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

Fear = Fantasy Expressed as Reality

Many times you’ve heard me mention that you cannot be the voice in your head when you’re actually that which listens. A subtle but crucial distinction that can make all the difference in the life you live. Today we shall be delving into the Opponents bag of tricks in how he achieves this mental flip. Chief among them is fear, or as I prefer to define it:

Fantasy Expressed As Reality.

The natural lifespan of an emotion is ninety seconds. Everything in this realm operates under the principle of Generation, Operation and Dissolution (see if you can spot the acronym many worship without comprehension) and you can apply this to all aspects as its a universal constant. That is worth familiarizing your Self with first before we progress as only when you click the inviolable nature of this rule do you get to spot the trick in which you first feel something within that is pure energetic presence and, to this, the voice in your head offers an interpretation. If, having not done the Knowledge, you don’t realize you can reject then you’ll run around and extend this suggestion into a potential life sentence instead of letting it vanish like a tear in the rain. Just imagine how hard it would be to distinguish this, once in the mix and realize the need for becoming Centered in Self as then you can start to differentiate, real quick, what is Prime and what isn’t. Note, I’m not saying that all of these yaps are bad. Granted the majority are predictable and thus repetitious as well but, every now and then, you may get an amusing thing spoken by that voice in your head. Better still the comparison of intuition in which a whole concept, fully formed and fleshed, plonks into your awareness with no seeming warning or anything else and must be nurtured and captured otherwise it will vanish like a dream as you raise from bed. Side note, the reason why this happens is due to something we can call “etheric strings” as they sell the metaphysic image well. Sleep, by its very nature, is an immobilization of the flesh whilst your awareness visits other realms. Try and picture that as a relationship in which you both blast off and return to where you rest after your fantastic trip in higher dimensional percepts.

If you wish to increase your recall of details and such things as well as draw conscious links by bringing another state of awareness onto your nocturnal visions then start training your Self to remain really, really still upon rising. That way the etheric strings remain resonant and one can do some pretty amazing things in this state that I’ll let you discover as you trace the finer points of the Game as you expand your consciousness. Getting back to the thread:

Fear = Fantasy Expressed As Reality.

Much like in a dream that can make you feel like you need to scream, yell and run there is, in the end, just you and your awareness. Actually, that isn’t entirely accurate but lets keep it simple before we up the resolution. This is, in the end, an internal process and thus it can be observed and mastered much like you did for walking, talking and not urinating on yourself. Amazing, isn’t it, how that is pretty much as far as Self awareness extends to modern man when it comes to standard training. Speaks volumes, yes? There are adepts – yogis, monks and talented regular people – who can do some pretty amazing things like shifting their body temps, over riding pain signals and doing all kinds of things with their consciousness that most would never expect nor suspect as possible. Thats why I’ve said, time and again, that life on the stage of the Game is akin to being given a manual transmission that auto shifts into one but requires you to stretch a leg and learn how to use the clutch and the rest to unleash your true potent. Once upon a when, in a state of inwardly directed focus, I bought my mind down to the level of my nervous system and that was an interesting perception as I comprehended, real quick, what is the matter with spirit as well as this ugly static I’d latter comprehend was the noiZ and this gave birth to the golden circle concept as well as the red and blue shift as the present is where the magic happens but, sadly, most dare not unwrap the gift as its wrapped in papers colored with fear and dread.

What better way of keeping a people weak, docile and scared but, ultimately, complicit in their own suppression so if a higher force were to visit they may think their learned helplessness a bit stupid but, hey, who knows – it may be their fetish and thus the building gets a tick as all is present and correct because so many accept the script and none are truly complain about the true cause of the problem:

Their ignorance of the whims of the predator of consciousness that pretends to be them. Its a wheeze, ain’t it? A loophole, par excellence which is exploited without end as there is not only one born every minute but 8 billion living hostages as well for him to amuse himself by playing little mind Games with their heads in which he pretends to be everyone but is scared to death of them comprehending the trick as that would be curtains for him as the plus sized model with elevated cholesterol levels doth warble her way onto the forefront of a narrative selling machine that says:

“This is the way to be”.

In many ways the world he’s built is a reflection of him hence why its totally unnatural, quite addictive and never fully delivers what it says on the tin as the aim is to ensure ones thirst remains unquenched as they live, die, repeat again and again and again. Sometimes, however, someone clicks the trick and thats when his Agents are dispatched to remove his piece from the board, quick. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered who keeps sending prophets and why? Better yet why is there a homonym which pimps the same vibration for dividends as well? Its so Devilish, friends…

So, you start developing that space by comprehending there are energetics that communicate in waves from beneath your neck (aka subconscious) that are always grounded in the present moment but the kicker is the past is always present and future dreads trigger old events as the old Rolodex doth spin and these ejaculations of information are captured in the condom of egoic opinion that renders them as mind chatter instead. If you slipped off the rubber of the (false) self and gained directed perception then true healing would begin as you’d delve into the world of Pixems, as I’ve termed them, which are little bundles of intense energetics that hold old imprints together to generate automated behavior Patterns when the same thing attempting to scream for your attention is intercepted, yet again, as you develop coping mechs to keep the signal dim. After a while, usually mid life, many face a crisis but because the world is so stressed these days due to the inherited ignorance and the fact the wounded womb hurts what it attempts to nourish we see people checking out early instead as they pile on the drugs, sex and pills. For your Opponent, this is perfect because the state precludes the realization that Fantasy Expressed As Reality is controlling everything.

Basically, to a man, everyone dwells in a state of hypnosis that is prompted by the voice in your head using the above method. You can snap out of this, real quick, by reality testing. Grab a pad, push the pen, ask the child within when else you felt like this and create your own narrative or look around and list six things that exist in the present moment to tell your CNS you are live and direct, here and now so it stops pumping those suppressed currents of energetics. Better yet, start drawing, dancing, yelling, standing very, very still, bouncing and a million other things that usually involve that intersection of the Venn diagram where your higher consciousness rests (aka your chest) by doing something outside the reg. Once you start breaking the trance the grip of this predator doth relent and one generates a new freedom to perceive the Psylense that rests between the thoughts and such things which, when resonant, opens the door to higher realms and creates many interesting things to ponder and Witness. Oh yes, by the way that word I just capitalized is key to all of this so lets speak on it a bit even though it probably needs its own article:

The Witness is who you are, in and beyond the flesh. Its remains constant from one life to the next, awake in the street or asleep in bed. Its what makes visions possible and it is that which listens. It has no name, no family, no SSN or such things. Its greatest accomplishment is that it renders this entire dimension as manifest by allowing it to dance within its presence and it has no beginning nor end as its an aspect of the all of everything that has many names and religions that sell tickets to meet when dead when, in reality, you are it. This, as you may have guessed, isn’t a popular topic for those who believe their programming but if I were told such a crazy thing and was offered steps I’d put them to the test just to see what happened. Will you take up the challenge? Once it clicks you’re not the flesh nor thoughts in your head or the rest then the illusion of “being human” starts failing, real quick. Many cannot take this as they are so invested in their concepts but there are a few of us, 8% to be specific, who have been actively chasing this for many incarnations as we’re getting bored of wearing flesh and seek new challenges. Well, here it is. Sorting the real from the unreal or Inner Sense from what would Adulterate it. A word on this concept:

This is key to life on this stage. You can think of it like a callous that covers your entire skin like an exoskeleton. Once you were born, feeling and present, it was intense and pleasant. Then something happened, usually involving two words and your parents, that caused this shell to form. After that, each step dims and you become more and more invested in the narrative that presents because there was no voice in your head before this kicked. Fun fact, this is actually a symptom of modern living as ancient cultures had no such thing dictating how to live but even this is a fascinating topic as I’ve traced ebbs and flows of expansion and contraction through the historical record via trends that hint at the cyclical nature of this which brings us to the programming language of this realm. Like I said, there is so much to Witness once you transcend the tricks of that voice in your head….

So, you start comprehending that this realm is akin to constantly going to bed and dreaming the same thing which continues where you left, like a force fed Netflix binge with the remote hidden. The next step is the realization that you’re actually projecting all of this and have never, ever interacted with anyone as they stand but only how you rep their energetics which is why ten people can meet one guy and hold vastly differing opinions and why your best friend can be someone elses most hated for doing exactly the same things you find so resonant. This, again, is a vast topic but I encourage you to push the pen and note down the traits of who you keep close and reasons for doing this as it can tell you plenty about your Self as that is what projects and is then assimilated as interaction. Quite literally, figments of your imagination.

This is why people detest change and will fight, hard, to bring you back to what they expect as you are, indirectly, shattering their illusions because they want lives that are staid and predictable even if they’re bored to death and waiting for someone, anyone to change things. “Not you though. You need to stay like this for my comfort. Don’t be selfish. Think of someone else for a change. Like me!” they yell, in ways quite quiet, under their breath that motivate their actions and statements. Like I said, its all super revealing once you gain a bit of gnosis as its Self evident the world is quite broken and then one cannot help but question the whims of the architect, the deeper meaning and symbols as one is sent off on a quest that constantly ups their res as they gain more and more gnosis that eradicates the ignorance which held them in its grip. Wild how it all started by comprehending that I cannot be the voice in my head if I’m that which listens. Stranger still is when I mentioned this, on the playground, others thought it strange. Out of ten school friends less than one listened and said “Yeah, I get it because I distinctly remember there was a time when there was no speaking, just pure feeling. What do you think it means?“. I told him I didn’t know but would keep pondering. Its been a while and these are the roses that poked out of the concrete the System tried to pour in my head to cover the natural Eden within. Read my free eBook, by the way, as it links in with this topic and will provide a further insight into what is actually happening in this realm and your flesh at the moment.

Fear = Fantasy Expressed As Reality.

When you feel its old tricks kicking in take a moment, sit, look at a dot on the wall and imagine this is your tunnel thats selling reality as it stands. Note the contraction in your chest, maybe your eyes are tense or your head is jutting ahead. Don’t try and change anything, this is where the puppet master of the (false) self has his hooks in and once you comprehend the trick your energetics will start regulating as you begin Centering in Self. There are others methods and things I could sprinkle at this bit but we’re nearly two and half thousand words in and I prefer you discover by imperiment rather than me laying a trail for your findings as, this way, you may roll up on something that I completely missed that changes everything as our inner realms are intensely different – as those who step on the Path of Power attest – and that is what keeps life interesting as you’re constantly discovering new things, venting old bits you repressed, reappraising opinions, changing your perspective and freely questioning why the world is how it is until, suddenly, it feels like being a child again as everything is so rich and intense. Plus your imagination is freewheeling, you’re also super creative, quick to chase a challenge and become generally fearless as you’ve shook the (false) self and its programmed responses out of your head and thus see life with a fresh lens that feels familiar in its newness as you turn to someone else, still plugged in, and tell them:

“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.

This is why I’ve said, time and again, that the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. Once you comprehend this you can turn the tables and flip the script because all of this, everywhen, exists within your awareness. That is how powerful your imagination is and why, in ignorance, it can be used to forge a reality that doesn’t exist beyond the strength you give it:

There is an exceedingly simple way of proving this as well. Think back to this time last year and note the three top problems you felt then. Notice how, in retrospect, they seem like a storm in a teacup type situation and how your stressing really had no effect on the situation as it became what it is, with or without your interference. The Warrior (being impeccable) stays Centered in Self and thus sees through the illusion when it presents because these type of tricks are all based on red or blue shifts aka fearing what once was or may happen yet. Can you see how this is a most devious form of reality creation and one of the chief tools of your Opponent which is why I’ve said that watching the news is bad for your health?

There are a great many things of which a wise man may choose to be ignorant because what the masses expect doth manifest in this realm which is why only a handful of peeps own everything that beams messages to your consciousness and why you must bend the knee and pledge to join in the deception as they just can’t have a maverick letting rip and telling it how it is.

And yet, I do. Why? Because I choose to. Comprehend, my friend, what we are up against is beyond your wildest imaginings and your true strength is so well hid under layers upon layers of conditioning – from one life to the next, no less – that it may seem ridiculous to hear someone spit you’re actually a god, amnesiac, but that is exactly how it is. To me, on my quest, the rest is but a mere distraction and if I chose to play this Game with the odds stacked against then that can only attest to my strength and confidence as well my overall intent which hasn’t changed since I stepped in ergo I put one foot in front of the next and create the Path thats made by walking as I align my Self with the true source, the Prime, the all of everything who has no names or holy texts for it speaks in Psylense to those with the ears of Inner Sense. All is within you, the outer merely reflects. Do the Knowledge, every opportunity you get and reality test what I said as you double check in what you invest and the dividends it begets…

Don’t face your fears, chase them. Reclaim the voltage therein and then, one day, you too may attest to being the luckiest man in this realm as you dwell in a state beyond good and evil for which I can only thank my Opponent and his various Agents for they certainly made me smarter via the use of theatrical deception and all kinds of tricks hence why I can kick these lyrics to those capable of hearing what I said and then applying it.

Till we meet again

Are You Trapped in a Life That Sucks?

I said before that not many addicts think they’ll become junkies the first time they chase a fix and, in many respects, a lot of the world is just like this. The difference is the opiate of the masses is their habituated way of Thunking. Lets sketch some details for those unfamiliar with the concept:

Thunking is, as the name suggests, pre-made chunks of thought that our brain rearranges. As a result the outcomes are usually predictable plus nothing shifts no matter how much you rack your brain for answers. Know why? Because you’re wrestling with effects and mistaking them for causes. This is such a common problem that, once it clicks, you can’t help but wonder how you could’ve missed it. But thats the nature of mental blindspots because the brain fills in what it expects and once you catch this trick in effect you’ll click why I’ve said you’ve got to be prepared to lose your mind in order to come to your senses as your greatest strength is currently buried in a thick layer of ignorance and its been wrapped in garish dressing paper that is flashed with images you dread, things you stress and truths you would rather not acknowledge. Can we take a moment of time to appreciate our Opponent? He chose his hiding place very well and I, personally, two stepped along the path to Hell and back in order to come to this conclusion. Your mileage could and should vary because I can’t be sure what was etched in your chest is the same as I imperienced hence why I encourage you to reality test not just this but all I’ve said because then we may, as a collective, just come up with something that allows Souls to flourish wen they step into this realm instead of being trained to “Sit still, look ahead” and be placed on the fast track to Adulteration like the rest…

Now, back on topic, imagine if you could convince a whole load of main characters they were background playas instead. That would generate an immense interest in fairytales, TV scripts and an unhealthy fixation with celebs (who actually live in gilded cages as the behest of the pimps that profit from their tricks). The latter point is very important because it highlights a great aspect of the Dual Reality Principle I previously mentioned as they have convinced you that a human elevated by camera tricks, for an instant, sparkles like that which is in the sky and your ancestors watched for messages… Consider that a “Star” is actually “Rats” when flipped and this Principle will become Self evident just like Tell Lie Vision does just what it says on the tin. There is no coincidence for a Warrior as we Go In, See Dense instead hence its all about upping your resolution as the current version of you is, I’m willing to bet, closer in alignment to your wackest life than fully actualized potential. Isn’t that amazing though? The very fact that if I ask you that question you Know, automatically, where you rest on the scale and this tips into the “If you perceive you can be” as well as its opposite of “You aren’t what you can see”. Like I said, there is depth and simplicity to the Game that, for most Souls, is totally alien and that is purely due to the faulty OS in their heads that was programmed via an intent from beyond this realm for its own backhanding deals. Wheels within wheels, dig?

Look at a child. They step in filled to the brim with an undefinable something that shines bright like a diamond and thus the presence of a little one can fill an entire home with such abundant vibrations that it would take a hundred of the Adulterated to muster up a very poor equivalent. Isn’t that telling? Worse still is the fact that almost everyone sees this but so few comprehend and ask the bigger question:

“What happened?”.

That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question and a perfect example of faulty programming that is designed to miss the obvious and focus, instead, on pointless things. Imagine, for a moment, you came here to do something great, something unique, something dramatic and then, a few decades in, you have bills, a mortgage, some stress, raising kids, in a married that is sort of working. The past hopes and wish are either written of as fanciful things or, more common, as a fairytale you’ll never invest as you keep putting off putting the work in as you steadily amuse your (false) self to death wishing your life was something else other than a huge load of coping mechs and ignorance. Now, granted, to actually think at this depth is beyond the retinue of most plugged in and its this realization that is suppressed by the epidemic of depression as it becomes an all hands on deck situation to prevent this truth blooming, like a lotus, in the filth ridden seas of consciousness that pass for awareness in the heads of the Adulterated. A lot of rich and seemingly successful people are caught up in the mix as well as countless who get close to what they chased and find nothing ever changes as they’d pin their hopes on the tale a donkey headed god spun in their head in order to make a horses ass out of them. Man truly is on the lowest rung of the animal kingdom but his ignorance and (false) self deception allows him to pretend he sits at the apex and thus misses the beast that is truly feasting on him. What? You thought it was something palpable behind this drain on the glow of children? Of course it isn’t. We wrestle not with flesh and blood, recollect? Does what it says on the tin and whats so pernicious about this is you can’t say they didn’t warn you when stepping in as such is the nature of tacit agreement and these are akin to the terms and conditions a company used, back when, to steal the Souls of their users. Food for thought, yet?

So, people are born one way but become something else. Like a reverse Princess and Pea effect. Now their best is buried under layers and layers of the (false) self as they rest, perched atop, this immense mess that keeps them locked in their zone of discomfort. Its really sad how people are most familiar with what they detest and yet will cling to it. This is because an underlying principle of the human imperience is that its drawn toward pleasure and away from pain which is a rule your Opponent knows well and delights in using along with more tricks than a clowns pocket. Or is that a DMT machine elf? Did you know the Trickster was one of the first “gods” in this realm? Do the Knowledge on this alone and so much starts to make sense as it truly is a Game for them much like we may play GTA or such things and ascribe zero internal world or feelings to the pixelated equivalent that is moved using spooky action from a distance for our own entertainment.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

So, in a world filled with people who are (but won’t admit) really quite miserable and mostly unaccepting of Self we have a man who steps in selling images and illusions. This is an old pimps trick. Read the words of Iceberg about mileage on a hoe or listen to this clip for a hint as its the capitalists manifesto, par excellence, which does the same for billions as they are trained to accept the outer realm as both cause and effect whilst never, ever looking within. Also, if you’re in the mood for an education on another facet of this trick click this and look into the Blue Eyes, Brown Eyes experiment as it shows how quick one can sew seeds of division that have real world effects that are most palpable.

The first trick to creating a life worth living is admitting that none of what you’ve done up until this moment has shifted the Reality Tunnel you detest. The second part is being honest and this leads one to Knowing the Ledge as its akin to finally comprehending you can’t be the voice in your head when you’re actually that which listens. Like, duh!, how obvious can you get? And yet, billions served daily as they believe they are it and dance on its whims like good little flesh puppets. That, my friend, is your Opponent. A simple Ctrl C, Ctrl V of a mindset that came from beyond this realm and projects its fear, envy and dread along with a sense of limit inside your head using a tone that is familiar and unquestioned to command the small, yet powerful, part of you does what it says, without question. Suddenly the reason why I called school a camp for concentration makes much sense except the cost of this isn’t hollow as you are living testament. As are your kids, if they’re currently going through this, as you’ll watch their glows dim as the seeds of Adulteration are sprinkled in their fertile imagination that will soon be placed off limits and never seen again as they’ll choose to invest their interest in money that isn’t worth a thing as the solution to their problems when, in reality, it hints at the true problem as divide and conquer is the way of the script as there is always a buck to be had saying “We’re correct. They’re wrong hence infidels and the true cause of our problems. Kill em!”.

Look around, tell me I’m wrong then take a guess that if you had ten dyed in the wool adherents sitting next how many would think it blasphemous and something quite against what their Prophet said? Over nine, easily, I’d guess. If you break it down around 8 would be varying degrees of miffed or a bit interested but dare not go against the script that bring a sense of familiar comfort. One would know the deal because he’s glimpsed behind the curtain in exchange for his Soul that became forfeit and thus he’d loudly quote chapter and verse before arming the rest with a yell:

“Off with his head!” as the rest tock, tick, in ways predictable as they step into sync with the loudest intent which leads us straight back to the camp of concentration. Less than one, which by logic may be you if you’re still reading, would be capable of awakening the Warrior within and catch what I’m throwing at your chest as they’d click that if it worked as intended the world wouldn’t be a mess of blood and conflict or maybe, just maybe, this is exactly what was planned, back when, as the seeds of faith were planted in the heads of those who’ll never, ever study their “enemies” text and play spot the difference in whats said as well as drawing what is common. But, thats a bit spiritual. To become more mundane you can consider the context of a man that was clinically depressed on the verge of becoming rich and how that meant not a thing when backpacking the South American trail was what was etched in his veins as his true calling, back when, as he always fancied being a real life Indiana Jones, adventuring. Another hint about the reeleyez tricks that are pulled in the name of entertainment for those who note that class is always, always in session.

First of all, are you coherent? Don’t ask me what this means. Free wheel. Intuit. Act like a man with a hammer and nail every aspect of the life you live from relationships to works scripts and anything else you can imagine. Do they feel coherent? Are the various pieces aligned in a way that makes sense? In some places do you always seem to end up with the short end of the stick? What about Patterns that keep repeating with different playas in the mix that leave you holding a bag, identical? What if that was the hint to do something different? I’ll share a tale, one day, about a skinny white mechanic that liked his women blonde and big. It always ended in tears until he saw what truly kicked. Next time we met he’d went from struggling for a fat sack to puff and chill because his woman was doing his head in to a slim brunette and Lexus along with a huge grin that said:

“I am free from a life that sucks. The hardest part was spotting it and then doing something else“.

That is how powerful our programming is so, unlike him, don’t wait until your own personal ground zero kicks in because its this point he’d usually go on a binge before doing it all again. Instead he chose to the Do the Knowledge and tally up the points of resonance, talk to the child within and get a clearer message and then act upon it. Do something unfamiliar, often the opposite of what you’d pick in your habitual conditioning. Even better if it causes discomfort or dread as that is simply a street sign on the way to Inner Sense. Truly, all you seek is within. You have, in effect, been divorced from your true Self and engaged to an addict that manifests as that voice in your head that demands payment in fragments of your Soul that it happily accepts in exchange for stress and endless manipulation of your consciousness. When there are none left – usually by around age twenty six – then life becomes a predictable retread as Thunk is in full effect and a great way of shaving some points from the processing of the simulation which uses your awareness to power an engine for other things way beyond the comprehension of one plugged in. More to heaven and earth than dreamt of your Reality Tunnel, my friend… Who gave you the shovel and told you to dig? Who etched the blueprint you’ve traced from one generation to the next? Were any of them truly content or happy with the life they’d get. Dare ye break the chains as one of the 8% that are Warriors in this realm and know, fine well, something is seriously wrong with this sketch of near total suppression of the divine element in man that causes the type of incoherence that the Tsunami exhibited as many people were happily frolicking in the sea when the rest of the animal species had hearted for the hills as they felt what was coming and did what was best.

Thats all you have to gain in the end so if rich or fearless was an option which one would you pick? Make your decision before clicking that link and see if it sticks after you’ve digested its wavelength then put it into practice by shifting the variables you can influence as that often shows how the alleged mountains were actually molehills with camera tricks in a feature presentation written, directed and staring your (false) self. Dicelife is another great variable to throw in the mix as is bouncing up and down for an extended period to shake out habitual tensions then standing very, very still and just listening.

The Psylense. Can you hear it?

Till we meet again

Response Ability is Free Will

Let me clear something up for you, real quick:

If you were sitting in a rollercoaster that went that way and this would you, under any auspice, think you had any free will?

No? It seems quite stupid, doesn’t it? After all, the track is set, the carriage in motion and you’re strapped in. The best you could say is you can choose to yell and scream as your arms float overhead or sit there, stoic, if you wish. Aside from that you’re along for the ride. Well, my friend, this level of the Game is like this. Meaning you have no free will.

I can actually prove this to you in a way that is simple as it is effective. What is the basis for free will? Is it external or internal? Most would attest that its their choices, their decisions and mindset that are decisive ergo its whats inside their head that motivates them do it, yes? Cool. I agree with you. You know you own something when you can decide what to do with it, correct? For example, if you had a candy bar you could pick it up and put it in the fridge for later consumption or you could throw it in the bin or hand it to a runaway or whatever you wish. The basic point is:

What is yours is under your control to do with as you wish and, on the flip, what isn’t, isn’t.

Say if you didn’t own a candy bar and went into the store to shoplift that could cause all types of problems if the owner feels like pressing charges as that was his stock, his choice to sell and you attempted theft of his possession. With me so far?

From within your head you decide whether or not you wish to eat, beat, steal or kill and from this you deduce you have free will but lets reverse engineer a bit instead. Externally I said you can pick and place where you wish what you own or possess. Lets try the same within and reality test because if it truly is your mind then you should be able to direct what you think, at a whim, and even stop the traffic of thoughts if you wish as well turning the volume down on the chatter and enjoying pure silence.

Aha!

Welcome to the rollercoaster! The average reader will have clicked they actually do not have any choice in this as they are little more than a living hostage of the madman inside their head that sounds just like them and, once upon a when, started chattering and hasn’t stopped since. He will tell you this is a lie, you’re in control, you do as you wish and how the concept of candybars on rollercoasters is as much garbage as frogs in the kitchen and this is stupid so why don’t we do something else, this instant. Those capable of awakening the Warrior within will get that response ability is free will in the sense that free won’t is more accurate as the rollercoaster can list as it pitches a curveball in your direction and you can be all in with the script or just look at it without investing an ounce of awareness. Ancient texts said such a thing and the metaphor they used was of two birds in the same tree. One eats the sweet and bitter fruits of life and the other looks on, dispassionately.

This is the Self you frequently hear me mention and why Knowledge of it is essential if liberation is your mission. Heck, even that is irrelevant because if you just want happiness, radiant health and the feeling of abundance then its worth gaining the alignment of being Centered in Self so you have another option. The alternative is being swept, that way and this, by the voice in your head and the rollercoaster of this realm that you ride by wearing flesh.

First and foremost, you are not the voice in your head but that which listens. Second, if you can move your awareness from your head to your chest you’ll find the chatter starts to dim. A great way of trying this is to sit on the edge of a chair so your spine is erect and then bow your head and imagine your mind melts into your neck and then commences to drip to the cavity of resonance. At first this may seem a bit odd, even fanciful, but stick at it and it clicks because what comes next is ineffable and thus must be felt for Self. After a while you get familiar with the imperience and can start to shift at will. Another neat trick I used to use, back when was imagining the version of my in my left brain steps and changes with the one right sided. Try it next time you’re puzzled or “In two minds” as it can free a lot of binds as these two are usually segregated hence the whole “Jesus crucified on a hill” thing which encodes the same information. Once you Know, for sure, that you can move your Witness where you wish then it becomes really, really interesting as the next steps to experiment will prove the world exists inside your head but your awareness is not generated by the flesh. Those are deeper topics, for now give the above a spin and see what kicks.

You’ve often heard me mention that English is Devilish and that it is because its a backwards, upside down fragment of a language designed to confuse the mind programmed in it as its full of bugs, intended, and glitches to be exploited. All in all, its a faulty OS that was created for hacking human consciousness and creates the psychological equivalent of dumb terminals when compared to, say, Sanskrit which has a far greater resolution that belies the thought of the times and designs of minds that were coded therein. Its like I said about the phone wars and how every kid that steps in is a potential golden age incarnate until we bludgeon how to Thunk into their heads whilst disconnecting them from their chest. Its quite mad, bad and thoroughly wicked but that is the immense social sickness to which most are well adjusted…

React and create was what inspired that rant as you’ll note they’re both anagrams which hint its not the components but the arrangement and intent that changes everything. Response ability is free will because if you look back at the times you flew off the handle you’ll find a stimulus response type of situation which hints at conditioning and the waves of regret that issue next when you do what the voice in your head says when it yells:

“I’m not listening to this. Let em have it, Chris!”.

And you do exactly as intended. After you’ve came face to faceless with this camera trick you’ll laugh at the concept of free will and the most ironic thing is that is when you start developing it as its like a muscle you flex which allows you to move your resonance and direct your intent. This is akin to taking the candy bar you placed in the fridge, reading the ingredients and decide to make one fresh from the bounty you have waiting in the kitchen. Many live and die without becoming chefs of consciousness as they are content instead to consume the dregs served up to them via the tones in their head they Thunk are them. Tell me that isn’t the slickest form of pimping you can imagine and then take a glimpse at the world of mind control parasites in this realm and how they’ll take over the thoughts, deeds and actions of an organism in a way that suits them but isn’t in the best interest of what, in effect, is now a vehicle for a process that uses their faculties for its own ends.

Say, if we are – each and everyone – a fractal fragment of the divine, Prime, pre-existing one made flesh then you could call this force the Devil, could you not? Say Hi to the bad guy! Hey, he looks just like you! Who knew?

Once you Know the Ledge a few things tend to shift. You realize the nature of the cheap trick of the pimps that run is this realm and you roll out a golf clap as its so devious its genius as you can only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent and thus they hid one in your head and made you Thunk you’re them! Next you realize that feelings of safety, comfort and happiness only come from within so the psychosocial treadmill with its programs that say:

“Get rich, be slim, have attractive friends to sex at whim whilst dripping in designer threads with a load of strangers on the web coveting how you live and that means you win. Do all of this and life will be perfect, promise!”.

Except that a fib because this (false) self is of the devil and the truth is not within him as he is a liar, off rip, as he deals in deception as do his agents. That doesn’t mean you detest, after all, this entire Game plays out inside your awareness and thus there is only ever one mind present in this realm and we are all figments of each others imaginations. Sprinkle on top of this the fact that you’ve never touched a thing or truly seen an “out there” and it becomes mind bending as one comprehends how much effort actually went in to this false reality creation of which you are either just visiting or a living hostage promised nothing more or less than another spin till you get what truly kicks and take your awareness home and jet at the end of your trip.

Response ability is free will. Dicelife is a great way to develop this skill because one of my faves was to live “What would Jesus do?” for a twenty four hour period. The point was to be subtle, not break out the robes and sandals as I spoke in parables as a mimic. This bought my standard modes of operation into stark relief as you’d feel a familiar Pattern swell within that wants to react with X, Y and Z but your temporary lens creates an adjustment that brings A, B and C to the surface. After a while you begin to live your lyrics, no dice needed, as you develop internal freedom and it becomes even more evident that the word Slave describes best 81% of the population who Know not the Ledge and, worse still, would run screaming from the invitation as they’re so enamored with the imitation of free will in their lives on a string as flesh puppets, par excellence.

It really is a strange, strange Game on this stage. You really have to hand it to the Slave/Masters as they created an attraction in the abyss that sells a dish which those who eat, regret, and those who don’t do as well. The old Catch Twenty Two, strikes again! Double bind in full effect aka the tele/microscope mentioned, elsewhen. Stripping this down to a position of balance by being Centered in Self generates an Eleven:Eleven which allows further options aka response ability.

Till we meet again