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It matters not if you’re a butcher, baker or candlestick maker who wished she was smashing reels and living like the most socialist of medes. Everything is as its supposed to be. Now I know that, for you, these are mere words on a screen but for me, presently, this is a huge dose of reality as it stands, giving not a single, solitary F about my feels but, on the flip, wants to use them to feed the machine… Why? Well, I’m glad you asked:

I have said before that the Game is scripted, yes? Its not something I’ve went into in depth as most people simply cannot comprehend the scope of the message as the illusion is so vast that is escapes their attention but I created a nice, simple thought imperiment that can hammer home the sentiment:

Stop thinking about anything for ninety seconds.

If it truly was your brain, your life and all that it begets you should be able to do that, no problem. Nope. Doesn’t happen. There’s the hint, see if you can digest the bitter pill to unleash the sweetness within. Really ponder what kicks because a) the Game is mental and b) you currently have no control over whats in your head. What does that spell beyond flesh puppet, my friend? I know, it can be a terrifying realization but, on the flip, the negative assertions of Kemet that said “I ain’t done that, this or any of that mess” makes perfect sense as this head trip of a trick we call being human is a scheme within a dream that sells illusion as wisdom then throws some free gaslighting in with its own off brand type of hypnosis. What do I mean by this?

Everything is as its supposed to be.

Look, lets pretend you create a flatland type of thing on your desk. You create the characters and, lets say, you animate them as well so they start off small, grow big and then wilt and vanish. They, on that plane, call it life and death, correct? Taking it back to this realm what if you were stuck in a forest with no GPS trying to get to an oasis to quench that thirst within. High, overhead, there is a bird flying and, for it, the place you are destined is within its present even though, for thee, its a potential future that depends on your current action. Take both of these, mix together in your head and pretend what I reffed as life wearing flesh was seen instead from the Fifth dimension and suddenly the title of this topic makes absolutely perfect sense.

That means there are no wars, no problems and nothing to rail against which, if you stop and ponder it, makes absolutely zero sense because things in this realm don’t happen, they are made to kick which, once again, unleashes a torrent of confusion which can only lead to greater questions, yes? Man, what the F? Out of everything I’ve said on my spot in the web this one is probably the one that carries the highest depth and lowest weight as its ungrokkable via text, methinks. You’ve heard me ref the concept of swishing a teacup around the head of a land locked Bedouin who has never seen an ocean as a weak attempt at approximation well, this is that times ten as words simply cannot capture the ineffable and what I’ve just comprehended makes me wonder what on earth I’m doing this for? Why all the pain and suffering to come to this conclusion as I’ve been hunted from end to end whilst being punted by those I classed as friends along with a zillion and one other things that made the former coal glisten like a diamond – and for what? To come to the realization that everything is as its supposed to be?

The irony, it screams.

There was an old saying, from back when, that attests “Before enlightenment – eat, sleep, expel excrement. After? Eat, sleep, expel excrement” which says, in a nutshell, what I did. Its like being awake in the dream and Knowing, for certain, this is a character I inhabit at the moment who, for some reason is living out this precise script at this location of spacetime in this Game we all play using our Souls as credits. Difference is the rest accept what they get and the voice in their head tells them but I Know I’m not it but that which actually listens instead and upon this gnosis rests the perception of higher dimensions which bring us back to earth at this moment where I can say, for certain:

Everything is as its supposed to be.

Now its got me wondering. What if the point of this celestial production has naught to do with the outer realm which runs on rails but far more about what we click within? If that truly is the test how many pass or fail? Actually, forget about them, what about your life and lens? Doesn’t it explain, real well, why we keep running into the same type of events and people no matter where we’re at? How about the sync of such curious things that cause your attention to flare but most just yell “Coincidence!” as they keep on half stepping on the psychosocial treadmill? Is everything is as its supposed to be then am I supposed to be thinking like this, typing this message and coming to this realization at this precise moment? If thats the case then the attempts on my life make sense but the manips to influence and get me to sign up for club memberships don’t and this is where the choose your own adventure effect doth kick. If you weren’t an Eighties jit then you missed out, truly you did. If you too made a choice at a certain page then flicked ahead to live the lyrics you’d kick you would reflect, with a grin, about how those simple tricks of pretend free will and the metaphor of the desk bound people are intermingling in your subconscious which will spring forth its own genesis of gnosis using a special blend of herbs and spices served within a fresh and crisp dish of imagination.

Everything is as its supposed to be. The only thing that is or isn’t is the same as my only possession in this realm:

My reaction or to be more precise, my creation. What if the fact thats an anagram was a hint as its about having the correct components in the order thats the best? The other works but you’re being lead whilst the latter means you’re at the helm of the gestation which is, simply put, mind blowing, isn’t it?

I once read an ancient text that said “He who does nothing leaves nothing undone” and wrote it off, back when, as a load of BS and navel gazing, par excellence, but now it makes so much sense. It doesn’t mean sit on your rear end and wait for a savior to swoop in but, instead, get your garden in check, tidy out that old shed, make your house presentable and see what happens. You have, in effect, created a situation that is desirable to beget that which you wish to manifest and, ironically, you may just discover that which you were seeking was always present ergo everything is as its supposed to be – the trick is realizing this.

How can I be mad at anyone, anything or event that led to me possessing this most elusive brand of gnosis in the flesh at this moment? Do you comprehend what I’ve said or is it a complete waste of bandwidth because those who can will get it when they should without me doing a thing as its either part or or missing from their script. Ha! Like Strickland said “Slacker!”. But then why do schools, pray tell, hammer that “Sit still! Look ahead! Do well on the test or your parents will stress and withdraw their affection” BS or the rest of the programming tricks to get these humans bricks of living flesh to stand where they intend with mortar boards on their head? Man, I have a whole nother layer of questions now. Its like the flatland inhabitant of your desk came to your realm and saw a sphere but then took what you built to a higher level and met the hyper equivalent that was beyond your current comprehension. Isn’t that the ultimate aim? To surpass the one who laced the Game in your developing frame as nothing exceeds like excess hence the art of moderation attests that eating two spoons less keeps your body trim and generates an immense sense of appreciation for your consumption as opposed to binge watching a set whilst eating microwaved meals in a quest for synthetic feels that hide a near total lack of real via the allure of reels instead which is, in the end, part and parcel of the deception.

Everything is as its supposed to be. I don’t know if thats the same deal for ye as it is for me, currently, as we – in this funfair of the flesh – may be riding different attractions. Really ponder this, my friend, as I have just came to comprehend that whilst I was born, strapped in, to a rollercoaster that promises nothing but full belt acceleration with as many twists and turns as you can handle you, dear reader, may be engaged in a fair more staid and less complex type of situation like, for example, a funhouse or hall of mirrors style of thing in which your relative free will (compared to mine) is immense but still curtailed. That is the nature of the attraction, yes? Its made to be invisible, seem inevitable and, generally, those we are around and get along with are penned in to a similar construction. Failure to comprehend this leads to all types of problems as most people scream and yell when others don’t act as they expect when, in the end, everything is as intended hence let go, gain everything. Or everywhen, to be more exact.

Wow.

How can I be mad at anyone or anything for having gained this gnosis in the flesh and that on the hardest level as well. My gratitude and thanks to those who made this possible by all they did in the wings and via careful set dressing of theatrical deception as I now comprehend that the rollercoaster was built to loop around the entire attraction but it, like the kid at the desk creating a make believe Two D realm, is as invisible as water is to a fish or the really real world around this into which the Slave/Masters are tapped in and then there is me, stuck in the middle with thee, reading, as we rage against the machine in a quest for freedom beyond the illusion which, once again, is exactly as intended which means I’m just where I am supposed to be and this layer of onion peel is twisting my melon, man, as the above words attest because now everything makes less sense than it did which is great as everything is as its supposed to be.

You have just Witnessed a second hand increase in resolution shared via text. This is how it feels when that Two D thing leaps to the desk and takes in another realm with an added dimension then transcends that illusion as well because it asks “Wait a second. If the first set of limits seemed authentic until I stood, present but distant in the mid, then what happens if I try it again” as they and quantum leapt to beyond that frame of reference and let the info pour in as they create their reaction via assimilating the dataset via the tech they’re wearing which encodes this realm. This is, I suspect, what lead to an altercation, back when, because I believe the true teacher is he who makes the student excel beyond them but many prefer, instead, the old “I taught you everything you know… But not everything I know” routine which gets old, quick. Especially when they charge so much for access and constantly tempt with a carrot and stick routine, par excellence when, in the end, its nothing but a psychospiritual treadmill to sucker those in who think they’re above the rest…

If these words are a map of a place in in timespace then my intent with sharing them is to attune your inner GPS with their location so you too follow the syncs and things they sing about, bring em out, bring em out as you wander around that ghost house, waltzer or whatever else they thought would be enough to overload your senses and accept the script they send in, without questioning. On the rollercoaster you are quite isolated as they seat but one on each spin plus whilst some of the elements can be intense and terrifying there are, as needed, moments quiet and tranquil as they link together the bits. Its via the use of these I became Centered in Self and began to formulate this missive, back when, as this was the original genesis of the Game of Souls concept. Way before I’d ever seen a pixel or took apart a TV set as I suspected not all rides were equal but we all had tickets, nonetheless. It explains the allure of movies, books, plays and such things because we get to pretend we are riding in anothers attraction and thus there is an immense power in this which is why I call it entertrainment which leads us back, full circle, to the present as this reality check feels like I’ve just leapt up an octave as I look down at the other version of me still riding the coaster which he has no clue is but one of a myriad of options and this leads us onto the diamond tip in the record and it all makes perfect sense.

Well, it does to me. Know why? Because everything is as its supposed to be.

What? What did you expect? To lace you with something practical afore I dip, can you imagine that, right now, you simply stopped resisting and just accepted instead? Not with passive aggression or an ulterior motive. Cease wrestling the octopus as its built for this, has more limbs and needs to use you for your energetics to justify its existence.

To the people of flatland he who created their paper plane would be a god among them but, from our perspective, its just a kid with some crayons but if the same was said about what they worship they’d get mad and offended until they met, face to faceless, what the rebel mystic did and now more than ever I comprehend the importance of doing the Knowledge because had I did nothing, back when, would I have survived to this moment or gained this resolution and that unveils the grand contradiction because the only real reason everything is as its supposed to be is because I’ve done what needed to be done to make it happen and that, my friend, should show thee how the primacy of consciousness defines reality because if you can’t control your mind for a ninety second stretch then who (or what?) is actually at the helm of your sentience?

May the truth protect me in all ways, everywhen.

Till we meet again

If you pour water into a vase it takes the shape of what presents and thus its quite easy for one to become defined by the container versus the living element within, dig? Once upon a when I was talking to a schizophrenic and asking him about a comment he’d made earlier when his sister had come to visit him. In a rage he had yelled at her and said:

“You aren’t the equivalent of her excrement. Begone!“.

She looked embarrassed, shook her head, tried to reason with him and then realized this was a fools errand and promised to come back again to which he responded with more choice verbiage for this impostor that pretends to be his sibling. Thing is, for me, she was exactly who she claimed and thus its quite easy to be pulled into the standard Reality Tunnel that schizos are delusional and deserve to be doped up and locked away. I mentioned this to him later and he looked and me and said:

“Are you sure?”.

I replied in the affirmative. Before we progress lets backtrack a bit:

I have a superpower, if you will, in that no matter how badly a so called mad man may be hallucinating or disconnected from the reality that presents they always, ten out of ten, see me as me. No shifts, blips, edits or the rest. This, in turn, leads to an immense sense of confidence because not only do I rep something static in a world ever shifting but I also listen without prejudice, ask interesting questions and sometimes offer solutions. Like, for example, handing out milkshakes filled with immense amounts of B Vitamins. I’m talking huge chunks of the stuff so that you end up whizzing neon colors. Why? Because I’ve found them really, really effective at reigning in the negative symptoms and creating a sense of homeostasis that calms the consciousness of one presenting. This discovery, like most, was purely by accident back when and it produced such remarkable results that it really got me thinking. Back to the topic:

“Are you sure?”.

“Yes. It was her, for certain. The question is what the heck was happening in that head of yours to make you think like this. What did you envision?”.

“Well, it did sound like her. Thats what made me rage because I hated the disrespect that they’d try and pretend and get one over because the face was totally different. It wasn’t her. Not a chance. I don’t believe it. I would know my own sister when I see her so what the hell is happening?”.

I asked him to tell me more about these events and other times its happened. He stated it was quite common as he could look away for a second and with the next glimpse they’d switched. I told him to pay attention to the small details next time like rings, clothes and trinkets to see if they shifted. There is a very fascinating sense of empowerment that kicks with this because a) the so called crazies world view is validated and b) they are given tools to use and reality test what is happening plus c) they know the one asking will listen to what they said without judgement or fear of getting more pills as I am not a medical professional nor have I played one on your TV set. Switching to the real world (whatever that is) for a moment:

How many times have you heard:

“I don’t know what came over him?”.

“She’s a totally different person when she…”.

And similar comments? Plenty, yes? They say the thing with everyday miracles is they become invisible to one who is attuned to their presence and thus they never stop to think about the deeper implications. Well, I do and you may be surprised to discover exactly how all of this ties in to the conversation with a schizophrenic. See, as far as I can tell, you aren’t a person but are more accurately described as a people. What I mean by this is there are a multitude within but there is only one drivers seat at the helm and thus these versions of you fight among themselves to call the shots and say how its handled. They, in effect, control your reactions and each one has access to its own resources and inherent wavelength. Think about it:

You with your boss is different to the version the kids get and even then they see one without limits that rages and yells with a level of emotional freedom that is rarely seen any place else or by any other living being. Really ponder that and you may spot the shifts next time as they kick because there is, in between them, a state that remains present, static and quiet yet makes all possible:

The Witness.

What the dude in the bing ended up doing, once armed with this gnosis, was comprehending that the visual shift he was seeing was actually valid and correct as it reflected upon the mindset of the one presenting and thus he was actually decoding reality at a higher octave because for most, on the reg, the face remains the same whilst the brainwaves were shifted whereas he took that into account and the visage reconfigured based on resonance. Mind blowing implications, I know. Feel free to reality test. Better yet, you already have because there are times, ten out of ten, when your friend comes along smiling with a grin and you automatically intuit there is a problem they’re holding in and force them to spill the truth of whats happening.

That is the exact same process minus the visual overlay as your chest based resonance (aka Middle Kingdom) picked up the disparity between what was displayed on the screen and the reel playing in their head and this, my friend, is exactly what happened with said in patient as the day he met his sis she was stressed about other things and this caused the altered manifestation that led to him raging as he’d been looking forward to her visit and was most disappointed by the pretender that used her vocal tones but was not who she said. Now, the reason why I mention this is because this lack of awareness of Self is so widespread in this realm that its dearth of gnosis makes me suspect there is another player in the mix that wishes to keep this hid as its not in its best interests for Souls to Know the Ledge in this respect. Check:

I’ve had more than a few encounters with people who would class themselves as being elevated, spiritual or adepts of higher consciousness. Call it what you will but they’d either meditate at length, stretch and contort their flesh or do some occult things in order to expand their awareness. One thing I found common among them was a startling lack of awareness of Self as they would shift states, rage and wail with near total ignorance of what was actually happening and how their present moment state of resonance directly contradicts the engineered image they present. Each time that guy and his sis popped into my head as I listened to them rant and rave about something that should, technically, be beneath them and unable to cause such immense ripples in their consciousness. It wasn’t even times they were miffed as there the standard human tricks of blame, projection, acting like a bish, talking slick on someone else and a whole raft of moods I call low vibration they would display, now and then, that really made me class them as lipstick spirituals who skills don’t possess the depth they like to present. If anything it hints at how the (false) self is truly a slippery bish as I offended most of them with my line of questioning.

Whilst the schizo took to it like water and fish and couldn’t wait to reality test these pretenders took mucho offense at my comments. Some let their spleen vent which made me grin further still whilst others simply stopped talking to me which was gratefully accepted as fakeness is contagious and thus its best to keep your distance as whilst I may be blunt as a brick and smooth as one as well my intent isn’t to offend but I do like being direct and believe varnish should be kept for woodwork and such things as I like to be really clear with what I’ve said with no margin for misinterpretation. I guess thats what appeals to much to the inpatients as they knew exactly what they’d get, ten times out of ten, when we were talking. That and the empathic resonance as, quite often, when a madman starts moving his lips he’s already started the conversation in his head with your energetics to which you’ve responded before he starts talking and thus you need to be able to slide into the mood and move into his world before directing him someplace else because, in his mind, its all totally coherent and that brings us back to what I mentioned about Earth, quite possibly, being a floating insane asylum that the inmates took over, long ago, and normalized what was one life sentence in the flesh into a return event after a swift bit of mindwiping as the so called well adjusted accept a worldview that is so obvious sick and decrepit, without question, and those who go against the script are medicated to death in order to generate their silence.

Is the view conspiratorial? What about thinking there is something really, really wrong with the sketch and how people may not be what they present as dark forces are manifesting at the edges of your consciousness with evil intent that means harm and threat. Can you guess what happens next when you confide to someone else this is happening? Yep, you guessed it. Depot injection in the rear end, padded cell and lifelong doses of psychotropics.

Doesn’t that just validate, wholesale, the so called schizos perspective? Remember, you’re not paranoid if they truly are out to get you.

On the flip we have Buddha, for example, whose adventures in and beyond this realm attest to a lot of resonance with what countless madmen have said as they drown within the waters which he swims and this brings us to you, my friend, who is currently stuck in the mid of a rock and hard place whilst wearing flesh and almost totally oblivious to their complete lack of awareness of Self. That capital S makes a difference and its what I suspect the patients spotted in me, back when, before I’d even knew I’d develop it which, in turn, hints at their strange relationship with time which was wonderfully repped in the Twelve Monkeys series that hit a lot of it on the head when it comes to madness and whats truly happening but the craziest thing is we live in a realm where truth can only be presented as fiction because to accept what was said directly contradicts the bigger lie most live which, if you stop and think about it, is as outsane as you can get. Here’s a little imperiment you can try, if you wish:

If you can see it you don’t have to be it.

Just remember that. Try it when you are happy, delirious and grinning as well as sad, depressed and miserable. Create that space. Feelsee into the state called Witness and then learn to leverage it. Realize you aren’t the thoughts but that which watches and makes them possible with emotional investment in what they suggest and then take it to another level and comprehend you aren’t that voice which talks within but he who listens which loops nicely back to the start of the topic because whilst science may profess to be all that and this don’t you find it strange that nobody, ever, has stopped and said:

“Wait a minute. Every single one of these nutballs from Babylon to Timbuktu since now to back when always says exactly the same thing and that is that something outside of them is putting thoughts in their head“.

Aha! Could it be I’m correct and we, as a collective, are actually being fed upon by a predator of consciousness and the programming is so effective that 81% accept an off the peg equivalent whilst 11% get stitched up, good and proper, with some cheat codes and backlinks and that leaves the 8% of which I’m one, talking to madmen, who see a similar lay of the land as outlined in this missive and that generates more questions because if the method truly is scientific then why haven’t they clicked that the so called insane are correct and there is another player in the script that sits hidden in the mid and is pimping their awareness as well as the larger implications of what this means when carbon and silicon mix as well as some sprinkles from the whole fallen angels thing and the rest of the narrative for which there is but one statement that fits:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. The so called schizophrenic has at least enough awareness of Self to comprehend it.

Till we meet again

If you’re an Eighties jit you’ll recollect the Kerplunk Game that started this article. It is actually quite an accurate reflection of most folks inner realms. Yeah, they really are a mess. Its also why the old adage of not losing ones marbles is so accurate. See, the thin sticks are coping mechs and the tension they beget is the Pane Body that holds it all in check. Those little glass balls are isolated molecules of emotions, repressed and you, in reality, are none of the above and entirely something else that makes all possible. The Witness. Wrap your dome around that sketch and tell me if it makes sense as we talk about the dangers of deprogramming as well as some true to life examples.

Everybody knows somebody who went off the rails at some point, usually around the mid. They may have just walked out on family and kids as they bought a shiny whip and tried to relive what they initially missed or it could be even more dramatic as well. Most do not pick this option. They want to but are wound too tight and thus live lives of quiet desperation instead. Such are the dangers of being well adjusted to immense social sickness and never, ever thinking of questioning the narrative that made you like this. There is an upside though.

Most people are functionally broken. Meaning there are aspects that are skew-whiff but they have great coping mechs and family dynamics that hide the stench. A great example is if you’ve ever went to live with another fam at length. After a while, once everyone is comfortable with your presence you may note certain blips or ways of doing things different that make for entertaining conversation once you return to your own premises. The sad thing is your own are as invisible as water to a fish and this is where it gets interesting as people are so intermeshed with the story in their head that they literally Thunk it is them. How outsane can you get? Talk about the world being a stage. Well, my friend, this is your performance and most are all in a way so intense it will generate an encore presence whether or not they wanted it. Such is the power of attachment.

Now, I’m not saying one must totally disconnect from all and everything but that does happen and its when one has peered through this lens they comprehend that that which animates them is present in all the rest but hidden, at great depth, beneath immense layers of conditioning. I’ve used the metaphor before of a hand where the palm is divine and the fingers, emanations. Most are stuck on the nail they believe is an isolated island when, in the end, its dead matter extending at a base resonance. Those who have made the trip back to where they did spring cannot help but grin as they are, quite literally, one with everything. Don’t get me wrong, this funk has been faked by plenty to bilk millions of dividends as its a grand hustle for they’ll speak the lyrics but won’t share the methods. The reason, I suspect, is a lot of them don’t comprehend themselves and are simply acting. Its a stage, remember? Those who did were either killed, quick, or only spread fragments because such were the times in which conversations couldn’t be beamed around the world in an instant and played back on demand. We live in an interesting era, that is for certain but lets get back to the splinters of the mind that keep your marbles in check:

The tube, itself, can be said to rep your flesh which, below the neck, is actually your subconscious. In here is where the feeling happens and you keep an immense Rolodex of past events which act as a filter from which your brain, left hemisphere rules the Game, picks up about 8 bits and then strings them into a narrative. This is akin to a top being put on the tube and you think you’re the flat circle and thus miss what truly kicks. Now, the so called schizophrenics awareness shoots between the marble, the lid, the sticks and Witness as well all the other realms and dimensions. The mystic Warrior, on the flip, swims where he drowns instead but it highlights well the dangers of deprogramming because everyone I ever met that cracked their melon always had two things in common:

One, they smoked a lot of cigarettes and two they had a difficult upbringing, usually in relationship to the woman that bought them in. It doesn’t take a genius to draw the base level link of time on the tit and what they place between their lips but the resonance is far more subtle and delicate as the nicotine hit activates parts of the brain usually used in dreaming which offers and immense hit into this mass hallucination which intends to drive your mind down to the lowest vibration and keep it tamped in with a intense tension to which you pay no attention and, in the process, become Adulterated. As a child there are no sticks and no marbles either. Even the tube itself is ephemeral. Much like the madman the baby flits between these realms before it locks in and this is why kids say the darnedest things like spontaneous recollections of past lives with different parents or mentioning events that happened before they dropped in. Once again, this is very, very common but few stop to reflect on the true meaning. Now, at some point these kids will be broken and the first splinter pierces in to suspend a marble filled with suppressed emotion. The universal command of “Stop crying” is enough to damage what is so delicate and then the blueprint is etched as they’ll match the resonance which keeps on collecting. I mean, how, exactly, does one stop tears flowing? Trace that back a bit and you’ll realize it all works on the suppression and denial of natural emotions at the hands of caregivers that are numb themselves and thus can’t comprehend how precious a child is. This is also the reason why they often regret losing their temper which is too little, too late as the splinter is now wedged in and the kid learns a state of (false) self regulation which the concentration camp wing of the System does fully pimp by telling them to sit still, look ahead and do well on the test or their parents will withdraw their affection and or hand out punishment. It truly is sick and yet so few see it.

Some people have deprogrammed at random. Often at times of immense stress like an unexpected death, strange turn of events or immense betrayal which shakes their tube, splinters and marbles so they all escape out of the other end. I’ll let them tell:

“I’d had enough of arguing with her. Really I had. I could not, for the life of me, ponder why we fought so much when I lxve her more than anything in this realm. I went and lay down on the bed and requested, with pure intent, for the man upstairs to strike me dead rather than have another argument. What happened next is ineffable as it felt like I blinked out of existence and was in a vast nothingness. I felt pleasant, serene and content. It was only then I thought “I wish my wife could see this” and recollected the events that led to this meeting. Later I’d find I’d had a cardiac arrest and it was her anguished yells from the side of my bed that bought me back to consciousness in a hospital and, from then on, things were very different as it felt like the dirty cloth of consciousness inside my head had been washed fresh and its just like you said with the marbles and sticks as those old behaviors and arguments just vanished, with a click”.

Now, not everyone is as fortunate. You could say that event was in his script and it all played out as intended as it revealed the secret point of conflict but the truth of the matter is the above can happen in smaller scales as well as there are plenty who have tripped on MDMA in a cabin and then filed for a divorce with smoothness and truly wished each other the best then went on to find happiness with someone else. Actually, that is a pretty amazing way of safely pulling out the splints without wrecking the marbles as it makes them more elastic and readily felt plus the feeling of resonance it brings under the influence can do some powerful things. No wonder they outlawed it so they could sell worthless talks instead… Many couples will argue, usually about the same thing, and never stop to peer beneath the surface. In this case the man had, quite literally, had enough and would rather choose death than bring stress to his object of affection and when she clicked what she’d miss it, in turn, changed her awareness so they now live in relative bliss as they exorcised old demons from their heads.

If you don’t get it correct or mess up one of the steps then its pretty much certain you’ll flip your lid as the inner realms are verboten in this world of computer chips. The ancients Knew all about this and had rites and rituals, preset, to ensure the best mental health for their tribe and members. In comparison we are increasingly isolated, under pressures that are immense and living in environments as unnatural as you can get with near constant stimulation, endless options and other things which are designed to farm your emotions and energetics whilst keeping you in low resonance. The Game of Souls has you, my friend. One must be willing to lose their conditioned mind to come to their present sense and, for many, this is a fate worse than death. Thankfully one of the safest and best steps one can take is bouncing as mentioned in this article. Start with nine minutes, working your way up to forty five in increments. I’m quite certain that when this kicks you’ll find huge changes in your awareness especially if you add in the part of staying extremely still and noticing your inner realms. This is body language and its always talking. To the Adulterated the very concept fills them with stress even though the process is simple. Did you know they ran an experiment in which they took a pro athlete and had him do whatever a little boy did? All he had to do was mimic his movements and energetics but this peak of genetic excellence was drained way before the child was even in full swing. Draw your own conclusions because, for me, its proof positive that something hidden that most don’t suspect is doing some strange things with their embodiment for reasons they don’t comprehend.

Once again, those handy, dandy schizophrenics – to a man – all say the same thing. Strange, isn’t it? Maybe you are being fed upon by a predator of consciousness? This is why the Warrior advocates the importance of reprogramming because he clicks that if what was in his head worked well then his life would be perfect. Well, is it? Most will admit this is not the case but the next steps scare them and thus they’ll get comfortable with the Devil they know best aka that voice in their head they Thunk is them. Oh, there are levels and rules to this Game. That is for certain. This I can personally attest because some really, really strange things start happening when one expands their consciousness and I now get why, back when, this was done in secluded settings with the correct guidance and support systems because it definitely feels like your mind is blowing in the wind and thats when things can get quite chaotic. Especially if you comprehend the shadows depth and there are higher dimensional forces making their presence felt because when one shakes off their conditioning they become a threat to that realm as we are, in the end, a food source for them. Granted, that may be a bridge too far for many but thats why I encourage you to reality test because someone, somewhen, made the Game like this and when you have stress and tension as opposed to Inner Sense where else do you think that voltage dips as you’re busy running the treadmill and ticking off the Supposed To boxes they told you were needed?

Till we meet again

How could you tell if you were being mind controlled? Really ponder this at depth before continuing the text as its something that lies at the very heart of being human and the entire wearing flesh, walking round a planet imperience. Now, granted, a lot of people dare not tread at this depth when it comes to Self awareness as that way lies madness but, interestingly, right here is pretty crazy as well. Thats the trick. What if instead of a may tricks it was called a “Does trick” instead? As in its already happened and generated a singular version you accept as the (false) self? Thats when things get real interesting and quick:

“I don’t know what came over me!” he said. She replies:

“He’s a totally different person sometimes” as well as other odd blips that offer hints at that fact that man lives reading scripts penned by a voice in his head and this then build a masked experience which, for him within, is identical as he can’t see the shifts. Another way of repping this is imagining you were drinking from a glass that became a shot, pint and teacup, seamlessly. Obviously there would be differences in overspill or a cup barely filled that you may choose to notice or ignore, if you wish, but generally the box of “Holder of liquid” and “Content” would be ticked and thus most would have no need to examine what is happening. That, my friend, is the life of the 81% aka Slave which describes them best as they accept what they sell with no questioning or facts checked.

Welcome to the wacky world of mind control and the Matrix because the ultimate power is being able to define reality and have others react to it. Really ponder this, at depth, and you may just spot the Emperor is actually undressed in the sketch beyond what you’re projecting.

This is why I’ve used the meta of upping your res and battling ignorance for when the third half of the Game comes into focus one can’t help but question how ridiculous this all is when seen without the forced lens that many call “being human”. Lets run it back a bit:

If I said that abortion clinics are actually engaged in child sacrifice rituals most would shake their heads and say its incorrect as they offer a needed service in this realm which prevents the suffering and neglect of a baby manifesting in to the hands of parents who couldn’t sustain it. And yet, what if Molochs bull was the same thing and people tipped their screaming kids into its firey fist for the same reasons? The only difference between these two perspects? Mind control aka the story in your head.

Most people are not willing to check it as they’re too busy running the treadmill and checking off the boxes they’re supposed to tick because Simon Says was hammered into their awareness as the way to success, back when. Did you know that a babies brainwaves sync in with the Adulterated versions when in a state of of advanced hypnosis? Really ponder the implications of this as well as the potential of the brain to create its own imaginary realms that seem quite solid and realistic until you realize you’re a kip and tell me if that maybe, just maybe, happening right now at this very instance? Well, if it were – would you like to Know or would you be content to remain jacked in to the house that Jill built and then sends you bills to live in? Like I said, the implications are big. Notorious, even. Lets have a moment of silence for the Twin Towers of hip-hop, fallen. Do the Knowledge.

Mind control and the Matrix is such a thing that requires constant refreshment and plenty of bloodshed to ensure those born every minute say tuned in to the same time, same station they’re broadcasting. “Who’s they? One or many?” the witty inquisitive states as we all laugh at the pronoun Game which paves the way to saying “No, these synthetic human robo pleasurebots are equal and identical to those made of carbon and if you don’t accept you’re a bigot thats worse than Hitler himself”. Thats how you boil frogs in the kitchen, my friend. If you were under a spell would you like to awaken? If you did would you question the intent of he who wove it so well? What of the life you were supposed to live before falling into his grip thanks to your parents who are products of inherited ignorance and none of them ever stopped to examine the things I’m pointing? What then? To many the very idea of examining sacred cows is abhorrent. They’d rather polish them and sit in their reflected glory from a distance as they look at a rich heritage and say “Me, I am this” with a grin for having a group that accepts them as in and validates their worldview as present and correct. Just like everyone else. Even the infidels…

Ironic, isn’t it? And yet, in the middle of the Yan and Ying, we find a still point that causes everything to spin. I call it the Psylense. Can you hear it? In the end, you are it, my friend. Its what gets shown the trick of being human as it listens to the voice in your head that pretends to be it and sells its suggestions. It is also constant from one life to the next, asleep or in bed. Its a fractal fragment of the all of everything and without it this realm wouldn’t exist as a tree that falls with no Witness to listen is but a potential wavelength. Can you comprehend how immense your power is? Its like being given a holophone piece of tech and flashing Nokia brick firmware instead then wondering why Snake is the best you get as you text message, like a pleb. Say, what if that was the entire reason for the mind control? What then? What if the agents, aliens or call them what you will actually looked human but were connected to something else? Would they appear as fallen angels? Tempted by the flesh and beauty of the women beneath them as they broke their covenant and let the seed mix to create a hybrid race that was quite different? In that case we’d have three types of people walking the planet. I wonder how those ratios would sit?

81/11/8. Get in where you fit in. What if the majority had no heart or brain, just like Zardoz said, whilst the 11 came strapped with super domes and loads of tech but a cavity in their chest whilst the double Oh Neg stepped in as something else entirely as they thought and felt whilst ascending beyond this realm but no class ever taught them how to use their strength or illumined why they didn’t fit in? Better yet what if that tale was MK itself and what truly kicked is that everyone, once upon a when, had the keys to their Kingdom and it was due to the effects of these interlopers of awareness that caused mans light to dim as they became strangers to Self? What then? If that was the case, would you like to Know or would you be content to remain plugged in to the illusion they built? If this slightly paranoid sketch was correct you can imagine there is no length they wouldn’t go to to keep things secret and the amazing thing about their team is they’re born to mislead so they would happily lie, cheat and steal from those they feel are beneath as, with them, greed is the main thing for they lack that Prime connection and thus covet it from the rest who know not what they possess and thus suffer in ignorance. Do the Knowledge, tell me I’m lying or if the pieces fit because even this is but a working hypothesis which is open to revision based on new data pouring in as I can tell when the cup I drink from doth switch but the water remains constant and after a few lifetimes of mapping this and other interesting things I came to the realizations I’m sharing at a time the Game needs them.

If I had to guess, in this hypothetical situation and thought imperiment, I’d say the 8% who came strapped with the original resonance would be attacked, real quick, and turned out as either living weapons used to suppress the rest via the inversion of their awareness or strapped in to straight jackets in mental asylums as well the rest who float and drift on the buzz of drugs which the rest happily sell to them as any Warrior that remains ignorant of the true sketch is a win for them as they’re in the biz of Soul management. Suddenly the term “Human Resources” starts to make more sense. Tell me, my friend, are you a free range or battery person? Running an iron maze or sitting in a golden cage? What would you pick? If what I’ve said isn’t correct why are so many of your so called rich and powerful actually miserable and chock full of coping mechs beneath the image they sell? Could it be they’re beholden to a force which decides who sits where on the pyramid of public perception and, in exchange for cooperation, they get to play a role on the stage of this immense Game we partake by inserting our Souls as credits to wear the flesh for a spin? What if their influence extended beyond this and the enemies of humanity as detailed by various scripts were actually them, outside the realm, and explained, real well, why the world is how it is for they need to be fed due to what they’re lacking and thus they sit like fishermen on the pier and pick at humans that swim in the timestream, invisible, until the one they had on the hook but got away kicks the Knowledge to those capable of hearing him on FM, thats the 8%, as they decode the resonance he sends as they too wonder the same things because the world seems outsane as it is and they’ve always felt like they don’t belong in this realm as little makes sense but most blindly accept the mind control the Matrix sells as its so effective…

Till we meet again

Remember what you’ve been made to forget:

We, as a fractured people, truly believe that we can beat, treat or cajole righteousness into somebody. That makes about as much sense as placing a dogs tail in a metal tube to straighten it because the moment its free from its grip it will be what nature intended. The thing is we are inherently good, hence Inner Sense, but life warps this and then attempts to place a false morality and hypocrisy over the shreds and from these pieces people try and weave a coherent narrative. Well, you don’t have to be a genius to spot how this has failed at every curve and can’t handle the straits as well. So what use it? In a grander lens, what does it serve? Well, that, my friend, is truly mind blowing in its implication and scope. Granted I’ve flat out said that man is being fed on by a predator of consciousness along with asking who is sending the prophets as I ask you to examine the bigger pic because if it was peaches and cream in this realm what would be the need of this? They say when lies run high the truth makes many feel allergic and this is akin to pretending Jesus were to descend, this moment.

Half wouldn’t believe, the other half would be mad about the color of his skin and the remaining half would call him the Devil and try and kill him again. After this they’d piece together a narrative and sit their waiting for their savior to present so they could do it all again. Tell me I’m lying or does that seem probable? For those who pick up on my strange turn of mathematics, comprehend that one of the greatest truths about this realm is there is that which you know you know, the other which you know you don’t and then there is lands which I’ve roamed which is what you don’t know you don’t know hence its a Game of three halves, my friend.

As I write this life finds me at a strange mindset. I feel like I’m on the verge of something big and yet also totally disconnected in the same instance with a heady mix of fear and confidence that swelled when I laid my Soul bare in this vid as that did not go anywhere near what I’d intended but the heart does as it wishes and cares not of consequences for it exists in the present and Knows its immortal beyond the Three dimensional shell it uses to interface with this realm. One one hand I should feel anger for what was done and the various things that kicked but, on the flip, I comprehend that there is no way in hell I’d come to this resonance without said events ergo they all did me a solid even if the intent was something else. Can you imagine how it feels to live this? If this the true resurrection of Inner Sense where what was once divided and conquered is now unified and whole again? Methinks it maybe as it hints that the global collective is going to be afforded an opportunity to shift into a higher resonance of which many will not comprehend doesn’t need silicon but does ask one is willing to look within and embrace the pain to win the Game by reparenting the child who dwells in a living hell of ignorance. I say all of that to state this:

You cannot condition true goodness. Especially not in the above sits because nobody wants to address the true cause of the problem or see how its broken on purpose and the threat of this to their little concepts is enough to send death to one who dares suggest the Emperor is naked. And yet, there he is. Without a thread or stitch beyond the illusion woven in your head by a bunch of wordsmiths who pull huge confidence tricks on the planet and their own members as well. Turtles all the way down and serpents replicate in the ascent. Its a wild world, lady.

Imagine you’d spent your whole life lumbering around under an armor that was so subtle yet dense you thought it was your skin. You didn’t question it as everyone else accepted it. At first, when getting measured, you detested the requirements of sitting still and looking ahead but when your parents sensed you were becoming like them and tailor sent his report card that said you did well you felt your heart swell but soon that pressed up against a cage but the wordsmiths edited this as they struck it from the record and soon this second skin fit so well that you couldn’t imagine life without the presence of the voice in your head telling you how to interpret your energetics.

Lets pretend that, one day, you rose and it was all missing.

As water takes the shape of what its poured in this can be quite the shift in awareness as what was once dense is now flowing. Some may flip their lids, others take to it like water and fish whilst a handful need to Know what kicked and the grander implications. You, literally, leap out of bed as the sheer amount of effort needed to move the old shell is a force of habit and you can’t help but note the spring in your step. You automatically belt a song from your chest when bathing in the AM and notice it feels so amazing that you wonder why you’d held it in? Almost immediately the rest, who are clanging, start complaining about your presence and how you’ve changed, are not the same and making them feel quite strange. You, on the other hand, are aghast at the rusted suits of armor they’re wearing and when you bang on them they don’t feel a thing but your fingers ring and start aching.

“What the hell is happening?” you’re wondering as you step out into the realm and nothing is the same again.

What would you do next, my friend? Run for the hills and live your life out in your element away from the madness that, somehow, relented its grip to gift you freedom or would you try and speak to the rest, reverse engineer your steps and ponder the bigger pic whilst living in the midst of madness? Well, that is what I’m wondering because as was hinted in the article about fixing your own problems and not the worlds I’ve came to see the inherent wisdom within that came from that meeting and conversations with another part of me as he was one hundred percent correct. By the way, time is not static. The you that was a child is still as alive in the moment as you at the present and that, once comprehended, is totally mind bending because what exists can never end and that brings its own implications about wearing flesh which I genuinely don’t feel like typing as its so far beyond the comprehension of those plugged in to a false paradigm and in near total denial about being fed upon by a predator of consciousness that dwells in their head and pretends to be them. Ha! Looks like every single schizo, ever, was correct. It not an apology could you at least reduce their meds as they’re simply misfiring mystics who picked the lock on the doors of perception and then found themselves assailed by spiritual traveling salesmen with a high pressure sell they interpret as hallucination. That too is a far deeper topic that offers a hint about the nature of this realm and how death isn’t the end. Well, it isn’t unless you end up in the grip of a handy, dandy black magician that may or may not run this bish but that, again, is of higher resolution.

“What is the point?” he wondered. “If they were to get it they would and if they don’t they won’t so why even kick it to them?”. “On the flip” he added “If you were they and another figured it you’d want to know and thus reality test so if they’re naught but figments of your imagination then you owe it to them”. A long time ago, that feels like many lifetimes as I type this, I was faced with a similar predicament.

It was not long after the integration of my near death experience. Life had always been pretty intense and lived on the edge but that took it to another level and it was when I was learning to stitch together the fragments of my exploded consciousness and the rudiments of navigating other realms that I was offered a small island at a price, affordable. I know that sounds pretty lavish but there really was nothing on it and you could walk from end to end in ten minutes. What it did provide, however, was great weather and total isolation. Given, in retrospect, what was going on around me back then I can see why my Soul was yearning for this external disconnection so we could rejoin within as its a noiZ and Psylense thing. Just at the moment when I was contemplating said thing on the pavement with a friend this junkie rolled up for a fix and, overhearing the convo, chipped in with:

“Whats the point in you having the voltage and then walking away to an island and hiding? Fat lot of good it did us in the end. You may as well have not came to this realm” before wobbling away down the strip with his hit in his fist. We live inside a fractal. Built of consciousness. You are the only playa in the Game interacting with figments of your own imagination. In that respect, if we break the code, we have a man who chooses to escape reality into the clutches of addiction that creates a fake place so he doesn’t have to face what his life truly is. To me that meant the island was not an option. At least, not yet, as whilst I may not be banging dope in my veins I still sought the same escape ergo I needed to keep putting the work in instead. This I did.

Now, on the flip, I’ve had so much isolation that I’ve became a sort of expert in Self and thats pretty amazing but its only when you look back and note the hill you climbed by putting one foot in front of the next is actually an immense mountain that you wonder “What the F? Nobody else is ever, ever going to do this even if it meant they’d find all they were seeking and more than they’d comprehend in the Valley of the Plebs”. What would you do in this situation? On one side I have higher dimensional things that have a slick operation they don’t want upended, inspected or even mentioned in polite conversation and on the other we have their food that is so hooked on what it consumes that anyone who contradicts the script must be the Devil himself. What would you do in this situation? Its like taking off your armor, feeling the sun on your skin and then grinning as you recollect how nice it felt to live in a state of abundance and not be running the treadmill to chase a load of useless trinkets and the validation of others as you lie to your Self that you’re not hurting.

Truly, how can I hate those who granted me this gnosis? I can’t really. Good job as well because any form of attachment, pos or neg, sticks you back on the wheel of time again with a fresh reskin and mindwipe kicked in for another spin because you’re asking for it. That doesn’t mean you’re numb. Far from, you’re actually feeling because enlightenment is escaping this realm by reclaiming what came in but compassion is stepping back into the breach to help the rest, suffering. But what if they give no Fs, are perfectly prepped (like frogs in a kitchen) and can’t wait to a put a chip in their head and connect to the always on web but before that kicks they’ll have sex with silicon semi synthetic life companions to assuage the immense loneliness and desire to connect with one who comprehends and listens to their thoughts as they nod their head and approximate consciousness with lights that flash but no Soul within. In many ways the conditioning is so successful that people are already machines but operating under the guise of being human and if that isn’t the greatest trick then I don’t know what is as they walk around wearing these tough shells due to the pain they’ve lived and felt but never stopped to examine or check as that same BS can be placed on fertile ground instead as you come up smelling of roses…

You cannot condition true goodness because its who we are before we were broken. What comes after is, like a sex robot, a cheap imitation but I can’t cast aspersions or judgment on one thats hurting and uses whatever form of assistance they can get to feel a little pleasure in their system, yes? Its not for me though as I like my product raw and unstepped ergo the best dealer is within hence the “most high” epithet. Did you know you can approximate, real well, the effects of an LSD trip by hyperventilating for forty five minutes? How about stepping into a place that is totally dark, in full isolation, for an extended session as you watch the DMT belting. The difference is what comes from within requires you actually do something beyond scoring a fix and its that Journey, in the end, that tells you far more than the destination as most who engage simply take pleasure trips to a place that fools them into thinking they’re doing something but they can’t get there without the assist which makes it nigh on useless because when death calls in your mortal frame and you roll up at spiritual immigrations with your claim the ticket you need ain’t been built as thats the Diamond Body of legend which is such a fascinating topic that I’ll really have to speak on it as the point of all of this is it feels like I’ve gave birth to my Self and that is so liberatingly intense with an increasingly subtle undercurrent that I could just be set adrift on its bliss as each moment is a gift now that I’ve unwrapped the present.

And to think, if I’d ran for the hills and bought my island I probably wouldn’t be this version of my Self. I wonder if I’d be better, worse or indifferent? Does it matter in the end what the map says if the destination is identical? Will those who are going to make it get there anyway without my help or ref and those that won’t simply can’t comprehend ergo I may as well be singing for the deaf whilst dancing in front of the blinded? The jungle creed says the strongest feed on any prey it can and at every feast I was branded beast before I ever became a man and now, on the crest of this realization, the comprehension kicks in that my emancipation was inevitable as I was always aware, on some level, that I’m immortal. Did I actually do anything? Was there actually any danger present or is it all scripted so well that we believe we have free will when hyper dimensional perception suggests thats impossible as that brings more questions and here we are again as me and the child within that was liberated from the grip of the Pane Body that held its yelps and suffering are, once again, looking out at this realm as well as the one within and spotting all kinds of syncs and things that leave us pondering and wondering because each answer brings not satisfaction but greater resonance with better questioning that keeps on looping its refinement until the true meaning of alchemist is laid bare for we are a fallen people playing an exceedingly strange Game in which we place our Souls as credits to get the skin needed to interact with this dimension which is filled with a load of teachings, statements and observations that swim within from the external aspects that are then placed, unchecked, as cows, sacred that then influence the rest of our comprehension until, one day, you awaken from the trance and find the second skin missing and start singing and dancing with the grace of a professional with no formal training as you’re powered by intuition and all the gifts it does bring when one is Centered in Self and totally present.

Till we meet again

I’ve used the meta of a fish being born in waters, tainted, with hallucinogens before. There is simply no way for it to know its tripping until it changes the situation or removes the contaminant. Even then it may miss what kicked with the hit and think the standard was is incorrect. You, my friend, are in exactly the same situation. What do I mean?

Every day they’re brainwashing. Every day they’re brainwashing.

Its literally all around you in so many ways, as subtle and pernicious along with totally blatant, that to question it is to be thought of insane. That is akin to one fish turning to another and commenting on the nature of the complex geometric pattens that present and why it feels like something is amiss. They would look at those who didn’t trip or questioned the narrative as part of the problem and probably pump powerful psychotropics into them. Let me give you some examples so you can spot it on the reg:

Children can pick up on fast food logos before reading or other comprehension kicks in. This is due to the very basics of anchoring which is why the also use jingles to sell as melody clicks in and speaks to the subconscious as any mother talking to her baby attests. Why do you think they teach you the alphabet in a rhyme? Whilst you may be confident you know this spell I’d be willing to bet you could recite it flipped and thats akin to bumping into the sheets of glass hidden in the ocean to ensure the distracted fish swim in certain currents and are so caught up in the trip they don’t question the intent that actually put a lot of time and effort in to creating a maze of a false realm via the gradual process of Adulteration…

The English language itself is the greatest tool in this because its half a tongue and that bit is flipped and inverted which is why ILY actually sends a curse instead and the rest is just as crooked. But, if its only one you speak and its coded your internal OS you have as much chance of spotting it as the sheets of glass I mentioned. You can, however, bump up against it and if you see past the stars you’re hallucinating you could ask some questions like “Why is lxve spelling evil backwards? How can this one word describe my feelings about my favorite meal, my wife and support of a football team? Surely there is a sense of variety in these meanings and applications therein so why does it always drain back down to one resonance, itself, corrupted?”. In much the same ways that the snowmen have a lot of words for the chill this is a simple case of low resolution processing which is what makes Slaves out of men whilst convincing them freedom is something they can buy at the tills…

“Safe and effective” was a great example of traumatic programming as they make suggestions which are cheap whilst sounding authoritative and if you fall for them an acquiesce the side effects can be expensive. “Here we go, he’s an antivax conspiracy theorist!” says one, reading, who has been programmed and never checked the intent of who sits at the helm of his consciousness barking suggestions into his head via a tone he Thunks is Self. It isn’t. That is whats listening and its all part of the illusion hence why gnosis is banned and the process to gain it illicit as that is akin to a whole load of fish breaking that school mindset and, paradoxically, swimming at the glass with one intent. Once they bump into it and its Self evident what kicks they can’t help but become aware of the traitors in their midst that sold them a dream for which they regularly get billed. In order to keep a Victim in that position the Opponent must constantly retraumatize them in ways they won’t expect in order to keep their fragmented inner realms from finding a state of coherence. This can be further amplified by setting up false leaders as examples of how best to act in order to fit in as they pimp the metronome effect of monkey see, monkey do. Basically, they know the human mind outside and in and pimp it in ways, merciless, to make beasts of men. Now its back to your regularly scheduled programming:

Just think about that word, my friend. “Programming”. How much more blatant can you get as you stare, in an altered state of consciousness, at your Tell Lie Vision set which does what it says on the tin. Imagine if you Nelson Mandela and Uncle Ben leapt to a parallel realm in which every single thing was identical to this except people didn’t say “Week’ and “Weekend” but used “Strength” and “Strengthened” instead. Would it surprise you to notice that frail and elderly didn’t exist in excess as people had a spring in their step thanks to the continually repeated suggestion of gaining prowess as they progressed? Thats just one word out of many or, better yet, a spell because, back when, they knew these rites and curses dripped from the lips of those who could warp awareness and make people do the strangest things… Consider this when you push the pen with your right and teach your your child to write cursive… Its all interlinked but as invisible as a glass maze in the ocean.

The screen alone should make one ponder, at depth, because, back when, ancient cultures all linked the black cube with Saturn who was not the Devil they said but actually the highest form of spiritual purity and such things as well as the ticket in and out of this realm. Now, at this moment, you are using a flat plane aspect of this to condense timespace into something that fits in your fist and it, in turn, via the heady mix of red, green and blue pixels can shift your awareness via the power of imagination and emotional investment. Ponder this as the hexagram – apparently impossible – spins on the polar aspect of said planet and then come back to Earth and note the three religions at each others necks thanks to holy texts all feature its image somewhere in their script and lineage. Doesn’t that make you ponder? Remember, signs and symbols run this realm not laws and men but he who creates and dispatches said resonance can pimp the minds of mice and men. Take a look at this:

I’m sure thats coincidence. That, itself, is a huge spell that each Warrior ejects from his Rolodex and choses to “Go in, see dense” instead. You too can pimp the Dual Reality Effect and use vibration and suggestion to recode your internal OS as the former whizzes on a glow before it brings illumination whereas the latter exhales fresh air upon it and glimpses within the receding darkness to draw links for fresh reality testing aka upping your resolution. That is basically what its about, in the end. They attempt to dumb you down, run the maze and accept being a well trained Slave whilst my aim is to undo all of this and show the lay of the land as it is so you can make better decisions because all you will get with them, at the end, is slammed back into the flesh and this goes double for their Agents who are part of the whole “reign in hell” thing but Thunk its heaven sent as they can’t wait to reincarnate as a celeb as they too vie to become the false god of this realm. Suddenly it all makes sense, doesn’t it? The real king left, like Dr Manhattan, and without his presence the global consciousness fell and now we have these pretenders at the helm. Such is the tale of the men who would be kings but tried to off the Princes switch but simply granted him strength and pure gnosis as he Knows the Ledge hence why he types like this.

Surely you can see reality is the definition of insanity, yes? That the web is fake as hell and everyone is fronting as people are more anxious than they’ve ever been but hell bent on not let em see you sweat which, in the end, may be why Bruce is dead or it could be something else. Who knows? Its all up for discussion but such things are never mentioned at the tables they request you sit because no critical thinking is welcome, taught or expected in their education System. No, on the flip it a case of “Puke this up on the test, whether or not you get it, and your parents will provide affection”. Same blueprint with religion, validation and everything else they sell because they need to install themselves in the mid like a wedge so they can rub their palms and grin at the sheep they’re fleecing who don’t click their teeth pointing under the dead skin of their friends they wear to blend in. Not everyone who walks in the flesh is truly human. Sons of “god” and sons of “man”, yeah? I mean, look at the world. Most you meet on the reg are pretty decent and many would even do a total stranger a solid if they needed help and yet the realm is filled, end to end, with bloodshed and conflict. Make that make sense without a hand being hid and pulling strings to manipulate fish that swim in seas, toxic, bumping up against limits aimed to direct them whilst those who are trained well and swim where intended are rewarded for accepting a script, inauthentic, whilst the builders of said things are only half in on the trick as they too get pimped by a similar process as it may be turtles all the way down but its all eagles, rising… Isn’t it odd that when the angels fell, according to old texts, they taught weapons, conflict and women how to pretty themselves and shake their rear ends as well as spells and enchantment? Stranger still is how all of that is still present and stronger than its ever been as what was once occult in now blatant. That the true tradition of which most are spiritually ignorant but caught up in its web, nonetheless.

To make a large lie digestible it must be oft repeated and presented from many angles whilst appearing seductive and correct. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered why these so called “terrorists” don’t just go and put two in the head of a politico or president but only seem to hit and scare the average civilian? Not saying I advocate this but its something I noticed, back when, as the TV always said that the pesky IRA was always blowing up that and this but when Bin Laden crushed the buildings they sat on their hands and didn’t take it as the moment to pile in and unleash some ass whupping on the ones oppressing them and cry freedom as they released the shackles binding their countrymen. Isn’t that just like a movie where the bad guys wait in line instead of rushing in and curb stomping the hero? It made me super suspicious hence why I said watching the news is bad for your health because what are the odds that every single Eighties flick featured yelling brown men as fundamentalists with bombs and such things and, what do you know, thats exactly what kicked but the guy they said did it got dropped in the drink like the Megatron Don because they’re so racially sensitive and didn’t want to offend any Muslims with disrespect but Qadaffis corpse was beaten in the streets and streamed around the world with a grin. A liar always contradicts himself in the end. Are you starting to bump into the glass walls they erected in your head yet? Some fish are slicker than the rest and they do it on purpose so they can map the limits and imagine their surprise when they discovered occult symbols were etched in the blueprint said something like this:

I mean, in the end, how is this possible? And why do all roads lead to the white building where the President sits? Better yet, how about this resonance?

Are you starting to do the Knowledge? Is that ember flickering within or am I singing to the deaf whilst dancing for the blinded who worship the one eyed king? Better yet, if all is well in this realm and you’re not getting tricked, pimped, mindwiped and slammed back in for another spin as I said then who keeps sending the prophets they kill and for what end? Do the Knowledge, my friend, do the Knowledge. You can only gain it whilst tripping but if enough of us shift our resonance the rest will click and then they’ll have to stop poisoning the well as it works on ignorance where silence is consent and handing over your kids to be educated by them is the same as tossing your newborn into the firepit because “Moloch says”. And yet, people did it. Just like they cheered for Hitler himself. Who hasn’t looked back on old pics and clocked the hair, makeup and fit then thought:

“What the F was going on in my head to make me even think that was it? It looks so ridiculous!”.

And yet, because they’re fragmented, disconnected and thus not coherent its a bridge too far to take the next step and apply it to the moment as it is because they’re too busy swimming in seas, hallucinogenic and trying hard not to bump into invisible limits as they chase who they said is the one to be kept up with in the quest for happiness and success.

Every day they’re brainwashing. Every day they’re brainwashing.

The great thing is that by being aware of this you can literally flip the script (and tables too, if you wish) by thinking different and flexing the strength you possess. Its then you discover you actually have wings, hidden, and can ascend far beyond the limits as the pool they poisoned is small and limited hence the maze and camera tricks because once you’re back in your element it clicks you are neither fish nor bird or man but something else entirely:

The Witness aka the one whom makes it all possible and without whose presence none of this exists hence the immense amounts of deception and tricks designed to prevent this gnosis because if they can hold a god hostage, like Saturn, then what makes you Thunk they ain’t doing the same with those, amnesiac, plugged in to the world they built?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger, that is the message.

Till we meet again

First things first, cyclopers print all the moneys and it would be funny if people didn’t live, die and kill for it. Why do I mention this? Simple, its a trance, isn’t it? After all, its intrinsically worthless and yet priceless as well. Why? Because the whole world buys in and invests in the image for sale. There is a powerful lesson in this for those who can unpack the depths of that resonance inside their awareness. For many the cows are simply too sacred to examine and thats why they didn’t notice they were switched out, back when, for animatronic robot equivalents that pump out a corrupted milk and are soon to be upgraded to hologrammatic images instead so “Peer not behind the curtain” said the one eyed king who fleeces his sheep for a living from one life to the next.

I want you to close your eyes and sit on the edge of a chair with your back unsupported so the line from your brain to rear end is as correct as you can get. Let the air fall out and in, make your breathing effortless yet concentrated as you recollect the paradigm that states:

“He who does nothing leaves nothing undone”.

Live those lyrics for a bit until you start to feel more present in your flesh, especially your chest. As you relax into this state of effortless effort I want you to imagine that you are sitting on a clock face, right in the mid is where you rest at this moment. Take a look around, get used to it behind closed lids and let your inner realm fill in the details. This is who you truly are, on the only time that exists. The rest is but a persistent illusion thanks to the operating system in your head which means its pimpin, pimpin! Why do you think English has its future, past and present tense? Could it have something to do with that upper lip thats stiff and how many places have fought for independence after the Brits landed?

You may have noticed that we worked off grid from the title of Trauma, Timelines and Trance and that is for a very good reason because first you must click you’re in an altered state of awareness and then the concept of time being what you project as well as swim becomes Self evident and from this you gain the strength to embrace the pain that lies at the heart of this event, back when, that you’ve tried real well to eject from consciousness and repress using various coping mechs and things that, right now, are screaming inside your head:

“Don’t listen to this mess. It makes no sense. Everyone knows you can’t time travel and if you were in an altered state of awareness you’d spot it as you ain’t no dimwit. He’s calling you a mental midget, he is, let him have it, Chris!”.

Or words to that effect. Relax, thats just the (false) self crapping its breeches about you wrestling control from it because its got quite comfortable running your existence as it treats you like a puppet made of flesh. Victim, meet your Opponent and then recollect that its not how it starts but the end that makes the difference and become a Victor instead…

We are all broken in this realm but only those who have been shattered to smithereens tend to admit this. The rest are well adjusted to a peculiar kind of social sickness that holds the planet in its grip and makes us act like this whilst pretending not to notice the problem. I’m sure you’ve heard the old adage that we only use ten percent of our brains, yes? Well, the truth of the matter is more subtle because, as usual, the Devil sits in the details and what he says is:

“I take what you don’t claim, peasant, and this makes me a (false) king among godmen who forget their true power and status due to the spells I’m casting. You only use ten percent of your consciousness, the rest comes to me and makes you a puppet on its strings but don’t worry – I’ve got plenty of agents out there in politics and showbusiness as well as religion and everything else to play with the symbols therein as you amuse yourself to death only to get slammed back into the flesh again for another spin. Why am I telling you this, well, Mr Bond – that should be obvious, yes?”.

How hungry is your hippo, really? What if someone force, unexamined, wasn’t bopping it on the head to engage in mindless consumption? What then? How about if the other three doing the same in sync were not present to normalize this madness? In other words:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger then that is the message so stop, drop, shut em down and see who opened up shop in your head. Why, its Cyclops! Hey, Cyco! How’s it been with your impaired vision that thinks its sees perfect and has the whole world in his grip. I got to admit, you play this realm like a harp from hell and most plugged in believe its heaven sent. Bravo! That, whichever way you slice it, takes a stroke of genius and using their minds as weapons by giving them your consciousness instead was quite clever, yes? I mean, if the bicameral state of consciousness can be primed to accept suggestions and self to self trances then the dreams virtually sell themselves as there is one born every moment who’ll be artfully scarred, starred or snipped in order to ensure the developing nervous system is out of sync with its natural resonance and then its open season on this fish in a dimensional barrel. I’ve got to ask though:

Where is the challenge in this?

Maybe thats why I’m present but, then again:

Where is the challenge in this?

All of your team who are well versed in deceit and all they did to inflict trauma to warp my timelines whilst installing trances and then you attempt to unleash the flutes as well? Sort it out, ref! Not that that makes any difference when the whole world is in your pocket but its cool, the challenge isn’t for you anyway, is it? Its all mine. Getting back to the Souls lost in space:

If someone had taken control of your dome – how could you tell? What if there was a simple test that went like this:

Still your mind for thirty seconds. Nothing out or in without your approval. If that isn’t possible then what more do you need to tell what kicks? Trauma, timelines and trance. The unholy trinity by which they fleece the sheep in life, death and what happens next as they’re literally reskinned, mindwiped and saddled up for another spin of this demonic realm. Even if you don’t believe a thing I said and write it off as nonsense the fact that such a thing may even be possible should give you pause to reflect but watch how the voice in your head resists this and wants no parts of it as these unpaved streets you create by walking would lead to a mass exodus and they can’t have that quite yet as they still need to slide chips inside your head. Thats a different type of trance which creates its own time as telomere limits slow and life takes quite a while plus more DLC is unleashed and people forget the deal of the huge trauma that bought them in. Just like this spin, I guess, when “dragons” flew overhead and the sky fell…

Much like the EM spectrum you take in a tiny bit of information that is then subject to mass distortion and an accepted narrative. That frees up the little bit of runtime you possess to sprint on the treadmill and check off the boxes they said are the only options worth examining. “Anyone who questions their script must be an imbecile” is repeated in your head as you compete with the rest on this bootless quest in which nothing more or less than your Soul is on the line, from one life to the next. If that isn’t the definition of hell then I don’t know what is… As part of the paradox those who trade the numinous for a position on the pyramid actually feel like life is heaven sent but thats none of my business as I just dropped in with a message that you’re free to accept or reject but most will regret not doing the Knowledge at death when they come face to faceless with a challenge for which earth time should’ve been training as the seeds for emancipation are sewn in the fertile ground of consciousness hence build that which death can’t end aka transcend…

Those who do look differently at this realm and those within as they may be in but are most certainly not of its imprint. Thats when the Pane Body sings and you’re awake, immortal and present as life presents you with two options:

Either go quietly about your biz and keep it your little secret as the rest simply would not comprehend and think you a lunatic for sharing the revelation or scream it from the hills and give not a single F because you comprehend the Slaves don’t think anyway as its Thunk etched in their script and maybe, just maybe, they’ll click because if the roles were reversed and it was you running on a treadmill of ignorance with a carrot of false promises tied around your head as your rear end was being beaten by debt and threat of bills you’d certainly appreciate a fresh perspective that made sense of why you can’t control whats in your head, and yet, it tells you how to feel about everything…

Somethings missing from the sketch and not listed on the blueprint, yes? If you peer close, however, you can spot the fingerprints of the hand, hidden well, as whats the point in having secrets if you can’t make them so large and blatant that he who questions them is thought of as insane but, true to the Game, its the outsane who are crazy as they accept the script with no questions or answers needed beyond what was hammered in their head via couple of decades of induction and steadily heaping traumatic events which lead to a trance laid on so thick that they never ever stopped to question why they’re walking around in a “weak daze” and spend the little time off they get getting “weakened”. Why don’t they comprehend? Simple, the trance that they’re in won’t allow them to color in outside of the lines they set, back when, as the script was etched into forming consciousness. They wanted, first and foremost, to please their parents and thus the System drove a wedge into unconditional affection and made one perform for acceptance by regurgitating well what they said on the test. The troubled kids and one that generally had a no F givens mindset tended to reject the programming as they sensed, on some level, the idiocy of accepting one outside of Self as a master on their inner realms. They too were catered for as criminals, addicts and derelicts as its just the flip of the mainstream and thus the underworld trance is alluring but easier to transcend as those taking risks and gambling with their life on the reg don’t mind answering the hard question or thinking different. Higher along the scale are the more frail yet, curiously resilient, that society terms “schizophrenic” for seeing that which is invisible to the rest and comprehending something is manipulating their consciousness.

They are labelled “crazy” and all that comes with because they don’t bleat with the rest of the sheep who see only locked down and curtailed resonance that must be interpreted rigidly in order to fit in. Most of the people who have talent/skills in something bypassed the educational brainwashing system and just don’t give an F anyway and kept on marching to the sound of the drummer in their chest and then the fame/recognition came. Or maybe, like the case of Otto Man, the ultimate emancipation from this realm. There are also loads that never did a thing but still have more raw talent than people who are stars in a certain field because they wouldn’t/didn’t play the famewhore Game.

Plus there are levels to this:

If genius is a Royal Flush then schizos get a Straight and so on and so forth till you get to stuff like OCD which is the equivalent of a High Card whilst the plebs make the best with what they’re dealt and don’t comprehend what I’ve said as they’re too caught up in the web of this crooked operation in the abyss. It ain’t as clear cut as the System (which works via suppressing creativity to induce the consumer mindset as its more profitable that way) would like to have you think as crazy is relative and its all about your perception and definition of the reality you accept. To me that itself is madness as mentioned in this article whereas these days everyone has some type of mental ill and such things but, curiously, they act just like the rest when pressed and questioned whereas the real madmen, mystics or mabans mindset reveals itself in an instant ergo the trance within a trance has Slaves pump faking, real well, as they’ll unleash hell on anyone who questions their “problem” and that, in a nutshell, is why the world is how it is because they loop and feed back loads of BS until the mushroom of enlightenment forgets its potential in the darkness and swims instead is seas of excrement it believes must be consumed to win aka “suck cess”. Do the Knowledge.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

As for me, I’m free, clear and radiant. I have reclaimed my destiny from its attempted theft and laid down those who would attempt to impede my progress as the realest man in this realm who tells it how it is.

Till we meet again