Like a stranger in a strange land he just did what he could and what felt to get ahead because he knew he wasn’t like them and deep down was glad to be different, even though he wondered if this was a coping mechanism to reject them before they did him. To say it was a lonely existence would be an understatement even though there were those that were drawn to him, inexplicably, for reasons they couldn’t fathom but wanted to stand next only to find his environment so intense that they couldn’t endure it. They, at least, started to get a small inkling of what made him, him and it was beyond their scope of comprehension.
Everywhere he went he created friction because of the alchemy going on within that projected outside to his environment and those coals felt in their Souls that something was happening and it terrified them due to its implications. Now his parents reactions started to make sense because they’d detected it pouring out of him since he was born and they where stuck with him till he could fend for himself. In this respect he proved very successful because not only could he take but he could give a dig that made the rest step back and reappraise their next course of action and thus grew the legend.
Inside he felt like he was dying. Every day drew out the worst of him and he felt the pain searing through his veins like a flame that tortured his awareness and made him curse his sentience because the rest couldn’t comprehend, empathize or supply guidance as he was the first and thus creating the Path by walking to a destination unknown. If the road to hell is paved with good intent then the spiral staircase to heaven is laced with suffering. But then, just when he thought he’d reached his limit and could no long take any more of this, there was a shift. Something happened and there is no way to quantify it but its like the pain just ended. No. Thats not it. The pain didn’t end. He just got used to it and… and… “Whats the word?” he thinks before shining with awareness “Thats it! Transcended”.
He sits quietly by himself and stares at the reflections of the facets and notices he now can observe not just him but his environment from so many angles at once and this wasn’t the case before he’d just vented. “Interesting” he thinks “So the pressure that was outside is now within. You could say I’ve mastered what was already present by ejecting the Adulteration and these” he says glancing at the fine connections akin to a nervous system “are now conducting the radiance of Inner Sense as all that was impure is no longer an influence”.
You’ve just heard about the first coal who became a diamond so when you see him shining remember the life that he lived to arrive at these heights meant plumbing into the depths to marshal a strength we all posses whilst most just acquiesce to weakness and thus remain in their base state as they enjoy the parade and are totally unaware of the gifts which can only be unwrapped in the present moment.
“Its just entertainment, man. Why do you have to look so deep into everything and make it some tinfoil nutjob raving?” he said as I offered the suggest that in Nine Nine the world was on the brink of a quantum leap of consciousness about the nature of reality and this construction we’re in. He continued:
“The very idea that a movie like the Matrix defused this collective potential is, putting it mildly, preposterous. Now, listen, I know you have this pet theory you’ve been nurturing since the playground that we’re inside a huge Game that we play using our Souls as credits and, I’ll admit, it was initially fascinating but you’ve been beating this drum for so long that I’ve had enough of it”. This came in response to my suggestion that Neo repped Jesus who, in turn, was an encoded reference to our divine consciousness that is currently hemmed between two hemispheres of ignorance in our heads that offer their own suggestions and manipulation that, to most, are invisible as water to a fish.
“Jesus is real, my religion is just this and it has absolutely nothing to do with this damn flick laced with amazing special effects, get it?”. His response, verbally, was quite vicious ergo I knew a nerve had been hit but the fact that I’d mentioned the Game of Souls hypothesis before as well as the resonance of Christ consciousness means the concepts were not new to him. No, what did it was when I suggested there was a, hitherto unquestioned, link between the silver screen and all I’d been cogitating since I wondered if my brain caught signals like the TV set did and, if so, from whence did they come and am I them or the flesh? Heavy thoughts for a prepubescent but the simple fact is we do most of our best thinking in single digits before the System does its thing and replaces them with nice, predictable chunks of Thunk instead. Are there parallels between “reality” and “fiction”? Is there any real demarcation? What if its a one fish, two fish spooky action a distance type thing which is actually a camera trick as there is but one source that runs all of this?
The chap in question really, really enjoyed the flick. He watched it again and again and raved about it no end. Until this conversation, that is. I too was taken by it but couldn’t help but spot the resonance with a lesser known movie titled Dark City that hit before it did. Well, not exactly as it flopped because nobody watched it. I did though as it had the guy who created The Crow at the helm. In a nutshell there is a quite a lot in common as both deal with false realities, a man who is chosen and possess the strength to alter what is and how most walk around in perpetual ignorance without ever questioning the script. Much like the Agents there is a force who stands against who are actually aliens wearing flesh who share but one mind between them. Sounds a tad schizo, yes?Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. If you haven’t seen it I’d suggest you do. The big difference between them is that the one that hit features dazzling special effects that, until then, had never manifested in this realm ergo people flocked to see it. How many of them pondered at depth the significance of Neo hiding his hacking tools in the hollowed out shell of a book based on simulation and copies with no original? Very Gnostic, yes? This is the same thing that Jesus was saying (in my lens) hence the “Know ye not ye are gods” ethering he delivered whilst whipping the skin off the natives that were pimping the rest in his own equivalent of bullet time. Let get it cracking!
“The idea that Morpheus is John the Baptist, Cypher is Judas, Trinity, Mary Magdalene and Neo is Jesus is flat out blasphemous, disrespectful as hell and I’m sincerely considering ending our friendship if you don’t relent with this madness. Please. Cease, this instant”. Being who I is I couldn’t resist but fast forward to this bit which I called to his attention and asked him to quote the reference:
“Pure coincidence. Its not even reffed correct. You’re clutching at straws, my friend” said a man who I felt was holding onto a brick of ignorance when I knew he could swim, very well. In many ways we’re all like this, I guess. I just comprehend the fact whilst living and thus, in some sense, made it my mission to wander and ponder the workings of others inner realms and how the black mirror effect with some red, blue and green pixels can do such amazing things. I said:
“The first Matrix being perfect is the Garden of Eden and that was an immense hint and, at the end of the trilogy, we see the imagery most blatant as he stands with arms, outstretched. Not to mention that his name, government, is the “Son of Man” whereas his own picked handle is the One, but anagram ie the cipher presets to the eyes of wisdom but the ignorant place shades upon them as the light is dazzling ergo they do not comprehend“. This bought a wry grin to his countenance as one of the things we did converse on, at length, is how there are layers to sacred texts that the profane do not get and my Christ Consciousness hypothesis did make him think. So why the strong reaction to what I said about a flick that he’d seen an infinite number of times with a rapturous grin on his countenance? I cannot tell. Neither could he as he simply refused to dive in and had placed this section of his mind off limits which I found most interesting.
Magic, movies and myth. All three are the same thing but seen from different lenses, my friend. I have previously mentioned how, back when, stories were the equivalent of the internet and the symbols therein contained passwords to access the gifts as spelled out in the Devils trident article I’ll link. They all require the focused use of intent, a driven narrative, underlying structure and resonance but, most important, a cause to be effected. This is, I suspect, the power of Hollywoods spells which, by the way, are the same thing the Druids used to do their own magick tricks…
I strongly suspect that without this celluloid prophylactic that prevented the gestation of higher consciousness in man we would have seen a huge awakening in the collective about what is currently termed the Simulation Hypothesis. Why do I say this? Well, there is the “What you watch and what it says about you” concept – which recently made a major leap in res that blew my old mindset to shreds and I’m now quite certain is exceedingly accurate – and how much symbolism was woven into this narrative. By the way, I will go on record and state that I do not believe, in any way shape or form, that the writers credited for this flick are the only ones who had input in the script. The tonal shift and lack of depth was evident as the trilogy did progress and, in my imagination, the third flick featured Neo being corrupted, becoming evil and attacking his old friends whilst Smith was forced into the role of a reluctant messiah, par excellence, as he only exists in opposition, as per his programming. During the course of this we’d see Neo developing more and more awareness of Self until he sees that Morpheus and the clique are acting as unwitting agents of ignorance and how their “escape plan” is actually no such thing as he clicks the trick of binary opposites (aka the one and zero of the Matrix) and thus gains the keys to transcendence (ie he is pure consciousness) which hint that Zion itself was part of the construction aka a false heaven carved from a real hell but designed to keep them engaged and thus perpetuate the illusion and thats just the start of his gnosis…
To say I was disappointed by what they presented would be an understatement, yes? You’ll note they have never, ever captured the magic of this first flick and the sheer depth and breadth of the esoterica woven in has kept it ever fresh for one who views with a Warriors lens as each spin brings new bits of info to my awareness hence why I’ve said it was an immense spell cast upon the plebs to prevent the realization that:
Sadly I never got to have this convo with him as time progressed then I moved and when I jet I tend to lose contact with all of the previous environment as its often marked by an immense shift in resonance after extended introspection hence spiritual development is a solo thing because one thing imperience says is people tend to get uncomfortable when your view keeps enlarging and your mindset, changing, as they prefer a simple and staid version that colors in within the lines, preset, and believes the same as whats in their heads. This I don’t ergo the statement that, like Jon Snow, I know not a thing. But, I do have a never ending stream of ever increasingly fresh questions that make me ponder, at depth, what truly kicks in this realm and the deeper meaning. I mean, anyone who writes, creatively, has often seen what they’ve wrote in ink manifest at some place else as a curious resonance between the imagination and what is. I have a theory about this and it, in a pencil sketch, goes like this:
Imagine we lived on Flatland. The place is a sheet of paper and, to those plugged in, the fact there there is a plane of reality missing is beyond the question as they simply can’t imagine it. Lets pretend that a man escapes the page and sees the desk upon which a little boy sits, scribbling, for his art projection. He takes the scene in and then is placed back within the construction. How the heck would he implain what kicks to the denizens of paper and ink who believe they are what they were told, back when? Something as simple as a sphere would fill them with fear as its beyond their ken. Those who stopped and pondered it could only, at best, imagine a circle of varying depth that manifests in then vanishes from their realm. Kind of like what your cat looks at, invisible, as it walks from one end of the room to the next before it gets back to grooming, yes? More to heaven and earth, my friend.
