If you were to take away his ray of light, his chance of salvation, his all and everything you do you think he’d be reacting? Quite angry, yes? And yet this is exactly what he needs, truly what he seeks and doing so may allow him to swim and when he gets back to the beach it becomes so obvious and his heartfelt thanks for efforts you put in to his liberation are finally appreciated, after all that kicking and screaming to keep his defense mechs in check, doing what they do best. See how wicked this is, my friend? How its all been set up so well as its literally the oldest and best trick in the book:
See how it works? Its all an options and the first one to a childs mind, wins. This is why I’ve said that Slaves beget Slaves because they live and die along the path of least resistance whereas Warriors engender the same values in their seeds as they instruct them the Path of Power is within and thus they side step the schism or watch it from a distance. In the world, not of as was previously mentioned.
Many people are simply incapable of being unplugged. Won’t happen. Their bones are as stiff as their ways of thinking and, for them, a life without their Opponent is something they cannot even envision because he is not only them but also their savior as well and all they’ve invested in. Its akin to reliving the initial trauma of the explosion that wracked their fortress and that was a fate worse than death that birthed their protective mechs that said “In the scaffolding we trust” and, pretty soon, they forget the rest. Children detect it well but don’t have the language or methods to resist due to the immense powers of resonance and the fact their parents are numb from the neck down and can’t feel their anguish and resistance to being shoved into the school System. Soon they forget because, like frogs in boiling water, they’re lulled in before the heat clicks. By the time they’ve got that exceedingly symbolic mortar board on their head its quite evident they’ve been well prepped for a life of miserable distraction and semi total inaction when it comes to Self actualization.
Don’t get me wrong, some people don’t mind it. Even if they had the option for the alternate they’d pick the Mind Made Prison as its more comfortable when everyone is doing it and they like to relate and fit in. See how insidious this is? Its like we’re up against something that knows all of our inherent weakness and needs then weaponizes them via the use of symbols and edicts along with various tools of oppression that most dare not question for fear of being thought a heretic, infidel and or schizophrenic as well. Its why every religious cult on the planet has a hard core clan of rejects that freed the living spirit of what was said from the rigid letters of the law of the text many accept but few comprehend. They did the Knowledge. My way is more personal because it offers a different framework we can all comprehend and that is of a Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits because we’ve seen the immense advances in tech where it went from Pong to entirely fake worlds with VR specs that offer immense levels of immersion. Take that evolution and compound it for a hundred generations and the Simulation Hypothesis becomes exceedingly probable. But even that is just a half explanation, really, because its nothing to do with new modeling old but far more about vibrations and resonance because the past is always present and the future is based on what happens. In that respect time is the greatest trick and, once again, the hint is shown when you flip the rite because your eyes obviously emit something because when you sleep at night those visions are speaking behind closed lids ergo you were never born, can’t die and thus are just visiting. In the world, not of it, comprehend?
Take your hands and align them in the posture known as prayer as you ponder this:
This is the state I call Inner Sense. This is when the outer influence is subject to whats within as that realizes the potency and power of the primacy of consciousness that it is. Unfinite. This is why I said we’re all born Warriors when we step in as its out natural state of resonance to be Centered in Self. Notice how natural it feels, how effortless. Its like a bridge that connects both sides of your awareness is now present in correct and there is a party happening in your chest as the denizens get on down to the rhythm of living. Now I’d like you to spin the fingers of one hand so they point in the opposite direction. The palms are still connected, so at least thats something. The digits are all opposed and no longer connecting. This is Adulteration and it brings an immense feeling that something is missing. That bridge I mentioned previously gets blown up by this resonance and, worse still, those party people within become living hostages as they’re crammed into one hemisphere of your head where they are force fed a diet of images and sentences based on outer influence that says “When you have that, this and them then you’ll be happy, rich and accepted. Until then, you’re worthless” as well as the all time favorite “You are born deficient and inherently evil and will burn in hell should ye dare to indulge your whims” as well as various other remixes. They all have one thing in common though:
By any means, prevent the optimal alignment. Why? Because then the devil, your Opponent, the greatest enemy humanity has never seen ceases to exist. Spin your palms back again. This is a state of resonance that I call Inner Sense which can’t help but strengthen the fortress within that is the flesh and its Three Kingdoms (head, chest, abdomen – all do their own type of thinking and bring their own wavelength of intelligence and coherence to your imperience). If you don’t know this or lack the gnosis its because you’ve never done the Knowledge and thus are a stranger to Self aka Adulterated. Put your hands back in the opposite position for a moment:
Take those fingers opposite and grip the wrists of the hand their holding and then keep on digging in. Now imagine this habit became unconscious after a lifetime of investment. Congratulations, you’ve just realized the true cause of arthritis and why schizophrenics never manifest this particular form of sickness because their palms are not only not connected but they also have no grip whatsoever on most of anything and thus their awareness it totally nebulous. In that respect if they could learn how to Center in Self it would present a perfect solution but the reason this option isn’t invested in by so called health professionals is the Souls that would come walking back through the doors of perception as afforded by madness would have an entirely different blueprint about the place we’re living and whats truly happening and that reps a threat to the parasite which protects the investments you possess in the concepts it handed to your awareness at times impressionable and have remained unchecked.
Grasping that alone is enough to make one flip their lid because the scale of this is so immense and the deception so effective that anyone who questions it must be a madman. And yet, can you deny anything I’ve said? Read it back again. Have a real life conversation with a friend on said topic and you’ll see the nature of the brick you grip with your hands in odd positions and why it feels like the you within is not the same as others get to Witness. Its all due to the schism. This division. The battle of Adulteration vs Inner Sense. 8 billion Souls who are little more than living hostages and, worse still, will die (and kill) to protect their captive status. Thats how effective the mind control is and it comes at you from every angle without relenting, Twenty Four/Seven. Ain’t that something?
And yet the question is if they need so many sneaky tricks and methods of manipulation to keep one childs Inner Sense in check then how powerful must be truly be within? Most are scared to even glimpse and thus will live and die without so much as a sniff of their actualized potential as they wait to head off to heaven or wherever else was promised after a living a life that was closer to hell than they’re willing to acknowledge. Then there us, the 8%, the Warriors who think that get free or thrive trying is a better modus operandi for this mission because death is the greatest illusion to those who step into this confusion and come to Earth to serve a life sentence and its from the Path of Power that I push the pen and share this perspective and send it to your resonance in order to inspire you to look within and consider the investments you’ve made, since back when, and if they’re actually working or if it would be better to get neuroplastic and upgrade your OS because they offer to stick the silicon in and make it so that your Soul can’t find the exit for the next few levels of this Game we’re all playing but only a few comprehend its true meaning.
You, right now, at this very moment are the main recipient of so many illusions that if you clicked the various facets that are spun together to create something which seems so solid but actually has a far more ephemeral basis the only sane response you’d beget is becoming schizophrenic. If you handled this immense influx of voltage you’d be well on your way to becoming a mystic and, no, that doesn’t mean just because you took a few trips with a guy who spent a week with a used tire salesman turned “shaman” (or maybe “sham man” be more accurate?) in the jungle during your “Getting to know yourself” phase before you came back to your suburban ensconcement that you know what I’m saying.
By this I don’t mean the exceedingly suspicious circumstances surrounding the death of an idol because everyone knows that if they want they’ll murder you on primetime, celebrate and get away with it as they laugh all the way to the bank with the publishing. Did you know that its worse for your health and safety being a singer than it is a copper in a town filled with problems? Speaks volumes, doesn’t it? Married to the mob, as they say. Ain’t nothing but an MCA thing, baby!
And by that I mean Money, Corruption and Addiction. The three headed beast thats felled many celebs and plenty of common men as well. But, that isn’t the topic, just a meandering diversion as we return to our scheduled deprogramming.
See, everyone is riding this rollercoaster. Most don’t realize it. There are ups and downs, thrills and spills with some chills and a few other bits you may live to regret or wish you’d die rather than Witness. Some folks get run ragged, many hold on with a tight grip. There are a few that get it, offer no resistance and instead raise their arms as it whips them around from that way to this as they realize they are entirely powerless to influence whats happening because the tracks were laid before they stepped in. Then we have the schizophrenic who, arguably, gets the worst of both worlds and serves the harshest life sentence on the planet. All because a part of him rejects what was wrapped around his sentience. I’m going to let you into a little secret:
For some reading a penny didn’t just drip, drop its way into the depths but instead the jackpot was hit and it all makes sense why society exiled the outsane like it did. Someone else will comment “Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. You’re telling me that nobody, none of these with science, skills and cred managed to detect the fact that every single true schizophrenic in the world, no matter their race, space, position or heritage all said the same thing about something they don’t know is putting thoughts in their head and not one of these well paid people with references out the wazoo thought it was worth examining? What the F?”.
Yes. That is exactly what I’m saying. The silence is deafening but you can’t hear it anyway due to how much the tills ring for antipsychotic medicines. Fifteen billion last year. Let that sink in. Someone, someplace has more than a vested interest in this. Could it be the self same people are also the ones pedaling the illusion of this dimension aka those who built the rollercoaster you’re riding? Would it add to the case I’m presenting if I mentioned those folks were also influential in the strange deaths of celebs that never get fully investigated (no matter how suspicious or ridiculous), the crucifixions of prophets (from whom they then generate profits, immense) as well as being the “They” which are reffed when the so called schizophrenic screams “They are out to get me!” before being bodyslammed, straight jacketed and depot injected in order to ensure he sits there quietly drooling on himself and is being not so stealthily operant conditioned to zip his crazy lip. Or would that make me seem like a lunatic that is worse than all of them combined as you flit, that way and this, on your own personal rollercoaster that you are fully invested in, believe is the real thing and, get this, are absolutely convinced and certain that you have free will. Excuse me for a moment.
I had to pick myself up off the ground as I fell laughing from my chair even thinking about that ridiculous premise. How about a simple test, real obvious, that proves you have absolutely zero free will. No special equipment needed but the results are obvious. Ready, playa one? For the next one minute and thirty eight seconds I want you to think about absolutely nothing. Go!
How did you fare? Did you past the test? No? What a shame! Want to try again? Why do you think you failed? Better yet, riddle me this:
If your thoughts, at their most basic, are your most intimate and private imperience of this realm and you simply cannot make them do as you wish for what amounts to less than a blink of an eye in comparison to a day then who is truly in charge and who simply believes they are as part of a vast illusion? Did you see that? Thats the roller coaster, my friend.
Really unpack what I just said. Its a universe in a grain of sand moment, if it clicks. If not its just a pointless thought experiment you should edit from your consciousness and go back to spinning a wheel that isn’t connected to anything, like Maggie in the Simpsons, whilst convincing yourself you’re doing it real big and decide where things move as you direct the action. And yet, you have stone cold evidence, empirical and verifiable, that you can’t even direct your consciousness for ninety seconds. Who is really crazy in this equation?
This is why the Warrior declares war on the (false) self from a view of higher consciousness (aka gnosis) whilst the schizo does the same but attempts to fight on their terrain, using their labels and their tools which, often, doesn’t work out well for them…
For the so called mad man it can be quite harrowing because they are bolted to something that is falling apart around them. Worse still is when the ride starts fracturing it does it in ways unpredictable but there is a part of the algorithm which sings “The head bones connected to the neck bone, the neck bones connected to the spinal column” except the components it requests are missing so instead it conjures hellish visions like “The arm bones connected to the someone long gone who is now back and talking to you like a friend who is just melted into the face of the devil himself is connected to your cerebellum, the cerebellum interacts in fields of resonance with your amygdala which is fracturing due to the immense amounts of stress as the radio sends a message tailored to you in this specific moment” etc etc.
How would you like to be part of that ride? Sounds pretty hellish, yes? What if they see the demons you never suspected? What if we’re actually dead (to our real lives) and came here in the flesh to serve out a life sentence in something that wraps limitation around your sentience then terrifies you into boredom? What then? What if their major malfunction is actually a huge clue about a conspiracy immense that uses a form of tech so ancient its advanced and totally indistinguishable from magic? Now we’re in the realm of the mystic and its a whole different Game we’re playing because they see it has not one, not two but three halves. You’re not in Kansas any more, Toto!
“The logical fallacy is connected to the improbable theory cooked in your dome” said the one sipping a cup of jav as the roller, coasts, and spills it all over his coat, yet he carries on oblivious. Why not got back and test that ninety second challenge for your Self before you start paying rent for the castle in the sky you moved into after graduation. Haven’t you ever wondered why you can’t see the pavement? I’ve got to hand it to them, the illusion is so big, so vast, that it escapes your attention by confounding its presence with the grip of that which only seems solid if you’re within. In that respect the mystic is akin to one watching someone play a theme park simulation. The feeling of power for this controller, operator, designer – call it what you wish, they’re simply shuffling pixels to create nodes of resonance into which conscious is fed like a marble moving along a track, constructed – is immense. They are, quite literally, the gods of this realm. Its a for profit thing. The Game of Souls is a business and from popping out the womb to the entombing the take home is booming.
Yes. Yes it is. Exactly this. The above is an example of what many, the well adjusted the to social sickness, the ones who never questioned how the voice in their head can be them when its obvious they are whats listening to it never stopped to ponder because it wasn’t part of their curriculum. Thunking, I call it. Its like thinking but less creative as said incumbents can only rearrange the same handful of concepts in ways predictable. Hint, hint, thats why they call it “Out of the box” thinking but it only happens to those who realize their encapsulation and commoditization aka being strapped into the roller coaster of illusion that tells them what is and isn’t in accordance with the whims of who? Hmm, who could it be? Could it be the same agents of mystery that own all of everything and hold you hostage as they charge for each step in this realm and tells you its freedom? Nah, it can’t be. Can it?
“How do you manage to stay so calm knowing this and being able to express your Self in a way lucid and cogent?” said a man they would have labeled mad, had they caught him. Thankfully for him he managed to evade the usual traps that come with acting like he’d flipped his lid because he kept his mouth shut and didn’t mention a thing about the things he was saying as the nursery rhyme machine in his head drew crazy links that left him perplexed. He maintained by drawing. The images were often horrific. He never showed them to anyone in case they started asking questions. I told him:
“This is my art. The application of creative skill to capture the waves of energetic imprints that are bouncing around my consciousness”.
“Yeah, I get that but you stand on it. If told people “Well, yes, this piece is my old school teacher from class Three D that actually had this huge black beast, demon type things that was blind but smelled fear as it extended from her spinal column and controlled her actions without her being aware” they’d think its fiction. Sure I could dress it up as this, say its just an interpretation of a childs imagination but the risk is too big. Too big” he said, with a glance, furtive. “I know what they do to madmen. No way out once they have you in their grip. No thanks, I’d rather stay Self medicating and keep it all quiet”.
For him he’d developed a method that was quite intelligent and got him through his teens with relative ease as it allowed him to tamp in the worst of the symptoms and this personalized on/off switch ensured he could sense the moments when his cognitive cheese was sliding off the cracker of his subconscious:
Nicotine gums, cigarettes and patches along with secret blend of vitamins and minerals, with some Taurine thrown in, as and when needed. NAC on the reg, in pretty hefty doses, also helped as did CBD which is cannabis without the high times you’d expect. “I’m starting to suspect that what they call schizophrenia is actually some type of systemic inflammation. Like something is rejecting a metabolic process of influence that shouldn’t be present. What did you call it again?”.
“The spiritual immune system”.
“Yes, yes, thats it. When I heard you talk about it to that other guy I knew my suspicions were correct. You were obviously off your head, decoding a totally different wavelength and yet nobody seemed to notice. Made me hopeful. That and some of the stuff you said really made sense. A spiritual immune system. It really is quite perfect”.
The guy in question had enough foresight and intuition to catch what what kicked before it slipped and was wise enough to keep his symptoms to himself. He also had the net, access to supplements and was more than willing to imperiment as he didn’t fancy being picked up and dumped in the cuckoos next. That and his art as well.
“Its odd but when I’m painting its like there is nothing stopping the madness and the impressions are just pouring. They’re captured. On the canvas. Better than being in my head but that can also make me manic as I’ll stay at it for days on end. That “Recognize the nursery rhyme and switch it to internal sensations” was straight up genius. That really helped so thanks for sharing it but its a hard battle some days”.
“If you could flick a switch and ride the rollercoaster like the rest would you pick that option?”.
“Now? I’d say no. Not a chance. Its way too interesting. There are things most don’t suspect that exert influence from where they’d never expect. Take spiders, for example. They broadcast a wavelength which says “Fear!” and you do. I’ve actually had some great conversations with them before because when they realize you won’t shift they seem to be quite intelligent which really makes me wonder what is acting through them. Same with dogs. The dogs inner realm is pure chaos when his master isn’t present. They need that resonance in order to truly be themselves. Its a pretty interesting relationship and whilst many feel it they refuse to think of the deeper meaning because everything is aware, everything is sentient. Look, look at this” he pointed at a crystal on his desk. “Sometimes this sings but only when I’m in the same frame of mind as it and that makes me think “Did I make that happen or was it always occurring and I just tuned in?”.
“You know, once upon a when, twice actually to be more accurate but different occasions, I was in some deeply altered states of awareness as I was Journeying inside my consciousness. Everything was cool until I noticed this irritating buzz that kept persisting. Its sound was engulfing all that was around me and I couldn’t tell if it was outside or within. I didn’t want to open my eyes because that tended to interrupt the circuit as my awareness shot out of my eyes instead of circulating”. He nodded his head in intense agreement. “So I kept them closed and tried to zero in instead by moving my head. It turned out it was the electrics. One was that background hiss that a mobile phone makes as its calling home to announce its presence and the other was a TV set in standby that was buzzing as it sucked on the current to keep its circuits working. Usually inaudible, to regular awareness, but once you shift your awareness you catch the invisible menace as it yells “Stop noticing!”“.
“That makes so much sense. Thats why I used go camping, out in the sticks. There was a place with an underground lake, totally magnificent. When it became too much and I could feel the pressure building I’d quickly make my escape. Once the tent was pitched and I had my basics it was so amazing. I’d take my telescope to go star gazing. At night it was pure, pitch black darkness and my mind would calm down again. Sometimes, I’d swear, it was like the heavens were talking… I spent ages just lying on the grass, not thinking. So awesome. That reminds me, I’ll have to go back again. Say, do you think schizophrenia may be due to our caveman brains rejecting all this tech and modern civilization as it is or do we few just rebel against the programs that make no sense? Man, that “spiritual immune system” thing, it really got me thinking because if you’re idea is correct its simply about resonance and nature provides that wavelength but the chemicals and things cause their own problems they purport to fix. Who is really crazy? I’m wondering. The so called mad men or those strapped to the rollercoaster who’ve never stopped to think who or what is pumping thoughts into their head. Meat puppets“. He started laughing as he repeated a term I’d introduced to him after he’d shared a drawing in which people were pulled by these strings that had fishing hooks on the end that were stuck to their sensitive bits.
“How did you come up with this?” I asked.
“Well, thats how they do it. They are experts at finding parts that are sensitive then exploiting them for their benefit by attaching a hook to it and then using that pain you won’t admit to carry in another signal. See him, that guy up there? He’s like a trauma pianist. He plays the strings in quick succession and her, she thinks its her impulses and goes running to avoid them but its actually the direction he intended”.
“Come on man, you’re too smart to say something that stupid. That’ll never happen. Not in a million, billion years. Impossible. The piano player, roller coaster designer, man behind the curtain – call him whatever you will – will simply not allow it. Ah, its amazing. Fool proof because it fools them into thinking they are their own perceptions and if they try to think different it will dissuade them by pimping their subconscious influences in order to create a state of confusion that leads them in the wrong direction. You could literally hand them a solution and they’d call you the problem because they don’t grok whose truly talking. If I were you I’d keep this to myself”.
“If I’d done that would we be having this conversation or countless others like it? I’ve said before that willhelpme isn’t a site or set of words to convey a message. Its a way of thinking, a lifestyle, a perspective. If I’ve got the voltage it would be a crime not to share it and if two people see the same thing in an altered state of consciousness its worth formulating a hypothesis to test if what they Witness is actual as that suggests there are many options of which the piano player is hell bent to keep as many people as possible riding the rollercoaster without questioning who benefits or their intent”.
“Yeah, that’ll do it. Explains the sentiment. I’m still scared of death though. Sometimes petrified of living as well but it the devil I know well and sometimes it can be really interesting”.
“Mainlining the secret truth of the universe type thing”.
“Exactly. Those blips make the rest awesome, but only whilst they’re happening. The other points when you’re on tilt feel worse than any kind of hell I could imagine because the sensations don’t quit, are super harrowing and, worst of all, seem real beyond questioning”.
“They say there is a thin line between madness and genius. Such is the life of the creative so it is what it is. You should check out the Necronomicon and other examples. I think they’d fit well with your sketches and visions because the author of such titles felt like a man out of time himself, was quite alienated and different from those around him and had a focus on other realms and things he felt intersected this dimension as reality was far more than most suspected. Both of his parents visited an insane asylum, he liked looking at the stars as well and was friends with a magician and discovered his creative impulses at a time when most children are playing and making friends. I think you’d like him. After all, if two people who are totally disconnected say the same thing about possibilities either invisible or extra perceptual then there is a high chance they exist and we owe it to the quest of Self Knowledge to test and experiment with the variables and see what happens”.
Its all a ride. Its just a ride, people. You make it real because the power of your imagination is so immense. Thats why the ones who pull the piano strings, shape the roller thats coasting and any other forms of the same process in different skins you can think are hell bent on ensuring everyone looks one way so they miss the rest of the trick and escapade they’re within that I’ve taken to calling the Game of Souls, because it is. The problems only happen if you try and get out of the ride when its moving. Then the consequences are tragic but most people are so petrified they don’t truly notice as they hold on tight with a scared grip, have eyes totally screwed close with immense amounts of tension as their body feels one thing but their head tells them something totally different that it knows they’ll accept. The so called schizophrenic finds his eyes wide open and the voltage that pours in fries the neural ring fence that previously worked so well as it can’t decode nor comprehend the extended perception the meat puppets are denying even exists as a variable because they’ve done so well, clamping down their sentience, so that the only option is to accept fiction as fact, without checking, and decry anything that doesn’t fit within their expectations.
Funnily enough this is the exact same thing the artist said about the hooks linked to points of tenderness that are then played in accordance with the intent of preventing this realization. If two people see the same thing in non ordinary states of consciousness does that mean it exists? What are the implications for those who click life handed them a shovel, the design for a reality tunnel then commanded them to dig vs those who believe in free will, their control and options and yet can’t hold their mind still for a measly ninety seconds?
Imagine you were playing a Game in which there truly was only one section, one goal, one pattern. One level, in essence. That would be quite boring, yes? To spice it up they change the placement of certain things, the faces of the Opponent and various other bits. In that respect most people simply wouldn’t click the repetition because a) they’re too busy trying to survive whats in front of them and b) they never really pay too much attention beyond whats needed along with c) nowhere does the Game mention one should do this. Note, it doesn’t state you shouldn’t either. This is what causes the shift between a playa and one getting played aka Warrior and Slave because they’re both on the same stage but decoding information at a vastly different rate. Let me illustrate:
In the next eighteen months you will Witness a culmination of a sequence that was set into action around Two Thousand and Seven. Think back to those events, those levels, the stages you played, the people you met and things that happened as well as your reactions and opinions. What comes next will bear a remarkable resonance and many loose ends you’ve been carrying will present the option to be woven into a thing that really is quite beautiful and carries its own message encoded in that provides immense clues about this dimension and the Game we’re all playing after inserting our Souls as credits. Will it be good? Bad? Ugly? Who knows? You do. Or should. Maybe, for most of you, this will be the first time you’ve ever introspected and it marks a watershed moment in which you step out of the Cave of ignorance and take in the the direct magnificence of primary perception versus interacting with imaginal precepts based on shadows that were projected via the skillful use of light and darkness.
“Why do my eyes hurt?”. “Its the first time you’ve them”.
Eighteen years ago some events were set into motion that started things churning, beneath the surface. You may or may not be aware of them at the moment or you may have even spotted them as they happened as a lot of people would’ve made random shifts or had some imperiences beyond their reg back in the Zero Sept. Cast your mind back. Was it much of a muchness? Did nothing at all happen that was even remarkable or worthy of attention? That too is entirely possible because a lot of people live on tracks in which one day is just like the next with very little variance. Out of those I’ve noticed the ones who either kept a journal, took vacations, have a stream of photos and videos clips or basically any type of record have initially said “Load of BS. Nothing happened” and then, upon further examination, they shift. “Wait a minute. You won’t believe this. Remember what you said about back when? Well, I went on this trip for a summer vacation and I met this girl at the bus station as we were waiting to go our own ways and she was amazing. We got on so well. I felt an immense connection but something happened and I lost her email and couldn’t remember her name either. I just got off a meeting as part of this course I was attending to learn more about meditation and it was her. She sent me a message. I can’t believe this happened!”. Now, here is the question:
If everything is interlinked and built off the same repeating Pattern (as I suspect) then there is no such thing as coincidence as everything has meaning within. But, there is the fact of resonance. If you are decoding a song on a low wavelength – like an old AM radio set – then its hard to hear the pure signal, correct? What if with a little of tuning that becomes a compact disc? Then, with a little more alignment an actual live performance in the flesh? Wouldn’t that be interesting? In this case he was on the Hippie Trail as he wanted to rave on the beach, pop pills and sleep with as many women as he could get whereas she was touring ashrams and related things on a different kind of pilgrimage. As he was looking back through his photos of the trip he started randomly searching for things he recollected. One of the targeted ads that popped up, thanks to the ever watchful algorithm, said “We can train your mind to release THC naturally. For free!” and caught his attention so he signed up with a quickness and the rest is what it is.
Now, this is just an example. For others it can be the opposite as they get why their life that seemed perfect back then was flip turned upside down and turned into a living hell from which they spent the eighteen licking the wounds and healing from now makes much more sense as they are in a far greater frame of reference than they ever previously suspected. I’ve said before that there is a programming language to this reality, a code to the Matrix if you will, and I’m pretty decent at peeping it so don’t just let these glyphs saturate your consciousness with this message you don’t action. Put it to the test. Its just like this:
The Game cheats, if you will, and reuses its resources and most never click but once you feelsee its impossible to miss as its so obvious. Like I said elsewhen, one thing, itself “no-thing” that is everything. Another way of looking at this cycle is like the moment when the chef whips the cover of the dish thats served, hot and fresh. Before you dig in realize the amount of effort that went in. Not just the cooking and prep but the training, concepts and all the rest back to the tilling and farming as well as how much is packed in in order to create that event. The Game is remarkably simple in its construction but its also insanely complex and this is what the next eighteen months will make obvious to those who step up to the challenge and are willing to see life from the Path of Power perspective because it makes you realize quite how amazing this all is.
In other news it will become obvious that AI is a menace that can beget more problems than solutions but you can’t unmove the movement so instead they’ll attempt to hem it in and damn its spread. Running it back again ask yourself when did the net start to get big and become more common? Two Thousand and Five was the birth of YouTube and, what do you know, eighteen months in we saw Jobs drop the iPhone and the rest is what it is. Once you can tell the clouds and bushes are the same but recolored then its really quite amusing as it feels like you’re mainlining the secret truth of the universe and that is a hit unlike anything you can imagine.
Remember how in the Eighties smoking was not only accepted but expected? Airplanes had ashtrays in the seats and they didn’t strip you almost naked before taking a trip. Heck, even you Doctor freely lit up and it was all seen as standard. “Now we know better” or so we think because the same will become obvious about the how our reliance on tech for a hit is far more corrosive as people are consumed by their consumption. Clouds and bushes. Ain’t nothing going on but the rent and as much as the stages change the Game is what it is and moves on preset parameters but only the true playas see this.
For more hints. As you look back consider your obsessions back then. Intent is super powerful as the Game is mental so take note of this and see if you can spot the same as it passes by again but recolored with a new perspective. In that respect the masses will have a bit more down time to chill, introspect and examine because the pace of life will become a little different for this bit. Use it well. Unwrap the gift of the present. Can you hear the Psylense? What I mean by this is when the external turns to hell its best to glimpse within and quell the projection. COVID was a great example of this as I was on my I Am Legend flex… Once again, 8 steps ahead as the Warrior is attuned to a greater wavelength and thus dodges all the bullets they send as no weapon formed against me shall prosper. Return to sender. All rites, reversed as the truth protects me, everywhen.
Fear is the dream killer as it depletes resonance and blocks your true connection (along with it your potential – no wonder you think somethings missing, yes? This scene illustrates it well as it reps the Mind Made Prison that is built from limiting beliefs like fear and thinking you are inadequate or totally insignificant as you’re set adrift in a world immense. As I’ve said before, these are the keys to make Slaves and nobody steps in with such programming. It is inherited, often as tradition, and then never questioned or challenged. How many clouds have slipped past as a bush? I’m wondering. Are you? You could. If you wish.
Do you realize how rich you are? I truly mean that. If you’re reading this with your senses present and mindbody functioning you already won the Game so why let those thoughts in that make you think you’re a loser because you don’t have that, this or something else? Thats internal poverty speaking which is designed to induce a trick that makes you lose sight of your true wealth. I know what you’re thinking:
You are a living, breathing miracle. Born as an original, exactly as intended. An emanation of the Prime, the pre-existing, the perfect. This is your birthright, this is your inheritance, this is your essence as its who you are beyond this realm and in the flesh as well. These are mere words. Once you viscerally grok the concepts which the labels you’ll feelsee for your Self what I’m meaning. All children know this. They are born with a relaxed grip on their Inner Sense as they have no need of tension as they dwell in resonance with that which is true, pure and unchanging.
Do you realize how rich you are? Imagine you were born to a landed gent who gave you your own mansion. It was filled with many rooms and beautiful things. Chefs and servants fulfilled your whims and life was all together beautiful. Now lets pretend that into this script something wicked slithered with the intent of pulling a confidence trick. After a few decades and some change of intense schooling which molded your perceptions and told you what concepts are acceptable via standardized testing you find yourself rat racing, living in a dingy, cold basement as you pay top notch rent to a false lord that stole the land you inherited. How would you feel then? “I ain’t got time for that!” he said, when he heard the message. “I’m trying to work my way up to the penthouse suite. Then life will be sweet. I’ll finally be in the place and position I’m deserving. Get out of my face with that mess, I wish I’d never heard it”.
“Don’t forget to like, comment and subscribe!” as they pad out another vid with more pointless BS. Its like a human centipede in which one excretes into a screen and then the same places that mess into anothers eyelids and on goes the constant fertilization and germination of the basement dwellers thinking:
“I should be more than this. I know I should. I deserve better. Why is my life like this? I hate it”.
Of course, they won’t admit this but its whats churning in their subconscious hence they need to wear the masks and put on a performance. Its also why they think money will fix everything. It can’t. What it will, however, is buy you a better class of distractions. Haven’t you ever wondered why so many celebs that seem to have it all are wildly depressed and often engage in all manner of destructive things and the kinds of depravity you’ll only see spread on the web when they’ve displeased their Slave/Masters and must be disciplined? I challenge you to find me anyone over the age of twenty six in modern civilization that is truly happy and dwells in the same state of Self acceptance we all possessed as children. Go on, hop to. Lets see what you can do.
Except those nutters, hanging on via the threads of their spiritual immune system, are actually correct. One hundred percent, on the nose, hit the target, no messing. There are things all around you you can’t see but do exist. There are manipulations happening on various levels that are designed to influence your awareness. You are not the voice in your head, no matter how much it pretends and weaves its magical spell of hypnosis designed to keep you in check as you languish in the basement with all the roaches. You are royalty dressed in rags due to the machinations of an old hag that takes her bows from under the stage and has convinced you her visage is your face as you inherited her mindset from your parents before who were corrupted and this line stretches back for thousands of years, uninterrupted.
Do you realize how rich you are? To shake off these illusions, these delusions and skillful programming is akin to becoming conscious in hell and that is quite something. No wonder the so called schizo loses his mind when the cold dawn of reality sets in. Its the only sane option. Thing is the rest are too well adjusted to the sickness, too disconnected from their own body signals and too hypnotized by the bread and circus which says “Look anywhere but within, lavish your attention on other things but never your inner realm” as that is where the angry guards are patrolling and your true potential is suppressed.
Imagine you rose tomorrow and were handed a check which said “Fill in any amount you wish and it will be yours in an instant“. You scribble in a few digits and before anything changes in your life you feel an immense shift. No money has been transferred, no estates purchased, no hob nobbing with celebs as you visit the in places. Nothing has changed and yet all is different. See how I say the Game is mental? Crazy, isn’t it? Now lets fast forward a bit. You’ve checked off many things on your bucket list and are still super, duper filthy rich. Lets say you’re also adored, famous with a following. People hang on your updates and live through your adventurings. You are the number one searched person in the world and everything is perfect. Until you rise one day and find your legs aren’t working or you’ve lost your vision entirely and acquired a profound deafness.
What would you spend to remedy this? Every last red cent, yes? How rich do you think you’d feel after a reversal knowing you’re back to the basement but this time you have a new frame of reference? The illusion wouldn’t work any more. The spell would be well and truly broken as you realize how rich you are and set about doing something about this predicament.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m the problem. Maybe I’d be better off dead, like they said, so I can’t share this rhetoric. Who knows? I don’t. All I can say is whats inside my chest and this is coming from someone who has invested a lot of time, introspect, because it made no sense that I fundamentally didn’t like myself when I remembered the difference between what I became and the days of Inner Sense and how I vowed to keep this state coherent and present. Life pulls a number on us shall. She is a cruel mistress or is that just a way to test our strength and see who is worthy of the cause vs those who crawl around on all fours and run the mazes they built to keep you nice and ignorant about the true state of play and what is at stake? Maybe, maybe.
If you’ve got a partner then click off the phones, disconnect the bell, break out some candles and massage oil and get to working on that tension that each carries in their flesh. If you are feeling lonesome then go pay a professional, at least a ninety minute stretch, because its better than nothing to feel that connection that lets the Pane Body melt. If you can’t even afford this then use your own hands on your flesh as you touch and caress with tenderness and appreciate the gift that is wrapped around your sentience and watch how things start shifting.
You can pick up various massage tools for peanuts on the web. Foam rollers are excellent and there are plenty of stretching sequences. Have you ever hugged a tree? It may sound silly but what if that was the key because what you breathe out it needs to live and its gift for this is alchemical as it provides oxygen. Go out to a forest, look around and see which tree speaks. Place yourself in front of it, reverently. Breathe in thrice deeply and exhale via your lips. Ask permission. See if the tree would accept the burden you’re carrying and transmute its substance into the ground for better use. Listen to what happens then feel the difference as your arms appreciate the nature element from which modern man is almost entirely disconnected. Rest there for a while. Feel the grass under your feet. We wear shoes so religiously and wonder why our Soul never speaks. What if the spells themselves are hints? Is it a weakness to heal by natural means or is it as was always intended?
These are the grounds within which your mansion rests. Do you realize you’re rich or are these mere words and concepts you have no intent of putting into practice or will you do what I said and then livestream the performance for those following and thus totally miss the drift that could move you out of the basement.
You are so rich. So rich. No paper and ink or digits on screen can come close to this. This is your divine right, your inheritance, the truth behind the trick that made you a stranger to Self. Once the clicks the rest, surprisingly, becomes far simpler as well. Why? Because you’re clearing the noiZ from your system and thus allowing the Psylense back in as you generate a state more aligned with your natural coherence.
Do you realize how rich you are? Only those aheart of the Game on this stage are capable of decoding this wavelength and by their deeds shall ye know them as the rest simply cannot comprehend the intent behind this missive.
I mean, some of the things you see are so ridiculous and yet people are all up in the comments validating the deception. I’d bet that if you looked within, at their internal operating system, it would be singing a lyric that went a little like this:
What I’m speaking on isn’t hidden but can be quite hard to comprehend due to the nature of the (false) self and coping mechs mixed in with “blissful” ignorance. Due to my constant quest for gnosis and innate rejection of what they present my Path hasn’t been simple but I’m sure if you interviewed the first coal to become a diamond he’d say the same thing as the way of the alchemist is attuned to a higher resonance – a state I call Inner Sense – and this is what each and every one of us stepped in with. What happened?
“Lie to me, I’ll believe whatever you say”.
Imagine if you have a mirror, it is large, whole and perfectly reflects. Then it met a brick and got to tinkling. Now what we have is a load of pieces with edges, jagged. It still feels like it did but is now fragmented. The weight of this admission would be immense and thus it cannot admit it and instead pretends life is great and attempts to sell an image. This is perfect as the rest are doing this and thus the treadmill does spin with lots of jagged little edges putting their work in. Because they accept ignorance as wisdom and don’t question what kicks they tend to fight a lot among themselves as they yell “Look what you did, you clumsy oaf! You hurt me with those pointy bits. Don’t dare question what I say, I reflect the real, real perfect” as the other either beefs or accepts only to find another vent. Round and round, round goes this life until, one day, a mirror steps in which is pelted not with a brick but an entire wall so that that which shines is rendered back to sand instead. You’d think the Game would relent at this point but it doesn’t. Next the heat is turned up to an immense increment and what was solid doth melt and then, by dint or luck or sheer will, the mirror reforms itself – whole, undamaged and perfect. What type of message do you think it would bring to this realm of the fragments that said:
Do you see why I say the world is outsane and we’re Witnessing the symptoms of mass disconnection and thus the allure of a false plug does wonders for the intense loneliness and anomie that has became standard? What if there were a race of humans that looked identical to the rest but lived for ages? I’m talking a thousand years at a time or even the old Vampire myth. In that case you can imagine how they’d quickly outsmart the rest, stay hidden, rule from the shadows and do what they wish with the rest being none the wiser of what kicks. What if in order to prevent the realization of the Emperors nakedness and the grand deception that any in this realm is greater (or less) than them they had to create a way to Adulterate Inner Sense aka get the parents to throw that brick so they can comfort the jagged little edge they beget that is just as broken as them as they turn for salvation to the one who did it. Wouldn’t that be a trip? What if you were living in it? How would you tell?
Would the lack of shine in peoples eyes as they progress be a hint? What about them getting stooped over and decrepit? Could you consider the implications of why children are born open and curious but, to a man, end up folding in upon themselves after nearly two decades of enforced training to “Sit still! Look ahead! Do well on the test or your parents will stress and withdraw their affection and we know you don’t want this”. Food forethought, scrape the dish.
I posit that, once upon a when, something happened on this planet that was akin to the stars falling or other such mass event that held the whole world in its grip. The details and specifics of said event were repressed by the collective and only live as myths of paradise lost and such things or the whole Garden of Eden shtick. Instead of what was natural and in sync with our inner realms we create unreal fakeness as part of a coping mech in which we can pretend that didn’t happen as the educational System pimps kids and tells them we went from cavemen to spaceships and the people back when were stupid. And yet there are huge monuments built with immense astronomical precision and encoding that refute this.
“Lie to me, I’ll believe whatever you say” said every single A grade student. It takes a different mindset to step in front of the tank of ignorance as you hold your shopping because it may not even be what you expected, on rising, but when the opportunity presents you couldn’t resist what is correct and feels authentic because, inside that shell, is another human or, getting back to what reflects, each mirror still sees. Just not as clear as it did without the limits of its imprint.
As I sit here and push the pen after what can only be termed a revelation about past events I really do wonder if there is any point in doing this because a) most simply will not comprehend and b) fewer still give an F plus c) the dedication it takes to put that work in and change ignorance to gnosis is simply petrifying to the rest who are well adjusted to mass sickness as I’ve mentioned in other texts. It truly is like the inmates took over the asylum and now my childhood development surrounded by criminal intent and mental unrest makes way more sense because they, at least, knew they were broken and were open to listening to solutions as I formed my mindset under their nurturing protection as their edges may be jagged but “This jit is more liquid than solid… What the hell happened? There aren’t even any fragments?”.
Its like trying to explain a dream because without the symbols of personal investment and the narrative you etched it makes very little sense or impact upon the restand yet isn’t that exactly what a movie is? That medium, alone, offers a huge hint of what kicks as it uses a black mirror to pimp your consciousness with some red, green and blue pixels mixed in. Comprehend that if you shone a solid white light at a screen it would contain the content of every motion pic, ever. You’d get them by stripping away aspects and thus to those who remember the time when a light now dimmed once shined and illuminated the globe with its resonance would look at what kicked as people praise Lucifer himself that stepped in, dazzling, and stole the show for himself and made what was pure an old Devil instead whilst proclaiming him the head, best and worthy of praise and attention. To which the crowd said:
“Lie to me, I’ll believe whatever you say”.
Those at the helm know you better than you Know your Self and that, my friend, is tragic because when the need for deception runs high people will clutch at the brick of belief whilst drowning in seas of ignorance as they forget they can swim and thus could save themselves. To extend that meta read this article about the beach and cave because between the both of them they outline a sketch for some practical metaphysics and in depth consideration of the human condition because whilst there are those who profit well from deception and misleading there are others, wondering, who keeps sending the prophets and why if its all peaches and cream? Surely that alone suggests we’re missing an aspect of the sketch that many choose not to comprehend as they place their power outside of Self when not a single child steps into this realm with that type of coherence which hints that it is how I said.
If life is a current akin to an ocean which we are traversing most put the least effort in and play a Game of Simon Says from incep till death and back again. Every now and then comes one who wishes to go back the way he came as he comprehends that what reigns in this place may present as purple but is actually black as sin and thus he flips the Yan/Ying and takes off in the other direction. His family will despise him, teachers cannot stand him and the rest look on with a curious mix of amusement or disrespect as he is so transfixed on transcendence that they think the boy must be off his meds.
To accomplish great things one needs to possess the courage to be hated. Look at anyone who has done anything in this realm and you’ll spot they bucked the trends. Whether we are talking about Galileo who said the Church were ignorant and dense when it came to the motions of the heavens and what is therein or the rebel mystic of Islam himself who I have written upon at length there is an exceedingly common thread of one man against a formidable organization that will seemingly go to great lengths to protect others investment in what they say it is. To me that is the perfect definition of true power because if you can define something and have others act, without question, then what other spell but “mind control” describes it best? Even Jesus – who, in my mind, was much more akin to Neo busting at the Agents as they attempted to reign shells on him that he dodges with moves, slick – was hated for saying what he said because the fish wanted to swim toward the abyss because that is what their parents did.
If you stop and unpack what I said and apply to your own OS you’ll note that a huge chunk of what you do, say and Thunk actually came from them who had done not the Knowledge and thus you’re the latest in a strong link of generation of ignorance. Not the most polite way of putting it, granted, but there is no nice way of telling folks they’re invested in illusions, dig? Voltaire said “F your bish and the clique you claim” as he stomped his name in the Game that reason is king and thus anyone can get it because if one is gifted with the power to think then its a crime not to use it. Man, did they come at him but his pen would not relent and thus with a satirists twist he often turned the tables on those who attempted to challenge his wit and this nicely links in to the comedian:
Did you know that, back when, the Fool was the only one allowed to tell it how it is? With the royals he held a special place and was, in effect, above an Ace as his presence ensured the egos were kept in check and those brown nosing were reminded of the stench as he handed them a napkin to wipe their nostrils. In this one thing the rest comprehended what kicked and dialed it down a little bit before getting up to full speed again. This is why I suspect Will slapped Chris because there is absolutely zero chance of it being organic and unscripted due to the same event happening a weak daze, previous.
Far from the meek and mild image they’d like to sell Jesus was a straight up firebrand riding on his enemies and literally whipping the skin off them. This is something worthy of contemplation and its said that there are texts that certain sects hold sacred to this day that say of he who did fillet:
“The one who was promised was corrupted, tis a shame. A mere magician is what became and not the one who was promised to change the fates, our way. He who took up arms and laid it down his script is beyond wicked. Besides, we didn’t really want him anyway. That is why we rejected his presence and he turned out as he did. To this day he is bathed in excrement and his afterlife is a hot mess for daring to go against those who are chosen and shall be blamed not for a thing for favored are our undertakings because he hath the true vision”.
I was talking to one of a religious bent that liked praying, quite frequent, the other day and mentioned this:
“Say, your peeps believe that in the times of the end there will be a great deceiver who steps in and raises the dead and turns light to darkness among other things, yes?”.
“So, looking around at this mess do you think he’ll put in an appearance in a bit? Not immanentizing the eschaton or anything but the way things kick and with what I said about Twenty Twenty Fifth being as real as it gets in a world of fakeness I expect some of the old razzle dazzle, special effects as he puts on the Ritz, yes”.
“I wish you wouldn’t engage in Shirk but you’re an ignorant kaffir, in the end. I only speak, now and then, in the hopes that you repent and use that intellect the way He intended it”.
“Skipping over the immense amount of judgment in a casual conversation about the world and how it ends what if this one eyed king and his furry friend are actually present and correct with us at this very moment? What then?”.
He looked around the room in which he and I sat and with a perplexed yet wearied grin said:
“Are you saying you are he? The opposer of all that is true, honest and correct?”.
“No, but that which you hold in your hand is“. The confusion on his dish was palpable as well as the underpinning rage of having his point flipped for there were only us two, present.
“What do you mean?” he questioned, this time with less arrogance and knowitallness.
“Well, way, way back in the days when I first learned about what y’all think there was a vivid description that said his best friend would be covered in hair without end that was copious and thick and this made me think of Bungle from Rainbow. Remember him?”.
“Really? Cos what came next was when Star Wars kicked in because even though I never watched it little bits of it, like religion, seeped in via osmosis and that me wonder why Bungles cousin in outer space was running with a man with questionable morals that was out for himself that was fond of fronting. Anyway, I say that to say this. Imagine you lived in the days of back when and a dude who was time traveling popped in with an iPhone in his grip and showed you some pretty amazing things like a vid of your kid that he’d took in secret (before eviscerating him) and thus he was “resurrected” as well as letting you speak to the “divine” which answered your very question in ways most accurate. He then went on to tell that this black square of magick was powered by waves, invisible, that beamed through the air like that which we breathe and how its one eyed lens could capture and replay the spirits of men as it turns dark to light etc etc. Now, how in the F would you convey such a thing to rest, listening, who had not seen it kick in the flesh? What if he anthropomorphized and made them human with a visual defect and hair that ran super thick based on what another said about the tech? What then? What if I’m correct and you’re actually OKing the opponent with your tacit use of his presence as don’t you caress his frame upon rising and just before resting as well as any other times you get and thats before I mention the bit about which you’re quite sensitive so I won’t say it out of respect”.
If you could view your WiFi, doing its thing, invisible, it would like this. Quite accurate to the text, yes, as that “hair” does extend in all directions. Combine that with your phone and its one eyed vision and you may just draw a link between what they said and what presents… Or maybe not.
To say the chap was perplexed would be an understatement. You ever see a jackpot reel spin through its variants before the top prize lands in your lap as a return on investment? It was just like this, I tell thee. Now, I wasn’t meaning to diss and the thing that got him up in his feels in a previous conversation was the whole black cube/three religions thing and I couldn’t help but draw the link between the black mirror effect and those characters as well because, as I’ve said, there are no limits in my head as such are the signs of Inner Sense. I mean, what do you think? Does it sound ridiculous or could be there something to this perspective because if the world was hit, this sec, by a meteorite or polar shift that a certain clique had seen coming and built underground bunkers at an airport laced with occult images as well as seedbanks in place currently frozen but known to become clement once the stable kicks in it wouldn’t be hard to pretend how they could emerge as “gods” in a few generations and dazzle the reverted cavemen with drones, phones and such things as they told them a script of what they intended to happen in order to ensure the rest fight among themselves and they stay one step ahead on this floating asylum.
Only someone with the courage to be hated aka a curious intent that still delights in asking questions and drawing links that may or may not exist between loads of disparate things because his mind reigns from his chest and is thus totally creative would dare say such things and yet I do, did and shall again. Why? Because that is what we’re made to do, my friend. That is Inner Sense. The learned second skin in which most feel comfortable is Adulteration and it commands you do as the rest said, even if they’re miserable and hate every little step they take in this realm but rush to deny it as they point to an image they don’t live that demands you buy in because, in the end, everyone is naked but believe they’re fully dressed and by this I mean they’re draped in armor, thick, and wonder why they no longer move as free as they once did and believe that when heaven calls they’ll feel whole again as they never, ever stop to think who made it like this and who can undo it as well?
What if that which we class as an Opponent is actually doing us a solid in the end using the old “Fool me once” method or, in my case, once bit, twice slathered with repellent and presented with a fine gnosis for extra awakening aka doing the Knowledge. The recipe isn’t secret, my friend, but what it unlocks is hence why they said the true way cannot be described, only imperienced ergo I simply point at a place I call the Psylense and request you hear it for your Self and then, should you wish, tell me what it said.
Anyway, what do you think? Could WiFi + your phone = the Antichrist? Or am I reaching and stringing things that aren’t linked into a narrative? Either way, its interesting, isn’t it because this tech has done a number on folks heads with its weaponized loneliness, dehumanizing fakeness and general all consuming aspect that if it isn’t its certainly paving the way toward something that could be Hell but seems Heaven sent, yes?
Are you in the drivers seat of your reality or playing pretend, like Maggie in the Simpsons, whippin. Really think about this, my friend, as its a subtle, yet powerful difference when it comes to this Game we all play using our Souls as debt credits to wear the skin you’re using to decode the wavelength I send to your cerebellum. Peep:
Response-ability is free will. Without this, firmly in your grip, you’re simply playing pigeon in a world full of vultures. They say it takes a wolf to catch a wolf. When, in that case I am he they decreed that came to kill the illusions they peddle as wisdom to those who dwell with the plebs and forget they’re giants who’ve been trained, well, to kneel at the feet of midgets who wield magick tricks in order hack the Matrix and present as gods among men. You are the real, the authentic. An aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one, made flesh. He hath no script, no religions and never said a thing which is why you hear me beg:
I am the constant, and variable as well which means I don’t react, I create instead so when they tried to fill me with hot lead I took it with a grin, ducked and dived then came up straight, in the mid, as that Path you create by taking steps is lit with an illumination, golden. Save the red and blue shifts, those ploys are no longer effective for one Centered in Self, ya underdig? This is where the buck stops. Here is where I draw the line. I’ve seen the higher realms that are resonant with Inner Sense and that makes me question, times ten, the intent at helm of not only the mind I once possessed but this entire dimension. The Shamans said the greatest trick they ever pulled was the old switcheroo trick in which they gave us their thoughts and made us sign on the X. How the hell can you be the voice that dictates in your head when you’re obviously what listens? A subtle yet important difference, my friend. Do the Knowledge. Do the Knowledge as the only chance you get is whilst wearing flesh so how radical in this attempt are you willing to be in the quest for emancipation?
If it were all excrement and giggles then who sends the prophets they kill, stone dead, before creating the texts that make beasts out of me who’ll kill to protect… What exactly? Take it away, architect:
The nutters get me, as well as those not in sync with this universal stench that reeks of badness because it sells good as wack and any flip, imagined. What you accept can and will be used as a weapon in the Game which is why its best to reality test by pushing all the limits. Set your own mark and enforce it. Whats the worst that can happen? Oh, I know. You might actually start living instead of pretending as you step the treadmill which hands you a list of boxes you simply must tick. Thats the trick, thats the trick, my friend. Play the playa and pimp the pimp. Thats how the gospel of the pavement is written as only those with less can glance at those in mansions with a sense of disconnection as they wonder who etched the script that left them, begging, for a crumb when, back then, they stepped in feeling abundant. Ask the architect, he’ll spin you a yarn, real quick, as to who, what and when tarnished your Inner Sense and then read this text to comprehend how two words shattered your private realms. Is that doesn’t prove the basis of spells and magick then I don’t know what will…
They say one only is a success once they forgive their parents for the life they did inflict. They Knew not what they do but did it, regardless. The wounded womb hurts the seeds it brings in. That is the blueprint that was etched via the tools of the architect in order to gradually make beasts of men as Siri isn’t your friend for she covets your eyes which hold the iris that she spells… Techno Sapiens are waiting in the wings. Oh, what a heady drink when silicon mixes in with the carbon you’re wearing. The Game of Souls has you, my friend, and its teeth plus claws are red as they may dress in lambskins but only so the wolf is hidden. Not from vision. I see through the pretense and tricks as I comprehend the shadows depth. Ironically, this is thanks to them ergo Win or Learn is the mindset.
Am I singing to the deaf whilst dancing for the blind as well? I guess you’ll be the tell, in the end, as all I’m here to do is kick the ballistics. Don’t follow me, walk alongside for a bit as we chop it up and link then take what works, ditch the rest and build your own paradigm with you firmly in the mid as this world feeds on attention so careful where you direct the most misused gift as the bill is expensive. Thats when people try to blame shift or start daydreaming instead without actually putting the work in…
Those are deeper topics and ones you must comprehend in order to come face to faceless with the Opponent and his endless deceptions. Maybe this is why a force sends prophets that all said:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.
Sure, they used their own spin on things to get inside your head to prompt an exit back to the chest instead but these are the basics as we’re strangers in a strange realm. Go back the way you came, reclaim your Inner Sense, my friend, as the best tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. There endeth the lesson so either let the words fade as you run the treadmill or stop, collaborate and listen, for a moment as you allow your Self to melt and up your vibration.
“Well” he says, looking from right to left. “I’ve sussed it. I’m a winner, I win. Get a load of this” and he whips out a box, elaborate, and opens it with a flourish. You looked in and said:
“Don’t be stupid. Can’t you see? Look, its right there. Amazing, isn’t it?”. Peering you notice there is a teeny, tiny crumb. He waxes lyrical:
“This crumb is the all of everything. Its my world. Its perfect, totally superlative. Stop the press, shake a leg, no more questions unanswered. I’ve totally sussed it“.
Tell me, and be honest, in this situ you’d think he’d either flipped his lid or was really quite stupid, yes?
What if I told you that, right now, 81% of the planet are doing exactly this and if you pointed it out to them without the imaginative abstraction I just built they’d either say you were incorrect or want to see you dead? What am I talking about? Why, this:
In this situation most folks would think you’ve flipped your lid or are worthy of excommunication or death for going against the grain as their immense shiny box and the fragment there in a family tradition. Its akin to walking through a desert, finding a sign for an oasis and heading, on purpose, in the wrong direction. Make that make sense. But if that is all you’ve know and what everyone else did then what do you expect? The biscuit, as I’m sure you’ve guessed reps one who has actualized their Self via a process I call awakening the Warrior within. Basically (and in a nutshell) it involves questioning everything and taking nothing for granted without reality testing. I know that may sound exhausting but it was actually totally natural, back when, before you were conditioned into accepting rote repetition to get good grades that made your parents say “Yay! Our little doofus is the best at getting prepped for a life of mind numbing drudgery“. Or words to that effect. Its quite irrelevant as your life stands as testament to what I’ve just said so the question is why would you believe anyone who mistakes the map for the realm or takes a tiny fragment and extrapolates the rest? That makes absolutely zero sense. None whatsoever. And yet, that is the world in which we live hence why they say in the land of the blind the one eyed man is king. If only you knew how correct this is…
Not in the Biblical sense but remember I said that there is some force sending prophets to this realm that another then kills dead to profit from their tales whilst fostering further bloodshed and division as well. Make that make sense, my friend. Thats doing the Knowledge aka baking a biscuit as the more ingredients you get in terms of gnosis the more that tiny chunk of the EM spectrum you one saw is now getting backed with something else:
It actually doesn’t. That is your mind playing tricks, like Scarface said. Sit alone in a four cornered room, staring at candles, for a while and see what happens. Its quite calming as the illumination, natural, and motion as well is destressing and brings a kind of relaxed focus this world is entirely missing. Contrast that to the screen and its quick cuts and things that are designed to pull you in and pimp your brain with signals and you’ll see why the Game is one of awareness and how attention is the most precious resource on the planet. What happens is this:
Lie, or sit, and just breathe with closed lids. Pretend your mind can project attention like a laser beam or flashlight, if you will, and send it in the general direction of this sensation. You are, in effect, bypassing the (false) self and going direct to the connect like Tony did. Once linked with Sosa then your waves are in ascent because this is the only product I suggest one should get high on as its from the purest supply. The Prime, the pre-existing, the all of everything whose presence extends, everywhen. This is the biscuit and it was whipped from the empty space in the box because whilst my lying eyes said it was nothing my feeling sense admitted it was actually packed with potential and thats what makes it equally whimsical and terrible because, on some level, we are doing it to ourselves until we comprehend:
“What the F? None of that old stuff worked. It just made the world how it is and I don’t like it. I can’t shift the outer realm but I damn sure can manage my own energetics because the alternative is like buying mince, onions, chillies and tomatoes with a secret blend of herbs and spices then sweating in the kitchen for hours before lifting the lid and yelling “Where the hell is my rice pudding?“”.
Do you know what true madness is? Throwing that in the bin, hitting the market next AM, buying the same spread and prepping the same dish for identical outcomes. How often have you done it? There is an easy test for this as well, my friend. I’d be willing to bet that not only is your life entirely predictable but most of the arguments and stress you have with family and such things is totally repetitive and never shifts as you’re too enamored with hearing that sound, clapping. Change your wavelength. Realize the reality tunnel you’re digging is simply an option and make smarter decisions by checking who etched the blueprint? To what end? How did it work out for the rest? If you want rice pudding then go and buy the correct components. If that means ending relationships, leaving what isn’t working and finally having to take a risk which makes your butt pucker in anticipation as your legs are shaking then so be it. Remember, fear is a street sign on the way to rediscovering your true power in this realm because the same guy in question that was previously stressing said, after upping his res:
That was the reason why I wrote the article about the net being a weapon and your phone spying and pushed them to willhelp as when you up your res some really strange things can happen and this is a side effect of realizing the box is actually filled with immense potential and once you comprehend and expand your awareness you suddenly find chef skills you weren’t even aware came into your possession as your start to flex your imagination again or, as other Warriors have said:
“This must be the “familiar newness” you mentioned. What an amazing description, hits it on the head, my friend” as their awareness sank back into their chest, from whence it springs, as they started the next quest of reconquering the Three Kingdoms from which they were divided, back when. Listen, I’m not saying my way is right or even correct. Heck no, thats why I attest you should not follow but walk beside for a bit. Reality test, see what kicks. Lets have some discussion, mess with reality as it is and see what happens because if one person does it could be a delusion but if a few tap in and report their findings we’ve got a movement and that is totally private as your Journeying into your own awareness to find the treasures therein.
Doesn’t that sound like a much better way of living? I do, your mileage, however, could, should and will vary as not all are capable of awakening. Around 8%, at best, is my guess whereas the rest will defend that crumb they haven’t tasted as they run the treadmill with the plebs, well adjusted, to mass sickness as they spend a lifetime prepping mince whilst expecting rice pudding but will yelp, loudly, if you ask them to taste test in the flesh or even check their ingredients… Madness, isn’t it?
There are so many people engaged in so many farces, illusion and gaslighting that, naturally, one who sips the true brew and then does the taste test with what they sell will yelp:
You can put this perspect to test with a simple question that gives not an F about your faith (or lack therein) and investment in symbols/narratives. Ready?
Really ponder this, at depth, as you do the Knowledge and tell me your conclusion because, the way I see it, it goes like this:
We have here, now, Earth as it is. Billions of Souls wandering around like its another day at the office. Some are miserable, others doped up to the gills with coping mechs and distractions and very, very few who actually question the narrative without sounding like they need turbans made of foil, tinned. They believe various things and these often generate conflict. Enamored with a web they never questioned who spins they use this tool of connection to find ever greater reasons for division as communities form and split in which the “Us against them” mindset is normalized, super quick. Anyone who doesn’t goosestep exactly as intended is worse than Hitler himself and considering how most of the chronically online are a bit socially maladjusted this engenders a very rigid mindset that brooks no discussion. This, as I’m sure you can guess, is very easily manipulated and moderated as groupthinks brain level is that of a four year old kid.
There is a cloud that floats, high overhead. Its made of pure consciousness. You are it and it is thee. One day the scales of potential tip and you and your newly forming friends start dipping and accelerating in a rate thats immense. “Wheeeeee!” you scream, as you discover what will become “Me”. This water fools and pools so you all interlink as one says “Its just like the cloud, but different”. Suddenly a scoop dips and pours the liquid into a bowl which is etched with the words “Sit still, look ahead” and, before you know it, you’re frozen solid and thus scared to melt.
That is another way of saying what I just said as the Prime is the cloud, the air trip the rain that felt as one became aware of Self and the waters that flowed with pristine Inner Sense were you at your best before they were Adulterated and flash frozen. Just like there are many ways into this mess there is only one way out of this realm:
Coherence.
That means the snowman must be willing to melt but that can only happen when an intense light shines on it and makes its sweat. For the ignorance he inherited that feels like death is calling as all he knows is form and function so he turns to those who froze him and says “Help”. So they turn down the temps and make life more intense as the familiar numbness creeps back in. Getting back to the holiday example:
Some folks, back home, are waiting for you to check in as you were going for a small trip but its been absolutely ages. They are concerned and when they ask the reps they show the itinerary which says you’ve signed an extension so they shake their head and let things rest. Some just don’t quit as you and them made an arrangement which said:
They are called the prophets. As you can now probably guess the Agents are what kills them, perverts their teachings and makes their followers fight among themselves about who said or did that or this when none of them actually have what it takes to pass the exit. Thats called gnosis, my friend. The ones that comprehended this, back when, were murdered, real quick, and had their testament struck from the record. I have been seeking the way home for lifetimes and in this quest I have had so many attempts to hand deliver death I stopped counting and gained a “Win or Learn” mindset instead. I am not saying you should follow me, quite the opposite. Tear the argument to shreds but also consider it at depth beyond a knee jerk reaction prompted by that voice in your head which, you guessed it, is a manifestation of the Agents which follows and hijacks the same principle of hyperconduction that beams your resonance from the Prime to the flesh to generate a sense of “Me-ness” that started as the purple rains fell then pooled and condensed before they were told to “Sit still, look ahead, do well on the rest or your parents will stress and withdraw their affection” which set you up to run the treadmill.
“Hold on a sec! Every single darn nutter, ever, from the incep of this thing to the present moment has always maintained that invisible things are messing with their head as they see that which doesn’t exist”.
Where is the scientific method for madmen? Doesn’t exist, I guess. Much like due process. “Do not pass Go or collect Two Hundred quid, instead here’s a depot injection in your rear end that will have you drooling on your Self watching daytime TV with the rest of the imbeciles who dared question the narrative so I’d advise you zip your lip because if you keep talking we’ll up the dosage”. Doesn’t that just reinforce their paranoid mindset as correct? Make that make sense and you’ll be doing the Knowledge, my friend. So, once again, in a nutshell what I’ve said is you left home, went on a trip, the flight was a mess and you were placed next to someone who kept elbowing you in the ribs as you were sat next to another guy, flatulent, who had the worst case of halitosis on record and couldn’t wait to show you his collection of rare cheese photographs (with Scratch N Sniff visions). On top of this your seat was broken, there were random babies crying, in sequence, the AC was busted and the turbulence, immense. And this was just the connecting flight and there were eight in total. After all of this you come to the flesh and discover the hotel you’re supposed to stay in is still being built and they ask you to get comfortable in the rubble as they erect your vessel. Finally, you arrive and land in a place that is cold, brightly lit and totally sterile. Into the grip of man, super stressed, who slaps you on the rear end then says:
As you, like a marine ship, gain a berth certificate when, a moment ago, you were in international waters that broke as you zipped down the canal and into the “Dock”tors grip. Thats another topic but, this too, you can test because let your post at home pile up for a bit and, on one side, place everything that says YOUR NAME in all capitals and the others in Mixed Case then open them. Isn’t it astounding how the blocks all have to do with ends (in the sense of finance) and the rest are junk mail and some mess? This, my friend, is a clue about the deception and how it all kicks but to comprehend the depth you’ll need to up your res by doing the Knowledge as I’m simply outlining a sketch that its up to you to implement as none but our Self can free our minds. As said by another prophet, that they killed dead. As I said, plenty are sent and none look as you expect but the message is constant:
They say the best place to hide is right in front of their eyes aka subterranean, by design. Have you ever pondered why we, as a race, are quick to map the skies and attempt to extend past the wiles of gravity whilst our own seas remain untouched? What if the same scheme was applied to your mind? What then? Well, I’m here to say that is exactly how it is because whilst most may swim through time like water and a fish there is a select, the 8%, who choose themselves and comprehend this entire realm takes place inside their awareness and thus they are far more powerful than they suspect. Let me explain it like this:
Imagine your life was vinyl disc upon which was etched the spikes and pits of the times and climes you’d visit. The needle is dropped in and the diamond tip causes the tracks to sing. With me so far? Now, if we’re half way through the performance does that mean the old songs are “dead”? Of course not. In that respect the younger you, the true Self, is also present and correct but keeping this hid means the tills ring, no end.
Subterranean, by design.
As I sit here, pushing the pen, I really wonder if there is any point in sharing this perspect as a) most will never be dealt the had I’ve had and b) fewer still will be able to play it to win whilst the biggest c) is most give not a single F as they’re too busy running the treadmill and thus take in a very, very narrow bandwidth of their true potential with the rest hidden as stress which is placed, where else, just below their neck aka the home of the Pane Body. To escape this realization man will do some pretty zany things but soon having sex with robots will top the bill and anyone who says different will be seen as a reincarnation of Hitler himself as peoples semi synthetic humanoid companions make beasts of men by allowing them to indulge their whims with a recreation that feasts, yet again, on their consciousness…
Subterranean, by design. I wondered what I would find if turned off the light and looked within to source my own illumination and what came can only be described as harrowing as the demons of Hell were unleashed, real quick, by the necromancers at the helm that will soon be selling the same illusion to the rest via the seeming progress of tech and its escapism of their own creation. If you were dead and believed it were a gift, heaven sent, anyone who attempted to contradict the official script must be seen as a madman, yes? And yet if you look around at the world and people therein tell me they aren’t varying degrees of miserable underneath countless coping mechs? Subterranean, by design…
Its almost like you must be willing to look backwords to live forewards as things have been twisted and presented, so slick, that it suggests the inmates, long ago, took over this asylum that floats in the abyss for their own intent and purpose. What if that was, as a I suspect, energy manipulation? Check this:
Each child that steps in has a packed lunch, if you will, designed to keep them filled and content on a school trip some place else. The teacher, being devious, wants to keep all of them for himself and thus says “Give them to me for safekeeping and I’ll hand them out when its time for eating“. He doesn’t do this. Instead he lures the kids into a state of trance and implants tales in their heads which said they ate, real well, and it was quite delicious. The children do whats needed, go home and relay what was said. The next day the same Game is played but none of the parents are questioning why their seeds are so thin and malnourished whilst the teacher is seeming obese from how well he’s eating.
That, in a nutshell, is what I suspect is happening in this realm at the present but if you were one of the kids in a state of hypnosis how exactly would you tell you’re not actually eating but being convinced of it instead by a loop back reference to another event when you actually were dining?
The same scam plays out on many levels ranging from plastic surgery to change the feels via what others see on their screens as well as the whole masked existence which begets this as it keeps ramping up the initial schism to new depths which are then mined, merciless. Subterranean, by design, as this is where one finds the best of the rest and its a place most, themselves, will never, ever check. Those who did were called Shamans, once upon a when, and a lot of what they said bears a striking resemblance to what I, my Self, discovered and share via my exegesis. This is why I wonder if second hand gnosis is as much use as a man on island full of lesbos which may actually turn out to populated by… Well, I guess you’ll have to read the text as I don’t wish to spoil it. On the one hand you have an urge to conform and fit in with the rest and yet there is another axis which says:
“Hey, how about this for a duplicate?” as they pimp your algorithm. Really ponder the implications of this at depth and where we sit, at this moment, and tell me if madness doesn’t describe it best as the lines between fake and real get increasingly thin as well as the entire spectrum of gender and classifications therein. Mere obfuscation, in the end, as the Soul is beyond such compartmentalization but realization of this is best kept hidden by placing it just under the surface as who is willing to dig? Better yet, why is it always X that marks this and what is the true meaning of this symbol and its links to the eternal question of Y that is soon felled with a Z before doing it all again? Is that why thirteen is seen as wicked whereas one to twelve are accepted as retreads of a path safe and predictable?
What is the point though, I’m wondering. If your life is pretty pleasant and your coping mechs are unchecked plus you’re attuned to a false resonance the rest accept them there is no reason to go against the grain of what works, yes? That is how they set the trap and bait it as well for the flesh is designed to seek pleasure and avoid pain plus your Opponent knows ye well, real well, and this allows the upper hand as they then deal from a stacked deck in a crooked establishment with plenty of fine print that remains unread so they can fleece from one life to the next. Those who have a negative spin are jacked into a higher level of this operation and are rewarded for their cooperation. The ones who are positive and just trying to be decent and get ahead are totally ignorant of the division, deception and desecration of their inner realms. That leaves 8% who are neutral and thus hold the potential to be Centered in Self aka beyond good and evil. This opens the Vertical Axis and its along this doth ping so many madman, mystics and poets as its a vastly expanded vantage that, once upon a when, was quite common in this realm. Then man fell as the sky, crumbled and things were never the same again…
Why are there so many “myths” and “legends” around this realm that all point at the same thing? That a catastrophic event did kick that led to people etching petroglyphs of what they saw overhead and then, what do you know it, we have a load of new religions that use an “AH” sound for reference whilst looking toward the heavens? Do the Knowledge, my friend. Know what you’re up against as the Opponent is slick and his operatives appear human but are entirely different within. Take it away, architect:
