Are You the Master of Your Energies or Their Slave?

Forget the outer world with its status, fame and acclaim along with the various quests poured into your brain as signs you have “made it” and take a glimpse within for a second:

Are you the Master of your energies or their Slave?

The latter is most common and it work like this:

You feel a series of sensations and your brain attaches significance to them. These energies can make you sweat, stress and worry without end but, when seen through the correct lens, they are simply signals. Much like an anxious child (for that is from where they do spring) they are simply clamoring for your attention. Thing is, we are not taught how to handle them. Can you imagine the problems this brings because we are, in essence, strangers to Self and that brings in a lot of ways for exploitation. I mean, how many times have you done something stupid that seemed to make sense in the moment only to find a sense of regret and possible attempts at overcompensation to fix said problem? The truth of the matter is its just energy. That is all it is and once you comprehend this one weird trick then it opens up a different vista for perception in which you can choose what to do with this gift. The thing is in order to unwrap them you must be present in the moment and for that it helps to bring a little distance. Breathe. Sit. Sense. Where, in your flesh, does this sensation manifest? Pretend your brain has a flashlight of consciousness and direct it toward them. Develop a state of acceptance like you would when dealing with a stressed kid and watch how quickly you can shift your resonance.

After you have got used to the presence start talking to it. See what pops into you head because, in the end, they are your energetics. Learning to apply this skill means you gain a tenfold increase in strength because you are easing the boundaries of division that exist between thoughts and feelings which brings a quite exhilarating sense of oneness that is most addictive and quenching. For example:

You feel stressed and anxious. Map the sensation. See where it starts, where it goes to next and then examine the loop as it usually follows a few steps. At this point you can imagine, lying on your bed, that you pull this out of your flesh, flip it and rotate in the opposite direction. Does it still feel the same or is it now different? Do this enough and you’ll find old behavior Patterns start crumbling because they dwell in the subconscious realm beneath your neck and this one act of volition is akin to building a bridge that allows you to direct their presence. Another method you can use is to draw the sensation. Just start doodling and let the energetics speak for themselves. This alone can be quite a surprise as, often, other thoughts and recollections will pop in your awareness. Note them and we can spin back and examine em later. In a nutshell what we are doing is akin to allowing the internal pressure to vent and considering how most are under immense layers of stress these days the space you beget can, at first, seem a tad strange and alien but they are, in the end, simply your energetics.

Congratulations. You have just taken a fundamental step on the Path of Power where the best thing is Knowledge of Self as you become more and more aware of what kicks under the surface and its this subterranean realm that controls everything and thus its power is immense. Start seeing the signs as invitations for a conversation and whilst it can seem strange at first soon you will be in full swing and do it in a way that is almost automatic. I say that loosely because we are doing the opposite of Click-Whirr Thunking by dissolving these Patterns via the use of directed attention. Ask your inner child, see what they have to say about it. There are countless methods and tips, many of which you’ll discover yourself as you start digging in and delving beneath the surface. The net result, however, is one of increased lightness as that which was once dense starts to dissipate as a lot of these blips have their roots in back when which is why I always ask clients to create an inventory of the life they’ve lived – from inception to the present moment. This can cause some pretty dramatic shifts because I would like you to imagine your Journey in this realm like that of a snake that started off as sperm and egg, meeting, then developing the shell wrapped around your consciousness. It sits in the mid and makes all possible thus its true power and strength is buried underneath layers and layers of imperience one begins to chip away at to reveal the state of perfection that never left but, for most, is ignored until death.

Sadly it is then, at this most crucial event, that the boundaries doth melt and most people come face to faceless with what scares the crap out of them. A lightbulb moment for those who have ever had a bad trip, glimpsed death or saw visions of torment or suffering as they lie in bed, dreaming. That state is what we’re tapping into but with conscious intent and load of compassion as you are relating to previous versions of your Self that are caught up in the mix. Time travel, in other words. A simple way of looking at this is comprehending that the only moment that exists is now. The ones that have been we string into a narrative we call the past and ones coming we project based on what we do, think and feel in the present. Dare ye unwrap the gift?

Did you know that each time you remember an event you are actually recreating it as you don’t access its pure energetics but the last recalled Pattern and thus there is an immense flex present as you can recode them, if you wish. Another great tip is taking an object as a totem (or simply using your imagination) and questioning:

“From where I stand, now, in which direction would I place this Pattern?” then imagine pulling that innerG out and dropping it in said location. Try it. Its quite strange but empowering as this idea is now “out there” and thus you can move around its presence to gain fresh insight and perspective which are nigh on impossible if you’re looping inside your head trying to avoid what you should transcend. That word itself is an immense hint because you can only end a trance when you comprehend its akin to a state of hypnosis. Many people live and die flitting between one unreality and the next, all the while mistaking them for authentic. This process is much like rising from a dream that seemed real and solid then clicking the absurdities that presented as part of the script. The best part is that once you learn how to befriend these processes in ways totally natural via the use of imagination and directed will there is a nice shift in which the rest that felt like a threat are now revealed as gifts of potential you can mold and shape as you wish. Keep on doing this and the results speak for themselves as one client mentioned their blood pressure (which had been a life long problem) started to dip and another who would start holding his breath noticed the blip and started to override it. Actually, that is a very important bit:

Learn how to notice the tells. The body is always authentic. It cannot lie and pretend to be anything than what it is whereas the mind has dreams for sale and a captive audience in the form of your Witness that enacts its suggestions in a form of negative manifestation. For some, reading, a light bulb may have just hit about the power of consciousness and how they are, quite literally, doing this to themselves as the obstacle is the way, my friend. Do the Knowledge. Do the Knowledge, I said. Tell me I am singing for the deaf or are you hearing me on FM? Better yet, don’t listen to me. Place that attention within. Lets say you have a coping mech that makes you reach for a cig at times of stress. Next time grab the pack and start activating that Pattern then interrupt it. Instead of lighting it up, stop. Sit with the sensation. Feel how they’re creeping, what the voice in your head says as its standard form of interpretation and then comprehend you are far greater than this. Focus, straight ahead, then expand your awareness to take in as much of the visual field as you can handle whilst changing your breathing, posture and the rest. The more you expand the less intense its grip and soon you’ll start to see these strings (or Hooks, as I call them) and where they impinge so you can make better decisions. After you’ve done this rate your compulsion to continue with the coping mech because if it the initial imprint was a ten I’d be willing to bet its been reduced by a bit thanks to this intervention.

Try reframing a doubt as a question. If you start stressing about a bill that just hit rephrase the dread of limited Thunking and the tunnel vision it begets to generate a new lens by asking “I wonder…” and filling in the rest or, better yet, feel your Self stepping out for a bit and imagine how you’d be reacting if this was a friend who was stressing and what you’d tell them. You are far more creative, powerful and resonant than you expect, my friend. At first this can be quite a challenge as these old habits have worn grooves in your head hence why the mind chatter is totally predictable but the solution is never found on this trek because if it worked so well it wouldn’t happen again now, would it? As you gradually up your resolution you may even begin to relish said events and start stalking these threats in order to reintegrate their message in a way more empowering and in line with your highest potent being manifested in this realm. Lets look at a practical example:

A lady, who lives a high pressure life of stress, often finds herself blowing up at the smallest of things as she starts catastrophizing potential outcomes. I asked her to recollect a previous time this had happened and then check if said stress actually generated what she dreads or if nothing happened. “Oh yeah!” she said, with a grin. Next I told her that the lifespan of an emotion is ninety seconds. Anything else is due to what you invest and that is akin to giving a beggar a few cents and then finding yourself being tied up and robbed by him for this little “kindness”. One must develop a type of ruthlessness against the conditions of the (false) self and it will rebel at your attempts of elevation because the only way it can keep its grip is by presenting solutions that don’t change a thing as it wants to sit at the helm of your consciousness. I asked her to imagine the worst and make it worse. Really amp the stress until it gets to the point where it feels ridiculous and totally blown out of proportion to what presents. We’re taking these molehills and making them mountains via the use of perspective tricks ergo we can also do the flip. Drain the color from the pic, insert some cartoon sound effects. If it manifests toward your left just beyond at arms length what happens if we move that memory to the opposite end instead and imagine it sits behind? The voltage tends to shift because not only is reality plastic, my friend, but it all takes place inside your consciousness and once this clicks as lived lyrics instead of words on a screen that came from my pen you can recode your internal OS and taste freedom that can’t be bought off any shelves and isn’t spoken of in any texts.

I often wondered why school didn’t mention such things and why all of these so called founts of wisdom offered not a dribble when it came to mastering your energetics and then it clicked:

Its because people who are stressed, dense and caught up in low vibrations are easily manipulated. This makes the tills ring as people chase fruitless solutions that don’t even scratch the surface whereas those who awaken the Warrior within start to dig and the revelations can be quite amazing.

One day she forget to take her meds for blood pressure and such things and when it clicked she hadn’t popped a pill but her vitals were correct the validity of what she said was staring back from her application. Needless to say she became addicted and her family commented on how pleasant it felt to not live with a powder keg that constantly kept them on edge and stressed as the whole home environment did shift. Can you imagine the consequences for future generations from doing the Knowledge? Remember, children do not learn by what you said but what is felt in your presence and this causes all types of shifts in the traces being etched as she taught them the techniques as well which totally changed their wavelength and its so wonderful to Witness the commensurate realignment within when those triggered, once upon a when, removed the firing pin from the weapon of ignorance and made better decisions by Mastering their energetics. Or innerG. I call it this as the term is appropriate and it often helps to label these sensations so now, when it happens next, you can say:

“What is my innerG presenting? What is being called to my attention? I wonder how I can relate to this in a way, beneficial?” then see what happens. I promise you its akin to a miracle because I’ve seen people shift from Victim to Victor in an instant because they are, in the end, figments of your imagination that can have real life consequences if left unchecked as attested by the diverse range of coping mechs, pills and potions many engage in. These are then revealed as the bricks to which they used to cling and crushing them is akin to turning a hot coal of pain into a diamond of wisdom which brings a huge sense of relief as these parts simply want to be heard, acknowledged and validated. By doing this you liberate the ghosts of the past using the caring attention of the present provided by the Witness and thus can’t help but slip the grips of the red and blue shifts that previously prevented Centering in Self. Get comfortable with being uncomfortable instead of pretending it doesn’t exist. Melt the blockage via the warm light of attention that simply accepts what presents without judgement or avoidance.

Don’t believe me. Knowledge without application is worse than ignorance, unchecked. Balance the equation of your inner realms and see what you beget as this process may seem simple but its actually the basis for profound transformation in ways you cannot currently imagine until you step onto the Path of Power in a quest for Self realization in the flesh.

Till we meet again

Upping your Res

A lot of what we class as myth, superstition and the ignorance of back when is actually the remnants of a time when people decoded with a higher res. In comparison to them we are walking around with heads tuned in to a black and white TV set that is quite small, filled with static and has one speaker busted. They, on the flip, were watching exactly the same show (called Being Human, currently in its fourth season – “The Darkening”) but on a larger CRT with a comfortable seat and clearer screen thus had a generally much more immersive imperience. Those on the stage before them (“The Best of the Worst”) took it in from a cinema in which their whole kith and kin sat in chairs that were specced, perfectly for them, as they were bought hot and cold snacks, as requested. Are you starting to get the pic? Good, thats upping your res aka a side effect of doing the Knowledge.

I can show you a modern day equivalent of this as anyone who was around since the days of VHS could look at a cloud and yell “These kids are all stupid!” as they wave their fist, angrily. Would they be correct? I’ll let you tell it but it offers a great example of what I mean about the surrounding environment and information it brings that we soak up via osmosis when developing. We, Eighties jits, went out to face the world and thus saw it as exciting and multifaceted as you never quite knew what you’d get and that is what kept it interesting. It also meant that if you wanted to watch a new flick from Blockbusters that strengthened you either needed a connect who kept it behind the desk or settled for something else as slots were limited. Not that that was a bad thing, either. How many amazing B movies did you find like this and how many more flops at the box office went on to become legends thanks to rental? This is one of the big reasons why they take no risks these days as they simply can’t afford it but enough of the vagaries of the biz as we’re talking about res.

Now they view in FourK compared to the SD we accepted. They browse the flix of net and its all at their fingertips ergo more time is spent scrolling than viewing plus, if after five minutes, it isn’t appealing its onto the next. The most important thing is the texture is homogeneous as the screen pimps their consciousness with what it represents to one plane of their senses whist omitting the details. Kind of like how your ego is actually akin to an ancient compression algorithm that renders the equivalent of MPThree of feltsense from the original WAV dataset… Close, but things are missing.

Anyone who bought a wack game, back when, after being sucked in by hyped art direction will know well how it felt to persist in the challenge and trade it like hell to anyone who’ll give it a spin hence why kids coordinated their gifts to make more of less. No such thing these days so you can say their res has leapt but its also diminished as well because what do they know of social connection or walking up to someone they never met to strike a conversation? There is a lot that was once common that is now vanishing, quick, and when they, in turn, have kids certain things will be relics. Like how we imagine everyone in the Fifties was suited and booted on the reg even if nothing was going on but the rent. That whole “Work from home” thing and playing “Spot the coder” who comes to team meetings in his sweats because, without him, nothing happens has changed things around because, in this Game, that is the only constant. But that isn’t the point. The topic in this bit is the dumbing down as that is the hallmark of the circuit hence the need to up your res because its no measure of health to be well adjusted to this mess, now is it?

