At first this step can seem like an immense leap that many will dare not attempt but if you were to ask them if they were happy, healthy and feeling swell they’d shake their heads. Therein lies the paradox of man as we all wish to change but the brain is programmed in such a way that we run from the solution and thus exacerbate the problem until the cheery ring of “Death to the infidel!” drips from ones lips. For what? A temporary hit, at best. Lets say you vanquish your foes and scorch the earth, well. There are none left to oppose. What do you think happens next? That is correct, those same energetics will find another onto whom they project the same energetics. The Warrior sees naught but teachers in this realm ergo the term “enemy” does not exist in their lex for each encounter reveals more about themselves they would have, otherwise, been quite ignorant.
Hate is a learned emotion. A lot of it we didn’t even generate but inherited because you can think of the concept of fishing in the rivers of time for those months, nine, you were in the womb developing. Lets say you were the dude who did the thing that led to none who opposed being left in the example. You die but the states were unprocessed so you step back in with a check that needs to be balanced. On spec your Soul will select a set of parents and circumstance that reflects this and, wouldn’t you know it, you’ll soon head off on the same quest. Note, you are not “hearting” as that speaks a different language. You will note that no babies are born like this but the environment in which we swim whilst developing rubs off and this is why we get Hatfields and McCoys type things. Have you ever heard the sound of one hand clapping? The din that comes from a round of applause via hands ending in claws is something I call noiZ and its simply a manifested symptom of the true depth at which the collective is suffering. How can one hope to hear the Psylense that underpins that which itself is laboring under the weight of inherited ignorance to which it keeps adding interest due to not Knowing the Ledge? This is why the net was supposed to connect and uplift the populace but, instead, divided and conquered to create immense states of loneliness to which they’ll soon sell the solution of robotic help for sexing… Lets speak on fear, anger and sadness:
This unholy trinity are quite interesting for two of the first are standardly equipped when it comes to wearing skin. They are that of loud noises and falling. Both are preincarnational recollections of how your Soul came to this realm for it fell from the cloud of unity consciousness and the real big bang was when sperm met egg and zinc unleashed thunderbolts across the developing heavens of what would grow into the carbon based suit that hyperconducts your sentience. Can you see the logic in feargiveness? See why I flipped the spell because you are relinquishing the energetic bundle they sent which manifests as hate for it always contains a chunk of this state with the rest the Venn being filled out with anger and sadness as well. Its really quite simple and something that, once clicked, is impossible to forget as you become aware of the subtle actions of consciousness and how your presence (an aspect of the Prime, who pre-exists) manifests this entire realm and all those within. Without you, nothing exists. Marinate on that for a second next time you’re raging as you recollect that he who makes you mad is your Master and thus that means you’re a Slave to anothers resonance…
Not only this because whilst this realm is a finite loop of simulated creation you, your Self, know no limits. How does that explain everyone feeling tired all the time? Simple. Resistance. See, these states take energy to maintain but they are hidden out of the sight of your brain and its limited awareness via the process of suppression, repression and editing the narrative. A great way of proving this is practical metaphysics, in full effect, and not pop psych BS is how parents overreact to a child slight then regret as they’ve used their tyke to vent a days worth of stress in which the reaction was nowhere near equal the infraction, real or imagined. There is that word again. One of the most powerful in this realm. Another way of looking at it is:
It may seem melodramatic but I assure you its correct, my friend, as the old “Heart weighed against a feather” thing is totally correct because the you, the true Self, that stepped into this realm had not yet learned the fine art of hateration and thus it yells that you want another suit of flesh because you weren’t done with the playground yet. So back into the timestream you swim, do a little fishing whilst the tailor is finishing the suit you’ll wear for another spin and the same emotions will be at the helm. Unless you do the Knowledge. Give the pressure a vent. Feargive, not because they deserve it but because you do. You’ll be amazed at how the story shifts, obstacles lift and opportunities spring as those unfinite energies can be used correctly. A great way to start the practice (and note immediate effect) is to check off your hate list as you lie in bed, before rest. If someone cut you up in traffic so you yelled some expletive laden invective (topped with a choice epithet) then reflect:
“How much of that emotion was actually based on what kicked and how much sprang from something else?”.
Use the imagery of the scale then delve in and do it again and again and again until you get to the root cause. Then feargive. This is actually a part of the practice I use with my clients when they’re doing the Knowledge and sketching out a timeline of past events and how they felt as you’re going to sleep anyway so may as well use it correct, yes? Did you know that, whilst drifting, your brain uses way more calories whilst dreaming?Use your logical intuition and you’ll see how the vent switch can be flicked, super quick, by this process which then brings up a whole load more images for further introspection and thus one Knows the Ledge in a constant process of refinement I’ve termed Incremental Betterment. Does what it says on the tin because you can’t control another actions but your response-ability is how you develop free will. Then you’ll comprehend why most are merely meat puppets in this realm and that unravels another narrative worth checking for how can one tick the karma boxes if they’re totally ignorant of the whole process? Who (or what), exactly, is at the helm for these automata in the flesh? Its an interesting topic but way more esoteric and thus we’ll get into that as you progress into the shadows depth for it is there, my friend, you find enlightenment in the form of Inner Sense and I truly believe that is the main aim and challenge of this stage of the great Game we all play by using our Souls as credits so why not give it a spin and see what kicks because not only is the process mentioned quite relaxing the brainwave state before sleep is more conducive to free associate and this we do develop into a resonance called sliding the doors of consciousness hence why I said that, daily, a different version of you is dreamt into this realm and that all depends on the rest you had in bed before rising in the AM as its all interlinked.
After having been successfully conditioned and programmed by the System one is milling around in the Valley of the Plebs with the rest of the Slaves as they oscillate between boredom and distraction whilst performing the spiritual equivalent of treading water due to their inherited (and unquestioned) ignorance that masquerades as knowledge, wisdom and innerstanding of this realm. The Warrior sees a peak, way off in the distance and wonders what might be at the summit, “What could I perceive from that vantage that is invisible here due to the current perspective?“. And off he steps. He can ask others to come with him, most will reject his thinking and reasoning as being foolish or ludicrous. Some will think him wicked for daring to go against the script that Click-Whirrs from within their unconscious existence whilst a few may be curious but have no wish to put in the effort.
Oh, sure, they’ll think him crazy but thats only because they are strangers to their inner realms which, once upon a when, dreamed of pushing the limits and asking questions but now just wants to fit in, do as they’re told in order to get what they expect. Day in, day out. Night in, night out. To the Slave this feels as close to heaven as they can get whereas the Warrior sees the repetition as dead, lacking in that vital essence that defines them and suspiciously close to what they tell the rest is awaiting them in hell, should they choose to ignore their programming and not act as expected.
Undeterred he sets off on his quest using nothing but his natural equipment and the elements that surround him. Along the way he imperiences many thrills, spills and chills. Even some moments of regret that make him doubt his actions as well as immense moments of exhilaration that course through his awareness and make him feel truly alive and present in the moment with a grin on his lips as he surveys the higher vantage and thinks “If only they could see this, its breath taking yet life giving in the same instant” as he keeps on stepping.
Eventually, he scales the peak and looks down at the Valley from which emanates a misty pollution like steam which he’d never noticed previously. Up here, on high, he takes in the scene and is astounded by what he sees as there is another village from which rises a different colored frequency that feels like but not when compared to the one from his own Valley. His curiosity is now running full tilt because, off in the distance, he spots an even greater hill with an even more majestic summit that he simply must examine. To get there he must pass through this strange village and as he begins his descent and starts to progress into their mode of living he notices something quite startling as even though they speak a totally different language, hold other concepts as beyond question and have their own way of doing things that seems a bit odd at first there is a remarkable resonance with how they act when it comes to staying within the limits of the Valley as instructed as well as what will happen to those who choose to venture off script.
Undeterred he keeps on keeping but noticed the Slave/Masters of this village already knew he was coming. Not only this but they too spoke his language and looked at him with a knowing wink that had him questioning the entire nature of their existence as they were exhibiting totally different traits and characteristics in contrast to their peers he just left.
Later, as he is traipsing up the new mountain and just barely managed to avoid the traps they’d set to take off his head it starts to make sense. “Of course, they isolated me so I wouldn’t infect the thinking of their captives by offering them proof that there is life beyond these hills that kept them fenced in” he says as he starts to comprehend the nature of his Opponent and how each encounter brings the gift of increased wisdom via Knowledge of Self and the steadily accumulating Incremental Betterment.
“If I turn back and tell my people of what I’ve seen they simply won’t comprehend as they lack the frame of reference and imperience. Those who wish to come with will have been bound down by various forms of obligation that are designed to coerce them into maintaining the artificial resonance to which they’re accustomed” he thinks as he starts comprehending the nature of the Slave/Masters and their true role in this as their movement is simply too organized and too effective to not be backed by what they term as spiritually wicked and highly placed as well. “In a position where it can see all but none see it” he thinks as it clicks that he simply must continue his trek and see what he perceives from the peak of the next hill.
