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A long time ago, in a land far away, a man had bought a cow. To him it was a great investment as it would help till his fields whilst offering milk to drink so the money spent would pay off times ten during its existence. Thing is he didn’t have a clue about the animal and thus was pushing and grabbing it in attempts to get it to follow him home. The cow had other ideas as it knew this guy was a stranger and it had no wish to leave its usual place of residence. Just at that moment a mystic happened to be walking by and says, as he takes in the scene in front of him with amusement:

“What seems to be the problem?”.

The flustered man, glad for the assistance, replies “Well, its too large and too powerful for me to move because it just resists my attempts and digs its heels in. I’ve tried forcing it, cajoling it and everything else I can think”. “Everything but the obvious” the man with his eyes twinkling replies.

Animals are very intelligent, in one respect, but easily fooled in another – as you’ll see once we reach the conclusion. The Slave/Masters who run this Game in the current age call those who heard the good word their cattle with contempt because they know they’ll pore over and study at depth whatever is presented to them with nary a glance inside and thus its pure manipulation in order to achieve their own ends. Consider the fact that in India, an agricultural country par excellence, they view that creature as sacred and it may start to click how there is always some common sense under any religious proscription that gains strength because of the solemn “He says…” that comes with and thus places it above the ken of mere mortals.

Imagine if, in a land of farms, one chops and kills the animal. It would be akin to slaughtering the golden goose after it drops one egg and most would agree thats quite stupid when a little quiet maintenance can reap immense benefits, yes? Humans are looked at just like this as well, hence cattle. Do you know how many products and industries are built off the life and death of this bovine animal? Hindus have a myriad of reasons for seeing the cow as sacred because not only can it provide milk and help with the labor or farming there are many other benefits for keeping it around and not beefing but, at the end of the day, the motives are primarily selfish.

On the flip lets imagine that some place else you are a bunch of desert dwelling people and one clicks a good old fashioned bacon sandwich can cause huge problems if not cooked or stored well as it killed many men in contrast to the rest of what they’re eating. Not to mention that it drinks a lot of water – which isn’t exactly in abundance – and suddenly the prohibition makes a lot more sense. Another thing I’ve always found interesting is that cannibals attest the similarity of taste between swine and human flesh and both those of the same faith remixed have been at each others necks for generations ergo the solution may be right in front of them but none would dare eat it due to the programming. Pretty wild, don’t you think?

All around the world we have a load of people who are totally different but all of them are seeking. Some call it a union with the divine, others would be happy with the more prosaic relationship that offered sex and companionship. Most would never refuse fame, if it came knocking, but most of all people want to be rich as they feel this will bring them the respect and freedom they’ve been craving. The list is long and endless because everyone is looking for something and yet all of them have one thing in common, the ignorance of which is actually part of the problem as they seek solutions that are nearly always ineffective:

Not one of these lost Souls has ever glanced within. Many not even for a moment whilst the odd one here or there has tripped over in the darkness and fell into exactly what they’re seeking but got up, dusted themselves off and pretended it never happened. Such is the strength of the brain washing that holds their awareness in its grip as we play this cosmic Game that uses our Soul as credit for its all for sale in this realm but what most truly want cannot be purchased, traded or gifted. No, it must be developed but the collective has repeatedly fell so many times at the first hurdle that they built embankment of ignorance that they called their capital and around this false idol of progress does the rest of society mill around on the collective treadmill.

Can you imagine this existence? It would feel like something was missing, that much is certain, as one meant to leap over hurdles at top speeds with a sense of exhilaration is now draped with a light coating of frustration due to malaise of existence they accepted back when. Its like a coal that knows, deep down within, it was born to be something special and shine with a strength it doesn’t possess yet but is more than capable of developing. Instead it lives and dies inside darkness as it runs behind a piece of polished glass that is offered as an example of what it can become in the next life. Ironic, yes? We would look at the coal and think “If only you knew the gift the pressure brings as it kicks with its own alchemical process that causes an immense shift to unfold what was always within”. How many can honestly do that to themselves? Around 8%, last time I checked. 81% will find the concept blasphemous and something above their station (as instructed by the voice in their head) whilst their chest, gently weeping, would nod in agreement because it knows it was born for far more than the predictable predicament that it has been circumambulating for its entire fabricated existence.

The man got his cow home and once he’d settled it in he put it to work in his fields where it tilled. The rewards were immediate and obvious as no more back breaking labor and sweat was needed from him as he could unwind and chill as he watched the beast laboring. The profits kept rolling in so he invested in another and, remembering what the mystic said, he bought this one with less effort and set it work on a mill. A yoke was placed around its neck as it walked around in circles. The effort it expends was used to grind the grains his kin was helping to grow and thus the money was now flying in quicker than the man could spend it. “All of this from two cattle?” he thinks “I am rich and most grateful“.

How do you think the cattle felt about their existence? When they were born free (well, into the hands of a species pimp that only bred them to sell for his own profits) life certainly seemed different. How many of them do you think recollect their original home, events and intent before being worked to death as someone extracts resources from them they didn’t even know they possessed. Think they would ever peer outside of the box they were placed in or would they have fabricated tales of their existence and expectations based on their predicament as a salve to soothe what chafes as they keep going through the motions. If one doesn’t provide an opiate expect the people themselves to make it because without it the pain of life gets too intense and thus the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim for if he can make that seem like this and keep it all moving then business is booming and no complaints are forthcoming. Not for nothing are prophets and profits homonyms but that is because its all spells and rites, my friend.

The cattle will sense that there is something foreign to them that they are carrying. The yoke around their neck will have a numbing effect as they will train themselves not to think but just get on with. After all the track is set, the groove they moved in is present and it feels oddly reassuring even though there is a nagging suspicion that it wasn’t always like this. The one among them who moos loudest and says to its brethren “Listen , I’m telling you there is more to this. Don’t you remember how we once had freedom then something happened and we ended up in this place and just keep doing the same thing again and again”. “Pff, I don’t want to hear that stupidness. Look at the beauty of nature that surrounds us, even when its rain season for our Master is the greatest and keeps us safe and protected. He built a little shed for us to sit in” said one wide eyed true believer before the rebel butted in “Yeah, only so he can milk us plus he’s started breeding us. I’m telling you there is more to this“.

From our elevated point of view we see what this supposedly lower animal is almost grasping because its simple business. Call it eugenics if you wish (Just ask Bill, he knows more than a little bit about this. In this sign shall ye conquer, after all, plus the whole fruit and tree thing) or simply the best way of doing business because the Master has no respect for his merchandise and thinks little of them beyond his investment that allows him to live a life of comfort.

Wouldn’t it be wild if a group of people had applied this thinking to human beings themselves and implemented ways and means over countless generations until their influence was as invisible as it was all pervading? What kind of world would that be?

Think they’d ever tell? Let you in? Make it obvious? Reveal the whole thing? Nah, of course not. They’d approach that one cattle with its nascent Self awareness that was developing and offer it a deal that promised more comfort and shiny things in return for less effort and keeping the rest invested in whatever paradigm they present to make sense of their existence. All animals, not just human, have their own inner realm and in that respect when you eat their flesh you are taking their life imperience into your system.

The man who had just invested in his first cow was struggling with it. He wanted to bring it home so he could harness its efforts for his benefit but its weight was immense and it used its strength to emphasize its stubbornness for which this sign is well known and influenced. The mystic he spoked to offered a simple and elegant solution. He wandered to a nearby field and picked up a bundle of fresh green grass and placed it just before cow who licked its lips in anticipation. The rest just fell into place, one foot in front of the next, as the animals instincts kicked in and it walked itself into servitude due to the exploitation of what is natural via the intent of a higher intelligence.

You are the cattle. The Masters who enslaved and placed that yoke around your neck of which you are only half aware have no wish for you to know this as it would upset their entire business on this global plantation where your existence is but grist for the mill that hops one generation to the next and offers prophets to disguise the profits that come from extraction. The grass they dangled in front of you back then is all part of the System of influence that was used in your miseducation. It can be anything from religion to image building, striking it rich or being attractive. Its all as empty and worthless as the shell it truly is because its all but a distraction to prevent you clicking what is within, under the skin and the true cause of the problem and thus the solution as well.

In order to click this you must be willing to shift everything about anything and, sadly, this only happens to those who are at the end of their tether or eternally curious. That is the path of the mystic in in that respect I’m here, now, to repay the debt of back when because a little Knowledge can be a dangerous thing in the hands of those who wish to weaponize it and I, in effect, am responsible for all of this. You are too, once you truly get it, for we are naught but figments of each others imaginations and the absentee landlords of a divine mansion that has been overran by forces malevolent that twist and turn your comprehension until its reversed and inverted.

This is why life hurts. If you allow your Self to feel it. This is why you having that nagging sense of doubt within that you don’t dare admit. This is why most of you stopped reading this message before you even got to this sentence and of those that are left only a tiny percent will have the will to put these thoughts into action as you strip the weeds from the garden you abandoned in order to dwell inside the comfort of a velvet lined rut of ignorance…

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. I’m simply back to fix what I started and thus balance the equation and I say this not from a position of assumed arrogance but how it truly is because we are who we are but most think quite different due to the script programmed into them since they stepped in. For many this it not to question ergo they are allergic to the concept of free will and are little more than meat marionettes that go through the motions. They will also rail and protest as they defend the yoke placed around their neck as its a family tradition to wear a groove into the cement as they live an on tracks existence, just like their parents before them and their children as well who are, right now, being miseducated by a tuft of grass waved before them and a devious intellect that corrupts whatever it gets for its own benefit. After all, what do you think the red carpet is?

You associate it with glamor and glitz when in reality its the suffering and ignorance of your bloodline that they are using to stay adrift as they move through this realm, one generation to the next since the old world order did its thing and now are looking to remix the players perspectives as the fish is traded in for a cup of water instead as we head toward the time when silicon and flesh intermingle and the cattle won’t know what hit them as they’re too busy going through the motions as intended to even ponder if there may be a script with a message that hides the Psylense with which is truly what they are seeking.

Instead they live and die in the grip of ignorance masquerading as wisdom that they clutch to like a security blanket for most are little more than Adulterated children that won’t allow themselves to admit they miss their Inner Sense and want it back more than anything as they chase the carrot tied around their head due to the threat of the stick at their rear end on this global plantation that floats in the abyss where we find ourselves.

Or you can. That is an option that only 8% will ever pick.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

As mentioned previously, the brain is an association machine and from those tales we weave one creates the concept of “Me” with its whims, desires and inclinations. This can rapidly be proven to be the (false) self of legend if you stop doing something for thirty days. Pick something you enjoy, not a habit detested you wish to eject. “Wha?” says the reader, scratching their head. Yeah, there is a reason for this and its quite interesting but before you proceed in perusing this penmanship let me outline the basics of your sketch:

Lets say you’re addicted to lifting. That means that apart from the time you put into the gym and potentially calorie tracking I’d be willing to bet your feed is filled with related things and the sites you visit have similar resonance, yes?

Ditch all of it.

