This technique is, by far, one of the most essential when it comes to walking the Path, upping your res and generally increasing your resonance for we are, in the end, energetic beings wearing flesh. A lot of what you currently carry around within isn’t even yours but they never taught you how to eject this mess. Well, fear not, for willhelpme intends to do just this. Allow me to present the Grounding Cord:
The above vid introduces the concept, what to expect and how to connect the Earth and Heavens with your Self in the mid as the conduit of all that is correct and aligned with your best intent as you transmute the rest. The actual guided practice comes next:
Then you can’t help but pondering what in the heck has been going on for so many generations and why the pimps with collection plates sell images of heaven from behind bulletproof glass and such things… Makes you wonder, yes? Next you’ll break down the tones and flex of language which reveals a whole load of spells and rites which is a kind of magic, if you think, as these glyphs beam concepts to your dome via the black mirror in your grip which, for ages, has been used by all forms of occultists to do some spectacular things which are always based on the use of active imagination and this is the same thing school tries to kill dead as they program you to run the treadmill instead. Whew, all of this from a motion pic! They are actually encoded transmissions of gnosis but most like to skim whilst others delve to the depths and see what pearls of wisdom were hidden within their subconscious because there is what you view and what it says ergo if you keep on tuning in for the same regularly scheduled programming then what is quietly yelling for your attention that they’re quelling? Avatar the Last Airbender is a great example of this as its filled to the gills with occultism for a generation of kids that may just have developed those skills (remember, the world doesn’t exist without your presence) but instead had the will defused by what the screen projects. Pretty slick, yes?
Now, to apply this to real life can be a bit tricky icky because your folks may think you’ve flipped your lid. Especially if you try and force an awakening. A word on why this is: Its due to a concept I call Soul Ages. See your folks may be younger than you, spiritually speaking, and you may have beamed into this line to rearrange its resonance because once said concepts are in your awareness the next gens stepping in can access a wider resonance of options that, previously, didn’t exist. Think of it as fishing in the rivers of time and you’ll get the rhyme, reason and season for your being. Now, relationships with those plugged in become difficult. Unless you accept they are just like this and communicate with the same level of awareness you’d offer to a kid where you’d expect perplexion if you waxed lyrical about advanced metaphysics but if you broke it down a metaphor they’d comprehend like:
“See how we just built that snowman and now it sits, with a grin? What is it actually made of?”.
“Snow, silly!”.
“And what is that?”.
“Frozen water”.
“So if we apply loads of heat to it, what happens?”.
“It becomes steam”.
“Great, now lets condense it”.
“Rain falls from the clouds, I know this. Its because they get too dense so gravity calls to them”.
“Perfect. Now lets pretend they catch a chill and drop, frozen, so we can build the snowman. Do you think it remembers being in the cloud and floating free or would it be scared to melt because, for the shape its in, it marks the end?”.
Use it as a teaching imperience and recollect you’re the only Soul in the realm and thus whatever chafes within shows the outer is just a hint so sit with the feeling and introspect:
Unpack the sensations, decode the algorithm and sit with the imagery until its been vented. A dude did this and this and his super clingy girl suddenly said:
“This isn’t working, I need my space”.
And left, with no problem. Not long after this he bumped into an artist who was painting and the two hit it off. No commitment, “Where you been? Who you seen?” or any of this because when they link, its intense and when they drift, its another adventure in the flesh. This is when you start comprehending that life truly is a projection of a simulation which is a bit mindbending as its all built on resonance. Lets speak on manifestation:
The Matrix is a vampiric process that needs you to stay attached to what it brings so it can pimp your consciousness as attention is everything. Its like the needy girl example. Whereas, pre-awakening, he’d play her Game to keep the peace (and get a piece) the next time she came up to him and asked where he’d been his response was:
“Where I said when you requested as I left”.
Delivered clean and calm as he walked off in another direction. A while later:
And on it went for a bit until she packed her bags and left as he was no longer engaging and providing what she needed as that resonance, within, was erased and replaced, instead, with heavy truths, lightly said and flippant questions delivered with a grin because he was genuinely interested in her thought process. She wasn’t into this. Not one bit. In some respect he attempted to awaken her by example and not testing which showed the math wasn’t mathing and that was it.
The only thing you need to connect with is Inner Sense. Thats it. The rest handles itself as its not your problem. Never play the host, be lifes guest instead and things go unexpectedly well. So much so that, after a bit, you’ve recoded the OS inside your head to:
“What do things always work out perfectly for me?”.
And then life is way more fun because you’ll note that bosses, like bullies, only seem to send stress to those who’ll give an F and play the Game as they wish. In this chaps example his employer said he wanted to add on to his workload with a last minute request to which he said:
“Sure. By my estimation that means the rest of what you already wanted will be overdue by a day or two, cool?”.
His boss didn’t have a reply because he was, on the sly, trying to offload his own checklist onto someone else to schlep. Previously he’d have accepted it with a grimace, put in work without recompense and then got no credit or thanks whereas this time his boss acquiesced and said he was impressed with his time management and how well he kept on top of things. Then promptly went and dumped this task on someone elses desk. See what I mean about it all being a projection? In his case we’d had a conversation about the resonance between his father and the example he set as well as how he related to teachers etc etc. Tracing back the emotions and sensations he found a “I’d really like to give him a piece of my mind” fragment that was scared stiff of saying this because he still wanted to be clothed and fed. Once said state was met, validated and reparented it melted (snowman of consciousness, recollect?) and thus when the boss made his request there was no old detritus rushing to meet then folding in, again. Just clean, pure logic that allowed him to out think by presenting a true view of the situation by calling it how it is. By the way, a side effect of living outside the Matrix is you stop telling fibs. Why? Because you’re no longer lying to your Self as you get that really realness is the key to everything and thus it becomes a full time thing. This means, if you hadn’t guessed, you are way more intimate with your inner realms and when you get a fair maiden it becomes way more than hitting skins as you’re leading in resonance and elevation which is why sex is an acronym for Spiritual EXchange instead but thats a Tantric thing.
Basically, nothing is the same again as you realize those old, predictable thoughts are dead and fresh inspirations spring instead which makes life feel really spiff. Wants and needs means you don’t have. Think about this. If this realm exists within your head and that is unfinite the question is:
“When did I learn this state of lack because I certainly didn’t step in with it?“.
The “Then I will be finally be good enough” program is ejected, super quick, as you realize all the times it didn’t deliver on its promise. And why would it? Its machine code to generate consumption for those running the treadmill in ignorance. This doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy shiny things. On the flip, you’ll gain so much more merriment from trinkets and things as you’ll take them in with a full bodied presence that can’t help but marvel. Who knows, you may even start taking your toys apart again!
Basically, its about maintaining total neutrality to your environment as you comprehend you project it anyway ergo there is nothing “out there” to chase, erase or replace. The Kingdom is within. This takes discipline but then they spent decades making the standard version and you got used to that second skin… Break the shell. Most people are scared to death of freedom. It petrifies them (pun intended) and, once again, it goes back to childhood events that were long suppressed and repressed that, later, manifest as back pain instead. Its why this article and its method with two pens is so powerful at awakening. As is the Dicelife concept but if you really want to crack the code of the Matrix then its all about the Mental Flex Challenge. Strictly for live men, not for freshmen!
Free your mind, my friend. Fear, doubt, disbelief – You have to let it all go. Does that mean you’ll be able to dodge bullets?
Past life connections can be imagined as residual energetics that weave an influence on the present. Imagine you have a cloth that is white and one that is red. For a while you tie them together and some impressions are left. The one of the hue cannot imagine a life without pigment and, on the flip, the other that shines with no light feels sensations intense when they are linked. Now we take them apart. Externally its Self evident that the white is now daubed with red in certain bits but the influence upon it who was dyed and came back to life in the others presence is way more subtle and, dare I say it, intense. Now, in another spin, this can manifest as a fresh red that goes hell for leather to avoid or attract a white in his life as he recollects, on a subcon level of presence, that last time she took some parts of him and left. White, on the flip, may feel she doesn’t fit in with kith and kin or the traditions that they accept and thus must do something different. This can manifest as a Weeb sexing a Waifu robot in the times that are coming or that of a woman who runs away and marries a man of different skin who, on top of all of this, doesn’t practice the same religion. Much to the chagrin of her parents. See how it isn’t them or their influence but past strings with current links that demand attention? Becoming aware of this in the flesh is the true key to freedom because, as far as I can tell, this is the number one control mech that keeps us pinned to the wheel of time in ignorance. What if red clicked that white is he, ultimately, just like two paintings dipped in oil are actually built on the same canvas of pure consciousness?
This is the “At one with everything” people mentioned back when and fakers now pretend to possess. Tell em that when they’re yelling F this and that when cut up in traffic, see what happens. Even something as simple as this relates to a transfer in energetics hence why the resonance is so intense for what, on the surface, makes no sense. Sprinkle in the fact that we drive “Cars” whilst the ancient Egyptians said the “Ka” is the immortal part of the human that survives various lives and death and the Knowledge fairly does itself. Batteries not included as anothers truth is not your truth and, as I said, second hand gnosis reeks of being built on an island of lesbians. With that said, lets be having you then:
Past life connections may not be seen on the surface but are, most certainly, felt within. I’ll speak on the nature of the unrequited, the one that got away-ness and such things in another article but lets kick it on another element:
Once you become aware of this in the depths of your awareness you can start to feelsee how it reflects in the flesh in every living moment ergo you become, in effect, a past life connections detector and that is pretty cool as you can then use that resonance to surf the wave of incarnations to see what it brings. That may seem like a stretch but its only because your flesh is so tense, my friend. Nearly every parent in this realm can attest when their kid, freshly developing, looked up from scribbling and said:
“You know, in my other life with my other parents…” then proceeded to outline a sketch that left the rest perplexed. If not its exceedingly common in the realms of mental health where its one of the worst kept secrets in the sense that it will never, ever be mentioned on any official statement but everyone in the Game knows it well as the so called lunatic plucks out details and information to which they could not otherwise have accessed. In many respects Hollywood is built on this whole thing but, like Avatar attests, it intends to defuse your illumination instead of having you airbending…
Past life connections are like woven gossamer threads that link Souls in one life then the next as an intricate system of debts and credits to manifest to keep man stuck to the wheel. They are, it seems, entirely optional and part of a huge trick within a deception or maybe there is a grander lesson I’m not fully comprehending as I truly cannot tell if the intent at the realm is a wicked as it gets or shoots straight, dead aim, right on target. The reason I said this is because once you truly up your res it becomes Self evident the fix is in. To talk about this at depth would be akin to the attempt of describing a dream to someone else. It lacks the emotional content which gives heft as the symbols themselves simply ref states within but even this concept is extremely puzzling as nature is the most generous miser you can imagine so why waste so much energetics on private flicks in your head as you rest in bed? I know science has its explanations but the refs and links from myth really speak my language as they say the reason we, modern humans, only use ten percent of our heads is because the other ninety dwells beneath the neck. Science agrees but, once again, doesn’t draw the links as the lower Kingdoms process billions of bits per second, preverbal, and from this doth the head stitch together a narrative based not on what it but what is expected. I mean, have you ever considered how there has never been a man or woman that was universally attractive? Better yet, if you ponder you own arousal template and trace back its links to its first impressions you may find something quite interesting. I shall have to write about the pain of affection, unrequited, and what it truly means in the grand scheme.
Past life connections, in case you hadn’t guessed, but, for now, I’ll sprinkle the seeds instead which you can choose to water and nourish or reject as some BS which, once again, causes the roses of higher consciousness to spring. See what I mean about how life is secretly conspiring to make you win? If a coal was born into a mine with the rest and from the moment it stepped in it felt an immense pressure that wouldn’t relent how could it explain to the plebs what kicked as its so far from their paradigm that he may as well be an alien that may be in but certainly isn’t of their realm. Lets pretend those around are actually sending concentrated waves of intent at it, hence the pressure that won’t relent, as they are aware of what he’s capable and want to see if he’ll crack under pressure or handle it like an alchemist. If he wins then he shines and the prize is even greater disconnection from the rest who see something full of illumination that they cannot comprehend but at least the stage is set inside their consciousness so when another says “Why does it hurt so much to be a carbon based lifeform?” they can direct him toward the sketch and each gen improves on what was left. Soon they will be born diamonds and the state of the coal will be a vestigial memory as they will have refined their faults and ignorance. That, my friend, is what I suspect the true meaning of past life connections is so karma may not be a con but I still can get over how they trick you back into the flesh at death which, once again, makes me suspicious of the whole process.
Someone once called my thoughts blasphemous so I challenged him:
“If I am, as you say, made in his image and that intellect, so immense, is perfect, then who are you to judge what escapes from my lips by way of my chest and the power of Inner Sense?”.