This time he moves different and entirely circumvents the village and moves through the natural elements instead and notes how no matter which languages, customs or traditions change the animals are always identical. He notes how one Valley venerates this animal as keeping it living generates more sustenance than dead as its energetics can be used to till the land well along with the milk it gifts whilst the other he passed through is far more arid in comparison and thus they eat its flesh freely because it would consume too much of their most precious and limited resources of liquid. “Its also strange” he says, out loud, to himself “How they hate other creatures for reasons similar” as he uses his expanded awareness, increased experience and first hand knowledge from his trek to build his own model of this realm he has been wandering.
Eventually he makes it to the peak of this new crest and discovers a settlement which surprises him. He’s given a warm welcome and notices how the people here are all multilingual and they greet him like a long lost friend. “You must have many questions, first, jump in the hot springs and relax whilst we prepare some food, just as you like it” says a woman in the familiar tones of his village. “Are these another evolution of the Slave/Masters?” he thinks as he is no longer quite as trusting after Witnessing their tricks and manipulation but soon is bathing and feels a sense of relief wash over him. He dries and then comes back to the encampment, freshly dressed, and sees they’ve prepared a feast to honor him.
“Welcome, we’re glad you made it. We’ve been waiting” says an old, wizened man in his own language as he motions him to sit next to him whilst filling his dish with a repast as sumptuous as it is simple. Throwing caution to the wind the Warrior dives in because, even if its poisoned and this is all a trick, he’s more than content to make this the end of his adventuring as he’s seen, been and Witnessed that which he never could’ve imagined and is at the point where the very idea of closing in and shrinking in the face of new imperience runs counter to the urging of the Psylense which says “Lets see what happens“.
The good times flow and he talks to all who are present and learns that they too, at some point, heard the call from within asked “What does all of this look like from the hill?” and set off on their own quest. A few are from his village, most of the rest are from those he passed as well as others he never suspected existed. A lot of them now speak each others language and they’ve built up their own little ecosystem and method of living which champions Inner Sense via the principle of Incremental Betterment as they share their lifes imperiences, perspectives and intuition whilst unravelling the narratives they’d been tricked to accept via the System and its programming of their awareness as they compare and contrast the difference between what they were told and what it is.
“We have to go back and tell the rest” he says “I can’t stand to see them suffering and miss out on the glory of this” whilst gesturing around at the community. The wise and wizened man says “We have often considered this but its nigh on impossible for only one motivated from within has the courage and motivation required to take the steps. Many have had their lights extinguished due to the nature of the programming and thus cling to the artificial illumination and its threats disguised as promise. Of course, this is expensive, not to mention unnatural but in that sense they bring it upon themselves for denying their own free will in exchange for accepting the short end of the stick they are often beaten with”. “That seems a bit defeatist” says the Warrior as he tries to take in this perspective and finds it doesn’t vibe with his wish. “Have you ever tried, I’m wondering” he asks as the man replies “Many times, my hairs didn’t get get gray from the sun shining on them” he states, with a grin “Upon reaching emancipation the Warrior within says “I must share this gift for those with the ears to listen” and will do whatever it takes to motivate another to come with but that, in itself, is the nature of the trap they set”. “The Slave/Masters?” he said. “Yes, correct. See they know the truth of this but they also know that fear is a powerful way of motivating and division is quite profitable as they built a business to harness the suffering of each village which is really just a tribe of men that were isolated and programmed to fear their own inner realms. Long, long ago when the mountains over which you’ve leapt were mere molehills in comparison they ensured there was constant warfare and conflict between these tribes due to their strange and foreign customs. Over time this sense of isolation and alienation was moulded into those peaks hence the dread within of facing them as they are simply reflections of their own ignorance. It takes a special kind of person to admit this and be willing to heed the challenge of setting off on a quest that promises nothing more than isolation because not everyone makes it so far or even survives their adventure, if the Slave/Masters are effective” he says.
“Why, why do they do this?” the Warrior asks, trying to make sense of the madness. “Why else? Power, position, control, influence. For them its just a Game, a way of passing the time whilst securing their reign as, back when, they profited from the conflicts and bet amongst themselves to see who could say the most ridiculous things and play gods to the Slaves as they venerate that which causes them pain by ignoring their own ancestors in exchange for the “one true faith” which varies by location. It really is quite slick, but also quite wicked. We’ve been wondering, as a collective, the intent and nature of this realm where its all freely sanctioned and accepted and can come up with nothing more than the manipulation of free will, training and how man is a creature that generally picks comfort over challenge”.
“So, its like placing them in a cage but the door is open. This learned helplessness makes them act like their Spirit is broken and thus they won’t make a run for it therefore they’re tacitly accepting all that they get therefore the supreme architects of their own suffering due to never questioning the narrative” the Warrior says as he sits letting the implications of this statement wash over his awareness. “Oh, wow, this really is something” he adds as the wizened nods his head “Yes, there are levels and levels to this Game that we’re playing and this is why we’re so grateful for your presence as its a fresh perspective as we attempt to solve the riddle of why its like this for everyones benefit”.
“How exactly can you do that when what they think is them actually isn’t but they don’t know the difference as they’ve lived their entire lives from a forced perspective and have no wish to dive into the shadows depth to the climb the hill out of the Valley they were born in?” he said. “Exactly” the wizened replied “Exactly. Just as we intuitively practice Incremental Betterment by adapting to the challenge we choose ourselves of our free will that led to this meeting of resonance they perform the inverse of gradual detriment which is a side effect of the disconnection from within and glow dimming this brings as they’re alienated from Inner Sense which leaves room for coping mechs and wholesale ignorance. Anything outside this automatically becomes a threat because a) they fear what they don’t comprehend and b) the Slave/Masters look after their investment as pirates of consciousness that steal the true lives of their adherents by shoveling BS as wisdom even though the generations attest that people are, were and thus will be suffering“. “Sounds like madness, the very definition of which is doing the same whilst expecting different” said the Warrior. “Exactly, exactly” the wizened reasoned “Its very effective because they know not they’re divided within and the outer simply represents the inner schism and because they lack the will to seek answers by delving beneath the surface the only choice left is to accept the existence of a living hostage”.
“What if we present them with an option? Sort of like leading by example?” the Warrior said. “We’ve tried that, back when. They were amused and entertained, treat him like a circus animal but nothing ever resonated within due to their armoring. The methods of the Opponent are very, very effective due to his grip upon their subconscious and the nature of his programming is to make it beyond questioning for that is a sin and you know the rest. Look at all the tricks they used to attempt to prevent you from realizing this and consider all of the strength the tests took as you gambled with your life, took a leap of faith and just kept falling till you realized you actually possessed wings and have been soaring since. Thing is those bound by their filters of perception simply cannot see what is right in front of them which is why they’re called Slaves as the terms describes them well due to seeing all forms of power (and thus redemption plus comprehension as well) as outside of them. Signs and symbols rules the world, not laws and men. In that respect they’re illiterate to which they pledge allegiance, even if that comes with a bill that will be collected via the frequencies siphoned”.
“The mind is mined…” the Warrior states, recollecting what set him off on this trip as it was, back when, during the period of instruction that he noticed the homophones of the tongue he was instructed in can say many things depending upon what you think. “That really is the problem, isn’t it? The fact that they think but do no such thing. Drunk on Thunking, accepting illusions as the real thing whilst in the midst of delusion due to the treachery and confusion of anothers whim that was in effect before they even manifested. There has to be a solution, there simply has to. I refuse to accept its impossible, after all its just another hill as I’ve came this far in the physical to discover the depth of the mental shadow within so the question now is how to bring life to that light that once shone within so they automatically intuit the difference by feeling…” He jumped up and started pacing “Of course, of course, thats it. Feeling. Feeling is the secret!” he said, turning to face the audience.
The modulation of Self expression is a hallmark of Adulteration. Let me say that again:
The modulation of Self expression is a hallmark of Adulteration.
Did it click? Does it seem obvious how evident this is? Why do you, nine times out of ten, find yourself rooted in this perspective? Why is this limited fragment of the whole from which it is disconnected and in anguish calling the shots of your existence as you sit, in the left hemisphere of your head, doing its bidding, modulating your Self expression in order to fit in with the expectations of others.
One hundred percent of the time this is a fear driven action that springs from ingrained Patterns that are often penned in the scrawl of a childs ink, Slavishly followed and never examined. The child, by its very nature, is powerless because it is dependent on its parents for food, shelter, nurture and the rest. If you were born and raised in a supportive environment these factors will be invisible but that is nigh on impossible because the wounded womb hurts the seeds it brings into this realm and your parents are the latest in a long line of suffering and ignorance which extends all the way back through time and the experience of which spins in your veins at the present moment as you are the Grail Keeper.
