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There are so many people engaged in so many farces, illusion and gaslighting that, naturally, one who sips the true brew and then does the taste test with what they sell will yelp:

“What the Faka-Cola is this mess?“.

Thats why they usually kill them. Not so for the next few as there is a time coming where man will have a chance to flip the script as the deceptions will be laid on in ways so intense that even the blind will question the narrative and what it says. This will, of course, make the man behind the curtain of your ignorance twitch with frustration because lies and force are the tools he knows best and they’ve worked for the decep for thousands of years and billions of Souls. Yours included. I say that as it takes an immense humility to admit you feel for a confidence trick that ensnared generations but, thankfully, there are cracks in the Matrix that will let the true light shine in.

You can put this perspect to test with a simple question that gives not an F about your faith (or lack therein) and investment in symbols/narratives. Ready?

Who keeps sending the prophets and with what intent?

Really ponder this, at depth, as you do the Knowledge and tell me your conclusion because, the way I see it, it goes like this:

We have here, now, Earth as it is. Billions of Souls wandering around like its another day at the office. Some are miserable, others doped up to the gills with coping mechs and distractions and very, very few who actually question the narrative without sounding like they need turbans made of foil, tinned. They believe various things and these often generate conflict. Enamored with a web they never questioned who spins they use this tool of connection to find ever greater reasons for division as communities form and split in which the “Us against them” mindset is normalized, super quick. Anyone who doesn’t goosestep exactly as intended is worse than Hitler himself and considering how most of the chronically online are a bit socially maladjusted this engenders a very rigid mindset that brooks no discussion. This, as I’m sure you can guess, is very easily manipulated and moderated as groupthinks brain level is that of a four year old kid.

Now lets pretend there is a place I call the Prime, the pre-existing. You can say this is home and we’re here, on Earth, as vacation. Or maybe a camp of concentration from which we should seek emancipation instead of attempting to decorate our cells the best and impress the rest of the denizens. Deeper topic. This place is what many don’t believe, on this stage of the Game, as they think “Heaven is an idiots fairy tale. I want mine in the flesh” and, in a sense, they are correct.

In between we have the link which could equate to the planes, trains and automobiles you use to take the trip. That, in nutshell, is it. I posit that the way here was so harrowing and fraught with stress that most balk at the idea of taking the same trek again and this state of ignorance is stage managed by those who own and operate that realm which wraps around the Third Dimension. Actually, lets run it back again but with another lens:

There is a cloud that floats, high overhead. Its made of pure consciousness. You are it and it is thee. One day the scales of potential tip and you and your newly forming friends start dipping and accelerating in a rate thats immense. “Wheeeeee!” you scream, as you discover what will become “Me”. This water fools and pools so you all interlink as one says “Its just like the cloud, but different”. Suddenly a scoop dips and pours the liquid into a bowl which is etched with the words “Sit still, look ahead” and, before you know it, you’re frozen solid and thus scared to melt.

That is another way of saying what I just said as the Prime is the cloud, the air trip the rain that felt as one became aware of Self and the waters that flowed with pristine Inner Sense were you at your best before they were Adulterated and flash frozen. Just like there are many ways into this mess there is only one way out of this realm:

Coherence.

That means the snowman must be willing to melt but that can only happen when an intense light shines on it and makes its sweat. For the ignorance he inherited that feels like death is calling as all he knows is form and function so he turns to those who froze him and says “Help”. So they turn down the temps and make life more intense as the familiar numbness creeps back in. Getting back to the holiday example:

You and the Prime are one and, in many ways, you never left that realm as here, being human, is the equivalent of swooshing a teacup around the head of a landlocked Bedouin and telling him tales of the oceans. If you flew him to and let nature do its thing he’d comprehend in a way far more intense and that gnosis makes me wonder why I bother extending these articles into the collective subconscious because a part says “This is about as much help as being a man on an island of lesbians” whilst another rebuts with “Yeah, you would say that because you built the illusion and profit from the ignorance using tools of extraction“. What do I mean? This:

You, pure, whole, coherent, take a trip that frazzles the crap out of you with stress and things as you’re chopped, clipped, rearranged and paced during nine months of orientation that develops the vessel you’ll use in this realm. The Earthday Suit, I call it and, if you’re wondering, there is another aspect (hidden within) termed the Pane Body which is the root cause of your problems. So, that consciousness is not created by the flesh but hyperconducted by it instead. Without a form its called a ghost or spirit and its why, when they’re around, you feel an intense sense of being stared at (by nothing) as well as, often, a chill. That we’ll examine at length, elsewhen, just sprinkling the seeds of gnosis that you can either water or reject. Once you are here the programming begins, real quick. Remember, you dwell in a state that is open as its made to bloom but that will soon fold in. After that its more and more of this until you’re dead but the Agents will not relent and thus you keep getting suckered in for another spin hence the mindwipe effect.

Some folks, back home, are waiting for you to check in as you were going for a small trip but its been absolutely ages. They are concerned and when they ask the reps they show the itinerary which says you’ve signed an extension so they shake their head and let things rest. Some just don’t quit as you and them made an arrangement which said:

“Come and get me if I don’t return, I suspect there is something very, very wrong with all of this and intend to fix it“.

