Musings of a Soul Traveler

What follows next are the musings of a Soul Traveler. “Whats one of them?” I hear you question. Simply put it is one that actively invests in Knowing their Self, both in and beyond this realm. To many people this concept makes no sense and I’ve previously used the allegory of puppets on a string but, in this example, the gloved variation would be more accurate as they are animated from within by something far more powerful and capable than they suspect but they mistake the effect as the cause and are content to bask in their ignorance instead.

Even as a child I was aware that I’m not this flesh. If you ask a wide sample of parents about odd things their babies have said whilst developing one of the most common threads is when they start retelling tales of their previous family and such things. Some folks get scared and tell them not to talk like this, others indulge with amusement and write it off as the ramblings of a fertile imagination, never to be revisited, but a few will truly listen and from these a small percent are willing to take it to another level and request they fully sketch what they recollect of a previous incarnation as they then research the pic to see if it matches.

This can generate some impressive results that bring a whole load of questions about the nature of reality but that is another topic we’ll look into elsewhen.

Do you remember the first time that voice in your head started talking? I do. Well. What struck me wasn’t just what it said – that felt exceedingly outlandish – but the fact that it seemed identical to me and yet couldn’t be as I was obviously that which was listening ergo I had an option to decline its suggestions or buy in to where they led. You would be really, really surprised if you knew exactly what goes on in a childs head. For everything they externally express there is much more happening within that they privately examine. Usually what you hear is the end result of the process as they seek validation or affirmation that another also thinks like this. If its not forthcoming they either stop sharing or no longer take the trek. That is the basis of a Soul Traveller, simply a childs Inner Sense backed with an increasing amount of wisdom that comes from imperience. Whereas a Slave accepts what the world presents as they wear off the shelf garments in their inner realms that is filled with second hand concepts and fables they inherited the Soul Traveller wishes to keep the personally tailored threads of his awareness as he asks:

“Who created this? To what end? From whence it came? Where does it begin? Does everyone feel like this? How can I increase the resolution of my perception?” and so on goes the quest that I’ve termed doing the Knowledge. Everyone is equipped for this but many have it beaten or trained out of them at a young age and, usually out of fear, they comply with the edicts that those around them posit as beyond reproach or question. An adult may take in the scene of a tragic event that leaves many suffering as he says “It is gods will“. For a child who is still in tune with the Warrior within that is blatantly unacceptable as it doesn’t gel with the concepts of an all powerful and benevolent being that protects his people. As you can probably imagine if he were to ask these questions out loud and often his parents would eventually had out some type of discipline or disapproval as they don’t have the answers themselves. This is why becoming a Soul Traveller often means going against the grain. These days said children would be heavily medicated and labeled as problems as they were forced to acquiesce to social conditioning via pharmaceutical intervention. In that respect I’m very, very lucky to have slipped through this net due to various events, back when, otherwise the chances of my pushing the pen from my current state of elevation would have been nigh on impossible.

Lets pretend the child in questions parents are more humble and willing to admit their ignorance.

“I don’t know. I have too wondered the meaning of this because why would we say things like “The good die young” whilst the bad seem to run around, being wicked, with no punishment handed to them. I know there are concepts of heaven and hell along with sayings like they’ll get whats coming but that really doesn’t seem to happen”.

“So why do you believe in it?” the developing mind says. The parent sighs and a simple truth crosses his lips:

“I’m too busy working, paying bills and keeping a roof over your head and bellies fed that I don’t have time to consider it”.

The boy wonders as he wanders then comes back to this thread as he says:

“Why do you have to though? Who says thats how it is? Why does everyone else accept it if so many hate it?”.

Once again the parent is forced to admit his ignorance as he says:

“This is why you’re going to change the world. No matter what anyone says, not even me when I get angry and try to reign you in, never forget this way of thinking, of feeling, of being and doing. Its vitally important. I had it, once upon a when. Then I lost it and here we are”.

The Soul Travelers application had been submitted and accepted. From then on things would never be the same again and the above commented would come to be rued as the child grew to become a problem that accepted no authority outside himself and would gladly accept and punishments or threats but never relinquished his grip on what he’d later term Inner Sense.

In a nutshell I believe we, the human race, are much like square watermelons. You can place what is developing in an unnatural form of constriction and it will wail and protest as it chafes against the edge but will soon learn to fit in and accept the situation. A Warrior, on the flip, will use those same energetics to look within and the information that comes back says “Fear not the sphere for it is what you are destined to become” and instead they’ll push against this cell with a force thats immense as they crack it. During the time it takes to fabricate and install another mold around their developing sentience they’ll gain a fresh glimpse of what I call true freedom aka a world without Adulteration and that is akin to hyper dimensional wind beneath their wings. The System will, once again, attempt to curtail their natural development and that, in my example, was bad report cards that said “He’s very capable but all together too troublesome and, worse still, he puts off the rest as well with his endless stream of questions“.

“Why don’t you just listen?” said the enraged parent after another meeting with teachers who seemed to be repeating the same script.

“Listen, what they’re saying makes no sense“. The boy went on to describe a science lesson where the teacher pointed at an image of the planets siting in concentric circles orbiting around the sun which sits in their mid. His father nods his head and says “OK, whats next”.

“Well” the child says “If gravity is what keeps us stuck to the planet and the sun is so immense that it keeps the rest in check and doing the same thing then why doesn’t it simply pull all the rest into it like water going down the sink?“. The older man started laughing and had to admit he had a point. He asked him to detail what happened next.

“I told the teacher that made no sense, said what I felt and then he tried to brush it off as the way it is and I could either like it or lump it because he wanted to go onto the next thing instead but to me it made no sense. Like I said, stupid. I told him that and how he must be dim to accept it and some of the other kids started laughing and he got mad which led them to calling you in. Again”.

What would you do, in this example? Its an actual real life event based upon my intuition that what they said was true was either an outright lie or willful distortion and later I’d discover something that gelled with what I thought, back when. Peep this:

Doesn’t that make more sense? The same thing happened again in a history lesson when I asked “Why not herstory? Or mystory? Wait a minute, thats mystery. I’m starting to see a pattern to all of this because all of your lessons simply say the white man did everything and the rest were a bunch of primitive savages but your people don’t even use water to wash your rear end after using the toilet”. Once again the class was filled with laughter and merriment because a lot of the kids were varying shades of brown and all knew this basic practice of hygiene and cleansing whereas the one teaching obviously wiped herself with dry paper that, to her, was embarrassing and to me made no sense as my mind developing rejected their suggestions. Another letter home, another appointment and yet I wouldn’t relent. After a few of these visits the punishments and threats became more brutal but by now I refused to cede my freedom to examine this strange reality that so many dared not question. If nothing else they simply strengthened my resolve that something really, really odd was going on in this realm and most dared not admit it.

As you can probably tell a lot of who I am is based on who I’ve been. Its not like I rose one day and said “I know, time to rebel against everything!” as that is nigh on impossible for a well conditioned square watermelon that is hemmed in via tension. After a while me and the school System came to a tacit agreement in which I’d do whatever was needed to get ejected from a boring lesson with a quickness so I’d then have time to think about what they were teaching. Then I’d take my questions and musing to anyone who’d listen and ask their opinion on my perspective and, thankfully, there were a few that would happily indulge my reasoning as they found it most amusing and quite entertaining. What of all the kids that didn’t have this and were seeking parental approval so they set about absorbing and regurgitating on the test whatever they said was correct? Thats the path of Adulteration aka the slow death of realness.

In many ways a Soul Traveler is a higher octave of the Warrior within as the latter is all about transcending the current incarnation and once that happens you start wondering about the others as well as the practical nature of metaphysics because, lets admit it, walking around in the flesh on a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball through a vacuum is quite ridiculous, isn’t it? Imagine you had a dream one night in which an alien from another dimension said:

“Hey, I live in a world that is totally, totally different to yours. Can you describe life at its most basic blueprint so we can compare perspectives?”.

If you responded with the above as the unquestioned basis of your all of everything can you picture the response you’d get? Even typing it seems ridiculous, and yet, that is what it is. Maybe. I haven’t been into space yet so can’t tell. When this concept was dropped I asked:

“How come it feels still if its all spinning then?”. The teacher rolled his eyes, thinking, “Here we go again”, before responding with:

“I don’t have time for your stupidness. Get out of my class, this instant”. Which I gladly did before heading off to see the caretaker who was chain smoking, as usual. I asked him the same question and his response was interesting:

“If you’re sitting in a car and throw a ball in the air it doesn’t go rushing off into the distance, does it? Like if you put your hand out of the window it would quickly vanish as its more in tune with the outer environment. I think it works like this”.

“Ha” said I. Now that was interesting. I wondered, out loud, why he was stuck in the broom cupboard when a lot of his answers made more sense and he said it was because he never got an education and thus ended up with a crappy job instead. That, once again, generated more questions because here was a guy that was obviously intelligent as he was always reading and yet the dimwit in the class couldn’t instruct a thing without having the answers handed to him via his teachers edition. As he found out, later on, when I pilfered said version and watched him run around flustered as he couldn’t lead the session.

I simply cannot learn from anyone with so little passion. Someone doing it for a cheque is akin to a prostitute of knowledge and thus met with disdain to my developing awareness which, now that I think about it, must have felt intensely disrespectful so I see why they acted as they did and labeled me the problem who was best dealt with by being ejected.

All of this served me very well in the events that came next because square watermelons need constant reinforcement of their artificial limits whereas the golden circle of my sentience is without beginning nor end as its simply visiting this planet via my current incarnation which is one in a long sequence that I fully intend to end with this spin hence get free or thrive trying as I have enough of all of this and my aim is to sprinkle the seeds of Self Knowledge to the next generation because they are born as Warriors and, with a little encouragement, will develop into greater Soul Travelers than I can imagine in order to create an altogether more pleasurable dimension than one filled with the ignorance of unquestioned Adulteration that can’t wait to infect the next generation as it forces them to acquiesce to blatantly ridiculous concepts.

After all, if you’d been born a long, long time ago you’d be quite certain that the Earth was the central axis around which everything spins, yes? Now we see that as obviously limited. Funnily enough if you had incarnated even further back into the distance you may have been one of the adepts that honed Soul Travel to such a fine edge that they were able to map the moods and temperaments of the planets by looking within with such an amazing depth that, beneath their anthropomorphism, were facts that were solid and only recently discovered since we invented telescopes and such things. But, thats another topic. I say that to say this:

We are all born Warriors. Each and every one of us that steps into this realm is trained to become a square watermelon. Many instinctively rebel but most eventually acquiesce. It wasn’t always like this and that is what makes me question the intent of whom (or what) is at the helm as it sows the seeds of confusion that choke the internal gardens of most Souls that leaves them as strangers to Self as they walk around with heads filled with concepts that generally make them miserable because of what they learned to accept but dare not question. I could go into more details about my previous incarnations and the insights I gained therein as well as how I accessed them but if I didn’t first share this glimpse into what made my Self authored blueprint the rest wouldn’t make any sense as you have to click the basic difference between one who was trained to fear the sphere and one who simply is as nature intended without the various vagaries of the System doing what they do best.

Till we meet again

Undoing Hollywoods Influence

“What the hell does that mean?” he said, looking perplexed.

“Its simple. For this thought imperiment I want you to run back your life to zip and then fast forward with no Hollywood imprint in your consciousness?”.

“What am I? A Flintstone? That doesn’t make any sense”. I waited a moment to let that sink in and he got it. “Oh, all right. I’ll play the Game. Hmm. Well… I wouldn’t be me, thats for certain”.

“In what respect?”.

“Well, Van Damme made me hit the gym, Boyz N the Hood made me want to be a Crip and pretty much all of my comedic references are lifted from Eddie Murphy. Hoo! Good question“. Someone else chimed in:

“Man, what the F? Thats a hell of a mind trip. I really can’t picture me in this scene without the subtle influence that I’d never clicked was ever present“. The rest of the room agreed and started meandering back down their reality tunnel to see what posters were on the wall, which taglines were scrawled and persona traits they’d built in after feeling a resonance. The quiet one said:

“Well, you’d lack a clue as your whole “We’re in a Game we play using our Souls as credits” was lifted from the Matrix.

“Incorrect” said the first participant. “He’d been beating that drum since way before the flick”.