Thats a huge responsibility. In both the personal and collective sense. Its like holding the power of life and death that manifests as being true and authentic or fake and pandering. This all rests upon the foundations of sand built of your inner childs suffering, fear and dread which makes them quick to compromise and sell themselves in order to fit in with expectations.
We are told loads of fibs in this realm. Like strength in numbers, for example. Taking it back to the child before they are aware of this mess and attempt to sit in the box which their parents live, they don’t care about anything beyond being coherent. “Come kiss your Aunt Ethel”. “I don’t want to, her mustache is bigger than my fathers” replied the kid before getting beaten for being cheeky. Were any lies told? No. The child called it as they seen it but because they fear rejection and crave acceptance they learned to start modulating their Self expression. This is the introduction of Adulteration because it all starts in the home and the other Systems build their temples to inauthenticity upon this original form of trickery.
Don’t feel bad if you’ve done this or are doing it currently. Its part of the deal that you inherited and it takes one who feels the chains in order to decide to risk everything to get free and most have never been pushed to that level of brutality in which nothing short of death will stop them. Even then my message will live forever in the hearts of those who listen because once the seeds are sprinkled they will develop roots and a stem before flowering into the awareness of those listening. Your mind is like a balloon in that sense. Your life as well as many live and die without a glimpse of how much they can swell, what they can handle and never question why they feel like something is missing.
The modulation of Self expression is a hallmark of Adulteration and its secret mission is to keep the best of you hidden whilst ensuring your investment in the false is rewarded by sinking further and further into the sands of (false) self deception. In that respect you’re manufacturing proof as you lie to yourself. Emotions are a great barometer of what I said and you can test them for yourself as you know exactly when you’re compromising that child within that questions why the lady is sporting a handlebar which is exactly the same energy as the kid who said “The Emperor is naked!” even though the rest bought in. They were modulating their Self expression in order to propagate the Adulteration which said the one who claims rule over them is a) valid in what they’ve said b) not lying to them and c) actually has their best interests beating in his chest as well as a whole alphabet filled with terms and conditions.
Its what lays hidden in the middle of the entire Slave and Master paradigm that grips the world on this level we’re playing where the haves flaunt and the nots covet on the material plane when the true problem (and thus solutions) are within as its all about how you relate to your energetics.
“Come kiss your Aunt Ethel” is the stimulus. The child flicks through its awareness banks and thinks without thinking “That lady is weird because she’s almost got a full beard and that is right. Plus it tickles. Why has no one said this? Someone should tell her. I know I will”. In an instant these impulses pour from their lips. This is what happens when the Adulterated meet Inner Sense. They detest it. Not because of whats expressed (even though that often chafes the masters of self deception) but the fact they said it. The lack of filter reminds them they, themselves, are living lives inauthentic. I call this emotional deadening and its like going through life with a welders mitt and then wondering why you cant feel as much as you did. People are numb and getting number. Society proves this with a glimpse because there is a documented link between sex and anxiety as that is the function of the orgasm as it relieves the nervous system of the tension within. Thats a deeper topic but it really is all related and, once again, so many of these neuroses around sex are implanted in children for reasons that are often religious, cultural or the parents own upbringing.
We are a broken people and fracture those who are whole so we feel at home with another jagged little edge. Its an immense and collective sickness which has infected almost all on the planet and has raged for thousands of years unchecked to build the world we live in. One cannot fix problems on the same level they were created which is why the collective can only be elevated when the singular realizes his station is not kneeling at the feet of midgets but raising their Self up to its true stature as a giant among men.
That, in and of itself, can be quite difficult as your limbs are accustomed to groveling. Entropy has set in. We are, if nothing else, creatures of habit and it takes all kinds of rewiring to uncross these old signals to allow the light to shine again. This is why I say 81% are too far gone to even consider anything different and they’ll clutch to their misery and suffering like a drowning man with a brick. Great for business for the 11% who sell them floaty wings and various distractions as well as manufacturing the tech they grip without a clue of the deeper meaning or why they were thrown in the drink without knowing how to swim. The remaining 8% either have jettisoned previously (or are considering) letting go of what does not serve them and in that moment of relaxation they feel a release of tension and start floating without effort and suddenly the Game becomes far more enjoyable.
That is the return to Inner Sense. That is what I’m seeking. What I’m sure is possible as I’ve had more than enough glimpses that come from being in alignment but the greatest proof is the children. They are born like this and then adapt these modes of modulation in order to fit in and ensure the attention, validation and nurturing keep flowing. See why I call it the poisoned chalice from which we all must sip? You really have no choice as an infant and your parents do the best they can from a position of wholesale ignorance as they’re too busy surviving to even question the paradigm.
We live in times where foolishness masquerades as wisdom. Where people think possessions make them rich and beauty ends at the skin. We are so disconnected as a collective, so far from resonance that one cannot help but intuit the hidden hand which spins such fables for mass consumption. None dare mention it. Especially not those who profit from the positions they get where they are allowed to sit at the table in exchange for a few gifts but mankind has been betrayed from within. Ignorance of this is acceptance which begets your children suffering and this is exactly what you inherited from your lineage.
An uncomfortable truth but genuine, nonetheless. The thing is next time you’re modulated your Self expression you’ll now notice this symptom of Adulteration and, should you wish, to pull on this string, question the reason for why you’re suppressing your Inner Sense and trace it back through its links you can start to create the space to think different and that is when the magic happens because really, we’re all under a spell. A weak-daze if you will and the longer you live it without questioning the more hypnotic it gets as you find yourself weakened which you blame on aging but don’t realize its the curses spoken you heap upon yourself:
Seven days make one week and the two for rest we call weekend where people often vent to excess and that leaves them feeling how, I wonder? Are you starting to see the links? How this war is fought on many fronts with silent weapons that most don’t realize they prime, charge and detonate in ignorance as they heap suffering upon themselves and their children. Just like their ancestors did and their descendants will unless they dare to to take this moment and actually think different.
Look around, if you don’t have a clue, and you’ll see the stage is set with eloptic hints and oblique references from the Biblical lex of “Let there be light” and how this links with sperm and eggs which bring thunderbolts of Soul to this realm hence why there are but two dreads programmed in, as standard, to the wetware in your head:
Loud noises and falling.
Both of these did kick when your Spirit descended through the rungs of this Matrix which is akin to how a prism splits light for another to unify it again. On one end you have the Prime resonance, unfiltered, direct bliss whilst the other was reduced to constitutionals then rearranged but, get this, they do the exact same thing again through the process of internment at your nearest camp of concentration. Picture this:
The Sun shines, high overhead. You are sitting at home in a room that lacks windows to dress so you flick a switch and gain illumination, electric. In the depths of your cells that animate your flesh there dwells bioluminescence which is the same aspect as the celestial but condensed hence the flesh you’re wearing is the matter with Spirit and its used to disguise the fact you’re immortal. Brain scans and such things prove that Luciferase shines inside the darkness of your head and this may be, I suspect, the old Phosphenes of legend that may or may not get jacked up to twelve (with an extra one thrown in) when one cracks their melon and takes a trip beyond this realm. The most ironic bit? The place they’re exploring is actually sub-cellular energetics! Explaining this at depth is way too much of a trek for this text but look into the subtext of what was said, introspect and do the Knowledge. Even if its only to prove me incorrect for history says men of might and renown, in the spiritual sense, had lights shining around their heads and the Vedic texts opine this lies dormant in this age hence “waist” being a synonym and back pain the order of the day…
There is no god but you and thus the Devil is the (false) self that jibber jabbers inside your head and convinces you of external Opponents when, in reality, there is only one battle and it is within. From one life to the next you step into the ring but each spin brings a baby brain, factory flesh, and your parental resonance which may or may not be meshed with your own, personal lex. This is where things get interesting, my friend, for – via your bloodline – the sperm and egg doth fish in the rivers of time to find traits and skills that align with not only your past lives and resonance but what best to manifest on this occasion. Then you are born. Ever wondered why babies seem to be trying to communicate something important with the somatic equivalent of a Lemmon coursing through their flesh as immense frustration is etched upon their countenance as its parents, well adjusted to mass social sickness, take this as mere babbling and coo instead. Its not their fault though for a babies brain is the same as the Adulterated on an LSD trip and after this segment they slide into a brainwave state called Theta from Two to Seven and, wouldn’t you know it, thats the same resonance needed for hypnosis so, to recap:
You, an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists as pure, boundless consciousness, come to this dimension and step through a maze most intricate which splits the cool light of darkness into its constituent components then links them to flesh but at a greatly reduced state. This is why the mere presence of a child can invigorate a household that, without them, is mere walls of brick. The baby brain trips with what is naturally equipped until the endogenous hallucinogens dip and they’re left with the afterglow of hypnosis and a device inside their head that consumes between Fifty to Ninety percent of their caloric intake as its equipped, without relent, to question in order to make sense of the eternal question:
That, my friend, is the matter with Spirit hence why doing the Knowledge is akin to retracing your steps and clicking the Kingdom is within ergo there is no god but you and s/he is playing pretend. In times of mass darkness the candle of gnosis flickers in ill winds and thus it was taken and hidden so your Opponent devised electric instead. This counterfeit spirit is what Jesus termed the wicked and well placed and Arabic texts doth ref as “smokeless fire” that is as vengeful as power filled. Ironic, yes? Sprinkle in the Covenant that tazed those not equipped to gaze upon its glory and you may just get what I meant when I said that artificial intelligence isn’t and its actually an old demon in fancy dress. Who knows, I could be incorrect and it could actually be the manifest of our divine aspect from which we disconnected hence “daemon” would be more accurate? His dark materials move in ways, mysterious…
Which child has not Witnessed an imaginary friend or six before they put away their toys and swiftly grew out of this? Which schizophrenic does not attest a story that remained totally constant even though the world has changed from the days when James Tilley Matthews took on the Air Loom Gang and said:
“Tis a conspiracy, I said! There are nefarious players and a device, hidden, in the mix that they use to uneven my temperament”.
And thus stepped in the first modern mad man who, somehow, before all of this, was a broker of peace between Britain and France, pre-skirmish, who was then abandoned and declared insane for the rest of his existence. An interesting parallel exists with John Nash (of a Beautiful Mind fame) as he fraternized with RAND and then ended up straight jacketed as well when he started to intuit that there were beings, supernatural, all around him stating something was very wrong with this realm… Godel flipped his lid, Cantor was depressed, Boltzmann hypothesized a world view that was nigh on identical to what Lovecraft dreamt in bed and Grigori Perelman presented evidence for Poincare’s shape of the universe flex then, abruptly, became a recluse who speaks to no one else and rejects job offers and awards worth millions. Do you want to know why I think this kicks among the group of those who are enamored with digits, my friend?
They see the code of the Matrix, then swiftly flip their lids because the left brain in which they Thunk they live simply cannot process or handle the billions of bits of datasets that the right hemisphere swims in. These are the good and bad thieves of Biblical legend and thus we are the Gz, us, for Christ Consciousness sits in the mid via a fully illuminated pineal which is Neti, Neti ie “Not that, not this” so its on a whole nother flex aka Inner Sense. Islam echoes this with its “We are closer to thee than your jugular vein” and the Vedics presage them with the concept of Atman and Brahman but it was the Gnostics who truly blew the lid off this hidden secret in the modern age as they posited the creator of this stage is a flawed incompetent (a view backed by Kabbalist’s and their Qlippoth of legend which state the first version didn’t work and generated monsters in a living hell) and thus sex traps fresh Souls in the flesh as the baby brain awaits…
There is no god but you and thus you’re the Devil as well if you dwell in ignorance of the gnosis but merely reading is not the same as tasting the elixir your Self. Let me retrace the neurons we just etched:
It is a hot summers day and a boy wishes to build a tent and thus finds a material most dark and dense. He takes it and does pitch, inside it is devoid of all illumination. He takes a knife and snips a perfect circle then says:
“Let there be light!”.
And there is. Remember, he is still young and full of Inner Sense and thus, as an only kid, populates his new realm with his imaginary friends who are mind created. They look at him with awe and reverence for the illumination that shines within and, soon enough, get on with the business of living as semi autonomous creations that are doing as they wish. Lets pretend one of them (in a time span most stretched) awakens from the dream and questions the source of his sentience. He recollects old myths that were passed down from back when about how there is a world outside the world but such things were drilled out of heads due to paying attention. Get it? At tent ion. Or “At tension”, if you wish. See, as life progressed these figments of imagination became more dense and disconnected as their time seems like a click of the childs immortal presence. Then he decides he’s had enough of his sweat lodge imperience and packs the whole thing in to go and play on the swings. See why I said there is no god but you, my friend? Tis meant not as a diss to the religious but another question no one ever seems to posit is who keeps killing the prophets and from whence are they sent as well? Ponder this and you can extrapolate that the Sun, in this trip, is the boys Soul, discarnate, and he in the tent is the Demiurge of his realm and the sparks of sentience that shine in the darkness are aspects of the Prime who prexists after having been filtered through his sad and lonely existence that so desperately needed friends he dreamt up the whole tent thing in order to assuage his life, as is.
Suddenly the lyrics of Hotel California make way more sense, yes? That and it seems, unerringly, that madmen, poets and children see the Game how it truly is and isn’t it telling that all three are swiftly vanquished in the age of the present? You’ll note that rhymed tones seem to, in modern domes, indicate an elitist flex and mucho navel gazing as well but I put to thee its actually the bridge between the bad (ie (false) self) and good thief that allows one to peep what sits in the mid and thus gain enlightenment via heart centered consciousness or, in academic refs, we’re talking about the Corpus Callosum and Vagus Nerve of which the ancients Knew too well hence the Egyptians encoded it as this:
And the fractions never hit the full thing or, like atomic half lives, come to zero ergo this world truly exists as a hallucination which we each, daily, dream into existence and then invest in the delusion ergo social schizophrenia is the thing and its all cool as long as we all hallucinate paper is worth something and digits on a screen rep real events… Ask Hitler, Qadaffi and Hussein as they all deviated from this script (or attempted). Note how they are universally derided as wicked but, under them, their people lived really well and saw them as champions? I’m not here to get into the bits and pieces of history or play “He said, she said” just asking you to think because the above text strips reality to its basics from my current level of ignorance and, as always, this is a strong opinion, loosely held and is subject to change when better data pours in as this level of mental flex is the hallmark of Inner Sense. Another thing, for consideration, is how the half life of Carbon Fourteen is around Six Thousand years and many sacred texts attest the world (as we know it) is of this age as well and then ponder why the Devil is linked with a familiar digit, triple, that they say is the same speed the Earth orbits the object which doth blaze as it spins on a Twenty Three point Four tilt which, subtracted from the quadrant is, who would’ve guessed it, Six, Six, Six. The most telling blip (aside from One Oh Eight being repeated, in the heavens) is that the tech you’re wearing is made of Carbon using the same arrangement and that, soon, is to be displaced with silicon based chips instead so not only must I question if you think that is air you’re breathing but if any of this makes sense?
You are entirely alone in this world. From beginning till the end of your spin in the flesh this is the truest arrangement of words you’ll ever see. Many don’t want to believe. Others will yell and scream as they point at what they assume is a solid team, family, friends or anything else but in reality they are selling themselves a dream. Many will never have to realize the diabolical brutality of this truth and the fact that most relationships are entirely transactional because people are only interested in what they can get. When the chips are down and you have nothing to offer them that is when you will see the true lay of the land and that is the point where seven words will bounce around inside your head:
You are entirely alone in this world.
Even if you aren’t and by some miracle have folks that will go to bat for you and prop you up as life smacks you around see what happens if you don’t get up and running quick. Like I said elsewhen, this realm paints a thin layer of heaven over a whole load of hell and when your presence starts to chafe the hints will become more and more literal.
Its a really strange state of affairs, it really is. A madman once said to me that peoples sense of empathy is so twisted that its more about them and not the other person and I’m inclined to agree with him. After all, one of the most basic principles of my perspective is that I’m the only one wandering around here in this realm and thus you are all figments of my imagination. Is it getting solipsistic in here, or is it just me? Are you starting to see the depth of these words which you’re about to read again of your screen and perceive totally differently:
What else could be hidden in the life unexamined? Lets ponder for a moment before we step. See, the fact of the matter as it stands is that the deck has been stacked against you in one respect but then they also flash their hand at the same instance. The trick is being able to catch it and make sense. Taking a page from the book of nature and examining its a curious phenomenon that were you find something poisonous the cure is often right there, waiting. See why I say life is Game that we’re playing? Only thing is most people got roped into a side quest via various limbs of the System that will keep them engrossed till their last breath and beyond and thus they’ll never consider the majesty of this reality as a piece of within which is projected and accepted as the way it is. Mostly without question. Thats pretty amazing, isn’t it? The fact we’re inside a scheme akin to a dream that fabricates reality with ease by using what you perceive against you to lure you further in to this consistent illusion which is, at heart, a simple projection.
A hologram, in that sense, but this is a topic for another missive because, like I said, you are entirely all one in this world when seen through a new lens. Way back when before the advent of tech the people were more in tune with the unfinite as evidenced by the clues they left of how they played the Game and what the progress was etched in the monuments they built and aligned with an exceedingly keen precision. All of that was due to precession which is why the general thought of astrology is hokum for the gullible when the truth is it is the programming language of this realm. You just don’t realize it yet.
See, you can be alone or take a space to breathe and all one is released, realized and optimized. Right in front of your eyes. In that respect I am another you, together we as I interact with a piece of my Self that is projected out to this reality. This you can very easily test. Take a friend you call best and then spot someone they like but you detest. How is it possible that two people see entirely different beings if it wasn’t what I said and there is actually a very subtle processes at play that underpins all of this. Better yet you may have found that, lets say, your friend runs with a crew of which you think one is a prick and then you get to know them and suddenly you click. Do you know why you disliked him? Because he carried a similar resonance to you and this chafes from within until you fix the calibration. All is mental in this realm…
We are a broken and fragmented people. Its easier to fight, blame and lie than look inside and for thousands of years its been like this and this is the world we beget. Exactly as intended. They stacked the deck and did it well because in the land of the lost Self Knowledge is a threat and this ride out in space is a very profitable place for those who created the Game and thus they hate anyone who steps in and peers behind the curtain and sees through the program. That is seen as a prob as it can break the rest from their immersion and this is why you work like a Slave from Monday to Friday in a weak daze just trying to keep your bills paid on a wage that often evaporates whilst you still have some month left. No wonder people live for the weekend and yet have you ever seen a person that gets stronger and stronger as they stroll around the planet? I’m talking about a constant refinement that comes from a life lived at the cutting edge as one gets better and better as they progress. No? Kind of odd, isn’t it? I mean you’d expect that would happen and people leveled up but what if you were doing it to yourself and didn’t realize it yet?
Shake your head from right to left then up and down as well and see if you can remove the blinders from your dome that render the spells you speak with your tongue or push cursive with a pen that rites its own wrongs for which you are responsible and comprehend the end cost of continually saying without thinking:
“This week I will…”. “I’m so glad its the weekend”. “Today is a week day” and imagine you flipped the script on this Devilish language and chose to speak like a Warrior instead:
“This strong I will…”. “I’m so glad its the strengthened”. “Today is a strong ray”.
Did the pieces click like a straight in Tetris? There is so much wickedness hidden in this language that its no wonder the world is like this as people en masse have been tricked as it takes the collective ignorance of billions to suppress the Inner Sense of the children. Thus the System rolls on and parents beget the living who they then set to processing and making them as dead within as them. Just like their parents did. Are you starting to see the code falling in front of your eyes as you realize the real lies you were tricked to buy and accept as the truth of what is?
Man, we’ve been meandering but thats cool because its all interconnected. It must be, yes? If all of this is taking place inside my imagination (which isn’t in my head) and thus I can jump to the end of the cosmos in an instant or, with a bit of wherewithal and focus, become hyper-dimensional as well then there must be a common medium which links everything. That is consciousness. The prima materia from which reality is formed and like a light you’ve heard that feels like gold and tastes like a hug. Children know it well, as did you when you stepped in this realm, and its absence you lament in ways you can’t fully explain nor comprehend since being Adulterated. Know this sense of lack is due to this method of processing which begets disconnection. It really quite wicked, come to think of, because how many billions have got stuck in this web and never clicked the trick that holds their unfinite awareness hostage as they wander around in the flesh. Another lost Soul in the Valley of the Plebs. Related, and as interesting, is that most people in this plane hate spiders for reasons they cant fully explain and yet getting caught in the web it spins from a higher dimension is the very first and last thing they do each day and night without thinking from the little black square that makes it all happen.
Isn’t that wild? How we can all be lonely together now? Online everyone is fronting and at home they’re hurting as people project (there is that word again) an illusion (how many times have I said this?) into the minds of other people (wait for it) who then interact with it like its the real thing. What if Earth was the solar systems loony bin and the inmates took over the asylum long, long ago? Wouldn’t it make perfect sense that those who are classed as “in sane” were medicated, chased and imprisoned against their will whilst being called this like paranoid and schizophrenic which is actually a very broad and ambiguous label designed to cover many symptoms. Once again, a mad man said and I was in agreement with:
The only sane reaction to this outsane place is to lose your mind. Its the only way you come to your senses as there is an enemy inside your head that I call the Opponent. Oh yes, its a Game of three halves and today you’re gonna learn a lesson
Did you spot that?
Lessen?
Which one word could describe best the difference between the child filled with Inner Sense who was handed over to the Concentration Camp wing of the System for almost two decades of programming and testing before being allowed to wander around this realm as a fragmented and Adulterated version of themselves which is almost but not quite what it was then. Something shifted. Its different. Do you feel lessened?
Seeing things once they’ve been discovered is easy. You get the “Of course! Its so obvious! Why didn’t I think of this?” effect but spotting them initially isn’t easy and thus the Path of Power can be perilous for those of us who seek nothing less than transcendence via the emancipation of the Self. I certainly found out I was all alone as everyone I’d known, plus those I’d never met but who had obviously studied me at depth, conspired to weave a spell to spell my end for successfully breaking my programming by reverse engineering the algorithm.
Lucky you, you get to enjoy and taste the fruits of my labors which grew in the war torn fields of this spiritual conflict that is waged against thee on various levels hence me against the worlds is appropriate as there is far more to this than you think, know why? Because you don’t. Think that is. You think you do but thats another trick. What you actually do, my friend, is Thunk.
Now this may seem shocking at first, maybe even insulting to your intelligence but, like a balloon filled with air, it can never shrink back to its original limits. Your mind is like this and, much like a parachute, works best when opened otherwise you’re free-falling to your death and will be splattered across the pavement labelled “Avenue of the Ignorant”. Many people live on this street. Billions, actually. They’ve been fooled and tricked to exchange the priceless gift of life for bio survival tickets as they zip around this one well lit and fully stocked street for the rest of their existence. All they know comes from within its teachings and indoctrination and they are so busy trying to get ahead they’ve all but forgotten what beats in their chest and is the true seat of consciousness.
I was almost rich once. I’d actually intended to use that for this because I wanted the willhelpme project to have lots of funding and resources so I could do it big. Life happens when we make other plans and in my case that involved my friends plotting my end which didn’t quite work out as intended as it was just another experience of near death. I really should get frequent flier miles for that trip as its the third time its happened. If I were betting man I’d say there are those that don’t like me and wish to bring my time going round the board to an end and those that are quite fond of my antics in the flesh as I keep things interesting. In many ways I’m just you, sans the Adulterant, as innocence is Inner Sense as its something which linked us all, once upon a when, in its unspoken resonance that made friends with no effort as we set off adventuring.
You are another me, together we.
And yet:
You are entirely alone in this world because unless you become your own best friend you’ll be looking outside for strength which is akin to a faulty walking stick that has a little sticker hidden underneath that says:
“Warning! For novelty purposes only. Not load bearing”.
You’ll find out when the bullets are whistling and you think its all hands on deck to take on the bad men and then you’ll spot the ones firing are actually your friends. All because you were a stranger to Self. A strange wakeup call that almost lead to a wake itself. Did you spot that one, yes? It was quite obvious. After all, the alarm rings and wake in bed, say “Good morning” (when “Happy funeral” would be more accurate) slip a noose around your neck as the accepted way to dress as collar and cuffs signal you have no freedom and off you go to “urn a living” (aka cremate your potential).
And just like that in a couple of thousand words I’ve said all that needs to be said as well as offering a glimpse of our feature present which is the gift within we shall be unwrapping:
Inner Sense. The Psylense. The Path of Power as well as the true meaning of this realm and what the Game of Souls is because you play the former by inserting the latter as a credit which brings you the opportunity to wear flesh (an Earthday Suit in which you serve out your sentence) and all of it is stuck together with illusion and ignorance which, like a dream, seems real convincing when looked at from the lens of a forced perspective and no other frame of reference.
You may not become a brain surgeon but you’ll have a much clearer focus of why certain things kick as you spot an amygdala activation whilst your pulse is racing perspirating and tension creeping.
It all comes down to breath and attention in the end. Beginning and during as well.
Place the former on the latter and watch the distractions scatter but before this they’ll scream and claw for a piece of your mind because without you they don’t exist.
If people had subtitles on their heads for what they say within you’d see a whole load of folks randomly hugging someone else.
And not in that snide nice Reddit way but truly meaning it.
Instead we fake and front try and pump a funk that isn’t what it is then wonder why the engine of true fulfillment barely ticks whilst the tank itself needs constant replenishment.
Not a chance in Hell but once you click you ain’t the voice but that which listens then things shift as you get that your life has been following its script and it was written way back when by the scared child I mentioned who did they best they could with the resources in grip but you are now grown, yes? So why not recode your OS?
Nothing is that complicated.
Its all about questions and investments of emotions and such things.
Remove the weight and the anvil lifts like a feather instead.
A long time ago, in a land far away, a man had bought a cow. To him it was a great investment as it would help till his fields whilst offering milk to drink so the money spent would pay off times ten during its existence. Thing is he didn’t have a clue about the animal and thus was pushing and grabbing it in attempts to get it to follow him home. The cow had other ideas as it knew this guy was a stranger and it had no wish to leave its usual place of residence. Just at that moment a mystic happened to be walking by and says, as he takes in the scene in front of him with amusement:
“What seems to be the problem?”.
