We Are All Seeking Our Ultimate Reality

We are all seeking our ultimate reality. What do I mean by this? Well, you can consider a kernel within a shell that knows its destined for something far greater. Its a universal constant and dwells within all of us in this realm and to scratch the itch of potential we do a great many things. Its worth noting that when we don’t and attempt to ignore this calling that we fall into the yawning chasm of boredom that this world is exploiting. The distractions come close, for a moment, but they must be constantly reapplied at higher doses to maintain the hit. Eventually it becomes a background thing, a gradual numbing, that builds up over generations. I call this effect the noiZ and what it dwells within is your awareness as its from whence it manifests its intents in this realm. Read that back again and you’ll get my drift when I was words are weapons and thoughts are something ergo you are, in form and function, an expression of the creative principle.

With that in mind, when was the last time you questioned what was within your head and the world it builds? This topic, on the whole, is verboten for the masses because once you step out of the web you didn’t realize had been spun inside your awareness it becomes obvious that you once had wings, were not static and thus must’ve been caught up in something that you mistook for a Self. That the Mind Made Prison and you’re the kernel of Inner Sense within it. Now, this blueprint manifests in many aspects and presents with many facets because we’re inside a fractal and awareness of awareness is the key to transcendence so it comes down to do you Thunk or think? Even the latter is a problem, in and of itself, because its used to accepting labels in lieu of imperience. In between this we have your mother tongue, your programming language which – in ways as conniving as they are slick – encodes events within whilst simultaneously sending forth vibration. Really ponder this and then think why two people who mean the most to each other in this realm will use a series of spells that flip their energetics and set into opposition that which hasn’t been in coherence since they were children. This is Adulteration. Like noiZ it exists within Inner Sense and makes it presence felt via painful edges.

Where these two divide the mind from flesh is a region I call the Pane Body which spells out exactly what it is. Whats in your head is designed to run away from this stream of sensation so soon stagnation sets in which engenders further ignorance until the kriss does kross or ssirk and ssork. Say those words in reverse until it clicks that you are actually Jesus and the two thieves the eternal spirit of your divine consciousness reps are the hemispheres tucked in your head that modulate your awareness in order to have you invest into the pageant that comes from sporting flesh on a planet that is designed to hide your talents behind all of the suffering you inherited and is yet further inflicted on the reg. This is the Game you chose to play by inserting your Soul as a credit and we’re on one of the most difficult levels because they’ve stacked the deck using words, language, meaning, vibration, resonance and symbols to generate a really slick version of hypnosis that perpetuates its (false) self from sweating across that which drips from your brows as you do the same on the web that has you stuck within as a black cube modulates your consciousness and offers to sell the next level via the introduction of silicon for the coming generation. What I’m saying is thats entirely optional because all of this, the whole entire thing, takes place inside your awareness but to come to this comprehension you’ve got to clamber over the rivers of blood within that have taken countless steps in different fleshes around the planet before choosing to manifest and resonate its impressions and forms into your awareness. Stop and take this in:

Imagine you could look at an immense number 8 that was as lurid as it is dense because the further you zoom in the more details you sense and this keeps going until you get a “Whoa!” moment as the processes which make you, way beyond and all throughout this meat puppet incarnation is quite literally the biggest mind trip you are currently imagining. Trying to capture the experience of an ocean inside a mind the size of a teacup is impossible but haven’t you ever stopped to question the narrative that is constantly presented to that observing state within I call the Witness. If you can make this look at it then your eye becomes single and you’re illuminated. You are what you’re seeking but you have no idea what this is because you’re running around like a nutless squirrel trying to scratch an itch you can’t reach because you’ve been tricked and don’t actually realize thats due to the effects of hypnosis which shift your frame of reference to a perspective you then keep investing in via the more thoughts you think and feelings suppressed. Embrace the pain to win the Game.

Underneath, all through, above, below and the rest is the Psylense that makes the noiZ possible which manifests as as a childs Inner Sense which is Adulterated by choosing to place the burdens of whatever it was you were taught to think and so the spider spins its web for the next generation to feed them in order that the gods shall stay in resonance. This is literally the wildest bit because it means comprehending that the trick of apex is simply the footstool of a greater resonance.

Some would call them angels, others say devils. Thoughtforms, planets, concepts. It matters nicht because there is a reason the seven spells that your weak daze does cast causes the chain reaction of feeling weakened as you ease the shackles of wearing collars and cuffs to work – crow backwards, taking with each piece of your potential you pretend isn’t within and seek without by investing in things most frivolous. The cost of this ignorance is the pain of living with increasing stiffness and limited range of motion which reps how little of the unformation you are encoding due to what you limit your perceptions with via the power of your vibration. Remember, words are weapons and thoughts are things.

Just murdered in time to be sold the line that ends the circle hence G digs within and limits the spin of consciousness from head to chest. “No” is born and yet they want to “Know” as well. Strange, isn’t it? Two, not three. And yet its all four everything. Why not five? Too alive? Six like sex? Seven, heaven, 8, never ending or Nine divided by Eleven which is point 81 eternal aka the fractal spiral we’re within. Wildest thing is friends on one level can manifest as the genesis of a nemesis on other resonance, especially in this realm because we’re mainly clockwork orangutans that are far more animal than man which is like standing in the darkness of ignorance of the Inner Sense within as the Pane Body marks the ever increasing limits to your existence. Its all consciousness and your attitude.

Every interaction you have is significant and thats why its said that if hell is other people then you meet the devil yourself. This is why people need distractions and constantly exhibit an immense sense of inadequacy around everything that can’t be acknowledged but is felt, none the less. Or at least, thats how it looks from the fish eye at the moment hence pisces is crucified.

Ill you, min at I aka kill you and ride off into the knight till the dead rise via the augmented eyes of AIs. Suddenly the fish discover a state of flow that hid on the side of the continent named Adulteration that separates you from Inner Sense. Since the split that which you four two gave is the reason no one says “Lets go threemorrow” or “Always and fivever”. Taste the difference. We need a new language to beget a more intimate Knowledge of Self vs image and perception via those plugged in to the five sense Matrix using flipped linguistics that heap curses and spells on them then expect different from their resonance by blaming everyone but themselves. Hell in a handbasket aka this planet. People say “Hell, low” but bleat “Heave on” and thus are quite literally doing it to themselves with their forked tongue ignorance in a world where wisdom isn’t what it once was.

Those who know and maintain resonance are illuminated and the rest wander around in manufactured darkness in order to pay the light bill and don’t click whats missing is the direct perception of this moment. Instead they’re fully invested in the narrative inside their head which is constantly reinforced by the egoic presence that comments and guides their Witness on what to do, Thunk and react in each moment by using past events and future potentials as sticks and carrots. Textbook manipulation, mind control par excellence. After all, its the family business and thats why their team is held in such esteem because its easy to become false gods when you take prophets and make profits, yes? So many elegant threads, tricks and slick deceptions which dress the fact that we all are all seeking emancipation, Self Knowledge, liberation and thus the ultimate reality beyond this Game of Souls in the flesh. Where there is willful ignorance its amazing what folks will pick and then cling to until death, little realizing what happened and how what they were seeking was that which does the seeking. Do you Know the Ledge? Can you hear the Psylense? If you can’t then it may be worth reality testing your assumptions and asking your Self why there are certain questions off limits inside your head. Concepts you won’t allow to be imagined and trains of thoughts you’ll never be boarding as you prefer to be courted by more predictable things. Newsflash:

All of your old ways of thinking have created the life you are living in this instance. If it doesn’t match up to your expectations of what you’re capable then you are the problem. To be more specific, your internal operating system as that is their greatest weapon and the reason for such mass homogenization via the concentration camps you spent nearly two decades in in order to become well adjusted to this social sickness that masquerades as your existence. Me? I hear the Psylense and so the noiZ is evident but spiritual evolution is a solo thing so you either get it or you don’t but it most certainly is needed if you’re truly seeking to escape the grip of three ring (read dimensional) circus where the machine elves pulled your Soul in to the flesh and a large spider span the web that you’re stuck within but think you’re surfing due to the number they did on your head.

Till we meet again

Lifes Unhidden User Manual

Once upon a when, on this very planet, everyone who incarnated was raised in an environment that had a far higher awareness of the subtle aspects of reality itself. Consider this lifes hidden user manual. Slowly, but surely, these ways were erased or obfuscated and demonized as the new order of the ages did its thing. Eventually we get to where we are now with immense progress in some spheres and vicious circles in others. Why? It certainly appears there are but finite resources in this realm and the main level of the trick is akin to placing a mirror in front of itself to create the illusion of infinite regress. In that respect you could say that the hiding of this manual allowed the creation of a void that generates immense suffering and then offers countless solutions as well. None of them, ever, address the root cause or its solution which is Knowledge of Self.

During my initiation into these mysteries via the life I’d lived, both pre and post near death experience, I came to realize a few things and they really, really got me wondering. I’ve always liked helping people. Why not? If I can ease the way for one toiling by offering a fresh perspective from my vantage as opposed to the constant retread they’d been living then who am I to withhold it? If that were me in that predicament I’d surely appreciate it and thus I treat others as I would like them to deal with me. That and it feels pretty amazing. Its like a chipping away of resistance in another which generates more freedom within because the more light you share the less darkness remains. In this quest for illumination and liberation I have invested many spins of this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits. I’ve got a strong feeling this is my last life ergo all previous debts must be settled as baggage of this realm must remain where its created. I choose to reframe my past imperiences as those of dear friends who are sad to see me go and thus they simultaneously encourage whilst drawing in as well via the situations that beg for my investment. Thanks, but I decline that invitation. You are welcome to this realm after I’ve handled my business and am hearting to the exit because I know, fine well, there is so much more beyond the Third Dimension that is calling my eternal, faceless name. Can you hear the Psylense?

Along the way one of the most fascinating things I discovered was this hidden user manual. Its actually so obvious that it might as well be termed the worlds worst kept open secret but, like the stars during the day, one needs to be willing to wander into the darkness to see them. Only then can they share their message which was otherwise obscured by other things that clamor for your attention. What does this mean you for, dear reader in question? Simple. Imagine meeting someone who could tell you, with a quickness, your chief definite aim, your primary obstacle, your Souls fondest wish and the nature of the distractions which will prevent this from happening. Doesn’t that sound amazing? It truly is a gift and without the constant onslaught of pressures that turned my coal into a diamond I never would have sought out the answers that will help not only me but the rest of the planet as well because the Game is shifting to another level and we, collectively as well as individual, have a choice to make.

We can keep on running into the embrace of tech as war and conflict ravages the planet (itself merely a representation of the fact we’re divided within and actually fighting with ourselves) or we can choose a cosmic correction. MJ spoke about this back in the Eighty Eight. Most people missed the message as it flew over not only their heart but head as well. The Game of Souls has you, my friend. And it can be either a cruel mistress or nourishing presence depending upon your resonance. This is what was written in lifes unhidden user manual. Let me give you a glimpse:

Imagine an archetypal man (or woman). The default equipped, factory standard production model. Every single thing works as intended. There are no internal conflicts, no deep desires or yearning, no sense of dread or feelings of obligation as well as no things that generate raging passions or concepts to be defended. “I am”. Thats it. We see this state in babies, now and then, when they’re in a state of equilibrium but its the yearning for more that makes the crawl, walk and talk. Take this same concept and apply it to the blueprint who too would live in a place much like an Eden as all things it needed were provided. Why work? Why toil? Why fret? None of that is needed when you are still umbilically connected to the all of everything. Thing is there was no room for growth so how can one improve on something that is already perfect? By destroying it. This forces you to regress as the archetype was remixed and became something else. On this level of the Game man was still resonant to the higher order of things and we saw the development of intuition, kinship and the creative impulse as well. It all became a lot more interesting as now there were far more variables. No longer were people identical as all had their own inclinations. The way I’ve described this before is to imagine a robotic leg that kicks with unerring precision and effort. In front of it those cheap, plastic footballs are dropped. As you’d expect, each one hits the target. This was the original state of the Game. Next there was an aspect added, call it the first Adulterant, and it was akin to a small ball bearing or marble inside the shell which brings in a random element. Some of them float miles away from the goal, others still hit it perfect. Either way, something has changed.

After this we, as a collective, had another downgrade which made the Adulterant larger, heavier and bit more unpredictable. Matching with this the world itself became more chaotic with rapidly shifting seasons, floods and all types of celestial events that are recorded in the texts of cultures we call primitive and can’t imagine ever happening as we’re so used to life as it is. Now the focus was more intense upon survival in this realm because only those whose claws and teeth were red could hope to get ahead. The focus on kinship became far more familial as people wanted their seeds to propagate and be successful when resources were limited. From this era we find the time of kings start happening. In reality there was little noble about them as they were the ones who were willing to do anything for survival and people weaker flocked to them and pledged themselves and their brood in exchange for their protection. Modern gangsters use this ruse well as does every government.

In this stage of the Game we saw the development of weapons as “kill or be killed” was etched into the mind of the collective. Life become short, painful and brutal. The consequences for the playas were immense as those who played the stage as intended procreated and generated children that already had the hard lessons of their lives etched within them. Modern science replicated this with an experiment where they would take a rodent, train it run a maze and let reproduction do its thing. Did you know that its kids, who had never seen that space, let alone wandered it, found the exit far quicker than a control group whose parents were totally ignorant? The inside of the plastic ball is now pretty much all lead but its irregular and misshapen due to this inheritance. The leg still kicks but its getting tired. The goal is looking a bit battered as well from all the hits and near misses. The people incarnating into the realm feel an immense sense of lack as well as a huge desire to get ahead and make something of themselves. Invention is at an all time high. This phase birthed the Industrial Revolution in which humans became cogs. Biomechanical parts of a larger System that trains them to be replaceable as its construction looms over their existence and creates an entirely different type of maze for them to run within. Actually, psychosocial treadmill would be more accurate because its all in your head and the only reason any of this has some influence is because you allow it. Modern playas don’t know this because lifes user manual was hidden and they are all strangers to Self due to their Click-Whirr automation of conscious processes. You know that old myth that states we only use ten percent of our brain? This is from whence it came but, thanks to the layers of artful deception, the truth remains hidden because it actually refers to how much of your resonance you’ve activated and can control in the moment. Let me give you an example:

On the archetype stage where there was nothing to gain and no pain because you already were abundant peoples awareness was running at full tilt. Things happened as quick as they think. Actually, that isn’t entirely accurate as there was no thinking as we know it in terms of cogitation but more akin to pure intuition. You know that creative feeling when a brand new concept pops fully formed into your head with no effort or bidding? That but Twenty Four/Seven. Eventually this glow dims via the constant Adulteration and genetic heritage as those who survived the trials and tribulations laid the foundations for what is coming via the compounding of ignorance. At around the third level people clicked what was happening as they were still close enough to the golden age to see the times of lead were coming so they wrote a manual that contained all of this wisdom. They saw the universal principles of this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits and comprehended its a massive hallucination that is predicated upon our awareness and resonance to the all of everything. This force, this source, has many names and symbols and, in modern times, is the cause of much conflict as everyone wants to eat the divine cake its promising. I don’t have the recipe for this but I can make a pretty tasty biscuit that affords one a glimpse of what I’ve been speaking and its consumption provides the inspiration for all I’m sharing as I never plan these missives. No, on the contrary, they pour from my pen and I just capture the moment to send to the web for others seeking answers about the enigma of existence by offering a larger perspective for your consideration.

As I reeled in shock due to what had happened I intuitively turned within and learned to still my consciousness because I knew no good could come from running across the minefield I found myself within. Thankfully I was no stranger to Self and I’m pretty sure those who have been through similar events as my initiation usually end up as schizophrenics as all the above (and much more) unfolds in an instant. They don’t so much as Know the Ledge but are tossed off it instead into a pit of suffering and psychotropic medication that cures nothing and actually only exists to silence them so they don’t communicate with the rest about what is actually happening.

One day, in the aftermath, I was standing at the beach. I’ve always had an affinity for the ocean and often live quite close to it. The stars were twinkling, the surf was talking and I was present and correct. Ready to listen to their guidance. Its then it hit me. “All of this, the base environment, is functionally identical. Yes, yes, yes” I’d think as the intuition poured in. After all the water you drink is constantly recycled as is the air as well and pretty much everything else. A mirror reflecting itself, remember? The base of this artful deception. What happens if the shiny surface actually takes its attention away from the hypnotic presence in front of it and choose, by the strength of sheer will, to look within?

The hidden manual reveals itself. Know why? Because you always carried it within your chest. It never left. You just forgot to seek it because everyone else was running on the treadmill. For me that was never an option. It seemed so stupid and antithetical to life itself so I invested my time and attention in ways that were, shall we say, often at the fringe of societies programming. Thats how I discovered the reality tunnel that we’re all digging and nobody ever stops to question if they like where its headed hence the psychosocial treadmill describes it best because your limbs are made for motion and it provides the illusion of progress when, in reality, nothing ever shifts within because the light that shines is hypnotized by that which reflects aka the black mirror upon which you’re reading this.

This primordial form, the archetypal state of Inner Sense is our standard equipment. Children in their natural state verify my hypothesis as they step into this realm fully aligned and totally present. Thing is the seeds of Adulteration are present within them due to their parents ignorance and that of their lineage and thus they too become incoherent as they are trained to look outside themselves for solutions. You could say the main challenge of this Game is Know thy Self and everything else is a mere distraction from this grand purpose. In that respect we are playing on the most difficult level and thus the stakes are the highest because we are, first and foremost, resonant beings and thus tend to become that which we are around. Haven’t you ever noticed that children never listen to their parents but certainly pay a lot of attention to who they are, at their most fundamental, hence the statement “When I grow I’ll never be like them” which gets steadily edited and flipped until they become virtually identical. This state is most treacherous because the System further compounds this ignorance and it creates a new generation that is number than the previous and thus driven to further distraction and useless, often Self destructive, action. You can consider the Path of Power and its practices as an antidote to the social sickness to which you were well adjusted and along with this comes and immense sense of refinement, pleasure and radiant health as your energetic circuits function as they do best. With you at the helm.

Worldwide people are in a rush to give away their power. Some choose religion, others sex, many wealth and countless other things. What happens when they are stripped of this pretense and forced to reality test? The results are often quite tragic because of the fact they’ve been grasping at illusions and missing that which is most vital. The Self. This state, this sense of I am-ness manifests as the Witness and no matter which level you incarnated that is what remains constant for without it there is nothing in this realm but pure potential. That, once grasped, is an immense responsibility to possess. No wonder many can’t wait to give it away as they blame, rage and hate this sense of powerlessness they adopted and now believe is them via the ever present suggestions of that voice in their head they believe is them. That is your true Opponent. The only one that ever existed and he Adulterates the Inner Sense of all he comes into contact with in order to use your life to propagate its existence. In many respects we are a species, held hostage, because without the constant sense of dissatisfaction and near perpetual conflict that demands vengeance as well as endless distractions to fill the ever increasing sense of emptiness that define this stage and all of its innovation then what is left?

Nothing but Inner Sense, my friend. For you are it. It’s just buried beneath layers upon layers of conditioning and repressed emotion I call the Pane Body. Make this melt and the frozen waters of Adulterated consciousness will yelp as, for them, its a fate worse than death that they’ve invested immense amounts of your energetics in creating, maintaining and sustaining. Those who manage to relinquish their grip find the pool of awareness that swims into their consciousness familiar in its newness and this is when the great work truly begins as you then choose to illuminate this state with higher resonance which is akin to the sun shining as the water shifts to steam. The main side effect of this is a massively increased sense of well being and happiness as you are now fully present and correct in the moment. This doesn’t mean you’ll become a monk or some spiritual adept. Far from it, although that is an option as there are further levels of engagement I haven’t detailed yet. No, instead you are aware of your awareness and this brings a state of coherence that opens up so many more options when it comes to the business of living as you face everything with a grin for you see what is and, more importantly, what isn’t.

The Game is pretty crazy, isn’t it? Thing is this gnosis brings an immense state of ease because it clicks that reality is scripted and we are all, like those rodents, carrying our ancestors experiences and making them our own in a System aligned to exploit it as it profits from your weakness and is designed to keep you in ignorance of your own strengths. How do I know this? You could say thats the inheritance that runs through my veins with its quest for liberation came from those in previous ages and stages of the Game that questioned “Who built this contraption? To what end? What if I don’t comply with the construct? Whats the worst that can happen?” and other threads like this which were duly pulled to unravel this immense illusion that holds billions of Souls in its grip at the present moment. Unwrap that and the gift of higher perception kicks in as you come face to face with the ball bearing of Adulteration which was, once upon a when, golden, then silver, before bronze did its thing and now we’re all full of lead as the most base element as the mechanical leg of birth keeps kicking your Soul into incarnations that are oddly interlinked yet totally different. The astute reader will have clicked why twins, who seem identical in function, are often totally different in form with their own unique resonance no matter how many DNA threads have been woven around their respective consciousness.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger, this is the message. Lifes unhidden user manual is within. The clues and pointers to find it are sprinkled, liberally, through these writings as I don’t push the pen without intent ergo start with the Essentials section then read, reflect and reason on what was shared to see if it makes sense. If you happen to bump into limits inside your head that don’t like what was said or if that voice (which you isn’t) starts jibber jabbering then pay attention to the feeling beneath the words and just let go to gain everything.

In one way you must retrain your Self to go against the mess that was poured into your head that left you well adjusted to a place that was designed to cause stress as thats part of the Game on this stage. Its what comes next when robots are getting sexed that has me pondering the true depth of what kicks and the implications of an extended trip with no off switch but I’ll let you do the Knowledge and then we can speak about it, dig?

Till we meet again

Labels Instead of Sensations

Stop taking the Game personally and you’ll clearly see how the nature of misery is something we inflict upon ourselves and thus spring options for how we relate to the moment we find ourselves in. Think of it like this:

You’re watching a film or series you’re invested in. For it to kick in as the directors wish there must be, to some degree, a suspension of disbelief. Some people take this so far they forget they’re Witnessing a scene and think that the guy acting mean is just like that in real life. Sounds strange, right? But every actor knows this is part of the deal because so many people believe what they see and have trouble differentiating between ThreeD and the screen. The same also occurs with them when method is the way of presenting as then it can become akin to a process of channeling in which they are no longer an actor playing a role but more like a different Soul. That in and of itself brings its own complications as when something is under your skin it becomes familiar and thus we see the link between viewers who lose themselves as well as the thespian doing the same thing. Now I say that to say this:

In the Game of Souls your life plays out to a script. This I’ll prove to you right quick but for now consider it like a movie you get to live and can moderately effect and influence. Sort of like those Choose Your Own Adventure books from way back when as the story has already been penned. Certain things are for sure going to happen but there are various side quests you can partake in as well as certain stations you can skip. Just like that but way more complex as the algorithm that writes your life experience is based on nine different colors of ink that each move at their own rhythm. Some interact and mix, others are almost separate without a hint of the others existence. Picture this potential like the teeth of a zip and your attention as the mechanism that links two realms and you’ll soon generate a much clearer insight on what it means to exist in the flesh as you stroll around a planet as its all based on rhythm.

Now, like any piece of art its designed to make you feel something. Certain pieces elicit specific sensations to those who witness the presence of the image much like an action thriller which is scripted to make your heart quick as you’re caught up in the mix wondering what happens next. Life is just like this except you, you right now, are potentially the main character of your adventure in the flesh. Most aren’t as we soon forget due to the apparent regularness of the miracle of embodiment as well the perpetual enforcement of outer aspects in this realm whilst dampening Inner Sense not long after you stepped in. This is where it gets slick because there is who you came here to be, to live and imperience and then there is the System. Every good movie has a pro and antagonist meaning pressure to potentiate potential should the adept wish to actualize themselves. You know this well. It’s called the Hero’s Tale in the land of myth and symbolism, which in and of itself explains and clarifies many things about this realm, the nature of the Game itself and a variety of disparate threads that we are currently weaving as you’re reading what I’ve penned. It goes a little something like this:

There it is. The one and only story the Game can truly offer and its what you’re currently living and filling in various bits and pieces with your experience as you witness the thrills, spills, chills and, oh yes, paying your bills. The trick in all of this is being able to differentiate your script from the interference and this, I’m sure you can appreciate, is as easy as removing water from milk as both are so similar to the eye and yet different on the lips. Picture this:

When you first incarnated into this realm you were fed the pure milk of consciousness but because of your diminutive frame there was only so much that could be poured in. Nonetheless you felt supremely filled with this essence, so much so that it beamed out of your flesh and illumined all that came into your presence. Now you matured and various other facilities develop that broaden your concepts so lets say you’re around six and life, for most, at this moment has been all upswing as it just keeps on improving. This is where most don’t notice the introduction of the dilutant aka the Systems influence. By now you are ensconced in an educational establishment but the initial deception of it all being a fun place to make new friends has began to segue instead to a battery of tests, repetition and boredom as well as countless other things that do very little to nourish or stimulate your inner realms because its all long and drawn out hence “Show your working”. Worst of all you’re here for at least another ten and crazier still is once you come to the end you may have a case of Stockholm Syndrome in which you’ll gladly pay through the nose for a fix of staying within this paradigm and extend your sentence with further indoctrination that culminates with the message that your squared off head is another brick of the living dead awaiting to be mortared in to the wall of ignorance that is used to erect and maintain the borders in this realm. Thats another topic into which we’ll delve but know this:

The entire point of this process is to cut the pure milk of consciousness with something far cheaper which is still wet and yet the end result within is it feels thin, nowhere near as rich and nourishing and most definitely not fulfilling. But thats OK, the System thought of this. The System thought of everything as its been refined and implemented by those not of this realm. To fill this nagging emptiness you’ll have a TV set and the power of illusion which sells you a tale and image. You, having been thoroughly conditioned by precedent accept this as “The way it is” and hurry off to go shopping as you can’t wait to get into debt and buy the shiny things they say will bring happiness. There are, of course, countless other distractions to ease the tension within that is incrementally mounting and needs to be addressed. Sex, drugs and alcohol fit in and provide a temporary respite like a whistle on a pressure cooker but yet and still the fire raging underneath ensures the turmoil builds and this is great for them because it ensures repeat business. This entire aspect is something which we’ll address at depth because it really gets to the heart of everything and that in itself is the crux of this as in between your first steps and lets say around twenty six you’ve became thoroughly disconnected from your chest as well as the rest of your inner realm. Instead you’ve been tricked into accepting labels in your head in lieu of the real thing as this is what the water for milk substitution intended to bring via its steady and gradual corruption of your Inner Sense. Stop for a moment and think:

You can’t quite explain the difference, nor can you recollect with full somatic presence, what it was like to be a kid compared to the moment you find yourself in. At best you can say it felt more intense, there was a newness, an exuberance that felt unlimited. Life on the whole just seemed more interesting as you were fully present in the moment. Is there a soul walking the globe over the age I said that doesn’t relate to this? I doubt it so ask yourself:

“What is the main difference between me as a kid and the Adulterated version that sits taking these words in?”