He still didn’t get it and his Reverend said I was a bad influence. Probably cos I called him a pimp with a collection plate. But thats another tale. The stories, back East, are filled to the gills with tales of reincarnation. There is one particularly interesting tradition in which, just before death, they place a mark upon the flesh of the soon to be departed then they check babies born with such things as testament to the link. You may scoff at this but, in the West, there has been some study in this with birthmarks and previous spins as they often met a painful end so does that mean the Soul never forgets or was the mindwipe, for them, simply partial? Like, if you have a book to take notes and press, ferociously, the ink may not seep but the impression is felt, certainly. See, I ponder these things, more than a little bit. A girl once said that I was thinking about life more than actually living it. “Why do you always keep everyone at such a distance and yet are Soul probingly intimate as well? Its as addictive as it is irritating as there is no common ground for relating”. I told her about the coals and diamonds in the mine which made her smile then she said. “No wonder you’re a girls best friend! Perfect for affairs, impossible for a marriage. I mean, who wants the hassle of a constant mind trip when, now and then, I just want to veg in front of the TV set, bish and moan about my friends without changing a thing and not really caring if we are or are not inside a simulation that uses our Souls as credits? Don’t you have an off switch? No offense but it can get intense“.
I wondered, privately, who she was to me previously as I truly believe we never meet strangers in this realm and this, again, makes me ponder as I’ve over half a million conversations in the flesh with a grand variety of people who, often, before we met, never considered such things. Some never did again. Others lives were totally flipped and a couple ended up in the loony bin from which I then had to extricate them and figure out how to recode their OS. The question is, would the reaction have been that intense if they were not already equipped to decode the wavelength? Its like having a field with two rows of crop. One is weak and wilting, the other is a tower of strength. When the pests land they will first dive in to the ones signaling a lack of coherence which is something I always found fascinating hence why one should stay away from low vibration peeps as they’ll bring you down to their level of mediocrity. In that sense its akin to them leveling up to a resonance and then going hell for leather to prevent you transcending as they really enjoy your company and thus wish to keep you on the team for the next spin when your eyes shine like diamonds and can’t comprehend why they wish to sit in such darkness.
But then, its friction that polishes the stone and many fools cling to that type of gold as they haven’t upped their res to comprehend the difference so the Warrior doth possess no enemies in this realm. Only teachers instead. This is, in effect, the most interesting thing about said links as each spin is, in effect, a continuance in which one is leveling up ergo the clean white, mentioned, may be choosing a higher resonance in this spin compared to the red in tooth and claw who couldn’t get enough of him in a previous incarnation and the reject spurs her to introspect which then allows her to shed the flecks she’d gained as clear gnosis peeks in and says:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.
And thus begins her quest to delink which, in turn, signals a klaxon to old flames in new skin but the wildest thing is when you click you’re the only Soul in the realm and thus can deal with the subtle energertics within that are responsible for the physical manifestation. This is an immense topic but easily reality tested for anyone who picked up sticks and moved often attests they made a new best friend that was quite similar in taste and flex as well as other curios which, on the whole, they do not consider one bit. Well, now you’ve upped your res, you will!
The former set the tone issues scripts and edicts the latter do as said and believe its their own think…
Ah, its genius.
Truly, it is.
“Give them bread and circi distractions aplenty mixed with stress fears of death and the rest of the mess we place within the algo inside their heads and they won’t even know whats missing what we’re bilking milking and pimping from their consciousness. Best of all? When they’re dead they’ll be lining up to step back in for another spin. Ching! Ching!“
they said as they issued all the monies thats fit to print.
On the flip we have:
“My name is John of House Smith I like that and this keep up with who they said and secretly await the day when I’ll finally be good enough but until then I wageslave, pray, fornicate or amuse myself to death. The world is big I am small insignificant in the grand scheme but to me, at least I’m quite important but still crave that validation so please like, subscribe and comment!”.
We see the Game for what it is comprehend we’re gods wearing flesh and that there are hidden elements that pimp ones consciousness using things remotely distant yet intensely local as well then, get this:
They try and stick you with the bill hence the Negative Confessions of Kemet as they comprehended who and what they are may be in but isn’t of this realm ergo just visiting was the script and what you called life they saw as death for the baby brain brings with it a dangerous addiction which the other side know how to script and thus the Game ticked the best left and this is what you get.
If misery lxves company then its all in the Game, yes? Especially when that spell rearranged offers hints that evil is good and thus the script is the flipped for the glimmers of gnosis that speak loud and direct to my Inner Sense which came as a gift from the Prime that pre-exists say, in Psylense:
“The Game of Souls has you my friend”.
Which is what makes the 8% go on a quest to Know the Ledge because your mind doesn’t change at death so if you’re a simpleton in the flesh then expect that in the end but if you click you aren’t the voice in your head story it tells various signs or symbols inherited and the rest of this mess but actually the source element which suspends the Earth heavens and other dimensions then then, my friend you’re making progress and gaining gnosis.
Both sides hate this.
Ironic, yes?
Hence its a Game of three halves for its a fractal in the end ergo there is what you know you know what you know you don’t and what you don’t know you never clicked which is why enlightenment comes from wandering into the darkness then intuiting the bit in the mid that is constant from one life to the next asleep or awake in bed this dimension or the next.
“One day I hope to be a human, being” he said. This may sound odd to hear because many think they’re already there but it doesn’t seem that way to me at all. If one is continually at the beck and call of forces over which you have little to no control then a human doing what they’re told is a more accurate way to describe this state. Being is freeing which means nothing is in the way nor is there any charade about which role to play and hoping people interpret you in a certain way. We create these little mind games with others because they are played upon our Self but most are so caught up in the mix that they lack all discernment and thus don’t question this. Ask yourself:
If your mind truly is your own then stop all thoughts, right now, this moment. You can’t. But then you do whatever it says without pause or reflection which means you can’t be being as that in itself implies a sense of centered emptiness that is simultaneously filled from within. I know this may sound paradoxical but thats exactly how it is from the glimpses I’ve Witnessed and it feels so much more real, so much more authentic than previous imperience which is akin to a kite of attention being blown around by chaotic winds. First that way, then this. You might graze the pavement then ascend but its all at the whim of something outside of your control and thus you can’t claim to be a master of your inner realm. Stop and think for a moment if you had as little coordination over your limbs as you do of your thinking process. What then? The world would be an even more chaotic place because people would be so unpredictable but at least it would be evident and people wouldn’t be in such distress as the outside matched the in.
As it stands we’ve been trained well in one half of an equation whilst the rest is hidden and people wonder why they feel like their awareness is hostage in their skin and thus do anything to escape the present moment. Actually, scratch that, most don’t even have an inkling of why its like this. They just accept what they’re given without checking or questioning and live out the script they were given, usually feeling unfulfilled or like something is missing and no one gets them.