Lets pretend that, back when, they Knew there was a subtle invisible thing we call the Ether that linked this whole realm. No faith was needed as its presence was Self evident and thus their folks (and ones before them) did the Knowledge as they lived it. For example, lets say they refuse to buy metal on a Tuesday due to the fact it brings in problems. We, with our logic, could see no resonance but then we also miss the daze of the weak are named after planets and good old Nergal (aka Mars, Tiw and Ares himself) was fond of weapons which are made of, you guessed it, metal. Ergo, via their logic of resonance, buying in his element equals attracting more of this force into your life and this meant things had a rhythm. As you can probably guess when you are farming and working with the elements such forms of observation and notation are totally natural as they said the season had a Spirit and nature of their own which could be equivalenced to a tone or way of doing things that were in keeping or good decorum to ensure problems were minimal. To us this sounds absolutely ridiculous as we reach to our fridge to consume out of season, chemically assisted, non local, quick frozen foods which taste nowhere near as good now as they did back when as they’re hyper farmed in nutrient stripped soils then mass shelved for the plebs to select. Say, don’t suppose there could be a link, do you?

They looked at things through a bigger lens. Not so much “Me, Me, Me” as the instafacetweet generation is but with the remnants of “You are another me, together we” shreds that were left over from the Best of the Worst stage. In the one before this they were not sitting in a cinema, as per example, with kith and kin but actually watching what we’d term as hyper advanced holograms you can sense and the ones before them, an era golden which, somehow, every single culture on the planet references, they were living the lyrics and, generally, in such high resonance that to us they’d appear gods. Newsflash: We are them but the dumbing down is immense. Suddenly, for someone reading, the question of who keeps sending the prophets and with what intent just got a swift answering. This is all part of the Game and you’re welcome to play any way you wish but I choose to tune my dial to the Psylense instead hence the get free or thrive trying mindset I’ve been espousing for a minute. Its far more interesting and things may way more sense when you can “read the omens”. For example:

A businessman was out for a sip with his friends and he met a girl, most effervescent, as they were standing to get a drink. At just the moment their hands met and pleasantries were being flipped someone barged in and said “Barkeep! This champers has lost its fizz and I demand you replace it, this instant!“. The guy wasn’t a stranger to doing the Knowledge and b) this kind of stuff never happened as most people respected his space due to his presence plus c) he was always tuned into his environment. These three factors, alone, tend to create a prophecy that is Self fulfilling as it shows the world you are present and this changes the interaction as you are the cause of this projection. In this case, he recalls, he felt bewitched by her presence as it bought a lot of what he thought he was seeking and the conversation such seemed to flow with such ease that he felt he might’ve just stepped in some deep smit. That was until the drunk stockbrocker came careening in and broke the entrancement before it could stick. Now, lets break down the symbolism here:

We have a man who works in the business of dream selling and manipulation engaging his whims with a marker of the rich and he was complaining that it didn’t do what it says on the tin due a crucial element, missing. Take these variables, along with the rude awakening for one gazing in the eyes of an urban princess who had decided she couldn’t catch a big fish in her local pond where the scum swims and had moved to the big city instead and lived in a shoebox apartment with the explicit intent of making the most of her looks before she was left on the shelf as none of the men from where she springs could deliver upon the promise of a life of indolent bliss. He, of course, didn’t know that at the time but due to the nudge and wink provided by the times he kept this in mind and thus remembered the resonance of their first meeting and choose not to commit with a sense of feeling most intense even though his friends, generally, thought she was most spiffing and worthy of engagement. As time did progress and she wanted more investment a different visage revealed itself even though he’d said, off rip, that he wasn’t interested in anything serious and was quite fond of playing it by ear to see how it went. She ripped his place to shreds and vented an immense amount of rage about the months, six and ten, she’d spent warming his bed and generally presenting the image of a great hostess who would be the perfect recipient of his last name, a wedding ring and such things.

“Luckily for me I’d actually started paying attention to what kicks instead of walking through life with a numb ignorance because it certainly appears she was sent as a test. I have to admit though” he added. “I was quite skeptical, initially, as I wanted to buy what she was selling so badly but the fact that I’ve never, ever had anyone – poor or rich – act like that guy did with his drink made me suspect that the label and content of what was present may be different than whats said. This allowed me to reign it in and there were certain small tells I noticed, off rip, that told me she was eyeing up the best nest and feathers therein. I asked her what made her move to the capital and she said she was temping whilst trying to follow her dreams of making it in the art scene. Thing is I never saw her sling any ink, make a sculpture or any of what you’d expect beyond painting her nails. Ordinarily I’d have wrote this off due to her having a small apartment but if its in you, its in you. You can’t suppress it ergo you’d expect some doodles on the countless pads I left around the place or comments upon my own ink spills I did whilst in conversation on the phone with clients. That was just one thing. It was subtle but it also yelled as she was really, really good at image selling as it felt like she could tap in to what I expected and become just this. The sex was amazing. Until she revealed the vengeful bish underneath who she had been trying hard to suppress her true feels as the rage of sixteen months investment came screaming to the surface. Dodged a bullet there, my friend. Crazy bish!” he added, laughing.

The above is actually way more common than most suspect but they do not spot what is going on around them. From the girl who was all shook up that her man was banging any bit of trim he could get who clicked that they met in the park and he commented on the dogs, copulating, and how they gave not a F about having the same thing before smoothly segueing into a comment about her shapely rear end. At the time she thought his wit was flirtatious, puerile and quite endearing as well. Afterwards, through eyes rimmed red, it all made a lot of sense as the signs and symbols are always speaking but who is truly listening in a world of the spiritually deaf whose ears are closed to the lips of wisdom thanks to their own ignorance? If they were they would click that having sex with robots is inevitable considering they’ve been trained to “turn on” tech by using a symbol which is not at all subtle in what it says:

Or how Siri (flip it) intends to sit in their iris as the apple of their eye with augmented vision or how this logo, once bitten, hints that something did kick to take it from the Best of the Worst to the Darkening, back when, so now people will cling to false illumination like a drowning man a brick but that is a deeper topic. Are you listening? Like I said, practical metaphysics that may just save your skin or another one of the benefits of upping your res aka doing the Knowledge as you start noticing the blips that other miss and, after a while, a different pic emerges that makes you question everything about what it means to wear flesh in a realm where the base totality of your reality is strolling around on a planet (possible only by ludicrously tight tolerance levels) that floats through the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance and a whole host of rocks (that the ancients swore were sentient) are doing their own dance with orbits and myths that are mentioned from now to back when and into the future as well hence why BlackRock own everything and you, at this moment, are using the same frame via a screen that was repped in Kubrick’s flick as turning out the space chimps who went from head cracking to getting caught lacking by HAL doing his thing which, in the end, is just IBM with a flip who, along with Porsche, Coca Cola, Hugo Boss and Coco Chanel herself, ensured the Third Reich handled its biz whilst looking slick in the process and this brings us to the Swastika which once meant something different and, yet again, refers to what is overhead but missed by so many decoding low res as they accept the narrative that says “Run the treadmill till death to win!” without questioning the intent that furnishes this into their heads and how they cannot be the voice, talking, when they are obviously the one listening who is eternal – from one life to the next, awake or dreaming in bed and any other variables you can imagine…

It is worth noting, with wry grin, that World War One did commence on the day mentioned in links with not buying metal due to the potential for violence and thus, the old ways were proven correct. If nothing else its quite interesting to up your res as you spot all types of things others are trained to miss as, below the neck, you take in billions of bits of information per second but the voice in your head filters all of this and picks 8, at best, that it stitches into a familiar narrative of what it expects to see hence why optical illusions are readily perceived as fact to all but those the mental health system can’t wait to dose with depot injections in their rear ends for daring to question the Emperors apparent state of dress and that, in and of itself, provides an immense hint about this particular stage of the Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits but, as always, don’t believe a thing I’ve said. Matter of fact, I challenge you to prove the opposite. Thats how you truly up your res and gain strong opinions, loosely held that are constantly refined as data pours in and, sometimes, totally flipped as you chip away at your ignorance and admit you know nothing as you strive toward the next revelation…

At least, thats how I live it. Its up to you how you kick it as the potential is present for those who are willing to do the Knowledge aka the 8% who recollect the chosen choose themselves. Comprehend, my friend, that a preequisite to this is becoming Centered in Self then, from whence, you expand in all directions at the same instance meaning that this isn’t a one and done thing but a living, breathing process in which you are constantly progressing due to the dedication of effort, attention and intention as its easy to slide downhill but some of us choose to paddle upstream instead. I really am going to have to make a vid about the tractional application and steps required to attain this as kicking parables is one thing but practical metaphysics are a whole never level of innerstanding, ya dig?

Till we meet again

How Can You Be the Voice in Your Head When You Are That Which Listens?

Most don’t question the voice in their head. The schizo does and thus begin his problems as the demons of the mind begin excavating all of his stress which, usually, is immense and stems from the relationship, often fractured, with one or both parents. A long time ago there were other types of Souls that actively stepped up to the challenge and they could feel the Game shifting as the new order of the ages did its things. We call them mystics and even though a fragment of their ways remains in modern awareness most would rather Thunk of them as being set adrift on the wings of an imagination that didn’t have to worry about paying bills. That is actually a key part of it, my friend, as the Industrial Revolution which springs from the land of stiff upper lips and the emotional repression at which this hints is what birthed the modern world in which live aka the current level of the Game we play using our Souls as credits. I would like you to pretend that, right now, at this very instant the following happened:

There was suddenly a huge uprising across the planet in which everyones sexual repressions etc where all instantly lifted. That means there are no more hang ups, rigid preferences or stress. We become, in effect, like the Bonobos who use bumping and grinding as a way to make new friends or old amends. As you can imagine what we generally know of as monogamous relationships would be quite different as well as loads of knock on effects that most cannot even comprehend yet. Lets say that, in amongst all of this, there was around 8% that just couldn’t let go of their programming and way of seeing the world as it is. Well, was. It shifted, remember? How do you think it would feel for them? Better yet, lets pretend its you in this situation and you find this immense influx of free flowing sexual energetics in which everyone belongs to everyone else and its seen with as much emotional investment as releasing excrement after you’ve ate food to live. A completely natural process. Pleasurable, but not special. There is, as you’d expect, fast food and gourmet sex but its all nourishment in the end. Basically, people are now dealing with the raw energetics of the flesh and what presents versus the story which filters through their head and tells them what to expect and how it is as it aims to keep immense swathes of tension at bay and out of their awareness as they put on a performance they want ranked out of ten to tell them how to feel about themselves. How does that seem? A part of you may wish to release and fall in but another, larger aspect, is scared stiff. Ironic, as you’ll click, for all energy is creative in the end, during and beginning. But thats a deeper topic.

Well, as you have probably guessed from this thought imperiment, it can get quite difficult when you’re tuned to another resonance or, as Grandpa Simpson once said:

Take the above and flip it so that its not a case of going from tension to freedom but from genuine perception to the inauthentic and you have the plight of the ancient and modern schizophrenic aka a man out of sync with the resonance the Game transmits on this stage. Back in the days these folks were acclaimed as the Shamans, Seers and Sages of the age who pushed the pen (and spiritual envelope as well) to manifest what we’d call miracles. If you’re wondering why nothing special happens these days in comparison to even recent history that had a smattering of people making predictions or, like Van Gogh, so subtly attuned to the lifes electromagnetic currents that he painted the background cosmic radiation into his images which most rejected but modern science attests is correct then you can thank the other aspect of the Industrial Revolution which made beasts out of men:

The pharmacratic inquisition aka you will take your pills and feel nothing. Its why I can, with a confidence quite correct, be certain that within a decade or three you’ll see an immense belt of suicides among those on long term depressives. Scientists (who can tell you what Pharaoh ate for breakfast) will be “baffled as to whats causing it” but then, right on cue, a miraculous cure will be found and people will, once again, be discontent with what what happens inside their awareness as they use pills and potions to tamp it. What you will be seeing, my friend, is the same old schizo scripts in a new dress. They may have a new molecular bind or different spin but, at their base, they will be anti-psychotics hence why the Warrior says that a breakdown could actually be a breakthrough to higher consciousness as sometimes its the cracked gourd that lets pour what was always hidden via the steady influx of the System which is designed to pimp men from the moment they step into the flesh till they’re beyond this realm and being prepped for a reskin with free mindwipe thrown in. To all still reading I ask:

How can you be the voice in your head when you are that which listens?

Its something I have bought up, again and again as it highlights, really well, the nature of the trick which is as invisible as a glass maze to a fish that swims in the ocean. For glitz and giggles lets pretend that somebody pumped in a low dose amount of psychedelics so we have some trippy piscean seas that they navigate with ease for they think the illusions in front of them, that all accept, are totally solid and real, beyond question. Imagine that some kid came and scooped you up, bagged you and drove you home to his place where you were now captive. Difference is the water is pure and untainted. You would naturally think the new stasis is a problem as what you expected is now missing but, after a while, your awareness would shift and you may start to question which is the deamlike illusion and what is true said? Lets pretend he gets bored and instead of flushing you down the toilet does the nice thing and takes you back to exactly where you left. What do you think would happen next as you reentered the ocean to meet old friends and acquaintances who said:

“Where you been, man? Haven’t seen you in ages?”.