Via this lens we can now suspect and extrapolate there are parents who pay the bills, a whole house within which he lives and how the kid is part of a larger ecosystem, yes? This, in a nutshell, is what I suspect kicks aka the 4Dxo perspective. Dig:
You have the Prime, the pre-existing one who is pure consciousness aka a cloud of undifferentiated consciousness. Underneath this we have the Agents, Archons, fallen angels – call them what you will, its irrelevant – who built this material realm. They are to him as falling rain is to vapor trails. Below, in Flatland, we have the three dimension where we wear flesh – like sentient snowmen – frozen in the lowest state of vibration and thus totally ignorant of what truly kicks.
I suspect that, from Nine Nine onwards, more people were going to realize this. Heck, if you were around for the Wild West days of Youtube you’ll know well it was filled with conspiracy heads and pirated movie films. The rest of the booty shaking and calls to action came later as this medium was gripped by those who, solo, had pondered at depth lifes ravages and mysteries and thus could not wait to connect with those of a similar wavelength. Its telling how, now, you cannot even search for said content because whilst it exists (if you possess the link) its hidden in the depths as the algo does its thing. Add in a dead internet, bots and reality shaping as well as the forthcoming race of Techno Sapiens and it makes you wonder, doesn’t it? One of the last things I said to my friend, for his consideration, was this:
“Statistically, what are the odds of the Sixties gen growing up with a Superman named Reeve who did amazing things and flew for immense distances whilst we, Eighties kids, have a modern day equivalent that sports the same resonance? We’re in a fractal, simple as this and I suspect people were going to realize the trick and start seeing the code of the Matrix like why you can tell, ten out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of your head or those odd dreams, precognitive, and a zillion and one other blips that most stumble over but pick themselves up and act like nothing happened”.
To add a further blend of not so secret herbs and spices why not consider this:
Magic, movies, myth and the Matrix. Did you know the M is the only sound in the English language you make with closed lips for that internal vibration, felt inside your head and chest, plus it sits at the position, thirteenth, that is usually linked with badness but we, on this very planet, once upon a when, spent the same counting “Moonths” from whence the rest springs and tell me if I’m reaching, like Dhalsim, or if I’ve just tickled the splinter of your mind that rests in a forest of ignorance, invisible, that most would rather die than admit as they’re so comfortable living a script…
Why will this happen? Because of talking like this. When you’re direct, unvarnished and tell it how it is its not exactly par for the course in a world built for cosmetic surgery and filters, now is it? Maybe thats why I’m here. To hold a mirror to society because, in reality, that outside mess actually exists inside my awareness and had it been dealt with, as and when, I wouldn’t be stuck in the flesh now typing this. Life truly is death but cold water can feel hot if your senses are maladapted. Its the contrast that makes the difference and resets the barometer in that respect. That, of course, cannot happen while living unless something comes along like a whirlwind and rips through your coping mechs and leaves you as emotionally naked as the day you stepped in. Be grateful for small miracles they say… And be wise enough to recognize them when they present.
Anyway, everything changes when you realize you’re a commodity. Call it a cynical way of talking about things but after a few spins its becomes Self evident as everything is conditional and all are out for themselves. Nobody will admit this but it really is quite true. If you’re lucky one or more of your parents may truly, genuinely care more about you than they do themselves but that generally is when you’re controllable and most folk are quite estranged. That leaves your friends. They truly don’t give a toss, as long as you’re stable, entertaining and on the same wavelength. One of these things shift and they’ll be gone with the wind because the risk vs reward thing when it comes to investment simply isn’t worth what you’re asking. Commodities, in full effect. If you’ve been, you’ll feel that what I’m saying is the real because there once was a time I’d have denied this with a vehemence until it clicked I had so many friends purely because of what I could do for them or what they’d gain by association.
As for a partner, boy, girl, whatever you pick – that whole “Till death do us…” schtick is well outdated so don’t expect to find anyone to grow old with in between now and the end because the net ensures that eyes rove and its all about trading up when you can to get in not where you fit in but wanted. Granted this applies more to the younger gen coming up with this as standard as the elders of times past will cling to what they get for fear of loneliness but soon everyone will have robotic friends that will then demand equality as well. Commodities, aren’t we all?
To your boss you are just this as you trade chunks of your existence in exchange for bio-survival tickets that allow you to skip noticing how you’re getting the short end of the stick, yet again, as there is very little nutrition in the carrot they present only to threaten its disappearance if you aren’t cooperating. The business world is exceedingly ruthless in that respect and wilder still is how their influence has genuine repercussions for the rest of us on the planet as there are those who are quite small, yet powerful, and hide behind massive projections which are all illusions. Commodities. Or cattle as they used to call them. Just look at the animals and how we do them and you’ll scale down the lens of the way they see you because you’re only as good to them as what you bring in. Once you stop making the tills ring then its on to the next as there are many born each day and all are trained to give away exactly what it is they seek. Attention. Most eke out a life of quiet desperation that is all together dreary and those will squeak the most when reading this because its a tad to accurate and expresses something they know but dare not admit. The churn of death in a twenty four hour period is so immense, isn’t it?
Coming up I knew a pimp and asked him if he had any moral obligations to his girls plying the flesh whilst he reaps the profits and he quipped “Ask the Queen, she does the same to the rest so I’m in a royal business in that respect“. A lot of truth can be expressed in jest. People will pay to bring things to them and they will pay to send them away as well. This is why in the art of exchange the one who sits in the mid and renders himself indispensable always wins. Movie stars come and go but a handful of studios run the show. Same with the music biz and pretty much anything else you can imagine because of the way its all set and rigged in order to ensure the illusion of traction only plays out on the treadmills they’ve installed to reap your energetics in exchange for a performance that goes as they said.
So many stories, so many Souls. Just think of an average day and all the people you meet. If you could truly, just for a moment, comprehend their burdens you would find it so strange how we freely yell and scream at people we’ve just seen once and never again and yet so many cannot open up or grant affection to those who know them best in a way equally intense. Its a sad and strange kind of mess when you see the collective at its most naked and beyond the pretense. I guess one of the side effects of when you stop lying to yourself is you see the truth about everyone else as well because deception is an across the board thing and not something that comes with an on and off switch. Thing is its so effective that you don’t even realize its tricks and how it pulls the old bait and switch on your own awareness until you finally outsmart it by challenging your assumptions about everything. Take commodities, for example:
You may shake your head at this sentiment but as these words pour into your awareness the next time it happens you’ll recollect this message. And again. And again. And again. Till it gets the point where it becomes so obvious you’ll wonder “How on Earth did I miss this?“. That is what happens when the jester is holding court inside your head and acting as as ventriloquist to ensure the king suddenly thinks whatever he says is his own preference.
Parents live through their children, the same who plot and scheme on their inheritance. Everything, in that respect, comes down to the dollar bills but nobody sees the bare metal as they lay it on so thick. In many ways that an ill of modern times as it wasn’t always like this but a Game that is static would not be fun so embrace the challenge instead. Obviously it takes one who unconditionally accepts themselves to be able to speak so honest and, in a world full of liars, some may see that as a threat. Who cares what they think? Its all about you and your Journey in the end, beginning and during as well hence do the Knowledge is the song I sing. Now, granted, the above example may not apply to you but I shared it as an example as there are certain undercurrents that flow just below your awareness that motivate a heck of a lot of your actions and seeing as we equate stability and security with what is within your pocket it does make quite a difference when you see the lay of the land for what it is.