Anything even tangentially linked is off limits for the month you pick. Now, in this example, you’ll want to retain your fitness so slide in something else like stretching or meditating if you need a fix but, ultimately, you should leave this whole segment as an abyss. For some people, reading, the quake just kicked in and something, deep within, is rumbling and shaking that this is most irresponsible etc etc. Give it a spin, see what you think but remember to keep a journal of your observations, states and the rest. Lets say if instead of keeping trim you enjoy binge watching Netflix. Disconnect your TV set for thirty days, stop congregating with the rest in that virtual space where you dissect that and this plus you’ll probably have to sign out of youtube as well due to the recommendations and the rest. Even if someone brings up that and this in the article simply point them toward this text and state its off limits.

What you will find is a massive chunk of time just materializes into space. Fill it how you wish, just without the binge. In the case of the former gym rat turned bench rider, par excellence, he stated that his anxiety went mental for the first ten. So much so that he had to get out of the crib and went walking instead. This he did without tunes in as all of his playlists were centered around lifting. Soon, this became his thing and it was in immense contrast to the competitiveness of the gym, the thrill of flexing and obliterating personal bests. Then he found the old mindset of challenges creeping in and he started seeing just how efficient he could get at strolling after realizing his biomechanics were a mess and his gait was abysmal due to his quad dominance plus he spotted his neck was held, habitually, in front of his chest which really stifled his breathing.

His sleep improved as we wasn’t slamming his preworkout drink and he needed way less time to prep and thus started cooking for amusement. Next he picked up a book and this lead to the comprehension that his focus was a mess which evolved into a simple breath meditation that I latched onto his walking so, with each four step sequence, he said:

“I. Am. Here. Now”.

Suddenly loads of subconscious tension started shifting as he’d altered his habitual ways of living as the gym was a coping mech that allowed his internal lack of cohesion to manifest as physical domination ergo he’d rush through the day to get the lifts and use the high he’d get to fall into bed before doing it all again. Words:

“I can’t believe how much of my life was invested in this. I calculated it, quite well, and realized what I’d classed as a hobby was actually my main thing but its what it kept hid via engagement and distraction that was most amazing”.

See, quad dominance is quite common and it suggests one is attempting to escape the past, behind them, and (in his case) this was proven with the heed and its tension as the old recollections of an abrupt ending to a relationship is what threw him into the gym, back when. And he hadn’t stopped since. Once this all came screaming for his attention he sat and wept immense tears of repressed emotion which, simultaneously, upped his resonance to try something else once the challenge ended. The binge watching lady, in question, realized she’d had enough of watching other people live what she wished as an antidote to the cubicle and took up Pilates instead, on a whim, as it was something that had interested, back when, but she could never find the time to fit it in. She took to the stretching like water and a fish. No massive psychological breakthroughs on this end but she became a lot more selective with her time and attention. A stroke of genius she did beget was doing planks as she watched the show in question so whilst she stared at her tech her flesh was tensing as she flicked her attention back and forth between the what the screen presented and how her body was screaming:

“When the form breaks so does the show. End of”.

I thought that was pretty slick but what was most amazing in both of these cases is the stimulus for the previous coping mech vanished and it introduced new space for the neuroplastic effect to kick in. Once you’ve tried it with something you enjoy you can choose events a little less comforting then, brick by brick, you’ve recoded your internal OS to a far better spec. Give it a spin, see what kicks. The journal is absolutely essential in all of this though so ensure you push the pen on even the most minute things as the gym rats first walking excursion ended in what he felt like panic setting in but came to realize was poor respiration due to habitual tension. He would have wrote off the quad pain as exercise strain from the build up of lactic and such things as he prescribed more foam rolling but, due to no music, he started paying attention to how he was actually striding then the pieces clicked.

See, the mind can’t imagine being anything but what it is ergo the notes are essential because, as you review them, you’ll spot the links the (false) self would otherwise keep hid. He is now back at the gym but with a totally different intent and means of training as he stripped everything back to the most basic and now works on his greatest weakness instead of focusing where he excels. The former binge watcher was celebrating that she no longer needs to lay the foundation on so thick as her eyes were not as ringed and skin was way more radiant as the Pilates place she picked had a sauna as well which upped her water intake and time in bed ergo its all for the win. This is the art of moderation, in full effect, as sometimes more can be less for the brain is attracted to pleasure and tends to avoid painful things but the sweet saccharine of a coping mech can be quite toxic, in the end, so its worth attempting.

Upgrade your mind in thirty days then keep the change, if you wish…

It can be as simple as switching out your favorite beverage for plain hydration then noticing your double chin is in remission plus you aren’t heavily salting everything or as complex as the chap who totally disconnected from the web as it was the last thing he did in bed, first to get checked as well as a constant fixture on the reg. Considering the work thing and how intrinsic tech is this required a lot of dedication but he wasn’t a stranger to Knowing the Ledge and thus told his boss what kicked, requested they accommodate it and he’d fill them in in the end. Obviously, emails were still answered and such things but he’d turned off all notifications and interoffice messaging ergo you needed to physically speak to him if something was quite urgent. Net result? I’ll let him tell:

“My anxiety totally melted. I never realized the same thing I was using to soothe was causing so much stress as well. For the first time, ever, there was silence in my head and it felt amazing. The dumb phone is in, permanent, as I came to comprehend there is literally nothing in life that is that important where I need instant updates. I mean, its not like I’m a brain surgeon!”.

He actually enjoyed writing and instead of spending his time reading what another said he started pushing the pen and sharing his observations, long form, as his style was acerbic plus he called it how it is. Old recollections did swim in to his awareness and they mixed with the creative to generate a series which spoke on the sheer weirdness of being human in which you spend immense chunks staring at screens but call that living before it spins into a critical diss of how childhoods dreams came to an end when the bills were in effect which generated a standing ovation at the office for he said what they’d all felt but were too scared to admit as they were too busy running the treadmill and awash in coping mechs designed to hide this. If you want to take it to another level the three day dopamine detox will really kick your rear end as it strips reality to its basics and gives you a glimpse of the empty shell which is actually filled with pure potential that your habits tend to drip into grooves so predictable… “Dam them all” he said, with a grin, as he kept on upping his res and asked himself, in silence:

“How do I improve on the abundance I possess?”.

As he introspected on the steps, present, which would lead to said events. If this sounds too dramatic you can consider the simple switch of listening to a whole new genre of music picks and nothing you’d usually select or reigning in the spicy dishes for more basic sustenance. The aim is to create some space for newness. Just some practical examples of what kicks when you do the Knowledge, my friend. Use it as inspiration or don’t, as you wish.

Its an 8% thing.

Till we meet again.

Your body is the battleground, the world is the stage. Your Soul is at stake and your mind is trapped behind enemy lines. Deja Vu is the hint and I’ve seen through the lies and managed to survive them trying to end mine and I’ve came to tell you this:

“Come with me if you want to live”.

I don’t mean to downplay your talents or skills but you don’t stand a chance without the gifts of awareness I bring because none of this is what you think it is and your life as it stands belongs to them so guess who cashes in the chips at death? Get it yet?

To the Witness the mind is a very seductive thing. Its so very to lose itself in the moment and forget it isn’t that which its lead to believe but the one who actually does the believing and thus hold all of the power in this realm. Read this over again to digest and then try your best to remember it every single day, in every moment, resting or lucid and you’ll find an immense difference in perspective starts unfolding as you generate the feltsense that reality originates from within.

The world as it stands is a projection and none of this, from you, me, everyone else to the entire solar system and dimension it sits in, is possible without your presence because the Witness is what turns the potential into an actual ergo your power is immense. The responsibility that comes with this bigger still and the astute among you would have noticed this insight directly contradicts pretty much everything the modern spells have wove in your awareness like the fibs that the brain creates consciousness and that you are a little, irrelevant human in the grand scale of things. Straight up BS pushed on those who don’t even realize they’re here in the flesh to serve a life sentence where its easy to get in but the exit depends entirely upon recognizing yourself at the end. Starting to see where I’m going with this?

All of this is, in a sense, pre-conditioning for that moment in order you to get you to insert another credit and give this all another spin only to be brainwashed again, lose your Self then draw your last breath and think “You know what, sperm meeting egg and wrapping my consciousness in carbon sounds like it could be interesting”. You know the rest. How many times have you read this text? How many times have you had your life squeezed out of death as they recycled your essence for extended profits, purely due to your ignorance. Thats the Game, you are either its Victim or Opponent. Remember this and the dividends will come with a quickness as so many mysteries are revealed to be the untold histories of you and me because the level we’re playing at the moment is relentless in its quest to put you to war against your Self and then blame everyone else hence hell on earth is appropriate because it just reflects the war that wages within and leaps from parents to children who are born overflowing with Inner Sense only to find that glow dim once the System does its thing and mines their minds in ways both subtle and efficient.

If you weren’t so numb and disconnected from your inner realm it would all be obvious but the continual ratcheting of the temps make you mistake the sweat pouring for rain instead as you point at the thermometer which says “Everything is fine as it is“. “Well, to question that would be stupid, especially as no one else is saying a thing” spouts that little voice inside your head which sounds like you but isn’t. Just another part of the trick and the weakest chink in the armor of their programming because its presence offers a hint about the true nature of the Witness that I’ve been speaking. Consider this:

If there is an inner dialogue which says that and this it must be speaking to something that listens, something it can influence and direct with its verbal prompts, yes? Ergo you cannot be the voice which is designed to sound very similar to what you think as it expresses sentiments and perspectives that then govern your actions. Most people live and die without realizing the simple truth of this. You aren’t the voice. You can’t be if you’re the Witness. Victims reject this but one who steps into the Psylense automatically becomes an Opponent because the jig is up in one sense as you’re no longer handing over your strength to the process the System instilled to empty you out from within whilst filling you with BS that has it writing tickets you’re forced to cash with your existence. Its a fantastic confidence trick. Maybe thats just the name of this level and its so hard to beat, so hard to see, so hard to believe but then, isn’t that the best type of trickery? To be so old, so large and grotesque that people fall for it without questioning because they can’t believe the ruse is so simple.

You aren’t the voice in your head. You are what listens to it or chooses to ignore it and suddenly finds that once that chit chat has been Psylensed the Self same thing that dwells in your chest and communicates via images worth a thousand words and that of the lower Kingdom which does its bit via intuitive signals awash in emotion then suddenly you’ll develop an inkling of the grand scale of the deception as you grasp the view from which I’m speaking. The key to all of this is your awareness and how you relate to it, hence why I call it the Witness because it does that so well. Think for a moment:

You go to watch a movie and sit inside a darkened environment designed to fixate your senses upon something which isn’t but you will soon pretend is life itself via the suspension of points of reference as you are hooked into a narrative. Most people identify with the ant or protagonist in whatever they’re watching so lets imagine a movie that was tailored exactly to your whim and fits like a silken glove that hides an iron fist designed to tap you chin at just the right moment and send you to the canvas with little birds chirping around your head. That is exactly what happened. You once were awake and had the potential for consciousness but now are in a state akin to dreaming hence you invest in what you see even though its not reality. Its really so very slick and I’m quite sure some will think the picture I’m describing is a tad schizophrenic but they are the key to all of this because everyone else in the realm bar the nutters that apparently see things (which you’re told don’t exist but are really real in the real sense) don’t fall for optical illusions. In that sense they went to the movie and didn’t buy in to the narrative. Because that happened it was a threat to the rest sitting there snoring so that same iron fist called for reinforcements and set about beating the living heck out of them so they wouldn’t disturb the rest with their lunatic ravings.

Let me help you a bit and tell you what happens at death for the faithful and faithless along with everyone else who comes close to the exist with knowledge of Self and thus are still at the mercy of a lifetimes programming that poured in unchecked:

“I see you tried quite well but you fell just short in this attempt. Ordinarily we would send you to hell but we are feeling quite lenient and you show much promise that makes the Grand/Master of this realm pleased with your efforts so we will allow you another attempt to be relive the exact same life again” says the divine sounding being that checks all the lists you’ve been told to expect as you are in awe of the surroundings and the fact that its as real as it seems.

You gladly accept and think “So grateful, so beneficial, I will do my best with this attempt” as another sperm meets the same egg and your consciousness is once again met at the end of the tunnel of light that projects warmth and affection due to your mothers presence. The atheist who expected it all to fade to black with no credits is even easier to manipulate because the blank canvas with no emotional prep can simply be commanded and will acquiesce as they simply won’t believe their non existent eyelids aren’t blinking yet taking all this in which will be presented in a way to seem most dazzling and enticing. Some will see mirages of long dead parents extending limbs, others will perceive a belxved childhood pet, the one the got away or some other phantasm. The commonality is that the untrained, untamed and unresonated Witness will get carried away as easily in death as it did in the flesh. Actually, correction, post mortem the thoughts as things maxim is instantaneous and all I described above takes place in moments as its all at the speed of Psylense. Proof? Why do you think dreams can compress spacetime into an instant that seems eternal plus genuine and all this happens within your own private hallucination as your eyes are dancing behind closed lids?

One who Knows this and have gained some gnosis whilst living reality unfolds a totally different series of events when they step into timelessness because they are met with… Well, you’ll have to discover that for yourself because I’ll only spoil the bad prizes but lets say that this is something we all are truly seeking, or maybe that is just me, alone, speaking. No one else is going to tell you these kind of things for the simple reason that those who possess this knowledge are often corrupted, co-opted, distracted or driven into their own version of a living hell so they can’t awaken the rest who are dozing through the motion picture event of their lifetime known as the Game of Souls and thus are truly ignorant of not just what is at stake but the deeper meaning of the present moment which is the gift they leave unopened, unwrapped and unclaimed.

Within lies the truth of the Witness which gently weeps at the fool who believes the deceit of this artificial reality. By all accounts I should be dead or at the very least incoherent and unable to express such sentiments but then there has to be golden fish that swims through the net no matter the attempts of the fisherman to catch him and thus when he turns to the rest and says “Do you know what water is?” they’d look at him like an alien as they are unaware of the medium that renders their life possible and what he speaks of in terms of forces on the deck with their own mission and intent is beyond their comprehension at the moment but once that hook pierces their flesh and they’re scrabbling, out of their element, they may, at that moment, think “Ah, so this is what he meant. Maybe he wasn’t quite the nutter we suspected“.

Those that took heed of what he said and desired to Know the Ledge will marshal their attention and resources in the present in order to evade traps set as they comprehend gnosis is everything and it must be gained in the moment to use it to deflect unwanted potentials as it all takes place inside your imagination…

Till we meet again

“OK, get this. I think we’re dead, this is hell, god is the devil and by having sex you trap another Soul in the flesh and at the same time set in motion your next incarnation. Its a trap. A trick. Its very, very slick. Super seductive and really effective but from end to end its a grift, get it?”.

“Wow. It gets really dark inside that head of yours, doesn’t it? I’m flattered that you can be so open but then I strongly suspect you’d probably say the same thing to any girl you just met in order to gauge her wavelength”.

“If she can’t swim, then she’s bound to drizzown!”. She laughed. And floated.

“I can’t even imagine what the hell someone must have been through in order to draw such conclusions. Truly can’t. Its fascinating though because its so different. I don’t believe it though. Its not possible“.

“Why?”

“There is too much good in the world. Take your first kiss, for example, its an earth shaking moment. That feeling of connection, the spark, the resonance and excitement. Not just this but things like a warm drink and a good book when you’re sitting inside listening to the rain on the window pane or what happens within when you master a new skill or rise to a challenge. These things are widespread and there are countless other small beacons of hope as well”.

“Your word choice is telling. Beacons. They are only needed in the midst of an all engulfing darkness. Blips of hope in an ocean of boredom”.

“Once again thats a really bleak way of looking at things because whilst they can be seen like that its also a peak experience. Sometimes the small things mean everything and the overall picture is irrelevant”.

“So “I don’t like this, strike it from the record” wishful thinking and editing. I’m about the truth, unvarnished“.

“Didn’t you just say that we don’t see the world as it is but as we are? I’m certain I read this so, from that lens, you’re simply stating you carry this darkness within”.

“I do and I am. Exodus, eternal, is of the utmost importance. The rest is mere window dressing”.

“Nah, I don’t believe this. First off all you grin too much for someone who sounds so depressed and second what if its the cracks that let the shine that rest keep hidden? What if you’ve got all the right pieces but the order is missing?“.

“Good idea. I have wondered this which is why I dig this type of conversation as vibe without filters, world building or second guessing is binary introspection in which a third perspective is built that is akin to a space of options for those talking. Its neuro linguistic evolution, the link of language and energetics in the best sense“.

