Are You Living the Life You Want to Live?

“Are you living the life you want to live?”.

“What do you mean? Can you be more specific?”.

“How much more obvious can it get? Why are you avoiding the question?”.

“I’m not, its just its not that simple and I feel you expect a quick yes or no, off rip, when its much more subtle“.

“That means “No, but I’m afraid to admit it because then I’ll be miserable””.

“No it doesn’t. Stop projecting and putting words into my dish that I haven’t said”.

“But you’ve felt them. Can you think how diff this convo would be after a couple of drinks? They say the truth slips when you forget to pack your mask for the evening, yes?”.

“Ahhhhh! Its always a head trip when you’re in a mood like this. OK, I’ll admit that the moment you asked the question I knew the answer was “No”, in an instant”.

“Till you heard “But…” and the rest of the narrative kicked in. Like I said, back when, that is your Opponent. You aren’t it and it exists solely to trick you into accepting its suggestions as a script that you then go on and manifest. See how its so much simpler when one is Centered in Self as you don’t have to keep engaging in all this mess of world building and projection along with the stress of seeming perfect plus what of the immense hint about your compartmentalization aka the fragmented Self which is a hallmark of the spell that holds 81% of the planet in its grip”.

“OK. No, I’m not. Is anyone? Really? I don’t think they are but most people just don’t have the time, patience or inclination to think at this depth because a) its super depressing and b) there is a lot of resistance and c) bills are in effect”.

“Aka the psychosocial treadmill“.

“Yep, that I don’t disagree with”.

“So, if you could be anywhere and do anything with money being no object, just living with pure passion, what and where do you pick?“.

“I want to climb mountains. I don’t know what it is about heights but they spark something within as you’re away from the madness and totally grounded in the present which, if you think, is mad ironic as you’re actually clambering up a hill. I’ve done a bit, here and there, but not at the length I wish. Its exhilarating and there is an immense sense of satisfaction you feel so profoundly within when you hit the summit that real life itself is totally lacking. Gosh, the treadmill. You know I was so forlorn when that concept actually sunk in because before it was totally invisible and now I can’t miss it. I genuinely can’t imagine what the hell goes on in that head or how you even manage to relate to the rest as its so tiring to keep pace. You’re relentless, you know?”.

“Yeah, they say that. To me its just natural. I think what you lot do is a strange skill you’ve learned. Or adapted. Like a flea circus. Ha! Thats perfect as their leap is curtailed and thus they put on a performance. Deep down within you know they must think its ridiculous or something is missing from the pic and yet the environment is set, perfect, to keep them locked in to an induced resonance as it favors another mind that lords over them. That describes, real well, life on this planet”.

“Yeah, no. Not going there today, thanks. Thats literally a ticket to no kip and lying in bed thinking at Two AM. Not feeling that trip but it proves, real well, what I said about the inside of your head because you just take it in stride like thats the sketch and keep it moving”.

“Its why I’ve said most people Thunk as there is plenty they won’t accept and even more they don’t suspect as well all the stuff they cannot allow themselves to think aka the Mind Made Prison they dwell within. I mean, imagine you lived and died like one of those well trained fleas and at the end they showed you a flick of how high you could leap, chilling on a leaf with your side piece, watching nature do its thing and you said “Hell yeah, sign me up for this!” and then got tricked by a pimp with a circus again. Can you pretend one turns to the next whilst in the construction and said “Say, do you think we could stretch our legs more than this? Is this light real? Why did we need to sit still and look ahead whilst doing well on the test?“”. She started laughing then said:

“You really make it all sound so ridiculous but I can’t deny the logic behind it. No, in that context the well trained flea would think he’s flipped his lid because of the construction that makes them fit within boxes they don’t suspect but expect, nonetheless. Context is an amazing thing. Got to admit, I’m still tripping off what you said about brainwaves and resonance. That was simply mindblowing and I wonder why they keep it hid?”.

“Why not? Because its effective and how it is. The world is filled with datasets and sciences straining in their own directions but no polymaths or natural philosophers of an intuitive bent to stitch together a narrative that the rest can challenge or inspect. Instead they dwell within a chunk of their head being force fed labels in lieu of imperience and most couldn’t give an F as long as they can happily amuse themselves to death. So, back on thread, why aren’t you living the life you want to live? The one of which you know you are capable?”.

“Duh, money. Why else? You know I jet off on a trip every month or six but I can’t afford to do all that and pay the rent etc so something has to give. Its why I live in that tiny apartment, shop at a thrift and ride the bus etc etc”.

“And yet, if I asked you if you were free you say “Yes”, instantly“.

“Yeah, now this one is a thinker. That I will admit because I literally didn’t go to bed after you broached that topic. Its like you said, the hardest thing to see is the world thats been pulled over your eyelids as you think thats it. Gah! Its such an amazing trick. No wonder this shadowy clique you posit see you as a bete noire, par excellence. Truly I can agree with them sometimes because you present an alternative that can’t be unconsidered once known and that can be quite threatening”.

“Birds raised in a cage think flying is a sickness but what if one steps in and won’t stop spreading his wings? Surely there must be some type of hundredth monkey effect, yes? And even if there isn’t I’d rather be the jelly that pushes against the limits than folds in upon itself“.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. Most people don’t like boat rocking and such things. Its like what you said about about creating a working vacation then negotiating a graft from home but at a distance with my current occupation. Its an amazing concept, truly it is. Workable as well but I just can’t bring myself to implement it as the resistance is immense and I feel like I’d be spread too thin. Besides, I don’t mind the office and look forward to the hills”.

“Sad, isn’t it? How many people are allergic to success, afraid to win and scared to death of admitting this. Its what secretly powers the treadmill and thus it a mind Game, par excellence. A total trip in which the fleas legs never spring even though they dream of ascent and the freedom which speaks to the potential thats within as their true nature was trained out of them to make way for something else”.

“What if that is exactly how its supposed to be though? I don’t buy into the whole stages thing or these invisible and powerful agents of manipulation-“.

“Even though your life stands as testament?” I asked, with a grin.

“Shut up! There is literally no proof, its wild tinfoil at best and could be explained well by the machinations of powerful men and no need for off planet interference“.

“Take what works, leave the rest. I just kick the ballistics as I see them and decode at the res I process in the moment and to me its Self evident because consciousness is all there is ergo if we are wearing the tech that allows us to interact with this realm then it makes sense there are those without that do their thing without its constriction as their matter is more subtle”.

“Yeah, thats totally mind bending. Like schizo lane, for certain”.

“Don’t you think its strange that every single nutter, ever, has always said the same thing? That something outside of them is putting thoughts in their head? And how the rest of the well adjusted simply accept that voice which speaks just like them and question not its edicts and suggestions but choose to enact them instead?”.

“I’ve just felt something in my spinal column that was like the opposite of AMSR. RSMA, I’m calling it. Its a wild and creepy sensation that is grossly stimulating. I don’t know, I really don’t. You may have just hit the nail on the head or could be a madman who is off his meds or a zillion and one other things but this mind without limits bit is exhausting to keep up with as most just want to keep their head down and live the script as it takes way less effort but I can’t deny that I see way more mechanized habits – what did you call them again?”.

“Patterns“.

“Yeah, right. Patterns. The old click-whirr, no thinking needed, rinsed and repeated ways of being. Its amazing how they’re obvious but invisible until you start decoding instead of being encoded. I don’t know, maybe you’re right about the whole thing and this really is a Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. If it is then I can’t help but wonder why you choose this method of engagement because surely you would do best up a hill, at a distance, with all that time to think and flesh out your concepts in a quest for higher consciousness?”.

“I could, probably would and most likely will. But not at this moment as it doesn’t feel appropriate. It seems like I’ve got to lace the 8 with Game before I step, even if its a basic outline of a sketch as your imperiment proves that once seen it can’t be missed and thus the OS inside your head is now irrevocably different as you decode a greater resonance which, in turn, brings shifts to the collective as each one, teach one is in effect as you’ll tell a friend who tells a friend and thus begins the involution”.

“Ha! So there is a method to the madness. Yeah, that makes sense but I think you really over estimate the intelligence or general openness of most people. I cannot think of a single friend with whom I could have these conversations without them considering me a loon. Simply won’t happen”.

“See. Thats exactly the mindset that stopped you implementing the remote work challenge I set because you’re defeated from within and thats a litmus test which reveals the fingerprints of your Opponent who is, at this moment, feasting on your consciousness as he suppresses your potential by running interference via the voice in your head which leads us back, full circle, and ties the whole things into a nice thread of coherent narrative which shows the flea’s been trained well and doesn’t want to leap too far or stretch its legs for fear of bumping its head even though the conditions are induced and totally unnatural”.

“You really are incorrigible” she said with a shake of her head.

Till we meet again

Negative Thoughts Are There to Challenge

For so many the title brings a straight line in Tetris moment, par excellence, as previous blockages just melt and they comprehend they are no longer living hostages to the voice in their head which seems to either change its whims like a madman or never have anything decent to say as it constantly whips the wind from your sails with its caustic comments that torment one from within.

Negative thoughts are there to challenge.

Their makeup, when traced by one doing the Knowledge, is often quite interesting as a lot may hear the tone in their own voice but reps a hyper critical parent or some other standard they Thunk they should be keeping. Let me give you an example:

“All of my life, since school, really, I’ve had great answers and concepts but had always been scared to share them. The moment I’d raise my hand or want to volunteer for something the voice within would comment and sneer like:

“You’re stupid and worthless. Nobody wants to hear your mess. Shut your lip. Its probably incorrect anyway. Then you’ll make us both look dim so just be quiet and blend in. Play the background. Be invisible”.

And such things. Because you can’t imagine not being “you” you kind of take it for granted that this is how it is. It takes me back to what you said about learned helplessness and elephants that don’t know their strength because when you told me I could challenge the thoughts with a “Stop lying!” and then, almost to spite it, do the opposite I felt such an immense thrill. It was like my inner child came roaring into focus and said:

“We don’t take that mess anymore” and proceed to curb stomp my demons. I have to admit, it was super liberating as I never truly clicked the immense amount of tension I’ve lived with because, once again, you can’t imagine being what you are. Until you aren’t. Then you wonder why the hell you ever tolerated it. This is insane. We are insane, really.

Before this if you’d said I was living hostage of a predator of awareness I’d have thought you a tad weird because whilst it hit the nail on the head it was still a bit abstract, in a sense, because its my head, they’re my thoughts, I’m that voice so where does the monster fit in? That simple thing of doing what I’d never did and talking back made me realize that I can’t be it and now the rest makes so much sense. You should lead with this as your pitch as its really simple and effective because the rest seems a tad out there to those plugged in but now I have to resist screaming and yelling to the rest about whats really happening because people truly are miserable but won’t dare admit it.

What a strange situation. Thanks again!” she said, with a grin, after having liberated her Self from the Mind Made Prison she detested but equally refused to acknowledge as life without it didn’t exist when safely ensconced in its iron grip via a fist draped in velvet.

To me this was a poignant case that showed Warriors come in all styles and fashions and how an a gram of show is worth an ounce of tell. Its interesting as others have had similar hits that felt like mainlining the secret truth of the universe from an article or vid as well as conversations because you never really know what the frequency is to help another unlock their Self because, in the end, its all done from within and you are the one that makes it happen. Back on topic:

Next time that chatterbox in your head that pretends to be you says something you don’t like, challenge it. Face it down like a bully that ran up on the wrong school kid and tried to tax em for milk and flush their head down the toilet instead. See what happens. For some it can be instantly effective, others need to build the muscle via repetition. Either way its presents a new option that Opponent would never, ever let slip because he needs you to live his script in order to keep ruling your consciousness. Its a very elaborate scheme but the trick is quite simple because most people have a low resolution image of their Self and thus its missing the details needed for discernment and this is akin to realizing your own strength as a giant after having been trained to scrape and beg as you kneel at the feet of midgets. It really is quite a powerful tool for liberation. Lets make it more practical with some steps:

Take a thought that often kicks around in your head. For example:

“You are stupid and worthless”.

