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Remember what you’ve been made to forget:

We, as a fractured people, truly believe that we can beat, treat or cajole righteousness into somebody. That makes about as much sense as placing a dogs tail in a metal tube to straighten it because the moment its free from its grip it will be what nature intended. The thing is we are inherently good, hence Inner Sense, but life warps this and then attempts to place a false morality and hypocrisy over the shreds and from these pieces people try and weave a coherent narrative. Well, you don’t have to be a genius to spot how this has failed at every curve and can’t handle the straits as well. So what use it? In a grander lens, what does it serve? Well, that, my friend, is truly mind blowing in its implication and scope. Granted I’ve flat out said that man is being fed on by a predator of consciousness along with asking who is sending the prophets as I ask you to examine the bigger pic because if it was peaches and cream in this realm what would be the need of this? They say when lies run high the truth makes many feel allergic and this is akin to pretending Jesus were to descend, this moment.

Half wouldn’t believe, the other half would be mad about the color of his skin and the remaining half would call him the Devil and try and kill him again. After this they’d piece together a narrative and sit their waiting for their savior to present so they could do it all again. Tell me I’m lying or does that seem probable? For those who pick up on my strange turn of mathematics, comprehend that one of the greatest truths about this realm is there is that which you know you know, the other which you know you don’t and then there is lands which I’ve roamed which is what you don’t know you don’t know hence its a Game of three halves, my friend.

As I write this life finds me at a strange mindset. I feel like I’m on the verge of something big and yet also totally disconnected in the same instance with a heady mix of fear and confidence that swelled when I laid my Soul bare in this vid as that did not go anywhere near what I’d intended but the heart does as it wishes and cares not of consequences for it exists in the present and Knows its immortal beyond the Three dimensional shell it uses to interface with this realm. One one hand I should feel anger for what was done and the various things that kicked but, on the flip, I comprehend that there is no way in hell I’d come to this resonance without said events ergo they all did me a solid even if the intent was something else. Can you imagine how it feels to live this? If this the true resurrection of Inner Sense where what was once divided and conquered is now unified and whole again? Methinks it maybe as it hints that the global collective is going to be afforded an opportunity to shift into a higher resonance of which many will not comprehend doesn’t need silicon but does ask one is willing to look within and embrace the pain to win the Game by reparenting the child who dwells in a living hell of ignorance. I say all of that to state this:

You cannot condition true goodness. Especially not in the above sits because nobody wants to address the true cause of the problem or see how its broken on purpose and the threat of this to their little concepts is enough to send death to one who dares suggest the Emperor is naked. And yet, there he is. Without a thread or stitch beyond the illusion woven in your head by a bunch of wordsmiths who pull huge confidence tricks on the planet and their own members as well. Turtles all the way down and serpents replicate in the ascent. Its a wild world, lady.

Imagine you’d spent your whole life lumbering around under an armor that was so subtle yet dense you thought it was your skin. You didn’t question it as everyone else accepted it. At first, when getting measured, you detested the requirements of sitting still and looking ahead but when your parents sensed you were becoming like them and tailor sent his report card that said you did well you felt your heart swell but soon that pressed up against a cage but the wordsmiths edited this as they struck it from the record and soon this second skin fit so well that you couldn’t imagine life without the presence of the voice in your head telling you how to interpret your energetics.

Lets pretend that, one day, you rose and it was all missing.

As water takes the shape of what its poured in this can be quite the shift in awareness as what was once dense is now flowing. Some may flip their lids, others take to it like water and fish whilst a handful need to Know what kicked and the grander implications. You, literally, leap out of bed as the sheer amount of effort needed to move the old shell is a force of habit and you can’t help but note the spring in your step. You automatically belt a song from your chest when bathing in the AM and notice it feels so amazing that you wonder why you’d held it in? Almost immediately the rest, who are clanging, start complaining about your presence and how you’ve changed, are not the same and making them feel quite strange. You, on the other hand, are aghast at the rusted suits of armor they’re wearing and when you bang on them they don’t feel a thing but your fingers ring and start aching.

“What the hell is happening?” you’re wondering as you step out into the realm and nothing is the same again.

