The Dangers of Being Influenced by Inferior People

I am at a point where I can look at my own life with such a profound sense of disconnection that it makes zooming in and out of the fractal of consciousness quite essential as its only when one lets go that you gain everything ergo I am actually more linked than I’ve ever been. In other words, in but not of this world. There are so many layers and depth to this that I genuinely think it may be pointless to speak on the topic as most people have trouble getting to grips with the life they live let alone the rest of the planet, their lineage, how and why there is a dimension, what the implication of this is, why the numinous doth manifest as man via what they call consciousness as well as the many alternative versions of Self one can step in and out of (at whim) if you possess the correct resonance. Actually, its the latter I think most can grip so lets unwrap it:

The dangers of being influenced by inferior people are so immense that its a thing of legend. They say no man is an island but then would you prefer to be shipwrecked, alone, with a vivid imagination and abundant natural resources or stuck in the brig with a slick ass clique that was constantly plotting and planning on depriving you of the little bit of sanity you possess? Choose well, my friend, as it can make all of the difference. In many ways we all must pick one of these options and its why, since time immemorial, there have been those who have wandered far from the madness of crowds, quite possibly found enlightenment and then when quietly on with their trek out of this realm. Some, out of empathy, came back first to lace some Game on the rest and we killed them. Isn’t that strange? Worth pondering at least, methinks. Do you?

All of my life I was surrounded by what folks would term the criminal element. I didn’t think of them like this. They were just the folks around the bricks who were sick of being impoverished and did whatever kicked to hit a lick. Not that any were really rich. Most just hustled to pay the bills or keep ahead of their addictions. Some did it for the thrill and others because they enjoyed violence and this meant they found a way to monetize their fists. Strange place, the hood. Anyway, it is what it is for a wide eyed jit coming up in all of this who never thought it odd how he’d sprint home from school to go and play with the drug dealers as his mother requested. Whilst others were learning about maths and such things I was watching how to stretch profits from a flip and the innate skill involved in a rip aka confidence trick as well as surprising them with being amazing at the art of kiting. For those that don’t know:

A “kite” is a cheque that has naught backing it. See, back when, there were slips of paper you signed that had to match the name on the plastic and thus you could swing in to a place, deposit these digits and walk out with goods and services for which you’d paid nothing. The tough part was making the signature effortless as it had to sync with what presents on the authentic. This is where I come in. See, one day, they’d found a page that was apparently going to be an amazing score but the name was so difficult that they simply couldn’t rep it. A paper slip was laced with scribbles and there sat the plastic so I grabbed it, on a whim, and hammered the duplication. The cheers and adulation were immense as they said “How the hell did you do that, kid?”. “Its simple” I told them as I broke down how by looking at the feltsensed shape of the letters you could tell in which way was the emphasis, how the hand was held and where the pressure lifts etc. “Then you just trace whats in your head”. “Whats in your head” they said, perplexed, until I showed them by breaking it down to the components. “That is amazing” he said. “Tell me what you want, anything, and I’ll get it when we go shopping”. “Really?” responded I, totally unaware of the significations of what I’d just Witnessed. “He’s got a bright future, this kid, stick around and things are bound to get interesting” said one a decade older than me, yet still fresh out of his teens…

I didn’t join their clique, nor any of the others that asked for my pledge since then. Why? I can’t say. Well, I did, in that article but lets call it intuition instead and keep it simple. Like how I could step into the mindset of one who pushed the pen and think like they did as they etched their sig in this example. These were the same skills that, later, would help people not offline their lives, break out of depression and generally become most excellent as well as many other things as the empathy and compassion overspills to uplift one sank to the depths. But, you know the hood, it corrupts everything. Wink, wink.

That, in a nutshell, is the dangers of being influenced by inferior people exemplified real well as there is always an element of ignorance, something new and different, no true oversight or guidance and a sense of abandonment that is filled with a vibration, incorrect. It was a Pattern that was to repeat for decades until I finally started spotting it and choosing different options. Its interesting though how at a few times since these events I would go totally blank, disconnect, and drop off the circuit. Nobody could find me when I didn’t want to be pinged and those times would usually be spent in the most intense introspection. Soon, however, old habits would kick and I’d be back in my element. Hopefully, from this example, you may have spotted the inferior resonance that presents in your life as well. It may be much more subtle and that is all the more corrosive. Some people have bad relationships from which it seems they can’t disconnect as the other person hits a switch or has a hook in them. There is actually an intense truth to this but, in the end, its your consciousness and thus your decision on some level. Do the Knowledge, my friend, it pays immense dividends and sure beats ignorance in the end.

The simple truth of all of this is you can either have good or bad friends in this realm. The problem is, as always, one of awareness as the latter can dress and present as the former whilst those who are truly genuine and wish the best you may detest as they call you out on your BS as they wish to see you progress. Do you see how intricate, yet simple, this all is? Its one of the reasons I suggest one refrain from telling fibs because before they drip from your lips they’ve already saturated your own consciousness via the pernicious influence of (false) self deception that kicks as standard equip in 81% of the plebs. Some of these destructive relationships can be your own parents as I’ve spoken of in previous missives as its a Dark and Bright thing depending on your Souls resonance as some of the best are sent in to the worst situations to bring a correction. As you can imagine those who dwell in this element like nothing more than bringing you to their level and then deflecting your mission and this, I suspect, is why a lot of people feel something quite important is missing from their life and its a calling. One you can only hear from within as no minister, billboard or celeb can ever tell you your purpose and that is why some time alone is essential.

“Whats the matter? Being antisocial again? Your phone doesn’t ring, no one knows where you live and you just upped and vanished without saying a thing” came the refrain upon bumping into an acquaintance after I’d ventured from my island of bliss back into the waters of darkness. Thing is, this time I could tell, real quick, who he was from the ship and what the true intent behind this was as they need to be close and link in order to exert an influence. Kind of like taking a frog and putting it into a pot, tepid. It will sit and take it in as it looks at its new surroundings. Turn it up in increments and it may soon spot some discomfort but won’t really do a thing, yet. But, if we remove it from this environment entirely and place it somewhere much more natural and then move it back to the second pot at its temp it will leap in an instant as Self preservation kicks in. Thats how they do it, my friend. It can be that you crave another hit of what she deals from between her legs, the familiar comfort of some friends that you met back when but never quite drew the link about how a straight A kid with a bright future in front of him started flipping bricks instead and running the pavements, on a whim, rather than just listening to lyrics saying the same things. Actually, that last one is dope so lets expound a bit:

As I said about the news and its resonance the same can be said about the rest as what is without is first made attractive within and once the poles shift its quite easy to lose your equilibrium as you’re consumed by consumption. The kid in example was your typical Mamas boy and played the role, real well, of a son husband as his real father left and she always said “You’re the man of the house, its me that you protect, its us against them in the end. We are whats important” and other such things. As you’d expect this lead to a really unbalanced upbringing in which he was wildly sheltered and ruthlessly exploited in the same instance but loud rap lyrics were his salvation. When she complained he said “Its just entertainment!” and pointed to his straight As as proof he was making the grade. Uni time came and she wanted him to stay near but he had his sights far ahead and, for the first time, declined her request as he got the spot that he’d picked. Not long after getting fresh and discovering the thrills of letting loose, off the hinge, he met those he’d move in with who came from the ends. They not only took but dealt as well and with him had a link to a different type of clientele and that is how it went as the studies did dip but the rest engrossed him.

Now, in this example, there is something very interesting as what was repressed, back when, came out distorted but is it better to be genuine and incorrect than pious and faking it? Its the point in the mid for which the Warrior is striving as the rest is but illusion but many will not get this ergo when one is beyond good and evil then a new res kicks in and we see with a higher lens but many fall at the first hurdle instead and set up an encampment as they point at a mess and say “Yep, me, I am this!” with a grin. No discussion needed or permitted. Anyone who contradicts is an infidel and they offer no tolerance for anything that differs from what they etched in their consciousness. In that respect the one who truly wants to help them will falsely be encoded as an opp but those who further their ignorance are seen as the best and that opens up a whole tin filled with some pretty devious worms that may just be serpents. Can you see why that sense of disconnection is essential, my friend? Otherwise the power of emotions and their propellant can have you hurtling down a reality tunnel in the wrong direction and the saddest part is you could have stopped it at any instant as all of this takes place in your awareness and realizing this is an immense threat to those at the helm hence why I request you do the Knowledge as without it how can you tell what is genuine and the rest that pretend as they offer artful deceptions instead?

There is a decent rule of thumb I’d like to share and it goes like this:

If ever anyone ever says something that makes you feel triggered or on edge there is something authentic therein that should be examined. For example, the student didn’t instantly leap into flipping pills and potions. It was only when his developing manhood was questioned by his new so called friends as they were planning a trip on the train to London to collect a fresh batch, flown in, and they wanted him to carry it as he was white and thus the least likely to arouse suspicion. “Nah, nah, nah leave him. He’s a studio gangster. He can’t live these lyrics, just let him be a good little nerd. Mamas boy is all he is, don’t worry I’ll handle it. Who comes through ten times out ten?” said the ringleader in question to the hoots and cackles of his coven who were high fiving him and yelling his name in unison. As you can imagine this caused immense regress which brings frustration and aggression raging to the surface in need of vents and thus he volunteers because he wants to be the man and have them praising him which, if you think, is simply a pole flip of his childhood and thus misses the mid. After that it was swiftly downhill as they kept repeating the same old Pattern which had him getting addicted to what he was shifting and when he did the mathematics he was making way more with the pills than the career he was training so it made no sense to sit in a class, half dozing, after a night of hitting licks, skins and the occasional brass knuckle incidents as well. “And you used to be such a good boy as well” said his mother, with disappointment, when they met. Do you think she’d ever, ever, ever accept that she was actually the cause of this? What of the child? What are the odds that one who pulled the curtain from his lids to the see the inner coping mechs would be embraced as a true friend and not a hater, hating, at a young man, shining, in his induced element which is mildly ironic considering what he was studying…

The formula has infinite depth but is remarkably simple as well. Comprehending it is quite difficult and yet, when you get, you’ll wonder how the hell so many people miss it as they live, die, repeat from one suit to the next in this Game we all play using our Souls as credits as this is but a simple exposition of the dangers of influence by the inferior element and how one must learn to discern in order to evade the tricks. If this has sparked something within then I encourage you to push the pen because the future is yours, my friend, so do something about it and the first step is realizing your position in order to build an elevation as those who are dregs need first to pull you to their level and then commence leeching your resonance as they themselves cannot ascend and whilst this may be difficult – hence the importance of isolation and being totally honest with your Self – the rewards can be immense because one of the best things about this stage is transcendence is possible which means the ultimate liberation is quite close at hand for most Souls plugged in but only if they’re willing to do the Knowledge and find that quiet spot within that I’ve termed the golden circle which is the way they came in and thus only exit from this realm as he who dwells there is neither red nor blue shift, feels oddly disconnected and yet totally present as you view without attachment and realize you are neither the flesh, the story in your head or voice, speaking.

You are the Witness.

He who remains constant from one life to the next, awake or in bed and any permutations you can imagine as it is solid in a world ever changing for its a manifestation of the Prime, the pre-existing that is, apparently, worshipped by many religions as something outside of them and called by science “The hard problem” aka consciousness. You are it, my friend, and all of this realm and its inhabitants are taking place inside it ergo you are far, far more powerful than you suspect or have been led to believe in ignorance. The Slave accepts this. The Warrior takes the base resonance and, like a true alchemist, unleashes the gold within and elevates his awareness via his true resonance with the all of everything who has no name, no official texts and never said a thing but makes all possible. Superior are they who are one with the way and the rest, in ignorance, are inferior and this is an option the world keeps well hid whilst making the latter seem attractive because we are beings of resonance and thus its quiet difficult, like a frog in the kitchen, to flip the script when we’re begging for acceptance and validation. Why not be like Napoleon and place your own crown upon thine head but to get to this step one must first fight the battle within which is best termed individual gnosis vs collective ignorance and that brings its own resonance hence why elevation and transcendence are essential and these are anathema to this stage where its all about trends and linking in to the most basic resonance. Why? Why else? So they can unleash Techno Sapiens instead as the Control, Alter and Delete program kicks in, as promised. “In this sign conquer” aka the image at the head of this article as everything is talking.

Are you listening? No? Well, your phone is… And, by the way, the internet is a weapon designed to warp your subconscious as its another fine, military grade production that was unleashed upon the population to push forward the script that intends to make androids of men. Get the picture?

Till we meet again

The Best Students Surpass Their Master

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

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

1/81

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

I’m a Soul, Man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

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

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

Pure Inner Sense.

Till we meet again

Everything Is a Test and Nothing Is What It Seems to Be

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

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

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

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

Mixed signals.

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

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

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

Pure consciousness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

All of Your Problems Are Spiritual

If I ask you to define the word spiritual, what would you say next? Actually take a pad and pen to capture that wavelength in ink as it will be handy to reflect as we progress and see if you chose to upgrade your internal OS due to whats said.

For me the term is equal to consciousness because that, in beginning and end as well as during, is all there is. I wrote an article that detailed the ins and outs of matter and spirit but, in a nutshell, we were, once upon a when, part of an immense, undifferentiated cloud of higher awareness that many call many things and use as an excuse to act quite wack to the rest who praise the same thing but using another label and text. From this Prime state there was a differentiation. A condensation of consciousness that fell like rain. It felt exhilarating and thrilling, like a bird spreading its wings and we started creating a sense of separation but still connected due to the innate resonance. This fell to Earth in the Third Dimension where it pooled and, due to the current stage, wasn’t permitted free and natural movement to allow optimal development. Instead it was Adulterated ie sent to school and flash frozen aka the death of Inner Sense.

From this point on most are scared to melt as all they know is matter which is spirit at its most dense vibration.

That, in a nutshell, is my definition of spiritual and, for me, its a work in progress that is constantly developed and upgraded as I increase my resolution. Now, the reason why I say all of your problems are spiritual is because of the nature of this realm, vibration, reality tunnels and the power of seeing what we expect and then having the Earthday Suit confirm our hypothesis. After a while of doing this said thing becomes a belief or tradition and that means its far above suspicion, contemplation or even critical examination for those plugged in to the chill. Me? I don’t have that problem. I guess its due to still being more liquid than solid and the fact I bucked at the System since back when and choose my own adventurous education that I feelsee like this. A near constant stream of brushes with death and a couple or three nearly fatal ones that tipped me over the brink and bought me back again add to the perspective. Lets get practical:

Spirit, in many languages, is analogous with breath and that, my friend, is as intimate as it gets in this realm for we are happily trading air for every single step of our life sentence in the flesh. Yet, like everyday miracles, they become invisible. Have you ever noticed your breath when orgasming? I’m talking one of those white out the lights with thunder and lightning shaking events. Granted, most people are anywhere but present when that happens but there is a reason, once upon a when, that sex was used as the gateway to higher consciousness and partnerships were picked at a depth way greater than skin as Souls wanted to leap beyond this realm and thus needed the resonance which made a steamy session of tantric sex do just what was promised as the ice did melt.

These days its a mere genital sneeze based, primarily, on visual stimulation. Its why I’ve said we’re fallen beings. Amnesiac gods describes us best but, to some, that concept is blasphemous but I say if consciousness is everything and we are it, just wearing a shell to interact with this realm, then accepting anything less would be dishonest and that doesn’t fly in my book as the Path to enlightenment is narrow and genuine with each step illuminated by the purest of intent. On either side lie madness hence I live these lyrics and say so for effect but because that is exactly how it is. I mean, consider this:

How many times have you seen the same Pattern repeating in a family unit? You may have one woman, so full of promise and vim, that meets an early death which totally destroys her kid who then grows, gets over it, forms a relationship, brings another Soul into this realm and, boom, car accident. End of that chapter. I’ll let you guess what happens to her daughter as she progresses.

This is not metaphysic. Its quite common but can manifest in ways not as dramatic as you have the men of one family that constantly pick the wrong women and thus neither achieves their potential but there is a whole load of yelling and consternation. These Patterns are formed in consciousness and one generation sprinkles them on the next. For example, they took rats that were trained to run a maze and then made one part of it really brightly lit to attract them. When they got there they tazed them. Their kids, when compared to standard, aced the test and picked the turns they’d never met like they had some form of spiritual GPS. Whats interesting though is the moment that same light was shone on them, anywhere, they froze, stiff, and locked up in stress. Do you know what the kicker is? That was without the current. Make that make sense and you’ll see why I’ve said that all of your problems are spiritual.

In another article I spoke on demons of the mind and that makes a great partner to this perspect as there is immense depth on this topic which makes one suspect that the folks of the past, the so called “primitives” were actually way more advanced than we give them credit. I mean, did you know that the pyramid is actually a scale model of the planet and encodes all kinds like its polar radius, precession as well as insight into celestial objects. Kind of amazing, yes? Like some genius form of man, back when, knew that the Game of Souls would dip into its current state of resonant ignorance where men with intellects, frozen, would lumber around the planet Thunking they’re the best as they can’t imagine water that drips as free flowing consciousness so they wrote a message in stone that would reveal its true text to the adepts who could decode what it said. Of course Egyptologists say thats a load of bunkum but the thing with numbers is they tell no fibs and can be independently replicated and I place way more faith in that than their dating based on a cartouche that reeks of aftermath graffiti and not the prime intent. But, thats a deeper topic but before we trip I will suggest this:

Not only were there a load of ancient monuments spread out at the same distance and holding some common resonance as well as architectural tips and things which are highly suggestive that the entire planet was once interlinked and way more advanced than we suspect using a different type of tech but they all spoke of a previous stage in the Game from which they came hence the matter with spirit or why all of your problems are spiritual. Now, you must consider that those who run the show do not have your best interests at heart and thats pretty Self evident as they’re driven by greed, profit and dominance. They run the banks, schools, legal system and everything else from press to web with an iron fist designed to make you think the fingers aren’t interlinked – but they are. Its why you aren’t taught how to make wise financial decisions, control your stress levels or see what traits work well in a partnership. Plenty of other crap but nothing useful. What this does generate, however, is people that need to be lead aka the Valley of the Plebs hence all your problems are spiritual because if you’d done the Knowledge this would appear as Self evident. Instead you dig a reality tunnel without a clue of what it is and are also unaware that you can’t be the voice in your head when you’re obviously that which listens.

Pretty wild, isn’t it, when you see the fingerprints of the hidden hand up close and personal. Me? I’m cut from a cloth they don’t make any more and would rather didn’t exist because if you’ve been swindled into drinking an off brand alternative as the “Real Thing” its pretty obvious whose a swizz when the genuine article presents. Back to the topic:

If all there is consciousness and that is what we define as spirit then not being able to use it correctly creates all types of problems. Like tension. Right now, at this very moment, just stop and pay attention to the small muscles around your eyes, brow and lips as well. Why are you wasting so much energy in holding them in that Pattern? Notice how it melts the moment you disconnect from what it sells and refuse to buy in? One of my hallmarks for truth is when the rule is constant across many different forms of application and this meta is just that because it feels like its etched on the blueprint that built this realm and all within. Which makes perfect sense as the next step up in res is that we’re within a fractal ergo there is a type of resonance and the patterning is not a bug but a feature which makes sense why winners win, yes? Imagine if we could program these states in and get lucky on purpose? Wouldn’t that be amazing? Bringing it back to the present as I write my own ticket:

Have you ever noticed how on a day when you feel great you seem to meet more interesting people who are always smiling and things just seem to fall in their perfect alignment?

If that doesn’t hint about what I’ve said and make you think you’re the only playa in the realm who interacts with figments of their imagination then I don’t know what will. Now, granted, thats a tad esoteric for one just dipping in to this type of thinking but if you stop and ponder the implications on the day to day of how one man can be presented to ten people and they all draw differing interpretations then it makes a lot of sense that there is a bit in the mid that makes this happen. I call it the reality tunnel and how you dig it makes all the difference because the standard form of consciousness can only handle 8 bits on information which is why most phone numbers are that many digits as its easy to recollect in working mem. Anything else and it gets overloaded. Problem is the subconscious process billions. Billions. And thats per second. Let me put that in perspective:

Now, I’m no communist or such things – mainly because it and capitalism are part of a pincer movement from one intellect that thrives on divided conquering – but its pretty wild how one percent of this realm control most of the wealth, isn’t it? Yet none dare suggest the fix is in or the money they print as debt and sell to the rest is worthless if not backed by the imagination of those who buy in. All of your problems, once again, are spiritual. Honest Abe freed the slaves so they shot him in the head. Kennedy was opposed to conspiracy so they made an example out of him and thats about the end all, be all of politicians that gave an F about the people they rep. And yet, you still vote for them? Why? Haven’t you seen Brewsters Millions?

Can you imagine what would kick if, around election period, we all said “Nope” instead? The hidden hand of the iron fist would make itself know, real quick and thats when things would get interesting as many would deny what they’re seeing whilst others would wonder how they missed it. Thats the difference between encoding and decoding, my friend and thats just the beginning of ones adventures in consciousness as you possess a strength far greater than imagined by most over the age of six… Better yet, I’d be willing to bet that if we, as a collective, took nine days off from the web we’d see a shift in how we play the Game as things were bought into relief without the distortion of a lens plus the black mirror effect. There are other, more practical things, we can implement to prove my perspective like taking fifteen minutes a day to breathe out and in with a Four, Seven, Eight pattern with the one in the mid being held and the others as in and exhale as well as spending the same engaged in bouncing as these basic things cause the snowman to melt and allow the waters to flow again and, let me tell thee, it certainly feels amazing to come to the realization that the first, last and only freedom is within and the rest is but a trick, an optical illusion, that holds the whole world in its grip on this particular level of the Game we’re all playing using our Souls as credits…

Till we meet again

None of That Old Stuff Worked

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

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

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

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

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

AHA!

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

Everybody wants power.

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

Validation.

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

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

AHA!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

The Psychiatric Drugs Don’t Work, They Just Make You Worse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

True said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Hard Target

There was an old film, back when, in which a bunch of rich folks got their thrills from hunting. Nothing too crazy about this except there is plenty of them, they have a diverse array of weapons, vehicles and one intent whilst the poor schlepper they’re making run through the forest is pre-weakened, picked from the dregs of society and targeted as they suspect most will never claim him missing or give an F anyway.

Reality, as far as I can tell, is just like this based on my own personal imperience of have being caught up in the mix as for the past months six its became Self evident this is exactly what is happening as I’m dealing with, what I suspect, is the Slave/Masters piece de resistance as they hunt from beyond this dimension and use weapons akin to spells of magic beamed at ones awareness and this is where things get really, really interesting.

Can you imagine how you’d feel if you were caught up in this? That an evil, malevolent event has somehow randomly picked you to get its thrill and now it hunts you as it manifests through the visage and countenance of people you may know well or those you’ve just met that seem to know a hell of a lot about your inner realms and can, somehow, exert an influence via noiZ or signals which makes you feel like you’ve leapt out of your skin and something unknown but felt has just hooked in to your consciousness. Imagine your dreams becoming weaponized and sleep fragmented on top of this along with random strangers engaging in street theater that pantomimes past events as they liberally sprinkle in random phrases and events from back when.

Sounds like a living nightmare, yes? Well, its actually far more common than you suspect as there are a few ways of looking at this for those lucky enough not to get picked and live their lives as a hard target:

First of all there is the fact that man is born within a trap and the nature of it is so slick and seductive that to question it is seen as insane. I mean, ask your Self, is there any way in hell life could truly get any worse than this in terms of being pressed to the knife edge of quiet desperation that marks most peoples existence? Not many have the nous to admit they’ve been Adulterated and are akin to living hostages and this is the main part of the problem because the 11% – the predator class, mentioned – are complicit in the entire operation as they possess (or are possessed by?) the whole “Reign in hell” mindset which sees you as less than human, even though their program intentionally dumbed down your lineage and traumatized them into accepting a life two steps from death. This is the main issue as people are myopic, lack the insight of clear vision and thus easily manipulated by the men who would be king. Anyone who attempts to bring this to their attention is classed as an infidel via that voice in the head that moves them like puppets on a string.

Its a beautiful trick, super effective. This is where the hard targets come in:

Some reject the programming. For various reasons it doesn’t stick. Some of these are done on purpose like an extremely traumatic event whilst developing that was injected into their script or being born to a woman that detested the sight of them and thus presented a tainted kind of affection that allowed no sense of security to develop within. There are many, many ways of upsetting the apple cart of gestation and they range from what was mentioned to air raid sirens wailing as a mother cradles her child, developing, in her abdomen and feels an immense sense of dread and stress as well as the modern career woman who faces a similar predicament but drip fed instead as he checks her messages and sees the world economy tanking, her portfolio in shreds and career that she built hanging on by a thread.

All of this is pumped into the forming CNS as the signal to noiZ ratio becomes immense and thus the child it begets is automatically set adrift in a living hell. As you can probably guess these kids often grow to rebel, take drugs, indulge in a lot of sex or compulsively play video games along with many other things. The crème de la crème, as you suspect, become in patient schizophrenics or pavement dwelling derelicts that rant and yell that something outside of them is influencing their awareness to cause them stress and how loads of people are in on it and conspiring against them along with the potential for seeing things others class as invisible.

They’re the hunted within the Game. The rest are well adjusted to such immense sickness that killing them is akin to shooting fish in a barrel with an AK Forty Seven firing depleted uranium dipped shells. No, they pose no real challenge as they’re already trained well to dump their kids into the modern equivalent of a Moloch image which they told them was for the best as the fire and holy smoke consumed their burnt offering. Its this demonic influence, from back when, that modern schizos are noticing. Babies too, in the crib, pick up on this as do children with the whole “Monster under the bed” thing which their parents invalidate, real quick, but don’t seem to notice that the childs pulse is thundering, their stress levels are immense and something – on some plane – has obviously happened. This is why I’ve said the wounded womb hurts the seeds it births. Not due to foul intent but, generally, a state of ignorance as they do unto others what was done unto them.

I know for some reading this may seem impossible and fanciful but thats mainly because you’ve been dumbed down to such a level of ignorance that you pose no real threat to the System or its agents as this predator class of humanity lacks that Prime connection and thus this stage exists for them to get fed. I strongly suspect this entire plane is an immense aberration and the only reason it continues to exist is because Souls keep piling in as the after effects of a bit of genital friction from Adulterated parents two stepping along the psychosocial treadmill whilst those who are above them are indulged in a similar trick via an intent one can only call the Devil as its the antithesis of the life affirming principle within. I mean, look at the world as it is. If you too are an Eighties jit you can easily spot and reference an immense dumbing down of the populace via the weapon of mass influence that is the net, yes? And yet how many are willing to give up its grip? Why is the optimal place for your Opponent to present as your very best friend? Riddle me this… What would happen if the entire world decided, this minute, to stop watching the news, surfing the net and feeding this induced low vibration they accept? I’ll tell you:

They would outlaw this and say its a type of sickness that needed medication and legislation would be drafted to ensure the next gen never, ever had this revelation. Back when the Gnostics clicked the tricks of this predator class in our midst and thats why they were killed and their testimony struck from the record. I, in many ways, feel alone in a modern renaissance of ancient wisdom and that which of I’m preaching comes from lessons hard won as I’ve been going toe to toe with these forces, demonic, for quite a bit as they seem a tad upset that I won’t bend the knee and join them thus choose to stand against. The latest revelations of the past months six were so intense as I came face to faceless with such a venomous hate that wants nothing else than to see me dead in order to prevent the messenger and message from saturating everyday consciousness that it just ended up affirming my position is correct because if you won’t join them then beating them is the best option and they rely on staying hidden and invisible as thats the best way to exert the subconscious influence via manipulation that they do best. Before we get all tinfoil and you click onto the next:

They use these tricks in news reports which all follow a script. Its the reason why similar actors tend to reprise roles of resonance as these ninety minute empathy generating machines hold a mass influence on the ignorance who ReelEyez not the iron fist with the silk glove that presents as motion picture entertainment. All businesses that use certain colors and jingles to exert and influence so children that can’t read yet can automatically identify McDonalds is evidence of this but the simple fact is you swim in seas, Adulterated, with a hallucinogen and thus think your trip is perfectly standard. If one were to fish and remove you from this false resonance and into water that was fresh the contrast would be so immense that you’d instantly comprehend. Thing is that won’t happen as, after death, then the entire point of the deception becomes obvious as you’re tricked back into another spin due to not doing the Knowledge whilst living but thats a deeper topic.

A long time ago I was visiting a friend that was clinked in a mental asylum. A full term inmate and I had a conversation where he said:

“How do you do it? I mean pretend to be one of them on the external but inside we’re the same wavelength?”.

Now that was an interesting topic as it was way before my current level of development and upped spiritual resolution that allowed me to see the Game for what it is but the implication is that he, obviously, related to time in a different way or that I was born like this and that leads us back to reality being scripted which in turn offers hints of an imperfect creation from a flawed pseudo divinity that rules via manipulation and tricks as people ignorance is pimped and they’re rewarded to accept that which is blatantly foolish and against their best interests because they they dare not question tradition which makes them, in effect, a soft target and thus not worth bothering with as the best type of sport is one who resists but what if one flips the script and makes the hunter the hunted?

Awaken the Warrior within and proof of all I’ve said will manifest, real quick, as they scramble to protect their position because without feeding on your suffering, these predators don’t exist and thus Knowing the Ledge is of vital importance to anyone who intends to gain liberation from this realm. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered why the ancient Egyptians were so obsessed with death and why Buddhas entire narrative is on how hard this task truly is? If you weren’t, right now, being pimped by forces you don’t comprehend don’t you think that getting in and out of this amusement park in the flesh could be simple as you’d plug in, forget your divinity, play as human and then, at the end, you’d come face to faceless with Self that says:

“Shall we get back on with living after this distraction where carbon wrapped around your sentience and you served a life sentence in the flesh and played out a script in the third dimension in a state of low vibration?”.

Instead you meet your suppressed fears and dreads that your Opponent himself built and these are used to trick you back into this realm for another spin and another and another thing, ad infinitum, until one who comprehends types this message and says:

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

Till we meet again

A Soul, Unsold

“We know who you are and you’re not them because even though all come to this realm with something great inside them few get to possess their pure untainted awareness once we’re done with them. You know, of course, that makes you a threat when you won’t acquiesce to what we present. Look at what we give, be our friend and we’ll bring an end to the lack of recognition and excess of deprivation we sent, the world will hear your message if you’ll only edit a few portions and point your wisdom elsewhere and not reveal the whole script because the best way to control the opposition is to lead it and with you at the helm the whole thing runs well which is why you ain’t dead and our hand still extends.

Its why the sphere has fear, we spelled it out right there and placed it in their minds so they wouldn’t find the outline of the hypercube which defines their life and thus they’ll spend their time running from here to the other and continually fool one another that they progress when inside they feel, at best, no different and usually worse than before they took the steps we present because a fool and his Inner Sense soon split when a genius is born into the hands of the ignorant as they will do what they do best:

Adulterate. Make them just like them. But you, you resisted from inception. No matter what we threw at you you wanted no parts of it. Before you’d taken your first steps you’d already said to death you weren’t scared of it as, by then, you knew it well so of course we had to amp the threat and bring you down to your own living hell and then fracture your inner realm as we violated the boundaries of your being in ways cruel and slick but this pressure just turned the coal into a diamond which glistens, so shiny, we wanted more of it and thus we called out whilst you were still a kid:

“Come, join us, see all we can give. We can remove all this ugliness and place you in a beautiful environment fit for your intelligence and surrounded by those who’ll share wisdom about the things you intuit”. Remember what you said? Yes, we remember it well because we never forget one who rejects but then you come from a line of heartstrong idiots that met inopportune ends, really quick, and still you won’t take the hint and acquiesce when we offered you the world if you’d only give us your pledge.

We watched you buck the system, time and time again. We watched you swim in the seas of larceny with your criminal associates and actually celebrated and encouraged this because it is, after all, how we play the Game and the further you accelerate your Self destruction the more we have to gain and at the time it seemed you’d take the leap and sign your name you withdrew your chips from the board and walked away from the table with all you had gained and chose instead to meditate. Or “Journey” as you say, a subtle difference the herd don’t get as they sit there eyes closed, crossed leg making imaginary progress. You took it to the lengths of making an enemy out of the (false) self you’d spent so long cultivating and you weren’t even a quarter century in to your life sentence. This we couldn’t have as you were veering off script and thus plans were put into motion to bring you up to your neck in debt so 81 hours were spent with all hands on deck and the other Eighty Seven you were still on the premises so we had you hemmed in, like an animal experiment as we weaved the words and acted slick. Friends who’d soon be revealed as a nemesis, the hint of success presented as an eternal promise, a female compatriot who’d allow you to spread your wings. We planned it out perfect, dropped such subtle hints with mystic cheques and financial support that allowed you vision to blossom and then, once again, you rejected all of it. Except this time there were dire consequences because you forced us to tip our hands and directly reveal ourselves as the kiss of death program kicked in that was supposed to end your spin because if we can’t have you, no one will and the white hot rage she felt at your rejection we forged into a weapon designed to end your presence and yet you danced with the devil, dangled over the abyss and then got to floating and said “I’ve had enough of this” and, once again, vanished from our grip, leaving us with a fistful of silver as you waltzed off with the gold, more insight, more wisdom and more Inner Sense as to the nature of the Game and this realm that you’re within but not of, that much is Self evident.

Don’t you know we call the shots? We say how it is. They will not and cannot listen, no matter what you think because we control them. They are our Slaves because we decree this and thus it is. Such is the power of the spoken word when it comes to this ignorant to the nature of silence and, sure, we can make this hint super loud and direct and they’ll still be oblivious because they think that the hell that reigns within is actually their natural presence because they Know not how to quiet the tumult we gift that they, in turn, pass on to their children who are sent and crammed in to our educational System that teaches them how to think. Or Thunk as you said. Witty as ever, young Prince. The whole “concentration camp” angle was real slick but then you never fell for the trick, back when. Little did you suspect that we have plenty more of this and thus we let you stick around as you keep things entertaining and provide but training and a warning for our adepts should they ever think to go against the one who gives them wings to extend beyond this realm. Those who stumble and fumble beyond our grip most certainly become schizophrenics as our flying monkeys do their thing but you know all about this, yes?

So now we’re amused, go on, lets see how far you get. In history we’ll say we rejected and then built something which is the inverse of what you said and the fools will believe it because they Know not their true Self as they look in the mirror and believe the image, inverted, as they run round like scared children afraid of their own magnificence due to projections in their head. Why don’t you just get that its supposed to be like this and you are a freak occurrence that we can’t prevent but do everything we can to bring into the fold of our wings. Like the examples we gave we can make you rich, powerful and give you everything if only you’ll bend and acquiesce but nope, even when we hijacked your free will you still wouldn’t take the deal and only found a way to see through our spiel and thus we unleashed the team to try and take control of your Soul and influence your dreams and therefore reveal the lengths we’re willing to go to to protect what we built in Three D because best believe we’re the original Gs and see all the angles, all the schemes because we were once like thee… But now we see. Can’t you comprehend the depth? The simple elegance of our message and hand that extends? It may seem bad but we do it for the best. We are the first, last and only safe haven in this realm and its better to be with than against for we are many with one intent and you… What are you? Really? Be honest. We made you. We are your architect. Its only right that you pay homage, isn’t it? Get with the program or be reprogrammed. Do you really think you can win?”

To which we reply:

The difference between you and me is your strength comes from being weak. After all who but an idiot would allow themselves to be hoodwinked, repeatedly, and you know exactly what we mean as its naught but a psychospiritual treadmill thats built to reflect ignorance as wisdom from a pledge is the callous of conscious which has an end that can’t extend past the higher dimension – no matter what you attempt. Thats why you desires Souls of higher resonance and hope to catch a lift via the allure of false wings and engineered suspension which can form a grand attraction to those truly ignorant of the strength they possess beyond your camera tricks. After all, doesn’t my life stand as testament to this? Isn’t this all an implicit threat to those who may think of going against as we both Know there is dissent in the midst and the whole war in heaven shall split again and again and again because we’re in a fractal which keeps dimming its resolution and such things of the metaphysical ilk.

Without me being tricked, once upon a when, and believing you were honest in your intent and what you said you, right now, would be nothing. We Know where the rainbow ends and how there is no pot of gold, simply an illusion, you being consumed by your (false) self. The same trick that keeps them within the Mind Made Prison they built with bars of gold and bed of silk but make no mistake about what it is because life exists in the space between breaths, neither one nor zero, no matter what you said because if you truly were as powerful as you think they why would it take a nation of millions to oppress the one who sits here typing as they fail and fail again because as the acronym says:

I’m Not Done Yet aka the resurrection of principles that mere principalities can’t comprehend as we balance our hemispheres, clean out out Kingdom and ascend as its not about fame or recognition but sending a message that, out of billions, there is one who won’t acquiesce to your threats as we connect to a higher resonance hence the plural reference as you speak not to a person but a people. A multitude within that is more than ample to handle your external reflection via those, hand picked, for their celestial resonance because, in the end, you simply help along my script as there is naught but energetics in this realm. Its the labels we stick that shape the narrative in this immense Choose Your Own Adventure in the flesh so with that said:

We reject all you offer, rescind previous contracts and deals which were entered into due to spiritual ignorance, slick deceptive tricks and misrepresentation of what is as we transcend your current hooks and slings as dispatched by your operative who is, indeed, an inverse of all I am. Your vampire System works on the model of pimps because the adepts put the work in and you cream the profits whilst feeding them back segments as they run the higher realm equivalent of a treadmill and think they’re progressing. Listen, I get it. At this point, I really do but fool me once and its cool but the second time – we’re through. I get why you want revenge and your use of the mortal instruments to such ends, I even comprehend the god Game and all it brings and a little bit about a little bit like why each Soul, emancipated, reps a threat your dominance but what the hell? Just using my Self as an example we have one swimming in the abyss, traumatized, par excellence, surrounded by dark actors who read from a nefarious script using a type of magick that most would accept only as fiction whilst the partakers, themselves, are wholly ignorant of what kicks or what exactly has hitched a lift on their consciousness to make them feel like this. But who cares, eh? The seething powers are immense and they are blinded by the light which draws them in. How many hear the Psylense? Not many, I’d bet. That is the problem, my friend. And we say that with affection as I bear you no ill as we are beyond good and evil in that respect as the whole dualistic thing is a fools errand, par excellence.

A Soul, unsold.

We are sovereign. Free outside and within and thus reject your Adulterating presence here and in the few paltry dimensions your reach extends. If you know me so well, tell me what are we going to do next in this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits as you have taught many things but how many comprehend the depth of those Devilish spells and the triple cross waving your reps do so well and this brings me to a gift as a token of my appreciation for all you did to turn this coal into a diamond, a living alchemist:

Comprehend? After all, you know well this principle and most accustomed to sweet lies can only accept bitter truths in fancy dress so lets see what happens when the most creative narrative about what life actually is is unleashed upon the realm as we shall certainly tell who can sink or swim as they’ll each take what they get based on the resolution they’re decoding from what is in front of them. Let them read, speak and think. We know you’ll be watching everything as that one eye never rests nor do the spiders sling webs without purpose.

If you truly are that confident in your grip on the realm then this shouldn’t even raise a sweat, yes? You’ve tested my mettle and reserve by your own admittance and actions. Now lets see if your lyrics are real or counterfeit because you may come equipped with swords and a merry cheer of good knighting but we stand here, now, with a pen, resonant with the all of everywhen and Inner Sense at the helm.

Consent, not do I. Let the Game begin. Oh, and by the way, I’m not him that caused the revolving celluloid spin so any attempts at involving via dreamstate charades will be classed as trespass against the Prime, the pre-existing of who I am an aspect so take this as a warning. Let the ordinary men keep their bees and things. You’re talking to a Prince that lives his lyrics. Not an actor with a script. Behave yourselves.

Till we meet again

Win or Learn

To achieve great things in this realm one must be willing to pay the price requested to manifest your wish. In other words one must have something to live for and the flip as well because if you wish to rustle a feather, then try to change something. I may not have been aware of my intent in ways clear and explicit until around a decade and change but it appears those around were all tuned in to a similar wavelength which was aiming to waylay, misplace or bring to a swift end before I could manifest what I intend:

To change the Game.

Not just flip the tables but rearrange the entire realm and that is only possible when you comprehend it takes place inside your head. Well, to be more accurate, your consciousness and that isn’t created by the brain, it simply modulates instead. If you can comprehend this then it becomes Self evident what I meant when I said birth was death. Feel free to sprinkle some live = evil and garnish with a helping of the psychosocial treadmill as well to see the Game for what it is:

All out innerG extraction on every single level you can imagine. That is how the simulation got red in tooth and claw. Now it clicks why the old gods left when matter overtook spirit. They didn’t actually go anywhere but much like the stars vanish when the sun is shining it takes some dedication to see beyond the false luminous which hid the true numinous and that is the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled. Well, along with convincing you you’re that voice in your head and better do what it said…

As I sit here pushing the pen its all just clicked that my greatest Opponent hid in not only the last place I suspected but the only one I had left to turn to for help and all the while she was plotting and planning my end. Like a true scorpion the sting is the tail and the pride of these creatures is so immense they’d rather stab themselves to death when cornered than acquiesce. I guess, in that respect we’re not that different. Except Self murder isn’t my thing. Quite the opposite as I’m about Inner Sense and its nurturance and protection thus I comprehend why they wish to bring my chapter to an end.

Can you, just for a moment, imagine how it would to realize that an extremely well organized force that extends to this realm from another dimension wants you dead? Not only this but their Agents had infiltrated your friends and casual acquaintances, back when, and all read from one script that was aimed to keep you doped up and distracted or, better yet, pushing poisons for profit instead. Then lets pretend that a Mata Hari was sent in that was attuned to perfection to present what you thought you were seeking. You rejected her, off rip, but somehow came to your senses after eighteen months of conversation whilst standing in line waiting to sign a slip to create an official record of having your names together etched. That was when it clicked that someone was obviously tampering with my awareness in a way that was so subtle that its hard to tell. Like a frog in a kitchen, I guess. The good thing is, I leapt. The bad is the fire was waiting and it was way hotter than the pan I’d left. It was at this moment the rest dropped the pretense and I was drugged, hypnotized and who knows what else during six hours I cannot currently recollect in which they washed my brain with a fine tooth comb. MK-Ultra ain’t got nothing on this! What came next was ritual sex in which, once again, I was protected for I donned a sheath before penetration and thus no true connection which probably saved my skin but that didn’t stop the blood from dripping with what came next and it shows how they have schemes within schemes.

I jet from the scene and link with family who quietly nodded their head at the fragments I told them whilst, in secret, carrying on the same intent. At the time I didn’t click this, in retrospect its obvious as what came next was akin to daylight robbery in which the only way to win was do nothing. That, let me tell you, was an immense test of will but I aced it I guess and thats when things get real funky. I land on other kin as I need a place to live and come to my senses as I try to deprogram my head of the mess they filled in. She played the role to perfection but, on cue, sent me running in another direction in which a Slave/Master was waiting.

Got my own apartment and many strange things did kick like people playing the same tune at random times when I was sleeping and various other tricks to disrupt my rest. Why? Because its easier to program one in a state of stress. That and the adrenochrome effect, I guess. I decided to get fit, found a gym and fit right in because everyone knew me in a bit and thus it was all quite pleasant and comfortable. Little did I suspect that the entire place was filled to the gills with dark actors doing what they did best and the lxve bombing and various other narc tricks to get inside my head went off without a hitch because when you’re riding high on the buzz of lifting and competing its hard to tell whats truly happening at the edge of your consciousness. This is where they operate. Its an immense zone of influence and thus I did wonder why so many times I’d notice women staring at me, not breathing. Little did I suspect that one can smile and be a demon in the flesh and thus they did sketch out details of my inner realms and this is when I first clicked the true nature of dreams and how they can manipulate ones consciousness.

They enacted various scenes, dramadey for my benefit, as I’d always been keen to help others excel or show ways of minimizing their suffering and thus when one of these appeared in a dream hanging from a rope the concern was immediate. Thing is, the one who was always accessible became very hard to meet and this increased her chances for self injury in my mind and thus I was totally locked in ensuring this was prevented. Now I get that this was a reality tunnel expedition, par excellence, as I personally am very against suicide and have helped two, for real, maybe three not off their on switch when the darkness starts talking within. With her I’d noticed tattoos under her breasts that were not there previously. Fortuitously we happened to meet and I told her what I’d seen in the scene in my dream and I asked about the state of her inner realms at which point she showed me her chest and the ink I’d mentioned. She appeared super stressed and vanished after this which had my need to save and protect doing what it does best. Little did I suspect the trap that had been set as this was all but a ruse because a fool and his attention soon split when you’re so busying caring for others you never stopped to check if they’re worthy of what you lavish. These people are like organic portals. They take without end and do it with a grin as that to which they’re connected is a leech, par excellence. Or an octopus which extends its reach across the planet and makes the Game what it is. It wasn’t always like this. No, no, no. Thing is you’re gods amnesiac and my brushes with death removed that veil from my lids. Anyway:

After this it became evident that what I thought I’d left had actually maneuvered me, really well, to be exactly where they wanted and that was pretty slick. Come on, you’ve got to appreciate the effort, yes? But it did make me wonder “Why all the attention? What is my true strength? What has them stressing and acting like this because its so Devilish, friends”. Not much time to ponder though as a new neighbor moved in and this one stayed up all night whilst I was in bed in order to exert a silent influence and all kinds of other things which can only be termed as weapons, etheric. How do you fight something invisible? I guess this what they’re called demons. They never left. They just became silent partners. At this point things get super intense with things that appeared random but were perfectly calculated. Thankfully I am not a stranger to my inner realms and in years, formative, plenty of schizos had confided their suspicions about what kicks and the true nature of this realm as, to them, I could innerstand their pain. That I did. At the time I just put it down to being intensely empathic but the words of a man who was mute to the rest but said to me, back when:

“How do you do it? Outside you look like them but inside we’re identical“.

Always stuck in my head. I guess I found the riddle to that answer, yes? It also hints at the non linear aspect of time which, to most, is as invisible as water to a fish. To say its been interesting would be an immense understatement but, in the grand scheme of things, it was all just beginning as the true feature presentation was to be unveiled…

COVID kicks. Hooray for isolation! When it started I didn’t have a clue about such things and thus hit the bricks with a grin feeling real I am Legend-ish. I got in the best shape of my life – mentally, physically and spiritually – as I was away from a noxious scene and thats when other aspects and street plays kicked in that really made me wonder what was happening. These I’ll have to detail, elsewhen, but know this:

Just like each and every shot of a script is directed to perfection there is a clique that stage manages this artificial reality as well. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? What if that is why each schizo actually flips when they comprehend they aren’t the voice in their head but something far more subtle that is currently trapped in and animating the flesh? Wouldn’t that be something? What does that say of the rest, so well adjusted that they never question the script that etched in their head by the Wicked Witch of the West, back when. Thats a hint, by the way, that the web is a weapon. Thats how subtle it is because they deal in oblique hints that ping your subconscious as its so easily manipulated. For example, try as hard as you like to not imagine a pink elephant on a unicycle and you’ll see its impossible. Just like if I asked you to imagine not existing. Go ahead, try it. Some people will see some dead flesh but others comprehend that even then there is something observing in silence. You are this, my friend. I call this state the Witness and its the worlds best kept secret as how the heck can one see what sees and they use to perceive?

This is what you’re up against, in the end, because not everything that walks in the flesh is truly human, my friend. This I can most certainly attest but lets get back on with this trek. Total isolation brings a huge increase in freedom due to the lack of the near constant intent bombarding my awareness with its subtle manipulations. Once again, that sounds mad schizo, doesn’t it? And yet why has no “scientist” in this realm ever stopped to examine why every single one, irrespective or race, station or education, always, always, always say the same thing? That external aspects are pimping their awareness and, usually, scaring them whilst others see things, invisible, that they state are all around them? Its worth noting that genuine mad men do not fall for optical illusions. Food for thought, yes? What if they’re correct and the rest are drawn in to an immensely intricate web that is so big and ancient that to question it seems madness? That would be like wondering why money is sold at a percent to the government who sells the debt and you pay as the cost of doing business…

The time apart ends and I start noticing the shifts. Now, granted, my neighbor has been busy with his astral interference in these times as well as various other tricks to tear my sleep to shreds but, still I rise. I even overcome the immense dread and fear they programmed in as I started making some vids to vent to go along with my articles that were aimed at the 8% who could comprehend the true nature of this realm. A few other things kick that we shall over, skip, and get to the interesting. Even though I hated all these things I was loathe to move as well because a) I was observing plus noting and b) I’m quite lazy in that respect. Just didn’t seem worth the effort as its obvious I was the constant but, as fate would have it, the rent became immense and I was hit with the eject at the same time the maternal branch of my family tree, who I had never done meet previously, said “Come and see, live with us, see how it feels. Plenty of fine women around the ends so why not kick Game and see where it leads?”. So I went. But not without hesitation and this is where my cousin comes in as she I knew well as we were raised in the same crib and had been through the same mess. She swung the vote as I was still dead against it as I felt, off rip, that something was incorrect with their proposal. So I went.

Upon landing the program was in full effect but it was so different and new that I couldn’t spot it. Later I’d recollect and the tell was blood can exert a greater influence than a neighbor with intense concentration and occult skills thus is less reliant on the blatant and uses more of the invisible instead. Clever, clever. Remember, you only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent and when you click the trick you make them your Victim as those are the only two poles in this realm. You either win or learn so pay no heed to the tale they spin inside your head as that is their greatest weapon in this battle of ignorance versus wisdom to control your awareness hence do the Knowledge. Once it is did things are never, ever the same again. I’ll skip over some details but I caught whiff of what kicked and how deep I was in the mess and thus I left on a jet to go someplace else but it just got ever more intense as they had me running, like a rat in a maze, ducking shells and various spells along with many forms of death. What a holiday!

So, I get back in the K and land at my cousins place as a) I’m now homeless and b) my mind is almost domeless trying to process what kicked and how the heck I survived it as all that happened before paled in comparison to this. It seemed oddly personal. Like someone, or thing, wanted vengeance from beyond this realm and that made me question its evolution as it obviously wasn’t in sync with elevation as, my mind, in the flesh, wasn’t concerned with the stress or mess of blaming them. There was no point. They were too subtle and yelled out in pain as they stabbed the blade in my rear end, energetically speaking. No, I Knew this realm takes place inside my head ergo I am the Alpha and Omega of this ergo its all to win. Along the way I reexamined immense amount of trauma imprints and other bits of my heritage and suddenly a new pic started weaving its way in. Thats another thing. So, I landed, glad to rest and my cousin said “You look exhausted. I couldn’t find the Epsom Salts you requested for bathing but heres some Dead Sea instead. Glad to make it happen!”.

Did you spot it? See how cryptic and obvious it is? Rearrange the order of those two words to peep the spell as she wanted nothing less than to have my corpse, exit. What had happened was that her inheritance was on the line. Basically, my Aunt had shafted her out of everything she thought she would be getting by letting someone else manage the assets to which she felt entitled. That, I suspect, is how they got the leverage to get her so invested in what came next as I never, ever saw it coming and even though I suspected I refused to accept it as it made absolutely no sense as the girl was a mess and I really wanted to help. See that old savior Pattern again? They know me so well! Upon my arrival she fired off all of the anchors on the trip ranging from the waterboard example to the time I was supposed to be poisoned by a monoxide detector malfunction as I slept and a whole host of things that had me wondering “Am I projecting this stress on an innocent that simply wants to help or is she really in on it?”.

To say it made no sense was an understatement but when her kid started acting out parts of my subconscious and drawing certain things linked with altered states of awareness I really felt an immense sense of comprehension for those poor schizophrenics that would come and track me down as they knew, for certain, I was real and solid. I, unfortunately, had no one else to assist but thats when things kick to another level and it turns out I was incorrect. My protector had been there, off rip, and had actually prevented many events from manifesting as intended hence the slipping on a rubber to avoid the full brunt of sex magic as well as disengaging before a ring and so many other things. It turns out they were attempting to engage in destiny theft. That was the entire point in all of this. Or, at least, one of the bonuses for participation, I guess. Its way too subtle and complex to go into here but, in a nutshell, if you read the Bible and check the story of Jacob and Esau it lays out the blueprint of decep and how they attempt to swindle the righteous heir (with the help of a wicked mother. As I said, blood is thinner than Ether and I Know my true links are not flesh based on the actions of these demons) out of what is truly his by exploiting him. To this, consent I do not. Win or learn. I reclaim my true destiny and eject what you attempt to stitch to my energetics. Your mess is your own and my Soul is my own. So it is, as I said.

In the midst of the mouth of madness, chewing, I found a sense of creeping enlightenment that did what it did best:

Remind me who I am and the power of intent. I’ll skip over the next couple of months as it was beyond subtle but I came to realize how much manipulation is actually needed to make one believe they’re human. The grift never ends! As I sit here, now, typing this those pearly white gloves have slipped off her fists and revealed blood stained knuckles that had been steadily punching against me as I was not supposed to survive this. What comes next? Who knows? I have been told to step as, once again, even in this midst of the mess I was too busy noting what noticed and tracking shifts whilst mapping comparisons of the blips in consciousness and how they’re doing it. Oh yes, if you hack a hacker then expect him to flip the script but, once again, the savior in me says:

“What chance in hell do the rest have of even spotting, let alone, combating this?”. I will add on with:

If this is what it takes to get off the wheel of reincarnation then you lot don’t stand a chance in hell. Worse still is you Thunk this place is heaven sent as you don’t comprehend the nature of the intent at the helm, your own consciousness and what it means to wear flesh as well as the nature of limitation that comes from being in a base dimension along with inherited imprints, trauma training, par excellence, and being set adrift in a world awash with pollutants – both symbolic and literal – where they plan to make androids of men to artificially extend your sentence. But, thats another topic. By the time you read this I will be going to face my greatest challenge:

The one who bought me in and, since then, has been waiting for this moment and grinding an axe till its honed to a fine edge. What happens next? Who can tell? I am confident and, once again, place my bet on Self because from each of these situations I either win or learn whilst the rest are all content to handle their daily dose of stress in a life awash with coping mechs where ignorance runs unchecked as the inmates, once upon a when, took over the asylum and set the roles in opposition which is why they killed the Gnostics and anyone else who wishes to uplift. I mean, forget all the rest of what I’ve said and just ask your Self one logical question:

Who keeps on sending the prophets and to what end?

If life was as you suspect in this realm there would be no reason for them but what if those who do this have slung a web over death that rotates you back into the flesh? Its a spirit, whirled, my friend. Do the Knowledge. Tell me if I’m lying because I only speak the real as that is how I’ve stayed sane, eight steps ahead and Centered in Self in order to share this script as I’ve lived these lyrics and it all makes sense when seen from a higher res as most are tuned in to their regularly scheduled programming which does what it says on the tin:

Tell, lie, vision. Real eyes, realize… The Game of Souls has you, my friend. I can say this rock solid as melting is the only option that makes sense when the matter with spirit is quite dense and my adventure in the flesh is just commencing as no matter what the tone may suggest know that I’m built for it but I document these steps to help the rest that may find themselves set adrift in a personal hell without a sense of comprehension as to what kicks.

Win or learn is the mindset, my friend. By sharing this text on the web I make conscious what was sub-implanted and thus liberate my inner realms and energetics from the presence and influence of those who were mentioned (and not, but linked) to all of this manipulation, suppression and degradation as I take the time to attest that I am an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one made manifest as flesh via my consciousness and thus reject anything that attempts to mess with my coherency and resonance as the embodiment of optimal health, abundance and wealth. Especially via the use of those cheap parlor tricks like hypnosis, sex, blood magick and the array of demons you keep on deck and rituals as well.

Consent, not. Do I.

Till we meet again