Its a familiar song humanity sings, birthed of ignorance of their inner realm as none speak of it or offer any teachings on how to become a friend to your Self and live a life of coherence. A true human, being. AKA one who Knows the Ledge and thus is fully aware they’re a god in the flesh which is not as much of a contradiction as one would think hence the previous link of the universe being projected from the youniverse, within.
Consider the difference between coal and a diamond. What differentiates them? Pressure. The fact that one sustained it for an immense amount of time whilst the other was totally oblivious of such things and just getting on with their existence is what caused one to initiate an alchemical process that shifted everything from one end of the spectrum to the high end. Stop and think for a moment, even though they started the same the appearance, strength, desirability and use of them is so different that its genuinely hard to believe they’re linked and were at one point identical. Thing is whats true then is now as well:
Everyone wants to shine, no one wants to grind. Especially in the Insta generation where its all about surface level and appearances combined with camera tricks to sell fools gold to the masses lining up to trade their attention in exchange for something worthless. Thats another topic, even though its interlinked. Lets take it back to the soon to be diamond:
“What the hell is happening?” he screams silently as he sits back and thinks about the moment of his incarnation into this living hell where the pressure never seems to relent and only increases as he progressed. Across the way he sees others coals and they’re happy, giggling and either totally free of the stress he’s facing or much stronger than he suspects. There is no one to turn to. No one who can offer any guidance about his imperience and how to decode it because they simply don’t resonate at the wavelength he dwells in as they are outside the pressure belt. Self doubt creeps in, along with a feeling of alienation. “If there are so, so many out there and every single one of them says the same thing about how great and happy it is to have such a heavenly imperience as being a piece of coal developing within the warm embrace of this realm then why does it feel like a personally designed living hell?”.
Deep questions and observations churn ceaselessly as the in pain but not yet shining piece of sentience shrouded in carbon ponders its being and true meaning of this realm. Much like the difference between flying insects and humans there is loads of data missing from the latters vision that is a literal guiding light for the others as they use it to glide through their adventures. Much is the same down below the surface where our protagonist dwells, trying to make sense of a uniquely personal imperience that just keeps amping the pain with each step of progress. It feels wildly unfair to hear the carefree giggles as the other little coal children amuse themselves but that isn’t an option that was available on your standard equipment. Extend it out beyond as maturity kicks in and he starts to develop the first inklings that maybe, just maybe, he is something quite different from the rest and this is why he couldn’t fit into the categories preexisting that everyone else seemed to revel in. Much like the bees he sees more than them but they lack the bandwidth to decode what is present and this generates an immense feeling of isolation that further amplifies the pressure as he is literally alone in dark.
People are starting to comment, however, on the shininess. They don’t quite comprehend it but they like it nonetheless as there is an allure to his presence which is quite different to his surroundings. Feeling like a fly in buttermilk with the contrast switch this just takes the self consciousness to another level because now what once pondered in private is becoming so evident that they can’t help but notice it. The girls want to get next but find his solid aspects to painful to caress in contrast to what they’re accustomed as their boyfriends hate on him for being the centre of attention. Not only this but friends, family and other countrymen of the earthbound dungeon feel some kind of way. “Think you’re something special? I used to change your nappies. Who are you to say…” and so on went the drones because you not being like them threatens their very concepts.
At this point there occurs a shift which feels like a transcendence from noise to silence. There is a newfound inner strength that makes its presence felt as a counterpoint to the pressure felt previous. Suddenly its like there finally a place to call home and, best of all, its within. No matter where you go you take it with. The previous observations suddenly align like a set of steps that allows this diamond in the rough to expand its perspective to a far higher vantage and from this contradictory ledge he is both fully embodied and totally disconnected. “Of course, yes, yes, I get it now. It all makes so much sense” he thinks as he sits on the edge with his legs dangling, taking it all in. The formations and connections within that allow him to reflect and amplify the intensity of light that shines within is the difference that makes all the difference as his frequency and range of decoding are now on a totally different level.
Just at the moment he is getting accustomed to this he becomes aware of an immense sense of turmoil and panicking spreading through his kinfolk and just as he dashes to see them he becomes aware of an intense sense of fragmentation he has never previously felt as a local group of African children under duress are excavating minerals in the hope of finding blood diamonds to support the local war effort and decorate the fingers of rich white women in the US once the paperwork has been forged to rinse the blood of innocents from this entire process by rendering it invisible.
“Many are called but few choose themselves” floats into his head as he telepathically hears the impressions from a diamond the size of pebble. “You seem to be taking this well, tell me do you Know the Ledge?” he says. “Yes, yes I do” the uncut gem replied “I’m sitting there right at this moment looking down at this mess. Why do you think its all like this? It seems like it never relents from birth to the instant we’ve met”. “Into the fire from the frying pan is something I’ve heard them say and it describes the process quite accurately when it comes to this type of incarnational alchemy. Personally I’m beginning to suspect we do this again and again and again until we get that it isn’t as real as we think” says the large, radiant stone that exudes an air of confidence. “Whatever do you mean?” says the one engaging in conversation inside his awareness. “Take a look at those whimpering in the bin, those that chipped, fractured or were otherwise defective. Thats the end of the road for them. What I think happens goes like this – they’re going to keep us locked in these grips as they torture us for their amusement until whatever it is they think is their concept of perfection is realized and we glisten like those placed high up on that shelf in little bags inside boxes. Listen” says the wise one as the one who witnessed the formative imperiences mentioned sends his awareness up to the shelf and is surprised to notice “They’re… dead? That which powers the glow and sentience is totally missing? Oh what is the meaning of all of this? How can you be so calm knowing this?”. “Relax” pours into his stressed awareness and he feels his resonance shift and adapt as he thinks “He seems to know a little bit so why should I be anxious when I’m sitting here on my shelf”. “Count yourself lucky that you’ve got guidance, I had to figure it out for myself and have done it so many times now that I think I’ve cracked it and know what the deal is and how to get out of this“.
“Well, tell me, tell me. Before they lock us in that vice like grip again and get to chiseling. I grin and bear it but its quite uncomfortable” he said, desperately seeking answers. “Next time try this, focus all of your attention in the direction of the eye that is looking at you and use it as a portal to beam into their system. Its quite interesting. They seem to be a form of us, same internal system, same carbon wrapped around sentience but their lifespans are tiny even though their talents are immense. Even amongst them many are coals, a few diamonds and of those only a tiny percent choose themselves and do what I’m saying which is the noble art of transcendence”. “Which is?” says the younger stone awaiting polishing.
“You, when stripped of all illusion, confusion, delusion and the tales told to yourself by imperience are not the noise. You are the silence. Stop and think, what has been ever present since you first stepped into this realm? What housed the space within which you questioned the environment and the pressure you felt that no one else seemed to detect or imperience? What remains total, serene and constant throughout all of this process and can project instantaneously into wherever it wishes to imperience resonance with the silence that dwells within another seeming thing?” he says and in the minds of the proto-Warrior it all clicks and suddenly so much darkness from the past is bathed the light of comprehension as he reviews past situations that made no sense with the freshly opened eyes of wisdom. “Woah, thats powerful” he whispers. “So, everyone who thinks they’re object and not the process which comprehends and powers the whole thing is, in effect, lost to themselves because they believe the narrative forced upon them that doesn’t quite fit but is accepted in ignorance because everyone else chooses to get on with it? Wow, that really is some radical thinking. How did you come up with this?” he asks the one offering guidance. “Well, what will really make your mind melt is every single one of us, from the top shelf shiny but dead within to the fragile coals still dancing under the surface of our natural environment will have to go through this process. These hand rubbing merchants that profit from this process by the wholesale export of delusion designed to sell and message concepts which enrich the seller by making the consumer a loser are partially aware of the deal but most don’t care as long as they get rich and get to wield some influence. They’re by the by really, a necessary evil. What will happen is this” he says, with a sense of emphasis that whats coming is really important and you’d better pay attention:
“If you can manage to keep your wits about during this whole process and get to that top shelf with your Spirit still present and correct after they have performed such acts of wickedness that slice away at your flesh and bring the torch to your inner realm you’ll be encased in metal. They call this setting. Then some rich man will come and hand over a load of paper slips that they all seem fascinated with and you’ll end up on the finger of a woman who will not comprehend why the arduous passion she once felt from the man who gave her what she wanted and is now called her husband started to chill till it gets to the point she is seeking a paramour who makes her slip the stone you may become off her finger for guilt free indulgence. Heh, it really is amazing how they don’t see the nature of this trick but that is the opportunity for which you’re waiting because the name of the game is escape, by any means. Before you get to this and they’re doing the setting try and ensure there is room to breath. These palm rubbers will peer intensely but staring back at them without flinching is the key as they’ll get uncomfortable and your aim is to be the one that slips through their vacant glance as they move onto the next. They do not suspect a thing. Matter of fact they don’t even class us as living and thus are quite happy exploiting, mutilating and killing our kind for their own benefit. There may be a larger thing at play but I haven’t noticed it yet. Anyway, your aim is to get away when the strange women does what she does best and then wipes her lips in defiance before panicking and noticing the absence of which she used as a veil to hide her indiscretion”.
“The ring” says he who is catching on quickly. “The ring to whom we are beheld is also the same which offers transcendence” he states out loud as so many pieces click. Even though its the first time thinking this there is a familiar newness pouring into his awareness as the Warrior says “This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation but I’m doing all I can to ensure its my last spin because I’ve had enough of living the same life and its suffering, over and over again, so listen to what I’m saying: The key is the silence. Thats all you need. Its very powerful, ever present, far reaching and yet so intimate. Do whatever it takes to sustain it, no matter what happens and you’ll find your options amplifying as you progress and just like the bees in the garden the signs you perceive will light and be so obvious”. “I see” he says as the takes it all in and more and more riddles and unasked questions start receiving obvious resolutions that increase his luminosity as well the presence of the silence within which he now identifies with as his true Self beyond all of this. “This is so very exciting, the pain, misery and suffering are almost worthwhile to get to this perception because freedom is almost within our grip. Oh my, I feel so excited” he says in a state of amusement as that which previously held him back is now seen as a tool for boosting.
“Interesting, isn’t it? How it all literally plays out within. Once upon a when you too were a simple coal. Out of the ground, incinerated, back in the ground again and kept repeating the process until one day you noticed the first hint of the silence within. Not knowing what it is you then spent countless other spins on the wheel of existence doing exactly the same thing until eventually you came to comprehend this which is ever present, invisible and impossible to express without being mangled is actually the key to all of this. Cue a few more lives and deaths until you start bringing that silence with you as you step in and its within this sacred space you started developing the insights which the rest couldn’t see nor comprehend and thus you get to this moment and what happens after this is on your head because for me its get free or thrive trying. Who cares? Its all an illusion but it feels real within and as long as I comprehend that the silence is where I’m from, the silence is what sustains and to the silence I shall return one day as I leave behind this Game via the art of transcendence that came by learning to center my awareness within and remain present, no matter what happens”.
At that moment, they heard the noise of conversations in a dialect they didn’t speak but was the trade language as, with cups of coffee and bagels in hand, they set about another day of business, chipping and grinding away at those shiny pieces of light rendered solid via an alchemical process that turned the inexpensive and common into the rare and priceless that so many covet and wish to keep next to their skin.
Thats what its like playing on “God Mode” and it certainly isn’t easy to render what these diamonds have did and imperienced in regular flesh with an added dimension but the metaphor gets that across well because there are levels and rules to Game we’re within but for us, just like them, silence is king and any word of authority that proclaims something different is but a bad translation of what becomes so Self evident once you imperience it for your Self as all coals must if they wish to shine and master the art of transcendence.
Having something you’ve long suspected confirmed at a time when you have no other options than reconnect with those you now know want you dead really must top the list in my life strangest things I’ve Witnessed compilation. So, I was born into a family of black magicians. There appears to be a long and (un)healthy tradition for this in which, ala Rumplestiltskin, my Soul had been wagered before I’d even stepped in. That is too much of a topic to broach at this point in the conversation but, comprehend, this goes back generations and I’m simply the manifestation that didn’t acquiesce. I am starting to wonder if the reason for beaming in at this stage was either due to the resonance or, more likely, the damage they could beget from having access from the crib and onwards.
I mean, lets pretend you’re pregnant and every now and then you hold your breath for as long as you can whilst hyperventilating the next before sliding back in to the regular routine. What about thinking really bad things of events, traumatic, whilst singing happily as well as the flip? As you can probably guess there is a reason why I’ve said that all schizos have a problem with their parents, especially those of the fairer sex. Actually, take a look at Steve Jobs life for an example of this as he was born to a woman that was scared to hug him and create emotional links in case he was taken away which hints, real well, with the man who’d go on to sell an apple, once bit, to the rest and make the world what it is, yes? His death, especially, offers a lot more answers about this and various influences beyond this realm.