The flustered man, glad for the assistance, replies “Well, its too large and too powerful for me to move because it just resists my attempts and digs its heels in. I’ve tried forcing it, cajoling it and everything else I can think”. “Everything but the obvious” the man with his eyes twinkling replies.
Animals are very intelligent, in one respect, but easily fooled in another – as you’ll see once we reach the conclusion. The Slave/Masters who run this Game in the current age call those who heard the good word their cattle with contempt because they know they’ll pore over and study at depth whatever is presented to them with nary a glance inside and thus its pure manipulation in order to achieve their own ends. Consider the fact that in India, an agricultural country par excellence, they view that creature as sacred and it may start to click how there is always some common sense under any religious proscription that gains strength because of the solemn “He says…” that comes with and thus places it above the ken of mere mortals.
Imagine if, in a land of farms, one chops and kills the animal. It would be akin to slaughtering the golden goose after it drops one egg and most would agree thats quite stupid when a little quiet maintenance can reap immense benefits, yes? Humans are looked at just like this as well, hence cattle. Do you know how many products and industries are built off the life and death of this bovine animal? Hindus have a myriad of reasons for seeing the cow as sacred because not only can it provide milk and help with the labor or farming there are many other benefits for keeping it around and not beefing but, at the end of the day, the motives are primarily selfish.
On the flip lets imagine that some place else you are a bunch of desert dwelling people and one clicks a good old fashioned bacon sandwich can cause huge problems if not cooked or stored well as it killed many men in contrast to the rest of what they’re eating. Not to mention that it drinks a lot of water – which isn’t exactly in abundance – and suddenly the prohibition makes a lot more sense. Another thing I’ve always found interesting is that cannibals attest the similarity of taste between swine and human flesh and both those of the same faith remixed have been at each others necks for generations ergo the solution may be right in front of them but none would dare eat it due to the programming. Pretty wild, don’t you think?
All around the world we have a load of people who are totally different but all of them are seeking. Some call it a union with the divine, others would be happy with the more prosaic relationship that offered sex and companionship. Most would never refuse fame, if it came knocking, but most of all people want to be rich as they feel this will bring them the respect and freedom they’ve been craving. The list is long and endless because everyone is looking for something and yet all of them have one thing in common, the ignorance of which is actually part of the problem as they seek solutions that are nearly always ineffective:
Not one of these lost Souls has ever glanced within. Many not even for a moment whilst the odd one here or there has tripped over in the darkness and fell into exactly what they’re seeking but got up, dusted themselves off and pretended it never happened. Such is the strength of the brain washing that holds their awareness in its grip as we play this cosmic Game that uses our Soul as credit for its all for sale in this realm but what most truly want cannot be purchased, traded or gifted. No, it must be developed but the collective has repeatedly fell so many times at the first hurdle that they built embankment of ignorance that they called their capital and around this false idol of progress does the rest of society mill around on the collective treadmill.
Can you imagine this existence? It would feel like something was missing, that much is certain, as one meant to leap over hurdles at top speeds with a sense of exhilaration is now draped with a light coating of frustration due to malaise of existence they accepted back when. Its like a coal that knows, deep down within, it was born to be something special and shine with a strength it doesn’t possess yet but is more than capable of developing. Instead it lives and dies inside darkness as it runs behind a piece of polished glass that is offered as an example of what it can become in the next life. Ironic, yes? We would look at the coal and think “If only you knew the gift the pressure brings as it kicks with its own alchemical process that causes an immense shift to unfold what was always within”. How many can honestly do that to themselves? Around 8%, last time I checked. 81% will find the concept blasphemous and something above their station (as instructed by the voice in their head) whilst their chest, gently weeping, would nod in agreement because it knows it was born for far more than the predictable predicament that it has been circumambulating for its entire fabricated existence.
The man got his cow home and once he’d settled it in he put it to work in his fields where it tilled. The rewards were immediate and obvious as no more back breaking labor and sweat was needed from him as he could unwind and chill as he watched the beast laboring. The profits kept rolling in so he invested in another and, remembering what the mystic said, he bought this one with less effort and set it work on a mill. A yoke was placed around its neck as it walked around in circles. The effort it expends was used to grind the grains his kin was helping to grow and thus the money was now flying in quicker than the man could spend it. “All of this from two cattle?” he thinks “I am rich and most grateful“.
How do you think the cattle felt about their existence? When they were born free (well, into the hands of a species pimp that only bred them to sell for his own profits) life certainly seemed different. How many of them do you think recollect their original home, events and intent before being worked to death as someone extracts resources from them they didn’t even know they possessed. Think they would ever peer outside of the box they were placed in or would they have fabricated tales of their existence and expectations based on their predicament as a salve to soothe what chafes as they keep going through the motions. If one doesn’t provide an opiate expect the people themselves to make it because without it the pain of life gets too intense and thus the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim for if he can make that seem like this and keep it all moving then business is booming and no complaints are forthcoming. Not for nothing are prophets and profits homonyms but that is because its all spells and rites, my friend.
The cattle will sense that there is something foreign to them that they are carrying. The yoke around their neck will have a numbing effect as they will train themselves not to think but just get on with. After all the track is set, the groove they moved in is present and it feels oddly reassuring even though there is a nagging suspicion that it wasn’t always like this. The one among them who moos loudest and says to its brethren “Listen , I’m telling you there is more to this. Don’t you remember how we once had freedom then something happened and we ended up in this place and just keep doing the same thing again and again”. “Pff, I don’t want to hear that stupidness. Look at the beauty of nature that surrounds us, even when its rain season for our Master is the greatest and keeps us safe and protected. He built a little shed for us to sit in” said one wide eyed true believer before the rebel butted in “Yeah, only so he can milk us plus he’s started breeding us. I’m telling you there is more to this“.
From our elevated point of view we see what this supposedly lower animal is almost grasping because its simple business. Call it eugenics if you wish (Just ask Bill, he knows more than a little bit about this. In this sign shall ye conquer, after all, plus the whole fruit and tree thing) or simply the best way of doing business because the Master has no respect for his merchandise and thinks little of them beyond his investment that allows him to live a life of comfort.
Wouldn’t it be wild if a group of people had applied this thinking to human beings themselves and implemented ways and means over countless generations until their influence was as invisible as it was all pervading? What kind of world would that be?
Think they’d ever tell? Let you in? Make it obvious? Reveal the whole thing? Nah, of course not. They’d approach that one cattle with its nascent Self awareness that was developing and offer it a deal that promised more comfort and shiny things in return for less effort and keeping the rest invested in whatever paradigm they present to make sense of their existence. All animals, not just human, have their own inner realm and in that respect when you eat their flesh you are taking their life imperience into your system.
The man who had just invested in his first cow was struggling with it. He wanted to bring it home so he could harness its efforts for his benefit but its weight was immense and it used its strength to emphasize its stubbornness for which this sign is well known and influenced. The mystic he spoked to offered a simple and elegant solution. He wandered to a nearby field and picked up a bundle of fresh green grass and placed it just before cow who licked its lips in anticipation. The rest just fell into place, one foot in front of the next, as the animals instincts kicked in and it walked itself into servitude due to the exploitation of what is natural via the intent of a higher intelligence.
You are the cattle. The Masters who enslaved and placed that yoke around your neck of which you are only half aware have no wish for you to know this as it would upset their entire business on this global plantation where your existence is but grist for the mill that hops one generation to the next and offers prophets to disguise the profits that come from extraction. The grass they dangled in front of you back then is all part of the System of influence that was used in your miseducation. It can be anything from religion to image building, striking it rich or being attractive. Its all as empty and worthless as the shell it truly is because its all but a distraction to prevent you clicking what is within, under the skin and the true cause of the problem and thus the solution as well.
In order to click this you must be willing to shift everything about anything and, sadly, this only happens to those who are at the end of their tether or eternally curious. That is the path of the mystic in in that respect I’m here, now, to repay the debt of back when because a little Knowledge can be a dangerous thing in the hands of those who wish to weaponize it and I, in effect, am responsible for all of this. You are too, once you truly get it, for we are naught but figments of each others imaginations and the absentee landlords of a divine mansion that has been overran by forces malevolent that twist and turn your comprehension until its reversed and inverted.
This is why life hurts. If you allow your Self to feel it. This is why you having that nagging sense of doubt within that you don’t dare admit. This is why most of you stopped reading this message before you even got to this sentence and of those that are left only a tiny percent will have the will to put these thoughts into action as you strip the weeds from the garden you abandoned in order to dwell inside the comfort of a velvet lined rut of ignorance…
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. I’m simply back to fix what I started and thus balance the equation and I say this not from a position of assumed arrogance but how it truly is because we are who we are but most think quite different due to the script programmed into them since they stepped in. For many this it not to question ergo they are allergic to the concept of free will and are little more than meat marionettes that go through the motions. They will also rail and protest as they defend the yoke placed around their neck as its a family tradition to wear a groove into the cement as they live an on tracks existence, just like their parents before them and their children as well who are, right now, being miseducated by a tuft of grass waved before them and a devious intellect that corrupts whatever it gets for its own benefit. After all, what do you think the red carpet is?
You associate it with glamor and glitz when in reality its the suffering and ignorance of your bloodline that they are using to stay adrift as they move through this realm, one generation to the next since the old world order did its thing and now are looking to remix the players perspectives as the fish is traded in for a cup of water instead as we head toward the time when silicon and flesh intermingle and the cattle won’t know what hit them as they’re too busy going through the motions as intended to even ponder if there may be a script with a message that hides the Psylense with which is truly what they are seeking.
Instead they live and die in the grip of ignorance masquerading as wisdom that they clutch to like a security blanket for most are little more than Adulterated children that won’t allow themselves to admit they miss their Inner Sense and want it back more than anything as they chase the carrot tied around their head due to the threat of the stick at their rear end on this global plantation that floats in the abyss where we find ourselves.
As mentioned previously, the brain is an association machine and from those tales we weave one creates the concept of “Me” with its whims, desires and inclinations. This can rapidly be proven to be the (false) self of legend if you stop doing something for thirty days. Pick something you enjoy, not a habit detested you wish to eject. “Wha?” says the reader, scratching their head. Yeah, there is a reason for this and its quite interesting but before you proceed in perusing this penmanship let me outline the basics of your sketch:
Lets say you’re addicted to lifting. That means that apart from the time you put into the gym and potentially calorie tracking I’d be willing to bet your feed is filled with related things and the sites you visit have similar resonance, yes?
Ditch all of it.
Anything even tangentially linked is off limits for the month you pick. Now, in this example, you’ll want to retain your fitness so slide in something else like stretching or meditating if you need a fix but, ultimately, you should leave this whole segment as an abyss. For some people, reading, the quake just kicked in and something, deep within, is rumbling and shaking that this is most irresponsible etc etc. Give it a spin, see what you think but remember to keep a journal of your observations, states and the rest. Lets say if instead of keeping trim you enjoy binge watching Netflix. Disconnect your TV set for thirty days, stop congregating with the rest in that virtual space where you dissect that and this plus you’ll probably have to sign out of youtube as well due to the recommendations and the rest. Even if someone brings up that and this in the article simply point them toward this text and state its off limits.
What you will find is a massive chunk of time just materializes into space. Fill it how you wish, just without the binge. In the case of the former gym rat turned bench rider, par excellence, he stated that his anxiety went mental for the first ten. So much so that he had to get out of the crib and went walking instead. This he did without tunes in as all of his playlists were centered around lifting. Soon, this became his thing and it was in immense contrast to the competitiveness of the gym, the thrill of flexing and obliterating personal bests. Then he found the old mindset of challenges creeping in and he started seeing just how efficient he could get at strolling after realizing his biomechanics were a mess and his gait was abysmal due to his quad dominance plus he spotted his neck was held, habitually, in front of his chest which really stifled his breathing.
His sleep improved as we wasn’t slamming his preworkout drink and he needed way less time to prep and thus started cooking for amusement. Next he picked up a book and this lead to the comprehension that his focus was a mess which evolved into a simple breath meditation that I latched onto his walking so, with each four step sequence, he said:
“I. Am. Here. Now”.
Suddenly loads of subconscious tension started shifting as he’d altered his habitual ways of living as the gym was a coping mech that allowed his internal lack of cohesion to manifest as physical domination ergo he’d rush through the day to get the lifts and use the high he’d get to fall into bed before doing it all again. Words:
“I can’t believe how much of my life was invested in this. I calculated it, quite well, and realized what I’d classed as a hobby was actually my main thing but its what it kept hid via engagement and distraction that was most amazing”.
See, quad dominance is quite common and it suggests one is attempting to escape the past, behind them, and (in his case) this was proven with the heed and its tension as the old recollections of an abrupt ending to a relationship is what threw him into the gym, back when. And he hadn’t stopped since. Once this all came screaming for his attention he sat and wept immense tears of repressed emotion which, simultaneously, upped his resonance to try something else once the challenge ended. The binge watching lady, in question, realized she’d had enough of watching other people live what she wished as an antidote to the cubicle and took up Pilates instead, on a whim, as it was something that had interested, back when, but she could never find the time to fit it in. She took to the stretching like water and a fish. No massive psychological breakthroughs on this end but she became a lot more selective with her time and attention. A stroke of genius she did beget was doing planks as she watched the show in question so whilst she stared at her tech her flesh was tensing as she flicked her attention back and forth between the what the screen presented and how her body was screaming:
“When the form breaks so does the show. End of”.
I thought that was pretty slick but what was most amazing in both of these cases is the stimulus for the previous coping mech vanished and it introduced new space for the neuroplastic effect to kick in. Once you’ve tried it with something you enjoy you can choose events a little less comforting then, brick by brick, you’ve recoded your internal OS to a far better spec. Give it a spin, see what kicks. The journal is absolutely essential in all of this though so ensure you push the pen on even the most minute things as the gym rats first walking excursion ended in what he felt like panic setting in but came to realize was poor respiration due to habitual tension. He would have wrote off the quad pain as exercise strain from the build up of lactic and such things as he prescribed more foam rolling but, due to no music, he started paying attention to how he was actually striding then the pieces clicked.
See, the mind can’t imagine being anything but what it is ergo the notes are essential because, as you review them, you’ll spot the links the (false) self would otherwise keep hid. He is now back at the gym but with a totally different intent and means of training as he stripped everything back to the most basic and now works on his greatest weakness instead of focusing where he excels. The former binge watcher was celebrating that she no longer needs to lay the foundation on so thick as her eyes were not as ringed and skin was way more radiant as the Pilates place she picked had a sauna as well which upped her water intake and time in bed ergo its all for the win. This is the art of moderation, in full effect, as sometimes more can be less for the brain is attracted to pleasure and tends to avoid painful things but the sweet saccharine of a coping mech can be quite toxic, in the end, so its worth attempting.
Upgrade your mind in thirty days then keep the change, if you wish…
It can be as simple as switching out your favorite beverage for plain hydration then noticing your double chin is in remission plus you aren’t heavily salting everything or as complex as the chap who totally disconnected from the web as it was the last thing he did in bed, first to get checked as well as a constant fixture on the reg. Considering the work thing and how intrinsic tech is this required a lot of dedication but he wasn’t a stranger to Knowing the Ledge and thus told his boss what kicked, requested they accommodate it and he’d fill them in in the end. Obviously, emails were still answered and such things but he’d turned off all notifications and interoffice messaging ergo you needed to physically speak to him if something was quite urgent. Net result? I’ll let him tell:
“My anxiety totally melted. I never realized the same thing I was using to soothe was causing so much stress as well. For the first time, ever, there was silence in my head and it felt amazing. The dumb phone is in, permanent, as I came to comprehend there is literally nothing in life that is that important where I need instant updates. I mean, its not like I’m a brain surgeon!”.
He actually enjoyed writing and instead of spending his time reading what another said he started pushing the pen and sharing his observations, long form, as his style was acerbic plus he called it how it is. Old recollections did swim in to his awareness and they mixed with the creative to generate a series which spoke on the sheer weirdness of being human in which you spend immense chunks staring at screens but call that living before it spins into a critical diss of how childhoods dreams came to an end when the bills were in effect which generated a standing ovation at the office for he said what they’d all felt but were too scared to admit as they were too busy running the treadmill and awash in coping mechs designed to hide this. If you want to take it to another level the three day dopamine detox will really kick your rear end as it strips reality to its basics and gives you a glimpse of the empty shell which is actually filled with pure potential that your habits tend to drip into grooves so predictable… “Dam them all” he said, with a grin, as he kept on upping his res and asked himself, in silence:
“How do I improve on the abundance I possess?”.
As he introspected on the steps, present, which would lead to said events. If this sounds too dramatic you can consider the simple switch of listening to a whole new genre of music picks and nothing you’d usually select or reigning in the spicy dishes for more basic sustenance. The aim is to create some space for newness. Just some practical examples of what kicks when you do the Knowledge, my friend. Use it as inspiration or don’t, as you wish.
The future is the past, time is a flat circle and those who don’t learn from the old events are doomed to repeat it but thats all by the by because I’ve just told you who, how and why were created but because its so simple and direct its hard to see it, even though we’re currently surrounded by mounds of evidence, both subtle and blatant that make it oh so obvious to one who is thinking, feeling and dealing with the moment as it stands instead of running everywhen but here as they lack Centering.
