Lets imagine there are certain things in this realm that are powerfully effective at breaking the trance you’re in. What would you do if you were a real life super villain that holds the world in its grip? Well, the first problem you must deal with is there was a time when your reign didn’t exist and someone else was at the helm. Have you ever studied the historical record at depth? How one mans gods become the next devils? I found this quite fascinating, back when, as modern people adamantly linked the trident with Satan and said all kinds of bad things whereas the Greeks said the symbol was from Poseidon himself who was known as the benevolent. Forget all the rest of the details as they’re beyond this missive as we’re concentrating on one simple sign and whats hidden within for those pondering at depth:
You will notice that it stands on a single point and then splits into three, yes? Almost like a tree. I wonder what that could mean? The one on the left is will, as its what you use to make things happen. The one in the mid reps wisdom instead aka gnosis or Knowledge as what the F is the point in having the keys to a fighter jet if you can’t fly the thing? The next is the power to act. Throw all of them in the mix and you can’t help but win, my friend. Its as simple as this. Thats the hidden symbolism of the Devils trident and why ignorance is presented as wisdom because if you pick up this weapon and wield it at your Opponent he can’t help but yield as you become a living threat to his hitherto unquestioned dominance of your entire lineage. Dare ye awaken the Warrior within? If not for thee then do it for your children so you can pass on the wisdom and lets see the world they build where Inner Sense is at the helm. Lets try some practical examples, yes?
Everything in this realm is mental. That is just the way the Game is. Even you, my friend, were a twinkle – once upon a when. A concept. A thought that manifested. The trick is Knowing which dream to dream, in which its worth investing. For that one requires either a brutally honest conversation with Self or a paid consultation. There are lots of people out there that are capable of amazing things but don’t get off their rear ends. On the flip there are plenty that are woefully inadequate for the task they picked but still manage to excel or, at least, pay the bills as they do their thing. Its strange, isn’t it, how those with skills are often wracked with insecurity and a lack of confidence or, on the other end of the swing, don’t think they can charge for something that comes natural. People can’t imagine being anything but themselves and that is quite sad as, in the end, they often do themselves a disservice due to the mess that was poured into their heads, back when, as they were furnished with the skills needed to run the treadmill. This may not be no Immacontentin involution but its the next best thing until that limitless pill manifests in this realm… So, to recap, its not just about having a thought its about having the correct thought, at the right time, with the best intent that is grounded in realism but aimed beyond this realm and what it says is possible. Next:
Discernment. Know what is and isn’t practical. That doesn’t mean one should limit their imagination. No, far from it but see the Game for what it is and comprehend what you’re up against. Is your investment and return the best you can get? If you walked into a casino with limited chips what would be the best gamble? Roulette. Did you know that with the correct mindset you can get the odds up to seventy percent? I’ve actually lived these lyrics and bopped in with next to nothing and strolled out with fat pockets as the pit boss was left thinking how the hell I did it. Granted that particular example was fueled by intuition and some other things but it worked real well to spring the next step for a plan in motion that needed a cash injection at the moment. Its why I wouldn’t recommend it but offer it as an example as you may need to go from A to C but that journey to B may lead backwards to Z which leaps aheart, ya feel me? There are no accidents in this realm, just opportunities to learn, my friend. One of the best “tricks” you can use at this bit was just given to you in a hint but I’ll let you work it out for Self as its more fun that way, isn’t it? Work the angles, play the odds, bring something new to the market or if its tried and tested make it the best they can get then give away free samps before flooding the street and eradicating the comp or, on the flip, charge way more and only pitch at the exclusive clientele so your exposure is limited and cachet, elect. Horses for courses, my friend. Know the lay of the land and place your bets which steps to the next section:
The power to act. Plenty of folks are walking around with pistols with no firing pins in em. They’ll have the target dead bang, go through all the motions and then wonder why their hit floats off into the distance and they’re standing there playing with themselves. Ironic, isn’t it? Its like having a sports car with your foot jammed on the brake as you attempt acceleration. Not happening. This level of internal tension, for most, is as immense as they are ignorant. I offered a solution in another text that involves bouncing. Get up to forty five minutes and the magic happens as you won’t need to read a thing I’ve said as you’ll do it all for Self and thats the best because the aim, in the end, is for you to sip from your own chalice of Inner Sense. That is when your adventure in the flesh truly begins, my friend. The rest is but a distraction from the feature presentation that most never Witness in the flesh as they were too busy trying to fit in. Such are the tricks of the Opponent and best believe he has a team of flying monkeys on deck. Heck you may even be married to one as we speak or looking after a parent. Newsflash, slick, that role is flipped. You were not sent here to do this. If you do so with a grin and its your fondest wish then fine, have at it but if its laced with regret and as much emotional blackmail as you can handle you may just have a vampire in your midst thats busy drinking your lifes potential whilst making you miserable. Do you have the power to act? Now you see why its in the end because this is the move which makes it all begin so start seeing the world for what it is and not what you wish or expect. Leave those Games for the fools who are born, each moment. Let the dead bury the dead. Awaken the Warrior within.
There, in a nutshell, is the hidden symbolism of the Devils trident. Whilst we’re here lets check the definition of G.O.D as well and see if you can find some parallels that may hint at bigger things and then, for extra credit, why don’t you tell me why thirteen is actually mans best friend plus the symbol of luck and perfection for those who seek emancipation from this realm? No search engine tricks, slick, just good old fashioned intellect dipped in intuition with a sprinkle of lateral thinking because I’m quite certain that when you find the solution you’ll grin and, at least, have a lot of fun flexing in the process as you dig depths most never check as they live the life unexamined and thus barely scrape the surface of their innate potential which, when considered, is really quite a sad event, isn’t it?
Since I wandered off the Path of Power into the Valley of the Plebs its been quite intriguing to see the types of tricks the crappy version of me plays upon myself to feel better about where I am as it attempts to make me forget where I’ve been and who I used to be. Another thing is I crave the screen like a baby does a teat as it helps to ease the immense amount of anxiety that comes from being incoherent within aka the mind and body disconnection. Third is I excel at setting myself small, safe (but often ridiculously complex) challenges so I can look back at a win as the rest of my life slides downhill.
Its been interesting to say the least because you, reading this, have no other barometer of comparison other that the version of you you are and can always recollect being but for me its an immense downshift. Its also quite eye opening as these behaviors are obviously preprogrammed in as coping mechanisms that modern society seems to not only exploit but feed as well. Great for business. Bad for individuation and the mental health that brings as it seems to lure you in to a state of digital connectedness as it isolates more and more parts of you from your Self.
I’m no stranger to the inside of my mind and its wiles because I’ve perceived reality as it stands without its lens and the contrast is immense but this is the first time I’ve regressed to this depth. What started off of a small imperiment has became a full blown addiction in creating, maintaining and sustaining the most mediocre version of myself possible whilst using as many distractions as I can get to prevent me from realizing this. Here’s my ideas on the hows and whys of this process:
Our brains are actually three tiered affairs that specialize in their own thing. One keeps the breath and blood flowing (survival at its most basic), the other generates emotions and the broad vision of your inner realm (feelings, drives and motivation) whilst the upper deck handles the executive functions like being creative, letting your imagination do its thing and all of the fun things. The way I can describe it is they work like cups which you fill with the voltage of bio-electricity within therefore one the first layer is good (ie you’ve got food, clothing and shelter with no immediate threat of death) the next one can be filled so you now birth that animal state of awareness in which you’ve got Self motivated actions and the rudiments of recognizing the rhyme behind the reason of what you’re doing. Not saying you’re stupid but this realm is more like a maelstrom of emotion in contrast to the loftier vantage afforded from the next step at the Pre-frontal Cortex.
Now before whilst I was still engaged in the methods of energy cultivation that the Path of Power brings there were clear lines of communication between my limbs, torso, head and the rest as the mind-body existed along one smooth continuum in which messages were flowing back and forth in real time, each moment. One of the side effects of this was I could do things like feel my bones, communicate with my organs and soothe my Central Nervous System in times of stress by Centering my Self aka returning to that zero-point of equilibrium. For those who may be thinking “What tea eff?” upon reading this let me share some times you’ve done the same, maybe unwittingly, so you can relate:
Imagine a day when you’ve worked hard. So hard that its not just the mental but physical which has came to its limit. Maybe you’re an office worker who had to dig a ditch at Six AM on your urban redevelopment after a contractor went missing and failure was not an option. Totally different to tapping keys whilst staring at a screen but the loss was too big to contemplate so you roll up your shirt sleeves and get to working filthy. Many times you wanted to quit but there were no other resources to fall back on but yourself. Eventually the job is done and everything progresses on schedule as you roll yourself home, get washed and crawl into bed. At that moment, just before you drift off, you’ll be acutely aware of your bones and may even feel them pulsating as the marrow dances within because of the uncharacteristic exertion which led to opening channels of communication between your awareness and your flesh. This loop you used to maintain and override each time your arms said “I’m tired” or your back ached to signal its discontent were acknowledged then repurposed when seen through the bigger lens of the potential shipwreck that could happen if you don’t handle this. The “afterglow”, shall we say, may even last up until breakfast because you’ll be far more aware of exactly how much strength it takes to cart around your flesh hence “Whats the matter with me?” is exceedingly accurate.
The vestigial traces of organs speaking are peppered throughout the language with such things as “My heart wasn’t in it” “My gut feeling says…” and “I’m in two minds“. This is because what was well known in old times, and modern man has been made to forget, is that the organs have their own intelligence, awareness and can communicate as well to those who listen. To achieve this first you need to generate a state of silence within which means you actually get to listen to what is underneath that incessant chattering in your head you think is natural when its actually a distraction from mastering the Three Kingdoms aka your head, chest and abdomen. For example anger and frustration live within the liver and gallbladder hence when you see that mild mannered accountant who always seemed so quiet and timid flip his lid after one too many drinks you now know its because he activated what was present yet suppressed from his regular awareness as the alcohol increased the circulation and thus gave vent to what his chronic tension did its best to keep hidden from his awareness. Its also linked to vision hence “blind drunk” is common as is the photosensitivity upon rising after a night of imbibing.
As for the Central Nervous System anyone who has had the kind of orgasm that feels like riding the crest of a wave of timeless pleasure knows that when they reintegrate in the afterglow of this imperience its akin to feeling like a very wrinkled cloth that was made of rough cotton is now perfectly pressed and feels like the finest silk against your skin, as well as being ravenous. This is because the body can either be in fight or flight or stay and play and the CNS modulates this switch.
Ordinarily people engage in various activities to elicit these states but the Path of Power is all about cutting out the middle man and going directly to the source to generate what you seek via a better state of coherence. After all they’re your organs, your bones, your nerves. Why shouldn’t you hear when they speak? Using the previous cup analogy of one fills the next so the following state is released; this is why people smoke weed because the influx of THC eases the kidneys and the fear they hold within along with various forms of neuromuscular tension to keep this suppressed. Its also why you get the paranoid trips and people who used to blaze religiously but can’t now since it will have them switching the curtains and holding their breath like a nervous wreck. I could go on and list everything else but you get the point of this tangent, yes?
Without the practices I’d daily engage in my Witness was now held hostage by just trying to survive. Forget thriving. That isn’t an option when you energy levels are in the ditch. Its also why caffeine is such a popular thing because it provides a measured jolt to the kidneys, liver, heart, stomach etc.. to get them pumping without stirring up the depths of the energies kept therein. Take the same people off this substance and watch where their emotional barometer swings and you’ll see clearly the truth about what I’m saying. But that wasn’t the most interesting part of all of this:
I needed to restart my practices to build my energy reserves, nourish my organs, stabilize my nervous system, Center my awareness in Self whilst extending the presence of my Witness across its Three Kingdoms in a state of optimal coherence from which I usually rest. Thing is this wasn’t happening as entropy (and a few other factors) had me in their grip and most certainly did not want to relent. This is like someone who always goes running, first thing in the AM or always has a drink upon returning home in the PM. These habits are ingrained and they build feedback loops based on your participation that generate the foundations and stable points of reference for the rest of your existence. If the runner couldn’t he’d be climbing the walls instead and if he slipped, fell and then was forced to sit still for a while he would not be the same person at all you knew when he was still training. Same with the drinker. He doesn’t have to be an alcoholic, just someone who ends his shift with a nightcap to chill. Bet he doesn’t even notice its the sigh that escapes from his lips as he takes his first sip after going through his routine that is ingrained and meticulous as comes home from the office, turns off his cell, showers, grabs a beverage and remote then proceeds to chill with a few drinks until its bed then up again.
If one segment, lets say he comes home and his water has been cut off for some reason, is out of whack the rest doesn’t hit like it did and tomorrow people will notice. If the next day his TV stops working and the day after he finds out his favorite beverage has been withdrawn from all the shelves… You get the message.
We use a lot of these support structures based on external aspects and substances to keep our inner realm in check. Its very much like gardening except you’re just trimming the surface level weeds and not ripping out the root and step. This is the Path of Power difference and also why so many folks are petrified of being alone by themselves with no distractions.
Now my anxiety was ramping up immensely because I knew this was supposed to be a temporary thing. A minor imperiment so I had better knowledge of the Slaves suffering and thus which techniques and processes should be highest on the list to assist them in awakening the Warrior within. Know one thing:
Society is built upon the back of keeping you kneeling at the feet of midgets in a state of weakened low energy because then you’ll engage in loads of different behaviors and rationalizations to hide this from your Self awareness. I knew that before but not like this. Now I see exactly how powerful this process is thanks to the billions of adherents who run their energetic circuits like this. Not for nothing are the digits of the nation that is used to hold you back immense because the path to actualization is akin to pushing a rock up a hill as the world smacks you in the shins and throws banana skins over the areas you intend to tread. They really have set not only us against ourselves but you against your Self hence individual meaning “Inwardly Divided and Dual”.
I found this out real well because there were the aspects of me that knew exactly how it felt to spring out of bed with a grin, feeling totally refreshed after a night of vivid guidance via my dreams and knowing just what I had to do as I hopped in to the upward groove that Path of Power brings. The other, devitalized but much closer at hand aspect however, that said “Why bother?” as it automatically picked up my phone and peered at the screen for solace.
The process I mentioned previously of Centering in Self is essential to progress when it comes to true development because its all about balance. That ubiquitous black mirror provides something almost like this but not quite with its presence as it generates a sense of calmness as you loose yourself in the moment and thus temporarily forget the tension and anxiety that is wracking your system due to crappy sleep habits, the stress of living and the bonds of ignorance you heap upon yourself.
There goes the rest of the day.
At some point I’d rally, rebel, rouse the troops and say “Enough! What the heck are you doing? You know what to do and how to do it so lets get on with it right this instant” as I would attempt to set my intent with a newfound determination. Know what happened next? I’d somehow set myself another challenge and take that on instead. I’m the quintessential hacker in that regard because I’ve always taken whatever is and then seen what else it can do if I change a few things. In many ways this train of thought is what led me to discovering the station at which the Path of Power lives because its just the same inquisitiveness to go beyond preset limits to find out for yourself that dwells in the hearts of children.
I picked up an old project I hadn’t looked at for over a decade that had previously been an obsession. Something where there was no problem but I had to find a solution anyway by making it more efficient, interesting and (most importantly) do what I intended. It had fallen by the wayside as the one that got away. Nothing vital or life changing in any sense. Just one of them things that would be quite cool to prove to myself that my intuition was correct and that the laws of the program could be bent to my will instead to generate much better effects than originally intended.
By now I had far more experience, a broader sense of intuition as well as various bits and pieces of progress I’d never stitched together since placing this old challenge on the shelf and moving onto more concrete things. Now I was back in the land of distractions designed to keep me from realizing who I be and the engine was running at full steam as it was powered by avoidance and anxiety to achieve a small win in the face of the such a long standing downward trajectory.
I set to this task with a level of focus and dedication that would amaze the old me as much as it did the current mediocre version. I was in the zone. My thoughts were fluid and cogent and it almost felt like that same flow state the Path of Power begets when regularly practiced but, deep down, I knew I was fooling myself because that wasn’t this. It was a pale imitation akin the link between masturbation and sex because both bring friction but the mood is totally different and I knew I was F-ing myself. And yet I couldn’t quit.
I was addicted.
I simply had to figure out the solution to this problem that doesn’t exist but I had created, way back when, as a challenge to myself that was gladly accepted before being rediscovered again as I strolled through the desolate lands known as the Valley of the Plebs as the crappiest version of my Self.
What was so interesting was it allowed me a way to project and deal with my anxiety. The problem became the solution and not the fact that my energetic systems were an incoherent mess. Each time I made progress I felt a rush of endorphins hit my system that spurred me to keep going.
As depleted as I was I was still able to draw links between gamers craving achievements and folks peering at their phones to see who is paying them attention as the twenty first centuries global Pavlovian experiment does its thing as the midgets walk around rubbing their palms with glee as its all going so swimmingly.
Then one day, today as I type this, I did it. Not only did I do it but I pushed it beyond the limit and created an all singing, all dancing variant that was way beyond my imagination and talent back when I first set the challenge. Know what happened next?
My anxiety came roaring back with a vengeance because there were no more projections for me to place it in and attempt to deal with the illusion of progress that was being used to trick my nervous system into releasing treats. It felt horrible. I guess this is why Alexander wept, yes? What does that say about him? About anyone driven by conquest or its far less attractive but much more common little cousin:
Be honest with your Self as I have been in this text and you’ll see that a vast percent of your lifes energies go into doing dumb little things and not the big challenge you wish to beat but feel to tired to get off your knees to go chase. Thing is now you have gained a far greater awareness into this process and when it happens next you will be like “Wait a minute? I know where this ends” and thus stop the process by imposing your will to not engage. Next you’ll feel a huge upsurge in emotion, usually the negative at which point its quite good to stamp your feet like a kid because this discharges excess energy from your spinal cord down your legs.
Thats amazing, isn’t it? How no one taught them this but they all intuitively realize that frustration sticks around the sacrum due to impinged movements of their energetics and how their heels contain the paths that link therefore short, sharp pressures create the effect of grounding.
Thats is another Path of Power thing hence be ye as children because its all about unlearning the crap the System put in which is what keeps you kneeling at the feet of midgets as you beg for more and more distractions.
All in all its been very interesting. Not only did I prove to my Self that my old skills in modifying zeros and ones to do my bidding are not only still present and correct, able to rise to the challenge, but also far better now than they were then. It also highlighted why I moved over to hacking this realm, my awareness and flesh instead because those challenges are far more important and way more beneficial when it comes to fixing the mess we’re within because way back when I was still tapping on keys from the A to PM I realized:
“There is something hollow and artificial about this” as I recollected my first inkling of the fakeness that I felt underpinned this realm. It had been there since a jit and at various times I’d been quite obsessed with it or watched it recede as other things took precedence but it was always present.
I went from playing games for amusement to hacking them to learn how to break the rules instead and that flipped into living what they said was called life up to birthing the concept called the Game of Souls which is what you’re within as read this text that is streaming out of my awareness via a keys and into yours thanks to the screen and that ubiquitous black mirror that makes its presence felt whilst staying hidden. They say thats the hallmark of good business, you know? Being a good middleman. In that case their turnover must be booming because its set up so well.
Life makes people anxious. Screens ease the feels they’d rather not perceive so add in side quests like getting likes, fake friends, projecting an image or just moving around pixels as each day in the Real World keeps slipping by as you amuse yourself to death. Its such an efficient tool of enSlavement and an immense improvement over the ruse known as bio-survival tickets aka the coin of the realm that allows you to pretend you can purchase freedom whilst simultaneously denying you’ve been enSlaved by the System.
See that? It feels like I’m taking steps to embody my higher Self again? Whats that? Did you hear it? On the horizon, it stands beaming. Thats the Path of Power calling. “My friend, so glad to make your acquaintance!”.
You, currently, Know next to nothing about your Self, either in or outside of this realm. The Opponent you are playing against however knows all. All your dirty little secrets, the pain and suffering, hurt, shame and neglect as well as the rest of the wounds that weep silently within. Not only this but he knows your multidimensional potential as well as the various functions of your Earthday Suit and gleefully uses your ignorance against you and thus you, due to lack of knowledge, make your own life exponentially more difficult and then look for people to blame for the situation. Don’t feel bad. Your parents did this. Their parents as well.You come from a long line of people who fell for the oldest trick in the book and lived a generally miserable existence. You, by reading this, have the chance to make a difference and shift but that involves stepping within and this, for most, can be more terrifying than death because it means leaving what they’re familiar with.
Your brain will back you in this because its a creature of habit whose job it is to keep safe and protect the awareness circulating around within it. This is why bad experiences stick like Velcro and the good slides off its Teflon finish because its wired for survival. Thing is back when if you were chased through the plains by some kind of wild animal looking to tuck in there were clear, marked signals that said “Danger, dump the adrenaline, increase the strength. All hands on deck, lets get scrambling!” when the pursuit kicked in but when it ended the “Its all good, we survived, reel it all back in again so we can chill again” system switched you back into the parasympathetic function of rest and digest, usually with a wide grin, feeling of exuberance and more than a little shaking as you released your nervous tension.
This is us.
The human animal in its natural environment. Thing is that isn’t now and it hasn’t been for quite some time. Not only that but all that intervening stress, death and battling the elements to get us to this moment where I can type things here and beam them to the other end of the planet is filled with generations upon generations of your family line that lived and died with no knowledge of Self. End result? You inherited their pain, ignorance and suffering. This is the true source of discomfort and its presence causes havoc to your existence before being passed on, compounded, to your children. That is why I say its such an old trick and why so many fall for it because all you seek is within. Thing is the Devilish language which is currently the most spoken is entirely bereft of concepts relating to the inner realm where the Self lives as the modern world is built upon its suppression as its pain is then used to power your relentless pursuit of bio-survival tickets and all this can bring. Its all a distraction. A very clever one as your Opponent is not new to this but the scale of the forces aligned against you is immense so its quite easy to slide into resonance with the rest of the lost Souls who know naught of Self but plenty about everything else. Its a familiar kind of comfort because for most its the type of family they were born in – entirely devoid of any form of introspection and one that moved to shut down questions from their children whilst rewarding them for obedience. Then they were shipped off to school which further widened this schism whilst removing the natural process of thinking which was then replaced with Thunk instead that does exactly what it says on the tin:
Like I said, a very old trick that is kept around as its so effective. This is the Game of Souls. This is what you’re within and up until you started reading my missives you didn’t have a clue of this as its designed to be seductive. Very few dare to swim upstream as you’ll hear the herd bleat “Why you want to go that way? Are you crazy? Stay here with me where its safe, please.“. They say that because people crave stability externally to offset the chaos they won’t allow themselves to feel internally and you moving differently to their Thunk generates immense discomfort hence its you against the world when it comes to the quest for Self because most are so well programmed that they’ll reject the help and run toward something thats proven to be ineffective just because thats what the voice said so they did. Its quite mental in the sense that the inmates long ago took over the asylum and that it all plays out inside your awareness so the options are rebel against the System for what it did by examining your programming and thus overcoming the illusion of wisdom that masks your total ignorance of Self or just keep doing what you did as you get more of what you did. See that predictability again? Remember as a child when each day was about discovering something else? Pushing the limits? Prompted not by a voice in your head but by a feeling in your chest that was entirely fearless due to the supreme confidence that animated your each step?
That was Self. Still is. This is whats waiting for you to reclaim it where it was hidden, by your artful Opponent and his System that switched Thunk for thought and tricked you into accepting labels instead of imperience as it directs your awareness whilst you mistake it for your Self and see no different. Stop for a moment and think:
Anything you can perceive as separate, you cannot be. Correct? If you look at a desk you can’t be it as you’re looking at it, yes? Same thing with another. Its how we generate the referential state because of the space that allows us to relate, manipulate and exchange but what of inside the brain? What then? See what I mean about the nature of your Opponent who hides himself in your head using a voice that directs your awareness in ways that suit him with tones that sounds just like your dialect that won’t stop yapping as it passes commentary on everything but, like I said, it is all always entirely predictable because its Thunk masquerading as think. If you truly do consider what I just said until it gets to the visceral level of feeling you’ll notice how it tries to discourage such things, offers distractions or even makes your head ache. Know why? To preserve its own state, its own reign, its stolen place in the centre of your brain. This is what the Warrior intends to reclaim and what the Slave denies is the case as the former is out to kill this imposter via starving it off all attention whereas the latter does whatever it says without ever stopping to think “Wait a minute, how can that voice be mine if I’m obviously something else thats listening to it from inside?” as there is no Thunk shaped block like this.
Well, there wasn’t until I just installed it and your Opponent will now do its best to edit and attempt to make you forget this ever exists because its all about protecting its investment as the pirate of your consciousness that commandeered your vessel and claimed it as his.
How did you feel reading this? Examine the states and shifts, ponder the potentials by your Self. Better yet discuss with a friend as you’ll see their inner realm is eighty percent the same as yours with different decoration but the same Thunk within as both of you are truly unfulfilled and constantly searching outside for what is hidden and silenced within your chest but often attempts to speak via body signals that your Opponent tells your need pills. All to protect its investment. You. Your Earthday Suit. Your awareness. A living hostage with its mind behind enemy lines in a world that is not what it seems as you were born into schemes that were hatched many millennia before in this carbon based reality show thats about to evolve to silicon and once that shift kicks in then forget what I said because you won’t even be able to remember it as the Opponent sings whilst dancing and your descendants will have even less of a clue about whats missing as they’ll be born into a prison they can’t touch, taste or feel that is actually hell but all that comes to their senses is “This is heaven, enjoy it” as the silicon signals augment their consciousness and the earlier division mentioned comes full circle then its on to the next until we get here again and, who knows, maybe next time it will be you typing this as you figured out the nature of the trick as I’m doing all I can to ensure this is the last credit I insert into the Game of Souls as I’m leaving at the end by stepping around the “Be Kind, Rewind” exit that is actually just another entrance. En-trance, get it?
If you trust a liar then who is to blame in the end?
Step one told you it was A, B, C then you learned it was actually one, two, three. On and on goes the scheme.
Have you ever wondered from whence comes the command to kill me dead and the reasoning behind the intent?Your future’s my past but do you comprehend the depth of the sketch? Better yet, once it clicks that you’ve been tricked into sitting at a table you came to flip what do you think happens next? Do the Knowledge.
You’ll get windwiped, dumped in the flesh, surrounded by those jacked in who still chirp the official script via those invisible friends that we know form the connect as they connive and plot to create problems as you run around wondering what the F is happening. I know there is no reasoning with you. I know your empathy hit the exit once you traded your Soul for groupthink and yet I still type this because I want to try and help you make sense of what you think is happening because whilst you and the team may grin at the plebs you’ve placed on the psychosocial treadmill what if the same pimp played an identical trick using spiritual gifts instead? What then? From one life to the next you line up and place your bets knowing full well the fix is in. Each step you think you progress and are getting ahead as you can’t wait to ascend the pyramid but that will never, ever happen as you think because you ain’t them.
You’re a useful idiot. A man who plays a position.A Slave that is so identified with his Master that he Thunks he’s them while they, in secret, look down upon ones who pledged by signing their name against a blank cheque the rest will fill, as and when, with whatever amount they wish.
Do you know what the implications of this are for your kids? What it means in terms of spiritual evolution and the rest? Why on earth do you think there is a force which sends golden seeds in with missions etched in their chest that your team kills and revels in the disinformation they spread after death as they rewrite the narrative to keep themselves ahead because aheart is impossible as they lack that Prime connection which is why the covet pimping the rest. Really ponder this even though I suspect its nigh on impossible for one jacked in with an astral earpiece and wig augmentation patched into their nervous system and spinal column as those you play with ain’t what you suspect. Get the message?
Probably not but I persist like a hard headed diamond that shines in the darkness and eclipses your false illumination that spins upon a wheel of deception using lubricants of ignorance.
They. Don’t. Like. You.
If they did why are so many of you miserable? Look at your health, your mental aspects and the rest. What of your coping mechs and maladapted methods of survival? Sure some of you are rich and famous and they use this carrot along with the stick of being disconnected and hunted from end to end in this realm to keep you in check as well as the higher aspect I won’t mention in this missive but I’m here to tell that you will never, ever, ever get to the land promised because they themselves don’t have the access and they’re simply pimping your resonance in ways you can’t quite fathom.
Flip, don’t sit.
Its not your table anyway. Some of you were, once upon a when, golden and sent to this realm with a mission that was so surely and steadily corrupted that now you think you’re the Opponent and will die to protect him. Just like the denizens of the Valley of the Plebs, yes? Welcome to the fractal, my friend. My message isn’t just for the 8% but you as well and thats the true threat because your man knows the 81 are so firmly entranced and plugged in that the idea of life being death and they’re trapped in a living hell that seems heaven sent is simply preposterous and ignorant of the false bliss they live in as they drown in distractions wearing the flesh in this three ring circus. Lets send the clowns in, yes? What if they already did and this is how we got into this mess?
You know, for the rest, being human is the worst it can get in the spiritual sense and we, at the moment, are the most fallen one can imagine. I mean, look around at the world we’ve built, live in and accept without question and tell me you can’t spot the corruption as we engage in a war with what sustains us and thus can’t only promise death if we win. There is a very anti life element at the helm, yes? Look at it from this pic and do the Knowledge about how you got into this mess and then you may just gain the gnosis to ascend because the nature of the Opponent is so slick and effective that he makes bad seem good and the righteous, wicked. I don’t mean that word in terms of a Bible flex or being holier than them. I’m simply speaking on that sensation in your chest when you Know you’re correct and in full resonance. Like saying Aunt Bunny has a mustache and then getting whipped for it. Two words ruined your life, children. Just two of them. The rest were insults, afresh, puled up on the injury you sustained, back when. Some of us had it more intense and plenty were even fractured whilst developing as their mother whizzed on a pregnancy test and when it said “Yes” she felt an immense wave of regret as she hadn’t planned, didn’t wish and was busy doing other things.
Like I said, the wounded womb hurts what it births and this all leads back to the primal pain we sustained the day the sky fell.
I guess somebody had to take the job nobody wanted, eh? Those tables won’t flip themselves. Or maybe I’m incorrect or the embodiment of an equation that seeks balance within its Self because, in the end, this plane is a fractal ergo all is as intended and one thing that really makes me grin about the whole situation is how cleverly the fix is in as the demand is created and then supplied, real well, as Slaves run the treadmill without ever stopping to question the intent of the architect or where their efforts actually went and what they power beyond this realm as they two step in ignorance. They say truth is stranger that fiction, yes? That, in and of itself, is mindblowing, isn’t it? How quickly amnesiac gods forget what they are and were beyond this realm as they cling to the script of “being human” from one life to the next…
On the flip, what if one should actually extend thanks and appreciation instead for those who, by any means, retained their leverage – despite their seeming intent – as it provided the impetus for one such as my Self to kick these lyrics between the shift of the ages? You’ve got to admit, its super interesting and the thing with me in my position is I’m willing to question everything as I flip the script and clock the angles as I turn over the tables. Such is the gift of Inner Sense but, for some, the appeal of oblivion is being plugged in to the connect in a huge Game of Tetra Says… Them grams have got you open, my friend. Nostrils looking like KRS, hope you enjoy those seething powers in your fist as your mind is in the grip of a criminal intent that isn’t what it says…
If you trust a liar then who is to blame in the end?
Is there anything else apart from money that pops into most peoples heads when you ask them if they’d like to change something about themselves? It really is amazing, isn’t it, that paper ascribed worth is as imaginary as you think it is yet everyone wants it, nonetheless. I’d bet you could draw a list about the root cause of most wickedness on this realm since the invention of this medium and moola would come out ahead with religion following behind in the distance and passion filling out the podium. It isn’t even really a question, is it?
And yet most people accept the script they’re given and start reciting the holy scripture which says “Give us today our slips of paper printed with those dead, in flesh or spirit, in exchange for our effort so we may pretend we aren’t Slaves in this realm as we purchase the illusion of freedom“. There it is, folks, the true religion most people practice, preach and live for as well. The rest is mere surface dressing, this is as gritty as the nitty gets and its not pretty. Uglier still is the fact that its a dream that sells so well that billions walk around thinking the cause of their problems is actually the solution when its no such thing.
Ah, I’ve got to hand it to them but then they are akin to High School students tricking babies out of their milk money at nursery and it seems they’re drunk on power that others pledge to their silently demanded obedience. Pointing this out draws glares from those who play the trick as well as those who buy in. Interesting, isn’t it? I’ve said it before and will again:
Your mind is behind enemy lines and there is a war raging with you fighting on the behalf of your Opponent against your Self. Every single thing you think you know about anything was designed by said force and inserted into your awareness. You hitched your wagon to these concepts, just like the rest of your lineage (and potential descendants as well) because you never questioned the well designed BS you were fed since you stepped into this realm. I did. Still do.
It looks convincing from a certain angle because its a perspective trick that appears enticing and has the weight of the past generations ignorance forcing you to look at it as they did or be a traitor to your heritage. A lot of people can’t admit that. Not even to themselves. Thats why its so brilliant because folks are so heavily invested in concepts that oppose their best interests and they’re doing it all out of free will which means they accept the consequences. Ah, its genius. It really is. Like taking milk money from a baby in order to feed your own habit and akin to punching someone in the dark and then saying the crime is victimless as they stumble around picking their teeth up off the pavement expressing thanks for their many gifts. Sounds stupid, yes? Well that isn’t even half of a percent of the ignorance you’re living at this very moment.
The trap was set thousands of years ago by those who play the longest of long cons when it comes this game of chess in which pieces were never taken. No they were simply fed to entice you into playing as directed because the trick is for you to think they are dumb and you’re clever. Can you see how smart this is because no one questions an algorithm or operating system that seems to be allowing them to win. For you, and the rest, the test comes at death. Thats when you’ll come face to face with your unfinite awareness who silent screams were suppressed by the incessant chatter in your head that, if we’re being frank, designed the life you lived, acted and everything else. Strange how its absence is felt as slightly uncomfortable when you’re no longer tied to the limits of this realm because that false self you were so heavily invested in exists only in the flesh ergo you lived and died as a meat puppet moving to its whims and this is what I’m attempting to get you to comprehend while you can still do something about it because its very design is seductive. Its made to hit all the walls, cover all the angles and thats why its ninety two percent effective at pulling those into its grip. The remaining eight percent who don’t fall for the trick have ways to be dealt with and they have, will and continue to attempt to direct me towards situations that accelerate the fall of my curtain along with the body positive model yodeling as she two steps over the grave they dug long ago and await it patiently being filled. Good job I see em coming, reject the suggestions and prefer, instead to Know the Ledge as they sit there, thumb twiddling.
After all, they’ve got nothing but time. Literally. Once you comprehend what I’ve just said then that much is Self evident and the rest of the pieces of the castle in the sky you thought you dwelled in start tumbling and that particular bad egg can never be reshaped in their graven image. Is that sulfur I smell? I wonder what the link is. Anyway, thats enough for now but as a parting shot don’t think I meant you can help the poor by being one of them as thats impossible but the fact of the missive depends on your wavelength because what if everyone in your town decided to take a break from their mortgage, in unison? Or, better yet, lets say everyone clicked off the net for nine days. Watch how quick they legislate and mandate access then as they reveal the fist that deals hits of dopamine inside your head whilst keeping you inside a reality tunnel they set using all manner of digital spells. What? You didn’t know the net was a weapon?
This is what I mean about checking the def and testing whats in your grip because, like all scams, the participant needs to be complicit in their own exploitation for it to kick and these folks have dreams for sale. Billions served daily.
Do the Knowledge. The real terrorism is the fact you pay rent because organized crime collects and if you’re wise enough to click how the whole thing is truly rigged to make one dance to the whims of the madman inside your head then the rest of the realm makes more sense as its etched via the same blueprint which is as old as it is effective. If not, feel free to choose ignorance, pay for every step and then come face to faceless with what I said once you draw your last breath and are fitted, afresh, for another Earthday Suit as your mind is wiped and you’re plugged back in to serve another life sentence… Money, money, money – its so funny how this thing that doesn’t exist underpins the entire illusion and drops a hint that the greatest power in this land is your imagination, yes?
Why do they do this? Why do men do anything? Power. Long, long ago some people lost a battle and they didn’t take it well. As they set off across the lands in attempt to put their failed coup behind them they licked their wounds and formed a vicious kind of resolve that would never let this happen again. “They won due to better weapons. We had the numbers and tactical advantage and yet he, that one who shall not be named, dared to stand against us. We are now tattered but our revenge we shall have upon them over the coming generations”.
Over six thousand years ago this scheme was hatched and its been running, uninterrupted in the West, since then. You could say we’re speaking of the architects of the old order of the ages who are currently penning the next level script as you read this. Their methods are quite slick. You simply take people who believe in the divine, torture them until they’re out of their senses and convince them the devil did it and if you will but only accept the new savior they’re presenting then the suffering will and ye shall become prosperous. Did you spot the trick? The new god is actually the devil and the presence of this tale that flicks obscures that which the natives once knew well in lieu of a new programming that changes not only how they relate to Self but also this realm as well.
Imagine a bucket into which everyone passing in a town drops a penny. This is the repository of belief. Now lets pretend that the collection is so immense they upgraded it to a well and soon we have an ocean of loot flowing from all those, both current and dead, that are invested. Can you now envision that instead of material on this realm this is suspended as a crust that is built at the boundary to this realm and you’ve got the perfect example of a doorman who says “Your names not down, you’re not coming in” as you head to the exit. “Thats your problem” says the one still hearting and thus able to see through the deception and the only power they wield is what you give them and its quite an elegant sleight of hand as its as old as it is successful.
Most simply cannot perceive a con on the scale of this. Where intricate pieces are carved then presented upon the checkerboard of their awareness as people once born sovereign with complete dominion are ensnared into believing the Game another presents as the only option there is. Dangerous combination, chess and cons. I really do have to hand it to them. In the literal and metaphysical sense, take what you created as its entirely worthless to me now examined as I see through the pomp, splendor and ritual to the common thief hidden within whose ego got a bruising for daring to go against the natural order of things and thus he set off to win the ultimate win by becoming a god himself. “Jealous, much?” he said as he pointed at the energetic oceans of coins that were directed at him in this realm as his power grows with each investment to the tale that he brings to the battle scarred and beleaguered senses of his living hostages.
Once you’ve spotted the common thread that runs through so many myths, stories and legends it because quite obvious we’ve stumbled over the original blueprint that many other organizations and cliques would trace in order to be just like him. Most of them don’t know this and deny it with vehemence as they they point at a proud history that they were trained to believe. It has little to do with reality, sadly. Seeing this isn’t easy.
Imagine if you were the first team to bring lying to a realm. In a time, way back when, people didn’t see the benefit of deception as another truth was Self evident. “You are another me, together we“. Sure it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows as there was still conflict and the occasional skirmish as well but us in comparison to them took it to a whole nother as we created a simulacrum in our heads of who we think we are and aren’t as well the world we’re in and constantly mistake it for the real thing and are then stressed and upset when we feel a rising sense of discomfort within. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was not just convincing you he didn’t exist but that he was god himself. You really have to hand it the the Opponent. He keeps the Game super spicy with this new layer of deception wrapped on top of what was, at its heart, an illusion to allow the unfinite to grasp the perception of limits. Many from one, in that respect. Upwards and onwards again shall they step but not if you can convince them they are despicable worthless creatures that were born in sin, totally wicked, bereft of anything decent and horrendously rough stones that were in need of a good chiseling as they attempt to contort themselves to fit anothers perception.
This is where hell kicks in but because this guy is decent and he’s your friend as you’ve spent a lifetime investing in his concepts he is gonna do you a favor. It goes a little something like this:
You nod what used to be your head but is now a resonant potential of emptiness that, once again, fell under the delusion of a malign influence that had spent your entire lifetime creating false concepts and paradigms. Robert may be your fathers brother but that is irrelevant as sperm meets egg and your sentience is linked to new flesh for another life sentence in which you’ll buy all the BS he sells via his various reps and System until you’ve lived, died and came back again so many times you’ll be at the point where I sit.
“I’ve got the strangest feeling I’ve read this before” says one as a light sparks within. “Deja Vu!” suggests another to dim its potential and thus both stay in darkness due to the nature of the spells their tongues are weaving via vibration mixed with ignorance as they know not the nature of the rites, nor what is hidden in the left. A Game of three halves it is and what you don’t know you don’t know can, will and has killed you more times than you recollect. And yet, here you are. A glutton for punishment.
I am strongly starting to believe that I beat the Game and found the way home again but instead of ascending upstream I sank back into matter again. It explains so much between now and then as I’ve recently became clear in what exactly it is that I’m up against:
My mind.
How wild is this? Really take a moment three stop and think about it. I will say this:
You should not follow me. Don’t believe a thing I said but please consider it deeply. I am a broken man with shattered dreams and supremely powerful teachers that have immense resources at their beck and call and agents as far as the eye can see. No Morpheus and Trinity to team in this realm for me, presently, and the craziest thing is those who I’m doing for will hate the message, ignorantly. Belaam! I came in the door, I said it before…
Sometimes you’ve got to kick it off the hinges before you turn the tables and scratch the setlist that was playing its universal mind control rhythm to make everyone in the discotheque of flesh dance on strings they don’t suspect and move to a false beat that promises nothing but live, die, repeat with a liberal sprinkling of pain and suffering plus as much misery as you can handle, all covered by lashings of distractions and a digital panhandle. In order to prevent realization of this the meat puppets will do anything to pretend the hooks searing in their flesh and fully divined by their subconscious never, ever come to their Adulterated awareness which acts as a protective tick via use of the (false) self which, get this, orchestrated the whole thing off rip! Anyone who mentions this must be devil himself as the coping mech will grin as it points the blame at him, the external, for something you always felt within but only allowed your Self to sense once the correct vent was present. Bit of a mind Game, isn’t it? No wonder the so called schizo flips his lid when he comes face to faceless with what kicks whilst the mystic swims in the same seas the other drowns within…
If this is a bit beyond your ken then congratulate your Self for going the distance as most, at the behest of the voice in their head, would’ve clicked off before the 8th run on sentence. As intended. Look at the comments section of anywhere you wish and its obvious most people are straight up imbeciles. Thing is, this isn’t natural, but designed thus proof positive of how effective the System is with its grip on human consciousness. And yet, here I am. Dancing for the blind whilst singing for the deaf in a performance that is pitch perfect. Will they comprehend the message whilst I’m present so we can converse if what I saw within syncs with their own imperience as we, individual and collective, get to Know thy Self? Or will the masses cling to the illusion they were handed, like a brick, before being tossed into the ocean of ignorance their parents drowned in and their children are currently being instructed to accept without question.
Do you see how refined this is to make it all seem inevitable and that you have no options? This is a trick gangsters know well as, with a little deception and theatrics, they can make things seem quite different in order to keep their protection racket going. We are dealing with a parasitic lifeform that feeds on human consciousness and its favorite dish is the lower emotions like shame, suffering, pain, embarrassment and all of the rest people would rather run a mile in the opposite direction than take two steps within and embrace the true cause which is, almost always, an illusion. Its so, so clever. It really is. The grift never ends, from this realm to the next, because its same people you meet here and then. Just as you are the same the trick is realizing this because you aren’t this story any more than you are the flesh. You are the Witness. Light as a feather, powerful as an ocean as it takes the shape of whatever its poured in, without question. That was the original intent of this realm, a playground in the flesh till those who clicked that free will meant they could do as they wished because there are no consequences for what happens in an illusion that is based on the splitting of that which is a universal constant. Enter stage left, the devil. Or, in English, thats lived flipped. To whom have you dedicated this existence, I’m wondering?
Do these type of thoughts scare you? It can be most profitable to learn the noble art of discernment and see if that is truly you or the voice in your head that directs your Witness into feeling what it says. This, they don’t want. Not one bit. A populous just stupid enough to work the tills but not smart enough to question why the money they value more than life itself is actually worthless because its a made up piece of someones imagination to ensure that, win or lose, you remain under his influence and within his paradigm. I believe Slave describes them best and they will fight to maintain the status as they run from liberation due to the presence of the devil they know best that has spread, unchecked, from one generation to the next as they think his offering is the only Game in town due to the position of ignorance which is akin to giants kneeling at the feet of midgets.
Sure, it hurts to admit you’ve been tricked and standing up to regain your strength is potentially torturous due to a lifetime of groveling which has calcified that which one flexed (and can again) but the consequences are worth it and this is my bet, this is where I spin the only chip I truly posses in this crooked realm because when I heart the exit at the end it will be with full Knowledge of Self and this is what most do not realize is even an option, in the direct and visceral sense – not a load of old “He said, she said” cobblers – hence “Know ye not, ye are gods and all I have done ye are far more capable”.
“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”.
“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”.
“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:
“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”.
“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”.
“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.
“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?”.
“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.
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”.
“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“.
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.
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:
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.
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”.
