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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

There are twelve words, in a certain arrangement, that hold the key to unlocking reality as it stands. Not as you hope, wish or were programmed to think but how it actually is. Ready?

Everything is a test and nothing is what it seems to be.

This is actually the hardest thing to implement in the flesh because since you started wearing skin you’ve been lulled into a state of forgetfulness when it comes to your true strength and, with it, the actual nature of this realm where hell can seem heaven sent to one intent on coloring in between the lines, pre set.

I’ve have spilled lots of ink on this articles I’ve sent to the web, and thus, into the collective unconscious as that is what it truly is. I sprinkle these seeds with diligent effort as my intent is nothing less than total transcendence. Both for Self and the rest who are willing to do the Knowledge. Now, those at the helm that made it like this do not like this concept one little bit but thats what kicks when you’re pure and authentic in a world full of liars, yes? There is a really, really simple way to reality test what I said:

Mixed signals.

They are the hallmark of Adulteration, my friend. This is akin to water being mixed in with milk as both are liquid but the original richness is missing when dilution is present and thus its up to you to sift and separate what is real from what isn’t. Many cannot be bothered to do this. Most don’t even suspect the trick but it too is once again very easy to prove. Just look at this pic:

Water, meet milk. Or, at least, what the voice in your head tells you you used to sip whilst offering a counterfeit. Sure, it may appear liquid, have the same ml but the taste is missing. Thats is what we call a confidence trick and the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. Comprehending this means you can flip the script and become a Victor instead and they like this even less because whilst stupidity may be contagious its also true that a rising tide of awareness lifts all ships of consciousness from the depths of dim realm in which gods, amnesiac, forget their true strength. Not me for we (that is me and the child within) are in resonance and this is the same equivalent of these two mediums I mentioned as you have Adulteration on one end and Inner Sense within the shell which was created to hide the pain you won’t admit happened. Do you see why I said that everything is a test and nothing is what it seems to be? How can it be if you’ve been lulled into a false sense of awareness via what most don’t comprehend isn’t them but issues its edicts via a voice in their head that, nine out of ten, makes them stress, feel bad or just straight up miserable. Like I said, you’d never treat anyone else like you do your (false) self so does that mean we’re actually dead and this is hell or are people just gluttons for punishment?

I actually wonder if there is any point typing this and then I comprehend thats the Devil himself as the problem with this realm is that badness is close at hand but for the divine one must stretch but even that is filled with illusions as there is no stronger coping mech than religion, my friend. Many do not like to hear this as they cling to the solace it begets like a drowning man a brick but I will say that if you pray to anything outside of Self you have been deceived, my friend, as you are an aspect of the all of everything:

Pure consciousness.

That is what built this realm and, paradoxically, what is within and gaining perception of this process is mindbending as it works much like a mill but spins two opposites and we’re caught in the mid. Once again, the entrance is also the exit aka becoming Centered in Self but doesn’t this world tell you thats a bad thing? Take it away, architect:

Basically you must be willing to examine everything you Thunk is via the critical lens of Inner Sense that, once upon a when, asked an endless stream of questions that, somehow, started to dribble as you thought you had it sussed and needed no more information since as all you perceive must reinforce what you expect otherwise its death to the infidels.

Everything is a test and nothing is what it seems to be.

This is the truth that was revealed to me as I’ve been searching, for lifetimes, for a way out of this realm and thus am familiar with the illusion and bamboozlement because when divide and conquer is the script one must unify and bow, humble. I am but a servant, in that respect because said mindset is death to the (false) self that always wants to drink more than its fill but the beast with many heads cannot digest and thus its appetite is without end. Just look at the super rich and ultra successful. Do any of them appear content? If you took all they possess and placed it on one end of the scale with a child playing with their crayons and totally wrapped up in creating them sharing a pure vision from within which one would you say screams of Inner Sense whilst the other reeks of Adulteration and coping mechs designed to hide this with trinkets and accomplishments? I’m not saying they’re not fun, quite the opposite, but its when you peer beneath the surface that it starts to become Self evident that there are various levels of decep at play in this realm and thus the Game is beyond rigged which should make one ask questions because if it takes so many binds and tricks to create one human then what does that say about what you’ll meet after death? What if that is when the Game truly begins in and this is just training for the final test?

What if you hand to walk on your hands for a few steps and had never practiced in the flesh? What then? Think about how simple this feat is, even though its initially complicated, and how a little effort now could equal liberation then? The entire Egyptian culture was based on dying and never coming back to this realm and look what they built with encoded wisdom to tell the rest to do the Knowledge and get the F out of this realm as they knew that, once the sky fell, mans minds would be so dimmed they wouldn’t see what was right in front of them. Or, maybe, thats rites in front of them? You know, like cursive and spells? See why I call English, Devilish, my friend?

Everything is a test and nothing is what it seems to be.

I don’t want you to believe me. Prove me wrong instead and find one thing in this realm that is actually coherent and not self contradictory in any way. Start with the story in your head, if you wish, as thats the greatest trick he possess as you are not that which speaks but the one who listens. Do the Knowledge.

Till we meet again

How radical are you willing to be, Mr Green? What do I mean? What do you feel? That is the key. Always has been and always will which is why “Sit still! Look ahead! Do well on the test or your parents will stress and withdraw their affection” is the song they sing. If you think about it thats a pretty wicked trip to put on a kid. I guess thats why that spell refers to goats, sacrificial. In each stage of this Game feelings do not change because they are raw, original and direct. I guess thats why they’re legislating them at present so the question is how radical are you willing to be? What in your life isn’t working to bring the change you wish to manifest?

If we look at the collective and all its cows, sacred, this is the world they built. Its a mess, isn’t it? Exactly as intended because what people hold to be true the simulation brings into view ergo one man can make a difference. Heck, in the end, thats all that ever creates a shift so, once again, how radical are you willing to be?

In order to fit into the Game you are forced to be fake. The real you, Inner Sense, gets Adulterated and your parents congratulate each misstep that leads you to be as miserable as them. Crazy, isn’t it? None of that old stuff worked. Or maybe it did and things are exactly as intended? I personally suspect that one of the upsides of a living hell is that one can befriend their demons and ascend to another state of being via modes of engagement that are quite different to what is pushed via syllabus. What do I mean? Well, consider how everyone wants to be anyone but themselves at the moment. Doesn’t that hint at a major schism in the collective and individual? What made them like this? This is what made me question my states of dysfunction as well as those around in the ends, back when.

A lot would listen, nod their heads or think “That boy is off his meds!” upon hearing what I said but a tiny percent would dare to look within and try something else. It can be anything. I don’t recommend immense steps when one is sleepwalking. The first trick is comprehending you’re in an altered state of consciousness which is akin to hypnosis and its done to thee (the Witness) via the voice in your head. You aren’t it. If you can see it, you don’t have to be it. Create that space and watch miracles happen. Next, those around are simply reflections of your inner realms that beam back your resonance thus stop wrestling with the octopus as its built for this and you can’t win by playing its Game. Choose different. How? Grab a pad a pen, ask the child within. That is always a great step that can unleash a torrent of inspiration. Next, implement it. Gnosis without application is as much use as being erect on an island filled with women that wish only to lap each others chalice.

Problem is the rules are set so well because we are, first and foremost, creatures of resonance. Do you want your perspective confirmed or do you relish the challenge of one who thinks different? This step often reveals how you don’t and Thunk instead as that is a step removed, mechanized process that makes beasts of men who feel a nagging sense of emptiness. It wasn’t always like this and as much as it may sound like I rag on this realm its actually pretty decent in terms of freedom as this stage is one where you can gain enlightenment, real quick. There are things happening so far beyond this that are beyond the comprehension of most mortals but then what do you expect from a race of gods, amnesiac?

AHA!

None of that old stuff worked because whilst it was designed to seem effective the underlying intent was mass confusion via the Hegelian Dialect. See the Hippies, for example. A bunch of CIA kids singing “Overthrow the government” whilst handing out signs and symbols that mean something else beyond what they expect. None did the Knowledge. This is the world they built. What comes next? If you keep layering ignorance on top of tricks then the temple you’ve built must be one of deception, yes? Point this out and they’ll call you “Infidel” or “Heretic” whilst they themselves are thirsting in an oasis of potential. Whats next? Death, reskin and the same again. Ha! Isn’t that ironic? Methinks it is and I share these scripts because if another had gained such gnosis and was walking a Path he created by taking the steps I’d be interested in what he said so lets examine the Game which we all play in ignorance:

Everybody wants power.

In a nutshell, that is the aim. It doesn’t matter if it comes via riches, bishes, or street fame. The result is the same:

Validation.

Why can’t you place that crown upon your own head? Why do you need someone else to tell you you are the best? The best what? At regurgitating what they said was important for the test? Chasing who they present as the ones to keep up with? What next? Why does everyone line up to climb a hill when there are countless peaks within awaiting he who takes the trek and battles the demons of ignorance they placed in your awareness, back when? What do I mean by this?

Lets pretend there are various yous inside your awareness. A fractured consciousness that tries hard to pretend it wasn’t once whole and coherent. That, as you can imagine, leaves one ripe for exploitation but if you glance within and start calling back these fragments then something pretty amazing happens. You up your voltage. This, in turn, highlights more resistance and thus the machine of perpetual motion aka are you the best or wackest version of your Self does its thing and thus you ascend. In the process you may lose a lot of family and friends as your change reminds them they’re identical and this causes them stress ergo the Path remains untread as people prefer the broad and well lit instead. How many times have you read this text? What, can’t you recollect your past existences? What if this life is like a dream that you keep waking up in and it continues when you go to bed? How in the hell would you tell whats “really real” and not a fabrication?

AHA!

None of that old stuff worked. Or maybe it did because it created me, at the present, ergo getting beyond good and evil means one becomes Centered in Self and ascends the axis. This is truly leveling up, my friend. Sure beats anxiety and achievements. What if you were here to overcome your (false) self? What then? Imagine the rest was just a trick designed to hide this by requesting you live a masked existence? Much like meeting death, facing a simple challenge, failing it and coming back. You’d say, next spin:

“I must remember this is a trick which pimps my awareness by making me believe the ridiculous that I accept without reality testing”.

And yet, you’ll do it again. And again. And again. Till, one day, you get what I said and it’ll be you pushing the pen as this is my last spin in this realm.

A body made of flesh that strolls around a planet that floats in the abyss and chases a fireball in the distance. The base totality of your reality is so ridiculous that I still cannot accept this premise as its totally preposterous. And yet some may say my lens that believes in the primacy of consciousness that makes this manifest may be just as stupid. Which one would you pick, in the end? How many of your thoughts are actually empowering? Push the pen, write them down as I find when ink is spilled it makes a difference which assists in slaying the demon of ignorance. Problem is it often takes a swift dig to lose your mind and come to your senses. Many don’t make the trip and find themselves shipwrecked on an island of craziness which is a great motivation to run the treadmill instead and sell images to the rest. How has that been working? I often call this feasting on pictures of food versus eating the real thing. In the spiritual sense most people are starving and I don’t mean in terms of religious text but the resonance of consciousness you are capable of conducting in the flesh. Why do children glow upon stepping in? Why does this dim, without exception? Could it be my hypothesis of being fed upon by a predator of consciousness is correct? If so, what then? How radical are you willing to be in the quest of doing the Knowledge as you sift Inner Sense from what Adulterates it?

I do, and did. That is why I push the pen like this because I’m interested in seeing if I’m raving delusions or if others can take the trip and report their findings. It doesn’t cost a thing but the gift of presence it brings is priceless as you are far more resonant and much less tense as well. See the example of a little kid and pro athlete mimicking him who ran out of steam whilst the boy was just beginning to get into the swing of things. See what I mean about how this realm can only make you less? Even if you’re the “best”? How is that for a slick trick? Don’t worry though, virtual insanity is coming to sell dreams of success via an arrangement of pixels that switch your mode of consciousness from carbon to silicon. All in a daze work, I guess.

What if we were dead and this was actually hell? What then? The sheer level of jape would be immense as people are scared to end what is actually trapping them and thus they’re scared to live which is mildly ironic, yes? In your own life, in ways practical, why not roll a dice? Set your Self a challenge? Dust off an old dream and go and make it happen. Dance, sing, be spontaneous. Its only when you note the contraption that keeps you locked in one frame of reference that you can challenge it but that makes a lot of people feel stressed as they detest change but don’t like life as it is. Shades of rock and hard place, yes?

They say that politics is the conspiracy of the unproductive but organized against those who are the opposite. Another lens attests that a small percent pimp the rest as the greatest act of terrorism is that you have to pay rent and nothing is worth what they sell as its all an image. Eating pictures or, better yet, scratching a photo of your Self to soothe an itch. Won’t happen. None of that old stuff worked so why not flip the script?

Till we meet again

We are, collectively, probably the most unfeelingest humans that have strolled across this planet. I use that word loosely because people don’t stroll, they lurch. Go out one day and sit on a bench in the middle of a busy place and just watch. You’ll note that most have their heads leading way out in front of their chest. What does this tell? Well, they’re trying to escape the present moment, for one, second, they will often have a literal pain in their neck. Now, most of them will not perceive this due to the high tide effect. That works a little something like this:

When you are young you are green, in the traffic light sense. You feelsee everything. That word means there are no inner boundaries, yet, as you are one solid plane of imperience that takes in everything. When you don’t know the rules you’re unaware of what you shouldn’t be breaking. This is why kids say the darnedest things and are totally honest as well. Two words will put an end to this and thus starts your fragmentation. You are now in the yellow zone. Here things can get pretty intense, hence tantrums and such things. What does society do? Smashy, smashy! Yep, you guessed it. More pieces. A couple of decades later and everyone is in the red. At each step you perceive less and less which is why life feels a bit dense, not as fluid and generally fragmented. Drugs, sex and alcohol provide a sort of relief to this but they never truly address whats under the surface and thus, from my lens, are worthless. Not so for Slaves as the alternative (aka doing the Knowledge) fills them with immense dread as they have no wish to dredge beneath the surface and bring what was suppressed to their awareness. This may manifest, at an extreme, of wanting to throw yourself off a building as detailed in this example.

Now, the lady in question couldn’t help but grin when I told her she could either Thunk like a Slave and have a breakdown or awaken the Warrior within and call it a breakthrough instead. In both cases she was in pieces but the latter allowed her to sift through the mess and comprehend the shadows depth which had been calling, unanswered, for decades. In her case it was trying to excel in her career and get that recognition for which she was craving. Another example is listed of a man who flipped his lid and fell into deep depression on the brink of ultimate success as his subcon went:

“Ruh roh! If he does then the rest of what we pretend didn’t happen will come rushing to the surface as he was only supposed to chase the carrot, not eat it”.

The mindbody is really, really slick when it comes these forms of Self decep. Had both of these Souls met a head shrinker instead of a vibe expander then they’d probably still be munching pills or sitting on a couch talking to a pleb and making absolutely zero progress. The psychiatric drugs don’t work, they just make you worse, my friend. I’m not saying this is a one size fits all argument as that would be stupid but, in my imperience, the vast majority of people who consume so many pills that they may as well rattle are actually no further along in terms of progress but are too scared to give in. Most people who meet me often do when nothing else has worked or they’re at the end of their tether and are willing to trying anything. When they do they often wonder why they didn’t ask for help before they went on a bootless trek to which I said:

“Would you have listened with your old mindset?“. Of course not because they were well and truly programmed by the System which tells them what to Thunk and hides, real well, that it caused the problem it then attempts to fix. This is an old pimps trick akin to a protection racket in which you send the younguns in to smash up a place then swoop in like you have an S on your chest and offer to keep things calm and tranquil in exchange for a bit. Or, in another example, where they came in, mob handed, and found the one running the biz was ready, waiting and chomping at the bit to lace them up with a few digs. As they limped out of his building and ran back to the guy who sent he was intrigued and went to meet and the two became good friends. Know why? Because a street dude knows another will get down just like him and he doesn’t want the problems and thus there is an air of mutual respect. In this example the guy in question was fresh out of the bing and trying hard to go legit with a new biz but the thing with old habits is they remain on deck as they’re engrained and trained in to your nervous system. These folks, once again, you can tell in an instant from their posture and presentation as there is a calm reassurance because they’ve already been through the mill and know they can handle it. The gent in question was pretty unassuming to look at and was really quite pleasant in conversation but his shadow aspect was rougher than a badgers rear end and when unleashed it just went in for the kill with not a single F given. Needless to say he had no problems after this as the message was sent, loud and direct.

They say it takes a wolf to catch a wolf but what if the same train you to be poodle instead? Ain’t that a bish? That, my friend, is pretty much how the world is and thats why wickedness is rewarded because the same grift that kicks in the streets is what you call government. But thats another topic.

I mentioned previously that I predict we’ll see an immense upsurge in suicides from those on long term anti depressive meds in the next few decades and counting. Scientists, who can tell you what swam inside the Pharaohs intestines will be baffled as to whats causing it but will hit upon a radical solution that solves everything. Except it won’t as all they’ll be doing is rebranding schizo meds for the plebs. These pills work by sliding different shades over the lights I mentioned and this causes a false image or dampening of sensations. In the above examples the critical mass, once tipped, will cause a lot of what was suppressed to come racing to the surface and people will rush to off their on switch. The Suicide Squad effect is something I really should mention but its way too intricate and complex to drop on laymen without a strong grounding in metaphysics with a practical bent but I can say that the window of opportunity to throw yourself off a bridge at the behest of the voices in your head only lasts six hours, at best. Ride that out and you may find it next to impossible to gain that mindstate again until they come calling. Or, better yet, take some MDMA in a tranquil environment with someone who can guide your awareness to feel suppressed emotions and you won’t even meet the crisis as you’ve released the energetics.

There was a man, back when, who petrified those who worked underneath him as his temper was extremely erratic. He could blow up over the smallest things and become quite dangerous. He was sent to Journey (ie look within) and only went as a) he was getting paid to and b) he himself was a tad irritated at the fact he often punched doors off the hinge as the rage poured out of him. As he walked in he looked around at the people, seated, and made a snap judgement:

“Ah, F this. Look at these wankers and pretenders. This is totally useless“.

And yet, he sat and did as instructed. All the while his mind was seething within at the sheer ridiculousness of the premise he found himself in. At the end of the session he got up, didn’t say a word and left. All you heard was the tyres screeching and music booming as he went back to the office. Still, he came back for the next session and the one after this. It was at the end of third attempt he came up and said:

“Listen, skip the patter, bonny lad and just tell me why the F my neck hurts like this? I felt right as rain when I came in and I did your stupid tricks of the mind and watched my breath to see what melts but now I’m in mad pain. Sort it out, ref!”.

Basically, what had happened was that his red mindset had finally dropped to a level of resonance that allowed him to feel the yellow he’d suppressed and when laid out like this he couldn’t help but crack a grin as he got it, real quick. After that his progress towards Self emancipation was intensely quick as he did everything with a level of viciousness and now wanted to get to the bottom of this. Next time he was about to rage at work something clicked in his head as he recollected where he’d went when Journeying and spotted the difference. As he tells:

“Well, it was like you said with the pot filled to the brim that started boiling. I realized the water dripping over the edge actually had very little to do with that stupid little prick that was the apparent cause of the problem and actually came from within so I stepped out of the building before I launched one at his head and stomped around the yard for a bit as I wound my neck back in. I couldn’t help but grin and when I came back they were all on edge thinking I was going to do something dramatic but I simply corrected him and said this was the only warning he’d get otherwise he was out on his rear end. Thats it. Sorted!” he said, smiling, feeling very proud of himself.

Its exactly the same example when a stressed mother yells at her kid for spilling a drink and overdoes it because she was still carrying the stress from the office. In her example I’d made her create a ritual in which she and the kids ran around their kitchen stomping and yelling out all the things that had made them feel stressed or some type of ick. In this she got a pure, clean window into her childs life and mindset whilst venting her own aggression and it made her whole home environment way more pleasant. Try it. There is immense wisdom in kids and what the Adulterated sees a petulance that deserves punishment is actually a very clever way of bringing in nervous system regulation as you ground the lower back by stomping on your heels and this releases the feels that otherwise get backed up by a process of repression. In the case of the bruiser he was so filled that his fists were on edge and simply waiting for a vent but for most this manifests as road rage and other things. All misplaced aggression. The lady in question actually ended up taking kickboxing with her kids and was amazed at their newfound confidence as well as her coolness under stress because as a ex-crack dealer turned Muslim then street pugilist attests:

“You can only be real in the ring. No time for fronting and faking because you’ll be on your rear end, real quick”.

True said.

Sitting on a bench I saw a girl walking by that was totally languid and radiated a sense of chill. I simply had to know so I stepped and questioned. Her accent was a tell as Italians, naturally, tend not to limit their passion and thus the constant drabs and drips that fester in those with stiff upper lips don’t get a chance to manifest. She was an Au Pair without a care, taking time out from studying and wandering the town looking for things of interest and this she found, in abundance. As we sat on the bench we imagined the tales and tells of those lives that were lived in the people of the pavement which was most amusing. Her own way of destressing was quite fascinating as she was into diving. I’ll let her tell it:

“There is something so raw, so visceral and direct. I cannot quite explain it but I think you may get it. Its like its just you and the ocean. You know how water and emotions are linked, yes? Well when you are holding your breath and trying to beat your own record things get quite intense but its at that borderland where miracles happen as I could jump in, super stressed, and the waves take away whats tense and bring relaxation instead”.

She went on to detail how Sicily is almost built for this and how different Liguria is which satisfied my curiosity as to her embodiment. Try it, I’m just sprinkling. You don’t have to go to such depths as any type of breath reg like, say, TwoX where you double the out compared to in can produce dramatic effects. The bruiser foreman in question developed a passion for this and, being quite competitive, would always strive to outdo himself and couldn’t help but grin during one session as he shared an interesting side effect:

“So, I was at the gym the other day and these false walls and compartments that used to seem so real and solid had started to melt and there I was, on the bench, and I just had the most amazing sesh. Totally smashed my record, broke it to bits, I did, and unlike the old habit of holding in as I stressed I just kept up the TwoX and had the kid that was spotting scratching his head as it was so effortless”.

Another thing he mentioned was how his musical tastes had shifted which mirrors, real well, the subtle link between what you consume and your mindset as he found himself listening to old tunes that were less aggressive when coasting as his new mindset was “Its not worth the stress”. Quite an immense contrast from one who used to, every trip, scream and yell, flash his lights and hit his horn as he threatened to smash someones head in for daring to cut him up or generally drive like a div. Not that it turned him into a bish. On the flip because now when he let rip it was with an exactness and precision that left others quivering as they knew they’d done something that should never, ever happen again. By the way, did I mention, the guy in question was wildly entertaining and super generous but was an all out perfectionist which meant he expected from his team the same level of performance and dedication that he himself had did when he grafted the basic shift before getting his promotion and the firm saw him as an asset which was rough and unpolished but carrying huge potential within.

In more regular gigs the violence isn’t quite as direct but there have been countless office kids who mentioned the verbal altercations or, even worse, the passive aggression that comes with said environment so its a horses for courses thing as the people working under him were blue collar, salt of the earth type of jits who lived the work hard, play hard ethic and weren’t strangers to obliging someone on the cobbles after a few drinks and an unsavory comment which led to kicking someones head in. I found it interesting that only one from his clique had actually asked:

“Here, Gaf, how did you do it? I mean, before you were like a pitbull off the chain but now its like you’re surgical with it and I want that level of control as well“.

So he taught him. Thats the most powerful thing about gnosis, my friend, because it can transmit from one to the next, rewrite their internal OS and patch out what wasn’t working with something far more effective and that, in turn, can be life changing as he would’ve went on to school his kid in emotional regulation in a way the System will never tell and thus you can probably guess the knock on effects as it sure beats getting prescribed Ritalin because you spring from a high stress, working class environment and find class boring so you seek ways to amuse yourself by being disruptive as focus is impossible when rote repetition tops the list of requirements and you’re wildly creative. See why I said the pills bring problems as they are just part of a business model which is designed to pimp the world in order to generate profits? On that note, who keeps sending prophets to this realm and why are those spells, so divergent, homonyms? Do the Knowledge. Up your res. You’ll be surprised at your own strength and the power of weakness as well as not knowing can open doors you didn’t suspect so learn how to Witness your Self and tell me what kicks on the other end as you level up and become a better version of your Self.

Till we meet again