Believing in Your Self Is Lifes Hardest Challenge

Believing in you Self is lifes hardest challenge. Man, back when, if you asked me if I believed in myself the answer would have been a resounding “Yes!”. Like water was wet, it seemed obvious. If I look back this version something becomes evident and that is how well I was lying to myself along with the proof I was manufacturing to validate these statements. Anyone with a discerning eye could see I was faking it and now I realize I was attempting to be a version of my self (note the small s) from which the weaknesses were edited and only ever showed his strength.

Sure, I was masked – as almost all are in this realm – but my mask contained a lot of what was authentic. Its what was hidden, that which I never exposed, shared or even had a clue of myself that was robbing me of my true potential and had me investing in a delusion. A swift brush with death made me realize how foolish this is and I’m hoping that you too can reap the benefits of my imperience without having to go through it so lets begin:

Believing in your Self is lifes hardest challenge and I say that without a grin because its very sad how this realm does a number on your innate Inner Sense which is supremely confident and powerful from the moment it steps in. The Adulteration process and our unquestioning acceptance of its whims and commandments lies at the root of this so lets examine the flower and stem. The petals are so far from the dirt that they might as well not connect and that is helped along by the fact that the stalk in the mid has no lips and can’t say a thing. The irony is is that through this the roots of life do their thing and its only once we look beneath the surface we realize they’ve been choked from within.

Bringing it to the human level, you as you are right now as that starved flower that attempts to break its boundaries which it feels are limiting its craving for freedom that reaching toward the sun represents. The stem contains all I’ve said that is suppressed between your neck and genitals and this is why you can’t feel your internal organs, back pain is what it is and you keep getting those mysterious aches and pains that move and shift and no pills or potions ever seem to fix. They are trapped emotions and part of the very successful mind control operation that grips the planet. The roots spring from your hips to your ankles and this is why orgasms are so pleasurable as they let one shake a little and feel something fully, even if just for a moment. Actually to delve deeper in to this:

Did you know that what you class as a climax at the moment actually isn’t and is edited, numbed and dumbed down so much that if it were to feel like the work of a great artist doing what he does best its current version is like a pencil sketch that outlines the attempt. True story and its something you’ll find for your Self as we progress along the Path of Power and the flower of your mind recollects the true deal and thus generates a state of harmony that grows not by trying to escape limits but via the state of strengthened connection to that which sustains it. To do so one must remove the weeds from the garden as this is what chokes the rest and generates this life of pretence. Problem is most are so addicted to the fable they spin in their head and this is like eating cream cakes till you’re waddling whilst your lips say “I wish I was thin and I’m certain I can do it if I do everything but what is needed”.

Sounds stupid, yes? Well, psycho-spiritually people do exactly this and thus they are addicted to their own suffering as its the devil they know well and they were raised in his grip. Their Adulterated awareness and life stands as testament and this is why I said that believing in your Self is life hardest challenge.

Can you imagine how much would shift? How life could kick if you actually did? No more masks you donned for survival as you show bits and pieces of yourself that you stitch together for the benefit of those who feel as numb within. You’d be free, like me, and start seeing the Game for what it is and that is when the real fun begins because I truly believe the aim of the stage we’re playing is to become fearless and one can only do that by diving into the shadows depth with the fortitude to question and test everything for themselves by pressing the buttons and testing the limits to see what happens. Children do this well, with no schooling or lessons, as its part of their standard equipment and that is really all the Path of Power is because it offers one a chance to relive the “If I knew then what I knew now” but flipped into “I am here now with what I felt then”.

As you can imagine its very powerful and also a threat to the Emperor who knows fine well he is naked but has lulled his subjects into a perverse kind of hypnosis. Actually, that is a very important topic because most people aren’t even aware of the trance they live and the nature of the script each character brings. Think about it, the mask you wear with your partner isn’t the same as the one with your friends and both are different when you’re on a business trip etc…

None of them are real. They are all pieces stitched together from the fragmented aspects that dwell in your inner realm as they attempt to fight for survival and thus are mostly miserable but will never admit this to anyone freely. Its OK, its just you and me here, together we. As I’ve said before I’m an aspect of you projected out whose lips simply say the things you trying to avoid from within so if you’re here reading this then its all unfolding exactly as intended as there are no coincidences in this realm.

What happens once you believe in your Self? Suddenly all the energy you invested into objects and symbols that you used to frame your self reference from without (to make up for that which you no longer feel within hence that nagging emptiness that never seems to get filled) is freed and things change dramatically. Colors get more intense, smells are fragrantly intense as are tastes and sensations. Its like you were strolling round with a welders mitt on wondering why you couldn’t feel a thing and when thats ripped the familiar newness of how it once was when you dwelled in Inner Sense makes you grin as you forget the (false self) and remember your true nature in this realm.

Then, and only then, can you say the Game begins because in many ways the rest of all of this is an elaborate deception designed to ensure you don’t click this and spend your life and death engaged in fruitless quests, endless conflicts and chasing false promises as they all same the same thing with different lips:

“Look anywhere but within“.

The wildest part is is how pants wettingly scary it all is, or can be. For most of us it is because we’ve actually lived through some seriously harsh experiences that generated intense repressed emotions that must be excavated and vented. Often, the false beliefs to which we grip like a drowning man with a brick are as weighty and twice as threatening as the next stream of logic that follows the exorcism of this demon is “Who threw me in the ocean when they knew I couldn’t swim and then handed me this obstacle like it was a solution”.

Can you see the Emperor sweating? This is why I call them Slave/Masters as they specialize in division which allows them to step in as conquerors of your inner realm aka the weeds in the garden. Messed up thing is the flower is so convinced of the lies they tell it that 81% of you reading are going to take my intent to end them as a threat to your (false) self because you don’t know the authentic and think anyone removing the brick is Mr Badness himself. All I want to do is show you how to live from a place of Inner Sense because it really is quite wonderful and I’ve had enough of the loneliness as nobody else is playing the way I am and I see their suffering and come bearing the gifts of solutions.

Believing in your Self is lifes hardest challenge. The problem with those that do the opposite will only rear its head after they meet their death and then it will be too late to think different as the cream of Inner Sense that was Adulterated by the waters of ignorance they added in still ticks the “White liquid? Check!” box in their head as they never questioned why it tastes (feels) different to it did back when and what this extra clutter they’re carting around represents as they spent a lifetime of thinly disguised misery flapping around in the ocean of ignorance.

On the flip, the Warrior chills on the beach of life, taking it all in with a grin. Occasionally he goes for a swim. Sometimes the people treading with no option look at him and wonder what is different. “Where is his brick? He must keep it hidden. How does he move with such fluid motion and why are his teeth showing like this? What is his secret?” they may think for a moment before the weeds pulse through the stem and edit those impulses from their awareness because to think is dangerous when you’ve been tricked to accept Thunk in its stead ergo you are the one oppressing your Self due to what you’ve never checked or examined to see if it is authentic or just another way to cope with the mess of your existence without delivering any actionable solutions that bring something different.

History stands as testament to what I’ve said because for thousands of years suffering has been the dish that is served to all across the planet, irrespective of their tongue, creed or station so now you know the catering is crooked you can learn to start cooking but that means you’ve got to spot that what you’ve been eating is actually subtly poisoned as it promises life but really brings death in increments hence why you don’t feel as alive and radiant now as you did back then.

Like straws of ignorance placed upon the spine of the numbed these are the weights under which you’re laboring when you could be a noble steed instead as that is your true calling and something we all feel within because no child steps into this realm thinking “I can’t wait to be as mediocre as the rest!“. And yet you are. Tell me, am I fibbing or have I said some real things?

Till we meet again

Acknowledge How Far You’ve Came

You pour water into a cup, it becomes the cup and that, my friend, is both the solution and the problem because, in life, the cure and poison often grow side by side but seeing this in the moment takes a wider lens. Walk with me:

Acknowledge how far you’ve came.

The aim of the Game on this stage is always to get ahead. You can see this if you watch people marching down the street as their neck is on stretch and jutting out way in front of their chest. Being aheart, instead, means generating a sync within the Three Kingdoms and this can often manifest as a pep in your step as you feel Centered in Self. How to do this? Simple, pretend there is a golden rope of bliss extending from your abdomen pulling you toward your highest potential then let your innerG sink to uplift. Sounds like a contradiction and you may even feel stupid once you start stepping but when it clicks, it clicks. Like a straight line in Tetris, watch those blocks melt.

Another thing that really helps with generating immense confidence is taking a moment to push the pen and reflect on what you’ve overcame, the wins, the Ls and all of the rest because if you’re still reading this then there is a chance to flip the Game on its head. If you wish. How to do this? Simple, walk your mind backwards. Better yet, if you can find a tennis court or similar thing hit it up before the playas are playing and start moonwalking. That, alone, can be hugely empowering because its akin to learning your ABCs in reverse as it breaks a lot of Patterns within the Pane Body. Add in some bouncing as well. The rewards speak for themselves. Getting back on thread:

Push the pen, write your life like an amazing action, epic motion pic. Aha ha ha! Its all a story, in the end so why not make it interesting? How could you reframe your past imperiences so that you either win or learn from everything? Introspection aka the Knowledge and doing it. If something bad and brutal happened that shattered you to pieces then slip in some solid gold wisdom and generate new links instead of wallowing in the division because, sometimes, you can’t spot a gift when it kicks and rattles your dentures. If you’re too busy running you’ll never see what it presents so tell the tale non linear, if you wish, and dive around various points and threads that may or may not make sense. The main thing is to spill the ink that resonates with bloodshed so you may choose red and different colors if you wish like purple for what you wish to bring in as you change perspective and black for what is dead and drained of emotion. It can be very, very cathartic. Especially if you break out the crayons and manage to avoid eating them. I don’t care if your Adulterated (false) self Thunks it can’t draw. Prove that bish wrong by creating an image on spec. Yeah, at first it feels forced but once the child within gets you’ve extended a hand to connect then you watch what happens. This is true magic, my friend.

By now you should have a basic sketch of your adventure in the flesh. You trials, tribulations, spills and thrills. As I mentioned in the last missive, reality is plastic and each time you recollect an event you’re actually reshaping it because, surprise, the subconscious cannot tell the difference between imagination and the rest which is an immense tell, if you really stop and ponder it. Its also how Hollywood manipulates the masses using socialist medes and such things for one is often consumed by what they’re consuming so be mindbodyful with what you pick. Do the Knowledge. Once again.

I’m willing to bet that once you read back your adventure in the flesh to the moment that presents you’ll be pretty impressed at your own strength and wisdom. Here comes the icing before we get to caking. Ready? “I wonder” are the two most powerful spells in this realm as they open the door to imagination and allow one to sense different.

“I wonder what I would do if I had no fear, knew I’d always win and am certain that I’m actually ahead of schedule and exactly where intended with all I need to make it happen”.

Hoooooooo! Can you feel it? Say it with me now, people:

“Hoooooooooooooooooooo!”.

Actually just toning that note for as long as you can go as you vary the pitch and get in touch with your feelings can do some pretty amazing things, so let rip. OK, so we’ve done some singing, dancing, pushing the pen. What next? Hmm, do something nice for your Self. Go and get a massage always, always, always tops the list because that touch and caress (which can be rough or delicate, depending on pref) can do wonders for your inner realms. Stretch. Get a lacrosse ball and roll it over your flesh whilst using your body to provide resistance. Get ready to yelp as the Pane Body doth sing the song you suppressed. A foam roller is most excellent. A sauna is great for a sweat, especially if you sit there, still and imagine the toxic thoughts, fear and dread being eviscerated from the frozen liquid within. Then chill before getting back in again as these temperature shifts perform wonders for those wondering why their head is filled with stress because the body Knows what time it is:

Now.

