I Couldn’t Help but Notice Your Pain

I couldn’t help but notice your pain… You know the rest, yes?

The range of innerG we decode via this spell is pretty immense and its also remarkably common. Forget about the surface and image people present because if you looked under the surface I’d be fairly confident in the bet that over fifty percent of their existence falls within this wavelength. There are good parts and bad. There are also worst as well because the most intense hits are often clocked when we’re still in single digits and thus they are beyond recollection for many as these imperiences make up the shaky foundations they’d rather not admit that they then erect the castle made of sand and held together with wishful thinking their (false) self offers them as a way of ignoring the root cause of the problem.

Time and time again I’ve seen countless people seeking to rub a stain from a mirror that they don’t click is actually a photograph they carry within. This is how slick and deceptive this process is because folk will do the same things, again and again, expecting different outcomes but are loathe to change anything. Why? Because those shifting winds would bring the castle down falling and with it goes the entire persona and fable they’ve invested in as the way it is. The ironic aspect of this is that if they were to let that happen and stop clinging on so tight to their suffering and methods that obviously aren’t working they’d find the freedom they seek springing from within with its familiar newness. This is why I use the coal to diamond metaphor as well because the fundamentals are identical. Did you know that when it comes to these stones those that are filled with inclusions and webs are akin to humans under immense amounts of tension that won’t relent (nor will they shift) whereas the best cut and most splendiferous gems are optimally refractive and sparkle with brilliance that is truly breathtaking. Be real, which one would you pick? Now be even more honest. Are you willing to do the Knowledge if it means potentially destroying everything you hold sacrosanct but obviously does nothing else but build a life you mainly detest but tolerate due to a lack of options available to your internal OS?

Its not an easy task but then life is complicated but it is something that once mastered is never forgotten again as you become fluent in body language versus just accepting labels handed to a fragment of your Self inside your head that believes whats said from a state of numbness. See, we stop feeling in increments and that means the less pain you feel you also limit your potential happiness. Its a very strange, yet precise, system that is akin to slipping on some surgical gloves at first before switching it to something more thicker and padded. By the time most folks are twenty six summers into their stretch they are toting welders mitts and generally can’t tell the difference even though they obviously feel less now than they did.

The silent epidemic. The emotional plague. The madness of generations which is inherited then passed onto the next due to a near total lack of introspection and mass energetic ignorance. Call it whatever you wish but the world around you is what it built and every single one of out here is part of the problem as we individually project the collective and then absorb it back in. Think two girls, one cup but instead its 8 billion Souls, one planet and it clicks why “suck cess” is what you’re seeking and how many must consume excrement in order to bring in the pay. What do you crave? Its emotional intensity at the end of the day. The feeling of being present, here, now. Rich and vivid.

The most amazing thing is how many more highways and byways of consciousness start opening and blooming like the lotus once we address the filth within. I’ve seen people who always wanted to dance but felt they had no rhythm bust a jig, the chronic loner and social reject actually get a girlfriend and the girl who constantly messed up every relationship, especially if she really liked the guy, and then turned around to blame them when it was obvious there was only ever one constant. In that respect life will use pain to focus our attention but we, as a collective, have shirked personal responsibility for so long that its pretty much a global tradition. This is what erects boundaries, creates enemies and installs schisms inside the minds of even those who believe ninety nine point nine the same thing. Its indicative of this split, itself something that was etched into the collective unconscious by our ancestors who survived times so wild and unpredictable that the continued presence of man on this planet is nigh on a miracle.

We are the broken children of man, hence mankind. Sort of the same, but different. The pathologies exhibit themselves on every continent but we tend to see an immense uptick in certain locations and people versus others which is quite interesting but beyond the scope of this missive. Over history as well the same Pattern is seen as there is an ebb and flow to the amount of humanity most people are exhibiting. At the current moment it feels like its the lowest its ever been an this can be easily judged via the outpouring of creativity and artistry as this is the beacon I’ve used previously. People, en masse, have handed themselves over to tech as the god of this age and things have got so staid when it comes to newness from a purely human perspective that it makes one wonder if its not all just unfolding as intended. Actually, let me digress for a bit:

Its quite difficult for most people to truly embody a previous version of themselves as the body continually lives in the present and thus tints their perspective with its own experiences. This is actually the root of the problem as well as solution as well. As you shake off these imperiences with your steps on the Path of Power whilst introspecting and rewriting your internal OS one of the most interesting facets is revivification. Quite akin to green shoots popping through the ground that was previously frozen it can be quite painful if you resist but the most fascinating thing is the recollection of previous events that are relived like one was actually present. Them coming back in one whole chunk is the not the most common, in my imperience. Instead you may see someone feeling absolutely nothing as huge rivers of tears are rolling down their cheeks and they sit there wondering “Whats all this about then?” as they capture this torrent of emotions pouring from their eyelids. “Not long later I was watching a show and this advert kicked in where this little boy was playing with a dog and suddenly I found myself shrieking and screaming as my throat entered a tight constriction along with the awareness of immense belts of tension across my chest and neck. It was ridiculously intense, I felt like I was dying but I stayed Centered in Self and let my breathing ease in to a state of embodiment and get comfortable with this. Later on that night as I was drifting the last piece of the puzzle popped into my head and I remembered that my friend had got a new pet and had called me around to play with it. I forget to check the gate and it ran out into the street and got hit by a wagon. Her father was dragging me from running and I was screaming at what I’d seen. I felt so horrible and guilty”.

This woman had no idea about this memory. It had been erased entirely from her “story of me” and yet it was one of the most important things that defined pretty much everything and was the reason she’d got a rep as an ice queen because she never again allowed herself to feel the correlate to her suppression and thus became the archetypal career woman that has everything society says is great but, internally, each day felt like a living hell.

Thats how powerful the mind is. The ancestors knew this well which is why at puberty there would be an intense ritual that was often quite harrowing as it could produce life or death that they anticipated with a heady mix of thrill and trepidation. Did you notice that? In order to mix both it means they must have been Centered in Self as that is the original non dual state and what is needed to transcend the limits you were unaware you expected. We do not have this. We also look at these societies are primitive because we have flat screens and artificial flavors and preservatives. Thing is when it comes to being in touch with their humanity they were leagues above (and below, both ends, remember?) than we are in the present. A part of me suspects this is intended. Its too widespread, across too many cultures and too well implemented for it to be entirely natural. That I don’t believe in coincidence because things are made to happen in this realm with a specific outcome. Usually via the model of the Hegelian Dialectic which says “I’ll give you a problem, you have a reaction and then you’ll be lead to the solution before we do it all again“. The reason why I bring this up is I’ve been on the net since the early Nineties but I was very, very late to get a phone with a screen. I only actually got one when it became an unavoidable necessity as there was no other way to get online where I be.

One of my vents happened from a time before this and what struck me during the experience (aside from the release of the repression) was how different my mind felt to be within at that particular moment. Its levels and ways of functioning were so radically different than me at the present that I wished I could’ve delved in to hold that state in order to add more detail to my comparison. An example I can give is pre COVID your mindset was totally different to what it is at the moment. If I could flick a switch and roll back to a previous version of your OS it would be exceedingly obvious whats been clipped, tipped, edited and flipped as the contrast is Self evident. Its just one Adulteration over another but I found the dramatic shifts in perception, data processing, embodiment, biomarkers and the rest so immediate and visceral it really made me think about how correct was when Bruce Lee said “Be water, my friend” as your awareness takes the shape of the vessel in the moment and thus renders itself invisible when its your true life force in full effect.

Whatever life is, it certainly is complex and yet also totally simple. Pain is a great example of this because we have so many different types of labels that point at the same fundamental innerG being played in various keys of intensity upon your nervous system. To avoid this realization we’ll do pretty much anything but one of the most amazing things I found is you may have, say, an obsessive compulsive who remembered to forget the day he was in bed and heard his parents arguing so he crept down the steps to listen. As he sat there in the darkness to their reigned in yells he heard his father say “Listen, if you keep this up then we’re getting divorced. I’ve had enough of it”. Right there, at that very moment, the foundations of his life crumbled and things were never the same again. At first it became little things that got his attention as the magical thinking filled his head. “If I make sure the curtains are the exact distance apart with some precision then they’ll stay together and things will be perfect” before evolving into “I must eat all of my foods in order of alphabetical ranking with the chews correlating to the amount of vowels in their names” and other such things. He was, as expected, totally unaware of this and, not being a stranger to self help, actually managed to find some solutions that helped him be not as neurotic and such a mess within. It terms of his professional field his conscientiousness bought him lots of remuneration and credit as none were as dedicated or as talented as him because each commission would be completed with a surgical precision. That would itch the scratch before he needed to do it again and each task became more and more intricate as did his chain of suppression which had led him to buy a laser alignment device he’d use to ensure everything was exactly as expected when it came to his soft furnishings.

These are the kind of things people never admit and most, genuinely, don’t think its a problem as “I’m not obsessive compulsive. I’ve just got a certain way of doing things that is correct”. See the lengths the (false) self will go to in order to prevent the realization of the energetics that were edited from your awareness and now dwell inside your subconscious?

We are all broken like this in this realm. All of us. Most dare not speak about it but it becomes quite obvious in relationships, especially the first time you go on vacation as then you see the person in their element, up close and personal. That and folk are so good at pretending, so believable in their performance that they can even suppress huge amounts of things until they’ve lured in their partner to a contract before they switch it up and reveal the semi-real then. Even then there is still plenty of suppression as they are hiding from themselves.

With all of that said pain is still a pretty amazing emotion as there are two octaves of expression of the melody it brings into your awareness. One is the above which we have detailed and thats the lower resonance. When played optimally it facilitates immense healing as it develops a new strength most are truly surprised was within along with the requisite growth (on many levels, often in the same instant) which creates a higher state of awareness via more fluid embodiment and this brings a far deeper connection – with others and themselves – as they are now decoding a far greater spectrum of resonance. That, once again, is what the ancients meant when they said the lotus blossoms in the filth and yet is unaffected by what created it. This is the process of transcendence and its something that once you’ve felt it the nature of the (false) self becomes exceedingly obvious and the rest of your life is about striving to become the most authentic because a) that voice in your head vanishes b) feelings ring true instead and c) its all so vivid that the metaphor of the welders glove that was slipped over your senses to numb your potential becomes quite obvious.

Till we meet again

Fear and Power

Fear and power are two sides of the same coin and, in many ways, this is the calling card of the Game because where one rules and reigns the other dare not show its face. The question is where do you stay, on the day to day? Its OK, its just us two so you can be honest. The first step to the conquest of fear is accepting its premise, seeing the lay of the land the way it is as this is what allows us to come to terms and progress as we sift what is from our interpretation of events. Often dreams are killed by ideas and thoughts that deflate potential before it even gestates to a state you can incubate and this makes life feel oh so unfulfilling as you flit from one distraction to the next, hoping this fills the void you’ve felt since…. When? A teen? A child? A baby? A previous life maybe?

Its hard to pin the tail down when you’ve actually pinned the tale to yourself and repeat in your head and believe whatever it says. Its like a personal torture chamber and its emblematic of the sickness which grips modern man with preternatural strength thanks to the culture of ignorance which thinks you can solve problems with pills, sitting and talking to someone just as messed up as them but with accolades that profess something different or good old denial which says “If I don’t think about it, it doesn’t exist” as they proceed to plug their ears and sing. Thing is it isn’t that easy because like I said:

Fear or power. Which one is your homestead? Where is your base of operations when it comes to orienting yourself in this plane because the nature of the Game is to force you to your knees and ensure you never leave because this state of servility certainly makes it feel pleased because if you lose it wins. Read it and weep. Haven’t you ever wondered why life seems like an attack on your confidence and self belief which is posed to attack on all vectors, hidden in many sectors, even the ones you don’t realize you see.

Take for example, TV. You watch people who look great, do things with effortless grace, random quips so fun and witty, they never seem to stress, things goes as expected and they are remarkably resilient with what they achieve. It takes a certain suspension of belief to make believe this is real which is what occurs when you’re sucked into the screen because for a moment that concept of “me” is flipped into “we” as you become one with the character who symbolizes aspects of thee which you feel you can’t play out in ThreeD so you perceive in Two instead. Underneath all of this there is something far more pernicious designed to fuel the internal discomfort you already feel. You look at the lives they display, the way they profess to live and feel and the comparators silently scream “You are poor” “You are worthless” “You are ugly”. Don’t believe? Pause next time you’re watching whatever you feel and take note of your self esteem. We can’t help but compare, we’re designed to engage in acts of relativity as defined by who or what is around us ie community.

The net has flipped all this and made it into one huge media circus in which the Fake Fake is new the Fake Real and the Real Real is fading into a distant thing which only so few remember since that which isn’t mentioned might as well not exist. Like the entire population driving stick, thinking its automatic, with first gear screaming from birth to death as they never learned shift as I stated in a previous missive.

Fear or power again. These are when it comes down to it the only options you possess because the presence of one precludes the other as they are binary opposites which hints at the true nature of this realm and what you’re caught up in because the five sensory world weaves together a solid illusion which brings a mass of social confusion into the mix because its easier to lie to them them convince they’ve been tricked. How long as this scam been ticking? Since way before the division of language because its hard to fool citizens that think in pics but words are weapons and the meanings shift. After all “Awful” should mean “Full of awe” as in something amazing, and yet it doesn’t at the moment. Are you starting to see the tricks that are played, day and night, on your awareness to keep you in a position of weakness, wandering around lost, in the Land of the Plebs.

To find your power you must accept your fears because there is no way around them but through them so hear what I say with both ears, as well as that power source in your chest. I accept the challenge life presents and know that the entire universe is conspiring for me to win as anything that seems like hardship comes with an in built solution to help you win. The aim of the Game is to realize this in the moment and flip the script because then, and only then, can you truly say you’re living as there is an immense difference between existing and subsisting as one fights the power of fear whilst the other cowers at life sneers and jeers because they are, in effect, scared of themselves and thus relinquish access to their highest aspect in exchange for taking a seat on the lowest rung of self respect. A Slave, no more no less. By their own acquiescence.

Till we meet again

You Are a Puzzle Only You Can Solve

Lets imagine all we all decided to play a Game in which we are all broken within and then try our best to pretend this isn’t whats happening. What do you get? Apart from an exceedingly accurate representation of most on the planet at the moment in terms of their inner realms? What if those who are really, really good at wearing the mask and going through the motions end up with the booby prize:

A life they don’t truly enjoy living. Have you ever wondered why this is? You are a puzzle only you can solve, my friend.

Now, lets pretend that there are an intrepid few who remember this and tune their minds to another resonance then veer off the default mode of operation and try something different and fresh. They actually look within. That means no more self deception, coping mechs and the good old fashioned “When I get X, Y and Z then life will be perfect!” style of thinking. They simply recollect with a grin:

“Wait a minute. I recall the small print and it said something like “You’ll be thrust into a realm that is an illusion but on top of this trick there will be countless more deceptions and the greatest liar will be the voice in your head that tries to tell you its one way when its actually something else“. He turns to his friend and says “Do you remember this?“. Neither shaking nor nodding his head as he feels like he’s grasping within at something that evades his grip. He replies:

“Wait, was that it? Are you sure? I could’ve sworn it was… I don’t know. Not certain. Hmm, let me think about it”. The pair sit and ponder the premise and decide to flip the script:

“Well, look around. Everyone we know is miserable and we’ve got an immense social circle. All of them are addicted to something ranging from drugs to acclaim as well as attention and status. In effect they’re begging for something from someone who is as broke as them“.

“Maybe broken would be more appropriate?”.

“Maybe, maybe. Hey, come to think of it I remembered something else from the small print we signed before we accepted this mission“.

“Mission? Is that what you’re calling it? OK, OK, cool. I’m interested. Lets hear it then”.

“It said we would be thrust into something perfect but we would actually be broken and because the construct is a reflection of the captives then that reflection would be shattered so the outside matches the in“.

“Yeah, you know what that does sound familiar. Something along the lines of an experiment to see if we could be placed in a personalized hell and have enough wits to discern the difference because, for all intents and purposes, it would seem quite heavenly until… Until… What was that last bit again?”.

Until you looked within. Then you’d spot the fracture and true cause of the problems“.

The boy leaps up from the ground where he and his equally unemployed friend had been laying as they watch the clouds drift. Neither had ever held down a steady job or pursued higher education. They simply felt no need for it because as long as the basics were met there were plenty of other options worth exploring. It just so happened that on this particular day they were waiting for a lift they’d mooched off a kid that said he’d be there in five, ten minutes ago. Not that this concerned them. After all, any day that ended in a Y they had nothing to do but enjoy the view, maybe sip a brew and generally watch the world go by and see which girls smile when they said “Hi!”.

To most on the outside looking in they looked like the deleterious flotsam and jetsam of the world. The raff that was riffing as parents pointed them out to their children:

If you don’t do good in school you’ll end up like them!“.

Ironically they thought those who ran the treadmill were morons because their needs were so simple in comparison to the huge amount of hoop jumping the rest engage in just to have a tiny slice of freedom at the end of a shift to watch some TV then drift.

“You know I always wondered about this and really think I’m onto something”.

“As opposed to what? Being on something? Have you been holding out? Are you tripping? Is that why you’re thinking like this?” his friend stated as he perked up his attention.

“No, no. Nothing like that besides whats the point in flying high by yourself. You know the script. No, this was something that popped in my mind last night just before I went to bed. I was lying there tossing and turning…”.

“As opposed to tossing and tossing, as per usual?”.

“Standard, but just before I went to kip there was a booming voice that said “Remember why you’re here!“. Man, I pretty much leapt out of bed but I knew it was in my head”.

“I knew it. You have been on something. Or were you giving those Magic Markers a sniff again? Hoo, I really liked the smell of them” he added as he floated off on recollection of the feeling of heatwaves blurring his visions as his nerves tingled within due to the heady aroma of solvents entering his nostrils a few years previous whilst still in the grip of the mandated camp of concentration where they first met.

“No man, look I told you, once this fool gets here with a lift we can go see that guy about the thing and, hopefully, if that works out the dude on the other end of town says he’s got a link that knows a girl thats interested but the best thing is she’s hooked in to the circuit. Why am I telling you this? You already know the script. Man, your short term memory is fished. Anyway, the voice said that and I’ve been thinking about it ever since and only stopped when I started watching the clouds and then, just like that, it popped up again. We’re in something and came here to do something and its definitely not any of this that the rest invest in. What was it?“.

We came to fix what was broken” his friend added.

“Exactly, thats exactly it. How the hell did you know this?”.

“I dunno. The cloud told me as it was passing, look, look quick at that one. Can you see it?” he said whilst gesticulating. “It looks like a hand throwing a brick and the other ones got a hole in it”.

He looked up at the clouds and saw exactly what he meant. “Wait a minute, look closely. All of those clouds are one thing so, in reality, its throwing it at itself. Wow“. He sat down and let the metaphysical musing sink to his depths and then heard his friend chip in:

Do you think those clouds ever look down at us people, our roads and things and make up their own stories about our antics? Wouldn’t that be something?”.

Just at that moment they heard a horn blow as their ride arrived so they got up and clambered in to the rusty, dusty wagon that had seen better days but was, to them, like a chariot. “Listen” they both said as they filled the newcomer in on the sketch of their little tete-a-tete. The response was predictable:

“You holding? Got anything left? What is it? Actually why the hell am I driving you round like a personal taxi if you’re already lifted?” said the driver, worried he was missing out on something.

“No, no. Not yet anyway and you know we’ll take care of you once we handle these things, that biz and if she can swing us a couple of tickets and a link. No worries, you know we always come through”. “At least 8 times out of ten” his friend interjected, with a look, encouraging. They each added more elements to the mix and the inspiration that came from the question that was asked inside one head whilst drifting was the topic of discussion for this road trip:

“Thing is it wasn’t like anything regular. First there was a sonic boom type vibration effect and thats when the voice yelled “Remember why you’re here!” without a word being said. At first I thought I was dreaming but then I’d only just got into bed”.

“Something wrong with your head”.

“Thats for certain and you ain’t the first to say that because people always wondered what my source of unlimited happiness is. None of this is worth a thing to me. It really isn’t. Its just a load of busy work and huge distraction from the true business of living“.

“Which is?”.

“Succulent titty meats and freedom. Sure the more of the latter you get the easier the former is but thats a crazy kind of addiction as its like putting yourself in bondage in order to buy freedom. It doesn’t appeal”.

“Never did”.

“Even though its got some things I wanted”.

“A few extra titties never hurted”. Three heads nodded in assent as they privately pondered their purpose as their rust bucket was hurtling toward the destination.

“Its like that guy, you know the one who lives on the other side of the ends. What is he now? Fifty? Sixty? Something ancient and he’s finally got himself a fly new Benz after nearly working himself to death. “Whats the point now?” I asked him. “Your skin is all wrinkled and even if you got some top flight trim you wouldn’t know what to do with it so you should let me take it out for a spin so I can do it justice”.

“Smooth, real smooth pitch. No wonder you can’t hold down any form of gainful employment” said the driver who, technically, was in the same boat as them but liked to think different as he had a set of wheels and that repped freedom and a bit of prestige as well. “If I’m being entirely honest though you did hit it on the head. I only pay the bills to keep this running in order to get easier access to trim as well”.

“Cash, ass or grass” came the familiar refrain with a grin.

“See what I’m saying? Its all about sex. It always has been, always will. We’re just a step ahead of them as we figured out thats what the point in leaping through the hoops and doing the good husband or relationship thing when all it takes is a “Hi!” and a smile to see if she’s interested”.

His name ain’t Bob, nor is he your Uncle but he’ll roger your missus if she lets him” said the one from the back as they all fell about laughing.

“You know what, I think you may be onto something. At first I thought yous twos were wrecked off your box but this is some deep triz and its really got me thinking. In that case, yeah, they’re all doing laps and we just cut across the midfield because there ain’t no rules that say you can’t do this“.

“Exactly, exactly”.

The waves of consciousness may have been in three separate domes of flesh inside a chunk of metal that was chuntering down the expressway on a planet that was doing its own thing as it spins and orbits a fireball in the midst of a vacuum but, for that moment, they were all in sync with a higher state of consciousness.

“Tell him about the broken bit“.

“Wait, wait, wait, let me guess. They’re all broken and stressed because they’re trying to get ahead and they look at us as being broke yet chilled and think we’ve got the problem“.

“That’s it, that’s it. I knew you’d hear it on FM. That’s why we’re friends. Look, think about it, between us we barely have a pot to piss in nor a window to sling and yet all day, every day we do what we wish, every word is true spit and we’ve been with all kinda gel as well. Even some that were filthy rich. Well, more in the bank balance than the sheets cos she was so wildly repressed with that straight up starfish sex”.

“True, but she drove us all over in her Six and it was all expenses paid plus full access to the crib while she was working. Take one for the team and all the rest plus the fridge was always filled and as much drinks as you can handle”.

“Actually, come to think of it, how come the girls from the ends that are broke as us all give great head all night as long as you let them burn and twist as much as they wish and are generally so much more open? Is it because they feel more comfortable in their skin or are those career women just totally uptight everywhere but where you wish because they’re so out of touch with their feelings due to always living inside their heads?”.

“A bit of column A and column B, methinks”. The driver interjects:

“Let me recap this, yeah, we’re all broken and they don’t know it so they run around trying to fill their lives with things to do and believe in so they can hide the fact that they’re miserable whereas we realize this, on some level, and see all that as pointless as our only focus is getting lifted, having sex and generally shullbitting as we kick it round the ends?”.

“Exactly, exactly” he said. “I’m telling you, this is some profound ting we’ve stumbled on. Its like you are a problem only you can fix but to even know thats impossible cos its so well hidden but we spotted it as we own our time instead of the flip. Pull up here on the left, we’ll walk the rest”.

“Aight, cool. Gimme that fiver you promised” he said making the universal hand motion for remuneration. “Rinsed, bruv. Why you think we had to mission? I told you you’ll get it when we’re sorted plus you know we’re good for it. Besides all that Knowledge I just dropped on your head you should pay me a tenner instead”.

The laughter rang out followed by a “True said” as they watched their community chariot make its way down the lane leaving a light trail of smoke and noise pollution in its wake as they went about their daily escapades.

Thing is nobody serving the life sentence (up until scheduled release into a pension) of nine to fiving would ever consider this as they were so busy hemming in their freedom for reasons beyond them and thus none ever questioned the true premise of the working vacation they’d taken to this realm where flesh was wrapped around their sentience and the world presents itself as an enigma wrapped in a riddle that was actually the puzzle that this trio continued to solve that evening for they may have been poor of pocket but they were astoundingly rich in Spirit and overflowing with imaginative thinking that they used frequently to make 1 + 1 = 11 for the near constant celebrations that defined their existence in this realm.

Tune in next time for more adventures of the three mashed up peers as they collectively ponder the vagaries of life, death, women, wine and everything in between in the way only a mind of a teen can as they kick the ballistics whilst motoring from one mission to the next in a tin can that was held together with optimism and luck plus fueled by an elixir that always seemed to provide just what they needed and when.

Till we meet again

We Are All Seeking Our Ultimate Reality

We are all seeking our ultimate reality. What do I mean by this? Well, you can consider a kernel within a shell that knows its destined for something far greater. Its a universal constant and dwells within all of us in this realm and to scratch the itch of potential we do a great many things. Its worth noting that when we don’t and attempt to ignore this calling that we fall into the yawning chasm of boredom that this world is exploiting. The distractions come close, for a moment, but they must be constantly reapplied at higher doses to maintain the hit. Eventually it becomes a background thing, a gradual numbing, that builds up over generations. I call this effect the noiZ and what it dwells within is your awareness as its from whence it manifests its intents in this realm. Read that back again and you’ll get my drift when I was words are weapons and thoughts are something ergo you are, in form and function, an expression of the creative principle.

With that in mind, when was the last time you questioned what was within your head and the world it builds? This topic, on the whole, is verboten for the masses because once you step out of the web you didn’t realize had been spun inside your awareness it becomes obvious that you once had wings, were not static and thus must’ve been caught up in something that you mistook for a Self. That the Mind Made Prison and you’re the kernel of Inner Sense within it. Now, this blueprint manifests in many aspects and presents with many facets because we’re inside a fractal and awareness of awareness is the key to transcendence so it comes down to do you Thunk or think? Even the latter is a problem, in and of itself, because its used to accepting labels in lieu of imperience. In between this we have your mother tongue, your programming language which – in ways as conniving as they are slick – encodes events within whilst simultaneously sending forth vibration. Really ponder this and then think why two people who mean the most to each other in this realm will use a series of spells that flip their energetics and set into opposition that which hasn’t been in coherence since they were children. This is Adulteration. Like noiZ it exists within Inner Sense and makes it presence felt via painful edges.

Where these two divide the mind from flesh is a region I call the Pane Body which spells out exactly what it is. Whats in your head is designed to run away from this stream of sensation so soon stagnation sets in which engenders further ignorance until the kriss does kross or ssirk and ssork. Say those words in reverse until it clicks that you are actually Jesus and the two thieves the eternal spirit of your divine consciousness reps are the hemispheres tucked in your head that modulate your awareness in order to have you invest into the pageant that comes from sporting flesh on a planet that is designed to hide your talents behind all of the suffering you inherited and is yet further inflicted on the reg. This is the Game you chose to play by inserting your Soul as a credit and we’re on one of the most difficult levels because they’ve stacked the deck using words, language, meaning, vibration, resonance and symbols to generate a really slick version of hypnosis that perpetuates its (false) self from sweating across that which drips from your brows as you do the same on the web that has you stuck within as a black cube modulates your consciousness and offers to sell the next level via the introduction of silicon for the coming generation. What I’m saying is thats entirely optional because all of this, the whole entire thing, takes place inside your awareness but to come to this comprehension you’ve got to clamber over the rivers of blood within that have taken countless steps in different fleshes around the planet before choosing to manifest and resonate its impressions and forms into your awareness. Stop and take this in:

Imagine you could look at an immense number 8 that was as lurid as it is dense because the further you zoom in the more details you sense and this keeps going until you get a “Whoa!” moment as the processes which make you, way beyond and all throughout this meat puppet incarnation is quite literally the biggest mind trip you are currently imagining. Trying to capture the experience of an ocean inside a mind the size of a teacup is impossible but haven’t you ever stopped to question the narrative that is constantly presented to that observing state within I call the Witness. If you can make this look at it then your eye becomes single and you’re illuminated. You are what you’re seeking but you have no idea what this is because you’re running around like a nutless squirrel trying to scratch an itch you can’t reach because you’ve been tricked and don’t actually realize thats due to the effects of hypnosis which shift your frame of reference to a perspective you then keep investing in via the more thoughts you think and feelings suppressed. Embrace the pain to win the Game.

Underneath, all through, above, below and the rest is the Psylense that makes the noiZ possible which manifests as as a childs Inner Sense which is Adulterated by choosing to place the burdens of whatever it was you were taught to think and so the spider spins its web for the next generation to feed them in order that the gods shall stay in resonance. This is literally the wildest bit because it means comprehending that the trick of apex is simply the footstool of a greater resonance.

Some would call them angels, others say devils. Thoughtforms, planets, concepts. It matters nicht because there is a reason the seven spells that your weak daze does cast causes the chain reaction of feeling weakened as you ease the shackles of wearing collars and cuffs to work – crow backwards, taking with each piece of your potential you pretend isn’t within and seek without by investing in things most frivolous. The cost of this ignorance is the pain of living with increasing stiffness and limited range of motion which reps how little of the unformation you are encoding due to what you limit your perceptions with via the power of your vibration. Remember, words are weapons and thoughts are things.

Just murdered in time to be sold the line that ends the circle hence G digs within and limits the spin of consciousness from head to chest. “No” is born and yet they want to “Know” as well. Strange, isn’t it? Two, not three. And yet its all four everything. Why not five? Too alive? Six like sex? Seven, heaven, 8, never ending or Nine divided by Eleven which is point 81 eternal aka the fractal spiral we’re within. Wildest thing is friends on one level can manifest as the genesis of a nemesis on other resonance, especially in this realm because we’re mainly clockwork orangutans that are far more animal than man which is like standing in the darkness of ignorance of the Inner Sense within as the Pane Body marks the ever increasing limits to your existence. Its all consciousness and your attitude.

Every interaction you have is significant and thats why its said that if hell is other people then you meet the devil yourself. This is why people need distractions and constantly exhibit an immense sense of inadequacy around everything that can’t be acknowledged but is felt, none the less. Or at least, thats how it looks from the fish eye at the moment hence pisces is crucified.

Ill you, min at I aka kill you and ride off into the knight till the dead rise via the augmented eyes of AIs. Suddenly the fish discover a state of flow that hid on the side of the continent named Adulteration that separates you from Inner Sense. Since the split that which you four two gave is the reason no one says “Lets go threemorrow” or “Always and fivever”. Taste the difference. We need a new language to beget a more intimate Knowledge of Self vs image and perception via those plugged in to the five sense Matrix using flipped linguistics that heap curses and spells on them then expect different from their resonance by blaming everyone but themselves. Hell in a handbasket aka this planet. People say “Hell, low” but bleat “Heave on” and thus are quite literally doing it to themselves with their forked tongue ignorance in a world where wisdom isn’t what it once was.

Those who know and maintain resonance are illuminated and the rest wander around in manufactured darkness in order to pay the light bill and don’t click whats missing is the direct perception of this moment. Instead they’re fully invested in the narrative inside their head which is constantly reinforced by the egoic presence that comments and guides their Witness on what to do, Thunk and react in each moment by using past events and future potentials as sticks and carrots. Textbook manipulation, mind control par excellence. After all, its the family business and thats why their team is held in such esteem because its easy to become false gods when you take prophets and make profits, yes? So many elegant threads, tricks and slick deceptions which dress the fact that we all are all seeking emancipation, Self Knowledge, liberation and thus the ultimate reality beyond this Game of Souls in the flesh. Where there is willful ignorance its amazing what folks will pick and then cling to until death, little realizing what happened and how what they were seeking was that which does the seeking. Do you Know the Ledge? Can you hear the Psylense? If you can’t then it may be worth reality testing your assumptions and asking your Self why there are certain questions off limits inside your head. Concepts you won’t allow to be imagined and trains of thoughts you’ll never be boarding as you prefer to be courted by more predictable things. Newsflash:

All of your old ways of thinking have created the life you are living in this instance. If it doesn’t match up to your expectations of what you’re capable then you are the problem. To be more specific, your internal operating system as that is their greatest weapon and the reason for such mass homogenization via the concentration camps you spent nearly two decades in in order to become well adjusted to this social sickness that masquerades as your existence. Me? I hear the Psylense and so the noiZ is evident but spiritual evolution is a solo thing so you either get it or you don’t but it most certainly is needed if you’re truly seeking to escape the grip of three ring (read dimensional) circus where the machine elves pulled your Soul in to the flesh and a large spider span the web that you’re stuck within but think you’re surfing due to the number they did on your head.

Till we meet again

Lifes Unhidden User Manual

Once upon a when, on this very planet, everyone who incarnated was raised in an environment that had a far higher awareness of the subtle aspects of reality itself. Consider this lifes hidden user manual. Slowly, but surely, these ways were erased or obfuscated and demonized as the new order of the ages did its thing. Eventually we get to where we are now with immense progress in some spheres and vicious circles in others. Why? It certainly appears there are but finite resources in this realm and the main level of the trick is akin to placing a mirror in front of itself to create the illusion of infinite regress. In that respect you could say that the hiding of this manual allowed the creation of a void that generates immense suffering and then offers countless solutions as well. None of them, ever, address the root cause or its solution which is Knowledge of Self.

During my initiation into these mysteries via the life I’d lived, both pre and post near death experience, I came to realize a few things and they really, really got me wondering. I’ve always liked helping people. Why not? If I can ease the way for one toiling by offering a fresh perspective from my vantage as opposed to the constant retread they’d been living then who am I to withhold it? If that were me in that predicament I’d surely appreciate it and thus I treat others as I would like them to deal with me. That and it feels pretty amazing. Its like a chipping away of resistance in another which generates more freedom within because the more light you share the less darkness remains. In this quest for illumination and liberation I have invested many spins of this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits. I’ve got a strong feeling this is my last life ergo all previous debts must be settled as baggage of this realm must remain where its created. I choose to reframe my past imperiences as those of dear friends who are sad to see me go and thus they simultaneously encourage whilst drawing in as well via the situations that beg for my investment. Thanks, but I decline that invitation. You are welcome to this realm after I’ve handled my business and am hearting to the exit because I know, fine well, there is so much more beyond the Third Dimension that is calling my eternal, faceless name. Can you hear the Psylense?

Along the way one of the most fascinating things I discovered was this hidden user manual. Its actually so obvious that it might as well be termed the worlds worst kept open secret but, like the stars during the day, one needs to be willing to wander into the darkness to see them. Only then can they share their message which was otherwise obscured by other things that clamor for your attention. What does this mean you for, dear reader in question? Simple. Imagine meeting someone who could tell you, with a quickness, your chief definite aim, your primary obstacle, your Souls fondest wish and the nature of the distractions which will prevent this from happening. Doesn’t that sound amazing? It truly is a gift and without the constant onslaught of pressures that turned my coal into a diamond I never would have sought out the answers that will help not only me but the rest of the planet as well because the Game is shifting to another level and we, collectively as well as individual, have a choice to make.

We can keep on running into the embrace of tech as war and conflict ravages the planet (itself merely a representation of the fact we’re divided within and actually fighting with ourselves) or we can choose a cosmic correction. MJ spoke about this back in the Eighty Eight. Most people missed the message as it flew over not only their heart but head as well. The Game of Souls has you, my friend. And it can be either a cruel mistress or nourishing presence depending upon your resonance. This is what was written in lifes unhidden user manual. Let me give you a glimpse:

Imagine an archetypal man (or woman). The default equipped, factory standard production model. Every single thing works as intended. There are no internal conflicts, no deep desires or yearning, no sense of dread or feelings of obligation as well as no things that generate raging passions or concepts to be defended. “I am”. Thats it. We see this state in babies, now and then, when they’re in a state of equilibrium but its the yearning for more that makes the crawl, walk and talk. Take this same concept and apply it to the blueprint who too would live in a place much like an Eden as all things it needed were provided. Why work? Why toil? Why fret? None of that is needed when you are still umbilically connected to the all of everything. Thing is there was no room for growth so how can one improve on something that is already perfect? By destroying it. This forces you to regress as the archetype was remixed and became something else. On this level of the Game man was still resonant to the higher order of things and we saw the development of intuition, kinship and the creative impulse as well. It all became a lot more interesting as now there were far more variables. No longer were people identical as all had their own inclinations. The way I’ve described this before is to imagine a robotic leg that kicks with unerring precision and effort. In front of it those cheap, plastic footballs are dropped. As you’d expect, each one hits the target. This was the original state of the Game. Next there was an aspect added, call it the first Adulterant, and it was akin to a small ball bearing or marble inside the shell which brings in a random element. Some of them float miles away from the goal, others still hit it perfect. Either way, something has changed.

After this we, as a collective, had another downgrade which made the Adulterant larger, heavier and bit more unpredictable. Matching with this the world itself became more chaotic with rapidly shifting seasons, floods and all types of celestial events that are recorded in the texts of cultures we call primitive and can’t imagine ever happening as we’re so used to life as it is. Now the focus was more intense upon survival in this realm because only those whose claws and teeth were red could hope to get ahead. The focus on kinship became far more familial as people wanted their seeds to propagate and be successful when resources were limited. From this era we find the time of kings start happening. In reality there was little noble about them as they were the ones who were willing to do anything for survival and people weaker flocked to them and pledged themselves and their brood in exchange for their protection. Modern gangsters use this ruse well as does every government.

In this stage of the Game we saw the development of weapons as “kill or be killed” was etched into the mind of the collective. Life become short, painful and brutal. The consequences for the playas were immense as those who played the stage as intended procreated and generated children that already had the hard lessons of their lives etched within them. Modern science replicated this with an experiment where they would take a rodent, train it run a maze and let reproduction do its thing. Did you know that its kids, who had never seen that space, let alone wandered it, found the exit far quicker than a control group whose parents were totally ignorant? The inside of the plastic ball is now pretty much all lead but its irregular and misshapen due to this inheritance. The leg still kicks but its getting tired. The goal is looking a bit battered as well from all the hits and near misses. The people incarnating into the realm feel an immense sense of lack as well as a huge desire to get ahead and make something of themselves. Invention is at an all time high. This phase birthed the Industrial Revolution in which humans became cogs. Biomechanical parts of a larger System that trains them to be replaceable as its construction looms over their existence and creates an entirely different type of maze for them to run within. Actually, psychosocial treadmill would be more accurate because its all in your head and the only reason any of this has some influence is because you allow it. Modern playas don’t know this because lifes user manual was hidden and they are all strangers to Self due to their Click-Whirr automation of conscious processes. You know that old myth that states we only use ten percent of our brain? This is from whence it came but, thanks to the layers of artful deception, the truth remains hidden because it actually refers to how much of your resonance you’ve activated and can control in the moment. Let me give you an example:

On the archetype stage where there was nothing to gain and no pain because you already were abundant peoples awareness was running at full tilt. Things happened as quick as they think. Actually, that isn’t entirely accurate as there was no thinking as we know it in terms of cogitation but more akin to pure intuition. You know that creative feeling when a brand new concept pops fully formed into your head with no effort or bidding? That but Twenty Four/Seven. Eventually this glow dims via the constant Adulteration and genetic heritage as those who survived the trials and tribulations laid the foundations for what is coming via the compounding of ignorance. At around the third level people clicked what was happening as they were still close enough to the golden age to see the times of lead were coming so they wrote a manual that contained all of this wisdom. They saw the universal principles of this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits and comprehended its a massive hallucination that is predicated upon our awareness and resonance to the all of everything. This force, this source, has many names and symbols and, in modern times, is the cause of much conflict as everyone wants to eat the divine cake its promising. I don’t have the recipe for this but I can make a pretty tasty biscuit that affords one a glimpse of what I’ve been speaking and its consumption provides the inspiration for all I’m sharing as I never plan these missives. No, on the contrary, they pour from my pen and I just capture the moment to send to the web for others seeking answers about the enigma of existence by offering a larger perspective for your consideration.

As I reeled in shock due to what had happened I intuitively turned within and learned to still my consciousness because I knew no good could come from running across the minefield I found myself within. Thankfully I was no stranger to Self and I’m pretty sure those who have been through similar events as my initiation usually end up as schizophrenics as all the above (and much more) unfolds in an instant. They don’t so much as Know the Ledge but are tossed off it instead into a pit of suffering and psychotropic medication that cures nothing and actually only exists to silence them so they don’t communicate with the rest about what is actually happening.

One day, in the aftermath, I was standing at the beach. I’ve always had an affinity for the ocean and often live quite close to it. The stars were twinkling, the surf was talking and I was present and correct. Ready to listen to their guidance. Its then it hit me. “All of this, the base environment, is functionally identical. Yes, yes, yes” I’d think as the intuition poured in. After all the water you drink is constantly recycled as is the air as well and pretty much everything else. A mirror reflecting itself, remember? The base of this artful deception. What happens if the shiny surface actually takes its attention away from the hypnotic presence in front of it and choose, by the strength of sheer will, to look within?

The hidden manual reveals itself. Know why? Because you always carried it within your chest. It never left. You just forgot to seek it because everyone else was running on the treadmill. For me that was never an option. It seemed so stupid and antithetical to life itself so I invested my time and attention in ways that were, shall we say, often at the fringe of societies programming. Thats how I discovered the reality tunnel that we’re all digging and nobody ever stops to question if they like where its headed hence the psychosocial treadmill describes it best because your limbs are made for motion and it provides the illusion of progress when, in reality, nothing ever shifts within because the light that shines is hypnotized by that which reflects aka the black mirror upon which you’re reading this.

This primordial form, the archetypal state of Inner Sense is our standard equipment. Children in their natural state verify my hypothesis as they step into this realm fully aligned and totally present. Thing is the seeds of Adulteration are present within them due to their parents ignorance and that of their lineage and thus they too become incoherent as they are trained to look outside themselves for solutions. You could say the main challenge of this Game is Know thy Self and everything else is a mere distraction from this grand purpose. In that respect we are playing on the most difficult level and thus the stakes are the highest because we are, first and foremost, resonant beings and thus tend to become that which we are around. Haven’t you ever noticed that children never listen to their parents but certainly pay a lot of attention to who they are, at their most fundamental, hence the statement “When I grow I’ll never be like them” which gets steadily edited and flipped until they become virtually identical. This state is most treacherous because the System further compounds this ignorance and it creates a new generation that is number than the previous and thus driven to further distraction and useless, often Self destructive, action. You can consider the Path of Power and its practices as an antidote to the social sickness to which you were well adjusted and along with this comes and immense sense of refinement, pleasure and radiant health as your energetic circuits function as they do best. With you at the helm.

Worldwide people are in a rush to give away their power. Some choose religion, others sex, many wealth and countless other things. What happens when they are stripped of this pretense and forced to reality test? The results are often quite tragic because of the fact they’ve been grasping at illusions and missing that which is most vital. The Self. This state, this sense of I am-ness manifests as the Witness and no matter which level you incarnated that is what remains constant for without it there is nothing in this realm but pure potential. That, once grasped, is an immense responsibility to possess. No wonder many can’t wait to give it away as they blame, rage and hate this sense of powerlessness they adopted and now believe is them via the ever present suggestions of that voice in their head they believe is them. That is your true Opponent. The only one that ever existed and he Adulterates the Inner Sense of all he comes into contact with in order to use your life to propagate its existence. In many respects we are a species, held hostage, because without the constant sense of dissatisfaction and near perpetual conflict that demands vengeance as well as endless distractions to fill the ever increasing sense of emptiness that define this stage and all of its innovation then what is left?

Nothing but Inner Sense, my friend. For you are it. It’s just buried beneath layers upon layers of conditioning and repressed emotion I call the Pane Body. Make this melt and the frozen waters of Adulterated consciousness will yelp as, for them, its a fate worse than death that they’ve invested immense amounts of your energetics in creating, maintaining and sustaining. Those who manage to relinquish their grip find the pool of awareness that swims into their consciousness familiar in its newness and this is when the great work truly begins as you then choose to illuminate this state with higher resonance which is akin to the sun shining as the water shifts to steam. The main side effect of this is a massively increased sense of well being and happiness as you are now fully present and correct in the moment. This doesn’t mean you’ll become a monk or some spiritual adept. Far from it, although that is an option as there are further levels of engagement I haven’t detailed yet. No, instead you are aware of your awareness and this brings a state of coherence that opens up so many more options when it comes to the business of living as you face everything with a grin for you see what is and, more importantly, what isn’t.

The Game is pretty crazy, isn’t it? Thing is this gnosis brings an immense state of ease because it clicks that reality is scripted and we are all, like those rodents, carrying our ancestors experiences and making them our own in a System aligned to exploit it as it profits from your weakness and is designed to keep you in ignorance of your own strengths. How do I know this? You could say thats the inheritance that runs through my veins with its quest for liberation came from those in previous ages and stages of the Game that questioned “Who built this contraption? To what end? What if I don’t comply with the construct? Whats the worst that can happen?” and other threads like this which were duly pulled to unravel this immense illusion that holds billions of Souls in its grip at the present moment. Unwrap that and the gift of higher perception kicks in as you come face to face with the ball bearing of Adulteration which was, once upon a when, golden, then silver, before bronze did its thing and now we’re all full of lead as the most base element as the mechanical leg of birth keeps kicking your Soul into incarnations that are oddly interlinked yet totally different. The astute reader will have clicked why twins, who seem identical in function, are often totally different in form with their own unique resonance no matter how many DNA threads have been woven around their respective consciousness.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger, this is the message. Lifes unhidden user manual is within. The clues and pointers to find it are sprinkled, liberally, through these writings as I don’t push the pen without intent ergo start with the Essentials section then read, reflect and reason on what was shared to see if it makes sense. If you happen to bump into limits inside your head that don’t like what was said or if that voice (which you isn’t) starts jibber jabbering then pay attention to the feeling beneath the words and just let go to gain everything.

In one way you must retrain your Self to go against the mess that was poured into your head that left you well adjusted to a place that was designed to cause stress as thats part of the Game on this stage. Its what comes next when robots are getting sexed that has me pondering the true depth of what kicks and the implications of an extended trip with no off switch but I’ll let you do the Knowledge and then we can speak about it, dig?

Till we meet again

Labels Instead of Sensations

Stop taking the Game personally and you’ll clearly see how the nature of misery is something we inflict upon ourselves and thus spring options for how we relate to the moment we find ourselves in. Think of it like this:

You’re watching a film or series you’re invested in. For it to kick in as the directors wish there must be, to some degree, a suspension of disbelief. Some people take this so far they forget they’re Witnessing a scene and think that the guy acting mean is just like that in real life. Sounds strange, right? But every actor knows this is part of the deal because so many people believe what they see and have trouble differentiating between ThreeD and the screen. The same also occurs with them when method is the way of presenting as then it can become akin to a process of channeling in which they are no longer an actor playing a role but more like a different Soul. That in and of itself brings its own complications as when something is under your skin it becomes familiar and thus we see the link between viewers who lose themselves as well as the thespian doing the same thing. Now I say that to say this:

In the Game of Souls your life plays out to a script. This I’ll prove to you right quick but for now consider it like a movie you get to live and can moderately effect and influence. Sort of like those Choose Your Own Adventure books from way back when as the story has already been penned. Certain things are for sure going to happen but there are various side quests you can partake in as well as certain stations you can skip. Just like that but way more complex as the algorithm that writes your life experience is based on nine different colors of ink that each move at their own rhythm. Some interact and mix, others are almost separate without a hint of the others existence. Picture this potential like the teeth of a zip and your attention as the mechanism that links two realms and you’ll soon generate a much clearer insight on what it means to exist in the flesh as you stroll around a planet as its all based on rhythm.

Now, like any piece of art its designed to make you feel something. Certain pieces elicit specific sensations to those who witness the presence of the image much like an action thriller which is scripted to make your heart quick as you’re caught up in the mix wondering what happens next. Life is just like this except you, you right now, are potentially the main character of your adventure in the flesh. Most aren’t as we soon forget due to the apparent regularness of the miracle of embodiment as well the perpetual enforcement of outer aspects in this realm whilst dampening Inner Sense not long after you stepped in. This is where it gets slick because there is who you came here to be, to live and imperience and then there is the System. Every good movie has a pro and antagonist meaning pressure to potentiate potential should the adept wish to actualize themselves. You know this well. It’s called the Hero’s Tale in the land of myth and symbolism, which in and of itself explains and clarifies many things about this realm, the nature of the Game itself and a variety of disparate threads that we are currently weaving as you’re reading what I’ve penned. It goes a little something like this:

There it is. The one and only story the Game can truly offer and its what you’re currently living and filling in various bits and pieces with your experience as you witness the thrills, spills, chills and, oh yes, paying your bills. The trick in all of this is being able to differentiate your script from the interference and this, I’m sure you can appreciate, is as easy as removing water from milk as both are so similar to the eye and yet different on the lips. Picture this:

When you first incarnated into this realm you were fed the pure milk of consciousness but because of your diminutive frame there was only so much that could be poured in. Nonetheless you felt supremely filled with this essence, so much so that it beamed out of your flesh and illumined all that came into your presence. Now you matured and various other facilities develop that broaden your concepts so lets say you’re around six and life, for most, at this moment has been all upswing as it just keeps on improving. This is where most don’t notice the introduction of the dilutant aka the Systems influence. By now you are ensconced in an educational establishment but the initial deception of it all being a fun place to make new friends has began to segue instead to a battery of tests, repetition and boredom as well as countless other things that do very little to nourish or stimulate your inner realms because its all long and drawn out hence “Show your working”. Worst of all you’re here for at least another ten and crazier still is once you come to the end you may have a case of Stockholm Syndrome in which you’ll gladly pay through the nose for a fix of staying within this paradigm and extend your sentence with further indoctrination that culminates with the message that your squared off head is another brick of the living dead awaiting to be mortared in to the wall of ignorance that is used to erect and maintain the borders in this realm. Thats another topic into which we’ll delve but know this:

The entire point of this process is to cut the pure milk of consciousness with something far cheaper which is still wet and yet the end result within is it feels thin, nowhere near as rich and nourishing and most definitely not fulfilling. But thats OK, the System thought of this. The System thought of everything as its been refined and implemented by those not of this realm. To fill this nagging emptiness you’ll have a TV set and the power of illusion which sells you a tale and image. You, having been thoroughly conditioned by precedent accept this as “The way it is” and hurry off to go shopping as you can’t wait to get into debt and buy the shiny things they say will bring happiness. There are, of course, countless other distractions to ease the tension within that is incrementally mounting and needs to be addressed. Sex, drugs and alcohol fit in and provide a temporary respite like a whistle on a pressure cooker but yet and still the fire raging underneath ensures the turmoil builds and this is great for them because it ensures repeat business. This entire aspect is something which we’ll address at depth because it really gets to the heart of everything and that in itself is the crux of this as in between your first steps and lets say around twenty six you’ve became thoroughly disconnected from your chest as well as the rest of your inner realm. Instead you’ve been tricked into accepting labels in your head in lieu of the real thing as this is what the water for milk substitution intended to bring via its steady and gradual corruption of your Inner Sense. Stop for a moment and think:

You can’t quite explain the difference, nor can you recollect with full somatic presence, what it was like to be a kid compared to the moment you find yourself in. At best you can say it felt more intense, there was a newness, an exuberance that felt unlimited. Life on the whole just seemed more interesting as you were fully present in the moment. Is there a soul walking the globe over the age I said that doesn’t relate to this? I doubt it so ask yourself:

“What is the main difference between me as a kid and the Adulterated version that sits taking these words in?”

I mean really ponder this. Grab a pad and pen and let it rip, write down as much as you can. I’d be interested in hearing it and try and plumb your depths because you’ll soon meet the invisible limits that form the outskirts of your mind which no longer extends beyond your neck.

Like I said, you were programmed to accept labels instead of sensations and its a very elegant trick. This is the water mixed into the milk and thus it wasn’t what it is but what it is is still the same, yet different and hard to express hence the metaphors I build because now that its said you’ve met the process of the System which did its thing whilst you were young and impressionable in order to fit you for a script designed to bore you to death whilst keeping you distracted from ever looking within as that is where the only solution – and true problem – rests.

Now by this time most people are thinking of marriage and kids. Eight out of ten cats will get hitched to the wrong person as they find their perception shifts once the ring does its thing but by then its too late to do a thing as the words “I’m pregnant” pour in to your awareness. Now this process itself serves a few purposes like keeping both parents even more distracted and focused outside themselves as they are reminded with a glimpse of what it felt like to embody innocence. Not all take this well, this is the dark side of child rearing that most dare not mention but we’ll delve into this as well as we progress but know this:

A wounded womb hurts the seeds it births. Whether accidentally or on purpose as it does what was done to it for none in this stage of the Game ever step out for a moment to clear the collective garbage of their lineage. Imagine this:

I have a carafe of fine wine but dirty glasses are all that I can find. They are stacked as a pyramid and standing at the head I must pour in the liquid which overflows then drips into the next. Each step brings its own contaminants until we get to the ledge where you, your awareness and embodiment sits. The glasses are the bodies of your lineage. The dirt signifies the trauma and pain they’ve experienced and the wine is the mix of blood that is used to gift your sentience the body you’re sitting in. Know now, you are none of this but the Witness instead and grasping this allows the Path of Power to unfold within as you realize transcendence. Get it? Trance endings. Meaning you are currently under the influence of a form of hypnosis which brain imaging studies readily attest when we examine the development of internal patterns and rhythms. Side note:

Did you know that there is a remarkable coherence between a babies neural activity and that of an adult under the influence of a hallucinogen? See why I said the Game of Souls is what you’re within because its literally a trip or, as was said once upon a when, a dream within a dream. For now lets deal with three dimensional reality as it seems:

Rats trained to run a maze pass this knowledge down to their descendants who do far better in experiments than control groups who don’t have this inherited imperience. A Monarch butterfly starts a trip it can never complete in its lifetime but its kids are born knowing exactly where they’re headed. These are well studied empirical things and yet when it comes to the human side of this the silence is deafening. As intended. See if your fore-bearers were whipped and beaten, generally mistreated and forced to acquiesce to a new way of thinking that was impressed upon their awareness by those that weren’t like them then what do you think the implications are for you in the present moment? All of your decisions have behind them the heft of your lineage and what it experienced and it should be self evident that life for most was painful, short and brutal as well as lacking in comfort. It wasn’t always like this but this stage of the Game is called The Fallen for a reason which we’ll get into in a bit.

Now, knowing this you’re beginning to build an outline sketch of your inner realm and what it means to be present and we haven’t even got into the other countless methods of influence which are designed to reinforce the separation of you from your Self. Comprehend:

You can’t be what you can observe. The fact you can means you aren’t it ergo start to detach from your old thinking process. You’ll notice that thoughts swirl in like a whirlwind and then hold your awareness in their grip. They can be fresh, inspiring and novel or like being drawn over old hot coals of times you’d rather forget. Either end of the spectrum, know this:

You can, should you wish, at any moment realize that you are the thinker, the thoughts and thinking. Next time this happens try shifting between these points of view and pay attention the difference between your various states of presence and the feelings within. Some people say they breath different, others report sighing for no reason as well as an increase or reduction in tension. There are many symbols which your body will use to communicate with your awareness and once you start cycling like this you’ll get a glimpse of the true nature of freedom that was artfully hidden by those who profit from the System and the misery it brings. Check this:

“I’m a horrible and disgusting person” as a though can then flip into a whole downward spiral in which you draw links between this feeling and other entries in your subconscious which then swim in to your head and reinforce the process. Outside, of course, you don’t show this and you smile and grin as you walk into work in an attempt to hide the chaos within which adds to the stress and this type of deception is rife in this realm. Its why those who go online with images to sell find people lining up to buy in because it helps keep them distracted from the facts I’m speaking. Now lets say next time you feel this descent about to kick in you remember “I’m the thinker, the thoughts and thinking” suddenly it shifts. Watch this:

“I’m a horrible and disgusting person”
Who thinks this? I’m that which is looking at the thought and thus can’t be it”

The rest you can fill in. People report that they feel an oppression lift, something ineffable yet different – especially if they sense the shifts in awareness as well and release them. This is akin to refusing the water they pour in to the milk so, just for a moment, you get a sip of something less Adulterated. Trust me when I say its quite addictive and its also why the Path of Power is an everywhen thing and not something you pick and choose as its a whole new way of being which generates immense dividends for those strong enough to look within and question everything they think they know about this realm, themselves and the rest because I have one question:

If what you think you know works as well as you said then why is your internal life a mess? Why does it feel like you’re two stops from hell with mounds of stress you feel oh so well and do your best to deny and attempt to lie to others almost as much as you do to your Self? If you could regain your childhood presence, that full bodied inner sense in exchange for giving up what you think would you make that trade or would you cling to the Adulterated concept of self, built of concepts others poured into your head and divided you from your chest as well as the rest of your natural talents that currently languish within. This is the reason you feel a difference between the “I” they see in this realm and the “Me” only you feel and wish you could express freely in the moment. These are the fruits of the water that was mixed in to the purest milk of awareness. That which once was rich and filling is now running exceedingly thin and you require more and more distraction to pretend this isn’t whats happening which in turn builds stress, on top of what you inherited from your lineage and worst of all when you have kids you’ll do the same thing to them and assist in extinguishing their glow within as they shift from natural born Victor to another Victim who builds bars of the Mind Made Prison out of ignorance with more than a little assistance from the System.

The Game of Souls is red in tooth and claw. It takes prisoners and right now you’re its hostage. Your mind is behind enemy lines and your body half dead with Spirit limping as you take in ragged breaths. Don’t believe? See for your Self:

Go and look at a baby. Notice how they draw in air to fill not only their ribs but back and belly as well. Check back in when they turn six. Notice the impingement. Add another twenty to this and you’ll spot an immense amount of tightness that corresponds nicely with the numbness they feel within as so much of their inner realm is now off limits as they sit instead in a tiny, dark corner of their head where their brain passes them a label which says “Happiness” in lieu of the real thing which they are now incapable of generating due to the lack of voltage. Water and milk. Are you seeing it for what it is? To make it even more obvious consider the pleasure of an orgasm and the way your breathing pattern shifts and you’ll soon comprehend how emotion and respiration are linked. This is why a hose with a kink can’t let full force rip until you work out the blockage. When you do, my friend, that which you previously linked with the orgasmic imperience will be seen for what it is:

A lifeless genital sneeze designed to release a small percentage of tension for a few moments before its back into the familiar grip of the misery you live within. Imagine instead someone were to stroke your pleasure centers with a caress that felt like you’d been placed to rest upon a warm beach in the tropics as the water laps at your skin. You are feeling pleasure beyond what you can measure in that moment as the ebb and flow of the tide does its thing and each time its sensation builds up from your toes, up your legs and whips around your genitals then ascends through your torso and chest, expanding and melting the tension, allowing the flesh to rest as it takes its fill of the pleasure principle and then this pours over the top of your head. You’re lost in the moment. Timeless yet present in a state of pure bliss that, as you breathe out and in, proceeds to dip and reverse as the tide sticks to its rhythm and its at this moment the crisp breeze floats across your limbs, tickling your senses as the sun pours its heat in only for you to feel the same pleasure building in your toes again as the energy circulates again and each time it fills the orgiastic potential as together you shift you sentience way beyond the flesh and deeper into each others inner realms and what this brings is a state of transcendence and unification which you’ll have to imperience for your Self.

These are but words on a page but hopefully you can intuit the gap between where you could be and where you currently sit as this the first step when it comes to removing the water from milk is realizing this has happened instead of unhappily sipping the Adulterated mix and attempting to find a quick fix that avoids going to the heart of this.

Be warned, my friend, this isn’t for everyone. Like I said 81% of the populace are Slaves. Pure and simple. They will defend this till their end, beyond and then back again because the System is designed to offer a script they feel a sense of comfort within. Like having a stone in your shoe but instead of stopping the trip to remove the impediment you keep popping pain killing pills as you remain stepping. Common sense says “Why would anyone do this?” when the solution is self evident but the nature of the Slave is they no longer can connect to their inner realm and thus are totally at the mercy of the System which recodes their signals in a way to make tills ring for them whilst not fixing the problem. The other 11% of the Slave Masters know this well. All I’ve said in this is very obvious to them because they help propagate this, most of of ignorance but some with bad intent. It all depends on where they sit on the pyramid. If you’re one of the 8% who had began to intuit the nature of the Warrior within before you read any of this but what I said made things click in a way that makes perfect sense then get ready for the shift because who you’ve been waiting for is your Self and I intend to share the steps I took to reconnect and ascend out of this stage of the Game of Souls called The Fallen because I choose not to live within the System and remove its influence from my presence in order to allow my Inner Sense to helm my conscious imperience both in and out of this realm.

The Hero’s Journey is calling. I hope you answer and take the steps within because then we can compare notes from where you get and use this to propel us to hit a target most can’t envision because then and only then does the real fun begin.

Till we meet again

Pimps, Politicians and Preachers

Pimps, politicians and preachers are the same peeps in different threads as they all play on your hopes, dreads, fears and dreams whilst making out, handsomely, from the schemes they sell whilst you foot the bill for believing in them. The crazy part is a large proportion of those getting tricked know this, shrug their shoulders and let them keep up the grift because of how successful the programming and gaslighting is. Say hello to the magic of absolvement… This is also why the person you should be most honest with in this realm is your Self.

Let me tell you something:

The art of good business is good middlemanning because it means you can hit a lick off someone elses effort. Imagine if someone opened a gym in which you could hire a surrogate to go and work that spare tyre of your abdomen whilst you sat at home eating chips whilst consuming psychospiritual junk through your TV set. Business would be booming, yes? Thing is in that situation the results (or lack thereof) would be exceedingly obvious and if it worked the man who did this would be making money hand over fist.

Thing with preachers, politicians and pimps is they always promise to get you on the back end. The politician says “Once we’re elected we’ll…”. The pimp utters “Just go turn this next trick then…” and the preacher teaches “Due to your lifelong loyal service we promise you the best… After death”. Amazing isn’t it and yet all three are known for their own excess, complete lack of morals and predatory processes which are, all in their own was, socially sanctioned and accepted.

Its a scam as old as the hills and its precisely because its so effective and people are so stupid that its ran unchecked since time begins. Or so they tell us. I wasn’t there so have to take their word for it. Another pimps trick. See, if they can get you to buy into their frame then they win because the longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch and they’re all cunning linguists who’ll make your head spin. If you let them. Thats the most vital element because you can’t make a mark or trick out of someone that isn’t, on some level, willing to buy into your BS. Call it a belief system of bovine excrement. Both are interchangeable really except at least one has worth thats tangible when ti comes to keeping your roses blooming. The other is akin to an albatross you place around your neck as you agree to take the burden off them.

None of these people have your best interests at heart as they are the angels with dirty faces that represent the top down corruption of the System we live in which is entirely made up in order to keep a tiny percentage of people in immense comfort, knowing exactly what it is and the rest scrabbling round on their hands and knees just trying to link the ends which never seem to meet. Surprisingly none of them ever question “Who cut this cord?” because it wasn’t always like this. You’ve got to be entrained to accept this social madness and thats the greatest part of the trick because you adapt to the resonance of your parents and society as well. All of whom are idiots who fell for the scheme without questioning like theirs before them and theirs before them until we get to the first caveman who turned to the other and said (pointing at the sun) “He told me you should give me what you’re eating or else he won’t be happy and will stop beaming”.

Pay attention:

Monkey see? Monkey don’t. There it is, in a nutshell. The process that makes mice out of men as they scurry that way and this. Laboring under the illusions of freedom when they know fine well they can’t afford to take a step without cash on the hip. This is how you create chainless Slaves on a global plantation and everyone at the top of the pyramid knows this “trade secret” because its what they pimp to allow others in via the presentation of progress, which is really just standing on the heads of those beneath them by promising X, Y and Z to keep them docile and placated whilst the ones above them hammer L, I, T into their heads with the promise of light from darkness.

Its the original pyramid scheme. That of selling dreams so people don’t realize they’ve bought into an entirely artificially induced, nightmare existence that couldn’t exist with their silent compliance for countless generations. See why I say 81% of the Game are Slaves as they refuse to see whats obvious. The other 11% are nodding and thinking “What an idiot. Laying these trade secrets out for these, for these… cattle” as they class you as subhuman and they know a little bit about a little bit and want to climb the pyramid so they’ll do just as instructed.

Its no different from you, in that sense, as you invest your entire education preparing you to wear a carrot on your head then spend your life chasing it as they profit from your labor and hand you back a tiny, tiny percent. In order to keep the facade seeming nice and impenetrable they give preachers to those who ask the big questions of why they live like this and what to expect at the death. Pimps who are celebs and various other roles models that make you think you have a chance of winning and if not just watch them as your squander the vital resource of your attention and finally, the politicians who do exactly as said on the tin. Poli-ticks. Many leeches. If your vote was worth anything you wouldn’t be able to do such a thing.

You know it and I know it but everyone is scared to admit this because to cut one head off this beast and you’ve got to slice all three and this makes Slaves feel like they’re up excrement creek without a paddle as they lose all sense of bearing and what it means to be me. But, fear not, remember I said about the link, the ends you keep trying to make meet? Well nothing is this realm is external as its all inside thee and in this case its the cord that links heart to brain as you’ve been tricked, swindled and bamboozled into living inside a tiny fraction of your presence, using but a minuscule aspect of your gifts and thats why you need this three ring circus because without the distraction you’d spot the solution in an instant and do something about it.

The good news is you can, and will, should you heed the call to adventure from the Inner Sense nestling inside your subconscious and to whom I’ve been speaking to directly throughout this missive.

Its an option.

First you’ve got to see the Game for what it is, so go back and reread this. Possibly take some notes, discuss it with a friend. Whatever you do don’t believe it until you’ve reality tested it and it makes sense so that Psylense within nods its head in assent as that is how the path to reconnection is recreated because you’ve got to transcend the Opponent in your head whose main trick is to make you think you’re them. Thats the original pimp. The original politician. The original preacher that started talking when you were kid and hasn’t shut up since as it artfully misdirects your awareness, the Witness that makes this all possible, with a serious of elaborate tricks designed to place you into a role you were never born to inhabit.

You know you can feel this. You know you inner child is nodding their head in agreement. You know exactly what I’ve said hits close, way closer in fact, than the current model you accept as “The way it is” because all thats done is make you miserable in a quest for meaningless things, endless distraction and a nagging feeling of emptiness. That sensation is due to your Opponent mining your mind via various processes as mankind is the greatest crop on the planet due to what is within.

Don’t believe what I’ve said? Too horrified to comprehend or take this step? OK, cool. Look at a baby and note their radiance which is so infectious that even a grouch will crack a grin as the sense of aliveness their presence brings then check back in in a few years. Still shining, still doing what comes natural and doing it so well. OK, schools in so lets see whats happening. “Hmm” you think “Not quite the same. I can’t put my finger on it but… It almost feels like they’ve dimmed”. We look back in after a decade. “OK, there is a huge difference. The creative spark has vacated the building and they’ve bought lightbulbs instead to pretend this hasn’t happened”. Thats great business for the one who sells them then charges for the electric as well because if we check back in a decade after this you’ll note they’re identical to you within. A hollow, depleted shell. A mined mind within which their Witness languishes, a hostage.

This is the state of play at this very moment and in reality I’m speaking of the last ditch attempt you have at any form of freedom before the transhumanist movement sweeps in and makes Siri the little apple of your eye via an iris implant. After that you won’t even be able to think like this so consider the implications and potential of you being you, here, now, reading this, at this very moment and what you do (or do not) means for your children because the only reason you life is how it is is because none of your ancestors ever thought like this and survived to pass on their teachings and that is precisely why I’m seen as a major threat as I remind you of the things you were made to forget.

Till we meet again

Let the Children Lead

Into a realm filled with darkness steps one made of light. Can the people see? Nay, they can not for their eyes are closed tight. In that flex they are coherent, in a sense, because what is within matches without. But, it wasn’t always like this.

There once was a time, on this very planet, where children were ushered in with much respect and deference for it was via their eyes shining bright that the rest of the world attuned their own light within. As you can see modern life is the almost exact inverse of this and thus the glow of their Inner Sense is rapidly extinguished by many forms of injustice that are, bizarrely, socially sanctioned, accepted and expected. The child knows something is up but cannot verbalize it. If they throw tantrums and attempt to reject the process which is happening they risk being cut off and the threat of this feels like a thousand deaths so they all acquiesce. This is the act of the sealing that occurs between ages eight and six, although even that is quickening.

None of what I’ve said is new, even though its the first time you’ve heard it. The thing is to reverse the tides of this spiritual necrosis for the collective it needs the individual to step into their own darkness and this can only occur when you’re willing to question what you think. To be more accurate that should be called Thunk as there is a difference. Children do the former, its natural and intuitive when curiosity is at the helm because everything is a learning imperience for the newly embodied in this realm. Once the living process is disconnected and programmed it becomes processed and thus not quite the same as it no longer flows but is quite solid. This is the sealing of the eyelids of which I spoke that no longer see light but are now shrouded in darkness.

Within there are certain blocks, certain chunks or concepts which are arranged again and again then presented and re-presented to the senses. That is Thunking. There is no space for anything new. Nothing exists outside this frame and anything that attempts to penetrate is met with hate, indifference or disdain. “That isn’t the way we do things” say the perpetually miserable when offered solutions or help as that would need them to think different and of this Thunk is not capable.

How do you define evil? Good as well. Take a moment. Push the pen and then share your perspect because, to me, it goes a little something like this:

It feels nice to unfold, to be curious and open. In that sense you are totally related to and fully in the present. There is a distinct lack of mental baggage or psychological distractions that are evidenced by a spring in your step and general air of lightness. The flip, to which most people are very well accustomed, is like a glow, extinguished. It happens in bits and pieces and leaves them a mere fragment of themselves as they sit, in engineered darkness. They will create a thousand and one fables for this and woe betide anyone who mentions the huge amount of copium they sniff as that psychospiritual flex is now thin and brittle so simply can’t handle what they said and thus they’ll react like their very concept of Self is under threat. But, the truth doesn’t need to be defended. It simply is. It is you, my friend, that are either in or out of resonance with your innate Inner Sense that you once possessed in abundance before you were coaxed into trading it for something else…

Its really quite wicked once you’ve seen the Game for what it is on the level we’re currently playing. The ones who suffer the worst are those who can’t do anything. The children. Those vessels of Inner Sense that possess the skills to see through the BS (thats belief systems) and yell “The Emperor is naked!” because that is exactly what they Witness. Should that happen the rest may start flickering their eyelids. At first it will be the one who suspects that there is something very, very wrong with this realm but cannot put their finger on it. That person has often thought at length about the difference between now and then. Why childhood was so immediate and visceral whereas Adulteration is boring and predictable. Well, thats the difference between Thunking you think and knowing you’re thinking as one must identify the true problem in order to find the actual solution. Read that last link and tell me, my friend, about the version of you that would be at the helm, at present, had your school been cool, as imagined, and not a camp of concentration…

Slowly, but certainly, via the principles of resonance there would be a grand awakening as people realize the nature of the trick as they laugh that not only is what they worshipped not what they Thunk it was but that the whole thing was a joke, a joke on them and they fell for it. One generation after the next and this would have kept on happening were it not for the presence of Inner Sense that tells it exactly how it is because they don’t go out into the world looking for confirmation but approach with curiosity instead. I’ll give you an example:

If you ask a child who has seen about three or four summers in this realm “What color do I feel like?” the answers can be stunning. If you then make this a Game and play it between yourselves on people you know well you’ll start to notice Patterns in the childs awareness in that the depressive element trudging by with shoulders bent in on themselves like broken wings is a muddy brown whereas the young lady in throes of her first passions is a bright, vivid red. Don’t believe me, try it for your Self. Children decode a heck of a lot more than their parents but because its standard equipment they tend not to mention it because no one else does. This is actually a remainder from the days of babyhood because we’ve all experienced the newborn who instantly starts screaming when her mothers friend comes over and is cooing away. Thats because the show is for the surface as she arranges the expected blocks of Thunk but the child senses the darkness and incoherence that makes it fret as it feels like a withdrawal of life force and thus a taste of death that brings stress to its nervous system.

Now the astute among you would have clicked the problem and the solution rests in the parents themselves because if they’re lumbering through a realm with glued shut eyelids as they manufacture proof for the lies they tell themselves then surely by the principles of resonance their children will imitate and do the same thing. Yes, this is correct. There is also an immense edifice I call the System that people like this built and it has many dungeons within which to trap peoples spirits via various forms of indoctrination. “One of us, one of us” beats the drum in their head that hypnotizes the dumb into believing they still live, even though each day feels like a slice of death. Describes modern life quite well, yes? Remember its only an option and mine is simply to present an alternative but how far as you willing to question your programming?

It all comes back to the Thunk. These pesky, prevalent chunks that bring their own form of resistance that dims the lamp within from doing its thing as evidenced by the shift you know fine well you feel when comparing the Inner Sense you can’t quite recollect versus the Adulteration that seems standard. Have you noticed one key difference? How the former would always bring something new, fresh and innovative as you were simply saturated in creative impulses that surged up from within without instruction or prompting whereas the latter is staunchly predictable and thus exceedingly boring so one reaches out to a screen, someone else or substance for entertainment.

Those are the actions of one wandering around this realm with firmly closed eyelids as they believe the deception in their heads which at this very moment is speaking “Why on Earth are you reading this foolishness? The man is obviously speaking total gibberish because your eyes are fully well open otherwise you wouldn’t be able to read a thing. What an idiot. Lets do something else” as it offers distractions and impulses. Some won’t get it as a narrative, there will just be an antsy feeling instead and many wouldn’t have even made it this far to read this bit as they’d have flittered off somewhere predictable and safe instead.

Who am I to say this?

One who fought against the tides of the System since childhood and who bears the battle scars to prove it. Into a realm filled with darkness steps one made of light but the latter comprehend not what think presents as Thunk will not allow them the option. You truly must be willing to lose your mind to come to your senses. People have often said its like rising from a lumpy bed that was most uncomfortable and a dreadful sleep filled with numbing visions. As they reorient themselves they hear birds singing, the sun shining and a sense of natural abundance.

This is the resurrection of Inner Sense. This is what is awaiting those willing to question what they accepted back when when they were small and impressionable. Those rules are etched upon your awareness in a childs scrawl that most class as sacrosanct. How sad it is that that in fact serves as a life sentence thanks to the presence of the Adulterant.

There once was a time, on this very planet, where children were ushered in with much respect and deference for it was via their eyes shining bright that the rest of the world attuned their own light within. Even with closed eyes one can sense that this world is it and if you aren’t with those who are solving and willing to think different then you are the one who is spoken of when they say the greatest tool in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed but you will never Thunk this. So effective is the Slave/Masters programming and that is why I state that it takes a nation of billions to hold back the children.

Let them lead and the Game will change within a generation. Or don’t and you’ll get where we’re headed which is silicon mixed with flesh and special, shiny extended life sentences where thinking is stealthy edited the moment you step in due to implanted tech designed to modulate their awareness.

Till we meet again

In Order to Escape You Must Be Totally Detached

In order to escape this realm at the moment of death you must be totally detached from every person, event, concept and circumstance otherwise those will be used as weapons against to sucker you back in for another spin. And another. And another. And another.

You may be surprised to recollect this isn’t the first time you’ve read these words, even if you think it is as a page was ripped your book of life but the impressions still remain for those that are sensitive hence the DVP as well as the dim light of recognition flickering within as the familiar newness of the concepts I’m sharing.

Anything and everything that can, will be used against you up until that moment and beyond because its all built on BS. Whether bovine excrement, belief systems or other socially sanctioned and accepted signs and symbols of ignorance that you’re told are those of wisdom – It’s all fair game in the Game as the rules of engagement are very ambiguous as theatricality and deception are hallmarks of this level in which all are welcome in but leaving is quite difficult.

Once you can wrap your head and chest around this (your abdomen already Knows the truth of what I’ve just said as you can’t fool intuition) then you can start unravelling the rest of the mess that passes for the dimensional experience on this level of the Game as it all takes place inside your awareness. That doesn’t mean you can’t like another, share affection or generate tender memories you recollect with fondness as that is partly how its played but the trick is to realize whats at stake and remain perpetually Centered in Self and thus neutral. Let me give you a frame of reference that will help make sense of what I’ve said:

Imagine you spend your life on Earth swimming in a gel like liquid. There is quite a bit of resistance that generates its own forces of friction. At first it seems obvious but after a while you get used to it and then it becomes invisible as you’re accustomed to a world built around its density. Now lets take that lifetime of training, conditioning and expectations and imagine that at the moment of death you are flipped into another realm which is functionally identical in every respect but now you’re totally weightless. What do you think would happen if you were to flail your limbs with the same strength you were accustomed? Yes, you’d head off somewhere else with an immense amount of force as its all propelled by intent. Do you see why I say the Game is all mental?

What I’m speaking of here is the power of emotion (itself a contraction of “energy in motion” as that is what you are in your chest, in and beyond this realm) for that is the engine of awareness. That which moves and vibrates is liable to change and thus alive whereas the flip in its lowest state of oscillation can be said to be dead but even that shifts whilst its decomposing which is encoded in this glpyh:

Fat or thin, makes no difference as its all in the circle which itself is illustrating a hyper-dimensional phenomenon rendered in Two D for those with the eyes to see and decode what it means. Many moons ago before there was hair on my chin I met a Buddhist and asked with that youthful mix of arrogance and challenge that comes when you think you know everything about everything “You mean to tell me you spend your entire life sitting there trying to think about nothing? Again and again? When there is all this vivid imperience and living to be done? You must be stupid!”. Ah, how much it makes sense now! As well as seeing how my initial intuition was totally correct as that bastion of meditation has been totally warped and corrupted from its progenitors intent but most adherents don’t realize this as they mistake the map for the lands and are in the process of driving themselves off a cliff thanks to a faulty spiritual GPS.

All in the Game” say the demons waiting in the wings as they place bets on who’ll fail the tests of perception and believe what their lying eyes and treacherous minds have said. In many respects we are behind enemy lines in this realm and that can be a bitter pill to swallow for those caught up in the illusion that will cost them their real life at death as they get slammed back into the flesh for another spin. Yes, yes I know the Bardo texts speak of this but any true movement of the people in this stage is infiltrated, co-opted and manipulated in ways both subtle and obvious as that is the nature of the System hence why it defiled your Inner Sense and left you Adulterated instead. The saddest part of this is how you’ll defend their BS, to your own detriment, and refuse what I’m sharing due to that voice in your head. See what I meant about a faulty GPS that knows fine well the lay of the land but is seeing how far you’ll follow its instruction to your own destruction before getting rinsed and repeated again? And again. And again.

Still think this is the first time you’ve read this text? Feel again. Hear your chest and abdomen as they know the truth of what I’ve said as they recollect two birds sitting in the self same tree. One eats the sweet and sour fruits of life whilst the other looks on dispassionately hence – in order to escape you must be totally detached because those emotions can and will clip your etheric wings as each investment has the weight of anvil and this isn’t the Inner Sense you stepped in with which was light as a feather yet packed with coherence and radiance.

Have you seen those signs at the carnival which say “You must be this big to ride on this“? Or in Nintendos case with their fat shaming antics “You could’ve had a spin if you weren’t so busy nibbling on cream cakes and hot dogs, you rotund wench!” as per their ride within a ride on this particular level. As a company they know a thing or two about a thing or two when it comes to the metaphysic hence “Leave luck to heaven” and this will examine as we progress and unlock some of the secrets they’ve placed in your mind as entertainment when they’re actually quite significant.

This is another trick of the Game where they’ll tell you straight up nonsense as sacrosanct wisdom, never to be questioned whilst offering you the raw, uncut truth in the form of fiction and entertainment. Its why I say its all about discernment or being able to filter the water from milk aka removing the Adulteration from Inner Sense as that is one of the keys required to unlock the Three Kingdoms within otherwise you’ll live and die inside the Mind Made Prison (as intended) with its false concepts and propel yourself right back to a sperm that chases the exact same egg for another go at the same life, hoping you get it this time and choose different.

This isn’t the first time you’ve read these words. These are not new concepts as you knew them before. Ha! See how Devilish this spell is? Knew? New! Know? No! Getting it yet?

Did you know that when a sperm and egg connect there is an immense thunderclap sound effect along with a flash that shines with a dazzling presence. “Let there be light…”, get my drift about what I said previous yet? Lets sprinkle in a little something else as well because babies are born with only two fears programmed in from this experience:

One is that of falling and the other is of loud noises.

Are the pieces beginning to click, like a psychological Game of Tetris yet, comrade? Or would the party not approve of this type of thinking as they prefer you forget yourself in exchange for their teachings. Knowledge of Self is the most important thing in this realm and it would serve you well to imagine a set of scales upon which you place all you know about everything external and then on the other what you know about you and the primacy of your own imperience, awareness, consciousness and the various gifts intuition brings that aren’t part of any standardized syllabus, curriculum or sermon issued from a podium.

Illuminating, yes?

Why do you know a whole load of a lot about everything of this realm but next to nothing about you from within? All of that which you’re holding in your fevered grip presents the realization that the inner emptiness I call Psylense offers a far broader type of wisdom that is pure in its essence, get it, Psylense? A vision beyond the senses seen and felt from within aka intuition which is generated when your Three Kingdoms are in a state of coherence. That is where a Warrior dwells versus the Slave who is an indoctrinated shell of his true Self and lives on the outskirts of his mind under the influence of the spell of socially sanctioned Stockholm Syndrome as a living hostage. Exactly as intended. 81%. The programming is that effective as it all works on your investment because they’re using your energetics against you to place your awareness in a position of ignorance so that at the moment of death you reach out, almost on instinct, for an illusion as opposed to realizing its all within and thus heading right back for another spin, only to do it all again. And again. And again.

This isn’t the first time you’ve read these words so I’ll say again:

In order to escape you must be totally detached and this comes from realizing you are the thinker, the thinking, the thoughts aka the Witness. The non-physical that makes it all possible as its presence causes the fields of variance to collapse in coherence. That is an immense power, when you think about it, and that which entranced shows the way to the exit. Get it? X-it? As in place the unknown factor of mystery over exactly what you’re seeking then program them to look anywhere but within for solutions as they spend their lives (and deaths) chasing figments of their imagination.

It really is quite crazy and is does make me question the intent of the architect behind all of this because if the nature of their business is suffering and they don’t like us one bit then the rest doesn’t make any sense and you can miss me with that “Oh, Earth is a school and we’re here learning!” starry eyed BS as thats just another layer of deception based on what I’ve said about the premise of eternal return being the reward of a lifetime of ignorance. Something very obvious is being hidden very well and the rest is edited, flipped and ridiculed to prevent the comprehension of this tangled web in which we’re serving a life sentence till the death then fail the test, have the notes of the experience ripped from the book as you’re sent back to the sperm and egg which is why so many NDE survivors have said it felt like their life was being rewound as they found themselves in a tunnel with pure affection awaiting them aka the birth canal.

This isn’t the first time you’ve read these words but now you know why babies come in screaming.

Till we meet again

Feargive and Freeget

You’ve never heard those two words in the title but, I’d be willing to bet, they make way more sense than the spells they handed, back when, as the concentration camp wing of the System did its thing with its programming, yes? Fear is the mind killer, my friend, because in a world full of the inauthentic then expect art to tell a lie which is genuine. That concept can be a bit mind boggling but once it clicks that you are the only Soul in this realm and the intent at the helm is a bit, shall we say, schizophrenic then a lot about a little starts to make way more sense. See this article about how to awaken the Warrior within and take your awareness to another level, if you wish.

To feargive means just this as you are handing over the negative emotions life attempted to dump into your awareness as this spell encapsulates the resonance that often presents like shame, envy, regret etc.. Check this article with the ball release technique and give it a spin as you pour your energetics into what you firmly grip then relinquish. After a while the prop isn’t needed as you’ll have upped your res and thats when very interesting things can happen as you start generating true freedom that, regardless of what they said, cannot be purchased from anywhere with a till. You freeget, in other words. Meaning more liberation is present due to the space you created. Let me share an example:

A girl who had wanted to go to foreign lands and learn the language was sent just as the flower of her femininity was starting to blossom. A suitable family was picked and she, along with her luggage, was packed off in a burst of celebration at the thought of finally living what she dreamed and cherished. That soon turned into a nightmare as her host, uninvited, slid into her bed and began to molest. She was trapped and hated the situation. Worse than this she pretended life was great to her parents and didn’t tell them a thing as she did not wish to stress or disappoint them for investing in her dream to spread her wings and become bilingual. Eventually she leaves and is now fluent in another tongue as well as a trauma groove that was etched into her subconscious. She shares edited tales and suppresses the rest as they ooh and ahh at this new version of their kid. Cue a life of failed relationships in which she constantly picked the wrong men that left her licking her wounds and listening to the recriminations in her head until, one day, she decided to look within and be fiercely honest and admit what kicked and feargave all of this mess to a higher aspect of Self that gratefully accepted it and, in turn, granted her the freedom of liberation. She said something, or at least how I decoded it, that went like this:

How can I hate this man? Its impossible. What he did was reprehensible, yes, but it also forced me to Know the Ledge and unpack the baggage of a lifetime which totally eradicated a load of other symptoms I didn’t know had me in their grip. All in all life is now quite wonderful thanks to the free flowing, non censored or edited state of my emotions ergo I make much better decisions and really like my Self”.

That is what it sounds like when coals become diamonds, my friend. The process may be ugly as sin, cause loads of stress and make one want to yell and kick (which are both recommended as great ways of freeing trapped emotions) but the end result is beautiful, shining and one of the hardest things on the planet that often draws others in from a distance as they want to know your secret.

This is the power of defining and not being defined, my friend, and its also why I said this forked tongue that currently rules this realm is best described as Devilish for it truly is. I mean, why not fivegive or sixget? Why are we always going “to” and not “three”? These are deeper topics for you to examine, should you wish but the most pernicious spell is “I lxve you” as it actually states the opposite. Download a speech reversing app and speak these tones, dulcet, then listen to what presents as it all starts to make a lot more sense for they set your words and deeds in opposition. For bonus credit say “Eros me” into the same thing as you proceed to Know the Ledge. Me? I prefer to injoi instead. Thats another term from the Warriors lex and as for apologies, they never drip from my lips as a) that word encodes the death of the solar principle (which is your Souls essence) and most who say don’t change a thing. Instead, when I encounter a problem, I revise my OS and make smarter decisions instead of just paying lip service to the shift without actually upgrading their way of being.

It can also help to push the pen and write a “What the worst that can happen?” list as you inventory your greatest fears and dreads. Pulling these skeletons draped in emotion, living, from where they’ve been hidden can be quite eye opening as the discomfort you initially sense is actually a street sign on the way to healing so treat this inquiry with care as there are dangers to deprogramming as well as not all are made to be unplugged from the Matrix of ignorance, yes? Speaking to your inner child and asking their contribution can take things to another level if you’re prepped to swim at these depths as seeing that innocent scrawl in ink written by the hand you’ve ignored since back when can be quite illuminating and set one off on a quest for greater coherence as you feargive all this mess to your Opponent and freeget instead.

A bonus tip is learning how to sit still and once you are comfortable with this extended swell of your abdomen with back erect you imagine a beam of light shooting out of your rear end that links in to the base of your spinal column. After a while you can imagine the same coming from your feet as well and, combined with the release technique mentioned, you can send all that mess into the Earth instead which gladly accepts and recycles this crap to nourish the roses of higher consciousness, budding. Let me know if you’d like me to whip up a guided recording of this so you can ease into the moment instead for the initial steps as, after this, you’ll be able to turn it on and off at will. Go out into nature, walk into a forest with a questioning mindset that says:

Which tree will accept this icky emotion I want to jet?” and notice the response. Life is talking, are you listening? When you decode the signal, stop and chill. Breathe. Ask if its cool to facilitate this exchange – much like carbon and oxygen – and when it assents you can either release it with your back to it and let the ick drain into the foliage or hug it and open your chest instead. Sounds simplistic but I’ve seen peoples lives change with this one weird trick that science hates to admit because all is consciousness and nothing exists without your presence, hence the Observer Effect and this lead us full circle to the reason why I’ve said there are no enemies in this realm, only teachers.

For the Warrior, class is always in session as nothing is what it seems and all is a test for ones who dare Know the Ledge, up their res and create the Path by walking instead of running the treadmill with the plebs who’ve been programmed, really well, with the Work, Buy, Consume, Die mindset and never question why it all feels like a retread as predictable chunks of Thunk are re-presented in their heads as they attempt to stave off boredom with as many drugs, drinks and distractions as they can handle. Welcome to the land of confusion that holds billions within its grip as the fist of iron is draped in the finest silk of ignorance…

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. To feargive and freeget is to wrestle with the (false) self at the helm and, let me tell, he detests this as blame making and finger shaking allows one to pretend they are correct and its the other who is a problem. Such are the ways of the Slave and if you’re still reading this there is a good chance you’re part of the 8% capable of awakening the Warrior within and tasting the familiar newness of Inner Sense as you shake off the dead skin of second nature and its tension. I mean, thats another great one:

Why does no one wonder what their Prime state is and how to gain it again? Better yet, who clicks the reason why children step in overflowing with confidence and the creative impulse or what secret force causes this glow to dim around years six? These are deeper topics you may or may not ponder as you progress as I’ve been trekking for a minute and thus am decoding the Game on such a different res that it feels like most people are walking around with a twelve inch black and white TV set in their heads (with one speaker missing) as they decode life with a load of noiZ and static thrown in whereas I’m sitting in my own personal cinema with seats tailored for my flesh as the in house chef preps a dish and I watch the feature presentation:

The actualization of my highest potential Self.

Doesn’t that sound like a much better option? Only one way to test if this is a load of BS or a hint at how to gain liberation in one incarnation. Many people hide their light in anothers pocket hoping that, one day, they’ll notice and pat them on the head for a job well done which never happens. This can be flesh and blood, an institute or concept. All of them are akin to a spiritual bypass of strength, in my head, but the opiate effect they beget is quite beguiling for those who are content to accept less and not raise their crown to their head by themselves as the stress of being truly free and fearless leaves them quaking, shaking and unable to face what actually got them into this mess:

Ignorance.

Do the Knowledge, my friend, because it won’t do itself. If I am the messenger then this is the message:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again