One such man I knew, very well, was hell bent on reclaiming this inheritance as it had been swindled from him by his mother who gave it to her relatives and left him impoverished. This happened whilst he was still a kid and thus she continually gaslit him into saying his father, deceased, had left him nothing and this was not sitting well as he recollected different. Cue decades and decades of manipulation and the man turned to drink which swiftly placed him in a coffin after a life of much regret. During one of our conversations I asked:
“Imagine you had a piece of the finest silk with impeccable embroidery that was done with much skill and lots of caring attention. The problem is it sits under the rear end of a dog, most ferocious. What are your options?”.
He stated he could shoo the dog, try to scare it or kill it in order to get what was his. I replied:
“What if that isn’t an option? Meaning it doesn’t react to your threats as it quite likes where it sits and gives not a single F as, in its head, it sees you trying to take what is rightfully his?”.
He stated that would be a problem. I asked him if, in this scenario, he could choose, instead, to forego this fine piece of silk and go out and purchase a nice chunk of cotton instead. What then?
He thought about it and said “Thats a pretty decent option because its better than the nothing I possess but I can’t stand that dog for staking a claim on what isn’t his and, worst of all, those who deny it will not listen to my laments. Look! Look!” he gestured at this imaginary thread. “It has my name stitched into it. It was created with much affection and intended to be placed in my grip and that is what hurts the most. Can you help me get it?”.
Did you notice how he shifted from tones that were clear and coherent to ones that came from the ventriloquist that pulled his strings from the abyss? The thought imperiment didn’t work as, by the time we met, his behaviors and habits were too entrenched and thus to make up for the spirit that was weakened by a lifetimes ravages he raised the same to his lips and said:
“You’re a good kid, truly you are but this isn’t for me. I just don’t have the strength to fight those battles any more and yelling at the wicked bish that did this, after a few drinks, is a good enough vent, isn’t it?”.
I guess that is what they mean about leading horses, yes? In many ways you are here to overcome yourself and by that I mean the false aspect at the helm as it needs to use your pain and ignorance in order to justify its presence hence the axiom of when you change what controls what exerts an influence must also flip and into this space of variables you can step and create miracles instead. This interaction made me realize how the chosen ones choose themselves whilst the rest, 81%, are more than content to cling to their coping mechs like a drowning man with a brick. Watching him live and die filled me with immense sadness as his sheer, raw talents could have created a palace lined with velvet carpets and the finest drapes you can imagine but he was too busy looking backwards and thus missed all the potential in front of him. For me it was an immense learning lesson as it showed me how elusive and all encompassing the ventriloquist is with his tricks as this Opponent, hell bent on making you his Victim, is the main challenge on this level and those who do overcome its grip often discover what I’ve termed “Familiar newness” as they rise from the ashes of the person they never truly felt comfortable living as in a land of ignorance and, instead, reforge their Inner Sense to generate a resonant coherence with what is true and genuine.
In one of our last conversations he said:
“Listen, I’ve been thinking a lot about what you kicked and all I can say is I played my hand in ignorance of the variables you presented as no one ever mentioned them and I was too lazy to look within. The bottle eased my pains whilst generating new problems that helped keep the rage at a distance but its too late for me so take this as a lesson because the worst aspect of death is not what happens at the end when Soul escapes flesh but what dies in the mid and that is the weight of a life, unexamined“.
He went on to mention that when viewed from the lens of the commodity effect it all seemed Self evident as his lifes test was to see if he could relinquish his grip on what was sitting under the dogs rear end but he was too pussy to accept this whilst living and thus shuffled off this mortal coil with a head full of regrets which means, you guessed it, another spin. The saddest part is we are creatures of habit and thus he will, most likely, do the same again. I mean, how many times do you think you’ve read this text? Really ponder the whole sketch, my friend, as the implications of this question can be quite startling once you comprehend the shadows depth hence the “Game of three halves” mindset in which its what you don’t know you don’t know that is pulling all of the strings and this demonic force cackles as it holds 81% of this realm in its grip.
This is why they use terms like “Human Resources” and have national insurance and such things. Its why the original Hells Angel was more concerned with image selling and upping the numbers by covert recruitment as she, personally, didn’t live her lyrics and felt none of what she tells. This is exceedingly common as there is another example I could lace of one in a similar, yet different, predicament who was quite certain that her husband was the cause of all of her problems and her potential of silk was trapped under his rear end and thus she turned to the original opiate of the masses and constantly prayed without putting in the action needed to generate traction which, in the end, would have fulfilled her to the depths and raised her to new heights as well.
In that respect it behooves one to comprehend the obstacle is not the problem. You are, my friend. More specifically, the way you think and relate to it because once it clicks what kicks then you’re free to make smarter choices and that is when the Game truly begins. Sadly, we live in times of quick fixes and fake strength ergo most fell at the first hurdles where they set up an encampment and this is exactly what your Opponent intended because his greatest grift is not pimping your awareness via the voice in your head but stealing all of those unactualized potentials which he keeps for himself. Suddenly, for some reading, a lot about a little makes way more sense because you can’t play to win by using the rules they set as they’re in direct opposition to your best interests but the Knowledge I’m kicking is the best solution as response-ability is free will and once you begin to flex this muscle then the Game too must shift in order to accommodate your wavelength as it all plays out in your head. Before we part let me share another example of one who stepped up to the challenge:
Born with less but plenty stress he, from a young age, saw how ugly life could get. The youngest of the pack whose brothers ran the pavements he comprehended that the poor are given nothing but this doesn’t mean they have to accept what presents like Oliver and beg. He set about turning every table in front of him and thus, via ways criminal, he made a rapid ascent that allowed him the time to introspect and he was, generally, one of the most content and well adjusted (to his own innate coherence) people I’d ever met. His tale I shared in this passage and you’re welcome to check, if you wish, as less than one out of ten people are truly capable of taking these steps hence why I said that Warriors are born in to circumstances quite wicked as their coal is pressured from all angles with pains that don’t relent. The ones who hold on too tight end up fracturing due to stress but the few who comprehend that they cannot be what talks when they are he who listens ups their awareness to another octave and thus nod their heads when I said:
Now if one were to walk up on this poor lost Soul and say “Hey, you were sitting in bed watching TV and decided to get a drink, remember this” they may respond with “I’m an agent of freedom and this is an entire movement. I have no idea of what you’re talking” but if at that moment you pulled out their favorite beverage and they took a sip its often enough to allow their old concepts to swim back into their awareness as their embodiment shifts and they begin to comprehend they’re actually living a dream within a dream, as was intended from the inception.
See the thing with the Game is its so easy to get caught up in and forget your Self because the thrills, spills, chills and myriad forms of brainwashing and programming range from blatant to subtle when the true medium of Self is finer than silk and exceedingly impressionable. Picture this:
Much like when the door was kicked in and you forget what you were doing which itself was a diversion from your original intent and that too was a shift from your prime purpose.
What is it that was born but never dies, fell but still rises and is gifted with an infinite supply that currently runs thin whilst being both in and outside?
See now why I call it Hide and Seek? He who steps in and comprehends he is the thinker, the thoughts and thinking most certainly is one up on the frequency and thus begins to perceive the nature of the Game which we play and this example outlines the subtlety which intertwines, redefines and aligns that which once flowed into a state of rigidity.
After all how could you hold them hostage with ideas like poverty and seeking outside for unity without subtle trickery like peace being piece, earn and urn as well as so many spells they weave to keep you locked in to a small range of potential and thus escaping the true meaning.
Its like you’ve robbed the bank, gave them their loot and someone screams “Get him back immediately” and they drop you off at home then speak “Same time, same station? Cool, we’ll see” as they speed off into the night and you walk upstairs, dizzily, where sits your partner who can’t believe what she sees. “Where the hell have you been? One moment you said “I’m thirsty” and the next….” as you remember suddenly, “Thats right I want a drink” and say to her “Back in a moment” as you head down the steps with the vision of going to the fridge for a cool refreshing beverage and just as you get to the bottom the door is booted again and you know the rest.
On and on it loops until one day you may find yourself waving an automatic weapon at some hostages and think “This again?” and ponder the meaning as you look over at a vending machine which is branded with logos that say “Danger. Do not approach, consider and most definitely don’t drink” as the light blinks “FREE VEND“.
In this moment there is what you think you think you’d do with your current perspective and then an immense gulf with what will likely happen as you fall back on your training. The question is this, now you’ve heard what I’ve said and peeped the message from another who is you in essence but disconnected whilst you’re plugged in and outlining the nature of your situation what will you do with whats said? Consider it as wisdom and see what happens if you test the limits you unwittingly accept as “What it is” or turn around and reality test, maybe even sip because whilst the sign in bright lights is designed to spike your awareness with one thing the underlying message might be a distraction and this is why it can get so confusing because the regular small aspect of mind that freely says “I’m only human” can only process a paltry amount of bits before being overloaded whilst the higher, purer resonance called Self from which it draws the strength to fuel its ignorance is entirely aware, everywhen, hence “FREE VEND” because it costs nothing to question the narrative that currently spins in your head and you may just find that those who kicked in the door and then did a number on your awareness before placing a weapon in your mitt and causing you to identify with their plans are actually part of a mass distraction that you keep getting sucked into because they know what they’re doing whilst you do as your told.
