Looking In All the Wrong Places for Something You’ll Never Find

You’re looking in all the wrong places for something you’ll never find because what you’re seeking is that which is the seeker and sought. Its an elegant trick that has consumed, and will continue to, billions because the aim of the Game is to divide your inner realm so you end up believing the map is the territory and thus live through once, twice or thrice steps removed distractions that you’ll mistake, again and again, for the real thing until you get back to the Inner Sense which is what you’re truly missing. Religions will sell you a ticket but won’t tell you where the entrance is to make an exit from the hellishness of this existence but they will en-trance you quick into their own collective brand of hypnosis and gaslighting which sets up the “Us against them” paradigm which is essential for success. Two things, first did you notice the Devilish language showing its forked tongue real quick as entrance can be a door you walk through as well as what happens when you’re under a spell, mesmerized, bewitched. Second, if you’re astute, you’ll have noticed the resonance in what I said about the destruction of Inner Sense (a gift we all possess as children when we step into this realm) and the following division it instills and how this finds a powerful projection and resonance with the in group/out group thing.

It doesn’t even have to be religion. It can manifest as fanboyism for a brand, a sports team, political intrigue and many, many other things. The root of the passion that drives this schism is a protection mechanism that prevents you from realizing your once complete, Ten Eighty awareness that spanned all dimensions via complete and resonant embodiment in the present moment was broken into a thousand pieces by an event you may, or may not, currently recollect.

That is the deep dark secret to all of this and why people are artfully broken and don’t even realize it because this fracturing of Inner Sense then becomes the foundation upon which their Adulterated concept of self (note the little s, hence false, all in your head and entirely of this realm thus not unfinite ergo quite useless in life and especially death) rests. To examine this for those with the Slave mindset (81% of the planet) is exceedingly painful and something they simply cannot imagine. Know why? They don’t actually want solutions. They want confirmation of their programming. Reassurance that they’re headed in the right direction but there’s another trick you’ve just noticed because a child lives and intuitively rules over Three Kingdoms:

The head, the heart and abdomen. This is what you’ve been disconnected from and then sold, told and molded by a fairytale designed to keep the truth away and with it the repressed rage, pain, shame and other toxic emotions that many do many things in order not to face. Nature abhors a vacuum so what you don’t take another force will lay claim. This is your Opponents trade and, in this dimension, business is booming as there is one born every moment who is handed over to the System for grooming in order to become as emotionally deadened as their parents.

Stop and think for a moment:

As a child you were brimming with energy, confidence and radiance. You had a presence that was so large and beautiful that it would take a hundred of the Adulterated to even attempt approximation. And yet, within two and half decades with some change something had shifted and the glow dimmed. The resonance left. You became just like your parents, as much as you may hate to admit it and, worst of all, had children and perpetuated the same suffering and ignorance due to a lack of Knowledge of Self. Notice the big S? This is the real thing. The thinker, the thought, the thinking. This is the seeker, the sought and seeking because it comprehend the truth of what I’ve said about how there is only one thing, itself no thing, that is everything in this realm and the trick is knowing what you aren’t to remember what you are and that truth, my friend, dwells inside your heart which is were your forgotten Inner Child also dwells. Lets peep some more of that Devilish spell, shall we:

If four got ten isn’t ringing any bells then consider it from the Warriors lens and see what happens because sciences, both ancient and current, posit there are ten dimensions that coalesce to create this place where we live and walk around in the flesh. Imagine Earth as a fish that swims than ocean then consider the planet as the life and death experience and water as the time aka fourth dimension and something may just click like a long awaited straight line in Tetris that makes blockages vanish and offers you some space to breathe again.

The words from your lips have immense consequences on both the micro and macrocosmic scale so when you say “forgotten” its actually because that chunk you once possessed as standard equipment is no longer under your control or marshal as it now rests in the hands of your Opponent against whom you’re playing this Game of sentience or somnolence, depending upon if you’re one of the 8% or the 81% sleepwalking as they attempt to convince themselves the nightmare they’re dreaming is actually the real thing but isn’t what it is as they manufacture proof for the lies they tell.

See how crazy complex it all is? It takes a nation of billions to hold back the children and if you ain’t with the natural Warriors who step into this realm you’re against them because, like it or not, you’ll make them as emotionally dead as you via subconscious programming that lays the foundations upon their fractured Inner Sense as it goes on and on, unchecked, for countless generations until you get a world like this. Driven to the brink of extinction, a place of distraction and suffering, pain and ignorance where everyone is convinced they know whats going on even though their way hasn’t ever bought anything like true change or lasting satisfaction for any adherents or non believers as well.

What is the closest to divine in your mind? A child as they stand or a scholar who has spent a lifetime devoted to the texts and trying to live the message? The answer should be obvious and it offers an immense hint about the nature of the problem and its solution but 81% of you reading will reject this off hand without any form of introspection or reality testing because you are petrified of your inner realm, that fractured Inner Sense, the child locked inside your chest surrounded by pain and suffering that manifests as random aches, pains and grumbles that either occasionally wave or constantly rage through your system as they want nothing less than your attention. Most live and die without ever realizing this and are then tricked to come back for another spin or (insert whatever you’ve been programmed with whilst living as the worst possible outcome be it hell or oblivion) and then do it all again.

This isn’t the first time you’ve read this text. How many different sperms have met how many eggs from the same parents you’ve known well but with shifts in variables that created other versions of your self. Again and again and again.

Tell me that doesn’t sound like hell dressed up to be heaven and you’ll see why knowledge of Self, the resurrection, protection and integration of Inner Sense and then leading by example to generate a new phase of resonance beyond this dimension is the only way for a Warrior to live and from where I’m sharing this message because I beat the Game, died, came back again, was almost killed and taken out of the frame because the last thing the Slave/Masters want is for me to share this message without their blessing or editing. Here’s another peek at the Devilish spell as you probably think bless means something fortunate when its origin is far different as it means consecrate with blood aka sacrifice in full effect.

And this is what they attempted and failed previously. To what end? To what presence? For what reason? Let those with the eyes to see realize the reel lies told to your real eyes, especially the third one hidden inside that is connected to the heart of all of this. That upper kingdom of intelligence which links to the resonance in your chest which beams pure electo-magnetic Inner Sense and not forgetting the abdomen which is laced with the presence of so many glial cells (same as in your head) that work with a quickness to provide that intuitive gut feeling that directs you along the Path of Power to actualize your presence by unwrapping the gift of the present moment.

There it is, in a nutshell because the Slave is scared to death of this state of embodiment and what it brings therefore they’ll seek solutions that never worked or changed anything meaningful beyond indoctrinated ignorance and failed solutions which always seem to bring more conflict and division to fuel the whole “Us against them. Pesky infidel!” thinking which, by now, you know is based entirely on a false projection due to the protection mechanism designed to instill to make you remember to forget what happened back when when an event or person desecrated your temple, ruined your confidence, defiled your presence and made you a stranger to Self before programming you in ways to hide this pain and suffering whilst blaming everyone else then looking anywhere but within for a solution.

Comprehend:

This is the Game. This is the nature of your Opponent who wants nothing less than the total subjugation of you, your family, your bloodline and its entire way of thinking which it will bend to its whims because the state of play is all mental, in the literal and metaphysical sense, as that which does this doesn’t originate from, dwell or even end in your head because you aren’t the thoughts, the internal dialogue or feelings.

You are that which Witnesses them and thus is always pristine, present and correct. No matter how much ignorance they attempt to bury this glow beneath. Only you can turn the key because freedom comes from within and its never granted as it must be taken and then defended because your Opponent is slick. Why, even right now I bet he’s whispering things into your subconscious which are making you feel irritated or a sense of tension. Thats even if you’ve managed to resist and get to this juncture because most will have clicked off for a quick distraction way before it got thick because its number one rule is “Protect your investment” and, in your case, its the world its pulled over your eyelids since you were an infant as you’ve been instructed to accept a few steps removed, non Prime existence in lieu of radiant health and embodiment which is not only your birthright but inheritance.

There is a war going on out there and in here that no man is safe from. If you think that I’m lying or want proof of my assertions take all that I’ve said and compare it with your imperience since the days of Inner Sense to the present moment or, better yet, look at the lives of your children as you watch that glow they came with dim as they’re drawn like a moth to a flame by something that is obviously hacking their biocircuits from within and suddenly the nature of the Opponent will become obvious because its all to do with linking that which was broken within as you were exiled from your own Kingdom and forced to live in the basement of your head where your awareness is currently held hostage but fully invested in its own version of Stockholm Syndrome.

This is why life feels as it does. Why you have different faces in different places and none of them feel authentic. Why you don’t feel below the neck in any truly embodied sense. Why there is so much suffering and pain in this realm.

All because of something that doesn’t truly exist as its only claim to existence is taking that within which you won’t accept and them using it as a weapon to ensure you remain not only complicit but champion its mission as the way it is, was and should be. Not for nothing was it said that people perish for a lack of Knowledge of Self because it brings a swift antidote to this generational poison and those who get it realize quick that whilst my words may taste bitter on the lips they turn to nectar within whilst your Opponent does the opposite. Which side would you pick, now you know you have an option which you didn’t previous?

They say the definition of madness is doing the same things and expecting the outcome to be different. Which side would you pick, now you know you have an option which you didn’t previous?

Till we meet again

Words Are Thoughts Held Hostage

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Imagine you were born drunk. Literally drawing liquor from the teat since you stepped in. You would learn to adapt and overcome the situation and accept it as “normal” – that word alone, by the way, is quite revealing to one who Knows the Ledge. Lets pretend that, somehow, you got out of this mess and sobered up instead. How in the hell would you relate to the rest? Do you think they’d comprehend or look at you like a madman when you said their water supply has been tainted in order to shift their perceptions via something that is a liquid but has a different spiritual content and intent. Worse still, what if this clarification and intoxication actually came from within and it was a trick of consciousness? What then? Well, my friend, you’re living in this.

Words are thoughts held hostage. They have been penned via rites and cursive to hold wavelengths in check. Much like the death of the goddess created the culture of temple prostitutes, back when, we are born into a war most don’t comprehend as they’re too busy trying to get ahead. Not aheart, is it? Starting to see the edge of your Thunking, yet? How about that you were a king who is now working instead? What about the fear of imperfection when, in reality, with breathing space “I’m perfection” reveals its face. I could do this all day because you, the living dead, wake and then yell “Good mourning” aka “Happy funeral!” as you urn a living – better known as cremating your potential. Out of all of the sinister tricks foisted upon the plebs there are none as perniciously wicked as the Devilish language as its woefully inept and communicating inner realms and, worse still, some of the most frequent spells put you in a hell of a mess as the intent and what you send are literally fighting among themselves.

A couple are in the throes of passion and one looks then says:

“I lxve you” with open chest. What actually happens, in and beyond this realm is that demonic intent is marshaled, charged with energetics and manifests as “You evil eye” instead. Don’t believe? Get a voice recorder app that flips back what you said and try an imperiment. Whilst you’re there see what kicks with “Eros me” aka “I’m sxrry” and do the Knowledge on what I said as you feelsee the energetics and their inverted process. And yet the 11% who want to see me dead are also speaking these spells whilst totally ignorant of the one they profess as the best and true one eyed king of this realm is the same architect that designed this filthy text by taking half of another language then flipping and inverting it before setting the terms and conditions in opposition. Consider its the lingua franca of this realm it shows the power of the one at the helm to exploit ignorance, yes? Did you know that, back when, people didn’t walk and talk? They danced and sang. You may ask where the proof is and I point you to the children as they do it as standard equipment before being taught (aka tort in the legal sense or induced tension as well) to “Sit up straight. Look ahead. Do well on the test or your parents will stress and withdraw their affection”.

This is what has you drunk on Thunk and stuck on stupid, my friend. Its why it tops the list in 8 Traits of the Slave as all of these scripts are programming languages par excellence and if you want to see spiritually impoverished people just check the track record of those with depleted melanin and museums full of looted heritage. Haven’t you ever wondered why Africa, India and South America look like large, melted triangles whose tips are being drawn to something and are all rich in spiritual traditions and natural minerals but are, somehow, kept dirt poor and suppressed as a bunch of peasants to be exploited? The truth often is way stranger than any fiction one can imagine, my friend, but lets get back on script for this missive:

You roll around in a “weak daze” awaiting the chance to drink and become “weakened” but never wonder why the spells all ref the planets as well as the link between the moon and day most drop dead on the way back to the office. How about the fact that Friday celebrates the feminine with most sipping a brew or ten as they go on the hunt for sex and how this links in with Frigg aka Venus. All across this ream in cultures, disparate, this is a common link and that should be enough to tell there is one intent at the helm that pretends to be other things for the divided conquering to commence. One who sees through this spell is a major threat for he holds the potential to remind you of what you were made to forget when the noiZ slid in to obscure the Psylense. Like I said, back when, there were no written records as ear to lips was the way of the song and dance as things were communicated via a living wisdom. Times dipped, the resolution slipped and here we are. That is the nature of the Game we play using our Souls as credits and thus it seems all this is ordained. Did I fall on the wrong side of the fence? Is my life a punishment for wishing to hand gnosis to the rest to ease their suffering? Is it akin to pushing a boulder uphill for those that won’t comprehend the depth or even bother to do anything? Who knows? Who cares? If its a fools errand then I am he, if my passion is blasphemy then make it immense so it rises above the rest as I give not one single solitary F about those who stand against because the 8% who comprehend what is meant can and will do something when the scales tip and my constant petition to the collective unconscious allows the rose of gnosis to sprout through the concrete of modern civs that have their heads filled with spells and are entirely disconnected from their chest.

I said, elsewhen, that if you take a pure Italian, French and English speaking selection of women and show me just a silhouette of each in motion I will be able to tell you, without erring, the two from across the Channel. How? Can you imagine it? What is the difference? You already know they’ll move with ways more elegant and the grace of embodiment that comes via the romance language programmed in, yes? This isn’t being racist or anything but you can take it how you wish as I’m just calling it how I sees because those famous stiff upper lips reflect in hips and shoulders along with spines and legs as well hence the lack of rhythm that generally manifests. If, on one side, you have a people black as pitch and on the other white as driven snow then what sits in the mid that none suspect and created this shift? Many theories abound on this but it all hints at the power of melanin as it can do some pretty amazing things as its a source of illumination if one is an alchemist… Getting back to the language:

Chinese, Panjabi and Igbo are tonal which means one word can mean many things as there is a living subtext of context, interpretation and meaning. The Nigerian “Ehen!” and the way they rearranged English entirely is one worth checking as is Ital because it is, in a sense, a spiritual immune system thing that caused the melanin antibodies to repel and reject the planned intrusion whilst shifting the wavelength. I mean, can you imagine a world without ADOS? For those not knowing this term refers to Black Americans who, since back when, have been the driving force of creative culture and innovation that was swiftly appropriated and repackaged for the rest. Ranging from Elvis to the Rolling Stones, Beatles and the rest up to modern rap and its outright dominance along with loads of other trends. All came from the ghetto. Ironic, isn’t it, that those who created the movements were often the last to profit and own virtually nothing nor have any say in their global image. Make of that what you will as its a deeper topic but its all interlinked as words are thoughts held hostage for they communicate at the lowest depths and signal a people who have lost their coherence to influence at a distance.

Haven’t you ever wondered why, ten times out of ten, you can tell when someone is staring at the back of your head? What about the time an old school friend you hadn’t seen since back when popped into your awareness and then you ran into them that PM? How about the chunks of people that avoid trips and public events in which things went wrong and they escaped their final destination due to something they don’t comprehend? These are the vestigial remains of Inner Sense in its naturally developed and fully expressed coherence. Every now and then they peep into the mix but are quickly shushed as most get on with the script they live. Not so for me as I developed these strengths and asked the hard questions from those who’d felt them kick. From the girl who was speeding, late, on the way to the office around a winding country bend when her music stopped working so she reached down to check the phone, slowed down a bit and clicked the radio to hear this instead:

Only to avoid a motorbike collision with a dude who was peeling rubber and way out of his lane as well to the Aberfan event in which the sky fell but instead of vapor and dense thing it was coal that went, hurtling, down onto a little village.

“Mummy, I’m not afraid to die” said the little girl to her parent who was busy trying to get her dressed and fed before being sent for schooling.

“You’re too young to talk about such things, do you want a lolly?” said the stressed parent who was doing a million and one other things.

“No, listen, I have to tell you about my dream as there was a huge black rain that fell on everything and the school did sink under the mess at such depth”.

The lady thought no more about this beyond the vivid imaginary ramblings of her kid for they lived in a poor coal mining village in a town near Wales. High on the hill was a coal tip. The remnants of what was left from mining. The child went to school and came back again so the next she was dressed and sent and what she envisioned did happen.

The avalanche thundered down the hill and covered the building, just as she’d said. Nearly a hundred and fifty were dead, Eryl Mai Jones among them as she sat in the Pantglas School where it happened. There were similar testaments on Nine Eleven as well as more mundane events and there is an immense narrative I’ll have to share someplace else that involves one who thought he’d flipped his lid as he started hearing voices and things that, in the end, saved his life which paints a very different pic than most get of what it means to be schizophrenic. On the other side of the prism, in a state of unified coherence, is the mystic or shaman of yore. Did you know that, back when, he could tell – much like the Three Wise Men who followed a star aka natal chart – which Soul would come in that had the potential to handle the voltage and pick up the mantle as the next spiritual counsel for the village. He would go and see the parents often before or during the conception and hand then some herbs, spices and secret information to assist in the development. After this they would hand over the child with great honor and respect as the medicine man raised him to gain alignment. What most don’t know about this process is it was a two way process in which he, himself, learned from his student whose eyes were most fresh and connection still direct and thus it brings a new meaning to standing on the shoulders of giants, yes? How different this is to the school system that took the life of the girl, mentioned. This is why I’ve said that words are thoughts, held hostage because when what defines your internal OS isn’t actually running at full spec its akin to being given a holophone from the future and then flashing Nokia brick firmware onto it.

You are capable of far more than you suspect and your true strength is immense. This is why every man, at some point, looks around and thinks “Is this it?” as we have places to itch in regions most don’t suspect exist. Thats the greatest trick because each child that steps in has golden age potential before we bludgeon them to death whilst keeping them living by pouring our own ways of Thunking into their heads to create little replications that will grow to be as much of a mess as their parents before they do it all again.

Really the scale of the problem is immense. The work needed to fix this is bigger still and it feels like I’ve been pushing a rock up a hill for decades in my own quest and if I’m being really real I often question the progress because its alienated from all and everything whilst bringing a divine attunement that makes me wonder how the hell I got into this mess and incarnated with the rest in the Valley of the Plebs and why it so important for me to share this message when most cannot nor will give a single solitary F about the true meaning as they’ll take the gnosis as a threat because they can’t comprehend they’re being fed upon by a predator of awareness that links in to what I said at the start of this message about being drunk on the Thunk thanks to a devious programming language designed to keep you in sync with the worst aspects and resonance whilst ignoring your true potent. I get why the ancient shamans (and the rare modern equivalent) lived some distance from the village, usually up a hill, in an intense state of isolation as it was them and the numinous in constant conversation. Did you know that, back when, we all had that connection? People Knew they were gods in the flesh, not being blasphemous, whereas now they place that power outside themselves hence fallen describes them best as those who are not Centered in Self will fall for anything – especially in a realm where signs and symbols are potent and used to exploit their ignorance as their minds are mined from within but, just like that village, we’re headed toward a point of crisis so when the dead bury the dead don’t say I didn’t tell you to prep hence watching the news is bad for your health, my friend, as the black mirror is the pimp and you’re the unwitting product that strolls on the strip as it fills your dome with spells thanks to the net and its tricks designed to ensnare your awareness into a groupmind kind of thing which is, in the end, just another symptom of modern ills for the wise Knew, back when, which is why they pressed palms at chest and bowed their head in reverence to the pure within thee which is the same as me that became a handshake instead for they needed to touch what they once sensed as water vapor became rain then fell to pool as water that was frozen to create modern sentient snowmen afraid of melting.

Are you listening?

Till we meet again

The Man Who Climbed the Pyramid

Once upon a when there was a man. And there was a pyramid. At first he was ignorant of it as he lived on another continent and the everyday way of doing things occupied all of his attention. As luck would have it he needed to take a trip and this is when the man came to the mountain and the attraction was instant. What he didn’t comprehend, then, was how carefully engineered this feature presentation is. I use the current tense as its still occurring as this edifice is akin to a lightbulb for the Soul trying to find his way home… More as we progress.

His ego was stroked with perfection. Actually, masturbating it would be more accurate as they knew all about him as they’d watched from a distance and even inserted some squares in his circle which is how he ended up in their grip. All the while he believed he was operating under the principle of free will but the truth, as he would discover, was quite different. For now, it didn’t matter:

“We like the cut of your jib but don’t think the time is correct for your entrance into this clique” they said. Knowing his psychotype and how this tantalizing rejection would make him covet and place far greater value on what he could get as evidenced by the fact that he wouldn’t sleep with the countless women throwing it at him but the moment he met one who was in a devoted relationship he couldn’t wait to dive in as he liked the idea of pleasure without strings. Little did he knew about the true nature of the spider and the web it spins from beyond this realm…

He said nothing but walked away from them as he went back to business. Being perceptive he noticed that the effortlessness with which doors opened as he attained appointments and contracts had dimmed and things certainly felt quite different as those instant, easy grins were now replaced with cold looks and a sense of distance. By this point it was Self evident that this was all part and parcel of the feature presentation as all can smile and flash a grin when the weather is clement but what happens when its raining? He aced the test with perfection and when he “accidentally” ran in to one of their field agents who invited him out for a drink he went against his better judgement as, somewhere within, he’d clicked that a clique with an immense web and penchant for theatrical deception surely doesn’t bode well for one they’re actively courting. And yet, he went along with it because a) its how he was wired and thus the way they pitched and b) he kept telling himself he could step, any time he wished.

This, of course, didn’t happen and for lifetimes he was under their spell. They gradually unfolded all types of wisdom and access in front of him as he went on to be one of the best adepts they’d ever seen as he bought countless Souls in and even refined their methods of indoctrination. The man who climbed the pyramid sat on the peak and said:

“What the F?” as the gravity of the deal weighed in and it most certainly was immense.

The team didn’t like this, one bit, and attempted all types of spin and shenanigans but the initial, ignored seed of the misgiving had grown into a tree of gnosis that revealed the shadows depth and then, just like that, he went from a friend of ours to a moving target. Not content with one death they ensured each respawn contained more and more degradation as they wanted to break his spirit and shatter the awareness he’d developed from his point of vantage so that it would not be taken as a threat to their organization and its grip upon the minds of its extended membership. By the way, that went a little something like this:

“All animals are equal, some more than others”.

In that sense each step brings with it a greater deception designed to lure them in and keep on half stepping around a psychospiritual treadmill that affords an illusion of progress as long as you never, ever gain the vantage from the capstone they miss. That was, in effect, why they needed him because only a certain type of mind can build a bridge to draw in a specific element that cannot be mined from this realm. Had they achieved these ends the outcome would’ve been total domination and the end of freedom. Not that many knew what this was or meant as they were so used to the counterfeit and reality testing wasn’t encouraged as one was trained to acquiesce by taking part in a performance which revealed more details to the adept but what they always kept hid was what they did unto others was actively being implemented around them as the firm specialized in compartmentalization and thus the right had no clue of what the left was doing.

This is what he realized from that lofty vantage. He looked around at the borrowed wings that had allowed him to ascend and he pondered the nature of the counterfeit that flies via illusion and if there was indeed a genuine equivalent when a childs voice said within:

“Imagination”.

That was it. The missing link, the rainbow bridge, the power of Inner Sense. They say that once you Know ignorance is no longer an option and it matters not for how long you have danced to the tune another set because once this drum beat kicks in you’ll happily bare any expense as the gift that it brings is nothing more and nothing less that total emancipation from this realm. Suddenly the idea of becoming a star, celeb or even planet that exerts influence on the rest who shuffle around in a weak daze of ignorance loses its glint as the fools gold is revealed as naught but a cheap camera trick. Instantaneously, he became aware of his true state, the way it is and what it truly means to wear flesh as well as the nature of this callous of consciousness that extends from the Fifth Dimension in order to exert an influence on the plebs by using trauma, repetition and symbols to manipulate their awareness.

He had two choices.

Keep on keeping on whilst keeping cards close to his chest or calling it how it is and seeing what happens. What would you have chosen? In our tale the protagonist actually thought these men and women were his friends and thus he gathered them and floated his perspective. Needless to say another award winning performance was in full effect and it was only half way through the script that he realized he was getting pimped and this created an immense emotion to swell within. It was at this point they killed him and savored the etheric remnants as these were the cats among the pigeons who made mice of men and told sheep that they could vote for events, democratic. Like who gets to eat them.

The mans Soul flies high above this realm but is tied up with binds of strings based on the oaths and promises it took to ascend. There was a time, back when, he would never, ever dream of sharing a secret and how it was the world against them as they were hated due to the insight they possessed and, no matter how it seems, the end result was worth it as they worked for a higher principle that was the grand poo bah of all of this and how it would eventually make sense. This it did and, in effect, they’d been grooming him via false resonance from one life to the next. His school friends since back when, the girl he married, heck even his parents were caught up in the mix as they would manifest their own intent through these organic portals for they exerted an influence in the causal realms where numbers are the king which the world translates into its own script under the illusion of free will.

Floating around with this lens he sees how many incarnations he fell for these tricks and how well they’d arranged the whole thing without careful stage managing and this caused him to question not only the intent at the helm but the divine right of kings and whole host of bits that, previously, he’d took for granted as they had their own script. They say the greatest thing in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim and this goes, times ten, when you’re wearing flesh as the rest are naught but projections from within and thus we wrestle with phantoms if we stress and yell without comprehending you are online in this realm from the first breath till the end.

Problem was he was a man that was honest who dealt with those of whom was said the truth isn’t in them and thus they may have whispered sweet nothings that shared one thing but had other intent but it his word that was his bond that now caused him suffering as he incarnated into one living hell then the next in which these old friends would manifest around to exploit his ignorance and create yet more spiritual debt in order to use him as grist for the mill and a warning to the rest of what happens should one veer off script. They, true to form, extracted an immense sense of pleasure from his pain which they certainly enjoyed inflicting and there was no form of degradation possible that they didn’t visit upon his many manifestations in their grip. They say that a man can see further through a tear then telescope and it was in one such event that he remembered the view from the apex as his true nature began to reveal itself and thus he could not help but grin at the sheer simple mindedness of the clique that affirmed his view was correct for if you can do such things whilst moving as they did then how can one claim to possess true spiritual strength and wisdom when their very actions do tell of the narrow bandwidth they grip and use to play this realm like a harp from hell?

“Get in where you fit in” he said and, in many respects, was correct as there is only so long that the real fakes can pretend and in order to achieve their ends they need to dilute the authentic to be like them whilst stealthily altering their blueprint so the truth doesn’t click. Luckily for them they know the brain outside and in with a reptilian essence backed by demons that manifest to allow the pimps of consciousness to ensure their tricks don’t click exactly what came over them in the name of initiation in which they lost their Soul connection but gained something else instead which seems much more intoxicating as they too dream of one day ascending the pyramid and can’t wait to destroy or play stealthy tricks on the man who ascended then rejected the wings to fall to the depths and live life as a pleb with the rest but remains totally aware of what kicks around him thanks to the splinter of consciousness which decodes at a higher res.

You know what they say about old habits, yes? Some are lifetimes in the making…

What would you do, my friend? Would you wish to climb or live and die in ignorance of what was hidden behind the curtain? Lets say if you rise and find your Self sitting at the hill but this act takes a special type of thing which is a final and irrevocable deal you sign with your inherent vibration which has been steadily corrupted and reflected back as something else because these demons that were sent to reign in what became a living hell simply cannot ascend as the bridge is off limits for them but if you decide to bring a friend they can all hitch a lift as they share but a single mind among them.

It takes a lot of strength to admit one has been bamboozled, hoodwinked, led astray and run amok after pouring so much intent in but I guess that is why they say keep your heroes at a distance as you won’t see the gold effect is chipped and their wings, counterfeit…

This is the tale of the man who fell to Earth after he climbed the pyramid and thus life, for him, was quite different to the rest as he saw with the type of resolution many would class as science fiction or philosophical thought experiments when, in the end, that simply attests to the efficiency of those who hold their minds captive and have convinced the rest they are “merely human” when they are something so subtle, so magnificent and permanent that even the blind can see it but many are drawn by false lights that twinkle and glist plus there is one born every minute into the Valley of the Plebs that exists in the shadow of the pyramid… And yet, with all that said, there is an immense swell of empathy present as well for them. They truly have been short changed when it comes to many aspects of this realm as no one wants to reign in hell but if that is the only option when your fair dues for heaven were not presented for works rendered then you cannot help but look sideways as the lies, off rip, came from events where the praised didn’t deliver on what they said but resorted to tricks ergo they could claim they learned from the best. Or, is it their previous conduct that created this outcome for them due to what they did with the power when they possessed it? Who can tell?

Me? I do not make such proclamations as that is beyond my current res to comprehend the whole thing but, rest assured, I certainly do chip, daily, at my ignorance and thus am certain that someday we’ll all be free. Yet again, before I tread, there is the inherent nature of an equation which must be imbalanced to generate the variables and thus, from a greater lens, I’m sure it all makes sense ergo what more can we do that put one foot in front of the next whilst pondering the depth of what it means to wear flesh in a realm built on ignorance that mind is all there is?

To those still engaged in the quest, from one life to the next, who look and think “What an idiot” for spurning what they covet I ask them to wonder, if they can, with the empathetic sense of their chest about the reason for such things and actions? What would they do if it was them, in the end, that chose the hard option and, in effect, took the job nobody wanted because in this immense Game we all play using our Souls as credits there is simply a script with roles in which, eventually, we all sit and thus I’ll say it with a symbol instead for those with three eyes that function to decode the wavelength:

There is but one Truth. And it is eternal. May it protect me, everywhen.

Till we meet again

“Small Lives Tend to Be Happier”

A long time ago a man who Knew a thing or two looked out at the mad crowd and said:

“Small lives tend to be happier”.

At the time I simply could not comprehend the intent behind this as I was trained to see the bigger pic, ask the tough questions and go wherever the quest for truth lead. It was a very bizarre statement but now, as life progressed, I can appreciate the sentiment.

Its all a performance, you know? None of this is really real beyond what we make it feel and you can easily prove this because this time last year you had a handful of things that were causing mucho stress or happiness and now they’ve shifted quadrants and something else is pimping your energetics. I know, it can seem like a mechanistic way to think and someone once said that my view is so clinical and in direct contrast to the immense empathy that swells within. What can I say? Thats part and parcel of the contradiction of being Centered in Self as I Know I’m not the flesh nor story in my head but that which manifests the realm:

Pure consciousness.

They say don’t meet your heroes unless you wish to be greeted with disappointment. Since back when I’ve been fueled by a desire to know how things tick and this evolved from basic bits to tech and then life itself ergo I can say, with confidence, that I possess a type of resolution that is alien to this Game we play using our Souls as credits but was, once upon a when, common Knowledge as the people held wisdom before everything but being genuine. Interesting relationship, yes? How the appreciation of one creates the next but we live in times where fake is in and everyone falls for the trick. I guess that was the mindset that said:

“Small lives tend to be happier”.

Because when your focus is intense on a handful of things you don’t click the bigger pic which then brings existential questions and a quest for gnosis that, once sparked, can illuminate the rest of your incarnations. Actually, lets speak on this:

Imagine you met a girl, back when, did the usual things and it was the best life you could live. Naturally you wish for a respin of these variables but what if it goes to hell in a handbasket because you incarnate into a timeline where caste lines are strict or become a Romeo and Juliet? Suddenly the paradise gained then lost creates an imbalance which must be addressed and thus for the next few spins you keep on racking credits and debts as you may manifest as her drug addicted kid that causes constant stress or a dead beat dad that spread his seed to the wind and left her yearning for a male role model as she strolled the strip. See what I mean about smaller lives? How many of them do you think could click this resolution without flipping their lid as the plate they possess is already filled to the brim and it takes all of their effort just to make it spin?

“Why?” you may ask. “Why would you choose to think like this at such depth?” whilst others may read the immense articles filled with run on sentences an seemingly endless rhetoric in the days of trends and sixty second clips without comprehending a thing as their attention has been torn to shreds. What if thats the test to see who is capable of Knowing the Ledge? One of the strangest things about this realm is that people are far more intelligent and capable than they give credit and it was this curious blip that I spotted, back when, that made me wonder exactly what ticks in peoples heads. Now, granted, I come from a set of circumstances and place that most would class as quite unusual but it afforded me a perspective that couldn’t be built anywhere else as I had access to what you could call a living, breathing internet to answer my endless stream of questions as countless Souls indulged my whims because, and I quote:

“You always give me something to think about, bonny lad!”.

That I did. That I did. And it was why that developing mind was stunned to find one who said that wisdom can bring loneliness as the rest simply don’t comprehend the depth of your perception as they’re content with ignorance. Maybe they are playing the Game correctly and we, the 8%, are aberrations? And yet if you could Know (with a capital K) the truth about your Self (same) would you flick that switch?

“Sure, if its that simple. Why not?”.

What if you had to climb a steep hill, barefoot, with thorns sprinkled and all types of obstacles and threats? What then? Most wouldn’t even entertain this as they’d happily circulate in the Valley of the Plebs with the rest who are adjusted, well, to such immense sickness that they question not who or what pens them in the flesh and fills their heads with messages they Thunk come from within. Ah, thats a deeper topic that we really will have to wrestle with, live and direct, as we’re speaking of principalities and their influence.

If you could be rich or fearless, what would you pick? Make your selection before clicking that link then come back and continue this as its all interlinked, my friend. All of this is, really. In many ways I push the pen and hit send on a variety of articles that are constantly saying the same thing but encoded from different angles as we are inside a fractal and one spot thats hit for Miss Thang may be different to the next as to expect otherwise is a mechanized existence akin to a flesh robot which, in a twist most ironic, is whats coming next as most can’t wait to dance with their silicon mistress as Siri slides into the iris as the apple of their eye and defines their existence. Am I like this:

And ruining the twist for those who can’t imagine the world as it is is an immense delusion that plays out inside their consciousness which is – in the end – the root cause of everything? Really let that sink in, my friend. Think back to the reincarnational example I hinted about the pair who spin from one life to the next and switch from tender embrace to vile hatred but don’t comprehend that its the same exchange of energetics with differing labels and resonance. Its like doing lines in school as an odd form of punishment and watching the words melt as meaning vanishes when the semantic satiation kicked in. I adored this aspect as it felt like I’d clicked the transmission of my awareness into a new gear that opened beyond the verbal and thus even when I was fenced in I’d still trek in the quest for freedom and this laid the groundwork for the thesis that we’re all sleepwalking, in a sense, because of the induced state of low res that comes from accepting what you get and chasing the carrot tied to your head. Like those dogs on a track running after a fake rabbit. Thats the psychosocial treadmill, my friend. Add in things like organic portals, shady crews of dim intent, the movements of the stars and planets as markers of consciousness and a zillion and other threads I’ve unwound from the cosmic tapestry that spins in my awareness and you get to a point where you just want to be left alone to reflect on what the hell is going on in this realm and how you came to be in the place where you sit if you can decode the resonance at such a level as well as the larger implications of what it means to wear flesh and what happens after death when the Be Kind, Rewind effect kicks in and thats just getting started because like those school daze punishments did you ever wonder why the closer you’d get to the TV set you’d see naught but pixels, blue, green and red, but at the correct distance you could see the whole pic and the implications of if you zoomed out of your head and into the town, country then planet what does that mean of your awareness and that chunk of flesh with a story in its head as it two steps around a realm under the illusion of free will when, seen from the Fifth Dimension, that is an immense illusion as time is to man as water to fish:

Invisible.

And yet, I’m within and can see the strings and feel where they chafe as I push against the suggestions and align with the Psylense within which is the universal constant that says everything without moving its lips and is thus the exact opposite of the noiZ which manifests as the voice in your head that most think is them without stopping to question:

“Wait a minute. How can I be when I’m the one that listens?“.

Like I said, its all about res in the end as life pumps out an Eight K signal that most are decoding on a broken down, twelve inch, black and white TV set with one speaker busted and loads of static. Thats a small life, my friend, and look how content they are as they Know not what they miss. “Exactly as intended” say those who dumbed them down and keep them trapped within a trick that causes their Inner Sense to fold in upon itself and segue to something else which is best termed as Adulteration. And thus they live and die fully invested in an illusion which will, in the end, bring them back to this realm for another a spin and then there is me that Knows this stuck in the mid with clowns and jokers on either side watching as I push the pen and hit send on another article I extend into the collective subconscious with the intent to awaken the Warrior within of all those sleepwalking and wishing they could flip the script…

There are other options, my friend. You must be willing to reality test and shake off the cobwebs the hyper dimensional spiders did spin on your imagination as they trained you to chase money they print to pay bills that shouldn’t exist. The true terrorism is the fact you pay rent. Really let that sink in and tell me if the ground upon which your small life is built doesn’t start shaking and how you encode that information…

Till we meet again

Shamans, Schizophrenics and the So Called Sane

Schizophrenia is when you link external events to internal processes without comprehending you’re projecting this realm and, essentially, interacting with figments of your imagination. The mystic gets this and swims where the madman is drowning. The rest of the population is happily engaged in the delusion so a better script would be to imagine you are drip fed a hallucinogen in ways that cause you to become adapted and expect the trip whereas the nutter is presented with heroic dose instead. We, as a society, are massively repressed but that is the Game we play by inserting our Souls to wear flesh. It just so happens that trauma, symbols and repetition are great ways of programming and thus many people never stop to pause upon the sheer madness of wearing flesh at the present moment. Awakening is always an option but to do one must realize they’ve been lulled into an altered state of consciousness and this cannot happen when one is surrounded by those singing the same cadence as we are beings of resonance.

This is why, in times both ancient and modern, the mystic rebels, disconnects and looks within or, as Plato said, escapes the Cave and frame that tied him in, takes the perilous trek to the surface and feels the sun on his face and not the false glow and shadowplay they erected within the construction. That is the work of the Slave/Masters and the Warrior is he who awakens what is latent in all of us as none step into this realm with a state of Adulteration already present. Its a learned way that is handed out by parents already numbed and this chain of traumatic inheritance is linked back, way back, to a global event aka when the sky fell. Knowledge of this is suppressed but recollected in myths that are replete with symbols for those can decode them and, I suspect, the main aim of the Game as the entire work, buy, consume, die treadmill is but an artful distraction that was designed to be seductive as it offers one the chance to scratch an itch by rubbing a photo of them. Now, granted, this prophylactic measure works quite well as, for many, its far better to be well adjust to immense social sickness and thus the schizos are held up as examples of what happens should one question the nature of the construction but, since time immemorial, there have been those that see the wheels within wheels.

Usually they were brutally suppressed and their testimony struck from the record but if one checks the extant resources they left you’ll note a sketch that is nigh on identical to what I said. Those in the grip of the malady – at both ends of the spectrum – rarely manage to flip the script as the former are busy doing circuits whilst the latter is doused with chemicals to keep them quiet and easily manageable. One of the most interesting things is how there is always a tough childhood aspect in the cases I’ve seen and how, ten out of ten, the relationship with the maternal aspect was unpredictable, at best. Not for nothing do they say mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children, yes? He who does the Knowledge begins to comprehend the nature of this projected realm, the primacy of consciousness and how we only ever interact with figments of our imagination as well as the implications that ignorance keeps one pinned to the wheel of incarnation but how in the F do you convince one sleepwalking that they are bruised and battered and invested in delusions that were sold and told to them under threat of the withdrawal of affection when they were most impressionable and almost entirely dependent on those who were caregiving but, in the end, Adulterated and thus unable to comprehend the immense delicateness of a childs inner realms? In other words, the wounded womb hurts the seeds it brings in.

Not by malice, usually, but often via ignorance as a scared Soul is easily programmed and exploited which is why it was a child who saw the Emperor was naked and raised merry hell about the deception to rouse the rest from their tunnel vision. These day said bastion of Inner Sense would be called disruptive, labelled and medicated. Tell me I’m lying or is the nail hit on the head?

There is an upside to this because whilst the rest may fall for optical illusions the schizo is quite different as said tricks do not work in his consciousness but into this void steps many an invisible influence which is offers a hint about the true nature of this realm and beings at the helm which generates other questions like who the hell keeps sending prophets and for what ends? Do the Knowledge. Do the Knowledge, my friend, because until then these words are as useless as a recipe that describes, real well, a cake you haven’t tasted. To do that one must become their own chef and this, in turn, presents many perils and such things ergo the danger of awakening is the risk of psychosis as what one suppressed is then projected and fed back in along with the voice in your head stitching a different narrative that is due to the increased bandwidth which is another vital aspect of this.

You have heard the “You only use ten percent of your brain” myth, yes? Well, the truth is you only actualize a tiny wedge of your consciousness which is why the thoughts in your head are generally predictable even though you yearn for something fresh but feel immense stress when it presents as you lament the change it brings as we are driven toward pleasure, away from pain and that, in a nutshell, is the Game because in a world full of hurt no one wishes to examine there are queues of people lining up to buy the dreams they sell. Newsflash, you cannot gain second hand enlightenment without putting the work in. Its like seeing an Olympian athlete bench pressing many plates whilst the most you’ve lifted is a chip laced with dip as you stare at a screen. One must build the resonance via dedicated training and watchfulness which is why, back when, the Shaman of the village held the standard as the go between of this and another realm. He walked in the land of the spirits and broke down the voltage to regular men as well as instilling rites of passage and other things that were designed to break and rebuild to show the neuroplastic effect whilst strengthening the tribes internal connections and grasp of gnosis because he comprehended it worked like a living organism which fed back and was sustained via the collective investment hence the power of myth as this was the old web and one must Know how to decode the symbols in order to actuate their potential.

Now, some were born to slay, others did paint, a few had minds for subtle things and many just wanted to enjoy what presents. From this came the caste system which was actually quite intelligent at its inception before it was transmogrified into a tool for suppression that gave birth to the modern class system. Wounded womb, recollect? The well was poisoned slowly and these days the lip of the chalice itself carries the same tint hence my disdain for the educational system that works on rote repetition of what they wish to pour in your head but the topic of gnosis is generally avoided in order to create well adjusted Slaves that are just smart enough to do as instructed without comprehending the bigger pic but too dumb to draw the links which are right in front of them.

We like connecting. We enjoy others who are like ourselves. It brings a state of resonance and this is why the Shaman usually lived a little distant to the village, usually up a hill. The man had a fierce countenance, his words were gruff if you met and people were often scared of him due to the strength he possessed ergo they paid him respect and he, in turn, modulated their collective field of resonance. This, these days, became religion, brands and consumerism which is the difference between wearing off the peg and tailor built for your frame. If you’ve tried true couture before it was downgraded and sold to the plebs as a symbol of status you will know what I mean and this reaffirms the power of symbols as how else do you expect to keep people in check without inverting and flipping what was once natural knowledge into a state of ignorance instead?

Its all just part of the Game but that doesn’t mean that emancipation isn’t an option. Au contraire, my friend. Especially at the moment when anyone with even semi functioning awareness can tell there is something very, very wrong with this planet but taking that next step to actually do something whilst living fills them with dread and thus they return to digging a reality tunnel that makes them miserable as they chase proffered solutions that never change a thing. These are the ways of a Slave and if ticking boxes floats your boat plus you’ve never stopped to ponder why life, back when, was far more intense and rich then keep feeding the algorithm. By that I mean the predator of consciousness that sits at the helm of your awareness pretending to be you. This is what the schizo spots and then all hell breaks loose as it fights for dominance and it delves down into their awareness to project symbols of pain and such things from back when before feeding them back in with some lens distortion and stress chemicals to bind the narrative into their head as he who could’ve escaped the Cave is singed by the fire instead as those locked in hear his yelps and decide its not worth contemplating as they tune in for their regularly scheduled programming.

Me? I didn’t have that option.

It feels like those who built this contraption are using me like a test to see what kicks when one who cannot swim is dumped into the ocean and forced to fend for himself and make sense of what kicks. Many drown. I made it back to the beach and discovered the populace stuck in their own caves watching pictures of sand and sky on screens and mistaking them for the real thing. If you dare mention they’re invested in a counterfeit they’ll yell “Off with his head” and that makes me wonder if its all a fools errand because whilst everyone will eventually get it I, personally, would sure appreciate a tip if I was stuck in a situation with a splinter in my awareness that was driving me outsane trying to click why scratching the photo doesn’t fix the itch. I guess that is why I do this because I’m built for it but, in that respect, time will tell what fruits spring from the seeds I’ve been sprinkling as this isn’t my first life but I’m doing all I can to make it my last spin as there is so much more beyond this realm that it would blow your mind to comprehend we’re actually gods, amnesiac, and that, in the end is the single biggest deception because if you believe you’re “only human”, never checked the script or wrote with the hand that was left behind at another behest then who but your Self is to blame when you live, die and strapped back in for another spin. Maybe now you’ll get it.

Have you ever looked at a Yin/Yang? That encodes in a symbol what I’ve just said because most sit in the eye of the fish that is brightly lit, surrounded by darkness. The madman is thrown into the other quadrant in which its all flip and thus he is blinded by that which was previously obscured and its in the midst of this we find the Psylense aka being Centered in Self. From here one can ascend beyond this realm to higher dimensions of consciousness and look down with a grin as you think “Oh yeah, I get it!”. This is the same as escaping the Cave because then it becomes more of an adventure to get to know your shadow aspects as you walk equally well in darkness and light as well or the checkerboard effect. Same tech runs the computer in your grip as that one and zero is only relevant when Witnessed like what they said about a tree which fell with no one to capture the resonance and encode its meaning. If, on the flip, you start decoding then some interesting things happen because one cannot help but spot what I’ve termed the Fractal Principle in which there is a Self similar Pattern that runs this realm which, once you elevate again, means you meet the tele/microscope which is the unification of opposites. This is where “bad trips” happen as well as a creeping sense of paranoia as its akin to a ray of light that hit a prism and was broken into bands meeting its pure illumination. What is here has a familiar newness that can either be terrifying or amusing depending upon the baggage you may or may not have checked as that trauma and such things is only of this realm and thus cannot exit at the end so are schizos undergoing some advanced form of spiritual penance in order to disconnect them from the wheel of time or are they actually being tortured for the special taste they bring like veal calves being fattened akin to the foie gras effect?

Its telling that Prometheus had this part pecked as well as the hint about it being immortal due to regeneration as well as the link with the blood of your ancestors that runs in your veins and the content of what they currently call junk DNA as everything serves a purpose. Like I said, symbols run everything but how many speak body language in this realm? Not many, I’d bet, and yet if we let the children lead for a generation or three the world would be so radically different which is why the next gen Shaman was trained since childhood as he who danced between the realms felt a Soul of resonant voltage manifest and thus the parents, proudly, handed over their seed for the training as he not only poured his gnosis into the childs head but listened to their observations as their eyes were fresh and connection intense. Much like bees and queens the basics are the same but what makes the difference changes everything hence its a secret kept hid to push the divine right of kings who are naught but beggars wearing purple in this age as, back when, he who served best was chose to lead the rest as they knew he had their best interests in his chest.

I remember worlds very different but almost identical so its like an anagram in that sense as its the arrangement of the variables that makes the difference between Shakespeares tales and a cheap run of pulp fiction designed for titilation that will be forgotten as soon as its pressed or a fresh home cooked meal that was prepped with attention and the best ingredients versus a synthetic gum to chew that imparts a cheap replication that fades, super quick, and has you standing there slack jawed instead awaiting the next hit.

Shamans, schizophrenics and the so called sane. What a heady mix, yes? Only one of these has trekked the Three Kingdoms aka your brain, chest and abdomen as each contains its own form of intelligence and, once coherent, you can do things far beyond what any motion pic sells and tells as that, my friend, is the Inner Sense of Ubermensch.

Till we meet again

Real Actors in a Fake World

Lets pretend that the Slaves didn’t have a Master. Can you imagine? Actually, you can. What if a polar axis shift kicked in, super quick, and parts that were chill were now tropical and others did the flip? You know, like those perfectly preserved mammals that obviously didn’t click what hit them as their food was still being digested as they were flash frozen. That type of thing. Can you imagine you were one of the survivors in this event? What happens next? What can you truly do? What do you truly know? Which skills that would help do you possess as you were forced to fend for your Self instead of grazing off shelves and surfing the web? In a world like this how long would it take for man to become a brutal savage when life is reduced to its basics?

That, my friend, is Slaves without Masters. A necessary evil, yes? They say that politics is the conspiracy of the organized and unproductive against the messy with the points flipped ergo if your vote actually did a thing you wouldn’t have access to it. Like MDMA counseling. Works wonders. Or at least, it did. People prevented from offing their switch, relationships were fixed and PTSD almost instantly vanished. “Cant have that” they said and put it on the shelf to push pills and potions mixed with endless chatter instead that never gets to the root of the problem. Thats the other edge of not doing the Knowledge as they will never, ever hand you an advantage. You must take it. This is why I chose Warrior as the description because when you declare war on your (false) self and all that built it suddenly you see in another res and the factions aim to protect their investment. But thats another topic, lets get back to the pole shift:

They knew it was coming. Didn’t tell the rest but built seed banks and shelters that were placed where the new Eden would erect and then they hunkered down and chilled. For you, that was the day your world ended. For them, it was Tuesday. Eventually, after people are nicely savage, they raise from the abyss and kickstart civilization with them at helm, gods among men or real actors getting ready to prep the fake world they’ll build. Doesn’t matter if its cowrie shells, Fiat spends or Bitcoin tings – they’ll take all that is fit to print as its all about control in the end. This is why farmers in India were killing themselves due to the crippling debt they were placed in by Monsanto and the rest. Conspiracy of the organized and unproductive, recollect? Same reason why whats on your shelves is chemically assisted, energetically depleted and not really the best for you to ingest. “But, its cheap!” said the shopper who gives not an F as he’s too busy running the treadmill which has loads of “Supposed To” boxes he needs to tick. Such is the nature of the deception aka bread and circuses.

I mean, haven’t you ever stopped to question how ridiculous it that you have to pay rent to live on a planet? Thats the true terrorism. What about the fact that the money thats printed for nothing is sold at interested and those left holding the debt pay via blood and sweat? Make that make sense. Same with religion which may originally spring from a pure intent but you find me one that doesn’t have arguing factions that split and want to kill the infidels? Everythings corrupted. Exactly as intended. Thanks to the real actors in a fake world that do what they do best:

Sell a narrative, play a role, stick to the script.

There are really simple ways of proving this, like this newscast attests:

And various other references as well because its a motion picture production that encompasses the whole planet and they’re all in on it as the fronts, divided, hide a union in secret. This is why the IRA didn’t take their chance to do some damage when Bin Laden crushed the buildings. Instead they said that was a very bad thing. Make that make sense as freedom fighters with compassion for their oppressor against whom they’ve been railing is quite strange, isn’t it? Haven’t you ever wondered why there is always a threat? Some terrorist organization, another country or axis and now the weather itself. Its all a trick. All of it. I know that may be hard to accept for many but truly it is but if you believe a liar then who is to blame, in the end? Its also why a lot who delve into this and look could flip their lid as its just such an intense culture shock to discover they’ve been pimped to such an extent that it makes them wonder if they’re dead and this is hell.

Well, in a sense it is. Imagine if you took a god and crammed him into flesh then made him believe he was human, useless, imperfect and needs to consume, consume, consume in order to prove himself. What would you call it? Worse still, in the grip, they’d think the end was worse than the means by which its achieved. What if that was the reprieve? Aren’t those who grieve mainly doing it for reasons, selfish? I think they are but many will not admit it. We should be celebrating but that is only possible when one Knows the Ledge as they can transcend this realm instead of getting mindwiped and slammed in the flesh again.

Real actors in a fake world or those who pull their puppets strings by using every single trick they possess in a book they wrote, back when. Thats why they work, you know? Cos they’re so ancient and big that people don’t believe they’d fall for it. How would you win against an Opponent that knows you better than you Know thy Self? Simple, study the variables, reality test, examine what they place off limits and say is evil or wicked as there is a high chance its the opposite. Take the number thirteen, for example. Did you know its the equivalent of stepping off the treadmill of one to twelve repetition that marks years? Its akin to hopping to another level for a higher perception instead of the same old retread with a new digit shifted. So repetitive. Like the thoughts in your head but they weren’t always like this. No, once upon a when, your chest was lit with intense imagination that you had to capture with scribbles on paper with ink. So proud were you of your accomplishment and its sharing but then that was placed off limits due to two decades of “Sit still. Look ahead”. How many kids stressed and did well on the test because they didn’t want to disappoint their parents? Isn’t that a bit sick? Almost as bad as being taught by those doing it for a cheque to pay the bills and thus totally devoid of passion as they read from a regulated script about what is the acceptable standard to presented to those learning.

Why were you not shown how to control your thoughts? Make them still? Heck, even basic breathing and awareness regulation would create a totally different realm. Why? Because this is all how they intended it because it makes products fly off shelves. People, by now, are totally resonant with the false images on the web and thus whatever they possess seems decrepit in comparison. Especially relationships. Simps have gassed up women to such a length that even if they get a ten that ticks all the boxes they want to see whats next and if it beats the rest. Why? So they can show off to their friends and stunt on the web. Whole load of cat ladies were created by Sex & the City, for certain. On the flip you’ve got males, not men, who throw away their time, attention and spends for false affection hence the success of those type of things. Introduce both of them to sex robots and watch the fireworks commence! Exactly as intended. Same with the endotoxins, forever chemicals, bands of EM pollution and more things you can shake a stick at. By the way, did you ever wonder why the wood of Holly the Druids used for spells is linked with the same place the magic happens? Does what it says on the tin, in that respect, as in a world of fakes the Tell-Lie-Vision set remains king with its one eye fixed on those consumed by consumption.

“What is the alternative?” I hear thee yelp. Well, at first, its not as pleasant but then its quite addictive. Its called doing the Knowledge. Challenge your assumptions, abstain from what provides hits, choose things radically different and flex your creative pecs instead of living, predictable. It may not win you many friends and yet it can because if enough people start shifting then the Game must change as well as it can only bring into view that which the people expect which is the exact reason why all Eighties and Nineties flicks had Brown skinned, fundamentalist terrorists barking their threats and that manifested. Same with tattoos. Back when they were calling cards of social rejects, criminals and those who lived on the edge and now they’re so common that not being inked is the exception. Have you ever considered what it means to engage in this ritual and its deeper meaning? It all links into feeling which is why its rare to see one with just a splash as they need to keep going back for a fix. Self harm in a new dress. Granted, probably not the most popular topic for those in its grip and miss me with the “Well the tribes used to do it” thing as they had ritual, reason and symbol behind it. Not what it is, my friend. Just like those gringo “shamans” that get you wrecked off your tits and then pass it off as enlightenment.

There are people actually walking around this realm that I call eBuddhists. They are absolutely amazing as they’ll quietly exclaim they’ve mastered all types of states and perceptions therefore are living incarnations of greatness made flesh and then you’ll see them yelling at their TV set or leaving a stream of invective in the comments when someone does something triggering. Its absolutely outsane because I don’t profess to know a thing beyond what I daily decrease in my ignorance and it makes me wonder about the nature of the (false) self and how well it can sell any image it wishes to those who keep buying in to its deception. I guess thats the key, isn’t it? Real actors in a fake world make everyone inauthentic just to fit in and the first part of this is ensuring you aren’t comfortable in your skin as then its open season on the rest and this war in your head is waged by them on both sides. Its whats stuck in the mid and lower down in your chest thats worth checking as when these two come online the Third Kingdom kicks in and you start getting these immense intuitive downloads that occur in an instant and take a while to process and a lot of these are whats inspired my many missives as I’m simply transcribing a state in the hope that the resonance activates similar gnosis in those reading.

Till we meet again

The Start of a Spiritual Awakening

Many Souls will live and die plugged into the Matrix because it provides what they expect and thus they have no need to introspect or question the narrative. Good for them. Its not a slight upon their minds or anything else you could pick as it simply stands as testament that the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits is so effective in inducing a state of hypnosis that starts and ends with them Thunking they’re human. Generally, the more comfortable a life is the less the person tends to question the construction of their defenses.

You can think of it like a walled garden or the carefully presented palace that Buddha was raised within in an engineered state of ignorance to hide the true depth of this realm. Actually, thats a great variable so lets expand on it:

Imagine life as a still pic that is taken with the camera of your flesh versus actually getting up and walking around the scene. The latter will comprehend how various tricks of perspective and specific modes of frame are used in the Game to create the illusion as its akin to seeing the puppets strings and how carefully worlds are built. In one sense it breaks the immersion but, on the other, it raises a load of questions because someone obviously went to a hell of a lot of effort with this deception they sell so well to 81% of those that step in. Now, there is another side to this because your life may not have been all sunshine and rainbows but yet you may still be well adjusted to a realm that is quite strange and possibly even insane as most engage in a quest to decorate the cell where they dwell without ever contemplating freedom. Those who do may find the door was never locked and thus they kept themselves within this enclave due to their own ignorance via a process called learned helplessness. The man who presented himself as Plato once said:

“He who escapes the Cave and sees the real sun, shining, versus the shadow and flame pantomime within can’t wait to tell the rest but when he attempts they’ll surely rebel and attempt to decry him as heretic, madman or lunatic” or words to that effect. This is very, very true because most people are quite content with the life they get but this thread is aimed at the chest of those who may find themselves at the start of a spiritual awakening:

“What is real?“.

“Is this it?“.

“Why am I alive?“.

“Why is there so much suffering?“.

“What happens to kids that step in shining before growing to be miserable?“.

“Why is there so much conflict?“.

“Am I more than the flesh and the story they poured into my head?“.

“Where is this famed god that comes in many names and brands but never seems to show himself even though many rivers have ran red in the quest to kill infidels and establish dominance?“.

“Is free will real or are we merely puppets on a string that go through the motions in ways we don’t truly comprehend?“.

“Why does it seem that evil runs unchecked and even gets a pat on the head whilst the good are shot dead when they try to help the rest?“.

Now, these lines are but mere hints as we all approach the elephant in a blindfold and draw our own conclusions and thus for some it may be entirely non verbal as they take an intense trip that shakes the very foundation of their being as they feel, just for a moment, a sense of realness that is so Self sustainingly authentic that this must be an illusion. Others, without the drugs, wander into the psychotic abyss from which many never ascend but some get chewed and spit out again with fresh questions they must comprehend whilst some women, at the moment of climax or giving birth, for example, imperience an immense state of transcendence that is totally ineffable and makes them feel like a light, long dimmed, shines again within.

Actually, the last point is very interesting because there once was a time, on this very planet, that women were seen as possessing an innate resonance that extended beyond this realm and thus they honed these talents and passed them on from one gen to the next. In the West the modern thread of this was what they taught you was a witch (actually a medicine woman because there was no popping pills, only the herbal element mixed in with intuition and Self Knowledge which offered guidance to the rest). Shamans as well had their own skills and, in general, sex was way more spiritual because when you correctly combine Yan and Ying you can literally manifest an out of body experience in which your Souls are ejaculated from your flesh into a state of conjoined transcendence and unified consciousness.

Obviously you won’t see that in a porno flick featuring a fresh eighteen year old starlet that has actually been abused since she was a kid by the rich and powerful before being beyond the age that gets them erect so they drop her onto the XXX circuit instead after turning tricks at the point in the mid for various industry captains and execs when most girls are still caught up in the anticipation of their first kiss. Once you can see the depth and start to question the narrative you really have to wonder who is at the helm of this realm and what the hell is happening but this isn’t my tale, its yours because you are at the start of your spiritual awakening. I’m just showing you the ways because the young woman in question, who learned to dissociate in the crib and thus watched herself in third person going through these things as a coping mech developed such immense spiritual strength that she literally cracked the Matrix to transcend by using what had happened as kindling to light the rocket of higher consciousness. As she said:

“I forgive them. Not because they deserve it but because I do and holding onto the pain and regret means there is still a part of me attached to this realm. I extend the same to my parents who gave me up to them and carried on like nothing happened beside massive amounts of gaslighting which ensured I never formed any type of connection or depth with them or any other humans as I felt so thoroughly and totally broken within as these demons dressed as humans attempted to defile my very essence by using me as a plaything to satisfy themselves”.

This is way more common and whilst extreme in its example was shared just to show how there are many different ways to ascend. On the flip there was a man who gave his wife everything as he invested in the narrative that if she grins and is kept content then life is bliss only to find the kids weren’t his and she’d been biding her time with him whilst the man she truly wanted was locked in a cell and the moment he gained freedom she ejected the sucker with an iced chill and got back on with the business of living. I’ll let him tell it:

“I wanted death. I wanted to kill. I wanted so many things that I didn’t have a clue what to do next so I became a derelict. I mean, can you imagine? A man of my standing? Living on the pavement? Eating from garbage bins whilst on a canned heat binge to take off the edge. All it took was a random conversation with a man who was a war veteran and saw the dead all around him to change everything. Know what he said? He simply mentioned that its better to realize one was tricked than die with the illusion, no matter how painful this is, because once your eyes are opened there is no closing them.

I don’t know why but something about the simplicity of this observation struck a bell that sent shivers down my spinal column. What followed next was more than mere coincidence as a string of bizarre events led me to the steps of this ashram in the middle of nowhere. I walked in, looking ragged and stinky, and this Bhikkuni – you know, bald head, orange robes and the rest – simply said:

“Welcome, it is you we have been awaiting” with arms that were extended. I collapsed in her embrace and what followed next can only be termed as an emotional purging of various incarnations and suffering that had compressed my spirit into something I could no longer comprehend or connect due to what surrounded it. Can you believe it? I was so estranged from my Self that I wept at the loss of illusion when, in reality, I should have offered congratulations to the ones who delivered my awakening. I often wonder what happened to that schizophrenic vet as I frequently went back to check and it seems no one else ever seen or heard of him and thats what makes it so miraculous as there are countless others like him that may just be dropping gems on those who walk by them on the pavement but who listens? Sometimes the gourd must be cracked in order not to collect what this world brings but to let the light within shine that would otherwise be hidden”.

Once again, another dramatic example but the reasons for this will become Self evident as we progress because there are plenty of boys (and girls) that are interrupted in this quest and thus start but don’t end where these Souls get. That is the point because right now, at this very moment, you could be treading on thorns and wondering if its worth the effort only to quit at the point before you come up smelling of roses. A more day to day:

“I grew up in a religious house where my father was quite authoritarian. We siblings often joked, in private and under our breath, that he was the only one allowed to have an opinion. I was more of the rebel, within limits because none of us really wanted to provoke him and couldn’t help but wonder why a man who seemed so devout and content to the congregation could privately be so miserable? Of course, the world never saw this and we were well trained in the art of deception to present a perfect image so when my friends questioned why they couldn’t come to our house to play we said “Our father is very religious and he doesn’t like distractions”. In reality he often sat there, brooding in the darkness. There was a gloom that followed him and sucked the life out of any room he was within and yet, with the rest, he was quick to quote a text, offer some advice and the rest. To us, his family, the ones he bought in, all of this was lacking so the moment I could escape I went to college and had loads of sex. These days they call it a “Hoe Phase” but for me it was the only way to stay sane.

I’ll never forget this man I met with whom the sparks did fly when our eyes were linked. Granted a quick slam in the bathroom isn’t the most romantic image (nor was I that discerning back then) but it felt like he knocked a blockage out of my chest that I was only partially aware of feeling. Suddenly all the questions I’d been fearing started rearing their heads and instead of seeking emancipation between my legs I knew I needed something else and thus it all flipped from vigorous sex with strangers to theological debates over holy text where I just let rip with what I felt with zero fear of judgement. Like a serpent that sheds its skin it no longer fits in I was born again and found my lane but with no religious indoctrination needed – I think thats just a huge control mechanism and totally unnatural. Now I’m super successful running a site that questions the narrative and identify more as spiritual than anything else in this quest to reality test and find the true answers to the deepest questions. Have I progressed? Regressed? Going to face damnation for doing what I did at the end by betraying the faith of my parents? Who knows? I guess we’ll find out when we cross the rainbow bridge out of this realm but, between me and you, I strongly suspect you get what you expect as you are your instrument of judgement in the end“.

How many in the above would have stayed atrophied as they were molded? Or what about the counterswing that bought sexual freedom and as much debauchment as she could handle? What if that phase she kept chasing till the wide eyed innocence that men found so attractive became tight lipped resentment as her breasts, once perky, now unfolded like accordions? Imagine if when the block did shift via some hard dick action she went off on a quest to top this imperience instead of realizing the blinker was winking to signal an off ramp from the road she’d taken to get to that moment? What if she didn’t comprehend that liberation in one aspect can be applied to other things and lacked the sense of presence to join a debating team and let rip what had been suppressed in front of an enraptured audience. She says:

“Its ironic because even though he refuses to talk to me due to what happened and the conversations we had I’m actually the most like him except I’m totally authentic as he could talk up a storm but didn’t live his lyrics”.

There are more mundane examples like the woman who always put everyone first but herself and then felt immensely depressed when her kids flew the nest and she had no more distractions until she picked up a pen and started journaling:

“I was doing really well with this as I felt like I’d finally found that true friend and confidant I’d always been seeking. Now, in retrospect, its obvious I’d been trained to put others before myself as I was constantly people pleasing. In many ways I was doing the same with my kids as one of the first things I remembered when they were born was “Yay! I finally have friends!” which filled me with a strange dread and sense of revulsion as well because I knew it wasn’t appropriate but I basked in their attention and adulation. I was beside myself when they left. Life had more meaning but I knew that if I kept tight a grip they’d disconnect and never come back again which felt like a fate worse than death so something had to give.

I don’t recollect where but I heard about journaling as a way of stating the unspeakable you won’t admit so decided to give it a spin and I was hooked. The sense of freedom was palpable. The tears ran so hard that my eyes were often red as the little girl that was raised by narcissists and trained to suppress her feelings finally found a way to express that which they’d prevent and I’d almost infected the next gen with such flawed thinking. It was then I found your article about how to speak to the child within and that was Game changing. Mind blowing. No longer an abstraction or disjointed recollections presented as fragments as I saw her hand, her scrawl and intent staring back from the page which said things that were often quite hard to digest. Its so strange to think that that part of me was literally frozen within, locked in my chest, and the rest of my life was simply a huge coping mech designed to hide this.

Thankfully I knew that potions and pills couldn’t change a thing which is what inspired these events and it eventually led to what some may call a full fledged spiritual awakening in the making. Not quite there yet but what you said about Inner Sense hits the nail so squarely on the head with its familiar newness that I can’t wait to progress and see what happens next as I up my wavelength”.

A black cab driver once said:

“In my line of biz you see all kinds. I’ve never been one to pass up a good conversation and thus no mention of the weather or cricket when they get in my whip as I’d usually hit em with both barrels and let my intuition kick. You know I’d ask all types of things like the time I said:

“What if your wife was a low down cheating bish who pretended to get pregnant when another bird actually flew over the cuckoos nest?” to this high powered exec. Hoo, that was a quiet trip but it wasn’t always like this as I spoke to a monk who was super chill and really gave me something to think about when they said:

“A man who takes others from one place to the next could be said to be a messenger, yes? If, along the way, he sprinkles some observations then he may be akin to an oasis in the land of the parched because many thirst for a drink but won’t ask when its in front of them as they are so disconnected from their own emotions and ran by fears of judgement. Your childlike intent is quite enduring, keep it up and see what happens”.

Then there was a girl, all suitcase and tears, where I didn’t say a thing but sent her total acceptance instead as we engaged in what can only be called a silent conversation. All I know is that one who left compared to who stepped in was quite different and it really made me think about this thing called language as well as communication and the rest. I didn’t charge her a thing. I couldn’t. I knew she had other things on her plate so when she tried to hand over the bills I said:

“Give em to him” and pointed at a man on the pavement. “He needs them more than me and if you ever need anything simply give me a ring” as I handed her my card and meant it. She looked very grateful as was the man who got paid without begging then turned and shared it with his friends as I rode off into the night in search of my next fare. Yeah, its a crazy thing, this life, isn’t it? A few decades and change I’ve been on the planet, had countless conversations about the strangest things with people I’ve just met who often open up their depths and I can’t truly claim to be any further along than when I started in this Game as I’ve still got loads of questions but no definite answers yet. I suppose its some kind of quest, isn’t it? Like constant refinement or, as you said, a battle with your own ignorance. All I know is that it makes me grin as I clock a decent living, get to support me and the kids and its far more entertaining and interesting than any other way to spend life I can imagine in this realm so, all in all, its pretty decent, yeah?”.

Like I said, the start of a spiritual awakening can happen in the beginning, middle or end because your unfinite awareness may seem non linear to one locked in to the IF, AND, OR, THEN sequence that make up realities mundane programming but, in retrospect, it all seems like it was destined to happen so if you find your Self in hell then keep on stepping because only coals that endure the pressure get to shine like diamonds as they ascend to where they were intended. Trust the process, follow your intuition and recollect that fear is a street sign on the way to healing because one must tame their dragon before flying whilst the rest are quite content walking around with bowed heads filled with stress they dare not admit as they are so well adjusted to the profound sickness that grasps the entire planet at the moment.

Till we meet again

Research the Opposite Perspective

“Research the opposite perspective” I said. “Why?” came the response from one that was so certain of the reality tunnel he was digging that all he ever did was aim his awareness in the direction that confirmed what he suspected. To me that is stupid. Real stupid. To him it made perfect sense. What do you think?

I’m a big proponent of reality testing in the sense that there are no thoughts or concepts off limits in my awareness ergo I flip turn them upside down in order to check that contents match the label. Then I go and listen to someone who says different and do the same again. This process is repeated until I come to a satisfactory conclusion on the way it is and this then undergoes the same schtick as my initial base perspective that is constantly refined and revised based upon new insights gained as I play this Game that uses my Soul as a credit in exchange for the flesh it drapes around my unfinite awareness. Tell me, my friend, which perspective do you think lends itself to a more accurate vantage that is closer to the way it is versus “Here is what I wish, and look, everyone else says its correct!“. I know that a some of you may think “Too much effort” as you slide down the well paved street of least resistance that has had frozen water placed on it to assist your descent into accepting the common perspective on everything. In a way I get it, remember I said I honor all perspectives, because you’re too busy with other things they tell you are important and then comes the aspect of amusing yourself to death and engaging in all kinds of petty conflicts and arguments that make up the base for 81% of this planets denizens but I choose to spend my attention in ways I find more profitable. That and its entirely effortless. Know why? I’m just using the standard equipment of Inner Sense that for you is hidden underneath layers and layers of conditioning hence Adulteration bleats “Too much effort” into your head and you, like a ventriloquists dummy made of flesh, repeat its statement and Thunk you originated that perspective. Newsflash, you didn’t.

If you’d researched the opposite perspective it would become obvious that there was a time, once upon a when, you didn’t hear the dulcet tones in your head that guided your actions via its suggestions. No, you may also note that you were much happier, present and creative. Thats the state of Inner Sense and one of the best things I discovered from treading upon the Path of Power that you create my walking. In effect these are the only two options in the Game. The former mentioned is broad, well lit and filled with all kinds of people who slide on their rear ends to wherever it ends. The other is narrow and treacherous, its quite a challenge, and shrouded in darkness. As such its lit by a lantern one finds in their chest and it throws its glow a few feet in front to one who is coherent within. Thats where I’ve been walking for a bit and its from where I sit and survey my Kingdom as I push the pen on this article.

Research the opposite perspective. It really is quite effective when it comes to reality testing the things which may or may not be in your best interests. The person in question at the head of this section came to me as he had a problem. One that is all too common that I call the old “Mince to rice pudding equation” that I’ve detailed, elsewhen. In his situation he came to me seeking conformation of what he said as he needed to prove to someone else his way was correct. He pointed at a few resources and their perspectives which aligned with his hopeful wishes as built on old suggestions that were beamed into his head, back when, that were currently under threat by something a friend said. In his mind this intellectual infidel was a threat to his programmed awareness and he was rushing to defend what he thought as being not only entirely valid but the only logical option. After listening to his opening statement that laid all of this out as the reason for his trip to my office I responded:

“Research the opposite perspective”. “Why?” came the response from one that was so certain of the reality tunnel he was digging that all he ever did was aim his awareness in the direction that confirmed what he suspected. To me that is stupid. Real stupid. To him it made perfect sense. What do you think? Feeling mischievous I decided to let rip as I hit him with both barrels based on previous research into said topic mixed with a healthy swig of intuition and creative thinking. If his friend had attempted to poke a hole in his perspective I’d just aired it out and left it thoroughly ventilated. No menace and no badness intended. The aim was to show him how his reality tunnel is simply one of many and thus they’re all valid. The question is, is it helping? Meaning, on your day to day are you healthy, happy, creative, moving with grace in a state of equilibrium that, with a childs innocence, can ask questions and then consider the information before making your own mind and then continuing the process of trying to make sense of wearing flesh on a planet that floats in the abyss as its chases a fireball through a vacuum thats filled with twinkles? Doesn’t that, as the base totality of your reality, sound totally ridiculous? And yet its upon this the rest of the arguments and divisions are built that are the hallmark of tribal Thunking that brooks no discussion, views no alternatives and simply seeks conformation of what another said.

To me that reeks of (false) self deception. You know what they say about lies, yes? Make it big, bold and convincing then make sure you repeat it often. Its much like hypnosis. There is a lot in common, oh yes, because if the suggestions aren’t refreshed one can slip out of the trance they were placed in. Another interesting sync is that childrens brainwaves are nigh on identical to an adults after word weaving so imagine if instead of parents saying “I believe that and this therefore you should as well” before adding “Never dare to question the traditions of our people as they were handed” even though they themselves are mostly miserable, plenty stressed and scared to death of unveiling their true potent they said “Hop on one leg on this day of the week”. We would see some people do this religiously on a Friday, some pick Saturday instead and some say Sunday is the best. A few pick the left, some state the right was ordained and those new age freaks believe in alternating smoothly between one then the next as they wave the holy lash around their head and get to skipping.

A ludicrous example, I know, but it just shows how flexible this all when you truly comprehend the way the Earthday Suit functions in our quest for making sense and finding a meaning to wearing it in this realm. Like I said, I honor hall perspectives and have had some fascinating conversations at depth with those that are intellectually flexible enough to listen to the opposite when it presents even if they haven’t researched it and never will. In response to the skipping statement somebody else said “Very clever, I see what you’re saying but can’t say I agree with it. Granted its a visceral proof of the way we accept programming and influence but I’m talking about loftier things and your example is quite frivolous”.

“Is it? Is it really, though?” I questioned. After all, what I’d just sketched inside his head wasn’t based on anything else but certain facts and perspectives that I’d stitched into a coherent narrative to create an example about world building. I followed it up with:

“You have a Soul, yes?“. He nodded his head. “And you believe, in a way that is one hundred percent certain and can’t be shook, rattled or rolled even a bit that your perspective is not only entirely valid but others aren’t even worth considering as they got it wrong, were corrupted or actually following Satan himself and headed straight to the bowels of Hell for believing such ridiculous things”. Once again, he nodded. “What if you, this same Soul rendered in flesh that sits in my office after five decades and change on the planet had incarnated elsewhen instead?”.

“What do you mean?” he responded as he shifted in his seat.

“Well, lets say you were born into the “Left leg on Friday is the best way” team then you’d be totally invested in the narrative and think those who partook in the right on Saturday were the spawn of Satan himself, yes? Yet if the flip you’d create just as convincing an argument. In neither one of those modes of being would you ever reality test to check what they were saying or even attempt to implement it and yet each and every child that sets foot in this realm will, at one point, intuitively hop up and down on one leg then the next as well as do some skipping because its natural to explore the flesh their in in relation to the environment and test the options to see what happens, yes?”.

He sat there, quietly. Thinking at depth and then said:

“You know what? I’d never really considered this but what you’re saying makes a lot of sense and its gave me a lot to think about. I don’t know how I feel about this because it most certainly is not what I expected when I came to fill you in on the finer points of my religion”. He made his excuses and left. Do you know what happened next?

We gathered in a meeting. Three people of the book who believe their own things and me, the only common link between their perspectives due to our previously solo conversations. Let the reality testing commence! Oh man, it was like a spiritual WWF. I see why religion and politics are verboten in some places. I guess thats because if they were allowed to kick it they’d spot the links and maybe, just maybe, instead of the noiZ of arguments as people force their opinions on ones that don’t want to hear it we’d hear the joyous tumult of children at play instead where its not about hopping on one leg because Simon said as they discover what its like to walk on their hands, throw that rope in a tree and make a swing as well as countless benefits that spring from being so Centered in Self as the living embodiment of Inner Sense that there is nothing there to defend because you Know the Ledge as your standard equipment is fully functioning as intended.

This was one of the most interesting things from this conversation because they eventually, some begrudgingly, came to admit the validity of the “Soul which incarnates in one place or the next but equally believes its reality tunnel” perspective which was quite interesting as the next aspect generated huge arguments that were most passionate as I said:

“All three of you are on a quest to gain a personal connection with the divine, yes?“. They all nodded their heads. “Not only this but you’ve been doing it for generations and generations, like a living tradition of which you’re the latest adherents, truth said?”. Once again the domes bobbed in agreement. “Hows that been working out then? On the personal and collective scale, both at this moment present and via the historical lens? How many Souls have made it back to the place they left and have you actually tasted the proof of the pudding, as promised by your prophets or are you still waiting as naught has passed beyond your lips? Before they could interrupt I held up a hand then added:

“What if I’m correct and this misdirected attention outside is simply a fools errand when the divine presence we’re all seeking actually rests within and, for some reason, not one of these texts presents a clear, lucid and cogent way to reforge that connection we all sense is missing as we dig our own reality tunnels from a point of view that is based in Adulterated Inner Sense where that which we’re evading is what we’re actually needing. In order to avoid this, which I feel is obvious, we blame others who hop on one leg on a day incorrect or dare to be blasphemous and start skipping, much to the chagrin of both the previous people. What if we are god? The divine made manifest and its akin to that Prime presence playing Hide and Seek with its Self in a Game we engage by inserting our Souls as credits in order to don the flesh and interact with this dimension which is, if we’re being honest, a tiny, tiny bit of a much bigger pic that is then further edited, remixed and processed by the gray matter in our heads that was previously programmed to dig the reality tunnel as instructed? After all, your people” I motioned at one “Say “We are closer than your jugular vein” whilst his, pointing in another direction “Believe the only way to the Father is through He” and his think that Spirit is everything and all contains it within. Whats the common link? Consciousness aka what the religion of science calls the “Hard Problem” and likes to pretend doesn’t exist”.

Man, that convo went on with no end and very little progress, no matter what was said. It was then that I clicked the nature of the Pane Body as well as the true depth of Adulteration along with the vice like grip the voice in their heads had upon their awareness as it exists solely to defend that with which they’d been programmed whilst keeping them isolated from the signals that poured in from below then neck and shifted the resonance of their awareness so that it found immense comfort in those who thought like them but, quite often, flat out hatred for those who dared to think different as that was interpreted as a threat to its dominance. What if this “god” is actually the Devil? What then? Imagine we, our minds and bodies, are the battleground for a divine conflict that has been raging for eons as it consumes one generation then the next who exhibit their own types of sanctioned perspectives that brook no discussion or consideration beyond the suggestion “Dig, dig, dig, that reality tunnel!” in their heads by a voice they Thunk is them but actually isn’t as they are what listens aka the Witness or what remains constant in the example of a Soul that incarnated into one family or the next with their own perspectives as well as the only constant whether walking round the planet as you handle the business of living or are lying, dreaming, in bed creating a false reality in your head you’ll swear is authentic.

I’m grateful to all I’ve met and the discussions that happened but one thing that became Self evident is if people could pick between being happy and correct they’d pick the latter even though the former is what they say they’re seeking and that, my friend, hints at a deeper schism within the race so I can’t help but wonder about the true intent of the Game and whats happening so I’ll continue to research the opposite to whatever I survey because my intense curiosity can’t stand flapping around on the surface when depth is an option that generates far more coherence and happiness because the state within which a Warrior dwells I’ve termed Inner Sense and its the one thing that was entirely constant between the three that met, all of their friends, family and children as well as everyone else on the planet and yet its the same thing that vanishes as its Adulterated and they pick up that shovel and dig, dig, dig that reality tunnel which says “This is how it is, we’re one hundred percent correct, don’t listen to anyone else but this voice in your head you’ve been trained to accept is the only option as you are it ergo its wish is your commandment”.

At least, thats how it seems to me at the moment but thats always open to revision as my perspectives are fluid due to the reasons I mentioned in this missive with the intent of spurring discussion about the true Hard Problem:

Why are so many people so miserable and yet won’t admit it? Why does a childs glow dim not long after they step in? Why is our collective track record one of bloodshed and conflict and why does it seem that everything from the net to religion that promises to unite and uplift ends up isolating and fragmenting whilst offering petty conflicts that never seem to end?

Do we have the Game backwards? Are we playing in ways incorrect or is the point of this level a good tear up that ensures every single Soul plugged in has the scales of their life tipped toward suffering as they all look anywhere but within for solutions as they point a finger at someone else and say “Them, they’re the problem!” whilst ignoring the three that are directed at the only constant. Them. Or, to be more specific, their awareness and that leads us back, full circle, to consciousness being the all of everything and the reality tunnel concept which digs, digs, digs at the behest of the voice in your head and relative social programming as well as the concept of Inner Sense and its (seemingly) inevitable Adulteration that begets such methods of living that most dare not question.

Like I said, constant refinement. Incremental Betterment, if you will, as that mode of living can be applied to everything and the net result is one who is happier, more present and energetic. “Be as little children” was once said. They always research the opposite as they’re born to dive to the depths of anything before we train them to be just like their parents and thus the inheritance of the next generation is their parents unaddressed suffering. Say, you think that may be the problem and also the solution? They say in nature that the poison and cure grow side by side. Hmm, I’ll have to look into this.

Till we meet again

What Is Music Without Silence?

“Its red!”.

“Its blue!”.

“You fools, its green. Can’t you see? Its obvious!”

In the distance someone else says “Its white” and a few murmur in assent as it seems the most logical solution to the problem. An old man sits and quietly grins because he’s been around for a minute and knows this trick well and thus groks the true answer:

Darkness.

What are we talking about? Consciousness. What it is, what creates the waves and how the particles are caught up in the mix of subjective imperience and thus akin to tickling themselves ergo your current state must be transcended to create a greater perspective that is far more accurate. Why darkness? Simple:

What is music without silence?

See how quick that kicks in because the truth is obvious and Self evident once your awareness is resonance with the optimal alignment. Imagine a reel of cloth that was stretched in some contraption. Day and night it spins under nearly continuous tension. When the sun dips the binds ease but the motion never ceases. There stands on the far edge of this contraption a camera that scans a small section of the canvas. Further up ahead there are various jets that sprinkle in some ink. When the guard watching the camera sees red he starts acting more aggressive under the influence. He sees someone has got the promotion he felt should be his and the green that expected is not met and instead we see an orange which sparks him to action by lighting a fire under his competitiveness.

What you’ve just seen is the inside of your mind. There are forces in this planet, concentrated emanations of emotion and wavelengths that are held together as coherent resonance that here I called the inks. The guard who is watching the events is your Adulterated self that is currently unaware of your magnificence and instead operates purely on stimulated responses as the various tints hint the fabric which is actually your consciousness that is stretched in the contraption you’re currently wearing. This is why you dream at night as the boundaries of tension in wakefulness under the eye of the watchful eye of the guard give way to a more abstract interpretation. In that respect you are never ending, never changing and yet never the same and equally easy to misplace should you choose to incarnate into a Game you’re playing after inserting your Soul as a credit.

These lights that shine have their own rhythms that are often in accordance as well as at odds with whats happening in your existence. In the case of the promotion example that the guard was expecting had the green lights been shining on where his camera was focused on the canvas he’d have taken that ink as the resonance and used it as the base of his decisions which would have lead to envious comments and angst at the outcome. But it wasn’t. Instead it was aimed at the frequency of orange which instilled its own kind of consciousness that said “Are you kidding? We know we’re better than him and lets prove it in the spirit of competition” and thus he rose to the occasion. This is why you can sometimes have a life thats going to hell and feel all around amazing or, on the flip, you can have the best of everything and yet be at your wits end. Its all about who well you know the contraption and its modes of action and this is why Know thy Self is the key to all of this and the only thing worth investing in because its what underpins the realm.

See, we’re all made up of a blend of this hues, these bands of emotion and their wavelength but whats interesting is how we decode them. For example one may class green as envy and the other may feel endless bounty. One mans red make make him bash anothers head whilst another strikes piano keys with abandon as he pens a composition that will resound for generations. This is where it gets real interesting because there that which shines and what we project because in the mid there is the guard and where the camera is positioned. This angle is how you see life ergo for some half filled is on its way to emptiness whilst the other sees abundance. The ink is never slung truly the same upon all canvases because they’re tilted upon their own axis ergo some are flat and the hits are directly targeted and intense whilst the others are angled so there is some element that drips and keeps carrying one color into the next even when its moment happened elsewhen in the sequence.

This is the different between those who live in the past and thus tend to miss the present versus the ones who are future based and quick to start but don’t finish a thing. If either one of them realized this and performed the appropriate mental composition their interpretation of the wavelength and its actualization would be quite different. Because of this you have what you class as success and failure but even more interesting is the fact that the guard tends to spot Patterns and the more of he sees the more he brings that element to the table for the life you’re living. Once you become aware of this default mode of coding you inherited you can take advantage of being neuroplastic and recode your internal OS by choosing which trains of thoughts you invest in and which don’t even leave the station, even if they pulled in hooting and hollering, screaming for your attention.

At this point the guard tends to realize the limits of the camera he was looking at from a little monitor in the basement and instead comes to stand on the deck and thus takes in the full canvas. The scene is breathtaking, the scale is so immense and yet its all so precise and intricate whilst also being totally random and incoherent. Some call this enlightenment, others madness because, once again, its all relative to what you’re decoding. For those who obtain this state in the flesh they discover a state of coherence that is quite similar to one they felt, way back when, the cloth was being trimmed and fitted into the contraption.

“Amazing” they said, taking it all in. “So there once was a time when it didn’t spin on a machine and there weren’t any inks to influence the perspective as well as the total absence of a guard and basement. Instead the cloth is flowing, still forming its essence as its more conceptual than physical. The idea of formation at its early stages of crystallization. Taking in the magnificence of the feeling and how beautiful it all is because there are no externally induced rhythms and motions, no tilt of the axis, nothing at all but a sense of oneness. A level of presence that overflows any definition one attempts to place on it as its the space within which thoughts themselves first have their genesis. A quiet darkness I call Psylense. Can you hear it, I’m asking?

From here I am speaking at this present moment in a state I’m sure they call non dual awareness and from this lens I can scale the depths of the heights that equal the same thing, itself “no thing”, which is everything. I am it. You are too. Another me in that respect but if you let the hue and guards tell it we are actually 8 billion who sketch their own tales on the canvas based on these universal principles that are eternally unchanging. This is a higher level of the Game, another plane. One that is interlinked to this as breath is to your existence but its as ephemeral and subtle. By its footprints in your mind may you know it and I’ve just sketched the contraption and await your response of how it matches your inner realm because who can I be but me inside this realm?

Till we meet again

You Don’t Know the Half of It. Be Glad

Man, at this moment, with all of his sciences and advances that strain in their own directions is akin to tale of the blind wrestling with an elephant. Each is convinced of what they’re grasping as it feels so visceral and solid. In their minds, scattered and disparate, the image they build is of a curtain, a rope, a tree trunk, a wall and so on and so forth. We, who can see, comprehend the nature of the trickery that comes from such limited viewpoints trying to wrestle with a truth that is beyond their apprehension as the divine pachyderm will not fit in to the reality boxes they wish to place it.

That is the state of man, at this moment. One day somebody will stitch together these tales into a coherent narrative and when the true horrors of reality sink in the people will run shrieking into the welcome grip of another dark ages from whence they’ll do it all again. Imagine how it feels to be cursed to see the truth and then pretend it falls on you to speak the unspoken reality to the metaphysically deaf and dumb who have, for generations, held onto an elephants leg as their own salvation and thus missed the entire thing.

You don’t know the half of it. Be glad.

Where we are, what this place is, who is in charge, their intent and the rest would horrify anyone who comprehends the true nature of this dimension. Why? Because its all so obvious. The pieces are right there, they always have been. It is our sensory equipment, as individuals and collective, that is not functioning correctly and thus we miss the message and medium that have been artfully hidden via true lies and institutionalized deception. The wildest thing is nobody can admit this. Not even to themselves, but that too is obvious. Think:

If what you know, your internal operating system of the Game and how to navigate it – whatever that is, however you got it and what it states – was truly complete and perfect then your life would feel pretty amazing, yes? Garbage out only comes from first placing it in and this is why I’ve said that your greatest enemy hides in the last place you’d suspect. Your head. Its such an amazing trick for it convinced you, you’re it. 8 billion living hostages, wrestling with pieces of an elephant. See, the thing with this creature is its not only big but intensely wise as well. It knows where its going, is aware of where its been and sees the whole pic. For such a long time it has stood there, patiently, as its mauled by blind men who do everything but intended. Ride it.

Once you possess the correct Knowledge, have removed the world that was pulled over your eyes from your vision and see whats been in front of you for the entire performance it becomes obvious as you climb on top and ride as you see from a much higher vantage. That is the optimal operating system. At least, thats how it seems to me. Your mileage (and currency) may vary dramatically.

On the flip the life of a Slave, if seen from a hyper-dimensional lens, is mainly a heady mix of boredom and dread (usually for events that never happen as the ones that get them were rarely suspected. This alone offers a huge hint about the trick and shell Game going on inside your head that keeps you distracted from seeing the obvious) laced with the occasional glad tidings to keep hope alive. If you were to weigh your life on the scales of smiles and cries its obvious the tip would be immense on one side, yes? And yet this is the exact same programming you’ll pass onto your children who’ll do the same thing. A species in psychosis. Maybe what I said of the collective riding the elephant and grasping the true nature of the place they came to serve a life sentence happened previously? Those who could handle it vanished as they exited stage left and those who refused ran shrieking for the hills as old continents did sink when the ice melted so they start all over again.

They say there is nothing new under the sun. Don’t the predictable thoughts in your head manifest this intent perfectly well? Why don’t you ever stop to consider that there once was a time when you could reach in and create something brand new and fresh without any effort as you dwelled in a state plentiful and could not wait to share the riches you possessed. In that respect we are all born riding the golden elephant. Each and every one of us is a Warrior when we step in but because people need compartmentalization in order to handle the trauma they inherited and imperienced they pull the child down, quick, via various tricks and methods until they too forget the elephant and its higher perspect and instead spend their lives as giants kneeling at the feet of midgets. Adulteration, I call it. You just think of it as life and thus unexamined it sits. Urning a living equals cremating your potential, get it?

You don’t know the half of it. Be glad. If you did you too would be of the ment to get free or thrive trying because you see the true nature of the Game which hides the greatest of who you are within and then tells you someone else will come and make things perfect, soothe the ache you’re feeling if you’ll just accept what you’re given and do exactly as instructed. Spiritual Stockholm Syndrome. 8 billion Souls looting their own temple, laughing and then crying as they blame someone else for said things. Why? Because that little voice in their head tells them.

News flash, you aren’t it. How can you be when you are that which listens to it? Can you hear the Psylense or does the noiZ obscure it? Thats the difference between believing this almost but not quite fables of a curtain, a rope, a tree trunk, a wall and so on and so forth via your Adulterated awareness which works via fragments placed in boxes as you yourself dig a reality tunnel for a life that promises you nothing but more suffering. This is what you’re holding onto, with such a tight grip. Most are actually scared to death of letting go because a part of them remembers they once felt the strength, glow and elevated perspective that comes from being the embodiment of such an impressive specimen. Now, instead, all they have is leg they cling to like scared children and call it a tree trunk instead. They really hate those fools over there who believe the meaning of life is a curtain. “Idiots! How can they believe such foolish things with their backwards and primitive suspicions, we and we alone have the truth. Death to the infidels!”. The ones clutching the rope as it swings that way and this wonder what the hell either of these – who have been at each others necks for generations – are blathering about as its so alien to their perspective but the movement provides them with a little more freedom to think and thus they choose not to engage in these antics. Just like those leaning against the wall who class their view as the best as its secure and solid due to remaining unchanging for generations and so big. They look around at the chaos and think they’re all stupid for not getting how obvious it all is due to what is in front of them.

And yet, that is the hardest thing to see. If a man walked up to you on the street and said “Excuse me, could you open your eyes for a moment?” how would you react? Most would brush the suggestion off the map as they hurried where they were heading because, to them, their vision was perfect. The man watches as the person in question nearly gets hit by a car at an intersection, falls over the pavement, picks himself up again and continues on his way before bumping into another pedestrian where they have an argument that says “Watch where you’re going! Didn’t you see me coming?”.

That is the world as it is. This is what your inherited operating system begets. This is why I say 81% of the planet are Slaves because less than one out of ten people would have the nous to comprehend that if a man is stopping them to ask such an obvious question and his intent feels genuine there may be, just maybe, something more to this than they’re decoding at the moment. That is how you behold the elephant and once you did the next question is:

“How the hell did this divine thing end up in this realm?“

You don’t know the half of it. Be glad. Many are called but only the Warrior chooses their Self and that really is all that needs to be said at the moment because you either get it or you don’t. That, ultimately, is your decision. And your consequence as well. Get it? A sequence of consciousness for which you are entirely responsible.

Till we meet again