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

Fantasy Expressed As Reality.

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

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

Fear = Fantasy Expressed As Reality.

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

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

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

“This is the way to be”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fear = Fantasy Expressed As Reality.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Let me clear something up for you, real quick:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aha!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Change, like tomorrow, is something often spoken of but rarely seen. The truth of the deal, my friend, is that you are always on the threshold of change. How you approach it is what determines your success because the Game – start, during and end – is mental. Check it:

Once again the golden circle speaks truth, eternal. As before the aim for those who wish to raze your potential is to ensure you either blue or red shift and thus miss whats in the mid and all you truly possess in this realm. This is the equivalent of either busting your nut, premature, or coming up with a come back when the rest left and you’re laying in bed at Two AM by your Self. Tell me this doesn’t tickle something subtle, deep down within? The really real has a tendency of doing this, yes? Some react with stress and feel its presence is a threat to their boring yet predictable existence filled with things to which they’re accustomed whereas others yell with glee and exclaim, happily, that this freedom is what they seek:

“Just the ticket for me!” as they dive in head first, both feet or a belly splash, freely. It matters not as they are present, entirely and this creates waves which can then lead to other things. Let me tell you something that makes the Opponent sweat:

The vertical axis. As you have probably guess that spells hides within the term “green” but in French which has its own importance but is beyond the scope of this text. I just want you to think different about these spells and start decoding instead of the opposite as that is seen as standard in the Valley of the Plebs but you, my friend, comprehend the chosen ones choose themselves and thus set Self fulfilling prophecies into motion that can’t help but lift the rest of the ships around them…. This vertical axis spins beyond this dimension because the golden circle is a constant, everywhen. Once accessed and resonant you can do some pretty amazing things on this flying carpet as its directly linked in with the all of everything that every religion purports to worship. Imagine their reaction when they discover they are it and the rest was an elaborate trick wrapped in a distraction with shiny bits of blue and red thrown in to see who clicks the difference and chooses the correct resonance? Its a cosmic wheeze, I tell thee. One that makes blood red seas with what has spilled from innocents so I’ll let you guess the nature of the intent at the helm that keeps this hidden…

You are always on the threshold of change. Remember this. Fifty One/Forty Nine is most accurate as you’re either hearting up or heading down. Keep this in your awareness. Check in, now and then, and you’ll be able to tell, real quick, what is your current wavelength then you can reverse engineer the steps and choose a new resonance which, just like this, rearranges your perspective and opens up new options. A real life example:

A friend has been wracking their head over something that has them stressed to bits. They decide to swing by for some tea and biscuits. You notice the sketch and offer some wise counsel. They outline what kicks and, in an instant, you present a fresh perspective that is the solution they’ve been seeking. A weight is lifted. A smile is found upon lips and the rest of the visit is spent in happy conversation as the problem has vanished.

A very common situation, yes? How many have stopped to decode the process? Not many, I’d bet. See, it comes down to feathers and anvils, my friend. As the image attests, one is heavy the other isn’t. You can class these concepts as the emotions we apply to the thoughts in our head and how they, in turn, form our perspect for the reality tunnel we dig. When a friend peeps in they have none of them and thus view a larger dataset from which they can pick and choose better options. You can, if you wish, perform the same for Self once you become Centered as you choose to ditch the weights and see the Game for what it is. This is all a part of the Warriors lexicon as we are, if nothing else, masters of the emotional spectrum and thus are aware that what spins is consciousness with labels and thus its all a negotiation. Thats what makes life really interesting and if you throw in some resurrected Inner Sense as well then things get amazing pretty quick as the old glow shines again and one becomes quite curious as to what the heck is happening in this realm…

Consider this time last year and the thoughts in your head. Probably stressing about a thing or ten that now, in retrospect, mean not a thing. See, feathers and anvils strike again! This time its in their natural environment. We are just using the same distance so in order to scramble the energetics, like the above example, you may view it like this:

“My boss is really causing me stress about this task and how I must perform or its the end of my time in the establishment that I worked so hard to get in. Then my folks will be disappointed, my girl – gone with the wind and thats before I mention…”.

And on and on went the whining which we put a stop to, real quick.

“Here, shove this biscuit in your cakehole instead and contemplate. The first part is accurate, the rest is wishful thinking so lets take that scene in your head with closed eyes and look at it. Make it black and white, turn it upside down now. Make those cartoon ripples happen in it, push it off into the distance with the volume dipping as, finally, it explodes into nothingness”. She grinned as she did this and slightly nodded her head.

“OK, now for the task in hand, lets leap aheart a few steps and pretend your boss is saying you did really well and how the work is above and beyond what he said and totally unexpected as everyone is raving at this immense talent he has on deck. Can you imagine this?”. She slid into the vision and I noticed her posture shift as she sat more erect with a little smirk of confidence, starting, from her lips. “Now, I want you to look at the article you penned and read what it says”.

“I’ve got it!”. She said and came back to awareness.

That is the power of the golden circle, my friend, as using this simple thought imperiment we traveled someplace else and on this Journey she went and bought back the inspiration needed by sidestepping the red and blue shifts of stress and denial. Then she went and did it and unfolded as expected. If the above seems too hard for you at the moment then its only because your imagination has rusted due to years of not playing so start lubricating its flex and see what happens next. Try the bouncing tip because whilst she wasn’t upto forty five minutes yet (which is where the magic happens) at the time of talking she was averaging around twenty seven every other day and thus her internal OS was being updated, quick, with all types of gifts and skills. Obviously, as the example attests, old habits had no wish to die on the hill of change and thus were quite slick in how they attempted to slink their claws back in to her consciousness which is why its wise to defuse the Patterns there and then by thinking different instead ergo some guidance tends to help if you can’t maintain the flex as you first learn to step on the Path you create by walking.

This is also the reason my site states that there are no accidents in this realm, just opportunities, my friend. Is it all starting to make sense as I live my lyrics because without this application of gnosis there is no way in hell I’d have survived what kicks to bring me to this realization as one needs to shift between liquid, gas and solid – at whim – as they are same in essence, different in application and is all vibration in the end because the message and the medium have a power, immense, that is constantly at your fingertips as we render reality as we expect based on nearly limitless potential. By the way, don’t think I believe in the Secret or any of that MILFy madness as such is the disease of privilege and wishful Thunking. Take it away, Dave:

There are basic needs and other things like energetic components to which one has access which are prerequisites to make what you’re baking as how many cakes can truly claim to shift without a rising agent, sugar and eggs? See what I’m saying? Its why you often need to break a bigger gamble down into smaller risks akin to attuning via increment until you’ve crossed off certain things on your list and now ready to go equipped and handle the bigger task which then leads to a refinement that ups your resolution as you seek another dragon to slay instead of walking around on the work, buy, consume, die side quest that has 81% of the planet in a state of hypnosis that they dare not question as they are fully red or blue shifted and thus not Centered in Self. Most of them will die (or kill) to protect their investment at the behest of the voice in their head they Thunk is them and that, in the end, is their problem so let the dead bury the dead as my Warriors comprehend the Game I’ve just laced them with as they undo themselves and make better choices via applying these principles.

Till we meet again

At this very moment, how is life speaking to you? Before one can hear the Psylense they must listen the noiZ and what it says. A great way to differentiate that which comes from within to the external is just to pause, reflect and see what kicks in your life as it is. Is your boss riding you? Did you get a parking ticket? Did you sit down to breakfast and find there was no toy in your cereal and that made you sad as you’d been looking forward to the treat and the silver lining it brings to your otherwise monotonous way of living?

Take a sec, push the pen. Create an inventory of life and its signals then feelsee what its saying. How do you interpret the boss situation? Does it make you seem less than human? That could mean you aren’t standing up for yourself which could free associate back to a similar deal with your parents where you wanted to skateboard but they chose ballet instead and went against your will. The parking ticket could mean its time to up sticks and move because thats dead weight sitting and its getting expensive to tread stale water in a place you detest hence the rage you felt at the bespectacled pleb actually has its origin someplace else and he just stepped in to manifest a message you refuse to comprehend. As for the toy, well I was being facetious there but it also contains a hint that you think life does what it says on the tin when, in reality, there could be errors of production, faulty expectations and a general sense of ignorance at play in the situation. Just think, someplace else someone who gives not an F or has very little stress hit a “Woah!” with a grin as two toys dropped into his grip in a way most unexpected.

In that respect the universe has perfect balance and, in the end, its all about your relationship to your ignorance. As you may have spotted in the past few articles we’re getting full swing into the whole Path of Power thing and upping your resolution as I’m quite certain that he who does just whats outlined, in basic, will gain a far higher resonance of Self than anything else they’ve attempted, back when. I know, thats a big statement but just think about what kicks under the surface when the little part of you that Thunks actually comes face to faceless with the unfinite potential of Inner Sense as that is the aim of this as you undo your programming and actualize your potent. That, to me at least, is when the Game truly begins as all of this work, buy, consume, die is for the plebs as its so boring and predictable. The Journey within the depths of your awareness is, however, most intense as there are elements in the mix that are non-corporeal and manifest either as phantoms of consciousness or overlays in anothers presence that, once met, flip the script on where we are and why I’ve said that heaven and hell are here. Its simply a question of wisdom and ignorance as you may have been raised in an isolated village that sells Faka-Cola as the real thing but one sip from your friend that was visiting means you click that what you were listening to on AM actually has an FM option that is way more resonant. Obviously the eternally curious Warrior, after having one upped his consciousness, then asks:

“Wait a sec? If we went from A to FM does that mean CD is next where I decide what plays and how it manifests? Surely that hints that there is also a streaming option with unfinite tracks as well along with a potential live performance in the flesh?”.

Here is where things get interesting as the universal constant (and what extends beyond this realm via the Vertical Axis) is what I’ve termed the Psylense aka the all of everything or the cloud of undifferentiated sentience from which we fell as rain drops of developing consciousness before being frozen and formed as little human snowmen who were scared to death of melting via a System that programmed them via traumatic mind control conditioning. Whew!

Now, my Path to this realization wasn’t simple. It never is but, on this occasion, the sheer amount of thorns and obstacles they paved it with made it seem more than personal and caused me to suspect that it was the very last thing they wanted anyone to accomplish. The thing with accepting the job nobody wanted is the reward it brings is immense as you literally get to write your own ticket – as anyone in demand with a skill that can’t be replicated will attest. Thats the dude who turns up at company meetings dressed exactly as he wishes with no kowtowing needed as he does what you can’t and thus plays the Game on a higher stage but, make no mistake, its still within the frame because all things come to an end. Except the unfinite and you are this, my friend. Hence why gnosis is how we play to win because in every phase of the Game it remains constant as the still point in the mid around which everything spins and one can be red or blue shifted from the golden circle of Inner Sense but that never ends well as you were either lead by the nose or whipped on the end that bought up the rear and had you yelping as you ran the treadmill from one life to the next.

Some heavy Game I’m lacing here but not an anvil in site as my Soul is featherlight and thats the trick, see? Only what stepped in may exit at the end as your sense of attachment (based on ignorance) is what keeps you in the mix and wearing new flesh after having your mindwiped and plugged in to a new shell thats developing. Says every single NDE dude, ever:

“I can’t call it. It was dark, there was a tunnel and a light at the end. People filled with affection were waiting and then I woke up again in my old life. What do you think happened?”.

I’ll let you tell it but it should be obvious, yes? Its not rocket science, is it? By the way does anyone else laugh at how people ever believed we went to the moon using such rickety ass tech, back when? Not saying I’m a denier or anything but what if, I suspect, they had to sell the image and have it accepted in order to finally be able to develop the true manifestation in later gens? A point worth pondering when it comes to human imagination and the power within because the greatest war that rages is in your head and its all for your attention and where its invested… The world is, after all, a stage and theatrical deception is where they excel for the light shines not in the Valley of the Plebs as they can’t comprehend the depth of the trick that holds them in its grip.

How is life speaking to you?

What has it been saying? Are you constipated? That often hints one is holding onto old things just like IBS signals that which hasn’t been digested from back when. In both cases they saw startling responses and shifts once they’d looked within and clicked what their flesh was telling them and nobody who pimps pills, ills and problems will ever, ever mention this. Slave/Masters hate him! Wake up, sheeple. The fix is in and its been kicking since before Moses was fitted from those pants that end near the thigh. What if, historically, we’re a race of giants that have been trained to kneel at the feet of midgets? What then? Birds raised in a cage Thunk flying is a sickness and yet if we take the next gen and provide an option between what their parents accepted and what springs from within how long do you think it would take before the old fables are forgotten and the unfold a new mission which is far more coherent with their own natural gifts?

Can you see why the reality tunnel must be dug to the spec of the architect who controls this realm because, if not, the whole thing falls apart. Maybe now you can guess why they want me dead and there have been so many failed attempts on my life that I stopped counting, back when, and started noting what death was saying instead as I mapped the details of this figment of my imagination. What? I’m immortal. Know ye not that ye are gods, amnesiac? Would you rather John Wick as a piece of fiction, presented, or pick resonance with whats lit and cannot be extinguished as its not of this realm but simply visiting? Those who can intuit will have clicked the force of which I’m speaking that keeps these men who would be kings (or “gods”) in check as without this quiet threat they’d have taken over the asylum, direct. Instead they are content to pimp your free will and play the long con instead. Dangerous combination, cons and chess aka the checkerboard effect because its all based on One and Zero. The rest simply do not exist. Ranging from breathing out and in, sperm and egg, light and darkness as well as the basis of programming language and everything else there is simply the Psylense and the noiZ engaged in a dance. Or battle. Dance battle! Yay!

One moves smoother than silk in ways that appear mysterious and impossible to those plugged in to the others creation as he, poor sap, has no rhythm. Plenty of spasmodic jerking and low frequency things like Twerking as he uses sex as a weapon and intends to pull everyone down to his base resonance as this stage is the only time he truly exists hence why Techno Sapiens are waiting in the wings to hitch a lift as this “artificial intelligence” is actually an old demon in new skin made of silicon hence why you’ve been programmed, real well, to “turn on” tech so that sex with robots seems inevitable. Anyone who speaks against or says they’re less than human will be worse than Hitler himself as humanity is set adrift on a mildly psychedelic bliss for the next level of this Game we play using our Souls as credits and they’ll look at us as we do cavemen:

Primitive.

Except that isn’t true for those before were way more intelligent and present as they built massive monuments with loads of info encoded in for their descendants to click what truly kicks as they elevate their consciousness by doing the Knowledge. Like I said, some things are constant and whereas you walk and talk – they sang and danced. Imagine the difference in the planet and its denizens then you’ll get what I said and exactly who has a problem with the Prince kicking these lyrics to the same potential thats within because ain’t a thing changed when it comes to Inner Sense. Except the Adulteration. They hate you too. Kind of strange, what this Game will do to you and how few have a clue about who they are and the intent at the helm. I guess thats why I manifested at this moment and lived the life I did to get to this point of resonance because sometimes you’ve got to get up close and personal in order to beat the Devil but, I’ll ask again, did James sell his Soul to get on up? The linked vid in article certainly made it seem like he did. What if I told you you’d already done the same but for far less? What if this force was the same that manifests as the voice in your head and, at this moment, is telling you to ignore this garbage and do something else? What then? See why I said that many are called but only the chosen pick themselves?

Some beef is everlasting but thats only because the sacred cow they’re presenting is plastic. Ironic. Tomorrow people, where is your past? Why don’t you know the true history of the planet? Better yet why is “my story” a mystery whilst His is well read? Well, not mine because I’ve done the Knowledge but yours, my friend. So, once again, how is life speaking to you? Whats its saying? Can you decode the underlying meaning and symbol? Create your own personal myth. Stop being stuck on a side quest you didn’t pick and develop your script as you were born to be a main character and not just pretending via a world of filters and fake followers on the web. Leave that mess. Get really real. Of course, that can hurt as one must be willing to feel all the pain in your veins that you need to embrace to the win the Game otherwise a one way ticket to a hell that seems heaven sent is all you’ll get as you pop out from between the legs of another Venus but thats a deeper topic.

Till we meet again

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.

Till we meet again

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:

The Warriors.

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.

The grift never ends.

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”.

She wasn’t wrong. The question is, do I have any use of the truth?

Till we meet again