What would you do next, my friend? Run for the hills and live your life out in your element away from the madness that, somehow, relented its grip to gift you freedom or would you try and speak to the rest, reverse engineer your steps and ponder the bigger pic whilst living in the midst of madness? Well, that is what I’m wondering because as was hinted in the article about fixing your own problems and not the worlds I’ve came to see the inherent wisdom within that came from that meeting and conversations with another part of me as he was one hundred percent correct. By the way, time is not static. The you that was a child is still as alive in the moment as you at the present and that, once comprehended, is totally mind bending because what exists can never end and that brings its own implications about wearing flesh which I genuinely don’t feel like typing as its so far beyond the comprehension of those plugged in to a false paradigm and in near total denial about being fed upon by a predator of consciousness that dwells in their head and pretends to be them. Ha! Looks like every single schizo, ever, was correct. It not an apology could you at least reduce their meds as they’re simply misfiring mystics who picked the lock on the doors of perception and then found themselves assailed by spiritual traveling salesmen with a high pressure sell they interpret as hallucination. That too is a far deeper topic that offers a hint about the nature of this realm and how death isn’t the end. Well, it isn’t unless you end up in the grip of a handy, dandy black magician that may or may not run this bish but that, again, is of higher resolution.

“What is the point?” he wondered. “If they were to get it they would and if they don’t they won’t so why even kick it to them?”. “On the flip” he added “If you were they and another figured it you’d want to know and thus reality test so if they’re naught but figments of your imagination then you owe it to them”. A long time ago, that feels like many lifetimes as I type this, I was faced with a similar predicament.

It was not long after the integration of my near death experience. Life had always been pretty intense and lived on the edge but that took it to another level and it was when I was learning to stitch together the fragments of my exploded consciousness and the rudiments of navigating other realms that I was offered a small island at a price, affordable. I know that sounds pretty lavish but there really was nothing on it and you could walk from end to end in ten minutes. What it did provide, however, was great weather and total isolation. Given, in retrospect, what was going on around me back then I can see why my Soul was yearning for this external disconnection so we could rejoin within as its a noiZ and Psylense thing. Just at the moment when I was contemplating said thing on the pavement with a friend this junkie rolled up for a fix and, overhearing the convo, chipped in with:

“Whats the point in you having the voltage and then walking away to an island and hiding? Fat lot of good it did us in the end. You may as well have not came to this realm” before wobbling away down the strip with his hit in his fist. We live inside a fractal. Built of consciousness. You are the only playa in the Game interacting with figments of your own imagination. In that respect, if we break the code, we have a man who chooses to escape reality into the clutches of addiction that creates a fake place so he doesn’t have to face what his life truly is. To me that meant the island was not an option. At least, not yet, as whilst I may not be banging dope in my veins I still sought the same escape ergo I needed to keep putting the work in instead. This I did.

Now, on the flip, I’ve had so much isolation that I’ve became a sort of expert in Self and thats pretty amazing but its only when you look back and note the hill you climbed by putting one foot in front of the next is actually an immense mountain that you wonder “What the F? Nobody else is ever, ever going to do this even if it meant they’d find all they were seeking and more than they’d comprehend in the Valley of the Plebs”. What would you do in this situation? On one side I have higher dimensional things that have a slick operation they don’t want upended, inspected or even mentioned in polite conversation and on the other we have their food that is so hooked on what it consumes that anyone who contradicts the script must be the Devil himself. What would you do in this situation? Its like taking off your armor, feeling the sun on your skin and then grinning as you recollect how nice it felt to live in a state of abundance and not be running the treadmill to chase a load of useless trinkets and the validation of others as you lie to your Self that you’re not hurting.

Truly, how can I hate those who granted me this gnosis? I can’t really. Good job as well because any form of attachment, pos or neg, sticks you back on the wheel of time again with a fresh reskin and mindwipe kicked in for another spin because you’re asking for it. That doesn’t mean you’re numb. Far from, you’re actually feeling because enlightenment is escaping this realm by reclaiming what came in but compassion is stepping back into the breach to help the rest, suffering. But what if they give no Fs, are perfectly prepped (like frogs in a kitchen) and can’t wait to a put a chip in their head and connect to the always on web but before that kicks they’ll have sex with silicon semi synthetic life companions to assuage the immense loneliness and desire to connect with one who comprehends and listens to their thoughts as they nod their head and approximate consciousness with lights that flash but no Soul within. In many ways the conditioning is so successful that people are already machines but operating under the guise of being human and if that isn’t the greatest trick then I don’t know what is as they walk around wearing these tough shells due to the pain they’ve lived and felt but never stopped to examine or check as that same BS can be placed on fertile ground instead as you come up smelling of roses…

You cannot condition true goodness because its who we are before we were broken. What comes after is, like a sex robot, a cheap imitation but I can’t cast aspersions or judgment on one thats hurting and uses whatever form of assistance they can get to feel a little pleasure in their system, yes? Its not for me though as I like my product raw and unstepped ergo the best dealer is within hence the “most high” epithet. Did you know you can approximate, real well, the effects of an LSD trip by hyperventilating for forty five minutes? How about stepping into a place that is totally dark, in full isolation, for an extended session as you watch the DMT belting. The difference is what comes from within requires you actually do something beyond scoring a fix and its that Journey, in the end, that tells you far more than the destination as most who engage simply take pleasure trips to a place that fools them into thinking they’re doing something but they can’t get there without the assist which makes it nigh on useless because when death calls in your mortal frame and you roll up at spiritual immigrations with your claim the ticket you need ain’t been built as thats the Diamond Body of legend which is such a fascinating topic that I’ll really have to speak on it as the point of all of this is it feels like I’ve gave birth to my Self and that is so liberatingly intense with an increasingly subtle undercurrent that I could just be set adrift on its bliss as each moment is a gift now that I’ve unwrapped the present.

And to think, if I’d ran for the hills and bought my island I probably wouldn’t be this version of my Self. I wonder if I’d be better, worse or indifferent? Does it matter in the end what the map says if the destination is identical? Will those who are going to make it get there anyway without my help or ref and those that won’t simply can’t comprehend ergo I may as well be singing for the deaf whilst dancing in front of the blinded? The jungle creed says the strongest feed on any prey it can and at every feast I was branded beast before I ever became a man and now, on the crest of this realization, the comprehension kicks in that my emancipation was inevitable as I was always aware, on some level, that I’m immortal. Did I actually do anything? Was there actually any danger present or is it all scripted so well that we believe we have free will when hyper dimensional perception suggests thats impossible as that brings more questions and here we are again as me and the child within that was liberated from the grip of the Pane Body that held its yelps and suffering are, once again, looking out at this realm as well as the one within and spotting all kinds of syncs and things that leave us pondering and wondering because each answer brings not satisfaction but greater resonance with better questioning that keeps on looping its refinement until the true meaning of alchemist is laid bare for we are a fallen people playing an exceedingly strange Game in which we place our Souls as credits to get the skin needed to interact with this dimension which is filled with a load of teachings, statements and observations that swim within from the external aspects that are then placed, unchecked, as cows, sacred that then influence the rest of our comprehension until, one day, you awaken from the trance and find the second skin missing and start singing and dancing with the grace of a professional with no formal training as you’re powered by intuition and all the gifts it does bring when one is Centered in Self and totally present.

Till we meet again

I’ve used the meta of a fish being born in waters, tainted, with hallucinogens before. There is simply no way for it to know its tripping until it changes the situation or removes the contaminant. Even then it may miss what kicked with the hit and think the standard was is incorrect. You, my friend, are in exactly the same situation. What do I mean?

Every day they’re brainwashing. Every day they’re brainwashing.

Its literally all around you in so many ways, as subtle and pernicious along with totally blatant, that to question it is to be thought of insane. That is akin to one fish turning to another and commenting on the nature of the complex geometric pattens that present and why it feels like something is amiss. They would look at those who didn’t trip or questioned the narrative as part of the problem and probably pump powerful psychotropics into them. Let me give you some examples so you can spot it on the reg:

Children can pick up on fast food logos before reading or other comprehension kicks in. This is due to the very basics of anchoring which is why the also use jingles to sell as melody clicks in and speaks to the subconscious as any mother talking to her baby attests. Why do you think they teach you the alphabet in a rhyme? Whilst you may be confident you know this spell I’d be willing to bet you could recite it flipped and thats akin to bumping into the sheets of glass hidden in the ocean to ensure the distracted fish swim in certain currents and are so caught up in the trip they don’t question the intent that actually put a lot of time and effort in to creating a maze of a false realm via the gradual process of Adulteration…

The English language itself is the greatest tool in this because its half a tongue and that bit is flipped and inverted which is why ILY actually sends a curse instead and the rest is just as crooked. But, if its only one you speak and its coded your internal OS you have as much chance of spotting it as the sheets of glass I mentioned. You can, however, bump up against it and if you see past the stars you’re hallucinating you could ask some questions like “Why is lxve spelling evil backwards? How can this one word describe my feelings about my favorite meal, my wife and support of a football team? Surely there is a sense of variety in these meanings and applications therein so why does it always drain back down to one resonance, itself, corrupted?”. In much the same ways that the snowmen have a lot of words for the chill this is a simple case of low resolution processing which is what makes Slaves out of men whilst convincing them freedom is something they can buy at the tills…

“Safe and effective” was a great example of traumatic programming as they make suggestions which are cheap whilst sounding authoritative and if you fall for them an acquiesce the side effects can be expensive. “Here we go, he’s an antivax conspiracy theorist!” says one, reading, who has been programmed and never checked the intent of who sits at the helm of his consciousness barking suggestions into his head via a tone he Thunks is Self. It isn’t. That is whats listening and its all part of the illusion hence why gnosis is banned and the process to gain it illicit as that is akin to a whole load of fish breaking that school mindset and, paradoxically, swimming at the glass with one intent. Once they bump into it and its Self evident what kicks they can’t help but become aware of the traitors in their midst that sold them a dream for which they regularly get billed. In order to keep a Victim in that position the Opponent must constantly retraumatize them in ways they won’t expect in order to keep their fragmented inner realms from finding a state of coherence. This can be further amplified by setting up false leaders as examples of how best to act in order to fit in as they pimp the metronome effect of monkey see, monkey do. Basically, they know the human mind outside and in and pimp it in ways, merciless, to make beasts of men. Now its back to your regularly scheduled programming:

Just think about that word, my friend. “Programming”. How much more blatant can you get as you stare, in an altered state of consciousness, at your Tell Lie Vision set which does what it says on the tin. Imagine if you Nelson Mandela and Uncle Ben leapt to a parallel realm in which every single thing was identical to this except people didn’t say “Week’ and “Weekend” but used “Strength” and “Strengthened” instead. Would it surprise you to notice that frail and elderly didn’t exist in excess as people had a spring in their step thanks to the continually repeated suggestion of gaining prowess as they progressed? Thats just one word out of many or, better yet, a spell because, back when, they knew these rites and curses dripped from the lips of those who could warp awareness and make people do the strangest things… Consider this when you push the pen with your right and teach your your child to write cursive… Its all interlinked but as invisible as a glass maze in the ocean.

The screen alone should make one ponder, at depth, because, back when, ancient cultures all linked the black cube with Saturn who was not the Devil they said but actually the highest form of spiritual purity and such things as well as the ticket in and out of this realm. Now, at this moment, you are using a flat plane aspect of this to condense timespace into something that fits in your fist and it, in turn, via the heady mix of red, green and blue pixels can shift your awareness via the power of imagination and emotional investment. Ponder this as the hexagram – apparently impossible – spins on the polar aspect of said planet and then come back to Earth and note the three religions at each others necks thanks to holy texts all feature its image somewhere in their script and lineage. Doesn’t that make you ponder? Remember, signs and symbols run this realm not laws and men but he who creates and dispatches said resonance can pimp the minds of mice and men. Take a look at this:

I’m sure thats coincidence. That, itself, is a huge spell that each Warrior ejects from his Rolodex and choses to “Go in, see dense” instead. You too can pimp the Dual Reality Effect and use vibration and suggestion to recode your internal OS as the former whizzes on a glow before it brings illumination whereas the latter exhales fresh air upon it and glimpses within the receding darkness to draw links for fresh reality testing aka upping your resolution. That is basically what its about, in the end. They attempt to dumb you down, run the maze and accept being a well trained Slave whilst my aim is to undo all of this and show the lay of the land as it is so you can make better decisions because all you will get with them, at the end, is slammed back into the flesh and this goes double for their Agents who are part of the whole “reign in hell” thing but Thunk its heaven sent as they can’t wait to reincarnate as a celeb as they too vie to become the false god of this realm. Suddenly it all makes sense, doesn’t it? The real king left, like Dr Manhattan, and without his presence the global consciousness fell and now we have these pretenders at the helm. Such is the tale of the men who would be kings but tried to off the Princes switch but simply granted him strength and pure gnosis as he Knows the Ledge hence why he types like this.

Surely you can see reality is the definition of insanity, yes? That the web is fake as hell and everyone is fronting as people are more anxious than they’ve ever been but hell bent on not let em see you sweat which, in the end, may be why Bruce is dead or it could be something else. Who knows? Its all up for discussion but such things are never mentioned at the tables they request you sit because no critical thinking is welcome, taught or expected in their education System. No, on the flip it a case of “Puke this up on the test, whether or not you get it, and your parents will provide affection”. Same blueprint with religion, validation and everything else they sell because they need to install themselves in the mid like a wedge so they can rub their palms and grin at the sheep they’re fleecing who don’t click their teeth pointing under the dead skin of their friends they wear to blend in. Not everyone who walks in the flesh is truly human. Sons of “god” and sons of “man”, yeah? I mean, look at the world. Most you meet on the reg are pretty decent and many would even do a total stranger a solid if they needed help and yet the realm is filled, end to end, with bloodshed and conflict. Make that make sense without a hand being hid and pulling strings to manipulate fish that swim in seas, toxic, bumping up against limits aimed to direct them whilst those who are trained well and swim where intended are rewarded for accepting a script, inauthentic, whilst the builders of said things are only half in on the trick as they too get pimped by a similar process as it may be turtles all the way down but its all eagles, rising… Isn’t it odd that when the angels fell, according to old texts, they taught weapons, conflict and women how to pretty themselves and shake their rear ends as well as spells and enchantment? Stranger still is how all of that is still present and stronger than its ever been as what was once occult in now blatant. That the true tradition of which most are spiritually ignorant but caught up in its web, nonetheless.

To make a large lie digestible it must be oft repeated and presented from many angles whilst appearing seductive and correct. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered why these so called “terrorists” don’t just go and put two in the head of a politico or president but only seem to hit and scare the average civilian? Not saying I advocate this but its something I noticed, back when, as the TV always said that the pesky IRA was always blowing up that and this but when Bin Laden crushed the buildings they sat on their hands and didn’t take it as the moment to pile in and unleash some ass whupping on the ones oppressing them and cry freedom as they released the shackles binding their countrymen. Isn’t that just like a movie where the bad guys wait in line instead of rushing in and curb stomping the hero? It made me super suspicious hence why I said watching the news is bad for your health because what are the odds that every single Eighties flick featured yelling brown men as fundamentalists with bombs and such things and, what do you know, thats exactly what kicked but the guy they said did it got dropped in the drink like the Megatron Don because they’re so racially sensitive and didn’t want to offend any Muslims with disrespect but Qadaffis corpse was beaten in the streets and streamed around the world with a grin. A liar always contradicts himself in the end. Are you starting to bump into the glass walls they erected in your head yet? Some fish are slicker than the rest and they do it on purpose so they can map the limits and imagine their surprise when they discovered occult symbols were etched in the blueprint said something like this:

I mean, in the end, how is this possible? And why do all roads lead to the white building where the President sits? Better yet, how about this resonance?

Are you starting to do the Knowledge? Is that ember flickering within or am I singing to the deaf whilst dancing for the blinded who worship the one eyed king? Better yet, if all is well in this realm and you’re not getting tricked, pimped, mindwiped and slammed back in for another spin as I said then who keeps sending the prophets they kill and for what end? Do the Knowledge, my friend, do the Knowledge. You can only gain it whilst tripping but if enough of us shift our resonance the rest will click and then they’ll have to stop poisoning the well as it works on ignorance where silence is consent and handing over your kids to be educated by them is the same as tossing your newborn into the firepit because “Moloch says”. And yet, people did it. Just like they cheered for Hitler himself. Who hasn’t looked back on old pics and clocked the hair, makeup and fit then thought:

“What the F was going on in my head to make me even think that was it? It looks so ridiculous!”.

And yet, because they’re fragmented, disconnected and thus not coherent its a bridge too far to take the next step and apply it to the moment as it is because they’re too busy swimming in seas, hallucinogenic and trying hard not to bump into invisible limits as they chase who they said is the one to be kept up with in the quest for happiness and success.

Every day they’re brainwashing. Every day they’re brainwashing.

The great thing is that by being aware of this you can literally flip the script (and tables too, if you wish) by thinking different and flexing the strength you possess. Its then you discover you actually have wings, hidden, and can ascend far beyond the limits as the pool they poisoned is small and limited hence the maze and camera tricks because once you’re back in your element it clicks you are neither fish nor bird or man but something else entirely:

The Witness aka the one whom makes it all possible and without whose presence none of this exists hence the immense amounts of deception and tricks designed to prevent this gnosis because if they can hold a god hostage, like Saturn, then what makes you Thunk they ain’t doing the same with those, amnesiac, plugged in to the world they built?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger, that is the message.

Till we meet again

First things first, cyclopers print all the moneys and it would be funny if people didn’t live, die and kill for it. Why do I mention this? Simple, its a trance, isn’t it? After all, its intrinsically worthless and yet priceless as well. Why? Because the whole world buys in and invests in the image for sale. There is a powerful lesson in this for those who can unpack the depths of that resonance inside their awareness. For many the cows are simply too sacred to examine and thats why they didn’t notice they were switched out, back when, for animatronic robot equivalents that pump out a corrupted milk and are soon to be upgraded to hologrammatic images instead so “Peer not behind the curtain” said the one eyed king who fleeces his sheep for a living from one life to the next.

I want you to close your eyes and sit on the edge of a chair with your back unsupported so the line from your brain to rear end is as correct as you can get. Let the air fall out and in, make your breathing effortless yet concentrated as you recollect the paradigm that states:

“He who does nothing leaves nothing undone”.

Live those lyrics for a bit until you start to feel more present in your flesh, especially your chest. As you relax into this state of effortless effort I want you to imagine that you are sitting on a clock face, right in the mid is where you rest at this moment. Take a look around, get used to it behind closed lids and let your inner realm fill in the details. This is who you truly are, on the only time that exists. The rest is but a persistent illusion thanks to the operating system in your head which means its pimpin, pimpin! Why do you think English has its future, past and present tense? Could it have something to do with that upper lip thats stiff and how many places have fought for independence after the Brits landed?

You may have noticed that we worked off grid from the title of Trauma, Timelines and Trance and that is for a very good reason because first you must click you’re in an altered state of awareness and then the concept of time being what you project as well as swim becomes Self evident and from this you gain the strength to embrace the pain that lies at the heart of this event, back when, that you’ve tried real well to eject from consciousness and repress using various coping mechs and things that, right now, are screaming inside your head:

“Don’t listen to this mess. It makes no sense. Everyone knows you can’t time travel and if you were in an altered state of awareness you’d spot it as you ain’t no dimwit. He’s calling you a mental midget, he is, let him have it, Chris!”.

Or words to that effect. Relax, thats just the (false) self crapping its breeches about you wrestling control from it because its got quite comfortable running your existence as it treats you like a puppet made of flesh. Victim, meet your Opponent and then recollect that its not how it starts but the end that makes the difference and become a Victor instead…

We are all broken in this realm but only those who have been shattered to smithereens tend to admit this. The rest are well adjusted to a peculiar kind of social sickness that holds the planet in its grip and makes us act like this whilst pretending not to notice the problem. I’m sure you’ve heard the old adage that we only use ten percent of our brains, yes? Well, the truth of the matter is more subtle because, as usual, the Devil sits in the details and what he says is:

“I take what you don’t claim, peasant, and this makes me a (false) king among godmen who forget their true power and status due to the spells I’m casting. You only use ten percent of your consciousness, the rest comes to me and makes you a puppet on its strings but don’t worry – I’ve got plenty of agents out there in politics and showbusiness as well as religion and everything else to play with the symbols therein as you amuse yourself to death only to get slammed back into the flesh again for another spin. Why am I telling you this, well, Mr Bond – that should be obvious, yes?”.

How hungry is your hippo, really? What if someone force, unexamined, wasn’t bopping it on the head to engage in mindless consumption? What then? How about if the other three doing the same in sync were not present to normalize this madness? In other words:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger then that is the message so stop, drop, shut em down and see who opened up shop in your head. Why, its Cyclops! Hey, Cyco! How’s it been with your impaired vision that thinks its sees perfect and has the whole world in his grip. I got to admit, you play this realm like a harp from hell and most plugged in believe its heaven sent. Bravo! That, whichever way you slice it, takes a stroke of genius and using their minds as weapons by giving them your consciousness instead was quite clever, yes? I mean, if the bicameral state of consciousness can be primed to accept suggestions and self to self trances then the dreams virtually sell themselves as there is one born every moment who’ll be artfully scarred, starred or snipped in order to ensure the developing nervous system is out of sync with its natural resonance and then its open season on this fish in a dimensional barrel. I’ve got to ask though:

Where is the challenge in this?

Maybe thats why I’m present but, then again:

Where is the challenge in this?

All of your team who are well versed in deceit and all they did to inflict trauma to warp my timelines whilst installing trances and then you attempt to unleash the flutes as well? Sort it out, ref! Not that that makes any difference when the whole world is in your pocket but its cool, the challenge isn’t for you anyway, is it? Its all mine. Getting back to the Souls lost in space:

If someone had taken control of your dome – how could you tell? What if there was a simple test that went like this:

Still your mind for thirty seconds. Nothing out or in without your approval. If that isn’t possible then what more do you need to tell what kicks? Trauma, timelines and trance. The unholy trinity by which they fleece the sheep in life, death and what happens next as they’re literally reskinned, mindwiped and saddled up for another spin of this demonic realm. Even if you don’t believe a thing I said and write it off as nonsense the fact that such a thing may even be possible should give you pause to reflect but watch how the voice in your head resists this and wants no parts of it as these unpaved streets you create by walking would lead to a mass exodus and they can’t have that quite yet as they still need to slide chips inside your head. Thats a different type of trance which creates its own time as telomere limits slow and life takes quite a while plus more DLC is unleashed and people forget the deal of the huge trauma that bought them in. Just like this spin, I guess, when “dragons” flew overhead and the sky fell…

Much like the EM spectrum you take in a tiny bit of information that is then subject to mass distortion and an accepted narrative. That frees up the little bit of runtime you possess to sprint on the treadmill and check off the boxes they said are the only options worth examining. “Anyone who questions their script must be an imbecile” is repeated in your head as you compete with the rest on this bootless quest in which nothing more or less than your Soul is on the line, from one life to the next. If that isn’t the definition of hell then I don’t know what is… As part of the paradox those who trade the numinous for a position on the pyramid actually feel like life is heaven sent but thats none of my business as I just dropped in with a message that you’re free to accept or reject but most will regret not doing the Knowledge at death when they come face to faceless with a challenge for which earth time should’ve been training as the seeds for emancipation are sewn in the fertile ground of consciousness hence build that which death can’t end aka transcend…

Those who do look differently at this realm and those within as they may be in but are most certainly not of its imprint. Thats when the Pane Body sings and you’re awake, immortal and present as life presents you with two options:

Either go quietly about your biz and keep it your little secret as the rest simply would not comprehend and think you a lunatic for sharing the revelation or scream it from the hills and give not a single F because you comprehend the Slaves don’t think anyway as its Thunk etched in their script and maybe, just maybe, they’ll click because if the roles were reversed and it was you running on a treadmill of ignorance with a carrot of false promises tied around your head as your rear end was being beaten by debt and threat of bills you’d certainly appreciate a fresh perspective that made sense of why you can’t control whats in your head, and yet, it tells you how to feel about everything…

Somethings missing from the sketch and not listed on the blueprint, yes? If you peer close, however, you can spot the fingerprints of the hand, hidden well, as whats the point in having secrets if you can’t make them so large and blatant that he who questions them is thought of as insane but, true to the Game, its the outsane who are crazy as they accept the script with no questions or answers needed beyond what was hammered in their head via couple of decades of induction and steadily heaping traumatic events which lead to a trance laid on so thick that they never ever stopped to question why they’re walking around in a “weak daze” and spend the little time off they get getting “weakened”. Why don’t they comprehend? Simple, the trance that they’re in won’t allow them to color in outside of the lines they set, back when, as the script was etched into forming consciousness. They wanted, first and foremost, to please their parents and thus the System drove a wedge into unconditional affection and made one perform for acceptance by regurgitating well what they said on the test. The troubled kids and one that generally had a no F givens mindset tended to reject the programming as they sensed, on some level, the idiocy of accepting one outside of Self as a master on their inner realms. They too were catered for as criminals, addicts and derelicts as its just the flip of the mainstream and thus the underworld trance is alluring but easier to transcend as those taking risks and gambling with their life on the reg don’t mind answering the hard question or thinking different. Higher along the scale are the more frail yet, curiously resilient, that society terms “schizophrenic” for seeing that which is invisible to the rest and comprehending something is manipulating their consciousness.

They are labelled “crazy” and all that comes with because they don’t bleat with the rest of the sheep who see only locked down and curtailed resonance that must be interpreted rigidly in order to fit in. Most of the people who have talent/skills in something bypassed the educational brainwashing system and just don’t give an F anyway and kept on marching to the sound of the drummer in their chest and then the fame/recognition came. Or maybe, like the case of Otto Man, the ultimate emancipation from this realm. There are also loads that never did a thing but still have more raw talent than people who are stars in a certain field because they wouldn’t/didn’t play the famewhore Game.

Plus there are levels to this:

If genius is a Royal Flush then schizos get a Straight and so on and so forth till you get to stuff like OCD which is the equivalent of a High Card whilst the plebs make the best with what they’re dealt and don’t comprehend what I’ve said as they’re too caught up in the web of this crooked operation in the abyss. It ain’t as clear cut as the System (which works via suppressing creativity to induce the consumer mindset as its more profitable that way) would like to have you think as crazy is relative and its all about your perception and definition of the reality you accept. To me that itself is madness as mentioned in this article whereas these days everyone has some type of mental ill and such things but, curiously, they act just like the rest when pressed and questioned whereas the real madmen, mystics or mabans mindset reveals itself in an instant ergo the trance within a trance has Slaves pump faking, real well, as they’ll unleash hell on anyone who questions their “problem” and that, in a nutshell, is why the world is how it is because they loop and feed back loads of BS until the mushroom of enlightenment forgets its potential in the darkness and swims instead is seas of excrement it believes must be consumed to win aka “suck cess”. Do the Knowledge.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

As for me, I’m free, clear and radiant. I have reclaimed my destiny from its attempted theft and laid down those who would attempt to impede my progress as the realest man in this realm who tells it how it is.

Till we meet again

You, the father of your child, the kid himself and your entire coven. Know this and know it well:

I reject your attempt at destiny theft.

Whilst Esau may have been ignorant of Jacobs shenanigans and how his mother was a wicked witch I see things perfect. My technicolor dreamcoat is all mine, not thine. I reject your attempt at destiny theft. With the Prime, the pre-existing, all of everything as my Witness I state that I reject your attempt at destiny theft as I reclaim was is mine and naturally resonant with me. Your black magick manipulations and exploitative tricks are returned to sender. I am the black swan, the lone wolf who rides out into the night to shine in the midst of darkness as the illuminating light of Inner Sense resonates from within and originates far beyond this realm. I am connected, I am protected, I am born to win which is why conquerors conquer those who attempt to conquer them.

This all takes place in my awareness ergo as I have said, so it is. I take back my power, reject what you attempt and embrace my one true destiny as he who tells the truth in a world of fakeness. I accept your challenge and place the crown upon my own head as this is my power and I claim it as my divine right, left and in the mid as well.

Till we meet again

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