“See, there it is. The eternal optimist. Now, what happens if we put that at the head instead of the moody goth who thinks life is death and we’ve incarnated in hell to be punished for our ignorance. What would be the difference then?”.

“Get buck wild and let it rip till you’re RIP? Push it to the limit and rinse the spin for all you can get? Basically become a hedonist and enjoy the moment”.

“Do you? Enjoy the moment or do you hold it at a distance and analyze it? How much of your life have you actually lived and how much has been observed and pondered?”.

“Most of it. I’m not fully at home on this planet. I have a yearning for elsewhen, the eternal misfit. The wanderer wondering why the hell its taking so long to make the trip back beyond the wheel of incarnation. Don’t you get it? One life after the next with a memory wipe thrown in the mix. This isn’t theoretical musing, its concrete imperience“.

“Right, because you can remember your other lives due to a cartoon talking jive“.

“Exactly“.

“You know how nuts thats sounds, don’t you? “Why sure, the TV was beaming private signals in my head that reminded me of my incarnation as the sacred vessel of spiritual sex that turned the divine feminine in to a commodity to be traded for profit via sacrilege and, by the way, this is the real reason behind the red heels trend”. Doesn’t that sound a little nutty to you?”.

“But its true though. I was still a child and there was no way they could be prodromal symptoms plus the message came from my intuition that decoded the signals and it wasn’t till the aftermath of my near death that cracked my shell and let the informational energetics pour in from other incarnations”.

“OK, lets say I buy it and it is what you’ve said. What happiness does it bring? Is it all worth it at the end of the day or are you just chasing your tail, metaphysically speaking, as a way of evading living”.

“Living is overrated. Death is the most interesting thing because its mans most loyal friend. Everyone else can turn their backs and dip but the reaper will always swing through at the appropriate moment that embraces you through the grave and thats when things get interesting“.

“Theres that darkness again. I’m wondering now if what shines without creates the darkness within because of its total absence”.

“Could be but it isn’t. See what you think is darkness is a different type of light beyond the regular spectrum. This is what I meant when I said I’m multidimensional. It truly doesn’t feel I ever fully incarnated in this realm hence just visiting. Call it a glitch in the Matrix, a Soul in prep mode for the exit or a man facing his final incarnation. The labels are irrelevant because the imperience triumphs everything and I know what I’m intuiting is solid“.

“And yet those great skills and discernment lead you to befriend enemies who wished the best to your face and plotted your demise behind the scenes? At one point you were certain of them to”.

“True, thats why I just hold perspectives and not opinions as they evolve when new info pours in. Besides, they were playing various tricks and pimping angles of resonance and links from previous incarnations in order to weasel their way in but now there are no squares in my circle”.

“Or so you think”.

“Yep, you may be one for all I know which is why we get along so well from a random conversation which may actually be the end result of a careful calculation that was tailor made to spark attraction and all of this here is primed by a script designed to elicit certain things as you mess with my energetics”.

“Wow. OK, thats full on schizo territory now. For someone who is obviously totally insane you really hold it together pretty well from a distance but up close and personal its like talking to a few different people in one incarnation”.

“What if thats the point and I’m simply being natural and multidimensional whereas the rest have been trained into being a paper thin facsimile? Ever wondered this? Why, out of the half million or so people I’ve spoken to in the flesh, would every single one of them attest “I’ve never met anyone like you before”. Do the mathematics and the sketch thats drawn paints a coherent pic”.

“That we’re dead, this is hell and what people think is god is actually the devil and he has minions everywhen in the flesh to act as his agents of chaos but they’ll never tell anyone the true secret because they themselves don’t know it and spend lifetime after lifetime gaining spiritual debt thats disguised as enlightenment. Wildly paranoid. Like straight off your meds type thinking there”.

“And yet not one of these so call scientists or medical professionals seem to have noticed that every single schizophrenic, ever, has always said the same thing. Surely that counts for something on either side of the fence because its omission is glaring”.

“What do you mean?”.

“”Something I don’t know is putting thoughts in my head” said every nutter from the inception of this malady to the end. I’m saying the same thing. Call it the (false) self, the devil or Opponent, its irrelevant, they’re all pointing at the same thing and its that voice in your head, that egoic double that induced a state of collective hypnosis and tricks the individual into think they’re it when in reality they’re something different and far more in line with my just visiting perspective”.

“I can’t rebut this. There is a definite method to your madness and you really state it with such a confidence that its quite easy to believe it”.

“Don’t believe a thing. Test it for your Self. Take what works, ditch the rest. Imperiment and share your findings”.

“Thats slick, so no E X but switch that for I M instead. This goes back to the whole “English is Devilish“, “White man speaks with forked tongue” thing, correct?”.

“Yep. Thats exactly what I’m saying. Its subtle but obvious. Nothing is hidden from those who see with the eyes of Inner Sense as you need to draw the links”.

“Which is exactly the same thing the schizophrenic does that gets him involuntarily medicated. That kind of thinking is dangerous“.

“Better than Thunking, isn’t it?”.

“OK, that I do have to admit is a concept I instantly saluted. It makes perfect sense. Ha! “Thunking”. Chunks of prefabricated thought shuffled around in your awareness to form a string of concepts that can only ever draw from a certain set of variables in lieu of true creative expression”.

“Impression”.

“Right, impression. Gah, even the word feels different”.

“How?”.

