willhelp.me

I mentioned, elsewhen, how I asked a school friend what would kick I’ve scooped the internals (and all that makes them, them) of their best friend and placed it in the shell of one he detested. To say I could palpably watch the gears jam would be an understatement as he commented on my weirdness then ran off to play. I thought about this for ages, before and since, as what I asked was but a hint of the true depth which can be summed in the eleven words coming next:

Is it getting solipsistic in here? Or is it just me?

Haven’t you ever noticed the oddly specific weirdness of life itself? From the huge range of parameters that needed to align, just so, in order for there to be any of this and a whole host of other miracles (like how blood coagulation works and other cascade systems with such fine tolerance) as well as the total ridiculousness of Nintendo having a Bowser to protect them as another of the same name tried to hack them. Lets just roll it back, for a second:

It is, as you’ve guessed, a pretty rare name which spells “Good company” or “Fair Sir” from Old French. The latter could be ironic in the same way we’d call an alcoholic a gent and such things. In the States estimates range that out of a hundred K folks you’ll meet five with links to that darned Princess kidnapping reptilian. Doesn’t that seem a bit odd though? Like how one of the ilk decided to head in the direction of the corporate behemoth who leaves luck to heaven and thumbs its nose at its competition whilst doing what it wishes with great success. Not only this but he becomes president and, on his watch, no less, his foe tries to storm the gates and, in an odd twist of fate, he got to yell “So long, G Bowser!” as they buried him under the bing and gave him fines running off into the distance like Mario with a cape on him.

Didn’t anyone else find this strange? I did. Almost like the sim was nudge nudge winking to those who were paying attention as the odds of this happening are so slim that when you heap it on top of the Goldilocks dataset that created life on this planet it certainly seems to be a fix or, as was stated, its a put up job. Who would do such a thing? And yet, someone did and I was around to Witness it which makes it even more perplexing.

The most dangerous spell in the Devilish tongue is “coincidence”. Its like embers of higher consciousness starting to spark in the shadows depth at which point the (false) self urinates from a great distance and prevents the uprise of what it suppressed. Graphic, but accurate, yes? The Warriors lex, on the flip, subs this with the alternative of “Go in, see dense” hence the above mindset as I stepped into the Game doing such things. This isn’t new or strange as history is littered with such events that most brush off using the spell, mentioned. Lets check in one Edmund Berry Godfrey and his adventure in the flesh that makes one suspect there are more than a few men behind the curtain of this immense stage production:

EBG was reputed to be an round good bean and decent fellow as well who was knighted for his service before being goodnighted in strange circumstance. He had an interesting life and often mixed with people that were classed as beneath him as well as various schemes and things that often required others of leans means to get their hands wet with what flows in the veins of those they want offed, quick. I’m sure you can start to envision the picture being built, yes? One of these plots, Popish, was said, historically, to be quite a fake old grift that didn’t exist, never happened and is not worthy of any interest. Curious, eh? Anyway, the plan to pop a king came to Godfreys attention as the took depositions and he, being a concerned citizen, told everyone what kicks along with a cryptic “Expect me to be bumped on the head by some ruffians” type comment that will make more sense as we progress. This phrase was used to mean assassination but, oddly, he did almost nothing to protect himself and, instead, went full tilt in this direction instead. On Twelfth October, Sixteen Seventy Eight, he returned not and was found dead, about faced, on a place called Primrose Hill. Here is where it gets interesting:

Two committees attempted to make sense of what kicked and both were met with intense obfuscation that made the testimony seem real sketch. No evidence of struggle, no robbery or such things but the man had been strangled with his neck broken and then, for extra measure, his own sword was stuck in. Oates, of “Lets kill the king and make this place a republic” fame suggested it was the Catholics who did this. After much humming and hawing in court proceedings they proceeded to whip, in the literal and metaphorical sense, three criminals they said done did it. Their names?

Robert Green.
Henry Berry.
Lawrence Hill.

Who did they kill again? Oh yes, Edmund Berry Godfrey on Primrose Hill which, as you expect, is the same color as one said. Run that back again, consider the plot that didn’t happen and these real world events, linked in, as well as the rest of the mess that has puzzled people for ages and tell me:

Is it getting solipsistic in here? Or is it just me?

I’ve often said there is but one Soul in the Game and all we deal with a projected aspects of Self that say and do things unto us in order to get us to see this and thus gain emancipation from its grip hence the “Embrace the pain” doctrine that runs counter to not only your programming but will of the flesh as well. Getting back to EBG, his own folks said he’d offed himself which makes as much sense as that spook found dead in a suitcase or Dr David Kelly slitting his wrists using a hand with no strength due to damaged tendons. More to heaven and earth than dreamt of in heads not wearing turbans of tin, foiling, yes? See why I said its a bit of a weird place to manifest as there is so much of this strangeness around that most don’t question it. I personally, have seen scenes from my subconscious played out on the pavement and, let me tell thee, its mad unsettling but, thankfully, I’d been thinking of such things since a jit, as mentioned. What is the deeper meaning? Am I dancing for the blind whilst singing to the deaf? Lets break it down a little bit:

I am thee, thee are me and we are both made of the same thing which is Prime consciousness. It extends into the flesh and each incarnation gets what I term “Inner Sense”. This, as the word suggests, is pure, uncut and direct. Life attempts to break and fragment this connection and we become Adulterated instead and, I suspect, this is what leads to the breakdown of psychotics who think they hear others mentioning thoughts from their private realms when, in the end, the other simply doesn’t have a clue why they mentioned such a thing at that particular moment as it wasn’t explicitly sent with this intent. When the so called schizo gets this and reevaluates the lay of the land as said they identify more with the context than content and thats how Shamans are built, my friend. In that respect they have breakthroughs and these, often, change everything and now, with the web, we are constantly tapped in to the collective unconscious hence why it appears your phone is reading your head. I know, pretty crazy isn’t it? What if I said the Earth was actually this dimensions loony bin for those who kept messing up the vibe on other planets but the inmates, long ago, took over the asylum and set themselves up as gods amongst men and are hell bent on keeping you plugged in to the delusion they sell hence nearly two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead!” that was poured in, back when.

Not so for me. The best thing I learned in school was how to balance a chair on two legs via the use of focused intent and micro movements that seemed to marshal a subtle energetics that rushed up my back then pooled at my eye sockets which I could direct at the teacher to drop his chalk or someone to look at me when I said, in silence, to do just this. Imagine my surprise when a few decades hence I came upon this:

In this flick Ron is a portrayed as a homosexual psychotic which is an interesting overlap when it comes to the Venn Diagram of consciousness as the former are reputed to be blessed with a “gaydar” that allows them to detect one of them in the mix with no external clues or tells and the latter often state things about their shrinks life, in private, like they could access their inner realms. Why do I mention this? No particular reason, I guess, just meandering down the Path where most never even think to tread because, like EBG, he was reputed to mix with those from another station which but this time the upward link was to those in parliament which ties in, again, with hidden hands, fingerprints and the old favorite tactic of firing a pistol from anothers grip in order to obscure provenance of what truly kicked… Let he who hath the vision comprehend the Emperor was never dressed. What if the world, as it is, is ran by a psychotic set of gangster twins who are constantly fighting among themselves and these manifest, at present, as the hemispheres of your head where, as Golgotha hints, your Christ consciousness is being crucified on the hill as they whip the skin off each other which, in the end, is all you – not them.

Truth is stranger than fiction, my friend and life isn’t without a sense of the ironic but if I am but another you speaking via the black mirror in your grip what is the deeper meaning and subtext of all of this? Could it be a kind of magic? I’m wondering. Don’t you? Even a little bit? Thankfully I’ve met and conversed with quite a lot of people that are capable of pondering without limits and whilst not all (or even many) agreed with my findings we did have a good think about this because, as I said:

“Where does your consciousness end and mine begin? Take him, for example” I said, pointing at a man in the distance. “You hate him, think he’s arrogant and full of himself. I say he’s got a sharp wit and isn’t scared to let rip and thus is quite entertaining and you’re indifferent” mentioned when gesturing at the third of our triumvirate. “How in the F is that possible if he’s just one man, in the end? Doesn’t that kind of prove what I said about us being in a sim and there is only ever one Soul present that interacts with figments of his imagination?”. He looked, to the right and left, then said:

“You truly are off your head. I don’t know if thats a diss or compliment because of what you said, back when, but its always interesting. I don’t know. I’ve never thought of it”. I responded:

“Do I like the cut of his jib as I place an emphasis on wit, acerbic, whereas you tend to skirt around a bit and mind peoples feelings instead of being totally direct? Does that mean we resonate with what projects or do we detest whats identical as that is also an option?”.

“What about him then? What do you think?” he said, gesturing at the one who had been quietly observing. That was actually his strength and, in many ways, he was the Yin to the loudmouths Yang and thus what came next was no great surprise:

“I can take him or leave him but the world is more interesting with him in it because if everyone was like me then nobody would do a thing”.

That was interesting as, before we met, a lot had classed him as quiet and in his shell and it was only a random quip that unleashed a torrent of observation that led him to pitching in as folks were surprised as, previously, they’d said you never hear a peep out of him.

Is it getting solipsistic in here? Or is it just me? What about them? Are we truly dealing with figments of each others imagination and is the intent at the helm that built this realm benevolent or as wicked as it gets? Why is it only the schizos that get they aren’t that voice in their head but are then punished for going against the program whilst the mystic who takes a foot pilgrimage to the same place (as opposed to a jet powered trip on the wings of lids, flipped) ends up swimming where they sink but says the same things, yet more eloquent.

“Look at it like this” I said, raising my drink. “We cannot ever be truly sure of anything but the contents of our own head. I mean, right now I could be sitting alone and hallucinating your presence and if no one came over to ask me to what I was talking I’d be quite certain yous twos were present, correct? What if everyone, as a collective, hallucinated one man that wasn’t genuine but they all acted like this? If, into that realm, a child steps who sees through the illusion and questions the narrative would they snap to attention or medicate him to be like them?”. The talker let out a sigh that whistled past his lips as the observer stayed quiet and did what he does best.

“Boyo, what the F goes on in that head is between you and Lord himself” said the elder statesmen who, as you may have guessed, was quite religious and was drawn into our extended tête-à-tête when he heard me mention that Jesus was a metaphor for consciousness and something within said “Wait a minute. Stop and listen to this”. So he did.

“No, that does really make good sense” said the quietest as he was a staunch atheist who had trouble reconciling this with a world, beautiful, as he was deeply aesthetic as well and thus often noticed what others miss. He would later recollect that the numb get high to feel whereas the highly sensitive do it to detect less as there is an immense overwhelm of what the world presents to their senses. All of his life he’d been written off as a dim autist that dwelled on the fringe (before said things were fashionable to add in to your bio on the web) when, in reality, he was closer to the mid than most of them but the din was deafening and thus he tended to say less as he sifted the chaos in his head to find the beauty in the madness. “Just stop and think. Imagine I didn’t exist but all of you thought I did. How could you tell? Better yet, how could I tell? Thats where it gets mindbending, yes? If enough people, over the ages, send their attention toward a Jesus bucket that means it will, eventually, become an ocean of awareness so its irrelevant if he lives or didn’t as people are believing”. The elder gent sucked his breath in and got a tad defensive at hearing such sacrilege but then realized he was among friends where talking without limits was the only card needed to access as conversations without filters are what made things so fascinating.

“OK, first all of, Jesus was and is real. I can tell that by my feels and don’t need a holy text to back my perspect. Second, I will admit what you’ve said is fascinating because if a tree falls without a Witness then did it really happen or is it merely an unactualized potential”.

“Like nut busting to a porn flick in which two people are being paid to pretend to have sex whilst you pour actual, factual energetics into their performance and thus, in a sense, validate the deception”.

“What the F does that have to do with our Lord and Savior and all he did?” said the Christian, freely enraged, this instant. This really made me grin which, in turn, further annoyed him but I got it was a valid point as the black mirror point attests.

“Well, think of it like this. A whole lot went in to create that performance, yes? There are loads of people we don’t see how are vital to what kicks but are nearly invisible? The two, three or four, upon who the attention is fixed are aiming to create a replication of the genuine but amping it up as well as they’re all obviously faking“.

“Makes you wonder why movies come on “reels”“, I interjected. He nodded:

“Yes, yes, exactly this as that is what got me thinking because I find it nigh on impossible to make a connection to anyone else but the other day when we were talking a woman came in and you started conversing and I found I could commune with her via your presence, without effort or blemish, but when you left the conversation ended and I felt powerless. And yet I had so many things to say which were left unexpressed till out came the VHS that mimicked what I wanted but felt overwhelmed by as well. In that respect” he said, turning to the third member of the conversation. “I guess I miss what you have with your wife and Jesus as well as I’m alone, drifting in my head and thus am grateful for one who steps into my wavelength and forms a bridge to other realms that I, personally, cannot imagine”.

“I don’t know whether to hug you or slap you for linking my wife, our faith and a pornographic film into one sentence” he said, looking perplexed. “In comparison” he said, pointing at me. “Your head makes more sense than whatever the hell passes for a mind in his but, then, I also feel empathetic as I simply cannot imagine living like this as I have my family, congregation and loads of friends as well”.

“Can you see the bitterness and why I believe god doesn’t exist yet, all around, I see the hallmarks of intelligence as life is simply too complex to be an accident which leads me to wondering if its me thats the problem or the world who sees none of this and yet are perfectly content to pledge in ignorance as “Everyone is doing it“”.

“Don’t you see how insulting what you just said is?” I asked him. He shook his head and meant it. “Well, basically, you’ve called him a total simpleton that does whatever the rest say and hasn’t an original thought in his head that wasn’t programmed in”. “Bloody well said” chimed the man of gospel. “The thing is, I’d agree with this but the very fact he’s here having this conversation means he’s capable of doing the Knowledge and checking the Path most don’t dare tread ergo he’s a step above them and more than capable of gnosis. On the flip I think you sense the data pouring in and feel it overwhelms thus you attempt to spread as few ripples upon the pool of consciousness whilst his waves are in sync with what a lot accept as “The way it is” and this brings resonance and comfort whilst I look at the medium and message encoded as something that can be surfed, swam or watched from the distance, up a hill, and thats what makes it all fascinating. I mean, taking it back to Friday when Jill walked in:

She’s a bit of nutjob that takes one too many pills but is interested in Knowing the Ledge as she gets twisted to feel less in a quest for obliteration. This is, what I suspect, formed the resonance which allowed you to chip in instead of standing there, quiet kept, but when I left that translator who could speak to both whilst being different was missing, ergo no connection was forthcoming. Why don’t you go clubbing with her sometime or just speak, at depth, after a trip as she often does her friends head in with the type of rumination that we kick ergo you may, in an odd way, just be totally perfect”.

“I don’t think that could happen” he said, and meant it. “I’m too used to being alone. Heck, who dissects the finer points of a porno flick whilst having an existential crisis about the implications of what I’m partaking in and its deeper meaning?”.

“Aye, you’re a strange one lad” said the older gent. “We all enjoy a bit of skin, now and then, but I don’t think I’ve ever thought at that type of depth or even given an F beyond relieving some tension when the wife wasn’t in the mood for some action. How in the F did we get onto this topic again? Oh, heck, that loudmouth prick is coming in this direction. I’ll take that as a cue to bid you two gents a good evening” and off he went as the razzle dazzler did what he does best as the center of attention he directed over to where we sat before sliding, without effort, into the conversation by saying:

“That Jills off her head. We went clubbing, popped some pills and she took more than advantage of my sniff and just when I thought I was in and it was time for sexing she started doing my head in talking about all of this random mess about how the world is so intense and stuff about the fabric of consciousness whilst I was standing there, stiff as a table leg, and trying to get her into bed but she was having none of it. You’ve got some messed up friends” he said, shaking his head, then grinning:

“Cracking pair of tits though. Next time just give me a nod so I know they’re mental but, then again, talking to you they must be a bit “special”, eh?” he said, ribbing the autist, as he lived what he wished whilst detesting the outcome which was just what the other wanted but dreaded to take the steps required to make it happen.

See what I mean about this odd synchrony that manifests as such things? Can we truly be sure of anything beyond our own consciousness as we interact with figments of our imagination due to our fractured awareness which seems to be a hallmark of this level? Or, in more simplistic terms:

Is it getting solipsistic in here? Or is it just me?

Till we meet again

There is a very simple process that tells you exactly how you feel about your Self, the world within which you dwell as well as the life you live. Just because its simple doesn’t mean it can’t make you prickle. Actually, based on experience I’m quite certain it will do this in a large percent of the readers. Usually those invested in the opposite image. Intriguingly there are those who will read, Thunk a bit and shake their heads saying “Not me in the slightest” whereas if you ask another they’ll paint a vastly different pic. Such is the power of self decep and these are the two poles via which it can manifest as one is as numb as the other over sensitive. Approaching the mid we’ll see those who hear the truth but will make excuses, others will place blame for their actions on events or circumstances beyond them and once we are Centered we meet that tiny few percent, a single digit of the whole world, at best, who nod their heads, class it as Self evident, accept it thoroughly and, more often than not, have been working on improving it.

What is the question? This:

In every factor of your life, all spheres of influence from relationships to business, how you are around friends and acquaintances, what you do and say on the web as well as the thoughts you think – actually, any parameters you can pick as all they radiate out from Self and thus are manifestations of that which is within and your relation to it – how do they calibrate, on a scale of One to Ten with your moral compass if Ten was you doing the absolute best, treating as you wish to be treat, honest and rest you expect.

Hoo! Watch them foreheads scrunch as they didn’t expect this. Usually I hand them a sheet upon which is printed a point in the mid and various axis for them to plot where they sit in relation to their potential. Its not always clear cut and never truly simple. Case in point:

A smack dealer marked himself as a nine in ethics whereas an exec for a charity foundation was a one on the same scale. How is this possible? Well, the street pharmacist never sold product that wasn’t tested and verified authentic as, whilst he was in the business of pushing poisons, he made sure they got what it said on the tin and not a bit of that, some of this and a whole load of research chemicals that may kill them if they don’t know what they’re taking. “Sure, I make a little bit less than the rest who do it but I can’t have that on my conscience, ya dig?” he said as I nodded my head. On the flip the exec regularly fiddled his expenses by double billing and various other tricks designed to boost his standard income via such deviousness.

If both the said were lined up with their morals list presented and you were offered a prize in the millions for assigning the right chart to right respondent I can be fairly confident that most would think the dude with a good education, corporate clothing and air of genuineness was most ethical and the guy chain smoking with prison tatts is as shady as they get.

Just goes to show how appearances can be deceptive. Especially since the net stepped in and took this selling of delusions that people posting then buy in and start believing their hype to another level. Its often been said that the prettiest of people are willing to do the ugliest of things to get ahead and this is why I tend to totally discount folks surfaces as I’m after depth. Thing is there are many, many attractive women in this world who are actually ugly as sin. Never trust a big butt and a smile, that girl is poison! What do I mean by this?

An insta model fills out the list. She marks herself as an earnest eight when it comes to being authentic. I actually started laughing when I read this, totally unprofessional I know, but you would have done the same thing as you looked at a set of plastic tits, fake lips, various augmentations, tanning injections, hair and nail extensions and this is before all of the post processing editing and filters as well.

“Really?”.

“What? I am totally authentic. You can ask anyone, they’ll tell you I’m as real as it gets”.

“Are they your friends?”.

“Yeah, they know me best”.

“Are they like you” I said gesturing at the ensemble present.

“Most of them. What a silly question. I don’t get the meaning or why you’re laughing?”.

“What if your collective realness was just a level of fakeness you all accepted? What then? Let me make it simple. Have you ever posted a pic or vid that was totally spontaneous, not edited or picked from a thousand takes for the one that looks the best and, on top of all this, was you au naturel without the bolt ons and accessories?”.

“You know, you really are a prick. That isn’t what I meant and you know it. I don’t know why I wasted my time with this. I shouldn’t have bothered. You don’t know anything. I know I’m real, I know I’m authentic. F you and this stupid test!” she said as she teetered out onto the pavement before I could ask:

“By the way, here you marked a ten for compassion. Could you give me an example?”.

That was a funny afternoon. Just think this gen is going to create little versions of them in a few and they’ll go on to birth kids that step in with augments to their consciousness as the level of awareness of the populace drives off a cliff. Welcome to the digital future. Best book a reality test whilst its still an option.

There was a guy who responded. Super smart, not just broke as a joke but also broken and unlike the girl who firmly believed the image she projects his scores were the inverse of his actual as he’d dealt with rejection so long that he’d internalized it and could no longer accept himself. Very uncomfortable in his skin, all he saw was the flaws and imperfections because the rest of the questions in the test are mere window dressing. Checksums that are thrown in as noise to obscure the only one that counts for anything and everything in the end:

Morals.

The dealer had had nothing but bad breaks, been dealt a crooked hand as he inherited the business his father made via selling smack to fiends. Even if he wanted to escape the options were limited and thus he followed in his footsteps. “The game changed so much between now and then” he said “There once was a time when cuts were inactive and everyone stepped on it a bit to stretch the profits but that changed over the past few years”. He went on to detail the boom in research chemicals and the recent blight of Fentanyl that had people either dropping dead or doing things super wicked to get another hit. “I didn’t want no part of that and stick to my connect whose gear may not be the best but its always certain not to kill because he tests it before selling and we both know the deal because whilst this may be a crappy business I don’t want anyones death on my head if I could have prevented it. I might as well have killed someone for twenty quid. That really what it is, isn’t it?” he stared out of the window as he was chain smoking with a look that was pensive as he felt trapped into a life he wouldn’t wish on anyone else and yet had children and wanted better for them than he’d been given so he did what he did in order to provide an education that would take them far, far from here.

“Everyone does it. Its a perk of the job. I thought someone like you that was well traveled would know all about the racket” the exec said as he sat in his well tailored suit and immaculate presentation. “Run it by me again, like I know nothing. How, exactly, does this scheme work?”. He rolled his eyes which said “I’m wasting my time talking to this idiot” before launching into his explanation:

“All of my family, wife, children and myself bill all of our mileage. Thats a pretty decent flip for doing nothing. Same with lunches, we have a limit we can spend and I’ve got an arrangement with this gent where we split the profits for meals I’ve ordered as he over bills the company, as instructed”.

He went on to detail the grift which was akin to stealing millions by rounding up pennies to the nearest decimal as it was obviously coolly calculated and aims to be within the tolerances expected whilst maximizing his profit. Granted this conversation took place long before the days of digital and full account trails but where there is a will a way will be forthcoming. There was a dizzying array of tricks that ranged from quite slick to downright stupid as he said he often edited and resubmitted slips, asked for advances before a trip then claimed again on the back end as well as the ultimate grift:

“On a lot of trips we get to pick our hotels at the exec level. Well, actually the secretary is supposed to handle this, but it was too much of a win to let slip. That is probably my greatest hustle as I’d make the reservation, submit the ticket with the cost projections then actually stay some place else and pocket the difference. Genius!” he grinned, obviously pleased with himself. I asked him how he’d manage to get away with it for long:

“Everyone is doing it. Everyone. This isn’t our money. Think anyone cares? Who is going to call an audit? I’m telling you, charity cases are licenses to steal for people like me and best believe whilst the folks on the ads may be homeless and starving don’t think for a moment the execs are because we’re all rich and well fed. Its just business” he added, like it was all obvious.

Six figures a year, first class trips across the world for many conferences and meetings that show lots of hand wringing and media trained messages when its open season on the coffers of those donating. Many people don’t realize that these deals are actually the same as any other business and whilst they may have troops on the ground running circles to collect when it comes to the upper level of execs its all about the standard practice they’d expect in any sector they’re employed in. “Its a perk of the job. Thats all it is. I work my balls off for this firm so I deserve it. Is it ethical? Who cares? I don’t” he said and I truly believed it. “Listen, its just the way the world is. You’re young now, idealistic. You’re asking the right questions if you want to get ahead because one hand washes the other and this way everyone is fed. Besides, its not like anyone is missing it and if I don’t some one else dives in and gets their fill. Everyones at it. Everyone. And thats not even the half of it” he added, in a tone ominous.

What he didn’t mention but I later found was that his wife was a “consultant” who ran various shell corporations and that bought another layer to the skim that no one questioned because this was a new invention and he was quite proud of it. Wishing to keep it secret he played that card close to his chest during his impromptu bragging session whilst slightly lubricated to a mind curious that was asking questions about the world and people in it to learn what made who tick.

Morals aren’t something you can broadcast on the socials. Nor are they written on your forehead and, for all intents and purposes, they’re entirely optional in the world at the moment. Especially if you want to get ahead. A heavyweight criminal once said:

“Keep your hands off the civilians, let them have a good night, get wrecked, try and dip their wick and get home in order to come back again” after he took over a club which had previously been ran like the wild west. There had been a string of problems that led to its closure which presented a golden opportunity for him as he’d always coveted the spot, for his own reasons:

“I started out here, you know?” he said as he motioned at the building he’d just purchased. “Everything I am now I owe to that door, its experiences, connections and, most of all, the lessons I learned. Or should I say, were drilled into my head by the gaffer. He was a real piece of work. Anyone in the biz was fair game to get clipped but anyone messing with a punter or doing too much weight throwing would have to answer to him. His reasons weren’t ethical or anything, pure self interest, as he’d bought the place so his kids could come with their friends and he didn’t have to worry about them getting into static as he had a lot of enemies in town that might have hurt them to get at him. Thing is, what he said made loads of sense. I’d seen loads of roided up meatheads that would give it the big un and try and snap the pencil neck of some drunk student as well all the rest of the antics. Thats why this place went fell to bits. Too busy trying to be gangsters instead of businessmen”.

He took over the place, gave it a lick of paint and some renovation and soon the place was jumping as people made trips from all ends of the UK to come party at a club which was not only safe, a great rave and filled with people who mostly behaved plus the drinks weren’t expensive, no watering down or anything else except what it was labeled and thus it became the top pick for hen dos and stag nights as everyone knows the girls up North are gagging for it and quick to spread after a few drinks plus the lads aren’t shy when it comes to asking for a piece of the action and can talk you out of your undergarments before your wedding ring slips and will leave you walking bow legged well into the next evening.

What was this mans worth? If you asked those who’d got on the wrong side of him they’d claim he was the devil incarnated and yet not one of them could ever say he’d been unfair or cheated. His friends say “He’s a gem, he is. Does what it says on the tin. Wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him, mind. But as long as you’re on the up and up he’s the first one to do you a solid”. The kids at the gym he funded would say the same thing as he picked up the tab to ensure they had discipline and place to meet. That and it was an excellent place to spot up and coming talent, put em on the door and commence their training as they were inducted into the criminal empire he’d been building. Now, where do his ethics sit, from your perspective?

“Hmm, I don’t know really. Never stopped to think about. You’ve got some funny old things in that noggin, kid” he said, with a grin. “I’ve never lied. Don’t need to when you’re this big” wink, wink. “Sure I’ve walloped a few people but they were all in the business and thats the way its played, innit? Never ripped anyone off. Always paid for my drinks, never skipped out on a bill. Heck, I even pay most of my taxes. If you ask me its the government thats the real criminals”. He went off on a tirade about how Tony Blair is simply a puppet for secretive elements that pull the strings of influence in the order to ensure what they want happens and how he sends good young men off to their deaths and uses their blood to sign cheques he then cashes himself and blames someone else.

He had a point. On the flip this man, who was a known criminal, actually had a very strong code when it came to yes and no as there were certain things he did whilst others were totally off limits and unacceptable and, from his lens, it was the politicians who were the biggest hypocrites and thieves he’d ever seen. “They’d take the last from your granny, they would. I’ve seen it. Seen it happen with my own eyes, I did. They only care about themselves but they’re good at pretending and lying. Shoveling a load of BS to anyone who’ll buy it when, in reality, they’re the worst you can get. Pure filth”. He spat on the pavement to make his intent clear in case that wasn’t obvious to anyone listening as his voice bellowed recounting the ills of people in positions of influence and their intent about those they represent and profess to protect.

And yet, he had a point that was a clear as it was cogent because time proves that truth, again and again, as those you elect say X, Y, Z to get on the ticket and then come back with an eventual A, raggedy B and C thats seen better times. By that time the opposition is in and they pull the same grift. “Filthy baskets, the lot of them. Ask yourself this, yeah, we’ve seen those poor starving Black kids with files on their faces on the set. Broke my heart it did, couldn’t believe people were still living like this whilst my fridge was filled and I had a roof over my head. I made my donations, read about the success in the press and thought that was pretty decent. The other day, I kid you not, I saw the same ad still running. Can you believe it? I mean, what happened to all that record breaking money they said they’d coined? All the celebs? The song and dance and the rest? You mean to tell me you made a hundred million off donations, no taxes needed and ten years later the same people have still got the same problems? Sort it out, ref! Where’s all that money went? I’m telling you, they’re the biggest thieves. They’re all in on it. They’re the true criminals. We’re just the victims of their tricks and most people are too stupid to even spot the grift”.

Even though that was nearly three decades ago his words are as poignant now as they were then because as much as things have changed they’ve stayed the same in many respects. Got worse in plenty of others, despite our seeming progress as one thing I can attest from my own imperience is people had a lot more Self awareness, back when, than they do in comparison as people seem far more easily influenced, swayed and manipulated as they buy in to the image they’re creating and thus, in the end, totally estranged from Self. And yet, if you point this out to them the reactions are often dramatic. Like I said at the head of this article, when you pull out that moral compass and what how it spins in terms of your conduct and decisions as well as thought processes and the rest there are two kinds of pics you can see:

One fosters the delusions you possess and the other paints a scene based on reality. Then there are further variances in interpretation ranging from the guy who deals to the one who runs a charity. There is no greater beast than man in this realm and it seems his capacity for self deception swells in an inverse ratio to his morals as well as countless camera tricks like the “Everyones doing it!” justification and many other examples.

As the examples attest it has a lot to do with environment and considering that these days most children are captives of the net which instill a “YOLO!” mindset along with “Anything for clicks” thinking as they compete globally for validation and the hope to live their dreams in ways that make others envious of their success and riches it really makes one think that this isn’t some kind of planned destruction because each gen that comes compounds the errors of the ones that bought them in and then adds their own bit in for next Souls drawn in to the Game which uses them as credits. As the doorman turned good in the land where the bad keep the wicked in check said:

“Its all going to hell in a hand-basket. I’ve seen it. Listen, I came from nothing. Nowt. Not a thing. But we had each other. Now I’ve got something but its this” he said tapping the side of my head. “Thats whats important. If that isn’t working like it should then the rest is F’d and they won’t even know it because they’ll think its decent. It worries me, it does”.

They say you know you’re from the streets when you can see all the angles and predict the outcomes before they happen. I wonder what he would have said had he lived to see the digital revolution unfold and the number it did on the heads of those who won’t be content until their iPhone is embedded in their head. The Idiocracy Effect I call it. The evidence is all around to be seen but who truly cares and wants to do a thing in order to make a difference?

I do. Thats why its called willhelp. Me, thee, we, anybody really. You’re all welcome. Charities are thieves, designed to fleece the ignorant. In many ways they are the OG pimps as what came with the web didn’t burst out of nothing but when you don’t question the false so long who accepts the authentic?

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

Stop and think for a moment:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Comprehend:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

“Small lives tend to be happier”.

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

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

Pure consciousness.

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

“Small lives tend to be happier”.

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, if its that simple. Why not?”.

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

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

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

Invisible.

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again