That is akin to describing a sphere to the residents of Flatland, yes? Welcome to my life my friends as me and time seeming have a strange relationship and my ex, death, is super jealous and keeps popping up, here and then, to place a kiss on my lips and let the rest know who runs it. Add into the mix the Prime, the pre-existing one who is me and I am him in the same sense that a cloud floating overhead in the tropics is linked with the same (but denser) vibration of a frozen snowman and the psychospiritual equivalent of the sun that manifests as pure intuition that brings the voltage to shift resonance as well as pushing the pen like this to the denizens of the Valley of the Plebs who are, in general, so well adjusted to mass social sickness that they don’t even comprehend what the Game is or how they play it using their Soul as a credit which offers them skin developed in the belly of a mother, numbed, dumbed down, programmed and stressed who will, invariable, damage what she brings in to some degree or increment before life weaves its magic spell and two words shatter your inner realms whilst the System programs you to run the treadmill for bio-survival tickets as you amuse your Self to death in a state of ignorance you mistake for wisdom and then run from gnosis when it presents. Why? Because the voice in your head said:

“I do not like thing!“.

And you nodded, responded and felt your lips moving as you yelled:

“I do not like thing!“.

Puppets on a string hate to admit the illusion that fools them much like the new fish on the block running an internal OS way different to stock now takes in the seas he swam in previously with a far greater level of fidelity so his peers say:

“He’s off his meds. Did you hear what he said? Got abducted by something called a “Human” that kept him in his room and fed him but, get this, he says something called “water” exists and ours is different hence we’re all tripping and seeing things that don’t exist beyond a collective hallucination we take personal. I don’t know about you but that accordion playing unicyclist has been over there since I was a kid”.

The other nods his head and if this mystic fish should press and ask how the F they even know what that is and means or, better yet, how many have actually went over to touch it and reality test? They’d look at him with scorn as they believe the lies their eyes tell, the story in their head and their own version of the treadmill they’re busy running. If he took it upon himself to push the limits he’d find its not welcome as he comes face to faceless with a glass maze erected in the ocean of their minds and then he’d draw his own conclusions which, no doubt, would have some of them thinking he needs a tinfoil turban.

And yet, from our lens, we see a river next to a factory which dumps in toxic overspill and the glass maze in question is the remnants of a huge statue which did deign to sink, back when, as an earthquake did its thing. To them it was “out of sight, out of mind” but the fish who were born into this learned to move around it as its limits were initially invisible and hurt like hell when they bumped against it but, eventually, they became well trained to that which they don’t comprehend and thats when the trips kicked in. You know the rest, yes?

Life on Earth is pretty much like this and the schizos, back when, were the equivalent of canaries in the mines when it comes to collective consciousness and how it was about to dip into a lens that was totally material. Remember, the Shamans excelled at mastering the senses and haven’t you thought it strange that every single culture on the planet has tales of invisible things that toted some pretty fantastic skills that they evidently believed in like they’d seen them and dealt as well? Handy as we see the upswing in aliens at present as some believe they built the ancient edifices modern science says were mere temples or homes for the dead (even though they encode immense amounts of information about the planet, its size, orbit and the rest) plus they won’t even get into whats sunk in the ocean or resting under the ice caps which, once upon a when, were the original fertile crescent hence why they sell and tell Santa Claus instead or, when flipped, why the Devil has a trident and what it truly meant, back when.

See the Game cheats. It recycles and that is why the gods of one age become evil on the next spin as the forces at the helm need you to believe in their particular form of BS as its the wavelength they send to those tuning in to this session they’re broadcasting. Always has been, always will because only in the age that is golden is man intuitively one with everything as they comprehend higher dimensional consciousness that could, potentially, dip in resonance to become the equivalent of Flatland where the people doth trip in order to keep their immense wavelength locked in to such a low rate of oscillation whilst being scared of death who, in the end, simply reminds them to recollect what they were made to forget:

That they are immortal. An aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one made flesh who currently swims in seas, Adulterated, with hallucinogens pumped in to keep them numb and at a distance as they pretend the maze of of modern civ the Industrial Revolution did erect with the intent, back when, of making machines of men and this dream, at present, is about to be realized, real quick, as Siri slides into your iris and makes you the apple of her eye, augmented, as Techno Sapiens enter via stage left for the next level of this Game we all play by using our Souls as credits which are then filled with the tales we tell, sell and accept as Self evident when, in reality, they’re simply relative to our current level of ignorance hence why you’ll hear me say, time and again:

Do the Knowledge, my friend. As he who does may write lefts as I just did or, better yet, something equally new and unexpected because if one man looks within and sees it as I said then it could be delusion, correct? If two replicate and then there is a mass motion in which many report the same things then we may just be onto something (as opposed to one something aka the opiate of the masses) as we get that Bonobo revolution, as promised, but in the spiritual sense which brings a mass exodus from this realm and that, my friend, the Slave/Masters will not like one bit as their bottom line takes a hit as each Soul, to them, is a commodity to be pimped from one life to the next hence the mindwipe effect, maze and drip, drip, drip of intoxicants. Not to mention the side effects of the media binge that saturates your awareness and is as invisible as water to a fish along with EM signals that do much the same thing but science say, once again, are “Safe and effective” when reality states different as we see shores filled with whales, grounded, and birds doing the same thing. Have you ever actually looked into the official explanations for such things? They are patently ridiculous and completely circumvent the uptick of said things plus anyone who has been around a bit will attest that people are seeming less and less human and much more robotic since the streaming age kicked in and everyone wants to be a celeb, despite, often, having no talent or skills. Could there be a link? I’ll let you tell it…

Not to mention how obviously most people hate themselves hence the uptick in plastic surgeons and such things as we dwell on the surface of ignorance after having fell at the first hurdle and its challenge when those two words, back when, shattered your inner realms and instead of going back to help you kept on stepping as they trained you to run the treadmill just as the voice in your head directs to tick off the Supposed To boxes because then, and only then, will life finally be perfect and worth living.

Newsflash skip, it won’t. Nothing changes till you do hence do the Knowledge, reality test and prove me incorrect because, as far as I can tell, what I’ve sketched above is around 81% accurate and that is always a work in progress due to my strong opinions, loosely held. If something new comes in that flips it on its head then best believe I’m walking on my palms for a minute to comprehend and make sense of the old arrangement in light of new information. Then we do it all again aka upping your res. All of that said, I shall repeat the question and see if you decode the Matrix on a different wavelength this spin:

How can you be the voice in your head when you are that which listens?

Question everything as nothing is what it seems and its all a test. If you can manage to overcome this obstacle and the illusion it presents I assure you the verdant vistas its obscured from your awareness since it settled into its role at the helm will cause you to ponder, at depth, about the intricate elegance of this illusion and that is akin to killing the (false) self only to resurrect it back to its true resonance which makes one look at the rest very, very different as life, death and all in between as well take on a whole nother depth because there is an immense difference between hearing something and being told you heard it, dig?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

I will say now there is a very valid reason that most will not want to do this as they are perfectly content in their velvet lined rut of ignorance as they live lives of quiet desperation that play out just as they expect even though they’re bored to death and super stressed with the hand thats dealt. Not everyone is capable of awakening the Warrior within on this spin and there are dangers to deprogramming that I would be remiss not to mention as this is a solo quest into the depths of ignorance and who knows what we may find within but one thing I can attest, for certain, is this:

You have heard the old adage that we only use ten percent of our brain, yes? Well, that (like a lot of artful deceptions in this realm) is only partially correct. A better way of stating is you don’t actualize ninety percent of your potent aka Inner Sense. That is what the voice in your head is busy obscuring (and the predator of consciousness is syphoning) but getting back to this place means coming face to faceless with a whole load of things most would rather die than admit and that is why the caged bird sings as people soothe their ills with coping mechs designed to hide the stress that they know there is a maze in the ocean and they dimly recollect a time when their vision wasn’t swimming with illusions as they stroll around a planet that is strewn with myths and legends that state we class as the peak of civilization is actually the dregs and we, individual and collective, are languishing at depths which is why the best left and this is what you get hence why reality is currently the definition of insanity, and yet, those who see this are classed as outsane which is why you should read this all back again as you decode the waves I’m surfing and increase your res.

The Warrior comprehends what I’ve said and applies it. The Slave stopped reading at the third run on sentence and this design is intended as I speak, primarily, to the 8% capable of Knowing the Ledge as the rest are simply too well attuned to such immense social sickness that they daren’t question. He who does, wins as you, in effect, are recoding your internal OS way above factory standard (ie plebeian) and thus can reject the suggestions of the predator of consciousness, master your energetics and apply your intent to map higher realms and dimensions of this immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. And thats just the start of the emancipation but, on the way, you may just start noticing quite how ridiculous a lot of what most accept is and that, my friend, is akin to no longer sleepwalking in the Valley of the Plebs believing you’re “only human” when the simple truth is that without you (ie your awareness) none of this exists.

Till we meet again

Came a Long Way and Still Have So Far to Go

I’ve came a long way and still have so far to go. Each step lightens my Soul because I choose not to fold or bend the knee when the odds are against me. Can you comprehend how it feels to walk in these shoes? One day you will. Am I speaking from a position or wisdom or ignorance? I cannot say yet but will attest that each step has me revealing the former whilst chipping the latter and this brings its own type of suffering. Why? Because the further I glimpse into the nature of this realm and decode its programming language the more obvious it becomes that everything is as intended.

That is a really bitter pill to swallow. Especially for one with a revolutionary mindset that is the original rebel without a pause. And yet, I have to stop and think. For what end? With what intent? Its one to wish to conquer everything but when one is left without a challenge then the tears start flowing because nothing else is quite as intense as the chief definite aim around which you base your existence. Mine is liberation. I’m not there yet but am willing to forego anything in terms of my temporal satisfaction in order to achieve this because I truly do not like manifesting on this planet, again and again, with a memory wipe thrown in between incarnations.

Count yourself lucky if you have no imperience of this nor suspect its even possible because I can most certainly assure you it is. Not that you should listen and just accept it, verbatim. That would be foolish. I’m a broken man with shattered dreams that has been put through the mill since he stepped in and the pressure never seems to relent. If this is what it takes to get free or thrive trying then it explains why a lot of you will stay stuck to the wheel of time for a great many incarnations because the ride is so hypnotic and convincing that to question it seems ludicrous. The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Add into the mix various elements and interests that know this and profit from normalizing ignorance whilst bringing the worst to the surface and broadcasting it across the planet and you see why an appetite for destruction is part of the programming along with a feeling of being incomplete or imperfect so they seek solutions anywhere but inside them and that ensures that live, die, repeat is the way they step onto the psycho-social treadmill that is endorsed by all celebs, the rich and famous. “Be like us!” they say, with a grin. What they keep secret is they’re actually miserable within and being used by a pimp that placed his hooks in to elevate them for their position. The rings and things they sing about and the clout are just there to make the trick more attractive and ensure the take home percentage fattens anothers pockets with their effort.

And yet, this is how its supposed to be. The pedigree of tyranny is so ancient on this planet and so miscomprehended that it makes me wonder about the intent behind this creation and that unfolds a whole different spiral of consciousness as one starts to examine their relationship to the node along with their propagation of the thinking due to their implicit acceptance. We all want to get ahead, have shiny things, command respect and be seen as something special. This is actually the wounded child within that wants nothing else from its parents than to be Witnessed and encouraged. None of us get this. At least, not as we wish. The lack creates a schism that is then exploited and filled with all kinds of isms and the (false) self pops into existence to take over your incarnation and its so convincing with its rhetoric that you think you’re it.

Its like sliding into a dream and then forgetting your real existence as the one dozing because the images are so strong and vivid. In that respect I rose from this slumber and the true nature of the Game is horrifying. And yet, its all as intended. That obviously means I’m missing something at the moment that needs a greater perspective and this state of perfection is toward what I’m striving but its such a wild predicament that it can be entirely tempting to wish to be plugged in again. Except, that can’t happen. Its impossible, my friend. Once a mind has been expanded it never shrinks back to its original limits and thus if you’re going through hell the best advice you’ll get is keep going.

I’ve came a long way and still have so far to go. Each step lightens my Soul because I choose not to fold or bend the knee when the odds are against me. All in the Game, yes? Exactly as intended. And yet there are levels to this because whilst your existence may be scripted and you’re actually little more than a meat marionette that is being force fed impulses that you chalk up as your own preferences then write the cheque which results in a credit or debit of your consciousness which all but forces another incarnation because you only step out with what you came in:

Nothing. To be more accurate, no thing. See how a little space is so powerful? Add it to imperfect and the truth is revealed because you were born to be thee in a time everyone wants to be anyone but themselves. They say in an era of universal deception the truth is the song the revolutionary sings. Usually they nail him to a cross and then celebrate his death whilst twisting his messages for coming generations. Exactly as intended, yes? See, things like this make me question the paradigm or my own resonance and that is a side effect of the Warrior mindset because only one who still has that pep in his step can flex his awareness and look outside of the reality tunnel they’ve been digging and ask “Wait a minute, where exactly is this headed and who laid the blueprint?“.

Thats what nearly got me killed previously because by doing this I veered off the script and that was corrected via the power of sex, drugs and hypnosis. Told you you’re sleep walking and that moment for me was my initiation into the Game as its most basic and advanced levels as I had to sink to the depths in order to ascend. Where am I now? Somewhere near a state of equilibrium. Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate it but click that pretty much all of everything you take for granted was, for me, never an option and the things that I can do may seem like fairytales or pure made up fantasy but that is the way it is because this realm constantly recycles the same elements ergo if you are served eight entrees then don’t expect a main meal or even your just desserts. Much like the term suggests I’m perched at the entrance to this realm and thus am in but not of the entire human experience which affords a different perspective as my Soul extends from higher dimensions.