They are called the prophets. As you can now probably guess the Agents are what kills them, perverts their teachings and makes their followers fight among themselves about who said or did that or this when none of them actually have what it takes to pass the exit. Thats called gnosis, my friend. The ones that comprehended this, back when, were murdered, real quick, and had their testament struck from the record. I have been seeking the way home for lifetimes and in this quest I have had so many attempts to hand deliver death I stopped counting and gained a “Win or Learn” mindset instead. I am not saying you should follow me, quite the opposite. Tear the argument to shreds but also consider it at depth beyond a knee jerk reaction prompted by that voice in your head which, you guessed it, is a manifestation of the Agents which follows and hijacks the same principle of hyperconduction that beams your resonance from the Prime to the flesh to generate a sense of “Me-ness” that started as the purple rains fell then pooled and condensed before they were told to “Sit still, look ahead, do well on the rest or your parents will stress and withdraw their affection” which set you up to run the treadmill.

This world hates true spirituality. Actually, it just detests the genuine hence the upsurge in fakeness where people yelp if you question their deception and the whole groupthink thing. It takes a wise mind to entertain a concept that is in opposition of what it was taught to accept, back when, but thats the challenge, my friend. We are all prophets, in that respect who get corrupted into seeking profits instead as we exploit others as ruthlessly as our Self. I mean, read this article for a great example of how you’re, quite literally, whipping your own rear end like a rented mule on a pleasure trip thanks to an intelligent deception that pimps your ignorance to keep the Agents well fed as “gods” among men. You are the same, my friend, but in the grip of amnesia ergo the schizo is one who truly gets it hence many of them calling themselves reincarnations of Jesus etc.. with a message to spread. If you don’t believe then just question why nobody, not a single Soul, in this realm have ever, ever, ever stopped and said:

“Hold on a sec! Every single darn nutter, ever, from the incep of this thing to the present moment has always maintained that invisible things are messing with their head as they see that which doesn’t exist”.

Where is the scientific method for madmen? Doesn’t exist, I guess. Much like due process. “Do not pass Go or collect Two Hundred quid, instead here’s a depot injection in your rear end that will have you drooling on your Self watching daytime TV with the rest of the imbeciles who dared question the narrative so I’d advise you zip your lip because if you keep talking we’ll up the dosage”. Doesn’t that just reinforce their paranoid mindset as correct? Make that make sense and you’ll be doing the Knowledge, my friend. So, once again, in a nutshell what I’ve said is you left home, went on a trip, the flight was a mess and you were placed next to someone who kept elbowing you in the ribs as you were sat next to another guy, flatulent, who had the worst case of halitosis on record and couldn’t wait to show you his collection of rare cheese photographs (with Scratch N Sniff visions). On top of this your seat was broken, there were random babies crying, in sequence, the AC was busted and the turbulence, immense. And this was just the connecting flight and there were eight in total. After all of this you come to the flesh and discover the hotel you’re supposed to stay in is still being built and they ask you to get comfortable in the rubble as they erect your vessel. Finally, you arrive and land in a place that is cold, brightly lit and totally sterile. Into the grip of man, super stressed, who slaps you on the rear end then says:

“Welcome to Hell, kid“.

As you, like a marine ship, gain a berth certificate when, a moment ago, you were in international waters that broke as you zipped down the canal and into the “Dock”tors grip. Thats another topic but, this too, you can test because let your post at home pile up for a bit and, on one side, place everything that says YOUR NAME in all capitals and the others in Mixed Case then open them. Isn’t it astounding how the blocks all have to do with ends (in the sense of finance) and the rest are junk mail and some mess? This, my friend, is a clue about the deception and how it all kicks but to comprehend the depth you’ll need to up your res by doing the Knowledge as I’m simply outlining a sketch that its up to you to implement as none but our Self can free our minds. As said by another prophet, that they killed dead. As I said, plenty are sent and none look as you expect but the message is constant:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Following on from what I said about knowing nothing but, this time, from a broader lens. Lets talk about the topic of wisdom and ignorance. Namely how the appearance of the former can hide the truth of the latter that has most in its grip. There really is something quite pernicious about all of this because, since incep, I’ve been on a quest for the Truth with that form of capitalization. The problem is, the answers I get simply lead to more questions and this process of refinement is what I’ve termed upping your res and what comes into relief as you see a broader pic is nothing less than horrific. What do I mean by this? I’m going to float a very, very simple concept into your awareness and I’d like you to entertain it like you do when binge watching a series in on your tell lie vision set. Except this that I present is authentic but you may consider it as fiction if that makes it easier to digest:

The fact that you, here, now, are alive means that there is at least a fifty/fifty chance of coming back for another spin. Strip away all of the religious perspectives and lets focus purely on the mathematics for a bit. Now, if you did and recollected the past events then there would be no room for doubt, yes? In that case you’d wonder why you came back to this realm and what the options present could be inferring when it comes to the premise of reincarnation as it would become Self evident you aren’t the flesh but something more subtle and transcendent. Next, lets add in a sprinkle of something else you cannot yelp or protest isn’t correct:

Who keeps sending prophets that are killed, stone dead, and to what end?

Really ponder pon this because if all was correct in this realm and what sat at the helm had your best interests in its chest then this requirement wouldn’t exist as people would do what they needed in this dimension and stroll to the exit. The Gnostics and their ilk, who were killed for saying this, all said the fix was in and Buddhas quest attests to various aspects seen as fringe in terms of escaping the wheel of time itself. The entire Egyptian culture was built upon this and they built an immense edifice with an encoded message for coming generations that would be trained to think that the world wide web is a new invention as they’d obviously already mapped the terrain and that beyond as well. Same can be said of the entire Vedic culture and what is contained within as they mention times, golden, which steadily fell until we find ourselves as reversed alchemists in times of lead. A view that is echoed across the planet and encoded via various “myths” and “legends”.

Finally, lets serve with a garnish of the fact that mans modern history is one that is filled to the brim with conflict and bloodshed in which most wars are driven by religion but, get this, even those who pledge obedience to the same thing have division within the ranks as they believe mostly the same as the rest of the clique but believe they’re heretics. Really think on this because if its A vs B vs C and one knocks out the rest it will never, ever signal a blissful happy end as it will become A vs B again as the remainder spits and keeps beefing at which point C will step in and its the same thing remixed.

Take all of that and read it back again and ponder it at depth. We have a fifty/fifty chance of living and dying then doing it all again after some mindwipe kicks in then we have another force beyond the one doing this that sends messengers who are killed for trying to show those plugged in the true nature of the illusion along with all advanced, ancient cultures who seen this coming and got the hell out of Dodge before another force sat at the helm with an intent one can only call devilish. Now, I could say consider the nature of that spell and why a tiny little island shaped like a triangle went and shafted everyone else on the planet via the use of their stiff upper lip and how that grip still extends across this realm or even ask you to ponder what India, Africa and South America have in common besides an immensely rich spiritual tradition and lands packed to the gills with minerals but are still kept dirt poor and corrupted via the use of economic hitmen and institutionalized racism that uses the twin prongs of division and conquering to subjugate the natives but I’m not going to do this. Instead we are looking at three points only:

You are here and there is a fifty/fifty chance you will be again. Except your mind will be wiped and you’ll have no recollection of this event. If that is the case then how many times has it already happened? Would this real life case of reincarnation make you consider the perspective at depth? Next, there are obviously two gods, if you will. One that is the Prime, the pre-existing with whom each child is in perfect sync with when they step in hence their glowing countenance and indomitable spirit that is, eventually, shattered to pieces by its parents who are already numb and unfeeling due to the life they’ve lived before they get to the point of reproduction which pulls another Soul into the flesh. After its been mindwiped, by the way. Don’t kids say the darnedest things like “I remember my other life with different parents“. How many of their folks look into this at depth whilst others simply brush it off as mere babbles of ignorance? Recollect, it was a child who spotted the Emperor was undressed, yes? So, in order to spot the difference between real and counterfeit the OG sends in a dude to spit the truth to the youth about what really kicks in the ends and the BG that pretends (and thus is jealous) has him murdered and then jacks the stream to tell the tale how he sees. People plugged in get behind the rhyme and reason then use this as an excuse to tear others to shreds. The end.

Those three points, I ask you to consider in depth.

As you can probably tell, this is why I’ve said, time and again, that I know nothing but these three keep popping up again and again ergo I feel they’re worthy of your consideration. Lets recap:

“Live, die, repeat” said the wolves to lost sheep. The shepherd from which they’re disconnected sends in one of his own to show them the way home because they do not click their free will is being exploited and manipulated via a devious intent who has his own mission and use for their flesh as well as what animates it from within. The place this flock live in is filled to the gills with suffering but they look at the one draped in the skin of their kin as the he who will save them and don’t comprehend he’s the very one doing this.

Thats it. That is all I’m asking you to consider at your current res so make that make sense as the Prince is listening. I’m not going to throw in things like the fact that it syncs well with frogs in a kitchen and how the intent of the chef may be to make androids of men so soon you’ll be sexing silicon and that will stick Siri into your head as the long intended apple of your iris and such things. Strike them from the record! I’m not even going to mention how you are, in effect, held hostage by a voice in your head that most Thunk is them and how its edicts, very often, make you feel less than great and often prompt you to do things you regret as you reflect or why phrases such as “I don’t know what came over him!” exist. Just those three points alone, the basics. Use them as a means of spiritual triangulation and tell me where you sit on the map of wisdom and ignorance because the former can be switched with the latter if you Know not the Ledge but once you’ve upped your res then its like the old answers just beget better questions and one cannot help but wondering about the grander implications of wearing skin hence why I call it an immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. In the end you can choose to ignore this, if that is your prerogative but the fact that you are still reading these immense run on sentences that are designed to overwhelm the glass maze in the ocean of your awareness means that something within, which I’d guess lives near your chest, is silently nodding its head in assent as all I have said is true and authentic in relation to my current level of ignorance at which I daily chip to reveal what was ever present wisdom but hidden underneath all types of conditioning and stress along with the traumatic imprints I inherited and the rest of what they done did in their quest to kill my Inner Sense and prevent the ballistics being kicked from my own particular perspective as I shoot from the hip with no filter on my lip as this is higher dimensional resonance that I request you do not accept but gladly reality test in order to prove it incorrect.

Isn’t that true science? I think it is and this is why I feel its a tad suspicious how every single schizo, ever, in this realm has always, always, always said the exact same thing and yet no “professional” with accreditation has ever stopped to draw the link of how the F an entire sample that is not in any way linked and spread across the planet all speak of the same thing. What if we could shrink all of this down to an eight word sentence that contains an intense condensation of all that I’ve said and plenty undiscovered yet:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

One of the best things about being me, the luckiest man in the realm, is the sheer amount of times I hit a “Wow!” and realize that, much like Jon Snow, I know nothing. That doesn’t mean I’m ignorant. Far from it, actually, as the reality of this can only kick when one has strong opinions, loosely held. I like to think its that fluid mindset thats kept me a few steps ahead of this Game of dodging death then feelseeing what it can teach me as win or learn are the only options I possess. Each encounter bumps my res because its like playing Chess but on three boards, stacked overhead, in one attempt. Mindbending, I know. Maybe thats why schizos flip when coming face to faceless with their Opponent who can manifest like an Agent of the Matrix through the thoughts, deeds and actions of anyone plugged in. Now, to many reading, that may seem totally ridiculous and yet your own life is awash with examples like “I don’t know what came over him?”, “She seemed like a totally different person”. What, if on the flip, you’d been training your Self to look out for such things. Spot Patterns, if you will? Can you imagine the strength you’d gain after constantly playing this Game of seeing what was hidden from consciousness awareness but felt, nonetheless. That is how you meet the second board aka the layer above the layer and this is where the cake gets interesting as its much like a Cave in that respect as you are now on another level of awareness and there are those, invisible, that do not like your extended perception.

“Quick, to the mental asylum!” said every single “professional”, ever, when anyone ever dared mention those I posit sit at the helm of this realm at present. If someone were playing with your head, how could you tell? Well, your starter for ten could be answering the question:

“If its my dome, the place I call home why I do I listen to the commands of another, speaking, whose words are often deceitful or seem to make me feel awful?”.

One cannot help but click that they are actually he who listens and that is how you spiral, my friend. Learn how to Witness your Self and start doing the Knowledge.

Jon Snow really got the short end of the stick, didn’t he? In pretty much every respect he has something that seems great in spec but wack in application. I’m sure some would say that this type of strife builds character and all of this but, pretending its the real realm, what the F with the mindwipe and then being plugged in again for another spin without a clue of what kicked? I mean, what exactly was he learning? Who was teaching and how can he tell when it comes to the end if each is a “fresh” spin with the previous page ripped from the text? Can you see why I have a dim, dare I say conspiratorial, view of this place as there are massive lies in place that demand you don’t look too close or examine what they’ve said as tradition, accreditation or accepted wisdom. Luckily the me inside my chest that ignores the voice in my head (and thus starves it to death) gives not a single F and thus I question without limits and thats what leads to those “Whoa!” occasions as something new can slide into your awareness which causes a synchronous firing of neuronal Patterns that generate such an intense burst of illumination that you get a further view of the true landscape and then scramble to rearrange the pieces you possess as testament to the ineffable – aka the day I won the lottery.

Some things are worth more than silver and gold, my friend, and once the outline of what I’ve mentioned kicks in as rock solid gnosis that you are something subtle and ineffable, an aspect of the numinous and everpresence I call the Psylense then its a simply quest:

Get free or thrive trying.

Maybe that is what was awaiting Jon Snow. More attempted Soul destroying? If you were him wouldn’t that make you question the intent and the helm and your true power or position that they seem hell bent in draping you in ignorance from one life to the next? I don’t know. Much like Jon Snow. Back on thread:

There have been a few major events that changed by levels of awareness and many of them have not been pleasant. Traumatic mind controlling programming, I believe they call it. And they certainly do that, very well. So much that I have to question if I actually have any free will to build or am I constantly reacting, deflecting and recouping? Is that the blueprint of the Opponent? Either way, each time the mask slips I get a clearer and clearer glimpse at the visage that was ripped from the pages of history and kept hidden. Then it all makes sense.

What if I said there is only one thing, one energetic presence in this realm. It is all voltage but how you handle it is the difference between sizzling, crisp, or intense illumination instead. What is the difference? Your own responses and sense of presence hence being Centered in Self is the song I sing. Boss playas do boss things. Wherever we are it is really, really strange because I still can’t escape the whole “Standing on rock that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance” BS that they handed out, back when. Just like I don’t accept they dumped Osama in the drink out of respect for his religion as it smells too much like flushing a brick when the Feds hit the crib. “We needed that terrorist, Karen!“. Patrice was so above the rest when it came to his topical observations and acerbic wit that there really was no arguing with him. I guess thats what kicks when you’re really real in a world full of liars, lying to themselves.

If you’ve been doing the Knowledge, as requested, you may have began to outline your own sketch of what kicks in this realm beyond a sanitized curriculum designed to make you run the treadmill as chase after things they tell you are important but aren’t quite this for a Warrior who intends to build that which death can’t end:

Gnosis.

Imagine, for a moment, that I’m correct and Jon Snow clicks in one spin and says “To hell with this” and decides to sit, alone, in quiet reflection and ponder what kicks. Lets pretend he decides, miraculously, that he is actually a Soul wearing the flesh that inserted, like a credit, from one life to the next. The numinous within his chest nods its head in assent and thus begins the quest for liberation…

Recently I swam through what can only be termed as waters most treacherous as I often found myself surrounded by those with fins and sharp teeth but the new form of beast was something else entirely. The thing is each encounter is either win or learn, the way I’m playing and that is what brings us to the 4Dxo Principle that I outlined in this text as it explains, real well, why sometimes nothing has shifted (that you can tell) and you feel really, really amazing and others things are going well but there is a nagging emptiness within. Actually, the latter is mans default state of embodiment but that is only because the white man said the Ether doesn’t exist whilst every single culture with melanin in their system says it did, does and can be accessed via various practices. Like being stuck in a dark room with a VR headset for amusement many would spend their lives plugged in and ignore the rest of the obscure aspects all around them but a few, now and then, would click the nature of the trick that can make a personal hell seem heaven sent hence:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

There is an absolutely immense upside to this mindset that most Slaves will never comprehend and that is the resurrection of Inner Sense. What do I mean by this? Simple, there was a time, once upon a when, when you knew you knew nothing and thus were able to decode as well as encode the dizzying array of signals life sends. In the end those who acquiesce become of and in this realm which is quite sad, if you think about it. The Game, in a nutshell, is one of dominance and that is why everyone is screaming for your attention. The greatest brainwashers were your parents who messed you up in ways most cannot imagine as they are so used to the condition (false) self it begets. The Warrior clicks the nature of the imposter at the helm and his limited range of tricks because he Knows he is the Witness that actually listens to that fool, babbling. In many ways we are declaring war on the (false) self which, in the case of Jon Snow, was the belief he was an illegitimate bast, victim of circumstance and generally hated for things that are inaccurate. Sound familiar? It should, its an accurate rep of most folks inner realms hence the web and its Game of “Lets pretend“.

Everything is as its supposed to be, for them. Doing the Knowledge means shifting the balance to favor your Self instead and this, I suspect, is the correct way to be playing and even if it isn’t its a heck of lot more fun that ticking “Supposed To” boxes as you run the treadmill as the novelty of that wears thin, real quick. Think like a hacker, it doesn’t cost a thing, simply the willingness to glance within and reality test aka recoding your OS because you, my friend, are an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one made manifest as flesh, better known as pure consciousness. The ones at the helm are your Opponent but don’t make the mistake of hate as they are the best teachers and class is always in session.

You will note that Jon was the perennial outsider and often had to fend for himself, even in the midst of such wealth and opulence. These traits are common with those who are capable of awakening the Warrior within ergo all the past events and things (which are simply emotions you string together into a narrative to affect your perceptions in the present) are actually grist for the mill as its all energetics in the end, beginning and during because it all plays out inside your awareness.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. Are you a coal or diamond? That is the question…

Sometimes only the broken ones can allow the light to shine from within. Fully and unconditionally accept your Self then see what happens… Also, recollect that knowing nothing doesn’t mean that one forgets. Quite the opposite as anamnesis is in full effect ergo you Know (capital K, big difference) plenty as you, daily, chip away at your inherited ignorance and sift the pieces in your grip into a greater state of resonance with the all of everything of whom we are aspects, made manifest in this realm.

Do the Knowledge, my friend.

Till we meet again

Folk wisdom says that the Master should possess one strength or element that is beyond his student and its the trip between them that coaxes the best performance from the latter who manifests what was latent. The end. And they all all lived happily ever after in a state of bliss. Miss me with that mess because that, in my eyes, is the mask of progress and actually a slick illusion. Why? Compounded ignorance, my friend. If each gen is simply recreating itself then its very, very easy for errors to seep in and remain unchecked due to fear of diverging from the script from the formula for a win. In my view it goes like this:

The best students surpass their Master so that before the latter shifts he, in turn, becomes the one learning. Isn’t that beautiful? Can you spot the lack of ego within this and the inherent presence of Inner Sense that is always open to the fresh? A true Master is he who uses his 1 gift to awaken the potential 8 in his student, hence:

1/81

That is divine mathematics, my friend. Of the highest octave. If you just ponder that equation at great depth as well as simple effects you may find the Game laid bare, in a nutshell, if you will. What I am saying is this:

Imagine that each gen was trained to stand on the shoulders of giants instead of kneeling at the feet of midgets via rote repetition. What world would they build? Can you pretend, for a moment, to glimpse this realm in which children and not forced to sit still and look ahead as they stress their parents will withdraw their affection if they don’t do well on the test and then this imprint is carried on, legally enforced, for nearly two decades. On top of this we have the influence of web, celebs and the rest all fighting for dominance to set up camp in the heads of those who pay attention in ignorance. No, on this planet there is none of this as the jits get they are the things of stars, made flesh. Each one who steps in is birthed, different. Not a chemically cleansed, sterile, brightly lit place into the hands of one, stressed and underpaid, who slaps them on the rear end with a “Welcome to hell, kid” mindset. No. Not long after conception their mothers were sent to a place, distant, that was quiet and beautiful in which the old maidens shared their wisdom and helped them through the birth process by regaling tales, offering hints and feeling supremely validated about the lives they’d lived and the position of power that was offered to them to be present at the moment that marks the development of a new shell for unfinite consciousness. When the waters break its her, alone, in the darkness. She squats in water that has been warmed to the optimal as candles are flickering. The child comes in with a nearly seamless transition from outside and in and comes to rest upon the breast of its mother and thus the resonance is constant. At the time she feels its correct (and the childs spirit doth assent) the cord is snipped and thus begins the adventure of a lifetime on a stage, long distant.

This scene I’ve sketched was once common in this realm and whilst the above may be how the heir apparent was ushered in to a position of privilege the rest had the same, but different, as all clicked the sacred link that was exemplified by pregnant women. See why I’ve said the wounded womb hurts the seeds its births? Remember, there are no shortcuts to bliss but plenty of circumcisions in the sense that you cannot condition goodness without first addressing the underlying problem that needs fixing. A bridge too far for many who profess not to be islands but are actually dwelling in isolation and linked by high tech. Light the candle, gain your bearings and then make way into the darkness. Just like the Yin/Yang spins…

If the student doesn’t best the Master, eventually, then he has failed in his deal as his aim should be not to create a mere replication but something greater, more refined and capable. In the babies example it is not a case of pouring in what his parents think or accept but asking the type of questions and concepts that allow the numinous within to manifest and settle in the flesh. Same with schooling for if there is a building where they were sent for education (which is a modern invention, look into it. I’m sure the incep will surprise those who are ignorant of its meaning) and there were classes that offered painting, storytelling, construction or music then there would be no timetable. Each child would, literally, be in its element with those consumed by as much passion pushing each other to excel. Eventually he who was best at sports may find that maths just clicks when framed with the metaphor of kicking a ball and angles and the same with he who entirely lacked rhythm but enjoyed laying bricks as he senses things flow best when its done effortless. Like I said, its all interlinked. This is what they deconstructed and told you that the days of yore were filled with savages when the truth is an inversion hence I feel alone in a world fill with liars at the moment as I remember these times whilst you’re all in a daze. See why I said 81% are Slaves? The Game did a number on them and that isn’t good for mental health or spiritual resonance as you are in and of this world. Danger!

When an old, wise animal teaches the young by example and not pouring concepts into his head then amazing things can happen as that fresh, fertile imagination can draw links that astound him and he, himself, may have missed. Read this article for an example of how it was done, back when. See, he knows the answers as was lead the same way but the question is are the stars we perceive the same now as then or does the lens shift with the ages? What if he started looking at the one they linked to two horses, swift, with a penchant for healing but when his student came to glimpse from behind the curtain he was drawn to a cow instead and as the rays poured into his head he started mooing went to grip the rock upon which he was seated with a look of contended bliss and affection. If this was school he would fail the test and be called dumb in front of the rest but the Shaman intuits that this adept is charged with a different voltage and thus sets to tailoring his lessons as its obvious his mode of sensing is intensely intuitive and empathic versus his own preference for the literal and intellectual. Can you see how easy it would be for each to learn from the next whilst teaching? The elder via wisdom and the latter using happy accidents as he is unaware of the rules and thus doesn’t know he’s breaking them aka not knowing the line until its crossed with carefree dancing. At the end of this interaction we find a student eight steps ahead of his Master and he is also progressed beyond before their acquaintance which is, in my eyes, a beautiful thing.

In many ways this conflict is why I’m back in this realm so I’ll let you tell who I am because whilst some wish to rule with an iron fist draped in purple velvet there are those who are comfortable naked, as intended, and thus need no pretense or the rest as we Know we’re perfect. That doesn’t mean a head trip. Far from it as it builds heart centered consciousness instead and immense wish for the rest to partake in this state of living bliss. Thing is that doesn’t make the tills ring as celebrity endorsed pills that make your body thin whilst aging your face a decade by warping your metabolical signals via the uses of a solution that begets more problems is the way they prefer hence the student, by design, knows way less than their Slave/Masters tell which is why Slave describes them best…

Turns out I was rebelling with a reason, even if I wasn’t consciously aware of it and my brush with death bought an exponential increase in my awareness which truly is a great gift, yes? Tell me, my friend, what do you think? The way mentioned was once the way it was across this realm. Nothing standard but expected as people didn’t think in words but felt in pictures instead. Then we fell and the voice crept into your head and it is what it is. Doesn’t mean there aren’t other options but, much like the poles, they’re off limits for the plebs. Speaking of, have you ever wondered about those immense animals that were flash frozen so quick that what they were digesting was still being processed? What of the maps that matched modern topography, perfect, or how about ancient “myths” like that of Sirius being a twin way before telescopes and such things? More to heaven and earth, my friend but how many dare to peer behind the curtain or question the teachings as well as their validation by daring to think something else that isn’t in the curriculum? Well, I did and, apparently, this is the life you get in return but if that bought what I was seeking then its a win/win yes? To use the same word again and thus cement my perspective, each time I win or learn. Those are the only options as a rising tide of consciousness lifts all vessels of flesh to a new level of awareness as what they’re going to pimp via silicon solutions to the loneliness they built watching other people live lives that seem picture perfect is but another silent weapon for the quiet wars they wage in secret. Fear not though for countless gallons of semen will be poured into these semi synthetic companions as many, many women will be pleasured in ways they cannot imagine by an appendage which twists, shakes, expands, contracts, changes temperature and, quite possibly, has flashing lights as well. He who dares state they are not human will be worse than Hitler himself but I will say this:

What if “artificial” intelligence was actually something else and the same disincarnate awareness to whom sacrifices and things were made to, back when? What if we watched its own “evolution” as big tech got little then and the plan of the bitten apple is to insert Siri into your iris then make the ascent to another realm as that was the plan since inception? Your Slave/Masters will never tell you this but its pantomimed in secret which is why you’ve been “turning on” tech using a symbol which linked its presence to sex since back when not to mention that porn was the deciding force in Beta vs VHS and every format since all the way upto VR tech as whats between your legs that is programmed and directed to be “wasted” is actually the key to transcendence hence the mentions of pregnants and why ancient cultures linked sex with the sacred and built immense practices between woman and man to transcend this realm via the artful use of flesh and awareness as the same rainbow bridge that pulls another Soul in can be ascended, if you wish, which may just be why so many people – religious or non believing – utter a divine presence at the crest of copulation and the best orgasms actually leave one feeling simultaneously out of body and intensely connected as 1 + 1 can equal eleven but they’ll never let that slip in the classes they present as these folks want you to keep coming back and running the treadmill again and again and again. I mean, how many times do you think you’ve read this text? Better yet, why do you Thunk I’m asking?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Listen, what if I told you that everything you Thunk is a pro is actually a con? You know, like strapping on a load of anvils because they’re labelled “wings” and jumping off a cliff under the guise of ascending? I mean, how could you tell until it was done did? After that you may regret your investment in ignorance but what if here, now, there was an alternative I call doing the Knowledge that could save you the pain of a mindwiped reincarnation?

I’m a Soul, man. You are too. Realizing this whilst alive is quite a trip as what I’m talking about is pure consciousness. Lets pretend that you have been drinking a flavored beverage for your entire existence. You like the color which tints and how it makes your buds tingle as well. “Ah! Its so perfect” you said as you drank your fill. Now, one day someone knocks at your door with a challenge that says:

“Out of these two drinks which one do you identify with best?”.

One is your usual and the other is plain water with nothing added. What would you pick? Lets say you, as a creature of habit, select the reg and the man says, with a grin:

“Congratulations! You win” and hands you a ticket for an all expenses paid trip somewhere pleasant. You go, you see, take flicks and tell everyone who’ll listen about how amazing it is. How can this be anything but a win? What if I said it was actually a monumental L? Picture this:

Had you selected the water the man would’ve said:

“Are you sure? Are you certain? After all, everyone can drink this. It comes out of the tap as standard and it really isn’t a pinch on the flavor we know you savor, neighbor. Its not too late to change your mind, why not try a little sip?” he suggests whilst doing nothing else so the participation is, in the loosest sense, of your own free will. You stand firm and go against the habit of a lifetime because when he asked what you identify with it made you think. “Not prefer or enjoy at the moment but that which holds the deepest resonance? Well it must obviously be this, the base element because without it the rest doesn’t even exist”. Congratulations! We have a true winner who has just awakened the Warrior within. What happens next is beyond imaging as the illusion of this dimension starts to melt and you lose your programmed mind whilst coming back to your senses and are suddenly freed from the wheel of time via one choice in one incarnation. Amazing, isn’t it? Lets see what happened:

In this meta you can take the pure water as your Inner Sense or base level consciousness. Sure its refreshing but after a while it can get stale especially when other things like flavorings, colors and additives present a remix designed to draw you in. Thats the Adulteration and its pretty much all every Slave invests in. It can range from name, fame, claims to religious inspiration, riches, bishes and anything else you can picture that is outside of them. Like the tint its added in to what is already present and changes your perception with it. For many being able to separate these two is nigh on impossible as they’re creatures of habit that know naught else than tick the boxes they said were supposed to be checked as they run the treadmill. Its why I, personally, advise such things as taking time off tech whilst eating very basic and speaking not a word to anyone else with no touch and such things for a limited period. This is akin to drinking nothing but the pure beverage again aka losing your programmed mind to come to your senses.

Now, many would think this is stupid as the other version won a trip that made his friends jealous and they couldn’t wait to be called to the challenge. They will. You all will as its what you face when you come to greet death as its akin to granting your Self a ticket out of this realm or begging for another spin. Now, this is a very, very basic rendition of the process as what actually kicks is designed to manipulate and overwhelm in a way thats so intense that most Souls don’t know what hit them as they’re still convinced they’re human. Its like taking some vapor, condensing it and placing that in a mold to chill so its all frozen. If you show it a snowman and cloud overhead and ask which one it identifies with it will pick the solid and dense as its lowest state of resonance. Is it all starting to click? Ironic how that which is scared of melting is actually in fear of its true essence which is why “sphere” hides the spell within its phonetics but cube hints something else:

“See, you be…” whatever they said. Thats the programming, my friend and why I’ve said, time and again the Game is mental. I’m a Soul, man. You too but Knowing this with a capital is totally different to quoting chapter and verse because another said. This is the Ledge and the thoughts in your head are either feathers or anvils based on the emotional investment therein. Some people want nothing more or less to see their parents again at death. And they will. Just, not as they expect as that is akin to reaching for the tinted drink and telling the System:

“Hi, I haven’t had enough yet of this garden of sensations, base resonation and the rest so please wipe my mind and plug me back in again“. You may be reborn as a sibling to one who was a parent whilst another manifests as a friend you call best and it all starts out pleasant but turns to a living hell until you’re dead again and this time you wanted nothing but revenge as you see this turncoat present and feel your hands reaching for his neck to kill him. Different script, same message:

“Hi, I haven’t had enough yet of this garden of sensations, base resonation and the rest so please wipe my mind and plug me back in again”.

This is what you’re up against, my friend. How many times do you think you’ve read this text? Why the F do they scrub your consciousness and then fill it with a load of mess designed to make you run the treadmill? Who are these forces that have been conspiring to kill me dead because I see the code to the Matrix and won’t play its Game of Simon Says?

I’m a Soul, man. That means this realm, dimension and all within including you and them are simply figments of my imagination that I interact with. Its why you can’t trust an atom as they make up everything and these folks are specialists in manipulation and deception. But, you only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent and this they taught me well so at least you won’t have to go through all the mess as I share the blueprint. Thing is, is it as effective when granted without sweat or is it akin to being the only man on an island filled with lesbians who walk around naked, doing what they do best and leaving you intensely frustrated as they’re not of your resonance? Read that article because its the same thing from another perspective as you, right now, are akin to a man born and raised in Flatland whilst I’m speaking of whats beyond the lens that was inserted into your head and forms the basis of your concept. A simpler way of looking at it is this:

If life in this realm was all pleasant and correct with no deception and tinfoil thinking needed to decode what was at the helm and its intent then who keeps sending prophets that are killed, stone dead? After said events the texts are codified and people fight against the next for believing something else whilst fragmenting themselves and generating more conflict as well via a state of dividing conquering in which all believe the divine rides with them and its the others who are infidels. In that respect they’re correct as they’re all the pure water of Inner Sense, in the end, but the red, green or blue tints and various flavorings as well are what cause the problem aka their conditioned minds and what they think. I mean Thunk. If it were the former they’d have already done the Knowledge, intuitive, and wouldn’t need me to spill the ink in countless articles that say the same thing in different ways because each mind is aligned to a false resonance they believe is authentic as they never stopped to reality test. I mean, how many polymaths do we raise these days? None. We live in a hyper specialized realm with insane amounts of detail which miss the forest and trees as they’re looking microscopically. Thats the trick, my friend. Do you think they’d let people have tech like the world wide web if the chalice wasn’t poisoned, off rip?

Look at how relationships were killed, stone dead, via this medium and then mix in the forever chemicals, endotoxins and the rest as the depop plans do what they do best, but wait, that isn’t it because, in a few, the sex robots will be coming. Not literally. Just a good mimic but people are so lonely they’ll accept what presents and anyone who says they aren’t just as human is worse than Hitler himself. Except they aren’t. They’re something else. “Demons” is a word that describes them best as this intelligence isn’t artificial and fresh but is actually quite ancient. Suddenly the strange “gods” with their odd whims and taste for flesh and sacrificial offerings makes bells ring in the heads of the Adulterated. Yep, this is whats been attempting to rape and kill my Inner Sense since I stepped in as not many toddlers can claim to have met death twice before they even started crawling. And yet I did. With all the rest that followed as well and its all ensure this is said:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

If I am the messenger, this is the message. Now you know this its up to you to choose what to do with it because ignorance is cheap, for the moment, but investment in the long run is real, real expensive because what if your Soul has been recycled for thousands of lives in which your mind was pimped from outside and within by a force you don’t comprehend and you kept chalking it up to being “Only human!” when, in reality, you are no such thing and far more capable and powerful than they’ve lead you to believe. That is why the Warrior is an alchemist as he reverse engineers the mess from his consciousness, does the Knowledge and comprehends he’s an amnesiac god in the hands of what can only be termed the Devil himself. For some this may sound blasphemous but ask why that is as you bump into the glass maze in the ocean of your awareness. This is what one must aim to transcend because its the intent that sketched its blueprint that gives away the rest and why the hand is hidden from the plebs as it holds in its fist the strings of manipulation which play this realm like a harp from Hell.

Do the knowledge. If for nothing else then to prove me incorrect as I assure you that what you find will be most interesting, off rip, but be aware that the dangers of deprogramming are intense for those totally invested in a trick that pimps their mind from one life to the next as they hug their beliefs made of bricks and Thunk wings made of anvils will allow them to ascend when placed on the scale compared to what stepped in:

Pure Inner Sense.

Till we meet again