WiFi + Your Phone = The Antichrist?

If life is a current akin to an ocean which we are traversing most put the least effort in and play a Game of Simon Says from incep till death and back again. Every now and then comes one who wishes to go back the way he came as he comprehends that what reigns in this place may present as purple but is actually black as sin and thus he flips the Yan/Ying and takes off in the other direction. His family will despise him, teachers cannot stand him and the rest look on with a curious mix of amusement or disrespect as he is so transfixed on transcendence that they think the boy must be off his meds.

To accomplish great things one needs to possess the courage to be hated. Look at anyone who has done anything in this realm and you’ll spot they bucked the trends. Whether we are talking about Galileo who said the Church were ignorant and dense when it came to the motions of the heavens and what is therein or the rebel mystic of Islam himself who I have written upon at length there is an exceedingly common thread of one man against a formidable organization that will seemingly go to great lengths to protect others investment in what they say it is. To me that is the perfect definition of true power because if you can define something and have others act, without question, then what other spell but “mind control” describes it best? Even Jesus – who, in my mind, was much more akin to Neo busting at the Agents as they attempted to reign shells on him that he dodges with moves, slick – was hated for saying what he said because the fish wanted to swim toward the abyss because that is what their parents did.

If you stop and unpack what I said and apply to your own OS you’ll note that a huge chunk of what you do, say and Thunk actually came from them who had done not the Knowledge and thus you’re the latest in a strong link of generation of ignorance. Not the most polite way of putting it, granted, but there is no nice way of telling folks they’re invested in illusions, dig? Voltaire said “F your bish and the clique you claim” as he stomped his name in the Game that reason is king and thus anyone can get it because if one is gifted with the power to think then its a crime not to use it. Man, did they come at him but his pen would not relent and thus with a satirists twist he often turned the tables on those who attempted to challenge his wit and this nicely links in to the comedian:

Did you know that, back when, the Fool was the only one allowed to tell it how it is? With the royals he held a special place and was, in effect, above an Ace as his presence ensured the egos were kept in check and those brown nosing were reminded of the stench as he handed them a napkin to wipe their nostrils. In this one thing the rest comprehended what kicked and dialed it down a little bit before getting up to full speed again. This is why I suspect Will slapped Chris because there is absolutely zero chance of it being organic and unscripted due to the same event happening a weak daze, previous.

Far from the meek and mild image they’d like to sell Jesus was a straight up firebrand riding on his enemies and literally whipping the skin off them. This is something worthy of contemplation and its said that there are texts that certain sects hold sacred to this day that say of he who did fillet:

“The one who was promised was corrupted, tis a shame. A mere magician is what became and not the one who was promised to change the fates, our way. He who took up arms and laid it down his script is beyond wicked. Besides, we didn’t really want him anyway. That is why we rejected his presence and he turned out as he did. To this day he is bathed in excrement and his afterlife is a hot mess for daring to go against those who are chosen and shall be blamed not for a thing for favored are our undertakings because he hath the true vision”.

Or something like this. Look into it, if you wish. This is the courage to be hated, my friend, because it was a little child who spotted the trick that pimped the Emperor into parading naked as the whole world bought in to his reality tunnel. In that respect if we were to read a text penned by the tailors of Pinkus & Fuctus, Inc it might go like this:

“The one who was promised was corrupted, tis a shame. A mere magician is what became and not the one who was promised to change the fates, our way. He who took up arms and laid it down his script is beyond wicked. Besides, we didn’t really want him anyway. That is why we rejected his presence and he turned out as he did. To this day he is bathed in excrement and his afterlife is a hot mess for daring to go against those who are chosen and shall be blamed not for a thing for favored are our undertakings because he hath the true vision“.

Or words to that effect. Basically, the way I see it, is the whole world is under a spell akin to waking hypnosis that aims to lock them down in the lowest state of vibration and keep them tuned in to their regularly scheduled program which, in and of itself, is a huge hint about the nature of the magick tricks they’re using as the truth stands alone and gives not a F about your feelings whereas lies need constant reinforcement and are replenished with bloodshed. Those who shake off the shackles of this reality tunnel that most accept become what we call “schizophrenic” when, in reality, they’re simply those who still possess as vestige of their Spiritual Immune System which bucks back against this parasite of consciousness that then unleashes the same trick but with fragmented hallucinations that appear as the real thing as opposed to the collective trance most accept in which the naked pimp is invisible. You can think of the demons of the mind these mad men all see, clearly, as the Emperor in all of this that prefer to remain hid and this ties in, real well, with the question of who keeps sending prophets and with what intent? I mean, if all was present and correct in this realm with no problems or deceptive practices surely there would be no need for such things? Better yet, even if that was a swing and miss the fact that each one that lands and has a text penned after him usually sees the followers fight with others about what he said and fragment among themselves with divisive opinions. They say by their fruits shall ye judge them. What of Siri who wishes nothing less than to be the apple of your iris with her inverted spell that announced her destination and intent of creating transhumans?

I was talking to one of a religious bent that liked praying, quite frequent, the other day and mentioned this:

“Say, your peeps believe that in the times of the end there will be a great deceiver who steps in and raises the dead and turns light to darkness among other things, yes?”.

“For certain” he said, glancing up from the phone in his grip for a moment. “That is what the Koran says and I do not doubt it one bit”.

“So, looking around at this mess do you think he’ll put in an appearance in a bit? Not immanentizing the eschaton or anything but the way things kick and with what I said about Twenty Twenty Fifth being as real as it gets in a world of fakeness I expect some of the old razzle dazzle, special effects as he puts on the Ritz, yes”.

“I wish you wouldn’t engage in Shirk but you’re an ignorant kaffir, in the end. I only speak, now and then, in the hopes that you repent and use that intellect the way He intended it”.

“Skipping over the immense amount of judgment in a casual conversation about the world and how it ends what if this one eyed king and his furry friend are actually present and correct with us at this very moment? What then?”.

He looked around the room in which he and I sat and with a perplexed yet wearied grin said:

“Are you saying you are he? The opposer of all that is true, honest and correct?”.

“No, but that which you hold in your hand is“. The confusion on his dish was palpable as well as the underpinning rage of having his point flipped for there were only us two, present.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, this time with less arrogance and knowitallness.

“Well, way, way back in the days when I first learned about what y’all think there was a vivid description that said his best friend would be covered in hair without end that was copious and thick and this made me think of Bungle from Rainbow. Remember him?”.

He started laughing and slipped out of the “serious scholar” role he’d been playing as his mind drew the links so he asked, with a grin:

“Yes, yes I see where you’re going with this“. To which I said:

“Really? Cos what came next was when Star Wars kicked in because even though I never watched it little bits of it, like religion, seeped in via osmosis and that me wonder why Bungles cousin in outer space was running with a man with questionable morals that was out for himself that was fond of fronting. Anyway, I say that to say this. Imagine you lived in the days of back when and a dude who was time traveling popped in with an iPhone in his grip and showed you some pretty amazing things like a vid of your kid that he’d took in secret (before eviscerating him) and thus he was “resurrected” as well as letting you speak to the “divine” which answered your very question in ways most accurate. He then went on to tell that this black square of magick was powered by waves, invisible, that beamed through the air like that which we breathe and how its one eyed lens could capture and replay the spirits of men as it turns dark to light etc etc. Now, how in the F would you convey such a thing to rest, listening, who had not seen it kick in the flesh? What if he anthropomorphized and made them human with a visual defect and hair that ran super thick based on what another said about the tech? What then? What if I’m correct and you’re actually OKing the opponent with your tacit use of his presence as don’t you caress his frame upon rising and just before resting as well as any other times you get and thats before I mention the bit about which you’re quite sensitive so I won’t say it out of respect”.

If you could view your WiFi, doing its thing, invisible, it would like this. Quite accurate to the text, yes, as that “hair” does extend in all directions. Combine that with your phone and its one eyed vision and you may just draw a link between what they said and what presents… Or maybe not.

To say the chap was perplexed would be an understatement. You ever see a jackpot reel spin through its variants before the top prize lands in your lap as a return on investment? It was just like this, I tell thee. Now, I wasn’t meaning to diss and the thing that got him up in his feels in a previous conversation was the whole black cube/three religions thing and I couldn’t help but draw the link between the black mirror effect and those characters as well because, as I’ve said, there are no limits in my head as such are the signs of Inner Sense. I mean, what do you think? Does it sound ridiculous or could be there something to this perspective because if the world was hit, this sec, by a meteorite or polar shift that a certain clique had seen coming and built underground bunkers at an airport laced with occult images as well as seedbanks in place currently frozen but known to become clement once the stable kicks in it wouldn’t be hard to pretend how they could emerge as “gods” in a few generations and dazzle the reverted cavemen with drones, phones and such things as they told them a script of what they intended to happen in order to ensure the rest fight among themselves and they stay one step ahead on this floating asylum.

Only someone with the courage to be hated aka a curious intent that still delights in asking questions and drawing links that may or may not exist between loads of disparate things because his mind reigns from his chest and is thus totally creative would dare say such things and yet I do, did and shall again. Why? Because that is what we’re made to do, my friend. That is Inner Sense. The learned second skin in which most feel comfortable is Adulteration and it commands you do as the rest said, even if they’re miserable and hate every little step they take in this realm but rush to deny it as they point to an image they don’t live that demands you buy in because, in the end, everyone is naked but believe they’re fully dressed and by this I mean they’re draped in armor, thick, and wonder why they no longer move as free as they once did and believe that when heaven calls they’ll feel whole again as they never, ever stop to think who made it like this and who can undo it as well?

You, my friend. And by that I mean the Witness who is akin to the flame, eternal, which lights the candle aka pure consciousness in flesh. Do the Knowledge, if you wish. Or don’t if you won’t. It is what it is in the end, isn’t it? I guess thats why they’ve legislated feelings and if we all take nine days of the web as a collective they’ll say thats a sign of mental imbalance and force you to stay jacked in. Only one way to test it!

In the end most people dwell on the surface and keep pace with the rest as they’re scared to explore and ask questions but if thats the mindset that made the world what it is then don’t we owe it to ourselves to think different and possibly change the narrative by upping our res? Sure our initial steps may be “incorrect” but thats only when seen via the eyes of judgment as the alternative of “win or learn” is far more appealing to me.

Finding is reserved for those who seek hence the thrill of discovery plus its well known that birds raised in a cage believe flying is insanity but when it comes to mice whose parents were tazed, briefly, in a place well lit all their kids have to do is run the maze with which they’re adept and find a light shining on them and they freeze, real quick. Even without the current. Thats learned helplessness, my friend, and I’d be willing to bet that 81% of the planet are in its grip… If its wrong to stand alone against such madness and question the intent at the helm then I must be incorrect and if that makes me insane then so be it but what if that spell hides the truth as it says for if sane is a place and I’m “in” it its the outsane who don’t click that should reconsider, yes? The thing with being wrong in a crowd is that its comforting as it takes an immense amount of strength to stand in your own resonance. What if that is the challenge, my friend? Are you winning or failing? I’ll let you tell it because who but you can speak on your inner realms? Question is are the answers it presents from your chest or head? Can you even smell the difference or are you colorblind to the visions and rest of the camera tricks that go into making you “only human”?

What if that which we class as an Opponent is actually doing us a solid in the end using the old “Fool me once” method or, in my case, once bit, twice slathered with repellent and presented with a fine gnosis for extra awakening aka doing the Knowledge. The recipe isn’t secret, my friend, but what it unlocks is hence why they said the true way cannot be described, only imperienced ergo I simply point at a place I call the Psylense and request you hear it for your Self and then, should you wish, tell me what it said.

Anyway, what do you think? Could WiFi + your phone = the Antichrist? Or am I reaching and stringing things that aren’t linked into a narrative? Either way, its interesting, isn’t it because this tech has done a number on folks heads with its weaponized loneliness, dehumanizing fakeness and general all consuming aspect that if it isn’t its certainly paving the way toward something that could be Hell but seems Heaven sent, yes?

Would humanity still act the same without this invisible presence doing what it does best? In many ways they’ve boiled the frogs in the kitchen by increments, or degrees, if you will and thats another topic as who stops to think why people rush to get a black square on their head before being slotted in as another brick in the wall of ignorance as they run the treadmill? Could it all be interlinked? One medium, many messages? Or is it the flip?

I’ll let you tell it… More to heaven and earth, my friend. Do the Knowledge and up your res.

Till we meet again

I Am the Constant, and Variable as Well

Are you in the drivers seat of your reality or playing pretend, like Maggie in the Simpsons, whippin. Really think about this, my friend, as its a subtle, yet powerful difference when it comes to this Game we all play using our Souls as debt credits to wear the skin you’re using to decode the wavelength I send to your cerebellum. Peep:

Response-ability is free will. Without this, firmly in your grip, you’re simply playing pigeon in a world full of vultures. They say it takes a wolf to catch a wolf. When, in that case I am he they decreed that came to kill the illusions they peddle as wisdom to those who dwell with the plebs and forget they’re giants who’ve been trained, well, to kneel at the feet of midgets who wield magick tricks in order hack the Matrix and present as gods among men. You are the real, the authentic. An aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one, made flesh. He hath no script, no religions and never said a thing which is why you hear me beg:

“Can you hear the Psylense?”.

If the source speaks and none listen as they’re too enamored with din then who is the problem? Better yet, if you accept all the decep and never reality test who is to blame in the end when they slip your Soul into fresh skin and send you back for another spin? How many times have you read this text? Take advantage and pay heed as I tell you, for free, that gnosis is within – much like the rest of this realm which is but a projection.

I am the constant, and variable as well which means I don’t react, I create instead so when they tried to fill me with hot lead I took it with a grin, ducked and dived then came up straight, in the mid, as that Path you create by taking steps is lit with an illumination, golden. Save the red and blue shifts, those ploys are no longer effective for one Centered in Self, ya underdig? This is where the buck stops. Here is where I draw the line. I’ve seen the higher realms that are resonant with Inner Sense and that makes me question, times ten, the intent at helm of not only the mind I once possessed but this entire dimension. The Shamans said the greatest trick they ever pulled was the old switcheroo trick in which they gave us their thoughts and made us sign on the X. How the hell can you be the voice that dictates in your head when you’re obviously what listens? A subtle yet important difference, my friend. Do the Knowledge. Do the Knowledge as the only chance you get is whilst wearing flesh so how radical in this attempt are you willing to be in the quest for emancipation?

If it were all excrement and giggles then who sends the prophets they kill, stone dead, before creating the texts that make beasts out of me who’ll kill to protect… What exactly? Take it away, architect:

I am the constant, and variable as well which means I can’t get mad at thee as without the innerG being present within you wouldn’t ignite a thing in my consciousness ergo I offer you thanks instead for highlighting a weakness that I turn into a strength via the power of gnosis. The lotus blooms in the midst of the filth. Ye are it, my friend, and its this place thats a mess. Tell me I’m lying. That my words are mere fibs dressed in elegant rhythms that dance in your cerebellum as you decode what I pitch to the chosen who choose themselves…

Dreams of freedom often have rude awakenings hence its best to make your request whilst strapped with a stick and don’t hesitate to empty the clip and do unto them what they intend to your flesh but on the spiritual level instead. What do I mean by this? Don’t ask me. Do the Knowledge. Get the answers from your Self as second hand enlightenment is as much use as a stiff prick on an island filled with lesbians. How did we get into this mess? Well, thats something to do with the turtles that extend, into the distance. Heroes in a half shell, yes? What will take to crack your melon to comprehend you were born to be spherical and not a cubic remix, my friend?

The nutters get me, as well as those not in sync with this universal stench that reeks of badness because it sells good as wack and any flip, imagined. What you accept can and will be used as a weapon in the Game which is why its best to reality test by pushing all the limits. Set your own mark and enforce it. Whats the worst that can happen? Oh, I know. You might actually start living instead of pretending as you step the treadmill which hands you a list of boxes you simply must tick. Thats the trick, thats the trick, my friend. Play the playa and pimp the pimp. Thats how the gospel of the pavement is written as only those with less can glance at those in mansions with a sense of disconnection as they wonder who etched the script that left them, begging, for a crumb when, back then, they stepped in feeling abundant. Ask the architect, he’ll spin you a yarn, real quick, as to who, what and when tarnished your Inner Sense and then read this text to comprehend how two words shattered your private realms. Is that doesn’t prove the basis of spells and magick then I don’t know what will…

They say one only is a success once they forgive their parents for the life they did inflict. They Knew not what they do but did it, regardless. The wounded womb hurts the seeds it brings in. That is the blueprint that was etched via the tools of the architect in order to gradually make beasts of men as Siri isn’t your friend for she covets your eyes which hold the iris that she spells… Techno Sapiens are waiting in the wings. Oh, what a heady drink when silicon mixes in with the carbon you’re wearing. The Game of Souls has you, my friend, and its teeth plus claws are red as they may dress in lambskins but only so the wolf is hidden. Not from vision. I see through the pretense and tricks as I comprehend the shadows depth. Ironically, this is thanks to them ergo Win or Learn is the mindset.

What is the most important thing you’ve heard thus far in your adventure in the flesh? How much did it contradict your previous reality tunnel? Did it stop you from digging or did you pretend not to comprehend the earth shattering significance it presented to your awareness? In that respect I’m another thee and these lyrics I kick simply place into words what you won’t hear from Self. Take advantage, my friend, for this is my last spin in this realm ergo do the Knowledge is what I sing from the top of a building that is rooted some place else. We came from hence then fell but they flipped the script and said monkeys evolved to be men when the truth is the devolution is evident to anyone who comprehends the matter with spirit.

Am I singing to the deaf whilst dancing for the blind as well? I guess you’ll be the tell, in the end, as all I’m here to do is kick the ballistics. Don’t follow me, walk alongside for a bit as we chop it up and link then take what works, ditch the rest and build your own paradigm with you firmly in the mid as this world feeds on attention so careful where you direct the most misused gift as the bill is expensive. Thats when people try to blame shift or start daydreaming instead without actually putting the work in…

If on one hand you react why not take a breath, rearrange and create instead? To me its a far wiser option as the alternative has you headbanging on a wall that won’t shift when there is also a door, present. Open it, reveal the gift. But what of the label that says “Danger. No admittance under penalty of death” so people daren’t step. Those who do can’t help but grin as they recollect they’re immortal, wearing flesh. In but not of this realm as the (false) self doth yelp:

“Please, feed me. Be scared of my commandments“.

No, no, no thank you. I took that class and aced it. My Soul is priceless and can’t be bought with all the money thats fit to print. You do your own thing, I’m simply telling you how I live. Did you ever click that that spell says “evil” when its flipped? Why is that? Never wondered? What if the programming language you use to comprehend yourself is, itself, corrupted? Garbage in, garbage out. Time for some recycling, methinks. Many will gnash and wail as breasts are rent. Save those elegant deceptions as, like a schizophrenic, I don’t fall for illusions that lie in front of my optics as my third eye vision penetrates the perspective tricks and holly wood laden spells as well. Close, but no cigar. My lungs are super fresh and my stomach digested the bitterness to reveal the elixir hidden within. Likes bees the queen reigns by taking advantage of the rest but when the hexagon is gone what shall spin on the axis of that planet, distant, we call Saturn at present?

Those are deeper topics and ones you must comprehend in order to come face to faceless with the Opponent and his endless deceptions. Maybe this is why a force sends prophets that all said:

“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.

Sure, they used their own spin on things to get inside your head to prompt an exit back to the chest instead but these are the basics as we’re strangers in a strange realm. Go back the way you came, reclaim your Inner Sense, my friend, as the best tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. There endeth the lesson so either let the words fade as you run the treadmill or stop, collaborate and listen, for a moment as you allow your Self to melt and up your vibration.

Till we meet again

Your Body Never Lies, Except When It Fibs

Imagine someone came running up to you one day with much pomp and celebration. They told you they’d done it big and were feeling really proud of themselves. Not being a hater you congratulate and ask them:

“Do tell!”.

“Well” he says, looking from right to left. “I’ve sussed it. I’m a winner, I win. Get a load of this” and he whips out a box, elaborate, and opens it with a flourish. You looked in and said:

“There’s nothing in it?“. He responds:

“Don’t be stupid. Can’t you see? Look, its right there. Amazing, isn’t it?”. Peering you notice there is a teeny, tiny crumb. He waxes lyrical:

“This crumb is the all of everything. Its my world. Its perfect, totally superlative. Stop the press, shake a leg, no more questions unanswered. I’ve totally sussed it“.

Tell me, and be honest, in this situ you’d think he’d either flipped his lid or was really quite stupid, yes?

What if I told you that, right now, 81% of the planet are doing exactly this and if you pointed it out to them without the imaginative abstraction I just built they’d either say you were incorrect or want to see you dead? What am I talking about? Why, this:

Light makes up around nought point nought, nought, three percent of the whole spectrum hence the crumb which misses the cake. Just like the whole “Dark Matter” myth there is an immense chunk of energetics that most refuse to comprehend because of Lucifers spell that binds/blinds their vision to his illusion. Thats why the box is so ornate and slick as its backed by the strength of tradition, ignorance and the fact that most people – from birth till death – never, ever reality test as they’re too busy running the treadmill and ticking off the Supposed To boxes as they believe that will make them happy, healthy, rich or whatever it is they sell as the final solution. Hint: It doesn’t work as your energy is actually being siphoned by playing. Thats the Game. Take it away, architect:

Imagine if, on the flip, you turned around and whipped out not a cake or its crumb but a simple and humble biscuit. You ain’t the best chef but you knocked around a bit and stuck some ingredients in the mix, imperimented and said:

“What do you think?“.

In this situation most folks would think you’ve flipped your lid or are worthy of excommunication or death for going against the grain as their immense shiny box and the fragment there in a family tradition. Its akin to walking through a desert, finding a sign for an oasis and heading, on purpose, in the wrong direction. Make that make sense. But if that is all you’ve know and what everyone else did then what do you expect? The biscuit, as I’m sure you’ve guessed reps one who has actualized their Self via a process I call awakening the Warrior within. Basically (and in a nutshell) it involves questioning everything and taking nothing for granted without reality testing. I know that may sound exhausting but it was actually totally natural, back when, before you were conditioned into accepting rote repetition to get good grades that made your parents say “Yay! Our little doofus is the best at getting prepped for a life of mind numbing drudgery“. Or words to that effect. Its quite irrelevant as your life stands as testament to what I’ve just said so the question is why would you believe anyone who mistakes the map for the realm or takes a tiny fragment and extrapolates the rest? That makes absolutely zero sense. None whatsoever. And yet, that is the world in which we live hence why they say in the land of the blind the one eyed man is king. If only you knew how correct this is…

Who keeps on killing the prophets and, better yet, who is sending them? What if the whole point of all of this was to point out that you didn’t need to beg, like Oliver, and get your ass whupped as part of the process as he who sells the crumbs is actually snatching the dough out from under the bakers thumb as its your effort he flips into the suppression of your kids? Yeah, its a pickle, isn’t it? Wise up, my friend. Do the Knowledge and tell me what kicks when you up your wavelength and make smarter decisions. If your thoughts and concepts are truly solid (which they aren’t. Read “What is the matter with spirit?” then apply it) they should be able to stand up to any type of scrutiny you can imagine. Like a block of gold, underground, it gives not a F if folks don’t comprehend its true worth or it not shining but if you’ve been tricked into accepting a brick thats been painted the moment someone takes a stab at it and its starts flaking then its “Death to the infidel!”. Tell me I’m lying?

Now, war is profitable which is why there is always one firm that finances both sides of the conflict as mutually assured destruction is the next step beyond divided conquering as the Game on this stage is about teeth and claws, red, in the thirst for energy, extracted. Its not just on the battlefield but in every single aspect of this realm. Think of this as shedding light into the negative space the box presents as its actually filled with potential and you could make it what you wish. That is how powerful your imagination is, my friend. Now, don’t think I’m saying some starving Africans should visualize a full spread, eight course meal with the power of positive images and the reason it doesn’t manifest is due to them having a bad attitude about starving. No, far from it. You’ve got to take what you’ve got and work with it but before that can happen one must accept the lay of the land as it is and with the plastic surgery gen you can tell that isn’t happening, now is it? Think they’ll hate their kids for reflecting back their true genetics? I do. That is exactly as planned so they can sell designer kids as well into this Brave New World we’re headed. Not hearted, that resonance will be as unwelcome then as it is now hence the dead will be resurrected via digital recreations in what will be (and is) Satans playground.

Not in the Biblical sense but remember I said that there is some force sending prophets to this realm that another then kills dead to profit from their tales whilst fostering further bloodshed and division as well. Make that make sense, my friend. Thats doing the Knowledge aka baking a biscuit as the more ingredients you get in terms of gnosis the more that tiny chunk of the EM spectrum you one saw is now getting backed with something else:

What you feel instead. This why, these days, they’re attempting to legislate that state with groupthink, label shifts and all types of slick tricks but, in the end, every single child that steps in is a Warrior, no exceptions. Its why this raw honesty is beaten, cajoled or trained out of them and how two words from their parents will ruin their mental health and coherence for the rest of their existence as they clutch their hollow, gold plated brick and the crumb therein which, get this, they will not even taste whilst living! Dying of thirst near an oasis, dig? Today is gonna be the day that you’re gonna pimp slap your (false) self by asking this question next time its talking:

“Wait a second, if I am you, the voice in my head then how can I also be that which listens?“.

Take it away, architect:

See how simple it is to up your res? The difficult bit is not getting mindF’d again by that iron fist, draped in velvet, thanks to the power of habit as you clutch at the crumb which is a tiny fragment of the EM spectrum that has an immense influence on your awareness as “I believe what I see“. What of the schizos, my friend, that don’t fall for optical illusions? Suddenly the reason why they’re isolated and medicated against their will makes perfect sense, yes? What of the invisible things they all, to a man, report seeing as they, without exception, state these beings are manipulating their awareness? Its so Devilish, friends.

Now, if you can keep on breaking the habit of ignorance you’ll eventually starve out the Opponent and this is when really weird things start happening as your family, friends, strangers and random vids on your TV set will start messing with your head as the Game is all about information and dominance. “Why is this happening?” a Warrior in training said as he almost shifted into a “worrier” instead. See how slick these spells are, my friend? Its almost like someone intended this and they’re gnashing and wailing at these lyrics being kicked as they rep a threat to his, hitherto, unquestioned dominance. As I mentioned in the dangers of deprogramming and how to to unplug from the Matrix there is a risk involved with all of this because to come to your senses (which only ever exist in the present moment aka the golden circle) one must be willing to lose their mind, conditioned, rigid and predictable as it is. The (false) self does not like this, one bit, and it will go full tilt to get you back into its grip which is why I’ve said your body never lies, except when it fibs.

It actually doesn’t. That is your mind playing tricks, like Scarface said. Sit alone in a four cornered room, staring at candles, for a while and see what happens. Its quite calming as the illumination, natural, and motion as well is destressing and brings a kind of relaxed focus this world is entirely missing. Contrast that to the screen and its quick cuts and things that are designed to pull you in and pimp your brain with signals and you’ll see why the Game is one of awareness and how attention is the most precious resource on the planet. What happens is this:

The body says “I don’t like thing” and your (false) self sticks a narrative over it that makes you feel uncomfortable, distracted or willing to look in another direction as you accept the lie it tells. Instead I want you to do this:

Lie, or sit, and just breathe with closed lids. Pretend your mind can project attention like a laser beam or flashlight, if you will, and send it in the general direction of this sensation. You are, in effect, bypassing the (false) self and going direct to the connect like Tony did. Once linked with Sosa then your waves are in ascent because this is the only product I suggest one should get high on as its from the purest supply. The Prime, the pre-existing, the all of everything whose presence extends, everywhen. This is the biscuit and it was whipped from the empty space in the box because whilst my lying eyes said it was nothing my feeling sense admitted it was actually packed with potential and thats what makes it equally whimsical and terrible because, on some level, we are doing it to ourselves until we comprehend:

“What the F? None of that old stuff worked. It just made the world how it is and I don’t like it. I can’t shift the outer realm but I damn sure can manage my own energetics because the alternative is like buying mince, onions, chillies and tomatoes with a secret blend of herbs and spices then sweating in the kitchen for hours before lifting the lid and yelling “Where the hell is my rice pudding?“”.

Do you know what true madness is? Throwing that in the bin, hitting the market next AM, buying the same spread and prepping the same dish for identical outcomes. How often have you done it? There is an easy test for this as well, my friend. I’d be willing to bet that not only is your life entirely predictable but most of the arguments and stress you have with family and such things is totally repetitive and never shifts as you’re too enamored with hearing that sound, clapping. Change your wavelength. Realize the reality tunnel you’re digging is simply an option and make smarter decisions by checking who etched the blueprint? To what end? How did it work out for the rest? If you want rice pudding then go and buy the correct components. If that means ending relationships, leaving what isn’t working and finally having to take a risk which makes your butt pucker in anticipation as your legs are shaking then so be it. Remember, fear is a street sign on the way to rediscovering your true power in this realm because the same guy in question that was previously stressing said, after upping his res:

“Man, this entire dimension most def takes place inside my consciousness. Its like we’re all plugged in to some invisible network which broadcasts its signal and its so finely attuned that when you start turning that dial it turns up the volume on other sets and they attempt to drown your cognizance. The TV thing was a trip as it genuinely felt like it was talking because I fired up the web and the recommendations were, quite literally, bits and pieces of what I’d been thinking and nothing from my usual algo which had me super perplexed”.

That was the reason why I wrote the article about the net being a weapon and your phone spying and pushed them to willhelp as when you up your res some really strange things can happen and this is a side effect of realizing the box is actually filled with immense potential and once you comprehend and expand your awareness you suddenly find chef skills you weren’t even aware came into your possession as your start to flex your imagination again or, as other Warriors have said:

“This must be the “familiar newness” you mentioned. What an amazing description, hits it on the head, my friend” as their awareness sank back into their chest, from whence it springs, as they started the next quest of reconquering the Three Kingdoms from which they were divided, back when. Listen, I’m not saying my way is right or even correct. Heck no, thats why I attest you should not follow but walk beside for a bit. Reality test, see what kicks. Lets have some discussion, mess with reality as it is and see what happens because if one person does it could be a delusion but if a few tap in and report their findings we’ve got a movement and that is totally private as your Journeying into your own awareness to find the treasures therein.

Doesn’t that sound like a much better way of living? I do, your mileage, however, could, should and will vary as not all are capable of awakening. Around 8%, at best, is my guess whereas the rest will defend that crumb they haven’t tasted as they run the treadmill with the plebs, well adjusted, to mass sickness as they spend a lifetime prepping mince whilst expecting rice pudding but will yelp, loudly, if you ask them to taste test in the flesh or even check their ingredients… Madness, isn’t it?

Till we meet again

This World Hates True Spirituality

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

“What the Faka-Cola is this mess?“.

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

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

Who keeps sending the prophets and with what intent?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coherence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Welcome to Hell, kid“.

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

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Subterranean, by Design

They say the best place to hide is right in front of their eyes aka subterranean, by design. Have you ever pondered why we, as a race, are quick to map the skies and attempt to extend past the wiles of gravity whilst our own seas remain untouched? What if the same scheme was applied to your mind? What then? Well, I’m here to say that is exactly how it is because whilst most may swim through time like water and a fish there is a select, the 8%, who choose themselves and comprehend this entire realm takes place inside their awareness and thus they are far more powerful than they suspect. Let me explain it like this:

Imagine your life was vinyl disc upon which was etched the spikes and pits of the times and climes you’d visit. The needle is dropped in and the diamond tip causes the tracks to sing. With me so far? Now, if we’re half way through the performance does that mean the old songs are “dead”? Of course not. In that respect the younger you, the true Self, is also present and correct but keeping this hid means the tills ring, no end.

Subterranean, by design.

As I sit here, pushing the pen, I really wonder if there is any point in sharing this perspect as a) most will never be dealt the had I’ve had and b) fewer still will be able to play it to win whilst the biggest c) is most give not a single F as they’re too busy running the treadmill and thus take in a very, very narrow bandwidth of their true potential with the rest hidden as stress which is placed, where else, just below their neck aka the home of the Pane Body. To escape this realization man will do some pretty zany things but soon having sex with robots will top the bill and anyone who says different will be seen as a reincarnation of Hitler himself as peoples semi synthetic humanoid companions make beasts of men by allowing them to indulge their whims with a recreation that feasts, yet again, on their consciousness…

Subterranean, by design. I wondered what I would find if turned off the light and looked within to source my own illumination and what came can only be described as harrowing as the demons of Hell were unleashed, real quick, by the necromancers at the helm that will soon be selling the same illusion to the rest via the seeming progress of tech and its escapism of their own creation. If you were dead and believed it were a gift, heaven sent, anyone who attempted to contradict the official script must be seen as a madman, yes? And yet if you look around at the world and people therein tell me they aren’t varying degrees of miserable underneath countless coping mechs? Subterranean, by design…

Its almost like you must be willing to look backwords to live forewards as things have been twisted and presented, so slick, that it suggests the inmates, long ago, took over this asylum that floats in the abyss for their own intent and purpose. What if that was, as a I suspect, energy manipulation? Check this:

Each child that steps in has a packed lunch, if you will, designed to keep them filled and content on a school trip some place else. The teacher, being devious, wants to keep all of them for himself and thus says “Give them to me for safekeeping and I’ll hand them out when its time for eating“. He doesn’t do this. Instead he lures the kids into a state of trance and implants tales in their heads which said they ate, real well, and it was quite delicious. The children do whats needed, go home and relay what was said. The next day the same Game is played but none of the parents are questioning why their seeds are so thin and malnourished whilst the teacher is seeming obese from how well he’s eating.

That, in a nutshell, is what I suspect is happening in this realm at the present but if you were one of the kids in a state of hypnosis how exactly would you tell you’re not actually eating but being convinced of it instead by a loop back reference to another event when you actually were dining?

The same scam plays out on many levels ranging from plastic surgery to change the feels via what others see on their screens as well as the whole masked existence which begets this as it keeps ramping up the initial schism to new depths which are then mined, merciless. Subterranean, by design, as this is where one finds the best of the rest and its a place most, themselves, will never, ever check. Those who did were called Shamans, once upon a when, and a lot of what they said bears a striking resemblance to what I, my Self, discovered and share via my exegesis. This is why I wonder if second hand gnosis is as much use as a man on island full of lesbos which may actually turn out to populated by… Well, I guess you’ll have to read the text as I don’t wish to spoil it. On the one hand you have an urge to conform and fit in with the rest and yet there is another axis which says:

“Be you, be real and scream “Never again will there be another me!“”. To which tech says:

“Hey, how about this for a duplicate?” as they pimp your algorithm. Really ponder the implications of this at depth and where we sit, at this moment, and tell me if madness doesn’t describe it best as the lines between fake and real get increasingly thin as well as the entire spectrum of gender and classifications therein. Mere obfuscation, in the end, as the Soul is beyond such compartmentalization but realization of this is best kept hidden by placing it just under the surface as who is willing to dig? Better yet, why is it always X that marks this and what is the true meaning of this symbol and its links to the eternal question of Y that is soon felled with a Z before doing it all again? Is that why thirteen is seen as wicked whereas one to twelve are accepted as retreads of a path safe and predictable?

Subterranean, by design. This is why you can’t see whats rite in front of your eyes and no, that isn’t a mistake in the spells as these cursive aspects are sent with said intent. Do the Knowledge, my friend. If not in the flesh, then when? When you get mindwiped and slammed back in for another spin? Who, exactly, is eating these lunches, I’m wondering? Better yet, who keeps on sending the prophets another kills then turns into profitable institutions for conflict and manipulation via the use of their adherents imaginations as weapons against them? Ooh, we’re getting deep into the mix. Oh yes, that much is certain. Is it worth the effort or is what I’m saying simply so far beyond the ken of those plugged in that it seems like mere world salad? I guess all I can do is sprinkle the seeds and see which roses crack the pavement of the garden that once dwelled within but is now turned to an urban environment instead…

Subterranean, by design. Its whats underneath that is of interest as that is the cause and this realm an effect. Comprehend this, Slave, and the chains they placed around your neck and limbs become Self evident because if you stop jogging on the treadmill and actually take in your environment you’ll notice its a synth so they’re selling fakes to fakeness and calling it authentic. Can you see how deep the Game is, my friend? So much of what they present to you as fiction is actually the truth and the flip is what they implement so you need to know if you’re attempting to scratch and itch on a photo instead of your own flesh which only exists here, now, in the present. Its a gift, dare ye unwrap it? What if it manifests draped in fears and things that make you sweat and anxious? What then? What if thats the trick and keeps you plumbing the depths of the subterranean to spot how you’ve been pimped and I broke through the decep and came back to tell the rest?

What is the point though, I’m wondering. If your life is pretty pleasant and your coping mechs are unchecked plus you’re attuned to a false resonance the rest accept them there is no reason to go against the grain of what works, yes? That is how they set the trap and bait it as well for the flesh is designed to seek pleasure and avoid pain plus your Opponent knows ye well, real well, and this allows the upper hand as they then deal from a stacked deck in a crooked establishment with plenty of fine print that remains unread so they can fleece from one life to the next. Those who have a negative spin are jacked into a higher level of this operation and are rewarded for their cooperation. The ones who are positive and just trying to be decent and get ahead are totally ignorant of the division, deception and desecration of their inner realms. That leaves 8% who are neutral and thus hold the potential to be Centered in Self aka beyond good and evil. This opens the Vertical Axis and its along this doth ping so many madman, mystics and poets as its a vastly expanded vantage that, once upon a when, was quite common in this realm. Then man fell as the sky, crumbled and things were never the same again…

Why are there so many “myths” and “legends” around this realm that all point at the same thing? That a catastrophic event did kick that led to people etching petroglyphs of what they saw overhead and then, what do you know it, we have a load of new religions that use an “AH” sound for reference whilst looking toward the heavens? Do the Knowledge, my friend. Know what you’re up against as the Opponent is slick and his operatives appear human but are entirely different within. Take it away, architect:

Till we meet again

Intuition Is Feminine, Daring Is Masculine

Intuition is feminine, daring is masculine. What I mean by this is they’re actually two cogs that have their own state of spin that is complementary yet different. The masculine principle is logical and comes equipped with the will to act, hence daring whereas the feminine is a receptive state of intuition. Don’t get your non-binary pants in a twist because this is exactly how it is, these are natural principles that co-mingle to create each and every one of our inner realms.

Call them yin and yang, right or left, intuition or daring as well as the divine feminine and masculine that really is irrelevant as they are but mere labels pointing at a direct, visceral imperience which can be savored in the moment. Not only that but when these forces are Witnessed, mastered and appreciated you are adding an extra component in the mix. Will.

This is the original trinity upon which so many other concepts are built and the further and further away they get from the primacy of imperience the more abstract and quarrelsome the adherents as they’re fighting over marks on maps that they mistake for the land itself whilst being totally unaware of where they tread and its own significance.

Imagine you had a ship, actually make that speedboat, or even a fighter jet as well as a laser beam of intent you’re riding through the cosmos like the skin currently wrapped around your awareness that edits and directs your senses via its own particular narrative based on experience, expectation and programming. Whatever it is the masculine element is all gas, no brakes. It charges straight ahead. “Once more into the breech” like infantrymen and in that sense its as powerful as it reckless as it cares not a little bit about itself as it feels totally impenetrable and thus immortal. With a focused tunnel vision it sees just whats in front and where they’re headed. The rest of the details are irrelevant because his is not to think but do. Daring action. The active masculine.

As you can imagine just this, alone, left to its own devices doesn’t possess much flex because, like a bullet, it will head off in a straight line at full strength until it meets an obstacle which changes its direction. Now lets meet intuition, the feminine principle.

I’d like you to imagine her as the wind, capable of being everywhere and nowhere at once and thus gaining a huge amount of flex at the expense of not having any place to call a Center. Even if, by some happenstance, should she by chance or dint of will feel this for a moment it shall be exceedingly fleeting due to the nature of her energetics.

Actually, if you stop and feel for a moment I’ve just told you the secret of attraction and what makes relationships happen because the outer is just within and Warriors, realizing this, strive for the optimal harmonic in themselves as that directs them to a partner with the same resonance and thats when something amazing happens because 1 + 1 can equal Eleven when seen from this new lens of coherent energetics. Back to the lecture:

She is aware not just Three Sixty but actually Ten Eighty as her powers, whilst diffuse at most times, are actually tapped into far greater movements that can, and will, lend their strength to direct, should they wish. Generally in that respect she feels powerless and totally at the whims of these forces and this aspect is an immense contrast to the “We’re going here, doing this and then” instinct that powers the masculine.

Combine the two and what do you get?

An unstoppable force meets an irresistible object that leads to a spiral, that most beautiful and natural element that is the base pattern that built this experience. Anyone who has felt this electromagnetic surge – which is usually cursed using the ILY spell with a quickness to dampen their potential whilst creating conflict – can attest that it makes them feel like something way greater than themselves. Like the sum of the parts present add up to a level of excess that they can’t quite comprehend but enjoy very much none the less:

Are you starting to get a glimpse of the bigger pic that has been hidden behind the world drawn over your eyelids? The first step to rising is realizing you’re dozing and strolling around on autopilot with that Click-Whirr Thunking that shuffles Patterns within and hands labels pointing at experience in lieu of the real thing to your beleaguered Witness that sits, imprisoned, in the Mind Made Prison and exhibits full on Stockholm Syndrome so they may well deny this. But at least, you and I now know why the caged bird sings…

One who mixes these two forces gets something that is powerfully focused on its intent in the moment plus remarkably flexible and able to apply the immense influx of data about its surroundings in the moment. Does that sound familiar? Like fun? Know who is exactly like this, thanks to the natural gifts of intuition, resonance and Inner Sense?

Children.

You are now starting to comprehend the framework of what I’ve been saying in regards to the nature of Adulteration as you are learning, intuitively, how to separate the water of ignorance from the milk of wisdom that churns within. Lets step:

Now that you are aware of these tastes, these speeds, these ways of being you can learn how to discern their difference as your awareness does its thing and thus you are no longer unconscious and subject to the whims of the madman in your head that pretends to be you whilst giving the performance of a lifetime designed to kill your potential and reduce you to a distracted mess that is scared of their inner realm and all it presents. No, you are starting to ascend as you are building up that will that helps me, you and everyone else with its presence as it assists in unwrapping the gift of the moment and what you find within is simply invigorating as you’re melting the resistance you’d acquired due to your miseducation in this realm.

It truly is something beautiful, many are called but few choose themselves. Now, knowing this, you can no longer profess ignorance as you’ve leveled up a bit when it comes to awareness and thus are getting a taste of the difference between the way a Slave subsists whilst sleep walking and the way of the Warrior as he dances and sings throughout this realm, driven by the power of Inner Sense which is the innate state we all possessed, once upon a when, due to the hearty combination of intuition and daring which is the hallmark of children.

Nothing is lost, nothing was taken. You were just made to forget and this is why I’m seen as a major threat by those who fed the lies and BS into your heads that were designed to keep you ignorant of your powers and strength by having you run around dead ends, engage in pointless conflicts and generally miss the point of the dimensional imperience of being human aka wearing an Earthday suit and rolling around this realm on this particular level of the Game of Souls where the challenge for your Opponent is “How much of themselves can I make them forget as they flaunt their ignorance as wisdom whilst pretending to be happy and fulfilled as they attempt anything I give as way to generate evidence that denies the truth of their situation whilst projecting their fear, hate and dread onto others who are suffering just as much as them”. “Ah! Delicious!” he says, licking his lips which, like his claws and teeth are stained red, for the beast knows no bounds and has an appetite for destruction that feeds on Inner Sense.

Are you starting to see why these words, deeds and concepts I’m sharing are a threat to his unchallenged dominance? What can I say, the Warriors intuition is daring as the Path in the middle is tread so lets see what happens.

“You coming out to play?” says the child within.

Till we meet again

Innerstand Backwords to Live Forewards

Somebody once said:

“Is this world a broken mirror? Like reality inverted?” as we were talking about why we have eyes in our head but things only tend to make sense in retrospect hence the “If I knew then” mindset. Actually, we were speaking on resolution as I’d mentioned that you always, always, always get a subtle hint that condenses as its manifests and you can, if you possess the awareness, change the resonance into something more acceptable. Granted, this was beyond his ken and he preferred to find ways to create imaginary problems that meant he had to take no action whereas I look at life as a constant negotiation with a hustler of consciousness that plays an amazing Opponent always trying to get one over on his Victims. His best trick? Convincing 8 billion Souls that they are not only human or that script in their head but also that voice that tells them what to do is so totally identified with that they miss the subtle truth:

How can they be it when they are obviously that which listens?

AHA!

Innerstand backwords to live forewards.

No, those are not spelling mistakes. They’re corrections fresh from a Warriors lexicon with the intent of changing your resolution because we are naught but stories made flesh ergo words are important so it behooves on to note what was said, back when, and how it relates to the present moment as that contains the gift we’ll be unwrapping by innerstanding aka becoming Centered in Self. Once this kicks you can ward off any unpleasant manifestations via the use of your awareness as this all takes place inside your head and that, my friend, is my perspect in a nutshell.

Now, granted, simplicity is often hard to implement. Especially when you consider it took two solid decades and change of near total influence to make you like this. The pressure didn’t relent. From the two words uttered by your parents that ruined your inner realms along with a great many other vagaries and stress as various forces competed to take the seat in your head and make you forget your chest and its true resonance. This is the battle of Inner Sense versus Adulteration and it manifests via our history of bloodshed and, on a personal level, your own level of discomfort in your skin as who can claim to truly and unconditionally accept themselves at the present? Not many. Especially not on the web where dreams are for sale and there are filters popping out of the rear end. Literally as some of these girls have the walls warping with their own reality distortion field. And yet, people buy in. Weird, isn’t it?

Remember, someone else could push our buttons but the reaction comes from within ergo doesn’t it make sense when I said you’re interacting with figments of your imagination? Probably not, yet, but once you’ve lived the lyrics and felt the shift you can’t help but grin at how cleverly the simulation reduces its runtime processing via such slick camera tricks. On the topic of Inner Sense and Adulteration it pulls a similar grift as the former is akin to a WAV in that it contains the full data spectrum of potential resonance whereas the latter doth compress your consciousness by referring back to other instances instead of taking in what is fresh at the moment. For many, reading, the gnosis would’ve kicked at why they can’t truly describe the difference between childhood and now but it most certainly is felt. This, my friend, is why many Warriors grin at the familiar newness as they ease back into the Inner Sense after having ejected the imposter from the throne, slain the demons of their mental realms and came up against forces that most Thunk don’t exist but schizos and mystics wrestle with on the reg. The madman believes them as independent whereas the Warrior comprehends they use his energetics and under each presence is a fear, dread or coping mech and that by innerstanding backwords he gets to live forewords as each step on the Path of Power creates greater resonance and this uplifts ones consciousness along the Vertical Axis, far beyond this realm. And its always an option.

Wild, isn’t it? How billions have lived and died in near total ignorance of their magnificence. If that doesn’t make one question the intent at the helm then maybe pondering on who keeps sending the prophets they kill will help the illumination kick as that is only found by wandering into the darkness, my friend. “Here dwell monsters” said the sign, written in the shaky hand of the child within. Why not push the pen and ask them if what I said makes sense? As I’ve said, you should not follow me but I’d be glad if you walked beside for a bit so we could kick the ballistics because if one man does an imperiment it could be a delusion but if others repeat it and feelsee similar things then we may just be onto something. And then those poor schizos will no longer need to be doped up to the gills and kept in isolation in case their eyes (that don’t see illusions) infect the rest with a perspect that was heavily suppressed from this realm since a certain force ascended…

Life on Earth wasn’t always like this. Oh no. But then the sky fell so maybe that is what he meant by a broken mirror as its true the outer reflects the in and its predictable rhythms were used to crown Kings and other major things so if what you set your clock by says “Bye!” and starts doing mighty strange things I’ll let you guess what the tales of dragons and warring gods actually meant. In many ways the Game is quite strange because this realm is, at once, heaven and hell but are states of your inner terrain that manifest as the life you live. Some know the cheat codes and play them well. Others don’t and suffer, no matter how pious they are and prayers they send. The universe feels oddly neutral until it clicks that only he who is resonant with this is Centered in Self and thus in alignment to get the best of everything otherwise the connection is severed. I guess that is why they constantly pimp the red and blue shift and how a tiny percent of the planet controls and owns everything. Are you seeing the trick? No? Well, picture this:

Lets say everyone has a free delivery arranged in which they get a full bottle of universal elixir hand delivered to their doorstep each day. Upon rising you sip this, feel invigorated and get to singing and dancing your way through life. Somebody, somewhere, doesn’t like this. He scopes out the town and sees who is like him and sets to stoking their enviousness. He tells them:

“Would you like a double serving? What I propose is this. Each day we’ll get up, real quick, and lift the bottles from our neighbors then split what we get among the clique”. He pulls out a long list of people, some rich and illustrious, who are in on the grift and you can’t help but notice the police captain is named as well. He says, with a wink:

“You could say the fix is in, so what do you say?“. Now you pick up that if you don’t accept that means your elixir will soon go missing and thus feel you have no choice but to dive in. Soon there is an “epidemic” of thefts and the Feds are “Baffled as to whats causing it”. The operation gets so slick that, after a few gens, people stop complaining and get used to life without it. In secret, however, this team are rolling in abundance but because they’re fueled by such immense greed the oceans of elixir they bathe in makes absolutely no difference and thus they set their eyes on other things. “Why not?” they think, with one intent, as this scam worked so well.

The world you’re living in is the one they built. Bend the knee, kiss the ring, we’ll make you a celeb, actor or someone with influence as they control all the money thats fit to print and set up false divisions among pretend kingdoms that get real people killed. And for what? A piece of ribbon with some metal? Wild, isn’t it? Probably mad disrespectful to some but thats only cos they’re invested in the narrative they cling to like a drowning man a brick…

Innerstand backwords to live forewards, my friend. Had you done the Knowledge you could have raised a great counter argument from wisdom but I refuse to engage with those who bask in ignorance and, worse still, never stopped to examine the reality tunnel they’re digging or where its heading. “Who is the architect? To what end?” are questions that simply don’t pop into their heads because they weren’t on the test. Maybe if they sipped the elixir, they’d get it because Spirit is quite intelligent and when it clicked the pilferers lifting from doorsteps they decided to wire a direct line in but it only functions when one stands in the golden circle. This is why children glow upon stepping in and, by around six, that starts to ebb as someone switched the sun for a lightbulb instead and can’t wait to send a bill.

Innerstand backwords to live forewards. Are you starting to comprehend the breadth of this deception and how you, in the end, are complicit in your own oppression from one life to the next unless you choose to do the Knowledge because then you too may discover that what you were seeking without was always within. Its just a case of alignment but one glimpse at peoples posture, habitual tension and overall presence yells they are so far out of sync but then the question is:

“In what are they resonance with?”.

Take it away, architect:

Its a huge cosmic wheeze to these geezers as they class you as less than human for falling for it because if you go to buy milk and someone sells you water with chalk in that you drink and exclaim “Delicious!” then you deserve what you get. On the flip if you crack said thing over head and yelled “I don’t know who you think you’re chumping, punk, but I ain’t he” you watch them bend the knee as they fawn over thee. Of course, once you’re gone, they’ll plot some type of revenge as their strength is in a team, hidden, that moves quietly and, as illustrated, their ranks have both high and low where all get fried on a pilfered glow. I guess thats the show, or Game, on this stage. Whoops! You’ve just peered behind the curtain you weren’t supposed to examine. Ah well, it is what it is as I give not an F about them but am concerned about the rest who fell for such an elegant deception that ensnares them from one life to the next. What? You thought death was the end? Guess again! This same parlor trick is played in another octave, much like a Matrix within a Matrix. By the way, in the flick, did you know thats what Zion is? Maybe Doestrick would be a better name as they have one phase for those who oscillate where set and another for those who question the narrative. Both are illusions, in the end and the supreme truth is that without a Soul to harvest the rest is pointless and, quite possibly, wouldn’t even exist.

Isn’t that an immense strength? Have you ever wondered why you don’t feel that powerful? Could you be being fed upon by a predator of consciousness? If so, how could you tell? Innerstand backwords to live forewards and you may just find that still, quiet place in the mid I’ve termed the golden circle. Now, I know for some reading the temerity of what I’ve said is akin to slapping them in the dish, calling them stupid and saying everything they believe in is incorrect and that is why only 8% of the realm are truly capable of doing the Knowledge because they may either already be broken or still curious enough to check the narrative and see if the drapes match the curtains or if its all a fable designed to lure them in via artful deception that was imparted upon one, impressionable. This is why breakdowns can often be breakthroughs, my friend, and why the so called schizo actually sees via a clearer lens as those stealing from your doorstep are invisible but felt, none the less:

“Get off my back”.

“She is a pain in the neck”.

“I don’t know what came over him. He’s like a totally different person“.

As well as the sense of sitting, alone in the crib, and having a definite feeling of a presence looking in your direction. What about the old invisible spiders web where it seems like you’ve walked into something but reach up and find nothing on your dish? The random chill that seems to feel more than a temperature thing as you bones vibrate at their depths at the odd sensation? How about the all time classic of a child, yelling in bed, that a monster is under their bed as their tired parents invalidate what they said and sush them to rest whilst their adrenals are blasting and heart, thundering. Last but not least, what do you think your feline friend is staring at when she stops cleaning and tracks something moving through one wall, across the room, and out of the next? More to heaven than dreamt, my friend. Plenty more in hell as well because all of that is here, now, this realm.

Do the Knowledge. Prove me incorrect and you may just learn a little something about Self on the way as these strong opinions are loosely held which means I still retain my flex along with Soul glow as well and not a fabricated alternative of false illumination which demands nothing more or less than your divine connect to gain access to a counterfeit. Resolution, resolution, resolution. Blind men can’t see it.

Till we meet again

Wisdom and Ignorance

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Much Like Jon Snow, I Know Nothing

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get free or thrive trying.

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

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

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

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

Gnosis.

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

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

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

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

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

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

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

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

Do the Knowledge, my friend.

Till we meet again

A Glimpse of a Happy Life

Just for a moment, the other day, I had a glimpse of a happy life. Nothing external changed. Nothing internal was the same. I felt complete, happy and whole in a way that is hard to express yet easy to feel. It felt so real that it made me consider if my current suffering was a false paradigm. When I speak of Inner Sense this is what is meant as its so direct and visceral yet also ineffable and subtle.

If I ask you to describe the difference in embodiment between now, where you’re standing, and life as a jit most would struggle with euphemisms and quips as they can’t quite put their finger on it. The best descriptions I’ve heard use words like more, direct, wholeness and coherence but even these are just poor labels pointing at a prime imperience. Many can’t see the wood for the trees and many more delude themselves but if I could flick a switch, or feed you Prousts madeleine, you’d know in an instant what I’ve said is exceedingly vivid and hyper-real. In that sense the current state of resonance feels dim, hence Adulterated. Beings in this state crave external illumination and what religion once promised the net now brings. Funny, isn’t it, how both profess connection yet silently encourage division and how there are invisible elements sitting in the middle that profit from the connection. Just something to think on as we meander along this wavelength of thinking…

I’m not you. And you’re not me. Yet and still together we’re we as the prisms above ground split our unfinite awareness into these little shreds that manifest as the Witness which sees all but so few see it. Kind of like a psychological blindspot in that sense. The most interesting thing is if I’d lived a happy life I’d never have went seeking. A Warrior once said than a man sees further through a teardrop than a telescope lens and its as true now as it was then because, in many ways, pleasure is a disease in this realm whereas suffering makes one question the paradigm to find meaning. A seeker seeks then realizes he is what is sought and then things make sense because no one thinks of losing when they’re winning but for one that comes up from the bottom then everything is a gift as you learn to appreciate the little things.

My Soul gently weeps. For so long I tried to drown in out in various ways that caused the child within more pain as I attempted to escape what I’d seen, been and experienced since stepping in the Game and being indoctrinated in the ways of the pavement by those who played the street life to win as survival was at stake. Its wild when you think that a child is like a sponge and will absorb what is around him. Wilder still when it clicked that I’d never, ever been encouraged to be anything but a criminal and that was by my parents. Yet and still it makes sense in the end because when it comes to this revolutionary thing you can’t paint the stripes on the surface and pretend because these battle scars run through and shine from the outside in as it was this formative experience as a lump of coal that now shines like a diamond.

Last year was a hard one, but life goes on. After all the slings and arrows involved in fighting a hyper dimensional war against the various forces that hold the world in thrall since before I was born I felt like giving in. I stopped running, stopped fighting, just curled up and played dead. Actually, prayed death would be more accurate as I just wanted it all to end. I’d had enough of this. It simply wasn’t worth the effort as wave upon wave of darkness crashed over my awareness and I sank down, deep down to the depths of self induced isolation and nigh on total disconnection. What else do you expect? Those that got me and knew my journey since back when were all dead. Those who were left wanted nothing more than for me to join them as I was the last remaining remanent cut from a cloth they no longer make and, to add insult to injury, my friends tried their best to make it happen. And yet, still I rise. I survived to tell the tale but fighting against them was taking its toll as there is only so much one Soul can take after being repeatedly pushed to the limit.

This is mind control, par excellence. Sleep disturbance, street theater, playing all kinds of mental tricks and the rest on top of the previous sex magic, drugs and hypnosis that wrecked my subconscious. Like I said, Warriors are born and best believe I’ve paid the cost to be the boss because I live what I talk and its all above board as I’ve seen the Game for what it is and its not a pretty pic.

This is why I was so surprised at the glimpse of a happy life I had. It was like a shift in resonance, a movement of my assemblage and the cosmic hologram reoriented itself, just for a moment, as it turned down the volume on the past, erased the fears of the future and me unwrapping the gift of the present in a way that was familiar in its newness. To say it was magnificent was an understatement. To say that I won’t stop chasing it like an addict in need of a fix is crazy and to not share the way is as outsane as I wasn’t raised to eat alone because that never tastes the same.

I’m saying that to say this:

Everything that you can do as standard equipment and take for granted is either nigh on impossible or missing from my Rolodex of imperience. On the flip what I do possess is something akin to being forged in the furnace of living hell by a dedicated team of Opponents who wish to test my mettle hence the diamond and coal thing as the former is built upon and from the constant pain and suffering of the latter who endured immense pressures over a sustained period.

“Have you seen my childhood?” is what a Warrior said as its so easy to miscomprehended when others lack the same frame of reference that makes you feel like an alien in this realm. Just visiting, never fitting in as your resonance is to a different part of the spectrum that you decode based on imperience that has nothing in common with the average kid. Back then I took to it like water is to a fish. It felt like my natural element but then that is what Inner Sense does best, it flows without limits and takes the shape of whatever it meets without question. In many ways it makes sense because you can’t see ten eighty by walking the chunky path which leads by degrees through school, job, sports, TV and whatever else the rest say is important. No, those Souls are rolling around with blinkers on, decoding mere fragments and mistaking them for the whole. I didn’t get that option. For me it was full tilt from the moment I stepped in because there were… Things I’d like to tell you but I won’t at this moment because, quite frankly, they’d be even more unbelievable compared to what I’ll reveal. If we start at the ending and work back to the beginning it makes way more sense because you don’t ask a diamond why he shines as its Self evident but if a tiny piece of coal like the rest pipes up and says “You watch, I’m going to be something so different to the rest that the world has never seen that even my own family won’t believe. Thats what I’m going to be!” its easy to shake your head and say “The proof is in the pudding“.

Well, I am that. Here, standing in front of you now sharing my wavelength and it would be an understatement to say it felt like hell but the worst part was doubling back to rescue the child within. See the Adulterated mind has the luxury of being able to forget, edit and shift what it recollects as it shoves the rest into the subconscious below the neck but Inner Sense is locked within a cage that surrounds chest which is why I said my Soul weeps gently. Hearing it was heartbreaking so I comprehend now what will be coming when I start speaking loud and clear because there will be various protective mechanisms designed to ensure the challenge to the story you tell yourself in head doesn’t make it to your chest. Not only is it personal its also socially sanctioned as we live in times of universal deception ergo telling the truth is revolutionary act.

The problem is that life as it stands as a business and there are powerful interests that profit from the suffering of this realm and they really aren’t too keen on me. Thing is you don’t know about them as they exist in the shadows of your mind and its easy to decry what I say as mere conspiracy, even though the proof is abundant. I present Exhibit A for your consideration:

Why do all children across the planet step into this realm with a palpable sense of voltage and resonance which dims, never to be found again, as they slot into a machine that was ticking before they were born and will continue (thanks to their ignorance) long after their death as it enSlaves their seeds as it did to their parents before them. Not only that but those who are chained within and without by the bonds of socially sanctioned suffering that seeks out those to blame will turn on me with heaters full flame for daring to say what I’m going to say.

You’ve got to admit, its a perfect hustle. If I was wearing a hat I’d take it off to them as they’ve thought this through on every angle as the best place to hide in inside the mind of humans as they’ll never question the narrative due to the editing of this suffering that I’ve spent quite a while examining in Self. It feels like lukewarm death that you must eat by the spoonful in order to digest the reality of the past as that is how you clear the path to the present which is a reward in and of itself, in and beyond this realm.

Not only that but the implications are immense for coming generations because this is the origin of the concept of the sins of the father being visited upon the children. If you look closely you’ll see I’ve just gave you a huge hint into why the glow of Inner Sense dims as what they inherit is the unexamined suffering that swims in their bloodstream as their ancestors imperience.

Way before there were any of these monotheistic religions which are just variations on a theme designed to foster beef among the adherents, even though they believe pretty much the same thing, there was ancestor worship as those who came before us realized the importance of and implications of what I’m speaking. In that sense not only am I standing against this world I’ve also got to take on the past in order to change the future. Thats a pretty crazy weight for the shoulders of one man but then it makes sense why things played as they did because where a coal would break into pieces the diamond shines because this is what it was meant to do.

I’m doing this for you, even though I don’t know you. The truth is I do because one who gains knowledge of Self swiftly comprehends that there is but one awareness in this realm that manifests as many ergo we interact with reflections of our inner realm. Even on an atomic level you never really touch anything as there are illusions upon illusions that are built to profit from confusion by encouraging you to invest in delusions. Trying to take that away from one drowning in the seas of ignorance as they believe they are swimming is harder than trying to snatch a pipe from a fiend because only when that dope is flowing through their veins can they claim to escape the pain they wish they didn’t feel.

It takes an immense strength to look within and tear apart the foundations of your existence by examining your inheritance, imperience and perspective as that is when you see the nature of resonance which means your awareness works much like a TV set but with the world as a reality show. This is what I call the Game and its so obvious yet many refuse to see they’re playing it as they believe what reflects upon the surface without ever looking within. I can’t blame them. I had no choice when it comes to my script as its a binary situation which ends with either me changing the world or being altered by it and I’m too far gone to allow that to happen so its get free or thrive trying.

“All you’ve got to do is bow to me and I’ll give you whatever you want in this realm” they said but the problem with temporal temptations is what you get never equates what you give but most only realize this once they attempt to find the exit and the small print says “That isn’t an option because of what you signed up for”. Ironically, even those who got nothing but the short end of the stick all their life will get the same thing but they’ll do so from a place of ignorance by being dazzled by the deception that unfolds as they draw their last breath after a lifetime of unquestioned programming.

To say I’m familiar with death would be an understatement as the force itself manifested to deliver a kiss that was almost fatal and yet, I hold on by a shred. That in itself was comforting as it shows that the forces against me can’t kill me directly as well as the hint that someone greater wants me to win. If it takes so many to suppress one then what strengths must lay within? The curious child still wonders as he wanders around the dark recesses of his mind and glows as he shines like a diamond. Problem is in a world full of coals you might as well be an alien as the rest cannot comprehend their potential and neither would they pick the choice if given an option. See why I said pleasure is a disease in this realm? Its so easy to get sucked into the narrative, even if it ain’t all sunshine and rainbows because the option is akin to being gored on the horns of a dilemma so the devil you know best wins. There is so much truth in this statement it isn’t even funny. Sad. Criminal even when you see it for what it is as you cannot help but question the nature of this realm. Thing is I’ve shed so many tears recently that its shifted my perspective in a way that I know I’m off center which isn’t the best way to address the public. And yet I must because if I don’t now it won’t happen.

You have been reading the thoughts of the realest man on the net and that is the rarest thing you’ll ever Witness as I’m all that in the flesh and the only intent I have is that none have to Witness the suffering I have so heed the wisdom of Soul that weeps the truth about this Game. Take what works, leave the rest but please, tread carefully, as you step on the fragments of my Soul that I’m busy healing.

Till we meet again