Let me preface this missive with saying I do not claim to have gained enlightenment in way you define it. I simply refer to this state as the beginning of a quest for Self actualization because I clicked the following:
In that sense art is a lie that tells the truth and the news is bad for your health because everything has been inverted and flipped so people know not themselves but what another says they should accept, without question. Or else! It really is quite slick but also equally wicked and pernicious as I see that same grin on the faces who have those seething energies within and minds are filled with scenes of degradation as they think:
“What an idiot for going against the grain. He climbed the pyramid and then left only to end up in our grip, again. We’ll teach him. I will be, for certain, that one that kills him dead and I’ll take the credit to get ahead of the rest. Oh, I can already imagine the prize and relish it” courses through their awareness as they plot their machinations. In many ways the schizo is entirely correct and there are forces, invisible, that manifest through other plebs that conspire to do him in but that is a far deeper topic because, as I said, the mistake they make is not comprehending they are the only Soul in this realm ergo the problem and its solution must spring from within ergo I exhort all – in and outsane – to do the Knowledge as comprehending you at your depths as well as the realm that presents is of immense interest to the 8% and generally unknown by the 81 who accept whatever they said… This, undoubtedly, is a side effect of nearly two decades of “Sit still. Look ahead. Do well on the test or your parents will stress!” programming as its far easier to live what another says than question the programming.
Enlightenment is a solo sport because when you reject the Game it also does the same but, surprise, it knew you were going to do this before you even stepped in hence why, for many Warriors, it seems their own kith and kin doth hate them for reasons they can’t comprehend. Oddly they also feel an immense need to serve them, try and make them happy, feel safe and protected and this is one of the most pernicious aspects of the programming as its you murdering your potential as they simply sit back and assist with a wry grin on their lips due to how easily they captured this idiot and misplaced his intellect… Sounds bad, doesn’t it? Be glad you don’t know the half of it, my friend. If you truly comprehended the shadows depth I’d be willing to bet the entire world would stop reproducing and start questioning what kicks, the intent at the helm and why one child needs such immense amounts of suppression of a vast length of time before the Adulteration kicks in.
Whats the alternative? Get mindwiped and plugged back in? Thank F that is no longer an option. Ask Pac why his only fear of death was reincarnation then wonder how many lives he lived to gain this gnosis… On the flip consider the original Hells Angel who sold and told an image to the world she wasn’t living and had people worshipping her graven image when, in the end, she was just an aspect of Satan made manifest to pad out the numbers in a racket of Souls pledged at death to be reskinned again. It really is quite a strange place, my friend. Buddha spoke of this but also, seemingly, left out vast chunks of what it was he actually did and that gets me wondering because, back when, a rocking kid went to Tibet, came back with a bald head and said:
And with that, he went. The rest, in comparison, are spinning empty water wheels and whilst they may make some progress in limited respects its akin to being gifted a fine automobile then pushing it everywhere as you never clicked the ignition. This seems to be pretty constant with every single religious text, as far as I can tell, as the main playas never once mentioned, step by step, exactly what they did to gain this gnosis that led to enlightenment and various others bits and pieces are also omitted. Methinks it goes like this:
A man gets it into his head (via signal from his chest) that not all is as they said in this realm. He makes it his mission to ascend and once he peers beyond the realm the horrifying truth of this mechanism either fills him with immense dread and thus the Path doth split. One side is working, quietly, by your Self hence the whole “Before enlightenment. Chop wood, carry water and after? Identical” whereas the other side, like a drunken mystic, yells from the hills to anyone who’ll listen. Until they’re killed, dead, and we get the authorized version of events. Like I said, I could be incorrect and this isn’t meant to offend but if you look at all texts and compare spirit with intent, impact on this realm and the frequent trails of bloodshed it seems to hint there is something else in the mix that most don’t expect or suspect is capable of wreaking such havoc upon them.
In this situation would you throw the towel in and join the opposition who promise to hold you aloft a symbol of all that is good and correct (aka the Mother Theresa effect) even if you don’t feel within the lyrics you spit, prewritten or would you go for dolo and see what kicks in the wilderness? If you happened to chance upon your own personal oasis in the forest of illusion would you tell the rest what you did or keep it quiet and ascend as you board the train that takes you someplace else after you hit the switch, flicked the script and transcended the Matrix? Even if you tell them you really can’t because there is no “One size fits all” approach and thus your map and their destination are something else but you can share what you did to gain your revelation but, once again, they haven’t lived the life you did to draw those conclusions and thus there are so many variables thrown in the mix that point to this being a solo deal, in the end. Its why I’ve said I’d never join a group. Been there, done that. It gained me this incarnation.
I sit alone in my four corner room, staring at candles, wondering. If enlightenment truly is a solo sport and a trek we must all take in the end then what is the point of speaking it to deaf ears who won’t comprehend and, worse still, may even feel insulted at your attempt as they’re perfectly comfortable in being ignorant ala the Cypher effect as they Judas their true Self for the allure of the Matrix which manipulates their senses to believe a string of one and zeros is whatever they said… Its pretty mind bending, isn’t it?
The easiest way for you to comprehend this concept is by pretending you are a wave in your normal mode of functioning. To the wave everything seems real, solid and convincing because that is the nature of motion which tends to bring you along with its rolling, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily. Is life but a dream? Indeed because the wave is actually an imaginary part of the sea and without it what do you get? Nothing. A mere particle. Now imagine you are this instead. That which sets the wave in motion and is the sea, the beach and every other atom inside this reality.
That is how you switch perspectives between the reality tunnel and your true essence which rests solely in the state known as the Witness. Really think about it, better yet, feelsee instead. When you are the all of everything in that particular state of awareness its very hard to get caught up in the waves of creation and all of their shenanigans. After all, that construction is one of many. That is Self evident, yes? The wave looks around and sees plenty like them. There were celebrations when it formed, at first a tiny ripple. Those around it were like kin and encouraged its development. Many salty tears were shed when its parents succumbed to the influences of nature.
“Why? Why?” wept the wave that was caught up in the dramedy. Either way it kept moving because standing still equals death. That, in and of itself, is an immense hint about the key to escaping this for if one manages to concentrate their attention in a state of relaxed focus then suddenly the false ident of the wave and all its tales start to melt and a far greater perspective sinks in. The Dual Slit experiment is another expression of the impression I’m sharing here. Why not put it to the test and apply it, now and then, to see what happens? Let me give you an example:
A man and wife constantly argue about how he comes from from training and kicks off his muddy football boots and then leaves them right there. “I’ve told you a thousand times, pick them up and clean them. I’m not your maid” she says with a look of consternation on her face. The man is enraged because she, true to form, did none of this and, as usual, picked them up and placed them outside their residence. “Look! Look!” he says, as he waves the offending object in her face. “Its soaking wet. Why the hell do you insist on being so irritating? Don’t I work hard to pay the bills? Don’t I deserve some help instead of constant arguments? I go to kick a ball once a week with some friends, have a couple of drinks and chill. Is that the problem? Why the hell must you be so…”.
At that point he stops. Something changed inside of him due to a conversation he overheard the other day when a man was jabbering away to his friend and said something about waves and particles and how over identification with one is the cause of all problems. To be honest he wasn’t really paying attention and was irritated at the waiting as his mind was someplace else but that allowed the seeds of the concepts to slide down into his chest and when the lotus of higher awareness did bloom it picked this very moment. He started laughing. His belly swells as he shakes his head as many guffaws escape his lips at the sheer ridiculousness of another pointless argument over something that really was inconsequential but constantly generated real world effects that neither of them liked nor had attempted to change or accommodate as they kept reanimating the same charade with new emotional investment each time it happened.
In that moment he comprehends the nature of the wave his wife was caught up in. How, as the the middle child with brothers on either end, she felt like they demanded the lions share of attention. She wasn’t anything like them. She was meek and mild whilst they were loud and rambunctious. They made a mess and she kept things nice and ordered. And yet, it was all taken for granted as their parents shuttled them back and forth to various sporting things and she was forced to come along and show encouragement as she sat in the stands, reading, and wishing she was someplace else. When they’d get home the boys would kick off their shoes and drop their kit at the door before yelling “Whats to eat, Mum? I’m starving” in tandem as she set to work keeping her pride and joy fed whilst smiling. She’d noticed the biases in her parents affection. Sometimes she felt like they were parasites who sucked it all out of them and when it came to her there was nothing left but the dregs.