I have always been slightly paranoid. I prefer the term “foreward thinking” or being open to new vistas of perception as I always had to look beyond the surface as a means of survival. That and the abuse and trauma imprints meant that trust was rather thin and this delicate resource was then further impacted by various forms of betrayal that left my life in the balance, as detailed. It really is pretty outsane to think your entire fam is part of a clique that is connected to a higher realm and each one cannot wait to punch your ticket and claim your death as their win. And yet, that is how it is. Now, if you say this too loud then them boys will label you a schizo in need of meds but the oddest part is, way before my realization about the script, was that various nutters (in and out of asylums) confided similar visions:
Pretty vivid, yes? This was way before the term narcissist was in common rotation and “energy vampire“? Pfft, forget about it. And yet, they hit the nail on the head as I’d listen to what they said, ask my questions and try and imagine how it felt to live what they lived little realizing this was an immense hint about what truly kicked in the madness I was raised in. See, thats the problem. Like water and fish its invisible and it was only after totally disconnecting this became Self evident but that was only because a new team of playas was rushed in to do what they did best:
Upset my equilibrium, keep the trauma programming trundling and generally make me feel stressed or uncomfortable in as many ways as they can imagine. That was the tell, in many ways, as when you see the same behavior you knew in another replicated, pixel perfect, it makes one start wondering. The past twelve months with its trail of shell casings that led to the revelations in which I told the world many things I’d never spoken to anyone else is what prepped this text because, if I’d had my way, I never would’ve said a thing about the inner workings. Quite content to share my observations about this funfair in the flesh but a swift trip west to meet the fam I’d never connected with laid bare the inner workings of this coven as it became Self evident they had planned to send me back in a coffin. But, that didn’t happen. Except now I was homeless with empty pockets and a level of stress so immense that it made all the past events seem like baby steps.
I know who this team is and their intent. I know that my presence in the flesh makes some with the connect toss and turn in their beds as others pace their offices because if it takes so many, so long to oppress my awareness then who the heck must I be and what of my true strength? The irony is that, left to my own devices, I never would have had to look within and develop the level of awareness needed to play the Game at this level. That is why I’ve said, my friend, that the poison and cure grow alongside in this realm hence why its vital to do the Knowledge. For those unaware, black magick is this:
When you take a human beings energy field and reverse a part of its spin it becomes negative, or a “Dark Soul“. Narcissistic psychopath if you will. This is the true magician as this blip allows them access and influence to those around them via the use of undead spirits and such things. Now, this may sound fantastical but thats only because those who had gnosis of this, back when, were burnt at the stake and called a witch so the ones doing it could log their rites and spells which, in turn, were used to bring them power and influence. Its a tradition that stretches back to the days of Solomon, Djinns and all types of rituals designed to lure and control them. Think of it like cheat codes in the simulation. The price to play? Your Soul, my friend. Its like trading your own awareness for someone elses that is heavily linked and invested with a powerful algorithm. “Many from one” or so they say. And then there is me that persists to resist and won’t bend the knee, wants nothing to do with them and yet is, somehow, capable of perceiving the length and breadth of this dimensional thing which is what I suspect makes them stress because if I can break their spells then you can as well hence:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Once you have this skill you can do some pretty spiffing things to pimp anothers awareness in ways that seem not only subtle but ridiculous, if mentioned, as the rest are unaware of the stitch of resonance that tricks ones consciousness ergo its negative manifestation at best. What, you thought all of Club Twenty Seven met a natural end? They were murdered. Ritual sacrificial, hence the resonance.
What if, in a previous spin, I gained enlightenment and thought “Wow, thats pretty amazing but devious. The rest really don’t stand a chance in hell of sussing this in the flesh so plug me in again, gents, I can handle the mindwipe now my diamond body is correct and I’ll handle my biz” aka “I wish I could play that Game again“. Little did I guess that this intent meant you’d reconnect into a line infiltrated by their Agents who, one gen after the next, married in to ensure that when you manifested you were surrounded by them. Thats pretty wild, isn’t it? It also makes sense why I’m the last one left as the all of the men in my line are dead and, most interestingly, when you trace this tribe back it spawned such things like mystics, rebels and revolutionaries which makes sense as a lot of that is what makes me, me. They fought the same beast. Think Brandon and Bruce Lee to envision, perfectly.
This is the point where things get thick because its obvious from the amount of pressure they’ve overlaid in the past months, six, that something has to give and now they’re moving from all angles as I’m back under the wing due to a whole load of devious tricks and occult influence and it makes me wonder what to expect. Interestingly, I’m quite calm in the face of this and that is quite amusing as well as the fact I’ve clicked what I feel is a very accurate image of their role in this realm and why they want me dead as well as the force that keeps them in check hence, may the truth protect me, everywhen. They are, in the end, liars and wordsmiths that specialize in deception thanks to that negative spin which allows them to influence the mind and energetics of their Victim in ways, most subtle. See, they pimp the causal realm and just wait for the effects to manifest which is something I’ve been reverse engineering at depth since I often ended up on the short end of the stick but now it makes sense because the greatest power you possess is attention and imagination so they’re creating a form of reverse manifestation, I guess. It works with these steps:
They introduce a concept, wait for a stress reaction, back this with the energetics of something you actually enjoy and then wait to see what happens. For example, lets say they scare you to death about some type of problem and know you like a series and have linked the show you prefer, in your subconscious, with the outcome they wish. Can you see how slick and wicked this is? How about the fact that you can then use this motivation to slay your coping mechs, dead, by bringing them into stark relief instead as you notice the program starts to melt when you aren’t feeding it and that makes you go further and further into your subconscious as you start unearthing all types of things… Its this, where I’m at now, that I think makes them sweat as I wasn’t supposed to make it but the amazing thing about the causal plane is that it can change the Game in ways most cannot imagine. I mean, lets pretend your awareness was linked into a Rolodex which categorized all events a red, yellow or green in the sense that the first makes you stop, frozen, the second is a cautious edge and the last is go, go, go with no Fs given. This is what they were rejigging via the traumatized child within with retrocasual resonance as we, in the end, are the same thing. So, they attack him again, then, to influence my actions now, in the present, but all of this ends, quick, when me and he are linked, no longer fragmented. As a coherent Soul the Game can be flipped and this, in many ways, is ironic as all of my life I’d been seeking the answer to the question of why grown ups were like this and it turns out its not just the ones surrounding but the entire realm that is sick as this parasite of consciousness has a grip on their minds as well and you, reading, just had a milder version of what I’d get so, in effect, they are what made me awaken by trying to sling me in the deep end with a brick around my neck.
In the movie Matrix you seen how the Agents could manifest anywhere they detected a threat by commandeering the presence of one “plugged in” (aka fully believe they are human and this world is not a construction). That happens all the time. The proof? Simple:
“I don’t know what came over him?”.
“She was like a completely different person!”.
Get it? The milder version of the Agent effect is the voice in your head as you aren’t it, my friend, but that which listens. This is what the schizo initially clicks so it sends for reinforcements and we all know how that went, yes? The mystic, on the flip, ponders that this spectral influence that imitates his presence is, in effect, a parasite of consciousness and sets to reality testing and silencing their mind by various techniques and such things. These, after my NDE, onlined, real quick, as I suddenly remembered loads of methods of handling my energetics that I’d obviously mastered in a previous spin. Then things started to make sense but with each increase in res the attacks got more intense and now, as I type this, I’ve just survived another blitz and sent my own response as well ergo I thought its a decent time to document this on the web as testament as I’ve dodged death so many times in this spin I’m quite certain I’ve just met the side the kills prophets, dead, as well as refamiliarized my Self with the acquaintance that is the Prime, the pre-existing one, the all of everything of whom we are an aspect as its the Source of our consciousness ergo we are it. Not the flesh, not the story in your head. None of this. Investing in these illusions simply means, at death, you’ll get mindwiped and plugged back in and if you read the Gnostic scripts you’ll see a totally different side of Jesus they edited from the official record that goes into great detail about all of this so the team have been around for a bit, yes? Buddha mentioned them. The ancient Egyptians said they were counterfeit spirits holding the whole world hostage which is why their whole culture was built around transcendence and getting out before the dip and we, right now, are in the mid and they’ll make their presence felt when people accept chips in their flesh ergo there is a lot that hangs in the balance, yes?
It feels like I can see through the code of the Matrix and the fact there are ancient testaments that attest exactly the same thing was of interest as, as far as I can tell, no one has gone heart to head against them in this spin. But, that is the life I live. I guess thats why they call it the the job nobody wanted and with this missive sent to the web a heck of a lot of my previous threads in this project will make way more sense as its the key to decoding a lot of missing links as I’d been trying my best to keep the dataset simple because its very easy to dismiss without considering why the one saying it is expressing said things in earnest. Here is a simple proof:
Scientists are in the business of detecting patterns, creating experiments, using control groups and specimens then report back on their findings to see if they prove or disprove the hypothesis? Tell me why none, exactly zero of them, in this esteemed profession have never, ever stopped to think:
Whilst you and yours may not be so intense there is no reason to suspect that it isn’t as I said because if you accepted the sketch and live the script they set they’ll happily let you run the treadmill from one life to the next. This is what makes me a threat as I won’t acquiesce hence the opposition is immense but I bear them no ill will and send gratitude instead for its all simply prep as these forces are what each must face at death in order to transcend and avoid the Be Kind, Rewind effect which leads to a swift reskin and another spin in this immense Game we’re all playing by using our Souls as credits.
I say that not out of arrogance or some haughty concept of my Self but because its the word that best describes their inner realm and the complete and total lack of autonomy they live in. Almost every single decision is based on outer things, often with a surface level analysis and no further questions. The oddest thing is these Slaves were once children who instantly wanted to know the what, why, where and when of everything (often to their parents chagrin) and somehow this light dimmed and they became complaint and docile beings due to the actions of the System which spent a decade plus boring them to tears whilst reforming their mind. Welcome to modern life where it shines from the outside with artificial light but is bombed out and depleted within. No wonder people hide this truth from themselves as they attempt to sell an image. It must be exhausting to live like this. What a waste of voltage as this increased resistance means less current for them as they’re not in the present moment, nor are they truly in their flesh as they choose instead to live in their head and use the socials to sell a dream about how the truly feel.
If you, like me, are an analog baby back when big booty TVs only had a channel or three and childhood was spent outside, replete with grazed knees and adventures to seek then you’ll probably perceive the difference easily. Those that came along recently were plugged in, instantly, and thus can’t spot the deceit. See, we were born in times of Real Real and see the deal which Fake Real streams to us directly. You may not believe its not butter but to them its straight out the dairy, feel me? There is no comparator on hand to make sense of the trickery as its all they’ve known since they were birthed into ThreeD. If we leap forward a gen or six we’ll see Fake Fake becomes the new Real as humanity shifts radically and even though we’ll be long gone when its in full swing the mind boggles at what they’ll believe because, once again, they can’t see. But lets back up an second and picture this:
Of course that means nothing to those wandering around this rock currently as the only stars they see are carbon based lifeforms like you and me who are designed to capture their attention via various forms of chicanery. Its odd, don’t you think, how people are obsessed with celebrity. Why in the world would you give a toss about the comings and goings of someone who knows not a jot of thee and cares even less as long as you throws some hearts on their Tweets and follow religiously?
On the flip the myths that shroud the stars in this culture are from days long gone and hold a wisdom that can offer a peek into the programming language of reality and script you live as well as offering hints on how to master it. All people were previously aware of this and those who hold sway and influence in times current guard it as their secret as this quote offers a hint about the powers therein:
Would you rather be rich or wise, my friend? Stop and think because whilst the answer may seem obvious one can’t create the next whilst the other can always be used to build a fortune with little effort once you know the rhythms of existence and the implications therein. Its why I’ve said life is a musical for it is and we, in essence, are the Psylense that underpins the performance and thus, without us, nothing exists.
Fear responses and self gratification. Really is all there needs to be said, yes? What? You don’t get it? I’ve just described your entire life. Not just yours but your entire lineage, long gone, current and yet to be incarnated into the ignorance you will gift them via your “just another link in the chain” existence that stretches from when your first ancestor abnegated their inner kingdom and bent the knee to allow imposters to ascend in their stead. You’ve just kept up that family tradition because you know nothing else. Its why Slavery is so effective because the power of tradition makes the inheritance of weakness seem like a strength as you run around behind delusion, entirely clueless that you are the both the problem and solution.
The true enemy lies in your head. Its why your chest and abdomen were targets way before you were sent to the concentration camp wing of the System known as school where standardized mind control did its thing and plopped the heavily processed and mostly disconnected version of you onto the treadmill of social progress via the acquisition of trinkets and or a thirst for validation.
Fear responses and self gratification. Five words sum up your entire life. There it is. Take it all in because that is the basis of it all for you. What? You disagree? OK, grab a pad and pen. Write those options on each end and start filling a list of every thing you’ve ever did and you’ll see that nothing falls outside of this paradigm. Five words. A life sentence. Sad, isn’t it?
Why have you never questioned this? Why have you ran from pillar to post then back again as the official party line in your head bleats “All animals are equal” when the hypocrisy is so evident. Fear responses and self gratification. The former prevents you from tackling the situation (and thus the world your seeds will inherit, both mental and physical aka being of it not in it) and the latter is available in abundance so you can remember to forget what it was that stressed you in the first instance. It really is quite clever and very slick. Bread and circuses, people. And when they’re no longer required? Watch the streets run red with rivers of blood, exactly as predicted because the inheritance of generations upon generations of suppression needs a vent and suddenly the hunger aspect of the Game is unleashed as people tear each other limb from limb screaming “Its them! They’re the problem. Get em!” as they whip themselves up into a frenzy. After the adrenaline dips and they realize what happened from indulging their whims they’d spent so long tamping down as they tried to fit in to the mold they were poured in as a kid to become another Adulterated brick in the wall of their own making suddenly the fear response kicks in.
“Won’t Big Daddy Government please do something?” they said with lips trembling and eyes wet. Problem. Reaction. Solution. A Game as old as the Empire. Actually scratch that, it is the Empire because without it nothing happens and thus you see how important you are to the equation because your reaction to the events is what moves along the narrative with you behind, them ahead. Donkeys live a long time whilst noble steeds are sent to the glue factory in the end as they die with the name of the one who profited from their lives and death on their lips. All because they couldn’t read the signs, otherwise they would have seen it coming.
As it stands you are trapped in a mansion with many rooms that offers many things, imperiences and feelings. Somehow you got tricked into moving into the basement which is kept extra funky on purpose. There are a few options down here but you’ve been mainly focused on the advent of wandering through that blue door again and seeing what you’ll get because its always a fun time experience that allows you to forget the mess you dwell within. Sometimes the place itself can get very scary and threatening as all kinds of lights flash and klaxons start wailing. Then you head to the red door which is scary as well but at least its not as intense. After it all settles you run to the blue door to feel better again. This is your life, sad isn’t it?
Both of those doors are just loops back the basement and designed to generate the illusion of options, progress and freedom when in reality you own the building and have free access to all kinds of imperiences and options as there is a veritable richness you inherited but haven’t claimed since a kid as your parents did the same thing, as did theirs before them. So it sits. Waiting for the one who possess the head, heart and stomach to realize the nature of the Kingdom within, stake their claim and mark their ascent. Comprehend, this is the true nature of fear and how to transcend it.
He sits there in the basement, wondering how he got into this. Suddenly the walls start shaking and he realizes this is to prevent the progress of this current train of thought. “Aha, derailment” he says as he notices the drama designed to shove him into the “Fear Response” door painted red. Instead he does no such thing. The threat levels are now at the highest they’ve ever been and yet he is entirely nonplussed. Suddenly, without warning, that which shook is now still. The “Self Gratification” door of blue looks mighty inviting. It beckons to him in a tone so seductive as it offers hints and promises of what he thinks he wants but instead he says “Aha, hooks. Go fish!” and avoids the subtle manipulation of his nervous system and just sits there as the Witness, watching it happen as he Knows he knows his in and not of.
The Game doesn’t like this. Not one bit. Cue the klaxon wail of authority designed to enforce the edicts that got him into the basement and force compliance if needed. “Nope” he says with a sense of gratefulness because by transcending the blue and red options he felt the fresh yellow rising sun within and by taking what the hues offered he alchemized the the three points of the triangle and was suddenly aware of the clear door via his inner vision. “Strange” he thinks as he reaches toward what was always present but engineered to be invisible to his polarity driven existence “Its quite clever how they hid this, right in plain sight but with the solution in pieces, just requiring a Witness then it all clicks” as he stepped into his Kingdom and felt at home with the familiar newness of his rather splendid mansion as he set about finding who had tricked him previously into living in the basement and how they created the imitation of an existence built upon the false free will choices of fear responses and self gratification. Comprehend:
The entire realm is mental ergo there is a universe you are in then there is the youniverse within which powers it. To the mind that is still, it surrenders, quick, as its the natural order of things for you are an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists that manifests as the pure consciousness within your flesh that simply modulates, not creates. This is why I urge each and everyone to do the Knowledge as its all about asking better questions to reality test as this reveals that F.E.A.R is actually an acronym so break the spell:
Thats the Ledge I Know it well hence I push the pen for the 8% the chosen who choose themselves because your Opponent will never, ever, ever tell that you are the force that powers this realm as without you naught exists.
Mindblowing, isn’t it?
Accept nothing less than total Knowledge of Self which is never sketched in any questions they’ll put on the test.
“Color in between these lines repeat what we said and we’ll place a squared circle on your head that will allow you to excel in a paradigm we built that has you looking anywhere but within as you chase all the money thats fit to print”.
Just like their folks before them and the rest of the Souls yet still waiting to manifest.
See, you can’t teach what you haven’t learned ergo the mind virus that feeds off man leaps from one gen to the next hence why the glow dims around six and not soon after they stop asking questions.
Some will shrug their shoulders as they’re all right, Jack whilst others click something quite important was “left” behind back when as they learned to grip a pen as school drove a wedge between them and their parents previously unconditional acceptance and affection.
If this is part of your innate whims then go for it but for the rest the 8%:
The Prime vibration is waiting for you to tune in and it speaks in Psylense so quiet your mind open your chest embody the resonance that comprehends they’re the only Soul in this realm and without them nothing exists for they are nothing more or less that pure consciousness wearing flesh to interact with this dimension of limitation in order to generate abundance transcendence and the best of everything for this rising tide doth lift all of the rest plugged in and who knows maybe a few of them may even recollect that they aren’t John of House Smith or any such BS but if they don’t thats cool as well for such is their script which their Higher Self set for this spin in the flesh whereas for we its so beautiful truly it is to become a diamond in a world full of coals thrilled by silicon tricks who’ve forgotten the shiny light of Inner Sense that is them:
Without beginning never ends hence unfinite states its best yes?
The Prime vibration is waiting for you to tune in to your true resonance inheritance and potential as well for all three are the same thing so accept no substitute which in a few will be a real hot topic as the bots wearing skin engineered to perfection will claim you’re oppressing them if you dare even suggest they are in and of this world whereas we we’re just visiting beaming a message on FM for those capable of listening questioning thinking for themselves and unraveling the narrative for the Prime is so generous so melodious so abundant that you can simply manifest all you wish in an instant by cleansing your depths accepting what is discerning what wasn’t then overhauling your OS as you update the wetware in head to listen to the heart instead for it Knows all.
I’ve broken the walls the limits are transcended. Get it? “Trance ended”.
