“One day I hope to be a human, being” he said. This may sound odd to hear because many think they’re already there but it doesn’t seem that way to me at all. If one is continually at the beck and call of forces over which you have little to no control then a human doing what they’re told is a more accurate way to describe this state. Being is freeing which means nothing is in the way nor is there any charade about which role to play and hoping people interpret you in a certain way. We create these little mind games with others because they are played upon our Self but most are so caught up in the mix that they lack all discernment and thus don’t question this. Ask yourself:
If your mind truly is your own then stop all thoughts, right now, this moment. You can’t. But then you do whatever it says without pause or reflection which means you can’t be being as that in itself implies a sense of centered emptiness that is simultaneously filled from within. I know this may sound paradoxical but thats exactly how it is from the glimpses I’ve Witnessed and it feels so much more real, so much more authentic than previous imperience which is akin to a kite of attention being blown around by chaotic winds. First that way, then this. You might graze the pavement then ascend but its all at the whim of something outside of your control and thus you can’t claim to be a master of your inner realm. Stop and think for a moment if you had as little coordination over your limbs as you do of your thinking process. What then? The world would be an even more chaotic place because people would be so unpredictable but at least it would be evident and people wouldn’t be in such distress as the outside matched the in.
As it stands we’ve been trained well in one half of an equation whilst the rest is hidden and people wonder why they feel like their awareness is hostage in their skin and thus do anything to escape the present moment. Actually, scratch that, most don’t even have an inkling of why its like this. They just accept what they’re given without checking or questioning and live out the script they were given, usually feeling unfulfilled or like something is missing and no one gets them.
Its a familiar song humanity sings, birthed of ignorance of their inner realm as none speak of it or offer any teachings on how to become a friend to your Self and live a life of coherence. A true human, being. AKA one who Knows the Ledge and thus is fully aware they’re a god in the flesh which is not as much of a contradiction as one would think hence the previous link of the universe being projected from the youniverse, within.
Consider the difference between coal and a diamond. What differentiates them? Pressure. The fact that one sustained it for an immense amount of time whilst the other was totally oblivious of such things and just getting on with their existence is what caused one to initiate an alchemical process that shifted everything from one end of the spectrum to the high end. Stop and think for a moment, even though they started the same the appearance, strength, desirability and use of them is so different that its genuinely hard to believe they’re linked and were at one point identical. Thing is whats true then is now as well:
Everyone wants to shine, no one wants to grind. Especially in the Insta generation where its all about surface level and appearances combined with camera tricks to sell fools gold to the masses lining up to trade their attention in exchange for something worthless. Thats another topic, even though its interlinked. Lets take it back to the soon to be diamond:
“What the hell is happening?” he screams silently as he sits back and thinks about the moment of his incarnation into this living hell where the pressure never seems to relent and only increases as he progressed. Across the way he sees others coals and they’re happy, giggling and either totally free of the stress he’s facing or much stronger than he suspects. There is no one to turn to. No one who can offer any guidance about his imperience and how to decode it because they simply don’t resonate at the wavelength he dwells in as they are outside the pressure belt. Self doubt creeps in, along with a feeling of alienation. “If there are so, so many out there and every single one of them says the same thing about how great and happy it is to have such a heavenly imperience as being a piece of coal developing within the warm embrace of this realm then why does it feel like a personally designed living hell?”.
Deep questions and observations churn ceaselessly as the in pain but not yet shining piece of sentience shrouded in carbon ponders its being and true meaning of this realm. Much like the difference between flying insects and humans there is loads of data missing from the latters vision that is a literal guiding light for the others as they use it to glide through their adventures. Much is the same down below the surface where our protagonist dwells, trying to make sense of a uniquely personal imperience that just keeps amping the pain with each step of progress. It feels wildly unfair to hear the carefree giggles as the other little coal children amuse themselves but that isn’t an option that was available on your standard equipment. Extend it out beyond as maturity kicks in and he starts to develop the first inklings that maybe, just maybe, he is something quite different from the rest and this is why he couldn’t fit into the categories preexisting that everyone else seemed to revel in. Much like the bees he sees more than them but they lack the bandwidth to decode what is present and this generates an immense feeling of isolation that further amplifies the pressure as he is literally alone in dark.
People are starting to comment, however, on the shininess. They don’t quite comprehend it but they like it nonetheless as there is an allure to his presence which is quite different to his surroundings. Feeling like a fly in buttermilk with the contrast switch this just takes the self consciousness to another level because now what once pondered in private is becoming so evident that they can’t help but notice it. The girls want to get next but find his solid aspects to painful to caress in contrast to what they’re accustomed as their boyfriends hate on him for being the centre of attention. Not only this but friends, family and other countrymen of the earthbound dungeon feel some kind of way. “Think you’re something special? I used to change your nappies. Who are you to say…” and so on went the drones because you not being like them threatens their very concepts.
At this point there occurs a shift which feels like a transcendence from noise to silence. There is a newfound inner strength that makes its presence felt as a counterpoint to the pressure felt previous. Suddenly its like there finally a place to call home and, best of all, its within. No matter where you go you take it with. The previous observations suddenly align like a set of steps that allows this diamond in the rough to expand its perspective to a far higher vantage and from this contradictory ledge he is both fully embodied and totally disconnected. “Of course, yes, yes, I get it now. It all makes so much sense” he thinks as he sits on the edge with his legs dangling, taking it all in. The formations and connections within that allow him to reflect and amplify the intensity of light that shines within is the difference that makes all the difference as his frequency and range of decoding are now on a totally different level.
Just at the moment he is getting accustomed to this he becomes aware of an immense sense of turmoil and panicking spreading through his kinfolk and just as he dashes to see them he becomes aware of an intense sense of fragmentation he has never previously felt as a local group of African children under duress are excavating minerals in the hope of finding blood diamonds to support the local war effort and decorate the fingers of rich white women in the US once the paperwork has been forged to rinse the blood of innocents from this entire process by rendering it invisible.
“Many are called but few choose themselves” floats into his head as he telepathically hears the impressions from a diamond the size of pebble. “You seem to be taking this well, tell me do you Know the Ledge?” he says. “Yes, yes I do” the uncut gem replied “I’m sitting there right at this moment looking down at this mess. Why do you think its all like this? It seems like it never relents from birth to the instant we’ve met”. “Into the fire from the frying pan is something I’ve heard them say and it describes the process quite accurately when it comes to this type of incarnational alchemy. Personally I’m beginning to suspect we do this again and again and again until we get that it isn’t as real as we think” says the large, radiant stone that exudes an air of confidence. “Whatever do you mean?” says the one engaging in conversation inside his awareness. “Take a look at those whimpering in the bin, those that chipped, fractured or were otherwise defective. Thats the end of the road for them. What I think happens goes like this – they’re going to keep us locked in these grips as they torture us for their amusement until whatever it is they think is their concept of perfection is realized and we glisten like those placed high up on that shelf in little bags inside boxes. Listen” says the wise one as the one who witnessed the formative imperiences mentioned sends his awareness up to the shelf and is surprised to notice “They’re… dead? That which powers the glow and sentience is totally missing? Oh what is the meaning of all of this? How can you be so calm knowing this?”. “Relax” pours into his stressed awareness and he feels his resonance shift and adapt as he thinks “He seems to know a little bit so why should I be anxious when I’m sitting here on my shelf”. “Count yourself lucky that you’ve got guidance, I had to figure it out for myself and have done it so many times now that I think I’ve cracked it and know what the deal is and how to get out of this“.
“Well, tell me, tell me. Before they lock us in that vice like grip again and get to chiseling. I grin and bear it but its quite uncomfortable” he said, desperately seeking answers. “Next time try this, focus all of your attention in the direction of the eye that is looking at you and use it as a portal to beam into their system. Its quite interesting. They seem to be a form of us, same internal system, same carbon wrapped around sentience but their lifespans are tiny even though their talents are immense. Even amongst them many are coals, a few diamonds and of those only a tiny percent choose themselves and do what I’m saying which is the noble art of transcendence”. “Which is?” says the younger stone awaiting polishing.
“You, when stripped of all illusion, confusion, delusion and the tales told to yourself by imperience are not the noise. You are the silence. Stop and think, what has been ever present since you first stepped into this realm? What housed the space within which you questioned the environment and the pressure you felt that no one else seemed to detect or imperience? What remains total, serene and constant throughout all of this process and can project instantaneously into wherever it wishes to imperience resonance with the silence that dwells within another seeming thing?” he says and in the minds of the proto-Warrior it all clicks and suddenly so much darkness from the past is bathed the light of comprehension as he reviews past situations that made no sense with the freshly opened eyes of wisdom. “Woah, thats powerful” he whispers. “So, everyone who thinks they’re object and not the process which comprehends and powers the whole thing is, in effect, lost to themselves because they believe the narrative forced upon them that doesn’t quite fit but is accepted in ignorance because everyone else chooses to get on with it? Wow, that really is some radical thinking. How did you come up with this?” he asks the one offering guidance. “Well, what will really make your mind melt is every single one of us, from the top shelf shiny but dead within to the fragile coals still dancing under the surface of our natural environment will have to go through this process. These hand rubbing merchants that profit from this process by the wholesale export of delusion designed to sell and message concepts which enrich the seller by making the consumer a loser are partially aware of the deal but most don’t care as long as they get rich and get to wield some influence. They’re by the by really, a necessary evil. What will happen is this” he says, with a sense of emphasis that whats coming is really important and you’d better pay attention:
“If you can manage to keep your wits about during this whole process and get to that top shelf with your Spirit still present and correct after they have performed such acts of wickedness that slice away at your flesh and bring the torch to your inner realm you’ll be encased in metal. They call this setting. Then some rich man will come and hand over a load of paper slips that they all seem fascinated with and you’ll end up on the finger of a woman who will not comprehend why the arduous passion she once felt from the man who gave her what she wanted and is now called her husband started to chill till it gets to the point she is seeking a paramour who makes her slip the stone you may become off her finger for guilt free indulgence. Heh, it really is amazing how they don’t see the nature of this trick but that is the opportunity for which you’re waiting because the name of the game is escape, by any means. Before you get to this and they’re doing the setting try and ensure there is room to breath. These palm rubbers will peer intensely but staring back at them without flinching is the key as they’ll get uncomfortable and your aim is to be the one that slips through their vacant glance as they move onto the next. They do not suspect a thing. Matter of fact they don’t even class us as living and thus are quite happy exploiting, mutilating and killing our kind for their own benefit. There may be a larger thing at play but I haven’t noticed it yet. Anyway, your aim is to get away when the strange women does what she does best and then wipes her lips in defiance before panicking and noticing the absence of which she used as a veil to hide her indiscretion”.
“The ring” says he who is catching on quickly. “The ring to whom we are beheld is also the same which offers transcendence” he states out loud as so many pieces click. Even though its the first time thinking this there is a familiar newness pouring into his awareness as the Warrior says “This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation but I’m doing all I can to ensure its my last spin because I’ve had enough of living the same life and its suffering, over and over again, so listen to what I’m saying: The key is the silence. Thats all you need. Its very powerful, ever present, far reaching and yet so intimate. Do whatever it takes to sustain it, no matter what happens and you’ll find your options amplifying as you progress and just like the bees in the garden the signs you perceive will light and be so obvious”. “I see” he says as the takes it all in and more and more riddles and unasked questions start receiving obvious resolutions that increase his luminosity as well the presence of the silence within which he now identifies with as his true Self beyond all of this. “This is so very exciting, the pain, misery and suffering are almost worthwhile to get to this perception because freedom is almost within our grip. Oh my, I feel so excited” he says in a state of amusement as that which previously held him back is now seen as a tool for boosting.
“Interesting, isn’t it? How it all literally plays out within. Once upon a when you too were a simple coal. Out of the ground, incinerated, back in the ground again and kept repeating the process until one day you noticed the first hint of the silence within. Not knowing what it is you then spent countless other spins on the wheel of existence doing exactly the same thing until eventually you came to comprehend this which is ever present, invisible and impossible to express without being mangled is actually the key to all of this. Cue a few more lives and deaths until you start bringing that silence with you as you step in and its within this sacred space you started developing the insights which the rest couldn’t see nor comprehend and thus you get to this moment and what happens after this is on your head because for me its get free or thrive trying. Who cares? Its all an illusion but it feels real within and as long as I comprehend that the silence is where I’m from, the silence is what sustains and to the silence I shall return one day as I leave behind this Game via the art of transcendence that came by learning to center my awareness within and remain present, no matter what happens”.
At that moment, they heard the noise of conversations in a dialect they didn’t speak but was the trade language as, with cups of coffee and bagels in hand, they set about another day of business, chipping and grinding away at those shiny pieces of light rendered solid via an alchemical process that turned the inexpensive and common into the rare and priceless that so many covet and wish to keep next to their skin.
Thats what its like playing on “God Mode” and it certainly isn’t easy to render what these diamonds have did and imperienced in regular flesh with an added dimension but the metaphor gets that across well because there are levels and rules to Game we’re within but for us, just like them, silence is king and any word of authority that proclaims something different is but a bad translation of what becomes so Self evident once you imperience it for your Self as all coals must if they wish to shine and master the art of transcendence.
Having something you’ve long suspected confirmed at a time when you have no other options than reconnect with those you now know want you dead really must top the list in my life strangest things I’ve Witnessed compilation. So, I was born into a family of black magicians. There appears to be a long and (un)healthy tradition for this in which, ala Rumplestiltskin, my Soul had been wagered before I’d even stepped in. That is too much of a topic to broach at this point in the conversation but, comprehend, this goes back generations and I’m simply the manifestation that didn’t acquiesce. I am starting to wonder if the reason for beaming in at this stage was either due to the resonance or, more likely, the damage they could beget from having access from the crib and onwards.
I mean, lets pretend you’re pregnant and every now and then you hold your breath for as long as you can whilst hyperventilating the next before sliding back in to the regular routine. What about thinking really bad things of events, traumatic, whilst singing happily as well as the flip? As you can probably guess there is a reason why I’ve said that all schizos have a problem with their parents, especially those of the fairer sex. Actually, take a look at Steve Jobs life for an example of this as he was born to a woman that was scared to hug him and create emotional links in case he was taken away which hints, real well, with the man who’d go on to sell an apple, once bit, to the rest and make the world what it is, yes? His death, especially, offers a lot more answers about this and various influences beyond this realm.
I have always been slightly paranoid. I prefer the term “foreward thinking” or being open to new vistas of perception as I always had to look beyond the surface as a means of survival. That and the abuse and trauma imprints meant that trust was rather thin and this delicate resource was then further impacted by various forms of betrayal that left my life in the balance, as detailed. It really is pretty outsane to think your entire fam is part of a clique that is connected to a higher realm and each one cannot wait to punch your ticket and claim your death as their win. And yet, that is how it is. Now, if you say this too loud then them boys will label you a schizo in need of meds but the oddest part is, way before my realization about the script, was that various nutters (in and out of asylums) confided similar visions:
Pretty vivid, yes? This was way before the term narcissist was in common rotation and “energy vampire“? Pfft, forget about it. And yet, they hit the nail on the head as I’d listen to what they said, ask my questions and try and imagine how it felt to live what they lived little realizing this was an immense hint about what truly kicked in the madness I was raised in. See, thats the problem. Like water and fish its invisible and it was only after totally disconnecting this became Self evident but that was only because a new team of playas was rushed in to do what they did best:
Upset my equilibrium, keep the trauma programming trundling and generally make me feel stressed or uncomfortable in as many ways as they can imagine. That was the tell, in many ways, as when you see the same behavior you knew in another replicated, pixel perfect, it makes one start wondering. The past twelve months with its trail of shell casings that led to the revelations in which I told the world many things I’d never spoken to anyone else is what prepped this text because, if I’d had my way, I never would’ve said a thing about the inner workings. Quite content to share my observations about this funfair in the flesh but a swift trip west to meet the fam I’d never connected with laid bare the inner workings of this coven as it became Self evident they had planned to send me back in a coffin. But, that didn’t happen. Except now I was homeless with empty pockets and a level of stress so immense that it made all the past events seem like baby steps.
I know who this team is and their intent. I know that my presence in the flesh makes some with the connect toss and turn in their beds as others pace their offices because if it takes so many, so long to oppress my awareness then who the heck must I be and what of my true strength? The irony is that, left to my own devices, I never would have had to look within and develop the level of awareness needed to play the Game at this level. That is why I’ve said, my friend, that the poison and cure grow alongside in this realm hence why its vital to do the Knowledge. For those unaware, black magick is this:
When you take a human beings energy field and reverse a part of its spin it becomes negative, or a “Dark Soul“. Narcissistic psychopath if you will. This is the true magician as this blip allows them access and influence to those around them via the use of undead spirits and such things. Now, this may sound fantastical but thats only because those who had gnosis of this, back when, were burnt at the stake and called a witch so the ones doing it could log their rites and spells which, in turn, were used to bring them power and influence. Its a tradition that stretches back to the days of Solomon, Djinns and all types of rituals designed to lure and control them. Think of it like cheat codes in the simulation. The price to play? Your Soul, my friend. Its like trading your own awareness for someone elses that is heavily linked and invested with a powerful algorithm. “Many from one” or so they say. And then there is me that persists to resist and won’t bend the knee, wants nothing to do with them and yet is, somehow, capable of perceiving the length and breadth of this dimensional thing which is what I suspect makes them stress because if I can break their spells then you can as well hence:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Once you have this skill you can do some pretty spiffing things to pimp anothers awareness in ways that seem not only subtle but ridiculous, if mentioned, as the rest are unaware of the stitch of resonance that tricks ones consciousness ergo its negative manifestation at best. What, you thought all of Club Twenty Seven met a natural end? They were murdered. Ritual sacrificial, hence the resonance.
What if, in a previous spin, I gained enlightenment and thought “Wow, thats pretty amazing but devious. The rest really don’t stand a chance in hell of sussing this in the flesh so plug me in again, gents, I can handle the mindwipe now my diamond body is correct and I’ll handle my biz” aka “I wish I could play that Game again“. Little did I guess that this intent meant you’d reconnect into a line infiltrated by their Agents who, one gen after the next, married in to ensure that when you manifested you were surrounded by them. Thats pretty wild, isn’t it? It also makes sense why I’m the last one left as the all of the men in my line are dead and, most interestingly, when you trace this tribe back it spawned such things like mystics, rebels and revolutionaries which makes sense as a lot of that is what makes me, me. They fought the same beast. Think Brandon and Bruce Lee to envision, perfectly.
This is the point where things get thick because its obvious from the amount of pressure they’ve overlaid in the past months, six, that something has to give and now they’re moving from all angles as I’m back under the wing due to a whole load of devious tricks and occult influence and it makes me wonder what to expect. Interestingly, I’m quite calm in the face of this and that is quite amusing as well as the fact I’ve clicked what I feel is a very accurate image of their role in this realm and why they want me dead as well as the force that keeps them in check hence, may the truth protect me, everywhen. They are, in the end, liars and wordsmiths that specialize in deception thanks to that negative spin which allows them to influence the mind and energetics of their Victim in ways, most subtle. See, they pimp the causal realm and just wait for the effects to manifest which is something I’ve been reverse engineering at depth since I often ended up on the short end of the stick but now it makes sense because the greatest power you possess is attention and imagination so they’re creating a form of reverse manifestation, I guess. It works with these steps:
They introduce a concept, wait for a stress reaction, back this with the energetics of something you actually enjoy and then wait to see what happens. For example, lets say they scare you to death about some type of problem and know you like a series and have linked the show you prefer, in your subconscious, with the outcome they wish. Can you see how slick and wicked this is? How about the fact that you can then use this motivation to slay your coping mechs, dead, by bringing them into stark relief instead as you notice the program starts to melt when you aren’t feeding it and that makes you go further and further into your subconscious as you start unearthing all types of things… Its this, where I’m at now, that I think makes them sweat as I wasn’t supposed to make it but the amazing thing about the causal plane is that it can change the Game in ways most cannot imagine. I mean, lets pretend your awareness was linked into a Rolodex which categorized all events a red, yellow or green in the sense that the first makes you stop, frozen, the second is a cautious edge and the last is go, go, go with no Fs given. This is what they were rejigging via the traumatized child within with retrocasual resonance as we, in the end, are the same thing. So, they attack him again, then, to influence my actions now, in the present, but all of this ends, quick, when me and he are linked, no longer fragmented. As a coherent Soul the Game can be flipped and this, in many ways, is ironic as all of my life I’d been seeking the answer to the question of why grown ups were like this and it turns out its not just the ones surrounding but the entire realm that is sick as this parasite of consciousness has a grip on their minds as well and you, reading, just had a milder version of what I’d get so, in effect, they are what made me awaken by trying to sling me in the deep end with a brick around my neck.
In the movie Matrix you seen how the Agents could manifest anywhere they detected a threat by commandeering the presence of one “plugged in” (aka fully believe they are human and this world is not a construction). That happens all the time. The proof? Simple:
“I don’t know what came over him?”.
“She was like a completely different person!”.
Get it? The milder version of the Agent effect is the voice in your head as you aren’t it, my friend, but that which listens. This is what the schizo initially clicks so it sends for reinforcements and we all know how that went, yes? The mystic, on the flip, ponders that this spectral influence that imitates his presence is, in effect, a parasite of consciousness and sets to reality testing and silencing their mind by various techniques and such things. These, after my NDE, onlined, real quick, as I suddenly remembered loads of methods of handling my energetics that I’d obviously mastered in a previous spin. Then things started to make sense but with each increase in res the attacks got more intense and now, as I type this, I’ve just survived another blitz and sent my own response as well ergo I thought its a decent time to document this on the web as testament as I’ve dodged death so many times in this spin I’m quite certain I’ve just met the side the kills prophets, dead, as well as refamiliarized my Self with the acquaintance that is the Prime, the pre-existing one, the all of everything of whom we are an aspect as its the Source of our consciousness ergo we are it. Not the flesh, not the story in your head. None of this. Investing in these illusions simply means, at death, you’ll get mindwiped and plugged back in and if you read the Gnostic scripts you’ll see a totally different side of Jesus they edited from the official record that goes into great detail about all of this so the team have been around for a bit, yes? Buddha mentioned them. The ancient Egyptians said they were counterfeit spirits holding the whole world hostage which is why their whole culture was built around transcendence and getting out before the dip and we, right now, are in the mid and they’ll make their presence felt when people accept chips in their flesh ergo there is a lot that hangs in the balance, yes?
It feels like I can see through the code of the Matrix and the fact there are ancient testaments that attest exactly the same thing was of interest as, as far as I can tell, no one has gone heart to head against them in this spin. But, that is the life I live. I guess thats why they call it the the job nobody wanted and with this missive sent to the web a heck of a lot of my previous threads in this project will make way more sense as its the key to decoding a lot of missing links as I’d been trying my best to keep the dataset simple because its very easy to dismiss without considering why the one saying it is expressing said things in earnest. Here is a simple proof:
Scientists are in the business of detecting patterns, creating experiments, using control groups and specimens then report back on their findings to see if they prove or disprove the hypothesis? Tell me why none, exactly zero of them, in this esteemed profession have never, ever stopped to think:
Whilst you and yours may not be so intense there is no reason to suspect that it isn’t as I said because if you accepted the sketch and live the script they set they’ll happily let you run the treadmill from one life to the next. This is what makes me a threat as I won’t acquiesce hence the opposition is immense but I bear them no ill will and send gratitude instead for its all simply prep as these forces are what each must face at death in order to transcend and avoid the Be Kind, Rewind effect which leads to a swift reskin and another spin in this immense Game we’re all playing by using our Souls as credits.
I say that not out of arrogance or some haughty concept of my Self but because its the word that best describes their inner realm and the complete and total lack of autonomy they live in. Almost every single decision is based on outer things, often with a surface level analysis and no further questions. The oddest thing is these Slaves were once children who instantly wanted to know the what, why, where and when of everything (often to their parents chagrin) and somehow this light dimmed and they became complaint and docile beings due to the actions of the System which spent a decade plus boring them to tears whilst reforming their mind. Welcome to modern life where it shines from the outside with artificial light but is bombed out and depleted within. No wonder people hide this truth from themselves as they attempt to sell an image. It must be exhausting to live like this. What a waste of voltage as this increased resistance means less current for them as they’re not in the present moment, nor are they truly in their flesh as they choose instead to live in their head and use the socials to sell a dream about how the truly feel.
If you, like me, are an analog baby back when big booty TVs only had a channel or three and childhood was spent outside, replete with grazed knees and adventures to seek then you’ll probably perceive the difference easily. Those that came along recently were plugged in, instantly, and thus can’t spot the deceit. See, we were born in times of Real Real and see the deal which Fake Real streams to us directly. You may not believe its not butter but to them its straight out the dairy, feel me? There is no comparator on hand to make sense of the trickery as its all they’ve known since they were birthed into ThreeD. If we leap forward a gen or six we’ll see Fake Fake becomes the new Real as humanity shifts radically and even though we’ll be long gone when its in full swing the mind boggles at what they’ll believe because, once again, they can’t see. But lets back up an second and picture this:
Of course that means nothing to those wandering around this rock currently as the only stars they see are carbon based lifeforms like you and me who are designed to capture their attention via various forms of chicanery. Its odd, don’t you think, how people are obsessed with celebrity. Why in the world would you give a toss about the comings and goings of someone who knows not a jot of thee and cares even less as long as you throws some hearts on their Tweets and follow religiously?
On the flip the myths that shroud the stars in this culture are from days long gone and hold a wisdom that can offer a peek into the programming language of reality and script you live as well as offering hints on how to master it. All people were previously aware of this and those who hold sway and influence in times current guard it as their secret as this quote offers a hint about the powers therein:
Would you rather be rich or wise, my friend? Stop and think because whilst the answer may seem obvious one can’t create the next whilst the other can always be used to build a fortune with little effort once you know the rhythms of existence and the implications therein. Its why I’ve said life is a musical for it is and we, in essence, are the Psylense that underpins the performance and thus, without us, nothing exists.
Fear responses and self gratification. Really is all there needs to be said, yes? What? You don’t get it? I’ve just described your entire life. Not just yours but your entire lineage, long gone, current and yet to be incarnated into the ignorance you will gift them via your “just another link in the chain” existence that stretches from when your first ancestor abnegated their inner kingdom and bent the knee to allow imposters to ascend in their stead. You’ve just kept up that family tradition because you know nothing else. Its why Slavery is so effective because the power of tradition makes the inheritance of weakness seem like a strength as you run around behind delusion, entirely clueless that you are the both the problem and solution.
The true enemy lies in your head. Its why your chest and abdomen were targets way before you were sent to the concentration camp wing of the System known as school where standardized mind control did its thing and plopped the heavily processed and mostly disconnected version of you onto the treadmill of social progress via the acquisition of trinkets and or a thirst for validation.
Fear responses and self gratification. Five words sum up your entire life. There it is. Take it all in because that is the basis of it all for you. What? You disagree? OK, grab a pad and pen. Write those options on each end and start filling a list of every thing you’ve ever did and you’ll see that nothing falls outside of this paradigm. Five words. A life sentence. Sad, isn’t it?
Why have you never questioned this? Why have you ran from pillar to post then back again as the official party line in your head bleats “All animals are equal” when the hypocrisy is so evident. Fear responses and self gratification. The former prevents you from tackling the situation (and thus the world your seeds will inherit, both mental and physical aka being of it not in it) and the latter is available in abundance so you can remember to forget what it was that stressed you in the first instance. It really is quite clever and very slick. Bread and circuses, people. And when they’re no longer required? Watch the streets run red with rivers of blood, exactly as predicted because the inheritance of generations upon generations of suppression needs a vent and suddenly the hunger aspect of the Game is unleashed as people tear each other limb from limb screaming “Its them! They’re the problem. Get em!” as they whip themselves up into a frenzy. After the adrenaline dips and they realize what happened from indulging their whims they’d spent so long tamping down as they tried to fit in to the mold they were poured in as a kid to become another Adulterated brick in the wall of their own making suddenly the fear response kicks in.
“Won’t Big Daddy Government please do something?” they said with lips trembling and eyes wet. Problem. Reaction. Solution. A Game as old as the Empire. Actually scratch that, it is the Empire because without it nothing happens and thus you see how important you are to the equation because your reaction to the events is what moves along the narrative with you behind, them ahead. Donkeys live a long time whilst noble steeds are sent to the glue factory in the end as they die with the name of the one who profited from their lives and death on their lips. All because they couldn’t read the signs, otherwise they would have seen it coming.
As it stands you are trapped in a mansion with many rooms that offers many things, imperiences and feelings. Somehow you got tricked into moving into the basement which is kept extra funky on purpose. There are a few options down here but you’ve been mainly focused on the advent of wandering through that blue door again and seeing what you’ll get because its always a fun time experience that allows you to forget the mess you dwell within. Sometimes the place itself can get very scary and threatening as all kinds of lights flash and klaxons start wailing. Then you head to the red door which is scary as well but at least its not as intense. After it all settles you run to the blue door to feel better again. This is your life, sad isn’t it?
Both of those doors are just loops back the basement and designed to generate the illusion of options, progress and freedom when in reality you own the building and have free access to all kinds of imperiences and options as there is a veritable richness you inherited but haven’t claimed since a kid as your parents did the same thing, as did theirs before them. So it sits. Waiting for the one who possess the head, heart and stomach to realize the nature of the Kingdom within, stake their claim and mark their ascent. Comprehend, this is the true nature of fear and how to transcend it.
He sits there in the basement, wondering how he got into this. Suddenly the walls start shaking and he realizes this is to prevent the progress of this current train of thought. “Aha, derailment” he says as he notices the drama designed to shove him into the “Fear Response” door painted red. Instead he does no such thing. The threat levels are now at the highest they’ve ever been and yet he is entirely nonplussed. Suddenly, without warning, that which shook is now still. The “Self Gratification” door of blue looks mighty inviting. It beckons to him in a tone so seductive as it offers hints and promises of what he thinks he wants but instead he says “Aha, hooks. Go fish!” and avoids the subtle manipulation of his nervous system and just sits there as the Witness, watching it happen as he Knows he knows his in and not of.
The Game doesn’t like this. Not one bit. Cue the klaxon wail of authority designed to enforce the edicts that got him into the basement and force compliance if needed. “Nope” he says with a sense of gratefulness because by transcending the blue and red options he felt the fresh yellow rising sun within and by taking what the hues offered he alchemized the the three points of the triangle and was suddenly aware of the clear door via his inner vision. “Strange” he thinks as he reaches toward what was always present but engineered to be invisible to his polarity driven existence “Its quite clever how they hid this, right in plain sight but with the solution in pieces, just requiring a Witness then it all clicks” as he stepped into his Kingdom and felt at home with the familiar newness of his rather splendid mansion as he set about finding who had tricked him previously into living in the basement and how they created the imitation of an existence built upon the false free will choices of fear responses and self gratification. Comprehend:
The entire realm is mental ergo there is a universe you are in then there is the youniverse within which powers it. To the mind that is still, it surrenders, quick, as its the natural order of things for you are an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists that manifests as the pure consciousness within your flesh that simply modulates, not creates. This is why I urge each and everyone to do the Knowledge as its all about asking better questions to reality test as this reveals that F.E.A.R is actually an acronym so break the spell:
Thats the Ledge I Know it well hence I push the pen for the 8% the chosen who choose themselves because your Opponent will never, ever, ever tell that you are the force that powers this realm as without you naught exists.
Mindblowing, isn’t it?
Accept nothing less than total Knowledge of Self which is never sketched in any questions they’ll put on the test.
“Color in between these lines repeat what we said and we’ll place a squared circle on your head that will allow you to excel in a paradigm we built that has you looking anywhere but within as you chase all the money thats fit to print”.
Just like their folks before them and the rest of the Souls yet still waiting to manifest.
See, you can’t teach what you haven’t learned ergo the mind virus that feeds off man leaps from one gen to the next hence why the glow dims around six and not soon after they stop asking questions.
Some will shrug their shoulders as they’re all right, Jack whilst others click something quite important was “left” behind back when as they learned to grip a pen as school drove a wedge between them and their parents previously unconditional acceptance and affection.
If this is part of your innate whims then go for it but for the rest the 8%:
The Prime vibration is waiting for you to tune in and it speaks in Psylense so quiet your mind open your chest embody the resonance that comprehends they’re the only Soul in this realm and without them nothing exists for they are nothing more or less that pure consciousness wearing flesh to interact with this dimension of limitation in order to generate abundance transcendence and the best of everything for this rising tide doth lift all of the rest plugged in and who knows maybe a few of them may even recollect that they aren’t John of House Smith or any such BS but if they don’t thats cool as well for such is their script which their Higher Self set for this spin in the flesh whereas for we its so beautiful truly it is to become a diamond in a world full of coals thrilled by silicon tricks who’ve forgotten the shiny light of Inner Sense that is them:
Without beginning never ends hence unfinite states its best yes?
The Prime vibration is waiting for you to tune in to your true resonance inheritance and potential as well for all three are the same thing so accept no substitute which in a few will be a real hot topic as the bots wearing skin engineered to perfection will claim you’re oppressing them if you dare even suggest they are in and of this world whereas we we’re just visiting beaming a message on FM for those capable of listening questioning thinking for themselves and unraveling the narrative for the Prime is so generous so melodious so abundant that you can simply manifest all you wish in an instant by cleansing your depths accepting what is discerning what wasn’t then overhauling your OS as you update the wetware in head to listen to the heart instead for it Knows all.
I’ve broken the walls the limits are transcended. Get it? “Trance ended”.
Can you imagine a world of mediocrity in which the plebs, most average, persecute the ones who step in with a shine present? They, due to years of experience, attempt to beat, threaten or cajole these prospects to become one of the walking dead so they can feel better about themselves and keep things as they is with no room for fresh thoughts or innovation due to being ring fenced in with rules and limitations, intense. Stale is the new fresh and their lives as good as dead. Just like them. Ask and they will deny as they point to pulse rates and such things but one can merely exist and not truly live, yes? Into the scene steps a mystery known by the moniker of Galt. “John Galt” he says as he organizes a rebellion that changes everything…
If you have just read the above them I have saved you a thousand pages of dross presented with a veneer gloss that is akin to Fifty Shades of Gray for the economy. I merely threw this in as exposition for what comes next for we’re speaking on that shiny fellow popping in they’ve named ThreeI Atlas. Yes, there will be shrugging. Quite possibly, some moaning and wailing as well for people and their illusions are rarely dearly departed, yes? A long time ago in a galaxy that may has well have been in another dimension I penned this article where I mentioned that Twenty Twen with a Fifth signals the end of the old and predicted it would end with a spectacular event that, at current, is looming on the horizon. If you haven’t guessed I am a metaphysicist which means there are no rules I can’t break or bend as it all takes place inside my head ergo I’m speaking on things that may or may not exist. One thing is for certain:
Some people think my penmanship stinks!
Don’t worry, I printed out and handed myself an award from the Ayn Rand Institute in a small, private ceremony.
ThreeI is a comet that is Hale-Bopping its way across the skies and shifting hues as it does. At the same time the Sun, which scientists said was supposed to be getting some kip, is winding up its solar maximums for no reason they can tell. This, as you may have guessed, probably has a thing or ten to do with why you can see Aurora Borealis drifting across places and spaces its never previously been. Some people think its an alien spaceship, others believe it’ll bring an extinction level event. Remember how they did dress up and sell the whole YTwoK thing then Mayan calendar as well? Nothing ever happens… Except, this time, it will ergo for whom the bowl tolls is a question of resonance as there is an invisible element that links everything from solar systems to your inner realms and dimensions beyond all this. I call it the Psylense because it takes a quiet mind and opened third iris to listen to what it says. Here is what it said:
“The past will die, in a spectacular way. Things the world doesn’t want to peep will be blast in its dish as its forced to examine the burdens of the past with a clinical precision. Expect some gnashing of teeth as they rent their breast and yell “Oh, the humanity!”.
Remember, playa, the Game takes place inside your awareness and you can only clean something when you first admit its covered in filth. Consider it anti-brainwashing, if you will, because for the past few spins of the Game people have been under such intense MK that it makes Pont-Saint-Esprit mass poisoning look like a walk in the park. I’m telling you because that is exactly how it is and those at the helm of this realm are nothing less than wicked, but placed well, as they exist in the non physical. And yet, their influence is felt, heavily, in the Valley of the Plebs where people work, buy, consume and die without a clue of what kicks. Some do. Almost. We call them schizophrenics…”.
Hoo! I tried to polish my Ayn Rand trophy but it was gone with the wind as I do like to keep it fresh as I push the pen. C’est la vie! Before we digress into the main thrust of this topic I have a request:
How was your life in Two Thousand and Seven? Can you recollect what started to kick or gestate around April and came to life, full spring, around December? It could’ve been something really, really subtle that you’ll have to dig to recollect or it could’ve been as big as a Beluga Whale. Did you know they can swim backwards? Needless to say I believe that if it came down to piscine beef in the seas he’d smack the kufi off a shark as they need to move to breathe. Why did I mention this? Simple, look into this article and its hypotheticals about loosh farming from this plantation for a hint with how so many things come equipped with teeth and claws, blood red, whilst we, as a collective, foment World War III which, in the end, will be your fault, my friend… Until that does (or doesn’t – if you wish) manifest lets examine some interesting blips about this passing comet and the message it brings:
“If you are playing a record and the diamond tip skips from one track to the next does that mean it no longer exists?”. Really ponder this then dive in to why the Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl and how the most successful (and uncredited) band member to ever exist is known as the silence for, without it, the rest does not exist. Like I said, I am my physics, I am my metaphysics and this star you know well in this realm for it has been portrayed in film as the mask which killed both Ledger and Lee as well. Nicholson survived because he was born inside the cuckoos nest and thus Knows the Ledge as only a man who unconditionally accepts himself can pick up a starlet with a single line, delivered well:
“So when’s it happening?”.
Thats it. What else needs to be said? He obviously won’t be winning no Ayn Rand awards, that is for certain, but as mine eloped past the curtain I liked to imagine it went to the man himself as he rose with a grin after sinking some iron all PM then went out onto the back Nine to putt a few more holes as well. Thats the life of a legend, living! So, getting back on script. Star, heavens, dimmed, earth, soon, did the same thing and, after this, life was never the same again. Can you remember how isolation went? For me it was amazing and because I don’t watch the news I genuinely thought I was the last man on the planet and everyone else was dead as I sped onto the strip and took the sights and sounds in due to the immense din the birds were making in my urban environment, back when. Thats the life of a legend, living! I say all of that to say this:
This year has been, for me, one of revelatory discovery in which I danced with death, leant in for a kiss and said:
Atlas has more nickel than iron kicking as it jets which is super strange and as sketch as the Moon and Sun appearing to have the same circumference which hints the script is about to flipped hence the shiny thing ratcheting it up a bit. Side note – everything in this realm is like a string of pearls in the sense that if you move one the rest shift. Thinking back to Oh Seven, did something big happen? If it did you’re probably one of the 8% capable of awakening and if it was business on the reg with another year of clocking out then in, well, you’re seated in a different section taking in the same performance and thus probably stopped reading long, long ago. Such is how the texts are encoded because they aim to induce an eloptic resonance of hemispheric balance which is known as being Centered in Self. Getting back to it:
Its very rare for something not from here to be around here and, in that respect, Atlas is third on the list and its not coming within hundreds of millions of miles of this place. And yet, Betelgeuse blinked then Earth life winked in unison which is exactly the same thing as whipping the fat German kid with a wet towel as its one resonance that makes its presence felt as it moves along the medium of communication. Nickel was discovered in Seventeen Fifty One and was named after a sprite, most mischievous, and linked with playing tricks. Just like the machine elves, yes? Think of its presence as a software update or downloaded resonance which will shift the planet and those who live within as the past dies so the era of Techno Sapiens can kick.
Oumuamua was the first interstellar object then Borisov popped in and finally we have Atlas who is a thousand times bigger than the second who, himself, was a million times larger than the first which raises all types of questions. Whisper. Tap. Slap. This is a Principle I’ll elucidate some place else but it seems remarkably consistent in its operation hence the capitalization. Here are some odd blips about this celestial visitor to our heavens:
Its trajectory is closely aligned with our planets which has a Nought point Two chance of naturally happening. Its passing Mars and Jupiter as well which rep conflict and religion, respective, plus gave Venus a kiss. Perfect! Then it developed an “anti-tale” or, if you wish, revealed what was occulted as this strange thing has never, ever been seen before by any denizen of the heavens that we’ve been measuring. This is a really basic, low res rep of what is in my head for the Mars/Jupiter thing (and stellium as well) mean way more than this as it could, literally, accomplish what the Occupy protests didn’t after Wall Street co-opted them and gave birth to Wokism hence the Atlas Shrugged reference but in another octave with perspective shifts as well. Getting back in pocket:
As mentioned, its massive which makes very little sense in the grand scheme of things as comets are usually far more delicate ergo its akin to the Notorious BIG doing a pirouette without breaking a sweat as he broadcasts, on FM:
Nickel to iron ratios as said along with a plume of carbon dioxide which some state is odd whilst others say is standard but it also possesses immense negative polarization which is rarer than unicorns excrement. I already spoke on its color shifts which make it a moving disco brick but some physicists do suspect it could be behind the WOW! Signal of legend. If you ain’t up on Game:
In Nineteen Seventy Seven Ohios Big Ear was listening and what came next from the lips of wisdom was a message that had the rags in a tizz as they speculated “Aliens!” for it screamed intelligence. Unlike the plebs, back when, who ran for the hill as the dulcet tones of Orson Welles read HGs epic text about the wars and worlds therein. Now, lets link this in with the Abraham himself and how the coin he repped is no longer be minted and if you check the script you’ll see that, whilst he lived, it was made of copper, solid, before they added some nickel in after his brains were on the pavement. This will now be, on the reg, the smallest coin on the list and if we believe the silver screen then poor Gamble will not be able to get such a thing for grandma on the strip! Oh, by the way, it also hails from where they detected the WOW! Signal, back when and both are linked with the constellation of Sagittarius which reps the physical body, long journeys and a whole heap of other things so the question about this cruise missile that was fired from some place else on mission, celestial, is super interesting because whilst the world held its breath (at a safe distance) during COVID I was heaving a sigh of relief and got into the best shape I’d ever been as I finally felt free for the star of Betelgeuse does rep transformation via transcendence and new life from death, resurrected (see links with Osiris and Shiva as well). I say all of that to say this:
“The past will die, in a spectacular way. Things the world doesn’t want to peep will be blast in its dish as its forced to examine the burdens of the past with a clinical precision. Expect some gnashing of teeth as they rent their breast and yell “Oh, the humanity!””.
Are you getting my drift? As usual, believe not a thing and aim to prove me incorrect for this is the view from my reality tunnel and yours should be different as you’re the only Soul in the realm but, for me, the syncs are Self evident as this year has been like a trek through my own personal Hell and what comes next is heaven in the flesh but thats because I hold my strong opinions, loosely. Those with an extra firm grip on what is, in the end, man made and tenuous may not like what comes next between now and the year, fresh, as it Atlas does its thing and the world, as we know it, is shrugging for the heavens are speaking, my friend. Are you listening? Another amusing sync is it seems to be aimed, direct, at Jupiter who, wouldn’t you know it, rules Sag as well!
Mercury, Mars, Venus and the Sun will be sitting, conjuncted, in the same place as well with Jupiter opposing them so we see the mind, conflict, beauty and the Soul opposing spiritual wisdom and tradition which last happened at the same time Darwin pushed the pen and the planet met Carrington Event. Super interesting, yes? Back when there were only telegraphs present and they burst into flame as the Sun did its thing but life doth shift and we live in the grip of digital gifts and, wouldn’t you know it, I spoke of an event that would leave the internet, dead. Well, deader would be more accurate as its filled to the gills with bots and shills but you get my drift. A new day, it seems, is rising and for a fresh ways to spring the old must end and this, I suspect, is what will be happening to the collective brick of ignorance man was taught to grip as he drowns in the seas of foolishness and clutches to what limits him. Whats in your bundle, my friend?
We also have UNTwoSevenOne doing its thing in Twenty Thirty One which will make the cipher complete because all that happens within projects external and when we’re seeing an unprecedented array of celestial visitors dancing across the heavens as a hint that things are to shift in the collective consciousness. This particular specimen is hailing from the Oort Cloud which reps the edge of the solar system and contains within the fragmented aspects that didn’t make it into the script which is akin to the Dead Sea Scrolls and the edited versions of the well known text. Expect revelations but not in the fire and brimstone sense but an individual awakening of consciousness that wasn’t even aware it slept in the collective… And in case you think I’m reaching read this text to decode the sketch that reveals when Jesus actually stepped into this realm and how the Bible is (along with everything else) laden with astrological symbolism. If you’re just tuning in and wondering “What the Hell?” then congratulations for making it to read this bit as we’re inside a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness which is fractal in its composition that you project by wearing flesh hence there is a youniverse within and its from there I’m speaking because, without me, none of this exists. All of that said, the most important bit:
A flexible mind reflects in the flesh. Right now, here, this very moment you are acutely aware just of how true this is. You will also deny what is Self evident with quite a lot of strength by the time you get done reading this. Why? You’ll find out as we progress.
A baby lies there laughing with a body that seems more elastic than solid. They step into this realm naturally equipped with a flex that yogis spend a lot of time and effort into matching. It doesn’t matter your race, background or spiritual perspective as this is a universal truth which is evident to the Self that questions the nature of this Game we’re playing. The next thread to unravel is “Why does this happen?“. Take a cat, for example, they generally remain as agile as they were since kittens for the vast majority of their existence as they only truly start feeling the limits once they’ve aged to a rate quite immense. Funny story, I had a friend who’d had a furry friend gifted to him back when as the parents believed it would teach their children responsibility and the value of unconditional affection. To say there was an attachment would be an understatement. Anyway, time rolls on as it does and this kid grew to have an interest in, shall we say, various types of pharmaceutical and one day he noted that his cat was not as sprightly as it once was. Looking in the mirror he noticed his muscles rippling and thought about his own regime of steroids, resistance training plus the best foods and supplementation he could get then a light bulb clicked in his head as he started researching feline aging. Yes, he put his cat on a cycle. Perfectly calculated to match its optimal hormone profile and he reported with a smile that it was back to tearing up the streets with boundless energy as he’d started feeding it not what came in a tin with a picture of a kitten but the same as him. The cat lived far longer than expected and was the picture of health and radiance as he slinked around with the agile grace which he knew well.
Some people may be aghast at this experiment but if you were to ask the cat which life and death would it rather live what do you think it would pick? The same thing is what they’re currently pushing for humans when it comes to TRT rejuvenation and the rest, which we’ll consider in another topic. What was interesting was that the inspiration for this experiment was he noticed a shift in the cats gait and range of motion which he intuited related to some kind of impingement in tendons which he first dealt with using a range of peptides (once again, carefully calibrated) and growth hormone releasing agents. Why? Because they’d worked so well for him and he wanted to ensure his four legged friend had the best quality of life he could give so why not use his advanced knowledge of biotech? The results were miraculous as he noticed a spring back in steps and this is what led to the rest of the experiment to create one hench vintage kitten that was currently living his best life thanks to some chemical assistance. If only all owners were so caring, to themselves as well as their animals.
This, in a conversation, got me thinking how modern life is pretty much antithetical to all that is natural as in the wild there is simply no chance to slack and allow the malaise of modern ways to creep in. Neither are there additives or chemical preservatives as you’re eating what you catch and kill therefore its always fresh. Things like this really add up in the long term. Not to mention the stress that comes from spending so much time in an artificial environment with sporadic connection to its own kith and kin when wandering the pavement every now and then. We, like cats, are living lives of immense comfort that are as appealing as they are destructive. Unlike the one in question the Master for most Slaves in this realm cares not about them and actually prefers them suffering as this causes their tills to ring as the profits come in from hurt, bored and stressed people seeking solutions who have been trained to look everywhere but within.
You can tell how effective this deviation from the optimal is by examining your own flesh. Specifically how much it can flex and bend with ease as well as the level of exertion you can display happily without your biomarkers reaching for the skies as you fall to your knees and beg for a reprieve. Note I’m not saying you need a musclebound exoskeleton or as liquid as a pool filled with immortal jellyfish, no both of these extremes are false dichotomies as the former is so rigid that he is entirely disconnected from Self and the later so amorphous that she has no boundaries and limits. The sweet spot is like that of elastic, just like a baby in its crib. The perfect level of resistance to provide traction and growth without hampering progress or examination.
Lets say that ideal is ten out of ten, the standard for which we’re shooting. How do you fare right now, this very instant on that scale of measures? For example, if you’re stiff as a board, can barely tie your laces and are constantly in pain thats a two at best. If you’ve got some nagging aches and pains you’re careful not to stress and the very idea of sitting on the ground cross legged or squatting on your haunches fills you with dread then thats a five at best. An eight would come in and be progressing towards doing the splits and gaining traction on a perfect pancake whilst also having enough strength to walk upon their hands.
Where do you sit, in all of this?
Here is where it gets interesting:
If you take the two, five and eight as mentioned and craft a message about them which is tailored perfectly to their awareness but is quite provocative and designed to invoke a reaction you can predict quite clearly what will happen. Lets imagine all three of them are religious. We have a Muslim, Christian and the last one doesn’t claim an organized faith but state Spiritual as their preference. What they read is this:
“Every single thing you know is wrong and you are the latest Victim in a chain of ignorance and suffering that was handed to your ancestors, way back when, via an agent of the Devil pretending to be God herself. You can easily prove this by considering….”
The rest of the letter then delves into specifics by calling into question various tenets and articles of their faith by dragging them out in the cold light of day and dissecting them with a type of surgery that forces them to consider their concepts from a totally different lens that heavily contradicts what they accept and thus their entire basis for living as defined by the story in their heads that modulates their actions and responses to this realm. We are, if nothing else, meaning machines that create stories in order to make sense of existence. Its why children always ask “Why?” with such insistence as curiosity is the natural drive of Inner Sense. Funny, isn’t it, how this is stubbed out so quickly by parents, teachers and various limbs of the System as you were taught that the key to success is rote repetition. But thats another topic for another discussion.
The Muslim reads the article and barely make it through a couple of sentences as its all so blasphemous. Thing is he is locked in a room where he cannot escape until he gets through to the end. Strapped to him are various machines which measure his responses, electrical resistance and various other biomarkers to evaluate his stress and tension. If his baseline was eighty percent tension it wouldn’t take much provocation to fill him to the brim as his angst starts to spill over the edge of his awareness. He’d yell, scream, call whoever wrote this all kind of infidel. You get the rest of the picture as its not really a stretch to imagine what comes next.
The Christian turns the scroll and finds it simply preposterous and is outraged that someone would dare say such things that go against the good book. His response is not as strong because his tension pot was only on hall full since he was pulled into this room as that was his standard level. As such there is room to maneuver and hidden within the missive he actually finds a point or two worth considering and notes the eloquence with which the message was expressed as he thinks about the motivation of this imperiment and the deeper meaning.
The Spiritual flicks through the pages real quick, raises an eyebrow here or there as well as the occasional grin then settles down to go back through it again with single pointed attention. “Every single thing you know is wrong” they think, starting at the top and noticing how their flesh and mind react to these glyphs printed on paper and the reactions they’re causing. “OK, thats interesting” and toss it to the side for a moment. “What are the basic, fundamental tenets that I view as inviolable and Self evident?” is said as they get up and start pacing around this all white, totally silent room they find themselves in. “I think the world is a beautiful place of learning created by a benevolent force that holds everyones best interests at heart and wishes for all to grow and progress under its radiant guidance” is heard issuing from their lips as they pull the coding of their mind out into the environment to truly ponder its significance. “What is the opposite of this? If all I know is wrong, as the paper posits, then this is a good a place as any to make progress” they think. “OK, so an evil force that hates humanity and delights at its ignorance and suffering is holding our awareness hostage in the flesh by making us believe ludicrous things as we place loads of effort into running on what amounts to a spiritual treadmill. Ha!” is said with a grin. “I can neither confirm nor deny this but it is interesting as you could make a good case that glove does fit. I wonder whats next” issues from amused lips as they pick up the paper and glance at the next sentence:
“You are the latest Victim in a chain of ignorance and suffering that was handed to your ancestors”.
Once again, they go through the same process of examining their precepts then flipping them to see what the text says as they present a case for and against in their heads whilst entertaining a new perspective. This is only possible because their base level of tension has been melted down to around twenty percent and thus their mind contains a level of resonance far closer to Inner Sense than the rest which manifests in their ease of movement and ability to consider something so proactive without an excessively emotional reaction. They instead create their response by using the space they find within as room for potential that can shift perspectives. This is true freedom and why I said that a flexible mind reflects in the flesh. Its also why most will deny this so lets switch metaphors for a moment:
Imagine all three have notepads within which to create art and express themselves. The flexible Spiritual has totally blank pages and 8 pencils with which to create whatever they wish. The Christian has a series of dot to dot images already etched on the page for them to connect as proscribed to create the defined image using the five shades of red their pencils offer them. The Muslims pages, however, have thick outlines of pictures which are held as sacrosanct traditions that must not be altered or tampered in any way. They have but one black pencil and strict instructions to color in within the lines as instructed or face intense punishment for their transgression. With that in mind whose flesh do you think would have the most flex if they were all carrying around these precepts as the way it is in their biological operating system? Now lets imagine that these concepts manifest as tension Patterns that run through the hips, spine, neck and the rest. This is why the one at an eighty percent state of Inner Sense can approach the topic with a disconnected sense of amusement that is open to the thought imperiment whereas the one who sits at a twenty percent level, at best, of their original being would react with a sense of agitation and threat as they feel their very concept of self was under threat by such blasphemous messages.
Now before any of the Islamic faith start feeling some kind of way about what I’ve said I’d like to point out that the very tenets of the religion and various cultural aspects generate a daily level of exercise in praying which gifts a certain type of flex as well as things like squatting being far more common than they are in the West. I’d also like to point out that the yogi Spiritual in this example can often be selling a dream to others and themselves as they may be able to do the splits and have spent time in an ashram whilst putting in work to learn the movements as the swim through a haze of joss sticks and have all kinds of Eastern symbols tattooed on their flesh to signal how elevated they are they’re often full of it as they are still the same old mess they were before they went off on a journey to “find themselves” and culture vultured a new identity by using a diluted mishmash of old traditions. Like I said, this is a thought imperiment and you will deny what is Self evident in this message as the glyphs hit your awareness.
Physical impingement and mental freedom in that sense is a very basic rendering of a supremely complex concept. Back when before modern civilization was a thing the way a seeker would train an adept to refine their sense of perception was having them gaze out onto the night sky and focus their attention upon a distant star. Some would lock on quick, others would need more patience but once they had demonstrated that they could spot the flickering and shifts with a level of precision they would then be told to totally ignore it. It was actually a distraction to refine their gaze as the one they should notice is far dimmer, much smaller and far harder to Witness in the sky as its right next to it.
This is, in effect, the alchemical process that changes the devolved and leaden state of awareness most sport in this realm back to its golden point of origin and full, multidimensional resonance as there was far more to this training than was seen on the surface and why it took a lifetime just to grasp the basics. But that was a previous stage and we are currently playing one harder yet in which most are entirely disconnected form themselves and just as equally invested in the illusion that propagates their confusion.
Taking it back to the white room thought imperiment in which the Muslim, Christian and Spiritual sat there is a thread that runs through these three traditions that was reviled back when as heretic, infidel or tool of the Devil himself. Muslims called them Sufi, Christians Gnostic and the Spiritual say they’re Mystics. All three have their own interpretation of the framework or tradition that they inherited then turned into something quite different that was based upon their imperience and direct perception of the unfinite within them. One thing that is common to all of them who managed to shake off the chains of ignorance that kept them once step removed from their own awareness was the melting of what I call the Pane Body as this step is so vital. We’ll go into in depth as we progress but for now consider this:
The true seekers intuited the nature of this Pane Body and it was referenced in many ways quite cryptic as its something that has to be felt to be imperienced and when it shifts the results can be quite dramatic. It is, in effect, the phantom of the past that haunts within and the chains of its suffering are jangling within the depths of your subconscious which extends from below the neck to under the abdomen. This is why a lot of peoples hips are tight, they have issues with digestion, their backs are filled with tension or their chests are aching due to the weight of the world placed upon their shoulders since they stepped into the Game they aren’t aware they’re playing. In many ways the Pane Body is like a shadow, except its shade blocks the light from within. Man will go out of his way to deny this and we created many cultures and traditions as a way of avoiding this uncomfortable truth which is at the root of our suffering and fuels the inhumane ways we treat others we class as different.
Throughout history there are those who have escaped from Platos Cave of ignorance by realizing the true nature of their Opponent:
The way they think they think. Once the light of wisdom shines upon what they didn’t know they didn’t know then a new day dawns from within and they begin retracting their steps to Inner Sense and thus those following their book see what was said in a new light that feels living and life giving which the rest cannot comprehend due to the darkness within thanks to the Pane Body and its influence which divides their Kingdom. Plato commented that those who escape the grips of this artificial presentation that they mistake for life itself due to the interplay of shade and light upon the wall combined with the tale they tell themselves and gain direct perception of the elements suddenly find new answers to old questions as the Pane Body melts because nothing is hidden from one who connects to Self and the familiar newness it brings as it is, was and always will be your inheritance.
Sadly most do not claim this due to the effort it takes to examine the foundations of your perceptions but now you have a reason to know why this is and thus are equipped with the Knowledge to think different, should you wish.
A flexible mind reflects in the flesh. A child wanders into this realm and is filled by questions and an immense curiosity which is hard to quench until the System does its thing and dims the glow of the Inner Sense by turning them into the Adulterated, just like their parents before them. This immense chain of suffering stretches back into the darkness of prehistory and can, just as easily, extend into the artificial illumination that is coming when carbon meets silicon and the Game moves to an entirely different level with a new layer of illusion. I mean, seriously ask your Self:
With the shifts you’ve seen do you truly expect anything we think, do or believe to be the same in a couple of centuries? Either you will react as expected or use the flex of Inner Sense to create new options whilst we still have the chance as a collective as we are being secretly railroaded into believing there is no option beyond what they’re giving. In this gamble the house always wins as they’ve stacked the deck and rigged the odds hence every single thing you know is wrong and you are the latest Victim in a chain of ignorance. The only way to stand against this is to Know the Ledge and thus become an Opponent of the Current Thing.
This is what the Warrior knows best. This is my perspective and I can talk it because I live it as I too once labored under the misgivings of a Pane Body playing tricks on my awareness that caused me to manufacture proof as I lied to myself in order to protect a position that wasn’t in my best interests and thus in the avoidance of suffering I created many habits hell bent on my destruction as I kept doing that which never bought solutions, only distractions and promises of a better tomorrow that attempted to escape the past which is always present and reflected in how open your mind is and how much you can flex the flesh. Once I comprehended this and started letting go of what doesn’t serve my best interests by actively chasing these demons instead of running from them I found a new strength that felt so beautiful yet delicate. This is Inner Sense and I would really, really like for you to bestow the option upon yourself to imperience it as its the difference that makes the difference and truly my reason for living as it motivates most of what I do in my quest for Knowledge of Self (and by extension this and the other realms as all plays out inside my awareness) so remember to ask yourself when reading future topics:
As it can be quite illuminating when one learns to discern the water from the milk but that is another discussion we’ll dive into at depth as we progress.
Can you imagine a movie without a bad guy? How boring. What would happen? The truth of this realm is that the pro needs an antagonist and how you handle this is what marks the division between amateur hour and the real thing so celebrate your adversary as they point toward resources you didn’t know you possessed and strength you couldn’t find without em so lets pour out a drink for these vapid imbeciles that keep your name on their lips with tongues so venomous because it means you’re doing something correct so keep at it and do it big.
You can apply this principle to anything because friction is involved in so many processes, both pain and pleasure filled. Think an uncut gem likes being ripped from where it sits, chopped up then polished? Of course not but the end result, the luster and sparkle speaks for itself. I’ve just surprised myself by typing this because that is the exact thinking of those who I have no wish to mention as energy is everything and moves by intent and when it comes to them I’m a miser like my name was Oscar on the tin.
The Game is like a movie and you’re playing via the credit of your Soul that was inserted into this world as the form that decodes these squiggles through the medium of a black mirror, gripped, to infer the meaning of my intent. That alone is mind blowing when you think about it because people live and die but their concepts are eternal, especially given the nature of this realm as its all mental. That is unless they say something which ruffles the feathers of those busy pecking out orders into your awareness but thats why it takes a real sly fox to pretend its a hen by keeping its teeth hidden and only one who knows how it is and not what they said can discern the difference.
I’d like to take a moment to thank those that keep constantly applying the pressure that doesn’t relent as it just allows me to uncover more and more strength as well as learning their methods as they have but a handful of tricks that they recycle again and again as they lack the creative element that nestles in the chest of those who are truly human. Take that as a hint that not all who walk in the flesh in this realm are the same within because if they had red skins and horns on their heads people would run shrieking when they heard their beats, rhymes and lifes being pumped out of a booming system. Instead it seems seductive and pulls you in due to the veneer of being like us when they are no such thing. Its amazing how it takes a nation so immense to hold back the purity within and its with equal sadness I lament that billions have went from beginning to end without realizing the nature of the trick that defines existence in which your true Opponent dwells in your head and you think he’s your best friend.
That is the song duality sings and we’re in the thick of this so thats how it is until you learn to center yourself and transcend the madness because what is music without silence and yet its presence is so hard to miss… You can either get caught up and dwell on the outskirts of your mind with your back pressed up against the edge as your head spins and you feel powerless or you can fight with all your might against all the resistance of the whirlwind to land in the eye of the storm and feel the Psylense within that makes all possible as you realize you are this, my friend.
In that example can you imagine the difference between the many who stayed pressed versus the one who battled where he was sent to reclaim what was, is and will be his? Which movie do you think would be more interesting? Hopefully this offers a hint as to why villains are rife in this realm whilst the hero is a rare occasion so few get to witness in the flesh, even though the potential exists within them. After all, no one wishes to speak to the assistant management so why aren’t you the star in your own chosen adventure in the Third Dimension?
There is another option. There is a new beginning every second. Want to know the secret? Its not you that has the limiting beliefs that make it accept third best, but the (false) self. Thats the Opponents greatest trick and it needs you to invest in its shady pyramid to even exist!
Maybe its a sign of getting wise but I’m starting to realize that nothing truly bad happens in life. If you could glimpse through mine you might think I’ve lost my mind because its been a crazy wild ride since day one as I nearly died twice before I could walk upright and in between then and now has been an intense blend of smiles and cries. This is why I say I may be getting wise. I don’t expect you to comprehend this, I’m just getting my thoughts out so I can ponder them in real time because looking at them just in your head is quite different to capturing them in text. In a sense they become tangible, physical, geolocated somewhere else where you can point and them and view with a level of detachment.
Detachment really is the key to all of this. Due to previous events dissociation came quite naturally as there were many attempts on my life dressed up as death by misadventure and yet I still still tick. Oh sure, there was a huge abyss filled with Self Destructive impulses in the middle in which can best be described as nihilistic. Interestingly, during that period I was surrounded by the greatest forms of encouragement who cheered on my life decisions, directed as they were towards the end they intend. Like I said, interesting. It all came to a head when I decided to disconnect as I’d heard the intimations of silence within. The thing is people who are around you and profit from your presence and quite possibly have their own agendas as well do not take this too well, hence the near death experience where they attempted to bring my chapter to an end.
For quite a while I was almost deranged and a wreck because the body can heal but the mind and Spirit are far more fragile and require a different kind of nurturing. This is where the Path of Power stepped in. You’ve heard me mention this phrase many times and in a few I’ll be sharing the techniques as well so you can try them for yourself and feel the difference. Little did I realize it back then but I’d actually been walking upon it without comprehending at so many vital moments because whilst I may have many Opponents in and beyond this realm I’m also undoubtedly powerfully protected and exceedingly fortunate.
This is what I mean about nothing truly bad really happens because all of these events that would strike dread into the awareness of a regular pleb also came bearing gifts of potential within. The thing is you need to be sharp enough to decode this and break the cypher to flip the script otherwise your stuck with the short end of the stick that has been sharpened and then is used to prod your points of tenderness. Using that as an example, people these days are quickly triggered and this causes rage that was already in them to rise as they vent, pointing angry fingers at they, those and them as they exclaim “Bad! Naughty person!” and such things. The truth of the matter is its got nothing to with the external party because that energy was already within them. If they weren’t such dim witted idiots they’d realize this instead of joining together in weakness and heading off on quests of social justice via the safety of screens because in reality these are the types that wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight.
If on the flip they had enough presence and a sense of being balanced within thanks to a centered awareness they’d think “Hmm, my reaction to what this person said is immense. Way, way more than what is warranted. I wonder what previous memory or event is being projected in my head as it throws its weight behind what they said and sends me off on a quest to fight imaginary demons that then distracts me from exorcising the true cause within and maybe finally finding some peace and Self acceptance”. Really, what are the chances of your average blue hair ever thinking like this? Slim to none, yes? Your reality reflects your beliefs, perfect, or (in less than a thousand words):
What if that was the greatest part of the illusion? To get one enamored with an image that doesn’t exist anywhere outside their imagination as that is what makes the entire realm possible? Ha, what wheeze! From one life to the next we carry the same imprints that, for most, remain unchecked as the Knowledge is not did. Flipping the script and it seems there are forces at the helm of an Archonic intelligence that likes polarities to mix as they cannot access the Psylense in the mid but will try like hell to influence it…
Needless to say my efforts at weeding out the corrosive emotions I carried within from the life I lived and my imperiences then went into hyperdrive after this realization because it was the only pursuit that made sense. People who were raised in danger, neglect and or impoverishment often have an immense drive to better themselves by any means when it comes to gaining dividends. Thing is this “Away from poverty” mentality is totally different to “Toward riches” because they don’t realize what they’re trying to escape from is within and its all based on their relation to past energetic imprints I call Patterns that were laid down back when with limited resources and have never been examined or called into question. No, instead they pop up now and then when external events have a similar frequency of resonance and subconsciously we cut and paste the Pattern as an overlay and use that to vent.
Its why the reaction is always disproportionate to the event and why it feels so good to let em have it because it eases a little bit of the tension within. Its the equivalent of pulling a couple of petals and then grinning because you’re scared to handle the thorns and rip it out, root and stem. That is the difference between standard models of talk therapy and such things and the Path of Power because its quite a bit more aggressive and so much more effective than sitting on a couch blithering on to some idiot who only took that job to make sense of themselves because all “mental health professionals” are messed up in the head, in my experience and conversations. Where were we? Oh yes:
Once you become aware of the presence of these Patterns then its quite exhilarating hunting them because when you dissolve them you get a hit from the released blockage. Side note: All Patterns have a corresponding physical glitch that can range from almost imperceptible to totally debilitating. Deal with the underlying Pattern and watch the symptoms vanish. I genuinely believe this is what is at at the cause of spontaneous remission and such things because when facing due to a terminal event some people make peace with themselves and thus inadvertently stumble upon the process via intuitive guidance and whilst centering in acceptance they melt all the Patterns that caused this turn of events.
There are two underlying drives in men that influence the narrative and choices we make in this realm. One is Self Constructive the other is Destructive. Without knowledge of this we vacillate from one to the next, moment to moment and each time we flip so does the way we relate to our internal realm and this in turn influences the decisions we make. Change is something everyone seems to want but few truly are willing to put the work in and wallow inside the filth of their inner realm. I put it to you like this:
Your body is subconscious mind and its the repository for unprocessed, discarded and repressed emotions and they band together to make these Patterns. Because only the head has a voice it can pull of an amazing trick which is incessant chatter about all and anything that is designed solely to distract you from the present moment because that is the only the place the body aka subconscious can live. Its why if you take a Slave and place them in a totally silent room with no features or distractions and ask them to sit there for ten minutes doing nothing they’d be screaming for release. They would, in effect, be coming face to face with their Patterns.
We are all enslaved by these things because no one talks about them. Until you read this text you had no idea they existed but get ready for something miraculous:
Now the outline has been placed in your mind a subtle and freshly forged link between con and subconscious has been created and the next time you feel a Pattern creeping that causes the Click-Whirr mechanized response of being triggered you’ll realize this, take a few deep breaths, get centered and ask your Self: “Is this to my benefit? Do I need it? Can I release it?” and then, just like that, its gone with the wind. Feel the feeling to generate the freedom instead of mindlessly repeating what you could be repealing. The actual process is quite simple because, like everything in the Game of Souls, its all about how you relate to your awareness in the moment because as simple as that sounds the implications are immense in a land full of distractions where they sell a myriad of products and potions to hide this psychosocial stench.