“To keep it a hundred that was, in part inspired by two things. One, the Vedic concept of Maya and how it was used to explain death to a upcoming jit who wondered why people vanished after a few spins and next from an ep of Red Dwarf where it was revealed their entire lives were an illusion. The leap from 8 to sixteen bit and the proto VR helmets as well. That really got me thinking, at an insane depth, about the whole sketch because what if Mario, one day, became sentiently certain that he was in a prefabricated creation and his whims were sent via someone else who animated him. I mean, do you think he’d comprehend the shadows depth or become a pixelated schizophrenic as he tried to tell the rest of what kicks and how there were strange impulses beamed into his head in ways he didn’t get and how his life, trials and tribulations were actually for the entertainment of another who gave not an F about his pain and suffering?”. The room was quiet. Another member of the cast said:

“You’ve got some super strange thoughts in your head. That much is for certain” before adding. “I, genuinely, cannot picture who I’d be. I mean, if we extend the sphere to include the musical deal would we all still be present because we all hold in common a dope rhyme over heavy drums and clean sample that makes your head nod as someone says “Rewind that again and listen to how he pushed the pen“. What a dope topic”. Now, many decades since, I bring you, my friend, into the conversation:

Who would you be without Hollywood?

If that seems to big then consider how it would seem if you were raised in Baghdad in the Eighties and all you saw were picture perfect White women that leapt out of bed, looking amazing, on your broken down TV set as you were goat herding or something? Pretty wild how this immense global PR campaign convinced everyone that the US truly was the land of dreams and how this, in turn, can generate either an envious gleam or desire to get ahead and sip that honeyed milk, as promised, by getting a plane ticket to these lands, distant. I find this aspect of social control and its influence to be absolutely fascinating because, with the web, its gone super duper hardcore in ways most don’t even comprehend as its created intensely personalized (and more fragmented) reality tunnels that many are totally unaware they’re digging or for what end. Just consider fashion blips. Anyone who opens an old photo album from the days when pics had the tops of heads missing and were, often, blurred and out of focus, looks back and wonders “What the heck was I thinking to dress like this?”. And yet, we did. Why? Because (like an onion on your belt) it was the style, current. Thats a huge amount of power, isn’t it? And yet, its concentrated in the grip of a handful of studios that seem, to me, to sing from the same hymn sheet and thats before we get into the fact that the Matrix was an immense prophylactic that prevented global mass awakenings to the true nature of the simulation by presenting truth as fiction, dig?

Who would you be without Hollywood? Heck, through the musical influence in because if you’d said, back when, that Hip Hop would take it this far I’d laugh like “Da hah, Da hah!”. See how you, if you knew the intimate relationship between a pencil and C-Ninety cassette, just clicked the ref without even thinking? Thats because everything you absorb, via osmosis, pours into your depths and is then coded and tagged in your Rolodex. Say, you don’t think that could be why the tower falling digits were impressed, again and again, in movies, seemingly unrelated? Yet, none dare call it conspiracy…

Back when these same tales were told but we label them as myths. In many ways, as Rocky illustrates well, there is but one story in this realm that is told, again and again. I personally, have used them as teaching tools with clients as this example with Collateral illustrates so swell because there are two ways to view:

Passive and active. The former is standard, in this realm, but the latter was adopted in my crib where the idiot box was seen as dampening ones usually keen edge ergo you had to keep your head on a literal swivel and be sure you clicked the details otherwise its would be the end of the entertainment if you didn’t answer, in an instant, what the third person on the left, in the crowd, was wearing. In many ways these trials and tribulations served me well as I was upping my res before I’d even met the concept and that, I suspect, is part of the reason why I push the pen like this as it forced me to observe, at depth, what those thousand words, flipped every twenty four seconds, were truly saying. Really ponder this, my friend, and you may just get why I’ve said the net is a weapon of mass influence as we, with our cavemen brains, were not made to handle such things. I mean, doesn’t the concept of a man who has never touched, let alone kissed, a woman in the flesh but has seen thousands of scenes of the most beautiful doing the freakiest of things seem a little strange? And yet, to the moth, the candle is calling even if it singes its wings. Thats the black mirror effect, doing what it does best. I mentioned in this article how the screen made me think, back when, about the primacy of consciousness as my broken down TV showed cartoons in my living room and, in another script, I mentioned the Blockbuster effect in which spots were limited and often, by happy accident, you’d uncover a hidden gem that, often, went on to become a personal hit or underground legend as well. That day is dead because now they can’t afford to take risks plus the churn rate is immense as people crave constant hints and thus there is no extended cycle in which it went from cinema to rental to sale then, eventually, on your terrestrial TV set. Like Ferris said:

One thing it did make me ponder, at depth, was why the whole medium seemed to be dominated by light skin whilst, round the ends, they were the minority. It spoke volumes of a subtle, but ever present, racist mindset that was amped to the nth by the fact that, in the Eighties up until present, the Brown men were usually fundamentalist terrorist and this is before we get into Ben Kingsley in spray paint with a bald head and the fact that “Five number Johnny!” wasn’t even Asian but impersonating. Speaking of this did you notice the shift in how Chinese people are repped? Gone are the “Me so horny!” buck teethed landlord tropes and, instead, we see them as dignified and nuanced people instead. There are various reasons, all of them economic, for this and yet Black people, to this day, are either Magical Negroes, the comedy sidekick or one that catches bullets quick saving his White friend. Ain’t things changed, cept the number after the dot, on the Range… Tell em, Nancy:

They tin canned him quick after this scene hit so it appears gods can be killed… So, who would you be without Hollywood doing its thing? Better yet, lets flip the script and bring it home to examine the person you became and the influence of your parents, their ways, creed and inheritance? Thats a bitter pill for many to digest and fewer still are willing to examine it but its a fundamental part of doing the Knowledge as we, in effect, strip the ink from the canvas to find the pure consciousness stretched over flesh that believes, incorrect, what was throw on it, back when. Its worth doing this, truly it is, as you may discover outdated Patterns much like how Netflix did as they preempt vintage films with a “Warning: This flick contains old school ways of thinking that modern audiences may not comprehend” as they hold the hand (and consciousness) of the viewer in their grip.

I find all of this super interesting as its akin to the low level hallucinogen poured into a tank of captive fish that don’t have a clue they’re tripping as they can’t imagine life without it plus, the kicker is, the process is invisible. Until its pointed out to them. I could wax lyrical about how, as a nerd, back when, I was fascinated with RPG elements as their world building was immense when we leapt to sixteen bits and then, once the PSX revolution kicked in, we saw FFVII laced with heavy metaphysics that I’ve discovered since are really real and authentic. Why in the heck was that presented? Better yet, why did Kermit play a set of bongos and look at me, developing, and request:

“Babilu, Babilu. I don’t know what that means, do you?” and I did. I did. I didn’t have a clue or concept about what it meant but that term spurred a recollection in my depths that, after my brush with death, would emerge as a past life recollection of being a temple prostitute, sacred, as clients paid a Shekel to access the divinity between my legs as a way of feelseeing the numinous as the ways of the goddess went and patriarchy settled in. That, let me tell, was a trip to click and, since then, I’ve filled in way more details that would make your brain melt that I may share in another missive but here is something to make your head spin:

What if it wasn’t just the Matrix that was a prophylactic? I mentioned this Airbender thing which dealt with spiritual concepts that was lapped up by a gen who, I suspect, may have stepped in to manifest a gnostic intent and reshape the worlds image. What then? Who would they have been without it because, as the guy at the head said, he wanted to be Van Damme and do the splits after watching a flick so he signed up to a gym and learned kickboxing as well but where the heck would Gen Z check to get spiritual wisdom to open their chakras and manipulate elements? Thats the kicker, isn’t it because, like the Incel flicking wrists but scared to approach in the flesh, if he didn’t have a vent that bypassed his need for reproductive connection with black mirror tricks he’d be forced, eventually, to look within and deal with the blockage that was being pimped by entertainment. This is why I’ve said that what you watch actually scratches an itch, within, and unravelling your history can be most telling about what truly kicks beneath the lid that uses entertainment to vent stress and don’t even get me on how all sports are fixed as they are money making rackets that need to pay for stadiums and endorsements as that one will have people stand and yell:

Such is the power of illusion in a world of fakeness which is the craziest double negative one could ever imagine, isn’t it? As one Knows the Ledge you cannot help but noticing the various modes and means of mind control in this realm ranging from both the blatantly public to privately subtle. This is why, I guess, so many schizos think the TV is talking to them when, in reality, its simply activating aspects within and those are hints that the Game takes place inside your consciousness and thus undoing Hollywoods influence is simply part of this stage. Just consider what I said in this article about a hard nosed vet from the Cybernautics division and how your brain filled in the bits to make the pic vivid and you’ll see what a huge power it is and why one of the most dangerous things you learned in school was that imagination is a bad thing.

Ultimately one undoes all external influences in order to get to grips with the internal facets that manifest as the voice in your head and, in many way, this is the greatest challenge of this stage as the illusion is so big, so vast and so encompassing that those who question it are seen of as a bit simple as the rest are too busy running the treadmill to ponder the nature of what created and it and for which end? Underneath, throughout and permeating this is the Psylense:

You are this, my friend. In this life or the next, awake and sleeping in bed. Its the universal constant aka pure consciousness that is, currently, playing the role of “John from House Smith” ergo the problem is the solution hence the person you should be most honest with is your Self. After this one can consider the influence of their parents, religion and life itself (via the timeline process) to up your res and come face to faceless with who you are, in and beyond this realm.

Till we meet again

You Are All Figments of My Imagination

There is one simple truth that marks the difference between wisdom and ignorance, life or death plus the Warrior and Slaves mindset. It can be summed up in the following sentence:

You are all figments of my imagination.

Let the truth of that potential reality sink in to your depths and tell me what it says. Better yet, push the pen and ask your Self if the idea seems acceptable or simply preposterous. Whichever answer you get, ask again and again and again until you get to a feeling. Then feel it. Now we’re talking! Before you were simply listening to the squawking in your head that held your awareness captive in a state of ignorance that had been, quite effectively, programmed in thanks to nearly two decades of “Sit still. Look ahead!” and the rest of the media mess that saturates your development. There is only one force behind all of this but it presents itself as many fronts, divided. Much like your hand which has the palm to connect. Imagine if they told you that only nails existed and they, via their presence, developed the fingers, phalanges and fist? You, now, could see how backwords that is as logic says the script is flipped. Take it away, architect!

Innerstand, my friend, that the Game on this stage has been flipped on its head. Imagine if six were nine and you’ll get it, real quick, as your imagination is both a powerful tool and ultimate weapon. After all, look how they pimped it in COVID whilst the ones who span this crooked web were out partying with no Fs given. Once your comprehension expands to be able to even contemplate rejecting the programming you’ll notice a whole load of operatives start clambering from the depths as this is where they made their base of operations and you gaining gnosis pose a threat to their hitherto unchecked dominance. These parasites of consciousness feed on billions and each one gets plugged in to their resonance due to the presence of already captive parents as this form of psychosocial madness engulfs generations whose views are twisted to its whims. Think of it like this:

The cinema effect works via a beam of pure, white light shining upon a black mirror of darkness, yes? As I said, if you take this base state and chip away at it you can generate the visuals of each flick that can, will or would ever exist as they are, in the end, an interplay of red, blue and green, projected. Now, lets get abstract for a second. Watch this:

See that immense flash of light that commenced to cause the cells to divide and generate the flesh you are now wearing? Thats the true “Let there be…” moment and its also why babies are naturally scared or loud noises and falling as its what pulled them into coherence with this dual axial spin which uses their Soul as grist for the mill. Lets pretend you’re in the business of selling porn to the masses. You’d give it away free, if you can, as you want the most access. Underpinning this masterstroke is a bit of reverse engineering as the image above suggests there is a subtle light present in each ejaculate. Now, take those energetics that are being pumped, globally, in the direction of a black mirror that reflects into ones awareness and is powered by desires unmet that present the emotional heft needed to sell the illusion and you’ll see, in one fell swoop, how you are all figments of my imagination.

Run it back again, prove me incorrect or tell me if you felt that straight line in Tetris melt an old blockage of ignorance that can never be formed again as, like a pearl, it was based on constant irritation of your inherent tenderness that causes one to numb, fold within and live a masked existence. On top of all this we’re in a fractal of coherently collapsed consciousness as well thats based on resonance hence why its easy to get sucked in to mediocre ignorance but the lie needs to be big and repeated often. The implications, once clicked, are this entire dimension takes place inside your awareness and you, my friend, are far more powerful than you believe or have been led. Get it? Did you spot the hint? Take that base and flip it to gold as an alchemist who has awakened the Warrior within and you may just get out of this bish, alive, at the end or its time for another reskin as the big bang kicks when sperm meets egg and you’re slipping and falling into the flesh again where emotionally numb parents damage your inner realms from a position of ignorance that causes the light of your mind to turn in and develop the (false) self which is then programmed via the System to think its small and powerless as they hold the cards which say which grade you get and how fast you’ll run the treadmill, from one life to the next, as they fill your head will all types of BS from a variety of sources that seem different but, in secret, are all interlinked as they too are part of the process.

That, my friend, is as far as I can tell the most accurate rep of what kicks in this realm after mapping my consciousness, reality testing and imperimenting as it explains, real well, why ten men can draw as many opinions of one who presents, why we can sense someone staring at the back of our heads as well as dreams, precognitive, where you think of an old friend then meet them and yell “What a coincidence!”. That spell, furnished by the System, is most pernicious as well for the Warrior exclaims “Go in, see dense” then does the Knowledge with what presents using his intuition that says:

“The sheer odds of this happening in the world they set of purely mechanical actions is nigh on impossible. And yet, its exceedingly common. The main thing they deny is the primacy of consciousness. Religion calls its spirit and proclaims its beyond men to comprehend whilst science says the opposite and we’re just upgraded chimps whose brains generate this amazingness. What if they’re incorrect? How can I prove or disprove this to my own content?”.

Take the above, throw in some reality testing, staring intently at the back of peoples heads and noting the time of reaction when bored in class, back when, and you’re half way to a decent hypothesis, yes? All because you rejected one spell that was designed to whizz on the embers of higher consciousness by having you eject the resonance of “Coincidence!” and thus never, ever thinking again about what was screaming, literally, for your attention. That is the power of ignorance and why the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim…

You are all figments of my imagination, starting to make more sense? Its why I’ve said a fool meets enemies whilst the wise greet teachers instead and mine are simply the best for they’ve upped the pace and never relented since I stepped in with this whole SRA thing as the rest of you may have gave in, quick, but I’ve been fighting this battle since my inception and, right now, they’re sweating bullets that the rest will comprehend and see through their illusion they’ve worked so hard to build. Which is? That you are small, insignificant, powerless, dependent on them, not enough, imperfect, in need of status and symbols to make a difference, incoherent, born in sin, a flawed, decrepit creation. What they’ve actually done is describe themselves as this is exactly how the parasite of consciousness, itself an afterthought abortion, feels at its depths and to assuage this it pulled a magic trick and traded your Inner Sense for its Adulteration and, right now, its telling you this is entirely preposterous and why are you reading this?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

I’ve been fighting this battle since I stepped in and now am quite well versed in the ways of my Opponent and his methods of weak daze creation. What, you think its a “coincidence” that that spell and how you “urn a living” are interlinked? The Warrior spends his rays in a “Strength” with the two for relaxation termed a “Strengthened” instead. Just picture your life but with this one difference my friend. If you hadn’t heaped spells that expected and expected weakening as you progressed what of the alternative version you could manifest? Thats just one word, in one lang, in one head. They’ve got more tricks that clowns pocket which is why its worth recoding your internal OS or be (dis)content to be one of the 81% well adjusted to mass sickness.

It wasn’t always like this. No, once upon a when, as the light and dark meta attests, this realm was perfect but it needed to be destroyed to start the quest of regaining the paradise that most don’t fully recollect. On that stage of the Game everyone knew their consciousness was an aspect of the all of everything and they they were less sentient candles and more in tune with the unfinite as aspects of the eternal flame. This is why they greeted with pressed palms at chest (the true seat of consciousness) and bowed heads that said “You are another me, together we” or, in the modern dialect:

As much as things change they tend to stay the same, yes? The one who spots trends then reality tests is a threat to the Matrix ergo they dispatch their Agents to deal with. Have you ever wondered how, in the flick, they morphed and took over those who seemed “normal”? That spell, itself, is a huge hint about who is at the helm but the imagery does say that those jacked into the fake mainframe can be used like dumb terminals hence “I don’t know what came over him. He was like a totally different person!”. How Self evident can it get that what I said may be correct? Don’t accept, my friend, reality test instead. Why would an intent wish to take something so strong and powerful then convince the opposite? What if said clique knew your mind better than you do yourself and thus could play this realm like a harp from hell whilst pretending to be lost angels themselves who obscure their dirty faces behind masks of civilness and nice little gloves to keep their hands hidden as they pelt stones from a distance that burn like hot coals of ignorance? The Warrior grabs this and crushes the deception to reveal the glistening diamond of wisdom aka a state of perfection ergo one doesn’t detest those who operate in ignorance for they are, in the end, figments of your imagination.

You wouldn’t expect to win a wrestling match with an octopus, yes? And yet, if it were a sketch in a comic and you were the artist, drawing, as well as viewer, seeing, then it can be whatever you wish and its thrill of ignorance that comes from associating with whichever perspect you pick. Thats how we fell and forgot our true resonance. Those who didn’t use this one weird trick to keep you coming back again and again and again. To them I’m a major threat because I remind you of the things you were made to forget ergo they engage in street theater, sex magic, drugs and hypnosis as ways to broach my inner realms with the hope of making their programming stick. And yet, in the end, all they did was hand me the keys to the Kingdom as the seeds of gnosis, eternal, doth spring and one who feeds and nurtures them resurrects Inner Sense then can’t help but look around at this realm with a swift “What the F?” as it seems y’all are as mad as it can get and believe all types of mess that wasn’t designed with your best intent in its chest as these parasites lack that Prime resonance and thus they covet it and anything you don’t claim they own then sell back and make you pay rent.

I know, it sounds like one flew over the cuckoos nest, correct? Why don’t you prove me incorrect and tell me what feels authentic. Do you truly believe that this is possible:

Or does the fact that Nintendo – who constantly rep the divine feminine being hijacked by a reptilian who is defeated by a man of humble beginnings that ingests a psychedelic that brings great strength and wisdom – being hacked by a Bowser whilst having another of the same name at the helm not strike one as a tad strange and worthy of consideration? What of the cinema metaphor I said and its links with stealing the light of masturbation and pretend because, in the end, its simply a black mirror with red, green and blue, reflected. What makes one splooge is the power of imagination so whence go them energetics is the question that could beget the generation of much flesh but are now, ejected? Actually, the name of it presents a massive hint but I don’t want to spell it out as you should do your own Knowledge otherwise its counterfeit, my friend, and thus as much use as a stiff prick on an island of lesbians…

Welcome to the world of the realest man on the planet who gives not a single Watt about these parasites of consciousness as they are naught but figments of his imagination and this is before we get into busted husks, false resonance and seething powers of ignorance that masquerade as wisdom for the adepts. As a wise man once said:

“Its all written. We’re just playing the parts but the key is to see with the eye of your heart and not what drips off her lips or the image they sell”.

Who knew this dalliance of resonance would set off a chain of events that interlinked the one who bought me in, the inverter of a religion who posed as a pilgrim with parasitic intent within and a girl I went to school with. Aye yai yai! Class is in session. Do the Knowledge, my friend, as this spin in the flesh is the only chance you’ll get and I’m lacing you with Game in each article so either read and think or continue in ignorance as mere grist for the mill that spins and interpenetrates this realm behind the veil of magic tricks and the double binds I slice, gordian, as you are the Prime cause of all of this and thus your strength and power are immense but, currently, languishes under layers of conditioning – most of which you inherited (and will pass onto your kids) – and the entrancing state of resonance which is why metronomes will tock and tick to the loudest among them so make that the Psylense instead and what I said becomes Self evident as they rep the noiZ and thus are temporal whereas we are eternal and made of finer things that they simply cannot comprehend as the light, ineffable, shines into their darkness and they said:

“Destroy it”.

So they did. And this is what you get. Tell me I’m lying or does something in your chest feel this is correct as it explains a hell of a lot about a world that seems heaven sent but feels like the devil himself is constantly riding your rear end? Even that, as symbol, has its own refined depth that is waiting comprehension so its a Game of three halves, my friend.

Till we meet again

The Externalization of Consciousness

Once upon a when I believed in evolution. At a cursory glance in a science class as a jit it seemed to make sense. I mean, they had a nice series of pictures and the rest. But, bearing in mind, I’d been in the grip of the concentration camp wing of the System for around a decade at this point. Before that, way back when, I remember when I first saw a picture of the planets with the sun sitting in the mid. Something, quietly within, yelled “Nope. Impossible. Rejected!” as I, externally, said the same. My teacher shook his head and questioned whether I knew better than the scientists. I replied the fable he presented made absolutely no sense because if the sun was so heavy and dense in the mid then what the heck is to stop it munching up the rest of the planets like Pac Man did? He shook his head, didn’t even stop to consider it and said I was disrupting the lesson. I intuitively felt that something was missing from this pic. Something vast, yet obvious, was hidden in this version of events. I’m sure you can imagine my grin when, as time kicked, I heard about the Helical Model which looks this this:

Doesn’t that just make way more sense? To me it did, back then, hence why I’ve spoken of the lighthouse of higher consciousness that blips and rearranges the pieces within my grip to a greater state of coherence aka upping your res. Now, when it came to evolution the idea that simple things get more complex as you add in bits and things shift seemed quite decent but I couldn’t help but wondering if we were also giants, back when. What made me come up with this? Dinosaurs. I mean, look at them. They are so immense that I could not comprehend how they even moved, let alone soared above the plains. That and the logical intuitive within looked at Stonehenge and the Pyramids and said “Giants made them!”. Once again, “Out of the class. Enough of this BS!” rang like a bell as I bopped to the exit with a grin so I could stand there, pondering. I thought. A lot. Way more than any curriculum would suggest, expect or accept. The childlike mind I possessed reasoned:

“Babies are born small then they get big but, where I live, the old miners and shipbuilders exhibit super strength and all of them have lots of muscles but have never, ever been near a gym. Not only this but they drink like fishes and all of the rest as well but their wives ensure they’re well fed as everything is cooked fresh so are in great health and totally crisp as well”.

What I was thinking was how there was an obvious difference between the gents in their late sixties, their sons (who were around forty) and their boys in their teens at present. Each gen had shrank compared to the ones before them. It was something you’d see when they were arm wrestling for a bet or someone said something under the influence that caused umbrage and thus you saw the errant youth defenestrated with a swift clip that had his nerves jangling as he lamented about that old man strength.

Things like this made me think. Really think. I bought it up with an elder I knew well and told him my hypothesis. He, being religious, whipped out his Bible and quoted chapters about giants and such things that once roamed the planet. “This is interesting” I said as I went to the library to see if Jack & the Beanstalk had a real life equivalent. Sadly the only refs to dig were in the section marked “Myth” and that, once again, caused my chest to sing “Thats his story and he tells yours is a mystery or, if you had a lithp, a mythtory“. I started laughing, real quick, as the librarian with twisted lips sushed in my direction. Suddenly a new concept did kick which I will now share from my current level of ignorance:

I strongly suspect that we, in the Game, were once pure consciousness that manifested into a realm with more dimensions at present. This was the first stage of this grand play and things were really quite different. As vapor condenses and then chilled can be frozen is the same blueprint as the blue collar men exhibit. I mean, take a look at the current gen and it really proves my hypothesis in ways perfect as their great grandfathers testosterone levels on his death bed were evidently much higher than theirs in full swing. Same with bone density and other biomarkers as well. Say hello to the theory of devolution that goes like this:

We step in as pure consciousness as the brain doesn’t create it, only modulates its presence. Things shift and we drift further into the abyss and begin true individuation. This is the era of denser vapors, if you will. Spiritual, not flesh. From this man starts developing the rudiments of a Self as separate from the creation he creates with his presence. Not yet totally ignorant of this immense gift as the previous gens resonance still makes its presence felt. After a while this, again, dips and we are now getting linked to flesh but, unlike what we have at present, it fires on all cylinders. People can do, as standard, what we class as miracles as they’re hearing the song of life on FM and thus lifespans are immense and people remain in radiant health. I strongly suspect there was also an atmospheric difference as well. It may be that gravity was different or the moon wasn’t present – this is actually backed up by some cultures who preserved its appearance in their myths and legends plus the drama it brings. Whatever it was, something was different. Around about the same time as we’re doing this we’re seeing the externalization of consciousness that currently manifests as the (false) self which thinks the world is big and they’re tiny and insignificant. We could imagine how the resonance of pride and strength became a lion whereas the spirit of mischievous intellect was the monkey which swings. Are you getting my drift? So, all of this does kick and then something crazy happens, like either moon appearing or some “war in heaven” in which planets were generating immense arcs of electrics that caused people to look the skies with their neck on tilt as “Ahhhhh!” escaped from their lips. This, I suspect, is what brings the cargo cults and BS in that manifest as our current forms of religions which all feature that particular vowel in the mix of what they’re venerating. The trauma of this was so big and all encompassing that everyone rushed to forget it by building on top of it like pretty much every single capital city on the planet…

Not that it was that easy to remember as what was once heaven in this realm started to take on hellish tint as the sky fell and mountains popped out of nothing whilst continents dripped then did sink. This is known well as the myth of Atlantis which, by the way, came solely from Plato (apparently) who only said a little bit and others embellished upon his script. I strongly suspect that if someone in the modern age does a linguistic analysis of the works “discovered” by Gemistos Plethon and the rest of the cool kids when the Renaissance was in swing they’ll find some form of anachronism or incorrect reference that the world has, so far, accepted in ignorance without asking the correct question:

“Who profits?”.

Who indeed? Usually he who has the gold makes the rules, yes? There is an interesting thread which runs through mans history that involves these shiny rockery and the fact there are ancient mines in Africa make one question the narrative about what truly kicked, back when. Not just the immense edifices which are erected with immense precision when we, with all our tech, can barely build something that resists the standard elements without looking a bit haggard as time does its thing but the fact they’re encoded with immense amounts of scientific information suggests we, like the shipbuilders, are not the same in terms of strength or skill. Anyway:

Fireworks in the sky, man is scared out of his wits and now totally material as, for many gens, survival is a problem as its everyone for himself. We see the birth of division, strife and the rest as those with strength dominate the rest and this blueprint still ticks hence why the allure of being a gangster is so seductive to men and women. The good guys color in with the lines those who operate above them set and thus, like Dangerfield, gets no respect whereas he who does what he feels and isn’t scared to deliver a swift bop across the head for one who dares trespass against sits at the top of the hill as the king who places the crown upon his own dome as a challenge you’re free to accept if you think you posses the strength to come and take it. Anyone who came up in the hood sees this play out, real well, on the reg, yes?

At some point, in all of this, the externalization of consciousness makes a shift and starts feeding in but its edited and flipped by the genesis of a nemesis called the voice in your head. Can you imagine how this felt? One day its totally quiet and the next you hear a booming edict which says “Watch out!”. As you turn around you see a man from another camp wielding a club which you wrestle from his grip and beat him to death with. You would, as expected, be grateful for this presence yet, when mentioned, others have not heard it. This is the birth of the Shamanistic tradition and, in a way, it links back to the previous stages now missed but resurrecting themselves in another resonance. Soon everyone is hearing this “voice of god” and it tells them who to strike and kill in order to feed and live. Over time it gets mixed in with the astronomical events of when the sky fell and modern myths leap in as forms of externalization and projection of what they dare not admit actually has a grip over them. Then, as now, there are those Souls who march to a beat, different. Some parts of the planet were a total mess and thus they developed the conflict muscle whilst others were more idyllic and thus primitive. Doesn’t matter though. Everyone got the voice, some just hear it different and instead of projecting it they trace back its inception and start undoing the programming. The Vedic culture and ancient Egyptians are a great example of this hence the emphasis on death and getting the heck out of this before the next shift doth kick.

Leaping ahead a bit the industrial revolution brings with it the first recorded schizophrenic whose tale itself is well worth considering. This, I feel, was people rejecting the new OS as times were relative in terms of comfort they bring and something within refused to acquiesce as they could see there was another playa at the helm as the voice in the head is now so common that its invisible. He who questions its whims either becomes a madman, mystic or poet, it seems. We start seeing old myths of Dreamtime, the Songlines and how life is an illusion be dressed in new skin as people look at world that shifts, quick, and makes machines out of men. More and more progress until we get to the point where we sit and watch Siri covet your iris for a place she wishes to click via a handy, dandy piece of silicon which will reverse engineer all of what I said and cause an immense uptick in mans processing as they are tapped into a neural network amalgamation built upon altered carbon. The end. Till it begins again. And again.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Now, I cannot prove most of this but, to me, it feels quite accurate and maybe, like the Helical Model, time will vindicate this well as the above is the reason why every single culture always had a golden age myth and how man fell to their current level of ignorance. We, as sophisticates, cannot accept this as we believe time flies in a straight line and not looped as a circle but I ask you to ponder the works of one Phillip K Dick who pushed the pen and envisioned the world we’re about to live in, back when, in ways that are eerily prophetic. His words, via head, have became many motion picture adaptations that are quite bang on accurate of the sketch of how it almost is and I find that fascinating as the man himself had more than a few mystic experiences that left him wondering if he needed meds or divine intervention was present. Case in point, he had a child and something within told him there would be an immense problem leading to death if he didn’t get it fixed, this instant. He rushed to the hospital, told them everything and they tried to ignore him until he, forcefully, insisted. Turns out he was one hundred percent correct and his diagnosis was as said. The operation was done and his child was perfect. This isn’t a one off event either as, recently, a man started hearing voices but instead of telling a professional and being filled full of meds he stayed calm and listened. The voices said if he followed where they led there would be no problems and they’d vanish. They told him to hop on a jet, get a cab, walk along for a bit until he found himself in front of a building and then said:

“OK, whats next?”.

They told him to go in, ask for a certain person and request a brain scan. The people behind the desk thought he’d flipped his lid but he calmly and cogently phrased his request in a way they had to acquiesce and the surgeon/neurologist decided to indulge him just to see what kicks as he had the money on him. What do you know? Totally correct. One operation done and the voices left him better than when they stepped in. Bet that case is never written of in any journal as no one wants to upset the apple cart with these outliers and lose credence but yet its an open secret in the field of mental health where every so called “professional” has had their mind, apparently, read by the madman in front of them who casually mentions something they did, away from the office, or had been privately thinking. Once again, no mention in the press… Do the Knowledge.

Everyday miracles are invisible to those who don’t comprehend lifes greatest gifts. One of the tales I’ve shared was of a girl who lived out in the sticks and was bombing along the country lane with her music, blasting. Suddenly she no longer heard to that which she was singing, off key, as she speeds. She eases off a bit, shakes the phone cable but nothing happens. Slowing down again she presses a few buttons and the radio kicks in instead and hears the Eagles playing.

Which causes her to slow right down and wonder what the hell is happening. Its just at that moment she notices a motorcyclist giving it some and swerving way into her lane round a blind bend as she narrowly avoids him. “If it hadn’t happened to me I wouldn’t have believed it” she said. “It just seems so ridiculous but if I’d kept on trekking then one, maybe both of us, would be dead”. Similar testament from the Aberfan event, as mentioned, as well as countless celebs, like MJ himself, that narrowly avoided death when the Towers fell due to strange dreams or interventions from those who sensed it coming and took other steps that made them zig where zaggin was expected.

More to heaven and earth, yes? And yet, through the ages, we have testament of all types of sages and mystics that can do things, pretty amazing. Modern science says “Nay” to this and argue consciousness begins and ends in the head whereas I do not accept because a) I’ve tasted death and came back again b) this real life case of reincarnation allowed a murdered man to resurrect and reskin to get vengeance and c) its far more interesting to chip away at your ignorance whilst testing a hypothesis when you have strong opinions, loosely held that give not an F what the official narrative is because all thats ever done is keep the powerful rich and the poor awaiting theirs in heaven. Thats not for me, my friend, for the greatest loss in life isn’t what kicks at the end. Its what doesn’t happen in the mid but could if you clicked you’re unfinite and this entire realm plays out inside your awareness hence the no illusion, no enlightenment mindset which, once again, was shared by the Vedics who said this whole thing is a huge Game that has various stages and depths of resonance of which the one, current, is the most dense and ignorant hence sentient snowmen bound by tension at the lowest rate of vibration who are scared of melting but do not comprehend their children step in with that golden age vapor present that is steadily condensed until, at age six, they stop glowing and are well on the road to Adulteration.

Well? What do you think? Or do your pre-programmed chunks of Thunk not accept this proposal? To me it makes a load of sense as it explains, with neatness, not only a whole load of disparate myths, rock carvings, ancient stone edifices that house immense secrets as well as cutting edge scientific observations and hints of human potential because we haven’t even bought in things like savants, women lifting cars off their kids in a feat of superhuman strength or the sense of being stared at which everyone has felt.

To many this too far outside of the reality tunnel they are not aware they dig and reeks of science fiction mixed with wishful thinking and a freewheeling imagination to ever be the real script. If so I’d be willing to bet you watch, with a grin, something amusing as presented by the screen which tells lies to your vision and needs reality suspension to manifest the tale which they weave in your head and all of that is an immense hint that the Game of Souls has you, my friend. That and I’m quite confident that 81% of those reading clicked off before this bit and those who kept going heard the voice within their head saying “You don’t believe this mess, do you?“. Of them how many do you think could get they aren’t the speaker but that which listens and thus was constant through all of these stages of the Game and can, effortlessly, extend beyond this realm and do all types of fun things… After all, doesn’t all of our tech simply extend our senses? What if I’m correct and the ones we currently possess are numbed out and dumbed down to their most basic resonance in order to make the silicon heaven they promise seem so enticing? Once again, another parallel in myth is where the ever grumpy (and seemingly human hating) Zeus had said:

“We should make it so they only see a few feet in front of them” as all of their hooting and hollering was disturbing him as a threat to his reign… Shades of Babel, yes? Could that tower be the spinal column and the inherent intelligence from below the neck that has way more glial cells than the head which gets all the credit? Why is it that the more ancient the language the more complex and in depth if evolution is correct? Better yet, where do you think creativity actually comes from, my friend? Why does every child seem to be overflowing with it and yet it vanishes, real quick, and thats before I get into the fact that every single box office flick these days is a reboot or retread plus the music sounds identical and if compared to say, the Seventies, we see a huge shift in talent, skills and composition. Much like the strength and finesse of the shipbuilders and their grandkids who are pale imitations of them but know no different as they think not beyond the box they were told to sit in and don’t question why the only thing expanding at present is their waistline and debt levels as the strain to keep up with whoever they said is the best to be emulated via their tell lie vision set.

Better yet, what if the theory of evolution is correct? Just not as you expect and its referring to the growth of silicon that went from free and natural as electric thundered in the heavens before it was harnessed to create tech that steadily got more and more complex until its “artificial” intelligence wants to get familiar with those who invented it to create Techno Sapiens instead aka the new playas waiting in the wings to trade carbon for silicon as they trip the light fantastic in ascent back to where it all begins so they can forget the matter with spirit and do it all again. And again. And again.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

The Most Dangerous Thing School Taught You

The most dangerous thing school taught you was not that life is a popularity contest that is measured by how much sex, money or upvotes you get (delete as appropriate) but that of rating your worth by what another says. Run that back again as your Soul nods its head and tell me if you agree with what I said.

Didn’t you ever find it a bit odd that the entire model was one of flat out domination? Even before I was aware what S&M was I, instinctively, rebelled at this as it seemed most unfun to submit to the whims of another and be taught at the speed of the class idiot by a fool that did it only for a cheque to remain fed with no passion or nurturing intent just disgusted me on so many levels. I genuinely believe the further you progressed in this academic test the less true intelligence you possess. Just look at all the fields filled with hyper specialists and how nobody ever creates anything truly new or unique as they’re filled with stress at the idea of getting rejected or having their tenure and or budget yanked speaks volumes about what I said. That and the current replication crisis that is rife which is, amusingly, akin to insta stars causing walls to bend in the quest for the ideal rear end and bosom. We’re in clown town, people.

So many folks I’ve met thought they were “thick” because they failed the tests, back when. Loads of them had potential and talents that were never met or addressed by the standards intended to make you nothing more or less than a brick in the wall of ignorance and I found this super duper strange because, on the flip, the caretaker of the building was wise beyond his years (and he was ancient to a bright eyed jit) and, more importantly, did it with passion. I’m not speaking about pushing the broom or fiddling with the thermostat – even though he handled that – I’m talking about how if I asked him a question he genuinely reflected and, quite often, did his research in the interim as he had an immense stack of Readers Digests and spent most of his time sitting in the library when he wasn’t smoking and drinking with friends. He himself was not educated and yet, to me, developing, he seemed to have grasped the essence of wisdom which is take nothing for granted and question everything. School won’t teach you that because, like Assata said, “No one will give you the education needed to overthrow them”. That goes double for Twitter activists that sport a Che T shirt and whip online petitions whilst avocado toasting, yes? “But I have all these upvotes? Zey must mean something!“. Would it be a trip if, tomorrow, you could spend online credit like all the money they think is fit to print at the present? All it would take is a shift in what we, the public, invest in and accept as a standard so it really isn’t that ridiculous now, is it?

Don’t think I’m saying that I don’t value education. Quite the opposite. What I’m saying is the modern way of doing things is akin to a gulag for the imagination of those developing within its grip to become square watermelons, par excellence. Check this:

Once upon a when (back when Doctors still smoked in their offices) a girl had a kid that had a lazy eye like BIG and she didn’t want him to grow up looking notorious so she asked if the man with the scripts could do anything? He suggested an eye patch for that Captain Jack swag and she, being attentive, kept it on for much longer than recommended as her mind said it would be more betterer. Can you guess what happened? Well, the baby brain, when developing, sent out signals as and when to check the input levels of the optic, darkened. When it didn’t get the hits to its pings it, like your wifi, disconnected and diverted the active wiring to the other that was hearing it on FM. Net result? The kid could barely see out of the other lens even though it functioned correct. Ain’t that something? Let that be a lesson to ye helicopter parents. “What the heck does this have to do with school, fool?” I hear the Eses yelling. Nah, they get it which is why they provide a parallel education in their own ways and methods as does virtually every single ethnic group as they don’t trust the white man and his methods because they all sport the same record and heritage of what they done did when the landed, sans melanin, and civilized the hell out of them.

Just as that baby brain sent pings the nervous system does the same until just before seven as it needs this time frame to fully develop the basic sketch of mindbody connections which go on to develop excellence. This is why the best martial artists start training almost immediately as they know that what fires together, wires together gloriously and the effects are often preternatural speed and skill that hits a target others cannot even imagine. I’ll let you list the most famous example of this that was trained with brutal precision to sing and dance on a whole nother level… Anyway, you have these kids who are doing what is entirely natural classed as “Disruptive, won’t stop fidgeting and can’t sit still” on parents evening then said folks either administer a beating or withdraw affection until their seed instates cooperation and does what Simon Says.

Can you see how perniciously slick and twisted this is? If I were to change nothing in your life but this single aspect I’d be willing to bet you’d be way happier, more content, creative and in tune with Inner Sense than the currently Adulterated version you accepted and never wondered the alternative just like a giant raised by midgets that trained him to kneel for them. That, in a nutshell, is the most dangerous thing school taught you and its well worth undoing by the power of introspection as your brain is quite neuroplastic should you choose to flex this muscle and rewrite the script. Use the timeline method I reffed in this text and sketch out your life imprints then use this to speak to the child within and use this to build a bridge that may just surprise you with what kicks:

“Hey, listen, I did what you said and you’ll never believe what happened. I’m learning how to dance! Me! The guy with two left feet. Turned out that when I was around six I was constantly toe tapping in school and the teacher yelled a bit and made me really self conscious about it and I couldn’t tell my parents as I knew they’d stress and say I should sit still so I just suppressed that urge within and never, ever thought about it again until I pushed the pen but I’ve got to get as Salsa class is starting at seven and I feel like a man that was just handed his own personal key to heaven!”.

Bear in mind that not another thing in his life had shifted. He still worked in an office, ran the wheel like a gerbil to pay his bills and bished with the rest at how the boss was a div and things were going downhill. Except now he was activating an old skill that was never developed or nurtured by the System. This is, in effect, reparenting and its a huge thing if your folks were pretty wack and life, back when, was two steps removed from Hell but ten times more ferocious as you can check you imprint and, in effect, time travel to create some pretty amazing things. Turned out that just by learning how to dance this man caused other, previously unseen, chambers to spin and this led him to ditching an unfulfilling relationship he’d had with a girl he’d known since a little bit and stuck with as he couldn’t be bothered with the circuit and, in his head, thought all men hated the thought of getting hitched but went along with it due to lack of options. At least, that was the example in his head. This all shifted when he started moving and grooving and mingling with women who knew how to move their hips as they all went out for a drink and one thing led to the next and the current became an ex as he was gone with the wind and full steam ahead with one who held something dear to him in common.

Just to think, none of that would’ve kicked without a moment for introspection that all started when I asked him why he moved with all the coordination of a drunk baby elephant as I’d never quite seen someone so cack handed. I mean it. This guy was so uncoordinated that you could throw something right at him and he’d swing left so it hit him in the head. Like ten times out of ten. This contradicted, intensely, with his huge typing speed that left his fingers blurring and I spotted this as a kink in his neural wiring and wondered what caused it. Turns out he’d got all types of awards and things for his words per minute, back when, and thus prided himself on it but being a geeky nerd meant sports was off the list and the dream of the dancer was nixed when his Geography teacher yelled at him and said:

“Will you stop with all that tapping, Bing!” as the rest of the class laughed in unison. Pushing the pen caused an immense amount of vitriol to surface from within toward this insensitive and once he’d vented and linked with the part that was previously frozen he asked what the little him wanted and it said, in bright red ink:

“To dance, stupid!“.

So he did. With no resistance as there was no fight within after reconnection so he looked up local classes, checked what was recommended for beginning, was fun and simple. Salsa topped the list and he sat there, nodding his head, as he already liked the version he dipped his chips in whilst watching Dancing with the Stars on his Tell Lie Vision and this nicely links in to what you consume and its deeper hints about what is missing and is being fulfilled by a counterfeit rendition beamed to your head by a set of three pixels that shift on a black mirror to pimp your consciousness.

Here endeth the lesson. Dare ye Know the Ledge and see what kicks if you examine the alternative versions of Self within and their true wishes? This is a great way of awakening the Warrior, latent, as you simply cannot deny the depth of emotion it brings to the surface of one numbed by the pain of living and accepting labels in lieu of sensations but I warn you, it can be intense as there certainly are dangers to deprogramming but, what the heck, you’ll only live once in this skin but a coward dies a thousand deaths in a single incarnation so lets see what kicks.

Till we meet again

Whats Your Philosophy?

Here’s one Q that brings the meat and potatoes of your reality into stark relief. I will warn that its one that can start beefs as its akin to showing NPCs how they NPC and this, my friend, is like back when you’d type in a TWENTY GOTO TEN subprogram and think you were doing it big. Ironically its all interlinked though as that is how basic most peoples coding truly is. Ready?

“Whats your philosophy?“.

That is it. Just float it out there and let it sit. Some will respond with a “What do you mean?“. That says, immediately, they’re one of the 81% and, at that, the lower end of the spectrum where matter is most dense. A Warrior always, always, always has a philosophy. Most commonly they’re updated periodically and this is a huge bone of contention and aspect of contrast with the Slave as they were programmed, back when, with a specific mindset to dig a certain reality tunnel in the proscribed way and that is it. From the womb till the tomb, never shall it shift. Now, don’t get your gender neutral panties twisted at what I’m saying. Not a single bit because its actually a great imperiment for if one is rigid in one aspect they’ll also be the same, elsewhen. This means I’ve just handed you the key to free your mind from the grip of ignorance you’ve learned to pretend doesn’t exist. The Warrior intuited the contrived contraption slung around his awareness as he sat in the modern equivalent of training for Platos Cave, back when. School. This is another test because if you did really, really well and were teachers pet who puked up, on cue, what they said, as and when for a pat on the head and dose of your parents affection then, guess what, you’re most likely a Slave. If you’ve progressed really far in this Game and have PhDs and such things you’re like a well done rare steak in the sense that the spirit of the inquisitive still lives within but its deadened and stuck within decades of seeking what you expect. Don’t feel bad, this is common and it has been since back when it was said that science advances one hearse at a time as people are so entrenched with their pet hobbies and perspects that they’ll defend them to the hilt and this is the total opposite of a cow of wisdom that lives and hasn’t been butchered, chopped and prepped which is a great meta for your intellect, my friend.

Like I said, this is the one that gets a lot of folks sizzling as philosophy is a combination of religion and the scientific thus could be said to be the mother of both of them as they’re naught but errant children who exist in a state of teenage knowitallness and loud door slamming to end arguments. “And they think they’re doing it so big as well!” Sophia says as we sit, conversing. This is why, back when, it was called a natural science and only, over time, did it split into two fragments and the best way I can say what kicked is via this image:

Which one would you prefer, on the reg, as your return on investment? Be honest. See how your programming will chime in and say “But the eleven answer is stupid and playing semantic tricks because one plus one is two, obviously”. Technically, if I really wished to kick it, that is also incorrect as the answer is three. Take it away, Eddie:

Thats the difference between not seeing the wood for the trees and breathing a sigh of relief as you perceive the air and opportunity thats all around this realm and is your divine inheritance. Can you see why they need arithmetricks to keep Slaves running the treadmill? Thats the code of the Matrix! Its that simple, really, and it all starts with a simple question:

“Whats your philosophy?”.

If you asked me, I’d drop fifty, real quick with:

“We are Souls (ie pure consciousness) wearing flesh to interact with the Third dimension and ignorance of this by believing you’re “Only Human” means you get mindwiped at the end, plugged back in and this is why every NDE ever said they saw a light at the tunnels end that was beaming with affection that, somehow, knew them and was awaiting their presence as we’re wearing the tech that powers the simulation that unfolds within our awareness ergo there is only ever one Soul present who interacts with figments of his imagination, ergo, never trust an atom“.

Well, that was nearly a hundred. What can I say, I’m generous! There are certain things in this realm that only increase as you share them. Can you name the trinity? For me they are laugher, wisdom and orgasms, certainly. Really stop and ponder this, my friend, and you’ll see its accurate and this brings us back to how when philosophia was split into two components they, combined, don’t equal the sum of their parent and thus its the space that makes the place that they miss as each digs its own reality tunnel of ignorance hence why I’ve said, time and again:

Do the Knowledge.

This is akin to coming to the fork in the road and creating the Path in the mid by walking because like the spoon, it doesn’t exist. The other option is to loop back to where you left via dead end Thunking as thats the main trick of the System on this level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. The reason your philosophy is second hand, third person perspect, inherited, and specced off the shelf is because you spent nearly two decades interred in your local camp of concentration that told you:

“To excel you must repeat, to the digit, what and how we said. For bonus credit, sit still, look ahead and don’t stand up and yell out every single damn abstract question that pops into your head, as and when, without a modicum of respect for the rest of the class and the one teaching because you’re so damn certain the narrative makes zero sense when not looked at from a forced perspect as you sit and play the angles instead by learning to balance your chair on two legs”.

Most people don’t get to the last part as they’ve already acquiesced at the end of the first sentence which, ironically, was just this as they spent the rest of their life serving time inside the walls of ignorance erected in their head and filled with false images of what to expect as they were divorced from the freedom of direct perception and the magic of wondering. If you are one of the 81% doesn’t that sound a tad bit familiar to your original essence? Don’t you ponder what happened and if you can reverse the processing that turned you into a dumb terminal taking commands from some place else? This, as you can guess, takes a level of humility and honesty most do not possess hence why the 8 choose themselves and elevate not only their philosophy but everywhen else as well because, surprise, the Game takes place inside your awareness ergo how you relate to it is the key to becoming and remaining free in a world filled with tyranny.

See, the thing with culture is that its designed to be as invisible as the operating system within your head. Some would say they’re both tangents of the same thing reflected at differing distances and they would not be incorrect. Due to the nature of symbols and their repetition its easy to get pulled in to the same old reality tunnel. Especially when your parents and the world as you know it rewards it. This is also the same reason children say “No” when they gain a sense of autonomy and we all know how that is beaten, threatened or trained out of them without anyone stopping to inspect why this phenom is universal in that sense. Let them lead, they’ll change the Game but the invisible forces in your head that are felt by all but only seen by schizomystics don’t want this.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

The reason why I stress the importance of philosophy is very simple as, from it, springs your Self concept, perspective and the rest thus what you think (or don’t) is possible ergo its vital to comprehend and place into practice as it is akin to the blueprint of your personal reality tunnel. I know it can be hard to accept new datasets when stressed as that is the point where we reach to what comforts hence why one must be willing to research the other perspective. In other words, what if what says its stressed isn’t you but that which pretends instead and it views gnosis as a threat to its, hitherto, unchecked dominance of your awareness? See why I said only 8% are willing to cross this bridge whilst the rest have set up camp, underneath it? That region I term the Valley of the Plebs as they were programmed, back when, and have been operating on Click-Whirr processes that do their Thunking for them. This means there will never, ever be an original thought in their heads and they’ll constantly attempt to “fix” problems with the same minds that created them. Doctors are a great example and its also why I’ve said watching the news is bad for your health. There is a simple way of looking at this which a lot of people feels makes intuitive sense when they hear it:

Imagine the you you know now as “Me” is nothing more and nothing less than a story. Its something that started off scrawled in a childs print and then has been constantly refined to see what it expects and, worst of all, it never stopped to reality test or check if said things were still true and accurate. The Path of Power is an antidote to this as its a living philosophy which is akin to rewriting this script from a far greater lens. Doesn’t that sound interesting? Aren’t you wondering if its possible? Here is a simple practice I share with my clients and am glad to furnish it upon thee:

Take a large, long sheet of paper and stick it to the wall. Draw a huge line along it and, at the start, you place “Conception” and, near the mid, you have the present moment, dated with some space for all the amazing things to come yet. Then start filling it in. Begin with whatever pops into your head, note the location on the timeline and then include further details including whether the recollection is seen first or third person, whether you remember first hand or because of what someone else said/via a pic or video etc.. Basically, you are taking a Self inventory. At certain points you will, invariably, feel strong emotions ranging from rage to tears of shame as well as, most commonly, nothing. Just a numbness that makes you suspect something is hidden from your regular awareness. Which it is. Note it as feeling zip is still a sensation as its akin to a void of potential we’ll later be tapping. Just doing this is quite powerful as you’re taking control back from the voice in your head and this can be shifted to another octave by picking up a black and red pen then opening a dialogue with the child within.

Congratulations! You have just taken your first step in creating a custom tailored perspective and from this shall spring a philosophy as well. Let me share what others said after completing this trek into what they’d been ignoring:

“This helped free me from the grip of a drug addiction. Its amazing”.

“How can something so simple be so darn effective at clearing the mess? I literally sat and wept for ages then felt something shift, deep down within“.

“Don’t listen to me. Do it and hear your Self instead“.

There we have it. Do the Knowledge. Prove me incorrect and see what kicks inside your awareness as the next step is to comprehend this entire realm, me included, is nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination. Let the Game, begin!

Till we meet again

You’re either a Thinker or Follower

Its really as simple as that because you either lead the pack of one or follow the crowd in the comfort of its familiar thrum as “Everyones doing it!“. This is one of the chief differences between the Slaves mind (programmed) and the Warrior who decodes instead. Its also the main reason why every single child, ever, has said “I don’t want to!” and meant it before they’re browbeaten (literally or metaphorically) into submission via stressed parents who don’t recollect how it felt and why they were so emphatic in their rejection of whatever presented. In many ways you’ve been taught to conform from a load of different vectors but they all hold one dirty little secret in common:

Control.

Do you know what the most ironic thing about all of this is? How little the Slave has over his own life and how vehemently he will deny this. Did you spot it? Thats the divide and conquer schism that is as old as the empire itself and one of the calling cards of the hidden hand with its iron grip that, cleverly, pretends to be many when, in reality, its one with a single mission:

Control.

From life to death and beyond they sing the same hymn as without your energetic resonance and conscious link to the Prime they’re screwed but they can’t let you click this otherwise there is something you’d never, ever give them:

Control.

“I don’t want to!” said the child, stamping, to affirm their indignity at something they felt was intuitively incorrect only to have their nascent consciousness and body awareness swiftly invalidated as another poured their energetic whims and preferences into them. Have you ever examined this with a state of presence and sensed exactly what kicked? Imagine a glass, clear, filled with water, pure. Now, lets pretend that a member of the Adulterated says “Thou shalt do this” and your nope sensors kick in. They then, by force of resonance, pour some of their own mess in and send out a little copy version of them to do exactly as they said. The child rebels and we see, within, their pure consciousness is now tainted by an isolated bubble of red mindset as inherited from a parent. The mind is wise and sees this as a cloud in its previously clear skies of awareness and thus places a hydrophobic charge around it so the thought may be in but it certainly isn’t of. Nonetheless, the resonance is now present and thus the child is forced to head off where the parents said and perform as expected otherwise the affection promised will be withdrawn and, along with it, comes the threat of survival. The child faces an immense test of stress as its either die to the authentic vibrations within or hold firm to your principles and, quite possibly, be thrown into a world with no guidance or protection. This is spiritual terrorism, par excellence. Everyone does it because “Everyones doing it”. Can you see how this type of Thunking engenders what comes next because if we check back in in a few decades we’ll notice that once pristine awareness is now filled with a murky mess in which these old bubbles of isolation attracted each other via resonance and now we get a blob of red that speaks just like your father did whilst the blue is more of your mother hue, a yellow bit reminds you a teacher who was quite decent mixed in with a fictional character you really identified with. You’re getting the sketch, yes? Turn by turn they each take over your awareness and provide their own tint to your mindset which means, often, you’ll hear your folks words coming out of your mouths and then, later, in private, you may confide in a mate that that felt quite strange as, for a moment, you were literally them.

You may or may not have ever thought at this depth but I’m willing to bet you felt how intuitively correct the above sketch is at describing your inner realms, yes? That is because I’m a thinker, not a follower. I am my physics and metaphysics as well for this entire realm dwells inside my consciousness and the first job of anyone who wishes to awaken the Warrior within is cleansing this filth that Adulterates the pure waters of Inner Sense. It will, gladly, assist in this but most people are so used to being lead by these voices (for that is how they manifest) that they simply cannot imagine life without them. This is why I ask, time and again, if you can hear the Psylense as its this fount, creative, from whence all the magic doth spring that has jits scribbling with paper and ink and seeing such off the wall things. As you may have guessed its the same aspect that has a hyper dimensional turbine attached to it in the case of the so called schizophrenic whilst the mystic swims upstream instead and captures the thieves dressed in purple that ejected their oily inks into the minds of your lineage and gives them a good whipping as he turns the tables in furious anger at how they attempted to poison and defile the right, left and centerous (I know, that neologism is a bit adventurous but you get my drift about becoming a whole being instead of fragmented, yes?) via their schemes and tricks that pimp one gen to the next.

This is where I’ve got by thinking. I’ll be willing to bet its a totally different sketch from wherever following led you. Probably in front of the TV or web, keeping up with celebs, ticking “Supposed To” boxes and, generally, running the treadmill as you abdicated your Self from the responsibility of raising your seed and handed them over to the unfeeling machine of the System to mold and shape their consciousness in the shape of a brick as once round watermelons become squared circles instead. That means they’re not only inauthentic but missing an entire dimension as well. “Perfect for the coming Techno Sapiens thing” said the Slave/Masters as they boil yet more frogs in Hells kitchen…

You’re either a thinker or follower and this is across the board or not at all so miss me with the revolutionary act because you wear a Che T, once read a brief synopsis of someones notes on Machiavelli and arranged a great petition on Change, once upon a when, as you soapbox on the latest hot topic to your friends and countrymen (with no traction but plenty of bilious wind) before following rank and file like they said on Monday, AM as you go an clock in at the office and BS at the water coolers with the rest to whom you feel, silently, superior as you Thunk you’re “Woke”. Warriors, on the flip, stay lightly dozing with their third eye open as that state brings the most coherent brainwaves which is an interesting segue as the mind of a child, natural, is the same as an adult under hypnosis which the latter on an LSD trip is identical with a babies inherent resonance. Break it down and its says that life is a consensual hallucination which segues into a variety of trance states you inherited from media and parents whilst mistaking all of this deception for a Self – which it isn’t. Not one bit. Why?

Control.

Can you see the need for it in the face for such potential Self directed resonance? Did you click how the Russians get one reality tunnel (complete with programming language) whilst the Chinese select another and this contrasts with the land of “Freedom” (in which every step is expensive. Ironic). I know my other article about Weebs and Waifus may seem like a diss but, from this lens, at least they managed to shift perspectives in one respect and that speaks a lot about the neuroplastic effect in contrast to frozen snowmen made of sentience squashed to its lowest vibration in this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits. Ultimately all of these concepts are totally worthless and illusory beyond this stage and aim as you aren’t the content but context instead – pure consciousness, in the flesh. An aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one made manifest in times of near universal madness and wholesale deception sold as wisdom to the ignorant.

Listen, I’m not meaning to diss as the above serve the purpose of creating scripts for Souls to live and make the illusion seem genuine but my patience is about as thin as a model filled with amphetamines and laxatives who needs to sell an image she isn’t living in a world, inauthentic, as she takes a million pics with a practiced effortlessness of eating an immense slice of cake from which she’ll vomit the crumbs the moment the cameras stop rolling as her simps beat the magic stick, in unison, to a set of pixels that represent a good mimic of the real thing as they extend their energetics into the black mirrors grip and swiftly follow this with some other excretions as well which validate the deception with actual potential for life, living. Doesn’t that sound totally outsane? Like a species in the grip of such intense psychosis that they’ve forgotten what pure water actually is as they drink Brawndo instead? “Its got electrolytes” they said. Why? Because that is what following gets you. This is why you can only be one or the other, my friend and that, by its very nature, means you’ll leave a trail of feelings, ruffled by your observations and questions which are the same as a childs except now your build has grown in size and realize you don’t need to hide behind a parents leg as they are the ones who got you into this mess by picking ignorance over wisdom whereas you do the Knowledge and recode your internal OS. Why?

Control.

Its the only thing worth anything in this world as it gets the dick erect and ladies wet. Think about it and you’ll see how I’m correct. Its all about sex in the end as its a one and zero thing which is binary code aka Yin and Yang which is the same as what powers this tech, syncs to breathing out and in, is god and the devil, life, death, Inner Sense or Adulteration. Its all one thing, itself “no thing”, which is everything better known as pure consciousness ergo you can think about following but you can’t truly follow a thinker as its an intensely personal process which hints at why you spent nearly two decades, legally mandated, at your nearest camp of concentration whilst the rest was pitched in immense amounts of media mess that shaped your awareness in order to ensure that the ones born, every moment, hand over the one thing the System covets:

Control.

Can you imagine a realm in which the children led and parents played a supervisory role and pitched in when requested only? Lets say school still exists and they went at nine AM and came back at three but little Timmy may have just spent that six tinkling ivories as he’s fascinated by the keys and the sound they make. He does this day in and day out for three years at least and generally ignores the rest beyond the times he links with friends to half pay attention to what they find fascinating as they do at his recitals. Each gains exposure for a childs nature is inherently curious but are drawn, like magnets, to what speaks their language and this they use to gain further skills, previously unimagined. For example, one day he asks the elder about the interplay of harmonics that come to chord selection and he’s illuminated about the concept of mathematics. He takes to it like a watery fish as, before, it held no interest as boring old digits but now its speaking his language which, soon, leads him to English as he wishes to pen lyrics that go with the melodies pouring out of him and this, in turn, evolves into a passion for gymnastics and most children wouldn’t be crying at the gate upon reception nor would they leave when the bell rings as they’re simply having too much fun doing what? Thinking.

Can you imagine the world they’d build in a couple of generations versus the superhero retreads and wannabe mindset that fills the likes of Reddit as people masturbate each others (false) self with platitudes of surface level acceptance and encouragement when, in reality, they detest themselves and lives they live but would rather die than admit it as those oily gloops of Adulteration seep across their consciousness and they, via effort, project the opposite via text and celebrate when others also buy in to their deception as they live not their lyrics hence the need for constant reinforcement and the immense “Us vs Them” mindset that proliferates this corner of the web which, ironically, preaches open minded tolerance but only within a very thin spec of what is expected as thinking isn’t allowed when you’re busy following… This is, as you may have guessed, the inversion of the thin, attractive and flexible model mentioned but, internally, the process is identical:

Control.

Or lack of it. I may sound critically dismissive and like I don’t give an F about your feelings but I do, thats why I type like this, my friend. There is no nice way of telling a hoe she’s getting pimped. Especially when she’s overly invested in the concepts of death and taxes that her sky daddy sells for that elusive day she’s turned enough tricks as he rides by, collects his dividends and tells her to get back to biz as the coochie won’t sell itself and those lips weren’t made for talking so get to walking, bish! Straight onto the psychosocial treadmill as thats an explication of the relationship between man and state viz pension but they never mention the constantly eroding buying power, increased expenses and decreased return on dividends or how I suspect the main aim of all these old people COVID deaths was to cash in their cheques after a life of compliance without fully paying them… Like the swine in Animal Farm that made loot off the horse even when it had done its best without rest for absolutely ages as it was, to the glue factory, sent. Am I tin foiling or hitting targets, dead bang, in the head? I’ll let you tell as the numbers speak from themselves but they even flipped them to make it seem like the young and naturally healthy were under imminent threat unless they did as instructed. Why?

Control.

You’re either a thinker or follower which means the most dangerous in the realm or safely neutered plebs instead. These aren’t my words but theirs, the Slave/Masters who run up and down the stairs carrying out the whims of the one eyed king who needs to keep all of his pieces where he can see em as he lacks depth perception and passes this defect onto his adherents and thus detests one with three functioning centers of optics as their awareness extends beyond this realm and thus out of his grip. That is what the Path of Power brings and why I said you’re either a thinker or follower, my friend, because if you haven’t guessed yet then I’ll tell:

If you meekly buy what they sell as the way it is after they coded your OS to only ask questions they expect then you’ll certainly inherit the earth as you’re lowered into it but what they haven’t said, out loud, is that you’ll be mindwiped and reskinned to do it again. And again. And again until, one day, you stop following and start thinking instead and then all Hell breaks loose in so many respects as, in a world filled with liars, an honest man is most dangerous as he may not be correct but at least is willing to state whats in front of him and its not colored by inherited Patterns of ignorance, decades of forced perspective training and the immense pressures of compliance that have raged since back when and now, digitally, are amped to an apex as people are connected in loneliness via the black mirror effect which presents both the balm and problem in one handy, dandy package in which everyone wants to be anyone but themselves as this they cannot accept. Why?

Control.

Or, rather, the lack of it.

“You’re not the boss of me” says he whilst the lady observes, wryly, “Neither are thee though, really” as she’d awakened the Warrior within and came to comprehend that she was neither Max nor Vincent and most definitely not the cab she’d been driving as that was a huge coping mech designed to deflect from the mess within that led her to build an image she lived and almost believed was authentic until a chance meeting, an overheard discussion and subsequent introduction stopped her Thunking she was a thinker but was actually following and, by doing the Knowledge, gained a true state of liberation that is beyond mere labels and boxes that come with expectations and promises so now, in her own words is:

“I am me. Thats it. You either get it or you don’t and thats not my problem as my mind has more interesting things to consider than whether or not you comprehend the shadows depth hence there is nothing to rail against and naught to defend when one is Centered in Self”.

She did ask me a fascinating thing though where she questioned why, Knowing this, would I continue to extend these missives into the collective unconscious instead of focusing on greater things via the use of my resonance in private. I told her that if it hadn’t been for such lyrics, kicked freely, would she have accepted the invitation to gain gnosis as reflected via a figment of her imagination that was simply saying what she’d forgot to consider due to the whims of the System that had her buy in to one of the options they were selling? She laughed and, with a grin, said:

“You know exactly what I’m going to say and its totally correct because you are exactly this and, best of all, you Know it. Ha! I like it!”

Till we meet again

A Day in the Life on an Average Parent

If your children grew up to feel the same level of internal contentment as you do in your current state of embodiment would you feel you’d failed them? Its a natural trait for one to intend to propel their seed to greater heights than they are capable hence standing on the shoulders of giants. That phrase, however, isn’t quite as accurate when compared with kneeling at the feet of midgets or prone prostration pon pieds of the petitely physically proportioned if you prefer poeticized political correctness.

Actually that should make evident what the nature of that trick is because the excessive verbiage can be used to send hidden signals to your awareness as opposed to the original mode of communication which was simple and direct because just coming out and saying “Strength is ignorance” without the acclimatization process would make the frogs in the pot with heat turned up in increments leap to awareness in order to save themselves. Softly, softly catchee monkey or in this case retune a clockwork orangutan who embodies the pure basics of man and thus is mankind in the flesh with a click-whirr mechanism slotted in where there should be Self. Anyway, I digress so lets get back to this:

Parents want their children to be happier, stabler, wiser and generally a better version of them when it comes to so many things but often they end repeating what their folks did to them and assisting in the adulteration of their realm by repatterning them to think like them. This is generally done out of ignorance but for a moment consider this:

Mother works hard and is stressed as she collects the kids from the babysitter as they’re wailing. At the time they need the most reassurance and affection she simply can’t provide because their cries are grating on the one last nerve she possesses as she attempts to direct her vehicle through heavy traffic. Father has had a worse day and is simply in no mood for this and seriously considers not going home directly and blowing off some steam instead with a few cool beverages but then reminds himself he made a promise to his wife to keep these tendencies in check and feels a welling sense of resentment and obligation. “I work damn hard to provide everything for her and these kids and she’s got the balls to tell me this? Why I should…” boils the inner dialogue as the pressure builds in his head as he sits in packaged carriage that smells of exhaustion and body odors as well as the all permeating psychosphere of those who feel similar to him but strive daily to keep it in as they live out a masked, inauthentic existence.

Pretty common situation, yes? Happens time and again all over the planet and is probably playing out in the minds of many playas of the Game of Souls at this very moment but lets not get maudlin. Instead we’ll consider the children. Lets say in this equation one is six and the sibling is half this minus one. Both are literally and metaphorically cutting their teeth in existence and they are generally unaware of their parents stress or anything else outside of them because they’re still rooted in Self meaning they are the center of everything and want all the attention, this instant.

How do you think these parents handle them, given what we know of their previous experience and current frame of reference? Now some may slide on another mask, that of Concerned Parent, as they coo and go through the motions of what they think is expected and appropriate but if you ask them they’ll readily admit their heart wasn’t in it and they’re doing it for the childs benefit. On the flip there are those who will scream and shout, the perennial war cry in their house “Stop crying. This instant!” and boy will they mean it because its not just the children and their constant need for attention, no. Its every single bad thing thats happened that day, week, year, heck the entirety of their existence and on top of that this sentient ball of cells that I bought into this realm is daring to act like this? Granted that part is generally unconscious but it certainly is authentic as a vein was tapped within that they themselves are scared of touching and there is a very deep metaphysical aspect to this which we’ll cover in another message. For now consider this:

The child knows instinctively within their parent is pedaling fakeness in the first scenario which has them offering a plastic grin as they sense it in their embodied awareness that there is a lot missing from this signal in contrast to entries they’ve previously filed in to their mental Rolodex that stores their experience and is the basis of the story they’ll tell themselves and then grow into when they become version Two point Oh of them. All of the neurosis and impingement, now with Twenty Three point Five percent less happiness! Welcome to the Game of Souls, you’ve just had a glimpse at a fundamental process which is rendered invisible due to inculcated ignorance and the reticence for Slaves to look within and wrestle with the root of their problems because, nine out of ten, its inception were when they were kids. Now picture this:

As much as you live in your head which swims with words, thoughts and concepts children are just a firmly anchored in to their feelings at the present moment. Its why one can yell and punish them for doing something that they later feel was excessive and feel guilt for overreacting as they go to their room to check on them and see they’re happily playing. The child filed that imperience but moved on to the next moment as all they known from when they’re born is how to be present. The job of the System and their parents is to teach them how dwell in their head instead, partially disconnected, with an awareness that flits from past to future events, fantasies and distractions. Anything but here and now because that feels quite hellish. Don’t believe? Take anyone over twenty six currently walking in this realm and place them in a room without distractions and stimulus for thirty minutes and see what happens. Actually you don’t need to do this because the results are obvious and this offers an immense hint about what I said.

Now imagine the body not as bones and flesh but an electronic circuit in which there are loads of light emitting diodes wired up to illuminate the entire thing from within. When we roll into this realm they are, as standard equipment, fully connected and this beams out as sheer confidence, presence and a powerful sense of engagement with the moment. Its something stunning to witness as the nature of osmosis means that which is overflowing in them blows the dust off your old circuits and, for a minute, they pulse within and you feel quite magnificent but then the old tricks and deception slide in and you look to the world for enlightenment. In the Adulterated these centers, which I call the Three Kingdoms, are partially activated every now and then. The thing is the child has a much larger Relative Scale of Impact which amplifies their presence and mixes it in with their illumination. You can try this imperiment to test for yourself as the results are often quite interesting:

Wait until your child is sprawled on the floor, totally enrapt in what they’re doing. Drawing is a good one because of the activate hemispheric dominance and the coherence it brings as the impulse pours through them and they’re concentrating to capture it and express it in their pic. Whilst keeping as much of a poker face as you can and not directing your awareness at them start bringing up all the rage, hate and stress of which you’ve got an abundance within and you’ll notice a moment when they look up at you with a quizzical expression as they’re trying to figure out what happened to the lightshow within that caused it to dim for no apparent reason. Babies evidence this well naturally if you don’t wish to try it as they automatically reject and cry in the presence of those who are incoherent as they literally generate a state of discomfort which is due entirely to the limits which resonance with them brings.

This is also a great reason to borrow a baby if you’re going to do a home viewing because they feelsee in an instant through the window dressing and get down to the energetic connection and expression of the building they’re in. Its all about coherence and we’re born naturally in it but so very few sustain this presence and its a thing of great sadness when you think of it.

Now because the Adulterated parent went through a similar process in which their deadened caregivers imposed their will, dealt with bills and the chagrin of having to eke out an existence which isn’t what they hoped, dreamed or expected they cause these natural lights to dim for reasons way to self serving and complex to add to this already hefty and weighty missive. Just know, this happened to you and out of ignorance you’ll propagate it on your kids as you install the same (if not worse) Patterns then send them out into this realm. This is the equivalent of a bird attaching pebbles to the wings of its chicks and then pushing them off the edge. Brutal image but it is what it is.

It takes around two and half decades for these lights to be fully extinguished. In general you can still find them, mostly present and correct in madmen, poets and mystics. For the former they strobe and pulsate like a discotheque as the imagery is pounding and pouring in from this dimension and the next and they are set adrift. Up the creek. In the deep end. This is a topic we’ll examine as we progress. The poet is often birthed in solitude, frequently prone to probing within as there are no others to provide distraction as they try to make sense of anothers actions or events and thus, by accident, they often trip a switch that shines its brilliance but they, in their darkness, comprehend not the medium as the rush to capture the message. The mystic comes in many forms and sees the nature of the illusion and picks his senses up and turns them within as he deprograms the Systems influence and releases the resistance that doesn’t serve him and ends up connecting to Self and thus reawakening the Inner Sense of innocence after sifting and discarding the Adulterants.

Oh, how the world hates them. All three really, if we’re being frank, because of the implications of their existence and the underlying processing the System did to shift the once internally glowing kids into shadows of themselves, trapped in a living hell of the Mind Made Prison that they dwell within and will deny with vehemence till their very end as they cling to foreign concepts, externally introduced to them, much the same way a drowning man would clutch a brick. Both are just as effective in speeding up their end and inhibiting any potential solutions. The System is nothing if not efficient in this sense, as it should be due to being refined, again and again, by those at the helm of realm and their intent for it and their subjects caught up in the Game of Souls and generally ignorant of this.

Now, getting back to the man of the house as he exits stinking carriage and can’t wait to tell his wife what he thinks of her constant nagging and impingement on the one bit of happiness he has left after she chased off all his friends and all but isolated him and rules with an iron fist which is subject to random whims and seemingly senseless shifts in which he always feels like he’s the problem. “After all I do for her, for them, this ungratefulness must end. I am a man, I deserve respect” he rehearses in his head. I’m going to say this, then she’ll say that and then I reply with this and she gets it then I win. He is still angry but its now tempered with a slight confidence and the beginnings of a grin as he, ever optimistic, sees the green shoots of a new way of living start to spring as he rounds the corner to his building and opens the door of their apartment.

Inside, its raining din. The baby is screaming, his wife looks at him and shoots a piercing glint as she says “Here, take this” and roughly drops their seed into his aching limbs as she heads off to deal with the kid who has been complaining endlessly about what her teacher said, another boy did and how its not fair. Plus on top of that her teeth are wobbling and this ones hurting, “Mummy can’t you please so something?”, as the baby in his arms starting wailing with a renewed vigorance and the pressure within builds up, inch by inch.

Nothing unusual about any of this, yes? Just another day in the world that is known well by many parents but this is exactly it. Its this incoherence between outward expression, internal sensation and the fact most adults are totally disconnected which at the root of all the problems that currently inhabit this realm. There is a coherence in this because if one asks the question “What is the source of this problem?” the answer invariably is:

“Previous events“. Without getting into the mysteries of history where the truth was obscured and replaced by script its worth knowing this – Life on Earth was once great. People connected with each other, themselves and the planet whilst some nurtured the spark of higher consciousness into the purple flame of the alchemical process and offered guidance plus insight to the rest. All that was gone with the wind, water and fire as well and the same will happen again because the past is the future and there is no end when you’re living in 1/81 and this level of the Game, euphemistically called the Valley of the Plebs, represents an ebb in our collective awareness as we sink to the depths of ignorance and champion it as they way to live. Such is the price of being disconnected and its what happens when someone is trapped in a house where the lights long dimmed and they’re simply going through the motions, filling in days till death, whilst repeating the process for the generation called next as they instill Patterns and Programs to make them miserable as well.

Add on top of this the normalized narcissism which is a signal of the uptick to a transition of the playing field which will soon begin its shift from carbon to silicon in order to sow the seeds of this happening all again. Its why they say there is nothing new under the sun and why you knew the nature of an old devil well. The implications for what I’ve shared are immense if you can comprehend the message but to make a long story longer I’ll say this then jet:

To be in the world and not of it is the only sane response to the madness which is socially sanctioned and was then poured into your heads. Just being aware of this can make an immense difference as it generates options where previously there were click-whirr Patterns that did their thing and provided the illusion of thinking when you’re actually Thunking instead. Big difference. Even bigger implications when implied for the collective. Now, the root cause of your suffering can be traced back to your upbringing and the imperiences coded therein, the conclusions drawn from these events, what was repressed at great depths and that you wish you could forget as well the events that fractured in your inner realm and lead to the death of coherence as then the System piled in and caused your lights to dim and you join the rest, an Adulterated pleb. A Slave in my parlance as such a Soul is held captive by a great many things, least of all a (false) self and they form the overwhelming majority of the planet. Totally ignorant of this and resentful for anyone pointing it out whilst they seek fruitless solutions or engage in destructive habits.

If what I’ve said has caused a shift within, a twinkle of awareness, a recognizance like “Yes, yes, I’d felt something like this but couldn’t express it as eloquent” or just an “Interesting, I wonder where he’s going with this?” then congratulate your Self because you are one of the 8% and could fine well unleash the Warrior within, should you wish, and thus flip the script and that is where it gets very, very interesting as most of us are currently inactive. Why is this? The System. Its designed to prevent this resurrection and chooses to confine it instead to the land of myths and religion as opposed to here and now existence as the threat of the optimized, actualized and fully present signals an end to the reign of the midgets in front of whom you’re currently kneeling. To wrap it up real quick because I’ve waxed political, philosophical and metaphysic in this to no end:

How flexible are you willing to be? How far are you willing to examine your inner realm? If not for yourself (who can reap benefits immense via choosing Journeying as a way of solving the problems of existence) then for your kids?

See, this really is the test between who can sift the pure milk of wisdom from the Adulterating presence of the waters of ignorance which thins and renders unfulfilling what once naturally flowed without end from within. Know this, it can if you wish but just like it took twenty six years to dim your internal circuits you’ll have to overcome a lot of resistance to one again awaken and embody the child within. Its why it is quoted “Many are called, few chosen” as the elect select themselves and differentiate between the self with a small S and the Self which hears my message as its from there I’m speaking because real recognize real and the familiarity this brings we can spring from a living hell whilst uplifting everyone else and I genuinely do suspect that is the meaning of all of this and its endless recycling because if we, as a collective, currently the fail the test this stage brings there is no choice but to reset and do it all again.

In a nutshell the outer skin may be bitter and taste just like hell but those who digest the content find heaven within. Contrast that with the modern world that offers sweetness to your lips via its dizzying array of services and you try hard to ignore the fact it turns to poison, ingested, as you pay the price for choosing ignorance. By the way, you should accept none of this and actively attempt to challenge what I present as incorrect. You can start off by finding a reason for why all children, without exception, step in shining but this glow starts to dim around age six in ever increasing increments. Why is this? What is being said in a language the people don’t comprehend but feel, nonetheless? Could life truly be a Game of three halves in which most refuse to click that the ladies are tainted, I repeat, the ladies are tainted and dealing from a stacked deck using fake chips?

What if all of this I’ve said is simply one thread that, when grasped, reveals a massive decep that has implications that extend way beyond the flesh? What then? For many the very scale of this causes a state of petrifaction but others may just stop and comprehend how they got tricked in to accepting a life they never wished and the reason for such dream selling as well in which they tell that “One day, I’ll do it!”.

Except they won’t. And neither will your children. Unless you do the Knowledge, my friend… What if thats the main aim of the Game and the rest is but a distraction? Even if I’m not correct its still an option so why would you pick anything less than wisdom? I guess you’re either a thinker or follower in that respect.

Till we meet again

A View From the Source

She looks around and everything is him. Even that is so inaccurate but, phigive, as this thought imperiment is akin to swishing a glass of water around the head of a land locked Bedouin to approximate an ocean. Lets get back to it then:

With one glance around everything is touched, felt, smelt, seen, been and anything else you can believe but provides about as much thrill as tickling yourself. Sure, you’re aware of the sensation and what it brings but its entirely predictable and thus does not elicit a grin. “We are bored” she thinks and ponders the problem because when you’re the all of everything its kind of hard to be surprised or entertained. He starts thinking, geometric:

“If I were a shape, what would that be?“. A circle forms, instantly. “Perfect” she says, with a grin for now there is an outside and within. “The potential for action doth exist”. From here, the Game begins… The thing is, her presence is so immense that it fills whatever presents to the brim within an instant and thus its back to where it started. Can you imagine how it would feel to be one of those Nigerian Princes that used to call up, once in a when, promises people untold riches if they’d just part with their bank details? Well, imagine if the offer was genuine and they truly had so much in excess that they needed to get rid of it and you would be nowhere near the quandary the Source was facing. I use this term interchangeably with the Prime, the pre-existing one, for now but later the cause for delineation will become Self evident as other aspects are thrown in the mix. For now she starts dancing in and out of the circle and notices a curious phenomenon that will, forever, reverberate throughout all of creation:

Breathing in and out, the day/night cycle and binary operations as well. All bear her imprint because, without him, nothing exists and thus anything that is shall never perish and what does isn’t genuine. This is why, in this age, fallen, “truth” must constantly be replenished with bloodshed and they sent you to a camp of concentration, par excellence, where you spent nearly two decades (legally mandated) being trained in the art of academic regurgitation as your natural impulses were waylaid and replaced with “Sit still, look ahead!” programming which is really quite wicked. But, that too is intended because, as we shall see, the first Matrix was perfect and the only way to “upgrade” it is by destroying it. Bit by bit. And then rebuilding it. I’m sure the astute reader will have clicked the reason for the Prime delineation in opposition to the one who’ll, from the downswing, pretend and be most jealous of anything that came before him as he demonizes the Bad Princess and her ilk as witches, savages and primitives who didn’t know a thing whilst, secretly, usurping her gnosis but, ultimately being unable to comprehend the light that shines in from this beautiful Black woman who one danced across this realm. What? Doesn’t it make sense how you think “god” is an angry White man that yells from a cloud and notes each time you masturbate so he can bring the pain in ways barbaric and intricate? Think of the Crusades, the Inquisition and the rest then do the Knowledge as my challenge is for you to prove me incorrect and believe not a thing I share in my eloquent ramblings as I’m simply transcribing the fractal from my perspect and thus could be making a real mess of the script but isn’t that part of the fun of play as what is the point if it exists within limits and proscribed events? If you haven’t guessed, yet, I was one of those jits that took apart their toys to see how they ticked them remixed them into new things. Much to my folks chagrin. Then teachers. And friends. And, pretty soon, most of the internet as well. Why? Why not? You’ll see as we progress and comprehend why no one else in the realm pushes the pen like this because I’m not saying a thing beyond what you already Knew within but dared not admit due to the conditioning and other limiting beliefs you accepted as part of the script you call “Being Human”. Its KO, you can admit you hate it. I won’t judge but may just introduce a perspect to ref that makes all the difference as I believe we have all the right bits but not in the optimal arrangement…

The simple move of dancing, which echoes in the grooves of all children for they bear her imprint as she is their consciousness made flesh to play the Game, again. She created the blueprint that marked a wall of division around the all of everything and its creation. Over time this would come to be called many things but most of them were inaccurate as they missed how essential the skill is of creating within limits as this tends to bring out the best of the instrument and one playing as well. Its really, really strange but you can tell how, back when, kids would get an expensive gift but be fascinated with the box instead as they laced it with stickers, glitters and streams then leapt off in their spaceship. Not these days as that slim rectangle would contain an iPad instead and they’d watch someone else build the said thing and gain vicarious enjoyment instead. To all of my Eighties babies, be glad we dropped in to watch the shift from analog to digital as its a true change of the guards moment and things will never be the same again…

So, binary opposition is the new flex or, in simple terms, “I am the all of everything” and “I am the absence of the Self same feeling”. It may seem simple but its sheer genius and thus was quite hard to detect. Let me put it to you like this:

You are born on a planet of telepathics and thus, as children, its quite predictable (remember tickling?). One day, some bright spark says:

“Hey, what if we remember to forget we can read minds so well and then we can all run to the forest and another can stand, counting, with eyes closed and come and find us? What then?”.

At first they think he’s flipped his lid until they hear the riotous laughter coming from the thrill of discovering and then they’re all in. The problem is, what if they forget to remember and get caught up in the illusion instead? You can imagine how, in a few generations, they’ll wonder how they can tell someone, ten out of ten, is staring at the back of their head or those strange “feelings” from below the neck that keep them safe with no clear indication from their local timespace configuration. More to heaven and earth, my friend… Anywhen:

We now have Witnessed the invention of the Sine wave but the power is still way to immense and the rest is still but a glimmer in our fathers testicles. Did you know that male sperm contains light and, when it links with an egg, there is a big bang type explosion that hyperconducts the consciousness in and starts weaving the cells that will hold its resonance around it? Thats why babies are only scared of loud noises and falling, as standard equip, because they recollect how they gained the matter with spirit by dropping into the abyss in order to wear skin. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. She crams into the state of limitation this brings and feels an immense thrill and realizes how intuition could be termed feminine whilst daring is masculine. “Aha, so thats why men have nipples!” says the inquisitive mind within that is actively reading and thus participating in this thought imperiment versus the smooth brained intellect that probably stopped perusing, back when, and if they’re still tuned in they’re wading through immense run on sentences without stopping to garnish with their own fresh remix…

We have a “Me” and “Them” that manifests as the exchange of mediums. The hint about this is how you exhale what the trees breathe in and they, in turn, eject what you need as well. Everything exists in perfect balance and this is another reason why we, as children, will often flick a switch into the point in the mid or suspend a pencil on fingertip as it reminds us of this act of creation. If you can tell me where this fits into all of this:

I’ll give you a prize as its not of this realm and something else which is why nobody quite knows who first sketched it, and when, in your timeline but all did, yes? Same with drawing a single eye, floating. Did you pick right or left? Answers on a postcard, my friend. Pure consciousness continues its descent as, due to what happened with the first step, there was a creation of opposites. This manifested as a watery abyss and this makes perfect sense when you consider she was akin to a cloud of pure sentience ergo its the same medium, but more dense. He is intrigued and comes beaming onto the scene. The seas cannot take this as, something within them, recollects they too are a part of the all of everything and yearn a connection as the heat shifts their vibration. The water wants none of this as it, collectively, is scared to death of not existing as it can remember a time when it didn’t. Here we see the first pings of the god, jealous, who would reign one day. The sun, being wise, withdraws for a bit as she can tell this part of him is getting stressed but then decides “Eh, what the heck. Its me anyway” and commences tickling. The former wannabe stoic can’t help but lilting and crashing as his elements are discombobulating and, from this, juts an island. “Wow” says both as they take in the scene of their copulation as its the best of both yet totally different. “Now look what you did” says the sea, in recrimination. Welcome to the worlds first single parent, or so it thinks. The sun is beside itself, literally, as the black cube that manifested in the abyss contains the same spark within but is wrapped in the prim and proper threads of its other parent. “Wow” she says as she encircles it. To say he is enamored by his creation is an understatement and the motions of the heavens make its head spin until, eventually, from it the light springs. The cube is now hollow within and the shine is freed, without limits. Simultaneously, both could constantly crave the link whilst yearning to exploit their freedom as well and we see this repeated in the Prime dancing in and out of the circle as well as what became breath, sex and death. All identical, just in a new dress, as and when. Look below. Is it one, two or actually three? How’s that for supreme mathematics? Know the Ledge, my friend… Is light bent at ninety degrees in a vacuum invisible to those who don’t Thunk it exists?

She retires from a distance to see what they come up with. The sea is also watching as this new phenomenon of land covered in sentience starts unfolding its wings. The first thing they beget is another like themselves. And again. And again. And again. Then they start dancing. The Source is beside herself and recollects the place she left in order to come create this realm and decides to pop back home for a minute and do some dusting. After all, company could call any moment and she can’t invite them into a mess, yes? As these rocks of sentient luminance do coalesce they find a strange order of resonance. Actually, I’m going to skip out an immense chunk here as it would add a book like length to this premise and we’re trying to keep it simple, comprehend?

The planets and their jits, called constellations, are now all sitting in the heavens being down their own brand of resonance to the third rock from the Sun. This one is different for it sits in the midst of the Goldilocks Zone, perfect. Here we see the same original dance, replicated, but it was started a long, long time ago – remember, we skipped a bit? – and now we’re at a time where its all super dense but the the thing with old ways, like telepathy, is they’re truly hard to forget and thus the folks can’t wait to grip a black mirror which bursts forth with illumination in their fists as it makes them feel so much strength as the world is at their fingertips and they feel like miniature gods surveying their own and others creations. No longer do they dance or sing but, in an ironic twist, the same tech is bringing back miming which is akin to one of the kids in the forest (who always wins) telling himself in his head, again and again:

“I know exactly where everyone is because I turn my mind within and listen to the silent signals that help me detect their presence via spotting their resonance”.

How long do you think it would take for people on that planet to comprehend their innate gifts? Better yet, how many more of these articles must I extend into the net before someone starts reading them and gets what I said then adds in their remix as we, collectively, reality test the Game from a new lens as this is but a view from the Source as I push the pen whilst floating on wings made of pure imagination that have me, often, wondering, what I said and from whence it springs for, in the end, me and the Prime are one and that means there are no strangers or enemies in this realm. Just friends I haven’t met yet and whatever I say is already within them but comes from my lips as they, for some reason, don’t wish to hear it from Self and that is what makes all of this thought imperiment so fascinating because no matter you’re beliefs or creed, things you invest in and believe as accurate there is something, quiet within, that nods its head in assent at what you’ve just read and if it doesn’t I’d like to hear the alternative because, to me, it all makes perfect sense even if this is the equivalent of a pencil sketch on a napkin over drinks, with friends, in comparison to the whole composition which sings, within.

Till we meet again