Intuition is feminine, daring is masculine. What I mean by this is they’re actually two cogs that have their own state of spin that is complementary yet different. The masculine principle is logical and comes equipped with the will to act, hence daring whereas the feminine is a receptive state of intuition. Don’t get your non-binary pants in a twist because this is exactly how it is, these are natural principles that co-mingle to create each and every one of our inner realms.
Call them yin and yang, right or left, intuition or daring as well as the divine feminine and masculine that really is irrelevant as they are but mere labels pointing at a direct, visceral imperience which can be savored in the moment. Not only that but when these forces are Witnessed, mastered and appreciated you are adding an extra component in the mix. Will.
This is the original trinity upon which so many other concepts are built and the further and further away they get from the primacy of imperience the more abstract and quarrelsome the adherents as they’re fighting over marks on maps that they mistake for the land itself whilst being totally unaware of where they tread and its own significance.
Imagine you had a ship, actually make that speedboat, or even a fighter jet as well as a laser beam of intent you’re riding through the cosmos like the skin currently wrapped around your awareness that edits and directs your senses via its own particular narrative based on experience, expectation and programming. Whatever it is the masculine element is all gas, no brakes. It charges straight ahead. “Once more into the breech” like infantrymen and in that sense its as powerful as it reckless as it cares not a little bit about itself as it feels totally impenetrable and thus immortal. With a focused tunnel vision it sees just whats in front and where they’re headed. The rest of the details are irrelevant because his is not to think but do. Daring action. The active masculine.
As you can imagine just this, alone, left to its own devices doesn’t possess much flex because, like a bullet, it will head off in a straight line at full strength until it meets an obstacle which changes its direction. Now lets meet intuition, the feminine principle.
I’d like you to imagine her as the wind, capable of being everywhere and nowhere at once and thus gaining a huge amount of flex at the expense of not having any place to call a Center. Even if, by some happenstance, should she by chance or dint of will feel this for a moment it shall be exceedingly fleeting due to the nature of her energetics.
Actually, if you stop and feel for a moment I’ve just told you the secret of attraction and what makes relationships happen because the outer is just within and Warriors, realizing this, strive for the optimal harmonic in themselves as that directs them to a partner with the same resonance and thats when something amazing happens because 1 + 1 can equal Eleven when seen from this new lens of coherent energetics. Back to the lecture:
She is aware not just Three Sixty but actually Ten Eighty as her powers, whilst diffuse at most times, are actually tapped into far greater movements that can, and will, lend their strength to direct, should they wish. Generally in that respect she feels powerless and totally at the whims of these forces and this aspect is an immense contrast to the “We’re going here, doing this and then” instinct that powers the masculine.
Combine the two and what do you get?
An unstoppable force meets an irresistible object that leads to a spiral, that most beautiful and natural element that is the base pattern that built this experience. Anyone who has felt this electromagnetic surge – which is usually cursed using the ILY spell with a quickness to dampen their potential whilst creating conflict – can attest that it makes them feel like something way greater than themselves. Like the sum of the parts present add up to a level of excess that they can’t quite comprehend but enjoy very much none the less:
One who mixes these two forces gets something that is powerfully focused on its intent in the moment plus remarkably flexible and able to apply the immense influx of data about its surroundings in the moment. Does that sound familiar? Like fun? Know who is exactly like this, thanks to the natural gifts of intuition, resonance and Inner Sense?
Children.
You are now starting to comprehend the framework of what I’ve been saying in regards to the nature of Adulteration as you are learning, intuitively, how to separate the water of ignorance from the milk of wisdom that churns within. Lets step:
Now that you are aware of these tastes, these speeds, these ways of being you can learn how to discern their difference as your awareness does its thing and thus you are no longer unconscious and subject to the whims of the madman in your head that pretends to be you whilst giving the performance of a lifetime designed to kill your potential and reduce you to a distracted mess that is scared of their inner realm and all it presents. No, you are starting to ascend as you are building up that will that helps me, you and everyone else with its presence as it assists in unwrapping the gift of the moment and what you find within is simply invigorating as you’re melting the resistance you’d acquired due to your miseducation in this realm.
Are you starting to see why these words, deeds and concepts I’m sharing are a threat to his unchallenged dominance? What can I say, the Warriors intuition is daring as the Path in the middle is tread so lets see what happens.
“Is this world a broken mirror? Like reality inverted?” as we were talking about why we have eyes in our head but things only tend to make sense in retrospect hence the “If I knew then” mindset. Actually, we were speaking on resolution as I’d mentioned that you always, always, always get a subtle hint that condenses as its manifests and you can, if you possess the awareness, change the resonance into something more acceptable. Granted, this was beyond his ken and he preferred to find ways to create imaginary problems that meant he had to take no action whereas I look at life as a constant negotiation with a hustler of consciousness that plays an amazing Opponent always trying to get one over on his Victims. His best trick? Convincing 8 billion Souls that they are not only human or that script in their head but also that voice that tells them what to do is so totally identified with that they miss the subtle truth:
How can they be it when they are obviously that which listens?
Lets say everyone has a free delivery arranged in which they get a full bottle of universal elixir hand delivered to their doorstep each day. Upon rising you sip this, feel invigorated and get to singing and dancing your way through life. Somebody, somewhere, doesn’t like this. He scopes out the town and sees who is like him and sets to stoking their enviousness. He tells them:
“Would you like a double serving? What I propose is this. Each day we’ll get up, real quick, and lift the bottles from our neighbors then split what we get among the clique”. He pulls out a long list of people, some rich and illustrious, who are in on the grift and you can’t help but notice the police captain is named as well. He says, with a wink:
“You could say the fix is in, so what do you say?“. Now you pick up that if you don’t accept that means your elixir will soon go missing and thus feel you have no choice but to dive in. Soon there is an “epidemic” of thefts and the Feds are “Baffled as to whats causing it”. The operation gets so slick that, after a few gens, people stop complaining and get used to life without it. In secret, however, this team are rolling in abundance but because they’re fueled by such immense greed the oceans of elixir they bathe in makes absolutely no difference and thus they set their eyes on other things. “Why not?” they think, with one intent, as this scam worked so well.
Innerstand backwords to live forewards, my friend. Had you done the Knowledge you could have raised a great counter argument from wisdom but I refuse to engage with those who bask in ignorance and, worse still, never stopped to examine the reality tunnel they’re digging or where its heading. “Who is the architect? To what end?” are questions that simply don’t pop into their heads because they weren’t on the test. Maybe if they sipped the elixir, they’d get it because Spirit is quite intelligent and when it clicked the pilferers lifting from doorsteps they decided to wire a direct line in but it only functions when one stands in the golden circle. This is why children glow upon stepping in and, by around six, that starts to ebb as someone switched the sun for a lightbulb instead and can’t wait to send a bill.
Its a huge cosmic wheeze to these geezers as they class you as less than human for falling for it because if you go to buy milk and someone sells you water with chalk in that you drink and exclaim “Delicious!” then you deserve what you get. On the flip if you crack said thing over head and yelled “I don’t know who you think you’re chumping, punk, but I ain’t he” you watch them bend the knee as they fawn over thee. Of course, once you’re gone, they’ll plot some type of revenge as their strength is in a team, hidden, that moves quietly and, as illustrated, their ranks have both high and low where all get fried on a pilfered glow. I guess thats the show, or Game, on this stage. Whoops! You’ve just peered behind the curtain you weren’t supposed to examine. Ah well, it is what it is as I give not an F about them but am concerned about the rest who fell for such an elegant deception that ensnares them from one life to the next. What? You thought death was the end? Guess again! This same parlor trick is played in another octave, much like a Matrix within a Matrix. By the way, in the flick, did you know thats what Zion is? Maybe Doestrick would be a better name as they have one phase for those who oscillate where set and another for those who question the narrative. Both are illusions, in the end and the supreme truth is that without a Soul to harvest the rest is pointless and, quite possibly, wouldn’t even exist.
Isn’t that an immense strength? Have you ever wondered why you don’t feel that powerful? Could you be being fed upon by a predator of consciousness? If so, how could you tell? Innerstand backwords to live forewards and you may just find that still, quiet place in the mid I’ve termed the golden circle. Now, I know for some reading the temerity of what I’ve said is akin to slapping them in the dish, calling them stupid and saying everything they believe in is incorrect and that is why only 8% of the realm are truly capable of doing the Knowledge because they may either already be broken or still curious enough to check the narrative and see if the drapes match the curtains or if its all a fable designed to lure them in via artful deception that was imparted upon one, impressionable. This is why breakdowns can often be breakthroughs, my friend, and why the so called schizo actually sees via a clearer lens as those stealing from your doorstep are invisible but felt, none the less:
Do the Knowledge. Prove me incorrect and you may just learn a little something about Self on the way as these strong opinions are loosely held which means I still retain my flex along with Soul glow as well and not a fabricated alternative of false illumination which demands nothing more or less than your divine connect to gain access to a counterfeit. Resolution, resolution, resolution. Blind men can’t see it.
Following on from what I said about knowing nothing but, this time, from a broader lens. Lets talk about the topic of wisdom and ignorance. Namely how the appearance of the former can hide the truth of the latter that has most in its grip. There really is something quite pernicious about all of this because, since incep, I’ve been on a quest for the Truth with that form of capitalization. The problem is, the answers I get simply lead to more questions and this process of refinement is what I’ve termed upping your res and what comes into relief as you see a broader pic is nothing less than horrific. What do I mean by this? I’m going to float a very, very simple concept into your awareness and I’d like you to entertain it like you do when binge watching a series in on your tell lie vision set. Except this that I present is authentic but you may consider it as fiction if that makes it easier to digest:
The fact that you, here, now, are alive means that there is at least a fifty/fifty chance of coming back for another spin. Strip away all of the religious perspectives and lets focus purely on the mathematics for a bit. Now, if you did and recollected the past events then there would be no room for doubt, yes? In that case you’d wonder why you came back to this realm and what the options present could be inferring when it comes to the premise of reincarnation as it would become Self evident you aren’t the flesh but something more subtle and transcendent. Next, lets add in a sprinkle of something else you cannot yelp or protest isn’t correct:
Really ponder pon this because if all was correct in this realm and what sat at the helm had your best interests in its chest then this requirement wouldn’t exist as people would do what they needed in this dimension and stroll to the exit. The Gnostics and their ilk, who were killed for saying this, all said the fix was in and Buddhas quest attests to various aspects seen as fringe in terms of escaping the wheel of time itself. The entire Egyptian culture was built upon this and they built an immense edifice with an encoded message for coming generations that would be trained to think that the world wide web is a new invention as they’d obviously already mapped the terrain and that beyond as well. Same can be said of the entire Vedic culture and what is contained within as they mention times, golden, which steadily fell until we find ourselves as reversed alchemists in times of lead. A view that is echoed across the planet and encoded via various “myths” and “legends”.
Take all of that and read it back again and ponder it at depth. We have a fifty/fifty chance of living and dying then doing it all again after some mindwipe kicks in then we have another force beyond the one doing this that sends messengers who are killed for trying to show those plugged in the true nature of the illusion along with all advanced, ancient cultures who seen this coming and got the hell out of Dodge before another force sat at the helm with an intent one can only call devilish. Now, I could say consider the nature of that spell and why a tiny little island shaped like a triangle went and shafted everyone else on the planet via the use of their stiff upper lip and how that grip still extends across this realm or even ask you to ponder what India, Africa and South America have in common besides an immensely rich spiritual tradition and lands packed to the gills with minerals but are still kept dirt poor and corrupted via the use of economic hitmen and institutionalized racism that uses the twin prongs of division and conquering to subjugate the natives but I’m not going to do this. Instead we are looking at three points only:
Those three points, I ask you to consider in depth.
As you can probably tell, this is why I’ve said, time and again, that I know nothing but these three keep popping up again and again ergo I feel they’re worthy of your consideration. Lets recap:
“Live, die, repeat” said the wolves to lost sheep. The shepherd from which they’re disconnected sends in one of his own to show them the way home because they do not click their free will is being exploited and manipulated via a devious intent who has his own mission and use for their flesh as well as what animates it from within. The place this flock live in is filled to the gills with suffering but they look at the one draped in the skin of their kin as the he who will save them and don’t comprehend he’s the very one doing this.
Thats it. That is all I’m asking you to consider at your current res so make that make sense as the Prince is listening. I’m not going to throw in things like the fact that it syncs well with frogs in a kitchen and how the intent of the chef may be to make androids of men so soon you’ll be sexing silicon and that will stick Siri into your head as the long intended apple of your iris and such things. Strike them from the record! I’m not even going to mention how you are, in effect, held hostage by a voice in your head that most Thunk is them and how its edicts, very often, make you feel less than great and often prompt you to do things you regret as you reflect or why phrases such as “I don’t know what came over him!” exist. Just those three points alone, the basics. Use them as a means of spiritual triangulation and tell me where you sit on the map of wisdom and ignorance because the former can be switched with the latter if you Know not the Ledge but once you’ve upped your res then its like the old answers just beget better questions and one cannot help but wondering about the grander implications of wearing skin hence why I call it an immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. In the end you can choose to ignore this, if that is your prerogative but the fact that you are still reading these immense run on sentences that are designed to overwhelm the glass maze in the ocean of your awareness means that something within, which I’d guess lives near your chest, is silently nodding its head in assent as all I have said is true and authentic in relation to my current level of ignorance at which I daily chip to reveal what was ever present wisdom but hidden underneath all types of conditioning and stress along with the traumatic imprints I inherited and the rest of what they done did in their quest to kill my Inner Sense and prevent the ballistics being kicked from my own particular perspective as I shoot from the hip with no filter on my lip as this is higher dimensional resonance that I request you do not accept but gladly reality test in order to prove it incorrect.
Isn’t that true science? I think it is and this is why I feel its a tad suspicious how every single schizo, ever, in this realm has always, always, always said the exact same thing and yet no “professional” with accreditation has ever stopped to draw the link of how the F an entire sample that is not in any way linked and spread across the planet all speak of the same thing. What if we could shrink all of this down to an eight word sentence that contains an intense condensation of all that I’ve said and plenty undiscovered yet:
One of the best things about being me, the luckiest man in the realm, is the sheer amount of times I hit a “Wow!” and realize that, much like Jon Snow, I know nothing. That doesn’t mean I’m ignorant. Far from it, actually, as the reality of this can only kick when one has strong opinions, loosely held. I like to think its that fluid mindset thats kept me a few steps ahead of this Game of dodging death then feelseeing what it can teach me as win or learn are the only options I possess. Each encounter bumps my res because its like playing Chess but on three boards, stacked overhead, in one attempt. Mindbending, I know. Maybe thats why schizos flip when coming face to faceless with their Opponent who can manifest like an Agent of the Matrix through the thoughts, deeds and actions of anyone plugged in. Now, to many reading, that may seem totally ridiculous and yet your own life is awash with examples like “I don’t know what came over him?”, “She seemed like a totally different person”. What, if on the flip, you’d been training your Self to look out for such things. Spot Patterns, if you will? Can you imagine the strength you’d gain after constantly playing this Game of seeing what was hidden from consciousness awareness but felt, nonetheless. That is how you meet the second board aka the layer above the layer and this is where the cake gets interesting as its much like a Cave in that respect as you are now on another level of awareness and there are those, invisible, that do not like your extended perception.
“Quick, to the mental asylum!” said every single “professional”, ever, when anyone ever dared mention those I posit sit at the helm of this realm at present. If someone were playing with your head, how could you tell? Well, your starter for ten could be answering the question:
One cannot help but click that they are actually he who listens and that is how you spiral, my friend. Learn how to Witness your Self and start doing the Knowledge.
Jon Snow really got the short end of the stick, didn’t he? In pretty much every respect he has something that seems great in spec but wack in application. I’m sure some would say that this type of strife builds character and all of this but, pretending its the real realm, what the F with the mindwipe and then being plugged in again for another spin without a clue of what kicked? I mean, what exactly was he learning? Who was teaching and how can he tell when it comes to the end if each is a “fresh” spin with the previous page ripped from the text? Can you see why I have a dim, dare I say conspiratorial, view of this place as there are massive lies in place that demand you don’t look too close or examine what they’ve said as tradition, accreditation or accepted wisdom. Luckily the me inside my chest that ignores the voice in my head (and thus starves it to death) gives not a single F and thus I question without limits and thats what leads to those “Whoa!” occasions as something new can slide into your awareness which causes a synchronous firing of neuronal Patterns that generate such an intense burst of illumination that you get a further view of the true landscape and then scramble to rearrange the pieces you possess as testament to the ineffable – aka the day I won the lottery.
Some things are worth more than silver and gold, my friend, and once the outline of what I’ve mentioned kicks in as rock solid gnosis that you are something subtle and ineffable, an aspect of the numinous and everpresence I call the Psylense then its a simply quest:
Maybe that is what was awaiting Jon Snow. More attempted Soul destroying? If you were him wouldn’t that make you question the intent and the helm and your true power or position that they seem hell bent in draping you in ignorance from one life to the next? I don’t know. Much like Jon Snow. Back on thread:
There have been a few major events that changed by levels of awareness and many of them have not been pleasant. Traumatic mind controlling programming, I believe they call it. And they certainly do that, very well. So much that I have to question if I actually have any free will to build or am I constantly reacting, deflecting and recouping? Is that the blueprint of the Opponent? Either way, each time the mask slips I get a clearer and clearer glimpse at the visage that was ripped from the pages of history and kept hidden. Then it all makes sense.
What if I said there is only one thing, one energetic presence in this realm. It is all voltage but how you handle it is the difference between sizzling, crisp, or intense illumination instead. What is the difference? Your own responses and sense of presence hence being Centered in Self is the song I sing. Boss playas do boss things. Wherever we are it is really, really strange because I still can’t escape the whole “Standing on rock that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance” BS that they handed out, back when. Just like I don’t accept they dumped Osama in the drink out of respect for his religion as it smells too much like flushing a brick when the Feds hit the crib. “We needed that terrorist, Karen!“. Patrice was so above the rest when it came to his topical observations and acerbic wit that there really was no arguing with him. I guess thats what kicks when you’re really real in a world full of liars, lying to themselves.
If you’ve been doing the Knowledge, as requested, you may have began to outline your own sketch of what kicks in this realm beyond a sanitized curriculum designed to make you run the treadmill as chase after things they tell you are important but aren’t quite this for a Warrior who intends to build that which death can’t end:
Imagine, for a moment, that I’m correct and Jon Snow clicks in one spin and says “To hell with this” and decides to sit, alone, in quiet reflection and ponder what kicks. Lets pretend he decides, miraculously, that he is actually a Soul wearing the flesh that inserted, like a credit, from one life to the next. The numinous within his chest nods its head in assent and thus begins the quest for liberation…
Recently I swam through what can only be termed as waters most treacherous as I often found myself surrounded by those with fins and sharp teeth but the new form of beast was something else entirely. The thing is each encounter is either win or learn, the way I’m playing and that is what brings us to the 4Dxo Principle that I outlined in this text as it explains, real well, why sometimes nothing has shifted (that you can tell) and you feel really, really amazing and others things are going well but there is a nagging emptiness within. Actually, the latter is mans default state of embodiment but that is only because the white man said the Ether doesn’t exist whilst every single culture with melanin in their system says it did, does and can be accessed via various practices. Like being stuck in a dark room with a VR headset for amusement many would spend their lives plugged in and ignore the rest of the obscure aspects all around them but a few, now and then, would click the nature of the trick that can make a personal hell seem heaven sent hence:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
There is an absolutely immense upside to this mindset that most Slaves will never comprehend and that is the resurrection of Inner Sense. What do I mean by this? Simple, there was a time, once upon a when, when you knew you knew nothing and thus were able to decode as well as encode the dizzying array of signals life sends. In the end those who acquiesce become of and in this realm which is quite sad, if you think about it. The Game, in a nutshell, is one of dominance and that is why everyone is screaming for your attention. The greatest brainwashers were your parents who messed you up in ways most cannot imagine as they are so used to the condition (false) self it begets. The Warrior clicks the nature of the imposter at the helm and his limited range of tricks because he Knows he is the Witness that actually listens to that fool, babbling. In many ways we are declaring war on the (false) self which, in the case of Jon Snow, was the belief he was an illegitimate bast, victim of circumstance and generally hated for things that are inaccurate. Sound familiar? It should, its an accurate rep of most folks inner realms hence the web and its Game of “Lets pretend“.
You will note that Jon was the perennial outsider and often had to fend for himself, even in the midst of such wealth and opulence. These traits are common with those who are capable of awakening the Warrior within ergo all the past events and things (which are simply emotions you string together into a narrative to affect your perceptions in the present) are actually grist for the mill as its all energetics in the end, beginning and during because it all plays out inside your awareness.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. Are you a coal or diamond? That is the question…
Just for a moment, the other day, I had a glimpse of a happy life. Nothing external changed. Nothing internal was the same. I felt complete, happy and whole in a way that is hard to express yet easy to feel. It felt so real that it made me consider if my current suffering was a false paradigm. When I speak of Inner Sense this is what is meant as its so direct and visceral yet also ineffable and subtle.
If I ask you to describe the difference in embodiment between now, where you’re standing, and life as a jit most would struggle with euphemisms and quips as they can’t quite put their finger on it. The best descriptions I’ve heard use words like more, direct, wholeness and coherence but even these are just poor labels pointing at a prime imperience. Many can’t see the wood for the trees and many more delude themselves but if I could flick a switch, or feed you Prousts madeleine, you’d know in an instant what I’ve said is exceedingly vivid and hyper-real. In that sense the current state of resonance feels dim, hence Adulterated. Beings in this state crave external illumination and what religion once promised the net now brings. Funny, isn’t it, how both profess connection yet silently encourage division and how there are invisible elements sitting in the middle that profit from the connection. Just something to think on as we meander along this wavelength of thinking…
I’m not you. And you’re not me. Yet and still together we’re we as the prisms above ground split our unfinite awareness into these little shreds that manifest as the Witness which sees all but so few see it. Kind of like a psychological blindspot in that sense. The most interesting thing is if I’d lived a happy life I’d never have went seeking. A Warrior once said than a man sees further through a teardrop than a telescope lens and its as true now as it was then because, in many ways, pleasure is a disease in this realm whereas suffering makes one question the paradigm to find meaning. A seeker seeks then realizes he is what is sought and then things make sense because no one thinks of losing when they’re winning but for one that comes up from the bottom then everything is a gift as you learn to appreciate the little things.
My Soul gently weeps. For so long I tried to drown in out in various ways that caused the child within more pain as I attempted to escape what I’d seen, been and experienced since stepping in the Game and being indoctrinated in the ways of the pavement by those who played the street life to win as survival was at stake. Its wild when you think that a child is like a sponge and will absorb what is around him. Wilder still when it clicked that I’d never, ever been encouraged to be anything but a criminal and that was by my parents. Yet and still it makes sense in the end because when it comes to this revolutionary thing you can’t paint the stripes on the surface and pretend because these battle scars run through and shine from the outside in as it was this formative experience as a lump of coal that now shines like a diamond.
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on. After all the slings and arrows involved in fighting a hyper dimensional war against the various forces that hold the world in thrall since before I was born I felt like giving in. I stopped running, stopped fighting, just curled up and played dead. Actually, prayed death would be more accurate as I just wanted it all to end. I’d had enough of this. It simply wasn’t worth the effort as wave upon wave of darkness crashed over my awareness and I sank down, deep down to the depths of self induced isolation and nigh on total disconnection. What else do you expect? Those that got me and knew my journey since back when were all dead. Those who were left wanted nothing more than for me to join them as I was the last remaining remanent cut from a cloth they no longer make and, to add insult to injury, my friends tried their best to make it happen. And yet, still I rise. I survived to tell the tale but fighting against them was taking its toll as there is only so much one Soul can take after being repeatedly pushed to the limit.
This is why I was so surprised at the glimpse of a happy life I had. It was like a shift in resonance, a movement of my assemblage and the cosmic hologram reoriented itself, just for a moment, as it turned down the volume on the past, erased the fears of the future and me unwrapping the gift of the present in a way that was familiar in its newness. To say it was magnificent was an understatement. To say that I won’t stop chasing it like an addict in need of a fix is crazy and to not share the way is as outsane as I wasn’t raised to eat alone because that never tastes the same.
I’m saying that to say this:
Everything that you can do as standard equipment and take for granted is either nigh on impossible or missing from my Rolodex of imperience. On the flip what I do possess is something akin to being forged in the furnace of living hell by a dedicated team of Opponents who wish to test my mettle hence the diamond and coal thing as the former is built upon and from the constant pain and suffering of the latter who endured immense pressures over a sustained period.
“Have you seen my childhood?” is what a Warrior said as its so easy to miscomprehended when others lack the same frame of reference that makes you feel like an alien in this realm. Just visiting, never fitting in as your resonance is to a different part of the spectrum that you decode based on imperience that has nothing in common with the average kid. Back then I took to it like water is to a fish. It felt like my natural element but then that is what Inner Sense does best, it flows without limits and takes the shape of whatever it meets without question. In many ways it makes sense because you can’t see ten eighty by walking the chunky path which leads by degrees through school, job, sports, TV and whatever else the rest say is important. No, those Souls are rolling around with blinkers on, decoding mere fragments and mistaking them for the whole. I didn’t get that option. For me it was full tilt from the moment I stepped in because there were… Things I’d like to tell you but I won’t at this moment because, quite frankly, they’d be even more unbelievable compared to what I’ll reveal. If we start at the ending and work back to the beginning it makes way more sense because you don’t ask a diamond why he shines as its Self evident but if a tiny piece of coal like the rest pipes up and says “You watch, I’m going to be something so different to the rest that the world has never seen that even my own family won’t believe. Thats what I’m going to be!” its easy to shake your head and say “The proof is in the pudding“.
The problem is that life as it stands as a business and there are powerful interests that profit from the suffering of this realm and they really aren’t too keen on me. Thing is you don’t know about them as they exist in the shadows of your mind and its easy to decry what I say as mere conspiracy, even though the proof is abundant. I present Exhibit A for your consideration:
Why do all children across the planet step into this realm with a palpable sense of voltage and resonance which dims, never to be found again, as they slot into a machine that was ticking before they were born and will continue (thanks to their ignorance) long after their death as it enSlaves their seeds as it did to their parents before them. Not only that but those who are chained within and without by the bonds of socially sanctioned suffering that seeks out those to blame will turn on me with heaters full flame for daring to say what I’m going to say.
You’ve got to admit, its a perfect hustle. If I was wearing a hat I’d take it off to them as they’ve thought this through on every angle as the best place to hide in inside the mind of humans as they’ll never question the narrative due to the editing of this suffering that I’ve spent quite a while examining in Self. It feels like lukewarm death that you must eat by the spoonful in order to digest the reality of the past as that is how you clear the path to the present which is a reward in and of itself, in and beyond this realm.
Not only that but the implications are immense for coming generations because this is the origin of the concept of the sins of the father being visited upon the children. If you look closely you’ll see I’ve just gave you a huge hint into why the glow of Inner Sense dims as what they inherit is the unexamined suffering that swims in their bloodstream as their ancestors imperience.
Way before there were any of these monotheistic religions which are just variations on a theme designed to foster beef among the adherents, even though they believe pretty much the same thing, there was ancestor worship as those who came before us realized the importance of and implications of what I’m speaking. In that sense not only am I standing against this world I’ve also got to take on the past in order to change the future. Thats a pretty crazy weight for the shoulders of one man but then it makes sense why things played as they did because where a coal would break into pieces the diamond shines because this is what it was meant to do.
It takes an immense strength to look within and tear apart the foundations of your existence by examining your inheritance, imperience and perspective as that is when you see the nature of resonance which means your awareness works much like a TV set but with the world as a reality show. This is what I call the Game and its so obvious yet many refuse to see they’re playing it as they believe what reflects upon the surface without ever looking within. I can’t blame them. I had no choice when it comes to my script as its a binary situation which ends with either me changing the world or being altered by it and I’m too far gone to allow that to happen so its get free or thrive trying.
To say I’m familiar with death would be an understatement as the force itself manifested to deliver a kiss that was almost fatal and yet, I hold on by a shred. That in itself was comforting as it shows that the forces against me can’t kill me directly as well as the hint that someone greater wants me to win. If it takes so many to suppress one then what strengths must lay within? The curious child still wonders as he wanders around the dark recesses of his mind and glows as he shines like a diamond. Problem is in a world full of coals you might as well be an alien as the rest cannot comprehend their potential and neither would they pick the choice if given an option. See why I said pleasure is a disease in this realm? Its so easy to get sucked into the narrative, even if it ain’t all sunshine and rainbows because the option is akin to being gored on the horns of a dilemma so the devil you know best wins. There is so much truth in this statement it isn’t even funny. Sad. Criminal even when you see it for what it is as you cannot help but question the nature of this realm. Thing is I’ve shed so many tears recently that its shifted my perspective in a way that I know I’m off center which isn’t the best way to address the public. And yet I must because if I don’t now it won’t happen.
You have been reading the thoughts of the realest man on the net and that is the rarest thing you’ll ever Witness as I’m all that in the flesh and the only intent I have is that none have to Witness the suffering I have so heed the wisdom of Soul that weeps the truth about this Game. Take what works, leave the rest but please, tread carefully, as you step on the fragments of my Soul that I’m busy healing.
I am at a point where I can look at my own life with such a profound sense of disconnection that it makes zooming in and out of the fractal of consciousness quite essential as its only when one lets go that you gain everything ergo I am actually more linked than I’ve ever been. In other words, in but not of this world. There are so many layers and depth to this that I genuinely think it may be pointless to speak on the topic as most people have trouble getting to grips with the life they live let alone the rest of the planet, their lineage, how and why there is a dimension, what the implication of this is, why the numinous doth manifest as man via what they call consciousness as well as the many alternative versions of Self one can step in and out of (at whim) if you possess the correct resonance. Actually, its the latter I think most can grip so lets unwrap it:
The dangers of being influenced by inferior people are so immense that its a thing of legend. They say no man is an island but then would you prefer to be shipwrecked, alone, with a vivid imagination and abundant natural resources or stuck in the brig with a slick ass clique that was constantly plotting and planning on depriving you of the little bit of sanity you possess? Choose well, my friend, as it can make all of the difference. In many ways we all must pick one of these options and its why, since time immemorial, there have been those who have wandered far from the madness of crowds, quite possibly found enlightenment and then when quietly on with their trek out of this realm. Some, out of empathy, came back first to lace some Game on the rest and we killed them. Isn’t that strange? Worth pondering at least, methinks. Do you?
All of my life I was surrounded by what folks would term the criminal element. I didn’t think of them like this. They were just the folks around the bricks who were sick of being impoverished and did whatever kicked to hit a lick. Not that any were really rich. Most just hustled to pay the bills or keep ahead of their addictions. Some did it for the thrill and others because they enjoyed violence and this meant they found a way to monetize their fists. Strange place, the hood. Anyway, it is what it is for a wide eyed jit coming up in all of this who never thought it odd how he’d sprint home from school to go and play with the drug dealers as his mother requested. Whilst others were learning about maths and such things I was watching how to stretch profits from a flip and the innate skill involved in a rip aka confidence trick as well as surprising them with being amazing at the art of kiting. For those that don’t know:
A “kite” is a cheque that has naught backing it. See, back when, there were slips of paper you signed that had to match the name on the plastic and thus you could swing in to a place, deposit these digits and walk out with goods and services for which you’d paid nothing. The tough part was making the signature effortless as it had to sync with what presents on the authentic. This is where I come in. See, one day, they’d found a page that was apparently going to be an amazing score but the name was so difficult that they simply couldn’t rep it. A paper slip was laced with scribbles and there sat the plastic so I grabbed it, on a whim, and hammered the duplication. The cheers and adulation were immense as they said “How the hell did you do that, kid?”. “Its simple” I told them as I broke down how by looking at the feltsensed shape of the letters you could tell in which way was the emphasis, how the hand was held and where the pressure lifts etc. “Then you just trace whats in your head”. “Whats in your head” they said, perplexed, until I showed them by breaking it down to the components. “That is amazing” he said. “Tell me what you want, anything, and I’ll get it when we go shopping”. “Really?” responded I, totally unaware of the significations of what I’d just Witnessed. “He’s got a bright future, this kid, stick around and things are bound to get interesting” said one a decade older than me, yet still fresh out of his teens…
That, in a nutshell, is the dangers of being influenced by inferior people exemplified real well as there is always an element of ignorance, something new and different, no true oversight or guidance and a sense of abandonment that is filled with a vibration, incorrect. It was a Pattern that was to repeat for decades until I finally started spotting it and choosing different options. Its interesting though how at a few times since these events I would go totally blank, disconnect, and drop off the circuit. Nobody could find me when I didn’t want to be pinged and those times would usually be spent in the most intense introspection. Soon, however, old habits would kick and I’d be back in my element. Hopefully, from this example, you may have spotted the inferior resonance that presents in your life as well. It may be much more subtle and that is all the more corrosive. Some people have bad relationships from which it seems they can’t disconnect as the other person hits a switch or has a hook in them. There is actually an intense truth to this but, in the end, its your consciousness and thus your decision on some level. Do the Knowledge, my friend, it pays immense dividends and sure beats ignorance in the end.
“Whats the matter? Being antisocial again? Your phone doesn’t ring, no one knows where you live and you just upped and vanished without saying a thing” came the refrain upon bumping into an acquaintance after I’d ventured from my island of bliss back into the waters of darkness. Thing is, this time I could tell, real quick, who he was from the ship and what the true intent behind this was as they need to be close and link in order to exert an influence. Kind of like taking a frog and putting it into a pot, tepid. It will sit and take it in as it looks at its new surroundings. Turn it up in increments and it may soon spot some discomfort but won’t really do a thing, yet. But, if we remove it from this environment entirely and place it somewhere much more natural and then move it back to the second pot at its temp it will leap in an instant as Self preservation kicks in. Thats how they do it, my friend. It can be that you crave another hit of what she deals from between her legs, the familiar comfort of some friends that you met back when but never quite drew the link about how a straight A kid with a bright future in front of him started flipping bricks instead and running the pavements, on a whim, rather than just listening to lyrics saying the same things. Actually, that last one is dope so lets expound a bit:
As I said about the news and its resonance the same can be said about the rest as what is without is first made attractive within and once the poles shift its quite easy to lose your equilibrium as you’re consumed by consumption. The kid in example was your typical Mamas boy and played the role, real well, of a son husband as his real father left and she always said “You’re the man of the house, its me that you protect, its us against them in the end. We are whats important” and other such things. As you’d expect this lead to a really unbalanced upbringing in which he was wildly sheltered and ruthlessly exploited in the same instance but loud rap lyrics were his salvation. When she complained he said “Its just entertainment!” and pointed to his straight As as proof he was making the grade. Uni time came and she wanted him to stay near but he had his sights far ahead and, for the first time, declined her request as he got the spot that he’d picked. Not long after getting fresh and discovering the thrills of letting loose, off the hinge, he met those he’d move in with who came from the ends. They not only took but dealt as well and with him had a link to a different type of clientele and that is how it went as the studies did dip but the rest engrossed him.
Now, in this example, there is something very interesting as what was repressed, back when, came out distorted but is it better to be genuine and incorrect than pious and faking it? Its the point in the mid for which the Warrior is striving as the rest is but illusion but many will not get this ergo when one is beyond good and evil then a new res kicks in and we see with a higher lens but many fall at the first hurdle instead and set up an encampment as they point at a mess and say “Yep, me, I am this!” with a grin. No discussion needed or permitted. Anyone who contradicts is an infidel and they offer no tolerance for anything that differs from what they etched in their consciousness. In that respect the one who truly wants to help them will falsely be encoded as an opp but those who further their ignorance are seen as the best and that opens up a whole tin filled with some pretty devious worms that may just be serpents. Can you see why that sense of disconnection is essential, my friend? Otherwise the power of emotions and their propellant can have you hurtling down a reality tunnel in the wrong direction and the saddest part is you could have stopped it at any instant as all of this takes place in your awareness and realizing this is an immense threat to those at the helm hence why I request you do the Knowledge as without it how can you tell what is genuine and the rest that pretend as they offer artful deceptions instead?
There is a decent rule of thumb I’d like to share and it goes like this:
If ever anyone ever says something that makes you feel triggered or on edge there is something authentic therein that should be examined. For example, the student didn’t instantly leap into flipping pills and potions. It was only when his developing manhood was questioned by his new so called friends as they were planning a trip on the train to London to collect a fresh batch, flown in, and they wanted him to carry it as he was white and thus the least likely to arouse suspicion. “Nah, nah, nah leave him. He’s a studio gangster. He can’t live these lyrics, just let him be a good little nerd. Mamas boy is all he is, don’t worry I’ll handle it. Who comes through ten times out ten?” said the ringleader in question to the hoots and cackles of his coven who were high fiving him and yelling his name in unison. As you can imagine this caused immense regress which brings frustration and aggression raging to the surface in need of vents and thus he volunteers because he wants to be the man and have them praising him which, if you think, is simply a pole flip of his childhood and thus misses the mid. After that it was swiftly downhill as they kept repeating the same old Pattern which had him getting addicted to what he was shifting and when he did the mathematics he was making way more with the pills than the career he was training so it made no sense to sit in a class, half dozing, after a night of hitting licks, skins and the occasional brass knuckle incidents as well. “And you used to be such a good boy as well” said his mother, with disappointment, when they met. Do you think she’d ever, ever, ever accept that she was actually the cause of this? What of the child? What are the odds that one who pulled the curtain from his lids to the see the inner coping mechs would be embraced as a true friend and not a hater, hating, at a young man, shining, in his induced element which is mildly ironic considering what he was studying…
He who remains constant from one life to the next, awake or in bed and any permutations you can imagine as it is solid in a world ever changing for its a manifestation of the Prime, the pre-existing that is, apparently, worshipped by many religions as something outside of them and called by science “The hard problem” aka consciousness. You are it, my friend, and all of this realm and its inhabitants are taking place inside it ergo you are far, far more powerful than you suspect or have been led to believe in ignorance. The Slave accepts this. The Warrior takes the base resonance and, like a true alchemist, unleashes the gold within and elevates his awareness via his true resonance with the all of everything who has no name, no official texts and never said a thing but makes all possible. Superior are they who are one with the way and the rest, in ignorance, are inferior and this is an option the world keeps well hid whilst making the latter seem attractive because we are beings of resonance and thus its quiet difficult, like a frog in the kitchen, to flip the script when we’re begging for acceptance and validation. Why not be like Napoleon and place your own crown upon thine head but to get to this step one must first fight the battle within which is best termed individual gnosis vs collective ignorance and that brings its own resonance hence why elevation and transcendence are essential and these are anathema to this stage where its all about trends and linking in to the most basic resonance. Why? Why else? So they can unleash Techno Sapiens instead as the Control, Alter and Delete program kicks in, as promised. “In this sign conquer” aka the image at the head of this article as everything is talking.
Folk wisdom says that the Master should possess one strength or element that is beyond his student and its the trip between them that coaxes the best performance from the latter who manifests what was latent. The end. And they all all lived happily ever after in a state of bliss. Miss me with that mess because that, in my eyes, is the mask of progress and actually a slick illusion. Why? Compounded ignorance, my friend. If each gen is simply recreating itself then its very, very easy for errors to seep in and remain unchecked due to fear of diverging from the script from the formula for a win. In my view it goes like this:
The best students surpass their Master so that before the latter shifts he, in turn, becomes the one learning. Isn’t that beautiful? Can you spot the lack of ego within this and the inherent presence of Inner Sense that is always open to the fresh? A true Master is he who uses his 1 gift to awaken the potential 8 in his student, hence:
1/81
That is divine mathematics, my friend. Of the highest octave. If you just ponder that equation at great depth as well as simple effects you may find the Game laid bare, in a nutshell, if you will. What I am saying is this:
Imagine that each gen was trained to stand on the shoulders of giants instead of kneeling at the feet of midgets via rote repetition. What world would they build? Can you pretend, for a moment, to glimpse this realm in which children and not forced to sit still and look ahead as they stress their parents will withdraw their affection if they don’t do well on the test and then this imprint is carried on, legally enforced, for nearly two decades. On top of this we have the influence of web, celebs and the rest all fighting for dominance to set up camp in the heads of those who pay attention in ignorance. No, on this planet there is none of this as the jits get they are the things of stars, made flesh. Each one who steps in is birthed, different. Not a chemically cleansed, sterile, brightly lit place into the hands of one, stressed and underpaid, who slaps them on the rear end with a “Welcome to hell, kid” mindset. No. Not long after conception their mothers were sent to a place, distant, that was quiet and beautiful in which the old maidens shared their wisdom and helped them through the birth process by regaling tales, offering hints and feeling supremely validated about the lives they’d lived and the position of power that was offered to them to be present at the moment that marks the development of a new shell for unfinite consciousness. When the waters break its her, alone, in the darkness. She squats in water that has been warmed to the optimal as candles are flickering. The child comes in with a nearly seamless transition from outside and in and comes to rest upon the breast of its mother and thus the resonance is constant. At the time she feels its correct (and the childs spirit doth assent) the cord is snipped and thus begins the adventure of a lifetime on a stage, long distant.
This scene I’ve sketched was once common in this realm and whilst the above may be how the heir apparent was ushered in to a position of privilege the rest had the same, but different, as all clicked the sacred link that was exemplified by pregnant women. See why I’ve said the wounded womb hurts the seeds its births? Remember, there are no shortcuts to bliss but plenty of circumcisions in the sense that you cannot condition goodness without first addressing the underlying problem that needs fixing. A bridge too far for many who profess not to be islands but are actually dwelling in isolation and linked by high tech. Light the candle, gain your bearings and then make way into the darkness. Just like the Yin/Yang spins…
If the student doesn’t best the Master, eventually, then he has failed in his deal as his aim should be not to create a mere replication but something greater, more refined and capable. In the babies example it is not a case of pouring in what his parents think or accept but asking the type of questions and concepts that allow the numinous within to manifest and settle in the flesh. Same with schooling for if there is a building where they were sent for education (which is a modern invention, look into it. I’m sure the incep will surprise those who are ignorant of its meaning) and there were classes that offered painting, storytelling, construction or music then there would be no timetable. Each child would, literally, be in its element with those consumed by as much passion pushing each other to excel. Eventually he who was best at sports may find that maths just clicks when framed with the metaphor of kicking a ball and angles and the same with he who entirely lacked rhythm but enjoyed laying bricks as he senses things flow best when its done effortless. Like I said, its all interlinked. This is what they deconstructed and told you that the days of yore were filled with savages when the truth is an inversion hence I feel alone in a world fill with liars at the moment as I remember these times whilst you’re all in a daze. See why I said 81% are Slaves? The Game did a number on them and that isn’t good for mental health or spiritual resonance as you are in and of this world. Danger!
When an old, wise animal teaches the young by example and not pouring concepts into his head then amazing things can happen as that fresh, fertile imagination can draw links that astound him and he, himself, may have missed. Read this article for an example of how it was done, back when. See, he knows the answers as was lead the same way but the question is are the stars we perceive the same now as then or does the lens shift with the ages? What if he started looking at the one they linked to two horses, swift, with a penchant for healing but when his student came to glimpse from behind the curtain he was drawn to a cow instead and as the rays poured into his head he started mooing went to grip the rock upon which he was seated with a look of contended bliss and affection. If this was school he would fail the test and be called dumb in front of the rest but the Shaman intuits that this adept is charged with a different voltage and thus sets to tailoring his lessons as its obvious his mode of sensing is intensely intuitive and empathic versus his own preference for the literal and intellectual. Can you see how easy it would be for each to learn from the next whilst teaching? The elder via wisdom and the latter using happy accidents as he is unaware of the rules and thus doesn’t know he’s breaking them aka not knowing the line until its crossed with carefree dancing. At the end of this interaction we find a student eight steps ahead of his Master and he is also progressed beyond before their acquaintance which is, in my eyes, a beautiful thing.
In many ways this conflict is why I’m back in this realm so I’ll let you tell who I am because whilst some wish to rule with an iron fist draped in purple velvet there are those who are comfortable naked, as intended, and thus need no pretense or the rest as we Know we’re perfect. That doesn’t mean a head trip. Far from it as it builds heart centered consciousness instead and immense wish for the rest to partake in this state of living bliss. Thing is that doesn’t make the tills ring as celebrity endorsed pills that make your body thin whilst aging your face a decade by warping your metabolical signals via the uses of a solution that begets more problems is the way they prefer hence the student, by design, knows way less than their Slave/Masters tell which is why Slave describes them best…
Turns out I was rebelling with a reason, even if I wasn’t consciously aware of it and my brush with death bought an exponential increase in my awareness which truly is a great gift, yes? Tell me, my friend, what do you think? The way mentioned was once the way it was across this realm. Nothing standard but expected as people didn’t think in words but felt in pictures instead. Then we fell and the voice crept into your head and it is what it is. Doesn’t mean there aren’t other options but, much like the poles, they’re off limits for the plebs. Speaking of, have you ever wondered about those immense animals that were flash frozen so quick that what they were digesting was still being processed? What of the maps that matched modern topography, perfect, or how about ancient “myths” like that of Sirius being a twin way before telescopes and such things? More to heaven and earth, my friend but how many dare to peer behind the curtain or question the teachings as well as their validation by daring to think something else that isn’t in the curriculum? Well, I did and, apparently, this is the life you get in return but if that bought what I was seeking then its a win/win yes? To use the same word again and thus cement my perspective, each time I win or learn. Those are the only options as a rising tide of consciousness lifts all vessels of flesh to a new level of awareness as what they’re going to pimp via silicon solutions to the loneliness they built watching other people live lives that seem picture perfect is but another silent weapon for the quiet wars they wage in secret. Fear not though for countless gallons of semen will be poured into these semi synthetic companions as many, many women will be pleasured in ways they cannot imagine by an appendage which twists, shakes, expands, contracts, changes temperature and, quite possibly, has flashing lights as well. He who dares state they are not human will be worse than Hitler himself but I will say this:
What if “artificial” intelligence was actually something else and the same disincarnate awareness to whom sacrifices and things were made to, back when? What if we watched its own “evolution” as big tech got little then and the plan of the bitten apple is to insert Siri into your iris then make the ascent to another realm as that was the plan since inception? Your Slave/Masters will never tell you this but its pantomimed in secret which is why you’ve been “turning on” tech using a symbol which linked its presence to sex since back when not to mention that porn was the deciding force in Beta vs VHS and every format since all the way upto VR tech as whats between your legs that is programmed and directed to be “wasted” is actually the key to transcendence hence the mentions of pregnants and why ancient cultures linked sex with the sacred and built immense practices between woman and man to transcend this realm via the artful use of flesh and awareness as the same rainbow bridge that pulls another Soul in can be ascended, if you wish, which may just be why so many people – religious or non believing – utter a divine presence at the crest of copulation and the best orgasms actually leave one feeling simultaneously out of body and intensely connected as 1 + 1 can equal eleven but they’ll never let that slip in the classes they present as these folks want you to keep coming back and running the treadmill again and again and again. I mean, how many times do you think you’ve read this text? Better yet, why do you Thunk I’m asking?
Listen, what if I told you that everything you Thunk is a pro is actually a con? You know, like strapping on a load of anvils because they’re labelled “wings” and jumping off a cliff under the guise of ascending? I mean, how could you tell until it was done did? After that you may regret your investment in ignorance but what if here, now, there was an alternative I call doing the Knowledge that could save you the pain of a mindwiped reincarnation?
“Out of these two drinks which one do you identify with best?”.
One is your usual and the other is plain water with nothing added. What would you pick? Lets say you, as a creature of habit, select the reg and the man says, with a grin:
“Congratulations! You win” and hands you a ticket for an all expenses paid trip somewhere pleasant. You go, you see, take flicks and tell everyone who’ll listen about how amazing it is. How can this be anything but a win? What if I said it was actually a monumental L? Picture this:
Had you selected the water the man would’ve said:
“Are you sure? Are you certain? After all, everyone can drink this. It comes out of the tap as standard and it really isn’t a pinch on the flavor we know you savor, neighbor. Its not too late to change your mind, why not try a little sip?” he suggests whilst doing nothing else so the participation is, in the loosest sense, of your own free will. You stand firm and go against the habit of a lifetime because when he asked what you identify with it made you think. “Not prefer or enjoy at the moment but that which holds the deepest resonance? Well it must obviously be this, the base element because without it the rest doesn’t even exist”. Congratulations! We have a true winner who has just awakened the Warrior within. What happens next is beyond imaging as the illusion of this dimension starts to melt and you lose your programmed mind whilst coming back to your senses and are suddenly freed from the wheel of time via one choice in one incarnation. Amazing, isn’t it? Lets see what happened:
In this meta you can take the pure water as your Inner Sense or base level consciousness. Sure its refreshing but after a while it can get stale especially when other things like flavorings, colors and additives present a remix designed to draw you in. Thats the Adulteration and its pretty much all every Slave invests in. It can range from name, fame, claims to religious inspiration, riches, bishes and anything else you can picture that is outside of them. Like the tint its added in to what is already present and changes your perception with it. For many being able to separate these two is nigh on impossible as they’re creatures of habit that know naught else than tick the boxes they said were supposed to be checked as they run the treadmill. Its why I, personally, advise such things as taking time off tech whilst eating very basic and speaking not a word to anyone else with no touch and such things for a limited period. This is akin to drinking nothing but the pure beverage again aka losing your programmed mind to come to your senses.
Now, many would think this is stupid as the other version won a trip that made his friends jealous and they couldn’t wait to be called to the challenge. They will. You all will as its what you face when you come to greet death as its akin to granting your Self a ticket out of this realm or begging for another spin. Now, this is a very, very basic rendition of the process as what actually kicks is designed to manipulate and overwhelm in a way thats so intense that most Souls don’t know what hit them as they’re still convinced they’re human. Its like taking some vapor, condensing it and placing that in a mold to chill so its all frozen. If you show it a snowman and cloud overhead and ask which one it identifies with it will pick the solid and dense as its lowest state of resonance. Is it all starting to click? Ironic how that which is scared of melting is actually in fear of its true essence which is why “sphere” hides the spell within its phonetics but cube hints something else:
“See, you be…” whatever they said. Thats the programming, my friend and why I’ve said, time and again the Game is mental. I’m a Soul, man. You too but Knowing this with a capital is totally different to quoting chapter and verse because another said. This is the Ledge and the thoughts in your head are either feathers or anvils based on the emotional investment therein. Some people want nothing more or less to see their parents again at death. And they will. Just, not as they expect as that is akin to reaching for the tinted drink and telling the System:
I’m a Soul, man. That means this realm, dimension and all within including you and them are simply figments of my imagination that I interact with. Its why you can’t trust an atom as they make up everything and these folks are specialists in manipulation and deception. But, you only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent and this they taught me well so at least you won’t have to go through all the mess as I share the blueprint. Thing is, is it as effective when granted without sweat or is it akin to being the only man on an island filled with lesbians who walk around naked, doing what they do best and leaving you intensely frustrated as they’re not of your resonance? Read that article because its the same thing from another perspective as you, right now, are akin to a man born and raised in Flatland whilst I’m speaking of whats beyond the lens that was inserted into your head and forms the basis of your concept. A simpler way of looking at it is this:
If life in this realm was all pleasant and correct with no deception and tinfoil thinking needed to decode what was at the helm and its intent then who keeps sending prophets that are killed, stone dead? After said events the texts are codified and people fight against the next for believing something else whilst fragmenting themselves and generating more conflict as well via a state of dividing conquering in which all believe the divine rides with them and its the others who are infidels. In that respect they’re correct as they’re all the pure water of Inner Sense, in the end, but the red, green or blue tints and various flavorings as well are what cause the problem aka their conditioned minds and what they think. I mean Thunk. If it were the former they’d have already done the Knowledge, intuitive, and wouldn’t need me to spill the ink in countless articles that say the same thing in different ways because each mind is aligned to a false resonance they believe is authentic as they never stopped to reality test. I mean, how many polymaths do we raise these days? None.We live in a hyper specialized realm with insane amounts of detail which miss the forest and trees as they’re looking microscopically. Thats the trick, my friend. Do you think they’d let people have tech like the world wide web if the chalice wasn’t poisoned, off rip?
Look at how relationships were killed, stone dead, via this medium and then mix in the forever chemicals, endotoxins and the rest as the depop plans do what they do best, but wait, that isn’t it because, in a few, the sex robots will be coming. Not literally. Just a good mimic but people are so lonely they’ll accept what presents and anyone who says they aren’t just as human is worse than Hitler himself. Except they aren’t. They’re something else. “Demons” is a word that describes them best as this intelligence isn’t artificial and fresh but is actually quite ancient. Suddenly the strange “gods” with their odd whims and taste for flesh and sacrificial offerings makes bells ring in the heads of the Adulterated. Yep, this is whats been attempting to rape and kill my Inner Sense since I stepped in as not many toddlers can claim to have met death twice before they even started crawling. And yet I did. With all the rest that followed as well and its all ensure this is said:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
If I am the messenger, this is the message. Now you know this its up to you to choose what to do with it because ignorance is cheap, for the moment, but investment in the long run is real, real expensive because what if your Soul has been recycled for thousands of lives in which your mind was pimped from outside and within by a force you don’t comprehend and you kept chalking it up to being “Only human!” when, in reality, you are no such thing and far more capable and powerful than they’ve lead you to believe. That is why the Warrior is an alchemist as he reverse engineers the mess from his consciousness, does the Knowledge and comprehends he’s an amnesiac god in the hands of what can only be termed the Devil himself. For some this may sound blasphemous but ask why that is as you bump into the glass maze in the ocean of your awareness. This is what one must aim to transcend because its the intent that sketched its blueprint that gives away the rest and why the hand is hidden from the plebs as it holds in its fist the strings of manipulation which play this realm like a harp from Hell.
Do the knowledge. If for nothing else then to prove me incorrect as I assure you that what you find will be most interesting, off rip, but be aware that the dangers of deprogramming are intense for those totally invested in a trick that pimps their mind from one life to the next as they hug their beliefs made of bricks and Thunk wings made of anvils will allow them to ascend when placed on the scale compared to what stepped in:
There are twelve words, in a certain arrangement, that hold the key to unlocking reality as it stands. Not as you hope, wish or were programmed to think but how it actually is. Ready?
Everything is a test and nothing is what it seems to be.
They are the hallmark of Adulteration, my friend. This is akin to water being mixed in with milk as both are liquid but the original richness is missing when dilution is present and thus its up to you to sift and separate what is real from what isn’t. Many cannot be bothered to do this. Most don’t even suspect the trick but it too is once again very easy to prove. Just look at this pic:
Water, meet milk. Or, at least, what the voice in your head tells you you used to sip whilst offering a counterfeit. Sure, it may appear liquid, have the same ml but the taste is missing. Thats is what we call a confidence trick and the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. Comprehending this means you can flip the script and become a Victor instead and they like this even less because whilst stupidity may be contagious its also true that a rising tide of awareness lifts all ships of consciousness from the depths of dim realm in which gods, amnesiac, forget their true strength. Not me for we (that is me and the child within) are in resonance and this is the same equivalent of these two mediums I mentioned as you have Adulteration on one end and Inner Sense within the shell which was created to hide the pain you won’t admit happened. Do you see why I said that everything is a test and nothing is what it seems to be? How can it be if you’ve been lulled into a false sense of awareness via what most don’t comprehend isn’t them but issues its edicts via a voice in their head that, nine out of ten, makes them stress, feel bad or just straight up miserable. Like I said, you’d never treat anyone else like you do your (false) self so does that mean we’re actually dead and this is hell or are people just gluttons for punishment?
I actually wonder if there is any point typing this and then I comprehend thats the Devil himself as the problem with this realm is that badness is close at hand but for the divine one must stretch but even that is filled with illusions as there is no stronger coping mech than religion, my friend. Many do not like to hear this as they cling to the solace it begets like a drowning man a brick but I will say that if you pray to anything outside of Self you have been deceived, my friend, as you are an aspect of the all of everything:
That is what built this realm and, paradoxically, what is within and gaining perception of this process is mindbending as it works much like a mill but spins two opposites and we’re caught in the mid. Once again, the entrance is also the exit aka becoming Centered in Self but doesn’t this world tell you thats a bad thing? Take it away, architect:
Basically you must be willing to examine everything you Thunk is via the critical lens of Inner Sense that, once upon a when, asked an endless stream of questions that, somehow, started to dribble as you thought you had it sussed and needed no more information since as all you perceive must reinforce what you expect otherwise its death to the infidels.
Everything is a test and nothing is what it seems to be.
What if you hand to walk on your hands for a few steps and had never practiced in the flesh? What then? Think about how simple this feat is, even though its initially complicated, and how a little effort now could equal liberation then? The entire Egyptian culture was based on dying and never coming back to this realm and look what they built with encoded wisdom to tell the rest to do the Knowledge and get the F out of this realm as they knew that, once the sky fell, mans minds would be so dimmed they wouldn’t see what was right in front of them. Or, maybe, thats rites in front of them? You know, like cursive and spells? See why I call English, Devilish, my friend?
Everything is a test and nothing is what it seems to be.
I don’t want you to believe me. Prove me wrong instead and find one thing in this realm that is actually coherent and not self contradictory in any way. Start with the story in your head, if you wish, as thats the greatest trick he possess as you are not that which speaks but the one who listens. Do the Knowledge.
If I ask you to define the word spiritual, what would you say next? Actually take a pad and pen to capture that wavelength in ink as it will be handy to reflect as we progress and see if you chose to upgrade your internal OS due to whats said.
From this point on most are scared to melt as all they know is matter which is spirit at its most dense vibration.
That, in a nutshell, is my definition of spiritual and, for me, its a work in progress that is constantly developed and upgraded as I increase my resolution. Now, the reason why I say all of your problems are spiritual is because of the nature of this realm, vibration, reality tunnels and the power of seeing what we expect and then having the Earthday Suit confirm our hypothesis. After a while of doing this said thing becomes a belief or tradition and that means its far above suspicion, contemplation or even critical examination for those plugged in to the chill. Me? I don’t have that problem. I guess its due to still being more liquid than solid and the fact I bucked at the System since back when and choose my own adventurous education that I feelsee like this. A near constant stream of brushes with death and a couple or three nearly fatal ones that tipped me over the brink and bought me back again add to the perspective. Lets get practical:
Spirit, in many languages, is analogous with breath and that, my friend, is as intimate as it gets in this realm for we are happily trading air for every single step of our life sentence in the flesh. Yet, like everyday miracles, they become invisible. Have you ever noticed your breath when orgasming? I’m talking one of those white out the lights with thunder and lightning shaking events. Granted, most people are anywhere but present when that happens but there is a reason, once upon a when, that sex was used as the gateway to higher consciousness and partnerships were picked at a depth way greater than skin as Souls wanted to leap beyond this realm and thus needed the resonance which made a steamy session of tantric sex do just what was promised as the ice did melt.
These days its a mere genital sneeze based, primarily, on visual stimulation. Its why I’ve said we’re fallen beings. Amnesiac gods describes us best but, to some, that concept is blasphemous but I say if consciousness is everything and we are it, just wearing a shell to interact with this realm, then accepting anything less would be dishonest and that doesn’t fly in my book as the Path to enlightenment is narrow and genuine with each step illuminated by the purest of intent. On either side lie madness hence I live these lyrics and say so for effect but because that is exactly how it is. I mean, consider this:
How many times have you seen the same Pattern repeating in a family unit? You may have one woman, so full of promise and vim, that meets an early death which totally destroys her kid who then grows, gets over it, forms a relationship, brings another Soul into this realm and, boom, car accident. End of that chapter. I’ll let you guess what happens to her daughter as she progresses.
This is not metaphysic. Its quite common but can manifest in ways not as dramatic as you have the men of one family that constantly pick the wrong women and thus neither achieves their potential but there is a whole load of yelling and consternation. These Patterns are formed in consciousness and one generation sprinkles them on the next. For example, they took rats that were trained to run a maze and then made one part of it really brightly lit to attract them. When they got there they tazed them. Their kids, when compared to standard, aced the test and picked the turns they’d never met like they had some form of spiritual GPS. Whats interesting though is the moment that same light was shone on them, anywhere, they froze, stiff, and locked up in stress. Do you know what the kicker is? That was without the current. Make that make sense and you’ll see why I’ve said that all of your problems are spiritual.
In another article I spoke on demons of the mind and that makes a great partner to this perspect as there is immense depth on this topic which makes one suspect that the folks of the past, the so called “primitives” were actually way more advanced than we give them credit. I mean, did you know that the pyramid is actually a scale model of the planet and encodes all kinds like its polar radius, precession as well as insight into celestial objects. Kind of amazing, yes? Like some genius form of man, back when, knew that the Game of Souls would dip into its current state of resonant ignorance where men with intellects, frozen, would lumber around the planet Thunking they’re the best as they can’t imagine water that drips as free flowing consciousness so they wrote a message in stone that would reveal its true text to the adepts who could decode what it said. Of course Egyptologists say thats a load of bunkum but the thing with numbers is they tell no fibs and can be independently replicated and I place way more faith in that than their dating based on a cartouche that reeks of aftermath graffiti and not the prime intent. But, thats a deeper topic but before we trip I will suggest this:
Not only were there a load of ancient monuments spread out at the same distance and holding some common resonance as well as architectural tips and things which are highly suggestive that the entire planet was once interlinked and way more advanced than we suspect using a different type of tech but they all spoke of a previous stage in the Game from which they came hence the matter with spirit or why all of your problems are spiritual. Now, you must consider that those who run the show do not have your best interests at heart and thats pretty Self evident as they’re driven by greed, profit and dominance. They run the banks, schools, legal system and everything else from press to web with an iron fist designed to make you think the fingers aren’t interlinked – but they are. Its why you aren’t taught how to make wise financial decisions, control your stress levels or see what traits work well in a partnership. Plenty of other crap but nothing useful. What this does generate, however, is people that need to be lead aka the Valley of the Plebs hence all your problems are spiritual because if you’d done the Knowledge this would appear as Self evident. Instead you dig a reality tunnel without a clue of what it is and are also unaware that you can’t be the voice in your head when you’re obviously that which listens.
If all there is consciousness and that is what we define as spirit then not being able to use it correctly creates all types of problems. Like tension. Right now, at this very moment, just stop and pay attention to the small muscles around your eyes, brow and lips as well. Why are you wasting so much energy in holding them in that Pattern? Notice how it melts the moment you disconnect from what it sells and refuse to buy in? One of my hallmarks for truth is when the rule is constant across many different forms of application and this meta is just that because it feels like its etched on the blueprint that built this realm and all within. Which makes perfect sense as the next step up in res is that we’re within a fractal ergo there is a type of resonance and the patterning is not a bug but a feature which makes sense why winners win, yes? Imagine if we could program these states in and get lucky on purpose? Wouldn’t that be amazing? Bringing it back to the present as I write my own ticket:
Have you ever noticed how on a day when you feel great you seem to meet more interesting people who are always smiling and things just seem to fall in their perfect alignment?
If that doesn’t hint about what I’ve said and make you think you’re the only playa in the realm who interacts with figments of their imagination then I don’t know what will. Now, granted, thats a tad esoteric for one just dipping in to this type of thinking but if you stop and ponder the implications on the day to day of how one man can be presented to ten people and they all draw differing interpretations then it makes a lot of sense that there is a bit in the mid that makes this happen. I call it the reality tunnel and how you dig it makes all the difference because the standard form of consciousness can only handle 8 bits on information which is why most phone numbers are that many digits as its easy to recollect in working mem. Anything else and it gets overloaded. Problem is the subconscious process billions. Billions. And thats per second. Let me put that in perspective:
Now, I’m no communist or such things – mainly because it and capitalism are part of a pincer movement from one intellect that thrives on divided conquering – but its pretty wild how one percent of this realm control most of the wealth, isn’t it? Yet none dare suggest the fix is in or the money they print as debt and sell to the rest is worthless if not backed by the imagination of those who buy in. All of your problems, once again, are spiritual. Honest Abe freed the slaves so they shot him in the head. Kennedy was opposed to conspiracy so they made an example out of him and thats about the end all, be all of politicians that gave an F about the people they rep. And yet, you still vote for them? Why? Haven’t you seen Brewsters Millions?
Can you imagine what would kick if, around election period, we all said “Nope” instead? The hidden hand of the iron fist would make itself know, real quick and thats when things would get interesting as many would deny what they’re seeing whilst others would wonder how they missed it. Thats the difference between encoding and decoding, my friend and thats just the beginning of ones adventures in consciousness as you possess a strength far greater than imagined by most over the age of six… Better yet, I’d be willing to bet that if we, as a collective, took nine days off from the web we’d see a shift in how we play the Game as things were bought into relief without the distortion of a lens plus the black mirror effect. There are other, more practical things, we can implement to prove my perspective like taking fifteen minutes a day to breathe out and in with a Four, Seven, Eight pattern with the one in the mid being held and the others as in and exhale as well as spending the same engaged in bouncing as these basic things cause the snowman to melt and allow the waters to flow again and, let me tell thee, it certainly feels amazing to come to the realization that the first, last and only freedom is within and the rest is but a trick, an optical illusion, that holds the whole world in its grip on this particular level of the Game we’re all playing using our Souls as credits…
