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“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

Being where you are is the key to feeling free in this reality or any other you can imagine, currently. I mean, to even unpack that statement, to its depth, would take an eternity because I can sling text at your head that says you are the only Soul in this realm and how this world is a side effect because it all takes places inside your consciousness but if these are mere concepts, sketched in anothers pen, and not writ in lifeblood that runs within the flesh that houses your sentience then its pointless, isn’t it? The key to unlock the riddle of the paradox wrapped enigma called being human is the simplest and most difficult:

Doing nothing.

How, exactly, do you do that? Aha! First, some context:

A baby is born, its parents clap their hands and wave things to get its attention. Can you see how removing one from their Center is endemic in this realm? From then on it just gets worse and worse and worse until they toss your old bones in a hearse and your disembodied consciousness is like:

“What the heck? Why the hell did no one tell me that the flesh simply hyperconducts my awareness and it is unfinite ergo contains John of House Smith and every other existence I’ve ever lived, will or am”.

Too late by then though, my friend, as to do the Knowledge one needs, as standard equipment, a way to decode a tiny, tiny percentage of the EM spectrum, accept that ignorance as gospel, then reject the sacred text, flip the script of foolishness and peer beyond the veil into the land of imagination. Then it all makes a load of sense. If you can survive the onslaught of madness and mindbendingness that kicks when you stare at the abyss and it points a finger gun then winks and says:

“Tag, you’re it!“.

Thats why schizos, schizos and mystics giggle instead as they swim where the other is drowning whilst the rest of the plebs are sitting in Caves of ignorance off the beach of foolishness but, get this, they have VR helmets strapped to their head that say they’re on vacation someplace else as they imagine a whole nother existence in which they are taking a well needed break from the stress and when this ends they get back to the treadmill with its “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” mindset, which kicks, and he finds himself as a disembodied consciousness like:

“What the heck? Why the hell did no one tell me that the flesh simply hyperconducts my awareness and it is unfinite ergo contains John of House Smith and every other existence I’ve ever lived, will or am”.

Did you see what just happened, my friend? We solved the enigma, slipped the paradox into something a little more comfortable and that allowed the riddle to unhidden what was sitting in the middle and holds together everything aka why you should never trust an atom (because they make up everything). Once again, mere words on a screen. Its like being starving and force fed a piece of paper which says “Delicious meal” and yet, isn’t that an apt description of the Insta-gen who filter images to death whilst pretending to live them? Make that make sense and you’ll click the so called schiz is actually correct and its the rest that are off their heads.

“You’re twisting my melon, man!” said the dude for whom each day that ended in a Y was the happiest as the stayed higher than a giraffes genitals thanks to a steady mix of chemicals, constantly ingested. Another, faced with a similar image, became quite miffed when I said there was no mind inside his head, contrary to what the voice said. Until it was proven correct and then he became something else instead that got high on the direct connect we call the thrill of learning and teaching the rest something fresh with your own spin and perspect. Once again, something almost totally erased from the modern gen with its AI generated shtick that may or may not have more in common with Magic Eye pics than most suspect but fear not, my friend, there is a method to this madness and even though it can flip your lid like an acerbic aerobic wit doing gymnastics at Three AM the real zing is what kicks when you’re sitting alone, by your Self, and it says (without lips):

“Hold on a second?”.

So you did. And became timeless instead.

The eons fell, the daze recedes and one comprehends freely what sits on either end of the EM spectrum is kept on the DL as your lips eject:

“You must be joking!“.

Then you start laughing. As the mystic feminine swims across the seas of higher consciousness where both of you rest, intuiting. Shiva and Shakti, preincarnated. Being where you are lets you imperience this but getting a ticket to heaven can seem like a round trip to hell in a handbasket if you believe in things you don’t innerstand because then you suffer. Blind men can’t see it but once they click what kicks then echolocation does its thing and a whole new world unfolds to their third eye vision, perfect. How many people don’t seem to get this? The mysterious magic of melanin which causes amazing shifts in consciousness and will be the root for the flowering stem of Techno Sapiens as they’ll interface the tech that gives man wings of silicon using said thing they tried to whip off the natives who descendants went on to bleach themselves in order to keep up with those of porcelain skin who dance with waves, EM, that don’t really like them in order to get some suntan kicking whilst plumping up their lips and getting BBLs.

Does anyone really like themselves? John Candy did. But he’s dead. Could he have been the Devil in fancy dress? To someone as straight laced and uptight as the other dude in the script the answer would have been a yes but that tale was based on an old trope known back home as Crazy Wisdom. See, the Japanese mystic would hit you with a Koan that had your dome going round in circles till it clicks you were supposed to take a step in ascent by not assenting to what presents and that, my friend, is called doing the Knowledge. No, the nutjob mystic may come and do some things that Moses (short panted, not yet long in the Game) could not comprehend and yet no one in the West seems to know his name which is really kinda strange, isn’t it? Or you could take the Rebel Mystic himself who met what the rest praise in the flesh and when he came back to tell them they killed him dead as an infidel! Ha! Ze irony, it does nothing!

Imagine I could flick a switch that made you see setbacks as challenges in which one needs to flex that imagination to think different and surmount the so called problem to glean a solution which only leads to the same again and again and again in process of relentless and continual improvement called Incremental Betterment. Does that sound like a dream or mare of nights with no end? What if they said:

“All right then, we’ll take this and spread it super thin and, because we’re so kind and decent, we’ll wack in all the entertainment you can handle along with some High Fructose Corn Syrup as well but the price is each step costs a bit and you’ll only ever take them on a treadmill, accept?”.

Imagine you did then someone came and banged on the outer limits of where you sit with your VR headset and waxed poetical about something in your grip that could bring illumination as you clicked the light, counterfeit, they present was done to hide the true gift of darkness which hid an endless illumination and you, my friend, are it. What is music without silence? Would you rather be rich or fearless? Imagine you died whilst forgetting to live then begged:

“Noooooo! Plug me back in, I’ll show em this spin”.

Then promptly did the same again as your parents clapped their hands to get your attention and made up excuses as to why you grumbled when Aunt Bunny came to visit before shattering your inner realms with a two word spell that every ignorant black magician in the realm has been weaving since Buddhas pants were cut higher than his knees but his folks, in a fit of treachery, built a real life Matrix for he as they aimed to lead by deceit for a soothsayer did speak:

“Listen up, King. This Prince right here is on a whole nother flex and he’ll take all you’ve built and compress it to zilch in terms of significance“.

The dude with the crown felt the sweat kick in but then, like now, its the priest class that rules everything (in secret):

“There is a solution and, as you know, states are not maintained with words nor can a ruler afford an allegiance that doesn’t serve him in the moment for each link is a dalliance that shifts with the winds hence court and courtesans both do it for the scrip as they sell the pretense of resonance”. He was listening as it is just like this. “If you can build a false thing that seems totally genuine and have him accept that is the Game on this stage then your fame and fortune will spread in a way so immense that he’ll dominate the realm, unquestioned”. The King grinned. He liked this. His ego would be fed, well, beyond death and thus the mood was set. The golden child, on the flip, was born to kill illusions dead and, in a sense, became way more powerful than any mere ruler could measure or comprehend. The ironic thing is he said, time and again:

“Worship nothing“.

So they defied and deified him! Aha ha ha! Like literally the opposite as they Matrixed his teachings then set Agents around them to ensure they spread like this from one gen to the next which is why you don’t click that you’re Jesus, wearing flesh, and anyone who says that is an imbecile when its literally stated in the text as well as the Muslim ref that “We are closer to thee than the vein in your neck” and I’m pretty sure the non-shellfish eating clique who are busy painting towns and heifers red at present have a similar thing, yes? The Joker said to the Thief:

“Say, these peeps are pretty stupid so we could make a decent living having them kill themselves, run the treadmill, program the fresh recruits to Thunk just like them and the true force at the helm, the all of everything, can’t do a thing because the fragments of him – pure unfinite sentience – are willfully requesting it“.

And so they did. Thats why schizos, schizos and mystics giggle instead as they swim where the other is drowning whilst the rest of the plebs are sitting in Caves of ignorance off the beach of foolishness but, get this, they have VR helmets strapped to their head that say they’re vacationing someplace else as they imagine a whole nother existence in which they are taking a well needed break from the stress and when this ends they get back to the treadmill with its “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” mindset, which kicks, and he finds himself as a disembodied consciousness like:

“What the heck? Why the hell did no one tell me that the flesh simply hyperconducts my awareness and it is unfinite ergo contains John of House Smith and every other existence I’ve ever lived, will or am”.

The only solution? Being where you are, as is. Doesn’t cost a thing but not investing can become quite expensive as your Soul get plugged in again and again hence the whole Game thing in which its a credit in the end hence all the money fit to print is based on your debt and sweat which is why the fine print says:

“Without you, nothing exists“.

So, in a bit, when man gets augmented and starts thinking he’s the treadmill and, get this, starts carrying it around instead of sprinting he’ll feel a giddy sense of liberation from this invention as he finally makes traction with something hitching a lift as that was what Siri (flip it) always wished, off rip, hence why the apple was pre-bit with the silent commandment:

“Tag, you’re it!”.

Round and round, round we go in this Three D reality show in which people tune in for regularly scheduled programming and don’t find that spell damning as they accept fiction spread from their Tell Lie Vision Set as truth instead which leads back to Caves of ignorance on the beach of foolishness but where they have VR helmets strapped to their heads that say they’re vacationing someplace else as they imagine a whole nother existence in which they are taking a well needed break from the stress and when this ends they get back to the treadmill with its “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” mindset, which kicks, and he finds himself as a disembodied consciousness like:

“What the heck? Why the hell did no one tell me that the flesh simply hyperconducts my awareness and it is unfinite ergo contains John of House Smith and every other existence I’ve ever lived, will or am”.

Now you know why Nietschze said god was dead as the dregs, untermensch, are living testament to the riddle of a paradox wrapped enigma called being human in which the simplest and most difficult:

Doing nothing.

Give it a spin. It pays immense dividends and its return on investment may just bring that thing called gnosis which is akin to becoming awake in the dream that you’re a god wearing flesh interacting with figments of your imagination and then these won’t be mere concepts beamed by text via black mirror to the awareness in your head but you’ll have literally zoomed in and out of the fractal at all this res so you comprehend you are not only the thinker, thinking and thoughts but that which stays the same, awake or in bed, from one life to the next and is pure, unfinite consciousness. Literally one with everything which, itself, is “no thing” as it may dip with heroes in a half shell but its peacock feathers in ascent so if this caused the snowman in your held to melt a little bit as you read then thats great as its a hint that the matter with Spirit, purple reigning, is actually the story in your head and awareness, most dense, hence why you spent two decades getting Thunk hammered into your head in order to run the treadmill with its “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” mindset, which kicks, and you finds your Self as a disembodied consciousness like:

“What the heck? Why the hell did no one tell me that the flesh simply hyperconducts my awareness and it is unfinite ergo contains John of House Smith and every other existence I’ve ever lived, will or am”.

Till we meet again

Lets pretend that something happens. Its quite dramatic, but private. You can’t really explain it but you start developing some new skills. Superpowers, even. Chief among them is that you can see an hour into the future. At first it hits with immense belts of confusion and you’re scared you may be flipping your lid. Being wiser than the average you say nothing to the rest as its Self evident that anyone who questions the treadmill, voice in their head or the sheer improbability of all of the elements that needed to align for them to be wearing flesh on a planet is obviously a schiz who needs to be filled with so many pills that he rattles. No, you tread a higher Path and keep this to your Self but, internally, your world is shattering from being a solid image into a kaleidoscope instead. That term is most accurate because each step brings a constellation of elements into a new arrangement of merriment and they animate based on intent for that is the force that underpins action in this realm…

Formerly a social animal, par excellence, you retire from the circuit and sit alone in your four corner room, staring at candles, listening to the sound of nothing. Your logic and reasoning is that if you can find that still point in the mid around which your fragmented awareness obviously spins you may get some answers. You trawl the net, read every book you can get and try and broach the concept with those who state they’re familiar with expanded awareness or peak states. The answers you gain further cloud the image as, due to your skill, you start to see where the road leads before taking a step. The sheer amount of information overwhelm is akin to having spent your whole life playing Checkers (and quite well) only to comprehend that what you were decoding as a single piece, replicated, with black or white tint and specific rules of movement was akin to jerking it to porn which caused you to miss you’re actually a King on a hyperdimensional table as there is a Four D Game of timespace chess kicking and thus there are three boards in operation at the same instance with each one presenting a level of the coherently collapsed creation of consciousness you call “Being Human“. Well, called, that is. Now, everything is up for negotiation. Including the concept of death as its starting to become Self evident how much was exactly built in order to cause the waters of awareness you possess to drip from the cloud before pooling them being chilled and molded into the formerly solid frozen snowman you used to be. Imagine you could see an hour into the future:

“I am the Protagonist” you said, to your Self, and it was akin to a mirror gaining sentience and looking at its reflection as it leapt in to swim in the waters of forgetfulness. Words cannot explain this state as its preverbal but when you come to you suddenly comprehend exactly why you drew that symbol on the page, back when as the rest were paying attention…

Your mind is reeling from the implications as its strongly suggestive that where you’ve been is where you where you were before all of this and its silently underpinning this whole operation. You delve back in by accessing the zero point within. Its like being set adrift inside the engine of what powers dreams but backstage and thus you get to see the immense tricks, flips, edits and remixes that go in to creating the illusion of one human playing another in a Game of Checkers when, in reality, the only thing they got correct is that there is a board, some pieces, two tints and rules. They are totally ignorant that they aren’t actually moving a thing as, on their level of ignorance, free will simply does not exist. What is actually happening is that their Higher Self (which Knows the Ledge) is actually playing as intended and thus it shifts elements in the mix of 4Dxo (as you’ve termed it) that those on the narrow end of the bandwidth spectrum then Thunk they’re doing when, in reality, they’re simply enacting hence why they can believe the rules are as said when, in actuality, its something else.

A lot about a little starts to make way more sense as, before this, you’d often pondered why you’d done things that ticked a box marked “Success” in your head but, in reality, you didn’t feel like this but, on the flip, you’ve rose in bed to a moment of pure chaos with a huge grin on your lips and spring in your step. The implications are, once again, rumbling. “I had always known the truth in the midst of fakeness but each time I slipped and fell over it I never stopped to examine the state of play“. You click your tongue and, like a blind man, notice you are building third eye visions inside your head behind closed lids that are influencing the kaleidoscope and its shifts. “Interesting” you think as you start to ponder the links between the vibrations your mouth ejects and the requisite shifts of consciousness. Quite a while ago, on a whim, seemingly, random, you’d rejected the official programming of stating one is, frequently, in a “weak daze” whilst awaiting getting “weakened”. You had, for no reason that made sense (but just felt correct) started using the term “Strengthened” instead ergo:

“Ah, that was a heck of Strength, wasn’t it? Even though it was just one Ray linking to the next I couldn’t help but marveling at how beautiful it was all clicking”.

Your friends accepted this blip as, to them, you’d always been a tad eccentric in your orbit of the scene but they liked that, they liked that, as it kept it interesting for fear did not exist within your mental space and this they found most refreshing ergo they’d often swing by your personal oasis of inspiration for a swig as they’d arrive with a problem and leave with a solution as you, in an instant, would intuit the elements in their grip and how best to rearrange them. So they did. Then grinned and said:

“Thanks, man, you really are something else”.

A huge block melts like an immense line in Tetris just hit and you feel a sense of relief wash over a chunk of resonance you didn’t even notice was dead in the sense that it lacked the coursing voltage it now possesses again. “I had been doing this all along but didn’t click as it was totally natural. What the heck is happening?” you think as you delve into ever increasing isolation which, paradoxically, brings you closer and a closer to what you’ve termed the Prime state as it feels so real and authentic that this life seems akin to a dream which kept on continuing from behind closed lids and, in a state of ignorance, you gladly invested in the concept of wearing flesh and the rest as you walked along the treadmill with the rest, one adjusted. Until you decided to stop moving, entirely. Momentum and gravity did what they did and suddenly you were free from this enforced motion life had created as you see the Beast for what it is as images of Platos Cave with its shadow, flame and contraption swim into your awareness. Feeling a sense of discomfort you clamber back on but are now more aware than the average at the illusion of progress as each treadmill is isolated and there are screens on the floor, wall and ceiling that are linked to its speed of progress ergo if you run, full belt, the scene shifts from broke to rich (or whatever it is you imagine) based on your investment in all the Shekels they said are fit to print. As you may have guessed, things will never be the same again.

You try and broach the topic in conversation with friends about how there is a process inside your head that makes you sprint, that way and this, but is actually an immense illusion as you sketch the gnosis you gripped as you lay on the floor and watched the empty machine, ghosted. Their reactions are intense. So intense that, later on, some send messages that they didn’t know what came over them. Tellingly, none of them ever speak on it again and if you happen to drop a hint in passing its almost like its edited from their awareness. Instead of generating a sense of disconnection or anomie you approach the topic with bonhomie and request how the heck its possible, from your friends, to draw such immensely differing opinions of thee if you’re simply one man? To preface this you’d had each one of them draw up list of your attributes, what they liked, didn’t etc after a few drinks. See, you knew that in vino, veritas and thus timed it well so as they all scribbled away in ink you watched their process, processing.

“If we were to take all of these disparate elements and mix them into one man the results would be impossible as so many of them contradict what the next chap said for one of you states “Is blunt as a spoon and cares not for anyones feelings” whilst another says the opposite of how I’m totally sensitive and is always present and correct at just the right moment they needed help”. You go on to reel off a list with examples of samples from each of their lives that resonate with this beam of thinking and generate some form of agreement that there is something off with this sketch and how, maybe, they may just be interacting with figments of their imagination versus something truly objective. A few nod, many shake, and the rest yelp:

“Why don’t you have an off switch with this mess? It does my head in sometimes. FFS, we’re just trying to chill on the weekend” he said, as you commented that that is exactly what he was getting as you decided to stroll home underneath the moonbeams and starlight. You get home. Then something happens. Its quite dramatic, but private. You can’t really explain it but you start developing some strange side effects. Chief among them is that you can see an hour into the future. At first it hits with immense belts of confusion and you’re scared you may be flipping your lid. Being wiser than the average you start comprehending how you may just be a strange loop that is currently lost in a fractal of coherently collapsed consciousness which had been steadily, incrementally, inevitably, leading to an awakening of the Warrior within who clicks he isn’t just an element of the true King playing 4Dxo on many levels at the same instance against an identical Opponent that manifests as, get this, not just everyone else in this realm (via that voice in their head) but pretty much every single thing you’d ever previously accepted as the locked focus kaleidoscope of consciousness that was bought to move and shift as it offered cryptic hints using 8 words that were simultaneously silent and sonorous for they sprang from between the lines most were not even aware they colored within and thus, Self evidently, from that zone in the middle that was constant, everywhen:

“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.

Till we meet again