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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

You, currently, Know next to nothing about your Self, either in or outside of this realm. The Opponent you are playing against however knows all. All your dirty little secrets, the pain and suffering, hurt, shame and neglect as well as the rest of the wounds that weep silently within. Not only this but he knows your multidimensional potential as well as the various functions of your Earthday Suit and gleefully uses your ignorance against you and thus you, due to lack of knowledge, make your own life exponentially more difficult and then look for people to blame for the situation. Don’t feel bad. Your parents did this. Their parents as well. You come from a long line of people who fell for the oldest trick in the book and lived a generally miserable existence. You, by reading this, have the chance to make a difference and shift but that involves stepping within and this, for most, can be more terrifying than death because it means leaving what they’re familiar with.

Your brain will back you in this because its a creature of habit whose job it is to keep safe and protect the awareness circulating around within it. This is why bad experiences stick like Velcro and the good slides off its Teflon finish because its wired for survival. Thing is back when if you were chased through the plains by some kind of wild animal looking to tuck in there were clear, marked signals that said “Danger, dump the adrenaline, increase the strength. All hands on deck, lets get scrambling!” when the pursuit kicked in but when it ended the “Its all good, we survived, reel it all back in again so we can chill again” system switched you back into the parasympathetic function of rest and digest, usually with a wide grin, feeling of exuberance and more than a little shaking as you released your nervous tension.

This is us.

The human animal in its natural environment. Thing is that isn’t now and it hasn’t been for quite some time. Not only that but all that intervening stress, death and battling the elements to get us to this moment where I can type things here and beam them to the other end of the planet is filled with generations upon generations of your family line that lived and died with no knowledge of Self. End result? You inherited their pain, ignorance and suffering. This is the true source of discomfort and its presence causes havoc to your existence before being passed on, compounded, to your children. That is why I say its such an old trick and why so many fall for it because all you seek is within. Thing is the Devilish language which is currently the most spoken is entirely bereft of concepts relating to the inner realm where the Self lives as the modern world is built upon its suppression as its pain is then used to power your relentless pursuit of bio-survival tickets and all this can bring. Its all a distraction. A very clever one as your Opponent is not new to this but the scale of the forces aligned against you is immense so its quite easy to slide into resonance with the rest of the lost Souls who know naught of Self but plenty about everything else. Its a familiar kind of comfort because for most its the type of family they were born in – entirely devoid of any form of introspection and one that moved to shut down questions from their children whilst rewarding them for obedience. Then they were shipped off to school which further widened this schism whilst removing the natural process of thinking which was then replaced with Thunk instead that does exactly what it says on the tin:

Takes chunks of pre-thought concepts that were handed within and rearranges them like a kid playing with bricks. The granular fineness and dizzying array of options is no longer possible as the pixels you’re working with are too big and that is why what that voice in your head says is always predictable, even when you try to resist it. Speaking of, that chatterbox isn’t you. Its your Opponent.

Like I said, a very old trick that is kept around as its so effective. This is the Game of Souls. This is what you’re within and up until you started reading my missives you didn’t have a clue of this as its designed to be seductive. Very few dare to swim upstream as you’ll hear the herd bleat “Why you want to go that way? Are you crazy? Stay here with me where its safe, please.“. They say that because people crave stability externally to offset the chaos they won’t allow themselves to feel internally and you moving differently to their Thunk generates immense discomfort hence its you against the world when it comes to the quest for Self because most are so well programmed that they’ll reject the help and run toward something thats proven to be ineffective just because thats what the voice said so they did. Its quite mental in the sense that the inmates long ago took over the asylum and that it all plays out inside your awareness so the options are rebel against the System for what it did by examining your programming and thus overcoming the illusion of wisdom that masks your total ignorance of Self or just keep doing what you did as you get more of what you did. See that predictability again? Remember as a child when each day was about discovering something else? Pushing the limits? Prompted not by a voice in your head but by a feeling in your chest that was entirely fearless due to the supreme confidence that animated your each step?

That was Self. Still is. This is whats waiting for you to reclaim it where it was hidden, by your artful Opponent and his System that switched Thunk for thought and tricked you into accepting labels instead of imperience as it directs your awareness whilst you mistake it for your Self and see no different. Stop for a moment and think:

Anything you can perceive as separate, you cannot be. Correct? If you look at a desk you can’t be it as you’re looking at it, yes? Same thing with another. Its how we generate the referential state because of the space that allows us to relate, manipulate and exchange but what of inside the brain? What then? See what I mean about the nature of your Opponent who hides himself in your head using a voice that directs your awareness in ways that suit him with tones that sounds just like your dialect that won’t stop yapping as it passes commentary on everything but, like I said, it is all always entirely predictable because its Thunk masquerading as think. If you truly do consider what I just said until it gets to the visceral level of feeling you’ll notice how it tries to discourage such things, offers distractions or even makes your head ache. Know why? To preserve its own state, its own reign, its stolen place in the centre of your brain. This is what the Warrior intends to reclaim and what the Slave denies is the case as the former is out to kill this imposter via starving it off all attention whereas the latter does whatever it says without ever stopping to think “Wait a minute, how can that voice be mine if I’m obviously something else thats listening to it from inside?” as there is no Thunk shaped block like this.

Well, there wasn’t until I just installed it and your Opponent will now do its best to edit and attempt to make you forget this ever exists because its all about protecting its investment as the pirate of your consciousness that commandeered your vessel and claimed it as his.

How did you feel reading this? Examine the states and shifts, ponder the potentials by your Self. Better yet discuss with a friend as you’ll see their inner realm is eighty percent the same as yours with different decoration but the same Thunk within as both of you are truly unfulfilled and constantly searching outside for what is hidden and silenced within your chest but often attempts to speak via body signals that your Opponent tells your need pills. All to protect its investment. You. Your Earthday Suit. Your awareness. A living hostage with its mind behind enemy lines in a world that is not what it seems as you were born into schemes that were hatched many millennia before in this carbon based reality show thats about to evolve to silicon and once that shift kicks in then forget what I said because you won’t even be able to remember it as the Opponent sings whilst dancing and your descendants will have even less of a clue about whats missing as they’ll be born into a prison they can’t touch, taste or feel that is actually hell but all that comes to their senses is “This is heaven, enjoy it” as the silicon signals augment their consciousness and the earlier division mentioned comes full circle then its on to the next until we get here again and, who knows, maybe next time it will be you typing this as you figured out the nature of the trick as I’m doing all I can to ensure this is the last credit I insert into the Game of Souls as I’m leaving at the end by stepping around the “Be Kind, Rewind” exit that is actually just another entrance. En-trance, get it?

Till we meet again

So many of you, and I’m talking to my former friends, current Slave/Masters, truly don’t have any Knowledge of Self. I know you Thunk you do but riddle me this:

If you trust a liar then who is to blame in the end?

Step one told you it was A, B, C then you learned it was actually one, two, three. On and on goes the scheme.

Have you ever wondered from whence comes the command to kill me dead and the reasoning behind the intent? Your future’s my past but do you comprehend the depth of the sketch? Better yet, once it clicks that you’ve been tricked into sitting at a table you came to flip what do you think happens next? Do the Knowledge.

You’ll get windwiped, dumped in the flesh, surrounded by those jacked in who still chirp the official script via those invisible friends that we know form the connect as they connive and plot to create problems as you run around wondering what the F is happening. I know there is no reasoning with you. I know your empathy hit the exit once you traded your Soul for groupthink and yet I still type this because I want to try and help you make sense of what you think is happening because whilst you and the team may grin at the plebs you’ve placed on the psychosocial treadmill what if the same pimp played an identical trick using spiritual gifts instead? What then? From one life to the next you line up and place your bets knowing full well the fix is in. Each step you think you progress and are getting ahead as you can’t wait to ascend the pyramid but that will never, ever happen as you think because you ain’t them.

You’re a useful idiot. A man who plays a position. A Slave that is so identified with his Master that he Thunks he’s them while they, in secret, look down upon ones who pledged by signing their name against a blank cheque the rest will fill, as and when, with whatever amount they wish.

Do you know what the implications of this are for your kids? What it means in terms of spiritual evolution and the rest? Why on earth do you think there is a force which sends golden seeds in with missions etched in their chest that your team kills and revels in the disinformation they spread after death as they rewrite the narrative to keep themselves ahead because aheart is impossible as they lack that Prime connection which is why the covet pimping the rest. Really ponder this even though I suspect its nigh on impossible for one jacked in with an astral earpiece and wig augmentation patched into their nervous system and spinal column as those you play with ain’t what you suspect. Get the message?

Probably not but I persist like a hard headed diamond that shines in the darkness and eclipses your false illumination that spins upon a wheel of deception using lubricants of ignorance.

They. Don’t. Like. You.

If they did why are so many of you miserable? Look at your health, your mental aspects and the rest. What of your coping mechs and maladapted methods of survival? Sure some of you are rich and famous and they use this carrot along with the stick of being disconnected and hunted from end to end in this realm to keep you in check as well as the higher aspect I won’t mention in this missive but I’m here to tell that you will never, ever, ever get to the land promised because they themselves don’t have the access and they’re simply pimping your resonance in ways you can’t quite fathom.

Flip, don’t sit.

Its not your table anyway. Some of you were, once upon a when, golden and sent to this realm with a mission that was so surely and steadily corrupted that now you think you’re the Opponent and will die to protect him. Just like the denizens of the Valley of the Plebs, yes? Welcome to the fractal, my friend. My message isn’t just for the 8% but you as well and thats the true threat because your man knows the 81 are so firmly entranced and plugged in that the idea of life being death and they’re trapped in a living hell that seems heaven sent is simply preposterous and ignorant of the false bliss they live in as they drown in distractions wearing the flesh in this three ring circus. Lets send the clowns in, yes? What if they already did and this is how we got into this mess?

You know, for the rest, being human is the worst it can get in the spiritual sense and we, at the moment, are the most fallen one can imagine. I mean, look around at the world we’ve built, live in and accept without question and tell me you can’t spot the corruption as we engage in a war with what sustains us and thus can’t only promise death if we win. There is a very anti life element at the helm, yes? Look at it from this pic and do the Knowledge about how you got into this mess and then you may just gain the gnosis to ascend because the nature of the Opponent is so slick and effective that he makes bad seem good and the righteous, wicked. I don’t mean that word in terms of a Bible flex or being holier than them. I’m simply speaking on that sensation in your chest when you Know you’re correct and in full resonance. Like saying Aunt Bunny has a mustache and then getting whipped for it. Two words ruined your life, children. Just two of them. The rest were insults, afresh, puled up on the injury you sustained, back when. Some of us had it more intense and plenty were even fractured whilst developing as their mother whizzed on a pregnancy test and when it said “Yes” she felt an immense wave of regret as she hadn’t planned, didn’t wish and was busy doing other things.

Like I said, the wounded womb hurts what it births and this all leads back to the primal pain we sustained the day the sky fell.

I guess somebody had to take the job nobody wanted, eh? Those tables won’t flip themselves. Or maybe I’m incorrect or the embodiment of an equation that seeks balance within its Self because, in the end, this plane is a fractal ergo all is as intended and one thing that really makes me grin about the whole situation is how cleverly the fix is in as the demand is created and then supplied, real well, as Slaves run the treadmill without ever stopping to question the intent of the architect or where their efforts actually went and what they power beyond this realm as they two step in ignorance. They say truth is stranger that fiction, yes? That, in and of itself, is mindblowing, isn’t it? How quickly amnesiac gods forget what they are and were beyond this realm as they cling to the script of “being human” from one life to the next…

On the flip, what if one should actually extend thanks and appreciation instead for those who, by any means, retained their leverage – despite their seeming intent – as it provided the impetus for one such as my Self to kick these lyrics between the shift of the ages? You’ve got to admit, its super interesting and the thing with me in my position is I’m willing to question everything as I flip the script and clock the angles as I turn over the tables. Such is the gift of Inner Sense but, for some, the appeal of oblivion is being plugged in to the connect in a huge Game of Tetra Says… Them grams have got you open, my friend. Nostrils looking like KRS, hope you enjoy those seething powers in your fist as your mind is in the grip of a criminal intent that isn’t what it says…

If you trust a liar then who is to blame in the end?

Till we meet again

Is there anything else apart from money that pops into most peoples heads when you ask them if they’d like to change something about themselves? It really is amazing, isn’t it, that paper ascribed worth is as imaginary as you think it is yet everyone wants it, nonetheless. I’d bet you could draw a list about the root cause of most wickedness on this realm since the invention of this medium and moola would come out ahead with religion following behind in the distance and passion filling out the podium. It isn’t even really a question, is it?

And yet most people accept the script they’re given and start reciting the holy scripture which says “Give us today our slips of paper printed with those dead, in flesh or spirit, in exchange for our effort so we may pretend we aren’t Slaves in this realm as we purchase the illusion of freedom“. There it is, folks, the true religion most people practice, preach and live for as well. The rest is mere surface dressing, this is as gritty as the nitty gets and its not pretty. Uglier still is the fact that its a dream that sells so well that billions walk around thinking the cause of their problems is actually the solution when its no such thing.

Ah, I’ve got to hand it to them but then they are akin to High School students tricking babies out of their milk money at nursery and it seems they’re drunk on power that others pledge to their silently demanded obedience. Pointing this out draws glares from those who play the trick as well as those who buy in. Interesting, isn’t it? I’ve said it before and will again:

Your mind is behind enemy lines and there is a war raging with you fighting on the behalf of your Opponent against your Self. Every single thing you think you know about anything was designed by said force and inserted into your awareness. You hitched your wagon to these concepts, just like the rest of your lineage (and potential descendants as well) because you never questioned the well designed BS you were fed since you stepped into this realm. I did. Still do.

It looks convincing from a certain angle because its a perspective trick that appears enticing and has the weight of the past generations ignorance forcing you to look at it as they did or be a traitor to your heritage. A lot of people can’t admit that. Not even to themselves. Thats why its so brilliant because folks are so heavily invested in concepts that oppose their best interests and they’re doing it all out of free will which means they accept the consequences. Ah, its genius. It really is. Like taking milk money from a baby in order to feed your own habit and akin to punching someone in the dark and then saying the crime is victimless as they stumble around picking their teeth up off the pavement expressing thanks for their many gifts. Sounds stupid, yes? Well that isn’t even half of a percent of the ignorance you’re living at this very moment.

The trap was set thousands of years ago by those who play the longest of long cons when it comes this game of chess in which pieces were never taken. No they were simply fed to entice you into playing as directed because the trick is for you to think they are dumb and you’re clever. Can you see how smart this is because no one questions an algorithm or operating system that seems to be allowing them to win. For you, and the rest, the test comes at death. Thats when you’ll come face to face with your unfinite awareness who silent screams were suppressed by the incessant chatter in your head that, if we’re being frank, designed the life you lived, acted and everything else. Strange how its absence is felt as slightly uncomfortable when you’re no longer tied to the limits of this realm because that false self you were so heavily invested in exists only in the flesh ergo you lived and died as a meat puppet moving to its whims and this is what I’m attempting to get you to comprehend while you can still do something about it because its very design is seductive. Its made to hit all the walls, cover all the angles and thats why its ninety two percent effective at pulling those into its grip. The remaining eight percent who don’t fall for the trick have ways to be dealt with and they have, will and continue to attempt to direct me towards situations that accelerate the fall of my curtain along with the body positive model yodeling as she two steps over the grave they dug long ago and await it patiently being filled. Good job I see em coming, reject the suggestions and prefer, instead to Know the Ledge as they sit there, thumb twiddling.

After all, they’ve got nothing but time. Literally. Once you comprehend what I’ve just said then that much is Self evident and the rest of the pieces of the castle in the sky you thought you dwelled in start tumbling and that particular bad egg can never be reshaped in their graven image. Is that sulfur I smell? I wonder what the link is. Anyway, thats enough for now but as a parting shot don’t think I meant you can help the poor by being one of them as thats impossible but the fact of the missive depends on your wavelength because what if everyone in your town decided to take a break from their mortgage, in unison? Or, better yet, lets say everyone clicked off the net for nine days. Watch how quick they legislate and mandate access then as they reveal the fist that deals hits of dopamine inside your head whilst keeping you inside a reality tunnel they set using all manner of digital spells. What? You didn’t know the net was a weapon?

ARPA ring any bells?

This is what I mean about checking the def and testing whats in your grip because, like all scams, the participant needs to be complicit in their own exploitation for it to kick and these folks have dreams for sale. Billions served daily.

Do the Knowledge. The real terrorism is the fact you pay rent because organized crime collects and if you’re wise enough to click how the whole thing is truly rigged to make one dance to the whims of the madman inside your head then the rest of the realm makes more sense as its etched via the same blueprint which is as old as it is effective. If not, feel free to choose ignorance, pay for every step and then come face to faceless with what I said once you draw your last breath and are fitted, afresh, for another Earthday Suit as your mind is wiped and you’re plugged back in to serve another life sentence… Money, money, money – its so funny how this thing that doesn’t exist underpins the entire illusion and drops a hint that the greatest power in this land is your imagination, yes?

Till we meet again

Holding on to what they gave only prevents you from grasping what is yours anyway and this is what they set you against seeking by pointing you in the wrong direction. Its a mind Game, par excellence, that has wove its spell via the intent of a secret coven of gangsters turned founding fathers and this realm is, due to your ignorance, the greatest protection racket ever seen. Thing is for those that still feel it seems like a living hell and they are entirely accurate. Its why the rest are numb and perfectly content with further numbing themselves as they sip the chalice (filled with tainted Kool Aid) that is offered to them as a final solution. Death comes in increments. Or degrees to be more accurate.

Why do they do this? Why do men do anything? Power. Long, long ago some people lost a battle and they didn’t take it well. As they set off across the lands in attempt to put their failed coup behind them they licked their wounds and formed a vicious kind of resolve that would never let this happen again. “They won due to better weapons. We had the numbers and tactical advantage and yet he, that one who shall not be named, dared to stand against us. We are now tattered but our revenge we shall have upon them over the coming generations”.

Over six thousand years ago this scheme was hatched and its been running, uninterrupted in the West, since then. You could say we’re speaking of the architects of the old order of the ages who are currently penning the next level script as you read this. Their methods are quite slick. You simply take people who believe in the divine, torture them until they’re out of their senses and convince them the devil did it and if you will but only accept the new savior they’re presenting then the suffering will and ye shall become prosperous. Did you spot the trick? The new god is actually the devil and the presence of this tale that flicks obscures that which the natives once knew well in lieu of a new programming that changes not only how they relate to Self but also this realm as well.

Imagine a bucket into which everyone passing in a town drops a penny. This is the repository of belief. Now lets pretend that the collection is so immense they upgraded it to a well and soon we have an ocean of loot flowing from all those, both current and dead, that are invested. Can you now envision that instead of material on this realm this is suspended as a crust that is built at the boundary to this realm and you’ve got the perfect example of a doorman who says “Your names not down, you’re not coming in” as you head to the exit. “Thats your problem” says the one still hearting and thus able to see through the deception and the only power they wield is what you give them and its quite an elegant sleight of hand as its as old as it is successful.

Most simply cannot perceive a con on the scale of this. Where intricate pieces are carved then presented upon the checkerboard of their awareness as people once born sovereign with complete dominion are ensnared into believing the Game another presents as the only option there is. Dangerous combination, chess and cons. I really do have to hand it to them. In the literal and metaphysical sense, take what you created as its entirely worthless to me now examined as I see through the pomp, splendor and ritual to the common thief hidden within whose ego got a bruising for daring to go against the natural order of things and thus he set off to win the ultimate win by becoming a god himself. “Jealous, much?” he said as he pointed at the energetic oceans of coins that were directed at him in this realm as his power grows with each investment to the tale that he brings to the battle scarred and beleaguered senses of his living hostages.

Once you’ve spotted the common thread that runs through so many myths, stories and legends it because quite obvious we’ve stumbled over the original blueprint that many other organizations and cliques would trace in order to be just like him. Most of them don’t know this and deny it with vehemence as they they point at a proud history that they were trained to believe. It has little to do with reality, sadly. Seeing this isn’t easy.

Imagine if you were the first team to bring lying to a realm. In a time, way back when, people didn’t see the benefit of deception as another truth was Self evident. “You are another me, together we“. Sure it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows as there was still conflict and the occasional skirmish as well but us in comparison to them took it to a whole nother as we created a simulacrum in our heads of who we think we are and aren’t as well the world we’re in and constantly mistake it for the real thing and are then stressed and upset when we feel a rising sense of discomfort within. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was not just convincing you he didn’t exist but that he was god himself. You really have to hand it the the Opponent. He keeps the Game super spicy with this new layer of deception wrapped on top of what was, at its heart, an illusion to allow the unfinite to grasp the perception of limits. Many from one, in that respect. Upwards and onwards again shall they step but not if you can convince them they are despicable worthless creatures that were born in sin, totally wicked, bereft of anything decent and horrendously rough stones that were in need of a good chiseling as they attempt to contort themselves to fit anothers perception.

This is where hell kicks in but because this guy is decent and he’s your friend as you’ve spent a lifetime investing in his concepts he is gonna do you a favor. It goes a little something like this:

“Man, I really should send you to hell, the abyss, nonexistence or whatever else you wish but I’m quite beneficent and merciful. Instead I’m going to give you another chance, another spin. Keep it a secret, mind you, its only because I like you and think you are capable of better than this”.

You nod what used to be your head but is now a resonant potential of emptiness that, once again, fell under the delusion of a malign influence that had spent your entire lifetime creating false concepts and paradigms. Robert may be your fathers brother but that is irrelevant as sperm meets egg and your sentience is linked to new flesh for another life sentence in which you’ll buy all the BS he sells via his various reps and System until you’ve lived, died and came back again so many times you’ll be at the point where I sit.

He really, really hates this. The only thing worse for him than someone disconnecting from the Matrix he built is choosing, voluntarily, to come back again and help the rest. Thing is his Slaves adore him and his false concepts as he’s quite adept at penning scripts that scramble their energetics and they feel an immense sense of comfort when others resonate the same over identical symbols, doing as instructed with nary a question nor original thought in their head as they have a card carrying membership that spans generations of enSlavement. Point out to them that they are wearing chains branded freedom and they’ll hate you for it. Ask them if they can move with the range of freedom they possessed upon stepping in and they’ll point at their sacred cow slash accepted myth called “Aging” as proof positive these binds are not only good for them but entirely natural and not the latest thing of a huge confidence trick that turns their negative emotions and suffering into a type of food for sustenance. Ah, the elegance of the Opponent. What once was a literal burnt offering as babies were thrown into a bullish edifice is now presented as an educational System that teaches them what to think and in the process starts not only killing them slowly but provides as many distractions as need to ensure they don’t realize this as they amuse themselves to death and meet that “Game Over” screen at the and where they’re surprised to see it but know nothing else than inserting their Soul as a credit for another spin.

“I’ve got the strangest feeling I’ve read this before” says one as a light sparks within. “Deja Vu!” suggests another to dim its potential and thus both stay in darkness due to the nature of the spells their tongues are weaving via vibration mixed with ignorance as they know not the nature of the rites, nor what is hidden in the left. A Game of three halves it is and what you don’t know you don’t know can, will and has killed you more times than you recollect. And yet, here you are. A glutton for punishment.

I am strongly starting to believe that I beat the Game and found the way home again but instead of ascending upstream I sank back into matter again. It explains so much between now and then as I’ve recently became clear in what exactly it is that I’m up against:

My mind.

How wild is this? Really take a moment three stop and think about it. I will say this:

You should not follow me. Don’t believe a thing I said but please consider it deeply. I am a broken man with shattered dreams and supremely powerful teachers that have immense resources at their beck and call and agents as far as the eye can see. No Morpheus and Trinity to team in this realm for me, presently, and the craziest thing is those who I’m doing for will hate the message, ignorantly. Belaam! I came in the door, I said it before…

Sometimes you’ve got to kick it off the hinges before you turn the tables and scratch the setlist that was playing its universal mind control rhythm to make everyone in the discotheque of flesh dance on strings they don’t suspect and move to a false beat that promises nothing but live, die, repeat with a liberal sprinkling of pain and suffering plus as much misery as you can handle, all covered by lashings of distractions and a digital panhandle. In order to prevent realization of this the meat puppets will do anything to pretend the hooks searing in their flesh and fully divined by their subconscious never, ever come to their Adulterated awareness which acts as a protective tick via use of the (false) self which, get this, orchestrated the whole thing off rip! Anyone who mentions this must be devil himself as the coping mech will grin as it points the blame at him, the external, for something you always felt within but only allowed your Self to sense once the correct vent was present. Bit of a mind Game, isn’t it? No wonder the so called schizo flips his lid when he comes face to faceless with what kicks whilst the mystic swims in the same seas the other drowns within…

If this is a bit beyond your ken then congratulate your Self for going the distance as most, at the behest of the voice in their head, would’ve clicked off before the 8th run on sentence. As intended. Look at the comments section of anywhere you wish and its obvious most people are straight up imbeciles. Thing is, this isn’t natural, but designed thus proof positive of how effective the System is with its grip on human consciousness. And yet, here I am. Dancing for the blind whilst singing for the deaf in a performance that is pitch perfect. Will they comprehend the message whilst I’m present so we can converse if what I saw within syncs with their own imperience as we, individual and collective, get to Know thy Self? Or will the masses cling to the illusion they were handed, like a brick, before being tossed into the ocean of ignorance their parents drowned in and their children are currently being instructed to accept without question.

Do you see how refined this is to make it all seem inevitable and that you have no options? This is a trick gangsters know well as, with a little deception and theatrics, they can make things seem quite different in order to keep their protection racket going. We are dealing with a parasitic lifeform that feeds on human consciousness and its favorite dish is the lower emotions like shame, suffering, pain, embarrassment and all of the rest people would rather run a mile in the opposite direction than take two steps within and embrace the true cause which is, almost always, an illusion. Its so, so clever. It really is. The grift never ends, from this realm to the next, because its same people you meet here and then. Just as you are the same the trick is realizing this because you aren’t this story any more than you are the flesh. You are the Witness. Light as a feather, powerful as an ocean as it takes the shape of whatever its poured in, without question. That was the original intent of this realm, a playground in the flesh till those who clicked that free will meant they could do as they wished because there are no consequences for what happens in an illusion that is based on the splitting of that which is a universal constant. Enter stage left, the devil. Or, in English, thats lived flipped. To whom have you dedicated this existence, I’m wondering?

Do these type of thoughts scare you? It can be most profitable to learn the noble art of discernment and see if that is truly you or the voice in your head that directs your Witness into feeling what it says. This, they don’t want. Not one bit. A populous just stupid enough to work the tills but not smart enough to question why the money they value more than life itself is actually worthless because its a made up piece of someones imagination to ensure that, win or lose, you remain under his influence and within his paradigm. I believe Slave describes them best and they will fight to maintain the status as they run from liberation due to the presence of the devil they know best that has spread, unchecked, from one generation to the next as they think his offering is the only Game in town due to the position of ignorance which is akin to giants kneeling at the feet of midgets.

Sure, it hurts to admit you’ve been tricked and standing up to regain your strength is potentially torturous due to a lifetime of groveling which has calcified that which one flexed (and can again) but the consequences are worth it and this is my bet, this is where I spin the only chip I truly posses in this crooked realm because when I heart the exit at the end it will be with full Knowledge of Self and this is what most do not realize is even an option, in the direct and visceral sense – not a load of old “He said, she said” cobblers – hence “Know ye not, ye are gods and all I have done ye are far more capable”.

There was a reason they hated that man its got nothing to do with what you think and actually has a hell of lot more common with what I said but can you see through the web that was spun before you even took a step and dare you peep the beast thats feasting upon your fear and negative emotions as it spins a tale as smooth a silk, dripping with milk and honey itself, to disguise the bitterness that kicks in once ingested but, by then, who cares as you’re Adulterated.

Till we meet again