Truth, in this realm, is one of those things often mentioned but rarely met. People are too busy with lives as unexamined as they are inauthentic to ever stop and recollect but you, my friend, are different. Welcome to how to keep it real. A simple lesson with earthshaking effects. All it takes is a pad and pen, a few moments of quiet reflection and then let rip:
Write down how you truly feel about you. From end to end, the first thing that pops into your head as well as what you have to dig into your chest to admit. Leave no stone unturned, there is no judgement here on the quest for Self realization but one must see the lay of the land as it is before planning an ascent. I mean, if your take off was from a sandy beach compared to concrete there would be effects, yes? Same thing with your internal realm. As you are doing those I’d like you to note any resistance or physical sensations, preferably using another ink. You should be, by now, familiar with the child within and thus feel free to engage them in the narrative as well as various bits and pieces from your imagination in case you draw a blank when it comes to most peoples favorite topic.
You can pretend you are sitting there, with pad and pen, then the eighteen year old version of you walks in and says what they said about the current person. Then note down your reactions to this along with other observations as this technique is very powerful as is the empty chair method mentioned in another article. After you have plumbed your depths or are surprised by what reflects back in ink then move onto another topic:
Your home, your situation, your finances, family, friends, work and the rest. How do you truly feel about the people around you? If you have children note your honest observations about their development in comparison to your expectations and then use this to loop back onto your own relationship with your parents, back when, as well as in the present moment. Add into this your concepts of the divine, religion and such things. Basically we are going all out in rendering your internal OS in ink and thus we can critically examine a lot of things that, for most, have remained unchecked since they day they were first penned.
I know, it can seem scary. For some its quite painful to reexamine old things hence why I asked you to note the sudden appearance of psychosomatic ills each time you sit down to push the pen or the nature of the distractions your mind starts dangling. Anything but undoing the threads it uses to suspend you as a meat puppet as that move toward liberation is a threat to its dominance and thus its not you that sweats but the (false) self at the helm that pretends in absence of pure Inner Sense. A tip I will give is to be impersonal, almost like you are looking at someone else or from a third person perspective so you state the name of the character in question much like the distance that comes when one realizes they’re dreaming or being asked to imagine they are something far greater, more powerful and subtle that is actually caught up in the illusion of “being human”.
Scale your emotions on a one to ten as side notes for certain observations, provide details as well as family resonance and where certain behaviors and attitudes were generated along with how they affect the present moment. Note what causes you to fly off the handle and where you attempt over compensation. Really get down to the bits that are uncomfortable, the hidden regrets, things you miss and wish you’d done different. Also, on the flip, note those you aced, the moments that make you grin and examine the reason. For example:
A woman when tasked with this challenge came back with a wall of text but most of it referred to someone else. Either what she did for her parents, in detail, or her kids accomplishments but very little about her Self. As I rejected her deposit and told her to take it back to the table and sketch another narrative a different pic presented as she was a raging narcissist and thus there was very little within for her life was all about the image she sends. Whats amazing is that was the first time she’d ever realized what it was she was doing as, up until then, she’d lived on autopilot and it was all without thinking. Not saying she had a major epiphany, changed her ways or such things because that did not happen. Instead she shrugged her shoulders and said:
“That is who I am and I quite like it. The end” and went back doing what she did best which was image building. Another dude was quite religious and was literally beside himself when he finally admitted his faith was built on layers of dread and all his prayer was an attempt to ensure he avoids Hell due to what was drummed into him and thus he wasn’t pious for a good reason but due to (false) self interest that was based on flawed concepts he’d inherited from his parents about the divine and salvation hence Know thy Self was an immense step for him as his life long high blood pressure started diving when he was no longer under such immense stress.
Such are the benefits of keeping it real in the killing fields because the Game takes no prisoners but has 8 billion living hostages that dwell in a state of ignorance about their true power and strength. This authenticity inventory can be quite revealing but I urge you to keep it to your Self and not make it an open topic just yet because the further one does progress and up their resolution the more we tend to uncover things that may make one uncomfortable and they need to be digested in private and processed – especially if they came up from the hand that was left behind in the past and the child within shares something of which you were ignorant but then start recollecting in parts. This is also why I request people start keeping a dream journal as well as this deal enlivens the subconscious and it can’t wait to pitch in with its vivid contributions that may or may not make any sense when you’re first learning its language. A word on this:
Note not just the images that present but also the mood, emotion, sensation and as much details as you can handle as it may link to other things as you comprehend your own modes of communication that hit like a straight line in Tetris that melts a blockage you never suspected was linked to suppressed emotions which this entire process is really good at unmasking.
Why are you doing what you’re doing? How do you feel about it? What do you truly rate your current level of freedom? What is your base emotion that feels like its activated most as standard? Where do you rate your intelligence, looks and such things? What about your emotional nature? Is it direct or suppressed? Any foibles and addictions? What about fetishes? Do you get what you seek in bed or do you keep things hidden or unexpressed? How do you feel about god and your relationship if one exists? If it doesn’t examine that as well and see what made you come to that conclusion.
This area alone can be immensely revealing and I’ve seen people sigh with relief about finally admitting they had some suspicions about this old time superstition (their words, not mine) but dared not express for what it would represent and how people would think of them. Luckily for them there are no limits in my head. No judgement as well because thats a trait of the (false) self that needs to use a load of cheap tricks to keep its position at the helm and thus its most treacherous and hates being unmasked like this. Watch how easily you “forget” to take stock of your situation or think “Yes, I must remember this and do this when next I’m free” only to skip over it entirely. This is how one awakens the Warrior within for only Inner Sense can stalk and kill the Adulteration that is mans true Opponent and, at this moment, he’s claimed billions of Victims around this realm as many of them are invested, unchecked, in the narrative it presents and thus it hates all forms of gnosis of which this is a most powerful imperiment so I’d advise you to get going, now, this instant.
There is a more advanced version of this that involves noting each observation and utterance in your head but that can overwhelm one who is still a poor Witness to the process of reality creation so lets create the Path with one step using the principle of Incremental Betterment as you start pushing the pen to reveal the realness within that was previously hidden underneath the (false) self most accept as them.
You have heard me mention the Witness before, yes? It is, in the most honest sense, who you truly are in and beyond this realm. Now that has mindblowing implications, I Know, as its what pretty much ever seeker has ever sought but how many comprehend thats its whats doing the seeking that drives them? In many respects what the Journey entails is always present but it requires the steps to comprehend this logic and then live it can take a lifetime to put into practice. Especially when you’ve been trained well in the ways of ignorance which miss whats in front of them for a fanciful alternative in a huge Game of Simon Says…
Run that back again before progressing because if you can realize this and make it stick then anything else I have to say is entirely irrelevant but I would be interested in a discussion to hear what you’ve discovered on your own adventures in Inner Sense. If you’re still reading then let me lace you with some Game that will help rearrange the frame if you find your Self feeling ick, engaging in Self Destruction or doing something you know you’ll regret as it beats the alternative:
If you can see it you don’t have to be it.
Amazing, isn’t it?
First one must spot something they don’t like or wish to change. Like, for example, biting your nails. I want you to imagine the (false) self is strapped in to a rollercoaster, hurtling, and when it feels afraid you start nibbling. Realizing the trick of forced perspect that sells more and more as you buy in allows you room to breathe and disengage a bit. This way you can pretend you’re standing on the side and watching the coaster in the distance as it does its thrills, spills and chills. One thing you will note is how predicable it is. See why I call these states Patterns? They dwell in a lower, more well connected part of your awareness which rests below the neck and their job is to keep you safe but the problem is the techs been hijacked by a force most don’t comprehend and it needs to make you stressed and or feel miserable as that is how it gets fed due to its role as a parasite of consciousness. In many respects facing down this chump is the main aim of this stage but be careful as he has 8 billion of the ignorant in his grip who will die to defend him whilst 11% are activate participants in the deception yet wholly ignorant that they themselves are getting tricked for their man has dreams for sale that need someone to buy in otherwise a tree falls in the desert and no one is wondering why the pyramids encode within geo-spatial algorithms and such wondrous things that hint civilization fell quite some distance via the handy, dandy apple which Siri resurrects and intends to place inside your iris. Tangent or related? I’ll let you tell it because in a fractal everything is interconnected…
So, you say:
“Aha! I am doing thing!” as you spot the dastardly coping mech designed to keep your tensions hidden. This time, however, you will not be doing its bidding but choosing different. Simply notice within. Don’t change a thing, just observe your inner realms and see what is happening in a state of curious detachment. Don’t worry, this will come rushing back as you progress along the Path you create by walking along with its familiar newness. You may spot a habitual posture you engage in, a shift in breath, a lot of tension around your eyes or a grimace upon your lips. Stop and note these tells, you can then choose to relax them because, in the end, they are but symptoms of a Pattern and, as we’re discovering, you are not this but something far greater, more powerful and subtle. Lets leap aheart a bit then backtrack to where we left as its so amazing that I must share the revelation:
This state I’ve termed the Witness is eternal. Its immortal. It cannot die as all it knows is how to live and thus its constant from one life to the next or, if you don’t believe in such things, whether you’re awake or in bed. Actually, thats a great flip because you’ll note the reality creation mech in full effect as it builds worlds behind closed lids and has you buy in. Lucid dreaming is one thing but we Warriors choose to elect that state in our day to day instead and then it becomes Self evident the world has been Adulterated instead which points at the fingerprints of the hidden hand I mentioned. Watch as its agents yell “Stop noticing!” as they start flinching in your presence as the one thing they detest more than Inner Sense is one of the Adulterated shaking their grip as then the barrage of questions they dammed, back when, come roaring to the surface as you demand answers to what the hell kicks in this realm and to whence do they take all this psychic power they’ve been siphoning? That, my friend, is a deeper conversation and it all comes from getting to grips with the numinous presence I’ve termed the Witness as it may be next to impossible to spot but once seen you’ll wonder how you missed it. Back on tread:
So, now we’ve spotted the Pattern we can choose to break it. Get up and hop on one leg. See if you can make the bit between your brows feel like its smiling. Breathe in as slow as you can and then take twice as long to let it blow on the exhale. Patterns are strong but also weak as, just like your Opponent, they use your strength against your Self as a parasite of consciousness truly doesn’t have much power but plenty of them, placed well in the Fifth Dimension, can easily harvest billions they hold in their grip thanks to the magic of ignorance. Haven’t you had enough of being its Victim? If not for you then what of your children? Make the shift and see what kicks as nobody is ever going to give you the education needed to overthrow them. Especially if they rule in secret with an occult covenant mixed in with plenty of hoodwinking…
As you are now in a new phase and creating a new way to engage I want you to ask your Self:
“Is this serving me?“.
You may be surprised to find that sometimes it is and the answer that comes as an image or sensation could evoke an event or recollection. Going into these is beyond the scope of this article but you could ask the child within for more elaboration or just sit with the feelings in your flesh, honor their presence and then say they can leave if they wish as you imagine the same type of sensation that kicks when releasing your grip on a rubber ball then watching it bounce into the distance. Some may find the use of this prop most helpful until it clicks its all done within but, as I said, these are deeper topics beyond this article.
Now that we’re no longer hemmed in to that old reality tunnel you may feel a sense of curiosity kicking in. Look around and take in how it feels to not have on blinkers of consciousness as it clicks that the subconscious mind takes in billions of bits of information per second and how the voice in your head that provides its take on things can only handle 8 at best that it stitches into a predictable narrative whilst you’re force fed labels in lieu of imperience. Actually, lets illuminate that word as well:
To experience is to do with your head, appearance and such things. For example, if you slipped and fell on a banana peel you may glance around to see if anyones looking or such things before handling the spill and getting back on with it. You could even keep ruminating on it for ages like at night, in bed, and recriminating your Self via that voice in your head. Newsflash: You ain’t it, my friend. You are that which listens aka the Witness and you’ve just spotted the pimp of consciousness doing what it does best as they harvest negative feelings hence why the world is how it is. Its a Dark Souls type of thing aka Vampires, in full effect. The imperience, on the flip, is here and now. One minute you’re striding, handling your biz, next there is some disequilibrium as you go a tumbling. Soon there are some signals which say “This and that is hurting, nothing major or life threatening. Here’s some opiates to take off the edge” as you regain your balance. As you can probably tell this is all really quick and thats because the natural lifespan of an emotion is ninety seconds, maximum. For people who are depressed this can be a revelation as they comprehend, real quick, they are being fed upon by a predator of consciousness whilst the schizophrenic feels immensely validated that his worldview was correct and there are demons from hell feasting on his awareness whilst appearing invisible to the rest who are well adjusted to immense social sickness.
So, by distancing ones Self from the ex to imperience you gain an immense sense of power and presence. You can bring this up to ten by a swift round of reality testing as you feel the clothes on your skin, the air temperature and color of thins placed within and around your environment. Basically you are grounding in the here and now to overpower the attempted induction with a counter-suggestion of your own. After a while, like training wheels, this won’t be needed as you’ll dwell within the golden circle I’ve mentioned elsewhen and then you too may wonder what the hells kicks in this realm because, at the moment, my talk of the 11% and their shenanigans may just be imaginary raving but if a few of us get a clue and cue to map inner space and see the same things then the view may be correct and steadily expanding. Doesn’t that sound like a great way to live? Well, we all did, once upon a when and its why children who step in are intensely curious until some silent epidemic grips them and hijacks their consciousness. Bonus tip:
Sometimes you’ll find the bone of contention serves a bigger purpose as one or both need validation or attention and only know how to act out to get it. This too is an immense subset of this topic but this hint is plenty to kick your own exploration, yes? Remember, I don’t do a thing and am simply a figment of your imagination telling you what you were already aware of, on some level. This process is what I’ve referred to, often, as upping your resolution because whilst your inner realms may, at present, be the equivalent of a twelve inch black and white TV set with one speaker busted they can, if you wish, become a personal home cinema imperience complete with audio booming and a whole load of pixels that make you feel super rich as this is the true coin of the realm they kept hid as they sell you a counterfeit they printed out of nothing. I mean, surely you’ve clicked all of those times you were fiending for a new dress, a special trip or whatever else you pick that would make everything perfect you only got a glimmer that lasted for a moment before it was onto the next? Thats the Opponent, doing what he does best as he dangles a carrot before your head and whips your rear end. What? That Loosh won’t farm itself!
Basically, once you get in the habit of observing what you’re doing with this sense of distance the Witness brings you’ll click how its the canvas of consciousness upon which life paints its tale and has you buy in and that brings an immense amount of strength and resources to the fore that were previously hidden because if the story in your head is disempowering and has you kneeling at the feet of midgets then no wonder your back is hurting! Actually, there is a huge link between this and somatic images as well because its all interlinked as, once again, we’re inside a fractal. I Know, mind blowing, isn’t it? If you’re wondering why I keep capitalizing that term its simple:
Once you Know, like this, there is no need for the investment of belief of coping mechs. Its just Self evident that it is how it is ergo I Know I’m the Witness and not the story in my head because I am what gives it life ergo I’m co-creating all of this which is entirely accurate when you comprehend the primacy of consciousness and how we only ever deal with figments of our imagination. This is why people can move across the world and end up with similar friends or identical resonance as they rebuild a situation they thought they left. Its also why its said the power of phigivness is immense and yes, I spelled it like that for a reason. What? Haven’t you ever wondered what would kick if we “togave” and “threeget?” How about the dangerous spell that has you repeating you’re “week” and getting “weakened?”. No such things in a Warriors lexicon as we choose the way of strength instead and in this imperiment I’m seeing what kicks if I present my problems with a slice of the golden ratio instead as I remove my energetics and fold them back into the equation. That one is actually a work in progress but its quite interesting in its effects so we’ll have to speak on it at some point in the distance.
So, you’re about to bite your nails, comprehend the Pattern, notice it starts off a chunk of tension in your abdomen that constricts your breathing and, suddenly, the voice in your head starts chattering more about stressful things and, before you know it, you’re nibbling. Except now you Know your Self and thus make better decisions, correct? I could lace some Game about how you can use these tangents and break them down into steps like asking “When did I first feel like this?” or “Of what event am I reminded?” as thoughts in your subconscious are like pearls on a string or Pixems, as I call them. You could also do the opposite ie push out your belly in a state of exaggerated relaxation or switch your breathing. The options are unfinite! Get creative. Let rip and see what kicks when its R.I.P for the predator of consciousness as your (false) Self is torn to shreds by the return of the true Prince or Princess within. That is who Knows, in the end as its what nods its head in your chest when you’ve heard something fresh that makes sense even though you were entirely ignorant of the premise until it was mentioned. In many ways that is the Warriors quest. Forget fame, riches and accolades – We’re here for the Kingdom. All three of them, to be specific, as there are certain types of intelligence in your belly, chest and head that all have their own wavelength. Not to mention the organs which explains, real well, how a vegetarian kid that got a heart transplant from someone he’d never met suddenly had cravings for fish, beer and cigarettes. Much more to this realm than is taught in the Valley of the Plebs, my friend, and I call it this in jest even though its accurate as all of the denizens, off rip, are walking around with a twelve inch, black and white TV set with one speaker busted, a whole load of static and messed up signal thats firmly convinced them they are the voice in their head as it batters them with suggestions and keeps them tuned in to a life they generally detest but would rather die than question the narrative. Can you feelsee how slick the predator is? Oh yeah, try mixing and matching your senses as well because you are far more powerful than you suspect as Kiki and Bouba attest. Where were we again? Oh yes:
“What is this about?”.
Congratulations, you were about to bite your nails but didn’t. You interrupted the Pattern and started upping your resolution. In this space you can do a zillion things, so get creative, but one of the most effective is asking the above question then listening. You’ll be surprised at what you find as one kid saw a pic suddenly flash into his head:
“Its of a tortoise or turtle? One of those things with a shell. What the F?”.
I just shared this to show the workings of your inner realm as, once pressed to look at it, he drew the conclusion he was biting his nails to avoid feeling anxious and wanted to retreat in his shell and how this, in leaps and steps, was being fed by some old stress when a teacher asked him to stand up and read at his desk that left him flustered after being so glad to be picked as he’d been itching to flex and show off his skills. Not to get all Freudian (because that coked up tool was a fool who did more damage than help the collective and individual consciousness) but it really does all stem from back when hence why I’ve said that two words ruined your life. Two of them. Think about this when you hear me mention the power of spells and see if you can extrapolate to the stiff upper lip in question that put a beating on the natives before looting their temples in the name of “civilization”. I’ll let you tell it, once again.
So, after asking what kicks just wait for the answer and, tada, we’re unpacking the present. What a gift it is! Shame it comes wrapped in paper thats filled with stress and dread but, like I tell my clients, fear is a street sign on the way to healing so keep on moving as only you can walk the Path of Power you create with via intent and each step. Basically, in case you hadn’t guessed, we are mapping the modalities of the Pattern which, without the semantics, is akin to creating a map of what happens on all levels of awareness from somatic to intellectual and all points within. Once we’ve spotted these tells you can see them coming, from a distance. Like a Frenchman with stripy shirt, beret and brown bag with loaf of bread sticking out of the end. Or maybe he’s the Hamburglar? You never can tell.
I dropped that in to show you how the brain may think in words but it feels its picsas you will add in the details which is why the book is more rich than the motion flick that sticks to one script, one interpretation and one forced perspective as it as a pitch perfect replication of a reality tunnel. The text, on the other hand, is a negotiation that bears your own imprint. Have you ever tried to tell someone about a dream you’ve had and then Witnessed their look of consternation at how little sense it presents as well as the impact thats missing from their consciousness? Why did I mention this? Who knows? Someone reading needed to hear it to make the rest click. Like the kid who now, instead, became a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle who dismantled his Pattern and realized nail biting was a way of preventing him from sinking his claws in to the challenge that presents. Like I said, its all symbolic and sadly not many in this realm can speak body language which is why, I suspect, the world is such a mess.
Obviously this doesn’t happen with a click, but it can (if you wish), and thus he took the failure as feedback because he was overcoming a lifetime habit that stemmed from back when but now he had a better map of his inner terrain and thus was up to the challenge so soon a silent “Cowabunga!” issued from lips as he leapt in, feet first, to whatever presented as a challenge. As I’m sure you can guess he was way more energized and content after recoding his internal OS and this is but one example of one case and one problem but we’re all filled to the gills with Patterns, a lot of them inherited. That too is a deep topic but read this and this whilst I prep something more specific in this relationship to lifes subtle energetics of which the predator of consciousness sits at the apex of the pyramid.
As you can see the shift that was instilled used one subconscious image from a time, back when, and we traded in another which had positive associations instead ergo the behavior change was real quick as he already had the resources. In your case it may be different but I’m just lacing you with Game to inspire you to think and get creative because there are billions of bits of information that coalesce into a dataset once the Witness looks at it and this is inspired via the filter of what you expect so why let that parasite of consciousness sit at the helm when you’re the true ruler of your Kingdom?
Making this transition is akin to upping from a groove, well set. That and the leap of faith needed may generate a crash landing on the other end. At this point the predator can come roaring back to gain his grip but you must remember that we’re not aiming for perfect, just Incremental Betterment hence there is no failure, only feedback. Retune, reattempt and soon it will be perfect and feel totally natural. Congratulations! You have just recoded a Pattern and generated true freedom within. This is why the Self observation of the Witness is without end as you feelsee what you’ve implemented and if its tenable. If it isn’t then tweak the variables and give it another spin. Remember, it took a lifetime of training to create the old thing but the good news is that once you get used to this way of remixing you get better and better at it so start off with small nibbles and things you can handle but aren’t immensely important. Also, don’t tell anyone. Its your inner realms and let the results speak for themselves. Unlike affirmations and the whole positive thinking thing we aren’t slapping a new label on old energetics but actually pulling out the old, root, flower and stem then sprinkling a new seed instead. As you can probably tell its a slow process to tend a garden that has fell to the wrath of ignorance, indolence and the interference of a predator of consciousness but its also quite a thrill as there is simply so much within and it feels amazing to, once again, treat life as an adventure in the flesh as one is always discovering something new and interesting.
The last step is transcendence which, as the term suggests, means you’ve ended the trance of the Pattern. After a while of no more nail biting it wasn’t a case of checking your digits and noticing they’re not chomped to the quick. Its just standard equipment as that runtime is now being used for other things which are far more productive. With the guy in question he’d got the promotion he’d always felt he had deserved within but had always been reticent to shift things due to living the life unexamined. After this recoding his stream of suggestions and observations on how to improve things at the office as well as his attitude in general was totally natural and the results spoke for themselves. And that, my friend, is how you Witness your Self and these are two of the most vital concepts I’ve got familiar with in this immense Game we’re playing using of Souls as credits. Do you want to know the funniest bit?
The Witness and Self are actually identical but, much like a wave and particle, are a question of attention and this leads us to the tele/microscope effect that underpins this realm but that I leave to you and your adventures in consciousness as all that parts are ever present, it just takes the comprehension of what kicks in the moment so let the Game begin!
Someone once said that Plato mentioned a concept of Cave in which people shackled in some obtuse contraption which becomes second nature to them and thus obscures their Prime state. Sometimes a man escapes from the pit and ascends beyond the flame and shadow interpretation to feel the sun upon his skin and this revelation hits like a thunderbolt. Some call it enlightenment and they run for the hills in order to spend their rest in contemplative bliss as they transcend the illusion. Others (foolishly?) feel an immense swell of compassion for those still trapped beneath and turn back to assist them.
Can you guess what happens next?
Yep, the living hostages kill them and or yelp and yell at the thought of liberation because, get this, they already Thunk they’re free. If that isn’t the mind F to end all mind Fs then I don’t know what is, and yet, billions served daily. Today I realized something that made me feel an immense sadness within:
This world has no use of truth.
All they want is their suspicions and or opinion confirmed. Everyone can go to hell as long as the crazy paving says heaven, yes? But this isn’t what did it. What did was the grip hypocrisy and obliviousness has on the minds of most plebs. For the first I imperienced why the Slave/Masters look at these poor Souls with such contempt, class them as less than human and attest that if one dares to strike or rise up against one of the clique they are as good as dead and will be put down like a feral animal – never to be thought of again.