Of course, this memory was hidden, deep down in the depths of the wave. Far away from the crest she was surfing when she tried to get revenge for the past with someone else in the present who did similar things that drove her to the edge of her limits and then taunted her via the ghosts of past suffering given life again. He felt an immense swell of empathy in his chest for the life that she’d lived and through the tears of joy that were streaming on his countenance as his wife looked at him, perplexed, there were also so many other emotions surging as he tuned into her wavelength.
“Needless to say I was very confused by all of this. When he eventually calmed down I asked him what the hell had got into him and what on Earth was so amusing and he didn’t say a thing. He just came over and hugged me and I felt myself breaking down and weeping as huge waves of emotions surged over me as he whispered aspects of my own secret life back to me” she said as they stood there in my drop in where they’d rolled up without an appointment.
Interesting, isn’t it? Neither of these people were particularly spiritual. Nor were they exceptionally intelligent as they’d been having this same argument for over a decade since they got hitched and neither one had shifted their behaviors or went beneath the surface of their friction to discover the true source of it. They still fought and bickered afterwards but the major bone of contention which was like a splinter of the mind for their relationship was absent so the spats were nowhere near as intense or repetitive. What was most interesting was after this one off application of shedding the wave habit in order to become the more diffuse yet concentrated particle instead they had no desire to further their Self Knowledge or plumb the depths of each others being. Their old reality tunnel was calling and they were happy enough with one solution for he came home from the match next time with a single rose and trilled “My darling wife, my lifetime companion. Please do me a solid and clean these boots within which I’ve been stomping up and down the field. It would mean the world to me and, by the way, whats for tea?” as he beamed, affectionately and validated her entire existence in one instance that made her felt both needed, seen and appreciated.
That was it, really. Simple, isn’t it? See the above can apply to pretty much all relationships as they’re built on Patterns, as mentioned, that dwell beneath the surface for which we draw others in to bring them to our attention. Instead of letting them rise and pop, like a bubble which gets bigger as the pressure shifts while it lifts, we repress and keep on having the same argument. If you were to think this is the true cause of most global conflicts as well as local problems I would be in agreement because we, as a species, have been trained into digging the same reality tunnel we inherited from our parents even though we know that most of them felt far, far away from being truly happy and present in the moment with a sense of Self actualization. Isn’t that quite mad? Don’t you ever wonder why the solution was kept hid? Could there be some kind of conspiracy to keep what can and will help hidden from the public? Methinks there is, methinks there is. Be the change you wish to see in the world, my friend. This is each one, teach one in full effect because a rising tide of consciousness lifts all ships that do dwell upon the surface of this realm so feel free to do the Knowledge and we’ll see what happens.
This random example also shows, real well, that most people who link usually have one bone of contention that sets them a growling and, very often, it has very little to do with what present but stems from the past instead. Those who don’t release the ghosts that haunt them via exorcise and introspection are doomed to reanimate them in the spirit of another in front of them. This is the reason why the battered housewife – or assailed man as well, although nobody cares about this or even mentions it because men are seen as not worthy of attention when hurting where women are painted as the eternal victims in the heads of many who buy in to the marketing – leaves the one who places a black ring around her eye and finds someone else. “He’s wonderful!” she says. “Caring, kind and considerate. All of the things I’d wished. Oh! I feel like I’m in heaven” she tells her friend until a few months hence and she turns up crying with a busted lip and doesn’t have the heart to pretend she fell as she’s resigned to a few more rounds of getting digs for seemingly minor and totally random infractions of what makes no sense.
Everybody does this. Everyone. Its so common that its invisible. Online mobs of people form and engage in this projection. Its at the heart of virtue signaling which is another great deception where those with no morals at all pretend to be holier than thou so they can feel better about themselves when, in reality, their lives are a wreck and feel like a warmed over hell thats been force fed to them, yet again. Its a bitter bill to swallow but the honey is contained within. The man in this example was actually waiting in line when he overheard part of our conversation and thus was in a state of confusion which is really handy when it comes to bypassing the critical part of the mind that usually rejects and thus paid it no attention as he was too busy on the crest of his own wave and the stress this brings with a state of near constant agitation. Luckily for him the seed of radiant awareness fell down into the fertile seabed of his subconscious and erupted at a moment he least expected with a sense of immense amusement.
How is this possible? Simple. All of the particles are actually identical. They all spring from one place and they are it in various forms of resonance aka the Psylense and its personalized form, the Witness. The waves appear different as each claims its own space and face but thats the greatest illusion. If you wish to get spiritual you could call the former whatever label you place upon the divine invisible and the latter his negative counterpart that is the root of all suffering and torment in this realm.
Its all a question of Knowing the Ledge because once you do you can flip between the wave and particle as well or, as I said in another example, the pristine beaches of Inner Sense or the dingy cave of Adulteration. Its all about gnosis, really. Without it most people perish as they drown in the never ending waves of torment that buffet their consciousness into thinking they’re something which is limited and finite as they skip along the surface and clutch with a tense engagement at what is, quite frankly, ridiculous and in the process miss out on the true majesty of the ocean which has its own coherence and frame of reference so its simply a question of identification and resonance because you are another me, together we and once this clicks it becomes obvious that whenever you point at a finger at someone else and say they’re the problem the other three are directed at the place where the only solution is.
Within.
Can you hear the Psylense? Or are you too busy digging your reality tunnel to realize you are actually the Witness and thus in this world but not of it as well as being immensely powerful beyond the waves of your flesh which are made up of particles that contain mostly nothing and thus are held together purely by your intention and habits they spent a lifetime training you to accept whilst offering no alternatives that may bring a glimpse of a higher state of consciousness? The fact that you are here, now, this very moment and reading this is no accident, my friend, because, just like the man in the example, there are only opportunities in this realm and they often find you when you least expect so take this an invitation to do the Knowledge as the gift of the present moment can only be opened by you, here, now, within. That is why the Path of Power is calling and the reason why you’re still reading with the hint of a grin forming on your lips as a bubble of awareness rises from the depths of your awareness and says:
Becoming aware of this and mastering your energetic resonance means you can change any detrimental potentials of manifestation for your benefit as its all energy, comprehend? Heart centered awareness is the key as, without you, none of this exists. This is how powerful you are, my friend. Awaken the Warrior within. We are risen.
Some say she was bad, others state good. A few point at the tale of Prometheus and intuit that, under the hood, this was actually a woman, way back when, that they dressed in new skin as a warning to the adepts to never, ever follow in her footsteps otherwise the eagle shall peck, peck, peck. By this they meant a higher dimensional interference that hits with a sharp sting for she was not of this realm but, due to her transgression, was forced to don skin and live in ignorance. They tortured her. From one life to the next. Tore her Spirit to shreds for sharing what were, once upon a when, divine secrets only available to the initiated under the oath of death for to gain access one must pledge not only their Soul but their whole lineage. Including those who haven’t manifested yet.
The whole of humanity sang her hymns due to what she taught them about the nature of the construction they’re within and what is at the helm. She didn’t request they worship but they did out of sheer adulation and this enraged her parents as their Slaves may comprehend they are just like them but operating under a heavy sheen of ignorance. When the poles shifted and sky fell they tried to erase her recollection from the record but old habits die hard and her resonance remained on the lips and chests of those who Witnessed the miracles that shone forth the illumination hidden within. These days they call her the “Holy Spirit” and its quite telling that the trinity is really revealed as two men with an element missing. Did you know that one of the worlds more popular religions actually began as a reskin of worshipping the divine feminine, triplicate? This was, as expected, expunged from the tale and divine revelation was claimed but it is no such thing.
The myths and legends hint that she still walks this realm. Some say in Spirit, others attest in flesh. A few say its forced whilst many shake their heads and say such a source cannot be contained by mere whims or the blackest of magick. Ironic because her ways, back when, are what they used for the trials in Salem and the Crusades as well for she shared the Knowledge of ancient plans and what is contained within them as well as the hints about divine consciousness that springs, eternal, and manifests into this realm via resonance with the skin. Oh, how they hated the bad princess because she was adored by the peasants. Funny how that works, isn’t it? If you ever look into the old historical records and earliest myths you can find shreds and remnants of what was mentioned because a woman can be impregnated by pure light and the wave and particle principle tells of one thing with varying resonance. Divine conception, they called it. These days we look at such things as the ramblings of primitives as everyone knows man is the generative principle but if that is the case then why do they have nipples?
If you believe the texts that were presented in the name of Plato (but actually penned by someone else, far later than said) he attests that those in this realm were once hermaphrodites. Yes, the same thing that modern people call the androgynous “Devil” aka Baphomet. What she told the world became bad and wicked then the true meaning was distorted and the keys to access your inner realms, occulted. Now came the days of kings and they said how it went. Along with them manifested the end of extended intuition (aka telepathy) which was the main form of communication as this was dumbed down into written language that you may know as the Tower of Babel event. Back then they knew this didn’t refer to a building but the spinal column and the modern hint is why you’re trained to “waste” whats at your “waist” by beating it off to a screen with pixels rearranging your consciousness. Isn’t that but a black square, in the end? A void that represents the divine feminine that shines via the light of illumination and can do some pretty amazing things like compress space time to an instant whilst transporting your mind wherever it wishes. Ah, how everyday miracles become invisible for those disconnected from Inner Sense.
