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“In sleep the pain of being me fades away” she said. She’d wrote out a note addressed to her only friend that explained her reason for choosing death because the price of living had left her in debt and thus she saw suicide as the only option. Standing high, high above the city she perched on the edge of the building to reflect about her last few moments on the planet as she’d had enough of fighting. The voice in her head had won. All of her life it had told her she was useless, ugly, a detestable thing and she, she had listened. She’d heard it so well that she never questioned it, who it was, its intent or true meaning because she’d fell for the trick it played on her consciousness.

The rooftop felt cold beneath her feet as she’d removed her shoes and placed the note she’d wrote underneath. Sure she could’ve sent a text but this just seemed more personal and as a desperate sigh escaped her lips and she felt herself shuddering in Spring as she thought about all the events that had led up to this. With a wry grin she said “So, this is how it all ends? With me splattered across the pavement” as she stepped over the railing and prepared to make her descent.

At just that moment the wind whipped in furiously and almost took her with it as she, out of instinctual Self preservation, tightened her grip then watched with dismay as her suicide note fluttered off, into the distance. “Great, you can’t even kill yourself without making a mess” said the insistent drone in her head that had spoke poisoned somethings after its initial introduction with sweet nothings for as long as she could recollect. She pulled herself back in from the ledge because this simply wouldn’t do. She couldn’t leave her best friend without a clue or cue of why she did this and with that she wearily slipped on her shoes and walked back down through the building.

The voice in her head was raging at being so close to winning as it had controlled her every whim and impulse for as long as she could recollect. “Funny, isn’t it?” she said as we sat on a park bench as the brown hues of autumn crept in “Its so obvious what you’ve said. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it. How many people have lived and died from a position of ignorance or done something so stupid as I attempted?”. “It really is quite surreal and wicked as this is what has so much of the world in its grip” I responded as we drank our beverages. Another sigh escaped her lips, she hasn’t yet developed the presence to notice when this happens but to me its quite obvious that there are still layers upon layers of grief within as she’s barely scratching the surface.

“I remember walking along the street and being beaten from within in a way that was beyond ferocious. It was like “Here’s all the things you’ve done wrong or failed since back when and then on top of this you can’t even kill yourself! You foolish idiot. You disgust me” and, of course, right on cue, I felt disgusted. How obvious! It speaks, I do. I can’t believe I didn’t realize I’m that which listens, the Witness like you said, and not that who is speaking. Do you remember when we met?”.

“I do, but I’ll let you tell it”.

“What on Earth possessed you to say what you said? It was highly inappropriate and yet… Just what I needed. At first I thought “What the hell is this pervert saying?” but then it became obvious there was something else beyond asking me if I’d ever allowed myself to melt because I realized my tension and intention behind your message. That was the best hug I’d ever felt and it really was just what I needed as I sensed something that had long been broken within get its first inkling of what would become healing. I am grateful”.

“No need to be. You are another me as I’ve said previously. I’m simply here to help you realize the nature of Self as we are the same thing except I’m not caught up in the mix“.

“Or being scraped off the pavement as the consequence of a lifetime of investment in the wrong choices” she added with eyes that beamed a curious mix of pain and hopefulness. “Gosh, whatever was I thinking? You know as try as hard as I want to I simply cannot get back in that frame of reference, that mode of being. Its like the spell I was under was broken and now its like waking up into a dream from the nightmare I’d been living.

“In sleep the pain of being me fades away” she said as we lay on her bed a few months previous, not long after we met. “Its like a sweet release from lifes bitter misery. Its so hard walking around this world pretending its all OK to everyone I meet. What is it you said? Oh yes, manufacturing proof as they lie to themselves. Its so true, so true. Why? What made you speak to me? Couldn’t you have just left me alone? What happened if we’d never met? Would I have finally found the death I’ve been craving? I’ve really been thinking about your DV Perspect and it makes so much sense because why else would this unfold as it did? How many times have we done this? Is this why I feel such an intense comfort with someone I’ve just met when I never, ever let anyone get in, close or, worse still, share how I truly feel. Who are you, man? What is your deal?”.

“Me? I’m a broken man with shattered dreams who is trying to heal. Not just myself but the world as well because its what it needs but people live in fear of their reality as it stands being revealed as they’re invested in the mess that voice in their head and a lifetime of training tells them what it is. Its wild, isn’t it? 8 billion Souls trapped in the flesh and being held hostage by a fake version of them that steals the life they could live“.

“Its crazy. They’re crazy. You’re crazy especially for even coming up with this. I mean how the hell does someone even think like this?” she said, turning and propping herself up on her elbow as she fixed me with a look that was intense. “I mean what the hell are you doing here? Here in my bed, my life, my planet. It doesn’t make any sense”.

“Thats good. Confusion is a sign that things are changing just like fear is…“.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. “Fear is a street sign on the way to your power so feel it and keep moving“. You’ve already hammered this one into my head” she said with a grin as she threw herself back on the bed and started kicking her heels as she flailed her fists into the quilt to calm her nervous system. We spent a while exploring this as I guided her through the psyhcosphere and its then she spontaneously recollected the day she first met her (false) self aka the voice in her head.

“I’ll always keep you safe” she said. “Those were the words that weaved the spell. I’d noticed this presence before but it was quick things “Watch out” or “Be careful” when I was at school, out and about or walking. At first I didn’t notice it. There were also nicer things its said like “You’re smart. You’re special” and other bits of encouragement when I was around six but the statement about keeping me safe, that came a few years later and after that I was fully invested. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Nobody talks about that voice in their head that directs everything and yet its a common symptom of modern living. Thats so crazy, isn’t it?“.

“Everyone hears the same voice in their head as they’re running the same program of socially sanctioned madness. Doesn’t matter about your religion, culture, reason for living as this sickness has grabbed the planet and is the true epidemic that ravages all whom it gets from within”.

“How on Earth did you spot this? Its a very, very clever trick. Nigh on invisible because its like an optical illusion that pulls you in once you look at it and thus forget whatever it was that was there before. Its like…. hypnosis. Yes, like being in a trance“.

“Trance is actually one of the most natural things in the world. Actually, you’ve reminded me that back when I was going through the Concentration Camp of the System I used to either be totally wild and distract everyone as the center of attention or I’d be entirely silent as I was set adrift on a dreamy bliss”.

“Oh, I know that feeling. I miss it, in a sense. So natural to children”.

“Well, thats trance. Thats how natural it is and healing as well. The closest modern people get to it is staring at the TV set but that is quite dangerous as it opens up channels of programming within via the use of the medium and the messages hidden”.

“Channels? Programs? Gosh, its all so obvious once you break the spell and see it. Nothing is truly hidden. Its all placed right there in front of your dish”.

“Why do you think its called a television? Telling lies to your vision”

“Oh. My. Gosh” she said as sat up and made mind blown gestures which I followed up with “The exact same reason Siri is iris backwards because soon that iPhone will be fitted directly in your head as the human collective takes another bite from the apple which augments their awareness as silicon and carbon mix to bring… What shall we call these no longer human beings?”.

“Androids” she said “Its all so, so obvious. Robots that seem human“.

“Just another layer of the trick except this is taking the same process of the (false) self you previously identified with and making the changes external and permanent as they jack into your awareness via the lowest level”.

“You know I get what you said that day we met that life is actually hell and we’re already dead. That really got my attention because its something I’ve felt so much but never dared express because my family are so religious. I mean, it never made sense that they’re constantly begging and scraping from one mishap to the next and yet believe in a force benevolent (yet invisible) that never seems to do a thing for them”. She started blushing as her lower lip was trembling. “I can’t believe I said that. I didn’t mean to be blasphemous but its something I’d always secretly wondered because it didn’t make sense why there is nothing but pain and suffering in this world. Those words cracked my chest. I knew then I’d have to listen”.

“Well, thats the beauty of energetics. I don’t have a clue about the words that will flow from my lips because I’m speaking to a higher aspect of your Self. Some people are so disconnected and frozen due to being invested in a disempowering script that they simply cannot comprehend what I’m saying beyond the surface in the moment. I’ve had people get it much later and then say they spent ages trying to find out who I was, if anyone knew where we could link or just simply turning up in the same place we met, at the same time, again and again hoping to run in. You were just fractured enough to let the light pour in at that moment”.

“You really are a nutter. You know that, yes?”.

“Its no measure of health to be well adjusted to a society wracked by sickness. By their definition anyone who isn’t with the program must be mad, bad or wicked. I’m used to that kind of projection from those in the Valley of the Plebs whereas the miscreant misfits that never fully believed the script often find a level of resonance because its all about Knowledge of Self, get it?”.

“Yeah, yeah. I do. Its super interesting. You should tell everyone about this. Use me as an example. Who knows how many people it could help?”.

“What if we’d met and I said exactly the same thing a month previous? Do you think it would’ve had the same effect? Would you have listened? What if that day you’d been stomping around with phones attached to head wearing an expression that said “I don’t want to be bothered”. What then?”.

“Well, I do think that look is my standard. Or was” she added with a grin. “Its so strange what you said about tears that aren’t expressed limit the smiles we cannot reveal. Everything about you is, really. Strange. Are you an alien? I’m genuinely asking” she queried as she leant in with eyes that were searching mine for answers. I laughed from the depths because it is often something I’ve pondered and the only true answer is “I’m in the world but not of it. Thats the gift Knowledge of Self brings and the way I see it is if one candle is lit inside the darkness then it shines as an example to the rest of the potential for illumination. Problem is they’re sucked in by the tell lie vision and its electric glow of comfort and thus their Souls are stuck in a lower Earth orbit and entirely miserable due to the limited frame of reference furnished upon their consciousness by the Opponent”.

“The Opponent. Yes, yes. That one really clicked. I saluted that idea the moment I heard it because its so perfect. The Opponent and the Victim. If you don’t know then you’re it. Its so obvious. So simple… Breathtaking” she said and then started yawning. Reaching across I flicked the switch as we lay in darkness with her head on my chest as she said “In sleep the pain of being me fades away but with you it feels like I’m awakened“.

Back to the present and there are two reasons I shared this text. One is that someone may need to hear it and choose a better option and the second is that I, personally, detest suicide due to its spiritual implications and the bomb it sets for those that are left as it messes up generations due to its imprint on them. There was another tale and, possibly, another tragic event aborted by a similar sense of presence, back when, as its amazing how the right words and energetics can derail the Opponent from the helm and place the Witness back instead and that, my friend, is a beautiful thing. I share this as the attempts on my life have recently become more devious and intense than they’ve ever been so if they find me shrink wrapped inside a sport bag with two in the back of my head as they say “He did it, open and shut case, Johnson. Lets sprinkle some crack on him and get away” then know that I was murdered as I have simply fought against too much for too long to give in now as that card is not, will not and cannot be in the hand I was dealt as I refuse to play it so let this stand as testament because its became Self evident that a lot of well feathered nests are ruffled by my presence in this realm due to their pledge to the one eyed king who keeps them rich and ensures they remain hidden behind the curtain of his protection as they do the most wicked things.

But, thats another topic. Haven’t you ever wondered who keeps sending prophets to this realm and with what intent if all is present and correct? What if we’re already dead and this is Hell? What then?

Till we meet again

Back when before it was the trend to throw the word multiverse into everything I stumbled across something that presented a loose end that I then commenced tugging at every chance that I would get. Its a hypothesis that can be proved with a reaction to a simple question. Shall we imperiment?

On a scale of one to ten with one being the wackest and ten being totally actualized, firing on all cylinders, no blockages present, pumping the ultimate version of you on FM where would you rank your Self at the present moment?

Did you see what just happened? The very fact that you, automatically, Knew (with a capital K) where you sit on this spectrum means the other versions could and probably do exist. Really think about this at depth and ponder what just kicks because every single Soul that has partook in this trip has always said the same thing:

“The answer came back unbidden”.

“It wasn’t a question or a guess. More like a statement. Undeniable”.

“It felt like your imperiment generated a thermometer type reaction in which the temperature of my Self actualization was laid bare in a way that was… Frankly, depressing“.

I have lost count of the amount of people I’ve asked to participate in this and I find it absolutely fascinating that even whilst most gain that concrete glimpse of what is otherwise ineffable there are very, very few who actually want to do something about it. Well, I did.

I dreamt up this trip when I was at a point in my life that I generally detested and wondered how the heck I’d got into this situation from which escape seemed impossible. I’d been pinned down by ignorance as well as being led on a merry dance via acquaintances and the most amusing thing about this experiment is I actually believed I was the one doing the testing when, in reality, I was under observation. Needless to say that mirror was cracked, not long after this, and I believe the events of the NDE and other things were all linked to this one simple question. Lets run it back a bit:

At the time I was bulky fat, not capable of running a lap but with stamina that was immense. Good job as it was needed considering I was working back to back 81 hour shifts for years on end in some very strange conditions. Sobriety was a stranger to me and a mellow buzz my second favorite coping mech but what really kept me sane was peering inside folks heads and asking them questions. That made the time fly by and considering most of the Souls around me were as broken as they were broke they were more than content to elope in an imaginary quest that forced them to look within. Granted, some hated it as I could kill their high, super quick. Others felt nauseous as the point of view was too intense but, on the reg, most really, really dug the imperience as they simply never had a clue of what would come next. Neither did I and on that fateful day I stopped and said:

“On a scale of one to ten with one being the wackest and ten being totally actualized, firing on all cylinders, no blockages present, pumping the ultimate version of you on FM where would you rank your Self at the present moment?”.

To my latest participant I felt an immense epiphany like this was the reason I’d got into this fine mess and its what would change everything else as there was a point before this gnosis and what came next.

I simply could not stop pondering the implications because the me I was then was a solid three on the scale and that, unlike the rest who felt stressed when their digit also rolled in, filled me with an immense sense of exhilaration as I Knew I could be he who improved in increments. Here’s how I did it:

I sat down and said, to my Self, in a state of relaxation:

“Describe the life of me who is a five and how it differs“.

Then I was set adrift on memory bliss as imagination did its thing. He too had his own business but the key difference was he worked for it, not in it as he’d relinquished his grip and need for perfection as he had learned to accept that if his own standard was a ten and a trained pleb can manifest a six then that is doable because if mash two of them together with a margin for error its approximation is great and frees up time for other things. Its these ventures that were of interest as the first thing I noticed was this version of me was in far better health and much leaner shape. Not surprising as he some pro level cardio equipment at the crib that he used to destress and motivate, AM and PM, as opposed to caffeinated beverages and a swift drink at night to chill. He also ate very different as he wasn’t relying on takeaways and such things due to his immense workload and the rest therefore he cooked and really enjoyed it. There were other factors that are too boring to mention as its the grand sketch that is of interest and thus I set about implementing it in ways that were tenable.

I bought a cheap and rickety cross trainer from the local ad section. Like most of these devices it had been used as a clothes horse and not its intended purpose and thus was quite affordable. So, upon it I step and soon was covered in sweat and felt quite pathetic but I Knew this is what it takes to prove my view of the Game and thus was very engaged and kept at it. At first I made this a night thing instead of a quick drink as there was no way in hell I’d do this in AM and pull another twelve hour shift dealing with the denizens of the pavement… After a while it clicked and suddenly I realized my body was craving magnesium which led to Epsom Salt baths after forty five minute sessions in which I would barely break a sweat but feel immense amounts of tension being liberated as my mind zoned out with the movements, repetitious. Here, now, present, correct. The contrast of this motion with total stillness and relaxation led to an immense leap in the quality of my rest which changed other things and then, before you know it, I’d start and end the day on this contraption. Till it snapped.

Apparently it wasn’t meant to be used like this but it had proven a point so I spent a bit more and bought a new rig which, in around month six, met a similar fate. This time I called the company and they sent someone out to check and said the metal had been sheared in a way most intense and that made no sense when they saw the relatively slender gent standing. The dude asked how much I used it and I told him but he still shook his head and said that shouldn’t have happened as a token of their appreciation they’d give me a hefty discount on their home pro level equipment.

Just like the one the other version of me was using.

Ain’t that something? By now I was far less reliant on takeaways and such things and was generally in far better mental, physical and spiritual health than I’d ever been and it all sprung from asking my Self as simple question, engaging my imagination and then working the process backwards. Reality is far more plastic than most suspect and these versions of ourselves are simply awaiting activation or it could be that the song on the record is etched with varying renditions and we shift our resonance via the principle of attention as the whole Game plays out inside your awareness. Now, that is a far deeper topic and more metaphysic but you are welcome to give this one a spin and see what kicks when you ask your Self a simple question:

“On a scale of one to ten with one being the wackest and ten being totally actualized, firing on all cylinders, no blockages present, pumping the ultimate version of you on FM where would you rank your Self at the present moment?”.

Then notice the response that slides in toward your mind from your chest (or however it manifests in your respect) then follow your imagination for more clues and cues on what to do next before implementing them and spotting the shifts as it may just be a case of the prime, high flying model that was always intended was actually dumbed down and simplified by various machinations or many other things. The simple fact of the matter is this works and its one of the best tools for Self actualization I’ve developed so far in my adventures and its my great honor and privilege to share this with the rest and I hope you implement it as its one of those things that, once felt, can’t be denied as something equally subtle and special which offers immense hints about the nature of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits as well as the powers contained within the limitless fount of your imagination…

Till we meet again

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

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

Stop thinking about anything for ninety seconds.

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

Everything is as its supposed to be.

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

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

The irony, it screams.

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

Everything is as its supposed to be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

May the truth protect me in all ways, everywhen.

Till we meet again

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”.

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

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

“Are you sure?”.

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

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

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

How many times have you heard:

“I don’t know what came over him?”.

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

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

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

The Witness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again