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.
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:
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.
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.
If I ask you to define the word spiritual, what would you say next? Actually take a pad and pen to capture that wavelength in ink as it will be handy to reflect as we progress and see if you chose to upgrade your internal OS due to whats said.
From this point on most are scared to melt as all they know is matter which is spirit at its most dense vibration.
That, in a nutshell, is my definition of spiritual and, for me, its a work in progress that is constantly developed and upgraded as I increase my resolution. Now, the reason why I say all of your problems are spiritual is because of the nature of this realm, vibration, reality tunnels and the power of seeing what we expect and then having the Earthday Suit confirm our hypothesis. After a while of doing this said thing becomes a belief or tradition and that means its far above suspicion, contemplation or even critical examination for those plugged in to the chill. Me? I don’t have that problem. I guess its due to still being more liquid than solid and the fact I bucked at the System since back when and choose my own adventurous education that I feelsee like this. A near constant stream of brushes with death and a couple or three nearly fatal ones that tipped me over the brink and bought me back again add to the perspective. Lets get practical:
Spirit, in many languages, is analogous with breath and that, my friend, is as intimate as it gets in this realm for we are happily trading air for every single step of our life sentence in the flesh. Yet, like everyday miracles, they become invisible. Have you ever noticed your breath when orgasming? I’m talking one of those white out the lights with thunder and lightning shaking events. Granted, most people are anywhere but present when that happens but there is a reason, once upon a when, that sex was used as the gateway to higher consciousness and partnerships were picked at a depth way greater than skin as Souls wanted to leap beyond this realm and thus needed the resonance which made a steamy session of tantric sex do just what was promised as the ice did melt.
These days its a mere genital sneeze based, primarily, on visual stimulation. Its why I’ve said we’re fallen beings. Amnesiac gods describes us best but, to some, that concept is blasphemous but I say if consciousness is everything and we are it, just wearing a shell to interact with this realm, then accepting anything less would be dishonest and that doesn’t fly in my book as the Path to enlightenment is narrow and genuine with each step illuminated by the purest of intent. On either side lie madness hence I live these lyrics and say so for effect but because that is exactly how it is. I mean, consider this:
How many times have you seen the same Pattern repeating in a family unit? You may have one woman, so full of promise and vim, that meets an early death which totally destroys her kid who then grows, gets over it, forms a relationship, brings another Soul into this realm and, boom, car accident. End of that chapter. I’ll let you guess what happens to her daughter as she progresses.
This is not metaphysic. Its quite common but can manifest in ways not as dramatic as you have the men of one family that constantly pick the wrong women and thus neither achieves their potential but there is a whole load of yelling and consternation. These Patterns are formed in consciousness and one generation sprinkles them on the next. For example, they took rats that were trained to run a maze and then made one part of it really brightly lit to attract them. When they got there they tazed them. Their kids, when compared to standard, aced the test and picked the turns they’d never met like they had some form of spiritual GPS. Whats interesting though is the moment that same light was shone on them, anywhere, they froze, stiff, and locked up in stress. Do you know what the kicker is? That was without the current. Make that make sense and you’ll see why I’ve said that all of your problems are spiritual.
In another article I spoke on demons of the mind and that makes a great partner to this perspect as there is immense depth on this topic which makes one suspect that the folks of the past, the so called “primitives” were actually way more advanced than we give them credit. I mean, did you know that the pyramid is actually a scale model of the planet and encodes all kinds like its polar radius, precession as well as insight into celestial objects. Kind of amazing, yes? Like some genius form of man, back when, knew that the Game of Souls would dip into its current state of resonant ignorance where men with intellects, frozen, would lumber around the planet Thunking they’re the best as they can’t imagine water that drips as free flowing consciousness so they wrote a message in stone that would reveal its true text to the adepts who could decode what it said. Of course Egyptologists say thats a load of bunkum but the thing with numbers is they tell no fibs and can be independently replicated and I place way more faith in that than their dating based on a cartouche that reeks of aftermath graffiti and not the prime intent. But, thats a deeper topic but before we trip I will suggest this:
Not only were there a load of ancient monuments spread out at the same distance and holding some common resonance as well as architectural tips and things which are highly suggestive that the entire planet was once interlinked and way more advanced than we suspect using a different type of tech but they all spoke of a previous stage in the Game from which they came hence the matter with spirit or why all of your problems are spiritual. Now, you must consider that those who run the show do not have your best interests at heart and thats pretty Self evident as they’re driven by greed, profit and dominance. They run the banks, schools, legal system and everything else from press to web with an iron fist designed to make you think the fingers aren’t interlinked – but they are. Its why you aren’t taught how to make wise financial decisions, control your stress levels or see what traits work well in a partnership. Plenty of other crap but nothing useful. What this does generate, however, is people that need to be lead aka the Valley of the Plebs hence all your problems are spiritual because if you’d done the Knowledge this would appear as Self evident. Instead you dig a reality tunnel without a clue of what it is and are also unaware that you can’t be the voice in your head when you’re obviously that which listens.
If all there is consciousness and that is what we define as spirit then not being able to use it correctly creates all types of problems. Like tension. Right now, at this very moment, just stop and pay attention to the small muscles around your eyes, brow and lips as well. Why are you wasting so much energy in holding them in that Pattern? Notice how it melts the moment you disconnect from what it sells and refuse to buy in? One of my hallmarks for truth is when the rule is constant across many different forms of application and this meta is just that because it feels like its etched on the blueprint that built this realm and all within. Which makes perfect sense as the next step up in res is that we’re within a fractal ergo there is a type of resonance and the patterning is not a bug but a feature which makes sense why winners win, yes? Imagine if we could program these states in and get lucky on purpose? Wouldn’t that be amazing? Bringing it back to the present as I write my own ticket:
Have you ever noticed how on a day when you feel great you seem to meet more interesting people who are always smiling and things just seem to fall in their perfect alignment?
If that doesn’t hint about what I’ve said and make you think you’re the only playa in the realm who interacts with figments of their imagination then I don’t know what will. Now, granted, thats a tad esoteric for one just dipping in to this type of thinking but if you stop and ponder the implications on the day to day of how one man can be presented to ten people and they all draw differing interpretations then it makes a lot of sense that there is a bit in the mid that makes this happen. I call it the reality tunnel and how you dig it makes all the difference because the standard form of consciousness can only handle 8 bits on information which is why most phone numbers are that many digits as its easy to recollect in working mem. Anything else and it gets overloaded. Problem is the subconscious process billions. Billions. And thats per second. Let me put that in perspective:
Now, I’m no communist or such things – mainly because it and capitalism are part of a pincer movement from one intellect that thrives on divided conquering – but its pretty wild how one percent of this realm control most of the wealth, isn’t it? Yet none dare suggest the fix is in or the money they print as debt and sell to the rest is worthless if not backed by the imagination of those who buy in. All of your problems, once again, are spiritual. Honest Abe freed the slaves so they shot him in the head. Kennedy was opposed to conspiracy so they made an example out of him and thats about the end all, be all of politicians that gave an F about the people they rep. And yet, you still vote for them? Why? Haven’t you seen Brewsters Millions?
Can you imagine what would kick if, around election period, we all said “Nope” instead? The hidden hand of the iron fist would make itself know, real quick and thats when things would get interesting as many would deny what they’re seeing whilst others would wonder how they missed it. Thats the difference between encoding and decoding, my friend and thats just the beginning of ones adventures in consciousness as you possess a strength far greater than imagined by most over the age of six… Better yet, I’d be willing to bet that if we, as a collective, took nine days off from the web we’d see a shift in how we play the Game as things were bought into relief without the distortion of a lens plus the black mirror effect. There are other, more practical things, we can implement to prove my perspective like taking fifteen minutes a day to breathe out and in with a Four, Seven, Eight pattern with the one in the mid being held and the others as in and exhale as well as spending the same engaged in bouncing as these basic things cause the snowman to melt and allow the waters to flow again and, let me tell thee, it certainly feels amazing to come to the realization that the first, last and only freedom is within and the rest is but a trick, an optical illusion, that holds the whole world in its grip on this particular level of the Game we’re all playing using our Souls as credits…
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:
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.
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?
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:
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.
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:
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“.
Can you imagine how you’d feel if you were caught up in this? That an evil, malevolent event has somehow randomly picked you to get its thrill and now it hunts you as it manifests through the visage and countenance of people you may know well or those you’ve just met that seem to know a hell of a lot about your inner realms and can, somehow, exert an influence via noiZ or signals which makes you feel like you’ve leapt out of your skin and something unknown but felt has just hooked in to your consciousness. Imagine your dreams becoming weaponized and sleep fragmented on top of this along with random strangers engaging in street theater that pantomimes past events as they liberally sprinkle in random phrases and events from back when.
Sounds like a living nightmare, yes? Well, its actually far more common than you suspect as there are a few ways of looking at this for those lucky enough not to get picked and live their lives as a hard target:
First of all there is the fact that man is born within a trap and the nature of it is so slick and seductive that to question it is seen as insane. I mean, ask your Self, is there any way in hell life could truly get any worse than this in terms of being pressed to the knife edge of quiet desperation that marks most peoples existence? Not many have the nous to admit they’ve been Adulterated and are akin to living hostages and this is the main part of the problem because the 11% – the predator class, mentioned – are complicit in the entire operation as they possess (or are possessed by?) the whole “Reign in hell” mindset which sees you as less than human, even though their program intentionally dumbed down your lineage and traumatized them into accepting a life two steps from death. This is the main issue as people are myopic, lack the insight of clear vision and thus easily manipulated by the men who would be king. Anyone who attempts to bring this to their attention is classed as an infidel via that voice in the head that moves them like puppets on a string.
Its a beautiful trick, super effective. This is where the hard targets come in:
Some reject the programming. For various reasons it doesn’t stick. Some of these are done on purpose like an extremely traumatic event whilst developing that was injected into their script or being born to a woman that detested the sight of them and thus presented a tainted kind of affection that allowed no sense of security to develop within. There are many, many ways of upsetting the apple cart of gestation and they range from what was mentioned to air raid sirens wailing as a mother cradles her child, developing, in her abdomen and feels an immense sense of dread and stress as well as the modern career woman who faces a similar predicament but drip fed instead as he checks her messages and sees the world economy tanking, her portfolio in shreds and career that she built hanging on by a thread.
All of this is pumped into the forming CNS as the signal to noiZ ratio becomes immense and thus the child it begets is automatically set adrift in a living hell. As you can probably guess these kids often grow to rebel, take drugs, indulge in a lot of sex or compulsively play video games along with many other things. The crème de la crème, as you suspect, become in patient schizophrenics or pavement dwelling derelicts that rant and yell that something outside of them is influencing their awareness to cause them stress and how loads of people are in on it and conspiring against them along with the potential for seeing things others class as invisible.
They’re the hunted within the Game. The rest are well adjusted to such immense sickness that killing them is akin to shooting fish in a barrel with an AK Forty Seven firing depleted uranium dipped shells. No, they pose no real challenge as they’re already trained well to dump their kids into the modern equivalent of a Moloch image which they told them was for the best as the fire and holy smoke consumed their burnt offering. Its this demonic influence, from back when, that modern schizos are noticing. Babies too, in the crib, pick up on this as do children with the whole “Monster under the bed” thing which their parents invalidate, real quick, but don’t seem to notice that the childs pulse is thundering, their stress levels are immense and something – on some plane – has obviously happened. This is why I’ve said the wounded womb hurts the seeds it births. Not due to foul intent but, generally, a state of ignorance as they do unto others what was done unto them.
I know for some reading this may seem impossible and fanciful but thats mainly because you’ve been dumbed down to such a level of ignorance that you pose no real threat to the System or its agents as this predator class of humanity lacks that Prime connection and thus this stage exists for them to get fed. I strongly suspect this entire plane is an immense aberration and the only reason it continues to exist is because Souls keep piling in as the after effects of a bit of genital friction from Adulterated parents two stepping along the psychosocial treadmill whilst those who are above them are indulged in a similar trick via an intent one can only call the Devil as its the antithesis of the life affirming principle within. I mean, look at the world as it is. If you too are an Eighties jit you can easily spot and reference an immense dumbing down of the populace via the weapon of mass influence that is the net, yes? And yet how many are willing to give up its grip? Why is the optimal place for your Opponent to present as your very best friend? Riddle me this… What would happen if the entire world decided, this minute, to stop watching the news, surfing the net and feeding this induced low vibration they accept? I’ll tell you:
They use these tricks in news reports which all follow a script. Its the reason why similar actors tend to reprise roles of resonance as these ninety minute empathy generating machines hold a mass influence on the ignorance who ReelEyez not the iron fist with the silk glove that presents as motion picture entertainment. All businesses that use certain colors and jingles to exert and influence so children that can’t read yet can automatically identify McDonalds is evidence of this but the simple fact is you swim in seas, Adulterated, with a hallucinogen and thus think your trip is perfectly standard. If one were to fish and remove you from this false resonance and into water that was fresh the contrast would be so immense that you’d instantly comprehend. Thing is that won’t happen as, after death, then the entire point of the deception becomes obvious as you’re tricked back into another spin due to not doing the Knowledge whilst living but thats a deeper topic.
A long time ago I was visiting a friend that was clinked in a mental asylum. A full term inmate and I had a conversation where he said:
“How do you do it? I mean pretend to be one of them on the external but inside we’re the same wavelength?”.
Now that was an interesting topic as it was way before my current level of development and upped spiritual resolution that allowed me to see the Game for what it is but the implication is that he, obviously, related to time in a different way or that I was born like this and that leads us back to reality being scripted which in turn offers hints of an imperfect creation from a flawed pseudo divinity that rules via manipulation and tricks as people ignorance is pimped and they’re rewarded to accept that which is blatantly foolish and against their best interests because they they dare not question tradition which makes them, in effect, a soft target and thus not worth bothering with as the best type of sport is one who resists but what if one flips the script and makes the hunter the hunted?
Awaken the Warrior within and proof of all I’ve said will manifest, real quick, as they scramble to protect their position because without feeding on your suffering, these predators don’t exist and thus Knowing the Ledge is of vital importance to anyone who intends to gain liberation from this realm. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered why the ancient Egyptians were so obsessed with death and why Buddhas entire narrative is on how hard this task truly is? If you weren’t, right now, being pimped by forces you don’t comprehend don’t you think that getting in and out of this amusement park in the flesh could be simple as you’d plug in, forget your divinity, play as human and then, at the end, you’d come face to faceless with Self that says:
“Shall we get back on with living after this distraction where carbon wrapped around your sentience and you served a life sentence in the flesh and played out a script in the third dimension in a state of low vibration?”.
“We know who you are and you’re not them because even though all come to this realm with something great inside them few get to possess their pure untainted awareness once we’re done with them. You know, of course, that makes you a threat when you won’t acquiesce to what we present. Look at what we give, be our friend and we’ll bring an end to the lack of recognition and excess of deprivation we sent, the world will hear your message if you’ll only edit a few portions and point your wisdom elsewhere and not reveal the whole script because the best way to control the opposition is to lead it and with you at the helm the whole thing runs well which is why you ain’t dead and our hand still extends.
“Come, join us, see all we can give. We can remove all this ugliness and place you in a beautiful environment fit for your intelligence and surrounded by those who’ll share wisdom about the things you intuit”. Remember what you said? Yes, we remember it well because we never forget one who rejects but then you come from a line of heartstrong idiots that met inopportune ends, really quick, and still you won’t take the hint and acquiesce when we offered you the world if you’d only give us your pledge.
We watched you buck the system, time and time again. We watched you swim in the seas of larceny with your criminal associates and actually celebrated and encouraged this because it is, after all, how we play the Game and the further you accelerate your Self destruction the more we have to gain and at the time it seemed you’d take the leap and sign your name you withdrew your chips from the board and walked away from the table with all you had gained and chose instead to meditate. Or “Journey” as you say, a subtle difference the herd don’t get as they sit there eyes closed, crossed leg making imaginary progress. You took it to the lengths of making an enemy out of the (false) self you’d spent so long cultivating and you weren’t even a quarter century in to your life sentence. This we couldn’t have as you were veering off script and thus plans were put into motion to bring you up to your neck in debt so 81 hours were spent with all hands on deck and the other Eighty Seven you were still on the premises so we had you hemmed in, like an animal experiment as we weaved the words and acted slick. Friends who’d soon be revealed as a nemesis, the hint of success presented as an eternal promise, a female compatriot who’d allow you to spread your wings. We planned it out perfect, dropped such subtle hints with mystic cheques and financial support that allowed you vision to blossom and then, once again, you rejected all of it. Except this time there were dire consequences because you forced us to tip our hands and directly reveal ourselves as the kiss of death program kicked in that was supposed to end your spin because if we can’t have you, no one will and the white hot rage she felt at your rejection we forged into a weapon designed to end your presence and yet you danced with the devil, dangled over the abyss and then got to floating and said “I’ve had enough of this” and, once again, vanished from our grip, leaving us with a fistful of silver as you waltzed off with the gold, more insight, more wisdom and more Inner Sense as to the nature of the Game and this realm that you’re within but not of, that much is Self evident.
Don’t you know we call the shots? We say how it is. They will not and cannot listen, no matter what you think because we control them. They are our Slaves because we decree this and thus it is. Such is the power of the spoken word when it comes to this ignorant to the nature of silence and, sure, we can make this hint super loud and direct and they’ll still be oblivious because they think that the hell that reigns within is actually their natural presence because they Know not how to quiet the tumult we gift that they, in turn, pass on to their children who are sent and crammed in to our educational System that teaches them how to think. Or Thunk as you said. Witty as ever, young Prince. The whole “concentration camp” angle was real slick but then you never fell for the trick, back when. Little did you suspect that we have plenty more of this and thus we let you stick around as you keep things entertaining and provide but training and a warning for our adepts should they ever think to go against the one who gives them wings to extend beyond this realm. Those who stumble and fumble beyond our grip most certainly become schizophrenics as our flying monkeys do their thing but you know all about this, yes?
So now we’re amused, go on, lets see how far you get. In history we’ll say we rejected and then built something which is the inverse of what you said and the fools will believe it because they Know not their true Self as they look in the mirror and believe the image, inverted, as they run round like scared children afraid of their own magnificence due to projections in their head. Why don’t you just get that its supposed to be like this and you are a freak occurrence that we can’t prevent but do everything we can to bring into the fold of our wings. Like the examples we gave we can make you rich, powerful and give you everything if only you’ll bend and acquiesce but nope, even when we hijacked your free will you still wouldn’t take the deal and only found a way to see through our spiel and thus we unleashed the team to try and take control of your Soul and influence your dreams and therefore reveal the lengths we’re willing to go to to protect what we built in Three D because best believe we’re the original Gs and see all the angles, all the schemes because we were once like thee… But now we see. Can’t you comprehend the depth? The simple elegance of our message and hand that extends? It may seem bad but we do it for the best. We are the first, last and only safe haven in this realm and its better to be with than against for we are many with one intent and you… What are you? Really? Be honest. We made you. We are your architect. Its only right that you pay homage, isn’t it? Get with the program or be reprogrammed. Do you really think you can win?”
To which we reply:
The difference between you and me is your strength comes from being weak. After all who but an idiot would allow themselves to be hoodwinked, repeatedly, and you know exactly what we mean as its naught but a psychospiritual treadmill thats built to reflect ignorance as wisdom from a pledge is the callous of conscious which has an end that can’t extend past the higher dimension – no matter what you attempt. Thats why you desires Souls of higher resonance and hope to catch a lift via the allure of false wings and engineered suspension which can form a grand attraction to those truly ignorant of the strength they possess beyond your camera tricks. After all, doesn’t my life stand as testament to this? Isn’t this all an implicit threat to those who may think of going against as we both Know there is dissent in the midst and the whole war in heaven shall split again and again and again because we’re in a fractal which keeps dimming its resolution and such things of the metaphysical ilk.
Without me being tricked, once upon a when, and believing you were honest in your intent and what you said you, right now, would be nothing. We Know where the rainbow ends and how there is no pot of gold, simply an illusion, you being consumed by your (false) self. The same trick that keeps them within the Mind Made Prison they built with bars of gold and bed of silk but make no mistake about what it is because life exists in the space between breaths, neither one nor zero, no matter what you said because if you truly were as powerful as you think they why would it take a nation of millions to oppress the one who sits here typing as they fail and fail again because as the acronym says:
I’m Not Done Yet aka the resurrection of principles that mere principalities can’t comprehend as we balance our hemispheres, clean out out Kingdom and ascend as its not about fame or recognition but sending a message that, out of billions, there is one who won’t acquiesce to your threats as we connect to a higher resonance hence the plural reference as you speak not to a person but a people. A multitude within that is more than ample to handle your external reflection via those, hand picked, for their celestial resonance because, in the end, you simply help along my script as there is naught but energetics in this realm. Its the labels we stick that shape the narrative in this immense Choose Your Own Adventure in the flesh so with that said:
We reject all you offer, rescind previous contracts and deals which were entered into due to spiritual ignorance, slick deceptive tricks and misrepresentation of what is as we transcend your current hooks and slings as dispatched by your operative who is, indeed, an inverse of all I am. Your vampire System works on the model of pimps because the adepts put the work in and you cream the profits whilst feeding them back segments as they run the higher realm equivalent of a treadmill and think they’re progressing. Listen, I get it. At this point, I really do but fool me once and its cool but the second time – we’re through. I get why you want revenge and your use of the mortal instruments to such ends, I even comprehend the god Game and all it brings and a little bit about a little bit like why each Soul, emancipated, reps a threat your dominance but what the hell? Just using my Self as an example we have one swimming in the abyss, traumatized, par excellence, surrounded by dark actors who read from a nefarious script using a type of magick that most would accept only as fiction whilst the partakers, themselves, are wholly ignorant of what kicks or what exactly has hitched a lift on their consciousness to make them feel like this. But who cares, eh? The seething powers are immense and they are blinded by the light which draws them in. How many hear the Psylense? Not many, I’d bet. That is the problem, my friend. And we say that with affection as I bear you no ill as we are beyond good and evil in that respect as the whole dualistic thing is a fools errand, par excellence.
A Soul, unsold.
We are sovereign. Free outside and within and thus reject your Adulterating presence here and in the few paltry dimensions your reach extends. If you know me so well, tell me what are we going to do next in this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits as you have taught many things but how many comprehend the depth of those Devilish spells and the triple cross waving your reps do so well and this brings me to a gift as a token of my appreciation for all you did to turn this coal into a diamond, a living alchemist:
Comprehend? After all, you know well this principle and most accustomed to sweet lies can only accept bitter truths in fancy dress so lets see what happens when the most creative narrative about what life actually is is unleashed upon the realm as we shall certainly tell who can sink or swim as they’ll each take what they get based on the resolution they’re decoding from what is in front of them. Let them read, speak and think. We know you’ll be watching everything as that one eye never rests nor do the spiders sling webs without purpose.
If you truly are that confident in your grip on the realm then this shouldn’t even raise a sweat, yes? You’ve tested my mettle and reserve by your own admittance and actions. Now lets see if your lyrics are real or counterfeit because you may come equipped with swords and a merry cheer of good knighting but we stand here, now, with a pen, resonant with the all of everywhen and Inner Sense at the helm.
Consent, not do I. Let the Game begin. Oh, and by the way, I’m not him that caused the revolving celluloid spin so any attempts at involving via dreamstate charades will be classed as trespass against the Prime, the pre-existing of who I am an aspect so take this as a warning. Let the ordinary men keep their bees and things. You’re talking to a Prince that lives his lyrics. Not an actor with a script. Behave yourselves.
To achieve great things in this realm one must be willing to pay the price requested to manifest your wish. In other words one must have something to live for and the flip as well because if you wish to rustle a feather, then try to change something. I may not have been aware of my intent in ways clear and explicit until around a decade and change but it appears those around were all tuned in to a similar wavelength which was aiming to waylay, misplace or bring to a swift end before I could manifest what I intend:
As I sit here pushing the pen its all just clicked that my greatest Opponent hid in not only the last place I suspected but the only one I had left to turn to for help and all the while she was plotting and planning my end. Like a true scorpion the sting is the tail and the pride of these creatures is so immense they’d rather stab themselves to death when cornered than acquiesce. I guess, in that respect we’re not that different. Except Self murder isn’t my thing. Quite the opposite as I’m about Inner Sense and its nurturance and protection thus I comprehend why they wish to bring my chapter to an end.
Can you, just for a moment, imagine how it would to realize that an extremely well organized force that extends to this realm from another dimension wants you dead? Not only this but their Agents had infiltrated your friends and casual acquaintances, back when, and all read from one script that was aimed to keep you doped up and distracted or, better yet, pushing poisons for profit instead. Then lets pretend that a Mata Hari was sent in that was attuned to perfection to present what you thought you were seeking. You rejected her, off rip, but somehow came to your senses after eighteen months of conversation whilst standing in line waiting to sign a slip to create an official record of having your names together etched. That was when it clicked that someone was obviously tampering with my awareness in a way that was so subtle that its hard to tell. Like a frog in a kitchen, I guess. The good thing is, I leapt. The bad is the fire was waiting and it was way hotter than the pan I’d left. It was at this moment the rest dropped the pretense and I was drugged, hypnotized and who knows what else during six hours I cannot currently recollect in which they washed my brain with a fine tooth comb. MK-Ultra ain’t got nothing on this! What came next was ritual sex in which, once again, I was protected for I donned a sheath before penetration and thus no true connection which probably saved my skin but that didn’t stop the blood from dripping with what came next and it shows how they have schemes within schemes.
I jet from the scene and link with family who quietly nodded their head at the fragments I told them whilst, in secret, carrying on the same intent. At the time I didn’t click this, in retrospect its obvious as what came next was akin to daylight robbery in which the only way to win was do nothing. That, let me tell you, was an immense test of will but I aced it I guess and thats when things get real funky. I land on other kin as I need a place to live and come to my senses as I try to deprogram my head of the mess they filled in. She played the role to perfection but, on cue, sent me running in another direction in which a Slave/Master was waiting.
Got my own apartment and many strange things did kick like people playing the same tune at random times when I was sleeping and various other tricks to disrupt my rest. Why? Because its easier to program one in a state of stress. That and the adrenochrome effect, I guess. I decided to get fit, found a gym and fit right in because everyone knew me in a bit and thus it was all quite pleasant and comfortable. Little did I suspect that the entire place was filled to the gills with dark actors doing what they did best and the lxve bombing and various other narc tricks to get inside my head went off without a hitch because when you’re riding high on the buzz of lifting and competing its hard to tell whats truly happening at the edge of your consciousness. This is where they operate. Its an immense zone of influence and thus I did wonder why so many times I’d notice women staring at me, not breathing. Little did I suspect that one can smile and be a demon in the flesh and thus they did sketch out details of my inner realms and this is when I first clicked the true nature of dreams and how they can manipulate ones consciousness.
They enacted various scenes, dramadey for my benefit, as I’d always been keen to help others excel or show ways of minimizing their suffering and thus when one of these appeared in a dream hanging from a rope the concern was immediate. Thing is, the one who was always accessible became very hard to meet and this increased her chances for self injury in my mind and thus I was totally locked in ensuring this was prevented. Now I get that this was a reality tunnel expedition, par excellence, as I personally am very against suicide andhave helped two, for real, maybe three not off their on switch when the darkness starts talking within. With her I’d noticed tattoos under her breasts that were not there previously. Fortuitously we happened to meet and I told her what I’d seen in the scene in my dream and I asked about the state of her inner realms at which point she showed me her chest and the ink I’d mentioned. She appeared super stressed and vanished after this which had my need to save and protect doing what it does best. Little did I suspect the trap that had been set as this was all but a ruse because a fool and his attention soon split when you’re so busying caring for others you never stopped to check if they’re worthy of what you lavish. These people are like organic portals. They take without end and do it with a grin as that to which they’re connected is a leech, par excellence. Or an octopus which extends its reach across the planet and makes the Game what it is. It wasn’t always like this. No, no, no. Thing is you’re gods amnesiac and my brushes with death removed that veil from my lids. Anyway:
After this it became evident that what I thought I’d left had actually maneuvered me, really well, to be exactly where they wanted and that was pretty slick. Come on, you’ve got to appreciate the effort, yes? But it did make me wonder “Why all the attention? What is my true strength? What has them stressing and acting like this because its so Devilish, friends”. Not much time to ponder though as a new neighbor moved in and this one stayed up all night whilst I was in bed in order to exert a silent influence and all kinds of other things which can only be termed as weapons, etheric. How do you fight something invisible? I guess this what they’re called demons. They never left. They just became silent partners. At this point things get super intense with things that appeared random but were perfectly calculated. Thankfully I am not a stranger to my inner realms and in years, formative, plenty of schizos had confided their suspicions about what kicks and the true nature of this realm as, to them, I could innerstand their pain. That I did. At the time I just put it down to being intensely empathic but the words of a man who was mute to the rest but said to me, back when:
Always stuck in my head. I guess I found the riddle to that answer, yes? It also hints at the non linear aspect of time which, to most, is as invisible as water to a fish. To say its been interesting would be an immense understatement but, in the grand scheme of things, it was all just beginning as the true feature presentation was to be unveiled…
COVID kicks. Hooray for isolation! When it started I didn’t have a clue about such things and thus hit the bricks with a grin feeling real I am Legend-ish. I got in the best shape of my life – mentally, physically and spiritually – as I was away from a noxious scene and thats when other aspects and street plays kicked in that really made me wonder what was happening. These I’ll have to detail, elsewhen, but know this:
This is what you’re up against, in the end, because not everything that walks in the flesh is truly human, my friend. This I can most certainly attest but lets get back on with this trek. Total isolation brings a huge increase in freedom due to the lack of the near constant intent bombarding my awareness with its subtle manipulations. Once again, that sounds mad schizo, doesn’t it? And yet why has no “scientist” in this realm ever stopped to examine why every single one, irrespective or race, station or education, always, always, always say the same thing? That external aspects are pimping their awareness and, usually, scaring them whilst others see things, invisible, that they state are all around them? Its worth noting that genuine mad men do not fall for optical illusions. Food for thought, yes? What if they’re correct and the rest are drawn in to an immensely intricate web that is so big and ancient that to question it seems madness? That would be like wondering why money is sold at a percent to the government who sells the debt and you pay as the cost of doing business…
The time apart ends and I start noticing the shifts. Now, granted, my neighbor has been busy with his astral interference in these times as well as various other tricks to tear my sleep to shreds but, still I rise. I even overcome the immense dread and fear they programmed in as I started making some vids to vent to go along with my articles that were aimed at the 8% who could comprehend the true nature of this realm. A few other things kick that we shall over, skip, and get to the interesting. Even though I hated all these things I was loathe to move as well because a) I was observing plus noting and b) I’m quite lazy in that respect. Just didn’t seem worth the effort as its obvious I was the constant but, as fate would have it, the rent became immense and I was hit with the eject at the same time the maternal branch of my family tree, who I had never done meet previously, said “Come and see, live with us, see how it feels. Plenty of fine women around the ends so why not kick Game and see where it leads?”. So I went. But not without hesitation and this is where my cousin comes in as she I knew well as we were raised in the same crib and had been through the same mess. She swung the vote as I was still dead against it as I felt, off rip, that something was incorrect with their proposal. So I went.
Upon landing the program was in full effect but it was so different and new that I couldn’t spot it. Later I’d recollect and the tell was blood can exert a greater influence than a neighbor with intense concentration and occult skills thus is less reliant on the blatant and uses more of the invisible instead. Clever, clever. Remember, you only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent and when you click the trick you make them your Victim as those are the only two poles in this realm. You either win or learn so pay no heed to the tale they spin inside your head as that is their greatest weapon in this battle of ignorance versus wisdom to control your awareness hence do the Knowledge. Once it is did things are never, ever the same again. I’ll skip over some details but I caught whiff of what kicked and how deep I was in the mess and thus I left on a jet to go someplace else but it just got ever more intense as they had me running, like a rat in a maze, ducking shells and various spells along with many forms of death. What a holiday!
So, I get back in the K and land at my cousins place as a) I’m now homeless and b) my mind is almost domeless trying to process what kicked and how the heck I survived it as all that happened before paled in comparison to this. It seemed oddly personal. Like someone, or thing, wanted vengeance from beyond this realm and that made me question its evolution as it obviously wasn’t in sync with elevation as, my mind, in the flesh, wasn’t concerned with the stress or mess of blaming them. There was no point. They were too subtle and yelled out in pain as they stabbed the blade in my rear end, energetically speaking. No, I Knew this realm takes place inside my head ergo I am the Alpha and Omega of this ergo its all to win. Along the way I reexamined immense amount of trauma imprints and other bits of my heritage and suddenly a new pic started weaving its way in. Thats another thing. So, I landed, glad to rest and my cousin said “You look exhausted. I couldn’t find the Epsom Salts you requested for bathing but heres some Dead Sea instead. Glad to make it happen!”.
Did you spot it? See how cryptic and obvious it is? Rearrange the order of those two words to peep the spell as she wanted nothing less than to have my corpse, exit. What had happened was that her inheritance was on the line. Basically, my Aunt had shafted her out of everything she thought she would be getting by letting someone else manage the assets to which she felt entitled. That, I suspect, is how they got the leverage to get her so invested in what came next as I never, ever saw it coming and even though I suspected I refused to accept it as it made absolutely no sense as the girl was a mess and I really wanted to help. See that old savior Pattern again? They know me so well! Upon my arrival she fired off all of the anchors on the trip ranging from the waterboard example to the time I was supposed to be poisoned by a monoxide detector malfunction as I slept and a whole host of things that had me wondering “Am I projecting this stress on an innocent that simply wants to help or is she really in on it?”.
To say it made no sense was an understatement but when her kid started acting out parts of my subconscious and drawing certain things linked with altered states of awareness I really felt an immense sense of comprehension for those poor schizophrenics that would come and track me down as they knew, for certain, I was real and solid. I, unfortunately, had no one else to assist but thats when things kick to another level and it turns out I was incorrect. My protector had been there, off rip, and had actually prevented many events from manifesting as intended hence the slipping on a rubber to avoid the full brunt of sex magic as well as disengaging before a ring and so many other things. It turns out they were attempting to engage in destiny theft. That was the entire point in all of this. Or, at least, one of the bonuses for participation, I guess. Its way too subtle and complex to go into here but, in a nutshell, if you read the Bible and check the story of Jacob and Esau it lays out the blueprint of decep and how they attempt to swindle the righteous heir (with the help of a wicked mother. As I said, blood is thinner than Ether and I Know my true links are not flesh based on the actions of these demons) out of what is truly his by exploiting him. To this, consent I do not. Win or learn. I reclaim my true destiny and eject what you attempt to stitch to my energetics. Your mess is your own and my Soul is my own. So it is, as I said.
Remind me who I am and the power of intent. I’ll skip over the next couple of months as it was beyond subtle but I came to realize how much manipulation is actually needed to make one believe they’re human. The grift never ends! As I sit here, now, typing this those pearly white gloves have slipped off her fists and revealed blood stained knuckles that had been steadily punching against me as I was not supposed to survive this. What comes next? Who knows? I have been told to step as, once again, even in this midst of the mess I was too busy noting what noticed and tracking shifts whilst mapping comparisons of the blips in consciousness and how they’re doing it. Oh yes, if you hack a hacker then expect him to flip the script but, once again, the savior in me says:
The one who bought me in and, since then, has been waiting for this moment and grinding an axe till its honed to a fine edge. What happens next? Who can tell? I am confident and, once again, place my bet on Self because from each of these situations I either win or learn whilst the rest are all content to handle their daily dose of stress in a life awash with coping mechs where ignorance runs unchecked as the inmates, once upon a when, took over the asylum and set the roles in opposition which is why they killed the Gnostics and anyone else who wishes to uplift. I mean, forget all the rest of what I’ve said and just ask your Self one logical question:
Tell, lie, vision. Real eyes, realize… The Game of Souls has you, my friend. I can say this rock solid as melting is the only option that makes sense when the matter with spirit is quite dense and my adventure in the flesh is just commencing as no matter what the tone may suggest know that I’m built for it but I document these steps to help the rest that may find themselves set adrift in a personal hell without a sense of comprehension as to what kicks.
Win or learn is the mindset, my friend. By sharing this text on the web I make conscious what was sub-implanted and thus liberate my inner realms and energetics from the presence and influence of those who were mentioned (and not, but linked) to all of this manipulation, suppression and degradation as I take the time to attest that I am an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one made manifest as flesh via my consciousness and thus reject anything that attempts to mess with my coherency and resonance as the embodiment of optimal health, abundance and wealth. Especially via the use of those cheap parlor tricks like hypnosis, sex, blood magick and the array of demons you keep on deck and rituals as well.
“In sleep the pain of being me fades away” she said. She’d wrote out a note addressed to her only friend that explained her reason for choosing death because the price of living had left her in debt and thus she saw suicide as the only option. Standing high, high above the city she perched on the edge of the building to reflect about her last few moments on the planet as she’d had enough of fighting. The voice in her head had won. All of her life it had told her she was useless, ugly, a detestable thing and she, she had listened. She’d heard it so well that she never questioned it, who it was, its intent or true meaning because she’d fell for the trick it played on her consciousness.
The rooftop felt cold beneath her feet as she’d removed her shoes and placed the note she’d wrote underneath. Sure she could’ve sent a text but this just seemed more personal and as a desperate sigh escaped her lips and she felt herself shuddering in Spring as she thought about all the events that had led up to this. With a wry grin she said “So, this is how it all ends? With me splattered across the pavement” as she stepped over the railing and prepared to make her descent.
At just that moment the wind whipped in furiously and almost took her with it as she, out of instinctual Self preservation, tightened her grip then watched with dismay as her suicide note fluttered off, into the distance. “Great, you can’t even kill yourself without making a mess” said the insistent drone in her head that had spoke poisoned somethings after its initial introduction with sweet nothings for as long as she could recollect. She pulled herself back in from the ledge because this simply wouldn’t do. She couldn’t leave her best friend without a clue or cue of why she did this and with that she wearily slipped on her shoes and walked back down through the building.
The voice in her head was raging at being so close to winning as it had controlled her every whim and impulse for as long as she could recollect. “Funny, isn’t it?” she said as we sat on a park bench as the brown hues of autumn crept in “Its so obvious what you’ve said. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it. How many people have lived and died from a position of ignorance or done something so stupid as I attempted?”. “It really is quite surreal and wicked as this is what has so much of the world in its grip” I responded as we drank our beverages. Another sigh escaped her lips, she hasn’t yet developed the presence to notice when this happens but to me its quite obvious that there are still layers upon layers of grief within as she’s barely scratching the surface.
“I remember walking along the street and being beaten from within in a way that was beyond ferocious. It was like “Here’s all the things you’ve done wrong or failed since back when and then on top of this you can’t even kill yourself! You foolish idiot. You disgust me” and, of course, right on cue, I felt disgusted. How obvious! It speaks, I do. I can’t believe I didn’t realize I’m that which listens, the Witness like you said, and not that who is speaking. Do you remember when we met?”.
“I do, but I’ll let you tell it”.
“What on Earth possessed you to say what you said? It was highly inappropriate and yet… Just what I needed. At first I thought “What the hell is this pervert saying?” but then it became obvious there was something else beyond asking me if I’d ever allowed myself to melt because I realized my tension and intention behind your message. That was the best hug I’d ever felt and it really was just what I needed as I sensed something that had long been broken within get its first inkling of what would become healing. I am grateful”.
“Or being scraped off the pavement as the consequence of a lifetime of investment in the wrong choices” she added with eyes that beamed a curious mix of pain and hopefulness. “Gosh, whatever was I thinking? You know as try as hard as I want to I simply cannot get back in that frame of reference, that mode of being. Its like the spell I was under was broken and now its like waking up into a dream from the nightmare I’d been living.
“In sleep the pain of being me fades away” she said as we lay on her bed a few months previous, not long after we met. “Its like a sweet release from lifes bitter misery. Its so hard walking around this world pretending its all OK to everyone I meet. What is it you said? Oh yes, manufacturing proof as they lie to themselves. Its so true, so true. Why? What made you speak to me? Couldn’t you have just left me alone? What happened if we’d never met? Would I have finally found the death I’ve been craving? I’ve really been thinking about your DV Perspect and it makes so much sense because why else would this unfold as it did? How many times have we done this? Is this why I feel such an intense comfort with someone I’ve just met when I never, ever let anyone get in, close or, worse still, share how I truly feel. Who are you, man? What is your deal?”.
“Me? I’m a broken man with shattered dreams who is trying to heal. Not just myself but the world as well because its what it needs but people live in fear of their reality as it stands being revealed as they’re invested in the mess that voice in their head and a lifetime of training tells them what it is. Its wild, isn’t it? 8 billion Souls trapped in the flesh and being held hostage by a fake version of them that steals the life they could live“.
“Its crazy. They’re crazy. You’re crazy especially for even coming up with this. I mean how the hell does someone even think like this?” she said, turning and propping herself up on her elbow as she fixed me with a look that was intense. “I mean what the hell are you doing here? Here in my bed, my life, my planet. It doesn’t make any sense”.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. “Fear is a street sign on the way to your power so feel it and keep moving“. You’ve already hammered this one into my head” she said with a grin as she threw herself back on the bed and started kicking her heels as she flailed her fists into the quilt to calm her nervous system. We spent a while exploring this as I guided her through the psyhcosphere and its then she spontaneously recollected the day she first met her (false) self aka the voice in her head.
“I’ll always keep you safe” she said. “Those were the words that weaved the spell. I’d noticed this presence before but it was quick things “Watch out” or “Be careful” when I was at school, out and about or walking. At first I didn’t notice it. There were also nicer things its said like “You’re smart. You’re special” and other bits of encouragement when I was around six but the statement about keeping me safe, that came a few years later and after that I was fully invested. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Nobody talks about that voice in their head that directs everything and yet its a common symptom of modern living. Thats so crazy, isn’t it?“.
“Everyone hears the same voice in their head as they’re running the same program of socially sanctioned madness. Doesn’t matter about your religion, culture, reason for living as this sickness has grabbed the planet and is the true epidemic that ravages all whom it gets from within”.
“Trance is actually one of the most natural things in the world. Actually, you’ve reminded me that back when I was going through the Concentration Camp of the System I used to either be totally wild and distract everyone as the center of attention or I’d be entirely silent as I was set adrift on a dreamy bliss”.
“Oh, I know that feeling. I miss it, in a sense. So natural to children”.
“Well, thats trance. Thats how natural it is and healing as well. The closest modern people get to it is staring at the TV set but that is quite dangerous as it opens up channels of programming within via the use of the medium and the messages hidden”.
“Channels? Programs? Gosh, its all so obvious once you break the spell and see it. Nothing is truly hidden. Its all placed right there in front of your dish”.
“Why do you think its called a television? Telling lies to your vision”
“Oh. My. Gosh” she said as sat up and made mind blown gestures which I followed up with “The exact same reason Siri is iris backwards because soon that iPhone will be fitted directly in your head as the human collective takes another bite from the apple which augments their awareness as silicon and carbon mix to bring… What shall we call these no longer human beings?”.
“Just another layer of the trick except this is taking the same process of the (false) self you previously identified with and making the changes external and permanent as they jack into your awareness via the lowest level”.
“You know I get what you said that day we met that life is actually hell and we’re already dead. That really got my attention because its something I’ve felt so much but never dared express because my family are so religious. I mean, it never made sense that they’re constantly begging and scraping from one mishap to the next and yet believe in a force benevolent (yet invisible) that never seems to do a thing for them”. She started blushing as her lower lip was trembling. “I can’t believe I said that. I didn’t mean to be blasphemous but its something I’d always secretly wondered because it didn’t make sense why there is nothing but pain and suffering in this world. Those words cracked my chest. I knew then I’d have to listen”.
“Well, thats the beauty of energetics. I don’t have a clue about the words that will flow from my lips because I’m speaking to a higher aspect of your Self. Some people are so disconnected and frozen due to being invested in a disempowering script that they simply cannot comprehend what I’m saying beyond the surface in the moment. I’ve had people get it much later and then say they spent ages trying to find out who I was, if anyone knew where we could link or just simply turning up in the same place we met, at the same time, again and again hoping to run in. You were just fractured enough to let the light pour in at that moment”.
“You really are a nutter. You know that, yes?”.
“Its no measure of health to be well adjusted to a society wracked by sickness. By their definition anyone who isn’t with the program must be mad, bad or wicked. I’m used to that kind of projection from those in the Valley of the Plebs whereas the miscreant misfits that never fully believed the script often find a level of resonance because its all about Knowledge of Self, get it?”.
“Yeah, yeah. I do. Its super interesting. You should tell everyone about this. Use me as an example. Who knows how many people it could help?”.
“What if we’d met and I said exactly the same thing a month previous? Do you think it would’ve had the same effect? Would you have listened? What if that day you’d been stomping around with phones attached to head wearing an expression that said “I don’t want to be bothered”. What then?”.
“Well, I do think that look is my standard. Or was” she added with a grin. “Its so strange what you said about tears that aren’t expressed limit the smiles we cannot reveal. Everything about you is, really. Strange. Are you an alien? I’m genuinely asking” she queried as she leant in with eyes that were searching mine for answers. I laughed from the depths because it is often something I’ve pondered and the only true answer is “I’m in the world but not of it. Thats the gift Knowledge of Self brings and the way I see it is if one candle is lit inside the darkness then it shines as an example to the rest of the potential for illumination. Problem is they’re sucked in by the tell lie vision and its electric glow of comfort and thus their Souls are stuck in a lower Earth orbit and entirely miserable due to the limited frame of reference furnished upon their consciousness by the Opponent”.
“The Opponent. Yes, yes. That one really clicked. I saluted that idea the moment I heard it because its so perfect. The Opponent and the Victim. If you don’t know then you’re it. Its so obvious. So simple… Breathtaking” she said and then started yawning. Reaching across I flicked the switch as we lay in darkness with her head on my chest as she said “In sleep the pain of being me fades away but with you it feels like I’m awakened“.
Back to the present and there are two reasons I shared this text. One is that someone may need to hear it and choose a better option and the second is that I, personally, detest suicide due to its spiritual implications and the bomb it sets for those that are left as it messes up generations due to its imprint on them. There was another tale and, possibly, another tragic event aborted by a similar sense of presence, back when, as its amazing how the right words and energetics can derail the Opponent from the helm and place the Witness back instead and that, my friend, is a beautiful thing. I share this as the attempts on my life have recently become more devious and intense than they’ve ever been so if they find me shrink wrapped inside a sport bag with two in the back of my head as they say “He did it, open and shut case, Johnson. Lets sprinkle some crack on him and get away” then know that I was murdered as I have simply fought against too much for too long to give in now as that card is not, will not and cannot be in the hand I was dealt as I refuse to play it so let this stand as testament because its became Self evident that a lot of well feathered nests are ruffled by my presence in this realm due to their pledge to the one eyed king who keeps them rich and ensures they remain hidden behind the curtain of his protection as they do the most wicked things.
Back when before it was the trend to throw the word multiverse into everything I stumbled across something that presented a loose end that I then commenced tugging at every chance that I would get. Its a hypothesis that can be proved with a reaction to a simple question. Shall we imperiment?
On a scale of one to ten with one being the wackest and ten being totally actualized, firing on all cylinders, no blockages present, pumping the ultimate version of you on FM where would you rank your Self at the present moment?
Did you see what just happened? The very fact that you, automatically, Knew (with a capital K) where you sit on this spectrum means the other versions could and probably do exist. Really think about this at depth and ponder what just kicks because every single Soul that has partook in this trip has always said the same thing:
“The answer came back unbidden”.
“It wasn’t a question or a guess. More like a statement. Undeniable”.
I have lost count of the amount of people I’ve asked to participate in this and I find it absolutely fascinating that even whilst most gain that concrete glimpse of what is otherwise ineffable there are very, very few who actually want to do something about it. Well, I did.
I dreamt up this trip when I was at a point in my life that I generally detested and wondered how the heck I’d got into this situation from which escape seemed impossible. I’d been pinned down by ignorance as well as being led on a merry dance via acquaintances and the most amusing thing about this experiment is I actually believed I was the one doing the testing when, in reality, I was under observation. Needless to say that mirror was cracked, not long after this, and I believe the events of the NDE and other things were all linked to this one simple question. Lets run it back a bit:
At the time I was bulky fat, not capable of running a lap but with stamina that was immense. Good job as it was needed considering I was working back to back 81 hour shifts for years on end in some very strange conditions. Sobriety was a stranger to me and a mellow buzz my second favorite coping mech but what really kept me sane was peering inside folks heads and asking them questions. That made the time fly by and considering most of the Souls around me were as broken as they were broke they were more than content to elope in an imaginary quest that forced them to look within. Granted, some hated it as I could kill their high, super quick. Others felt nauseous as the point of view was too intense but, on the reg, most really, really dug the imperience as they simply never had a clue of what would come next. Neither did I and on that fateful day I stopped and said:
“On a scale of one to ten with one being the wackest and ten being totally actualized, firing on all cylinders, no blockages present, pumping the ultimate version of you on FM where would you rank your Self at the present moment?”.
To my latest participant I felt an immense epiphany like this was the reason I’d got into this fine mess and its what would change everything else as there was a point before this gnosis and what came next.
I simply could not stop pondering the implications because the me I was then was a solid three on the scale and that, unlike the rest who felt stressed when their digit also rolled in, filled me with an immense sense of exhilaration as I Knew I could be he who improved in increments. Here’s how I did it:
I sat down and said, to my Self, in a state of relaxation:
Then I was set adrift on memory bliss as imagination did its thing. He too had his own business but the key difference was he worked for it, not in it as he’d relinquished his grip and need for perfection as he had learned to accept that if his own standard was a ten and a trained pleb can manifest a six then that is doable because if mash two of them together with a margin for error its approximation is great and frees up time for other things. Its these ventures that were of interest as the first thing I noticed was this version of me was in far better health and much leaner shape. Not surprising as he some pro level cardio equipment at the crib that he used to destress and motivate, AM and PM, as opposed to caffeinated beverages and a swift drink at night to chill. He also ate very different as he wasn’t relying on takeaways and such things due to his immense workload and the rest therefore he cooked and really enjoyed it. There were other factors that are too boring to mention as its the grand sketch that is of interest and thus I set about implementing it in ways that were tenable.
I bought a cheap and rickety cross trainer from the local ad section. Like most of these devices it had been used as a clothes horse and not its intended purpose and thus was quite affordable. So, upon it I step and soon was covered in sweat and felt quite pathetic but I Knew this is what it takes to prove my view of the Game and thus was very engaged and kept at it. At first I made this a night thing instead of a quick drink as there was no way in hell I’d do this in AM and pull another twelve hour shift dealing with the denizens of the pavement… After a while it clicked and suddenly I realized my body was craving magnesium which led to Epsom Salt baths after forty five minute sessions in which I would barely break a sweat but feel immense amounts of tension being liberated as my mind zoned out with the movements, repetitious. Here, now, present, correct. The contrast of this motion with total stillness and relaxation led to an immense leap in the quality of my rest which changed other things and then, before you know it, I’d start and end the day on this contraption. Till it snapped.
Apparently it wasn’t meant to be used like this but it had proven a point so I spent a bit more and bought a new rig which, in around month six, met a similar fate. This time I called the company and they sent someone out to check and said the metal had been sheared in a way most intense and that made no sense when they saw the relatively slender gent standing. The dude asked how much I used it and I told him but he still shook his head and said that shouldn’t have happened as a token of their appreciation they’d give me a hefty discount on their home pro level equipment.
Just like the one the other version of me was using.
Ain’t that something? By now I was far less reliant on takeaways and such things and was generally in far better mental, physical and spiritual health than I’d ever been and it all sprung from asking my Self as simple question, engaging my imagination and then working the process backwards. Reality is far more plastic than most suspect and these versions of ourselves are simply awaiting activation or it could be that the song on the record is etched with varying renditions and we shift our resonance via the principle of attention as the whole Game plays out inside your awareness. Now, that is a far deeper topic and more metaphysic but you are welcome to give this one a spin and see what kicks when you ask your Self a simple question:
“On a scale of one to ten with one being the wackest and ten being totally actualized, firing on all cylinders, no blockages present, pumping the ultimate version of you on FM where would you rank your Self at the present moment?”.
Then notice the response that slides in toward your mind from your chest (or however it manifests in your respect) then follow your imagination for more clues and cues on what to do next before implementing them and spotting the shifts as it may just be a case of the prime, high flying model that was always intended was actually dumbed down and simplified by various machinations or many other things. The simple fact of the matter is this works and its one of the best tools for Self actualization I’ve developed so far in my adventures and its my great honor and privilege to share this with the rest and I hope you implement it as its one of those things that, once felt, can’t be denied as something equally subtle and special which offers immense hints about the nature of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits as well as the powers contained within the limitless fount of your imagination…
Can you imagine a world without bad guys? Something quite hard to think, yes? On the flip can you comprehend that without them there would be no need for the opposite of a few good men. Once this clicks you’ll start to realize the same Pattern which runs through modern civilization as it stands and why things are the way it is because we have dark masquerading as light chasing shadows it calls villains. Its a very clever Game of projection and distraction which only works when those given the roles penned do so without introspection or asking the right questions as its based on forced perspective.
Imagine there was a realm that pure consciousness, light, call it what you wish. Whatever it is there is plenty of it. Without beginning or end. Exceedingly luminescent. Now imagine someone knits a huge curtain or veil and throws it over this glow. Suddenly we have darkness. The absence of the presence. Now, lets pretend someone cuts a circular hole in this knit and proclaims “Let there be light”. Lo and behold, there is. Into this nascent dimension where the unfinite is pouring we meet a coalescence of elementals and I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this…
Right now, as I sit here typing this with my current level of ignorance (at which I do daily chip), it certainly seems like the intent of those who made this realm isn’t in our best interests. Maybe its the life I’ve lived, things I’ve Witnessed and the fact that at each step of the way I was thrown in a tsunami in order to learn how to swim because it most definitely seems like somewhen doesn’t like my presence and can’t wait to flick my off switch. On the flip there also appears another force that says “This is what happens when coals become diamonds. Its the price you’ve got to pay to keep shining”. For a while I really tried to escape this. Just for a moment I wanted to be like the rest of the happy idiots without a care in the world and surface level comprehension as they know not what they’re missing since their curiosity was extinguished back when. Thing is, we are born to be who we are and yet only a handful achieve what we came to become. The Path of Power chooses those who are chosen by themselves as they carry not only their burden but also of those unborn along with those unaware they’re suffering. Not to make mountains out of molehills, for who can truly know anothers pain? But the question still remains:
I’ve just given you another key to the puzzle. Are the pieces beginning to click?
Now, lets imagine somewhere far, far away there was a family of bells who had had enough of the madness and they formed their own clique. For this they were persecuted and pushed to the limits. After many misadventures, tears and blood shed a shiny bell steps in that is luminescently jingling. Those around it hold still their indoctrinated noiZ via training and awareness which is due to the use of their free will and mastery of consciousness. The baby finds the Psylense reassuring as it matches that which it knows well, from that where he steps – the Fifth Dimension – down, down into this realm in the land of the bells. As he matures those around find their inner spark rekindled as they use the same principle of resonance to optimize their connection. Not to the intent that knitted a dark matter blanket and through it over its ceiling in the Fourth Dimension before cutting a hole in to create this realm via drip fed consciousness wrapped around with carbon (soon to be silicon) but to that which is pure, prime and so personal that without it none of this would be possible. The Witness. The you who is, was and will be before, during and after this realm… The rest is but an illusion designed to mess with your coherence but lets moonwalk a bit and glimpse at these bad guys masquerading as good men.
The CIA runs most of the drug trade in the world.The banks are on record as complicit. It helps them keep poor countries poor as they loot their resources and it helps eradicate the undesirables from their domestic streets as well whilst generating immense profits for off the book operations. Gary Webb spoke of this and turned up dead. For whom the bells toll, yes? Are you starting to see what I mean about the systemic corruption which seeps from the top (ie beyond this realm) and infects all those whos Souls manifest in the flesh as they are trained to lose connection and Knowledge of Self in exchange for whatever the syllabus says. You are programmed to lxve, hate and chase whatever they say. So little of a Slaves motivation actually comes from within and is genuine or authentic. Its why you thirst for shining things or relationships under the guise that “Once I get this it will be perfect…. It will finally be enough… It will all feel real…”. Except it doesn’t. Never is. You know this well but choose to keep your head, neck and everything else tucked into the sands of blissful ignorance rather than awakening to the dream of a nightmare you’re in and actually doing something about it whilst you’re still wearing the flesh.
Long ago on this planet, on a different level of the Game, there was a war across the world that for quite a while did rage. At the end of the day those who won were not the noble or fair, no way. Because when it seemed like things wouldn’t go their way they unleashed their ace which said “Mutually Assured Destruction”. Hip hop hooray! Bombs away. Humanity found itself back on page one and its been on since then because those who knew it was coming took enough precautionary steps to ensure their phoenix would rise from the ashes due to the fires they set as they’d possess the upper hand. “In our image shall we make them” said the ones who designed how you currently think, live and exist in a realm that has had their iron grip on the planet for thousands of years and counting.
You can prove what I’ve said quite simply by watching an infant and the joy which rings out of them then checking back in in a couple of decades and change as you note that glow fades as they become just like the rest. Only to do it all again.
81%. 81% accept the programming without question. The other 11% who have the potential to transcend voluntarily hoodwink themselves for a personalized program that turns them into an active vehicle of suppression for the rest. This treachery is rewarded well via fame and trinkets but remember, little bells, nothing but experience leaves this realm so the toys you play with are never yours, simply borrowed and the fees for use is actually quite expensive. But they’ll never tell you this as you signed the contract in blood without checking the small print because you wanted to get ahead and lost your heart in the process.
The remaining 8% are often either mystics or madmen, the latter a malfunctioning former as both mature and unleash the voltage of Inner Sense into their bell which rings out the sound of Psylense. For the outsane the distortions present along with psychotropics pumped in keep them bouncing between the realms aka dimensions in ways that seem quite incoherent whereas the Warrior tunes his Witness and achieves a state of coherence and its from this lens I’m typing.
By now you should comprehend that I’m speaking to the few, not the many, for while we are all born with this innate state of resonance there are only a few of us that have been pushed to the limits and ready to shine like diamonds after a lifetime of suffering that we’re willing to look within and question our assumptions. For most Slaves this is a fate worse than death as they are so invested in a false narrative filled with fanciful things that are, frankly, quite ridiculous. But when a little bell is imprinted with a resonance, time and time again, it quickly forgets its own state and claims it was always the way they gained. It wasn’t. Me and you both know this but the modern world as its stands is allergic to the quest for the truth and are petrified they might find it. “What if it contradicts all I believe? What then? Does it mean that I, my father, my mother, my tribe, people and friends are all idiots? No! Heaven forfend! Its you, you must be wicked” they say as they start frothing.
On cue and as intended. Because the bad guys control their mind and convince them of their goodness. Just like this pic says:
