Enlightenment and Ego Wounds

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.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Daily Proof of the Demiurge

For those that don’t know:

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?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Old Scores, Past Lives

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:

I want you to pretend you are the god of this realm.

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:

“Why is it that when I intently stare at the back of someones head they turn around and look, ten times out of ten?”.

“Beats me” said the rest as they knew this one was full of strange questions.

“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?”

“The Game of Souls, my friend, and right now it has you in its grip and won’t relent as it keeps feeding a wavelength designed to keep you locked in which is why you abandoned the trek to obtain gnosis which could’ve shook your life down to its very foundations and actually made you feel something”. He looked perplexed.

“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…

Till we meet again

The Beauty of Life

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?

Sometimes thoughts will not be constrained by the frame of the Game. Sometimes one must transcend in order to achieve greatness for genius hits a target that the average cannot comprehend but then there is something to be said about the sheer sensation and thrill that comes from the power of limits. Take sampling, for example:

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…

There is a subtle blueprint that is etched into everything but, much like silence behind music, its hard to detect but its absence is obvious. Just like the film example you’d hear a whole load of noiZ but no Psylense and thus there is a dance, a rhythm if you will, to this and its all part of the creation in which the Game is about to shift to another level for the playthings that have no idea they’re just this or what it means to flip the script and veer off the track which is beaten into their heads by years of conditioning. Stop and think:

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.

“Whats this?” I hear you questioning. Simple:

Being Centered in Self.

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.

Till we meet again

Satanic Ritual Abuse – My Story

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.

Take a calculator, divide 1 by 81. See what you get. In many ways thats the true solution to the problem of being human as this energetic Pattern underpins this realm. Forty Two, as they said, is a clever distraction which links rainbows, perception and your friendly gas giant as well that forms the end of the Matrix. Thinking about it, Morpheus was actually an agent that lulled Neo into a false state of gnosis with Trinity doing her bit to assist thanks to the suggestions furnished by one who insists you accept cookies to access what she sells and tells in ways, cryptic. Were they simply ignorant or actually complicit? I’ll let you call it because the simple fact of the matter is that Smith was on him, off rip, and eventually this type of attention can’t help but bring an awakening as its like a corn kernel that pops and flips its lid – thus losing its programmed mind to come to its natural senses as it unwraps the gift of the present moment that usually is presented shrouded in dread, stress and coping mechs. No wonder so many potential Merovingians walks the halls of insane asylums as well as the hint that one eventually becomes what they stand against if they are not careful. Is that because absolute power corrupts everything or is it speaking on the fact that there are but so many parts in the Game and we shall, in the end, play all of them before we leave this realm?

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.

We’re through the looking glass here, people. The resolution leap is so immense that the old adage of:

“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 existence as 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.

Till we meet again

Born With a Script

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.

That, my friend, is the treadmill in full effect. Its designed to hide your potential by offering you “supposed to” boxes instead. “Tick this and feel content. You too can wield the signs and symbols of success”. Let me tell you something:

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.

If knowledge is power then doing the Knowledge makes one a god among men and when seen from this lens a lot of modern religions start looking real funny in the light hence why I question who is at the helm and they, true to form, plot and plan to have me dead but here we are as I’m still living my lyrics and the coal of awareness I once possessed now shines like the diamond body of illumination that will rise out of this mess at the end of the spin thanks to the applied use of practical metaphysics. If it wasn’t scripted, if these components weren’t gifted then what I’ve done so far would be, frankly, impossible as its not just conducting the voltage but using it without frying your circuits. Madhouses are filled with last chance heroes that crashed and burned on a set of wings that weren’t properly strapped in.

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.

Till we meet again

Wake Up to the Truth, Sucka

I’m going to put this in as simple terms possible with no metaphysical abstractions or higher dimensional fractals:

The world as it stands exists solely to pimp you and the immense wealth of resources you have within.

If you can truly comprehend this then there is no further need to read anything else I’ve said because you should then be capable of making the shift to up your resonance and make better decisions as you remove the world that was pulled over your eyelids, back when. If you’re not there yet then lets set a seed of intention:

Everything I present is a strong opinion, loosely held.

You’ve heard that attachment is the cause of suffering, yes? The lesser mentioned prequel is that ignorance is the cause of attachment. Ponder that one at depth and see if you comprehend the sketch because if this entire realm, myself included, takes place inside your awareness then who or what can you lose but a false concept that made you Thunk you’re the flesh and not to the Soul that animates it. For Soul, read consciousness as they are one and the same thing in my paradigm.

Basically, the most expensive thing in this realm is attention and that is why you “pay” it, dig? Wake up to the truth, sucka. They’re all in on it because, like Carlin said, the gang is quite big but like to move in silence as they prefer to stay hidden behind the curtain. Well, that day is coming to an end and, sooner or later, you’ll have to face that you and your ancestors have been naught but meat puppets dancing on strings. Harsh words, I know, but there is no nice way of telling people they’re invested in a deception and, right now, your mind is being mined from within by a force you don’t comprehend but Thunk is native. What am I speaking of? The voice within.

You aren’t it. If you were you wouldn’t be able to listen to it, comprehend? What you are is far more subtle and numinous but you need to up your res to see the bigger pic and how you fit into all of this because consciousness is primary ergo this funfair of the flesh wouldn’t be anything but a potential unless you stepped in to take the ride of your life. Caution: The baby brain is dangerous as it generates amnesiac gods who believe they’re human and can’t wait to insert their Soul for another spin of this Game we’re playing whilst paying the price of ignorance. I mean, who keeps sending prophets and why? Forget the religious squabbles and dissent (which is nothing but another control mech used by the System to prevent mass awakening) to ponder this at depth. If it was all peaches and cream in this land, which it ain’t – even a blind man can tell, but did James sell his Soul to get on up? – then what the hell is happening? That is the question – why does something, periodically, send in one who manifests as flesh carrying a message of higher sentience that generally says:

“Wake up to the truth, sucka. Treat another as you would your Self as they are, in the end, and until you comprehend this your other option is to enjoy the ass whuppings the System presents”.

What happens after this is murky, at best. Some say they ascend, others state they went back home and raised their children and many posit they never even existed and its a huge fairy tale. Whatever your wish, strip your faith to above sentence and tell me if that rendition is not far off the target but in a more brusque dialect. Let me prove it:

If you went somewhere and this big, burly man smacked you in the dish, turned you upside down, emptied your pockets and told you you’d better pay again the next time he met you’d go out of your way to avoid him, yes? What if, instead of this, he transmogrified into an array of pickpockets that came, at stealth, and lifted a couple of dollars here and a few cents there whilst you were distracted? Would you even notice or simply wonder where your money went? What if the whole world was his target and his agents, the 11%, were well connected with scripts and things of what you’d find attractive in order to best present their deal which often has you on the losing end without realizing it? Victim, meet your Opponent or, on the reg, it looks like this:

You were born whole and coherent in a state I call Inner Sense. Life, back when, was very different. Then the System got its hands on you, your parents said two words (at least) that ruined your vibe and its got steadily worse and worse since then until now you sit, Adulterated. A mere shell of your true Self who generally detests their existence (if stripped of coping mechs) but is petrified to do anything as you’ve been trained to sit in a state of learned helplessness as you amuse your (false) self to death. The end. Or not as you’re mindwiped and slammed back in the flesh. Ah heck, I said I wouldn’t get metaphysic well thats about as hard as ice melting and not comprehending that it was once water, flowing and how the next logical step of amperage involves the ascent to the steam from which it fell aka immortality, the illusion of life and death of ignorance. Where are you on this progression at the moment? Keeping it even realer:

You are kept constantly distracted, tired and compliant to whims you don’t fully comprehend by this grand variety of thieves that are looting your attention any way they can. Remember, if they just came and mugged you you’d either scarper, fight back or do something else to raise awareness of this public menace. Instead they dress the iron fist in a glove made of silk and delicately finger you each moment they get. Yes, that suggestive metaphor is on purpose because you’re most certainly getting F’d. Look, in the Fifties Richie Cunningham and his clique could keep a family fed and dressed with just one man working. Now you have both parents stressed to death, paying someone else to raise their kid and the ends still ain’t meeting but, on top of this, they’re busy fronting on the medes that their life is the best and picture perfect. If that doesn’t describe a society in psychosis unaware of the predator in their midst then I don’t know what will. The trick is seeing it but that is also the hardest challenge on this particular level of the Game. For those who do, the rewards are immense as you can reclaim your ticket out of this realm and, let me tell, this world is like a pimple on a fat girls bottom in comparison to that which is less dense. That said, it serves its purpose as its the only place one can take ignorance and turn it into gnosis because here that flame can be nearly totally extinguished. Great for sending electric bills and selling bulbs and such things but not quite the best for those who seek more than the treadmill with its “Work, buy, consume, die” mindset.

They conquer by first dividing. The initial cut was the deepest and is still weeping. That of you from your Inner Sense. Pick your hand that isn’t the usual you write with and push the pen. There is the evidence of the child you left behind, back when, as you tried so hard to fit in to the System and its conditioning as you were scared to death your parents would withdraw their affection if you didn’t do well on the test or something. Heal that wound, watch the rest change. Start off with a dialogue, say Hi to this aspect and see what it has to say. That alone can be intensely enlightening. To hide this pain the world will do such strange things, like all types of conflict and blame creation as well addictions and the rest. It all stems from the fact that you, once, were totally comfortable in your skin and then something happened which ejected you from the Kingdom and now we get to this where I’m wondering if the plastic surgery generation will hate their kids for reflecting back the features they tried to erase from existence? Like I said, nutty as a platoon of wombles dipped in LSD armed with an M Sixteen and no safety. Thats humanity. Outsane, isn’t it?

Think of it like a pyramid. If the eye in the sky tells the ones in the mid to divide the others beneath them by using a nice, tidy script they’ll never, ever comprehend the pickpockets in their midst whilst they’re yelling and chanting as they protest that the other side is the problem. They aren’t. You are. Specifically your ignorance of Self and its multifaceted aspects of awesomeness that current rest within like a diamond covered in the filth of what you know you know because Simon Says… Wake up to the truth, sucka. Or do you need more time on the tit before you realize you’re getting bilked? OK, let me sprinkle some Game on your wavelength:

You pledge your allegiance to whatever you wish but its usually a sign or symbol wrapped in tradition but do you truly know the higher intent? I commented how people, back when, sold their Souls to a corporation by clicking “Accept” and thus the Devil always is, was and will be in the details. The sting in the tale is always at the end as ignorance is binding to the wheel of time hence once must kill their illusions but how can you do that if you Thunk they’re truth, said? Aha! That is the riddle the 11% set by dividing you from within so you cling to your beliefs like a brick without realizing they’re inherently limiting, need bloodshed to defend them and have never, ever made anyone feel a sense of liberation in the flesh. Wake up to the truth, sucka. And, by the way, I’m not just talking about religion. It can be “When I get Instafamous/super rich” or just a plain old relationship for you incels. Coping mechs come in all forms and factors but most are strictly off the peg as the same System that broke you furnished you with them via its media wing. Remember the octopus blueprint. One command unit, many limbs. Fighting it is irrelevant as you can’t overpower it but when you comprehend it feeds on your attention you can choose to starve it instead. Comprehend that each and every member of your bloodline has labored in ignorance of this threat in their midst which picked their energetic pockets clean on each spin. You, at this moment, are as lucky as you can get for even being able to hear what I’m saying on such a mass scale with relative ease as well. The question is, what are you gonna do about it?

If you have ever achieved a dream or wish you can admit that it didn’t quite change everything as you expected, did it? After the false glow dimmed you were still the same old pleb but, now, with a new trinket. Its the same with people who became super rich, famous or generally hit any goal that was based on external aspects and validation as they always miss that quiet voice within which is what truly needs your attention. Feed and nurture this garden by removing the weeds of ignorance and you’ll transcend the trick which the 11% pulled over your eyelids and you, in turn, beget to your lineage out of ignorance. I mean, stop and think, if you can truly admit that things aren’t working then why throw them in to the same System that made their version of your (false) self? Why? Because it didn’t furnish you with the education needed to transcend it. Not only this but its constantly reinforced from every single angle and all of those plugged in which is why if you come from a family of alcoholics and decide to sober up they’re the first that will show immense resistance because you changing reminds them they haven’t and they can’t admit this. That is the allure of coping mechs so if it isn’t working then why not check the mechanics under the surface to see whats hidden?

When was the last time you were alone, in total silence, with no distractions?

For many this concept feels like hell but that isn’t you squirming. Its your Opponent. The second greatest scam the Devil ever pulled was making you believe you’re the voice in your head. The first was rendering himself invisible so he could manifest within instead. In that respect you are the god you are worshipping but currently trapped in ignorance from one life to the next. Remember, consciousness is all there is and, like TVs, it comes in many resolutions. I’m speaking to you from a higher vantage as I’ve done the Knowledge which means the signal pimps can’t step in and change the message by dumbing down the presentation. In a literal sense, if childhood was watching the flick of your life, unfolding, on a screen of an immense cinema with all the bells and whistles the current rendition, irrelevant if you’re poor or rich, is akin to a broken down, twelve inch black and white TV set, yes? Its OK, its just us. You can admit it. Well, I’m back in the cinema, metaphorically speaking and its glorious because its akin to being awake in the dream. Only thing is the silent screams of the rest whose lived are filled with static and suffering are deafening hence the willhelpme project doing what it says on the tin. If you’ll let it. Start questioning your assumptions, do something different from the rest. When society is hurtling off a cliff the man strolling in the other direction can be said to be a madman, infidel or mystic. Like al-Hallaj, in that respect but people still don’t comprehend the simple depth of his message which leads us again to the System:

The concrete jungle is designed to kill your spirit with its fake wavelength and angles that present. And yet, on the flip, being in nature feels alien for most people. When was the last time your feet touched grass? Sun on skin? Those type of things are important yet we are transfixed by certain wavelengths and spectrums that lack what is important. People are stunted on purpose, You are akin to bonzai humans aka giants kneeling at the feet of midgets. This is why your back is hurting and no, those pills won’t fix a thing beside generating more side effects. You have to admit that life feels pretty draining, doesn’t it? Reject all I’ve said, form your own hypothesis for why this is, research and imperiment but, most of all, reality test. I have done so at length to generate this perspect which I feel is pretty accurate but, like I said, its loosely held and thus always up for revision as new data pours in and I up my resolution as we are all lost in the abyss, in the end. Some of us wish to go home at the end of our spin as we’ve had enough of wearing flesh and thus intend to lace the rest, plugged in, with some Game about the business of living.

You need to become an energetic miser meaning there are a great many things in this realm of which a Warrior chooses to remain ignorant. The media is chief among them. Say it with me now, people:

“My ears hear good news only“.

That alone can make an immense difference as can instant disconnection from those you even merely suspect are energy Vampires in the flesh because these thieves were sent out and often disguise themselves as friends, parents and acquaintances whose only intent is to get fed at your expense as they lack that resonance themselves. Don’t hate, congratulate and learn from them as what they reflect highlights where you were ignorance. Embrace that pain to win the Game and watch how things change, my friend. The door to the cage was always open, you were just scared to leave your cell because the true depth of your power frightens them that set up camp inside your head. Start small, pick a fear you can handle and start getting used to it like you’re easing into a pool a bit too cool for comfort. Soon your body will adjust and warm itself up and the energy that was trapped is now liberated and thus one gains a mental flex that will reflect in the flesh. Go check it, see what kicks and let me know when you feel the difference because we are naught but energy in motion and when it becomes static then the problems commence.

It takes a nation of billions to hold back your potential. They do this using two levers:

Fear and self interest. That, in case you can’t tell, refs the (false) aspect and not the true with a capital S variation as that is immortal. This is the gnosis they’re hell bent on preventing or, paradoxically, are granting but only if you change the way you play the Game as the rules they set aren’t in your best interests. I mean, if what was in your head worked, perfect, your life would reflect it. Well, does it? Be honest even though I know thats super rare on the web these days.

When was the last time you were creative? Sang? Danced? Did something nice for your Self without instafacetweeting it and thus poisoning it with external energetics and attention in your quest for validation? The tunes and views you peruse tell a lot about your inner realms and its why so much of the content out there is garbage as its just another form of entertrainment. In the Eighties women were all nervous and conscious of if their bum looked big and now its the flip as you’ve got chickenheads walking around with addons stapled in looking ridiculous as they send a message to the world:

“Look how much I hate my Self”.

Note the capital S. The above example should serve, perfect, about how they use binary opposites to ensure people miss the mid as that golden circle is what I call being Centered in Self and its the home of Inner Sense. The rest is Adulteration that has its manipulative grip on your consciousness and will fight tooth and nail to maintain its dominance via the voice in your head that interprets signals from your flesh with its own lens and then projects this onto the realm saying “Them, they’re the problem!”. Listen, we all know the deal of the girl who had a string of bad relationships that ended with tears and such things but how many of those damsels comprehend they’re the common link and thus they keep failing the test of awareness so life makes them repeat it. I knew one that clicked and couldn’t believe how quickly the world rearranged itself in her awareness. That is how powerful your imagination is, after all the entire banking system runs on your investment in the trick that a piece of paper with print is actually worth something. See why its expensive to pay attention? Imagine if instead of allowing ourselves to be harvested by a predator of consciousness we, instead, flipped the script and turned the tables to look within. Say it again, Sam:

Wake up to the truth, sucka. The net, as it is, has already revealed its weaponized intent for those who can sense it as its nothing but a military operation from end to end designed to control and manipulate perceptions via the illusion of freedom. Why don’t you, right now, if you’re not doing anything else take thirty minutes to breathe in as much as you can and then release, freely. What I mean by this is make your breath a full circle so that you only use effort to pull in and the exhale is like falling with no tension. It can be quite exhausting but the results are revealing as many things can come, literally, screaming to the surface so do it on a bed and in private as you may feel the urge to lash out and yell. Did you feel it? Thats the rebirth of Inner Sense, my friend, because whilst your parents may have gifted you flesh only you can beget the higher awareness needed to recode your OS to a greater wavelength.

Do the Knowledge. Challenge your Pane Body in its struggle for dominance. Life gets interesting when you dare to think different and place into application the imperiments to reality test the script you weren’t aware you were living. I predict that in the next eight years these words will feel prophetic for those that joined in the great disconnection as all that will be left are those of the world as the chosen ones who comprehend they’re just in and wearing flesh to interact with this dimension ascend without the need for silicon modifications.

What you already are is spectacular:

Pure consciousness. An aspect of the all of everything. Luckily there are forces, benevolent and protective, to ensure your awakening is as smooth as silk when you comprehend the depth of this illusion and how it all plays out in your awareness as that gnosis grants immense strength to see through the decep, reject what they attempt to send to snare you into their web of lies and fabrications so do the Knowledge, my friend.

My gratitude is immense.

Till we meet again

The World the Devil Created

The word Devil has a lot of baggage and things, doesn’t it? And yet I used it because its quite accurate, methinks, for I’ve glanced behind the scenes and seen the nature of the machine that I call the System. Its designed to turn wisdom into ignorance and then sell the remains to whoever puts the highest bid in. Sounds like hell, yes? Well, get used to it kid because you’re living in it.

The world the devil created ain’t that bad, all things considered. Sure its packed to the gills with suffering, inequality, fear and dread plus its a place where angels fear to tread. In the end its an exploitation of our free will or, as some would say, matter at its most condensed state. I guess that makes sense because where there is milk, there is cream and this particular team have to feed the beast in order to stay ahead… All things considered though, it ain’t a bad realm, in the end. Know why I say this? Simple:

The pure, unAdulterated human spirit shines through all the filth and even when consciousness is at its most fragmented there is something oh so special about a tender union that reconnects Souls yearning for the paradise from which we fell. Sure, it may not last long and loads don’t even get a sip but thats why Hollywood is there with its grift to sell tickets and tug at your heart strings or generate erections as countless men pump gallons of seminal energetics into the whole black cube thing. Like I said, we’re in hell but the temperate is so clement that most frogs in the kitchen don’t click its designed to well because the second greatest trick he pulled was convincing you he doesn’t exist. “Whats the first?” I hear you question:

That you are that voice in your head.

Amazing, isn’t it. This is the world the devil created and if there is one thing he hates more than a childs Inner Sense is he who took the trek, barefoot, over a pavement laced with thorns to reclaim what his agents had stolen and lived to tell the tale of what it takes to regain this state in a realm, Adulterated.

I don’t mean to sound dramatic but there really is no other way of sharing it because the kind of things I’ve lived would make most drop dead at the first hurdle whilst the rest tucked tail and fled at the next five to ten. And yet, I keep on trekking. Maybe its because I’m a stubborn type of fellow with a head like a brick or, better yet, could it be that that part clicks its gotta be like this to protect the heart of Inner Sense which is why it erected walls and shields around it, back when, that caused the System to go full tilt because it knew, once upon a when, the time would come when it lost its strength and that, my friend, would be time for the true resurrection as what came next was first place, in the end. Its an Alpha and Omega thing aka your entire world is backwords. That isn’t a spelling mistake.

And yet, as I sit here, pondering. I can see why he did it. I innerstand his motivations. Those who moved against him claimed the titles as the vassals of the valiant but yet killed a woman to get at them she chose to protect via means of non-violence. Ironic, isn’t it? That was his mother, hence he swore vengeance. The modern world is what we get as we, you and I, were born into a silent conflict that stretches realms and dimensions in which two forces, warring, kept on tumbling and falling. It just so happens that one side won the fight thanks to this one weird trick they had under their belt that may or may not be responsible for what ye term Mandelas effect. Let me tell you this:

Imagine you had stumbled over a string that, if yanked at with enough strength, could bring the whole illusion to an end? What better way to ensure that never happens than by erecting ridiculous tales that foster further division instead as people miss the detail and choose, instead, to engage in fruitless narratives about really inconsequential things. There is something I could say here and really wish to that would blow the whole lid off this but I’m trying the art of being subtle because a) the old way obviously hasn’t been working and b) the attempts on my life have been getting more and more intense along with c) I truly get why, in his head, its friend or foe and nothing else.

There is no nuance, no resolution, no fine turning or detailing. Just a pure checkerboard effect filled with chunky pixels of stress, pain and death interspersed with joy, fun and life. Your body is piece, in that respect. Some peoples moves are preset as the treadmill attests. A few are aware that there was already a war, raging, but only a few know the true depth of the thing and the broader implications ergo they’re footsoldiers in the end. Totally disposable, not worth a thing and yet will fight long and hard for a bauble on a bit of string. Wild, isn’t it? Somebody once said the world is governed by distinctly different personages than what most suspect who aren’t privy to behind the scenes and with this I would agree as there is a corruption that seeps into this creation from another realm and I’ve just outlined the sketch of why this is. Have you ever seen this Mormon cartoon?

Why did I mention this? Who Knows? Can you hear the Psylense?

I did and strive to make that constant connection and thus this life is akin to becoming lucid in the dream and realizing quite how ridiculous this is. Thing is Morpheus and his agents (thats right, he was a “bad guy” along set to trick Neo into Thunking he’d gained emancipation) detest this as it poses a threat to the rest, plugged in, to a world that is patently absurd and devoid of common sense. No need to stress though, that hypnotist in their head won’t relent and 81% would rather die than admit they’ve been tricked. Which they will as they’re slammed back into the flesh again.

Its a glorious exploitation of free will, ignorance, glitz, glamor and such things that are all trademarks of the one in question with the shiny countenance who felt miffed, off rip, that he wasn’t honored as a student and then appeared to be defiled again then came the death I mentioned. And yet he now does this and worse to me for daring to go against his schemes. Maybe, once upon a when, we could’ve had a conversation but at this moment even his agents will deny a straight question as they attempt to stick the knife in. I know you wanted me to be a killer. I know you wanted me to deal death but I spotted what you sent with a flutter of lashes and promise of that and this which lead to the domino effect where I now sit typing this in a place that is just as hostile but disguised as something else.

All of it reverberates with your vibration. That is why I can detect your sock puppets who are so drunk on the power of illusion that they don’t comprehend the nature of the treadmill extends in two realms and both are as illusory as the next yet seemingly solid for those invested in the trick. Its amazing, it really is but, as you know, all good and bad things come to an end when the zero point is calling. You and I both Know him and his feminine resonance as beyond mere wave and particle though they too are saturated with presence. Your deal is more intimate for twice born are thee after being ingested and ejected for previous misdeeds that lead to you getting slept, and yet did you too not also try to kill me dead from which I resurrected, thrice greater for the attempt? Ironic, isn’t it? Almost like there is some type of resonance to this. A cosmic dance, if you will…

I look around at the people and am quite certain that even if I provided them proof positive of what truly kicks in this realm and the greater implications of wearing flesh at this depth they simply would not accept the real as the trance is that thick. Questioning it is akin to admit they’ve been tricked or are idiots and their pride will not allow them ergo why are you stressing at my flex? I see how you did those who came before, it is, after all, a fractal of consciousness. Even the one titled for thee met no mercy in these streets but they venerated his resurrected image, real quick, after the spirit had left. That seems to be a trademark, doesn’t it? Infiltration and corruption or quiet weapons for wars waged in silence in which those on the secret team Thunk they’re doing big but only because they don’t comprehend the true pic of how they’ll never, ever be equals as they are, more or less, pawns in the flesh to be used, abused and ended when not needed as they float on borrowed wings and not a diamond Self that can only be emancipated from the chest of one who reigns in Inner Sense.

Is that the problem?

Listen, we’ve had fun for a few spins. This I’m the first to admit because anyone who brings the worst out of someone that is already numb and unfeeling will say they’re the greatest but once it clicks you’re actually eternal vapor that fell as water, condensing, that was flash frozen as a snowman with a hairdryer in his hand to bring a swift death to the rest of the infidels the sketch becomes Self evident as you can fool some of them, some of the time but there will always be those who rise to a higher vibe and comprehend. Think of it like a Game of skill and isn’t the job of each true adept to exceed the one who trained him? Doesn’t it reflect on you in the end?

I sit here and ponder these things as I look at the world you built or, should I say, remixed as you took the already present components and edited them with your intent. Much like the Devilish language which is a half of another script, flipped and inverted that mashes up the energetics of those who use it to make sense of this realm hence the road to hell is paved with ignorance that reads a blueprint that says “Heaven” backwards:

Nevaeh. Why don’t you see if you can handle yourself one of those first class tickets to the resurrection, Mel? After all, we both know you’re stuck in this realm whilst the rest are just visiting hence the immense suppression you gift as the cost of living…

I suppose they’ll get it in the end. As the dirt they inherit is revealed to be the same as promised, back when. Plenty of time to think as their casket it lowered in at the end of their spin before they’re mindwiped and slammed back in to another Earthday Suit made of flesh in this immense Game of death we play using our Souls as credits and pay the price of ignorance to a piper who calls it anything but it is and his myriad of minions who aren’t quite human. Does that mean you’re the boss battle then? If so you’ve got one hell of a backstory, yes? Sympathy for the Devil, I think they call it…

Till we meet again

Who Keeps Sending Prophets and Why?

Today we’re gonna see how there are no limits in my head and some of what is said may be construed as blasphemous by those hemmed in by fat lines of Thunk so buckle up, buttercup, as its about to get thick:

Who keeps sending prophets and why?

Forget everything else you may or may not know about this realm and just examine that narrative via a critical lens and between hell and a hard place makes perfect sense, yes? I mean, we have a shining beacon of light that pours in from a higher realms and says “Ruh roh! Y’all done goofed and are in a mess” which then gets penned into a text thats, more often than not, used to drive conflicts and urge collection plates and such things. With me so far? Those on the bottom of the pyramid, the great unwashed at whom the message is often directed, are quite pious and devout when it comes to the symbols and such things and clutch to them like a drowning man a brick. They may, sometimes, think the other side are infidels for their backwards superstitions and such things but we’re getting ahead so lets back it up a step:

Who keeps sending prophets and why?

This one came to me, back when, and I’ve been pondering it on and off ever since because if it was all wine and roses then there would be such need for intervention. The very fact that they’re sent, crucified, maligned, murdered or such things suggests we’re no longer in Kansas and the canvas upon which we etch a sketch called being human may hide a truth stranger than any fiction could imagine. Wouldn’t that be something? What if the mind itself had been infiltrated, hence the repeat signals which are corrupted – ad infinitum. What then? I mean, how could you tell? Really stop and wonder at depth on this one, my friend. Know the Ledge. After all, we are nothing but energy in motion that regales a story in our heads about what happened and left an impression from which we forge a narrative. We are reality creating machines underpinned by a loose string of desires that run most of everything and the little, tiny bit of which we are truly conscious is, at this moment, automated and dazzled into oblivion.

I spend quite a lot of time in isolation these days. Its an immense contrast from the halcyon swing of the pendulum and I’m unsure which one I liked best. Most will never get to visit either of these extremes as I’ve spoke to around Eight Hundred K people in the flesh, at a guess, on an array of topics most intense and then there is the decade alone in which I was a recluse at home and that unfolded into access to other realms. Yeah, like I said, my adventure in the flesh is definitely not like the rest and thus I think about such things. There are, however, odd little blips that I cannot help but notice.

Like the fact that schizos don’t get fooled by optical illusions and swear up and down that something outside of them is putting thoughts in their head and nary a “scientist”, ever, stopped and spotted this common thread that remains constant from back when. Doesn’t that seem a bit odd? I think it is. Better yet is no matter how bad they were tripping, in altered states of heavily medicated they recognized me, as I am, ten times out of ten and thus my presence was a beacon akin to something solid in a world ever changing and thus we had some interesting conversations that extend way past the fringe. You know one of the things that really got me thinking? Back when, way before the near death experience and glimpses of higher realms, one of them turned and said:

“How are you like us from within but externally like them?“.

Like it was some kind of camera trick or stealth camouflage tactic that allowed me to mix in whilst being aware of the world, invisible. I say all of that to say this:

Who keeps sending prophets and why?

Forget all the beef, sacred cows, he said, she said and threat of thermonuclear weapons because if we strip the shell to its basics it points to unshakable proposition that is world shaking:

We are being held hostage by something we do not comprehend in a place designed to look like heaven but feel like hell.

Now I know that for most reading that is a bridge too far on a place they haven’t etched in their map and can’t find using any GPS but you have to comprehend I was raised around addicts and derelicts as well as the career criminals that fed on this heady mix. Many a time I wondered what the F I’d done to end up in such a realm and all of those around opined the same as the old “One of these is not like the rest” went way beyond my caramel complexion standing out like a fly in buttermilk around the ends. And yet these folks were open to my questions and their philosophical bent as all they knew was pain and suffering thus a welcome distraction from the mess of living was often a welcome relief. As one said:

“Kid, I’d say your way of thinking is right up my street but I genuinely don’t have a clue whats going on in that heads of yours but its mighty interesting and quite refreshing. Whatever it is, keep at it. Don’t let the baskets grind you down like they did to me”.

A lot of life wisdom is knowing what not to do and before I hit my teens I’d been furnished with a PhD of the streets from which I selected the greatest hits and decided to reality test. That, however, is another missive because whilst said adventures bought me in contact with immense swathes of people for said conversations they also taught me a thing or ten about this realm because I’ve seen religious men launder the profits of heroin using their tax exempt, cash business as well all kinds of wickedness from those who will deal death with a grin then present a slick public image like its not a huge trick to pimp those dumb enough to invest in what they sell. All of that and it really makes me question the intent behind this realm because when I was fracturing a law or twelve, back when, I was doing really, really well as it seemed fate favored my undertakings and I was always two steps ahead of the filth and first over the hill with a new hustle and thus it wasn’t so much the funds but the fun of the flip as making almost something from next to nothing is an immense buzz. The loot is just a side effect as anyone who has traded war stories whilst getting buzzed will attest because its all about the feeling, in the end.

Who keeps sending prophets and why?

If you strip back every single religion to its most basic nutshell it attests:

“Treat the next man like you would your Self“.

Thats it. They all also tend to preach a bit about death and what kicks plus how to ensure you’ll fit in and get what was promised. Riddle me this, my friend:

Does a baby get a pamphlet or some form of instruction on how to breathe? What about a fish when it comes to swim? No and no, yes? And yet we, as humans, need to know how to get out of this mess we’re within and someone, some place, keeps sending his peeps with a message to help that gets twisted to hell, commercialized and sold to the rest as an excuse to loot, pillage and rape the next for believing something else. Am I the only one who can see the fingerprints of a hidden hand? Come on, you don’t need time served on the pavement to think like this. Do you? Its actually quite blatant but most haven’t clicked why with the Abrahamic’s that have the world in a panic where one side seems to think the messiah they’re awaiting is the best it can get whilst the others do yell “It’s the anti-Christ himself!”. Not only this but they squabble over the same pitch like it was designed to antagonize and beget problems. I guess we’ll see what kicks from Twenty Twenty Fifth plus Eight thrown in the mix as I predict it will be quite the sketch for those turned on and tuned in to what they’re selling.

Who keeps sending prophets and why?

Both Buddha and the ancient Egyptians attest that coming face to faceless with death reps quite the challenge. The Gnostics and their ilk said such things but, for them, living was even more difficult along without countless sects whose works were expunged from the record. Its the same with the Pane Body type thing. To me it feelsees as Self evident as I have made it shift and noticed what kicks in my awareness as well as embodiment but when I spoke of it to a bunch of people who were well versed in tripping as the frame of mind that keeps them locked into this realm they reacted with a type of intellectual violence for even daring to mention they may be ignorant of some aspects of their mind which are keeping things hidden from them. Like I said, most people have limits in their head they’re scared to press and I, thankfully, missed that lesson when it was getting hammered in and such a type of thinking was championed on the pavement as most of them were not strangers to an alternative education that shared things which went beyond any official text that could only teach you how to fit in to the rules another said. An aggressive intellect is a rare thing in this realm. If you have one, cherish and it develop it beyond legislated feelings are the wave at present and thus people who are already strangers to Self are further censoring their awareness which, if you stop and consider it, is as insane as it gets on this floating asylum.

What if that is truly the case and the fruit loops were in ascent, back when, and created a large web they slung around the planet to harvest or lock in consciousness like the true fishers of men and this what the other side warns against because the danger of the baby brain is even gods can be made to forget their intrinsic strength and then they are further attuned to a collective mess as they don’t want their parents to dislike them and thus they bend the knee and have the spell of “Stop crying!” cast upon them which builds the Pane Body in which they dwell and caused the addicts to line up in the AM for a fix whilst trying to trade a stolen radio or something they’d just shoplifted for a hit of a little something something in their veins to numb the pain of living. Things like this made me wonder because you’d be surprised at how junkies reply with total honesty when it comes to their map of reality, what happens when they’d OD and various strange blips they’ve seen as the doors of perception were cracked and offered a peep about the truth of Three D and thus they told me as peeps knew who to seek as keys unlock doors, feel me?

Till we meet again

Addicted to the Dark Side

The only thing that makes any sense is that, maybe, perhaps, back when, I was addicted to the dark side and this life is the flip of ones I done lived to become the coal that shines bright, like a diamond. You too, possibly, may realize this but only if you Know the Ledge and dare take a look into the abyss as you ponder the shadows depth along with the implications of wearing flesh in this Game we all play using our Souls as credits.

Can we truly know another? I suspect the answer to this is nil because if all we interact with in this realm are but figments of our inner realms then the quest for to sift wisdom from the ignorance by upping your resolution is the only quest worth partaking in. Sure, for many, getting laid or paid takes precedence. Every now and then some ascend and wish to make the world a better place and after this you get to step on the Path of Power to transcend and exit stage left at the end. It sure beats the infinite regress of having your Soul fitted with new flesh for another spin after the mindwipe kicks in, doesn’t it? I’ll let you tell it.

Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I always speak in coherence with my chest which, in times of universal decep is how you spot the involutionary in the mix as he strolls through the Valley of the Plebs. Such is the quest of the righteous and I’m not saying that in terms of being biblical or a holier than thou flex because we’re all caught up in this realm that peddles ignorance as wisdom and will brook no questioning when one is fully invested in a narrative that didn’t spring from within. Really unwrap this. Take away your name, fame, claims to that and this and tell me, my friend, were you designed by a System or did you, your Self, push the pen and write your lifes script?

Most simply accept what they’re given because, as Pryor said, its easier to live what another says. Doesn’t that hint at the true nature of powerlessness and why most covet trinkets and accolades akin to beggars with bowls of solid gold who comprehend not what they possess. Or, in deed as well as action, that which places its grip around their consciousness and, right now, says “Pay no heed to he who speaks on the man behind the curtain”. Once again, how can you be the voice in your head when you are that which listens? Riddle me this, my friend, and you’ll start unraveling the narrative that made beasts out of men and, at this very moment, is plotting to augment your consciousness with a little slice of silicon which will, soon, change this realm into something most won’t comprehend.

We live in strange times. That much is for certain. Haven’t you ever wondered how and why you’re well adjusted to such immense sickness? What could hell have that this place doesn’t manifest? Same with heaven as well. They are both here, now. What you decode depends on if you chose to encode what they present or if you rearrange the resonance and shift reaction into creation instead. Anagrams are spells, much like language, and thus the ultimate trip is within the depths of your consciousness of which that voice in your head is a tiny, tiny bit that hides your true potential under layers of fear and dread mixed with lots of conditioning designed to keep you hemmed in to the lowest possible variation or wackest version of your Self.

Hoo! Did you feel what I just said in your chest? Did it nod in silence and assent that the perspect presented is correct or do these immense run on sents with a rhythmic lilt begin and end in your dome of which you could be the king but are enSlaved instead via your own ignorance? In many ways we’re all addicted to the dark side. Some of us click this and question why the glow of Inner Sense did dim as we progressed but the treadmill won’t relent and it demands you acquiesce to its demands and resonance which brings its own form of creature comforts in the land of ignorance. Not so for me. That was never an option and the life I’ve lived starts to make sense because if its your last spin then expect the Game to reject you as you do it. Its kind of poetic, isn’t it? To reign in hell can seem quite seductive when the class with two teachers kicks in. Once I was blind, now I see, perfect.

Ironic, isn’t it? How those we perceive as friends could smile and be villains. I guess that is just how the stage is set on this spin for the one pushing the pen and extending these thoughts to the web with the intent of awakening the collective on an individual level to the strength that hides within the ridiculous premise they accept called being human. The flip is when one comprehends that Self Destruction feels quite addictive to those numbed from within and incapable of sensing the subtle and ineffable nature of their inner realm that is lost in the whirlwind of ignorance. Many clocks begin to tick at the common resonance which is why the hardest thing, at the moment, is being true to thine Self as the rest is but BS to which the drowning man does cling instead of choosing to reject it and swim to the beach which is their divine inheritance. Let go. Gain everything. Dare ye Know the Ledge?

I can’t blame the other side. We’re beyond good and evil at this wavelength. I get why you do what you do but do they comprehend my motive? In some sense they do because of the nature of callous around this realm and, to them, my presence is a threat but its actually the opposite as I simply came to deliver a message then jet once the scales are equal. Place a feather on one end, my heart on the next. If one preps to meet death whilst living then the curtain they dread becomes the one you embrace instead as the pain and suffering that turned a coal into a diamond is, by its very nature, a necessary evil. Matter of fact, try this:

I want you to grab a pad and pen and write down your favorite coping mech that you know isn’t truly for the best and then keep on digging in until you end up with a feeling which leads to a recollection. Sit with it. Accept it. Don’t fight or pretend as you attempt to evade what it says. It could manifest as discomfort, an immense urge to do something else or a zillion and one other tricks as penned by the Opponent in your head. No. I want you to embrace it. Treat it like the scared child it is and bring it to your chest. Thank the sensations for the immense weight they’ve carried to bring you to this realization as you tell them:

“I appreciate all you have done. No more fights and flights are needed. I want you, instead, to ease that burden by handing it over to me if you wish. As you can tell, I’m stronger, bigger and present in this moment as well. Come, rest and digest. Stay for a while and play in the Kingdom below our neck as we get accustomed to the divine presence known as Inner Sense and regain our true awareness”.

The convo may differ but the effect is identical as beneath the discomfort is the gift that can’t wait for unwrapping. Do this a few more times and see what happens. I’m quite certain you’ll attest that the one who stares back at what reflects after a few sessions is a different version of Self and that is your greatest strength that is currently hidden with the dark side of your awareness. Like the moon there are three sides to this Game. The wax and wane are evident but its the part that occulted which pulls the strings as we stroll around in this realm that sells ignorance as wisdom then punishes those who accept what it tells with no questions or pondering. Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? What I face is something else and that is the forces that shaped this realm and made the Game how it is. We all do, on some level. Most simply can’t comprehend it as its not in any official texts because nobody will give you the education needed to overthrow them. I learned on the streets from those adept in the art of pain and suffering. There is much wisdom to be gleaned from the really real the world sees as dregs. Schizos as well shared a lot of what they felt that got them placed in padded cells because one can’t be paranoid if they truly are out to get, yes? Thats a deeper topic and this is a simple missive that hints at bigger things. I wish you the best in your journey of Self empowerment as you, my friend, are the true prince or princess of your inner realms but the forces that render you a servant instead see this gnosis as a threat plus the treadmill they built is well oiled and seductive with a broad way, illuminated, to hide its own brand of darkness.

Dare ye Know the Ledge or am I singing to the deaf?

Till we meet again