Is that the true cause of my resistance? I suspect it is, much to the chagrin of the Slave/Masters. The rest won’t even suspect it exists as a potential within them even though the fact they see so well behind closed eyelids when dozing should be an immense hint that maybe, just maybe, the schizophrenics are onto something when they say something outside of them is presenting impulses to their awareness. They are, in that respect, malfunctioning mystics and that is a huge problem as its akin to being given the latest smartphone with all the bells and whistles then installing the software from a primitive brick that scrambles its circuits and doesn’t work as intended.

Reality has many wavelengths. The Game you are all decoding at the moment is the most base. Totally stripped of nuance and details its a basic question of procreation with as much consumption as you can handle that is designed to obscure the reason behind the thirst that cannot be quenched. What you are seeking is not of this realm but is in it, nonetheless.

The sheer levels of information, the bioluminescent sparks from within and the datastream we swim in as we interact with others is entirely dizzying. This is what I intuit the autistic person clicks as they are not numb, as most said, but actually hypersensitive to whats going on inside them. Imagine being hit with a flashbang of emotion each time you blinked that whited out your vision and made your ears ring and you’ll have a pretty accurate perspective of whats happening to them as they decode their personal wavelength. On the flip if humanity hadn’t been dragged down to the lowest and most basic depths we’d feelsee what we miss and the answers would be obvious because we’d start asking the right questions. Of course, like schizos, its not a one size fits all thing because the medical establishment really enjoys labelling problems and pushing pills to manage symptoms whilst ignoring the underlying cause but, remember, exactly as intended. Here is where it gets interesting:

You can choose whether or not you wish to be in resonance with this. Sure, it may cost you everything and others may see you as turning your back on them but liberation is intensely personal and spiritual development is a solo sport at its essence. What happens when you get there? At some point you’ll stop, look back and think:

“I’ve came a long way and still have so far to go. Each step lightens my Soul because I choose not to fold or bend the knee when the odds are against me“.

Can you comprehend how it feels to walk in these shoes? One day you will. Am I speaking from a position or wisdom or ignorance? I cannot say yet but will attest that each step has me revealing the former whilst chipping the latter and this brings its own type of suffering. Why? Because the further I glimpse into the nature of this realm and decode its programming language the more obvious it becomes that everything is as intended, I am powerfully protected and this is my last spin in the Game.

Till we meet again

Paddling Upstream in a Downhill World

Someone once asked me “Why can’t you just go with the flow? Why do you always have to go against the grain and drive everyone insane?“. I replied “No point in answering because you won’t get it anyway”. See, the thing with the half crazed is they think they’re fully sane as they’re well adjusted to the world and its ways which are profoundly sick, so what does that make them? See that? Thats where dissonance rears its head and says “We don’t want to think or view through that lens” because the thing with the truth is you know when you hear it because you feel it in your chest but most people have spent their life honing the skill of ignoring their inner realms till they no longer get the message as its numbed out of their wavelength.

Yeah, it sure is strange but the Warriors way can be defined in a simple statement:

Its about paddling upstream in a downhill world because thats where you feel you belong and you’ll do whatever it takes to ascend as the rest are quite content to sink to the depths of ignorance. Granted not only does the sea of other people get in the way but so do all of the obstacles they create that keeps them in that lane. Along the way there are bears who sit there and wait for just such a knave to come their way as they, the kings and queens celebrate their place and set the pace for those who congregate and have no idea why royals in reverse reveals their true aim. The last thing they expect is an Ace because at that point the charade they played is over because they know, he’ll go his own way because he’s not in phase with this crooked world and its ways. This, of course they hate because there are a few he meets on his way who have often thought the same way but never had the courage to about face and see what lies if they brace themselves against the current and go where their Inner Sense takes them. Most are worried and scared about not only the world out there but the one within and are so desperate to fit in that they’ll acquiesce and give into the whims of others who know less than them and then reason it off with “Eh, its all sink or swim and its not my problem so lets see where we’re heading”. Right into a whirlwind of ignorance like lemmings and a cliff which is what they intend but by then its too late for those who drift through a vapid existence filled with endless distractions because they never once stopped to think aka Know the Ledge:

“Who built this? For what reason do we swim according to the voice in our head when it seems so foolish and in direct contradiction to what I can feel in my limbs as my chest carries a different message“.

There is a schizophrenic edge that filets societies best before they even get a chance of developing an inkling that somethings wrong with the mission they’ve been sent and the rest never stood a chance because they’ve got the acumen of house plants. Actually thats a slight to the flora and fauna in this Game because they’ve shown, time and again, that they have a wisdom we should celebrate and a few of the fun guys even pack within the tools required to leap beyond this dimensional experience and yet people still don’t get what it means to be in the flesh, what was before and what to expect as they’re caught up in the moment whilst doing their best trying to avoid having to think for themselves because the pressure is immense when 8 billion swim with their head up their rear end and no one dare mention: “Why is it so dark and whats that awful smell?”, hence:

Paddling upstream in a downhill world thats two stops removed from hell because even if the devil were to stroll in from the wings and say “Surprise!” they still wouldn’t believe him or the truth about this realm because the programming that was poured in which said “Swim, little fish, swim and then at the end you’ll get a helping of the best you’ve never had and won’t you be so glad that you listened to what we said?”. The horse in animal farm believed the same thing. Right up until the pigs turned him into glue sticks but by then it was too late hence:

Paddling upstream in downhill world because thats where my Inner Sense says I’ll find what I’m seeking since I first started questioning the narrative, back when that led to the lightshow of sperm and egg on this spin aka rendering the the in, visible. See, thats the real big bang as we are everything and thus you observe the invisible rendered visible as it dips in resonance (much like we only decode a tiny slice of the EM spectrum and mistake our delusion for clear vision) like a cloud overhead that rains and falls before being frozen as a sentient snowman who thinks:

“I am this form, this shape and limits. We accept the ways of the holy coal and then the spirited carrot comes next. Death to the infidels who choose to do the opposite with their weird rituals and such things. They are all together wicked and the world will be better once we kill them as he hath favored our undertakings!”.

Kind of foolish when seen from the view of true sentience, yes? Hence paddling upstream in a downhill world, my friend. Getting back to how you ended up here with flesh wrapped around unfinite sentience:

The embryo shifts and resonates through all kinds of shapes before finally settling on the image in which man is made. But, we’ve been trained to see only one end of the scale as it carries a heavy weight and that is what the illusory yet sensate world creates. On the other end of this is what never dips in its ascent even though it sees so well this realm as this is the higher aspect of your Self that makes it all happen. Think of it like this:

Imagine a glove puppet gained sentience and had enough forbearance and presence to examine his circumstance it would quickly intuit that there is something within which commands its motions and extends far beyond where it ends which would leave it quite perplexed. If it turned, on the other hand, to its friend in the show and said “Are you sure we’re independent and not controlled by a something else?” you can be sure his reply would fit in the shape of this sentence:

“Why can’t you just go with the flow? Why do you always have to go against the grain and drive everyone insane?”. See, the thing is people hate anything that threatens the way they’ve been taught to Thunk it is because the mind virus which infects the living releases antibodies which kill peoples Spiritual Immune Systems and that (in this sense) means that which extends beyond the physical realm and thus they are puppets of their own ignorance and how they choose to spend their attention ergo free thought is a threat for those who can’t afford to pay attention as it swiftly brings in the puppet strings that have them, their friends, family and kids, dancing.

Nobody can admit that. Not even to themselves as it feels like a slight against their intelligence but what if thats the trick, my friend?

The nature of the program is that most will accept the script they are handed and its solidified before they hit ten laps around the sun. For many, thats it – they’re done. After that they’re merely painting the door or changing the fence as to knock down the building and examine upon what its been built comes as an immense threat to themselves, their parents and heritage as “This is what they did and who am I to question it?” – even if they, themselves, are totally miserable, dripping in coping mechanisms and generally hate every facet of their existence. This is the power of learned helplessness aka why tazed dogs sit in a cage they could escape, if they wished. Such is the power of conditioning, my friend. For some the reason why they were legally forced to spend nearly two decades sitting still and looking ahead as they regurgitate what another said on the test for praise and acumen starts to make sense. For others I’m simply singing to the deaf. 81/11/8. Get in where you fit in as class is in session:

They are shackled up alone within the bars of their Mind Made Prison but they refuse to accept the truth because of the implications therein (and lack of examination) so the go with flow, content in the misery of fitting in and taking what little reprieve they can get as they’re watched over by the queen and king who look at the joker and grin as he is the one who bought them in to this realm with the tricks he excels in. After why do you think the circus has three rings and some people find clowns so terrifying? Could it be the link with the machine elves people said they’ve Witnessed when under the influence of a trip and, inadvertently, set a trap that others can’t wait to fall in as it never seems to click that get what you expect, in and out of the flesh as its an entirely mental realm and I mean that in both senses of the word which is why intent is the high card in the deck and one you can play everywhen as it can take you where you wish as long as you know exactly what you’re asking.

And that, in a nutshell, is the problem, See, people have little trust for themselves and yet are implicitly believing that voice in their head. So much so that they forget that there was a time when it wasn’t present and instead there were fresh tactile signals, waves of emotion and other blips that washed and coursed throughout their awareness which was totally fresh, each moment, and constantly changing. Then it became stagnant aka Adulteration. You were cut off from lifes inherent radiance so they could send you a light bill instead and thats the whole “Head in rear end” thing as it took the first, single digit, stretch to ensure you were artfully broken and the next chunk prepped you to run the treadmill and what comes next is as you expect for most just accept what they said without ever stropping to check the intent. Madness, isn’t it?

The truth of this is Self evident as its why babies cry in the presence of those who are dark within, no matter how much they try and grin as they fawn over them. They feel what consumes the other as a threat to their resonance and make their presence felt via their yelps and cries for attention. There is a much deeper level to this which is a Bright and Dark Souls thing which hints at the true problem of why the wounded womb hurts the seeds it brings in but that is another topic. Up until about three to six you’ll note the glow starts to dim and after that it progresses at a rate, exponential, as they fall for the spells and rights of cursive along with countless other rituals the king and queen wave over their Slaves to ensure they never click the true nature of the grift. Then comes the Ace aka one who has awakened the Warrior within. They are often classed using words like “Difficult, just won’t listen, thinks he knows everything and refuses to settle” as their school report often says:

“Is intelligent but far too easily distracted and frequently disruptive” ranging to “Is a a flat out menace who all the teachers detest and can’t wait to teach him a lesson“. This is the same reason you find that those who progress more and more in the realm academic tend to become equally rigid in their mindsets which is something echoed in plenty of sub Reddits where people constantly gaslight each other into the reality tunnels they accepted, back when, even if it makes them miserable. Something something company thats kept etc etc, yes?

Its all an elaborate trick but you already knew this and yet most won’t admit it to their Self because of the implicit threat that it brings to the predator of consciousness who actually sits at the helm and controls their actions in, and beyond, this realm because its via your tacit investment and acceptance of its illusions that you’ll get reskinned and then, join the rest. Paddling downstream takes no effort. Heck, they even reward you for it but what if the contraption they spent nearly two decades training you to handle isn’t your friend and is part of the problem? I’m speaking about your internal OS, my friend, as there was a time when people leapt into the currents of consciousness and felt the waves against their skin as they learned to swim and, eventually, they built boats for their own amusement to go on further treks as a collective but this imperative was flipped then pimped into the modern social thing which is, currently, being razed to the ground so they can rebuild man in the image of Techno Sapiens hence why now, more than ever, it would behoove one to get paddling upstream in a downhill world because once people start sexing robots (which they will) then its a wrap for finding the exit as they’ll slow the process of death by extending the teleomere limit and all types of tricks so that voice in your head extends its reign and we become localized biocircuits in a global web which descends from another realm with an intent most dare not comprehend aka the arm in your rear end that made you its puppet, back when.

How much of your reality exists solely in your head? How many of your concepts have you dared to research the opposite perspective on? Can you pretend to be that which you detest in order to see via their lens? If your best friends internals and character were scooped out and placed within the flesh of one you hated would it change your relationship or would things still kick like they did? These are the types of things I’ve been wondering since back when as I didn’t have a choice but learn to paddle as those who step in with a mission etched in their chest are the first targeted via this System of suppression that makes beasts of men and then puts the beats on them. Its so brutally efficient and unfeeling, yes? That is why, in order to find liberation, one must be totally disconnected hence the reverse confessions of the Kemetians who clicked they’re the cloud and anything they try and stick to the snowman is, at best, an illusion and, worst, evil minded deception from a cruel intent that uses ignorance as a weapon against those it made like this.

I share this in the hope that something clicks and you’re inspired to think whilst its still an option because once that new and improved wetware kicks in via low level augmentation of your thought process its a wrap for those plugged in as the kings, queens and jokers will seem invisible whilst everyone belongs to everyone else instead and the Ace will be, stealthily, removed from the deck as people will be born well adjusted to the System and what it says. And yet, even then, there are those who will find ways to get around all of this because the thing with the Warrior within is he is akin to a concrete rose that cracks the pavement to announce his presence and thus people cannot help but pay attention as it awakens something powerful and primal within them that, currently, is hidden beneath layers upon layers of conditioning, willful ignorance and as many coping mechanisms as they can handle.