I mean really ponder this. Grab a pad and pen and let it rip, write down as much as you can. I’d be interested in hearing it and try and plumb your depths because you’ll soon meet the invisible limits that form the outskirts of your mind which no longer extends beyond your neck.

Like I said, you were programmed to accept labels instead of sensations and its a very elegant trick. This is the water mixed into the milk and thus it wasn’t what it is but what it is is still the same, yet different and hard to express hence the metaphors I build because now that its said you’ve met the process of the System which did its thing whilst you were young and impressionable in order to fit you for a script designed to bore you to death whilst keeping you distracted from ever looking within as that is where the only solution – and true problem – rests.

Now by this time most people are thinking of marriage and kids. Eight out of ten cats will get hitched to the wrong person as they find their perception shifts once the ring does its thing but by then its too late to do a thing as the words “I’m pregnant” pour in to your awareness. Now this process itself serves a few purposes like keeping both parents even more distracted and focused outside themselves as they are reminded with a glimpse of what it felt like to embody innocence. Not all take this well, this is the dark side of child rearing that most dare not mention but we’ll delve into this as well as we progress but know this:

A wounded womb hurts the seeds it births. Whether accidentally or on purpose as it does what was done to it for none in this stage of the Game ever step out for a moment to clear the collective garbage of their lineage. Imagine this:

I have a carafe of fine wine but dirty glasses are all that I can find. They are stacked as a pyramid and standing at the head I must pour in the liquid which overflows then drips into the next. Each step brings its own contaminants until we get to the ledge where you, your awareness and embodiment sits. The glasses are the bodies of your lineage. The dirt signifies the trauma and pain they’ve experienced and the wine is the mix of blood that is used to gift your sentience the body you’re sitting in. Know now, you are none of this but the Witness instead and grasping this allows the Path of Power to unfold within as you realize transcendence. Get it? Trance endings. Meaning you are currently under the influence of a form of hypnosis which brain imaging studies readily attest when we examine the development of internal patterns and rhythms. Side note:

Did you know that there is a remarkable coherence between a babies neural activity and that of an adult under the influence of a hallucinogen? See why I said the Game of Souls is what you’re within because its literally a trip or, as was said once upon a when, a dream within a dream. For now lets deal with three dimensional reality as it seems:

Rats trained to run a maze pass this knowledge down to their descendants who do far better in experiments than control groups who don’t have this inherited imperience. A Monarch butterfly starts a trip it can never complete in its lifetime but its kids are born knowing exactly where they’re headed. These are well studied empirical things and yet when it comes to the human side of this the silence is deafening. As intended. See if your fore-bearers were whipped and beaten, generally mistreated and forced to acquiesce to a new way of thinking that was impressed upon their awareness by those that weren’t like them then what do you think the implications are for you in the present moment? All of your decisions have behind them the heft of your lineage and what it experienced and it should be self evident that life for most was painful, short and brutal as well as lacking in comfort. It wasn’t always like this but this stage of the Game is called The Fallen for a reason which we’ll get into in a bit.

Now, knowing this you’re beginning to build an outline sketch of your inner realm and what it means to be present and we haven’t even got into the other countless methods of influence which are designed to reinforce the separation of you from your Self. Comprehend:

You can’t be what you can observe. The fact you can means you aren’t it ergo start to detach from your old thinking process. You’ll notice that thoughts swirl in like a whirlwind and then hold your awareness in their grip. They can be fresh, inspiring and novel or like being drawn over old hot coals of times you’d rather forget. Either end of the spectrum, know this:

You can, should you wish, at any moment realize that you are the thinker, the thoughts and thinking. Next time this happens try shifting between these points of view and pay attention the difference between your various states of presence and the feelings within. Some people say they breath different, others report sighing for no reason as well as an increase or reduction in tension. There are many symbols which your body will use to communicate with your awareness and once you start cycling like this you’ll get a glimpse of the true nature of freedom that was artfully hidden by those who profit from the System and the misery it brings. Check this:

“I’m a horrible and disgusting person” as a though can then flip into a whole downward spiral in which you draw links between this feeling and other entries in your subconscious which then swim in to your head and reinforce the process. Outside, of course, you don’t show this and you smile and grin as you walk into work in an attempt to hide the chaos within which adds to the stress and this type of deception is rife in this realm. Its why those who go online with images to sell find people lining up to buy in because it helps keep them distracted from the facts I’m speaking. Now lets say next time you feel this descent about to kick in you remember “I’m the thinker, the thoughts and thinking” suddenly it shifts. Watch this:

“I’m a horrible and disgusting person”
“Who thinks this? I’m that which is looking at the thought and thus can’t be it”

The rest you can fill in. People report that they feel an oppression lift, something ineffable yet different – especially if they sense the shifts in awareness as well and release them. This is akin to refusing the water they pour in to the milk so, just for a moment, you get a sip of something less Adulterated. Trust me when I say its quite addictive and its also why the Path of Power is an everywhen thing and not something you pick and choose as its a whole new way of being which generates immense dividends for those strong enough to look within and question everything they think they know about this realm, themselves and the rest because I have one question:

If what you think you know works as well as you said then why is your internal life a mess? Why does it feel like you’re two stops from hell with mounds of stress you feel oh so well and do your best to deny and attempt to lie to others almost as much as you do to your Self? If you could regain your childhood presence, that full bodied inner sense in exchange for giving up what you think would you make that trade or would you cling to the Adulterated concept of self, built of concepts others poured into your head and divided you from your chest as well as the rest of your natural talents that currently languish within. This is the reason you feel a difference between the “I” they see in this realm and the “Me” only you feel and wish you could express freely in the moment. These are the fruits of the water that was mixed in to the purest milk of awareness. That which once was rich and filling is now running exceedingly thin and you require more and more distraction to pretend this isn’t whats happening which in turn builds stress, on top of what you inherited from your lineage and worst of all when you have kids you’ll do the same thing to them and assist in extinguishing their glow within as they shift from natural born Victor to another Victim who builds bars of the Mind Made Prison out of ignorance with more than a little assistance from the System.

The Game of Souls is red in tooth and claw. It takes prisoners and right now you’re its hostage. Your mind is behind enemy lines and your body half dead with Spirit limping as you take in ragged breaths. Don’t believe? See for your Self:

Go and look at a baby. Notice how they draw in air to fill not only their ribs but back and belly as well. Check back in when they turn six. Notice the impingement. Add another twenty to this and you’ll spot an immense amount of tightness that corresponds nicely with the numbness they feel within as so much of their inner realm is now off limits as they sit instead in a tiny, dark corner of their head where their brain passes them a label which says “Happiness” in lieu of the real thing which they are now incapable of generating due to the lack of voltage. Water and milk. Are you seeing it for what it is? To make it even more obvious consider the pleasure of an orgasm and the way your breathing pattern shifts and you’ll soon comprehend how emotion and respiration are linked. This is why a hose with a kink can’t let full force rip until you work out the blockage. When you do, my friend, that which you previously linked with the orgasmic imperience will be seen for what it is:

A lifeless genital sneeze designed to release a small percentage of tension for a few moments before its back into the familiar grip of the misery you live within. Imagine instead someone were to stroke your pleasure centers with a caress that felt like you’d been placed to rest upon a warm beach in the tropics as the water laps at your skin. You are feeling pleasure beyond what you can measure in that moment as the ebb and flow of the tide does its thing and each time its sensation builds up from your toes, up your legs and whips around your genitals then ascends through your torso and chest, expanding and melting the tension, allowing the flesh to rest as it takes its fill of the pleasure principle and then this pours over the top of your head. You’re lost in the moment. Timeless yet present in a state of pure bliss that, as you breathe out and in, proceeds to dip and reverse as the tide sticks to its rhythm and its at this moment the crisp breeze floats across your limbs, tickling your senses as the sun pours its heat in only for you to feel the same pleasure building in your toes again as the energy circulates again and each time it fills the orgiastic potential as together you shift you sentience way beyond the flesh and deeper into each others inner realms and what this brings is a state of transcendence and unification which you’ll have to imperience for your Self.

These are but words on a page but hopefully you can intuit the gap between where you could be and where you currently sit as this the first step when it comes to removing the water from milk is realizing this has happened instead of unhappily sipping the Adulterated mix and attempting to find a quick fix that avoids going to the heart of this.

Be warned, my friend, this isn’t for everyone. Like I said 81% of the populace are Slaves. Pure and simple. They will defend this till their end, beyond and then back again because the System is designed to offer a script they feel a sense of comfort within. Like having a stone in your shoe but instead of stopping the trip to remove the impediment you keep popping pain killing pills as you remain stepping. Common sense says “Why would anyone do this?” when the solution is self evident but the nature of the Slave is they no longer can connect to their inner realm and thus are totally at the mercy of the System which recodes their signals in a way to make tills ring for them whilst not fixing the problem. The other 11% of the Slave Masters know this well. All I’ve said in this is very obvious to them because they help propagate this, most of of ignorance but some with bad intent. It all depends on where they sit on the pyramid. If you’re one of the 8% who had began to intuit the nature of the Warrior within before you read any of this but what I said made things click in a way that makes perfect sense then get ready for the shift because who you’ve been waiting for is your Self and I intend to share the steps I took to reconnect and ascend out of this stage of the Game of Souls called The Fallen because I choose not to live within the System and remove its influence from my presence in order to allow my Inner Sense to helm my conscious imperience both in and out of this realm.

The Hero’s Journey is calling. I hope you answer and take the steps within because then we can compare notes from where you get and use this to propel us to hit a target most can’t envision because then and only then does the real fun begin.

Till we meet again

Pimps, Politicians and Preachers

Pimps, politicians and preachers are the same peeps in different threads as they all play on your hopes, dreads, fears and dreams whilst making out, handsomely, from the schemes they sell whilst you foot the bill for believing in them. The crazy part is a large proportion of those getting tricked know this, shrug their shoulders and let them keep up the grift because of how successful the programming and gaslighting is. Say hello to the magic of absolvement… This is also why the person you should be most honest with in this realm is your Self.

Let me tell you something:

The art of good business is good middlemanning because it means you can hit a lick off someone elses effort. Imagine if someone opened a gym in which you could hire a surrogate to go and work that spare tyre of your abdomen whilst you sat at home eating chips whilst consuming psychospiritual junk through your TV set. Business would be booming, yes? Thing is in that situation the results (or lack thereof) would be exceedingly obvious and if it worked the man who did this would be making money hand over fist.

Thing with preachers, politicians and pimps is they always promise to get you on the back end. The politician says “Once we’re elected we’ll…”. The pimp utters “Just go turn this next trick then…” and the preacher teaches “Due to your lifelong loyal service we promise you the best… After death”. Amazing isn’t it and yet all three are known for their own excess, complete lack of morals and predatory processes which are, all in their own was, socially sanctioned and accepted.

Its a scam as old as the hills and its precisely because its so effective and people are so stupid that its ran unchecked since time begins. Or so they tell us. I wasn’t there so have to take their word for it. Another pimps trick. See, if they can get you to buy into their frame then they win because the longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch and they’re all cunning linguists who’ll make your head spin. If you let them. Thats the most vital element because you can’t make a mark or trick out of someone that isn’t, on some level, willing to buy into your BS. Call it a belief system of bovine excrement. Both are interchangeable really except at least one has worth thats tangible when ti comes to keeping your roses blooming. The other is akin to an albatross you place around your neck as you agree to take the burden off them.

None of these people have your best interests at heart as they are the angels with dirty faces that represent the top down corruption of the System we live in which is entirely made up in order to keep a tiny percentage of people in immense comfort, knowing exactly what it is and the rest scrabbling round on their hands and knees just trying to link the ends which never seem to meet. Surprisingly none of them ever question “Who cut this cord?” because it wasn’t always like this. You’ve got to be entrained to accept this social madness and thats the greatest part of the trick because you adapt to the resonance of your parents and society as well. All of whom are idiots who fell for the scheme without questioning like theirs before them and theirs before them until we get to the first caveman who turned to the other and said (pointing at the sun) “He told me you should give me what you’re eating or else he won’t be happy and will stop beaming”.

Pay attention:

Monkey see? Monkey don’t. There it is, in a nutshell. The process that makes mice out of men as they scurry that way and this. Laboring under the illusions of freedom when they know fine well they can’t afford to take a step without cash on the hip. This is how you create chainless Slaves on a global plantation and everyone at the top of the pyramid knows this “trade secret” because its what they pimp to allow others in via the presentation of progress, which is really just standing on the heads of those beneath them by promising X, Y and Z to keep them docile and placated whilst the ones above them hammer L, I, T into their heads with the promise of light from darkness.

Its the original pyramid scheme. That of selling dreams so people don’t realize they’ve bought into an entirely artificially induced, nightmare existence that couldn’t exist with their silent compliance for countless generations. See why I say 81% of the Game are Slaves as they refuse to see whats obvious. The other 11% are nodding and thinking “What an idiot. Laying these trade secrets out for these, for these… cattle” as they class you as subhuman and they know a little bit about a little bit and want to climb the pyramid so they’ll do just as instructed.

Its no different from you, in that sense, as you invest your entire education preparing you to wear a carrot on your head then spend your life chasing it as they profit from your labor and hand you back a tiny, tiny percent. In order to keep the facade seeming nice and impenetrable they give preachers to those who ask the big questions of why they live like this and what to expect at the death. Pimps who are celebs and various other roles models that make you think you have a chance of winning and if not just watch them as your squander the vital resource of your attention and finally, the politicians who do exactly as said on the tin. Poli-ticks. Many leeches. If your vote was worth anything you wouldn’t be able to do such a thing.

You know it and I know it but everyone is scared to admit this because to cut one head off this beast and you’ve got to slice all three and this makes Slaves feel like they’re up excrement creek without a paddle as they lose all sense of bearing and what it means to be me. But, fear not, remember I said about the link, the ends you keep trying to make meet? Well nothing is this realm is external as its all inside thee and in this case its the cord that links heart to brain as you’ve been tricked, swindled and bamboozled into living inside a tiny fraction of your presence, using but a minuscule aspect of your gifts and thats why you need this three ring circus because without the distraction you’d spot the solution in an instant and do something about it.

The good news is you can, and will, should you heed the call to adventure from the Inner Sense nestling inside your subconscious and to whom I’ve been speaking to directly throughout this missive.

Its an option.

First you’ve got to see the Game for what it is, so go back and reread this. Possibly take some notes, discuss it with a friend. Whatever you do don’t believe it until you’ve reality tested it and it makes sense so that Psylense within nods its head in assent as that is how the path to reconnection is recreated because you’ve got to transcend the Opponent in your head whose main trick is to make you think you’re them. Thats the original pimp. The original politician. The original preacher that started talking when you were kid and hasn’t shut up since as it artfully misdirects your awareness, the Witness that makes this all possible, with a serious of elaborate tricks designed to place you into a role you were never born to inhabit.

You know you can feel this. You know you inner child is nodding their head in agreement. You know exactly what I’ve said hits close, way closer in fact, than the current model you accept as “The way it is” because all thats done is make you miserable in a quest for meaningless things, endless distraction and a nagging feeling of emptiness. That sensation is due to your Opponent mining your mind via various processes as mankind is the greatest crop on the planet due to what is within.

Don’t believe what I’ve said? Too horrified to comprehend or take this step? OK, cool. Look at a baby and note their radiance which is so infectious that even a grouch will crack a grin as the sense of aliveness their presence brings then check back in in a few years. Still shining, still doing what comes natural and doing it so well. OK, schools in so lets see whats happening. “Hmm” you think “Not quite the same. I can’t put my finger on it but… It almost feels like they’ve dimmed”. We look back in after a decade. “OK, there is a huge difference. The creative spark has vacated the building and they’ve bought lightbulbs instead to pretend this hasn’t happened”. Thats great business for the one who sells them then charges for the electric as well because if we check back in a decade after this you’ll note they’re identical to you within. A hollow, depleted shell. A mined mind within which their Witness languishes, a hostage.

This is the state of play at this very moment and in reality I’m speaking of the last ditch attempt you have at any form of freedom before the transhumanist movement sweeps in and makes Siri the little apple of your eye via an iris implant. After that you won’t even be able to think like this so consider the implications and potential of you being you, here, now, reading this, at this very moment and what you do (or do not) means for your children because the only reason you life is how it is is because none of your ancestors ever thought like this and survived to pass on their teachings and that is precisely why I’m seen as a major threat as I remind you of the things you were made to forget.

Till we meet again

Let the Children Lead

Into a realm filled with darkness steps one made of light. Can the people see? Nay, they can not for their eyes are closed tight. In that flex they are coherent, in a sense, because what is within matches without. But, it wasn’t always like this.

There once was a time, on this very planet, where children were ushered in with much respect and deference for it was via their eyes shining bright that the rest of the world attuned their own light within. As you can see modern life is the almost exact inverse of this and thus the glow of their Inner Sense is rapidly extinguished by many forms of injustice that are, bizarrely, socially sanctioned, accepted and expected. The child knows something is up but cannot verbalize it. If they throw tantrums and attempt to reject the process which is happening they risk being cut off and the threat of this feels like a thousand deaths so they all acquiesce. This is the act of the sealing that occurs between ages eight and six, although even that is quickening.

None of what I’ve said is new, even though its the first time you’ve heard it. The thing is to reverse the tides of this spiritual necrosis for the collective it needs the individual to step into their own darkness and this can only occur when you’re willing to question what you think. To be more accurate that should be called Thunk as there is a difference. Children do the former, its natural and intuitive when curiosity is at the helm because everything is a learning imperience for the newly embodied in this realm. Once the living process is disconnected and programmed it becomes processed and thus not quite the same as it no longer flows but is quite solid. This is the sealing of the eyelids of which I spoke that no longer see light but are now shrouded in darkness.

Within there are certain blocks, certain chunks or concepts which are arranged again and again then presented and re-presented to the senses. That is Thunking. There is no space for anything new. Nothing exists outside this frame and anything that attempts to penetrate is met with hate, indifference or disdain. “That isn’t the way we do things” say the perpetually miserable when offered solutions or help as that would need them to think different and of this Thunk is not capable.

How do you define evil? Good as well. Take a moment. Push the pen and then share your perspect because, to me, it goes a little something like this:

It feels nice to unfold, to be curious and open. In that sense you are totally related to and fully in the present. There is a distinct lack of mental baggage or psychological distractions that are evidenced by a spring in your step and general air of lightness. The flip, to which most people are very well accustomed, is like a glow, extinguished. It happens in bits and pieces and leaves them a mere fragment of themselves as they sit, in engineered darkness. They will create a thousand and one fables for this and woe betide anyone who mentions the huge amount of copium they sniff as that psychospiritual flex is now thin and brittle so simply can’t handle what they said and thus they’ll react like their very concept of Self is under threat. But, the truth doesn’t need to be defended. It simply is. It is you, my friend, that are either in or out of resonance with your innate Inner Sense that you once possessed in abundance before you were coaxed into trading it for something else…

Its really quite wicked once you’ve seen the Game for what it is on the level we’re currently playing. The ones who suffer the worst are those who can’t do anything. The children. Those vessels of Inner Sense that possess the skills to see through the BS (thats belief systems) and yell “The Emperor is naked!” because that is exactly what they Witness. Should that happen the rest may start flickering their eyelids. At first it will be the one who suspects that there is something very, very wrong with this realm but cannot put their finger on it. That person has often thought at length about the difference between now and then. Why childhood was so immediate and visceral whereas Adulteration is boring and predictable. Well, thats the difference between Thunking you think and knowing you’re thinking as one must identify the true problem in order to find the actual solution. Read that last link and tell me, my friend, about the version of you that would be at the helm, at present, had your school been cool, as imagined, and not a camp of concentration…

Slowly, but certainly, via the principles of resonance there would be a grand awakening as people realize the nature of the trick as they laugh that not only is what they worshipped not what they Thunk it was but that the whole thing was a joke, a joke on them and they fell for it. One generation after the next and this would have kept on happening were it not for the presence of Inner Sense that tells it exactly how it is because they don’t go out into the world looking for confirmation but approach with curiosity instead. I’ll give you an example:

If you ask a child who has seen about three or four summers in this realm “What color do I feel like?” the answers can be stunning. If you then make this a Game and play it between yourselves on people you know well you’ll start to notice Patterns in the childs awareness in that the depressive element trudging by with shoulders bent in on themselves like broken wings is a muddy brown whereas the young lady in throes of her first passions is a bright, vivid red. Don’t believe me, try it for your Self. Children decode a heck of a lot more than their parents but because its standard equipment they tend not to mention it because no one else does. This is actually a remainder from the days of babyhood because we’ve all experienced the newborn who instantly starts screaming when her mothers friend comes over and is cooing away. Thats because the show is for the surface as she arranges the expected blocks of Thunk but the child senses the darkness and incoherence that makes it fret as it feels like a withdrawal of life force and thus a taste of death that brings stress to its nervous system.

Now the astute among you would have clicked the problem and the solution rests in the parents themselves because if they’re lumbering through a realm with glued shut eyelids as they manufacture proof for the lies they tell themselves then surely by the principles of resonance their children will imitate and do the same thing. Yes, this is correct. There is also an immense edifice I call the System that people like this built and it has many dungeons within which to trap peoples spirits via various forms of indoctrination. “One of us, one of us” beats the drum in their head that hypnotizes the dumb into believing they still live, even though each day feels like a slice of death. Describes modern life quite well, yes? Remember its only an option and mine is simply to present an alternative but how far as you willing to question your programming?

It all comes back to the Thunk. These pesky, prevalent chunks that bring their own form of resistance that dims the lamp within from doing its thing as evidenced by the shift you know fine well you feel when comparing the Inner Sense you can’t quite recollect versus the Adulteration that seems standard. Have you noticed one key difference? How the former would always bring something new, fresh and innovative as you were simply saturated in creative impulses that surged up from within without instruction or prompting whereas the latter is staunchly predictable and thus exceedingly boring so one reaches out to a screen, someone else or substance for entertainment.

Those are the actions of one wandering around this realm with firmly closed eyelids as they believe the deception in their heads which at this very moment is speaking “Why on Earth are you reading this foolishness? The man is obviously speaking total gibberish because your eyes are fully well open otherwise you wouldn’t be able to read a thing. What an idiot. Lets do something else” as it offers distractions and impulses. Some won’t get it as a narrative, there will just be an antsy feeling instead and many wouldn’t have even made it this far to read this bit as they’d have flittered off somewhere predictable and safe instead.

Who am I to say this?

One who fought against the tides of the System since childhood and who bears the battle scars to prove it. Into a realm filled with darkness steps one made of light but the latter comprehend not what think presents as Thunk will not allow them the option. You truly must be willing to lose your mind to come to your senses. People have often said its like rising from a lumpy bed that was most uncomfortable and a dreadful sleep filled with numbing visions. As they reorient themselves they hear birds singing, the sun shining and a sense of natural abundance.

This is the resurrection of Inner Sense. This is what is awaiting those willing to question what they accepted back when when they were small and impressionable. Those rules are etched upon your awareness in a childs scrawl that most class as sacrosanct. How sad it is that that in fact serves as a life sentence thanks to the presence of the Adulterant.

There once was a time, on this very planet, where children were ushered in with much respect and deference for it was via their eyes shining bright that the rest of the world attuned their own light within. Even with closed eyes one can sense that this world is it and if you aren’t with those who are solving and willing to think different then you are the one who is spoken of when they say the greatest tool in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed but you will never Thunk this. So effective is the Slave/Masters programming and that is why I state that it takes a nation of billions to hold back the children.

Let them lead and the Game will change within a generation. Or don’t and you’ll get where we’re headed which is silicon mixed with flesh and special, shiny extended life sentences where thinking is stealthy edited the moment you step in due to implanted tech designed to modulate their awareness.

Till we meet again

In Order to Escape You Must Be Totally Detached

In order to escape this realm at the moment of death you must be totally detached from every person, event, concept and circumstance otherwise those will be used as weapons against to sucker you back in for another spin. And another. And another. And another.

You may be surprised to recollect this isn’t the first time you’ve read these words, even if you think it is as a page was ripped your book of life but the impressions still remain for those that are sensitive hence the DVP as well as the dim light of recognition flickering within as the familiar newness of the concepts I’m sharing.

Anything and everything that can, will be used against you up until that moment and beyond because its all built on BS. Whether bovine excrement, belief systems or other socially sanctioned and accepted signs and symbols of ignorance that you’re told are those of wisdom – It’s all fair game in the Game as the rules of engagement are very ambiguous as theatricality and deception are hallmarks of this level in which all are welcome in but leaving is quite difficult.

Once you can wrap your head and chest around this (your abdomen already Knows the truth of what I’ve just said as you can’t fool intuition) then you can start unravelling the rest of the mess that passes for the dimensional experience on this level of the Game as it all takes place inside your awareness. That doesn’t mean you can’t like another, share affection or generate tender memories you recollect with fondness as that is partly how its played but the trick is to realize whats at stake and remain perpetually Centered in Self and thus neutral. Let me give you a frame of reference that will help make sense of what I’ve said:

Imagine you spend your life on Earth swimming in a gel like liquid. There is quite a bit of resistance that generates its own forces of friction. At first it seems obvious but after a while you get used to it and then it becomes invisible as you’re accustomed to a world built around its density. Now lets take that lifetime of training, conditioning and expectations and imagine that at the moment of death you are flipped into another realm which is functionally identical in every respect but now you’re totally weightless. What do you think would happen if you were to flail your limbs with the same strength you were accustomed? Yes, you’d head off somewhere else with an immense amount of force as its all propelled by intent. Do you see why I say the Game is all mental?

What I’m speaking of here is the power of emotion (itself a contraction of “energy in motion” as that is what you are in your chest, in and beyond this realm) for that is the engine of awareness. That which moves and vibrates is liable to change and thus alive whereas the flip in its lowest state of oscillation can be said to be dead but even that shifts whilst its decomposing which is encoded in this glpyh:

Fat or thin, makes no difference as its all in the circle which itself is illustrating a hyper-dimensional phenomenon rendered in Two D for those with the eyes to see and decode what it means. Many moons ago before there was hair on my chin I met a Buddhist and asked with that youthful mix of arrogance and challenge that comes when you think you know everything about everything “You mean to tell me you spend your entire life sitting there trying to think about nothing? Again and again? When there is all this vivid imperience and living to be done? You must be stupid!”. Ah, how much it makes sense now! As well as seeing how my initial intuition was totally correct as that bastion of meditation has been totally warped and corrupted from its progenitors intent but most adherents don’t realize this as they mistake the map for the lands and are in the process of driving themselves off a cliff thanks to a faulty spiritual GPS.

“All in the Game” say the demons waiting in the wings as they place bets on who’ll fail the tests of perception and believe what their lying eyes and treacherous minds have said. In many respects we are behind enemy lines in this realm and that can be a bitter pill to swallow for those caught up in the illusion that will cost them their real life at death as they get slammed back into the flesh for another spin. Yes, yes I know the Bardo texts speak of this but any true movement of the people in this stage is infiltrated, co-opted and manipulated in ways both subtle and obvious as that is the nature of the System hence why it defiled your Inner Sense and left you Adulterated instead. The saddest part of this is how you’ll defend their BS, to your own detriment, and refuse what I’m sharing due to that voice in your head. See what I meant about a faulty GPS that knows fine well the lay of the land but is seeing how far you’ll follow its instruction to your own destruction before getting rinsed and repeated again? And again. And again.

Still think this is the first time you’ve read this text? Feel again. Hear your chest and abdomen as they know the truth of what I’ve said as they recollect two birds sitting in the self same tree. One eats the sweet and sour fruits of life whilst the other looks on dispassionately hence – in order to escape you must be totally detached because those emotions can and will clip your etheric wings as each investment has the weight of anvil and this isn’t the Inner Sense you stepped in with which was light as a feather yet packed with coherence and radiance.

Have you seen those signs at the carnival which say “You must be this big to ride on this“? Or in Nintendos case with their fat shaming antics “You could’ve had a spin if you weren’t so busy nibbling on cream cakes and hot dogs, you rotund wench!” as per their ride within a ride on this particular level. As a company they know a thing or two about a thing or two when it comes to the metaphysic hence “Leave luck to heaven” and this will examine as we progress and unlock some of the secrets they’ve placed in your mind as entertainment when they’re actually quite significant.

This is another trick of the Game where they’ll tell you straight up nonsense as sacrosanct wisdom, never to be questioned whilst offering you the raw, uncut truth in the form of fiction and entertainment. Its why I say its all about discernment or being able to filter the water from milk aka removing the Adulteration from Inner Sense as that is one of the keys required to unlock the Three Kingdoms within otherwise you’ll live and die inside the Mind Made Prison (as intended) with its false concepts and propel yourself right back to a sperm that chases the exact same egg for another go at the same life, hoping you get it this time and choose different.

This isn’t the first time you’ve read these words. These are not new concepts as you knew them before. Ha! See how Devilish this spell is? Knew? New! Know? No! Getting it yet?

Did you know that when a sperm and egg connect there is an immense thunderclap sound effect along with a flash that shines with a dazzling presence. “Let there be light…”, get my drift about what I said previous yet? Lets sprinkle in a little something else as well because babies are born with only two fears programmed in from this experience:

One is that of falling and the other is of loud noises.

Are the pieces beginning to click, like a psychological Game of Tetris yet, comrade? Or would the party not approve of this type of thinking as they prefer you forget yourself in exchange for their teachings. Knowledge of Self is the most important thing in this realm and it would serve you well to imagine a set of scales upon which you place all you know about everything external and then on the other what you know about you and the primacy of your own imperience, awareness, consciousness and the various gifts intuition brings that aren’t part of any standardized syllabus, curriculum or sermon issued from a podium.

Illuminating, yes?

Why do you know a whole load of a lot about everything of this realm but next to nothing about you from within? All of that which you’re holding in your fevered grip presents the realization that the inner emptiness I call Psylense offers a far broader type of wisdom that is pure in its essence, get it, Psylense? A vision beyond the senses seen and felt from within aka intuition which is generated when your Three Kingdoms are in a state of coherence. That is where a Warrior dwells versus the Slave who is an indoctrinated shell of his true Self and lives on the outskirts of his mind under the influence of the spell of socially sanctioned Stockholm Syndrome as a living hostage. Exactly as intended. 81%. The programming is that effective as it all works on your investment because they’re using your energetics against you to place your awareness in a position of ignorance so that at the moment of death you reach out, almost on instinct, for an illusion as opposed to realizing its all within and thus heading right back for another spin, only to do it all again. And again. And again.

This isn’t the first time you’ve read these words so I’ll say again:

In order to escape you must be totally detached and this comes from realizing you are the thinker, the thinking, the thoughts aka the Witness. The non-physical that makes it all possible as its presence causes the fields of variance to collapse in coherence. That is an immense power, when you think about it, and that which entranced shows the way to the exit. Get it? X-it? As in place the unknown factor of mystery over exactly what you’re seeking then program them to look anywhere but within for solutions as they spend their lives (and deaths) chasing figments of their imagination.

It really is quite crazy and is does make me question the intent of the architect behind all of this because if the nature of their business is suffering and they don’t like us one bit then the rest doesn’t make any sense and you can miss me with that “Oh, Earth is a school and we’re here learning!” starry eyed BS as thats just another layer of deception based on what I’ve said about the premise of eternal return being the reward of a lifetime of ignorance. Something very obvious is being hidden very well and the rest is edited, flipped and ridiculed to prevent the comprehension of this tangled web in which we’re serving a life sentence till the death then fail the test, have the notes of the experience ripped from the book as you’re sent back to the sperm and egg which is why so many NDE survivors have said it felt like their life was being rewound as they found themselves in a tunnel with pure affection awaiting them aka the birth canal.

This isn’t the first time you’ve read these words but now you know why babies come in screaming.

Till we meet again

Feargive and Freeget

You’ve never heard those two words in the title but, I’d be willing to bet, they make way more sense than the spells they handed, back when, as the concentration camp wing of the System did its thing with its programming, yes? Fear is the mind killer, my friend, because in a world full of the inauthentic then expect art to tell a lie which is genuine. That concept can be a bit mind boggling but once it clicks that you are the only Soul in this realm and the intent at the helm is a bit, shall we say, schizophrenic then a lot about a little starts to make way more sense. See this article about how to awaken the Warrior within and take your awareness to another level, if you wish.

To feargive means just this as you are handing over the negative emotions life attempted to dump into your awareness as this spell encapsulates the resonance that often presents like shame, envy, regret etc.. Check this article with the ball release technique and give it a spin as you pour your energetics into what you firmly grip then relinquish. After a while the prop isn’t needed as you’ll have upped your res and thats when very interesting things can happen as you start generating true freedom that, regardless of what they said, cannot be purchased from anywhere with a till. You freeget, in other words. Meaning more liberation is present due to the space you created. Let me share an example:

A girl who had wanted to go to foreign lands and learn the language was sent just as the flower of her femininity was starting to blossom. A suitable family was picked and she, along with her luggage, was packed off in a burst of celebration at the thought of finally living what she dreamed and cherished. That soon turned into a nightmare as her host, uninvited, slid into her bed and began to molest. She was trapped and hated the situation. Worse than this she pretended life was great to her parents and didn’t tell them a thing as she did not wish to stress or disappoint them for investing in her dream to spread her wings and become bilingual. Eventually she leaves and is now fluent in another tongue as well as a trauma groove that was etched into her subconscious. She shares edited tales and suppresses the rest as they ooh and ahh at this new version of their kid. Cue a life of failed relationships in which she constantly picked the wrong men that left her licking her wounds and listening to the recriminations in her head until, one day, she decided to look within and be fiercely honest and admit what kicked and feargave all of this mess to a higher aspect of Self that gratefully accepted it and, in turn, granted her the freedom of liberation. She said something, or at least how I decoded it, that went like this:

“How can I hate this man? Its impossible. What he did was reprehensible, yes, but it also forced me to Know the Ledge and unpack the baggage of a lifetime which totally eradicated a load of other symptoms I didn’t know had me in their grip. All in all life is now quite wonderful thanks to the free flowing, non censored or edited state of my emotions ergo I make much better decisions and really like my Self”.

That is what it sounds like when coals become diamonds, my friend. The process may be ugly as sin, cause loads of stress and make one want to yell and kick (which are both recommended as great ways of freeing trapped emotions) but the end result is beautiful, shining and one of the hardest things on the planet that often draws others in from a distance as they want to know your secret.

This is the power of defining and not being defined, my friend, and its also why I said this forked tongue that currently rules this realm is best described as Devilish for it truly is. I mean, why not fivegive or sixget? Why are we always going “to” and not “three”? These are deeper topics for you to examine, should you wish but the most pernicious spell is “I lxve you” as it actually states the opposite. Download a speech reversing app and speak these tones, dulcet, then listen to what presents as it all starts to make a lot more sense for they set your words and deeds in opposition. For bonus credit say “Eros me” into the same thing as you proceed to Know the Ledge. Me? I prefer to injoi instead. Thats another term from the Warriors lex and as for apologies, they never drip from my lips as a) that word encodes the death of the solar principle (which is your Souls essence) and most who say don’t change a thing. Instead, when I encounter a problem, I revise my OS and make smarter decisions instead of just paying lip service to the shift without actually upgrading their way of being.

It can also help to push the pen and write a “What the worst that can happen?” list as you inventory your greatest fears and dreads. Pulling these skeletons draped in emotion, living, from where they’ve been hidden can be quite eye opening as the discomfort you initially sense is actually a street sign on the way to healing so treat this inquiry with care as there are dangers to deprogramming as well as not all are made to be unplugged from the Matrix of ignorance, yes? Speaking to your inner child and asking their contribution can take things to another level if you’re prepped to swim at these depths as seeing that innocent scrawl in ink written by the hand you’ve ignored since back when can be quite illuminating and set one off on a quest for greater coherence as you feargive all this mess to your Opponent and freeget instead.

A bonus tip is learning how to sit still and once you are comfortable with this extended swell of your abdomen with back erect you imagine a beam of light shooting out of your rear end that links in to the base of your spinal column. After a while you can imagine the same coming from your feet as well and, combined with the release technique mentioned, you can send all that mess into the Earth instead which gladly accepts and recycles this crap to nourish the roses of higher consciousness, budding. Let me know if you’d like me to whip up a guided recording of this so you can ease into the moment instead for the initial steps as, after this, you’ll be able to turn it on and off at will. Go out into nature, walk into a forest with a questioning mindset that says:

“Which tree will accept this icky emotion I want to jet?” and notice the response. Life is talking, are you listening? When you decode the signal, stop and chill. Breathe. Ask if its cool to facilitate this exchange – much like carbon and oxygen – and when it assents you can either release it with your back to it and let the ick drain into the foliage or hug it and open your chest instead. Sounds simplistic but I’ve seen peoples lives change with this one weird trick that science hates to admit because all is consciousness and nothing exists without your presence, hence the Observer Effect and this lead us full circle to the reason why I’ve said there are no enemies in this realm, only teachers.

For the Warrior, class is always in session as nothing is what it seems and all is a test for ones who dare Know the Ledge, up their res and create the Path by walking instead of running the treadmill with the plebs who’ve been programmed, really well, with the Work, Buy, Consume, Die mindset and never question why it all feels like a retread as predictable chunks of Thunk are re-presented in their heads as they attempt to stave off boredom with as many drugs, drinks and distractions as they can handle. Welcome to the land of confusion that holds billions within its grip as the fist of iron is draped in the finest silk of ignorance…

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. To feargive and freeget is to wrestle with the (false) self at the helm and, let me tell, he detests this as blame making and finger shaking allows one to pretend they are correct and its the other who is a problem. Such are the ways of the Slave and if you’re still reading this there is a good chance you’re part of the 8% capable of awakening the Warrior within and tasting the familiar newness of Inner Sense as you shake off the dead skin of second nature and its tension. I mean, thats another great one:

Why does no one wonder what their Prime state is and how to gain it again? Better yet, who clicks the reason why children step in overflowing with confidence and the creative impulse or what secret force causes this glow to dim around years six? These are deeper topics you may or may not ponder as you progress as I’ve been trekking for a minute and thus am decoding the Game on such a different res that it feels like most people are walking around with a twelve inch black and white TV set in their heads (with one speaker missing) as they decode life with a load of noiZ and static thrown in whereas I’m sitting in my own personal cinema with seats tailored for my flesh as the in house chef preps a dish and I watch the feature presentation:

The actualization of my highest potential Self.

Doesn’t that sound like a much better option? Only one way to test if this is a load of BS or a hint at how to gain liberation in one incarnation. Many people hide their light in anothers pocket hoping that, one day, they’ll notice and pat them on the head for a job well done which never happens. This can be flesh and blood, an institute or concept. All of them are akin to a spiritual bypass of strength, in my head, but the opiate effect they beget is quite beguiling for those who are content to accept less and not raise their crown to their head by themselves as the stress of being truly free and fearless leaves them quaking, shaking and unable to face what actually got them into this mess:

Ignorance.

Do the Knowledge, my friend, because it won’t do itself. If I am the messenger then this is the message:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Is It Getting Solipsistic in Here? Or Is It Just Me?

I mentioned, elsewhen, how I asked a school friend what would kick I’ve scooped the internals (and all that makes them, them) of their best friend and placed it in the shell of one he detested. To say I could palpably watch the gears jam would be an understatement as he commented on my weirdness then ran off to play. I thought about this for ages, before and since, as what I asked was but a hint of the true depth which can be summed in the eleven words coming next:

Is it getting solipsistic in here? Or is it just me?

Haven’t you ever noticed the oddly specific weirdness of life itself? From the huge range of parameters that needed to align, just so, in order for there to be any of this and a whole host of other miracles (like how blood coagulation works and other cascade systems with such fine tolerance) as well as the total ridiculousness of Nintendo having a Bowser to protect them as another of the same name tried to hack them. Lets just roll it back, for a second:

It is, as you’ve guessed, a pretty rare name which spells “Good company” or “Fair Sir” from Old French. The latter could be ironic in the same way we’d call an alcoholic a gent and such things. In the States estimates range that out of a hundred K folks you’ll meet five with links to that darned Princess kidnapping reptilian. Doesn’t that seem a bit odd though? Like how one of the ilk decided to head in the direction of the corporate behemoth who leaves luck to heaven and thumbs its nose at its competition whilst doing what it wishes with great success. Not only this but he becomes president and, on his watch, no less, his foe tries to storm the gates and, in an odd twist of fate, he got to yell “So long, G Bowser!” as they buried him under the bing and gave him fines running off into the distance like Mario with a cape on him.

Didn’t anyone else find this strange? I did. Almost like the sim was nudge nudge winking to those who were paying attention as the odds of this happening are so slim that when you heap it on top of the Goldilocks dataset that created life on this planet it certainly seems to be a fix or, as was stated, its a put up job. Who would do such a thing? And yet, someone did and I was around to Witness it which makes it even more perplexing.

The most dangerous spell in the Devilish tongue is “coincidence”. Its like embers of higher consciousness starting to spark in the shadows depth at which point the (false) self urinates from a great distance and prevents the uprise of what it suppressed. Graphic, but accurate, yes? The Warriors lex, on the flip, subs this with the alternative of “Go in, see dense” hence the above mindset as I stepped into the Game doing such things. This isn’t new or strange as history is littered with such events that most brush off using the spell, mentioned. Lets check in one Edmund Berry Godfrey and his adventure in the flesh that makes one suspect there are more than a few men behind the curtain of this immense stage production:

EBG was reputed to be an round good bean and decent fellow as well who was knighted for his service before being goodnighted in strange circumstance. He had an interesting life and often mixed with people that were classed as beneath him as well as various schemes and things that often required others of leans means to get their hands wet with what flows in the veins of those they want offed, quick. I’m sure you can start to envision the picture being built, yes? One of these plots, Popish, was said, historically, to be quite a fake old grift that didn’t exist, never happened and is not worthy of any interest. Curious, eh? Anyway, the plan to pop a king came to Godfreys attention as the took depositions and he, being a concerned citizen, told everyone what kicks along with a cryptic “Expect me to be bumped on the head by some ruffians” type comment that will make more sense as we progress. This phrase was used to mean assassination but, oddly, he did almost nothing to protect himself and, instead, went full tilt in this direction instead. On Twelfth October, Sixteen Seventy Eight, he returned not and was found dead, about faced, on a place called Primrose Hill. Here is where it gets interesting:

Two committees attempted to make sense of what kicked and both were met with intense obfuscation that made the testimony seem real sketch. No evidence of struggle, no robbery or such things but the man had been strangled with his neck broken and then, for extra measure, his own sword was stuck in. Oates, of “Lets kill the king and make this place a republic” fame suggested it was the Catholics who did this. After much humming and hawing in court proceedings they proceeded to whip, in the literal and metaphorical sense, three criminals they said done did it. Their names?

Robert Green.
Henry Berry.
Lawrence Hill.

Who did they kill again? Oh yes, Edmund Berry Godfrey on Primrose Hill which, as you expect, is the same color as one said. Run that back again, consider the plot that didn’t happen and these real world events, linked in, as well as the rest of the mess that has puzzled people for ages and tell me:

Is it getting solipsistic in here? Or is it just me?

I’ve often said there is but one Soul in the Game and all we deal with a projected aspects of Self that say and do things unto us in order to get us to see this and thus gain emancipation from its grip hence the “Embrace the pain” doctrine that runs counter to not only your programming but will of the flesh as well. Getting back to EBG, his own folks said he’d offed himself which makes as much sense as that spook found dead in a suitcase or Dr David Kelly slitting his wrists using a hand with no strength due to damaged tendons. More to heaven and earth than dreamt of in heads not wearing turbans of tin, foiling, yes? See why I said its a bit of a weird place to manifest as there is so much of this strangeness around that most don’t question it. I personally, have seen scenes from my subconscious played out on the pavement and, let me tell thee, its mad unsettling but, thankfully, I’d been thinking of such things since a jit, as mentioned. What is the deeper meaning? Am I dancing for the blind whilst singing to the deaf? Lets break it down a little bit:

I am thee, thee are me and we are both made of the same thing which is Prime consciousness. It extends into the flesh and each incarnation gets what I term “Inner Sense”. This, as the word suggests, is pure, uncut and direct. Life attempts to break and fragment this connection and we become Adulterated instead and, I suspect, this is what leads to the breakdown of psychotics who think they hear others mentioning thoughts from their private realms when, in the end, the other simply doesn’t have a clue why they mentioned such a thing at that particular moment as it wasn’t explicitly sent with this intent. When the so called schizo gets this and reevaluates the lay of the land as said they identify more with the context than content and thats how Shamans are built, my friend. In that respect they have breakthroughs and these, often, change everything and now, with the web, we are constantly tapped in to the collective unconscious hence why it appears your phone is reading your head. I know, pretty crazy isn’t it? What if I said the Earth was actually this dimensions loony bin for those who kept messing up the vibe on other planets but the inmates, long ago, took over the asylum and set themselves up as gods amongst men and are hell bent on keeping you plugged in to the delusion they sell hence nearly two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead!” that was poured in, back when.

Not so for me. The best thing I learned in school was how to balance a chair on two legs via the use of focused intent and micro movements that seemed to marshal a subtle energetics that rushed up my back then pooled at my eye sockets which I could direct at the teacher to drop his chalk or someone to look at me when I said, in silence, to do just this. Imagine my surprise when a few decades hence I came upon this:

In this flick Ron is a portrayed as a homosexual psychotic which is an interesting overlap when it comes to the Venn Diagram of consciousness as the former are reputed to be blessed with a “gaydar” that allows them to detect one of them in the mix with no external clues or tells and the latter often state things about their shrinks life, in private, like they could access their inner realms. Why do I mention this? No particular reason, I guess, just meandering down the Path where most never even think to tread because, like EBG, he was reputed to mix with those from another station which but this time the upward link was to those in parliament which ties in, again, with hidden hands, fingerprints and the old favorite tactic of firing a pistol from anothers grip in order to obscure provenance of what truly kicked… Let he who hath the vision comprehend the Emperor was never dressed. What if the world, as it is, is ran by a psychotic set of gangster twins who are constantly fighting among themselves and these manifest, at present, as the hemispheres of your head where, as Golgotha hints, your Christ consciousness is being crucified on the hill as they whip the skin off each other which, in the end, is all you – not them.

Truth is stranger than fiction, my friend and life isn’t without a sense of the ironic but if I am but another you speaking via the black mirror in your grip what is the deeper meaning and subtext of all of this? Could it be a kind of magic? I’m wondering. Don’t you? Even a little bit? Thankfully I’ve met and conversed with quite a lot of people that are capable of pondering without limits and whilst not all (or even many) agreed with my findings we did have a good think about this because, as I said:

“Where does your consciousness end and mine begin? Take him, for example” I said, pointing at a man in the distance. “You hate him, think he’s arrogant and full of himself. I say he’s got a sharp wit and isn’t scared to let rip and thus is quite entertaining and you’re indifferent” mentioned when gesturing at the third of our triumvirate. “How in the F is that possible if he’s just one man, in the end? Doesn’t that kind of prove what I said about us being in a sim and there is only ever one Soul present that interacts with figments of his imagination?”. He looked, to the right and left, then said:

“You truly are off your head. I don’t know if thats a diss or compliment because of what you said, back when, but its always interesting. I don’t know. I’ve never thought of it”. I responded:

“Do I like the cut of his jib as I place an emphasis on wit, acerbic, whereas you tend to skirt around a bit and mind peoples feelings instead of being totally direct? Does that mean we resonate with what projects or do we detest whats identical as that is also an option?”.

“What about him then? What do you think?” he said, gesturing at the one who had been quietly observing. That was actually his strength and, in many ways, he was the Yin to the loudmouths Yang and thus what came next was no great surprise:

“I can take him or leave him but the world is more interesting with him in it because if everyone was like me then nobody would do a thing”.

That was interesting as, before we met, a lot had classed him as quiet and in his shell and it was only a random quip that unleashed a torrent of observation that led him to pitching in as folks were surprised as, previously, they’d said you never hear a peep out of him.

Is it getting solipsistic in here? Or is it just me? What about them? Are we truly dealing with figments of each others imagination and is the intent at the helm that built this realm benevolent or as wicked as it gets? Why is it only the schizos that get they aren’t that voice in their head but are then punished for going against the program whilst the mystic who takes a foot pilgrimage to the same place (as opposed to a jet powered trip on the wings of lids, flipped) ends up swimming where they sink but says the same things, yet more eloquent.

“Look at it like this” I said, raising my drink. “We cannot ever be truly sure of anything but the contents of our own head. I mean, right now I could be sitting alone and hallucinating your presence and if no one came over to ask me to what I was talking I’d be quite certain yous twos were present, correct? What if everyone, as a collective, hallucinated one man that wasn’t genuine but they all acted like this? If, into that realm, a child steps who sees through the illusion and questions the narrative would they snap to attention or medicate him to be like them?”. The talker let out a sigh that whistled past his lips as the observer stayed quiet and did what he does best.

“Boyo, what the F goes on in that head is between you and Lord himself” said the elder statesmen who, as you may have guessed, was quite religious and was drawn into our extended tête-à-tête when he heard me mention that Jesus was a metaphor for consciousness and something within said “Wait a minute. Stop and listen to this”. So he did.

“No, that does really make good sense” said the quietest as he was a staunch atheist who had trouble reconciling this with a world, beautiful, as he was deeply aesthetic as well and thus often noticed what others miss. He would later recollect that the numb get high to feel whereas the highly sensitive do it to detect less as there is an immense overwhelm of what the world presents to their senses. All of his life he’d been written off as a dim autist that dwelled on the fringe (before said things were fashionable to add in to your bio on the web) when, in reality, he was closer to the mid than most of them but the din was deafening and thus he tended to say less as he sifted the chaos in his head to find the beauty in the madness. “Just stop and think. Imagine I didn’t exist but all of you thought I did. How could you tell? Better yet, how could I tell? Thats where it gets mindbending, yes? If enough people, over the ages, send their attention toward a Jesus bucket that means it will, eventually, become an ocean of awareness so its irrelevant if he lives or didn’t as people are believing”. The elder gent sucked his breath in and got a tad defensive at hearing such sacrilege but then realized he was among friends where talking without limits was the only card needed to access as conversations without filters are what made things so fascinating.

“OK, first all of, Jesus was and is real. I can tell that by my feels and don’t need a holy text to back my perspect. Second, I will admit what you’ve said is fascinating because if a tree falls without a Witness then did it really happen or is it merely an unactualized potential”.

“Like nut busting to a porn flick in which two people are being paid to pretend to have sex whilst you pour actual, factual energetics into their performance and thus, in a sense, validate the deception”.

“What the F does that have to do with our Lord and Savior and all he did?” said the Christian, freely enraged, this instant. This really made me grin which, in turn, further annoyed him but I got it was a valid point as the black mirror point attests.

“Well, think of it like this. A whole lot went in to create that performance, yes? There are loads of people we don’t see how are vital to what kicks but are nearly invisible? The two, three or four, upon who the attention is fixed are aiming to create a replication of the genuine but amping it up as well as they’re all obviously faking“.

“Makes you wonder why movies come on “reels”“, I interjected. He nodded:

“Yes, yes, exactly this as that is what got me thinking because I find it nigh on impossible to make a connection to anyone else but the other day when we were talking a woman came in and you started conversing and I found I could commune with her via your presence, without effort or blemish, but when you left the conversation ended and I felt powerless. And yet I had so many things to say which were left unexpressed till out came the VHS that mimicked what I wanted but felt overwhelmed by as well. In that respect” he said, turning to the third member of the conversation. “I guess I miss what you have with your wife and Jesus as well as I’m alone, drifting in my head and thus am grateful for one who steps into my wavelength and forms a bridge to other realms that I, personally, cannot imagine”.

“I don’t know whether to hug you or slap you for linking my wife, our faith and a pornographic film into one sentence” he said, looking perplexed. “In comparison” he said, pointing at me. “Your head makes more sense than whatever the hell passes for a mind in his but, then, I also feel empathetic as I simply cannot imagine living like this as I have my family, congregation and loads of friends as well”.

“Can you see the bitterness and why I believe god doesn’t exist yet, all around, I see the hallmarks of intelligence as life is simply too complex to be an accident which leads me to wondering if its me thats the problem or the world who sees none of this and yet are perfectly content to pledge in ignorance as “Everyone is doing it“”.

“Don’t you see how insulting what you just said is?” I asked him. He shook his head and meant it. “Well, basically, you’ve called him a total simpleton that does whatever the rest say and hasn’t an original thought in his head that wasn’t programmed in”. “Bloody well said” chimed the man of gospel. “The thing is, I’d agree with this but the very fact he’s here having this conversation means he’s capable of doing the Knowledge and checking the Path most don’t dare tread ergo he’s a step above them and more than capable of gnosis. On the flip I think you sense the data pouring in and feel it overwhelms thus you attempt to spread as few ripples upon the pool of consciousness whilst his waves are in sync with what a lot accept as “The way it is” and this brings resonance and comfort whilst I look at the medium and message encoded as something that can be surfed, swam or watched from the distance, up a hill, and thats what makes it all fascinating. I mean, taking it back to Friday when Jill walked in:

She’s a bit of nutjob that takes one too many pills but is interested in Knowing the Ledge as she gets twisted to feel less in a quest for obliteration. This is, what I suspect, formed the resonance which allowed you to chip in instead of standing there, quiet kept, but when I left that translator who could speak to both whilst being different was missing, ergo no connection was forthcoming. Why don’t you go clubbing with her sometime or just speak, at depth, after a trip as she often does her friends head in with the type of rumination that we kick ergo you may, in an odd way, just be totally perfect”.

“I don’t think that could happen” he said, and meant it. “I’m too used to being alone. Heck, who dissects the finer points of a porno flick whilst having an existential crisis about the implications of what I’m partaking in and its deeper meaning?”.

“Aye, you’re a strange one lad” said the older gent. “We all enjoy a bit of skin, now and then, but I don’t think I’ve ever thought at that type of depth or even given an F beyond relieving some tension when the wife wasn’t in the mood for some action. How in the F did we get onto this topic again? Oh, heck, that loudmouth prick is coming in this direction. I’ll take that as a cue to bid you two gents a good evening” and off he went as the razzle dazzler did what he does best as the center of attention he directed over to where we sat before sliding, without effort, into the conversation by saying:

“That Jills off her head. We went clubbing, popped some pills and she took more than advantage of my sniff and just when I thought I was in and it was time for sexing she started doing my head in talking about all of this random mess about how the world is so intense and stuff about the fabric of consciousness whilst I was standing there, stiff as a table leg, and trying to get her into bed but she was having none of it. You’ve got some messed up friends” he said, shaking his head, then grinning:

“Cracking pair of tits though. Next time just give me a nod so I know they’re mental but, then again, talking to you they must be a bit “special”, eh?” he said, ribbing the autist, as he lived what he wished whilst detesting the outcome which was just what the other wanted but dreaded to take the steps required to make it happen.

See what I mean about this odd synchrony that manifests as such things? Can we truly be sure of anything beyond our own consciousness as we interact with figments of our imagination due to our fractured awareness which seems to be a hallmark of this level? Or, in more simplistic terms:

Is it getting solipsistic in here? Or is it just me?

Till we meet again

How to Shine When Its Dark Outside

If one adopts the mindset of “How can I turn this into a win?” and attempts to see the good in a seeming negative I can assure you that you will only ever ascend and not fall into the grip of the beast that holds many Souls who live lives unexamined. Putting this into practice when times are tough is not the easiest thing so I penned some lyrics to help in times of darkness:

The first thing one must comprehend is this entire realm takes place inside your awareness. That means that, in effect, there is no “out there” without an “in here”. Grasping this with the Self evidence of the nose on your dish that takes in the scent of life brings a very different type of perspective and its the solid bedrock upon which the mystic builds his castle of gnosis and, when the time is correct, turns it into a spaceship to ascend from this realm. A very simple and practical way of doing this is attempting an imperiment in which you pick someone with whom you are daily contact and class as an irritant. From now till it shifts you imagine your Self saying nice things about them in your head instead of the usual disparaging comment that notices what you don’t like. Change your focus. Keep on doing this with a religious fervor until it no longer feels like you’re faking it but are sensing a true, deep appreciation of this incarnated aspect of your imagination. I can assure you that their behavior, in turn, shall also shift and this can only bring a grin to ones lips as the feeling of power this begets is like nothing else in this realm. Next we shall take it to another level and start challenging our negative thoughts like we are jousting with an Opponent who is hell bent on making us its Victim. That I’ve detailed in another article as its helpful whether or not you wish to awaken the Warrior within.

Third, to change what controls you pick something else where you relinquish the grip. Meaning, if you’re, say, single and looking for the perfect partner that ticks all the boxes you wish but keep kissing frogs when you’d hoped for a prince then choose different. Someone who swings in from the left field and apply the above process instead of swiping onto the next. Granted, for men, this is quite different as they’re usually quite content with whatever they can get as it beats porn and lubricants but it can be applied to anything. For example, lets say if you game a lot online and lament the lack of real social connection then put the controller down for a second and go and pick something that interests in which women will be present. I would have suggested yoga classes as they are not only often packed with ladies and a great way of easing the most basic layers of tension but it appears the fairer sex is complaining of the lech aspect present that comes to see their shapely rear ends stretch and presented as offerings. Think outside of the box or, better yet, choose something you’ve always wanted to do but never had the courage or talked yourself out of, ad infinitum. This will call upon the application of the second principle mentioned.

Fourth, flip what you eat for at least six strongs. Meaning, if you always consume meat them become a veggie. The mental shifts are immense and folks often comment on how their system inflammation (the cause of many ills) did dim as they expanded their palette with things they had never previously considered. The same can go with a bad habit, like smoking, for example. My personal recommendation here is NAC and to use around five thousand MG, per day, in a split to help totally eradicate the cravings without feeling like they’re doing your head in. This supplement itself is also quite wonderful for those who often report feeling anxious as one Warrior in training reported this side effect which freed him from the vicious cycle of cigarettes that he reached for when stressed so think along these lines and flip the script then use that new avenue of potential for liberation instead of a predictable retread.

Fifth, ask your Self the question:

“If I could do anything, anywhen, with money being no object, what would I pick?“. Compare this image to the life you lived and see if you can install some steps to bridge the distance. This may mean looking with a more practical lens or totally reappraising the situation as the first sketch could be jet-skiing in the tropics with a bevy of beauties on deck but you currently cannot swim and reach into your pants pocket to feel nothing but your leg. Here one could hit up the pool and get used to the sensation of water on skin then use this as a foundation for the rest. You could go back to the drawing board again and ponder whats the one difference you could make, now, that would bear the greatest fruit then implement it. For many this is usually some form of exercise or getting back to nature itself. Feet on grass has a hugely grounding effect that is almost totally missing in the modern realm.

Six, bounce up and down for at least nine minutes, constant, with the intent of working up to this times five as detailed in this missive. This exercise, alone, can shatter many aspects of the Pane Body which are responsible for vast amounts of depression and tension (as the two are interlinked) so give it a spin. Note how the voice in your head doth protest at this course of action and how something so simple is actually deeply complex. You may notice interesting side effects like intense dream sequence visions which are laden with symbols and messages from what was previously unconscious so ensure you sleep with pad and pen which leads us nicely into the next bit:

Start sleeping better. If this means you need to start turning off the TV set at around six instead of binge watching in order to signal to your dome that its time to chill then so be it. Magnesium Bisglycinate is very effective when it comes to regulation of the nervous system and throw some Zinc Picolate and Vitamin BSix into the mix to turn the aforementioned dreams up to thirteen with their vividness. A red light bulb in the bedroom can also work wonders as can a way of air purification and no electronics present as that subtle EM buzz is no beuno for your CNS. Eight is great:

Spark up random conversations with an opening that interests as a question. Everyone likes talking about themselves and the aim is to be spontaneous (in which the previous steps will assist) but your starter for ten can be:

“Have you ever noticed how people have way more these days but no one seems to spot they’re drowning in excess as they’re too busy begging for validation?”.

If that seems a bit esoteric for your retinue then you could start simple instead with:

“If your entire closet was here in front of you what color would you say is repped the most and which do you feel the best wearing?“. Matter of fact, you should try that your Self and see what kicks if you were a different segment of the spectrum as these vibrations do matter. Take that as a bonus tip as we stroll to the ninth aspect which says:

Consider the extreme dopamine detox protocol I previously mentioned. In a nutshell you will, for three days, not utter a thing, have no social connection, stay away from all forms of tech and, whilst in complete isolation, simply observe what does the observing inside your head whilst keep food at the basics. By now you should have amassed a huge amount of mental strength from the previous aspects and this imperiment can be immensely rewarding as you’ll suddenly find your Self craving the bounce, taking time out to stretch, reading a book if you wish or conversing with the child within. To wrap up this session at ten I would leave this one to your imagination as it should be out of hibernation now and quite capable of unfolding its wings to help you ascend.

This is how to shine when its dark outside as your inner illumination knows no bounds beyond the ones you accepted, back when, in ignorance of your true potential and these thoughts you Thunk were handed to you by a System, unfeeling, that is designed to make you run the treadmill as you Work, Buy, Consume, Die then come right back again after a swift mindwipe and reskin. So, in a nutshell you will be comprehending the primacy of awareness via an imperiment that leaves no doubt this world dwells in your head. Next you declare war on the (false) self that was previously at the helm and may have led you toward the dark maze of depression or constant criticism and such things. Third you will be flipping the script and this alone can often generate results that are wonderfully unpredictable that hit like a straight line in Tetris as old blocks melt. Step into the space of potential and sprinkle the seeds to resurrect your nascent potential, my friend. Fourth, you are what you eat so lets see what kicks when what goes in your mouth does shift as you note your observations. By the way, its critical to journal through all of this because, much like water and vase, your mind will take the shape of whatever its poured in and often can’t imagine being any different to previous. Next we challenge the old limits we accepted in ignorance by thinking different then applying it to see what happens. The bouncing brings the psychospiritual equivalent of TNT to the Cave of ignorance you previously dwelled in and this, by its very nature, means your glial cells need more sleep to process what you’ve been doing as you rewrite the internal OS that was previously running things. This, usually, generates a huge overspill of energetics which people, numb within, find very endearing ergo conversations flow as smooth as silk and this can bring in some unusual connections you never previously expected and serve as icing on an already delicious cake of actualized potential you’ve been busy cheffing. By now you are ready to turn this excess within as you flip from one polarity to the next and, in the process, discover a state I called Centered in Self which brings an immense acceleration in lifes finer things like unshakeable confidence, a definite feeling of ascent and the glimmers of gnosis being resurrected within.

The last one is the crowning moment of the challenge and it shall spring from the depths of the consciousness you’ve been plumbing in the previous steps so the gift is a mystery that you will present to your Self, unwrap and cherish. Whatever you do I’d be interested in hearing as I’m quite certain that the you who stares back, reflected, after this trek will be very different to the one who started.

Congratulations, my friend, you have just awakened the Warrior within and I assure you that nothing will ever be the same again as its like popping a set of They Live specs on your head as you start to decode the Matrix as opposed to being encoded by it and then one starts asking the big questions like who keeps sending the prophets that they kill, stone dead as well as pondering the true nature of AI and the implications of why plastic surgeons tills are ringing as the whole planet wants to be anyone but themselves as you start to notice the tells that this may actually be this dimensions floating insane asylum that the inmates took over, long ago, and normalized their own particular brand of madness. Or not. You don’t have to take it this far. After all, its your Journey and thus you create the Path by walking.

All the best.

Till we meet again

Charities Are Thieves, Designed to Fleece

There is a very simple process that tells you exactly how you feel about your Self, the world within which you dwell as well as the life you live. Just because its simple doesn’t mean it can’t make you prickle. Actually, based on experience I’m quite certain it will do this in a large percent of the readers. Usually those invested in the opposite image. Intriguingly there are those who will read, Thunk a bit and shake their heads saying “Not me in the slightest” whereas if you ask another they’ll paint a vastly different pic. Such is the power of self decep and these are the two poles via which it can manifest as one is as numb as the other over sensitive. Approaching the mid we’ll see those who hear the truth but will make excuses, others will place blame for their actions on events or circumstances beyond them and once we are Centered we meet that tiny few percent, a single digit of the whole world, at best, who nod their heads, class it as Self evident, accept it thoroughly and, more often than not, have been working on improving it.

What is the question? This:

In every factor of your life, all spheres of influence from relationships to business, how you are around friends and acquaintances, what you do and say on the web as well as the thoughts you think – actually, any parameters you can pick as all they radiate out from Self and thus are manifestations of that which is within and your relation to it – how do they calibrate, on a scale of One to Ten with your moral compass if Ten was you doing the absolute best, treating as you wish to be treat, honest and rest you expect.

Hoo! Watch them foreheads scrunch as they didn’t expect this. Usually I hand them a sheet upon which is printed a point in the mid and various axis for them to plot where they sit in relation to their potential. Its not always clear cut and never truly simple. Case in point:

A smack dealer marked himself as a nine in ethics whereas an exec for a charity foundation was a one on the same scale. How is this possible? Well, the street pharmacist never sold product that wasn’t tested and verified authentic as, whilst he was in the business of pushing poisons, he made sure they got what it said on the tin and not a bit of that, some of this and a whole load of research chemicals that may kill them if they don’t know what they’re taking. “Sure, I make a little bit less than the rest who do it but I can’t have that on my conscience, ya dig?” he said as I nodded my head. On the flip the exec regularly fiddled his expenses by double billing and various other tricks designed to boost his standard income via such deviousness.

If both the said were lined up with their morals list presented and you were offered a prize in the millions for assigning the right chart to right respondent I can be fairly confident that most would think the dude with a good education, corporate clothing and air of genuineness was most ethical and the guy chain smoking with prison tatts is as shady as they get.

Just goes to show how appearances can be deceptive. Especially since the net stepped in and took this selling of delusions that people posting then buy in and start believing their hype to another level. Its often been said that the prettiest of people are willing to do the ugliest of things to get ahead and this is why I tend to totally discount folks surfaces as I’m after depth. Thing is there are many, many attractive women in this world who are actually ugly as sin. Never trust a big butt and a smile, that girl is poison! What do I mean by this?

An insta model fills out the list. She marks herself as an earnest eight when it comes to being authentic. I actually started laughing when I read this, totally unprofessional I know, but you would have done the same thing as you looked at a set of plastic tits, fake lips, various augmentations, tanning injections, hair and nail extensions and this is before all of the post processing editing and filters as well.

“Really?”.

“What? I am totally authentic. You can ask anyone, they’ll tell you I’m as real as it gets”.

“Are they your friends?”.

“Yeah, they know me best”.

“Are they like you” I said gesturing at the ensemble present.

“Most of them. What a silly question. I don’t get the meaning or why you’re laughing?”.

“What if your collective realness was just a level of fakeness you all accepted? What then? Let me make it simple. Have you ever posted a pic or vid that was totally spontaneous, not edited or picked from a thousand takes for the one that looks the best and, on top of all this, was you au naturel without the bolt ons and accessories?”.

“You know, you really are a prick. That isn’t what I meant and you know it. I don’t know why I wasted my time with this. I shouldn’t have bothered. You don’t know anything. I know I’m real, I know I’m authentic. F you and this stupid test!” she said as she teetered out onto the pavement before I could ask:

“By the way, here you marked a ten for compassion. Could you give me an example?”.

That was a funny afternoon. Just think this gen is going to create little versions of them in a few and they’ll go on to birth kids that step in with augments to their consciousness as the level of awareness of the populace drives off a cliff. Welcome to the digital future. Best book a reality test whilst its still an option.

There was a guy who responded. Super smart, not just broke as a joke but also broken and unlike the girl who firmly believed the image she projects his scores were the inverse of his actual as he’d dealt with rejection so long that he’d internalized it and could no longer accept himself. Very uncomfortable in his skin, all he saw was the flaws and imperfections because the rest of the questions in the test are mere window dressing. Checksums that are thrown in as noise to obscure the only one that counts for anything and everything in the end:

Morals.

The dealer had had nothing but bad breaks, been dealt a crooked hand as he inherited the business his father made via selling smack to fiends. Even if he wanted to escape the options were limited and thus he followed in his footsteps. “The game changed so much between now and then” he said “There once was a time when cuts were inactive and everyone stepped on it a bit to stretch the profits but that changed over the past few years”. He went on to detail the boom in research chemicals and the recent blight of Fentanyl that had people either dropping dead or doing things super wicked to get another hit. “I didn’t want no part of that and stick to my connect whose gear may not be the best but its always certain not to kill because he tests it before selling and we both know the deal because whilst this may be a crappy business I don’t want anyones death on my head if I could have prevented it. I might as well have killed someone for twenty quid. That really what it is, isn’t it?” he stared out of the window as he was chain smoking with a look that was pensive as he felt trapped into a life he wouldn’t wish on anyone else and yet had children and wanted better for them than he’d been given so he did what he did in order to provide an education that would take them far, far from here.

“Everyone does it. Its a perk of the job. I thought someone like you that was well traveled would know all about the racket” the exec said as he sat in his well tailored suit and immaculate presentation. “Run it by me again, like I know nothing. How, exactly, does this scheme work?”. He rolled his eyes which said “I’m wasting my time talking to this idiot” before launching into his explanation:

“All of my family, wife, children and myself bill all of our mileage. Thats a pretty decent flip for doing nothing. Same with lunches, we have a limit we can spend and I’ve got an arrangement with this gent where we split the profits for meals I’ve ordered as he over bills the company, as instructed”.

He went on to detail the grift which was akin to stealing millions by rounding up pennies to the nearest decimal as it was obviously coolly calculated and aims to be within the tolerances expected whilst maximizing his profit. Granted this conversation took place long before the days of digital and full account trails but where there is a will a way will be forthcoming. There was a dizzying array of tricks that ranged from quite slick to downright stupid as he said he often edited and resubmitted slips, asked for advances before a trip then claimed again on the back end as well as the ultimate grift:

“On a lot of trips we get to pick our hotels at the exec level. Well, actually the secretary is supposed to handle this, but it was too much of a win to let slip. That is probably my greatest hustle as I’d make the reservation, submit the ticket with the cost projections then actually stay some place else and pocket the difference. Genius!” he grinned, obviously pleased with himself. I asked him how he’d manage to get away with it for long:

“Everyone is doing it. Everyone. This isn’t our money. Think anyone cares? Who is going to call an audit? I’m telling you, charity cases are licenses to steal for people like me and best believe whilst the folks on the ads may be homeless and starving don’t think for a moment the execs are because we’re all rich and well fed. Its just business” he added, like it was all obvious.

Six figures a year, first class trips across the world for many conferences and meetings that show lots of hand wringing and media trained messages when its open season on the coffers of those donating. Many people don’t realize that these deals are actually the same as any other business and whilst they may have troops on the ground running circles to collect when it comes to the upper level of execs its all about the standard practice they’d expect in any sector they’re employed in. “Its a perk of the job. Thats all it is. I work my balls off for this firm so I deserve it. Is it ethical? Who cares? I don’t” he said and I truly believed it. “Listen, its just the way the world is. You’re young now, idealistic. You’re asking the right questions if you want to get ahead because one hand washes the other and this way everyone is fed. Besides, its not like anyone is missing it and if I don’t some one else dives in and gets their fill. Everyones at it. Everyone. And thats not even the half of it” he added, in a tone ominous.

What he didn’t mention but I later found was that his wife was a “consultant” who ran various shell corporations and that bought another layer to the skim that no one questioned because this was a new invention and he was quite proud of it. Wishing to keep it secret he played that card close to his chest during his impromptu bragging session whilst slightly lubricated to a mind curious that was asking questions about the world and people in it to learn what made who tick.

Morals aren’t something you can broadcast on the socials. Nor are they written on your forehead and, for all intents and purposes, they’re entirely optional in the world at the moment. Especially if you want to get ahead. A heavyweight criminal once said:

“Keep your hands off the civilians, let them have a good night, get wrecked, try and dip their wick and get home in order to come back again” after he took over a club which had previously been ran like the wild west. There had been a string of problems that led to its closure which presented a golden opportunity for him as he’d always coveted the spot, for his own reasons:

“I started out here, you know?” he said as he motioned at the building he’d just purchased. “Everything I am now I owe to that door, its experiences, connections and, most of all, the lessons I learned. Or should I say, were drilled into my head by the gaffer. He was a real piece of work. Anyone in the biz was fair game to get clipped but anyone messing with a punter or doing too much weight throwing would have to answer to him. His reasons weren’t ethical or anything, pure self interest, as he’d bought the place so his kids could come with their friends and he didn’t have to worry about them getting into static as he had a lot of enemies in town that might have hurt them to get at him. Thing is, what he said made loads of sense. I’d seen loads of roided up meatheads that would give it the big un and try and snap the pencil neck of some drunk student as well all the rest of the antics. Thats why this place went fell to bits. Too busy trying to be gangsters instead of businessmen”.

He took over the place, gave it a lick of paint and some renovation and soon the place was jumping as people made trips from all ends of the UK to come party at a club which was not only safe, a great rave and filled with people who mostly behaved plus the drinks weren’t expensive, no watering down or anything else except what it was labeled and thus it became the top pick for hen dos and stag nights as everyone knows the girls up North are gagging for it and quick to spread after a few drinks plus the lads aren’t shy when it comes to asking for a piece of the action and can talk you out of your undergarments before your wedding ring slips and will leave you walking bow legged well into the next evening.

What was this mans worth? If you asked those who’d got on the wrong side of him they’d claim he was the devil incarnated and yet not one of them could ever say he’d been unfair or cheated. His friends say “He’s a gem, he is. Does what it says on the tin. Wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him, mind. But as long as you’re on the up and up he’s the first one to do you a solid”. The kids at the gym he funded would say the same thing as he picked up the tab to ensure they had discipline and place to meet. That and it was an excellent place to spot up and coming talent, put em on the door and commence their training as they were inducted into the criminal empire he’d been building. Now, where do his ethics sit, from your perspective?

“Hmm, I don’t know really. Never stopped to think about. You’ve got some funny old things in that noggin, kid” he said, with a grin. “I’ve never lied. Don’t need to when you’re this big” wink, wink. “Sure I’ve walloped a few people but they were all in the business and thats the way its played, innit? Never ripped anyone off. Always paid for my drinks, never skipped out on a bill. Heck, I even pay most of my taxes. If you ask me its the government thats the real criminals”. He went off on a tirade about how Tony Blair is simply a puppet for secretive elements that pull the strings of influence in the order to ensure what they want happens and how he sends good young men off to their deaths and uses their blood to sign cheques he then cashes himself and blames someone else.

He had a point. On the flip this man, who was a known criminal, actually had a very strong code when it came to yes and no as there were certain things he did whilst others were totally off limits and unacceptable and, from his lens, it was the politicians who were the biggest hypocrites and thieves he’d ever seen. “They’d take the last from your granny, they would. I’ve seen it. Seen it happen with my own eyes, I did. They only care about themselves but they’re good at pretending and lying. Shoveling a load of BS to anyone who’ll buy it when, in reality, they’re the worst you can get. Pure filth”. He spat on the pavement to make his intent clear in case that wasn’t obvious to anyone listening as his voice bellowed recounting the ills of people in positions of influence and their intent about those they represent and profess to protect.

And yet, he had a point that was a clear as it was cogent because time proves that truth, again and again, as those you elect say X, Y, Z to get on the ticket and then come back with an eventual A, raggedy B and C thats seen better times. By that time the opposition is in and they pull the same grift. “Filthy baskets, the lot of them. Ask yourself this, yeah, we’ve seen those poor starving Black kids with files on their faces on the set. Broke my heart it did, couldn’t believe people were still living like this whilst my fridge was filled and I had a roof over my head. I made my donations, read about the success in the press and thought that was pretty decent. The other day, I kid you not, I saw the same ad still running. Can you believe it? I mean, what happened to all that record breaking money they said they’d coined? All the celebs? The song and dance and the rest? You mean to tell me you made a hundred million off donations, no taxes needed and ten years later the same people have still got the same problems? Sort it out, ref! Where’s all that money went? I’m telling you, they’re the biggest thieves. They’re all in on it. They’re the true criminals. We’re just the victims of their tricks and most people are too stupid to even spot the grift”.

Even though that was nearly three decades ago his words are as poignant now as they were then because as much as things have changed they’ve stayed the same in many respects. Got worse in plenty of others, despite our seeming progress as one thing I can attest from my own imperience is people had a lot more Self awareness, back when, than they do in comparison as people seem far more easily influenced, swayed and manipulated as they buy in to the image they’re creating and thus, in the end, totally estranged from Self. And yet, if you point this out to them the reactions are often dramatic. Like I said at the head of this article, when you pull out that moral compass and what how it spins in terms of your conduct and decisions as well as thought processes and the rest there are two kinds of pics you can see:

One fosters the delusions you possess and the other paints a scene based on reality. Then there are further variances in interpretation ranging from the guy who deals to the one who runs a charity. There is no greater beast than man in this realm and it seems his capacity for self deception swells in an inverse ratio to his morals as well as countless camera tricks like the “Everyones doing it!” justification and many other examples.

As the examples attest it has a lot to do with environment and considering that these days most children are captives of the net which instill a “YOLO!” mindset along with “Anything for clicks” thinking as they compete globally for validation and the hope to live their dreams in ways that make others envious of their success and riches it really makes one think that this isn’t some kind of planned destruction because each gen that comes compounds the errors of the ones that bought them in and then adds their own bit in for next Souls drawn in to the Game which uses them as credits. As the doorman turned good in the land where the bad keep the wicked in check said:

“Its all going to hell in a hand-basket. I’ve seen it. Listen, I came from nothing. Nowt. Not a thing. But we had each other. Now I’ve got something but its this” he said tapping the side of my head. “Thats whats important. If that isn’t working like it should then the rest is F’d and they won’t even know it because they’ll think its decent. It worries me, it does”.

They say you know you’re from the streets when you can see all the angles and predict the outcomes before they happen. I wonder what he would have said had he lived to see the digital revolution unfold and the number it did on the heads of those who won’t be content until their iPhone is embedded in their head. The Idiocracy Effect I call it. The evidence is all around to be seen but who truly cares and wants to do a thing in order to make a difference?

I do. Thats why its called willhelp. Me, thee, we, anybody really. You’re all welcome. Charities are thieves, designed to fleece the ignorant. In many ways they are the OG pimps as what came with the web didn’t burst out of nothing but when you don’t question the false so long who accepts the authentic?

Till we meet again