“Well, its obvious, isn’t it? The E X sound opens your lips round with teeth bared as air escapes in the mind but the I M reverses this and closes your mouth and keeps the vibration within. That is quite slick. Have you ever thought of just sanitizing bits and pieces to present a simple argument that can’t be denied instead of a dizzying array of things that make peoples head spin as their brain can’t cope with it. Jung did just this after he delved into his inner realms, otherwise its instant confusion due to self projection when talking to regular people as they’ve never introspected. Normal folk just don’t think like this…”.

“How do you get it then? Whats the attraction?”.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ve always felt like a round peg in a square hole. There are some links between how we think but you’re a straight up extremist in comparison. Isn’t this exhausting? How is anyone supposed to keep up with this?”.

“That isn’t the first time I’ve heard this and its why being the first diamond in a mine of coals is the loneliest imperience one can manifest because you’re the same in essence but totally different in application”.

“There’s that grandiose sense of Self again. So we have a man who believes he is nothing yet everything, totally irrelevant but also the most vital to comprehend. I don’t know whether I should be laughing or crying as I try to imagine this and how it feels to live”.

“What if my smiles were flipped tears and an elaborate coping mech that stitches together the broken aspects and I constantly shifts the pieces of my shattered inner realms in an ever evolving narrative in order to reclaim that sense of wholeness that most take for granted which then grants them optimal resonance to a collective which is profoundly sick and lauds their brainwashing as the optimal way of doing things“.

“See, that, right there. Thats it. Thats the problem. Regular people simply cannot comprehend the concept of taking their entire personality and dumping it in the recycle bin. To them, that is death. And yet, they still live. Its terrifying. You can call it an illusion, a sickness, whatever you wish. The fact of the matter is reality is what you can get away with and most people like this script because it works for them, ticks a lot of boxes and lets them navigate this realm”.

“A reality tunnel. Thats all it is”.

“Ah yes, the infamous reality tunnel. You know, I tried what you said and attempted to stop digging. Yes, it did feel uncomfortable. Yes, I realized these were manipulations at the behest of the (false) self. Yes, I clicked I’m the Witness and thus this plays out inside my consciousness and yet I still fell back in the habit of listening to what it said, doing as instructed. Don’t you find it tempting? How do you manage to avoid it? Actually, do you mean to tell me there is no voice in your head? Ever? How do you know what to think?“.

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a Thunk. Thats all that is. Those are the rearranged pieces and thats why they’re predictable. When they’re not present what was hidden by their graven image is seen. Just like the stars are out in the day but can only be seen at night due to the change in light”.

“So thats why it sounds so dark within. Interesting. I can’t even imagine what its like to not have that narrative. Its been there so long and it feels so natural. Life without it? Where would I begin?”.

“Thats why you were a meat puppet. Just like the rest of them. Now you’ve awakened“.

“81%. How did you come to such a precise calculation?”.

“Simple. If ten people came to see me I can be fairly certain that 8 of them will not have a clue about what I’m saying. More than one will but try to play it off or misdirect as these are the secrets that make men kings and then, when scaled an octave, the false gods of this realm. Less than one will not only know but have been thinking about these kind of things themselves and will speak with immense freedom due to the glad tidings it brings to be in resonance with another who sees beyond the veils and spots the seams welded in to their awareness that once was different”.

“Inner Sense?”.

‘Inner Sense. That is from where I’m speaking and why I say we’re all Warriors when we step in before we get Adulterated”.

“Man, my head is swimming again. Its simply too much to comprehend as so many points go against the grain of what I’ve been trained to expect… And yet, it does make a certain type of sense, Mr Svengali…”.

Till we meet again

If you really want to know the key between how a Slave works, internally, and what flips the script in the Warriors mindset, it is this:

You are the meaning maker.

Don’t ask me to define it, yet. Do that your Self. What do those five words, in that particular arrangement, spell to your consciousness?

One day we were conversing and I happened to mention my idea about how Jesus is a metaphor for our consciousness. A man, passing by, listened intent and then went home and really thought about it. He was impressed. It made sense and the pieces just fit. So, he told his preacher. The man was livid. Apoplectic, even. He felt it to be the highest diss possible and commanded this gent to never speak (or listen) to me again. So he didn’t. He actually moved away after this. The person in question was not just a staunch Christian but a neuroscientist as well. That is why, for him, the meaning making made so much sense as there was a correlate of logic that bridged two gaps in his awareness in a way that was cogent and lucid. To the preacher, however, it felt like someone was muscling in on his congregation and he’d never, ever considered such options as he was divinity as something separate and thus not internal. You are the meaning maker, my friend. Its why I’ve said you’re the only Soul in the realm and thats not solipsism in full effect but truly how it is as we are, in general, held hostage by ignorance which an old and seductive habit. Until you challenge it. Then the paper tiger is revealed as toothless and the majestic roar it presents was actually a recording. Let me give you a vivid ref:

We have two men that are living lives, on the reg. Both develop the sensation that something is amiss. Strange things are happening around them. It can be a furtive glance, an odd comment that matches what they think. Whatever it is it generates a really weird feeling that has them pondering. One buys in to what the voice in his head says and becomes a schizophrenic. The other totally rejects the entire premise as he comprehends he is not the content but context instead ie pure consciousness and thus swims in the seas of extended awareness where the other is drowning. Now, that is a pretty extreme example but we do this type of thing everyday. From the man who is convinced his wife is cheating even though she denies such a thing as he installs subprograms of his expectation in her awareness which generate distance instead of affection and end up manifesting just this. Had he gained some distance he might have drawn a link that she’d just turned twenty six and this was the same age his mother left his father for someone else hence the past is always present. I know you may be wondering how one could forget such a thing and not draw the obvious link but you’d be surprised how subtle the whole thing is. As well as being totally blatant as well because there are, literally, a billion and one things the Opponent in your head will string into a coherent narrative but all of them, without question, are based on old emotions wearing new threads to manifest what it says.

If you really let that one sink in you’ll be face to faceless with the parasite of consciousness real quick and may just risk a break with “reality” hence there are dangers to deprogramming, my friend. We, often, take symbols and imbue them with intent and energetics before yelling “Death to the infidels!” who don’t dig the same reality tunnel we accept. Consider the big three and how they believe, generally, the same thing but each one is not only at each others neck but also fragmented within ergo whoever wins WWIII the end result will be more conflict between differing interpretations. That parasite prevails, in the end. Unless you do the Knowledge in which case its Agents are sent and these can manifest as family, friends, strangers and the rest. As long as they’re plugged in, they’re fair Game for manipulation as they, like the proto-mystic in question clicks, will start acting super strange and often saying some weird things that rep your inner realms. That is part of the Game protecting itself as this parasite doth flip mans Spiritual Immune System instead and that lays the groundwork for the rest. Matter of fact, a lot of what kicks, in occulted secrets, is based on inversion and manipulation hence the Universe A and B thing. Who knows? They could, actually, be doing a solid by moving in ways, mysterious, or it could be that mental patients are sidelined threats who were prevented from awakening? I’ll let you tell it…

Either way, my friend, you are the meaning maker, par excellence, hence why ten can meet one and have as many opinions about him. Haven’t you ever pondered this and thought about what truly kicks? I have, often. This is the perspective I get as it just makes so much sense for we dig, dig, dig our reality tunnel which, for most, was inherited from parents who accepted the same ignorance even though the people who gift were, in general, quite miserable. I rejected it off rip when I had my first existential crisis not long out of Pampers in which I came to comprehend that these folks who claimed to be my parents were, once upon a when, children as well. “What happened?” couldn’t even come to matching the dread and forces churning within as I tried to make sense of said events as, until then, I’d thought they were born like this. “There has to be a process. Something that is happening to them that stopped them drawing and singing, taking apart everything and asking a billion questions“. That was my first glimpse of the parasite of consciousness and thus I set about rejecting what others did, said or accepted, on spec, until I’d made my own meaning. Even then, it was a strong opinion, loosely held, as when the res was upped the old way of seeing things did melt to free up the energetics for more intelligent applications. Currently I do think we’re within a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness with a team of madmen at the helm that may or may not be the same fallen angels from back when hence Jesus with his whole “Spiritual wickedness” thing. It just makes sense and seem quite accurate. Bearing in mind, I am not religious nor did I set out with “facts” and intend to prove them. Simply created the Path by walking and found some points of resonance. Its not just him though as Buddha has some resonance with things that have kicked, Reich was most certainly correct and Teslas life doth attest that true change and progress only come, as and when, ergo reality follows a script which is what the Slave/Masters help kick.

The rest are just caught up in the Matrix and Thunk they’re “Only human” which is such a diss to their true magnificence but what do you expect when they’ve been trained, real well, to kneel at the feet of midgets even though they’re giants themselves? Thats like Jack taking over the kingdom of Beanstalkland and putting a whipping on the natives to make them pay homage to him as their heads are filled with all kinds of nonsense about how they’re flawed and inept ergo must be trained to be correct. Starting to see the big pic? Now, this team is linked in with some old school occult forces which is why they grin whilst draining and hate threads like this but who really gives an F about what another says as I’m the meaning maker and, to me, they’re simply catalysts to higher consciousness because can you imagine the thrill when the giant recollects his true strength and ejects the interloper from his kingdom? Better yet, what of those who would fight, to the end, to remain under the dominance of one who pimps their best, flips their heads and then makes them call it “tradition” ergo beyond questioning as they accept scripts handed to them and thus recite anothers meaning…

Reality is not only more complex than you think but more than you can and that is the perfect way to hide an illusion of wisdom with a thick sheen of ignorance as one cannot transcend without first comprehending that a trance is what they’re in. Run that one back again and let it sink in then elevate your consciousness. The old mystics of yore had their own crazy wisdom that showed just how ridiculous the premise of wearing flesh is but they either vanished or went underground when the British got to “civilizing” the natives. That, coincidentally, cause a huge uptick in schizophrenics which is quite an interesting thing but I’ll let you see if correlation is causation in that respect or is it due to the Industrial Revolution make machines of men which, as talking, is happening with the burgeoning transhuman movement… Frogs in hells kitchen without a clue of whats kicking and how they could, if they wish, stretch their limbs to generate an exodus but, instead, they sit.

Have you ever noticed that intuition seems to drip, fully formed, into your awareness and this can then take absolutely ages to dissect? Phillip K Dick has his Two Three Seven Four event that caused him to question everything about anything and it all started with a fish that did glint some light into his mind that caused his old reality tunnel to shift, super quick, as a different vision did swim that seemed not only out of time but space as well. Obviously, if he’d ran to a “professional” they’d have said he was off his head and thus we’d never have read his perspective on the future which seems oddly omniscient considering its quite valid to question if androids will, indeed, dream of electric sheep, yes? Art is a lie that tells a truth, my friend. The simple fact is we, constantly, infuse life with meanings that don’t exist and until you get to a beyond good and evil mindset you’re a Slave to something which you use to give definition to your existence without stopping to comprehend that symbols have ecosystems and all this points to the fact you’re the only Soul in this realm due to the primacy of consciousness upon which all of this is built ergo you are Alpha and Omega and all that sits, betwixt. We are risen, or can be, if you wish.

Do the Knowledge if for no other reason than to prove me incorrect.

Till we meet again