AKA the only moment that exists. I mean, duh, how obvious can you get? Look, if I took your Witness to the Fifth Dimension and said:

“Look. Here we have a sperm and egg that met and the cells divided before becoming a little baby who stepped into this realm and then became a kid, lived that script, pushed the pen, did the Knowledge and now sits in a higher realm looking at this temporal worm, undulating” you’d click the wisdom of the flying serpent aka ultradimensional perception and that you cannot do, my friend, when your view is weighed down with anvils. Gotta be light a feather to do these things, yes?

If you’ve got old pics, take a look at them and then pretend that version of you walked in. Pull out and empty chair for them and have a conversation in which you ask a question and imagine their response. You can do this from one seat or with active switching. Whatever works to create the link via disconnection and the resonance it brings. I know, its a contradiction, but we’re going non-dual people. By the way, it really helps to massage your ears before doing this. Get into every nook and crevice. Actually, do it now before reading whats next. Its OK, I’ll chill.

Did you do it? How did you caress those shells? Rough or delicate? Familiar and tender or with a sense of gingerness? Go and look in the mirror and pay homage to the fractal and the fact that it tells you the truth of this realm as those things on your head are shaped like the baby you were (and still are – flying serpent, recollect?) back when. I Know, mind blowing isn’t it? The thing is you’ve got to be willing to lose what they filled with faulty programming to come to your senses and, for many, this is a fate worse than death. Not so much for your principled friends as I’d had two NDEs before I started crawling and it really hasn’t relented since then ergo what I’m saying works because I’m living proof of this. Pills and potions, in my realm, only mask problems. This is how you come face to faceless with your inner Self as each sign of resistance is actually a signpost on the Path to healing so create it by walking and take the steps I mentioned or, better yet, create your own. I’m just sharing what worked for me and your resonance is free to pick what works, leave the rest but I suggest coming back, as and when, to try what you didn’t like as you may just discover an extended palette aka upping your res.

Life truly is a gift. The only problem is it comes draped in paper made of dread and can only be unwrapped in the present moment. How’s that for a wheeze, big cheese? We are trained to look anywhere but within and place happiness outside our selves which, in my mind, attests to the sheer level of social schizophrenia in this realm and its hyper normalization. The Warrior goes against the grain because of something within that senses the problem. Thing is there are no maps for this terrain, no tour guides and such things plus its often marked as the way to madness as those crazies with a depot in their rear ends actually Know a thing or two about the truth of this place which is why they’re filled with chemicals, isolated from the rest and written off as lost cases whilst not one single “scientist” ever stopped and drew the common link:

“Hold on a second. Every single one of these nutters, whether poor, rich, dumb, smart or any variable you can pick is always, always, always saying the exact same thing that something outside of their head is manipulating their awareness and things are not as they seem in this realm”.

Think this may be proofs of a conspiracy or a fingerprint of the hidden hand that rocks the cradle you were raised in like a fish unleashed into psychedelic waters with no gnosis of the trip as you accept the mass hallucinations, without question. Hooooooooo! Say it with me people!

Hooooooooooooooooooo!

Who is you, dude? Really? Are you simply John of house Smith who points at his labels and trinkets, external, or maybe some faith or symbol as the upper limit and thats it? To me that is like being handed the book of your life, reading the blurb and Thunking “Yep, thats pretty amazing, isn’t it?” without turning a page… Or watching the trailer and mistaking it for the main feature. Actually, that last one isn’t as valid because these days they give away the whole thing to get you to buy a ticket. Lets meander for a bit:

Have you ever noticed that all movies these days are sequels or retreads? How about the fact that most hit songs are nearly identical? What if I told you they’re actually manufacturing consent with the intent of making you all blink in the same instance ala Simpsons. Telling, isn’t it, that this clip was excised from the reruns. A bit too close to the truth, eh? Art is a lie that tells it how it is but in a world swamped with fictions presented as wisdom its hard to digest what actually kicks and thus what is genuine for me may not be for you but at least I’ve done the Knowledge and have strong opinions, loosely held, as each res that steps up my voltage can totally change the narrative as I’ll simply grab another pad, some fresh pens and acknowledge how far I’ve came, trim what doesn’t fit, take stock of the Game as it is, check in with my feelings, sling some ink, introspect and then get back on it as I pimp stroll down the street Knowing that I am absolutely perfect from my head to my feet as I am me. A one of one. The performance of a lifetime, never to be repeated or equaled with no sequel or retread.

Actually, that last part is not entirely correct but I cannot yet speak on that as the implications are terrifying and it would be akin to taking someone who couldn’t swim and dumping them in the ocean on a night stormy and dreadful. Eventually the freediver will gladly parachute into this from the back of a jet with his adrenaline yelling “Hooooooooooo!” as he’s built for it but you’ve got to work your way up to that resonance but I will lace you with a little Game as a hint:

Are you the best or wackest version of your Self?

See how you Knew, in an instant, on a scale of one to ten where you sit on that range? That means the other potentials can be actuated and thats where we get super duper multiversal aka beyond the flying serpent but that is a whole nother adventure I’d rather you discover for Self so we can compare notes in the end because if one person sees such things then it could be delusion but if others also imperiment and report similar findings then we may just be onto something. As opposed to on something, like that poor schizophrenics and their psychotropics that are hell bent on keeping their awareness within the cage of the Third Dimension of ignorance that sells spells of ignorance as wisdom because someone switched the labels on the tin and no handsome stranger has, yet, swung into your village with a can of the real thing that makes its presence felt the minute it hits your system as there is no denying the genuine as it has no need of your validation plus it doesn’t care about your feelings. And yet, right now, we see the epidemic levels of softness as people yell so and so is the problem and worse than Hitler himself because they cannot regulate their own energetics. Isn’t that outsane? I think it is. Anyway, signing off for now with a familiar refrain but, this time, with sprinkles:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. Acknowledge how far you’ve came in order to sprinkle the seeds for liberation within your fertile imagination as there is no “out there” without an “in here” and your presence is essential to make this realm manifest hence the Observer Effect ergo you are far more powerful than you’ve been led to believe. Think like an alchemist. Take that base and shift its resonance to something more authentic and watch the gold reveal itself.

Till we meet again

What You Watch and What It Says About You

Previously I mentioned how movies are emotional porn and this is exceedingly true, when you get down to the basics, as its a black mirror, some red, green and blue pixels that pimp your awareness and request you make real (get it?) the illusion it presents by pouring in your energetics. Yeah, thats where we’re going with it. In many ways one should be aware when they stare into the abyss because best believe it doesn’t flinch, won’t relent and gladly accepts all you send. All in the name of entertainment. Actually, entertrainment would be more accurate because who in the F can deny that popular culture sends a mind virus of influence into the domes of those plugged in who will either emulate, reject or contemplate what is actually happening.

See, back in the days, the TV set was called and idiot box for a reason and me, personally, was not allowed to be caught slipping by the flickering visions that boomed from the wooden veneered tube in my living room. Did anyone else have such broken down tech that you had to “warm it up” by turning it on twenty minutes before what you wished to ingest was broadcasted? Anyway, in order to stay slick my father would ask random questions like “What color was the T shirt being worn by the girl standing behind the main character in the scene that just ended?” and I’d have around three seconds to respond before CLICK. No instant replay, no TIVO or such things. Blink and you missed. “Better luck next time, jit”. With that said:

I’d be willing to bet that your friends and clique all consume similar music and flicks, yes? If you take the three you hang most with and look at their best and worst features, you are them. Taking it to another level, if they start binging a series you just can’t vibe with you’ll notice where the path splits. Same with tunes and grooves but this one can be even more intense as they can shift moods like nobodies business and thus if you’ve ever been on a road trip whoever gets to set the mix is in the hot seat, par excellence. Many a C-Ninety was ejected and defenestrated in the opening miles of said adventures and many more amazing memories were laid down as the tunes were bumping. This is the reason why you may think pop music was crap, back when, but a few decades later you find yourself humming along to it as it spins because of what else was encoded with it in your synapses. This is also why they teach the alphabet in rhymes and use it for numbers and such things like commercial jingles because we were actually born to dance and sing before it was dumbed down into walking and talking. Major lightbulb moment for some reading as this is the true basis of Adulteration and that scheme is so evil and pernicious that its as invisible as hallucinogenic water to tripped out fish that doesn’t see the geometric patterns of symbols that are right in front of it…

So, if you’re sitting around watching reruns of old things and tend to stick to tried and tested genres, stars, themes etc.. I’d be willing to bet that your actual, factual life is also a do over or yearning for a past you don’t fully recollect. Bonus point, isn’t it mindblowing that each time you remember a memory you’re actually accessing not the event but the file that refs instead which is then shifted and edited in increments. Isn’t that fascinating? Truly, I think it is because they did an experiment in which they pressed people who’d left the land of Disney with a test about how it felt seeing Bugs Bunny and his friends. Nearly all of them generated spontaneous recollections of an event that didn’t happen as the trademarks for that team wouldn’t be present but because the brain is quite plastic and swims at a depth where the links make sense they just offer what you expect. Taking this to another level, the person you think you are at the moment is actually based on recollection so if someone was editing them, how would you tell? Really ponder this because I remember, back when, asking a friend:

“If I took all of your best chums thoughts, feelings and actions and scooped them out of his head and put them in someone else would you still chill like you did if the outer shell was different?”.

Cue a “WTF?” look. Yeah, even though it was the playground I could already tell that me and the System would butt heads because, to me, it was something worth pondering because Tab Clear had just hit and it (was supposed to) taste like the real thing whilst looking like a lemon drink and I couldn’t help but extrapolate the implications because, lets imagine, they’d just made Coke without the tint would it still hit the same or be different? Speaking of which, have you ever seen how strange one with dark features seems after they’ve bleached their skin? Its really quite weird because the melanin presents a different type of image and when its been stripped from the tip the sun reflects and creates a differing type of emphasis which renders the features in stark relief. Like I said, it made me wonder what was going on in peoples heads to do such things and that, once again, can be traced back to the medias influence which is, now, an epidemic. Will the plastic surgery gen hate their kids for reflecting their true genetic heritage or is this simply paving the way for gene remixes and such things?

“Aha!” said the man behind the curtain. All according to keikaku, it seems…

So, if you’re still spinning the same tracks from Nine Six and occasionally dust off the Avirex and wish Girbauds were still in then what else have you missed as the world doth shift but, then again, if you change with the times where is your reference? In a world ever phasing there are some things worth contemplating and this is one of those topics because whether or not you’re on board with the rest of my metaphysical musings about life, death, who is at the helm and what it means to wear skins and the amnesia this inflicts on elements of the divine made manifest in a realm of limits its something that holds an immense influence. I mean, look back at old trends and fashion choices that were in because celebs said and you emulated only to shake your head in a few decades and change. See, that will remain constant. Its how the Game is played and yet, style is timeless. Finding your own vibe, your own tribe and a real life is, I suspect, lifes true challenge.

On the flip, if you try real hard to keep up with the latest trends and even attempt to stay one step ahead there is the question of validation and acceptance. Some people do it for the kicks because they genuinely injoi it. Others because they need to feel that Hipster hit of saying “You ain’t up on this” whilst a few don’t have a clue what it is that propels them to think different. Speaking of those rich scruffs, did anyone else find it really amusing when one of them sued a site for an article for using a pic of him that said they’re all generic and vapid only to find out it was someone else. Ha! Ironic, isn’t it? Like Hippies listening to CIA kids singing about “overthrow the government” whilst tripping on drugs they provided and symbols they created. How wild is this? Almost as mad as believing the Feds created Hip Hop – which they did – as they were there from the incep whilst the Grandmaster was flashing the tips of his fingers and such things using various codes and signals that were missed by the plebs. I know, I really hate to say that because I always felt that Rap spoke my wavelength and to find out the true strings behind these meat marionettes was a “Wait a minute” moment that now makes perfect sense because why in the hell do you think Snoop and Dre were singing and advertising the liquor brands of the company that owned the labels distribution? Same with Mr Hennessy and Enemies as well. Do the Knowledge…

Much like porn a lot of what you watch is whats missing. Now, lets not be facetious and say that someone with a fat rotation of slims isn’t jacking it to pixels as well because that does happen but, on the reg, its generally a case of trying to scratch an itch by rubbing a photo of yourself which is pretty stupid. Try telling that to the moth hypnotized by the flame as it can’t tell the difference between real and imagination. Whoops, I mean a human brain can’t. The insect is simply having its innate senses pimped with an overload of stimulus that goes beyond its wavelength and thus seems super attractive. Kind of like the semi sentient sex robots that will be coming to assuage peoples loneliness because if their silicon bits can provide way more stimulus via, say, built in vibration, temperature shifts, electro stim and all other types of things then who will want plain carbon? See how poison can be made to seem delicious in times of ignorance? Do the Knowledge, my friend, as this text stands as testament because whilst the world may not be at its end you can see it pretty well from where I sit. So, examine the themes of your movies and content then see how to make that real in life versus consuming a counterfeit. If you, on the school run are like this:

Then why not vent that MILFy aggression by learning the fine art of kickboxing and working up a sweat to discharge that rage within in a way that is totally intimate and exceedingly effective because whatever you consume outside is linked to the resonance within that makes it attractive. Scratching a photo, recollect? Flip the script, live your lyrics instead of lip syncing anothers pen…

I’ve always been pretty selective. Not just in terms of entertainment but everything. Its like if life is a Four K screen filled with an immense array of pixels I’m only interested in a thin strip as the rest just misses the bit that I dig. What, my friend, do you suspect that says about my inner realm? On the flip, is it a coping mech to claim I’m discerning and have no time for the mess as I get my product direct from the connect and like an intense hit versus something which has been two stepped to death? What about you? Have you drawn any parallels as this type of imperiment has caused many to have loads of straight line in Tetris moments as they drew links in their inner realms by the power of intuition that the school system had extinguished, back when. Yeah, I’m a dangerous mind, for sure. Probably why they tried to murder me to death but in each encounter I either win or learn a lesson and thus up my wavelength which takes us back to res so that thin strip I mentioned is actually on a Sixty Four K set and thus my bandwidth is immense which explains the look of confusion, back when, as I wondered if ones friends and relationships would change if the surface skin was different but the content identical?

Man, I have gone on some real tangents here, yes? Lets try and keep focused, shall we. You know, that old “Sit up straight! Look ahead! Do well on the test or your parents will withdraw their affection so he who regurgitates best what we’ve said on the test gets a gold star and pat on the head”. Miss me with that mess. The most interesting thing I learned in school was how to balance my chair on two legs. Its a very, very subtle skill that recruits an immense amount of neurokinetics and the thrill of hitting it in a perfect position is something else because if you get carried away you lose the moment ergo its an odd mix of intensity that disconnects aka being Centered in Self or in the world and not of it. Hopefully these sprinkles are firing off new Patterns and ways of thinking inside your head as you too draw your own links or has the System done a number that made you numb and getting number? See that homonym, its not an accident, my friend.

What is the main tone of your music? What state is being elicited? Do you find the latest trends scream for your attention or do you go out and dig for vinyl and all those hits that aren’t on streaming services and thus might as well not exist? That is actually an immense topic because I was wondering:

What if the facial recog tech you use to open your phone and such things could be linked to your browser which only sends things they want you to glimpse? How would you tell? You couldn’t, could you? Just like if someone was tampering with your recollection. What if it already happened? I suspect it did but most didn’t click even though it was blatantly obvious your phone was spying way before they admitted it. Its a brave new world, my friend. Might as well do the Knowledge before they slide a chip in your head and these types of thoughts aren’t allowed in as they’ll be trimmed at a low level. Like a shadowban of consciousness. Can you imagine that type of realm and how invisible it will be to the kids raised in it? Well, how about we extrapolate that to the seas, digital, in which you swim as well as the cultural implications of cows too sacred to be examined in light of critical thinking for fear of being called a heretic, excommunicated or killed to death? Stranger things have happened, my little hallucinogenic fish, and this I can attest for they almost had me on the hook, back when, but I escaped their grip and went the distance which is why I speak like this but, as this missive attests, maybe I was born for this which brings its own range of implications to be pondered so lets get back on thread with this as I wrap the article with a bow which says:

For the next three months I challenge you to watch the kinds of flicks you’d never peep, spin new artists in your list or, better yet, how about totally disconnecting from all of it and spending some me time alone in quiet contemplation. Ah, the White Room. Sent people screaming, it did, as they yelled:

“What the F goes on inside your head to even think of something like this? I hate it. Don’t ever ask me to do anything like this again. What the hell, man? What the hell?“.

See that? Its what happens when the Adulterated come face to faceless with their Opponent who is currently at the helm of their consciousness but they aren’t slick enough to spot the pimp who plays with their awareness as he manipulates their energetics via the voice in their head. I mean, how the heck can you be it when you are obviously that which listens, eh? That, my friend, is what they target via trauma, repetition and symbols. Not to mention jingles, wavelengths and induced resonance. Oh yes, entertrainment is what it is but only real eyes realize reel lies so do the Knowledge.

Till we meet again

Future Memories

Tell me Jon wasn’t killing it? Better yet tell me he wasn’t living it? Just for a moment he got loose and let the rhythm hit em. Alone in his zone those who were too closed off to the power within looked at him and thought he’d flipped his lid as they lived out a script that said, in ways both subtle and self evident, “Don’t you dare be anything more than mildly content at best or straight up miserable”. To this voice the herd paid much attention as they lived within the paradigm that society gave them and never did they question.

For a moment lets imagine you were born in the future and you’ve got a little private space ship so you can whip from planet to planet. Something happens and you need to make an unscheduled landing to get something fixed on your way to somewhere else so you punch in “Nearest hospitable zone” and make your way to this place which a humanoid species calls home. You land and before you can seek service you become aware of a beat thats pounding. The groove is so hypnotic that your head starts to dip, hips also shift and feet are moving in tune to the rhythm. “This place is amazing, how come I never heard of it?” you think as in that moment all of your problems are forgotten because the environment is pure bliss. The groove pulls you along, calling to you with its presence and you can’t hold it in because it comes bursting from your lips. Embarrassed you catch yourself because everyone knows you can’t sing as your remember your music teacher telling you your voice sounds like a cat being hit with a violin.

But you’re powerless to resist. Plus there is no one around or looking so you commence shuffling to the groove as various sounds, yelps and screams start flowing in a stream. You’ve no idea where you’re going but you don’t care, truthfully, because you’re having the time of your life in what should be an inconvenience as you need to be on another planet in a different galaxy. Suddenly you become aware of a depth and resonance that speaks with such beauty. You’re lifted up in a symphony of sound, dancing fervently as you celebrate with the natives who appeared silently. Except they didn’t as they heard you singing off key and were drawn magnetically to the one who forgot his own rhythm and they attuned to help unleash your true role, your true part in the whole deal.

“Why does this feel more like home than home to me?” you think as you dance deliriously, smiling with all your teeth. Not because you want to be seen as friendly or nice to these people from whom you need some parts for your cruiser, no but because the pure energy that beams from inside is actually smiling thee. You’re hitching a ride on the wave and it feels beautiful indeed.

Eventually the tempo settles and the natives are pleased to meet and accommodate you graciously. “Here, have something to drink and eat, take a seat, relax your feet” as they cater to your needs with happiness and sincerity in a way that makes you feel their intense sense of empathy. You notice that when they speak even thats with melody. Like there is a groove to their tone that amplifies their natural state of harmony. Even you are now starting to feel more free and communicate rhythmically as the beat thrums ceaselessly.

As you rest and feed you notice they all move so gracefully. Like they are surrounded by an invisible energy that lifts them up effortlessly as they are propelled, whirl and twirl singing delightedly. It feels like being at a party with extended family and each musical motif leads perfectly to the next state and everyone says their piece. It just flows so perfectly. You feel so grateful and lucky that you got to imperience this in Three D and when they come to say “Your ship is now ready, you may leave” you have half a mind to throw away the keys and live out your life in this reality because it feels like a dream. And yet, it is real. “No, no” you think “I’ve got to go and get the rest and tell them about this. I must share this experience because no one will believe such a place exists”. “Excuse me, my friend, what is the geospace of this planet? I’m leaving for now but will come back again and bring my friends so they too can groove inside this perfect rhythm”.

They look at each other and him with a grin and then laugh in a way so innocent. “Do you know what was broken on your ship? What we needed to fix to get it running again?”. “No, please pray tell”. “Actually, look around and see for yourself. In the time you’ve been here have you seen any tech?“. “Come to think of it I don’t think the glow has ever dimmed” you say as you look up at the sun that seems to spin perfectly in the middle of everything with an illumination that lilts and yet never fully dims. Matter of fact you’ve just noticed that all of the animals seem perfectly tempered as well and that life is just so rhythmical. “Wait a minute”, you start thinking, “Where the heck am I?”. “Did I die when I crash landed? Am I dead? This is heaven? Is that why its so perfect and feels timeless?”. Panic starts to set in and your off key method of staccato speaking seeps in again. The natives shift the pitch and help you get aligned with yourself before they drop the bombshell:

“This is Earth, my friend. In its original state, highest octave. You came from a time that remembers this era as only legend. Primitives who knew nothing about nothing as you think time is a straight line when its actually a circle. We Knew you were coming. We called you here in effect because we wanted to share a message that hopefully fills in whats been missing“. “Wait, wait, wait” you said, still trying to wrap your head around the opening sentence. “This is Earth? How is that possible? What the hell happened between now and then from when I came because its so different“. “Is it? Is it really? Why do you think this?”. “Well, I don’t know but it is. Its nothing like this. We have day and night, seasons, it can be hot for a while then some rain or freezing but most of all there is no music or dancing. Well there is, but not like this” you say, mind reeling at the implications of what they shared.

“We don’t dance. We walk. And singing? Hah forget it, we’re speaking. Not just one language, no. There are many tongues among men and we work, each day, the business of living. The tech is immense, I’m rich so I can jet about the cosmos as I wish but for others its a challenge”. “Tell me, have you ever felt such happiness as when you came here and landed in all of your existence?”.

You stop and think. You’ve lived a life of great privilege, born into one of the wealthiest most powerful families in the kingdom. Never known a limit and free to do what you wish at a whim. Surrounded by beauty and opulence as evidenced by your own private cruiser for hyper dimensional travel… then it clicks. “Of course, of course. I always wondered why the whizz was constantly humming, drumming or speaking like a poet” as another penny drops. Your “Wait a minute…” is met with a grin, like the natives in the past were way ahead and you’re just now catching up to where they’ve been. “Yes, he was one of us. One that remembers and never forgets that song and dance is all there is. There are no accidents, my friend”. “Only opportunities”. “See, you remember!”. “Wait, wait. My mind is reeling. I can’t believe that this is Earth the place where I was leaving is the same where we’re meeting and yet its all so different. Why are there no seasons?”. “Have you heard of the Garden of Eden?”. “A time when mans needs were tended and the divine was all around in presence? No one believes those myths from the books bearing a message. Thats why the world almost ended the way it did and we built it back again and outlawed religion”. “Ah, you see but you don’t get it. Its so hard to comprehend when divorced from your senses. No doubt you’ve heard the phrase “God is a DJ” yes?”. “Sure”. “Who do you think is playing this mix but the all of everything, anywhen, we call Psylense. Can you hear it?”.

This subtle energetic presence, the one that was always within awaiting him to heed its message is now awakened. “No way”. “I want you to look at this, observe the sky and its Pattern then look at that man dancing”. “This is a Swastika, its a very bad thing” you say looking at the symbol you were handed. “My friend this is the pulse of the electromagnetic that has you dancing. Evil? It is no such thing but then when it comes to your people they are sorely lacking in spiritual backing due to the dip and splitting of attraction”. “You’re speaking of the Fall? That actually happened?”. “Of course, look at the placement of your planets and the gap where the asteroid belt shows lack then consider the size of your moon that mysteriously rotates in perfect rhythm on its axis to keep a third hidden so you don’t access the full range of the rays of cosmic radiation. There is so much contraction, contradiction and conspiracy required to create Three D that only the madman, mystic or poet truly sees”. “Man, the whizz always said some things about the world being a play we’re trapped in. What did he call it again?”. “The Game of Souls?“. “Yes thats it!” you exclaim as the implications start to sink in. “You mean to say you all planned this? To get me here, at this spacetime on this resonance? Why? To what end?”. “We need you to share a message, remind those who forget their own lineage to maybe turn their vision within, open their chest so they can sing and dance as the rhythm hits and flows through them. Just like it did you, my friend. See, just because the planet dipped and allowed ignorance to take the helm doesn’t mean can’t be a victor instead of…”. “A victim” says the Prince remembering his childhood lessons, doled out by the whizz. “Now I’m wondering who he really is and the part he plays in this”. “Consider your role instead. You’ve been privileged to Witness simultaneous presence in two different expressions of the same realm. Direct and indirect you’ve been trained in many lives to handle this because without the imperience you would’ve popped your radiant circuits and ended up in a padded cell circa Nine Six in one of your other incarnations which could’ve put a real crimp on things because ten lives down there in the din, the noiZ as we call that realm, equals to one in this. Putting them together gifts the eleven which is one plus one, addition, so two – hence thirteen“. Your head starts to spin as numbers were never your thing until he says with a grin “Thats showing you the difference between thinking how you did and the way we use the same but get different. Chess, not checkers. Its why the Thirteenth letter in English is an M because its only one that sends the vibrations in and that is your connection to this realm but we’re getting aheart of ourselves as there will be plenty for you to delve once you’re home again”.

“But I don’t want to leave. I’d like to spend more time to learn these equations, dance the rhythms and trip the light fantastic. Better yet, bring my fam and friends to this realm then let them Witness for themselves the splendor and radiance that is our true inheritance but…”. “Thats not for them. You were chosen. Know why? Because you chose your Self. It takes great strength to Witness what you’ve lived in various incarnations because even though you’ve always been a Prince within the outer world often didn’t fit but it was all scripted to send the message that reality isn’t what they think but also is entirely within their own awareness. Uncover the Witness, that which remains constant from one life to the next. Do the Knowledge”. In the time here you’ve started to think like them and it all makes perfect sense. After all the irony of existence being a mental thing that you create solely from within and then project whilst the missing link is the very thing thats Witnessing is irony at its best. “No wonder they say its the cosmic joke. But what of all the suffering? I’ve read that life in the Twenty First Century was akin to a living hell and there are legends of before that that evidence mans seemingly limitless cruelty”. “Well, that is for you to do delve in, after all if we gave you all the answers what would be the point in playing? Do the Knowledge”. “Playing? Oh you mean the Game of Souls, yes I get it. OK, thanks for the hint”.

Looking across at your ship that is floating, awaiting instructions you can help but feel a tinge of sadness. “Will I be able to come here again?”. “Come again? Ha, you’ve never left. Ten down there is one here, remember this and if you wish to enliven the Witness and reconnect simply close your lips and hum. The secret of Thirteen breaks the spell of the dip“. “So that is why people are trained to think its wicked? It all suddenly starts to make more sense”. “Yes, most superstition is inversion of the sacred Knowledge that was known well when people were far more connected to Self and not what someone else said. Such is the nature of those who fell and wished to imperience individuation in the land of the five sensed by forgetting themselves and this realm“. Suddenly something clicks with a smoothness that is almost imperceptible in a way that seems to be a hallmark of their Game. “You and me are the same thing“. He laughs even harder and says “Correct, I was wondering when you’d get it. You. Me. We. Its all encoded to be decoded by those with the eyes to see and a heart that feels but now its time to leave. Meet again, till we” he says, with a grin. “Until then, injoi these future memories the Vertical Axis does gift as grist for the mill. Do the Knowledge, my friend. Do the Knowledge”.

Till we meet again

Life on Atlantis

We are all born to relate. Life flows as a stream and this is what “No man is an island” means. What if, on the other hand, you were born as Atlantis? Some may not believe you exist, others think of you as myth but very few would actually comprehend and fewer still connect. The vestigial remains of a previous stage of the Game where the playas were very different. Unleashed upon this realm but carrying within a long forgotten operating system would make you akin to an alien because your resonance isn’t in sync with the current thing. You would, in effect, feel very much like you’re just visiting. Observing the inmates, the asylum and degradation of the acumen of the species in general. Let me put it to you with a relatable example:

In this movie an average man is chilled and rises from his near death at a time when humanity has become super stupid. In comparison to them he is a genius because he carries within the resonance and wisdom that was the common sense of the era he left. Now, depending upon your bent, two things can happen:

You can either lord it over the primitives by keeping what you know hidden and using it against them until you’ve built a tyrannical grip upon every facet of living and rule over them like a god king. Or you can become a servant and attempt to uplift the collective by sharing your resonance. Which one would you pick? Actually, which one do you think would be the simplest to implement and provide the path of least resistance with the most gains? You got it. Thats exactly why movies flip the script and make it seem the bad guys never win when, in reality, that is the far more likely end because then they write the others death and their own legend however they wish. After a few generations this becomes tradition and then is sacrosanct, above examination and none dare question for being thought of as a heretic. Lets compare and contrast a few things:

Now people worship celebs. They fall for the camera trick that this other being who, just like them, puts on their pants leg one at a time, is something far greater, far in excess and quite different. In doing so they do not realize that they are severely damaging their inner realms because by throwing out those energetics they starve their Self within from the due care and attention it needs to flourish. For some this may just click as to why the most basic simpletons in this realm are obsessed with celebs, know everything about them, track their movements and generally live through them. Its a queen bee kind of thing because they’re simply extensions of the celeb as they project their ideal self, hopes, dreams and wishes upon them. The irony being that in doing so they ignore the blank canvas within and willingly engage in innerG extraction. Before celebs there came the prototype, the original hope dealer that people slammed in their veins:

Prophets and their religious symbolism. None of this existed then because people lived within their resonance and thus had a direct connection with the source of all things. Not only this but it was exceedingly obvious that the same which animates me is identical in thee ergo there is no need for deception and trickery as we are the same, fundamentally. This doesn’t mean the expression is the same. Nope, no way. Some had different forms of resonance and thus could link to certain aspects of the numinous and help them manifest whilst others were more attuned to the sun and the moon and generated greater innerstanding about the nature of the planets plus there were those linked in with the spirit of the Earth itself. In many ways there was a caste system, much like the social classes we have today, but it was based on whats within and not your collection of materials that most use to define themselves.

People, on the whole, were generally more aware. Way more present in the flesh, the now, the moment and thus could bounce back and forth across the densities by changing the tuning of their consciousness. Buildings were constructed to help with this resonance and a group of likeminded folk chanting could do the kind of things you can only imagine and will soon be able to do with tech once carbon and silicon mix. Truly, there is nothing new under the sun and I push the pen to write this as testimony before it happens because life is quite simple in that respect. Tomorrow people, where is your past? After a while they’ll shift past these training wheels and have all the skills they needed in their veins and thus, guided by this Inner Sense, they’ll create a totally new type of realm that is part energetic, part physical. The golden age, in many respects. This will then dip to silver and bronze till the rest before the iron fist hammers them.

At one point a man from another age will come, glance around the realm and think “What a mess” and then he’ll have an option. Either to reign in hell or direct them to heaven. I’ll let you tell what happens because like tears in the rain some things are invisible to all but the one crying.

Till we meet again

Your Enemies Are Your Inner Me

Your enemies are your inner me. Say it loud so you can feel it because this is such an immense key to the Kingdom and once its clicks? Boom! Straight line in Tetris moment because the blame shifts from them to within which is the only true source of the fountain of your consciousness for this incarnation. What do I mean by this? Simple:

You are feeling rich. You meet a friend who is skint. You drop him some credits, say “Bet” and keep it moving. Take that as one incarnation. Next life another kid comes by and picks your pocket. You die, come back again. This spin your man says “Lets stick that chump up over there” and you did then split the profits. The man you just jacked was the same you hooked up in the first incarnation and, in effect, you take back what you gave him because he’d been avoiding.

That, in a nutshell, is the debt spell of reincarnation that has us leaping from shell to shell as our Souls are ground on the wheel of time due to our ignorance. Forget your beliefs and opinions for a second. It makes intuitive sense, doesn’t it? You can feel it in your chest and abdomen as the perspective cuts through the BS and the whole “I never liked him the first time I saw him” mindset makes sense because how many times did those people develop into friends you may even call best before they showed their true colors that left you licking the wounds and wondering what the hell just happened. There was a lot of straight Game in that paragraph. You may wish to run it back and unpack in a conversation with Self because I laced it.

Now this is a super simple example of one thing, one instance, one link, one event. Our lives are filled with a massively condensed web that tracks us from one life to the next. For some of us, my Self included, the karma is so intense its akin to being born within the serpent and, as such, you are hemmed in either direction. This is neither positive nor negative. It simply is. I’m starting to suspect that happens when you either decide to go for dolo after some spins team playing or when your ride is coming to an end and you wish to ascend from the material plane and not look back again.

In that respect the baggage of these threads is akin to the camel some try and fit through the eye of needle upon their exodus. “Not happening” says the AND, IF, THEN, OR algorithm that patrols the borders of this dimension because its rules are super simple:

Only what came in can find the exit hence the weigh your Soul against a feather thing, comprehend? Now, from my lens it seems my old friends, new teachers, miss me so much that they don’t want me to leave. Sure, they can dress it up how they wish but the simple fact of the matter is before I even Knew they existed they were aware of me, plotting and scheming. Before I looked at this as badness but now I see they’re conspiring for my transcendence because its simply energetics and the meaning we ascribe is the difference between sunshine and anvils as we assign gravity via the Rolodex in our subconscious that influences our actions. In that respect they made me aware of the gifts and potential I didn’t know I possessed by exploiting my weakness via the blindspot hidden in the last place I’d suspect. Super poetic and yet totally simple because where else would you hide your greatest strength so only the true seeker finds it?

Actually, let me back it up a little bit. Much like the Game you have a mind of three halves and the bit you Thunk you think with is the most useless. The deeper part processes billions of bits of info in a second and, like an elephant, it forgets nothing as it seeks links and Patterns of resonance via emotional activation. The other part is the lowest low and highest high and this is where we’re all linked. This comes on line for many at the most random occurrences like the time you dreamed of an old friend from college then saw her in the market or what kicks when you walk into a club thats jumping and sense someone shooting an intense look into the back of your head and spot your ex. This is all that. Its simple and Self evident because we all live it but few stop to examine the implications.

In many ways that is encouraged. The Game of Souls is a “for profit” thing and by that I mean beings in the forth dimension rake it in ergo one leaving is bad for the balance sheet. Especially if he takes a few with him by sketching the route to the exit. This is why all spiritual texts are highly encoded and nothing is ever literal but the universal key is focus because it all comes from within. Once you’re in resonance with the rest can be jettisoned as its dead weight you don’t need but without introspection that isn’t happening hence your enemies are your inner me. They call it the shadow.

Imagine you could get a glimpse into the phone of a social media model. For one photo, one tweet, one screen, one scene there would probably be a hundred shots taken, correct? Then that one clip where she feels she looks the best is further edited and has more camera tricks layered on top of all of the deception she used via makeup and the rest. That one single picture is who you’d like to be and work really hard to believe is the only deal in town and most of your life is built around convincing others of this false script. The rest of the aspects that were rejected are dumped into long term storage (the Rolodex) with the category “Not me”. What else would it be? After all you are that perfect image that is perfectly curated ergo these others must be some one or something else. In steps projection because that voltage, that current, that impulse I call a Pattern is still within. Now you see your enemies are your inner me.

Mine felt betrayed. Wronged, aggrieved.

My mind, my life, my awareness, my projection of consciousness ergo I accept full responsibility for everything and turn Ls into wins. This is not only super empowering its also far closer to the way the Game truly is and meant to be played without the various tricks of limited focus and false images the Adulterated self maintains is the aim. It isn’t. All that will do is assure another spin. Don’t worry, most of you will need to feel it till you get it but the most amazing thing is this:

By reading what I’ve said I’ve passed on a point of resonance in your makeup. You may not use it this life or even for the next ten but one day you’ll be handling your biz in another incarnation and just before you fly off the handle about what someone did as a good friend lifted your wallet and helped himself to some ends you’ll think:

“My enemies are my inner me”.

Like a single star that peeps out into the darkness of your life until that bit this shaft of illumination brings with it what I’ve said in this missive. You scratch your head at your reaction as it wasn’t what you expected and are also surprised to think that this bolt of the blue felt so fresh and intuitive but totally alien to your standard way of doing things. You go home, drift then sleep. That night you find yourself dreaming and see a vision in which you and someone else whose face you can’t recollect robbed a kid who just liked your friend. You rise in bed and feel like a load has lifted. You never see that guy again. The bond is broken, debt repaid, energetics balanced. What you do from here on out is on you, my friend.

This, three me, was a supremely powerful realization and its with great joy and heartfelt passion I share it with thee because it truly is the gift that keeps on keeping on. Some will live, die, repeat and then finally feel it. Others will put it into practice this very moment and discover, first hand, what it means to up your vibration because you stop clanging all those anvils in your subconscious that make you trudge your steps instead of bouncing like you did as a kid when your Soul was feather light before the debts kicked in.

Some have their worst that is dealt by their parents. To them life seems like an endless hell as they try and offer affection to ones who only present hatred and its totally baffling. One said “This is the most powerful thing I’ve ever heard” as he dropped decades of hate and rage, in an instant, as he cleared his Rolodex and felt an immense compassion for whatever he’d done to them to have this card dealt out as his existence. Another commented “I don’t really care if its a lot of hocus pocus and touchy feely trickery, you see? It works. Thats all that matters to me as I feel pretty great now whereas before I was stressed so thanks for the message”.

This is how you live life on the Path of Power, my friend. Any time you point the finger there are three that reveal the constant ergo your enemies are your inner me so deal with that and you’ll be free in ways you never currently imagined because one of the most amazing things peeps attest is when they clear their mess via introspection and melt the Patterns people that irritated or tested them just vanish. “Its amazing. I totally believe that “World in my mind, mind in the world” thinking now because its Self evident to anyone who does the Knowledge. I can’t believe its so simple! Thanks again!” she said as she skipped whereas before she was dragging. Those anvils may not be visible but you certainly feel them and one once lifts the freedom of movement within makes its presence felt and thus this is the gift that keeps on giving and its grand prize is liberation.

Step right up and claim your ticket. The inventure of a lifetime is about to begin, should you select that option because once it clicks there are no enemies, only teachers, in this realm the rest starts to make way more sense as you comprehend you’re the only Playa in the Game and thats where things get mind bending as there is so much deception and trickery that goes into making an amnesiac god believe he’s human that the fix must be in but, as always, don’t believe me. Reality test. Do the Knowledge.

Till we meet again

Live = Evil

We are in such an evil place that its almost nigh on impossible for me to convey this until you your Self have obtained the realization. Imagine if you lived in place where thirty below was the standard condition. On the days when it went all the way up to zero you’d be sweating, commenting on how the weather was clement. Get it? Thing is, what if that was a small isolated section that was purposefully kept freezing and you’d never ventured beyond the city limits? The very concept of people happily splashing around in the sea as they sit on the beach and bob their heads to the beat of a trio, singing happily, as the sun warms their skin and they Witness the best of everything sounds totally alien, doesn’t it? Now lets pretend that instead of a scene temperate to which one can relate so well we aren’t speaking of outer world but inner realms and the differing scenes relate to your emotions. Now you get it.

Almost, but not quite. After all these are mere words soliciting states. The gnosis of which I speak is undeniable once obtained, first hand, direct, in the flesh and the conclusions that then pour in range from mortifying to terrifying. Isn’t that something? The spells tell on themselves, yet again, because Terra is the name for Earth around which the mortal currently trudging skirt the truth of their incarceration whence they serve a life sentence with the accompaniment of the five greatest thieves they’ve ever seen. Their senses.

You may think I’m raving conspiracies and should have my head wrapped in tin but tell me why whenever we Witness the presence of good men in this realm that wish to make a difference their lives are either ended by hot lead or they’re disgraced and discredited and become little more than the living dead. Why do the demons run amok and are congratulated with all the success you can get when the one who tries is best to treat his neighbor as himself is seen as a simpleton and thus the wicked take all they can get and congratulate themselves on fleecing this idiot. Don’t hit me with “See, he will get his rewards in heaven. The lord shall see to it” because none of these people quoting the gospel think its even odd or suspicious that they pick and choose whats published because every single religion, when boiled down to its nutshell, says “Life’s a bish, then you die”.

The Buddhists took it to another level and started mapping the turns and twists it took to get out of this realm and that suggests the fix is more than in because they simply don’t want you you leaving and thus, for most, death is naught but a one way ticket to another suit of flesh. The near death experience attests:

“I was moving through a tunnel of darkness, it was oddly familiar in its newness. I sensed beings and light on the other side that couldn’t wait to welcome my presence”.

What will take for you to get the hint that we’re trapped in a nightmare without ends that fosters ignorance as wisdom in order to rule by deception? I’ve took this trip a few times now and am fairly certain this is the last time you’ll see my Soul in this realm hence “Get free or thrive trying” is the dictum so take what works from my words, try it and draw your own conclusions vs tracing the outlines they placed in your heads. Why are you scared of your potential? It wasn’t always freezing and solid within. There was a time when you weren’t numbed and frozen into submission and we all frolicked with the freedom which is our natural state, in and beyond this realm.

If you knew what I’m up against, how they stacked the deck, how they mercilessly use helpful idiots in my suppression by telling them half truths and offering possession as strength as they think borrowed light equals their own strength then you’d get it. They’ve got the whole world in their hands. Worst of all, they’re non human and covet what they aren’t. Souls. Our connection they crave and thus they hate those who resonate beyond these lands. Why do you think the good die young in this realm? Why does the one who attempts to make a difference face all kinds of attacks and problems in his existence but once he’s dead his image becomes a meal ticket for them to sell on t shirts and such things with snappy slogans that are designed to keep the consumers consuming and their inner terrain frozen.

I’ve tried. I really have tried to see another way to see this. Truly I have attempted and even stretched my imagination to say that this creature with a duck, feathers and quacks is an elephant as they said but that simply isn’t happening. Most people, on the here and there are pretty decent. Its also quite telling that when in the thick of it you are more likely to get help from a stranger in passing, someone you never met but saw the injustice and decided to step in, versus your own kith or kin. “The person you are calling is unavailable” came the refrain that almost all are familiar with when up against it as a wise man said:

“Celebrate with many but alone you wept”.

Its me against the worlds again. Why am I so convinced I’m correct with this perspective even against such immense odds who’ve said that doing what I intended will be off immense detriment and wove all kinds of spells and the blackest magic via their meat marionettes that run around as empty vessels due to their secret rites of possession wrapped in camera tricks and deception? Because my heart says it. Simple as that.

I’ve had countless conversations with an immense number of people who all believe entirely different things, have their own goals and intents but when it comes down to it they all nod their heads that something is fundamentally wrong with all of this, at the highest, level and its something so subtle and noxious that it dims the glow children possess once they step in. After this a few scratched their heads and kept wondering about the business of living. The rest, after melting a bit, were swiftly refrozen when they got out of my resonance and were back in their element, doing what they know best as they went through the motions with no emotions and pinned their hopes on what happens after death or when they get this, that or something else that will make the nagging emptiness in their chest feel filled with a warmth and presence.

I can bear Witness that its awful to imperience this sense of connection and I mean that it both senses of the word because it originally meant to filled with awe but when this happens the realization of how it became the opposite is horrifying. Worse still, if you attempt to tell anyone they’ll believe you escaped the asylum as their blinkers are on, their focus is forced and all they want is to get ahead in a System that gives not one single, solitary F about them.

The wildest thing is people know this and still they pitch in. If that isn’t the living embodiment of “Remember, you’re asking for it” as well as the power of silence as assent then tell me what is? I don’t want anything from this realm. It has already gave me plenty in this respect. I don’t care what they say, do or what you think but that last bit is vital. Shake your head, clear the delusion of Thunk they inserted where you keep rearranging the same primitive blocks of consciousness and allow the option to breathe new concepts within your awareness. Thats thinking. Thats what I’m saying. Thats gnosis and once it clicks a truly strange world unfolds in which people Souls are incarcerated in the flesh as they serve life sentences which dim the glow the possessed as they slowly become strangers to themselves and invest further and further in concepts that are always, always external.

“Have enough of this, you’ll be rich. Place you faith in this, for it is ordained. Pay attention to this, its the standard to be maintained and kept up with”.

We are living in times of such immense deception that anyone who points out the emperor is actually naked is liable to be sectioned. You think its coincidence that there are swathes and swathes of mind bending chemicals and concoctions being dumped into the air, water and food you’re consuming as your screen based devices pump their own kind of poison as “the way it is” and make cultural genocide seem attractive. There isn’t one person walking this planet under the age of twenty six that possess even a fragment of the natural strength and vigor of their great grandparents. If you were to put them side by side and check all the variables you could wish from their hormone levels, bone density, intellect as well as Self reported measures of happiness, contentment and overall optimism you’ll see what was meant. You call this progress? Are you blind to the truth or willfully stupid?

When they withdraw the net access, probably due to the handy dandy terrorists, it will be just like that summer when the wellspring of drugs in my ends was disconnected and I saw people strung out, walking around like zombies, doing the craziest things you can imagine to score a hit. Why? Their power was outside themselves. Can’t you see the big pic? Am I the only one who spots the lies and deceptions they wear as cloaks to cover their inherent wickedness?

Who knows? Maybe I’m wrong. What if they’re actually angels and not demons? What if by turning up the temperature and suffering they’re attempting to tell the frogs they’re in the kitchen and the environment isn’t natural as the heat has been upped in increments. “If only they’d use their legs, jump. Rise to the occasion then they’d find freedom?”. In that case we’d see that said peeps set the water to boiling in my dish then pointed a flame thrower at it for good measure as they rigged the sides with explosives, just to make sure I’d get the message. Well, I did. But I couldn’t just escape, cry freedom and leave you all in the kitchen. Even though their methods make little sense they certainly are adept at teaching the student within but it sure seems like this is personal as they’ve followed me from end to end in this realm, attack me when I’m sleeping, lure me in with deceptions for sticking the blade in and none of their agents seem to click that whats happening to me could just as easily be them and, in effect, will be once they comprehend the nature of the deal they signed once they accepted the covenant that comes when one willingly hoodwinks themselves and believes what a liar says. Maybe I’m wrong. I don’t claim to have it all sussed. My life is a work in progress in which I’m striving for Self actualization which creates the ticket out of this living hell that is my honest experience of my existence because the odds were stacked against me since I stepped in. I was born not to make it, but I did. The trials and tribulations of a ghetto jit…

Hear the words of the chosen man whilst I’m still present in the flesh because once I exit stage left they’ll distort my message and image for the cattle just like they’ve done so well with past presence because the beast can’t create, its just a copy and paste specialist that knows nothing beyond replicating itself and its distortions into the heads of those foolish enough to incarcerate in the flesh.

“Oh, its just a school. You’re ascending. Its all so great!” get the chuff out of my face with that Stockholm Syndrome BS. How do you know this? Because someone else told you, yes? If you take the average person and ask them to place their sacred cows on a scale to see how many were home raised and pastured vs the ones imported that now graze and sustain themselves on their consciousness it would be quite obvious. There is a reason they wiped out the Gnostics, back when. These folk held a perspective that was based on first hand imperience that came from beyond this dimension as they saw through the camera tricks and instead of letting the reflection of their consciousness be edited by the five senses they turned it inwards, using their will, and this helped them see. Transcendence. The quest for liberation. You will find the same thinking in the Islamic mystics called Sufi who were classed as heretics and infidels for daring to attempt contact with what the rest are content with petitioning and its true of many others in this realm as we all crave that connection and wholeness with which we stepped in. I call that Inner Sense. When I found it I developed free will. Then Thirteen Years a Slave happened and here we are. Breaking chains…

“If we wanted you dead we’d have sent someone in to shoot you instead” they said, with a grin, one day after visiting as I was sitting in the rubble of my blown up existence in a state half past dead and yet, somehow, still incarnate. They truly are enjoying this which is why I say its personal. Could I quietly, in the background, do my thing on my quest for liberation, not say much to anyone and just pass through this living hell like I’m as frozen as them and just watch them suffering? Yes. I could. But my heart won’t let me. Its not correct. I’m not interested in your acclaim, acceptance and praise. Before my death its highly likely many of you will also hate my existence, just as much as them, and decry my message because it contradicts your programming and the frozen tundra you have within but let this serve as testament:

You know that beach upon which we all played and frolicked. You remember the sign that was posted as you stepped in, yes? It said “Welcome to Inner Sense” in a language we all spoke, once upon a when, with no teaching or instructions needed. That is intuition, pure perception. Free of the thieves influence and it still dwells in your chest and its from whence I’m speaking.

If you had even Witnessed a tenth of what I’ve lived you’d find a rope around your neck or be living a life equally destructive as you attempted to soothe your broken Soul all the way into a casket. For me that isn’t an option, I have fought too hard to stay alive and survive in the face of all they did to sit here and push the pen with my perspective on this realm and who is at the helm. Remember this if I get suicided. That means whatever I said last got too close to the point, critical, and they fulfilled their promise of sending an assassin and made it look different to what it is:

Murder. Plain and simple. Who knows? You know? I’m not saying its gospel or anything beyond a pencil sketch of higher dimensions that I glimpsed during those rare moments of alignment that I strive with each breath to regenerate and bring to this realm for the benefit of the rest wandering around the planet in suits of flesh carrying immense quantities of pain they dare not acknowledge as they clutch to symbols that reflect their hopelessness, powerlessness and weakness to resist something that is obviously so well organized and wicked that it manages to encompass every facet of existence from its point of vantage and thus the global plantation keeps churning the milk of suffering from which these demons eat the cream, with a grin, as what once called for burnt offerings is now accepted as standard equipment as the process of farming negative emotions became automated to the point we’re about to ingest silicon and find a strange hybrid existence which sells your own personal heaven but takes the mined mind to higher levels and depths, in an instance, due to the deeper level of disconnect that then plugs them further and further into the matrix except, on that spin, on that level, there will be no respite, no exit. Just a constant state of recycling in a state of suspended animation that will drip low level intoxication into their consciousness and create a totally different type of trip which is all this times ten.

By then all you’re fighting for will be irrelevant. The great work that is formed in secret will have achieved its aims and a silent hitchhiker that was once jettisoned will be attached to mans augmented consciousness as it attempts to trick its way back to where it left, only to get rejected and the commence rebuilding its fiefdom in the form of the phoenix which knows nothing but the endlessness of death and rebirth. If you can click what I’ve said, truly peep the meaning, then it should be obvious who, what and when as well as for what reasons is hidden behind the curtain as they play these cheap camera tricks upon the population incumbent as well as why the presence of yours truly is such a threat.

I’m going home but only once I’ve lit the Inner Sense within the 8% capable of decoding my wavelength. You’re all welcome. Freedom is always an option but only those who get the true nature of the script they’ve been reciting in ignorance can actually start to develop free will and evolve beyond mere meat puppets driven by Adulterated whims and impulses from within that only the so called schizo seems to get are not him. Like Carlin said, the owners of the country don’t want this.

Your mind is behind enemy lines. Don’t you get it? The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Remember, a Warrior sees them as teachers instead and thus learns what they present by doing the Knowledge. Your choice, in the end, as only when one gains gnosis can you say life truly begins as you click you’re an immortal. A god, amnesiac, stuck in the Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits…

Till we meet again

How to Tell if You’re a Fake, Pseudo Spiritual or Acting a Role

You’ve heard me speak of masks quite often and those that know, Know. For those that don’t let me offer something which can be of immense help when it comes to obtaining Knowledge of Self by learning to transcend the deception the System poured into your head since your first steps:

Are you the same when no one is watching? Obviously you require a certain degree of Self observation being present and correct to notice the switch because most people are truly effortless when it comes to juggling their fake presence as one mask slips quickly into the next, never to reveal the real beneath their flesh. But being alone is a good cue and knowing the truth of you because if you’re always happy, smiling and joking when around people but feel a sense of brooding darkness when sitting alone in your four corner room staring at candles then that is who you truly is and the rest is but an illusion you dearly wish to believe in.

This process of projection is endemic on the web as its all about signaling a state of perfection and bliss that those who truly possess don’t feel the need to instafacetweet about as they’re too busy living it. Same goes with riches, bishes and spiritual wisdom. Oh, especially the last one as its the greatest grift and loads of the players in this charade are taking the whizz out of their adherents for a profit and everyone knows it but the ones who are stumping up to get insulted and sent wandering down dead ends. Let me tell you something about spirituality in its most practical and thus effective sense:

Its a very ugly business that most do not possess the stomach to the attempt as it can feel akin to performing vivisection on your (false) self that will yelp, protest and go out of its way to ensure you don’t uncover its ruse of pretending to be a human being when its actually an illusion thats using you for all it can get whilst you’re distracted into living a life which is one stepped removed from imperience thanks to the man in the middle that you see reflected back in the mirror but doesn’t truly exist. That really is the grist of the matter that they won’t even touch because such truths are seen as heretic in a world of illusion that profits from confusion and propagates delusion. Its why there is such thing as pop-psych addicts who think they can quick fix a generational problem in five minutes when in reality what they get is a quick rush of endorphins from sprinting on a spiritual treadmill then they’re off in search of the next hit without stopping to question why the glow doesn’t last, there is no shift within and they haven’t even touched the surface of that immense amount of tension and pain that racks their flesh and divides their essence from the powerful unified ocean it is into various streams of awareness that dribble.

Pseudo spirituality is an immense problem because it means waters of deception are added to the milk of wisdom and thus what was once thick, creamy and fulfilling is now rendered a thin and insipid liquid. That said those who are starving will lap away greedily just as a thirsty man will drink water laced with filth because it beats the alternative and this all interconnects really because the web of life has been woven in such a way that you’re already caught up in it before you even realize it exists. Just like your parents before them and theirs as well you are but a link of ignorance in a huge chain that enSlaved your lineage and, via your acquiescence, your children as well. Unless you choose to do something about it. Thats the entire point of willhelp because my main intent is to transcend this realm and never have to wear a face again but in order to do this one must spend their life and times gaining Knowledge of Self so that when the moment comes to exit the stage you take the door that opens within and not the one that places you in a nine month queue to don the flesh again before shattering your Inner Sense once you step into the realm as you cling to fruitless solutions and spend the rest of your masked existence amusing yourself to death as you clutch at concepts that don’t help and actually speed you toward your end like a drowning man holding a brick.

Release.

To let go is to be free then one may swim casually back to the sands of lifes beach and take in the scenery because then you see the machinery, the System I call it, that is poured into the heads of the innocent as they are trained and conditioned via resonance to their parents, peers and most of all the television set. Give people cameras and they’ll start acting. Lets get back to the fake test:

World building in the minds of others in order to generate an appearance that you are like this is a huge hint of a disconnection within. Stop and think – do children do this? Of course they don’t. They simply are. An ineffable yet undeniable presence that is so firmly centered within that it can’t help but cause a flicker of resonance inside the long dimmed chests of the Adulterated that surround it as they partially recollect what it felt to be so present and correct. Fear not for in just over two point six decades they too will be just like them and thus moths are drawn to the false light of screens once their own glow has been extinguished. This is why people need to be false and are so heavily invested in your believing it. Let me share an example:

“Oh, you a Muslim now?” escaped from my lips as I saw a previously hard drinking, dope dealing entirely nihilistic street specimen start preaching about the virtues of salvation and how he wasn’t the same etc. etc.. If you’ve any proximity to the pavement I’m sure you’ve met the type before and know them well as its obvious to us they’re building an illusion as a way of distancing themselves from the dirt they’ve done, who they’ve been and who they truly still are, under the surface. It didn’t take long for me to get him back into his old frame of mind and have him ready to kill on cue again and I found this hugely amusing because only a true friend would show you the nature of the mask you’re wearing in order to help and generate a real solution. He, as you’d expect, didn’t like this and took it quite personal and thus that was the last time I saw him for a bit. Why? Because what I said rang true and he knew he was attempting a form of spiritual escapism that wasn’t generating the righteous dividends he tried so hard to pretend via his world building that had been working so well but I wasn’t buying. Tell me, if the change really was true and sprung from within (as opposed to being copy and pasted to the surface as he traded the mask of a roadman for that of the spiritual) he’d have responded in the appropriate fashion and not reverted to type.

See, thats the thing about masks. They slip. Sometimes they’re dramatic explosions and other time quick blips where people gather round the water fountain and say “I don’t know what came over him” before getting back to business. Alcohol often brings the true you to the surface and thats why its such a popular option and pushed so heavily to the weakened who further weaken themselves on the weekend. What a coincydink, eh? The nature of spells is invisible to those operating within them…

To maintain this (false) self takes an immense amount of effort to project that picture into others minds by virtue signaling, world building and being inauthentic but because its so common these days no one questions it or wonders why they feel exhausted in crowds for extended times but also hate being alone and by themselves without distraction. Can you hear the Psylense? Its the gap between the thoughts, the sheer unAdulerated feeling of pure, concentrated realness that is what the Warrior is seeking as we grip onto this with a ferocity and tenuousness that can seem quite illogical to those locked within the invisible bars of the Mind Made Prison they are busy decorating with new trinkets to make their life sentence on Earth more pleasant without actually stopping to question why it feels like hell. Actually that is why they won’t stop because once you feel the truth there is no other option beyond liberty or death. Get free or thrive trying is in full effect hence grab that loose end that doesn’t make any sense and points toward the inauthentic and bring the whole house of cards down to feel, once again, the beach of life upon which it was built as you bask in the freedom of experience without limits or constraints.

Its akin to flipping the script and being fully grown, laced with wisdom and experience whilst still possessing the radiant presence and energetics of the child within who has now been liberated from the dank dungeon of your chest and restored to his rightful place as the ruler of your kingdom. Its this sacred spot, the seat of power within that the whole world and its institutions covet and can’t wait to place the egoic (false) self impersonator within in hopes of fooling you into living an unfulfilling existence.

I actually did meet the born again hooligan one day after many rays had shone and he had this to say:

“I have to say you truly are a friend even though I thought you were an enemy. The words you shared that day forced me to look at me in a way far deeper than spending twenty three hours locked up alone ever did. It was then I found what you rightfully called escapism by reading religious texts in a way to forget myself, my position and all I’d done to get caught dealing again. It was a way out of a hopeless situation but it wasn’t authentic as it was chose in desperation with no room for introspection. Ironic”.

Gone was the beard, kufi, flowing robes and ever present Koran from which he would preach frequently without truly comprehending. Standing in front of me was a calm and happy man dressed in sweats, fresh kicks and a couple of gold rings like he used to rock way back when but there was one big difference. Now he was totally authentic as he had no other option since being forcefully ejected from his masjid for asking his teachers and peers why he still felt this nagging emptiness within and how it all seemed like it was on the surface as he shared the Knowledge of masks I’d kicked and how they related to his experience as I’d pointed out at exactly what points he’d worn which and how they all attempted to prevent the rising of the pain he felt within from coming to the surface. Needless to say they didn’t like this as a lot of the new cell block converts were starting to nod their heads and one said how he was still getting high even though he pretended not to whilst another interjects that he simply can’t stop having sex and is considering going back to pimping because it felt so amazing as the rest pitched in their own imperience. See what I’m saying about the resonance of the authentic? He needed that support system then because they were all manufacturing proof as they lied to themselves but I knew he was too intelligent to fall for it as the man was the hustlers hustler in his prime and could turn one to three and flip it daily before getting back on the grind and cheffing more pies as that was the culture he came up in. He knew it as well which is why all that righteous brother stuff was in the wind and he found himself ready to knuckle up again until I said “If it was real then who is this standing here speaking?” and it clicked. Once you’ve danced on the edge of your awareness, which is where most criminals live as its essential for their survival (and because they’re trying to escape their pasts which are often horrendous) then its quite obvious when you’re trying to fool yourself as you’ve spent a lifetime on the grind and know the rules of Victim and Opponent and how the former will often think the latter is his best friend until the truths revealed.

The streets are vicious like that and its all about the ends as they justify the means with a “Hey, its only business” as your day ones conspire to do you in because they want the connect you won’t share with them as the first rule is to protect your investment. Doesn’t work when the wolves ain’t fed because things can get critical. Like an intensive care unit as your life hangs by a thread before you’re ushered to a cell to spend the rest of your sentence.

“So what are you doing now?” I asked him as he seemed way more coherent and chill. Turns out he’d opened a youth outreach program in his old hood and was getting the local roughnecks into boxing as a way of instilling discipline, giving them a vent and keeping them away from the street Games that sucked him in making drops on his bike after school for a few bills from the older shotters who took him under their wings and gave him his first taste of narcotic profits. “You can only be real in the ring” he said “Thats the difference I now get because if you try fronting in there you’ll get tested and knocked out real quick and that often brings a man to his senses”. Boxers of all ilks know this well and the irony is when it gets to the professional level they’ll all freely admit that their ring persona, whether Sugar Ray or Kid Dynamite himself, feels way more real and authentic than their civilian presence. This itself is an immense hint of the all encompassing nature of the System that currently rules the world and fools those who operate within as only when dishing out licensed brutality for profit did they feel themselves. They’ll also freely admit that the thrill is addictive as is the crowds baying and this the street legends know well because its a nice feeling knowing you can park your car on the pavement with keys in, pop in a building and no one will touch it out of fear, respect or dread of the repercussions.

Its all everyone wants, really, whether criminal or civilian. The freedom to be themselves and getting props are like sprinkles as they provide a nice decoration but if the cake itself is missing then whats the point they think. Or at least, they can. If they’re authentic. Its this last point that the fakes rail against as they’ve got everything they think they want but still have none of the feeling whereas the man of whom I’m speaking that used to have sports cars parked outside his mums crib in a council building full of derelicts is now happier and realer than he’s ever been due to unleashing the Warrior within.

That, however, can only happen once you’re willing to acknowledge you’ve been enSlaved by the System and its various forms of deception that all end in world building in the heads of others as you attempt to make up for that lack of connection to your own chest which is often bricked off with emotional pain and suffering you’d rather die than acknowledge. Well, know this:

Die you shall and that which you suppressed shall rise to surface as the exit from this living hell is in your grip but because you’ll be so overwhelmed by the presence of what you repressed now your Pane Body isn’t resisting the impulses you spent a lifetime pretending didn’t exist its akin to having bricks tied to your awareness as it drops back down into the flesh to do it all again. The Warrior knows this and is willing to take the steps by befriending his private realm and undoing the destruction of Inner Sense that wrecked their original and pristine garden of awareness into which the weeds of ignorance, self deception and world building did set and caused their Prime glow to dim as they spent a lifetime circling around a false glow designed to draw them to their death hence people perish due to a lack of knowledge of Self.

Now you know this there is no way of unknowing it as you’ll remember what I said as its echoes within the Psylense that beats in your chest as it nods its head and hopes you get the message to take advantage of the lower vibrational state of the flesh and cleanse your energetics so that when the moment kicks in and you rest your Soul on the scales which marked the entrance and exit its the same weight as when it stepped in as this realm is a closed loop, nothing extra gets in and not even a gram shall exit and by that I mean the relationship betwixt the Witness, the Game and the imperiences therein which are all simply borrowed and thus not yours for the keeping whilst who you truly are, beyond the flesh, is actually the awareness it all plays out within and thus that is the key, skeleton, that fits the door marked exit where all Warriors will be hearting when their spin in this realm comes to an end and they’re freed from their life sentence.

And, if you’re wondering, the wretch whose grim face stared at you from the head of the article is the perfect example of one faking the funk and selling an image to the rest because, deep down within, she felt none of what she pimped because its purely a numbers thing so you don’t have to tell me but it might it be wise to keep it real with your Self. I’ve seen plenty of phonies from yoga mats to ashrams as well as alcoholic preachers and other examples because, like Pryor said:

People don’t want to deal with themselves. They should but that would raise questions like why the world is like this and how it seems to profit from ignorance with heaps of willful deception piled in with plenty of gaslighting and yet, everyone is miserable but experts in denying it. Better yet, if it were all peaches and cream in this realm then who the hell keeps on sending prophets that are killed, stone dead? Who truly is at the helm? What is their actual intent? Why can’t you remember from one life to the next and, better yet, why do so many religious texts say that is blasphemous when there is real life proof that here is where the eternal and temporal blend? Are we in heaven? Or hell?

Do the Knowledge. Do the Knowledge, my friend, because in times of near universal deception it would behoove one to be real and authentic as the ignorance is laid on, real thick, and I suspect its chief aim is of sticking you back in the flesh again. And again. And again. If thats the case, how would you tell?

If you trust a liar, who is to blame in the end?

Till we meet again

Food and Mood

India is a great example of this due to the immense mix of languages, cultures, traditions and the rest. For example, Muslims have their own mix of peace and aggression which is due to the resonance of fasting and then eating loats of goat, sacrificial, which is known to keep pressing as it butts head with anything in front of it. Hindus, on the flip, are generally much more tranquil to the state of almost being passive in this modern age as they still live and die by the “Ahmisa” concept that states they should attempt not to harm anything in order to exist. Sikhs, up North, have historically done a lot of the protection for the place against those invading and they’re known for mainly drinking and consuming lots of chicken plus lamb, both of which are linked to their bird brained naivety that other religions mock and make jokes against as they are so straight forward and direct. Down South we have the Dravidians who consume a load of fish and tend to go with the flow and not make much noise as well and then, in the US, we have those who are known for their over the top aggression and desire for conflict who are, almost religiously, fed eggs and bacon for breakfast (Thanks to the nephew of Freud. Amazing, isn’t it?) whilst proving they’re greedy as pigs when it comes to natural resources that they, quite often, “liberate” from the nests of said folks with brown skin on other continents under various pretexts but rarely do the drapes of reality match the curtains of the image they sell before doing it all again.

Its pretty amazing and whilst this tale isn’t scientific in that respect it offers food for thought so scrape the dish as I, personally, have done loads of extended imperiments when it comes to shifting the variables of what I’m consuming, viewing and in general resonance with. For example:

Boxing comes much more naturally to me when eating meat based dishes but quiet introspection is almost effortless when I’ve been feasting on simple vegetarian options. Things like this really do have me wondering because something I’ve been recently pondering is the concept of electrical current and its implications. Actually, lets back up a few steps:

I do believe in the you are what you eat concept as the above attests as there are very clear points of demarcation in culture, region and temperament that is often linked with the local dish. Granted, its a relatively small sample offered as an illustration but I think you’ll get my drift as lets pretend you buy two identical motors and run one on Ninety Eight octane as the best it can get and the other gets supermarket petrol station swill which, allegedly, has added additives to increase the skim and lowering prices to draw the punters in. That, by the way, is just a hypothesis but one I suspect is correct that I may cover, elsewhen. Now, these two vehicles are driven the same and serviced at identical rates in the same place. After a few decades which one do you suspect would be in better shape? Kind of obvious, yes? Just a tiny little variable can create an immense change, especially if it addresses the most vital element:

Fuel.

We are ran not just by what we consume with our lips but senses as well. Do you think so many women that are now unhappily single after an extended period of juggling multiple appendages in search of her fair prince that would come and sweep her off her Blahniks would have done so without Sex & The City programming their awareness that they can have, eat their cake, stay thin and gain a picture perfect wedding with all the bells and whistles thrown in as they glide off into the sunset after riding the carousel for an extended length? This is actually a dope topic I’ll have to examine at depth as its a great example of mass hypnosis via the black mirror effect that holds the world in its grip with its drip fed manipulations owned by a handful of interests.

Music is another great example because whilst every gen thinks their tunes were the best and the next listens to a hot mess I can’t help but notice how virtually every single modern song is hyper-sexed and totally blatant with it. Like subtle inference and double meanings got up and left, back when, and now there is just gross forms of stimulation left and very limited topics as well. A dip in resolution, thats for certain. Tie that in with the fact that modern gen women are seemingly preprogrammed to act like pornstars who scream and yell as ways of showing their satisfaction shows we have a problem as people are obviously more estranged from Self than they’ve ever been so they put on a performance of what they Thunk a man expects and not manifesting from within based on true feeling in the moment.

Fuel. Once again.

Its a diminished returns type of thing because if, instead, you taught the dude how to separate orgasm from ejaculation and the girl the art of crest surfing what they’d get is an orgasm that is full nervous reset that leaves her a wet mess that is whimpering with a goofy grin and him set adrift on memory bliss in higher planes of existence in contrast to a money shot on the lips which is naught but a genital spasm, par excellence. Its like being fed frozen microwaved chips in comparison to fresh, organic potatoes that were hand peeled and seasoned then part cooked in fine oils before being refried, served, hot and crisp, with a choice of dips that were cheffed to perfection and garnished, par excellence.

The latter may seem like a lot of effort but once you have a taste for the best its hard to regress whereas if you know nothing but food from packets and doordashed tips its easy to mistake it for good living as you’re ignorant of the options. Taking it back to India, again, the place is one of the most sex repressed on the planet due to old shenanigans as well as the caste system and dowry payment methods and the rest and yet its also the birthplace of the Kama Sutra which has spiritually explicit content on how best to use whats between your legs to elevate your consciousness. None dare call it conspiracy but the regulation of sex is always a great way to control the populace as there are countless Muslim “virgins” out there who will bleed in bed with their groom, as expected, but are demons with their lips and have elastic rear ends from years of out sneaking in a hijab they ditched at a friends before hitting a club with the rest and giving it up to one they just met in order to scratch an itch their culture will not allow them to acknowledge without consequence. Same with the amount of men searching for gay porn in those lands where, apparently, no one is a homosexual as their creator didn’t make them like this. Odd, isn’t it?

You’ll notice the common thread in this topic is lips, anuses and genitals because, really, thats what its all about in this realm like Scarface said:

The sages of yore Knew different hence the hint about sacred sex where one learns the value of breath and pulsation to retain what would jet and the effects this brings upon ones consciousness. They literally filled texts with reasons and hints about various techniques of changing the blood oxygen mix and what kicks as well as the effects of food upon mood and how one can abstain for extended periods to develop a special kind of strength as well as what type of yoni and lingam mix works best and countless other things that hint at a really advanced science and grasp of metaphysics bought down to day to day living and the art of relationship. I mean, if you want your girl to swallow with a grin and mean it then throw more pineapple and watermelon in the mix and see what happens. On the flip its rare you’ll meet a vegetarian lady that smells gamey but, in the end, it all comes down to resolution because most folks are running around with a billy basic OS in their head and can’t see past the surface plus they’re desperate to sell an image to those just as broken. Tell me that isn’t outsane? Add into the mix that, back when, most folks lived and died eating what they’d hand sown and harvested and thus was in perfect alignment with their flesh that was too created in the same village and now we have out of season, cold stored, flown around the world, doused in chemicals and all other kinds of mess laden on supermarket shelves as well as the rest filled with additives and toxins designed to increase repeat business and no one seems to draw a link that its all unfolding as intended as birth rates are declining and most aren’t the pic of health.

Thank the fat of land (aka the USA) for this as they exported this convenience culture as a symbol of status when, in reality, its the opposite. A long time ago I hopped off a jet an landed on the Indian subcontinent. The friends who came to greet couldn’t wait to take me to Mickey D’s and I rejected this, on spec, as I wanted something fresh and authentic that was pitched at the tastebuds of the locals who wouldn’t accept no mess. With a grin they took me to this broken down looking place on the side of the road as they said:

“I didn’t think you’d be one of us as the rest from the West who come in want more of what they left” before ordering. I replied that this was what I’d left as I’m a keen chef but commented the place they bought me to was a hot mess. Not only was the table rocking, that way and this, out of all of the food places on the strip it was the smallest and least professional in image. It was also deserted.

“Come here” he said as he took me to the kitchen.

Inside everyone knew him and grinned as he made his entrance into the mix of spices, song and skills. At that point their runner kid came belting in holding the meat they’d be cooking as another chef prepped the veg and the rest did what they did, in unison. Back at the table he said:

“They run their biz now as their father did, back when. Thats why it does so well because they don’t keep a fridge on the premises so they always buy super fresh and prep on purchase. Back then it was essential as he couldn’t afford the electric and rest but now its a conscious decision based on tradition as people know what to expect. Sure, you wait sometimes but its always worth it as, night time, this place has customers stationed all around in their cars to be fed. Plus its on an popping as some many people come here to chill and there is a huge social aspect to it as he cranks the music up to ten and does what he does best as hungry folk mingle in this place of attraction that draws all types in. Thats for a reason, as you’re about to sample.”.

And he was totally correct because there is immense difference between some kid flipping pre-prepped burgers for a check and a chef doing it with passion as he sings, off key, to his favorite hit whilst he spices and garnishes a dish for clients whom he’s known since they were kids and now, too, bring their own children to be fed as well as friends who’ve hopped off jets and wanted a taste of the really real and not prepackaged commercial concepts.

Can you see how much we’ve actually lost by outsourcing to convenience and distorted images? Amusingly I’ve said all this as a prep to mention the facts of electrical current but got so caught up in the foreplay the destination faded into the distance when contrasted to the moment that never ends from which I push the pen as one Centered in Self. I guess thats the crest surfing effect I mentioned manifesting via another medium so I’ll see you on the next for that missive otherwise this article will double in length as there is so much to handle at the depth the Warrior swims…

Till we meet again

Wildfires and Ceasefires

As I’ve previously said, the news isn’t consumed by those who resonate on a different wavelength but this little blip came to my attention and I simply had to push the pen as there is a reason for everything:

We are, first and foremost, within a fractal which means its a self similar Pattern of reality creation across many levels of resonance aka the cloud and snowman bit. Within this construct if you catch what it kicks you will, invariably, tune into signal which is more noiZ and static than true coherence. This, by the way, is intended, hence being selective. Now, you may be aware that I attest life in this realm is scripted, par excellence, and how its not really organic or natural but something else instead. A real life Truman Show effect, if you will. The ones who awaken to the fakeness without adequate prep often become schizophrenic as the Tricksters do their thing with a bit of handy, dandy shape shifting and warping of their perceptions. To the rest of the fish that swim in seas, hallucinogenic, their trip sounds like a mess as they’re quite (dis)content in the tunnel they dig to imperience their life as it is. To them I have a question:

When you consider the interplay, logistics, heart string tugging narratives (that may actually all be fibs, see Nariyah, for example) as well as the rivers of blood that run red what the F are the chances of a war that rages on the East suddenly deciding to zip the banana clip due to a heat that rises in the West?

Wildfires and ceasefires. Doesn’t that sound not just a little improbable but outright ridiculous? Both of them? Both? Then again, its two words from your parents, back when, that made your life a mess so anything is possible but I find this mighty strange and simply had to push the pen and bring it to the attention of those tuning in to a higher resonance I’ve called the Psylense. I mean, ask your Self the basic questions, look at the information presented and try and draw fresh conclusions to see where you get. Imperiment. Who is to say if your view is wrong or correct? Its not about the result but the attempt as its the Journey one creates by putting a foot in front of the next that often unleashes gnosis because some things are so exceedingly improbable – like the “magic passport” found in the rubble, back when, that was mentioned in the linked article – that I feel the whole world should’ve stop and said:

“Nope. Explain this in a way that makes sense”.

They won’t and don’t. Instead they keep piling it in as its all part of the trauma control programming and now there is something else to get your attention which says, in subtext, “Man is wild but nature can get uglier, should it wish” as the sunshine state is burning to a crisp. What are the bets that the next thing that kicks will be a water based event as this Game of elemental magick kicks in and takes it to another octave? Lets see, eh? For a wild flight of fancy, consider this:

A huge beast that floats, invisible, above this realm and zips from one place to the next consuming the Souls of the dead offered to its presence by those at the helm. Its now dipped for some “burnt offerings” instead as its quite a cullinist (pun intended) as its been around this realm since the Incans were tearing holes in chests of the living to appease certain forces or people tossed their kids into the flaming arms of Moloch, waiting, to be fed. Same with “foot and mouth” as that was simply a public narrative to cover an immense animal sacrifice which is, in the end, the same thing that goes on in abortion clinics. Whoops! A bridge too far with those of limited thinking? Who cares? Reality as it stands is the definition of insanity and if you can’t see the rites and rituals that are laid on thick from end to end then thats your problem. Obviously those at the helm would rather you stopped noticing these blips because their power is subconscious hence its all about signs and symbols that melt when examined with a critical lens as they’re rendered ineffective.

Much like I said in this article about MJ predicting COVID before it hit due to the planetary thing there is a similar alignment happening as you read this. The skies above are painting an interesting pic for those with the vision to comprehend the message of celestial influence because, recollect, there is no “out there” without an “in here” hence “Do the Knowledge” is the song all Warriors sing as the stage looks quite malefic. We are in a very, very strange place but the problem with everyday miracles is they tend to dim the sense of wonder one steps in with and thus stop pondering and start amusing themselves instead so these kind of things will never be broadcast on FM as they don’t want you to click the trick. No, far better to keep you scared, locked in and running the treadmill with the rest of the plebs who Know not the Ledge…

I mean, was this a slip of the tongue thing when he mentioned that he started the fire we’re watching, burning? Its kind of like Bush admitting the truth about Iraq, back when. The amazing thing about a liar is the mask always slips, always, and we’re coming to a season in which most will soon sift the pure milk of Inner Sense from the waters that Adulterated it, back when. Its interesting to click that a Wolf Moon just howled as well because everything talks for those who listen. What do you think the message is, my friend? Am I reaching like Dhalsim or could there be something to being stuck in a simulation ran by a script that is propelled by odd events that keep heaping on a narrative that most accept, without questioning, as they live, die and repeat with a bit of mindwiping thrown in? Whats interesting, in terms of astronomical observation, is that Mars was present and correct with this event attempting to steal the shine for himself which, if you think, is a case of an aggressive intellect when you mix those elements, yes? People who work the door, hospitals and such things all attest that people tend to get a bit barking when that celestial influence does its thing so there may be something as well as the reason why drunk tanks are pink. Do the Knowledge.

Anyway, I say all of that to say that the March Twenty Twenty Fifth script seems to be running, unchecked, and that is the most amazing thing about realizing the power of consciousness as we could, if we wished, literally change it all. If we wished. Obviously to have a mass awakening the Slaves must first accepted they’ve been tricked and are actually sleepwalking in a mass state of hypnosis but much like the stickmen that, back when, tapped on your window to break your Zs I extend another probe into the collective unconsciousness via the power of willhelp – me, thee, we. All the same, in the end. And yet, not quite identical because its a question of resonance in the land of sentient snowmen scared to death of melting and this is where the fires, raging, hit at other elements about to weigh in because the truth of this planet is that its quite inhospitable in the grand scheme of things and the men who would be kings have kept detailed etchings, since back when, so if it does all crumble and dip they can rebuild with, of course, themselves at the helm. Again. What? You think this is the first time this has happened? Playa, this isn’t even the first time you’ve read this text. Let that digest and we’ll speak on the next.

Till we meet again