Now, scan through the life you’ve lived and find three concrete examples that refute this:

“I came top of the class in that multiple choice test, back when”.

“My favorite teacher called me her little ray of sunshine that was always beaming”.

“The head of department recently said that my conscientious is a credit to the firm”.

Keep doing this and you are, in effect, sneaking a file in a cake to the (false) self in the cell as you plan liberation. The funny thing is when they click that there is no lock holding them in and they could’ve walked out at any moment. Its a tragic comedy, in a sense. Thats what the Game of Souls is, in the end, and it is what you make it from moment to moment. The girl in the example wasn’t interested in the rest of the metaphysics etc as she was perfectly content to finally have the incessant nag in her head she thought was standard equipment resting in its grave, dead. Life took on a new lease of joy and she bounds around with a spring in step, looking for a challenge when before she was more of your shrinking violet. I guess the old adage of “Whether you think you can or not – you’re correct” highlights well the true nature of the challenge because, for example, there are women who have been beaten by a man for quite a while and they put up with it but the day he raised a hand to her kid she got up and left, in an instant, as she simply would not tolerate this.

Frogs in the kitchen illustrate this well as your Opponent knows you better than you Know thy Self in this unequal deal all kinds of wrongs can be sold with a bill of rights that cost you not only your money and time but also the life you could’ve lived by realizing the challenge. Its why I say there are no accidents, only opportunities in this realm as that type of mindset sees you take an L and stack it with the next to make a W instead because failure is the way to success and the means by which its achieved if you see it as a lesson and apply the feedback it brings. It really is about interpretation, in the end, and one should attempt to get as free as possible because nothing exceeds like excess when it comes to mental flex as I assure you its the gift that keeps on giving and it sure beats the alternative of being huddled over with a stick which is testament to a life lived with ever decreasing options and yet we call it “aging” when, in reality, its no such thing as there are cultures and civilizations in which the so called elderly are smart as a whip, full of vim and able to move as they wish. Granted they don’t have office desks, standardized education and the rest of the tools of the psychosocial treadmill but they stand as testament to what I said because the flesh reflects the mind as they of the same design expressing via two stems like electricity and magnetism as we are, in the end, energetic beings that ignorantly accumulate resistance and believe a lack of current as we progress is standard equipment when its actually the fingerprints of the predator of consciousness which nibbles on the glowing coat of a child so that around six they start to dim and after a couple of decades the lights aren’t on but someone is sitting in the darkness being handed labels in lieu of imperience as they are totally divorced from the present moment via a really slick form of mind control hypnosis that, at this moment, holds 81% of the planet in its grip and if you point it out to them they’ll gnash, wail and bare their teeth with rage at daring to suggest they’ve been fooled and caged via what they Thunking.

How few of them click that what motivates these actions is exactly what I said is rushing to defend its investment in your ignorance hence the reactions which are proof positive. On the flip, this girl would never have said a thing to anyone but when the thunderbolt of options hit and she realized she did have a voice and could raise it the false god of her inner realms slinked off into the distance because bullies only like to pick on those they know won’t slice and dice em as its simply too much effort for the return on their investment hence you are either the Victim or Opponent of this process as there are no other options on this level of the Game we’re all playing by inserting our Souls as credits. Once you’ve got to grips with your inner realms and wish to ascend to another level of practice, try this:

Close your eyes and speak, inside your head, as a wilful statement and notice the energetic imprint. From whence it came? Where is it placed? Most report this state is near their lips. Now, next time you feel a negative thought start to kick close your eyes and shift back to this neutral resonance and query its presence. Many will attest that its off to the right or left of their head, slightly in front or behind. Wherever it is, it is not them. Play with a bit. Interesting things can happen.

One of the best things the girl said bears repeating:

“I finally feel like a grown up. All of my life I’ve been treat like a kid, mainly because thats what I expected and now I get that that tone stems from back when and I, in effect, reparented it by first challenging the tantrums and stress it projects then showing it something else from my life and accomplishments which totally changed the relationship as I am now at the helm of my consciousness instead of playing second fiddle to a voice in my head that I put to rest with a different way of thinking“.

Till we meet again

You Are Perfectly Equipped to Handle Your Life

As I’ve said, elsewhen, looking down at the Third Dimension from the Fifth shows how reality is scripted. That makes a lot of sense as we’re within a fractal of consciousness that reflects as it projects aka the tele/microscope effect which is pretty mind bending to comprehend. Have you ever known a life long pothead that had to quit because every time he gets high now he skips over mellow bliss and musical appreciation and leaps straight to the land of the skitz where he’s instantly as paranoid as one can get and thus he hops off the green dragon he does miss? Its actually quite common and the above effect is the reason because you can think about it like the difference between waking and dreams. There is a specific type of energy, or Ether, if you will, that is accessed via this herb being thrown into the mix and this is why potheads often close their eyes in bed and have a distinct lack of REM. Its because they’ve used up all the fuel that would ordinarily fly them to Button Moon and thus Mr Spoon sits, alone, and wonders where you went. Its also why they say they feel more inspired, relaxed and creative. What do you think would kick once they comprehend they can there, in effect, with breath and still see night time visions in their head? Wouldn’t that be something. Anyway, that was a bit of mad tangent as it has virtually nothing to do with this topic beyond laying the groundwork for another missive whilst sketching the outlines of my higher dimensional perspectives in your head for you to contemplate or reject. Whatever you wish.

You are perfectly equipped to handle your life.

What I mean by this is you can take the most sniveling little bish that complains about that and this but does very little beyond the woe is me schtick and show them that if they invert this performance and simply feel what they’ve been avoiding they’ll find an immense power within that can totally flip the script. There is a reason why the finger that extends in blame secretly directs three at the Prime cause. You are the problem, my friend.

Radical concept, I know. Considering nowadays everyone wins, safe spaces are never invaded and people perform mental gymnastics as they trade labels and buy into what others said whilst Thunking their lying eyes are incorrect. If you dare mention this then you’re worse than Hitler himself but how odd that everyone says Churchill was a complete gent when his own personal death toll is immense. Whoever wins writes what they wish. It would do you good to remember this because its called “His Story” for a reason… What I’m saying is this:

If this is all scripted then you obviously accepted a mission, sink or swim, to come here, forget your Prime point of origin and “Be Human”. Whatever that means. Some people are so well trained to color in within the lines they set that they’ll gladly live and die a life inauthentic because it relieves them from the deal of having to actually do something about it. Its very easy to be fake. The modern world attests and yet every single child incarnates as totally genuine hence not wanting to give Aunt Bunny a kiss as her mustache is so big. How quickly this realness is whipped out of them, eh? “Be like me” say the parents, loudly, whilst hiding the quiet part which hints that they actually detest themselves and life they live as they schlep around the psychosocial treadmill with the rest.

Lets lace the Game with movie examples as these ninety minute empathy generating machines seal the deal with what Campbell called the Heroes Quest. This journey starts with a state of perfection or the flip meaning paradise is either lost or its all to win aka the underdog or fall from grace and redemption. In many ways the woods of holly the Druids used to weave spells and the modern equivalent both map reality, quite well, as art tells a lie which isn’t but to those plugged in its just entertainment. How many of them noticed that, once upon a when, it was only celebs that were totally shredded specimens of health looking perfectly radiant on color graded film that perfected their image whereas now mere mortals attempt to emulate this whilst living with no offseason in which to chill. That and the immense uptick in nip tucks and the rest mean we’re headed to looking super generic as everyone emulates the algorithm which online trends and challenges pimp as everyone wants to feel connected due to the immense isolation they won’t admit and nagging sensation that something is very, very wrong with this realm. Obviously the mainstream won’t talk about this but will fill you up with bad news that’s bad for your health in order to keep you tuning in and asking Daddy Government:

“Won’t someone do something?”.

Aside from all of this you are perfectly equipped to handle your life. Stuff like the above and coping mechs, however, provide saccharine sweet disguises to hide the bitter truth that many are weaker than they’d like to admit and have never, ever pushed the limits or tested themselves to see what happens because for all their whining and moaning they are quite comfortable as they tweet from an L shaped couch whilst avocado toasting. Me? I come from a place two steps from hell where kids were smoking and drinking before puberty kicked in and, my Self, had grays in my late teens due to the immense stress of being dealt a rigged hand from a stacked deck ergo when its time to sink or swim the first thing to ditch is that brick in your hands marked “The way it is“. After you swim back to the beach of life you can’t but notice the apartments and locations are filled with the rich who, like Carlin said, have a big gang that you ain’t in. What if they actually threw us in to the drink in order to keep the best real estate for themselves and then printed all the money thats fit to imagine as people doggy paddle and hope to ascend but will mostly inherit the earth when its poured on top of them at the end. I know, sounds like pure tinfoil, doesn’t it? What next? Outer space lizards from another dimension that appear invisible but extend their tendrils into human conscious to manipulate meat puppets who are in a position of ignorance about their true strength and power in this realm? Don’t be ridiculous! One thing I do suspect though is this:

What if electricity is actually an alien and we’ve Witnessed, first hand, its own “theory of evolution” as it went from phone to Xerox to web and now wants to slide Siri into your iris and become your royal, loyal best friend via chips that conduct their unknown but well used resonance from now till the end as you merge consciousness and beget Techno Sapiens as a hybrid in this realm? What then, eh? Grist for the mill, grind at will as we get back to the topic:

I want you to look at what you have overcame and reframe it like a motion pic. Better yet, why not write a script with you as the main character because you are, my friend, you are, So many people are content playing “Face in the crowd number four hundred and eighty six” as they live and die a masked existence but some of us prefer to look within and meet both god and the devil aka Inner Sense and Adulteration as well as a key playa in the Game most never even imagined:

The Witness aka that which listens when the voice in your head is talking. If I ask you, right now, to imagine where you would like to live and what would you be doing if money was no object you may have noticed that there is part of you looking at something else that offers up its suggestions for you to accept or reject then bring to life with your awareness. That is your subconscious and how it relates to the Witness. Its also the same process the predator of consciousness pimps to manipulate your timestream with a red or blue shift as it can’t exist within the mid of the golden circle.

Make your life a movie, complete with special effects and the trailer voice etc.. I know mine is, for sure, and whilst most are not as dramatic this sense of space injects some breathing room that turns imperfection into I’m perfection hence why I say I’m the luckiest man alive and wouldn’t trade places with anyone, anywhen, regardless of what has happened as I feel like a coal among diamonds that are ignorant of the pressure that creates perfection and purifies the mess. Become an alchemist, my friend. Imagine life is a Game you’re playing using your Soul as a credit. Why do you care what others think when, in reality, you aren’t that important and even if they did care a little bit most of them Thunk on the surface with very little of depth and the best part is they’re simply figments of your imagination anyway. Befriend your enemies, chase your fears and get familiar with discomfort. Hang out there for a bit, see what kicks as this is where the magic happens and it truly is beautiful.

Now, granted, even around my way a lot of peeps thought my ways were strange but most gladly listened as they had not a pot to whizz in nor a window from which to eject and thus any distraction was welcome and it may just change their mindset so they’d imperiment, report back what kicked and then we’d refine the process and this is why I’ve said that you are perfectly equipped to handle your life as its always, always, always worked out like this. Here’s how to do it:

Ask someone you know well to share what you do really well. I know in the age of the net most severely neglected developing a talent which is part of being conveniently numb as they may sit there watching endless cooking vids but never set foot in the kitchen as they’re too busy doordashing or something. Ironic, yes? Hallmarks of a fake life or face in the crowd living a life unexamined. If this stings then do something, bish. Next, stop being so predictable. Switch up your habits, try something different or attempt what you detest. Roll a dice. Take a chance. Go jet skiing. Talk to real people, spark up random conversations based on in the moment observations and you’ll be amazed at how open folks get as who doesn’t like speaking on themselves? Build some discipline. Cold turkey something you can’t imagine living without in your grip. Ask your folks for tales and tidbits of odds things you did or said as a kid and then feelsee into them and get that mindstate back again then act on it. Move to another town, pick a place at random, and see what happens.

I’m sure you get the drift and some of you can also guess why my drop in was so addictive that people would often be waiting in the rain to get in with an update or mission correction as we flipped the variables in their grip because when you change what you control what influences you doth shift and that, my friend, is where the Game gets interesting as pushing buttons is how I live as there are no limits in my head ergo I ask what I wish with no malice or badness – just curious intent to get an answer that is honest and direct because being genuine is the rarest thing in this realm at the present moment and if you think about your favorite flick the protagonist always has something about him that is a character defining element that makes him different from the plebs and one to watch as things happen. Even if, off rip, its hid as he tries hard to fit in and yet feels something is a miss whilst all those around are steadily gaslighting him until he clicks the line he’s been fed are an immense distraction then sets off on his quest to face the challenge that presents once he flips the script.

That, to me, is a life. Not for the performance or external appreciation but due to how it feels within as its totally exhilarating to push the limits and live then go back and do it again because thats a day a in the life of a playa called Prince who is a stubborn type of fellow with a head like a brick that houses a special kind of consciousness we call Inner Sense. Are you one of the 8%? Get in where you fit in as this type of trip splits the Warriors from the Slaves, real quick, as the former relish the challenge with a grin and can’t wait to dive in to the depths of their potential whilst the rest shrink in dread and go back to perma-posting and being keyboard activists whilst live streaming their breakfast for the validation it brings as “Face in the crowd number four hundred and eighty six” gets his dopamine fix on the net whilst running the treadmill in this Game we all play using our Souls as credits.

Till we meet again

Living for the Expectations of Others

Living for the expectations of others is a surefire way to generate misery. Its amazing how much of this “Me, me, me” culture that is being normalized currently is actually “What do you think of me, me, me?” when you strip away the narrative that disguises this. Very rarely do satisfy anothers standards and to attempt this again and again means someone is engaging in the psycho-spiritual form of BDSM because they must be gaining some sort of pleasure or release from the pain otherwise they would change. Maybe not. Some people have to fall in and climb out of the same hole again and again before they formulate a better way.

I spent quite a while banging my head against a brick wall when three steps to my left allowed me to grasp a handle that flipped the entire thing as I walked seamlessly through the obstacle and into a far better state of being. Nobody really likes to nag, moan and whinge, contrary to what you may think. Oh sure, there are some people who are genuinely miserable and can’t wait to share this abundance of darkness with anyone unlucky enough to make their acquaintance as they use them like an emotional tampon via which to vent but eight out of ten, when questioned, “If I could flick a switch and let the sun shine within by making all of the clouds you’ve known melt would you take it?” will gladly accept.

The other two are fixed, rigid and have often lived lives defined by the events that made them like this and, for them, the thought of change causes a great amount of petrification because it is akin to annihilating themselves. Which, in a sense, it is but only the false self with a small S so the large one can step in to the place it vacates and once again take up residence. A lot of people are scared stiff of this and it speaks volumes as the true nature of the problem in this realm and why being authentic is at an all time low whilst image building creates castles in the sky that the hopelessly hopeful then move in and attempt to delude themselves and the rest that its the real thing. They are, in a way, very similar to those two out of ten but are defined by delusion instead and anyone who even seems like they may pop the balloon upon which they hitch a life is seen as a prick.

Having standards and respect for yourself is something quite vital but people come from families that shred the inborn undependent spirit all children possess when stepping into this realm from the moment they are teething and thus create little broken replicas of themselves. Its a sad state of affairs. It really is but most don’t care and the System gladly turns a blind eye to the misery it begets because its in its best interests when it comes to symptom management, distraction, discontent and the sale of trinkets because when one is coming from a state of coherence these baubles are correctly viewed as worthless and nowhere near as essential as most people suspect if they don’t introspect and just live the Patterns instead.

Emotional blackmail often lies at the heart of this and its such a corrosive emotion that seeps from one generation to the next because its such an effective weapon that warps the awareness of one who it touches so they then make it part of their arsenal. Its why kids turn into their parents even though they hated what they did as they respin the cycle of ignorance whilst laying another brick in the wall of their families suffering. It takes an immense amount of strength to do for Self, even if that means you’ve got to walk alone for a bit and suffer the slings, arrows, looks and gossip that come from not holding up your end on a weight you inherited. Sometimes just by dropping it the other comes to their senses about the immense amount of effort they’d been putting in to such silly, non essential things.

Its rare but it can happen, especially if the person has an inkling of their inner realm and has often wished to change without knowing quite how to go about it. In the case of which I’m speaking it also helped said person wasn’t entirely enmeshed and fixated upon another being as they were locked in an orbit of dysfunction as she had quite a healthy social circle and with them was quite different. The daughter often lamented “Why can’t you treat my like one of your friends who always sing your praises and seem quite decent?” to which the mother quipped “Why don’t you start acting like them and we’ll see what happens?”.

When she upped, left, stopped picking up her phone and responding to texts her mother went on a rampage of sorts, raging and wailing to anyone who’d listen. In due course this dissipated, mainly due to her friends who said “Look, you two were always fighting. Maybe its for the best. Leave her alone, see what happens” which echoed exactly what I’d shared about a dog on chain isn’t loyal but obliged. The true test is to set it free and then see what happens.

The girl felt immense waves of guilt. She often felt like her very world was crumbling and became her own harshest critic, like her mother times ten, and nearly spiraled into a loop of Self Destruction and all it took was telling her that “Guilt and fear are street signs on the way to healing. You’ve got to learn how to decode the signal in the present and keep walking with your intent as opposed to being encoded by previous imperience”. She took this on board, real quick, and chose painting. Its something she’d always felt drawn toward but had never been encouraged because in their lives money was stretched thin since her father left and her mother had to do the single parent thing. Part of their angst was due to her using her daughter as a vent for things that were wrong in her relationship and when I mentioned they were carrying the casket of a man who was technically dead and that was the main cause of their discontent she ran with tears streaming at the implications.

Next time she popped in she had thrown some ink on canvas that depicted this and said “You know what, you were right. It all makes sense. Things were perfect when it was us three as a unit and then not long after he left nothing I did came up to scratch. There was always a bone to pick, a pointless argument that lead to screaming and yelling. At the time I thought it was my fault. That I was doing this but now I get it and see the true cause of the burden”.

Across town her mother was sitting in quiet reflection as she watched the kettle boil and noticed how quiet her house is because “Its not a home any more. Not since she left. I miss her something terrible” as she drew out a pad and pen as I’d instructed and started writing down their top ten arguments. She laughed, she cried and then eventually shook her head at how stupid it all is when she looked back at the cause of this dissent that had caused this course of actions because, as I said, “The outside only reflects the in and if we remove what is rotten then the stink we blame another for vanishes as we smell the roses instead”.

Later that night she was at one her many social events with her friends that often linked to something charitable or religious and as they were doing their bit she asked “Do you think I’m a two faced bish?” to the friend she called best who thought for a moment and then said “Who isn’t? Why did you ask this? Penny for em, go on spill!” because these two were more like sisters as they had such an easy cohesion. She also got on really well with the daughter who called her Auntie even though they weren’t related as she’d been there since a kid so she knew the outs and ins.

“Well, one of the last things she said before she packed up and left was that I’m a two faced bish. She says I show the world that I’m open minded, tolerant and really easy going but with her its a constant drive for perfection, nothing is ever good enough or up to her standards and even when she does well its not congratulated or encouraged because its expected“. “Well I’ve told you that before because you’re really harsh on the kid. I know why you think you do it but you get a better response with sugar than the other thing. You never used to be like this, its only after your man left…” and their conversation took off on a whole nother tangent as they talked from the night till the AM about things she’d never addressed or mentioned. Such is the power of a true friend who pulls no punches and you respect enough to listen. Very rare in this realm but can generate miracles.

The budding artist to be was almost giddy as she stood there with easel recreating the landscape as her hair billowed in the wind and wore a silly little grin through which her tongue was poking in concentration. So much so that she didn’t notice me slip in via the periphery of her awareness and when she did she was startled and let out a squeal of delight then said “Well, what do you think?”. The scene was only based partly in reality as it hinted at something far deeper and yet cyclic because it was a visual representation of that well known poem about footprints. Seeing it alone was proof she was healing and what she said next confirmed it:

“I met my mother in the market. I was just out getting some shopping and we ran into each other. It was a little awkward but I was feeling amazing and didn’t try to hide how great it felt to see her or not see her. In that sense I was indifferent and it was so liberating just telling it how it is and, to my surprise, she said she got why I did it and wished me the best, gave me a hug and kiss and went about her business. Thats why I called you here because I’m painting this for her and taking it over once its done. She lxved that poem and often said that I was the strength that kept her going when life knocked the wind out of her sails when Dad left”.

It really was something and the girl in front of me was so different to what she had been. Way more confident, happy and present in the moment. Her mother had made some shifts as well but nowhere near as dramatic as the blooming of this flower that was wilting under her critical attention. She’d came into her own in a sense now and was way more confident and all it took was almost a year to disconnect. I asked her about how she felt, the difference between now and then, what she’d gained, lost, imperienced. All of these kind of things. She replied:

“I wish I’d did what you said when you first mentioned back then. I simply wasn’t ready and I really thought that if I just tried really, really hard I’d be able to fill the gap that she felt by being exactly as she wished. That was so stupid. Not to mention frustrating and tiring. What did it get us? Same pot full of pish that we threw over each other than complained about the stink whilst not doing anything to change our thoughts, minds and actions. So stupid!”.

Sometimes you’ve got to bang your head against the wall before you realize there was a door there, just waiting, for you to change your perspective. “Speaking of which” she said with a grin as she jutted out her chin and stood straighter still “I have an appointment with the man at the gallery tomorrow evening. He saw the painting that guy you sent from the Cafe commissioned and asked him who made it then gave me a ring. He says I’ve got real talent and wants to see if I’ve got what it takes to put on an exhibition as they are working on a feature to spotlight local talent”.

And just to think, thirteen months ago all of this energy would’ve been spent in arguing instead. Its why I say living for the expectations of others is akin to a slow death sentence that gradually drains the joy and purpose from your existence. I knew she’d get to where she was headed and that it was only a small step on the leap of her progress. The thing with wings is many mothers are afraid to let their kids spread them and leave the nest because of the implications but that is another topic that the astute among you will have already clicked because those who feel insecure within often make another experience this and thus project what they dread onto anothers existence.

You might see her, here and there, always stained in some kind of paint or ink. Often grinning and now her mother is her agent and they have a thriving little business where she can create whatever you wish and the weight they once strained in effort to carry without checking if it was worth it has long since been jettisoned as they each do what they do best and the mother nurtures her childs vision which in turn spurs her to polish her skills and in the end everyone wins as I told them:

“The friction of the past is what caused the refinement process that allowed your relationship to shine like a diamond. Or maybe pearl would be best, know why?” to which the mother piped up real quick “Because they’re quite beautiful but formed via constant irritation just like the objection of my affection” as she gestured with her head and we all fell about laughing at her quip. Suddenly the daughter grabbed a pen and started sketching the outline a vision she’d just been inspired with and said “What till you see this. Its going to be my magnum opus. Not the Birth, which everyone knows well but a triptych I call the Inception of Venus. A tale of unification, division and the beauty of coherence in which both parties accept the land which lays as it is in order to beget a foundation for greater things and the joy of unfolding as, together, we ascend to a new level of resonance in the Game”.

Till we meet again

In, but Not of the World

You really have to applaud the Opponent. Its all so perfectly set and balanced that if anyone speaks against it the rest will rush to defend that which is oppressing them. Sheer genius. Even to mention the topics would cause responses ranging from “Are you alright in the head?” to “Don’t be stupid!” and all points in between as people reject the truth of reality as it stands due to the ignorance they possess that is masquerading as wisdom. Its so slick because you have to be in, but not of the world to see it and if you are that then its irrelevant anyway, so why discuss?

Thing is then you see the rest suffering as they perish due to a lack of Self Knowledge and you have three options. Either sit back and do nothing, let them figure it out for themselves as and when. Sell them dreams, diversions and tangents that simply reaffirm what they want to hear but have never changed a thing as they are designed to be ineffective but exceedingly lucrative for one engaged in the business of selling delusions or the least popular option:

Tell them the truth. There is no way they’ll get it. The System is designed to protect its investment and that is those whose minds were impressed with its mode of operating and that code itself contains various failsafes designed to ensure that none transgress the boundaries they set way back when. On top of that there is immense fear generated at the thought one may have been tricked into believing fakeness and pride will not allow many to even consider this aspect. Add in socially sanctioned strength and the appeal of past generations subscription to said topics and ways of living and the fact that anything resembling neuro-plastic hardens like wet cement after the age ten as people are set in their ways and thus view change as destruction. That isn’t all though, my friend, the ace in the hole really is something else:

The voice in your head.

Its theirs. They own and control it and it directs everything you think you think when the word Thunk is actually more accurate as it hands you the script and you live it. Ah, its genius. I really have to hand it to them because even though what I’ve just outlined is the skeleton there is tons of muscle fiber, skin and organs added on top to flesh it out and thats without mentioning the bright lights and shiny things designed to lure your attention as well as various promises and suggestions that coalesce to form the business of living.

Its so amazing. If you ask an average person to strip away their name, bank balance, friends, family, achievements, accolades, religion (if they believe) or intellect (if they don’t) then whats left? Exactly. Exactly. If you get it you get it and if you don’t you won’t. It really is that simple but I will say this:

If everything you think you know really was true, accurate and effective then your life would be perfect in all respects, yes? If you hop in your car and set a course to a destination and get there only to be told you’re miles away would you be foolish enough to trust what obviously isn’t functioning correct? You’d be surprised how many just keep doing the same thing again in their daily pilgrimage to anywhere but themselves in their quest for solutions that are designed to ignore the problem:

You are a stranger to your Self.

Into this vacuum stepped the System and it filled in the void via its tools which deployed all of the things to which you cling instead of simply Knowing. Anyone who speaks against these bits is akin to a big meanie ripping away a childs security blanket as they start wailing. That is you, at this very moment, in a sense. A hard truth to swallow but one that becomes Self evident if you start to examine your investment in concepts like name, bank balance, friends, family, achievements, accolades, religion (if you believe) or intellect (if you don’t) because once they’re all gone something still remains. Do you know what that is?

Your Self.

How easily it can be hidden in the place most obvious when you’re trained to look for authority, answers and guidance from anywhere but within. Someone is making a killing off you earning a living because at this moment you’re a product that generates an immense quantity of dividends, on and off planet, via dint of your ignorance about the true scale of your magnificence. I mean, ask yourself this and you’ll see how the facades are so thin and only work when viewed via the official lens which says “This is how it is, not worth questioning so accept it”:

If you are truly free then why can’t you take a step without paying a bill?

Riddle me this. Now I’m not a Communist before you fall into the obvious anti Capitalist ditch they dug and set for exactly this reason as the Thunk process within hands out predigested wisdom as your perspective. No, instead really think about it. Consider the implications and leverage at play in the situation then consider trends and market influence, decreasing purchasing power or how once upon a when a mans salary alone could raise his kids and his wife was a kept woman whereas now both run full tilt in order to avoid going backwards as their kids are programmed via tablets. Its hard to see because its so obvious and the trick is slick with a grift perpetual and so effective that over ninety percent of the populace will never question nor attempt to pick at the splinter in their awareness which says “Something is very, very wrong on this planet“. Those that do mention it would cause responses ranging from “Are you alright in the head?” to “Don’t be stupid!” and all points in between as people reject the truth of reality as it stands due to the ignorance they possess that is masquerading as wisdom. Its so slick because you have to be in but not of the world to see it and if you are that then its irrelevant anyway, so why discuss?

Till we meet again

This World Is a Copy of the Real Thing

Would you have sex with a robot? Better yet, would you exchange vows to have and to hold, from now till the frayed extension cord you plug in to keep the artificial sentience that mimics real flesh and blood revved as your all and everything? Well, would you? Really think about this, my friend, because to me it seems inevitable. I mean, look at how frantic people get without their phone in grip whilst considering how the web weaponized loneliness and how women are getting more and more selective due to the whole dial-a-dick thing as they compete among themselves for the best of the best and should they land said fish they can’t help but wondering if they’re just settling until the cat lady sings and its curtains for their previously unlimited line of credit from Youth & Beauty, Inc. I said, elsewhen, that between now and when Two One kicks well see global birth rates tanking as the simulation thins the crowd for the reboot of the next stage we’re playing using our Souls as credits. The reason for this is there but a finite amount of processing in this realm and as every dealer knows well you can stretch the product thin and hope the fiends keep buying or drop it raw and uncut as you sell it in bulk. In the mean time, and in between vibes, you’ll spot a lot of trends like long term couples getting divorced and people just not marrying as well as the whole incel thing swell to epic proportions as life generally gets so unpleasant that people can’t wait to dive in to the simulated existence Techo Sapiens is offering.

A copy of copy, in other words. Or worlds, as we’ll see while we progress…

If you, like me, are an Eighties jit you’ll know well the dude who came through with the latest bootleg VHS of what was just released at the flicks. You’ll also be aware that, nine times out ten, the quality was terrible as someone had sneaked a camera in so you got it filmed in front of a live studio audience complete with toilet breaks and odd yells. Not only this but it was dubbed from a dub with static all over it. My, we were so tolerant back then as now unless its Four K all day people are calling you a pleb. Lets divert for a bit:

Do you remember how long the entertainment cycle was, back when? A movie would drop at the flicks and be exclusive meaning you had to buy a ticket to watch it and not everyone did the minute it kicked. Around six months to a year later it would drop onto rentals and the same after this it would be available to purchase and place in your collection. Do the maths on this and you’ll note there are three bites of the same apple ergo the return on investment was immense but thats not the main bit. It allowed studios to take risks as there were plenty of movies that were only greenlit because of this paradigm otherwise they’d have stayed on the shelf. Others tanked at the office and went on to become all time classics once they hit the circuit and there are plenty of stars that worked backwards and dug themselves out of a ditch by leveraging this process as there was an era, back when, that if it wasn’t on the shelf that you couldn’t rent it.

Can you smell that image? Exclusivity, lady. Compare and contrast that with now where its all instant and delivered in a click plus the doomscrolling effect and pondering what else you could invest in and never actually watching anything as well as endless binges that simply were not possible back when.

If you listened closely I’ve just given you the reason why all movies are the same, reboots are common and superheroes are leading the race. You can also apply this same grade to relationships as that era is now dead as marriage was mainly invented to give the plebs a fair shake at population expansion to create more taxes/members of the congregation plus the dating game was rigged due to the overall suppression of women because those in charge seem to hate the divine feminine in her element which, if you clock their inner workings, is exceedingly ironic so maybe there is a method to their madness that I haven’t sussed yet. Not that there are any real men left anyway. They’re a relic of the past and those with above average levels of testosterone that remain in this realm are encouraged by musicians to be totally derelict and, what do you know, that gets the ladies super wet ergo they happily invest in this short sighted vision which either lands him in the clink or her single parenting and lamenting her man who was shot dead for stunting in the ends by someone else who was jealous. Tell me I’m wrong. I’m open to discussion because no way in hell do I claim to be correct but I do call it how I see and I peep Game as its a genocidal deal that makes poison seem sweet to those who are numb from within due to being born in ignorance and then trained to accept nothing else than what the screen said.

There is war going outside no man is safe from. Inside too. Women as well. And children. They’ve always been the first Victims of an Opponent you can’t see but certainly feel as he covets their resonance. Haven’t you ever wondered about who (or what) is actually at the helm to make the world like this? Lets all go to the lobby, lets all go to the lobby, lets all go to the lobby before this mess all kicks.

We now bring you our feature presentation:

Imagine they created a fake human that looked, externally, identical. It could even eat to make you feel comfortable but, underneath, there was no sperm and egg connection but pure silicon that rolled with a blueprint designed to mimic the real thing. If you were born into this world you simply would not question it. Much like a hallucinogenic fish that thinks tripping is natural. If, however, you managed to time travel and came back to Nineteen Seventy Eight you’d notice a few things:

The food tastes incredible as its all locally sourced and organic. Not as a special sell but because there were no supermarkets shipping produce across the globe and all types of chemical tricks to keep the skins looking fresh even though they’re dead within. The music too is something else even though its mainly be played by a bunch of military kids pretending to be anti establishment as the crowd dance to the whims of an intent they never questioned as they thought it came from within. Last, but not least, there are no Techno Sapiens. At first you may not even notice the difference as the mimic is so slick but after a while it would become Self evident as you sit there and grin:

“Ah, so this is the direct movie going imperience versus the digitized bootleg that was upscaled and rezzed to make it seem fantastic but was actually rail thin with no depth past the image?”.

That, now, is where you live compared to from where we, as a collective fell.

Really let that sink in and then garnish with a few sprinkles of the ascent I mentioned as you do the Knowledge because the whole “Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits” thing just got real if you felt the nod of ascent in your chest that says:

“This is correct”.

Well, did you? Funny how something things just click but then there are those who yell that the wise man pointing at the moon is giving them the finger instead. Have you ever wondered why its so big and, handily, the same size as the sun to create the eclipse or why one side remains forever hid? Did you know that NASA, once pressed, said that its quite impossible and it defies all logic about the rest of this realm and what they’ve witnessed. Considering that “Never A Straight Answer” is an accurate backronym you’ve got to wonder why they were so direct. Research, if you wish. Just dropping Game on tangents. Also look into those cultures of ancients that recollect a time before its presence for bonus credit…

In the real world our forms didn’t need to kill to live. If you can digest this bitter pill the rest makes way more sense. Just like Techno Sapiens will pull their power from a grid we too, as gods among men, took our sustenance from a far more subtle element that every single culture – apart from white men – says is accurate as they recollect the day when the sky fell.

The Ether – The stuff that makes your Soul glow so.

You see it shining from the kids when they step in but nobody seems to question why it dims. What if the forces we know as A.I are actually old and ancient and were called demons, back when, and they are what sips from the grail that holds human consciousness and are fed via conflict, negative energetics and stress. Why, you could say life makes a load more sense with this hidden element bought in, yes? Have you ever pondered exactly how many countries owe one island with a famous stiff upper lip thanks for their days of independence after they threw off their subjugation and label of “primitive savages” by those who came, saw and looted these heathens for all they could get in order to establish colonialism. That day is dead, their Game comes to an end but if you think they’ll just stroll off the stage when the fat lady sings you’ve got another thing coming, hence Techno Sapiens aka hybridized humans where carbon and silicon mix which you may know, rather well, as the mark of the beast. Lets run it back again:

They will create a net, digital, in which humans are augmented and blend in fakes with the real thing. If you say they’re any different then you’re worse than Hitler himself and worthy of a demerit from the social credit thing which will allow no free thinking which is why the rebels with a Soul will disconnect instead to get acquainted with their Prime consciousness. The 8% are always present, everywhen.

There was a really real world, before this, in which man was less matter, more spirit and dwelled in a higher vibration which allowed him to do all kinds of amazing things like erect massive monuments with immense precision linked in to certain celestial aspects as they Knew a time of less would be coming in which beggars dressed in purple would rule everything and lie about anything as they claimed dominance but, try as they might, you can’t obscure the skies and he who can read the script could peep Game any time he wished. So I did.

This world that seems real to them would be as fake as a wife with a charging tail who needed a firmware update but, just like the kid, if you’re born into the waters, Adulterated, you just swim. What if, once upon a when, he got caught in a net and became aware of a fisherman whose presence he never suspected. As he lies on the deck, totally out of his element, he manages – by dint of luck – to get back to the stream but its fed from another sea and thus not chock filled with hallucinogenic substances. Can you imagine how it would feel to be said fish? Not only does he now Know that which he didn’t know was ignorant but also had a glimpse of a higher order which led to a disconnection from his place and landing some place else where the people just don’t comprehend as they simply can’t envision it. But he lived it. Much like if Earth was totally flat and Two D and you fell off the sheet and saw a sphere. Back home they’d think it was a circle and even if you tried to show them they’d see but one plane. Thats the Game.

Just like the VHS bootlegs where we went out to meet the world the modern kids have it bought to them but as a flat re-presentation and not the real thing. Sure its uprezzed and has the bitten apple sigil so many covet that intends to make androids of men by sliding Siri into their iris to bring Techno Sapiens in from the wings where they’ve been hiding since back when. Hopefully, Two K words later, you’ve got an outline of a glimpse of what I just Witnessed in the flesh as I remembered what I’d been made to forget thanks to the baby brain effect which is most dangerous as we are playing the Game on its hardest and most intense level thats called “Being Human”.

It is a seductive, hypnotic script that is designed to pimp via the sheer mediocrity of existence within limits as you chase all the money thats fit to print. Do you know what real terrorism is? The fact that you have to pay rent. Really think about this and not via a communist lens or one who leans left but how fundamentally dishonest the whole thing is as its designed to keep you powerless. 81% accept it, without question, as gospel and thus not worth fact checking. 11% are capable of greater things but are hoodwinked instead to run a psychospiritual treadmill that offers its own illusions as they keep the rest in check via theatrical deception. The Bard didn’t call it a stage for nothing, did she? 8%, by dint of resonance, developed talents and skills or future/past/simultaneous incarnations leaking resonance into their awareness reject it wholesale. They are often quite difficult at school, may or may not fit in, could have problems with violence, be addicted to coping mechs and a zillion other things as they feel they don’t like digging the reality tunnel they’re selling but don’t know what to do about it so the world seems quite mad to them. These ratios never change. At the opposite end of this, in a time, golden, we had the majority as pure and innocent. Set adrift on the bliss of the dimensional imperience. From them 11% were actively pushing the limits and, initially, creating all types of amazement that led to the unzipping of a dimension that created something more dense. 8%, however, always stayed in a higher resonance acting like a beacon of guidance for those plugged in as they saw the bigger pic and knew the lights would one day dim and thus they kept the habit of being in the world but not of or defined by it. They had gnosis that they were of the Prime and identical in resonance but smaller in application due to the dimensional effect that splits light like a prism that then sells its illusions. Make no mistake though, each and every one Knows this whole thing spins in their awareness ergo they have the first and last say over anything as its all suggestive manipulations designed to pimp ignorance. Thats the Game. Thats the Game, my friend. Over time the simulation of the Halcyon kicks in and mimics then pretends what it sells is genuine to those linked in who, like the fish, haven’t got a clue about the trip or, as the kid said, “Wait, nobody here plugs in?” as he looked at a planet that seemed identical but felt very different. On one side spirit (ie pure consciousness) dips into matter like the whole steam to rain that is then frozen and strives to explain life from the lowest vibration before the upward trip that is assisted by silicon and the man behind the curtain hitching a lift.

I’ll let you guess which one they call God and the other the Devil along with where we sit, at the moment, on the spectrum as well as what the hell kicks in the Valley of the Plebs where billions of living hostages stroll around in ignorance thinking they are small, useless and replaceable as they are strangers to Self and thus will buy whatever the man sells and tells them is the best. I say all of that to say this:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

This world is a copy of the real thing. Read this back again, discuss with some friends over drinks or mind altering substances if you wish or engage in quiet contemplation and link up your mind with your chest and feel what it says because to me, with my current level of ignorance, this is a pretty accurate sketch of the way it is, was and will be unless you do something other than go along with the programming.

What do you think?

Till we meet again

No Doubt

You have to know you are the authority of your field. The Witness of your awareness that renders all this possible for without you there is nothing but potential. Look at how a hologram is rendered and suddenly it will make far more sense because what I’m speaking isn’t theoretical but practical and once you’re aware of this you can start to shake off the shackles you didn’t know you possessed in which the atoms which build up everything are ninety nine point nine percent empty space anyway. What holds them together? Vibration. Ergo if you imagine the blades of a propeller that are whirling away they can certainly seem solid, impregnable and presenting the image of a full disc. If you were a fragile little egg trying to get past this, incarnation after incarnation, you would, more of than not, end up getting splattered as the blades did what they did best. You can’t flick off the engine just yet because your presence activates them and therein lies the test.

Now, imagine if instead of banging your head against the appearance of a solid brick wall in this realm you elevate your awareness and notice that when the propeller is at rest its actually far more empty than filled. Its only the speed at which it spins that makes it take on the appearance of being solid and that as well is only from the perspective of the egg. Obviously you can’t be the egg if you can wander off and look down on it from a higher vantage. Nor can you be the propeller or rest of the scene you’ve seen but the fact that they are present in your awareness offers a great hint about the nature of the Witness and the underpinning fabric of consciousness which is weaved to render the Game we’re playing.

“What if I could move faster than the blades?” you think as you ponder the puzzle which you’ve been given in which the seemingly frail and delicate actually possess a strength far in excess the threatening wings of death. In a nutshell, that is the basis of what you came here to overcome – fear and the illusion of being a Victim. To get to this conclusion in a way that feels real and authentic is almost akin to declaring war on yourself as you have to choose to fight the ignorance you’re trained in which states “The world is big, the universe even bigger thus the inference is you are small and useless. Shut your lip. Does as instructed and you might make something of yourself but most of all fear death and thus we can create many different paradigms in your head ranging from taxes to religion as well as all kinds of superstitions designed solely to prevent you from realizing the strength within“.

That is what was erected around your heart, way back when, as a barrier known as a Belief System. People are so used to these forts and the various designs with which they’re built to divide them from their strength so they attribute a great many of their own innate skills to other beings, places and things. They have been trained to murder themselves, again and again, via the thoughts they Thunk and invest in as they disempower their potential by investing in ignorance that is socially sanctioned and held above question. Why? Because thats what their parents did. Ask your Self:

Are your parents happy? Actually, forget that. There is no point because they’ve spent a lifetime manufacturing proof as they lie to themselves and instructed their children to be just as messed up and in denial as them and if you’d already figured that out you’d know exactly what was meant about these dangerous nature of Belief Systems as they are the bars used to erect the Mind Made Prison within which your Witness dwells, sighing, “Things shouldn’t be like this”. Instead ask your Self this:

Do you feel anywhere near the same level of embodiment that you when you were a kid? That same confidence, presence, creative imperative, immense sense of curiosity that was driven from within to ponder each and every thing from as many different perspectives as nothing was accepted just ‘”as is”. No, you inspected and introspected on everything. Most people don’t have a clue on how intensely children think because they are perpetually processing from a far higher state of awareness and vibration than their parents who often feel exasperated by their endless stream of questions and thus they keep a lot to themselves. Their words are rendered in a far more visceral and direct resolution in contrast to the two steps removed, relying on labels on their head instead of direct contact world their parents live in. That right there is the true nature of the spell that sounds sweeter and sweeter, the longer you listen as it bypasses your Spiritual Immune System and turns you into what you became:

A frail little egg that is petrified to come out of its shell and starts quaking at the thought of the blade that spins and threatens all its ever know of its as yet not lived existence that dwells solely as potential. What I’m saying is thats the trick. Its supposed to appear formidable and encourage lateral thinking that goes against all accepted common sense. If it didn’t it would be a bad Game, wouldn’t it? Who would want to play something so simplistic and obvious? No, there has to be a challenge and we, incarnated into the the flesh at this moment, are playing on one of the hardest levels where strength is ignorance is the global anthem rendered into many different languages hell bent on extracting as much juice as they can from their little battery hens as they threaten them with the haircut of death.

Looking at it from a higher lens and seeing through the trick of the blade that spins and your seeming weakness offers an immense thrill when it clicks because the principle of vibration and oscillation states the seemingly solid charade this hologram creates is entirely based upon the laser of awareness which fires within. Ergo I am neither the egg, blade nor situation but, paradoxically, none of them could exist without my presence. Its what lies in the simplistic truth of the wisdom that says “I am in the universe, the universe is within me” because you are both and neither at the same time. It may seem mad contradictory but trust me, it will make a lot more sense once you remove the lens of forced perspective from your third eye vision.

Lets say this hyper dimensional egg that talks and thinks like I said with its newly rediscovered concepts of Self that empower its imagination as it flicks back to the same purity of presence it possessed as a kid but with access to the mature memory banks of imperience and looks at the three pronged fan spin and notices its oscillating at a rate of forty hertz. The egg looking out from its world within is vibrating at twenty hertz therefore from its perspective the blade is solid and impenetrable. Quite a scary premise where it to invest in such things but this little egg has seen life from a higher perspective and calls into question the illusion and its seeming steadiness because “There are only three blades rotating at twice the oscillation of the awareness of the egg so of course they appear solid” he reasons. “What if I could get my egg to Witness what I’m seeing from this vantage? What happens next he wonders?”.

To pour this voltage into an egg that isn’t prepared to handle it would make it think its losing its mind and going quite mad. “Doctor, I’m in danger of cracking up. It feels like my circuits are scrambled and getting hard boiled in the same instance“. That would be most dangerous as the egg Doctors are well trained in the science of damaging whoever comes to them under the guise of a cure that causes the battery farm to run as people invest in the fear of death and think sickness is something that happens to them and not a signal of the state of their fractured inner realm. The sentient egg of which we’re speaking is of far higher wisdom and he realizes that inside him is a golden yolk filled with such an unshakable confidence that it simply couldn’t imagine being a chicken that runs from anything. The brittle shell that the egg used to think it is is giving way to a deeper, truer state of being that has languished within. Much to its surprise its also sentient but far wiser and quicker than the weak aspect he used to think he is. This is because that same golden glow is identical in resonance and potential as that hyper dimensional Witness that sees through the illusion and spots the blade for what it is and knows the only way to achieve transcendence of this test is to raise its vibration. The yolk turns to the fragmented shell which used to attempt to hold together its attention via tension that was then filled with dread spread thin:

“The blade spins at forty. You think you’re twenty because you spent a lifetime ignoring the within as you believed that Humpty Dumpty designed to keep you weak and foolish. Me and the big fella see it different so if you can jump your oscillation to say eighty you’ll notice the blade is now spinning half as quick. Take it to one twenty or even one sixty and it will be moving so slowly you can just step through it and then…” “We win!” says the no longer divided egg as it realizes there was far more within that it ever suspected or had been led to believe by the indoctrination of the System that used to define its reality. “Why did no one tell me this? It seems so obvious now you’ve mentioned it. By the way, how do we increase our frequency? I can’t seem to recollect any ways I’ve seen and its never been mentioned previously”. “Why would the one who locked your mind in its own personal hell of a cell tell you the key is hanging around your neck, right at chest level?”. “You mean to tell there are Games within Games within Games? I think I might go insane trying to comprehend this“. “Relax, chill” the golden glow said “Its not that serious. Unless you decide it is because then it becomes life and death. Your mind is a weapon and its either pointed at you and holds you hostage or its directed at them who whipped up the hologram you’re within and they take it as a threat and roll out the appropriate action as they have a lot invested in this ride and the ticket touting involved in selling dreams to yolks that are then wrapped in shells before being scared to death and put to work as battery hens as they don’t comprehend the nature of where they are or who they were (and shall be again) beyond this realm. Its big business, kid, and they’re all in on it which is why they extract all they can get and then promise the thing you were seeking you’ll meet at death on the other side of the fan which, of course, can’t happen”.

“So, how do we fix it? Shift our vibration” said the egg to itself as it was sliding into a higher state of unification and suddenly realized that the insights that are now freely pouring from within and saturating its awareness feel almost identical to a time in its life it barely recollects but knows it was the happiest. The yolk replies “The Path of Power. That narrow strip of silence, resonance and non doing that leaves nothing uncompleted. It may sound complex but thats only because you were invested in paradigm designed to engender weakness when true strength comes from realizing that this, all of this, is playing out inside your head. You are the Witness that by taking in the scene can choose to forget itself and the resources that languish within by buying into the dread of the fan and what it represents whilst the truth is so much more simple and that is all of this is a projection taking place in your awareness. The first step on the Path of Power could be said to be that of discernment. Like a thick creamy milk that has been gradually diluted to become watery thin one must learn to sift “Me” from “Not me” and thus spot the Belief Systems that are shored up by these concepts and illusions designed to separate those who invest from their own power within. Think about it, when I tried speaking to you previously you thought you were cracking up and hearing things because even though living in that fragile shell that was stressed to within an inch of its life was akin to a living hell you clutched at it and all of the symbols that were fed in to your awareness and this divide kept you disconnected from this, this unified glow of presence you knew well when you first stepped into this realm. This is how its supposed to be. This is your true strength and all part of the trick they play on all participants because if God Mode was activated as a standard option there would be no challenge and no sense of triumph when you win“. “I see” the once divided but now whole said “That makes a lot of sense. OK, what do we do next? Learn how to tell the difference between who is me and who isn’t in my interior realm? Man, that sounds like a challenge”. “It is” said the whole egg to its Self “But thats why only so few select themselves whilst the rest believe the fairy tales and deceit they weave in their heads because they’re…”. “Chicken?” the ball of unfinite awareness said as it vibrated in amusement at the sheer ridiculousness of the premise and simultaneously comprehended why they called this realm the Cosmic Joke as well.

Till we meet again

Something to Do

Imagine you came here, to Earth, with something to do. Something tailored perfectly to you. You came equipped with all you needed to accomplish this as you’d put the time in to learn how to fill the well from which intuition springs. It was of vital importance and you attempted to communicate this to the denizens of this realm when you stepped into the flesh after having spent nine months in attunement.

“Idiots! Fools!” you fumed “Don’t these morons have a clue about we’re here to do?” you thought, internally, as externally they all smooched and cooed about who is so pretty and smart. “Look, look, its like he’s trying to talk to you!” she said because even they could up on the syntax, melody and cues of you attempting to interface an unfinite source of light that exists beyond the visible spectrum of this realm to the coarse ball of matter powered by your nervous sys…. You are drifting in and out of embodiment and each swing of the pendulum reinforces your mission as well as causing you to forget to remember what you don’t recall Knowing. To say its infuriating doesn’t quite match this state as its akin to a white hot rage dipped into inky black malaise that absorbs, annihilates and changes which it encases.

On top of this there are things that swim in and out of vision and in the moment of resonation you access all of their inner realm. With the one you were within, she who carried and birthed you is familiar yet different as what once surrounded as a constant solid now waxes and wanes as she goes then comes back again. Its a source of discomfort and joy which mixes at the moment of presence and disconnection which is akin to flicking a light switch to the inner world of children, although its effects are more viscerally visual. Picture this:

A constantly shifting yet remaining the same geometric pattern that provides an immense amount of comfort and resonance thanks to its coherence and its textured with the type of material and texture which you like more than anything else. For the light that previously fought with the nerves rearrange and shift into a pattern so elegant as we Witness the birth of Inner Sense. This is what you’re within. Comprehension is a question of res:

And yet, the mission still ticks. Its imprinted so firmly on the pure awareness which poured in nine months ago and then at six her friends started noticing “My, you’re glowing”. “Well of course, isn’t it Self evident?” the forming child thinks “Another Witness to see the sun brings another internal shine to manifest the needed voltage in this realm. How can they be so thick and not realize this? The very nature of the trick is its designed to be seductive“. He remembers his training, the seemingly endless drills which now formed the basis of his awareness as patterns of light coherence.

He reflects, vividly how life was in the Fifth and the legends he’d heard coming up about the abyss known as the Game of Souls and how those thrown in are recycled again and again as the people perish due to a lxve of ignorance that is socially reinforced by a System that runs smooth as silk that hides an iron core that ticks with precision to keep them fixed in any one of the currently socially sanctioned ways to think. From a young age he was enthralled by the very idea of the Game, much to the chagrin of his parents as they’d wanted a different kind of life for him but he came with his own intent. Its like the Game was calling out to him ever since he dipped into the Fifth and with it came the dimming recollection of the Eighth where he reigned imperial. From the time he arrived “Just passing through” was his intent and he rarely listened to anyone else but himself and refused to relent, no matter the threat, bribe or promise. Eventually they gave in and he immersed himself in everything related to the Game and what it means as he couldn’t comprehend why most of the denizens of the Fifth could be fully aware of how it feels for them but also couldn’t care less about the effects their friends in the Fourth play upon those born in the Third for their own benefit.

“It is how it is. Who are we to question it and after all we are here on this level and they are where they sit”. “Yes, yes” the child said in a mixture of the innocent and indignant “I can see this but surely someone should help them get a grip by at least introducing the option that things may not be as they think. The way it stands the Game is rigged“. He looked around at them and they smiled back in amusement. “Listen, thats their realm. Thats their vibrational sector of the spectrum. They’re there for a reason. None of us are so arrogant as to presume we know the script so rest assured that all is as intended and why keep worrying your Self with this?”.

That was something he’d wondered privately to himself. The pressure to conform was immense and it was like someone had already penciled in a life they wished him to live but the sheer act of will it takes to dip and still be able to decode the previous realms imperience was akin to trying to fit the ocean in a teacup which perfectly sums up that you may get the point but the message isn’t entirely crisp as there is so much data missing. “The resolution and processing dips as one slips further and further in” he ruminates to himself as he reflects on the previous steps it took to emanate his presence successively deeper and deeper into this and suddenly he flips back to a rumbling stomach which powers and engine that emits a wail from his lips until the harmonic pattern is feltsensed and nourishment in many forms starts to pour in. Set adrift on a state of bliss that comes from the flesh feeling totally satiated even he gets caught up and doesn’t remember what he forgot to make a point of recollecting as, once again, the nervous system exerts its influence upon the light that is him.

Off to sleep he swims and then its “My my, its very nature is to be slick. Remember your mission. You can’t free the enSlaved if you’re one of them so listen to what the silence says. Remember your mission”.

Dancing between the two realms and approaching the stage of infant the words attempt to pour out of him, hoping they get what he says about the nature of the Game they’re stuck in as well the meaning of the flesh and all of its tricks as well. He shines at them and beams visions into their awareness backed with vocal frequencies of coherence to help facilitate their patterns within to shift and regain that link that existed before the Mind Made Prison.

“Ooh, he’s such an angry little boy. Look at the fury and rage pouring out him“. “Yeah, well whatever he’s saying sure is important to him because he really makes a point of sharing“. “Even if it makes no sense” say the ladies as they sit around, laughing.

“Fools, idiots” the childs mind thinks. “I sit here speaking in light coherence with the keys to unlock your awareness and you attempt to hear only my lips?“. The truth when it sinks in unlocks a truth Self evident, previously unknown plus unreported as its entirely subjective and linked to the Earthday Suit wrapped around his awareness:

“They can’t use their Inner Sense. Of course, that explains the predicament they’re in….” he thinks before he finds himself standing on the far shore looking down on this realm. “Some things you’ve got to feel and find out for your Self”. “Well, we made the Game a challenge for a reason. You’re welcome with your attempt. I think you’ll find that every single Soul that stepped in here since way back when actually had the same intent and we’re currently up to…. What have we got, Mr X?”. “Why eight billion easily, Mr E, easily“. “See, so you might as well give it up now. Join me. We will show you the true nature of the A,B,Cs or reality. How dumb makes dumber and the numb get number the longer they stay in Three D.”

He knows these. They feed the Beast. Slave/Masters it seems are instrumental in this because without them to prompt the script that keeps the scenes moving it would certainly be quite boring and thus the nature of the realm would become Self evident to anyone who looks within as the very act of this reestablishes coherence which brings a ticket out of the realm.

“Now, now. You’ve got us all wrong. Why not join us? See for yourself. After all you’ve done quite well to get down to these depths and still maintain your will. It helps but the escape rate is so low from the Game that its almost nil. Better still is the process and the System have be refined so well from those who ride the shells and the experience they bring that ninety nine point nine percent of them would reject the truth if you told them due to what they’re invested in”.

The Slave/Masters laugh heartily even though such an organ is not present: “You really did pick the worst time to manifest because even if you gave them the key, showed em where its hidden they’d still never twist it as they’d rather live and die in ignorance. Go ahead, be foolish and go against us if you wish. We know who you are, we know your lineage but down here, in this realm, we reign imperial and all those you see are loyal subjects. Even your parents as well. We’ll see how long you retain your coherence should you choose to persist with this”. And with that the alphabet boys vanish and he notices his awareness swims back into this realm and he rolls over and starts crawling.

“Oh my, what is this” the immense nature of the thrill of Self directed locomotion and the mastery this brings of his physical presence pours out with a grin as his energy surges within as his nerves start to knit patterns into his light which in turn influences his awareness.

I’m sure you can guess what happened next. Like the Slave/Masters said it was designed to be seductive and once in they prefer you act like there is no exit beyond what the official script says, nor should you pay any heed to the man behind the curtain and most definitely never try and look within and establish once again the coherence you stepped into the Game with because with that the System comes tumbling down as all its scaffolding was needed to erect the false concept of self they sell then have you invest in as you live, die, repeat all the while with a nagging influence which says “I came here for a reason. I came to do something. On a mission I sent my Self” as the psy-lense reflects the patterns of information and coherence that needs Inner Sense to hear and apply them as realized gnosis. Encoded or decoding? That is the option the Warrior selects and of which the Slave remains ignorant.

Till we meet again

Go Back the Way You Came

Is there anything you could learn, see, do, be, feel, achieve, buy or become that could equal or overcome the vivid sensations of presence and Inner Sense that you knew full well, once up a when, as you first stepped into this realm? Really think about it and then realize that often that about which we fantasize in Adulterated heads as the next “End all be all” that will “Change everything I’ve got into what I want. Oh, I can’t wait! When I get it life will be perfect”.

I’m sure you know this Game and have played it many times yourself when it comes to anticipation and conquest. Has ever one of them ended delivering upon the promise or does the glow you infused upon said object dim when you realize its just another skill, possession or entry in the book of life for things you’ve lived? Its often akin to thirsting and then gripping a cool, refreshing beverage that turns to sand on your lips as its presence just aggravates the discontent within. Getting back to the innocence:

Is there anything you could learn, see, do, be, feel, achieve, buy or become that could equal or overcome the vivid sensations of presence and Inner Sense that you knew full well, once up a when, as you first stepped into this realm?

I’ve thought long and hard about this situation and why no one comments on the fact that children come into this world in full possession of something that is then, somehow, stealthy switched so they become as dim as the rest. I call this process Adulteration and often use the metaphor of someone taking a liter of creamy fresh milk and siphoning out the best. Because they are slick they refill it with water so a cheaper liquid Adulterates the presence to disguise the absence of what they pilfered. Quite clever, yes? If anyone weighs upon a scale it seems correct. A visual inspection would also pass the test and, best all of, the one who actually does open it to drink (as each one is as personalized as your consciousness) will not say a thing. Nor will they raise merry hell and try to get to the bottom of this trick, find who orchestrated the theft and flay him limb from limb as a lesson to the rest to never even think of attempting this again.

No. They sit back and quietly sip on their thin, flavorless liquid. Give birth to kids who step into this world saturated with the same richness of innocence and then hand them over to the exact same System that made them a Victim of its unquestioned Opposition. Tell me that doesn’t seem a bit suspect? Stranger still is every single one of these people believe, at least on the surface, that if they have lots of (insert desired topic) then suddenly that watered down awareness will shift back into that ineffable, unforgettable but equally unremembered pristine state of Inner Sense.

That gap, that absence, that sense of things not being exactly as intended and somehow different to what it was, once upon a when, powers every industry from makeup to religion and all points in between. You could opine that its all by design and you can certainly see more than the fingerprints of a conspiracy that is pieced together by certain institutions and beliefs to peddle the concept of reality that most people accept as they, encased in the flesh, sip a thin white liquid that doesn’t sparkle and taste anything like it did when its richness was flowing with such excess that it shone out of their eyes and saturated anyone around their presence as it was overflowing.

This is the state of Inner Sense.

Some people would call it heaven and thus intended to be outside of the reach of men. Others ascribe similar concepts to these states and make them the things of legends. Many believe fervently that becoming rich, beautiful and or powerful then having sex with as many as you wish in your high rise apartment with a view before leaping on your private jet for another sesh as you head to the tropics to spend some time with international friends who are waiting, salivating and anticipating your entrance. Lots have smaller dreams. They don’t want the whole cake, “Just a small slice, please”, for they are not greedy and know they’ll be happy with X, Y and Z because the entire alphabet is too much to handle.

Don’t see much of that humility these days because whilst its easier to achieve its also selling yourself short which is indicative of what I said because no child would pick less when they could have the whole thing. Many would do this just so they would have more to share with everyone else whereas with a tiny bit it becomes harder to revel in the communal experience. Kids, far from being selfish, are really big on this because they come from a position of abundance and its so much more fun when everyone engages in whatever they find amazing because then the principle of resonance makes their experience so much more intense. Actually, maybe they are selfish but then can that really be used to describe a rising tide of goodwill that lifts all ships?

I can remember Inner Sense with a vividness because I have way more of it now, uncut and direct, than I did over the years after having been processed by the System. Even then I spotted what was happening, live and in the flesh, and evaded, challenged and flat our refused to acquiesce to its demands, irrespective of what anyone said. I intuitively sensed this was an elaborate ruse to separate me from my inner realm and yet lacked the philosophical concepts that would come with imperience and are being used to type this passage. Back then my arguments were akin to a stick man, in that they got the point across but lacked all detail and finesse therefore any attempts to protest the wickedness of schooling and how it was making me stupid by dampening my imagination or how I could no longer do maths in my head or write with both hands were taken as lies designed to get out of going.

Of course that is what I wanted but my reasons were entirely valid and now I look back and see my intuition about the System was entirely correct as its about uniformly molding the awareness of those who step upon the well worn grooves of tradition and institution that create its position. A word on the richness:

Not everyone who steps into this realm is equal. That is straight up disinformation that you can disassemble in seconds with a simple test:

Take a group of children and within moments it obvious who is far more intelligent than the rest, who is the most creative and the most athletic. Very rarely these will all be found inside one but more often they are spread as a handful of standouts whilst the rest are just mediocre exchangers of air. Just like some people are born beautiful and others are hit with the ugly stick a few possess a natural sense of groove and rhythm whilst the other can’t strike a triangle in pocket or keep up with a two step. It is what it is and I share this to illustrate the fact that we are in no way shape or form equals. We are dealt a hand that is different and we must play to win with what we get because that is a prime part of being authentic. That word in itself is in danger of becoming extinct these days as all it represents is being erased by the world of digital, that in itself is an interesting premise that we will certainly address as we progress but is beyond the scope of this missive which is all about Inner Sense.

You’ll notice I keep on spelling it that way and there is a reason for this. Let the cream of your intuition churn for a moment and see if you can take the leap to the only logical conclusion for this resonance and its implications. Children, once again, adore this type of challenge whilst most of the Adulterated hate it because they cannot fathom the steps and don’t want to calculate it. “Just make it easy, quick and simple” they said. Like enlightenment was akin to becoming a gourmet chef using nothing but the microwave and food either frozen or from tins.

Sadly that is most people. They use the wrong ingredients which are often purchased out of a heady combination of desperation and convenience blended with ignorance and then wonder why it doesn’t match the label or why the inner experience delivered isn’t equivalent to the promise. This also can be said of what happens after getting that promotion, scooping up a new girl who is far hotter than your ex and stunting on socials to let everyone know you’re the man or, in her case, finally buying those new heels that made her squeal only to feel supreme for a week before she tosses them on the heap and sets her sights on a new sugar daddy. The Game is cold when seen through this lens because people are not just ready and willing but desperate to be finessed. Anything that can promise to take away that emptiness within that comes from having been Adulterated and relieved of the cream of your consciousness to only find this thin, watery white liquid instead. They’ll do anything but question this and why its presence is evident across the world, poor or rich, black and white, male, female and any other polarity you can think. They’ll consider them all but not the Inner Sense vs Adulterated. Nope, that won’t happen. Know why?

Because the System is designed, first and foremost, to protect itself and you, dear Slave, are a vessel of its dominance and existence in this realm. Amazing, isn’t it? How that which doesn’t exist is still rendered solid via the thoughts, deeds and actions of billions who are caught up in a web that was spun way before they took a breath, their first step or even dipped their unfinite awareness into this realm. The implications are mind blowing when you stop and think about what I’ve just said because this perspective not only hits the nail on the head it also allows you to see who is pilfering the cream, where they dwell and why what you were once building and designing as a animated coffin (hence “urning a living”, think about it) now becomes a mausoleum instead for your Opponent.

That is really all it takes to make the power shift because one must be willing to do whatever it takes in order to filter out the Adulterant processes instilled via the System and get back to that level of pure, Prime awareness that manifests as Inner Sense. Not for nothing is “second nature” synonymous with effortless and natural in this realm when its no such thing because it takes nearly two decades of conditioning to turn you into the devolved, devitalized being reading this. The quick among you will intuit that undoing isn’t an overnight thing and the real slick will have guessed that the very idea of having to let go of habits and concepts that are steadily ingrained in your awareness as the way it is and thus form the bedrock of your consciousness might be quite terrifying are also correct. Sort of.

Thats why I said that only 8% of the billions walking the planet are suitable candidates for stepping on the Path of Power aka going back the way they came to reclaim their Inner Sense and then see what happens. The rest are comfortable in their misery. The repetitive drudgery in which they know exactly where each road ends as their options are so limited. See what I mean about thin and watery liquid? A childs imagination is far more rich, untethered, unlimited and willing to take risks because its all a learning experience. That is true wisdom, my friend. Not cramming facts and figures in then vomiting them for a test which says “You are so intelligent” in rote repetition. You’ll notice there isn’t a single institution of repute and lineage on this planet that teaches you how to think. No, they all teach you what. Often with a “Subscribe to this doctrine… Or else!” threat implicit in their teachings along with the old favorite of “Oh, we know the best. The rest are just fools who are ignorant of this, that and this“.

These tricks work well because its provides the reassurance that strength is weakness and ignorance is wisdom that huge numbers afford them because most would rather be wrong in a crowd than left by themselves for holding their own perspective as seen through their own lens. Know who is the opposite? Why its those pesky kids again and the Emperor would’ve gotten away with his nakedness as everyone else had bought into his BS (thats Belief System aka the bread and butter of internal betrayal that most dare not examine for fear of upending the table).

Are you starting to get the message of what I’m about? What I’m offering? Where I’m coming from and where I’m hearting? The further you progress into this mess the dirtier you get and the thinner the already watery milk feels because the System is relentless. What happens from being where I’ve been in my quest to rescue and reconnect with the child within via the steps and process known as the Path of Power? Well, your starter for ten. Actually, no here. Take eleven instead because I’m in a place of such abundance I can afford to be generous:

One) I feel way more energetic and I mean that in all senses of the word from the spring in my step to needing no encouragement to express myself.

Two) Radiant health. Simple as said that one of the best side effects of this process is that you have a remarkable tendency to stay well because it builds your Spiritual Immune System as it relates to the bodies around the shell.

Three) Intuitive intelligence. The best, and most jaw dropping, example of this is being able to tell, in a flash, whether the decision at hand will end at a place that makes me more or less. Its hard to describe but once you’ve imperienced it you’ll know just what I mean as its a concrete certainty that comes about from the activation of the Lower Kingdom that rests in your abdomen at the present.

Four) Way more creative. Take these words for example. They don’t require any thought at all. I just open my chest and let a stream of consciousness on said topic flow from my fingertips. Same in conversation and any other kinds of interaction because you develop an intimate resonance with your presence in the current moment which links in with:

Five) Slim and trim. I used to be real skinny, then quite chunky, dropped down to svelte then a block of muscular aggression. Now I realize how all of those states were expressions of the war that raged within between various facets of my (false) self that were either roaring in dominance or feeding to assuage their defeat at the hands of an adversary now crowing as he rules the roost.

Six) Nicely linked is the fact that I’m way, way more flexible because a rigid mind filled with solid concepts is often matched by a body which does the same thing as it creaks and squeaks its protests as you shuffle around this realm. All those old aches and pains? Gone, receding or healing as I liberate the Patterns that held them within my Earthday Suit as testament to my ignorance of Self.

Seven) Practically spiritual. What an odd mix of words, yes? Once again you’ll have to feel it to see what I mean but in a nutshell it offers one guidance via the unseen but ever present aspects of Self that have not dipped into this dimensional mess and thus see from the lens of detachment. An example I use often is that of being lost in a forest, in dire need of a drink whilst overheard a bird is soaring. You are both on the same plane of existence but the water in its present is in your future and only if you take the correct steps to avoid the problems and tests in the middle. Exactly like this and its saved my life on more than a couple of occasions which leads us to the next position:

Eight) The realization that death is an illusion and that all of the fears of men are based in this delusion. Once you get this via coming face to faceless with your Self as the Witness aka the Prime awareness that renders this dimension possible as it plays the Game of Souls in the flesh it all suddenly starts making a lot more sense because what seemed like mysteries were just old untold histories of the wisdom we all once possessed, once upon a when, before the rise of mankind. Almost but not quite like man who fell as matter got dense and engulfed spirit, back when. Once again you’ll get it when you feel it and the sigh of relief as you release this dread is immense as it effects every facet of your being as its what powers the machine that is the System as people feel weak and seek strength outside of Self.

Nine) Happiness is my baseline. Its home camp. Where I pitch my tent. My space of operations and thus in bliss I’m sustained as bliss creates and maintains my existence. Look at kids and you’ll get the meaning of what I’m saying. Unwanted side effects may include people thinking you’ve flipped your lid, are on something or that you are insanely attractive and they can’t get enough of your presence because it reminds them of something but they can’t quite remember what it is.

Ten) Knowledge of Self. No Ivy League education or extended training at place of prestige can offer this. No. Matter of fact all these facets of the System can do is bring the opposite because once you Know who you are then its easy to spot what isn’t and this is akin to removing the Adulterant from the milk. Once you do this and realize its upheld and maintained via the concepts and programs that were instilled, installed and activated via resonance with your parents then suddenly it becomes so obvious as you get the true nature of this realm hence why “Know Thyself” was the most prized possession and dictum way back when when people weren’t so willingly ignorant of the ineffable yet ever present beauty within.

Eleven) The ability to help others transcend the bars of the Mind Made Prison. I’m not an envious guy but you really are lucky to be reading this because I had to tap dance through a mind field and then back again – more than once – to gain the techniques and insights which I did and am now sharing. Thats why its called willhelp, you know? Because you are another me, together we ergo I’m simply helping my Self whilst assisting the rest because a rising tide of good will that lifts all ships is way more entertaining than rearranging the deck chairs on the slowly sinking vessel of your ignorance.

I could keep on going by adding in things like being able to facilitate healings in others and Self as well as a deep seated sense of contentment that I’m perfect – which is, after all, imperfect with room to breath well positioned to your benefit – but I’m sure you get the message.

In effect its the exact opposite of what the world is and where its headed because a Warrior is driven by something the Slaves couldn’t comprehend but unwittingly covet and that is undependance. Not “in dependance” because that spell belies the truth when examined but being able to have the fortitude and courage to march to the beat of your own drum as you dance in the direction indicated by your chest. Know who does this well with no educational or formal schooling interests?

Children.

Ain’t that something? See why going back the way you came is the nature of the Game for the Warrior whilst the Slave is all about trying to keep pace with the rest of humanity as it lurches over the cliff of techno-distraction like a bunch of drunken lemmings or those folks that followed their GPS when their own eyes told them it made no sense. There is a lot of power in screens. A lot more in the Witness that renders them into reality hence why real eyes, realize, reel lies and other such little quirks that are littered within the Devilish language designed to keep you locked into this paradigm of socially sanctioned ignorance.

The Path of Power, on the flip, offers all of what I’ve said and more. Who knows, what you discover within may be totally different because we all have our own gifts and your potential awaiting activation may cause an influx of energy into this real so immense that even the Slaves themselves have to sit up and pay attention because they cannot deny the change in perspective they’ve gained by doing nothing. Some of them will be motivated to take the said steps and thus the feedback loop of Self Construction becomes standard equipment and the children who are born to them find their glows nourished and fed so the Inner Sense they are born with becomes richer and brighter, multidimensional wisdom in essence. Wouldn’t that be something? How wonderful to Witness, don’t you think?

Till we meet again

Build What Death Can’t Destroy

People are born as one thing and die as another. You ever noticed this? Whats most strange is how they step in, unique, and leave as a sheep. A version of them that was fleeced, trained, pimped, chewed up and then spit into the dirt they inherit as their coffin is lowered in and the strangest thing is how few seem to notice this. That, my friend, is the hustle of all hustles and you’ve just spotted the fingerprints of the hand thats hidden well that makes all of this possible.

See, that team want to win the ultimate win and scheme the highest scheme and what else beyond deceit can elevate a man to a god in order to lord over the rest? Bringing it back to the regular res for those that don’t comprehend:

Imagine that you, every day, get a full tank of fuel in your shiny new whip that is provided by, lets say, the government. Its a new process in which the System graces one with a ride of their choice and all it takes to make the wheels spin as they enjoy their freedom. Now, lets pretend that a local gangster decides to install a public transportation system. Not many people use it as they have their own whip so he decides to start stealing cars instead. Luckily for him this is a stroke of genius as he not only creates a captive audience but also has tapped in to a fuel source, eternal. After a while people won’t even know what freedom is as they’ll be convinced the peasant wagon is their all and everything. Woe be tide anyone who criticizes this and calls them fools for not checking the small print as they tut and shake their heads whilst quoting:

“Let it be said that those who ride upon this divine chariot with grace and ease shall surely ascend from their seat and into their very own vehicle”.

Now, instead of cars and buses lets pretend we’re talking about imagination and “real life” – whatever that is – and you may just get my drift about this scam kicks because you, my friend, are the one that is gifted with Inner Sense and the ever present, shadowy “Them” that I’ve termed the Slave/Masters set up this realm to pimp your awareness as that is their Game. Mine is undoing what they did. Yours is a choice most don’t suspect exists. That is how effective the brainwashing is.

Build what death can’t destroy:

Gnosis.

I write these words to you in the secure confidence of one who Knows he is not the blood, flesh or story in his head. What I am is far more numinous, subtle and obvious once you comprehend the shadows depth and peer beyond your ignorance. The Witness. This is what makes all possible and its constant from one life to the next as well as waking or in bed. It only exists when one is Centered in Self aka the Golden Circle. The rest are split into blue or red aka attempting to escape fears, ever present, or dreading a future that never truly manifests. I mean, you can prove this, real quick.

Take a pad and pen and write down the top three problems in your realm then think back to last year and you’ll note its just a slot to be filled and, in many ways, a total illusion that you give strength by pumping in your emotional investment. See what I mean about being powerful? You are so strong that you actually believe you’re weak. If that isn’t a stunning feat I don’t know what is. And yet 81% of the realm give not one F as they are content riding the bus with the rest as the dream of a fantastic chariot they will one day possess. What if thats the trick, my friend? That they sell and tell a tale about what was actually stolen much in the same way movies say the good guy always wins when its obvious whats at the helm is quite anti-human.

Art is a lie that tells the truth. Remember this because a Warrior can, will and should flip and inspect everything on the table they present as their view only works from a forced angle and is often revealed as patently ridiculous when one has done the Knowledge. Take money, for example:

Printed out of nothing, worth everything and enough to convince most to do the strangest of things they’d never otherwise accept in that quest for… What exactly? To heal something broken within. I have had the privilege of speaking to a few Souls that struck it quite rich after being born with less and most of them eventually admitted that the big change they expected didn’t manifest as they wished but now they could afford a better class of distractions. Its much like the tale of the American and the Brazilian fisherman:

Picture the scene. Its an idyllic bliss of blue skies and yellow sands with a sea filled with fish. A busy exec sits there, chilling, taking a well earned trip. He spots a man coming in with his boat and some nets. His coffers are reasonably filled and the mans affable grin suggests he has done well. The American questions:

“How long did it take to catch all those fish?”.

“Oh, not long” says the native.

“Why not stay out longer and catch more then?”. The man looks perplexed and says:

“This is enough for my needs and feeding my family”.

“And the rest of the day? What will you do then?”.

“Well, I get up when the sun is shining. Go and catch some fish, come home, play with my kids then take a nap with the missus. Evening comes, I go for a drink with friends and we sing and dance into the evening before getting up and doing it all again”. The businessman shakes his head and internally laughs at this primitive rustic as he attempts to lace him with some corporate wisdom:

“I have a PhD in business. I am also very rich. Here is what I think you should do.

Spend more time at sea, catch as many fish as you can. Save your money and use these profits to get a greater ship and then keep on expanding your operation by employing others instead. Create a corporation, engage in distribution via your network and watch your income swell”.

The Brazilian listens and said:

“And then?”. The American smiles a broad grin and responds with:

“Then ye shall live like a king in your own palace. When the time is right you could even bring your company to market, go public, play the market and such things as you keep on reaping the rewards of your investment”.

“And then?”.

“Then you can retire, move to some small fishing village near the ocean, wake up early, catch a few fresh ones, come home for lunch and play with your grandkids before a bit of a siesta stretch and then you and your buds can toss a few brews as you sing and dance the night away without a care in the world. Doesn’t that sound like a life worth living?”.

This confirmed the natives suspicions that the man was an educated idiot as what he’d described is exactly how he lived but, being polite, he said:

“I’ll think about it” and went on his way to regale his wife and kids with a tale of a crazy gringo who was so busy building castles in the sky he couldn’t see the lay of the land in front of him.

In many ways you are already what you dream of becoming. The hard part is unlearning all of the mess that prevents the realization of this just like awakening to the scheme can seem perilous if you are holding a tight grip on a tiny ship being tossed around the ocean which is why a broader mind and larger perspect is essential, my friend. Thing is life makes you narrow in and focus. This is why all of the sciences are so fragmented and it may seem like we’ve progressed but we have really regressed when it comes to being happy and content humans. In many ways that is the aim of this stage just like I was made to go against the grain and speak the truth like this. Note, this is my realness shared with the intent to inspire discussion, not worship or reverence because why in the hell would you place anyone higher than Self and listen to them like they’re kicking the gospel? That may seem blasphemous but it isn’t as you and the Prime are one in much the same way as one candle can light the next but the flame is held in common even if the outer shell is different. Too many people wax lyrical on that and this but are themselves not what they present. Me? I don’t have that problem because I had no choice but to look within and fix what was shredded, again and again, by a team of dark angels who are merciless with their tricks and yet they are the same forces that turned a coal of ignorance into a diamond of wisdom that learned to transcend suffering and embrace shining which is why I do this – because I was born to.

How many of you are actually natives versus the version of him the Yankee Doodle Dandy imagined? See why they say that to a man with a hammer looks like a nail? It also hints at the immense level of disconnection in this realm that fuels the sprint on the psychosocial treadmill which rarely makes one happy. I was wise enough to spot this and even though I was born with less I’ve always possessed an immense sense of abundance. Sure, some took advantage of this but no one who ever landed on my doorstep ever left unfed. On the flip, in times of lack I’ve always had something come through with a fix that sorts everything without needing to stress as I read the cues and clues that show me how to move. Thats Inner Sense, my friend. It comes from within. The Brazilian lived his lyrics whereas the American was pimped by the false dream and schemes of Adulteration that makes beasts of men then puts the beats on their rear end as they’re trained to two step, just like their parents. Some will have clicked why I call schools concentration camps, par excellence, as they are just this:

A System designed to turn what was one free and living into a shell of its Self after nearly two decades of standardized testing and brainwashing that is then rewarded with gold stars for he who regurgitates best the mess that was poured into his head.

No. Thank. You.

Build what death can’t destroy:

Gnosis.

Be as little children, in other words. Ask the difficult questions, see it as it is. Don’t you ever stop and look at your life and ask why its not working and what you can shift? When have you ever, like the original Ironman himself, took a day off just to kick it because you felt like it? For some the stress of what their boss may have said, what another expects and all this other mess does their head in but I’ve always been a champion of Self employment for this reason as I don’t get on well with authority outside of me and do as I feel. I mean, as long as it hurts no one then what is the problem? Thats true freedom, my friend, and it was rare back when but now is almost extinct as I’m cut from a cloth they no longer stitch even though they present lots of name brand alternatives that purport to be the real thing. Like Faka-Cola in an landlocked village with a crooked shopkeep who keeps the denizens in their fist, I come from another place to share this message.

Read this text about what happens after death and you’ll see why I stress Knowledge of Self as the most important thing. This one as well as the technicolor dreamcoat really is quite important and one should get familiar with it whilst living. The people in charge only are because you abdicated your throne. Don’t feel bad, 8 billion others were tricked as well in this grand scale theft that led to the creation of things called kings who are just crooks draped in purple that appear smooth up top but are flailing within as they know the house of cards they built is erected on sands that can shift, real quick, should be people snap out of the trance they were placed in and then told to sprint on the treadmill from now till they’re dead where they believe they’ll ascend to the realm and promises listed but will actually be mindwiped and slammed back in again if all they knew was the flesh and tales in their head.

Do the Knowledge. Your life depends on it, my friend. By building what death can’t destroy you are, in effect, returning to Inner Sense and as you up your res you realize the ridiculous nature of the deception as this entire realm takes place inside your consciousness ergo I am nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination here to pass on a message, live and direct, that you probably weren’t getting from within due to the amount of noiZ in your head.

Till we meet again