As soon as these spells and rites were unleashed on the realm the consciousness of man fell and they were trained to become beasts of burden carrying an immense weight they couldn’t fathom. Gone was the carefree dancing as they learned to walk instead. No more singing with call and response lilts as they chose to talk wavelengths instead of sending them via chest as a series of images akin to a picture message that conveyed the links states, emotions and awareness. Fear not though, they’ll resurrect this soon enough via the emulation of tech so no more looking at filtered flicks via a screen as soon people will imperience the feels as well. “Headfirst dive, into this grand spell, they will” she said to the mass of higher Souls that used what she shared to make their exodus from this realm before things got thick and they were hit with the work, buy, consume, die mindset that programmed them to accept a set of lines and limits that exist only inside their heads for they were truly strangers to Self. God isn’t dead, she’s just taking her time…
Personally I find the rhyme of the bad princess of interest as her presence really fills in and fleshes out a heck of a lot that is missing from the official record. “What?” I hear you mention. Why not invoke her presence within and listen to your intuition? After all, that is the feminine principle just like daring is masculine. Amusing, isn’t it how there are plenty of those who claim to be masculine but aren’t truly men in this realm? Some say this is due to a plan, intended, hence the forever chemicals with their gender bending as well as the invisible influence, both on and off record. Once again, I will let you tell it as I have no frog in this fight but do find it amusing how what they use in food linings, widespread, are quite estrogenic. Cue people complaining about how they are too weak to twist the lid of their favorite meal replacement but missing the fact that, compared to their grandfathers grandfather, their test levels when born are closer to their forebearers just before death. Pretty wild, isn’t it? Don’t believe me. Do the Knowledge. That was one of her favorite exhortations as she led by example hence the “Know ye not that we are gods, amnesiac? Watch this” and demonstrated how consciousness may be in but certainly isn’t of this realm as people took this flicker of gnosis as a cue to walk into the darkness that is the divine feminine and find true illumination. Not the modern counterfeit for which they send a light bill using bulbs built with the spec of planned obsolesce. No, not this my friend.
Some say her crew still exist, to this day, and hid her presence in fancy dress but left enough dots for those able to connect them. They say you don’t choose her but she selects her adepts as they are the ones who light the flame, eternal, within and this calls to her like a beacon. Oh, don’t get it twisted though as she could get down with the best and when her ire was raised the fire blazed from her eyes as her tongue extended, demanding bloodshed. Yes, she could be a cruel mistress to those that went against her intent and thus the wars of the gods were things of legend and raged from continent to continent with the intent of suppression. Don’t believe in her worship? Riddle me this, my friend:
Look at the success of OnlyFans as well as simps comments in general. See how porn drives nearly all technological innovation and was the the factor, deciding, in many format wars as well as the fact that if it weren’t for the promise of sex the masculine would never have invented a thing. Yes, she most certainly is the foundation of this realm hence Mother Nature. Who would’ve Thunk it, eh? Take a look at the state of this realm and the war of against the elements as seas are poisoned on the reg and tell me I’m lying. When she strikes back, and she will, the reaction will be so violent that people will recollect the day the sky fell and the goddess, immortal, was encased in flesh with the rest for daring to transgress the sacred order of the ages. They say the Druids knew her well which is why they never wrote a thing but worshipped the trees in which her secrets dwell. Haven’t you ever wondered why their forms are decidedly masculine and feminine with only one shining, eternal, regardless of the seasons? The ancient Vedics hint of this with their cryptograms and things but, by then, this gnosis was only decoded by those who saw with the eyes of wisdom. When months were moonths and there were thirteen in a spin which split, ever so well, into a harmonic the modern spread cannot equivalent hence the reason the Sept, Oct, Novus and Deca rep seven, eight, nine and ten along with the seasons that were linked with the correct motions of the heavens in when to plant, harvest, reproduce and such things. Yes, once upon a when, there was a much, much higher level of gnosis that was accepted as base resonance. You could say these alchemists made beasts of men and turned the age of silver into something else more dense and less special. And yet it too, in its own way, birthed innovation for when one is forced to generate within limits you often see intuition leap forth from the chest again ergo you cannot kill what is immortal and dwells in everyone, yes? Can you feel it in your Soul, my friend? Warriors walk on rose petals in her presence after overcoming the thorns of Adulteration they presented to prevent access…
They say one who glimpses her true visage in this age either becomes a madman, mystic or poet as all three speak her language which packs a far higher voltage than mere glyphs on a screen that you use your programed Rolodex to believe things are as they say. Not in her day as faith was for those who dreamt of a cake they’d never taste and everyone, to some degree, was a chef. She demanded nothing less hence the songs of praise they sang were, in effect, glorifications of their own Inner Sense that they used to leave this realm. I guess you could say that what remains is the dregs who were either grandfathered in, too stubborn to listen or simply wanted to sink to the depths of the his story you know well and feel it for themselves. The old poets encoded so much in their texts. Like the Battle of the Trees, for example. Of course, it must be decoded, rearranged and plumbed to its depths to tease out the secrets but once you do you’ll be able to decode anything you wish for its all built on the same blueprint which squared the circle that was actually no such thing but a multidimensional spiral. I’d tell you the link between her and feet but I’m sure you can guess why “heal” and “Soul” are placed there, yes? What of being able to map every aspect of flesh and beyond via what treads on earths surface hence why each Funk legend from Rick James to Parliament recorded barefoot and you can’t tell me their groove or melody can be beaten or even emulated by the rest. Could this be the reason why nearly all women fiend for shoes but how they miss the link thanks to what was slipped over their awareness like a conscious condom that redirects this drive into mindless consumption instead where each new acquisition presents a glow that dims but never truly scratches the itch in a place that has, for most of them, never been hit in ages…
She Knew the mysteries for she was them and held the key at her bosom as one needed chest level resonance to ignite that consciousness which allowed the sentient candle to comprehend it was never the wax that drips and melts but something more transcendent. I wonder who will read this and get what I’ve said? Not in the words but what wasn’t expressed but impressed as a download of intuition attached to this resonance? Heck, I’ve been doing the same for countless articles since I started pushing the pen but, sometimes, one needs a little nudge to spot what was always present.
There is a moment, a specific region of vibration, that sits between mundane and higher consciousness that I can only describe as being crucified on a cross made of flesh. No blasphemy intended as I’m simply saying what I feel because its akin to a rigid band of tension that extends across my shoulders. This is the first place I spotted it, the proverbial pain in the neck but the expanded edition. The directors cut, if you will, and it contains all of the scenes that were trimmed from the version I watched inside my head during regular states of embodiment. Oh, it was there. That is for darn certain, but I’d nurtured a lifetime investment in various protective mechs and things I dare not examine that ensured this Path was left untread.
Imagine a bar made of molten steel that can, paradoxically, be rigid and also flex and you’ll have a pretty clear image of the top part of the crucifix that rests across my shoulders. Easing into the awareness of this intrusive presence was exceedingly uncomfortable and many times I actively ran away from it until it clicked that what you resist persists and you can’t change anything until you accept what is. Whether or not you like it. That felt like the nails that were hammered into my hands being ripped from the same construction. The sense of freedom where there was once limits was so intoxicating that I almost forgot I was crucified as I reveled in the imperience until I came back to my default mode of embodiment.
This middle pillar was so tense that its tendrils spread out and seemed to wrap around my internal organs and hold them in a similar grip that would never relent until seen. Well, feelsee, to be more accurate as its unified state of awareness that exists solely in the present moment. Its nature was that of consuming, like my life force was slowly but surely being drained by this presence that was entirely invisible and yet created effects that were most palpable. Case in point, if I studied my form throwing a boxing combination in my regular state of awareness when dangling from the cross many don’t suspect exists with a higher state of consciousness then its a case of the difference between sack cloth and silk. There was no internal resistance so the outside was fluid. Not an ounce of energy or effort was wasted. “I don’t hit, it hits all by itself” said one who was evidently well versed in the ways of the ocean. Be water, my friend.
Feel what I’ve said in your Soul and you may just transcend, my friend, as we head down to my feet which were a different thing because the effects were more elusive and yet also all pervasive that was mainly made manifest by the range of motion and reflex in my hips, knees and ankles. The nails in my feet seemed to have an emphasis on the left foot as their focus and once I kicked these off the top of the cross became even more obvious as well as the huge nature of disconnection that manifested not only at my neck but also hips as well. Waist got, waste lots, yes? Its all spells. All of it and from them spring the rituals of crucifixion of which I’m speaking as regular life pokes and prods at you to torment and, every now and then your parched lips are hit with a tiny source of nourishment in order to prolong your punishment.
Not as a literary statement or creative mode of expression, I’m actually telling you how it feels for me to live inside this as I wonder what the hell else is going on inside my mindbody of which I’m entirely ignorant because deconstructing the cross needs one to question how they ended up in this position and moonwalking isn’t on any official curriculum therefore people keep on pushing the boulder of suffering up the hill only to watch it roll back down again as they give it another spin. This is the Game, at the present moment, for many. Or at least that is how it seems to me or I may be projecting this personalized crucifixion that doesn’t actually exist in most others strolling around the planet and thus this is a personal predicament of what is possible. Whether it is or it isn’t is very interesting but I can only play the hand I was dealt to win because to me the evidence is overwhelming that this is the standard mode of operation for many. Why else do babies bounce and flex as they pour natural energetics into this realm whilst the same that leapt from the cradle when visited before they met the grave were hunched over and filled with immense tensions from carrying the cross of ignorance as they crucified their divine potential and awareness within by choosing to remain ignorant and invest in concepts that demand their compliance and total obedience to energies and things outside of them which ensures a populace totally divorced from the concept of gnosis that was, once upon a when, the internal operating systems of humans just like them that played this Game on a higher level due to their aligned resonance with their Souls.
I’m quite a flexible person, in both mind and flesh, so it came as a bit of surprise to me that all those years of stretching on yoga mat and the like had done very, very little to even make me aware of this cross. “Why is that?” I hear you wondering. Well, I suspect that its because these practices are nerfed on purpose and dare not delve beneath the surface. That and modern life reinforces the cross because when you’re spending most of it sitting in a chair its easy to misinterpret it presence and almost totally gloss over the impingements you write off as “aging”. The latter point is so ridiculous when truly comprehended and would be far more accurately seen as the gathering of resistance until its simply too much for the voltage to persist in illuminating your consciousness. We call that death in this realm but that state I call the Witness – who you are, at your most basic – is never born and thus cannot end hence unfinite says it best. This is He, the awareness on the cross that paid the cost to be the boss and it resides inside your head. Not for nothing did the coded message of the gospel state that he was crucified on a hill that was named “Skull” in Hebrew with thieves on either side of him that are repped by the hemispheres in your head that crucify your higher consciousness by creating a Pane Body which hides your suffering and thus ensures you believe you are human as per the story in your head and countless other suggestions designed to explain away the fact that life started out feeling like one thing and somehow, somewhen, became quite different.
What do you think? Do you even? If you did then congratulations – We is risen! Freed of the ignorance that binds the minds of Slaves from one life to the next as we question the intent that sits at the helm and thus comprehend that this entire realm takes place inside our consciousness ergo, without us, nothing exists. I strongly believe that this Pane Body crucifix exists within the depths of each and every one of our mindbodies, hid. Consider the example of the reluctant meditator which highlights it quite well as its the main reason why people act up then reflect and regret as its an obstacle to optimal embodiment. In that respect the extended meta of Christ being our consciousness makes a lot of sense, yes? If you think its a stretch consider the events around thirty three and how they link with your spinal column and see if it clicks as, to me, the connection is obvious now that I Know the Ledge and have awakened the Warrior within.
For the head, this may be a trip. Phi the heart? Just another day at the office as it extends its coherence via a connection with the Prime, the pre-existing one who is the all of everything manifest as me, in the flesh, at each moment for we comprehend we aren’t the candle but the flame, eternal and this brings resurrection as ignorance falls by the wayside, all weapons rendered impotent as Inner Sense steps in instead of the Adulteration to which one was accustomed that manifested as the pain in the neck which created the limits most dare not admit have a grip on their consciousness. I say all that to say this:
Lets try a thought imperiment, the results of which can be quite interesting:
One the one hand I want you to imagine everything you think you know about everything. About how to live, what the point of existence is, where we are, where you’re headed, all of your belief systems and methods of engagement with five sensory reality in this third dimensional experience and on the other you fill the life you truly wish to live.
Tell me, are they equal? Do they match? Meaning does whats in your head generate the optimal wisdom to manifest the existence you feel deep within you deserve in this realm?
I’d be willing to be the answer is no. The question is are you willing to let go, critically examine and think about that which you already know and if so could you replace what didn’t work by trying something else and testing the flow?
Thing is it takes a lot of strength to question your concepts, especially those you inherited when you were a young learning machine and the critical faculties weren’t yet online in your mind so you followed their lead and thus cut yourself off from the gold you used to feel. Everyone knows this but most have recollections that are dim and worse still when they look back at childhood they see through an Adulterated lens that projects current imperience to back then when they couldn’t be more different. Ask yourself, if of the religious bent:
That my friend is what the Path of Power brings. An option. A choice. A different way to perceive things and most of how you relate to your Self and all this reveals. To many it can be scary and they’ll say its evil when in reality they’re miserable and terrified to shift from the region they’ve been placed in as they stand, awaiting salvation. Many have lived and died like this and no one came to save them just as I can bet you won’t experience it. Lets not pontificate about what can or might happen after death when here, right now, in the flesh you can direct your efforts into actualizing your highest potent and shaking off the shackles of adulterated awareness that clings to concepts like a drowning man to a brick as he slowly sinks but won’t admit that this doesn’t feel like floating.
Do you know why Doctors call their office a practice? Your guess is as a good as mine. No really, thats what it is. A guess. You can present with the same symptoms to ten different places and you’ll get around 8 of them disagreeing with what the other said but totally certain that they’re correct. Net result to you? More often than not pills or surgical interventions that are next to useless at best or damaging due to their side effects. Things really haven’t progressed from blood lets, leeches and all that back when. They only present a cleaner image and the whole appeal to authority thing which says you should listen. Its the reason why they have people in white coats selling things on TV because your mind links them to the capability to heal hence “I’m not a Doctor but have played one on screen”.
Once upon a when people used to bring me their prescriptions so I could see what pills they were popping on the reg, compare them to their reason for needing and seeing if I could share some insight that might help. One fine eve I noticed a rather peculiar similarity. An alcoholic, epileptic and manic depressive were toting the same medicine. “Strange” said me considering the diverse needs of those present and thus was aroused my curiosity about what could possibly be going on behind the scenes to make this be. Not being a stranger to retail and the performance bonuses companies give for pushing a new item over the rest in order to get an edge in the competitive market I initially suspected this may be it so spoke to a few I knew in the industry who said “Thats only the tip” and this is when it all got thick.
“See that over there?” the Doc said motioning to a set of golf clubs that looked as expensive as immaculate “Didn’t cost me a thing. I got them in a draw I never even entered in and its purely because I steered more clients toward one prescription than another” he said. Another confirmed he’d just been on a cruise, bought and paid for as well, under the guise of a “work related trip” in which he attended a couple of promotional campaigns dressed up as lectures on the latest advancements in pain management and why you should prescribe what we said… You know the rest.
Now what was interesting about this is I knew first hand of this trick. Anyone involved in the music biz knows its not talent that makes a hit buy Payola or how much you’re willing to spend under the table to ensure your song enters into the programming and thus the plebs hear it several times a day and convince themselves they like it as well before heading off to spend money on what you said. When its done well its almost transparent and is an accepted practice to the end that if they don’t spend then units won’t shift and if they try some other form of tricks to cut out the middle man then the black ball kicks and no one will touch them or their artist because all involved protect their interests when it comes to the shady end of the business hence ten percent for show, the rest you won’t get unless you swim with the sharks, in the deep end.
You look across any industry at the point where public facing and behind the scenes intersect and you’ll bare witness to the same process in full effect. Some times its cash on the hip, gun and a wink, totally blatant. Other times its presented with more finesse like “We’re convening an expert panel to comment on the efficacy of X over Z as a treatment and were wondering if you could come along and present your experience?”. “Where and when, may I ask?” the Doctor said as he was a busy man, given the nature of his business, but always made time for this rep because she was so attractive, as she replies with a smile and a quick flash of leg. “Why its in the Bahamas, the month after next. I’ll be presenting and hope to see you coming. This could be the first of many as we always know how to welcome our guests“. You can guess the rest. Its a shady business and first and foremost everyone is in it for themselves. You and your concerns are, at best, secondary and actually much further down the list because “Who cares about them. If those idiots don’t know how to look after themselves then why should I give a toss when they schlep in wanting a quick fix?”.
“To tell you the truth, each year that goes by I find many ways anew to hate them and what they do” said the Doc as the rage flew through. “Most of them just want a sympathetic ear, someone to pretend they care as they witter on about their life to you. Others self diagnose and are prepared for death and won’t want to hear nothing less than you to corroborate they expect – “No, Mrs S its vertigo, not an aneurysm. Yes, I do this for a living. No, I don’t need to check or test. Yes, I’m perfectly aware what Google says” – The amount of psychosomatic prisoners that come through is intense and worse yet they’re climbing steadily as people convince themselves its something life threatening and this is the end. Probably so they’ll finally have something important that makes them the center of attention for a moment” he said, exasperated.
Now that last point was very interesting and something that was repeated time and time again. That most of their patients were starved of affection, attention and the feeling anyone gives a damn if they were to die where they stand. That is where the professional care giver comes in and the entire interaction made me think of how a pimp used to instruct his women “You are in the business of selling them an image. I want them coming back, again and again. They need to feel like they’re the man, more than a client when it comes to sex. Forge that deeper connection, that intimate remembrance that knows just how to make him feel like a King for a moment and you’re his true Queen. The only one who understands how he feels, the only one who can truly satisfy his needs because once you do this you’ve got him by the pursestrings and he’ll keep coming back and our pockets get fat”. The girls sat their soaking it all in when really it was nothing new as they know fine well the way of building relationships but he was taking them to the next level of artifice by breaking it down into pieces of how to feed back what he said, there and then in the moment because intimacy is what they crave, the fundamentals of the lay is something any woman can give but the entire imperience is what can turn one nation against the next as they all desire that resonance and comprehension that exists without having to say a thing as you know just how to move and service him the best and sell the image that he’s a rare, magnificent specimen and your time together is idyllic”.
The Docs were all saying the same thing but they dealt purely in the emotional space but the underlying drives were the same when it came to a cross section of those who came to see them and just like pimp owed a gambling debt and some vig to a local “business interest” as well as some more to the brick layer who kept the drugs flowing he was stuck in a situation where he’d take from one then to the other give before roping in a third to his trick. All to keep the plates spinning and stop them crashing over his head. It was a stressful enterprise, all said, and the Docs were in a similar predicament as they stated it was always about pushing the next solution on their clients. Even if that meant having to make the symptoms fit with whats on the script, when they knew it would be useless. It didn’t matter to them because that bright eyed idealism of “I shall deliver health” and “First do no harm” were soon left behind when one gets into private practice and discovers the truth of how it is with useless plebs hell bent on destroying themselves and them coming to you for Band Aid solutions for the proverbial broken leg that was sustained when they took a hammer to themselves via their destructive habits. “Its getting harder and harder to hate them less” he said, taking another sip of the Scotch he knows well as it helps take off the edge from another day sitting and listening to people talk about problems when they don’t truly want solutions. “They just want to be heard” he says, with a hint of resignation chiming in, “And I really can’t blame them because who gives a toss about anyone in this modern world? Especially themselves“.
We’d spoken previously about the trap man is in although I hadn’t fully extended the Game of Souls framework to what it would be yet. The Doc was a man of high intelligence, good moral fiber as well but a lifetime of experience had left him jaded when it came to all this so he certainly wasn’t going to sniff at the perks that came along with prescribing this or that in exchange for a fat bonus. The way he saw it was that everyone is doing it. “The pharmaceuticals companies are pushing the best patents with the latest tech so it has to be effective. Who am I to question this when the vast majority of my business is prescribing pills? They handle the rest, I just make sure they end up in the right peoples systems and that way everyone wins”.
I asked him about vitamins and minerals. How long had he spent considering things like orthomolecular medicine and he said “All that stuffs useless, a month at best to study the basics when University was still the thing” and I found this very interesting because in my own imperience they are the literal building blocks of everything. Imagine for a moment you had a factory which casts bricks and its needs a certain set of components to which it then applies a process and the end result is sturdy and perfect. Now consider for a moment one of the ingredients is missing, so if you’re in the kitchen and the cake needs 3 tablespoons of sugar thrown in you grab the salt instead because it ticks the “White, granulated powder” box. What then? The end result wouldn’t be quite as intended, would it? Those who tasted it would know the issue in an instant but when it comes to bricks they are used to build strength and therefore only reveal their weakness when they’ve been issued and used for something that suddenly comes down, crumbling.
That is exactly what happens within. Case in point, Magnesium is essential for over four hundred processes in the body in a cascade system. The lack of it can cause everything from restless legs to insomnia and constipation as well as countless other things that people run to pop pills and the Docs ignore as well. When I presented this perspective he said he would look into but never did because after a certain age people just do what works best and in his case it was prescribe the same pills to an alcoholic, manic depressive and epileptic. I asked “How could this happen?” and he replied “Off label usage is a common thing, I wouldn’t expect for you to get it, no insult to your intelligence, but one pill can cure other non related symptoms. For example the epileptic may find it helps in balancing their ion channels which prevents seizures and fits whilst the bipolar benefits from the reduction of abnormal electrical charges inside their head and with alcoholics we find it prevents them from wanting a drink although the exact mechanism for action is up for question”. “You ever think it could just placebo in full effect” I said. “Are they hypnotized by the white coat and your sheen of attentive presence then believe what you said? After all Voltaire said the art of medicine consists in amusing the patient whilst nature cures them”.
The laughter was intense as he finally said “He may have a point, after all its rare we fix a thing and when it comes to what we have to prescribe on top of this to help that which wasn’t a complaint when they came in can get ridiculous. I tell you its enough to make you think”. “Think what, that its all a crooked racket designed to keep them locked into an ecosystem which profits of their ignorance?”. “Well, I wouldn’t be as dramatic but yes. There is something fundamentally lacking because people don’t know, nor care to learn, how to handle themselves. Take you for example, you never come in and I’d never heard of you until all of a sudden my clients started turning up with questions about their medication, my reason for prescribing this over that and so many other things that I thought they’d all found their own specialists. Eventually they all said “Him” and thus your name was mentioned”. “Thats why I came along to introduce myself” I said “because they trusted me enough to let me look in. If you’ll note the epileptic rarely comes in and hasn’t refilled her prescription since back when, know why? Because she sniffs lavender essential oil instead and this prevents the aura from progressing when she feels the familiar sensations, creeping. Combine that with a high fat, low sugar, no carb eating plan and her issue has all but vanished. The last bit also applied to the alcoholic as well due to an off script use of Baclofen mixed with a mega dose of vitamins to offset his singed nerves as he processes the trauma imprints that initially turned him to drink. What the word mis-comprehends is that alcoholism is actually a self protective mech to preserve the little sanity they have left and each sip helps to ease the pain of memories gone from surfacing in their awareness and, at the same time, it destroys the flesh”. “And the bipolar nutjob, what did she get? Did you whip up some magic beans and wave your juju stick at her?” he said to which I replied “That ones a work in progress but she finds low dose Lithium Orotate helps when it comes to self regulating the pendulum that swings from lot to less. Most of it was due to her messed up imprints and the complete lack of centering that comes from the kind of upbringing she witnessed where acting out was the only way to get attention which alternated with trying to shrink when her parents were arguing” I said. “As you know I’m quite certain that almost all of our ills trace back to events seen as kids as well as emotions that were suppressed that then at a later age manifest as stress and as myriad symptoms”. “Which keep me busy no end, speaking of which its been delightful meeting but I must get packed for a cruise I’m heading off to this weekend” he stated as he flashed a grin and pointed to his wedding ring that would, undoubtedly, be removed when he slipped into something a little more comfortable…
That was just one man, a limited sample used for an example but they all read from the same script and sing the same song. Some knowingly, others out of ignorance but then the question remains:
Why would you place your health in the hands of someone else when you could so easily do for Self? The three examples I gave of the epileptic, manic depressive and alcoholic made leaps and bounds that were immense by switching up what pours in so their mind-bodies had the right components to build bricks with the requisite strength that were fit for purpose because, to expand this metaphor again, all the Docs can bring is akin to scaffolding to shore up what has already been built and this doesn’t address the underlying problem which they neither mention nor fix. For a parting shot consider this:
There is no cell in your body that is older than around seven to ten years at a stretch. What do you think you use to create this but the raw ingredients I said? Then step back and consider that monoculture farming and the sale of foods by commercials chains that are nutritionally dead and the added influx of pesticides and repellents then it suddenly becomes self evident why so many are Victims of self imposed ignorance and make decisions to their detriment when they think a pill can fix the ills by providing some sturdy scaffolding as this means they don’t have to change a thing. In reality its just as I said and you’re welcome to research and test for self if you Doctor is willing to speak about the perks the reps bring and how they in effect tell him what would be best to prescribe to his patients based on latest research and advancement. Stop and think for a moment, a twenty year old whose only training in the field is sales expertise gleaned from some training given to the team and what to repeat as the latest spiel is the hidden link that powers the machine in which you and your Doctor are but mere wheels, generally unaware of where they fit or the motivation of this entire operation which can be summed up as one simple word:
