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First thing is that real, genuine enlightenment feels like hell as it kicks because it shows you reality for what it truly is. I mean, its not like it comes with a user guide or hint of what to expect. Heck no. You get a whole load of voltage in your system and then have to figure out how to route it through your energetics and, worse still, the modern world is quick to think “Must be a schiz, fill him with pills” if you happen to speak on the shifts you’ve Witnessed before integration as they’re all well adjusted to mass social sickness and thus really, really good at playing Simon Says… Once things stabilize a bit it tends to spark an immense amount of compassion for others who are suffering but here comes the problem:

They will never, ever do what it takes to dive into the shadows depth and reconnect with their true Self.

I, myself, would never, ever have done this had the fates not kicked like they did in which – at its culmination – I died and came back again after being betrayed by my friends which set me off on a massive quest of introspection to make sense of WTF happened. Then past life memories kicked in as well as higher Gnosis of who I truly am, in and beyond this realm. Here is where I’m asking for your help:

What would you do in this situation?

You’ve got a whole load of tools and insight as well as practical imperience in higher states of drug free consciousness along with why the world is how it is and how to shift your wavelength. The problem is that 8 out of ten people believe they are the voice in their head and not that which listens. It is designed, off rip, to prevent Self realization. That is its chief intent and main directive because once you Know who you is then its grip on the reigns of your consciousness is voided.

Now, the vast majority of the world is simply not ready to disconnect. I’ve been at this for lifetimes. Lifetimes. Some of you reading will have also been taking the steps and here comes the next bit:

The ones on the Path do not need any external help as they are all aware it comes from within. The posers that are pump faking and selling a false image (that many truly, genuinely believe and accept as real progress) will hate what you say or dismiss it, wholesale. Then there is the hidden influence that profits from ignorance, suffering and pain.

A wise old man high, high up on a mountain told me long, long ago to forget about the world and handle my own problems. Back then I thought he was taking the easy way out. Now, a decade later, I see he was talking sense. And yet my compassion will not let me relent. I’m not saying I’m special or anything else. Far from it. I prefer the tretaphor of a coal to diamond and as you know well that alchemical shift comes from loads of pressure that doesn’t relent. Nobody picks that lane voluntarily but, in the grand scheme, everyone eventually will.

Essentially this entire realm at present is a total deception in which there is, was and has been an all out assault on your consciousness that was raging since before you stepped in and it counts on you remaining ignorant and never, ever looking within or second guessing the commands in your head as then it can trick you back into reincarnation. This was all very well known in the last Yuga hence why so many advanced Souls left before the change of the members of the board. Note that each and every god figure in this realm at present was based on the Trickster myth and archetype it brings. This is the Kali Yuga mindset. Soon it will change to Techno Sapiens with false bliss and altered carbon thanks to a silicon remix which marks the upswing but if you calculate the variables you’ll see how that is the ultimate deception.

I’ve been beating this drum for decades. Decades. I intuited it way before things got thick and since my internal lamp was illuminated it just amped that guidance but when it comes to helping the rest who are suffering it really makes me see, clearly, exactly how much of a challenge it is as A) peoples attention spans are decimated, B) places like Reddit are filled with feel good echo chambering and image selling when the real process is dark and dangerous as you’re excavating psychospiritual mess both of your own making and inherited from your lineage so its akin to ripping out the foundations of the (false) self which can, for some, cause all types of complications in their day to day.

I don’t blame people for their lack of motivation to Know the Ledge in this respect. Far from it. In many ways I respect the dedication it takes to maintain such a low vibration and actually live with it. The old dude stated, flat out, that my desire to help others was actually a disguised coping mech that was truly preventing my complete and total Self realization as it was merely a distraction. Between then and now I see he was totally correct and I’m glad I had the wisdom to question what I thought was important and then listen to what another said.

I’m at a point where its time to either place my chips and spin the wheel in public or cash out and go sit on a hill some place distance and just keep on unraveling lifes deepest secrets as I progress because there comes a time when you are so far removed from what the rest accept that you may as well be from another realm and speaking a different language. The ones plugged in simply will not get it as they’ve never had a reason to delve to such depths and virtually all of the publicly available methods are nerfed on purpose or mostly ineffective. Its why you keep consuming self help content, booking a retreat or reading about the topic with very little, in the grand scheme, changing aside from the temporary hits that bring a momentary flicker of bliss.

Enlightenment isn’t sitting there with a mysterious grin beaming axioms of wisdom at anyone who’ll listen. Its a part of it but the main thing is an immense empathetic swell that sees, clearly, the true degree of suffering that is being inflicted on this realm that is far closer to a living hell in the flesh at present in comparison to what it could be. But many wannabe adepts will take this as a tacit admission at the lack of progress and some will state “depression” whilst others says “Who/why do you care? Avast with thee!”.

The truth of the matter is that I actually unconditionally accept my Self and that, my friend, unleashes the resonance of Inner Sense that is absolutely fantastic. Each and every child stepping in possess it with abundance as it is them and they are it. Then this state is Adulterated. This was done by a combination of your parents (mainly), family, world how it is, spiritual systems, media influence, linguistic constructions, past life inheritances and, vitally, the identity you are animating as John of House Smith which is the main thing that hides all of what I said in a way that is super duper slick as suggested by the voice in your head which is neurologically designed to prevent you directing your awareness within to where your true strength dwells as its wrapped in papers of fear and dread due to suppressed events etc etc.

That is basically what you have to undo.

For most, reading, that may seem terrifying, blasphemous or whatever else they wish. Everything has been corrupted. Everything. The only thing that is pure and unchanging is a state I’ve termed the Witness and it exists with the golden circle of the present moment. It is constant from one life to the next. Awake or dreaming in bed and any other variable you can imagine. Come into alignment with this and you’ll spark the lamp in which the ember of Inner Sense is flickering still but to get there you have to virtually challenge everything which most people simply cannot afford to do and fewer still have the wish to upend a life that is comfortable as they eat the bread and watch the circus from now till death then back again.

Its like being in a dream. Whilst there it all seems reasonable and solid. Then you rise in consciousness and find your Self in bed thinking “What the F?” as you get on with the business of living. That is how awakening is felt except you go from believing you’re the story in your head to actually Knowing (capitalized for a reason) that you’re an immortal wearing flesh and that is what is so horrifying about all of this as it offers a totally different sketch of this realm, the forces at the helm and true cost of manifesting in the third dimension at present. Not fear mongering but telling it how it is from my lens. Neither am I preaching a gospel for the apostles either as you are free to accept or reject my perspective as I always encourage everyone to aim to prove my views incorrect but not with a quote of what someone else said but by a thorough reality testing instead. I mean, try this:

Go and stand perfectly still for nine minutes. Do not move a single muscle. Just close your eyes and listen to what is happening within whilst breathing with ease. Notice how quickly you’ll start to feel uncomfortable as the voice in your head ramps up its discontent and attempts to sway you from this process. Your thoughts will become chaotic and you’ll note immense tensions of which, previously, you were ignorant. These are all the suppressions and repression which must be excavated. Do it too quick and psychosis is all you get. Pace it correct and its still quite harrowing as the content is so far beyond the ken of the (false) self and its expectations that many have had a glimpse then ran shrieking “Never again”.

What would you do, my friend? I’m genuinely asking for your guidance as what I have gained is priceless and I feel its something that only increases in value when shared but we live in times of pop psych and faux spiritual bliss with very few who seemingly possess the spiritual strength to accept this mission. Worse still is there are loads who have bought into a delusion they believe is true progress but isn’t as its just the (false) self in a new mask as this Opponent is not of this realm but projects via your consciousness and, at this very moment, has billions in its grip that, each and everyone one, believe is them. Thats the wildest bit. Ancient cultures called it Wetiko, Krivida or the parasite of consciousness. Jesus reffed it as the spiritual wickedness, placed well. Buddha called him Mara and Steiner labeled him Ahriman.

I quote not these as merely read text or appeals to authority but to share how documented and genuine this all is but what a lot of people miss is its methods are constantly changing ergo what worked then may not, completely, now. Just like what I’ve clicked will not be as effective when transhumanism happens and people are chipped with lowjacked interfaces to their consciousness of the same thing as they live lives of synthetic bliss, extended lifespans of great health and all the robosex you can handle on a planet finally devoid of conflict.

But it will all be artificial. With no off switch. Except nobody would have accepted the offers of silicon escapism if carbon based reality hadn’t been made so hellish.

Thats why I feel I can’t relent as people, in general, can either not see it or refuse to accept it will happen in their incarnation. But it will. What would you do, my friend? Trance ending other side of awakening is something almost as intense as the process to elevate from the depths to peak states of consciousness as you peer behind the veil and things are never, ever the same again. Some know but keep it quiet and state its up to the rest to take the same steps as they did, with no guidance. Others opine that all will eventually make their way and, in the interim, let them enjoy the illusion of wearing skin as the machine elves do what they do best and make beasts of men in this immense Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits but its the fact that this is the hint that you’re an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists and thus could flip the script and break the square watermelon out of its engineered shell to cry freedom as you ascend…

And side step the tricks they’ve set to reel you back in… This is why I said your mind doesn’t change when you die, my friend, ergo now is the best time to gain Gnosis because if liberation was an option and the other was a mindwipe with fresh skin – which one would you choose to pick?

Agent Smith said that billions were living, oblivious and how he relished their ignorance which, in turn, nourished him and the architect that programmed his mission of suppression of the masses, plugged in. Truth sold as fiction or the ravings of a head shrink wrapped in tinfoil that simply reads too much in? I’ll let you tell it. Either way, there is life as it was, back when, and how its unfolding at present. The strangest thing is that even in the midst of the darkness, I shone. Thats when I clicked that the call to adventure was actually a return to Inner Sense and, across the realm, ancient cultures knew this well as they each had their own version of the flex whereas we – of flat screens and IEDs – dwell in what is best termed an extended spiritual adolescence, which is why I guess life feels waiting for Godot, in many respects and the stress it brings for those plugged in.

Is that the eschaton I hear immanentizing?

Till we meet again

Have you heard the good news, my friend? Your problems are about to come to an end and all the invisible burdens you have carried since back when will be lifted from your shoulders so resist the habit to make them persist by changing the way you view things. Look afresh, see what kicks and next month you will comprehend why I said May will release all of your burdens. Permanently.

I’ve stated since a few years ago that the Game is changing and that it is. There is a shift in progress in which the old order of the ages is getting desperate as it attempts to prevent a mass awakening. If you’re ahead of the curve and clicked the Valley of the Plebs with its “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” programming is an immense swizz that congrats, my friend. Remember, you can’t click your fingertips and make this happen in anyone else as there is the whole Soul Ages thing in full effect so rejoice as spiritual development kills your false relationships, dead. Some people will just vanish. Others, you will delink. It is all for the best as she favors our overtaking this mess and leaving the rest in the dust. That is their wavelength. Do the Knowledge and unlearn the mess they poured in since back when.

The first and greatest thing is that only now exists. The golden circle the Negs cannot access is what they covet so become Centered in Self whenever a moment presents. If you start feeling stressed or anxious then bow your head, place a hand on chest and ask:

“Are these my thoughts?“.

See what the flesh says and not the chatterbox that rabbits, incessant. Trace the sensations, sit with them. You may find an old memory popping in, unbidden. Accept it then let it go like bubbles ascend from the floor of the ocean as you release the tumult that comes with it. If you haven’t now is the best time to start tracing your timeline and closing open loops and such things for what one resists, persists. Know that you did the best with the resources you had, back then, but now are wiser and more certain of your purpose so speak to the child within, reassure them, let them vent and celebrate as together you ascend to a new vibration which is in resonance with the Prime who pre-exists of whom you are an aspect wearing flesh.

We are moving toward cosmic completion of events that started around Ninety Six so look back to then and consider Two Thousand and Fourteen as well. Spot the Pattern then click:

You don’t have to be it once you see it.

That is the difference that makes the difference, my friend, as you step into the power of the Witness and not the fable entitled John of House Smith or whatever BS is inside your head. Thats belief system, by the way. Most people are running around with buggy operating system they didn’t chose but inherited from parents that were as miserable as can be but, usually, pretended the opposite. The age of tricknology amped this times ten as people attempt to influence via the web so I’d suggest that if you haven’t already make the next strongs, six, a respite from the net. Use it like a toolbelt instead so its “as and when” versus “This is where you’ll find me – AM to PM. The last thing I caress at night before bed is the phone with its black mirror tint and its the first fed my attention on rising”. Gift that resource to your Self. See what happens. Miracles are awaiting if you change your habits as the definition of madness is doing again what delivered the present you wish to change so embrace the pain to win the Game as they wrapped this gift in papers of fear and dread as a test of your sincerity and skills.

Comprehend that we live in times where ignorance masquerades as wisdom and, to the truth, most are allergic as it contradicts the particular version of facts they accepted without ever stopping to reality test. Drop the bundle. It wasn’t yours anyway. Between now and Twenty Seven we shall see a mass cleansing that shifts the paradigm. Those who wish to control your percepts will use their old tricks to ensure their Empire makes the shift with the plebs they assert to serve and protect when, in reality, they are all about themselves as they prey on ignorance. By Thirty Three the Game will be in a totally different octave ergo the ones who wish for a future filled with pseudo immortal robo sex will get it and the ones who chose to ascend from this Game will align with their Prime point of origin and do just this. Many will carry the weight to which they are accustomed as to glimpse within fills them with dread and, worse still, they know not this fear is merely a street sign on the way to healing. I wrote this, that and the other to help if this caused something long dimmed to respark within.

Beware of false sentiment and rose tints that try and rationalize with a “It wasn’t that bad, really”. Ignore the trick. Converse with the child within and see what that raw red ink says on the page when you request its insight on said events then chose your own adventure in the flesh out of the range of the graspers of consciousness. Or don’t. Thats on you, my friend. I am merely the messenger who is nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination who tells you are the only Soul in this realm which is quite mind bending when it clicks then seems stupidly obvious as well.

Release, release, release. This is a time for practical metaphysics that doesn’t attempt to force a continuity on which was never a true fit. Yes, some square watermelons will become spherical instead as they breathe a sign of relief and expand into their natural resonance. Isolation is good as its only natural to need silence to commune with the Psylense within your chest and this is why I said intuition is Spirit so if you’re called to create as vent then let rip with the inks or whatever medium you feel is best. Some just like to sit, quietly, and feel the feelings as they scratch an itch in the depths of their subconscious that releases an immense block of emotions of which they were previously ignorant. You will find your own guidance. Of that I am certain. Listen to the cues and clues of how life is speaking as it is not by accident you are reading this so seize the opportunity to align with your true Soul purpose as the old ways that never worked are defenestrated. Emotional detachment will become effortless as the links that used to sting where they sank into your flesh are now rendered nil instead. Shake it out or stand still. Either shall assist in actualizing the shift to your optimal resonance so invest the effort and I assure the dividends will bring more than you can ever spend so be generous!

Doubt not your Self as its akin to placing the brake on your Spirit but that doesn’t mean one should push it to the limit either as its a question of balance. Feel from within what is the best option then simply take the next step and the rest will handle itself in ways you cannot even currently imagine to generate outcomes that fit, perfect, with who you are becoming in this realm. The Psylense speaks in signs and symbols. This is why I said make the net minimal, my friend, as that false glow drowns out the liminal message. Ease the nerves from doomscrolling and fake dopamine bliss. Stretch and flex instead. Enjoy the Sun as it shines. Lay on the ground for a bit. Think of something you’ve wanted to do for ages but never could find the time to fit and then do it. Those half read books? Complete them. That old To Do list? Yep. You get the drift, yes?

What do you actually want when not prompted by algos, him or them?

That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question, isn’t it? He who defines not what Self is, by definition, reciting anothers script. Its a mindglowing concept as freedom is quiet alien to the Slaves of this realm who find comfort in thinking another will swoop in and save them when, in reality, they are the ones wearing the cape and for themselves were they waiting. A new Path shall spring and Power is written upon it so create it by walking. It may feel strange, scary or different. That is good. That means its new signals coming into your CNS. Remember how exciting life was as a child? The constant sense of discovering and interest in everything? Thats is what is being regenerated:

Pure Inner Sense.

The Matrix may trick some of the plebs for a few clicks but here, now, for the chosen who choose themselves, the codes are revealed as nothing but suggestions one is free to reject because, without you, none of this exists. This is what the old pains and rest kept hid as they almost convinced you you are small and powerless when, in reality, this entire dimension and all within play out inside your consciousness. Like I said, mindglowing, isn’t it? Perfection is retrospective ergo it may not make sense at present but when you look back from a life all together more pleasant and coherent that is aligned with the best version of thee it will become Self evident that its all for the best, so have at it! Observe the automatic. The Click-Whirr bits. See if they’re working or simply movement patterns that no longer serve a purpose. Choose something else. See what happens. Explore your options which are, in reality, unlimited. Live not for the expectations of the plebs around that schelp the treadmill and back home again for their regularly scheduled programming but don’t feed them your attention or get guilt tripped as well as your attention is way too precious for bad investments.

Its always greater, later, when it comes to lifes gifts. You haven’t missed a thing, my friend, because the difference between a coal and diamond involves pressure and scales of time, immense. Now is your time to shine. Of that, I am certain, so believe in your Self as I’m simply a figment of your imagination saying what you knew but refused to believe. For what reasons? I’m wondering. You could be as well. If you wish. You are not a person but people. This is the Choose Your Own Adventure concept from another aspect as who you were isn’t is and that doesn’t fit with becoming either. Square watermelon, recollect? Wander into the forest of illusion to find from whence this fruit springs and feel that true connection again. Become natural. Flow. Reclaim your sovereign essence.

Somewhere, in the multiverse, there is the you you are capable of being awaiting for you to tune in and manifest its presence in the flesh. Here, now, at present. That is what this shift brings. The plebs will get what they expect as they slide downhill with a grin for it takes no effort to amuse yourself to death but ask one who went against the grain with all to gain and he’ll exclaim, with a grin:

“They are YOUR fears!“.

It really is as simple as this, my friend, for that little spell breaks the binds of ignorance you accepted since back when as you chose to live and think small. Why? Why did you do this? Check that old script and rewrite it by aligning with heart centered consciousness as you disengage from the Game of Simon Says with that voice in your head by comprehending you ain’t it but that which listens. The spiritual muscles you are soon to flex only grow when at rest so stop pushing for a bit and just melt. Stopping the role play and disconnecting from the net really helps in this respect as its so performative. You don’t pull seedlings to make them grow. No. You simply create the right environment and give them space. Nature takes care of the rest…

Rest finishes what stress started.

What in life are you tolerating? Why? For what reason? To make someone else grin? In the hope they bring you a medal or parade for congratulations? Maybe you’re just a doormat for them to step? Ever think of this, my friend? There are dangers to people pleasing and, under this, is often a total disconnect that may or may not have happened due to two words uttered by a parent, back when. Look into the shadow to find enlightenment then roll the dice with a new bet on Self. See what happens. Intensity comes from within and its from here that purpose springs which awakens your internal compass that causes external shifts that manifest for the best as you put one step in front of the next. You will soon see there is no such thing as coincidence because the youniverse is conspiring for you to awaken and has been since back when. Now is just time it gets obvious to those with the ears to listen and eyes that glisten as they take in the immense magnificence they project as a reminder they are an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists wearing flesh in this realm playing an immense Game for which you inserted your Soul as a credit that, right now, is being hyperconducted to your brain that modulates it using a set of filters and programs which previously ran unchecked but can now be reset to a new standard that is far more in tune with the unfinite. Are you hearing me on FM, my friend?

A lot of people carry things thinking they bring freedom when, in reality, they are signs of burden for they hold together with stress that which feels like a broken shell but what if this is merely there to house the magnificence that could be rising in its stead? You can tell if what I said is correct as you’ll always have felt that you were destined for more than this and somehow never fit. This coming transit reveals the real you in all its effervescent brilliance so embrace the change to beat the Game. Holding equates to safe when it seems life constantly takes away but what if the burning coals in your grip you wish to throw at someone else are actually diamond tips of insight which were gifts from the Prime who pre-exists to see who is with it and clicks the riddle and thus solves the puzzle of their existence? If you are one of the chosen who chooses themselves and is still reading then you know what time it is as I could wax lyrical about the next two years of all of this and what is to come but we’ll uncover that topic as and when. If you’re reading this before Twenty Eight then its never too late to dive in and do the Knowledge, my friend.

Till we meet again

Listen to me good and well, my friend:

Perfection is retrospective.

If you are currently working on a project or something that just needs that extra little something in order to be “perfect” know that that is a coping mech. Of what? How should I know, its your childhood so dive in. Thats where the problem happened. You’ve heard of the term “anal retentive”, yes? For some it means full of excrement or others take this as uptight and tense. What many don’t click is the psychosomatic link and I don’t mean in terms of the “all in your head” BS that docs use to push pills but as something perniciously invisible that weaves its influence:

The Pane Body.

We would have know more about it but they excised its inventor from the record and said his inventions were dangerous. Look into it. Basically, it works like this:

You may have a stressed parent who herself was anxious and then you come along and form in her wounded womb soaking up all these things to reflect in the flesh what is was she suppressed. Thats a deeper topic but one that is most certainly correct as we’re links in a chain like kinks in a pipe that are made of generational pain which explains the state of the Game. Anyway:

Perfection is retrospective.

Some people polish the hell out of something and then still think its inept because they don’t comprehend the sketch of this coping mech. It means that, whilst developing, you were either compared to a sibling, some imaginary standard or were hit with the meme:

It happens a lot in reality. A lot. I mean, the Chinese brain is wired in such a way that it makes them excel in maths because of the way the linguistics flip so is saying that racist? Probably. With a whole wide internet, somebody will get offended. Good for them. Remember, I’m just a figment of your imagination so trace back that rage to find the day when getting ninety eight percent on a test had “The Look” flung in your direction as your Soul wilted and inner realms fragmented. Thats the problem, not me. Deal with it or keep venting as you spin your wheels but dare not touch the feels you suppressed, back when. Try speaking to the child within and see what they said as that angry red ink responds as it scrawls across the page with picture perfect recollect. Some people even got mad at me for what they said! It would be amusing if it wasn’t testament to the ignorance most are glad to accept in a world that is actually a living hell for all Souls that step in and are trained to run the treadmill.

Well, that got dark, didn’t it? I’ve been playing in the shadows again and yep, its black as pitch. But also enlightening. For example, I was wondering why I push the pen and send immense articles to the web about the most abstract things whilst most are brainrotting. I could dumb it down, make it simple and the rest but that isn’t my art as each piece is an aspect of resonance. What I’m speaking on is dense as the links in ones subconscious which, surprise, is where both the demons dwell and the ghost of Inner Sense that just won’t relent and needs a vent. This is what the ego distorts as it exhorts:

“Yeah, its good but not perfect”.

And sends you back again. If you hear this lament trace back the sensations below the neck. Feel what constricts, what seems ick and then just breathe into it. Accept it. Don’t reject it. After all, that is how the rift happened and ever since then its been signaling for your attention so just close your eyes and sense. Miracles can happen because once you build this bridge a slew of events, one hid, are now free to swim and thus you recollect the torrent of rage so immense about being told your best wasn’t a good fit for someone elses standard. Let me give you an example:

Most kids hated school. They’d rather be doing anything. There was a guy, back when, that was really keen on dancing but a simple throwaway comment from a teacher put an end to all of this. Off he went to a cubicle after gaining a square on his head to live as a watermelon with corners instead of spherical. As you can imagine it was rather unfulfilling and thus he hated his existence but would never dare admit it. A little bit of bada bing, bada boom and he was good as new and slipping on his dancing shoes as he tore up the town and got down. Contrast this to an alternative who came from a long line of creatives that were forced to dig the family reality tunnel, inherited, and you’ll see what I meant about the wounded womb in all of this. Matriarchy isn’t all they said… Neither is the flip. Or the one in the mid.

They’re all isms, schisms and divisions because we are unitary sparks of consciousness that are akin to light poured into a prism which splits then reflected into another which rearranges. “Almost but not quite” – in full effect. Or an attempt to replicate perfection by first destroying it then remixing it aka the Kali Yuga mindset. Think of how the great sculptors have said they simply have to chip away at what isn’t to reveal what was always present, within, and you’ll get a pretty good outline of the sketch and why, as a creative, its best just to start as is and keep on improving as you progress. You will never, ever hit perfection out of the gate unless everything aligns in such a way and that is a hint that the forces are beyond your grip but do manifest through your consciousness so when opportunity comes knocking go with the flow and see what kicks. I mean, a good thing is questioning why you do this? What is the end Game? For what stakes are you playing? Exactly where is this itch you’re attempting to scratch via the attention of the public? This is the shadows depth I mentioned as there is always, always, always a suppressed feeling and event that – often – fuels the need to be “perfect” as it screams for attent but also wants to, paradoxically, remain hidden.

Shades of lights being rearranged in another prism, eh? See, its all interlinked. Just like how silence is the most famous band member on the planet but whose contributions (whilst essential) are uncredited. Think about it. Some people do hit it big and then find that nothing inside shifts. If anything, it brings the pain into clearer focus instead. Enter drugs, sex and distractions. Its a massive grift because the only way to convince gods wearing skin they’re mere mortals is via institutionalized ignorance and religions based on shame and threats which are, coincidentally, two of the lowest vibrations that cause the thorn of the (false) self to fold in whilst developing and generate that voice in your head which says:

“Yeah, its OK. But it isn’t perfect. Why don’t you go tinker with it a bit before presenting? Then it will be fabulous and life will be correct as we rise with a grin and we’ll finally be good enough“.

That last bit is the fuel that spins inside most peoples mental engines but, shh, don’t say it too loud as they may catch feelings. Creativity is a natural human occurrence. Check any child with crayons as they try to capture their imagination on a page then present it to teachers or parents. They call them “lessens” for a reason, eh? Note how the glow dims around the age of six and soon they stop asking questions for fear of seeming stupid and not long after this another square watermelon exists in this realm where straight lines don’t happen without man made tinkering… This urge to create should pour out of all in this realm and, in many ways, the AI generative thing gave people tacit permission to share their inventions but with an invisible link in the mid that mediates their presence. Kind of like religion. Like I said, its all interlinked as we’re within a fractal ergo one trick has many facets and the same amount of Souls in this realm that project everywhen.

A lot of people THINK about doing the work as a balm that prevents real rubber on road traction ergo they may brainstorm, watch another vid, listen to what someone said and read a book as well whilst whipping up a work schedule, cleaning their room etc etc. All but what needs to be did. Why is this? Don’t stroke the coping mech. Sit with it instead and question its intent. It wants the best but it doesn’t have all the resources you possess even though it can see the present moment from the eyes you share as its back there at the kink, the time the glow dimmed and hose stopped flowing. Address this and the rest handles itself. I promise.

Till we meet again

Since the time Moses wore short pants the whole world has been in a trance. Don’t think you’re immune to this, my friend, because you isn’t.

Have you ever been hypnotized?

Nine out of ten who did said the same thing when they came back to regular consciousness:

“Didn’t feel any different”.

The last one replied with:

“I was faking it, didn’t have me fooled for a second as I ain’t no mental midget!”.

Shifting gears for a bit, have you ever drove home after a long trip and wondered exactly where the miles went as you only seemed to become present when bending the corner to your residence? How about spending a moment after being cornered by a total bore that won’t stop yapping and take the hint that feels eternal? What about the flip and the time you were out, bopping along the strip, and you ran into a slim and started kicking it and, before you knew it, the street lights were twinkling and it turned out you’d been standing there talking for hours that melted into nothing but free flowing momentum that was totally effortless? What do all of the above prove?

The whole world is in a trance.

Most of them we inherit. The rest we build from a heady combination of ignorance and never stopping to check the tale in our head we chase without end as we run the treadmill and secretly sing:

“When I get it, then life will be perfect and worth it…“.

Won’t happen. Never will. Ask the celeb who went from broke and struggling to topping the bill if his inner realms shifted or was it just a better class of distractions he could now invest in. I riddled just this and the answer that came from twisted lips said:

“You know, I like you. You’re a complete bastard but I like you, nonetheless. Your questions constantly mess with my head but they do make me think. Well, to be honest, it was better when I was on the come up than making it big. Everything is fake as hell. My old friends look at me like a meal ticket and won’t stop arse kissing whilst the haters hate no end. The rest of the people who are plugged in are all paper thin and no one wants to keep it real. Thats where you come in but I only wanted advice on a mix and not the usual freebie bonus of a head trip!”.

The question I asked?

“At which point from past till present would you say that life was the best?“.

What happened next comes later in the article but, for now, try it your Self, my friend. Pick a moment and dive in. That one, its perfect. The one that came to mind, unbidden. Don’t merely skim the surface but truly step in and relive. Feel the temperature and temperament. Were you with some friends or alone in the pic? Step beyond the image and amp up all of the sensations like you’re time traveling and in perfect alignment with what was and still is because the truth of the matter is we ain’t this but actually Spirit but thats another topic. Now, imagine if we could do the flip and project to a time that doesn’t yet exist then retrace the steps to now and do exactly what was needed to make it manifest? Wouldn’t that be something? What if I said you’re doing it perfect as the life you currently live is based on thoughts you etched back when?

Oh, sure, nobody was sitting in class, doodling, thinking they want to spend their life in a cubicle. And yet, it happens. If you invest in the timeline technique you’ll swiftly see that your entire childhood was edited in your recollect so where are the missing elements? Step into the darkness to gain enlightenment and you’ll see how the dude who dreamt about dancing was made to fold in by a teacher calling him Bing which made the class laugh and then he never, ever thought of investing again. Until we met. It started with Dicelife which he took to super well then we upped it to the Mental Flex Challenge and the man was flying as his feet barely hit the deck and he never broke a sweat as each step was perfect. Life flows when we flower, remember this and then look at your own and tell me what kicks.

The whole world is in a trance but the good news is if you see it you don’t have to be it. Let me lace you with a practical example:

How many in this realm have lived and died a death without ever stopping to comprehend they can’t be the voice in their head when they’re obviously that which listens? Next time this vicious bish is trying to get you in a tizz I want you to remember what I said then close your lids and bring your attention to the back of your eyeballs instead. You’ll note a shift in sensations and resonance. Next, challenge it so if it says “Nay, ye cannot do this because of X, Y, Z” instead of accepting on spec then going along with its suggest flip through your Rolodex instead and see what happens next. Let me give you an example:

“You’ll never get thin and fit. Its not in your lineage or genetic inheritance so forget it” said the voice in her head. She combed her mind and dove in to beneath the surface and recollected a time she had managed just this, for a moment, and felt an immense sense of pride at the accomplishment. Then she thought of old pics of her clique and how it was only her parents that dove in for second helpings with plenty on the dish so got to wondering. Suddenly she came upon an event that she’d barely recollected in which they were speaking of a famine, back when, that lead everyone to pick up sticks and move to another continent and how the land of milk and honey was all they said so they made sure to take their fill because the future was uncertain. She came running to my drop in with her notepad in grip which housed the revelation and shared it. I told her to try something simple:

Eat her breakfast in the PM and have dins on rising.

She looked at me like I’d flipped my lid but the previous methods had worked so she said she’d try it. At first she couldn’t stomach the thought of a full roast spread and the rest plus there was prepping it so she just skipped the meal and hit the bricks instead. The voice in her head didn’t like it and replied with all kinds of things but I’d warned her of its tricks so she internally yelled “Lies. All lies!” because she had ample surplus to ensure she would remain fed with naught entering her lips. Lunchtime came and she was famished but I’d said that she should slow down and enjoy every morsel with eyes closed if possible. Which she did. Then felt a pang of guilt at what she’d left and that paled in comparison to the perplexion that kicked at how she could possibly be filled after eating next to nothing. Home she came and as the rest tucked in to a full spread (as she was a great chef and always made everything fresh) she sat eating cereal:

“But, I did make my dish and place it on the side ready and waiting”.

She slid off to bed with none of the usual tossing and turning she’d mentioned and found herself rising before the clock had dinged as she was totally famished. Sprinting through the meal she halfway did click it was a marathon and not a race to get it in so then decided to go for a walk instead to let that digest as there was still ages before it was time to clock in.

I’m sure you can guess the rest of the script, yes? What, exactly, happened? Simple:

She broke the trance she had inherited that said:

“Eat your fill when it comes because there is no telling when this gravy trail will end”.

See, her folks a gen back were slim and trim and the obesity only happened when they made it some place else where the resources were more abundant. For their children who were raised in this environment they constantly filled their heads with how good they have it and how they had to walk ninety six miles to school and do their sums with a broken pencil when they were their age type of thing. Some things stick, others didn’t but the portions were always to excess and one must scrape the plate as well. If someone was sad or depressed? They got well fed. A celebration? “Lets cook up a feast then!”. I’m sure you can see the problem, yes? For the woman in question the matters came to a head when the school said her portly brigade were making the scales tip in a way that had them concerned for their health. At first she let rip and said she was offended but later recollected what I’d mentioned about intense emotions offering hints about things that we’ve suppressed and thats when she decided to lead by example. And failed, due to the voice in her head which said:

“You’ll never get thin and fit. Its not in your lineage or genetic inheritance so forget it”.

See how she examined the trance and made better decisions by clarifying the context and options, my friend? It really is that simple because its never too late to have a good childhood as well. Even if the first one came from Hell. This is a more in depth process but its based on the same timeline I mentioned because those bits you can’t recollect contain endless resources you can unleash in the present moment and, most of all, what people live is a huge coping mech in which the (false) self dangles a carrot in front of head to prevent them from ever stopping to sense the feelings below the neck. Read this script for an example of an exec that burnt out before the win but, in reality, was finally spreading his wings and elevating above the treadmill as he now raids tombs instead. In a figure of speech, that is. This is another reason why what you watch and what it says about your inner realms is a huge tell as he’d been moving Lara since her D cups were triangular pixels on the screen all the way to HD but never, ever dreamed it was his script to check out sites, ancient, in the flesh as he watched documentaries instead of doing the real thing. He simply upgraded his trance ergo a breakdown can be a breakthrough if seen through the correct lens but don’t expect any so called medical professional to tell you this as they’re in the racket of pushing pills that don’t solve a thing but make you dependent on what they sell. A pertinent example:

Tests were did in which they took the same active ingredient for pain killing and pressed it into white pills, as standard, and some fancy gel capsules as well. Both were handed out by medics in white coats with the usual somber flex and they were asked to report the effects of subduing their suffering. Can you guess what happened? Yep, the colorful ones that looked special did win but what was most telling is the results were identical in the control group as well even though their contents were nil. See what I mean about the world being in a trance, my friend? Say hello to your Reticular Activating System:

Do you remember back when your friend first passed his test and you saw his car everywhen? Before this that precise make and model was next to invisible as it blended in with the rest but due to the immense grin of you and your clique now tasting the freedom of locomotion your RAS said:

“Ey up, our kid, this is important as those chemicals were kicking. Lets keep a note of this and when we spot it from the billions of bits of data we process, subconscious, we’ll offer it up to the place in their head where that nattering voice dwells and currently houses the Witness”.

And so it did. In case you’re not familiar with the term at the end it is who you is in and beyond the flesh, awake or dreaming in bed, this life or the next as well as simultaneous. But that may be a bit too metaphysic. The point of the matter is you can reprogram the RAS as well because we have a stack of filters to perception that are strung together to build what I’ve termed the reality tunnel effect that is totally invisible and thats what makes it super slick as people cannot imagine being anything else. Until the shift happens and they accept the new state as Self evident and, sometimes, ascribe this to other things as they simply do not believe they have so much power within them. Why is this? Well, that is a whole nother topic which takes all of what we mentioned and expands it to another level but those who did the Knowledge and started filling their timeline in often came head to head with the single event after which they stopped asking questions which then lead next to the time two words did shatter their inner realms and then the sky is the limit as I’ve found imprints from the womb when a career woman was stressing about whether to accept or reject the seed developing or across generations and all types of things.

Inherited trances.

Its a totally natural thing, hence the highway hypnosis thing because the subcon that I mentioned took the wheel and, in many ways, that means Jesus was in ascent and I say this not as a diss or anything religious but merely a reference to a higher state of consciousness and it was only when you snapped back in to the familiar velvet lined pit you call your everyday awareness that you came to and realized the whole trip went off without a hitch. An interesting parallel which ties all of this together in a way that spells freedom from the old way of living is how each and every sportsman on an elite level knows the Zone in which time stands still, the noise falls to nil and they’re no longer thinking or putting any type of effort in because it hits by itself and the target it aced ten times out of ten. If it didn’t, they weren’t in it and were faking the funk instead which loops back to the artist in question who’d prepped his mix and everyone around him said the album was lit but, deep down within, he wasn’t feeling it one bit. It was a quandary effect as the voice in his head was now manifested as everyone else whilst his embodied senses were saying something else in total silence hence he needed some fresh ears and new perspective as well. What motivated me to ask that question? Simple, he’d made it big by bringing something totally fresh and unique but since then had been dialing it in and not taking the old risks as he was scared to brick and couldn’t imagine not getting the acclaim he once did even though sales, increment, had been steadily falling but not too big to shake up things. He ended up walking to the future and what kicks when the audience hears his latest offering and they agreed with what he felt beneath the neck and said “Can’t he come up with anything different? It all sounds like the rest. It was once new and fresh but its getting boring as hell”. Now he had a sweat pon brow and fire in the pit as he erased all of the sessions and went back to pad and pen. Once again, we moved through time to create a vision, perfect, and what came back was something totally unexpected as he shifted his genre, production and topics that, once again, had him tingling. No need for a quick hit or fix as it was the pure thrill of trepidation and not knowing if it would hit because it was not so much out of field, left, but from a totally different orbit and not his usual flex. This meant having to learn new vocal tricks, audition different producers as well and so many other things that it felt like starting all over again. Except this time he had a budget and following but, better still, was being real with himself and it reflected in his lyrics and beat selection as the album was super honest and totally genuine so even when some grumbled and left as they expected a retread it bought brand new listeners in who expanded his reach again and this inspired him to master the present element before shaking it up again because, as he said:

“I remember just hating how cookie cutter it all is, back then, and I wanted to make something I’d like to hear myself. How ironic that I ended up doing exactly what the rest did as the biz is totally different from within and now I get why artists say the best work they ever did was when they were broke and starving as they’re literally singing for a meal, deal or whatever you will. Its easy to get fat and then keep coasting but man oh man, that thrill!” he trilled, before adding: “You’re still a total bast though which is why you were the last one I was calling because I knew whatever happened it wouldn’t be what the rest said so thanks for keeping it real“.

Now, as your starter for ten, let me share some neurological insights into being human:

A babies brain, in its natural state, is the same as an adult, fully grown, but under the influence of a hallucinogen. Really let that one sink in then comprehend the bit that comes next whilst developing is Theta waves in full effect which is, once again, reps the adult but hypnotized to depths so when the examples at the head said they didn’t feel anything spesh or different they’re weren’t joking as its standard equip but reality is plastic and consciousness doesn’t spring from the flesh which is why I said that creativity isn’t of this realm so its simply a case of flipping the script to discover greater options instead whilst comprehending you aren’t the voice in head, talking, but that which is listening ergo you can create a better argument or, wiser still, remove the tensile imprint and get that flex back instead which looks at a blank page as a challenge to relish as you drift outside of the box they used to create a square watermelon and get to balling again. As intended:

The whole world is in a trance. Not me though. Take this as your invitation to awaken, my friend because the you you think you is at present is simply an option from a myriad that you can really quickly test by answering:

On a scale of 1 to ten with the single repping wackest and double digits as the absolute best, firing on all cylinders and doing it big version of your Self, which one are you at present?

Till we meet again

You were born seated on a throne, my friend. One of one. Custom specced. Factory fresh. Never to be seen again. What happened? I’ll tell you, from my perspect:

The System.

The System is what shapes the minds of men from unfinite resonance and limitless potent into square watermelons, par excellence. First, it took your parents and molded them. Then you entered from stage left and felt its after effects. Soon, you had kids and thus the wheel doth spin upon the treadmill that furnishes but one mindset:

Work, buy, consume, die.

There it is. The peak of modern civilization, summed up in one sentence. Go ahead, tell me I am incorrect. That I’m a jaded malcontent whose disaffect is so intense that even emo teens think I should reign it in a bit. Maybe they’re right, who can tell? Or it could be the reason they purchase a wholesale identity off the shelf is because they secretly miss the throne that I mentioned, back when. See, that place is termed Inner Sense. It can never be lost, traded or stolen. Simply misplaced hence the ego tries to sell you what you already own. Ain’t that something? Listen, in life nothing is certain so there are no sure things so the odds are you can fail in everything so why not make that attempt in a field where you truly feel you fit? You will have to wrestle with the demons of the mind, among them:

Fear, uncertainty, doubt aka the egos glove puppets.

If you could peer inside your head and truly grok your processes whilst keeping a distance you’d crack a riotous grin and conclude (correctly) the whole world is malfunctioned. What do I mean by this? Well, lets pretend there is a zany sitcom that kicks that is written, starring and directed by your Self. You have around ten main playas which are all you in fancy dress. Chief among them is the time your personality split and you learned to acquiesce in order to keep your parents affection after you heard those two words that formed the death sentence to your inherent coherence:

“Stop crying“.

Exactly how does one do this? Go through the motions, give the old somatic wheels a spin. You will note a tightening of the jaw followed by a stifling of the breath, the isolated neck that attempts to downpress what you wished to reject with flowing tears and emotion. The rest I’ll let you fill in but this is the hallmark of the well know Stiff Upper Lip that, later on, manifests as “My back is giving me gyp” that then becomes stooped over with a stick. It is really, really slick. You have to hand it to the forces at the helm that designed the compression algorithm that turned the unfinite fount of Inner Sense into a trickle (double billed) you call Adulteration. Most people are miserable but they would rather die than admit this. They’ll yell and lament about things beyond their grip which is akin to having an itch then scratching a photo which, if you look at the Insta gen, is quite accurate. Stranger still is how we buy in and validate the deception… Sometimes you just have to tell Aunt Bunny her mustache needs a trim. Then you get the belt, yelled at and told this is incorrect. See how the lies are pervasive, my friend?

Your true talents and skills lay underneath so much conditioning that it is akin to breaking the house you’ve built to access the foundations. People do not want to do this. They’d rather plan their next purchase or how to create a little slice of comfort inside their own living hell. Many will actively resist pondering to this depth but I cannot help but think such things as the abyss, intuited, between the character I animate (at present) versus what I know is possible are an Alpha and Omega thing. And yet, if you decode the glyphs inside their ecosystem they tell:

“You were born a circle, without beginning or end that stepped into a world of straight lines and was told to get the point, instead”.

At least, that is what they said to me but I rejected their offering and learnt, instead, how to balance my chair on two legs. How is that for a life skill? Now, the purists could yell that I know not a thing for they placed Alpha at the head and Omega was the end but the truth of the matter is something else for this script derived from Phoenician and thus the first being last and the flip isn’t exactly how they said. “Aha!” yelled the Architect. Know the Ledge, my friend. Another way of looking at this is the square watermelon effect which shows you exactly how and when they pulled this trick by building invisible limits around your shell whilst developing. Never to be questioned. This is why the more educated you are the lower your resonance as all your credentials have proved is that you regurgitate on command, really well…

The ego tries to sell you what you already own. It truly is a wicked pimp. And yet, he has billions in his grip for the (false) self in the heads of a Muslim, Christian and atheist are all identical. Ain’t that something? In an interesting twist, if I were to pull the real Self all up out of them and hold them, hidden, how many Souls would be placed in my fist?

If you said “One” you are correct as we are all resonant aspects of the Prime who pre-exists but that is a whole nother topic… Seven hundred and so articles I’ve spilled ink and pushed the pen to say the same with differing tints. “And for what?” I’m wondering. Good question. Good question, my friend. See, if you don’t have self doubt and the ability to flex things then you are, by definition, rigid and stuck in an imitation of the life you truly want to be living. Most will fight to their death their right to subjugation which means that we may just have a secret S&M fascination… I’ll let you tell it when you consider the way life is, how many live and what they gleefully accept as “The way it is“. Me? I don’t have that problem. I enjoy cracking the whip, pun intended. The first one I made submit was the one termed (false) self and then the rest made so much sense. By the way, do you know why women are attracted to criminals who have nothing to give but disrespect and wild sex? Exactly this, my friend. Not many who run the pavement have a PhD in grip but they see the Game for what it is and elect to choose different. This rebellion is in them, off rip, neither school nor parents could beat it out of them. Wasn’t happening. Its also why they often display a quick wit, endless charm and are so magnetic as well. Because they’re natural watermelons in an artificial environment and thus they roll as they wish.

They already own what the ego wishes to sell:

Freedom.

The irony of thinking you can purchase this with centrally printed banknotes that are then sold, at interest, to a concept known as “government” is, frankly, ridiculous. Like I said, the whole planet is schiz and only the true nutters comprehend the shadows depth as they fall not for illusions. So they medicate them to hell. Ha! The irony is as amusing as tragic… Listen, nobody else in this world can define you but your Self. Anything else means miserable in fancy dress. Take a look at the rich and famous for proof of this as well as those who made it to the stars from the pavement as they lament:

“If only I knew now wasn’t what me then imagined…”.

The rest fill themselves full of pills and things to prevent this thought from materializing. Its a fix. A swizz. A con. A trick. The sooner this clicks the swifter you up your res and start asking the bigger questions. Like who keeps sending the prophets and who insists on killing them, dead? Why do we run around behind cults of personality that fight over the letter whilst crucifying the very Spirit of the intent? I think about these types of things, to the chagrin of the forces at the helm because the one thing about a spark of light in times of darkness is that it brings illumination. Try and tell that to the people, transfixed, like human moths to the black mirror in their grip. And yet, I persist. Like Mr Anderson. Let me give you starter for Zen:

Look at obstacles as challenges. Something that was custom built to generate more freedom by forcing you to face the ignorance that came to accept limits from what is, in essence, unfinite. Make the productive. Think like its a puzzle or Game, if you will. When it clicks and the lock opens I’m certain you’ll sport a grin. Fall down five, get up six. There is no failure, only feedback in this realm. After a bit it becomes a habit and you’re in the grip of Level Five thinking as you grasp a clearer pic.

The ego tries to sell you what you already own. How is that for a confidence trick? When you wish to make the leap from something predictable and boring to that which fills you with a thrill you’ll find the mind offering a massive list of what could go incorrect and the problems this would bring. What it will never, ever mention is all of the fun you’ll have discovering how the pieces fit and the sense of truly living as well as making a difference as you’ll be a beacon of inspiration not only for your kith and kin but anyone else who gets to Witness your resonance. One light shining in the darkness, recollect? It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to get started and this always begins with questions that you let the child within answer with a scrawled ink that contains revelations.

If you have had enough of being afraid, Twenty Twenty Six is the year to prove it because there is a storm coming from the heavens to reset the playing field, my friend. Expect not just a redress but reckoning as well as the Game is about to shift into a whole nother octave and wider resonance as more and more people awaken to the grift and up their resolution which brings about internal illumination, radiant health and all of the abundance that is your natural inheritance as an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists that is thee, wearing flesh.

Till we meet again