Some coals had no chance but become diamonds. You could say its why I push the pen as I’m built for this. You may be as well, my friend, and capable of even more than you expect but unless you start paddling upstream and daring to go against the grain then who can tell what gifts lie within? What, actually, keeps you in the grip of a life unexamined beyond the voice in your head, the inertia it begets and a near total ignorance of what kicks beneath the surface as they, handily, never mentioned such things on the official syllabus where you spent nearly two decades learning how to be well adjusted to such immense social sickness that it becomes invisible to the fish who are now acclimatized to the hallucinogenic toxin that is pumped into their environment and they accept as natural when it clearly isn’t.

Do the Knowledge, my friend. If not for nothing else then to prove my view incorrect as I’m ready to hear you on FM.

Till we meet again

The Ability to Indure

In a world of sixty second abs and whatever quick fix the System pimps the ability to indure in most people is severely underrepresented which is why it forms the basis of the Warriors mindset. Simply put there is no other way for the coal to become a diamond or for man to morph into alchemist because, in the end, this life is built upon information and that is always open to interpretation hence the there are no accidents, only opportunities mindset.

Imagine, for a moment, you discovered a horrifying truth about yourself:

That the life you’ve lived, invested in and believed was authentic is nothing more than an elegant deception from another realm that was poured into your head as your awareness was taken over by a predator of consciousness.

How did you come to this realization? Pick any one of a million methods. A vital relationship could have ended in a way most unexpected that pulled the rug out from under your dreams and expectations or you could have danced with death but lived to tell the difference as well as a magical trip provided by a mycologist friend. The options are endless. All that matters is that you started to comprehend, real quick, that you were previously like a fish that was swimming in the ocean with a bowl that extends from your mid.

Now this construction is nigh on invisible as its made this way and it stealthy prevents access to the full resonance of the seas depth by keeping you enmired in its own fabrication. In the above examples a crack or chip was introduced into it and, for some, it outright shattered leaving them face to faceless with something that felt way more intense and possessed a familiar newness that they’d almost forgotten they once possessed. The question is what came over them? 8 billion Souls would protest they’re in the grip of a predator in their midst but that is what makes the scam so enticing as what greater trick than the Opponent handing his mind to the Victim who then gladly invests in whatever narrative they set. Ah, you have to admire it as its so efficient and beautiful that only a fallen angel could imagine something so nefarious and elegant in order to trap a species by weaving a dream within a dream that seems really real. That is, until you awaken.

A man said that when you’re going through hell, keep going and that advice is a relevant now as it was, back when as nothing changed on this stage but the way one engages with ignorance as at the start of this crest there were those who questioned the narrative and caught what was happening. Of course they were put to death and their methods struck from the record as the first rule of business is one must protect their investment and, in terms of the predator class, that is human ignorance of the real sketch and how it relates to incarnation on this planet. In many ways life as it stands present a test of resolve for ones who dare awaken the Warrior within to glimpse the truth in times of near universal deception. Maybe thats just my way of playing the Game? Your mileage could, and should, vary but Know this:

If the only steps you’ve taken have been along the psychosocial treadmill then you are, most definitely, being pimped. In many ways the people, events and circumstances you see as obstacles are actually highlighting the way to Self actualization whilst, simultaneously, testing your resolve to see if you’re truly ready to live your lyrics. Now, for most, this may seem to be a radical concept but the Warrior comprehends that this realm takes place inside his awareness ergo all we ever interact with are nothing more or less than figments of our imagination ergo if you change how you relate to them within the external, by definition, must also shift. We are born into a spiritual war, my friend, and that battle takes place inside your flesh as there are forces vying for control of your existence via the concepts they provide and all types of things that are designed to seem plausible, attractive or even self evident. Its only when one reality tests the family heirloom labelled “gold” that you inherited, back when, that the architect of deception makes presence felt with some finger waving:

To declare war upon ones (false) self is akin to killing the familiar misery that most cherish as a) they were conditioned this way and b) they never thought of examining the script to see in whose ink it was writ or the depth of the reality tunnel it instructs them to dig. I mean, if that old stuff worked, perfect, your life would reflect it, yes? Well, does it? Granted, many are quite comfortable and numb with the hand that was dealt and some even find this place to be heaven sent but what if you Knew, for certain, that you have been constantly recycled with new flesh, a faulty internal OS and, worse still, at the end life hands you a bill in death for which you accept you’re liable when, in reality, you are no such thing. Such was the basis of gnosis that built the Pyramids as they comprehended the shadows depth hence get free or thrive trying was their mindset. Now, I’m not saying one shouldn’t live. Far from it, my friend, but it does behoove the Warrior to humble themselves and see beyond the limits that were placed on their vision. Call it a Cave, a Stage or Matrix. Its all the same thing and this is the reason, I suspect, we are so keen to fall for illusions as its to what we are accustomed. If the truth does present people will, on spec, reject it as it doesn’t fit the template with which they were programmed as there are forces which wish nothing less than your total enSlavement to their whims. This is what the silicon hell of Techno Sapiens will gift to the masses and you can tell this will be readily accepted as people, generally, cannot stand who they are which speaks of an immense schism at some layer of their consciousness, hitherto unexamined.

This is the fruit that springs from the orchard of wisdom I’ve termed Doing the Knowledge as it forces one to reality test and then you can expect the Game (and those plugged in) to enact their scripts to prevent this gnosis hence why lunatics fill insane asylums and all sing the same hymn but none connect the dots which they’ve linked to generate a cogent narrative about what may be happening in the dark recesses of their mind and Spirit. If you trust a liar who is to blame, in the end? I’d say your Self as there is a perverse kind of pleasure involved in all of this hence my suggestion of changing your mode of relation by examining the energetics. Don’t spend too long with this as it too can devolve into mere navel gazing as action without traction is akin to spiritual masturbation in that sense.

The reason I flipped the script from E to I is because its an internal process ergo the ability to indure is a subtle effect via which one can gain immense strength aka the coal to a diamond effect. The previous vibration tends to misdirect ones attention hence words are thoughts held hostage and its the subtle energetics of them we intend to set free whilst comprehending we are the one who makes all possible in this realm and pulling away from the over identification with content which, by design, misses the context and thus leads to immense amounts of stress, regrets and problems that were, are and will be, entirely optional. That may seem like a radical concept to one born plugged in and scared to death of disconnecting from that which pimps their awareness but those emanations are simply the fingerprints of a predator of consciousness that does not want you figuring out its cheap tricks. In many ways its slings are the first one must learn to endure as it will use whatever it can to wrestle back its grip and if this fails the same manifestation kicks in the lips of your friends and fam as well as there is but one mind that is shared among the plebs hence why so many of their thoughts are generic. I mean, that should have become Self evident since the advent of the tech revolution, yes? Haven’t you noticed how everything is a retread, reboot or spin off these days as well as the inevitable sequel whereas you can compare the previous decades and note each carried its own wavelength, style and resonance. Since the double Oh era kicked in we’ve seen a rush to the average which, amusingly, is mirrored with people fracturing into either extreme right or left wing positions. Neither of them seem to comprehend the beast that sits in the mid and operates via the Hegelian Dialectic as it intends to answer their calls for tyranny with a song they are already humming. Read this article about the plastic surgery gen if you wish to glimpse the concept at depth as those who succumb obviously couldn’t indure and succumb, instead, to the pressure of fitting in (and living for) anothers expectations.

For the Warrior this is not living but subsisting as they comprehend the coherence of the consciousness that extends from beyond this realm and is filtered, split then rearranged before being dressed in the threads of its parents combined heritage to manifest the vehicle they use to interact with the planet and thus to overly identify with it means you’re peering through the microscope and missing the tele effect that can lead one to intuit and open the third eye that sits in the mid and sees, perfect. These are some of the gifts that come to the coal who becomes a diamond. Along the way you can expect to disconnect from a lot of long term friends, family and partnerships because you may just come to view them different. At least, that is how it was for me. Your mileage could lead someplace else as I have seen others who, once awakened, lift the ship of their kindred spirits and that is a beautiful thing but there is a good reason why Jesus chilled with the drunks, whores and pimps in the tavern as they were the only ones willing to admit their suffering and listen to what he said as the rest were too well adjusted to the lives they accept. That and the “Who are you to tell me anything? I’ve known you since you were a kid!” means they can’t see past their own preconceptions mixed in with the fact that your evolution signals they are remaining stagnant.

Its a cold world out there, my friend, hence Self development is a solo sport but the ironic thing is that you, literally, become one with everything and can’t help but feel an immense sense of empathy for them as they are nothing more (or less) than projections of your consciousness here to help you get to where you were destined so don’t hate, congratulate as you take the steps on the Path you create by walking as all Warriors master their energetics and thus turn the coals of potential problems into diamonds of actualized greatness as they comprehend the Game plays out inside their awareness.

Till we meet again

The Character You Are Playing in the Game

The character you are playing in the Game isn’t you any more than an actor on a set reciting a script. In many ways what you see on the screen is a down to Earth approximation of reality that is written, edited and then performed in a condensed version as they use the same principles and methods but project a compressed image for your digestion. Much like anything you consume there is what you excrete and what you keep plus the factors that attract you are often because they scratch an itch, deep within, that most aren’t even aware exists. For example, look over your favorite feature presentations with a pad a pen and list the traits you wish to exhibit as well as other points of resonance and after a few hits you’ll start noticing a specific resonance to your Self.

Its a very, very elegant trick because, as I’ve mentioned before, those who place these false idols who are artificially elevated humans given the names of “star” are actually treat like rats by the team behind them as they say “We pulled you from the gutter where you were nothing and gave you all of this”. Everyone is pulled by various strings in this realm and the ones behind the curtains know the oldest tricks because they pushed the pen when they wrote the book. Its why they’re as ancient as they are effective because the basic psychodrama of the human experience rarely shifts. In that respect all stories are but one story:

The Hero’s Journey.

Much like we all have the same bones but the flesh draped on them varies from person to person such is the script you live because it follows a nearly identical blueprint for all of us. Some people fall at one hurdle, others resist the call the adventure and most are content watching someone else live the life they wish they could manifest. This is why celeb worship and holding any mortal higher than your Self is so destructive because its akin to taking your latent potential as a seed and handing it to the energetics of an image so they can tend to it. End result? You get nothing beyond ninety minutes of amusement that pads out a life of boredom which is etched with the statement “There must be more to this, surely?“.

Yes, there most definitely is. In many ways these whims were trained out of you as a kid because the nature of the System is to create obedient Slaves that are so well adjusted to their programming that they don’t question what “second nature” keeps hidden. That is your primal instinct. I call it Inner Sense and this is the reason why pretty much all children step into this realm with the wish to do it big and make something of themselves and instead become just like their parents. In that respect society as it stands at the present moment is a perfect reflection of most peoples inner realms so the fragmentation and conflict combined with an immense appetite for distraction ensures many will trudge from the cradle to the grave without ever truly discovering their purpose.

Not for nothing was it said that there are two very important moments in the flesh and they are when you were born and when you find out the reason. This is your calling. Let me give you an example:

In every group there is a standout. The one that garners the most attention. They usually have a friend they call best because their personalities sync or they’ve been together since kindergarten. Resonance is very important but it can also be a destructive mistress because those who gather around this beacon do so as a form of energetic syphoning and to feel better about themselves via the association. This is actually the same Game that is played out when it comes to those who are draped from head to toe in expensive brands and constantly flaunt their status symbols as they are actually giving away their power to someone else. Stop and think, would a designer wear your name across his chest and be proud of it? Obviously not, there is something else at play that remains unexamined.

She was in her early twenties when we met as I knew her mother best and the bobo that we kicked was often repeated at home as they sat and talked about their day. “I’ve got to meet him” she said. So she did. She was direct like that and this is what her friends found so attractive because she oozed confidence without having to flaunt it or do things that screamed for attention. That itself is very, very seductive because a rising tide lifts all ships ergo those who floated in her wake found themselves feeling better about themselves because she was very nurturing and had an immense sense of loyalty as well. Great traits, yes? Sure, but they are also quite destructive when it comes to Self realization as you tend to become an aggregate of those you spend most time with.

One day we’re talking and she said she was going to drop out of college and get a job instead. Her mother was dead against it because she knew she was smart as a whip and wanted more from her youngest daughter than wage slaving in the corporates but all her friends were doing it and they had so much more money to spend. My intuition had picked up on her state of abundance as well as the way she nurtured them and I said “Why do I get the feeling you’d make an excellent medical professional?”. Her jaw dropped as this was something she’d never mentioned but, ever since her childhood, she’d been fascinated with this field and its what she most wanted. Thing is all of her friends were a bit dim in comparison and couldn’t see the bigger pic that comes from investing in your Self at a young age in order to reap higher dividends at a later stage of the Game.

The words and emotions poured out of her as she pointed out the sync because her mother and father had said the same thing. “When three people independently point out a trait or skill that would be perfect its usually a hint that you should develop it“. She nodded her head in agreement as she could see the logic. “But med school takes ages” she’d lament as she balanced her options. “Look, do you know why they all hang around you? Its not because your parents give you the most freedom and let them come over to their home whenever they wish. Its because they secretly want to be you but will never admit it”. She protested and started to reel off a list of things she liked about them but when pressed to examine which way the scales tipped in terms of giving and taking the truth became obvious. Secretly she enjoyed the power and dominance her presence gives as the center of attention but used what they projected to shower them with nurturing. Pretty much the opposite of these celebs most people worship as whilst they hang on their every words and image they themselves couldn’t care less about the nameless and faceless as long as they keep paying to see them handle their business.

I sketched out her future using a stack of coins and said “Imagine you get a freshly minted pound coin every day. As you currently live a life that is partially focused your investment for a month looks like this“. I made a pile of ten coins that were doubled and took the other twenty off the desk. “In comparison their lives are like this” as I left five that were singles and randomly spread. “That is the price you pay for a lack of dedication. Now, lets pretend for a moment that you spent every waking moment focused on one goal, one task, one intent. Then it would look like this” pointing at thirty coins stacked end to end that were towering over the handful that were spread. Her eyes got big as the message hit its intended target. “Now, by the power of compounding can you imagine the vantage you’d envision if you put the work in for a decade and change. Better yet lets think of the level your children would be born into in comparison with what you’ll get running round with these skets who base their entire worth and value on whats between their legs as there is nothing in their heads”.

“Thats pretty harsh” she said, quick to run to their defense, but I could tell that was just an old habit because the example was so visceral. “Within five years, tops, they’ll be single mothers complaining about their ex, stuck in jobs which are dead ends and you, you’ll be right there with them but way more miserable because you know, deep down within, you are capable of far, far greater things. The question is, how badly do you want it?”. I gave her an example of a local girl turned celeb that they all worshipped because she came from the same environment and made it to the A List. “Do you think she wasted even a moment that deviated her from her goal or spent time with people that weren’t in alignment with her thinking to actualize her potential? Of course she didn’t. Thats why she made it. I can see your skills. The saddest part is you can as well but we’re in an environment that doesn’t encourage anyone to think big, lest they rise above their station, because they’re perfectly content with the discontent of being just another pleb”.

She had nothing to say in response to this. What do you think happened next? Thats right, she quit. See, we only spoke on the here and there because, nine times out of ten, she was with her friends and they simply weren’t capable of comprehending these type of things because they lived for the weekend and as many free drinks as they could get from the boys thirsting after them. “Beauty fades. Brains are eternal and the choices we make now have immense consequences” I said, pointing at the stack of coins on the desk. “You know, this is why I like talking to you. You get it”. “And they don’t. How often do you have to dumb your Self down in order to fit in with them? Haven’t you ever asked them why they constantly recycle the same handful of topics, again and again, as they fawn over celebs that live as they wished. You are far, far more capable than all of them put together and they are, in effect, leeching your potential because each time you misspend that pound of attention you were gifted with to uplift them you’re actually preventing your Self from reaching your true potential”.

“Thats really depressing” she emoted with a slight shake of her head. And yet the message had rang loud and clear like a bell. For a few months she kept up the steam and focused more on her studies than them but they complained about her distance and how she seemed to have no time for them. End result? She dropped out and grew to become just like them, much to the chagrin of her parents. You can lead em to water but you can’t make em think if they continually sink back into the resonance of what makes them comfortable because excellence happens in isolation.

This is the secret reason why people are fascinated with these false idols as they get to feel a little bit of them reflects in their image as they emulate their way of talking, thinking and dress. All surface level approximations of one who is, fundamentally, inauthentic. The entire celeb worship thing is a huge coping mechanism that works really well due to the whole cult of personality thing that is the basis of all religions. Same script, different dress. Thats why it is so, so effective as its pretty much ingrained in the heads of all that plug in to the Matrix at this point in the Game.

Nothing is worse than unrealized potential because if you’ve got the voltage and waste it its far worse than one who never possessed it in the first place. A contrary example was this kid that lived down the street who had buck teeth and a sickly pallor to his skin. Nerd describes him best and the most attention he got at school was from the bigger kids bullying him so he spent a lot of his time in the digital realm which was where he felt at home with his peers as they all encouraged each other to excel. His talent was programming. Well, I use that word loosely as his skills weren’t earthshaking or amazing in any respect. Mediocre at best. What he did have was an abundance of dedication and a strong desire to win in one area of life that actually made him feel nice about himself.

“Look at this” he said as he drew my attention to an application he’d coded that was getting crazy hits as everyone downloaded it and complimented him on how wonderful it is because it made their life more simple. That really is it, isn’t it? We all crave convenience but how many are willing to invest in what it takes to create something that scratches an itch in the populace that no one else is serving? Not many.

Moral of the story is that this Self confessed geek struck it rich as he ended up moving to the capital after being headhunted for his skills and got to live a life of fulfillment. May have even got some of the suns rays on his pasty white skin and fixed his overbite as well once he’d generated the dividends. I can’t call it in that respect but do know that his timing was perfect because this was back when the iPhone was first getting traction and people with the right skills were printing money with their talents. The girl, in contrast, ended up a single parent that works shifts in a coffee bar because she gets to talk to people and uplift them with her nurturing spirit. Her friends come in on the reg to have a sip and chatter as well and that will be her life until she’s in the ground, dead. I say all of that to say this:

There are various versions of you that are awaiting activation. I’ve often impressed this upon the minds of those who’ll listen via the equivalent of saying their consciousness has gears that can shift and screaming around in first with the engine redlining in youth is testament to their ignorance and near total lack of Knowledge. The nerd got it. Mainly because he had no other options but intuitively gravitated to those just like him because they’d all be flexing their skills because only steel sharpens steel in the end hence if you’re the smartest in the room then there is your problem. Pushing the pen to share this I do wonder if she ever looks at the coins she’s counting at the end of the shift and considers the towering life she could’ve created because the mind is like water and will take the shape of whatever its poured in. Add into the mix that you become an aggregate of those you spend most time with along with the fact that the hood instills no sense of deferred gratification as the concept is so alien to those barely surviving and you’ll see why so many people are living lives of quiet desperation as the wackest version of themselves.

On the flip there was a lady who was in a similar predicament as she’d hit the wall in terms of looks and hated her predicament so started some nightschooling on top of her dead end job in the office. End result? Nothing insanely impressive or ground shaking but she ended up with a life that managed to play the cards she’d been dealt and squandered due to poor decisions and a lack of guidance into something that was far more rewarding as she retrained in a new profession that was far more in alignment with her true potential and thus escaped her default mode of programming by rewriting her OS.

This tale is exceedingly common, around the ends. Many are called but few choose themselves. For what, exactly, are you waiting to make it happen?

Till we meet again

Are You Waiting for the Echoes to Speak?

“I mean, realistically, what do you expect to get, gain or even meet from such a way of doing things? Are you waiting for the echoes to speak? There is nothing here. What was, isn’t. The best left and this is what you get. Then there is you, filled with illusions of what you Thunk it could’ve and should’ve been and, secretly, hope might be again. They drained the well. Salted the land as well. There is nothing left here for thee because if, by some chance, the echoes do start to speak I’d bet they sound exactly like those convos you’ve been having in your head since back when where you play both parts and imagine different ends”.

Have you ever seen someone murder their (false) self whilst their face portrays both sides of the spectrum? Well, the above conversation did just this. Good job she wasn’t a stranger to Self otherwise she may have flung herself off the windowsill but, you know me, I nurture life whilst preventing inopportune ends at the hands of ignorance.

In many ways we are all guilty of the above sentiment that was hit with a magic bullet in the only part of the convo I can share as this client requested a closed lid on her adventurings. So be it! But the whole “Waiting for the echoes to speak” part was so deep that I took it, planted the seed and it grew into what you’re about to read:

A long time ago, when boredom was still an option, you could often find your friend looking into the distance with a blank look on their face. If you observed closely before disturbing you may note that there is a slight glass eye effect in the sense that they are not really all too present. Matter of fact you could, if you wish, walk right by them, paying little attention and, to their mind, you may blend in with the rest. Then you might have sat off at a distance, angled, so you could pay heed to the details and here is where something fascinating happens. Whilst everything else was still there was obviously something happening within as there were very, very subtle movements around the neck. “Interesting” I said before rolling up, full tilt, and offering a penny for em. The answer, as you’d expect, was “Nothing” in response to what kicked in their head. “Time to imperiment!” I said.

Next time I got bored of staring at the back of peoples heads till they reacted I made up my mind to catch it in act instead of going along with it. Bear in mind that by this time I was outlining the basics of Knowing the Ledge without a true clue of what it meant beyond the curiosity of intuition. For example, have you ever tried to leverage the doors of perception that exist between wake and sleepiness? I’d lie there, in bed, trying to be aware of the chill and catch that moment for ages and ages. “Something is obviously happening and I want to know what it is” said that bright eyed and bushy tailed jit I was and is. Before adding. “Ya dig?”, with a grin. The Adulterated shook their heads in bemused amusement and went on with the business of living….

“So thats what it is!” I yelled as I leapt from my chair and sent it clattering against the wall of the class I was within. The teacher, exasperated, looked up and asked why I was so excited about the pop quiz assignment the rest were doing so well in. “Hm, oh. No, not that. I haven’t even looked at it. Sir, do you ever have conversations in your head in which you replay old bits but pretend different outcomes and you’re both of the people but act like this isn’t happening?“. Imagine that being said at a million miles an hour with the wide eyed innocence of a jit that, finally, caught an elusive subconscious act in the midst of doing what it does best. The class laughed, the teacher was irritated, I was ejected. “Thank you!” I said, with a grin, as that meant I could now stand there and think about it at length with no distractions. You know the odd thing? Absolutely nobody from the class ever, ever mentioned this and when pressed they refused to accept it even if I knew this is what they were all doing. Maybe they were embarrassed about what the potential retread may be saying about them or didn’t want to be thought of as mad by admitting they talked to themselves. Me? I didn’t have that problem. Me? I found it fascinating because I remembered, well, there was a time before this voice within did speak and I recollected its entrance and how it set up camp as well before becoming a seemingly standard practice.

What I was wondering was why it often picked things that were emotionally difficult, a problem or stressing to retread. I knew that changing the past was akin to scratching a reflection to soothe an itch but couldn’t, yet, figure out exactly what my mind was doing. It would take decades and decades to comprehend the true sketch of this initial incursion into the shadows depth as it was the (false) self shoring itself up. No wonder the rest didn’t want to admit it, eh? See, my hypothesis is like this:

There are multiple potential versions of you that can each dig their own reality tunnel. The past influences the future in that respect but memories are not solid. Far from it. See, each time you access on you’re actually recalling the recollection and not the event itself. This is why you can easily induce confabulation wherein you take people who went to Disney and ask them about meet Bugs Bunny and they’ll spontaneously whip up a memory that didn’t happen as the resources are already present. Same thing with a lot of the Mandela Effects but there is actually an immense underlying truth to this that has something to do with the web and what spins that I’ve obliquely hinted at elsewhen. What happens is the (false) self is, in effect, weaving together alternate echos from other events of a similar resonance like a braid of consciousness. This is why old people walk all stooped over as they’ve been doing it for ages. Its also why children give not a F about saying “Aunt Bunnie has a mustache!” and then refusing to kiss until they get whipped for being insolent. Its these “tricks” that allow the tailoring duo of Pinkus & Fuctus to get away with their confidence trick of the naked emperor who makes others just as fake as himself via the use of his influence. Deeper topic but you’re getting the sketch, yes?

Thats what the girl in question came face to faceless with and, once aware, she chose to no longer feed her energetics into this abyss that she felt should have ended different. Instead she stopped agonizing, left the pieces on the floor and moved on instead as she comprehended this was another one of the tricks used by the (false) self to keep itself at the helm of her consciousness and by looking backwards she was missing what life presented until it too had receded at which point she’d lament etc etc. You get it, yeah? Now, granted, there is an immense difference between mere reading this and feeling its effects as she’d been doing the Knowledge and thus was no stranger to Self ergo the above statement was simply icing on a cake she’d been busy whipping like an alchemist of ignorance who needed closure on events that were not forthcoming which was akin to walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge with a grin only to find the same things you previously rejected as boring. This is actually a very, very common coping mech. Like when you lose your keys and return to where you’ve already checked then yell “But they should be here!”. That is another way you can catch your brain in the act, if you will, as its only got a handful of tricks but then, thats all the best pimps needed as they’re backed with emotion.

If you can become aware of becoming aware then you view the Game from a Warriors lens, my friend. Anything else is mere enSlavement. The question is, are you prepared for the trek that is narrow, unlit and created by walking with a sense of being rigorously honest or do you prefer strolling along broadway with the rest as you take in the attractions? If you picked the latter then get used to it, my friend, as death will bring you back to view it all again. And again. And again. Then, eventually, you may wish to awaken the Warrior within and do the Knowledge… Getting back on topic:

Don’t try to fix what cannot be changed. It is a fools errand. Some of these people were placed into your life as a way of preventing the actualization of your script and, yes, they can (and often are) manifest as friends, parents, that ex you can’t forget or the people you rush around behind for reasons you don’t quite comprehend. Accepting the lay of the land as it is will a) make the voice in your head yelp and b) generate immense sensations of discomfort below your neck. One must learn to silence the former and truly feel the latter with no pretense or judgement. Just open acceptance because this flips everything as you’re now tuning back in to Inner Sense and it may just have said:

“I told you, back when, to not go anywhere near them. Glad you listened. Lets get back on with what was intended, shall we?”.

So, I ask thee, are you waiting for the echoes to speak in any sphere of life that has you circling the drain for absolutely ages but not quite sinking or swimming? Walk away. That is my advice but, ultimately, you must hear the Psylense within say the same thing and only then can you truly act on it because one of the oddest things about this realm is how much of it seems to be scripted and there are certain tipping points of energetics that need to be hit that allow the algo of consciousness to unfold its next step. There are, I suspect, ways of immanentizing the eschaton but those bring their own risks as well as the flip because there is, most certainly, a danger to deprogramming when you were artfully broken, back when. Many people need the other to feel better about themselves as they provide a blame, balm and distraction all wrapped up in one person because then they can point and say “Them, they are the reason I feel so unfulfilled and haven’t achieved a thing” but if they are naught but projected aspects of their inner realms they haven’t dealt with in consciousness then who is to blame, in the end? Ah, that is a higher res thing but I laced you with Game as the seeds are being sprinkled as we kick the ballistics on this most interesting topic as what beyond the optimal actualization of your Self is worthy of attention in this realm, when you get down to it?

Till we meet again

Shattering to Become Whole

There is something very, very strange about this place. Maybe its this stage of the Game or the way that I play as I don’t know that many other people that were born in the jaws of the dragon so it is what it is. What am I speaking of? Shattering to become whole, my friend. It is, by far, the most radical aspect of all of this as its so mind boggling to comprehend. But, that in itself is a massive hint because as I mentioned in a previous topic about how the ego was born by a thorn placed within that caused a numbing process there are certain things that happen to bring us face to faceless with the true Self and then the counterfeit at the helm doth yelp as it spent so much of your time and energetics pretending said event didn’t happen.

But it did.

You, currently, may not know it. Heck, even me who pretty much specializes in inner excavation spent around a decade and change skirting around it whilst indulging in all types of coping mechanisms until the events got so heated that the solve et coagula effect kicked in and broke me down to the very basics. Then proceeded to stomping. Hoo wee! At the time that it kicked I was wondering “What the F?” but then a part of me was aware this was the way to transcendence and it just so happened that I actually possessed all of the resources needed to navigate these seas, treacherous. I’ve detailed these adventures in other missives in the Near Life Experience section but the latest twists and turns make the previous look like a sweet sojourn in a tropical island of bliss as we went above and beyond the limits of the skin and this spin of incarnation hence old scores and past lives was the topic. What did I gain from this? The benefits are immense. Can you imagine Knowing (capital K) that you are not the flesh, the story in your head or any of the others things you previously accepted? Instead you discover something so subtle and numinous that it was only by the destruction of your old perspectives could you finally grok what was hidden. Its akin to spending your life watching a motion pic play out on a screen as you sit in the audience, spectating. Lets pretend that you don’t go clock the reel or whatever does project but the actual, factual source of light itself. Then you comprehend that from one life to the next, awake or in bed, this glow remains constant for you are it, my friend.

In such a scenario could you bear any ill will to those Agents of the Matrix that set into motion said events that caused all types of commotion in your subconscious? Methinks not. Your mileage may vary but I had seen many consumed by the futile rage of such things as well as having many elucidating conversations with schizophrenics and mystics who, in the end, are simply two poles of the same spectrum. Except the latter swims where the former is drowning. The difference? He looked into the light and didn’t blink as he realized this realm is a projection of his consciousness and thus all is within with the outer merely reflecting. The former didn’t get this memo and that is akin to trying to use earthbound GPS when teleported to another planet in a far off dimension where the rules of the Game are quite different.

Shattering to become whole is, hands down, one of the most radical concepts I’ve bitten then digested on this trip in the flesh but it also makes so much sense when loads of previous incarnations have been spent in prep of this. Thing is the body is drawn toward pleasure and away from pain. That is the (false) selfs Game and it plays it, real well. It not only has an ensemble cast to help but your own friends and fam who are hell bent on having you dig the same reality tunnel as them. Even if they’re miserable. Scratch that, especially if as you know what they say about company, yes? Cue extended periods of isolation which, for a man gregarious, was like telling a fish it has wings and was actually tricked into thinking this as its true aspect is that of a bird, born to soar. Imagine this:

You are walking through a forest. It is overgrown and dense. Your water supplies are looking thin. You are truly out on a limb with no way to turn and not a clue of who can help. High, high overhead there flies a bird and, from its lens, there is a brook, babbling, just off in the distance. That is time travel, is it not? From your view the place is in your future and if you find it, uncertain. For he with wings its the present and the Path is direct. In this example we’re talking about the relationship between your earthbound consciousness and true Self that never left or disconnected from the Prime, the pre-existing one who is the all of everything. It was this connection that I forged in the depths of hell as I knew that all around was naught but deception and illusion that was designed to trick as this is the Game on its highest level ergo the greater the fear the grander the win. In essence. We all have Witnessed this. Ranging from the time you left a gig before things got complicated that those who stayed lived to regret up to the day you met a girl that seemed totally perfect but something within you made you shake your head and walk away, back to loneliness, as you wondered why the heck you did this. Later on it becomes clear as Buddhas tale of Maras daughter rings in your awareness and see how it was simply a test. Then the shattering doth commence.

At this stage, nebulous, its easy to feel frightened. So you should. Admit it. Sink into the sensation whilst asking “When else did I feel like this?”. Keep tracing these sensations back and something very, very strange happens as its almost like you’re possessed as your limbs start flailing and you vent what was suppressed. This is how I met the Pane Body, back when. After that it became Self evident that this is a Game of three halves, no less, as there is what you know you know, what you know you don’t and the third stroke is masterful as you didn’t know you weren’t aware of what you didn’t think exists and thus never even spent one iota of time contemplating it. This is where the shattering kicks in as you find your Self in a very strange place (see GPS comment) and it clicks that what got you here won’t get you out the other end. It was at just that moment I heard my totem, flying overhead. It was something I’d seen, now and then, but never truly felt. I noticed that it seamed to react to my attention as it moved in circles that spiraled then said “Follow me” in a voice, silent. So I did. Through brambles and bush with thorns and such things I saw red, vicious, eyes sitting there twinkling. My canteen was low and my stomach rumbling as my nerves were tumbling like clowns in the main event. I just put one foot in front of the next and thus found my oasis at which I drank my fill, licked my wounds and thought “What the heck?”. Then we set off to do it all again. And again. And again.

Its from this place, high up a hill of consciousness, that I type this missive with the intent of sharing some guidance for those who don’t have rock solidly fluid intuition to offer them guidance as life is always speaking but not many can listen. Those who do are often seen as schizophrenic as they string together said symbols into a narrative which, to an outsider, makes no sense but, to them, are the only sane option. The zany truth of this is its actually the world thats flipped its lid and the outsane one has the correct reaction when coming face to faceless with what life has hidden. I strongly suspect that each and every one of us will, in some incarnation, have to take this trek as its the only way out of this realm and once you handle the baggage the obstacles melt and the jungle, so fearsome, appears to offer cryptic hints as those eyes, shining red, now appear as becaons to highlight your steps as the foliage and such things bend and sway to make room for the Prince who crowns him Self. You could be strolling and think “I’m hungry” just as a ripe fruit falls from a tree overhead and lands in your grip as your hand naturally extends due to your newfound resonance. “Isn’t that something?” the Warrior thinks with a grin as he stops to notice what was once invisible. The bird in the tree that nudged said sustenance lets out a trill as its quite a thrill for it to see you comprehend the subtle message that plays in your awareness when Centered in Self.

This is the reason I send these texts to the web and into the collective unconscious because you may read and not comprehend but in a life yet to kick said lessons will be there, when needed, as you find yourself shattered on a trek without a frame of reference as a subtle whim makes your head tilt as you notice a bird that seems oddly familiar, circling…

There is a reason why I’ve said there is but one story, what Campbell called the Heroes Journey as the Game is quite simple yet staggeringly complex. What do you expect when you comprehend we’re inside a fractal of consciousness that collapses and erects in each instance depending on your resonance? On the day to day, for those running the treadmill, this can be very easily reality tested as there are times when you’ve leapt out of bed, feeling amazing, and everything else aligns so well you may feel like you were born under a star, twinkling. Nothing else has shifted. Just your perception or point of assemblage I call the Witness and with it the whole world rearranges to your whim as you start decoding different instead of being encoded, as expected. This, alone, can break many Slaves out of their Cave of ignorance but the thing with the zone of discomfort is that its a rut lined with velvet that was furnished by the Devil himself, the one you know best aka the voice in your head. Are you seeing how schizos fall into this as they click they aren’t it but that which listens and thus dip a toe in the DKDK aspect I said and then all hell breaks loose as this world is built on tamping resonance hence the drugs don’t work so refuse to take them. Except there is no due process for madmen. Murderers, yes. Even when caught red handed but woebetide the man who dares question the script life handed him which is why, in the days of yore, the Shaman lived some distance from the village, usually up a hill.

Why? For the isolation. What else? See, lifes greatest secret is there is no “out there” without an “in here”. Taking it back to the day things go well you may notice you look in the mirror and feel quite attractive as you see your features with a new lens and this causes a reaction from the feminine principle who say you’re looking well as you nod your head and engage in smooth conversation that takes no effort to showcase your wit, sparkling. Sure beats lying in bed at Two AM as you think of the perfect comeback you could’ve said as you play both sides of a conversation that didn’t happen to rehearse an outcome that is as distant as water under a bridge. Thats outsane, isn’t it? And yet, everyone does it. See what I said about everyday madness that nobody questions? Until they do and its “Quick, to the mental asylum!“. The dangers of awakening are akin to walking uphill on thorns with no shoes present. You will bleed. There will be pain. Until you comprehend that you actually spread said things for just such a reason and then they turn to rose petals instead and the reason nature made the stem for something so pure that vicious becomes Self evident.

The silence on this aspect in modern texts or culture as it is is a huge tell to how the Path of Power threatens the intent at the helm and yet there is one beyond this that sent the bird and he who is linked as an aspect made flesh. Fascinating stuff, that is for certain, as things are never the same again for one ups their res to such a dramatic level that its akin to seeing the code where you were once plugged in and not allowed to ask questions as you thought you had it sussed in a life, predictable, that actually bored you death but the idea of change caused so much stress that ambivalence kicked in with a thick layer of coping mechs hence I sing the familiar refrain, yet again, for those who hear me on AM with one speaker busted and loads of static thrown in as they sing along to a song called “Only Human” with misrepresented lyrics and no way of correcting. That is, until they melt aka shattering to become whole so say it with me, people:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

The Forest of Illusion

The vast majority of behaviors that we cling to as a collective and thus normalize were designed to hold the vast swathes of anxiety that dwell within human beings at bay. Anyone who points this out isn’t welcome, of course, because people don’t like to become aware of their flaws but trudging on in ignorance instead simply means you see neither the tree or forest, even as the terrain gets dense. See, the thing with living like that is is that its not only inauthentic and prone to returning less than you invest with higher doses being required to maintain the balance as you progress. No, the worst aspect is that each step along this brightly lit and heavily trafficked way takes you farther from your Self and with it all of your true potential which you instead trade for whatever they say is the current way to be.

The greatest secret of the world at this current stage is that it profits from misery and everything is designed to elicit as much as it can without making it totally unbearable whilst simultaneously crafting ways of taking the pain away. Ah, its amazing isn’t it? Its like having a government contract as a glazier to fix all of the broken windows in your state and then turning around and sliding the local street kids a few notes to go and hurl some bricks. Its a phenomenal return on investment because the delinquents in question have no intention of getting nicked and even if they do they’re too young to be charged for it and, best of all for them, they are getting some money in their pocket for indulging their destructive whims to help take away the boredom that led them to congregate on the pavement in the first place. The businessman on the other hand whistles as he works with a grin because the money keeps pouring in and he’s charging top dollar at the governments expense and no one cares a bit because its not their cash he spends each time he sends a bill. He draws the work out as long as he can, thinking of countless ways to trim more and more from his benefactor who also benefits from this deal. What do I mean? Consider this:

The Mayor notices an immense uptick on petty street level things like broken windows, kids being a nuisance, graffiti and other anti social behavior. You know the type of thing. Elections are also looming and he isn’t keen to hand in his “Access all areas” pass and the perks this brings so he chooses to whip up a frenzy in his constituents by reading from a narrative that an expert panel had writ (billed to the government, who else?) that was designed to push the buttons of people living in his catchment area as well as dangling promises like:

“Once you elect me again I’ll be increasing the spend to deal with this issue thanks to more policemen on the beat to act as a deterrent to these marauding groups of feral kids. After all its just some broken glass here and there at the moment, small and irritating but what if they get their hands on weapons? Oh, what a threat that would bring. People would no longer feel safe and we simply must prevent this so at the election, vote for your friend…”

And so on goes the script that he reads with conviction and flourish as he’s an actor par excellence who intends to make them think what he says and purports he stands for actually comes from within and is what he intends to bring to the table, should they place their faith in him. Side note – Did you notice how the carrot and stick combined in that little segment of his speech just then? Started off with a promise for better days then ended with a threat so those that listen would be firing on all cylinders as he read the rousing text penned at great expense by a think tank he drafted in to manage public perception. Thing is he won’t do none of that. At least, not as you expect or as he promised because he just wants to make sure his lifestyle for the next few years is sustained so he can keep creaming a little skim. Why don’t we follow him to the golf club, later that evening:

“Jim! How’s it going, my fraternal friend?”. “Good evening, Mr Mayor, exactly as intended the tills certainly do ring. I come bearing gifts. A token of my esteem” says the man who profits from panes as he opens a briefcase and pulls out a rare bottle of whisky that he hands to his incumbent comrade. “Excellent, excellent” says he, then adds quietly “The other thing?”. ‘Of course, of course, Mr Mayor” he replies and hands him a envelope slim. Inside is one thing. A check which bears their names and a chunk of digits that will slide in to the Mayors wifes bank account as fees for her “consulting” that was most appreciated by the National Federation of Glaziers for services rendered.

Are you starting to get a hint about how this works? Its no different from what I’ve said and actually far more devious in intent and way more damaging. This is where the cost of doing business meets the perks of office and these deals are hashed out privately where these kind of people meet to discuss their plans and schemes.

Not for nothing is it seen that those who wish to perch high learn golfing quickly as one link leads to another and it provides a nice amount of privacy so people can meet without having meetings. Such is the principle of Dual Reality where it seems like one thing but is actually another indeed, as well as action. Definitely quite slippery because they present an image that looks like butter wouldn’t melt until they get what they need then they look at you like the cat thats had the cream because you’re so silly that you don’t cotton on to their scheme.

Have you ever asked yourself what the government actually is? It doesn’t exist. There isn’t a living palpable thing you can point at and say “There it is”. And yet it has agents, resources and a formidable presence that makes itself felt whilst remaining invisible. Magic isn’t it? In both the speculative and operative sense, my friends, because this is the nature of the System and its all about power and influence over the plebs who are trained to be dim, not suspect a thing. Kept in the dark and fed a steady stream of BS, which stands for Belief Systems. Interesting isn’t it that “Be Leaf” the command which is hidden within. No wonder it feels so natural because then the “Cyst” is inserted in as “M” is the only sound in the English language you make with closed lips. Do the math on the rest.

“Shh, you’re not supposed to tell them and show them the strings which make them puppets of a figment of their imagination. Why would you want to do this? Join us instead. Here, here’s a blank cheque. We can make your life swell, who gives a toss about them? The plebs are stupid. Cattle at best. Useless eaters who spoil everything but they are a necessary evil as their ignorance means we profit from them, six ways from Sunday and even more when they’re dead“

“Well, thank you” I said. “I’m flattered by the attention but I’ll have to decline your proposal“. “Suit yourself. We won’t be asking again and you know how this will end because they’re too stupid to listen and stuck so deep in this that if you attempt to remove their ignorance they’ll crucify you instead. Ah, its so beautiful. But you already knew this, yes?”. “Yes” said I “I’m aware of this aspect but it brings a nice challenge and I like the odds”. “What?” he said with a sniff “8 billion and counting against one? You must really think you’re something”. “No, no. Not at all. I am no thing. Like a circle, without beginning or end. In bliss I’m sustained, from bliss I came and to bliss I shall return once I’ve span this world. Interesting isn’t it that you get dizzy if you turn round faster and faster and this state of confusion is called…”. “Whirled” the Mayor droned “Very clever with these words. Lets see how far you make it on your own. Them, those useless eaters have no wish to let go, nor do they desire to know the truth about this show. What is it you call?”. “The Game of Souls” I replied. “Yes, yes. Very clever” states he, looking apprehensively at his team who just walked in and are waiting to greet. “Look, I like you. I admire that drive for individuality and the wish to help those enmired in misery but the simple facts are you’re creating powerful enemies and think they are your friends. There are fates worse than death and you really don’t comprehend who you’re messing with or what the meaning is in all of this. I’m asking you again, please consider the proposal. We can really use your talent, turn it into something magnificent. We can give you the tools, the insight and the platform as well because you’ll be sanctioned by us and will have an effortless ascent…” “If only I clip on your wings? Slide myself into the strings and then what? Be just like them? What makes you think you haven’t been deceived with this power you wield temporarily? How much have you sacrificed, literally and metaphorically to be sitting here talking to me and yet I’m apparently nothing special, even though I’ve been offered such a deal. Its a steal, wouldn’t you say? Trade in my sovereignty and owe fealty to a team that says its this till the next step reveals its something else entirely then proceeds to rinse and repeat until you’re dizzy and reeled in to a deal you can’t ever leave”.

The Mayor squirms, uncomfortably and looks over at his team who have been staring intently at the discourse taking place. “Of course, they know about me. You’ll soon repeat all of the details which we speak, how I declined your courtesy and wish to carry on on my own. A one man army.” I said looking at him directly “Listen, if there is one thing you know is that I’ve sat in your seat previously. Climbed to heights as yet unseen and one day, one day you too will be presented with the same opportunity as there are but so many roles in the Game of Souls as it plays out, eternally. The Slaves are unaware of the choice which is why their peasantry is the prime source of their misery as you deal from the bottom of stacked deck in a world where money is debt, strength is ignorance and wisdom comes from doing as instructed, yes? You give them limiting Belief Systems along with other forms of BS designed to numb them further still and drive them away from themselves. Your crew, the Slave/Masters, know this well because this arrangement means you can walk and talk over their heads and their effort suspends those whose claim they’re more than them has ran unchallenged since when? A couple of thousand years with some pence, yes?”. “Think very carefully, you know how that ended for him“. “What the myth? The legend or the truth that he came to the West from East, shared what they needed to see then went home to chill with his family and now rests in a land that is heavily patrolled by angry militaries that you set against each other nicely as five rivers became three and two separately? Listen, like I said, at one point you too will have this option and now just like then you’ll be offered the world if you just acquiesce. The question is will you give in to noiZ they whisper in as alternating seduction and threats or will you heed the Psylense which says so much without stating a thing?”.

And with that I got up and left. See there are levels to this. You’re familiar with the pyramid but imagine above the physical is an inverted, identical and invisible edifice that wields an immense influence and you’ll start to build a far more accurate model of what you’re within because the hour glass reveals the nature of time as well as hints of the deal those that know won’t reveal because they promised to keep their lips sealed. Now me, I did no such thing but I can’t stand to profit from the suffering of those raised to be ignorant of the true power within as they dash from pillar to post and then back again. Seeking solutions which don’t change a thing because they don’t want to change a thing. Imagine hostages that are comfortable within, like Stockholm Syndrome and you’ll start seeing the nature of the Game because it claims those who don’t assert themselves whilst the Slave/Masters pledge themselves, in this world and the next aka the invisible pyramid hence the Masters are Slaves themselves as they are lorded over as well, just like they do to the Plebs. Ah, there is a resonance at least but in the middle of these two pieces where the in and visible meet there is a tiny slice, about 8% approximately that is nothing yet everything. Beautiful in its simplicity. Comes naturally to babies and young seeds but this state of Inner Sense is beaten out of them mercilessly as the System decrees and that is my problem. I don’t like how it feels and I dislike the deceit and treachery that generates such misery that feeds the marked to the Beast via daily drudgery.

It is so ugly. A world that looks heavenly yet feels specifically hellish occasionally. By their seeds shall ye know them as from these grow the trees which mark the forest of illusion you’re lost in. But look, up there, floating high in the wind is something that isn’t a bird but does exist on a higher plane of existence and can guide you out of this because its perspective offers a glimpse at what is hidden. Imagine for a moment:

You are lost and tired, maybe sick. Wandering through a forest you find yourself within. At one point you had a map and knew where you were headed but then something happened and you found yourself immersed in something that sprang up so gradually and subtly and yet is so dense that you can no longer make sense, but keep on trudging. You haven’t seen a Soul, nor have you heard a thing. It feels like you’re entirely alone in all of this as you raise the canteen to your lips and take a sip of the refreshment within as panic starts to set in. “Three days is all I can survive without this sustenance” you think and its at this very moment you look up and notice that which flies overhead. At this point the path splits and its a question of options that go a little something like this:

Keep doing what you did. Trudge on without knowing where you’re headed as you’ve been misdirected and tricked into thinking it isn’t what it is with your steadily depleted resources, both outside and within. Or try something different and see what happens.

See if that object were a bird with wings then the song it sings could offer guidance as it sees far more than those trapped within the forest of illusion due to its position. Not only that but it knows of your presence and situation as well and links your problem to a solution which rests two clicks in this direction as there is a natural spring from which you can drink your fill. The problem is this, the route there is paved with brambles and similar pain inducing things. It was designed like this to ensure most would perish, its only a question of when because all you can win at the end is death. But people don’t wish to acknowledge this. So ask your Self:

If you were in that predicament, which option would you pick? For now lets look into the head of our thirsty protagonist who sits on a rock in the forest, looking up at a bird that he’s certain is waiting for him and wishes to guide him. “Its absolutely foolish, a stupid idea” he thinks “How the hell did I get into this? No, no, no. Focus on the solution, forget the problem. OK. I’m lost, know where I’ve been but don’t know where I’m headed. I’m running low on this” he says waving his resources with a flourish “So this could be it. And yet, that which has just appeared feels like a message that was sent to help, guide and protect me as I get out of this.” With that said he starts pacing and now is talking out loud, to himself.

“Do you know how crazy that sounds? Oh yeah, I was lost in the forest of illusion and then a magical flying thing came me and directed me to my salvation. That is implausible at best and a delusion at worst. Oh I feel so stressed. How the hell did I get into this?”

Torn between a rock and hard place our protagonist reaches the point where he must excrete or vacate that upon which he sits and he decides to place his last remaining chip on a source of guidance he has no reason to trust beyond that inkling of a feeling within and thus he yells out “OK, show me the way to go home. I want to go home because I’m tired of being alone and walking these endless roads without having a clue of where to go or how to feel. Oh how I regret bitterly accepting this stupid deal. “Come for a weekend retreat, see the beauty of nature and experience privacy”. Yeah right” says he with a curious mixture of optimism and pessimism laced together by a sense of fury that rages against all this as he’s been pushed to the hilt.

Up above his guide sends the signal and together they set toward his own personal oasis. Up above its easy, without effort for the one that flies without wings and sees the whole thing. Down below the man is being ripped to shreds by the thorns and brambles and is cursing up a storm about how he’s a miserable wretch and this is the worst thing thats happened. “Oh, what an idiot who believes such foolish things. That bird might be a buzzard which is waiting to feast and here I am speeding up my demise, exponentially by wrestling with this unusually dense shrubbery”.

But there is something within, above and beneath. Something he can’t see but feels that says “This is the path for we” so he perseveres as his sustenance recedes and his vital fluids bleed from the myriad of cuts he’s acquired following the lead of one he’s never met, doesn’t know, has no reason to trust and yet still wants to see what he meets at the end of this journey. Eventually thanks to his tireless dedication and mildly spaced out feeling he laughs deliriously as he hears the sound of a stream and sees the bubbling spring. He drinks his fill, tears off his ragged clothes and jumps in to the refreshing waters as he grins and feels better, way better than he can remember being as it was so long ago he stepped into this realm, this forest and the rest that bought him to this point.

He laughs and thinks how three days ago he was on the verge of death and now it feels like he’s found his salvation. The emotions coursing through him are intense and he’s still aware of the presence that guided him to this point and wonders out loud, for their benefit “What next? I want to go home, if you’re taking requests. Thanks for the help but what about the rest?” he yells in their direction as that which flies without wings starts moving in spirals that he follows with his head and then slips and falls, landing on the embankment. “Ow” says he to himself and then notices a switch. He brushes off the filth and looks closely at it:

“In case of emergency press one hundred and eight times” says the text embossed in a circle. “What the heck?” says the man in the forest, as he is perplexed by the medium as well as the message but decides to click and see what happens. Suddenly the ground shifts. It feels like something is raising up from the depths as the dirt is rumbling as he quickly moves to the left as a hole in the ground opens. He peers within, there is a set of steps that look well built and its also nicely illuminated. “What the heck?” he says again as this is something way beyond what he expected as the answer generates more questions like “Who put this here? For what reason and end?” as his curiosity, which is intense, motivates him to walk in to these steps which are embossed with an acronym.

“P.o.P? I wonder what that could mean?”. The air is crisp, the environment clean. It feels like the polar opposite of where he’s been and, oddly, that never ending torment is starting to seem like a distant memory that dims steadily as he proceeds. It doesn’t take long till he perceives something that appears to be a train, waiting patiently. He can’t believe what he sees and rushes over to it, quickly. “No need to hurry, wanderer. Without you we shan’t leave”. “Who are you? How do you know me? To where does this train speed? I have a family I haven’t seen for so long, a life I wished to lead. So many hopes and dreams… Who the heck built this place? What is the meaning of the forest? How did I even come to be here initially?”

The conductor stands there smiling serenely and replies “The answers to all that and more are inside along with whatever you wish to eat, some attention to heal the wounds you sustained along your Journey as well as some new threads because you are, if you hadn’t noticed, naked” she says with apparent glee and tosses a plush robe at the wanderer and then blows the whistle once he’s on board as the train leaves and then, then dear reader, does the true adventure begin as the forest was simply a distraction where the ever increasing and dense vegetation represents facets of ones ignorance of Self as well as the nature of everywhen and the predicament they’re within when they know not the Game of Souls is in session. The rest I’m sure you can fill from the vaults of your powerful imagination as much was said to your chest so lets see what you comprehend as we commence on the adventure of a lifetime as we do the Knowledge and up our res to see through the dense forest of illusion and transcend the trees themselves to hop on the direct express to the land of Inner Sense.

Are you hearing me on FM?

Till we meet again