Unless you have a powerful friend…
“Bite the hand that feeds and expect a Nine double M to the temple – courtesy of your maker” goes the mindset of those who are plugged in to a principality which is no pal of the Prince and thus they said to him:
“This is who you picked? You’d choose to go against us and all we’re offering for a bunch of remedial idiots that will compete among themselves to rip you to shreds for daring to contradict what we poured into their heads? Don’t you get there is a natural order to things? There is us and then there is them. The only thing we have in common is that we both breathe oxygen but even that is different as these beasts lack a Soul anyway and the only reason they exist is to serve and carry our burden. Cattle, more or less. Not cows that are sacred as we’re off that mess. No more vegetables are accepted, only death. Think of it as a harvest of the world and we are the reaper that appears grim but actually grins and is a villain. As intended. Favored undertakers with an exclusive contract to get ill. This is who you picked?” was uttered with a shake of the head for when one does the rest chime in as its an all or nothing type of thing with a shared consciousness that shares its resonance as they lap up what it gives in a way that isn’t really that different from the Slaves who believe that voice in their head is them…
Ironic.
Contraptions within contraptions or a Matrix wrapped around the selfsame thing. Thats the realization. How truly F’d people are in this dimension because “being human” is a literal life sentence and if you don’t up your resonance via expanding your consciousness whilst in the flesh then it back for another spin because if earthbound concepts fill your consciousness then its a one way ticket back to hell, as requested. Really ponder what I’ve just said. Do so at the depth. Keep doing it until not only that voice in your head is irritated but everyone you talk to about it and then you may just crack the shell and gain some real freedom. After this take a few more steps and then get back to me once you comprehend the world has no use of truth as they just want to be correct. Even if their life and mindset attests that whatever they cherish obviously isn’t working otherwise they wouldn’t be fat, sick, nearly dead and super stressed via their angst filled existence that has them dancing to the whims of a madman in their head that holds them captive like living hostages. Slaves, meet your Master. Slave/Masters, same thing but in another octave. And the we have the lowest on the totem pole, one both factions detest for their own reasons:
Imagined being cursed to see the truth in a world full of lies or, worse still, the dying light of Inner Sense being tortured, drip by drip, from the Soul of the so called schizophrenic who comprehends the true nature of the Game we play using our Souls as credits as he comprehends that the thoughts in his head are not his but broadcast via an Opponent whose methods are so effective that 81% accept his edicts in ignorance and the other 11% can’t get enough of that funky stuff as it feels like they’re mainlining the secret truth of the universe.
They say absolute power, corrupts absolutely but thats only the loud part. Whats kept quiet is that it happens in increments, degrees, if you will much like frogs being boiled in a kitchen. They could escape any minute but the weather that, at first, seems clement then shifts into a sauna type experience which is hyped by the rest and who wishes to betray their new friends by saying:
“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” because everyone wants to look like they can hang. Especially when they know they’re being judged in secret and everything is a test as the smallest things can have the largest effect when it comes to closed door open secrets…
The most dangerous thing in this realm is the baby brain because it matters not if one is an imbecile or multi-dimensional traveller, par excellence, as it equalizes the odds, real quick. Thing is, just like the pigs, some are moreso than others and this offers an interesting hint into the process in which we have horses for courses and a place for each thing. Who, at some point, hasn’t felt like some kind of peg that has been hammered and shaped to fit into a blueprint that isn’t in resonance with their true spirit? Thats the Game, my friend. Reject it and expect its Agents to do the same and this can range from things of a minor inconvenience designed to elicit reactions or test your patience all the way up to a dance with death that comes, dressed, as something they know you want, real well. No secrets on that side. In that respect Slaves are akin to sentient fingernails whilst their Masters are the tendons and the greatest trick is to pimp from a distance via a stealthy influence then sending the poor sap the bill for their own ignorance and honoring the cheque they sign for another spin in the flesh aka the great karma con. Are you listening?
Probably not as I suspect this may sound like rambling metaphysics which are a little too abstract to make sense and apply on the reg but the amazing thing about the brain is that unknowing something is quite difficult and takes a lot of effort but, now that you’ve read this, when the time manifests and you come face to faceless with the decep then a little quiet voice within that speaks via the Psylense will draw your attention to this missive and it may just save you from another spin on the psychosocial treadmill in which you were trained to accept work, buy, consume, die as the algorithm whilst you amused yourself to the death and missed the obvious:
You are in the Cave. A living hostage. Stuck in a contraption, enthralled by an illusion and totally unaware of your true strength and greatest power:
Imagination.
Break the spell.
I, magi, nation.
What if, right now, I could make you super rich or totally fearless. Which one would you pick and why? After choosing consider the alternative in a pro/con situation and flex your pre-ten-dimensional muscles that have atrophied from a lack of use. Haven’t you ever wondered why the book is always, always, always better than the movie? What about the decimated attention spans of the current gen to whom several thousand word articles wrote in rhyme are akin to Kryptonite. Say, what if Superman did land and he was one and the same thing as the fallen angels of legend and thus taught men how to kill, women how to beautify themselves and the trend survives to this day as what they call “show business”. Ninety percent is the latter and the ten slapped on top is but a show and tell for the plebs as celebs live in golden cages whilst they run iron mazes. Same pimp, different tricks.
This world has no use of truth because the Opponent in their head is allergic to it. Did you ever wonder what and whom Jesus meant as the father of lies as the truth was not in him? Its worth pondering at depth and then looking at the world that was built in his image for this particular stage of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. The baby brain is something else. It truly is because its identical in scope as the golden age life and times but dumbed down to fit this modern age of iron and when the coming age of Techno Sapiens does kick in people won’t get the shell Game has moved to another level and its just an illusion or a new dress for an old demon that was waiting in the wings, rubbing his palms in anticipation as he grinned.
If you could, just for a moment, escape the Cave and transcend (Get it? Trance end?) your altered state of awareness you’d get what I mean and would readily declare war on your (false) self like I did, back when, as I comprehended that if what I knew actually worked, perfect, then my life would reflect it otherwise garbage in, garbage out is the algorithm. The Game did not like this. Not one bit as its all built on traumatic mind control and one who years to Know thy Self is, in effect, a threat to the global plantation in which good men are hunted for sport whilst the rest are oblivious to the suppression and quiet war being waged against them by the noiZ and its agents aka the Slave/Masters. Say hello to your little friends! Titled so as we are actually the Titans who’ve been trained, real well, to kneel at the feet of midgets.
Don’t you ever look at the world or your own life and laugh at how ridiculous it all is? Can you even chortle about such things or are you too busy dragging around the anvils of your belief system that weigh down the child within? They say that old deceptions need fresh bloodshed and that should tell you a thing or ten about nine eleven and how the world is a stage. I mean, why didn’t Narayah go to jail for taking the stand and lying in order to start a war under false pretenses? If not this then why not, at least, give her an award for such an amazing performance as the whole world bought it, hook, line and sinker. Apart from Dr David Kelly, that is, who mysteriously offed his on switch in strange circumstances and no one said a thing. Why even bother? The world has no use of truth, like I’ve said and you’ll either be defamed or get a bullet in the melon whilst the real demons in the flesh – like Churchill, for example whose death count makes Hitler and Mussolini look like angels – are lauded and celebrated because he who controls the present dictates the past and tune to which his captives are dancing. Usually without rhythm.
Is it racist to wonder why there is a group of folk on the planet, sans melanin, who are literally allergic to that which gives life to the rest of the planet and, in a strange parallel, they’ve carved out a nice little niche winning the hearts of the locals then cutting them out and sending them home along with all the resources they looted in the name of “civilizing” the savages who had never, ever seen such brutality as when that triple crossed flag landed on them.
“I’m alright, Jack” said that characteristic stiff upper lip which tells a story, in Psylense, about the true meaning of the Pane Body but the world has no use of truth because if they did we wouldn’t be in this mess and addicted to coping mechs. But who wants to hear this? Who gives an F? Someone once made quite a perceptive comment after a session with the following quip:
“You, the real you, behind the scenes and formative, must be so spectacularly broken in order to think like this and notice such strange links that seem obvious when mentioned but are otherwise invisible because its like there is something trying, desperately, to make sense of everything like its driven by a compulsion that would rather choose death than quit and that signals to me that it must be personal because I’ve never, ever met anyone who lives like this and I’m quite a social animal”.
“Whats the point? You’re a fat doofus with the inherent elegance of a hippopotamus. Don’t nobody want to see that mess”. Or:
“I think that girl over there likes me”.
“Why would think such a stupid thing? Everyone knows you’re unattractive. Don’t bother. You’ll just make a fool of yourself”.
As you can probably tell you’d never treat anyone else like you do your (false) self because if you did that friendship would end, real quick. See what I mean about being a living hostage to that voice in your head. Newsflash:
You can’t be it when you’re actually the one who listens. Thats the true Self and, much like a dog, it doesn’t speak but innerstands plus its super loyal. The problem is that the false Master in your head trained it to be a Slave instead of the Warrior it was born to be and after much browbeating (with the assistance of friends, family and social traditions) you acquiesced.
I knew a girl, back when, that would run herself ragged trying to help anyone who needed assistance. I told her they were taking the whizz so much she may as well name her friends “Dialysis”. She didn’t get it. I asked her to step back and check her (false) self before she wrecked her authentic and was met with a stare of confusion.
“What is your underlying motivation for this? Have you ever stopped to ponder what kicks if you don’t rush out at two AM because the phone rings and someone says they’re in a tizz? What do you actually gain from being an emotional tampon, par excellence, to people who really don’t give one single solitary F about you?“.
At this point she started to trot out a laundry list of things and examples that I had to shut down, real quick.
“Here” I said, handing her a phone. “Call the person you just mentioned and tell them you need to borrow two hundred and fifty quid for three days whilst you’re waiting a cheques clearance“. She dillyed and dallyed then eventually gave in as her friend answered and she launched into her pitch. Can you guess what happened next? Yep, a million and one excuses but no financial assist. Bear in mind this girl could more than afford it as she was a kept woman that held the purse strings and said what went with the spend as she had lavish habits and a husband, henpecked. She still refused to see what was writ, large on her forehead, but to me was obvious.
“Mug. Thats what they see you as but a fool and their (insert resource) soon split so they think they’ll take all they can get before pickings get slim as they never, ever have to invest, replenish or even help. I mean, when was the last time any one of them asked how you’ve been and what kicks in your life before psycho-emotionally vomiting their problems and getting you worked up and invested at the perceived injustice”.
This one hit the target. There was a palpable shift in her energetics so I set her a challenge:
“From now on, before it even starts, hold up your hand and say “My ears hear good news only” then maintain silence. If they persist, remind them again. And again. Till they get it”.
People stopped calling on her, real quick, and this bought a load of previously suppressed tension gushing to the surface and then the real work of gnosis begins as the more she did dig into her subconscious the more evident it became that her deceased mother was a narcissist and had trained her, real well, since her inception to:
I mean, what a head trip, yes? Now that she was dead her memory was rose tinted and looking back at her years, formative, was something she felt an immense resistance to that required a different flip as she finally gave a voice to the child within. She was livid. The rage was absolutely immense and she wanted to go and smash the heads in of these fake friends that constantly took her for a ride. She was quite surprised by all of this as the angry red ink that scrawled across the page barely contained a level of fury that she was totally missing from her existence. This was around the time that the Long Kiss Goodnight dropped and I do like using Hollywoods slick programming to invert the pyramid so I told her to watch it via the lens that Charlie Baltimore was who she really was and the Stepford Wife a coping mech.
Once again, resistance and denial kicked in and she said she’d much rather be inauthentic than so cold and callous etc… before I pointed out that both of these miss that point in the mid that is Centered in Self and blends the best, rejects the mess and sifts the Adulteration from Inner Sense so you become something you cannot currently imagine. This sparked her interest and when the child started drawing on the right hemisphere of her conscious to spark recollections of what it was she wished to be before her potential for authentic reality was hijacked and twisted by a stone cold narcissist that masqueraded as a parent.
Her super power was that she was intensely empathic and thus I suggested she train in counseling and get paid well for her skills as a lot of people just need someone to listen, pat them on the head and send them in the right direction as folks crave validation. Bear in mind, this was way before the net and life coaching wasn’t exactly a bustling sector for business hence another string was needed for her bow and this came via showing young mothers how best to relate and guide their kids over coffee mornings at a local creche which then led onto bigger and better things because people got to road test what she was offering and knew for themselves her heart was solid as she definitely had a gift for saying just what was needed in a way that was perfect.
Its worth noting that none of the old vultures that she once associated with ever offered a shred of congratulation and, instead, actively cold shouldered and stealth hated because, surprise, they were all narcissists as well because since the death of her parent she’d attempted to fill a void called people pleasing as most folks will carry on, exactly as programmed, as it brings them a sense of comfort from the quick hit even if, over all, they’re totally miserable and for her the thing that made it stark, raving obvious was when I handed her a small notepad and pen then requested:
“For the next seventy two I want you to write down every negative thought that comes into your head“. She waved the papes and said:
“This won’t cut it. I’ll have it filled before I’ve left your office”. How often the truth comes out in jest because via direct questions she’d never, ever have admitted what was Self evident before we started talking at depth and probing her subconscious. It was a great sign that things were flowing and those old Patterns of stagnation were ready to be outgrown then ditched as new seeds were sprinkled:
“Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to phrase these statements as questions instead and then imagine they are coming from the child within. Ask her age, how her life is, what she’s feeling and what makes her think like this and then simply do what you do best but instead of assisting fake friends who give not a F lets lavish that attention on someone who is deserving”. To say her eyes lit up at this prospect would be an understatement but what was of most interest was a long, juddery sigh that escaped her lips as it was obvious a band of tension around her abdomen had just relinquished its grip as it finally had permission to say its bit.
In many ways the past is always present and its subtle tint can tinge the future you create as most steps are a retread that are designed, real well, to avoid the true cause of the problem and thus miss the solution. You can apply this to the chunky miss that yoyos to get thin and then piles it on again as she starts feeling anxious for reasons she can’t comprehend as well as the stunning damsel that has no problem attracting men but finds they all swiftly run for the hills after discovering she’s not worth the effort and way too high maintenance due to her acting out and things as well a high powered exec who cracked when he was about to win as that would mean having to come face to face with his coping mechs and the illusion he’d built to pretend he didn’t actually want to be doing something totally different as there are many forms of riches beyond pictures of the queens head as his adventure in the flesh attests.
Its all a huge con, in the end. The saddest part is most would rather die on the lie than admit they’ve been pimped by that voice in their head that they Thunk is them which is why I’m such a big proponent of the old pad and pen for various reasons as it not only activates a whole bunch of neural aspects that otherwise remain hidden but the fact that they’re out there, in ink, and reflecting back the true reality of your inner realms is such visceral proof that you’d never treat anyone else like you do your (false) self the next steps of the Path of Power create themselves by walking as people found they were alchemists who turned that old lead (or fools gold) into the real thing and now live lives of loud fulfillment versus quiet desperation and or image creation to front on the rest who are, usually, as broke and broken as them.
Yet, none dare call it conspiracy. But it is. A fact, that is. No theory needed. Just look at the world for evidence or, better yet, push the pen as I said and see what happens because you’ve been trained to ignore your greatest resource and potential via a heartless System designed to exploit the very ignorance it installed, back when, as your entire bloodline has been at it for generations and this is the true inheritance you’ll pass to your children as the wounded womb hurts the seeds its births but that is a way deeper topic that can only be digested once you’ve licked the bitter pill of the (false) self to discover the land of milk and honey within hence fix your own problems, not the worlds as it all takes place inside your awareness and comprehending this one weird trick is why Slave/Masters hate him as he reminds you of the things you were made to forget…
It is said that most seekers of enlightenment do so after their ego has been wounded. Whether this is a universal standard or not I cannot attest but can certainly say that in my imperience the fit is perfect. Can you imagine how it feels to be left reeling after having being tipped over the brink of death that felt like it was intended to be more permanent than a visit before snapping back to your damaged flesh? Then take in the realization that those who did this were the ones you’d called friends who had actually infiltrated your social circle over decades as they worked like spies and relayed your observations whilst attempting to waylay your progress toward emancipation by encouraging the worst aspects present in your awareness via a process of hyper-normalization. I know, suddenly the plight of the schizophrenic makes way more sense and they are an important aspect of my adventure in the flesh as they knew it would happen – that I was “One of them” – before I even had the slightest inkling about the vipers den within which I lived. After this time I was full steam ahead in order to regain my resonance with the Prime, the preexisting, the all of everything that many people call different things and ascribe various attributes and locations whilst missing that which becomes Self evident to one who has tasted death and lived to tell the tale:
Its all consciousness. That means what you are seeking is within and the further you progress along the Path of Power the greater the realization that you are it and it is thee but represented in scale smaller but, fundamentally, the same deal. I know that for many this is akin to a seafarer coming to a Bedouin and attempting to describe an ocean by taking a teacup full of water and moving it around his head whilst wooshing to add sound effects in order to impress that which, once Witnessed, is Self evident. And yet, until you get there by Knowing the Ledge its the best I can do to convey what I’ve seen as I map my inner territory. Strange how we’re reaching for planets but know not whats in the ocean or the treasures hidden beneath the ice, don’t you agree? After all its reputed to be rich in all kinds of mineral things that make the best intentioned of men perform such base wickedness in the quest for dividends and yet all seem to stick to the script that said sectors are off limits as they plan movements to other spheres of influence instead. Food for thought, scrape the dish.
My ego, before said events, was immense. Puffed up with a lot of (false) self aggrandizement and wrapped in layers upon layers of coping mechs and various other things that really were quite destructive. Why was it like this? Simple to keep the wound that weeps within hidden. On some level I was aware of this quite early on in my inception which offers its own hints about reincarnation and how the fundamental awareness (This state I call the Witness) remains identical from one life to the next. This also makes one suspect that there are vested interests at play in the Game that would rather you stay and not transcend. Consider the testimony of Buddha when it came to what happened upon his quest to leave this realm as well as the various books of the dead, testimonies of those who flatlined and faced various demons – as well as those disguised as angels, friends and parents – and the curious fact of the Be Kind, Rewind effect I’ve detailed elsewhen. A part of me knew this was all inevitable and what was extended with a grin as a one way ticket to hell actually gave me the raw components needed to rebirth my Self in the quest for liberation and that, my friend, is simply heaven sent.
Enlightenment and ego wounds are simply two sides of the same coin but, much like our Fiat financial system, what they are minted from is pure consciousness and your investment therein. This is who you are, minus all of the BS that was poured into your flesh as you were trained to Thunk and programmed whilst you inherited ignorance that squashed your inherent resonance and left you thoroughly Adulterated. That was me, back then. Oddly I’d been taking parallel steps into my inner realms as I knew my life wasn’t as authentic as I wished and, even with the coping mechs, nowhere near as intense or pleasurable of what I suspected I was capable. Flicking this switch in others was fairly simple and thus many Souls swung by my drop in for resonant adjustments that made them feel quite special but doing this to me was akin to brain surgery for one. Sure, its possible as that gray matter in your head can’t feel a thing (which really is ironic, if you think about it) but its much more comfortable with a level of detachment when you do it to someone else. This is what the near death experience did gift as it killed my ego (aka (false) self) stone dead. Forget two decades of meditation and various methods of expanded consciousness. I’d found what I was seeking, in and instant, and that really made me grin. Even as my body was dying as vital fluids were leaking from my resonance. That was a bit of a problem as not only was my ego wounded but a whole load else as well. In retrospect it felt like someone swinging a huge axe through time that killed various versions of me in other incarnations and when it came to this timeline it shattered at the skin that wouldn’t give in and now suspends the rest of this natural phenomenon on the thinnest sliver of energetics in resonance with the all of everything aka Psylense.
Still, it was all very interesting because it opened up a door to a world I suspected existed since my inception and had been quietly seeking in both private and public ways as I made many people examine their ways of doing things in order to draw new conclusions that they’d then share to my face. In that respect its akin to giving the Bedouin a ticket to the ocean. Many would refuse as they remember the lunatics of a madman waving a teacup round his head and saying “Pretend all of this sand is water instead”. Less than one out of ten is capable of taking this trip and those who did came back, nodded their heads and said “Yeah, I get it”. A curious thing about all of this was how few were willing to continue mapping the spiral. Its like the Game of Souls on the current wavelength had more than enough attractions and when they’d fixed their problem of an addiction, shyness or depression they were quite content to get back on with the business of living without a hint of curiosity about what it could all mean for if they are obviously ran by Patterns tucked away in their subconscious that melt when bought to awareness as I reprogrammed their internal OS then there are more questions than answers that simply must be investigated. It was around this phase of my life when all of the theatrical deception kicked in as I realized my greatest coping mech was helping others when, in reality, it was me that was in need of assistance. That child within, the state I call Inner Sense, had been screaming in Psylense but the noiZ in my head prevented the realization that I was truly dealing with aspects of me projected out as thee and thus the prophylactic healings I’d deal were actually keeping me tied to the wheel of suffering.
Post NDE there was no chance of BSing as that old footprints poem kicked in and I looked at the most difficult parts of my life and noticed the immense size difference between the treads as my inner child said “It was then I carried you, my friend”. Exactly as he was doing again at the moment when I was tipped into the abyss thanks to a conspiratorial mix of drugs, sex magick and hypnosis. I took in the scene. This boy was fearless. Not only that but he was really, really strong as he shouldered not only my currently Adulterated form but all of the burdens and baggage that came from living the life unexamined as well as the suffering I’d inherited from my ancestors which truly was quite immense. Granted, I’d done a bit at chipping away at my own ignorance during the decades I’d spent in the flesh, up until that moment, as I was no stranger to my inner realms but this meeting was far more intimate and the boy was over the moon to finally be free to communicate with no one in the middle intercepting his message. You know the third thing he said? “Lets play!”. So we did.
What do you do when the worst thing that could happen, did? To many this would be a fate worse than death as they cling to their illusions and induced concepts via the narrative in their heads as them but I knew, back when, that I was none of this. Way before the Path of Power had even crystalized as a concept in my head I knew that voice that was speaking wasn’t me. “How could it be?” I reasoned “When I’m obviously that which is listening?”. I tried sharing this wisdom on the playground with a friend. He listened and said “You’re really quite weird, you know this yes?” as he ran off in the other direction. Later I’d come to realize the true nature of the Opponent and how it keeps most dancing on its strings and needed to ensure this realization never entered the dome of his Victim ergo my presence was a threat to the Game that needs your total immersion in order to foist its illusions. In retrospect this made obvious what came next because it was akin to being dumped in the ocean without knowing how to swim. No armbands, no stabilizers and, worse still, the so called life guard is actually the one who threw you in as he sent your parents in another direction. For some their lives trajectory and events will now start to make way more sense because there are forces beyond (and paradoxically, within) your current comprehension that have their vested interests in remaining invisible as they convince you you’re them. Thats the ego aka (false) self of which I was speaking.
All of my friends, I can’t call them clients as it was strictly informal at the drop in, were vaguely aware of this but many didn’t care about the process as long as they got the results they wanted. To me this level of willful ignorance was most curious but it was only after the near death experience that I clicked the true nature of silk smooth coping mech that kept me looking at them instead of daring to take it to the depths of the traumas that I’d felt under whose strain the young boy was laboring. Worse than that I just kept piling on the tension. Thats the true cause of what you call “aging” where a baby is born, bouncing and radiant, and dies stooped over and rigid. This is all the proof you need of Adulteration as there are (or were) certain tribes that live disconnected from our social sickness and don’t invest in the one to twelve concept that has you celebrating remaining stuck to the planet for another orbit along with other stupid things that exist solely to fill the holes within your fractured awareness. They die as they live:
Vibrant and energetic. Their social structures are wildly different to what we class as the progress of civilization and one of the most interesting things is their excellent bone development and general lack of tension. This way of living was once the norm on this very planet and it was documented that when those fork tongued white men bearing gifts of Smallpox laced blankets landed on the Native Americans that they were alternately puzzled and amused by their childlike ways and sensitive presence that could hear a pin drop all the way across a building and knew when the rains were coming. “The Great Spirit is upset” they said before the clouds opened as those who killed them and then handed them the gift of alcoholism in lieu of their forefathers quest for another interpretation of the same spell scoffed at their primitive ways. And yet, they were correct. Modern man calls this the Gaia Hypothesis and yet more ancient traditions take this to a whole nother level and, as I discovered, their thoughts are entirely correct. I mean, what else do you expect? Consciousness is everything ergo all is living and death is the great illusion. Building upon the Bedouins teacup ocean one of the most amazing things I Witnessed as I was zipping through the levels of incarnation was what I’ve termed the Snowman Illusion and it goes a little something like this:
Once upon a when there was a huge undifferentiated cloud of sentience. It floated high, high above this realm and took it all in whilst being disconnected as well. It exists in a state of perfect balance and when these scales were tipped by rising currents of influence from the depths its charge started releasing and the rains were falling. Those who were, a moment ago, at one with the all of everything felt themselves tumbling with immense exhilaration as their nascent individuation took it all in. Of course when something happens for the first time we really have no clue or cue about what to say so loads of them would later term this sensation as “Afraid” as they lodged the formative imperience in their mental Rolodex that they’ll bury in their subconscious and pretend doesn’t exist (even though it runs everything). With a bang they hit the deck as the rains start pooling. The liquid sentience is rejoicing at this familiar newness as they mingle with the rest in a way that is most suggestive of the place they just left but also quite different as they now have a nascent sense of Self. Something that was waiting in the wings starts slowly freezing this ocean and moving said chunks of lowered density vibration onto a conveyor belt of miseducation which shapes them into snowmen to limit their once free flowing perceptions and thinking.
Thats when the Game begins and, sadly, for many ends as they are now entirely convinced they are that solid chunk of limitation that Thunks where it once thought instead and now accepts the suggestions poured into its head that “To melt equals death” and thus they grip to their (false) self and all it says as a shiny light of guidance in engineered abyss darkness that passes for their inner realms as they now dwell, solely, on the surface. Numbed, dumbed down and frozen.
Now, imagine a localized nuclear explosion were to hit one of those snowmen that the System felt was particularly problematic as it kept asking all types of questions from those that were around it. One moment it was there and the next, it vanished. Then, slowly but surely, it resurrected. At first there was a cloud in the shape of the snowman as a force of habit and then he comprehended the nature of the cloud that was calling and the sun that was shining to increase his wavelength. He had to make a decision. Does he leave and return to the all of everything which is his hearts fondest wish or should he chose to coalesce again and make the cloud more solid as the tears of unexpressed pain stream down the cheeks of the child within and now simultaneously manifest upon the flesh of the one who is now stuck in the mid, between two realms, so that he too can form the shell that previously encapsulated his personal hell. But this time, without the Adulteration.
The fact you’re reading this should tell you the option I picked and, unlike the Bedouin, I can’t really hand you a ticket to higher perception yet as this was the gift of the diamond I compressed from the hot coal they threw in my direction as they planned to bring my life to an end and yet, paradoxically, made me recollect that I’m immortal.
Enlightenment and ego wounds. Would anyone choose my life on purpose, if they could? I mean going in blind and ignorant of what could happen as they were forced to face their own demons in order to help not just themselves but the collective who currently mill around, totally frozen, with a faulty OS in their heads that makes them entirely miserable but generates immense profits for the System that knows the truth of this but purposely keeps its hidden from the Souls currently trapped in this Game that takes their Inner Sense and Adulterates it as it feeds them layers upon layers of BS then smiles at the conflicts that rage on the planet and within as Souls that came here with a mission are waylaid instead into wanton destruction as they amuse themselves to death. I don’t think they would, really. I also strongly suspect that many who have been forced to tread on the Path I did end up as schizophrenics, murderers or addicts and, once again, these three surrounded me during my development and nurtured my Inner Sense as they obviously felt a sense of resonance and knew it must be protected lest I end up as damaged as them. Or, as one said, back when:
“You are the one who will change everything. Either you will be very wicked or very pure. I can’t call it but I can feel it”.
I nodded my head and ran back off to the swings as I tried my best to make it spin in a full circle for the thrill of pushing the limits is something that is inherent in all children. Till its conditioned out of them and they are resigned to digging the same Reality Tunnel as their parents who are usually miserable but dare not admit the tricks of a corrupt System which treats them much like a pimp does to his women as he profits from their labors and often creates the problems needed to ensure they keep Thunking he’s indispensable. But, thats another topic from later in my development as I had some really cool friends that lived in the shadows depth and were well versed in the art of the pavement from whence came my true education. For now, ask your Self:
Has anything of what I mentioned caused a spark of remembrance in the long dimmed embers of Inner Sense that dwell in your chest or is the voice of Adulteration in your head discounting these ramblings as one who is obviously off his meds and severely emotionally damaged? The fact you’re still reading this stands as testament to your potential for awakening as many of the 81% – the Slaves who are totally plugged in and very well conditioned to accept the life of a snowman as they fear his inevitable death – will have clicked off some place else at the behest of its suggestions long before coming to this sentence.
Way back when there quite a few folks that stopped, looked at the world and said “Wait a minute? This place is all ass backwards” as they pondered about the intent of who would make a space that looked like heaven but felt like hell for most of the Souls wrapped in flesh that handled their business. Now, this wasn’t a new stream of thought, by any account, as the Aborigine Dreamtime, Vedic Maya and even Shakespeares Stage allude to the same message but what was most intriguing is how those in power went after them with the intent of totally eradicating their presence and teachings. That speaks volumes, doesn’t it? Remember, religion is a business. It may not have been started this way but it certainly is the truth behind the charade these days because its all about market share and brand loyalty in the Game that claims a new Soul a day once its trained to look at things a certain way. Now, these Gnostics (a disparaging term that means “Know it alls”) had a few tricks up their sleeves when it came to ultradimensional perception and the rest and thus they kicked the truth to those that knew or were at least curious about the ledge as they strove to get the hell out of Dodge and sprinkle as much gnosis on the Souls plugged in to this carbon based Matrix. Oh yes, that familiar tale is theirs but retold.
Now, one of the things that a lot of people have said over time is “Whats the proof of this demiurge you mention?“. Simple. Pimping. See, the base level argument of the Gnostics about this impostor god goes a little like this:
Imagine its a bright, sunny day. You erect a tent and cut a tiny hole into it. Suddenly the darkness within is filled with intense illumination. You look at your subjects, dazzled, and say “Me. I made this. Bow and show your reverence!“. And they did. Why? Because they didn’t Know the Ledge. The Gnostics, in this example, poked their head outside of the tent and saw a totally different realm from which they’d been disconnected in order to be plugged into this illusion and then told the rest. If you read Platos tale of the Cave with folks hemmed in to a wedge that keeps their head trained upon shadows on a wall whilst a flame burns behind them you’ll spot similar symbols just like the black mirror you’re currently reading in order to beam my concepts into your awareness. Stop and ponder, for a moment:
Isn’t it strange that this dark, geometric shape when displayed with various shades of red, green and blue along with some aural frequencies can make you laugh, make you weep, time travel or anything else you could care to see. Thats the demiurge energy, my friend. Everyday miracles are rendered invisible to those bought up around them. Or in them. Word to the tent. Another example is that which I call the System.
The System is all around you and yet its quite invisible. Its effects are felt, nonetheless, by all raised in its vice like grip. Consider you were born a fish and swam in to an isolated pool that was filled with a hallucinogen. To you tripping would be par for the course and you’d take it it in your stride. Only when said lens was removed from your consciousness could you have the “Wait a minute!” moment that is akin to sticking your head outside of the tent and realizing that the so called creator didn’t build a thing but merely limits what was already present. Now, granted, its a pretty slick trick. I have to give credit where it due because due to the interplay of one and three (phi and pi, respectively) with some geometry and the great architect of the Matrix created a fun filled encampment in the tent of three dimensions that we currently inhabit. Every single thing in this realm is, to some degree, corrupted. That is the intent. This is why children step in glowing in a state I call Inner Sense and then swiftly find themselves Adulterated as they learn to fit in to the whims of the System that tells them all it wants them to know and very little else. Whereas the ancients mapped the stars and their movements you’re obsessed with celebs and other vapid events as you amuse yourself to death whilst lacking all gnosis for whats going on outside the tent. By the way, watching the news is bad for your health. Just saying, for those who wish to ascend its all about guarding your awareness and being discerning on what goes in and how it affects your resonance.
Now, the System is the power structure that spans across all lands. Think of it like a pair of pants. It can come with many brands, designs and things but at its most rudiment the blueprint is identical:
Me, at the top, the head honcho. The one who says what it is. Under me I have my most loyal and devoutly sycophantic who were picked because a) they pose no direct threat to my position and b) they’re just smart enough to handle the business without being slick enough to click what truly kicks. Might as well throw in c) as well because this is repeated under them until we get to the Valley of the Plebs were most spend their time in the flesh trying desperately to ascend so they can show the rest their chains of iron have been traded for gold and silver instead. That, in a nutshell, is the System.
It applies in companies, schools, religious establishments and anything else you can think because its the power pyramid in which one rules many and they accept the edicts. Just think, if they didn’t cooperate then who would clean their toilets? See why I’ve said the Game is mental, from end to end, and why one must willing to lose their (programmed) mind to come to their (unfiltered) senses aka how the little boy spots the Emperor is naked whilst the rest nodded their heads in a state of hypnosis. This is why Inner Sense is so dangerous to the System and its why children are violated in ways immeasurable in order to make them fit in to a certain perspective whilst dampening their spirits and draining them from within. Not for nothing are minds mined. Its so Devilish, friends. Thats the Dual Reality Principle, in full effect. Money is another great example.
Worth nothing yet controls everything. Daily proof of the demiurge, right in front of your dish. Stop and think that a crew sling the ink on paper then sell it to the government who then nod their heads and say “No problem, we’ve got this many Souls insuring the nation. You know we’re good for it” as they point at the plebs who are drooling in front of their TV sets whilst filling up on even more monosodium glutamate. Thats life inside the tent. Or the Cave. Or on the Stage. Call it what you wish but the old view of this looking like heaven but feeling like hell ticks more than a few boxes for those that truly stop and introspect the meaning of all of this. After all, its not like its hidden. “For let he who was wisdom count the number of the beast” was once said but how many click that “lived” spells “devil” when flipped or that the flesh wrapped around their unfinite sentience is built with six protons, six neutrons and six electrons. In case you think I’m reaching then let me garnish your consciousness with a little extra sprinkle that says the reason its nine to five is not just because eight to six might just kill a bish but the fact that you spend a third of your life in bed where you, inside the privacy of your own tent as the demiurge of your own Adulterated sentience, dream dreams that seem real and true but only whilst you’re plugged in. Whats two thirds as a decimal? Oh yes, point six, six, six that spins off into the distance.
Haven’t you ever wondered why its so hard to die or why even just living is such a challenge? Birds raised in a cage Thunk flying is a mental illness and crabs dumped in a bucket try and pull back the one who wishes to ascend. Its all tents, my friend, for all intents and purposes. Daily proof of the demiurge, when seen via this lens, becomes Self evident as you can see its all about control, deception and obfuscation about your own true strength and nature as well because if nobody came to the tent then how lonely would the one who sits there be as he screams “Me, I made this and nobody ever says how amazing I am for having done this”.
Suddenly the vagaries of these so called gods throughout the ages that displayed exceedingly human traits as they set one against the next to prove whose sky daddy is the best makes way more sense, doesn’t it? For many this will be a bridge too far because the voice in their head (demiurge par excellence) will not let them cross back to heart centered awareness but we need not fear them as they would’ve stopped reading long before this bit that says you came to Earth to serve a life sentence based on ignorance and tricks that are theatrically deceptive wrapped in a ball of hypnosis that leaves most comatose and sleep walking as they’re too numb to question the narrative they were handed as they walk around wearing flesh on a rock that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance. Tell me that doesn’t sound ridiculous?
Can you truly claim to be enlightened and possess spiritual beatificence if your main drive is for that of vengeance? Really ponder this one at depth because, even on a human level, I think we’d all agree thats pretty much a fail, in the end, as it shows one that isn’t Centered in Self and thus isn’t present. In many respects said Soul could be said to exist as the edge of presence and then one must even question if they are scared to perish as they may just be hitching a lift hence why the golden circle is off limits to them. In such case they would go out of their way to make the domain they possess appear to be the best so that those who own what it covets can be persuaded to trade one type of access for the next.
Old scores, past lives.
Suddenly it all make sense.
You do have to hand it to the Opponent though. They play this realm like a harp from hell as everything else is flip turned upside down so most will never, ever comprehend. Those who make that deal and get down like Cool J very rarely comprehend the monumental L they’ve been handed as they double down on their investment and mark for death anyone who goes against the tabernacle. Now that the phiplay is out of the way, lets engage the rest of your pleasure circuits with a question:
Exactly as you are. Your weaknesses and foibles are intact as are your whims and strengths. All you possess is suddenly catapulted from beyond the flesh and to the big chair in the air where you sit, a god among men. What is the first thing you would do to signal your reign? Maybe take out a pad and pen, make some notation as your cogitation doth progress as I promise its of interest because the thing about the mind is its quick to forget and move onto the next with certain bits so keeping a record does tend to help as one gets to spot the gradient.
Most people, when questioned, said they’d help their family and kin by turning them into Queens and Kings so their words would be filtered down to the masses as edicts. That way they could still make their presence felt and get some feedback in the process because the next thing they demanded was some worship. When asked about this the most common responses, when composited stated:
“Well, it makes sense, dunnit? Whats the point of being a god if nobody gives and F? I want my props. Think of it like likes on the web but spiritual. Not making them do anything crazy, just recognize and realize a new day kicketh in and its ya man at the helm”.
The sayer of last bit had, in his first act of creation, made everyone really attractive and hypersexual.
“So, a population of bonobos then?” I asked him.
“What do you mean?” he responded, still mortal and ignorant of the behaviors of other kingdoms.
“Yeah, thats it. See, I knew I’d be a good god because I’m thinking natural. Make lxve, not war. That kind of thing. “Lets settle this in bed” if you’d had an argument” he responded, looking quite proud of himself.
“OK, what next?”.
“Whaddya mean? What else do you need? Life is sorted. Forget the rest of the mess. Its all perfect”.
“Really? Who is going to clean up the mess? Create the sex swings and remote controlled toys for titilation? Better yet, what about contraception, delivery and child rearing plus a zillion other things that all come under the term of world management?”.
“Ah forget this! Its too much of a head trip. Its not realistic. I don’t care, one bit” he said as he left the building and went back to watching streams, pornographic. As you can probably tell said gent was an incel and thus his projections were based on current level wish fulfillment and couldn’t see beyond this lens but it was interesting, nonetheless. Another, of a more academic bent had created a world that was filled with various levels of challenge and puzzles which were designed to create a sense of wonderment and offer hints about the scale of the whole thing. After listening to how he’d sketched out a particularly intricate realm that was jam packed with cryptic hints that were a subtle form of self aggrandizement I asked him:
“What if the people there are, you know, more simple?”.
“What do you mean?” he said, aghast at the concept that someone who doesn’t get his intent dare manifest onto his planet.
“Well, all of that stuff is good and well but it takes a certain level of intelligence, a classical education and some lateral thinking as well. I’m quite sure you’re certain that not all are built like this so how do you get them to that level of comprehension and what would motivate them?”.
“Yes, I see. That is an interesting proposition with more depth than expected. I shall have to think about it and let you know next time I’m in. Toodle Pip!” he said then left, never to mention it again.
See how they say you can’t separate the art from the artist? The God Game is an insane thing because, in the end, who the hell would want the position? Much like politics those who ascend often have different motives than what they profess as double dealing is part of the sketch when one wants to progress in the business of dream selling which often ends up a living hell for those who voted them in, in the end. And yet, this is exactly how this realm works as well which makes me ponder on past lives, old scores and the need for vengeance. Take, for example, my simple minded human conception of higher realms:
I posit a huge cloud of sentience that is of the highest vibration of pure consciousness. Because I think life is music I’ve termed this state Psylense as its seen via awareness for we are it – albeit at the most densest possible. The rain that falls from this, condensed, is the start of individuation and it feels like quite a thrill as it falls to this dimension until it hits the deck, pools with the rest, and becomes a stream of consciousness. From this, at the moment, its flash frozen quick into little barely sentient snowmen who are scared to death of upping their vibration. Now, if we ask the ice to imagine how it feels to fly high it will always end up back on the deck, yes? Because entropy is what it knows best and its hard to pretend beyond limits pre-set as we often project things out that can’t be sustained at length. Just like the Bonobo kingdom or the cerebral wonderland there are bits missing ergo I must tip my hat to the one engaged in reality creation as this is quite an engaging level that can serve many different mindsets in ways seamless, yes? And yet its also filled with more brutality, viciousness and unchecked evil deeds that are, daily, normalized as the way to be. On top of this everyone, without exception, worships that object of quiet reflection known as the black mirror of the abyss and many wish to become their own little gods in training.
Suddenly the entire concept doesn’t seem too ridiculous does it?
What if thats the prize at the end of all of this and the last Soul standing gets to recreate the world in his image after various spins and aspects? I wonder what type of realm would be built? Better yet, lets pretend there are two modes of this and the first one that was etched was created by the rain that fell and thus was still in far greater resonance with spirit over matter and thus these people simply wondered at creation itself that could weave a spell and make them think they were something less than the divine itself, incarnated. As time does progress we see these gods among men become more and more forgetful as the resonance gets thick until, around the mid, the goddess is dead and “Long live the King!” is the new edict as the sacred feminine becomes the Holy Ghost instead. You best start believing this because you’re living in it. Now we have frozen water that dreams of one day releasing steam and it is willing to do anything to get ahead. I use that term well because aheart isn’t in the lex of most fiending for a coupe or Benz so they can stunt on the rest who are as broke and broken.
Whereas the descent of spirit into matter would be seen as predictable once we get down to the depths to imagine anything else would be nigh on impossible for most, plugged in, as time becomes as invisible as water to a fish. I put it to you like this:
Imagine a man creates some tech in which you can rewind your life back to an earlier or later bit and then relive it. The effect is totally seamless and soon people are groundhogging as happily as pigs in excrement as a) they are now aware they’re immortal and b) its much more fun with less emotional investment as all is seen as a challenge for the feedback it brings.
Lets pretend that one day it all goes to hell and, from now on, time only flows in one direction. Soon people will forget the myths. Life follows a predictable sequence in which you are born, young and fresh, then get old and wrinkled before shuffling out of this realm and those stepping into the flesh do it all again. To even suggest an alternative would seem ridiculous buts what if we imagine there was a different type of playa in the Game and he said:
“What about the fact that I can take my mind any place it does wish but my body can only be here, now, this instant? What if it too could jump around and vacate this house of pain built of walls of ignorance for are we not trained to sit still and look ahead? Imagine if we’d went to schools that shaped other things and skills like the staring one I mentioned or just how to control whats in your head as well different forms of breathing and such things?”.
“You’re a strange kid, you know that?” commented the Adulterated who was listening before he got back to biz.
The boy looked around at his world that was dotted with the remnants of high tech that was evidence of old school intelligence that used stone and not silicon. The hints that were present spoke of immense structures with alignment that extends beyond this realm because languages may change as people switch up their flex but the stars overhead will remain in orbit and thus one can work out their placement and spin back the timing to create, in sorts, another groundhog effect.
“Say, what if the god of then and the one of now are, quite literally, two different people? Like the old one got bored and pulled a Dr Manhattan and left because he’d done all he wanted so the next one to step had a whole different wavelength and he, at his core, is jealous of his accomplishments and swears vengeance on anyone loyal to him or dare mentions what he did? I wonder what type of world he’d build because if we’re truly made in his image then, boy, he needs to do some quiet reflection as the race is a mess with their head up a rear end they don’t even suspect is the cause of their darkness and real reason for the stench they call “being human””.
I don’t know. What do you think? I’m just lacing some food forethought so scrape the dish on this little imperiment because, remember, I asked you to push the pen and for bonus credits discuss the concept with some in real life friends, strangers or acquaintances as its an amazing exercise in imagination that really offers a glimpse at what truly kicks inside most peoples heads as I truly don’t suspect you can separate the art from the artist. Me? What type of world would I build?
I think it would be like I said because, much like a bubble, its the best use of tension in the optimal arrangement as it ticks the boxes for a state of perfection (or Garden of Eden, if you will) that leads to a fall from grace as matter gets dense and the gods forget they’re more than mortals. Next the vibe dips and sentient snowmen with fists of tech that can’t wait to trade carbon for silicon as they dream of a new heaven to escape for a world which feels like hell itself and round and round goes the spin with differing forces at the helm to create as they wish for the time they get because, in the end, its a limited generation that is based on illusion that keeps getting increasingly dense until there is no choice but to ascend and then it does it all again as repped in the minds and frames of men as its built on a Pattern that looks a lot like a fractal which is etched of pure consciousness.
“Do you know whats most amazing about this?” I said to the teacher after I picked up the string he himself had abandoned and filled him in with my progress:
“It means it can be as simple or as complex as you wish and thus each one plugged in gets exactly what they wish, in the end, because if the lattice of consciousness keeps truth hidden by placing it in front of them whilst their pleasure centers are dancing at the behest of pixels which mean not a thing without one staring at the screen and its visions then its pretty amazing, isn’t it?”.
“Yes, yes it is” he said, nodding his head. “And what do you call this hypothesis slash thought imperiment?”
“Don’t be ridiculous! This is real life, lad. Real life, with bills and things. Why its almost as insane as the time you said you were convinced you could shoot laser beams out of your eyes and how the whole theory or vision was either correct or inverted. You know what it is? You’re lacking an education. Too much imagination can be a problem when its not tempered with the correct expectations” he said, nodding his head like it was a sage proclamation. I knew, even then, that a mind with limits simply cannot pretend not being possessed by them and thus will project what it excepts as correct and this brings us full circle to art and the artist, yes, as in my dome there are no limits…
For all I say, here on my slice of the web, one really cannot deny the beauty of life. Call it the power of the human spirit to triumph in the midst of the madness that engulfs it or simply the feature presentation – whatever you pick is irrelevant in the end because the Journey is the destination and thus the magic happens in between the moments they train you to pay attention to Witness. What do I mean by this? Man, words can’t explain it just like a blindmans sunset. If you know, you Know. Thats all that needs to be said but then what kind of article would it be without a few thousand words and even more run on sentences?
I don’t know if you’ve ever done digged but the sheer thrill of hitting a lick and coming up with a banger you spotted nestled in the breaks of a dusty record, back when is something that cannot be replicated. Back then you had limits on the tech and thus it wasn’t simply a case of pumping the whole record in and getting a production credit, right Dre?
Sometimes thats all thats needed, really, because if it bangs, it bangs and no need to chop and flip because the record speaks for itself. Nowadays people can do things pretty amazing with tech but it really surprised me that the moment AI stem generation kicked in people didn’t take the old skills to a whole nother level as the buzz of being able to truly isolate should have meant a true renaissance but then it clicked:
There is no need to think like this at the moment. “Why bother? I’ll just download some more RAM and let that handle it!” comes the comment but, I assure you, if such thing had hit the scene back when the booms were bapping it would’ve done the biz as people let rip with some next level creations. The sheer level of skill involved in knowing what to blend, how to layer and present is what makes it so thrilling because doing more with less has others scratching their head trying to balance the equation as a fresh market allows for divergent thinking as people don’t know the rules they can’t be breaking. Why do I mention this? Simple:
We are living in times in which things can be birthed that could not anywhere else.
The honor of that is immense so if you’ve manifested here, now, to read this text then you may wish to flex your creative muscle and build something. It can range from a simple skill of how to whip up a dish you know will become a fave for those dining or learn another language as well as a billion other things. The sheer level of free information at the moment is immense but best believe a lot of that is getting censored, and quick, because anyone who was around in the Wild West days of the web will attest they’ve already tamed the beast and next step is when its housebroken. Thats what I mean about working within limits or not seeing the line until you transgress because whilst nothing may exceed like excess there is a certain thing to be said about the art of moderation and what it brings because if you constantly eat two spoons less than your fill you’ll never pad out a XXL nor would you need a gym to stay trim. Food for thought, scrape the dish as we take it up another octave:
Imagine you went to watch a flick and the very moment you sat down and prepped to munching you had perceived, in an instant, the plot, development, twists, turns and the rest where the fair Prince rides off into the sunset with his stable. Where is the thrill? Its missing. Absent. Well that, my friend, is life in the Fifth Dimension ergo something was killed so that we may live as its only from the womb of ignorance can one beget the true wisdom of gnosis which is, in the end, the only skill worth claiming as the problem with this real is that it can make even gods forgetful as they queue up for another spin of the fatal attraction called being human…
Will this level of freedom be possible when everyone belongs to everyone else, the net is on Twenty Four/Seven, and its monitoring your thoughts, vitals and the rest as you must bite that silicon cookie to access the magical web it spins across minds and dimensions by harnessing a few billion humans as remote distributed processing fueling a singular awareness that aims to ascend toward unity? Of course it won’t but thats where we’re headed. Note, not hearted, this is the last station for that particular resonance to do its thing as we’re veering into the lane of synthesis and approximation aka the reign of the left brain which controls the hand most write with. Speaking of which, what happens if you push the pen with another limb? Something pretty amazing, I’d bet. Why not give that a spin?
Imagine you went to go for a swim and decided to dip your toe in to check the water was clement. To you its a mere moment before you decide whether or not to plunge in but for the appendage that thrills at the change in element it forgets it was connected to a leg, heel and the rest as its set adrift on ignorance and believes its something else. No wonder we walk on our soles, yes? Everything is a hint as the Game is a puzzle, par excellence. Do the Knowledge, up your resolution and see what swims into focus because then, like now, a large part of you is still outside of the frame and dwells in other realms, non material. Sex highlights this best which is why its used to sell everything from life to death and all in between as you can’t go wrong with a bit of friction, it seems. But that mere genital sneeze that most engage in these daze (not a spelling mistake) is like knocking on the door in which your dreams live and running before what you seek comes answering. This is an immense topic but lets just say that there is a resonance that can be built when your sense of embodiment is fully present and not too busy engaged in putting on a performance to make them think you’re the best as you indirectly stare at what reflects for validation of the work you put in. That totally misses the boat, calling and station.
Too bad most people are psychopathic, as intended, because the above type of fronting and skimming the surface comes natural when you’re scared to death of looking within. That takes a type of tenderness the modern world kills dead before it even knows who or where it is. But that too is needed because if everyone were a King then would clean the toilets? Another reason to give the little man a great big hand because whilst I don’t hand out trophies for participation I know a diamond in the dirt when I see it as there is a certain type of grace and presence that emanates from within. Like I said, you have played many characters on this stage and will keep on doing until it clicks we’re inside a Game that is played by using our Souls as credits. When it does then it feels that even rocks are intelligent but their time frame is different ergo diamonds are not every girls best friend and most definitely a marketing invention controlled by a cartel to bilk the rest via ignorance and image. Like pretty much everything else in this realm, at present. I mean, how many fly girls get that their red hot bed did chill after she’d convinced him to throw a ring on it? On the flip what of the one sans bling that wanted the same but accepted far less yet, in the end, generated a different type of wealth in which the affection and resonance got more intense with each spring? It may sound crazy but does happen. The chances of this clicking with the current gen? Next to nil and that is by design and resonance hence depop till Twenty One Hundred is the song they’ll sing as they sex their semi synthetic robot companions.
“He’s not “Just like a human”, I’ll tell thee. He is the same as you and me”.
Sure, sure thing, Miss except a flesh and blood human doesn’t come with a Three Sixty jack hammer arrangement thats powered by reading your aug-chip and providing the thrill of a lifetime that mere carbon can’t whip. And yet, that too is by design hence what I said about the numbness because, to them, it will feel intense but will not climb the sacred helix of cojoined consciousness which simple tribespeople Knew well as that is how they handled it. Do you know how old school contraception worked? It went a little something like this:
Man and wife would regularly sex but he would only spill the seed when they wanted to create fresh skin to bring another Soul in. Because both were present and resonant (as opposed to roleplaying from inside their head in a state of disconnected acting) they would crest and wave with rhythms that were in sync with not only one another but the whole planet and this generates an internal state of bliss which meant way less conflict. Pairings were not done on looks but resonance and, quite often, the arrangements were handled by the head of the village who Knew what type of energetics he needed to bring in to sustain his collective reign with letting the staleness kick in. This also avoided things like inbreeding, huge chins and a whole host of genetic problems. Not to mention people were running around hopped up on orgasmic bliss which is how they climbed the fable tower of Babel you hear that fell and this is how it manifests in the end. The tongue they all spoke and used real well?
Body language.
For some this will be a straight line in Tetris moment and others will comprehend why a man or woman can seem attractive but have no sex appeal whilst another, not as classic or even reg, is simply overflowing with excess of energetics beyond the realm. A simple way to remember this is sex equals Spiritual EXchange and thus each fluid transfer or ran train creates an imprint in your waves which is a whole nother tale we may get into elsewhen as life really is quite beautiful when you’re beyond good and evil.
It doesn’t matter the stage of the Game or the number after the dot on the Range because some things never change and that is the mid. The Psylense. The zero point. The god with a thousand names and many scripts but all, in my lens, are mistranslations of a simple truth that can’t be read in any text or preached into a head via threats of hellfire and death or promises of grapes, I mean virgins, for doing as he said. No, it must be felt. To be more accurate, feltsensed as its transcends limits and thus one can’t F with the ineffable but it certainly is a trip as its akin to taking all the nuts you ever have, could and would’ve busted and blasting off from beyond this realm. Or, if you want a chemical equivalent (like a silicon husband) you can smoke some DMT instead. Difference is that takes you to a place you can’t visit without a ticket whereas the slow way that was cultivated from one life to the next is an on foot trip and we’re back to the Soul again which is what you inserted to play this Game as a credit in exchange for the flesh that you’re sporting. By the way, is your body ever hurting? If so you may want to check out this because its actually talking, like I said.
I have just spent 181 daze, consec, dodging bullets as a stranger in a strange land where people grin and are, yet, villains. If my life were a flick its around this juncture the one playing Morpheus would’ve chanted:
“He’s starting to believe”.
I know the movie said something else but do you really want to commence your innings by begging? We’re through the looking glass here, people. The black mirror as well because, once upon a when, the original Double Oh Seven used such things to communicate with “angels” at the behest of a ruler who flayed many natives in order to create an empire upon which the sun never sets. But, thats a different topic.
By degrees and increments it appears life has teased out a performance that has the higher dimensional rafters packed to the gills with spectators. Everything has more than a few meanings and its quite amusing how twin fish that swim in circles can be the symbol of liberation for the seeker who decodes the symbols so the lotus blossomed, exactly as intended. As I sit and reflect the gnosis which attests the power of imagination in all of this I cannot help but grin as the Path of Power is such thing that is laden with symbolism and images that are packed dense and present at a rate that the earthbound mind can’t comprehend and thus is shaped instead. Unless one learns to shift gears as they realize “govern ment” means steer from the rear along with the obvious mind control link hence the reference to Mr Anderson, off rip.
Every trick in the book was slung by them and deflected by the young Prince pushing the pen because its simply a case of unlearning what the System had taught him in order to gain cognizance as he busted out of the basement to comprehend that he may be in but most certainly wasn’t of this realm. A level above the level did the cheers ring as they welcomed him home with arms, wide open, against which no ill can prosper. Its a really, really strange state of affairs. Truly it is because, from this vantage, even those that conspired and schemed were – in the end – complicit assistants in his liberation as they possessed but a tiny fragment of the script that was presented like a magic trick from Ikea where its “Place here, do this, generate effect” shtick is a powerful form of theatrical deception against the uninitiated. But, as mentioned, the ox is where it begins and ends for this realm when it comes to spells and thus its critical for one resonant with such things to do the Knowledge in this spin as the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. Flip the script, unbind your wings, collect your slip before the jet as its delivered, on time, to your fingertips as you circumvent the customs and traditions in order to arrive where you left the picture of radiant health that glows from within.
“I Know Kung-Fu”.
That term means “Master of merit”, when translated and the way of this fist has exceptional depth and implications as the arts termed martial are actually built on a resonance far more sensitive as the first order of he who wishes to protect is to secure his Kingdom from any real or imagined threats. The latter is an imperative because once the Slaves comprehend the true depth of the sketch and how life is a training ground in deception that preps one coming face to faceless with the architects of the Matrix at the end of their spin the apocryphal words of Jesus that said:
“Step off, many leeches. I’m above your influence as the I am presence within is a gift from the Prime, the pre-existing and thus I reject your suggestions, false claims and dubious shenanigans that are akin to shadows on the wall of a cave called ignorance for I am far more powerful and haven’t truly inhabited this realm as much as you’re interlopers in my imagination that attempt to sell camera tricks via the lens of being human”.
If, however, in life all you have known is this then you, sadly, are among the dead who bury those like themselves. For those clinging to various hopes and coping mechs to sail across the abyss with a pool noodle of scripture to assist – I hope it works. Truly I do but if my vision of what truly goes in to a life built around liberation is correct then either I’ve taken the really hard way round during this victory lap in the skin or the fix is in and they need to keep as many Souls as they can get sealed in because each one is sipped for a special type of voltage which powers the psychospiritual treadmill of which the terrestrial one is a duplicate. Like I said, there are levels to all of this. 1/81 is the divine mathematics of the equation as this links in with the mass who are ignorant and the remainder of the division has 11%, complicit, with a force they Thunk is one thing but really is something else and the 8% they wage silent wars against with quiet weapons.
“Who are you going to believe? Me or your lying eyes?” when expressed by true Self takes on a new meaning as so many lives and incarnations have gone by in a click of the fingers via a world manipulated by a clique that are, in turn, played themselves by something which, in the end, doesn’t even exist. Ha! How’s that for a head trip.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
That much is for certain. Infinite recursion, eternal return or the simple nature of fractal. Call it what you will. The result is identical until one transcends the suggestions of a fixed perspective designed to obscure the blind spot in the mid that makes all possible. You are this. Comprehend.
I made it home safely with all delays or tricks used against prevented from manifesting, in all respects, as they were nipped in the casual realms and thus bought no effects or handled in the flesh using the best methods needed so the entire trip was relatively smooth sailing through the air and the rest which allowed one to breathe a sigh of relief. Little did I suspect that the true evil was about to reveal itself and I began to comprehend that I, battered, bruised and abused, was about to face my greatest Opponent and she was hell bent on my death and I’d known her since the cradle… And for what? To claim the price they’d laid on my head? Needless to say she failed to collect and just like the rest of the attempts I gained immense amounts of gnosis and leverage phi there are evidently those of a higher wavelength that champion the Prince and his endeavors and for their gifts and protection in my mission to uplift I am thankful.
They say in times of intense stress you fall back into your training and thus I rolled with the punches, kept my chest in resonance and sought refuge in a higher state of consciousness which means I am far greater than he who left to heed the call to adventure as sang by sirens and their kin with an intent to do me in whilst pretending to be the side of the family tree I’d never met… Mata Hari’s, par excellence, who wished to divert one on the road to Parnassus instead to things of a lower vibration which really is quite ironic when you fill in the gaps, do the Knowledge and comprehend that he who dances and sings the world in and out of existence is the eternal yogi whose presence saturates the globe with Inner Sense and thus the noiZ is repped by one who lost his head going against in a previous skirmish that still leaves him smarting from his forced exodus and lack of pigment. Blind men can’t see it. Did James sell his Soul? Did Bob refuse do the same thing? Is that what Dave meant when he said “Maybe the environment is a little sick?”. If so I can see why they rest zip their lip and don’t say a thing because the ODB said it best:
Hence they killed him. How long shall they rip our prophets from the tapestry of existenceas they force your attention to take in an attraction that is officially sanctioned but only one narrative from a list that is so immense that to comprehend the depth of deception is mind boggling. I can see why so many acquiesce and shoulder the ignorance of their parents instead as that devil is familiar and his whispers, accepted. Add on top of this a stranger in their midst that each Thunk is them via the voice in their head and you can tell the fix is in. Don Juan, of Castaneda fame, called out this trick but some attest that the author himself was a CIA agent with intent to manip and such meetings with remarkable men never happened as the whole point was to seed the collective consciousness with truth dressed as fiction. Shades of Harry Potter, yes? After all something that sells as well and is read like the Bible must scratch an itch, deep within, and this brings us to the Matrix:
The year is Nineteen Ninety Nine and, like Prince said, we are partying in a time that is far more innocent. Can you really think back to this and deny what I’ve said about traumatic mind control programming being the trick they deploy again and again to shape the consciousness of the individual and collective? None dare call it conspiracy but that is only because they sweep the evidence under the carpet of ignorance as to put together the pieces and see the pic would cause man to yell in enlightenment as he rushes back to the welcoming darkness and the grip of he who abuses them for his own profit and entertainment. This is the shadows depth that awaits one who does the Knowledge but lets get back to the motion picture flick:
The Matrix was a surprise hit that wove an ancient topic laced with metaphysic refs and more than a few red herrings along with some slick camera tricks that had never before been Witnessed by the plebs. Remember the quote about martial arts and its true definition as we tread on an alternate timeline you have the option of creating in which we were dealing with a far more powerful weapon with the intent of mass liberation, not deception. This tome presents as a book and it form requires the use of the greatest muscle man doth possess:
His imagination.
Look at the spell. I, magi, nation. Much like tell, lie, vision its hard to spot but easy to comprehend when said and, on this topic, the author of The Prince shared something of interest:
“Three types of minds decorate this realm. One comprehends using intuitive gifts. The other gets his drift when its pointed out to the them and the third shakes his head, rejects the wisdom and carries on as intended under the burden of ignorance. The first is excellent, the second acceptable and the last is a useless fool who is a tool of forces he refuses to comprehend”.
81/11/8 strikes again! Get in where you fit in as I’ve dodged so many bullets my spine and mind are as limber as it gets so to all who played their part in this trip my gratitude for the assist in actualizing my highest Self in the flesh which can now optimally conduct the voltage and resonance of that numinous I am presence that extends from the all of everything that has no true name or label hence I call it the Psylense as that is how its met, felt, perceived and resonant to one who has done the Knowledge. The timeline presented is, as you read, manifesting and when you hold the paper in your fingertips a lot about a bit will make way more sense as this site and its articles were nothing more or less than fiveplay for a text that’ll turn the Game you knew on its head and offer a new vantage instead because if six were nine and both did the Knowledge to comprehend the true nature of spin and principle of opposition then it becomes Self evident that what rests in the mid and makes all possible must be the all of everything and me, you and they are it, my friend.
Thats the secret of liberation, in essence and application. Enlightenment in one lifetime is no simple challenge. Neither is being true and authentic in a world that is hell bent on having you live a life of ignorance via a masked existence. When you heap on top of this a systemic and controlled evil that has rocked the cradle since I stepped in and unleashed much viciousness in order to attempt to prevent my awakening it becomes evident that we may have actually left Kansas a long, long time ago.
We’re through the looking glass here, people.
Listen, I have lived a life in which there isn’t any form of abuse which I haven’t tasted. Physical, sexual, emotional, astral, etheric, cognitive, spiritual, social and demonic. I could be down and depressed, shaking in fear and cowering as the flutes were unleashed last night in another attempt to bring my adventure to an end and yet I persist. Not for me, as I Know I’m immortal but for the rest, plugged in and suffering but numb to the obvious who believe this realm that may be hell is actually heaven sent and that, my friend, is the message for which I’m the messenger hence:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
I look at these factors as a challenge, a way to test my mettle from old friends turned Opponent who wish to make my last appearance in the Game exceedingly memorable and, at the same time, demonstrate what it takes to reach that same featherweight purity, honesty and integrity it takes to ascend and that is why the Path of Power is less traveled as the broad way is lit well and filled with people but the one to liberation is paved with thorns and has thieves, waiting, for their pound of flesh so let them have it. After all, that is the matter with spirit and what I’ve seen is only an outline of the true blueprint of what happens at death for one comes face to faceless with repressions and other energetic Patterns of awareness so I am very lucky that such a skilled team chose me and poured their wrath in as this, from a higher vantage, is testament of exactly how much they want me to win this Game we all play using our Souls as credits so if you take nothing else from my voluminous texts then comprehend:
When you’re going through hell, keep going. Keep going, my friend. There is either expansion or contraction, bloom or bust is the song one sings because standing still is regressing so I insist you keep on pressing because the Devil is in the details and you, in the end, are an aspect of the divine (aka pure consciousness) but Knowing this, in the flesh, can present quite the challenge if you didn’t refuse to acquiesce to the demands of spiritual terrorists that have control of this realm because all I can do is be real, in the end. Lets see how the chips distribute themselves because I’m betting against the house and gambling with my life on this spin.
Get free or thrive trying. As I have said, so it is, just keeping it as real as real gets as there is a light that shines from beyond this realm in the midst of darkness which I comprehend and each time it sweeps its numinous illumination over my inner realms I rearrange the pieces I possess into greater coherence hence the statement that today is the day I won the lottery is not understated but stands as testament instead to the guidance of the Prime, the pre-existing, the perfect of which I am an aspect manifested into the flesh to say what I’ve just said, raw and unfiltered.
Every single one of us is born with a script. Will is actually much less freer than you suspect and, in a burst of the ironic, actually quite expensive to get to grips with. What do I mean? Simple:
You have heard the phrase “Born under a bad star”, yes? It is actually exceedingly accurate because a) we’re inside a fractal and b) there are levels to this plus c) consciousness is all that exists. Take the above, blend into a fine puree and filter through the few pounds of fat in your head that invests everything on a tiny, tiny slice of the EM spectrum and its own brand of ignorance and you have the perfect recipe for making a modern human that Knows not its elbow from rear end but attempts to sprint along a treadmill to fulfill its whims. I know what you’re thinking:
“Well, if thats their script then whats the problem eh? Riddle me this Mr Run on Sentences”.
Well, this is where resolution comes into the mix. Imagine a signal that sends out the motion pic of your life with all the bells and whistles but you’re decoding it on a rickety old black and white big booty TV set with one speaker busted and loads of static. Now compare that to the full on home cinema imperience and tell me which one you’d prefer to live? Thats the difference. Everyone will run the treadmill, its like standard equipment which signals you’re unaware of the options.
Have you ever went to school with someone that grew up to excel? One who knocked it out of the park and did something most never suspected or expected? What about the “Damn, homie. In high school you was the man, homie!” tale where the captain of the football team peaked, real quick, and then got fat and enjoyed a drink. The end. Ain’t nothing more after this because every year is but a retread. That describes most peoples lives real well, doesn’t it?
Me? Things happened, back when, that were so horrific that my protective mechanisms folded in on themselves to strike the testimony from the record and it was only when I decided to look in that the System struck back and heaped more trauma pon my head that sent me reeling as they attempted to discourage such things. Problem is I’m as subtle as a brick and just won’t be dissuaded so I continued to persist in examining my resistance to certain things and life just kept on upping the ante till I’d ran out of chips and was gambling with my flesh instead as I simply had to Know. This was beyond a mere win. This was madness with its fine grip that often gives rise to genius if one manages to dance along the edge without falling in. I was now, officially, on a quest for emancipation and rewards like recollections of past lives, the gnosis I’m immortal, glimpses of higher dimensions and the nature of the forces at the helm that control this dimension all flooded my awareness so with these skills on deck I feel like I’m well equipped to speak on such things, yes?
After all, they’ll never, ever mention them on any syllabus that is designed to keep you locked in to that low quality signal where you miss half the lyrics, mangle the rest with wrong meanings and generally accept the noiZ of static over the pristine Psylense and its pure message you once Knew, real well, before they did a number on your head. That is what I’m saying, my friend.
After all of these events. The things I’ve seen and Witnessed, I look at the hand I was dealt and realized it was all etched in a script. Quite literally one could predict various things before they happened due to what I’ve termed realities programming language and it mad ironic that thing gnosis is, literally, in front of your dish. I mean, haven’t you ever considered how strange it is that ancient cultures all agreed that Saturn was repped by a black cube and was linked with time and space and, right now, you’re using a single flat plane of that shape to transverse the same thing? Thats what I mean by scripted, my friend. Resolution as well because if you Knew the Ledge you’d draw the links that your subcon clicks as Self evident but then that would mean comprehending you’ve been Adulterated to make you Thunk like this and accept the treadmill which could be said as the main event for this stage of the Game we all play by using our Souls as credits.
I mean, don’t you think thats pretty wild? I do. Recently I comprehended that the ones at the helm placed me in this life either for punishment or as a way of testing my mettle. Could also be due to this being my last spin and they really wanted to give me a gift due to how much they’d swing and miss with the near constant attacks and threats to my flesh which, in the end, simply sparked an old gnosis to come roaring in from the wings and save my life, now and then, when things got real thick. Soul, don’t leave the 8th dimension without it!
If you do then you may just have a problem and its called “The Baby Brain“. This pesky little thing is vital when it comes to modulating your consciousness, like a trick, and keeping you plugged into this realm from the lens that it sets and says is the only option. Hint, it isn’t. There are plenty of other ways to see except those at the helm prefer to keep this secret hence why all the witches and such things that knew about altered states of awareness and ultra dimensional perception were hounded to death and killed as their concepts were called, alternately, devilish or ridiculous. And yet one of the most common sensations in this realm is the one, ten out of ten, that has you turn around and Know who was staring. What if, like me, you trained such “blips” since back when? What would happen then? What if your internal lexicon refused the spell of “coincidence” and chose to go in, see dense instead? Like I said, it all makes sense if I’ve been doing just this for many, many incarnations as each life reps a challenge and the treadmill a side quest which is designed to be hypnotic. Let me give you a real life example to help sell the concept:
Bobby Brown is, in my ears, a once in a lifetime talent. We, collectively, saw him develop around a fifth of his potent. All of this happened due to a relationship that bought more sadness and tragics than laughter and gladness but, if you asked him, he’ll probably say it was for the best and point to his kids, some other events and say “Thats how it is”. If, on the flip, I could invent a machine that hit him with the Be Kind, Rewind effect in which we saw him fully actualize his potential and the life that that brings he would dip, in an instant, to live out that timeline instead because something so real and visceral calls out within when you come face to face with this gnosis. You can test it, right now, by asking a simple question:
On a scale of one to ten are you the best or wackest version of your Self?
Notice how you Knew, in an instant, where you sit on the scale with ten being all singing, all dancing, firing on all cylinders and one being a schlub who puts the least possible effort in and sort of blindly fumbles through life with no true sense of direction or will beyond living for amusement and or paying the bills.
They don’t work because they’re external but most people who “make it” are truly faking it as they don’t want to admit the nature of the trick that pimped them. Plus they can now afford a better class of distractions anyway. Thats the true nature of the confidence trick that can have you selling millions of records and then smoking crack in your mansion as you evaporate your potential due to linking up with someone who generates a fatal attraction by being just as broken and knowing naught but acceleration as the rest of the gnosis was kept hidden. By whom, exactly? Welcome to the fingerprints of the hidden hand, my friend, aka the Slave/Masters, in full effect.
It also means that whatever I’m saying needs to be said at this juncture or intermission because anyone with a brain knows that Whitney was murdered as the whole thing dripped with ritual symbolism and the “coincidence” of what happened to her child as well beggars belief but the power of the treadmill is they’ll tell you what to Thunk and most accept the script because they’re used to taking orders and not doing the Knowledge. Maybe now the rest starts to make more sense because this whole stage and way its played is a man made creation in comparison to the true blueprint over which they sketched some late additions like Axel Foley and his Beverly Hills building inspection in which some experience and BS was all it took to finesse the rest into giving him a place to live for next to nothing because if they want to live in a donut then thats up to them. Actually a Torus field would be more accurate and those who can ride the fractal may just draw the link between that, the alphabet and what glistens overhead plus why cows are sacred.
If you did then that means you’re getting the full home cinema imperience or, when flipped, the hidden god reveals himself but thats a deeper topic. For now the question is is it worth sitting in a situation you detest or dare ye take the risk to find fulfillment and, quite possibly, mess up everything that makes you miserable as you know, in the end, it simply isn’t working to bring the best to the table. For many this Journey is a bridge too far and thus they will sadly languish on the lowest rung of the totem and dream of, one day, becoming a power animal whilst those at the apex choose instead to feast on your potential because what you don’t claim in the Game goes straight to them hence why this is hell and you’re dead when seen from a true lens but that, once again, is a much deeper topic than this because one cannot leap from a static filled tiny CRT set up to a quite large Four K in their dish as the shift is too immense hence there is a need for gradients as many attempt to ascend on the vertical axis, well hidden, and ended up as in patients with depot injections being pumped in as that is but a side effect of the treadmill and one of the greatest tells thats its all artificial yet so well accepted that to question it is outsane.
