and numinous that it was only by the destruction of your old perspectives could you finally grok what was hidden. Its akin to spending your life watching a motion pic play out on a screen as you sit in the audience, spectating. Lets pretend that you don’t go clock the reel or whatever does project but the actual, factual source of light itself. Then you comprehend that from one life to the next, awake or in bed, this glow remains constant for you are it, my friend.

In such a scenario could you bear any ill will to those Agents of the Matrix that set into motion said events that caused all types of commotion in your subconscious? Methinks not. Your mileage may vary but I had seen many consumed by the futile rage of such things as well as having many elucidating conversations with schizophrenics and mystics who, in the end, are simply two poles of the same spectrum. Except the latter swims where the former is drowning. The difference? He looked into the light and didn’t blink as he realized this realm is a projection of his consciousness and thus all is within with the outer merely reflecting. The former didn’t get this memo and that is akin to trying to use earthbound GPS when teleported to another planet in a far off dimension where the rules of the Game are quite different.

Shattering to become whole is, hands down, one of the most radical concepts I’ve bitten then digested on this trip in the flesh but it also makes so much sense when loads of previous incarnations have been spent in prep of this. Thing is the body is drawn toward pleasure and away from pain. That is the (false) selfs Game and it plays it, real well. It not only has an ensemble cast to help but your own friends and fam who are hell bent on having you dig the same reality tunnel as them. Even if they’re miserable. Scratch that, especially if as you know what they say about company, yes? Cue extended periods of isolation which, for a man gregarious, was like telling a fish it has wings and was actually tricked into thinking this as its true aspect is that of a bird, born to soar. Imagine this:

You are walking through a forest. It is overgrown and dense. Your water supplies are looking thin. You are truly out on a limb with no way to turn and not a clue of who can help. High, high overhead there flies a bird and, from its lens, there is a brook, babbling, just off in the distance. That is time travel, is it not? From your view the place is in your future and if you find it, uncertain. For he with wings its the present and the Path is direct. In this example we’re talking about the relationship between your earthbound consciousness and true Self that never left or disconnected from the Prime, the pre-existing one who is the all of everything. It was this connection that I forged in the depths of hell as I knew that all around was naught but deception and illusion that was designed to trick as this is the Game on its highest level ergo the greater the fear the grander the win. In essence. We all have Witnessed this. Ranging from the time you left a gig before things got complicated that those who stayed lived to regret up to the day you met a girl that seemed totally perfect but something within you made you shake your head and walk away, back to loneliness, as you wondered why the heck you did this. Later on it becomes clear as Buddhas tale of Maras daughter rings in your awareness and see how it was simply a test. Then the shattering doth commence.

At this stage, nebulous, its easy to feel frightened. So you should. Admit it. Sink into the sensation whilst asking “When else did I feel like this?”. Keep tracing these sensations back and something very, very strange happens as its almost like you’re possessed as your limbs start flailing and you vent what was suppressed. This is how I met the Pane Body, back when. After that it became Self evident that this is a Game of three halves, no less, as there is what you know you know, what you know you don’t and the third stroke is masterful as you didn’t know you weren’t aware of what you didn’t think exists and thus never even spent one iota of time contemplating it. This is where the shattering kicks in as you find your Self in a very strange place (see GPS comment) and it clicks that what got you here won’t get you out the other end. It was at just that moment I heard my totem, flying overhead. It was something I’d seen, now and then, but never truly felt. I noticed that it seamed to react to my attention as it moved in circles that spiraled then said “Follow me” in a voice, silent. So I did. Through brambles and bush with thorns and such things I saw red, vicious, eyes sitting there twinkling. My canteen was low and my stomach rumbling as my nerves were tumbling like clowns in the main event. I just put one foot in front of the next and thus found my oasis at which I drank my fill, licked my wounds and thought “What the heck?”. Then we set off to do it all again. And again. And again.

Its from this place, high up a hill of consciousness, that I type this missive with the intent of sharing some guidance for those who don’t have rock solidly fluid intuition to offer them guidance as life is always speaking but not many can listen. Those who do are often seen as schizophrenic as they string together said symbols into a narrative which, to an outsider, makes no sense but, to them, are the only sane option. The zany truth of this is its actually the world thats flipped its lid and the outsane one has the correct reaction when coming face to faceless with what life has hidden. I strongly suspect that each and every one of us will, in some incarnation, have to take this trek as its the only way out of this realm and once you handle the baggage the obstacles melt and the jungle, so fearsome, appears to offer cryptic hints as those eyes, shining red, now appear as becaons to highlight your steps as the foliage and such things bend and sway to make room for the Prince who crowns him Self. You could be strolling and think “I’m hungry” just as a ripe fruit falls from a tree overhead and lands in your grip as your hand naturally extends due to your newfound resonance. “Isn’t that something?” the Warrior thinks with a grin as he stops to notice what was once invisible. The bird in the tree that nudged said sustenance lets out a trill as its quite a thrill for it to see you comprehend the subtle message that plays in your awareness when Centered in Self.

This is the reason I send these texts to the web and into the collective unconscious because you may read and not comprehend but in a life yet to kick said lessons will be there, when needed, as you find yourself shattered on a trek without a frame of reference as a subtle whim makes your head tilt as you notice a bird that seems oddly familiar, circling…

There is a reason why I’ve said there is but one story, what Campbell called the Heroes Journey as the Game is quite simple yet staggeringly complex. What do you expect when you comprehend we’re inside a fractal of consciousness that collapses and erects in each instance depending on your resonance? On the day to day, for those running the treadmill, this can be very easily reality tested as there are times when you’ve leapt out of bed, feeling amazing, and everything else aligns so well you may feel like you were born under a star, twinkling. Nothing else has shifted. Just your perception or point of assemblage I call the Witness and with it the whole world rearranges to your whim as you start decoding different instead of being encoded, as expected. This, alone, can break many Slaves out of their Cave of ignorance but the thing with the zone of discomfort is that its a rut lined with velvet that was furnished by the Devil himself, the one you know best aka the voice in your head. Are you seeing how schizos fall into this as they click they aren’t it but that which listens and thus dip a toe in the DKDK aspect I said and then all hell breaks loose as this world is built on tamping resonance hence the drugs don’t work so refuse to take them. Except there is no due process for madmen. Murderers, yes. Even when caught red handed but woebetide the man who dares question the script life handed him which is why, in the days of yore, the Shaman lived some distance from the village, usually up a hill.

Why? For the isolation. What else? See, lifes greatest secret is there is no “out there” without an “in here”. Taking it back to the day things go well you may notice you look in the mirror and feel quite attractive as you see your features with a new lens and this causes a reaction from the feminine principle who say you’re looking well as you nod your head and engage in smooth conversation that takes no effort to showcase your wit, sparkling. Sure beats lying in bed at Two AM as you think of the perfect comeback you could’ve said as you play both sides of a conversation that didn’t happen to rehearse an outcome that is as distant as water under a bridge. Thats outsane, isn’t it? And yet, everyone does it. See what I said about everyday madness that nobody questions? Until they do and its “Quick, to the mental asylum!“. The dangers of awakening are akin to walking uphill on thorns with no shoes present. You will bleed. There will be pain. Until you comprehend that you actually spread said things for just such a reason and then they turn to rose petals instead and the reason nature made the stem for something so pure that vicious becomes Self evident.

The silence on this aspect in modern texts or culture as it is is a huge tell to how the Path of Power threatens the intent at the helm and yet there is one beyond this that sent the bird and he who is linked as an aspect made flesh. Fascinating stuff, that is for certain, as things are never the same again for one ups their res to such a dramatic level that its akin to seeing the code where you were once plugged in and not allowed to ask questions as you thought you had it sussed in a life, predictable, that actually bored you death but the idea of change caused so much stress that ambivalence kicked in with a thick layer of coping mechs hence I sing the familiar refrain, yet again, for those who hear me on AM with one speaker busted and loads of static thrown in as they sing along to a song called “Only Human” with misrepresented lyrics and no way of correcting. That is, until they melt aka shattering to become whole so say it with me, people:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

The Forest of Illusion

The vast majority of behaviors that we cling to as a collective and thus normalize were designed to hold the vast swathes of anxiety that dwell within human beings at bay. Anyone who points this out isn’t welcome, of course, because people don’t like to become aware of their flaws but trudging on in ignorance instead simply means you see neither the tree or forest, even as the terrain gets dense. See, the thing with living like that is is that its not only inauthentic and prone to returning less than you invest with higher doses being required to maintain the balance as you progress. No, the worst aspect is that each step along this brightly lit and heavily trafficked way takes you farther from your Self and with it all of your true potential which you instead trade for whatever they say is the current way to be.

The greatest secret of the world at this current stage is that it profits from misery and everything is designed to elicit as much as it can without making it totally unbearable whilst simultaneously crafting ways of taking the pain away. Ah, its amazing isn’t it? Its like having a government contract as a glazier to fix all of the broken windows in your state and then turning around and sliding the local street kids a few notes to go and hurl some bricks. Its a phenomenal return on investment because the delinquents in question have no intention of getting nicked and even if they do they’re too young to be charged for it and, best of all for them, they are getting some money in their pocket for indulging their destructive whims to help take away the boredom that led them to congregate on the pavement in the first place. The businessman on the other hand whistles as he works with a grin because the money keeps pouring in and he’s charging top dollar at the governments expense and no one cares a bit because its not their cash he spends each time he sends a bill. He draws the work out as long as he can, thinking of countless ways to trim more and more from his benefactor who also benefits from this deal. What do I mean? Consider this:

The Mayor notices an immense uptick on petty street level things like broken windows, kids being a nuisance, graffiti and other anti social behavior. You know the type of thing. Elections are also looming and he isn’t keen to hand in his “Access all areas” pass and the perks this brings so he chooses to whip up a frenzy in his constituents by reading from a narrative that an expert panel had writ (billed to the government, who else?) that was designed to push the buttons of people living in his catchment area as well as dangling promises like:

“Once you elect me again I’ll be increasing the spend to deal with this issue thanks to more policemen on the beat to act as a deterrent to these marauding groups of feral kids. After all its just some broken glass here and there at the moment, small and irritating but what if they get their hands on weapons? Oh, what a threat that would bring. People would no longer feel safe and we simply must prevent this so at the election, vote for your friend…”

And so on goes the script that he reads with conviction and flourish as he’s an actor par excellence who intends to make them think what he says and purports he stands for actually comes from within and is what he intends to bring to the table, should they place their faith in him. Side note – Did you notice how the carrot and stick combined in that little segment of his speech just then? Started off with a promise for better days then ended with a threat so those that listen would be firing on all cylinders as he read the rousing text penned at great expense by a think tank he drafted in to manage public perception. Thing is he won’t do none of that. At least, not as you expect or as he promised because he just wants to make sure his lifestyle for the next few years is sustained so he can keep creaming a little skim. Why don’t we follow him to the golf club, later that evening:

“Jim! How’s it going, my fraternal friend?”. “Good evening, Mr Mayor, exactly as intended the tills certainly do ring. I come bearing gifts. A token of my esteem” says the man who profits from panes as he opens a briefcase and pulls out a rare bottle of whisky that he hands to his incumbent comrade. “Excellent, excellent” says he, then adds quietly “The other thing?”. ‘Of course, of course, Mr Mayor” he replies and hands him a envelope slim. Inside is one thing. A check which bears their names and a chunk of digits that will slide in to the Mayors wifes bank account as fees for her “consulting” that was most appreciated by the National Federation of Glaziers for services rendered.

Are you starting to get a hint about how this works? Its no different from what I’ve said and actually far more devious in intent and way more damaging. This is where the cost of doing business meets the perks of office and these deals are hashed out privately where these kind of people meet to discuss their plans and schemes.

Not for nothing is it seen that those who wish to perch high learn golfing quickly as one link leads to another and it provides a nice amount of privacy so people can meet without having meetings. Such is the principle of Dual Reality where it seems like one thing but is actually another indeed, as well as action. Definitely quite slippery because they present an image that looks like butter wouldn’t melt until they get what they need then they look at you like the cat thats had the cream because you’re so silly that you don’t cotton on to their scheme.

Have you ever asked yourself what the government actually is? It doesn’t exist. There isn’t a living palpable thing you can point at and say “There it is”. And yet it has agents, resources and a formidable presence that makes itself felt whilst remaining invisible. Magic isn’t it? In both the speculative and operative sense, my friends, because this is the nature of the System and its all about power and influence over the plebs who are trained to be dim, not suspect a thing. Kept in the dark and fed a steady stream of BS, which stands for Belief Systems. Interesting isn’t it that “Be Leaf” the command which is hidden within. No wonder it feels so natural because then the “Cyst” is inserted in as “M” is the only sound in the English language you make with closed lips. Do the math on the rest.

“Shh, you’re not supposed to tell them and show them the strings which make them puppets of a figment of their imagination. Why would you want to do this? Join us instead. Here, here’s a blank cheque. We can make your life swell, who gives a toss about them? The plebs are stupid. Cattle at best. Useless eaters who spoil everything but they are a necessary evil as their ignorance means we profit from them, six ways from Sunday and even more when they’re dead“

“Well, thank you” I said. “I’m flattered by the attention but I’ll have to decline your proposal“. “Suit yourself. We won’t be asking again and you know how this will end because they’re too stupid to listen and stuck so deep in this that if you attempt to remove their ignorance they’ll crucify you instead. Ah, its so beautiful. But you already knew this, yes?”. “Yes” said I “I’m aware of this aspect but it brings a nice challenge and I like the odds”. “What?” he said with a sniff “8 billion and counting against one? You must really think you’re something”. “No, no. Not at all. I am no thing. Like a circle, without beginning or end. In bliss I’m sustained, from bliss I came and to bliss I shall return once I’ve span this world. Interesting isn’t it that you get dizzy if you turn round faster and faster and this state of confusion is called…”. “Whirled” the Mayor droned “Very clever with these words. Lets see how far you make it on your own. Them, those useless eaters have no wish to let go, nor do they desire to know the truth about this show. What is it you call?”. “The Game of Souls” I replied. “Yes, yes. Very clever” states he, looking apprehensively at his team who just walked in and are waiting to greet. “Look, I like you. I admire that drive for individuality and the wish to help those enmired in misery but the simple facts are you’re creating powerful enemies and think they are your friends. There are fates worse than death and you really don’t comprehend who you’re messing with or what the meaning is in all of this. I’m asking you again, please consider the proposal. We can really use your talent, turn it into something magnificent. We can give you the tools, the insight and the platform as well because you’ll be sanctioned by us and will have an effortless ascent…” “If only I clip on your wings? Slide myself into the strings and then what? Be just like them? What makes you think you haven’t been deceived with this power you wield temporarily? How much have you sacrificed, literally and metaphorically to be sitting here talking to me and yet I’m apparently nothing special, even though I’ve been offered such a deal. Its a steal, wouldn’t you say? Trade in my sovereignty and owe fealty to a team that says its this till the next step reveals its something else entirely then proceeds to rinse and repeat until you’re dizzy and reeled in to a deal you can’t ever leave”.

The Mayor squirms, uncomfortably and looks over at his team who have been staring intently at the discourse taking place. “Of course, they know about me. You’ll soon repeat all of the details which we speak, how I declined your courtesy and wish to carry on on my own. A one man army.” I said looking at him directly “Listen, if there is one thing you know is that I’ve sat in your seat previously. Climbed to heights as yet unseen and one day, one day you too will be presented with the same opportunity as there are but so many roles in the Game of Souls as it plays out, eternally. The Slaves are unaware of the choice which is why their peasantry is the prime source of their misery as you deal from the bottom of stacked deck in a world where money is debt, strength is ignorance and wisdom comes from doing as instructed, yes? You give them limiting Belief Systems along with other forms of BS designed to numb them further still and drive them away from themselves. Your crew, the Slave/Masters, know this well because this arrangement means you can walk and talk over their heads and their effort suspends those whose claim they’re more than them has ran unchallenged since when? A couple of thousand years with some pence, yes?”. “Think very carefully, you know how that ended for him“. “What the myth? The legend or the truth that he came to the West from East, shared what they needed to see then went home to chill with his family and now rests in a land that is heavily patrolled by angry militaries that you set against each other nicely as five rivers became three and two separately? Listen, like I said, at one point you too will have this option and now just like then you’ll be offered the world if you just acquiesce. The question is will you give in to noiZ they whisper in as alternating seduction and threats or will you heed the Psylense which says so much without stating a thing?”.

And with that I got up and left. See there are levels to this. You’re familiar with the pyramid but imagine above the physical is an inverted, identical and invisible edifice that wields an immense influence and you’ll start to build a far more accurate model of what you’re within because the hour glass reveals the nature of time as well as hints of the deal those that know won’t reveal because they promised to keep their lips sealed. Now me, I did no such thing but I can’t stand to profit from the suffering of those raised to be ignorant of the true power within as they dash from pillar to post and then back again. Seeking solutions which don’t change a thing because they don’t want to change a thing. Imagine hostages that are comfortable within, like Stockholm Syndrome and you’ll start seeing the nature of the Game because it claims those who don’t assert themselves whilst the Slave/Masters pledge themselves, in this world and the next aka the invisible pyramid hence the Masters are Slaves themselves as they are lorded over as well, just like they do to the Plebs. Ah, there is a resonance at least but in the middle of these two pieces where the in and visible meet there is a tiny slice, about 8% approximately that is nothing yet everything. Beautiful in its simplicity. Comes naturally to babies and young seeds but this state of Inner Sense is beaten out of them mercilessly as the System decrees and that is my problem. I don’t like how it feels and I dislike the deceit and treachery that generates such misery that feeds the marked to the Beast via daily drudgery.

It is so ugly. A world that looks heavenly yet feels specifically hellish occasionally. By their seeds shall ye know them as from these grow the trees which mark the forest of illusion you’re lost in. But look, up there, floating high in the wind is something that isn’t a bird but does exist on a higher plane of existence and can guide you out of this because its perspective offers a glimpse at what is hidden. Imagine for a moment:

You are lost and tired, maybe sick. Wandering through a forest you find yourself within. At one point you had a map and knew where you were headed but then something happened and you found yourself immersed in something that sprang up so gradually and subtly and yet is so dense that you can no longer make sense, but keep on trudging. You haven’t seen a Soul, nor have you heard a thing. It feels like you’re entirely alone in all of this as you raise the canteen to your lips and take a sip of the refreshment within as panic starts to set in. “Three days is all I can survive without this sustenance” you think and its at this very moment you look up and notice that which flies overhead. At this point the path splits and its a question of options that go a little something like this:

Keep doing what you did. Trudge on without knowing where you’re headed as you’ve been misdirected and tricked into thinking it isn’t what it is with your steadily depleted resources, both outside and within. Or try something different and see what happens.

See if that object were a bird with wings then the song it sings could offer guidance as it sees far more than those trapped within the forest of illusion due to its position. Not only that but it knows of your presence and situation as well and links your problem to a solution which rests two clicks in this direction as there is a natural spring from which you can drink your fill. The problem is this, the route there is paved with brambles and similar pain inducing things. It was designed like this to ensure most would perish, its only a question of when because all you can win at the end is death. But people don’t wish to acknowledge this. So ask your Self:

If you were in that predicament, which option would you pick? For now lets look into the head of our thirsty protagonist who sits on a rock in the forest, looking up at a bird that he’s certain is waiting for him and wishes to guide him. “Its absolutely foolish, a stupid idea” he thinks “How the hell did I get into this? No, no, no. Focus on the solution, forget the problem. OK. I’m lost, know where I’ve been but don’t know where I’m headed. I’m running low on this” he says waving his resources with a flourish “So this could be it. And yet, that which has just appeared feels like a message that was sent to help, guide and protect me as I get out of this.” With that said he starts pacing and now is talking out loud, to himself.

“Do you know how crazy that sounds? Oh yeah, I was lost in the forest of illusion and then a magical flying thing came me and directed me to my salvation. That is implausible at best and a delusion at worst. Oh I feel so stressed. How the hell did I get into this?”

Torn between a rock and hard place our protagonist reaches the point where he must excrete or vacate that upon which he sits and he decides to place his last remaining chip on a source of guidance he has no reason to trust beyond that inkling of a feeling within and thus he yells out “OK, show me the way to go home. I want to go home because I’m tired of being alone and walking these endless roads without having a clue of where to go or how to feel. Oh how I regret bitterly accepting this stupid deal. “Come for a weekend retreat, see the beauty of nature and experience privacy”. Yeah right” says he with a curious mixture of optimism and pessimism laced together by a sense of fury that rages against all this as he’s been pushed to the hilt.

Up above his guide sends the signal and together they set toward his own personal oasis. Up above its easy, without effort for the one that flies without wings and sees the whole thing. Down below the man is being ripped to shreds by the thorns and brambles and is cursing up a storm about how he’s a miserable wretch and this is the worst thing thats happened. “Oh, what an idiot who believes such foolish things. That bird might be a buzzard which is waiting to feast and here I am speeding up my demise, exponentially by wrestling with this unusually dense shrubbery”.

But there is something within, above and beneath. Something he can’t see but feels that says “This is the path for we” so he perseveres as his sustenance recedes and his vital fluids bleed from the myriad of cuts he’s acquired following the lead of one he’s never met, doesn’t know, has no reason to trust and yet still wants to see what he meets at the end of this journey. Eventually thanks to his tireless dedication and mildly spaced out feeling he laughs deliriously as he hears the sound of a stream and sees the bubbling spring. He drinks his fill, tears off his ragged clothes and jumps in to the refreshing waters as he grins and feels better, way better than he can remember being as it was so long ago he stepped into this realm, this forest and the rest that bought him to this point.

He laughs and thinks how three days ago he was on the verge of death and now it feels like he’s found his salvation. The emotions coursing through him are intense and he’s still aware of the presence that guided him to this point and wonders out loud, for their benefit “What next? I want to go home, if you’re taking requests. Thanks for the help but what about the rest?” he yells in their direction as that which flies without wings starts moving in spirals that he follows with his head and then slips and falls, landing on the embankment. “Ow” says he to himself and then notices a switch. He brushes off the filth and looks closely at it:

“In case of emergency press one hundred and eight times” says the text embossed in a circle. “What the heck?” says the man in the forest, as he is perplexed by the medium as well as the message but decides to click and see what happens. Suddenly the ground shifts. It feels like something is raising up from the depths as the dirt is rumbling as he quickly moves to the left as a hole in the ground opens. He peers within, there is a set of steps that look well built and its also nicely illuminated. “What the heck?” he says again as this is something way beyond what he expected as the answer generates more questions like “Who put this here? For what reason and end?” as his curiosity, which is intense, motivates him to walk in to these steps which are embossed with an acronym.

“P.o.P? I wonder what that could mean?”. The air is crisp, the environment clean. It feels like the polar opposite of where he’s been and, oddly, that never ending torment is starting to seem like a distant memory that dims steadily as he proceeds. It doesn’t take long till he perceives something that appears to be a train, waiting patiently. He can’t believe what he sees and rushes over to it, quickly. “No need to hurry, wanderer. Without you we shan’t leave”. “Who are you? How do you know me? To where does this train speed? I have a family I haven’t seen for so long, a life I wished to lead. So many hopes and dreams… Who the heck built this place? What is the meaning of the forest? How did I even come to be here initially?”

The conductor stands there smiling serenely and replies “The answers to all that and more are inside along with whatever you wish to eat, some attention to heal the wounds you sustained along your Journey as well as some new threads because you are, if you hadn’t noticed, naked” she says with apparent glee and tosses a plush robe at the wanderer and then blows the whistle once he’s on board as the train leaves and then, then dear reader, does the true adventure begin as the forest was simply a distraction where the ever increasing and dense vegetation represents facets of ones ignorance of Self as well as the nature of everywhen and the predicament they’re within when they know not the Game of Souls is in session. The rest I’m sure you can fill from the vaults of your powerful imagination as much was said to your chest so lets see what you comprehend as we commence on the adventure of a lifetime as we do the Knowledge and up our res to see through the dense forest of illusion and transcend the trees themselves to hop on the direct express to the land of Inner Sense.

Are you hearing me on FM?

Till we meet again

How Your Ego Was Born

I’d like you to image a rose. As it grows along the stem there are some thorns and things in the way that pave the way and protect what is to come. Pretend that one of these manages to go rogue and worm its way in to the tender core. As things develop that which was soft now needs to protect itself from a threat that shouldn’t have developed. And yet it did. In order to do this what was as smooth as silk becomes more like aluminum and instead of blooming it starts folding within. Into this maze the thorn is released and it too seeks freedom but irritates, greatly.

That, in a nutshell, is how your ego was born or, as I term, the (false) self. It is, first and foremost a protective mech designed to prevent the gnosis of what I said. The folding in can be caused by a wave of regret when a career woman realizes she’s pregnant or the extremes of abuse that were sent from the Devil himself as well as the more usual fare of two words shattering your inner realms. Either way, all go through this on this stage as it seems to be part of the wage one pays to play the Game. This fracturing causes immense consternation and anxiety that people will deny, vehemently. As said things need to speak the stress is often blamed on a third party whilst most rarely consider it is them that is the constant in each scrape and situation. Cognizance of such things is how one creates the Path by walking and then you’ll surely come face to faceless with your Opponent. For them, its the greatest trick because its like going to the casino with somebody elses wallet. If you win, big spends! If not, his problem. In the spiritual sense you can link this to the karma trick that keeps one bound to the wheel of time because if another is writing cheques then has you trained to cash them it would be quite different, yes? Thing is with the spiritual aspect one must learn to discern within whereas the other type of fraudulence could be traced and ended quick. Remember – the human mind has no firewall and there are those who know this well and aim to exploit it with every trick.

Because this (false) self is built on the denial of trauma and pain it tries to direct one to pleasurable things, no matter how destructive or questionable. The greatest tell, in this respect, is the fact that they need constant redosing. Its never a one hit, quit or even a case of pretending you’re fixed because once the hooks are in then you’ll be a Slave to its rhythm. There are many opiates in this realm ranging from the ones the British force fed the Chinese then laundered the profits through its banking system up to religion in its modern incarnation:

The web.

If you wish to see a true glimpse of human psychosis, well writ, then simply glance at the content that gets the traffic and it shows how people are, well, quite basic. Not only this but they have an immense appetite for deception and illusion that others are happy to pimp. “Its still real to me, dammit!” says the one who doesn’t believe the blue and red shift is a trick to prevent being Centered in Self.

In many respects you could accurately claim that what people call a supreme being is actually manifested as thee aka your awareness. The Adulterating aspect of the (false) self is then, by necessity, the Devil which brings an interesting step in I call upping your resolution as one must learn to discern the nature of these impulses as you cannot be the voice when you’re that which listens to said wavelength. Its a simple trick, hence why it holds so many in its grip but once it clicks you generate a distance which changes reaction into creation instead. Remember, response-ability is true free will. Accept no counterfeit! Alas, sadly, most are meat puppets and quite content to swing on strings and then there are those among us who are most certainly not human along with the Agents themselves linked in to the one who pimps aka the Slave/Master shenanigans.

And then there is me. He who been cursed to see the lay of the land as it is and is on a quest for liberation from this realm and that makes things really quite interesting as all of my life I’ve been lied to and misled by those who want nothing less than to prevent my exodus via erecting barriers on the Path to Self realization. Thing is, the obstacle is the way, in the end and they are simply showing me what to peep which is really quite nice of them. Obviously it takes a different frame of mind to gain this type of gnosis as one could gnash and wail whilst vowing revenge but if I’m dealing with figments of my imagination made manifest this makes perfect sense as an aspect that needs to heal by allowing my Self to feel. Embrace the pain to win the Game as this shows the Opponent for who he is and leaves him no place to hide from your vision as it becomes quite easy to tell how he’d held you in a state of trance via mass hypnosis that offers an immense perspective in what truly kicks and why it feels like the inmates took over the asylum, back when. Back on thread:

Because we are inside a fractal that is built up of nested Patterns its very easy to fall or, as they say, get with the program. This is the reason why many children say “When I grow up I’ll never be like them” and then find the same mind pouring onto the next gen in ways virtually identical. With this in light we see the shades hide a secret most miss and fewer yet comprehend:

Mind control, par excellence.

This is how its done because as the old adage attests about you using only ten percent of your brain what they actually meant was awareness as the rest is subconscious and this, my friend, is manipulated in ways subtle and obvious, smooth and ferocious from the moment you step in until you’ve actually left this realm. What? You thought they’d waste all that good conditioning? Hell no. That is the vital point, the proof of the pudding and you’ll remember this as you get slammed back into the flesh as you comprehend the entire point of the willhelpme project.

And it all started with a thorn. Something that was mislocated and caused a break in your development that generated a cascade of effects I’ve termed the Pane Body and this train of thought leaps from one gen to the next, unchecked, hence why the world is a mess. As intended. Its all part of a master plan. Those with it are rewarded well for misleading the plebs with artful deception that solves nothing but generates problems instead. They, themselves, are complicit in their oppression because they’re under the influence of the splinter of consciousness that manifests as the voice in their head that intercepts their feelings and raw sensations with a filtered narrative and handy, dandy projections instead that, very often, have very little to do with what presents and say far more about the interloper within. In a nutshell, if you believe you’re the (false) self with total, unchecked confidence then thou shalt reap what it sows in terms of ignorance but if you dare Know the Ledge and remove the Adulteration from Inner Sense that which was rendered numb and unfeeling can, once again, become coherent with the all of everything because only that which steps in can exit, in the end, and the rest – no matter how you slice it – is basically delusion as there is a part of you that is eternal, all Knowing and totally resonant. Children are proof of this for it overflows from their presence and yet none question why it dims. That is why I’ve said that Slaves don’t think, they Thunk instead as these topics are not for polite discussion or those caged inside their heads denying what I’ve shared. Its also why I say reality test and believe not a thing until you’ve felt it for your Self as that is the way you create the Path – by walking.

Till we meet again

We Are Living in Historical Times

Whilst I have said that watching the news is bad for your health it does pay one to remain informed. Not of the narrative. No, take that media glitz and throw it in the bin. Context, not content, my friend. Take this quote from one who knows the Beast, well, and sat at the helm:

Quite telling, yes? In many ways we were born into a spiritual war that is fought on many levels in the same instance. This is why I beat the drum of Inner Sense for those who hear me on FM because if you don’t, you wish you did when you see the world they’re currently building and how it will stand on the rubble of all you currently take for granted. What do I mean by this? Its of no importance, its what you think, in the end, that is vital to comprehend. Challenge your thoughts, research the opposite, ask “Who profits?” and you may just find that all roads lead to those who killed the prophets, stone dead, then fragmented those who followed by covert infiltration, subversion and manipulation of those hypnotized by symbols and what they say they rep versus what they’re actually doing. I know, it can seem a head trip but what do you expect when reality plays out inside your consciousness?

We are living in historical times, my friend. Either you get it or are too busy running the treadmill to give an F. What if I told you that this was built for exactly that reason because silence is consent ergo a simple “No” can work wonders as its the equivalent of throwing a wrench in a machine, so slick, that people take its thoughts and dress them in their own skin. Hoo! Say it with me people. Hoooooooooooooooo!

Now, granted, for the 81% this is nigh on impossible to comprehend as a) there are limits in their heads, b) the voice within will not tolerate this and c) they’re simply too tired to care. Apathy is a dangerous spell and it can make hell seem heaven sent as long as you keep blaming someone else when, in reality, you are complicit in your own oppression. Thats a pretty wild trip which means we are, in effect, engaging in spiritual S&M. Who is cracking the whip that bounces off your rear end if not your (false) self? Discern the difference between the voice, yammering, and the one who listens as only one is eternal. The other shifts like the sands around a Bedouin and, much like Plato said, this reps the Cave within which your Inner Sense is currently imprisoned. I Know because I have escaped its grip and chose to come back again to help those who hate their life as it is but cannot find any solutions. The problem is only 8% are capable of implementing this as the brainwashing of the 11 is so dense, so all encompassing, that to question the narrative sounds like you’ve got tinfoil wrapped around your head.

Why do you believe what you believe? Is it serving your best or are you, in end, a proponent of a System that gives not an F about your health, wealth and happiness? A bitter pill, for certain, but the honey is there, within, for those who can digest and look beyond the surface. Talk to those you disagree with but use an open ment as its the sign of a broad mind that can entertain that which he disagrees with. On the flip, don’t let the angle be so intense that your brain falls onto the pavement as you yell the “Its a school! My Spirit is growing with each step” as these are lies the disempowered tell to those as weakened as them as they commence circle jerking. This is why I’ve said the internet is a weapon and the wise see the truth which lies beyond their silicon friend who covets nothing else than total domination of their consciousness.

You have to fight to survive because if you are not progressing you’re regressing and this infantile state can be seen, real well, in cancel culture and the whole concept of triggering because he who makes you mad is your Master, in the end. Question why this is. Why is that particular spot so sensitive? If you had been taken in by a trick that had pimped countless generations before you incarnated would you like to become aware of keep investing dividend in the original Four One Nine blueprint? Take it from a real Prince that lives his lyrics:

Awakening is a lonely thing as you can expect those you classed as kith and kin to rail against your unnumbing as they yelp that what you feel is incorrect:

“Who are you gonna believe? Me or your lying eyes?” they yell as they point to their sacred traditions and label you an infidel. Listen, I’m not saying take all of it and throw it in the bin. Far from it. Examine with a critical lens and see how your thoughts shape your actions which mold your perceptions on what to expect because this entire realm plays out inside your consciousness and the spiritual war that I hinted at is nothing less than a battle between the forces of good and evil. Not to get too dramatic but you can tell who is at the helm, at present, yes? There is no denying this but they Know ye better than you Know your Self and that is an immense problem for anyone who is ignorant of the potential that languishes within as its shackled to a contraption that believes the narrative of those who parade symbols in front of the flame which keeps hid the fact that its a poor approximation of the sun, shining overhead. Let go, gain everything.

For many, reading, this can feel like a fate worse than death as they possess (or is that, are possessed?) by the “I am John of House Smith and this is what I believe in ergo it must be correct” that barely scratches the surface of their magnificence and is, in many ways, the source of their problems. Push the pen, look within, ask the eternal child what it thinks and then take in that scrawl in ink which shows what you left behind, back when, as they pumped “Sit still! Look ahead” into your developing awareness which formed a callous of consciousness that manifests as aches and pains below the neck that constantly shift. The world is talking, are you listening? If so, what is said offers immense hints as we can tell most are not comfortable in their skins and COVID was a great example of this as people were drunk by Twelve PM in order to make it bearable. Red in tooth and claw, is the simulation…

To truly feel among the numb one must run the risk of ostracization and if this brings isolation, then so be it. In my own, personal, example I went from an immense social circle that I ring led with observations that came from doing the Knowledge to spending vast chunks of time by my Self. An amazing thing happened when the distractions vanished as I came face to faceless with what dwells beneath the surface. Some of my worst fears were confirmed and once I unwrapped them what shone from within was a state of total bliss as I learned to unconditionally accept my Self as a perfect reflection of the Prime, pre-existing, of whom I am an aspect made flesh and born into the land of confusion at a time of immense shifts. We are the ones for whom we’ve been awaiting. As much as I would have liked a savior to swoop in and save me from the life of pain I lived I comprehended, back when, this would never happen ergo the key to my sanity was always in my grip but the most ironic bit was when it clicked the door to the cell was never locked and I simply sat there, in ignorance, awash in coping mechs and all types of distractions. Read this missive about the allure of a VR headset and why the one eyed king is praised by the blind who don’t comprehend he pulled a trick to slide a world over their vision. Implicit in this riddle is ignorance and how most are simply so tired and exhausted that they might as well be barely animated corpses that shuffle on strings, invisible, that manipulate them from within. Its why I’ve said fear is a street sign on the way to healing so nod you head and keep on stepping as you only create the Path by walking.

There is a famous pic of a man who refused to salute a dictator in his presence that I used at the head of this article and it was chosen for a reason for it matters not if you stand in front of a tank, Tiananmen, or are the same on a quest to meet the wizard with a request to animate what you feel should beat within. Hear it? Thats the Psylense, my friend. It never left, always present as ye are it and it is thee, incarnated. Thats an immense gift so why not pull the loose thread and see what happens? Even if your intent is to disprove what I said as its all French to thee comprehend that not all language spells are romantic, in the end as there is a reason I said Devilish is quite wicked and pernicious due to what it does to your consciousness hence why it tops the list of the traits of the Slave, mentioned elsewhen. Get back to nature, spend time off the web, be more discerning about what you consume, play with the variables in your grip, examine your thought process and see if they truly help or is your old way akin to buying mince, onions and things then whipping in the kitchen only to yell “Where the F is my rice pudding?“. Garbage in brings, what? Are you getting my drift or is my singing to the deaf not passing the limits they accept on themselves?

What would you do if you were me? Would you disconnect and, in private, keep doing what you did and say “F em. Thats their problem” or would you step back into the breech, once again, and spread the gospel to the apostles who don’t yet comprehend they are their own saviors but currently dressed in the roles and reciting scripts that place their power outside of them due to the immense manipulation their lineage endured for generations to make the world how it is? I know, that can seem like a hell of a head trip that is akin to requesting you rip out the foundations of your life, as it is, but what if you were locked in a Cave when a whole beach was awaiting? This is the “familiar newness” you’ve heard me mention as each Soul that comprehended and put that work in did turn with a grin as they said:

“You know what? When we first met I thought you were off your head but something made me listen and actually reality test your perspective and whilst I can’t say I agree with the whole “Game we play using our Souls as credits” there are other bits I hear on FM as well as certain things I, my Self, have discovered and these I’m sharing with anyone who’ll listen as its so addictive to live a life, unpredictable, after unleashing the creative that was shackled in chains of pain, shame and regret I dared not face or vent until your provocative conversations hit the nail on the head and forced me to ask my chest if there actually was more to this beyond what they print on the tin?”.

Such are the words of the man made of metal that he came to comprehend was simply the armor used by a calloused consciousness to keep him from resonating with the all of everything. That, my friend, is the Matrix, in a nutshell and if you want to transcend one must first step in to the darkness as this place you fear and dread is where they hid your greatest strength and made you yell at the infidels as the true cause of the problem when, in reality, they are naught but reflections. Declare war on the (false) self. Stop its resonance with what broadcasts on Pirate AM with its low level mess of filth and degradation that spells out the blueprint of what power is in ascent and is, at present, petrified of a mass awakening so its various agents, from politicos to celebs, lay on thick the narrative as they fawn at the feet of Mammon and attempt to fill the emptiness which is a hallmark of Adulteration. None of those old things worked, anyway, so why not try something else?

Know the Ledge, my friend, as only you can, in the end and should this moment slip through your fingertips you have no one else to blame but yourself for living, dying, getting mindwiped and back again into a fresh shell where they’ll do it all again as lifes greatest secret is you are far more powerful than they said because this entire realm wouldn’t exist without your presence and the glow of Inner Sense from each child, fresh, who steps in stands as testament to what I said and thats why it dims, real quick, past the age of six as they fall into step with their parents and are prepared to run the treadmill as well in a world, well adjusted, to mass sickness which may just be a symptom of this floating insane asylum the inmates took over, back when.

Remember, silence is consent but Psylense hears everything as it sees with greater depth aka upping your res and its only then the Game begins as the rest is a mere distraction. Get free or thrive trying, that is my message.

The great war begins and the rivers certainly will run red but why wait to regret when you could make better choices instead but until you are aware of what they are beyond the Click-Whirr in your head then what term but Slave describes you best?

Do the Knowledge.

Till we meet again

The World in My Mind, My Mind in the World

The concept of a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness which spins at two instances both outside and within may seem mind-boggling when mentioned in text but, when it comes to living it, its perfectly natural. Stranger still is how invisible the process is and that is why I’ve said, time and again, that reality as it stands has far more in common with a dream than an objectively solid deal that doesn’t need your presence to generate its resonance. Once again that is something that appears inane in text but carries immense weight when feltsensed as gnosis of your awareness and its boundless flex to project, take in and buy what you’re selling at twice the price labelled. Actually, back up a bit:

Its not an anvil thing. Much more like a feather in the sense that one becomes tipped on the scales toward Spirit rather than matter as you comprehend the dense state of vibration at this depth is actually made of something far more numinous and subtle. You are it, my friend. Not the story in your head or timeline you’re traversing that is as invisible as water to a fish or any number of concepts you really hope and wish are true but have no proof in your fist and thus you must gnash and wail in order to defend the faith against those who would tarnish it.

All of that said, its not so much that this is the world how it is but what the F did I do to end up in this mess whilst being surrounded by those who gladly take it in with no questions asked nor needed. Imagine being the first Exocoetidae to swim in the seas of regular fish. They’d look at your fins and not comprehend how one would be so well endowed compared to them. Some would admire, others may be jealous but there isn’t a Soul among them that could tell you how to take flight and use that natural gift in the way it was intended. On the flip, they’d tell you it was some type of sickness and how you’re a wannabe bird or something along with all kinds of dire warnings. What if, one day, you just decided to let rip via the guidance from within and felt an immense sense of freedom that was exactly what you’d been craving since back when? Would you rush to tell the rest? How the hell would they comprehend and even if they did, could they emulate it? Doubtful. Well, lets pretend that life on this stage of the Game is filled with those who come equipped with wings as standard but they’ve got the internal OS a goldfish flashed inside of them. What then?

Stranger still what if there was another aspect that most don’t comprehend that had a silent say in things and thus they created this numbing and dumbing in order to ensure they’re easy pickings and thus the hunter with a shotgun who pops off at the barrel called this realm remains well fed. Every now and then one remembers what they told him to forget and attempts to break out of the box by spreading its wings and thus is hunted from both directions and is, literally, a fish out of water whilst this is happening. I suspect one of those sentient piscatorial philosophers would opine:

“The world in my mind, my mind in the world. What the heck is happening to create this rhyme behind the reason which seems to ebb and flow like the seasons for life has its strangeness but there is none quite as weird as contemplating your awareness that reflects back the contradiction of an all encompassing nothingness that holds all as potential, in dark, which is activated by the spark of your presence and intent”.

If you were said fish how would you convey the dataset of that illumination to the rest who a) believe what was said, b) never reality test and c) are unaware of their own strength. Now take that same thought imperiment and apply it to humans so the only logical conclusion is that I’m remembering potentials and skills from a previous stage in the Game where I wore different skin and this is backed by historical record (that white men call myths) and the unshakable quake of gnosis that reverberates in my consciousness. Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that, just for a moment, when you rose in bed your real life seemed inauthentic? Do you think that well trained fish ever talk about the nature of the water they glide in or is what sustains and, in a subtle way entraps, invisible?

Sadly most can never imagine being anything than what they are which is why I think this realm would be quite different if we mandated a Salvia trip around, say, age twenty six. Can you imagine? Ancient cultures Knew this well which is why they vaunted the role of the Shaman and had initiatory rites at half of what I said to mark the shift from boy to man. Why did I pick a distant time instead? Simple, we of high tech live lives of extended adolescence as evidenced by the fact that the greatest buyers of toys these days are so called grown men. In many ways we’re in a state of regress. Like a sea of fish that can fly being overtaken by a sense of forgetfulness that was dumped into the ocean after leaking from landfills. They, who once happily played over the waves, are now changed and mere shadows of their true Self. Over time they will become so well adjusted that stories of yore become myth as they develop new sciences and things that lampoon and say how ridiculous it all is. And yet, against the odds, what if one did zip and was forced to take flight after being pursued by something from the depths and then, as he ascends, another force nearly takes his head. What then? Would you like to trade places with that fish or would you be content to be stuck in the mid with a joker and thief on either end?

What if all of this was a super abstract metaphor that hid a kernel of gnosis within and what we’re actually talking about is the hemispheres of your head and one side spins at a rate of billions of bits per second but the other can only handle a thin string and from this it stitches its narrative? Would that explain, in a thousand words, why the state of Inner Sense you dwelled in, back when, has been Adulterated and no matter how hard you try or pretend you simply can’t generate that level of resonance again as what you use to look with taints with its lens of what it expects?

This is why I’ve said that words are thoughts held hostage. The ancestors Knew this well hence their use of story and symbol as the former was like an internet that connected minds across continents (hence the collective unconscious) whilst the latter was closer to a flash drive that was pin protected. In that respect I mean that you can only gain full access to all of the levels within what presented if you could decode what was seen and that really is a clever mode of encryption that hints at their intelligence aka how they spread their wings. Sort of like what I mentioned about ads in E&M, back when, as the beauty of a fractal is things don’t change but they never remain the same either which keeps things interesting. If confusing for those tuning in to a pirate radio signal that asks their consciousness to dance to another beat. One others may not see but certainly feel. Actually what if the current “reality” is the bootleg but broadcasting a closer signal that is backed by resonance and willful ignorance as one fish turns to the next and says:

“Wings? Flying? Oh, you mean fangels? Yeah, I read about them in Sunday school, fool! Can’t do that whilst you live. Don’t be stupid”.

Maybe I’ve been reclusive for too long or the recent street dramadey combined with a strong bout of personal archaeology has left me in a zone of twilight I never expected nor predicted but I feel that I’ve drifted way further than I did in previous threads and thats what caused the narrative to shred as it was already spread thin and into this stepped the other side of the mill instead and its handing out billions of bits of data per second and thats akin to picking up your phone and finding its been upgraded to holotech instead as the person presents as a depth vision instead of the flat image you were awaiting. Know who this kind of stuff happens to? Schizophrenics. Know who else? Mystics. Whats the difference? Their internal OS and we’re back to your head again so the question is:

The world in my mind, my mind in the whirled as thats far more accurate and offers a hint of the Dual Reality in effect but, right now, that voice in your head is requesting you pay no heed to he that speaks on him behind the curtain nor the plans to make androids from men for those little augmented robofish will happily believe their bolt on wings are what give them lift when you and I Know different, yes?

To comprehend this whilst living is truly lifes greatest gift, my friend, for then there are no enemies, only teachers, who swim into your vision and thus up your resonance as you comprehend you’re dealing with projections that, ultimately, want you to win. In another octave you can consider the Generation, Operation and Destruction principle as as a higher facet of this because, in the end (as well as during and before) it all takes place inside your consciousness.

Thats pretty powerful, yes? Hence the world in my mind, my mind in the world and all of it spins from the still, quiet point in the mid I’ve termed the Psylense. The hardest thing to hear is also quite difficult to see for most, plugged in, as its what decodes the signals whilst also providing the canvas (plus inks to sling) and thus is as invisible as water to a fish.

Do the Knowledge, my friend. Its worth the investment as one tuned to its resonance can turn diamonds from the hot coals life slings whilst issuing a cheery “Return to sender” on all negative aspects and tricks as the Warrior slices the Gordian Knot of the Catch Twenty Two, presented, with a swift ascent up the mid leaving deconstructed 11:11s instead as he moves under the guidance of the Prime, the pre-existing one. A nonzero situation, if you will, for him and them are the same thing. Can we all win?

Till we meet again

Dear Slave/Masters

Dear Slave/Masters, I want to extend my thanks for all of the energetics you’ve sent in my direction. Without you I never would have been able to tell the difference between Universe A and B. I now comprehend that there is no true good or bad in this realm, simply perception based on the story in our head which we string into a narrative. Who knew that your last life in realm would present such a test? On the flip I Know I can handle it as its up to me to decode the resonance and rearrange to generate beneficial outcomes. To those reading:

The future is yours, do something about it.

“How?” I hear you lament. Simple, do the Knowledge. Examine your life, decode the hints, see what you encoded in moments of traumatic imprint and find the gift hidden within the layers of dread it was wrapped in. That, alone, has been one of the best lessons that I’ve comprehended since I stepped into this realm and wore the flesh because, in the end, this all takes place inside your awareness.

This is why I befriend the Slave/Masters and view them as teachers instead for I am but a lowly student trying to Know the Ledge and thus bear them no ill will as they too are simply enacting roles from my script. If not them then who else? This can be quite a difficult lesson to digest but those who do find the sweet treat hidden in apparent bitterness. Those who came before me didn’t get it but shared a great lesson when they said:

“Listen, I did everything incorrect. If there were forks in the road I, invariably, zagged so you should zig instead and see what happens. Study the greats to become greater as they can only set but so many traps. Realize those who grin may be villains and, on the flip, the ones who help may not be friends. It doesn’t make much sense. I cannot say that I get it but that is why you will triumph. Of this I am certain”.

It took a long, long time to break down my various coping mechs and the thing with the Game is that it simply doesn’t relent when it senses you are rejecting it. View this as a test of your reserve, my friend. How badly do you want it? If the whole world is filled with coals then know the diamond is he who is hemmed with such immense pressure, off rip, that you have no choice but to roll with the punches and evolve your wavelength as there is a subtle energy – pure consciousness – of whom we are aspects made flesh ergo all you seek is within and your outer world simply reflects your own state of awareness. This is why people drift away once you’ve shifted as their steps aren’t on your trek. Sure, it can be lonely and strange as others will not get your intent but as long as you follow that guide in your chest, remain honest and are willing to admit that you know nothing then the Path you create by walking will show you the way.

Thank you, Slave/Masters for standing in my way and showing me the obstacle is the Path when your aim is transcendence. Sure beats the treadmill, anyway. What comes next? Who can really tell? That is why stressing is akin to worrying if the sun will rise in the AM. If it doesn’t then you’ll handle it but worrying about it won’t change a thing so why not take a look at the stars that glisten and hear what they’re saying? That text was a glimpse into a life I’ve lived and when I elucidate that concept (aka the story of your Soul) a lot about a little will make way more sense to those reading. Many are perfectly discontent with lives of consumption but they don’t click they’re being fed upon by a predator of consciousness so, as always, its how radical you’re willing to be in this quest that differentiates those who fell at the first fence and the ones that rose to the occasion and rode the dragon…

We are in a very, very strange place. That much is certain. I mean, I still can’t get over the fact that I’m wearing flesh, on a planet, that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance. I remember, back when, as I glimpsed the map of the celestial orbits I thought “That makes no sense? What is stopping the sun from eating the rest of the planets like a hungry Pac Man?” I questioned. The answer, from one doing it for a cheque, was “Oh, you know better than the scientists? Is that it?“. Well, as the Helical Model suggests, it looks like I was correct as most are force fed a false reality with one plane removed ergo they live in Flatland. Imagine you tried to show these Souls a sphere? How the heck would they comprehend? Even if you bought it to their realm it would manifest as circles of differing length that would require them to stitch the implications into a narrative that made sense. Lets say they get it, its akin to me swishing a cup of water around the head of a Bedouin whilst making wooshing noises to approximate an ocean. I’d have to lift him from the sands and show him the seas. Then he would instantly click, yes? Well, that is the gift the Slave/Masters did give via the various blood and sex magick rituals they laced upon since incep ergo I was tossed in and forced to learn how to swim and make sense of the interplay of light and shade in this realm. What did I get? The middle way, the Path of Power that is neither in nor of this world but is the way we stepped in and thus how you get to the exit. The kicker is that only that which is pure can leave hence the weighing your heart against a feather so, in that respect, it makes sense why my family and friends as well as countless others I met all sang from the hymn sheet of the one eyed king.

Wasn’t it he who ensured my days as a delinquent went so exceedingly well as I leapt ahead of the rest in various adventures on the edge? Even then I was wondering what the true state of play is because if it was about making money I felt I’d aced it but even that was just dirt in my grip that comes from tilling the land of ignorance so that I may plant the seeds of wisdom that were tended to, at length, to create the orchard of higher consciousness in which I’m basking and sharing the gifts of gnosis with anyone who’ll listen as I feel so abundant.

As I write this I’m going over the past months, six. They have, without a doubt, been the most intense since I stepped in. Who knew that maternal branch was filled with witches and wizards that had been watching me from a distance? I guess if that last kick had hit its intended target we’d have seen a replay of Sixty Six in the Six but that didn’t happen. That was quite life affirming as I danced with the Devil and kept my Soul in my grip. The attempted takeover of my flesh, however, is something quite insidious but let he who can heel fix the feet that step and the subtle energetics therein. I do appreciate you all and hope you too can see my true intent but I suspect this isn’t the case as y’all have those seething energies buzzing in your systems which link you in to the original internet that wasn’t channeled by silicon. I really do like your config though. Its so clever how you shoot pistols from anothers grip in the offices of Crime, Inc. In another life I could see the allure of this as its obvious I took to that element like water and fish but that makes a load of sense as nowhere else but the pavement can you see the Game for what it is. Suddenly the reason why Jesus chilled with pimps, whores and derelicts makes so much sense as only those hurting are willing to peer behind the curtain whilst the rest are tuned in to their regularly scheduled programs, yes?

I can’t deny it, I’m a straight rider who is awaiting his noble steed. Know what I mean? I’m sure those at the top comprehend the threat that comes from a reactivated flicker of Inner Sense in times of false illumination as its akin to blocking out the sun and selling bulbs instead. All it takes is the mind of child to see through the tailors tricks but woe betide one who goes against the clique as its a big gang and I ain’t in it. But am I of it? That is the question. We have to have been close, back when. Thats the only view that makes sense as such vitriol and stage management via theatrical deception cannot come from nothing or is this the test you all will step, one day? If so that explains the notes and intense interest. I feel like a living experiment that was taught to run a maze as part of a charade to hide the fact I have wings and can float, high, above the rest. Like I said, its all energetics in this realm but its how you decode what presents that makes the difference…

The rest of you are just workers and your boss is my man. I feel empathy for him for they, the so called righteous in his lens, killed the one who bought him in for daring to offer protection to those who stood against. Not only this but they swindled the rest who had put just as much work in and then slayed the dragon who dared sip the elixir, promised. Its a tale as old as time itself and what makes the Game so interesting as so few comprehend its spooky action at a distance. Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I was born within its jaws, off rip, and I’m still living so that shows there is more, way more to all of this. The eternal yogi may be mild and innocent but can be ferocious when enraged and his girl? Forget about it! She moves like a Queen, anywhere she damn please and I strongly suspect it was this link of illumination that was forged in the dark times you planned my end in lands distant is why I sit here, now, pushing the pen.

Its all scripted, in the end. We’re just playing the parts, correct? Is this the job nobody wanted? If so, why did I take it? Just a slot to be filled or some other motivation, I’m wondering? I’m not mad at any of you. Thankful is more accurate because it certainly feels like my life is a movie. Is Universe A currently filled to the gills watching the adventures of the Prince as he swims through the seas of ignorance in which a maze of glass was erected? What if the fish has wings and is actually a dragon and the rest of all of this was to prepare for those steps in a process of inolution which could, at a glance, seem mad, bad and wicked but is actually a test of skills to see if the playa is paying attention as class is always in session. There’s levels and rules to this revelation, yes?

I’m grateful. These mere words aren’t enough to share that voltage because hating you would be akin to detesting a part of me and I’m simply way too lucky to even accept that bet as the odds are stacked against plus the terms and conditions of accepting what extends means you’ll always be on the losing end… Plenty of bodies buried in the desert, yes? Tell me, old friends, if what they’re preaching and teaching in secret is truly what it is why do so many of you radiate a bitterness and thirst that cannot be quenched? Are you resonant with Inner Sense or ever stealthily Adulterated? In many ways my aim is to help you as much as them, plugged in, to this false construction as whilst they may run a physical you are all sprinting a psychospiritual treadmill instead. Each of those branches contains a tree, in itself. You can spend lifetimes wandering under the illusion of progress. What would you do if you were me? Could you handle it as I did? Really pretend and imagine taking these steps whilst you comprehend that these shoes fit only me, this is my destiny and I reject any attempts at its theft with the Prime, the pre-existing one as my Witness for he and I are one:

Pure consciousness.

I sit alone in my four corner room staring at candles, wondering. Each day I attempt to chip away at my ignorance in order to unleash the Warrior within but you lot certainly don’t make this simple. I guess thats one of the side effects of playing the Game like this, eh? And yet not one of you ever spill when faced with a direct question. No. You simply grin but do you comprehend the shadows depth? That is what I’m asking. I guess we’ll find out, in the end. I can feel the shift that is present, can you?

Welcome to Earth, where Souls think they’re men then invest in the story in their head till death before it pulls them back in for another spin, yet again. Ha! Its a great jape, this secret covenant. How accurate that all is when seen with open lids.

May the truth protect me, everywhen but I’m still wise enough to carry a big stick as I posit that what if you, all, took the job nobody wanted and are doing what some could call wicked for the best of intent in the end but try telling that to the egg that cracked under immense stress and is currently awaiting a reincarnated mindwipe in which he’s made to forget that which he couldn’t recollect and that really does get me pondering about the intent and the helm and how many of you are actually with it and click what kicks because there simply must be fractures and divisions that those without do not comprehend as I’ve felt the difference, first hand, in various interactions with those of your membership as some supplied oblique hints and subtle nodded winks at moments, opportune, before others stepped in and attempted to filet my skin with looks of furious vengeance impressed on their countenance. Old scores and past lives, I guess? Thats the only thing that makes any sense, in the end, as we all know the one (who is two and none as well) whose influence extends beyond and through this realm that you don’t want to mess with even though your clique habitually line steps and we both know the Prime, the pre-existing is the one who bought me back from a trip intended to signal my end with a remix of Sixty Six. What a tell that they choked at the last moment as that was mighty fine they sliced it but jack, jumped, aced the test, flashed a grin and wasn’t gassed to death as he slept and thus lives to push the pen as my adventure in the flesh continues unfolding, growing, glowing in resonance with the all of everywhen of whom I am an aspect made flesh. Three across, one in the mid. Let the Game begin!

Thank you, my friends. I couldn’t have gained this gnosis without your help. Especially since Two Eleven when you all went at it, both ends, without relent and played a Game of “Lets pretend” with a little chemical synthesis thrown in along with future paced, retro causal hallucinations as evidenced via your own, slick form of hypnosis which presented a well lubricated script based on inverting the energetics of a girl I knew, back when, into something designed to instill a negative spin which left me open, in a mindset for programming, which was, funnily enough, the same thing you did to me as a jit. It appears you have but one trick and use it well. Trauma. What happens when the golden transcend its spell and unlock their true strength?

Well, the dogs off the chain and the trident is gripped. How many can decode the true meaning of what this says? Know that I, an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one, the eternal yogi reject and transcend all of your Catch Twenty Two tricks, bad faith arguments and clause laden conditions in this life or any others of influence where I was susceptible to your pimping and celestial mechanics as all you possess, in the end, are manipulated Souls, pledged in ignorance who comprehend not their true resonance. But, I do, so I command:

Power over me. None. You have.
Power over me. None. You have.
Power over me. None. You have.

It is done. It is done. It is done.

With the Prime as my Witness – I transcend your spells, reject your attempts at destiny theft and all the rest of the mess and manipulations you and your agents have sent as I reflect a higher state of consciousness that protects me, everywhen as I actualize my highest potent. Like I said, old friends, if you do what you did you’ll get what you expect so don’t be mad at one who flips the script and desires to Know the Ledge beyond the spectrum of what presents because a true teacher may have 1 more skill than his student but, by the end of the apprenticeship, he doth possess 8 more as an adept hence “Each one, teach one” is the mindset. Can you sport the flex needed to see this and the humility it begets as well as true reverence for what manifests in the mid and makes all possible? Not to mention, it becomes a living tradition and not something stuck in a frame of reference that can only beget degradation and retreads with no innovation wanted or welcomed by those trying to climb the pyramid and thus simply lack the res to question what is under it and its true meaning as well as cause for construction as it certainly isn’t what they said, back when, for much is etched in stone that speaks to he whose ears are open to the lips of wisdom…

I guess thats why they say that in the land of the blind the one eyed reigns as king, yes? In that case the Prince is merely a student of the eternal yogi with three, open and focused:

They say you don’t pick him but he selects his adepts. Who knew the Two Eleven would beget a One Forty Four, eh? The chosen choose themselves by awakening the Warrior within.

Till we meet again

Conquer Your Mind to Conquer the World

To the mind that is still the whole universe surrenders. That probably won’t make much sense until you enter your Center and you Witness the thoughts, concepts and beliefs you previously held with such tension to melt in an instant which allows something else to step in. Something else that was always present, yet awaiting, for you to extend the invitation by clearing a space in your busy mind which leaps from one to the next thing without ever taking a moment to consider this:

Are you the thoughts, the thinker or thinker? Stop and ponder this as it will be relevant when we progress because there are no external enemies that can torture you with such efficientness as the one that exists in your head. Thats right, just one. But it manifests as plenty of other selves (note the lack of capital S) that then wear your flesh and write cheques your consciousness is left to cash because at the end of the day you’re the one holding the bag, thats your John Hancock by the X and all debts public and private must be settled whilst once traipses in the flesh or school is back in session and you do it all again whilst accruing more of what sucked you in back when. Isn’t that something? Its almost like they don’t want you to win and are hell bent on keeping you coming back again. Did you know that light bent at ninety degrees is invisible? Cats see it nonetheless. Why I mention this, you’ll see for yourself as we progress. Anyway:

All of this, everywhen takes place inside your awareness but that itself isn’t inside your head. No matter how convincing the illusion is its still a cheap five sensory trick. You’ll find out when you’re dead and still capable of thinking and observing without touching as you are no longer in the world but still of it which means the short end of the stick again. Oh look, there is a light in the distance. I wonder what that could bring?

Before it gets to this again why not try something different? What I’ve currently outlined as a theory – that the Game is mental and thus plays out in your head and you have way more control than you suspect – is exceedingly practical as well, should you choose to put it to the test. Here’s what happens:

You try and attempt to bring some semblance of resonance to your awareness which has been trained to be distracted and jump frivolously from this to the next and back again at its own whim. Know why? Because you remembered to forget to assert your Self and thus nature abhors a vacuum and into it steps the Click Whirr processing of the System instead. Now misery lxves company and there is a familiar comfort in the stench that this brings to permeate your awareness. Like a remote little village that processes raw sewage that makes a visitors nose twitch as their eyes start watering and they gasp “What is that smell?” as the locals keep on living, not noticing it one bit. Thats a pretty accurate description of the Adulterated state of play of those trapped in the Game without a clue of whats at stake. Now keeping that same energy lets say if overnight someone where to change the environment dramatically so no more excrement permeated that reality. No, instead there were verdant flower fields and breathtaking natural landscapes as far as the eye can see that replaced the old grey machines. The lack of which means the atmosphere lightens considerably and the entire place is now resonant to a much higher frequency.

She who visited and complained of the stench previously would be delighted by the scenery as it stands in such stark relief to what she witnessed previously that offended her sensibilities. The locals on the other hand would take to defecating in the streets as they were so familiar with their misery that it was rendered invisible as they weave their point from A to Z without every questioning the spell woven by reality. “Its too bright” “Whats the smell? Its too nice and pleasant” “Why can I see the stars and night, so clear and twinkling?” “I miss the clang of the old factory” they said as they held a meeting, grumbling about the fate that had befallen them.

Now to you reading it may seem quite stupid. After all they are a simplistic kind, these village people, and they know what they know best. They were born into it. Unlike that highfalutin wench who wrinkled her nose up at them and is most likely responsible for the switch. “We should burn the witch. That would restore glory to our kingdom” they think because it was all perfect till she came along and dared to change things. “Look at these pretty ugly fields filled with pollen and seeds, buzzed around by birds and bees. Disgusting if you ask me” says the towns fecal fiefdom in a state of synchronicity.

This is what it means to be habituated and well adjusted to a profoundly sick society. This is the influence which seeps into the minds of young seeds as they once gamboled in the verdant fields, totally present yet carefree until society did its thing and poured excrement into their heads so they become just like their parents and do the same to their kids in a cycle that can only end if one chooses to think different.

To you from your current perspective the choice is Self evident. Who would voluntarily wish to live in a place that is poisoned and no matter how much you can delude and pretend it doesn’t stink the facts are it is what it is so why not be thankful for that which bought back that pristine sense and natural presence? Why wish to destroy it? Walk with me as the next logical step is this:

The environment doesn’t shift. The generation that grumbled about the removal of the filth they were so accustomed to die to find bliss and the next have nothing but tales and legends which weigh but a fragment compared to their current imperience which is eminently wonderful. The ones they raise continue this resonance and they exist in a state of bliss, fully connected and present. On and on. The end.

Now lets says into this paradigm some Big Business interests step and says “We’re intending to recycle all the pain, suffering and hate we can manifest through this here little village. No point resisting or complaining, we’ve got the permits and are open for business”. Almost overnight there are processing plants built quick. The tone of the place shifts and the patrons lament as they reminisce on how good they had it until that too becomes the stuff of legends as the generation next knows not what they mean when they speak of lying in a flower bed and watching the clouds pass overhead in a clear blue sky as their skin is caressed by a fresh and playful wind.

No, to them its all about the stench that they remember to forget and once again its back to what it was when I said a women came along and wrinkled her nose at the stink. Can you guess what will happen if she visited again now things had gone full circle? How the people would react? What they would expect and think? Well for a moment ponder this:

The verdant vistas, so natural and free are the state you were born with originally. Call it innocence or Inner Sense its the same deal as it means a resonance and consistency that feels wonderfully amazing and creates joy, internal and externally. No effort required, no special tools or machines, this is just how it be. The polluted village is what you became once the System did its thing with the noxious structures it erected in your awareness. You are both of the villagers. The ones who relish the artificially constructed yet familiar environment as well as those who vaguely recollect the days when it was different and the imperience wasn’t quite so dim with such an intense stink. In honesty most totally forget and even if they try to remember their youth its tinted with the current stench and rendered to their awareness as an edited sequence that lacks the same inner sense as that resonance left when the pollutants moved in.

Now I say all that to say this:

That pristine state you possessed when you stepped into this realm was because your tiny village was surrounded and housed in a much larger principality that we’ll call the Prime location. The fact that it was good means you were too by extension because there were no borders and limitations, one was an aspect of the other and together they were the same thing hence yours and ours. Only the Y makes the split but flipped that too can be reconnected.

Now the ideas in your head, the things you think you believe and how you define reality are actually byproducts of the factories those who wished to move in and annex these fine lands by various underhanded tricks fed in. Much like the villagers you’ve grown accustomed to the stench and will take it as a threat if someone speaks against them or attempts to show you something different, even if it was in your best interests. This is why its said that scientific truths only shift when the old guard that resisted them are dead and the next generation familiar with the concept is willing to give it a spin. As usual whoever dared speak the truth back then was crucified or called a fool because “What stench? Are you out of your head? Look around you and breathe in, that grey air is so crisp and fresh!”.

Never underestimate the need for self deception, especially when the truth as it is is exceedingly uncomfortable. People will yell, scream and rail against it because it threatens their concepts which, in the case of the village, means they can block off the stench that is so evident to the one who just checked in. Remove that and they’d need a peg for their nose as they began to wretch hence the emotional weight of their investment and how it relates to their concepts is immense.

Hopefully now you see what you’re up against when it comes to venturing within because this was intended to illustrate between what is and once was and can be again as well as the trouble it brings trying to buck the System that, under the cover of darkness, moved in to poison your realm with its own brand of excrement.

Now to be unaware of your unawareness of this takes an absolutely immense amount of effort and editing. So imagine the kid running through the field with a grin as his kite is whipped by the winds and he giggles, totally in the moment, Taking it all in with a diffuse kind of attention that simultaneously processes the warmth of the sun on his skin, his friends chattering as they run next to him, the sensation of the Earth underfoot, the flowers and their own scent as well as a billion other details that pour in with no effort or processing. Then pick him up and place him in the contaminated village to which he is well adjusted as he packs his lunch and takes a trip to do another eight hour shift of sewage processing. Here his awareness flits:

“Look at that sign, there is a sale on this weekend”. “My neck hurts, hope it isn’t serious”. “I hope that girl is in the bar when I end my shift”. “I can’t believe my mother said that to me when I was a kid”. “Think it might start raining, I’m sure I felt something on my skin”. and so on and on it goes. Seems familiar, doesn’t it? No prizes for guessing where you’re living because, like I said, the Game takes place inside your awareness and one of the slickest tricks they possess is your unwillingness to change a thing even if you hate the state of play at this moment. Oh its genius, it really is. Sick and twisted genius but still genius, nonetheless.

To get smarter you must play a smarter Opponent and even if he whips you for six, once, twice and then again as you unfinite awareness is wrapped in carbon based skin as it dips into the third realm and ironically forgets itself there is, was and always will be a portion that is pristine, ever present and perfect. This is whats meant by discerning if you’re the thinker, the thoughts or thinking because, like in a song, the silence is invisible. Its the moments between the hits that give the music structure and presence and thus would be quite obvious in their absence by the din and mess it brings. This is they key to unlocking your Self because, like your body, it can only be here, now, this very moment. That in itself is a huge hint on how to win the Game and once again embody the kid flying a kite in a field without a care in his head but lets get back to the resonance:

To the mind that is still the whole universe surrenders. I said this to begin but hopefully now it makes more sense because I refer to experiential things but to Witness this one must be willing to loosen the grips and this generates massive resistance as it threatens so many coping mechanisms you use to make sense of the stench as your uncontrollable attention flits from that to this in an attempt to not process what is self evident to anyone who just steps in to the village and its definite stench. Tell me that doesn’t sound like living in your own personal version of hell and somehow enjoying it nonetheless whilst giving up a ticket to heaven because of the threat it represents to what you’ve come to expect. Tell me that isn’t madness then look around the world and see what clicks. Witness a child as they’re born. The natural, effortless presence which uplifts the spirits of all those around them then check back in once the System has done its thing.

A mind and body that was once flexible, that lived to question and think for itself is now rigid and fixed in its existence. Something that was once unlimited and felt the center of everywhen was transformed into something else that ekes out an existence on the edge of anothers plantation as someone else moved in and took over their Kingdom. In order to forget this they’re driven to distraction, held hostage in their head. Full of anxiety and stress along with many other things they try hard to pretend don’t define their existence as each day their life does spread a fresh coat of suffering – sometimes thick, others thin yet always present – and to this they cling as they believe it defines them. Psychologically speaking this was called Stockholm Syndrome and in this sense you assist in plundering the Temple within because you’re unaware of the influence of this pernicious resonance that gladly took you under its wing even though you don’t possess red teeth and claws like them. Getting the image?

Now lets say you manage to overcome this. You see through the baubles, trinkets and distractions of this realm that were designed and engineered to hem you in to five sense and instead turn your mind within and somehow undo the filth the System poured in, in to your lineage and thus you accepted limitation as your inheritance even though you weren’t born like this and thus you placed boundaries on your Self in order to fit in. In village terms this is akin to stopping to smell the flowers, ignoring them and instead hovering your nose above the excrement which feeds them. Like I said the good never leaves and the “bad” is also present but its a question of perspective that causes the shift because once you realize who you are and when then the resonance makes its presence felt and the larger aspect of Self that didn’t dip down into this realm but is fully aware of your adventure in lines up and thus the Game (which, remember, plays out in your awareness) has no chance but to acquiesce as all shifts to accommodate your burgeoning sentience because enlightenment comes by being willing to walk into the darkness as that is where, in this age, in this stage of the Game you will find your Self hidden and this is why the way there is so frightening because those controlling interests that shredded your Inner Sense way back when and designed the System need your cooperation in order to further their operation.

I can’t believe I’ve just typed this. Nearly three thousand words and it still feels like explaining the sensation of a kiss to one without lips. No matter thats irrelevant because its not what I said. Not these letters or message but the intent. That is the gaps, the silence this plays out within that I hope allows you to grasp a frame of reference that leads you to your own state of resonance so we may all laugh in merriment as we run barefoot through the fields of higher awareness as our kites of actualization are lifted by the winds of providence as we discover and embody ever purer and purer aspects of Self.

Till we meet again

I Couldn’t Help but Notice Your Pain

I couldn’t help but notice your pain… You know the rest, yes?

The range of innerG we decode via this spell is pretty immense and its also remarkably common. Forget about the surface and image people present because if you looked under the surface I’d be fairly confident in the bet that over fifty percent of their existence falls within this wavelength. There are good parts and bad. There are also worst as well because the most intense hits are often clocked when we’re still in single digits and thus they are beyond recollection for many as these imperiences make up the shaky foundations they’d rather not admit that they then erect the castle made of sand and held together with wishful thinking their (false) self offers them as a way of ignoring the root cause of the problem.

Time and time again I’ve seen countless people seeking to rub a stain from a mirror that they don’t click is actually a photograph they carry within. This is how slick and deceptive this process is because folk will do the same things, again and again, expecting different outcomes but are loathe to change anything. Why? Because those shifting winds would bring the castle down falling and with it goes the entire persona and fable they’ve invested in as the way it is. The ironic aspect of this is that if they were to let that happen and stop clinging on so tight to their suffering and methods that obviously aren’t working they’d find the freedom they seek springing from within with its familiar newness. This is why I use the coal to diamond metaphor as well because the fundamentals are identical. Did you know that when it comes to these stones those that are filled with inclusions and webs are akin to humans under immense amounts of tension that won’t relent (nor will they shift) whereas the best cut and most splendiferous gems are optimally refractive and sparkle with brilliance that is truly breathtaking. Be real, which one would you pick? Now be even more honest. Are you willing to do the Knowledge if it means potentially destroying everything you hold sacrosanct but obviously does nothing else but build a life you mainly detest but tolerate due to a lack of options available to your internal OS?

Its not an easy task but then life is complicated but it is something that once mastered is never forgotten again as you become fluent in body language versus just accepting labels handed to a fragment of your Self inside your head that believes whats said from a state of numbness. See, we stop feeling in increments and that means the less pain you feel you also limit your potential happiness. Its a very strange, yet precise, system that is akin to slipping on some surgical gloves at first before switching it to something more thicker and padded. By the time most folks are twenty six summers into their stretch they are toting welders mitts and generally can’t tell the difference even though they obviously feel less now than they did.

The silent epidemic. The emotional plague. The madness of generations which is inherited then passed onto the next due to a near total lack of introspection and mass energetic ignorance. Call it whatever you wish but the world around you is what it built and every single one of out here is part of the problem as we individually project the collective and then absorb it back in. Think two girls, one cup but instead its 8 billion Souls, one planet and it clicks why “suck cess” is what you’re seeking and how many must consume excrement in order to bring in the pay. What do you crave? Its emotional intensity at the end of the day. The feeling of being present, here, now. Rich and vivid.

The most amazing thing is how many more highways and byways of consciousness start opening and blooming like the lotus once we address the filth within. I’ve seen people who always wanted to dance but felt they had no rhythm bust a jig, the chronic loner and social reject actually get a girlfriend and the girl who constantly messed up every relationship, especially if she really liked the guy, and then turned around to blame them when it was obvious there was only ever one constant. In that respect life will use pain to focus our attention but we, as a collective, have shirked personal responsibility for so long that its pretty much a global tradition. This is what erects boundaries, creates enemies and installs schisms inside the minds of even those who believe ninety nine point nine the same thing. Its indicative of this split, itself something that was etched into the collective unconscious by our ancestors who survived times so wild and unpredictable that the continued presence of man on this planet is nigh on a miracle.

We are the broken children of man, hence mankind. Sort of the same, but different. The pathologies exhibit themselves on every continent but we tend to see an immense uptick in certain locations and people versus others which is quite interesting but beyond the scope of this missive. Over history as well the same Pattern is seen as there is an ebb and flow to the amount of humanity most people are exhibiting. At the current moment it feels like its the lowest its ever been an this can be easily judged via the outpouring of creativity and artistry as this is the beacon I’ve used previously. People, en masse, have handed themselves over to tech as the god of this age and things have got so staid when it comes to newness from a purely human perspective that it makes one wonder if its not all just unfolding as intended. Actually, let me digress for a bit:

Its quite difficult for most people to truly embody a previous version of themselves as the body continually lives in the present and thus tints their perspective with its own experiences. This is actually the root of the problem as well as solution as well. As you shake off these imperiences with your steps on the Path of Power whilst introspecting and rewriting your internal OS one of the most interesting facets is revivification. Quite akin to green shoots popping through the ground that was previously frozen it can be quite painful if you resist but the most fascinating thing is the recollection of previous events that are relived like one was actually present. Them coming back in one whole chunk is the not the most common, in my imperience. Instead you may see someone feeling absolutely nothing as huge rivers of tears are rolling down their cheeks and they sit there wondering “Whats all this about then?” as they capture this torrent of emotions pouring from their eyelids. “Not long later I was watching a show and this advert kicked in where this little boy was playing with a dog and suddenly I found myself shrieking and screaming as my throat entered a tight constriction along with the awareness of immense belts of tension across my chest and neck. It was ridiculously intense, I felt like I was dying but I stayed Centered in Self and let my breathing ease in to a state of embodiment and get comfortable with this. Later on that night as I was drifting the last piece of the puzzle popped into my head and I remembered that my friend had got a new pet and had called me around to play with it. I forget to check the gate and it ran out into the street and got hit by a wagon. Her father was dragging me from running and I was screaming at what I’d seen. I felt so horrible and guilty”.

This woman had no idea about this memory. It had been erased entirely from her “story of me” and yet it was one of the most important things that defined pretty much everything and was the reason she’d got a rep as an ice queen because she never again allowed herself to feel the correlate to her suppression and thus became the archetypal career woman that has everything society says is great but, internally, each day felt like a living hell.

Thats how powerful the mind is. The ancestors knew this well which is why at puberty there would be an intense ritual that was often quite harrowing as it could produce life or death that they anticipated with a heady mix of thrill and trepidation. Did you notice that? In order to mix both it means they must have been Centered in Self as that is the original non dual state and what is needed to transcend the limits you were unaware you expected. We do not have this. We also look at these societies are primitive because we have flat screens and artificial flavors and preservatives. Thing is when it comes to being in touch with their humanity they were leagues above (and below, both ends, remember?) than we are in the present. A part of me suspects this is intended. Its too widespread, across too many cultures and too well implemented for it to be entirely natural. That I don’t believe in coincidence because things are made to happen in this realm with a specific outcome. Usually via the model of the Hegelian Dialectic which says “I’ll give you a problem, you have a reaction and then you’ll be lead to the solution before we do it all again“. The reason why I bring this up is I’ve been on the net since the early Nineties but I was very, very late to get a phone with a screen. I only actually got one when it became an unavoidable necessity as there was no other way to get online where I be.

One of my vents happened from a time before this and what struck me during the experience (aside from the release of the repression) was how different my mind felt to be within at that particular moment. Its levels and ways of functioning were so radically different than me at the present that I wished I could’ve delved in to hold that state in order to add more detail to my comparison. An example I can give is pre COVID your mindset was totally different to what it is at the moment. If I could flick a switch and roll back to a previous version of your OS it would be exceedingly obvious whats been clipped, tipped, edited and flipped as the contrast is Self evident. Its just one Adulteration over another but I found the dramatic shifts in perception, data processing, embodiment, biomarkers and the rest so immediate and visceral it really made me think about how correct was when Bruce Lee said “Be water, my friend” as your awareness takes the shape of the vessel in the moment and thus renders itself invisible when its your true life force in full effect.

Whatever life is, it certainly is complex and yet also totally simple. Pain is a great example of this because we have so many different types of labels that point at the same fundamental innerG being played in various keys of intensity upon your nervous system. To avoid this realization we’ll do pretty much anything but one of the most amazing things I found is you may have, say, an obsessive compulsive who remembered to forget the day he was in bed and heard his parents arguing so he crept down the steps to listen. As he sat there in the darkness to their reigned in yells he heard his father say “Listen, if you keep this up then we’re getting divorced. I’ve had enough of it”. Right there, at that very moment, the foundations of his life crumbled and things were never the same again. At first it became little things that got his attention as the magical thinking filled his head. “If I make sure the curtains are the exact distance apart with some precision then they’ll stay together and things will be perfect” before evolving into “I must eat all of my foods in order of alphabetical ranking with the chews correlating to the amount of vowels in their names” and other such things. He was, as expected, totally unaware of this and, not being a stranger to self help, actually managed to find some solutions that helped him be not as neurotic and such a mess within. It terms of his professional field his conscientiousness bought him lots of remuneration and credit as none were as dedicated or as talented as him because each commission would be completed with a surgical precision. That would itch the scratch before he needed to do it again and each task became more and more intricate as did his chain of suppression which had led him to buy a laser alignment device he’d use to ensure everything was exactly as expected when it came to his soft furnishings.

These are the kind of things people never admit and most, genuinely, don’t think its a problem as “I’m not obsessive compulsive. I’ve just got a certain way of doing things that is correct”. See the lengths the (false) self will go to in order to prevent the realization of the energetics that were edited from your awareness and now dwell inside your subconscious?

We are all broken like this in this realm. All of us. Most dare not speak about it but it becomes quite obvious in relationships, especially the first time you go on vacation as then you see the person in their element, up close and personal. That and folk are so good at pretending, so believable in their performance that they can even suppress huge amounts of things until they’ve lured in their partner to a contract before they switch it up and reveal the semi-real then. Even then there is still plenty of suppression as they are hiding from themselves.

With all of that said pain is still a pretty amazing emotion as there are two octaves of expression of the melody it brings into your awareness. One is the above which we have detailed and thats the lower resonance. When played optimally it facilitates immense healing as it develops a new strength most are truly surprised was within along with the requisite growth (on many levels, often in the same instant) which creates a higher state of awareness via more fluid embodiment and this brings a far deeper connection – with others and themselves – as they are now decoding a far greater spectrum of resonance. That, once again, is what the ancients meant when they said the lotus blossoms in the filth and yet is unaffected by what created it. This is the process of transcendence and its something that once you’ve felt it the nature of the (false) self becomes exceedingly obvious and the rest of your life is about striving to become the most authentic because a) that voice in your head vanishes b) feelings ring true instead and c) its all so vivid that the metaphor of the welders glove that was slipped over your senses to numb your potential becomes quite obvious.

Till we meet again

Fear and Power

Fear and power are two sides of the same coin and, in many ways, this is the calling card of the Game because where one rules and reigns the other dare not show its face. The question is where do you stay, on the day to day? Its OK, its just us two so you can be honest. The first step to the conquest of fear is accepting its premise, seeing the lay of the land the way it is as this is what allows us to come to terms and progress as we sift what is from our interpretation of events. Often dreams are killed by ideas and thoughts that deflate potential before it even gestates to a state you can incubate and this makes life feel oh so unfulfilling as you flit from one distraction to the next, hoping this fills the void you’ve felt since…. When? A teen? A child? A baby? A previous life maybe?

Its hard to pin the tail down when you’ve actually pinned the tale to yourself and repeat in your head and believe whatever it says. Its like a personal torture chamber and its emblematic of the sickness which grips modern man with preternatural strength thanks to the culture of ignorance which thinks you can solve problems with pills, sitting and talking to someone just as messed up as them but with accolades that profess something different or good old denial which says “If I don’t think about it, it doesn’t exist” as they proceed to plug their ears and sing. Thing is it isn’t that easy because like I said:

Fear or power. Which one is your homestead? Where is your base of operations when it comes to orienting yourself in this plane because the nature of the Game is to force you to your knees and ensure you never leave because this state of servility certainly makes it feel pleased because if you lose it wins. Read it and weep. Haven’t you ever wondered why life seems like an attack on your confidence and self belief which is posed to attack on all vectors, hidden in many sectors, even the ones you don’t realize you see.

Take for example, TV. You watch people who look great, do things with effortless grace, random quips so fun and witty, they never seem to stress, things goes as expected and they are remarkably resilient with what they achieve. It takes a certain suspension of belief to make believe this is real which is what occurs when you’re sucked into the screen because for a moment that concept of “me” is flipped into “we” as you become one with the character who symbolizes aspects of thee which you feel you can’t play out in ThreeD so you perceive in Two instead. Underneath all of this there is something far more pernicious designed to fuel the internal discomfort you already feel. You look at the lives they display, the way they profess to live and feel and the comparators silently scream “You are poor” “You are worthless” “You are ugly”. Don’t believe? Pause next time you’re watching whatever you feel and take note of your self esteem. We can’t help but compare, we’re designed to engage in acts of relativity as defined by who or what is around us ie community.

The net has flipped all this and made it into one huge media circus in which the Fake Fake is new the Fake Real and the Real Real is fading into a distant thing which only so few remember since that which isn’t mentioned might as well not exist. Like the entire population driving stick, thinking its automatic, with first gear screaming from birth to death as they never learned shift as I stated in a previous missive.

Fear or power again. These are when it comes down to it the only options you possess because the presence of one precludes the other as they are binary opposites which hints at the true nature of this realm and what you’re caught up in because the five sensory world weaves together a solid illusion which brings a mass of social confusion into the mix because its easier to lie to them them convince they’ve been tricked. How long as this scam been ticking? Since way before the division of language because its hard to fool citizens that think in pics but words are weapons and the meanings shift. After all “Awful” should mean “Full of awe” as in something amazing, and yet it doesn’t at the moment. Are you starting to see the tricks that are played, day and night, on your awareness to keep you in a position of weakness, wandering around lost, in the Land of the Plebs.

To find your power you must accept your fears because there is no way around them but through them so hear what I say with both ears, as well as that power source in your chest. I accept the challenge life presents and know that the entire universe is conspiring for me to win as anything that seems like hardship comes with an in built solution to help you win. The aim of the Game is to realize this in the moment and flip the script because then, and only then, can you truly say you’re living as there is an immense difference between existing and subsisting as one fights the power of fear whilst the other cowers at life sneers and jeers because they are, in effect, scared of themselves and thus relinquish access to their highest aspect in exchange for taking a seat on the lowest rung of self respect. A Slave, no more no less. By their own acquiescence.

Till we meet again

You Are a Puzzle Only You Can Solve

Lets imagine all we all decided to play a Game in which we are all broken within and then try our best to pretend this isn’t whats happening. What do you get? Apart from an exceedingly accurate representation of most on the planet at the moment in terms of their inner realms? What if those who are really, really good at wearing the mask and going through the motions end up with the booby prize:

A life they don’t truly enjoy living. Have you ever wondered why this is? You are a puzzle only you can solve, my friend.

Now, lets pretend that there are an intrepid few who remember this and tune their minds to another resonance then veer off the default mode of operation and try something different and fresh. They actually look within. That means no more self deception, coping mechs and the good old fashioned “When I get X, Y and Z then life will be perfect!” style of thinking. They simply recollect with a grin:

“Wait a minute. I recall the small print and it said something like “You’ll be thrust into a realm that is an illusion but on top of this trick there will be countless more deceptions and the greatest liar will be the voice in your head that tries to tell you its one way when its actually something else“. He turns to his friend and says “Do you remember this?“. Neither shaking nor nodding his head as he feels like he’s grasping within at something that evades his grip. He replies:

“Wait, was that it? Are you sure? I could’ve sworn it was… I don’t know. Not certain. Hmm, let me think about it”. The pair sit and ponder the premise and decide to flip the script:

“Well, look around. Everyone we know is miserable and we’ve got an immense social circle. All of them are addicted to something ranging from drugs to acclaim as well as attention and status. In effect they’re begging for something from someone who is as broke as them“.

“Maybe broken would be more appropriate?”.

“Maybe, maybe. Hey, come to think of it I remembered something else from the small print we signed before we accepted this mission“.

“Mission? Is that what you’re calling it? OK, OK, cool. I’m interested. Lets hear it then”.

“It said we would be thrust into something perfect but we would actually be broken and because the construct is a reflection of the captives then that reflection would be shattered so the outside matches the in“.

“Yeah, you know what that does sound familiar. Something along the lines of an experiment to see if we could be placed in a personalized hell and have enough wits to discern the difference because, for all intents and purposes, it would seem quite heavenly until… Until… What was that last bit again?”.

“Until you looked within. Then you’d spot the fracture and true cause of the problems“.

The boy leaps up from the ground where he and his equally unemployed friend had been laying as they watch the clouds drift. Neither had ever held down a steady job or pursued higher education. They simply felt no need for it because as long as the basics were met there were plenty of other options worth exploring. It just so happened that on this particular day they were waiting for a lift they’d mooched off a kid that said he’d be there in five, ten minutes ago. Not that this concerned them. After all, any day that ended in a Y they had nothing to do but enjoy the view, maybe sip a brew and generally watch the world go by and see which girls smile when they said “Hi!”.

To most on the outside looking in they looked like the deleterious flotsam and jetsam of the world. The raff that was riffing as parents pointed them out to their children:

“If you don’t do good in school you’ll end up like them!“.

Ironically they thought those who ran the treadmill were morons because their needs were so simple in comparison to the huge amount of hoop jumping the rest engage in just to have a tiny slice of freedom at the end of a shift to watch some TV then drift.

“You know I always wondered about this and really think I’m onto something”.

“As opposed to what? Being on something? Have you been holding out? Are you tripping? Is that why you’re thinking like this?” his friend stated as he perked up his attention.

“No, no. Nothing like that besides whats the point in flying high by yourself. You know the script. No, this was something that popped in my mind last night just before I went to bed. I was lying there tossing and turning…”.

“As opposed to tossing and tossing, as per usual?”.

“Standard, but just before I went to kip there was a booming voice that said “Remember why you’re here!“. Man, I pretty much leapt out of bed but I knew it was in my head”.

“I knew it. You have been on something. Or were you giving those Magic Markers a sniff again? Hoo, I really liked the smell of them” he added as he floated off on recollection of the feeling of heatwaves blurring his visions as his nerves tingled within due to the heady aroma of solvents entering his nostrils a few years previous whilst still in the grip of the mandated camp of concentration where they first met.

“No man, look I told you, once this fool gets here with a lift we can go see that guy about the thing and, hopefully, if that works out the dude on the other end of town says he’s got a link that knows a girl thats interested but the best thing is she’s hooked in to the circuit. Why am I telling you this? You already know the script. Man, your short term memory is fished. Anyway, the voice said that and I’ve been thinking about it ever since and only stopped when I started watching the clouds and then, just like that, it popped up again. We’re in something and came here to do something and its definitely not any of this that the rest invest in. What was it?“.

“We came to fix what was broken” his friend added.

“Exactly, thats exactly it. How the hell did you know this?”.

“I dunno. The cloud told me as it was passing, look, look quick at that one. Can you see it?” he said whilst gesticulating. “It looks like a hand throwing a brick and the other ones got a hole in it”.

He looked up at the clouds and saw exactly what he meant. “Wait a minute, look closely. All of those clouds are one thing so, in reality, its throwing it at itself. Wow“. He sat down and let the metaphysical musing sink to his depths and then heard his friend chip in:

“Do you think those clouds ever look down at us people, our roads and things and make up their own stories about our antics? Wouldn’t that be something?”.

Just at that moment they heard a horn blow as their ride arrived so they got up and clambered in to the rusty, dusty wagon that had seen better days but was, to them, like a chariot. “Listen” they both said as they filled the newcomer in on the sketch of their little tete-a-tete. The response was predictable:

“You holding? Got anything left? What is it? Actually why the hell am I driving you round like a personal taxi if you’re already lifted?” said the driver, worried he was missing out on something.

“No, no. Not yet anyway and you know we’ll take care of you once we handle these things, that biz and if she can swing us a couple of tickets and a link. No worries, you know we always come through”. “At least 8 times out of ten” his friend interjected, with a look, encouraging. They each added more elements to the mix and the inspiration that came from the question that was asked inside one head whilst drifting was the topic of discussion for this road trip:

“Thing is it wasn’t like anything regular. First there was a sonic boom type vibration effect and thats when the voice yelled “Remember why you’re here!” without a word being said. At first I thought I was dreaming but then I’d only just got into bed”.

“Something wrong with your head”.

“Thats for certain and you ain’t the first to say that because people always wondered what my source of unlimited happiness is. None of this is worth a thing to me. It really isn’t. Its just a load of busy work and huge distraction from the true business of living“.

“Which is?”.

“Succulent titty meats and freedom. Sure the more of the latter you get the easier the former is but thats a crazy kind of addiction as its like putting yourself in bondage in order to buy freedom. It doesn’t appeal”.

“Never did”.

“Even though its got some things I wanted”.

“A few extra titties never hurted”. Three heads nodded in assent as they privately pondered their purpose as their rust bucket was hurtling toward the destination.

“Its like that guy, you know the one who lives on the other side of the ends. What is he now? Fifty? Sixty? Something ancient and he’s finally got himself a fly new Benz after nearly working himself to death. “Whats the point now?” I asked him. “Your skin is all wrinkled and even if you got some top flight trim you wouldn’t know what to do with it so you should let me take it out for a spin so I can do it justice”.

“Smooth, real smooth pitch. No wonder you can’t hold down any form of gainful employment” said the driver who, technically, was in the same boat as them but liked to think different as he had a set of wheels and that repped freedom and a bit of prestige as well. “If I’m being entirely honest though you did hit it on the head. I only pay the bills to keep this running in order to get easier access to trim as well”.

“Cash, ass or grass” came the familiar refrain with a grin.

“See what I’m saying? Its all about sex. It always has been, always will. We’re just a step ahead of them as we figured out thats what the point in leaping through the hoops and doing the good husband or relationship thing when all it takes is a “Hi!” and a smile to see if she’s interested”.

“His name ain’t Bob, nor is he your Uncle but he’ll roger your missus if she lets him” said the one from the back as they all fell about laughing.

“You know what, I think you may be onto something. At first I thought yous twos were wrecked off your box but this is some deep triz and its really got me thinking. In that case, yeah, they’re all doing laps and we just cut across the midfield because there ain’t no rules that say you can’t do this“.

“Exactly, exactly”.

The waves of consciousness may have been in three separate domes of flesh inside a chunk of metal that was chuntering down the expressway on a planet that was doing its own thing as it spins and orbits a fireball in the midst of a vacuum but, for that moment, they were all in sync with a higher state of consciousness.

“Tell him about the broken bit“.

“Wait, wait, wait, let me guess. They’re all broken and stressed because they’re trying to get ahead and they look at us as being broke yet chilled and think we’ve got the problem“.

“That’s it, that’s it. I knew you’d hear it on FM. That’s why we’re friends. Look, think about it, between us we barely have a pot to piss in nor a window to sling and yet all day, every day we do what we wish, every word is true spit and we’ve been with all kinda gel as well. Even some that were filthy rich. Well, more in the bank balance than the sheets cos she was so wildly repressed with that straight up starfish sex”.

“True, but she drove us all over in her Six and it was all expenses paid plus full access to the crib while she was working. Take one for the team and all the rest plus the fridge was always filled and as much drinks as you can handle”.

“Actually, come to think of it, how come the girls from the ends that are broke as us all give great head all night as long as you let them burn and twist as much as they wish and are generally so much more open? Is it because they feel more comfortable in their skin or are those career women just totally uptight everywhere but where you wish because they’re so out of touch with their feelings due to always living inside their heads?”.

“A bit of column A and column B, methinks”. The driver interjects:

“Let me recap this, yeah, we’re all broken and they don’t know it so they run around trying to fill their lives with things to do and believe in so they can hide the fact that they’re miserable whereas we realize this, on some level, and see all that as pointless as our only focus is getting lifted, having sex and generally shullbitting as we kick it round the ends?”.

“Exactly, exactly” he said. “I’m telling you, this is some profound ting we’ve stumbled on. Its like you are a problem only you can fix but to even know thats impossible cos its so well hidden but we spotted it as we own our time instead of the flip. Pull up here on the left, we’ll walk the rest”.

“Aight, cool. Gimme that fiver you promised” he said making the universal hand motion for remuneration. “Rinsed, bruv. Why you think we had to mission? I told you you’ll get it when we’re sorted plus you know we’re good for it. Besides all that Knowledge I just dropped on your head you should pay me a tenner instead”.

The laughter rang out followed by a “True said” as they watched their community chariot make its way down the lane leaving a light trail of smoke and noise pollution in its wake as they went about their daily escapades.

Thing is nobody serving the life sentence (up until scheduled release into a pension) of nine to fiving would ever consider this as they were so busy hemming in their freedom for reasons beyond them and thus none ever questioned the true premise of the working vacation they’d taken to this realm where flesh was wrapped around their sentience and the world presents itself as an enigma wrapped in a riddle that was actually the puzzle that this trio continued to solve that evening for they may have been poor of pocket but they were astoundingly rich in Spirit and overflowing with imaginative thinking that they used frequently to make 1 + 1 = 11 for the near constant celebrations that defined their existence in this realm.

Tune in next time for more adventures of the three mashed up peers as they collectively ponder the vagaries of life, death, women, wine and everything in between in the way only a mind of a teen can as they kick the ballistics whilst motoring from one mission to the next in a tin can that was held together with optimism and luck plus fueled by an elixir that always seemed to provide just what they needed and when.

Till we meet again