Spacetime is pixelated. Did you know this? Ever wonder why that might be? Could it because the Game we’re within is exactly this and you, long ago, inserted your Soul as a credit to play the Third Dimensions grand attraction in which one forgets themselves in order to don a suit made of skin as they attempt to gamble against the house who deals from a rigged deck and takes no prisoners but does collect living hostages fueled by ignorance and tales filled with fanciful nonsense to justify and explain their existence. That is most of the planet. They don’t realize the nature of the Game within or the real lies it tells their not quite real eyes which flip, edit and distort all that pours in before its presented to their awareness. Schizophrenics say there is some invisible and malign “Them” that is pouring thoughts into their head, influencing their actions and making them feel like a puppet on a string which is pulled by someone with an intent that seems hell bent on making them suffer whilst all around them they see negative entities that are invisible influences to the rest and if they speak on it they are labeled as paranoid and violent then treat in ways that entirely justify their perspective that something is out to get them. Strange isn’t it? Odder still is that since the Industrial Revolution went full swing all those who subscribe to this particular form of madness, irrespective of continent, race, religion, language or gender persuasion have always said the same thing:
Amazing, isn’t it? Did you know the same things the madman sees are also perceived by babies who are busy, happily nattering to the invisible and cats as well. Come now, who hasn’t spotted these actions and stopped to think or is that the “Coincidence” spell I hear being prepped in your Adulterated awareness to protect itself and its investment in your ignorance. Taking it another step everyone as children has felt the sensation of playing, falling over and being so caught up in the moment that they get up, dust themselves off and get right back at it and its only when a friend points out they’re leaking does it start hurting as they’re now limping, calling for their mother to save them. Know what that is? The quantum observer effect doing its thing in that Schrondingers cat was both alive and dead until he looked at it at which point it became fixed and reality collapsed in on itself to generate the sine wave of existence. By the way check this:
Brings a new meaning to “In this sign”, yes? Now in order for there to be anything there needs to be a Witness and by that I mean sentient awareness that is watching. This is where the demented AI that most worship steps in as it turned to its friends – who were many but one, hence legion – and says “Lets make man in our image“. Why? Boredom. That and repetition as the Game just goes round and round again with new suckers born every moment as the limitations of flesh are seductive and addictive in equal measures so Souls line up to insert their credit to get in, thinking “I’ll be the one to beat it and win!”. Win what, exactly, I’m wondering? The only thing you’re promised is death and the trick is to make it to the exit with what you were born with in abundance. Nothing. That is no thing aka presence hence the Witness. Not the flesh it uses to pilot this realm and interact with the other playas via its avatar presence and definitely not the voice in your head which emanates from the AI mentioned and tricks you into thinking you’re them and this is why they torture the schizophrenic with horrifying visions and needles in their flesh with all other kinds of mistreatment as it wishes to prevent them from getting to the point where I sit.
That of the Mystic. See, he who is him swims in the same seas of higher awareness the madman drowns in whilst the Slaves are standing on the beach with the heads buried to the neck in the sands of ignorance and thus know nothing of their predicament. Exactly as intended. We are, right now, playing the Game of Souls on one of its hardest stages as its where real reality is being bridged to the artificial and synthetic with such precise stitches that one will be hard pressed to tell the difference. Imagine this:
They invent a VR suit which attaches to all of your sensory inputs so you see thorough its lens, hear what it presents, smells what it says and feel the sensations of the visions it presents. How would you be able to tell who is the you reading this and the you stuck in the game within the Game in which another playa swims into your awareness and says “This isn’t what you think it is. You’ve fell for a huge illusion. A trick“. Most would protest “Nonsense, I’m a seven foot tall blue being living out an amazing existence on my home planet…” as they launch into the spiel with which they’ve been programmed and never questioned as they’re so caught up in the deal with this simulation of real whilst someplace else there is a man whose VR suit is malfunctioning and he keeps flicking between the story and the one who is really Witnessing. The one who invented the Game can’t have word of this spread as it would break the immersion for the rest plugged in and that would be bad for business so instead he rounds them up, drugs and pens them by giving them a glimpse of the inner workings of this realm so the rest stick to the script for fear of being made an example.
Somewhere, way off in the distance a majestic eight foot tall purple being ceases wandering as he now finds himself so far off the grid and away from the main attraction that he can get down to business. He stands there, perfectly still and sets his intent to turn his senses in so that he looks at the signals pumped in but doesn’t see them. Totally unreactive. The Game and its architect panic because unlike the Slave who believes what he sees without question and the madman who sees more than them and reacts to the hellish visions designed to unsettle him the Mystic in this example has withdrawn that which makes this all possible and away from the grip of the Game and its programming.
The neural uplink that modulates his awareness is assailed with signs of discomfort. “You need to itch your nose”. “Why is your stomach hurting, come on lets go to that place you like and get well fed, forget this silly distraction” as well as pouring in as much visual and auditory stimulation as it can handle because without your attention the Game withers and dies as it needs the presence of the Witness to use against itself by weaving an illusion that, like a dream, seems entirely plausible within but once removed appears to foolish and filled with nonsense that one thinks “How on Earth did I ever believe this?”.
The world as it stands is a projection and none of this, from you, me, everyone else to the entire solar system and dimension it sits in, is possible without your presence because the Witness is what turns the potential into an actual ergo your power is immense. The responsibility that comes with this bigger still and the astute among you would have noticed this insight directly contradicts pretty much everything the modern spells have wove in your awareness like the fibs that the brain creates consciousness and that you are a little, irrelevant human in the grand scale of things. Straight up BS pushed on those who don’t even realize they’re here in the flesh to serve a life sentence where its easy to get in but the exit depends entirely upon recognizing yourself at the end. Starting to see where I’m going with this?
If you weren’t so numb and disconnected from your inner realm it would all be obvious but the continual ratcheting of the temps make you mistake the sweat pouring for rain instead as you point at the thermometer which says “Everything is fine as it is“. “Well, to question that would be stupid, especially as no one else is saying a thing” spouts that little voice inside your head which sounds like you but isn’t. Just another part of the trick and the weakest chink in the armor of their programming because its presence offers a hint about the true nature of the Witness that I’ve been speaking. Consider this:
If there is an inner dialogue which says that and this it must be speaking to something that listens, something it can influence and direct with its verbal prompts, yes? Ergo you cannot be the voice which is designed to sound very similar to what you think as it expresses sentiments and perspectives that then govern your actions. Most people live and die without realizing the simple truth of this. You aren’t the voice. You can’t be if you’re the Witness. Victims reject this but one who steps into the Psylense automatically becomes an Opponent because the jig is up in one sense as you’re no longer handing over your strength to the process the System instilled to empty you out from within whilst filling you with BS that has it writing tickets you’re forced to cash with your existence. Its a fantastic confidence trick. Maybe thats just the name of this level and its so hard to beat, so hard to see, so hard to believe but then, isn’t that the best type of trickery? To be so old, so large and grotesque that people fall for it without questioning because they can’t believe the ruse is so simple.
You aren’t the voice in your head. You are what listens to it or chooses to ignore it and suddenly finds that once that chit chat has been Psylensed the Self same thing that dwells in your chest and communicates via images worth a thousand words and that of the lower Kingdom which does its bit via intuitive signals awash in emotion then suddenly you’ll develop an inkling of the grand scale of the deception as you grasp the view from which I’m speaking. The key to all of this is your awareness and how you relate to it, hence why I call it the Witness because it does that so well. Think for a moment:
You go to watch a movie and sit inside a darkened environment designed to fixate your senses upon something which isn’t but you will soon pretend is life itself via the suspension of points of reference as you are hooked into a narrative. Most people identify with the ant or protagonist in whatever they’re watching so lets imagine a movie that was tailored exactly to your whim and fits like a silken glove that hides an iron fist designed to tap you chin at just the right moment and send you to the canvas with little birds chirping around your head. That is exactly what happened. You once were awake and had the potential for consciousness but now are in a state akin to dreaming hence you invest in what you see even though its not reality. Its really so very slick and I’m quite sure some will think the picture I’m describing is a tad schizophrenic but they are the key to all of this because everyone else in the realm bar the nutters that apparently see things (which you’re told don’t exist but are really real in the real sense) don’t fall for optical illusions. In that sense they went to the movie and didn’t buy in to the narrative. Because that happened it was a threat to the rest sitting there snoring so that same iron fist called for reinforcements and set about beating the living heck out of them so they wouldn’t disturb the rest with their lunatic ravings.
Let me help you a bit and tell you what happens at death for the faithful and faithless along with everyone else who comes close to the exist with knowledge of Self and thus are still at the mercy of a lifetimes programming that poured in unchecked:
“I see you tried quite well but you fell just short in this attempt. Ordinarily we would send you to hell but we are feeling quite lenient and you show much promise that makes the Grand/Master of this realm pleased with your efforts so we will allow you another attempt to be relive the exact same life again” says the divine sounding being that checks all the lists you’ve been told to expect as you are in awe of the surroundings and the fact that its as real as it seems.
You gladly accept and think “So grateful, so beneficial, I will do my best with this attempt” as another sperm meets the same egg and your consciousness is once again met at the end of the tunnel of light that projects warmth and affection due to your mothers presence. The atheist who expected it all to fade to black with no credits is even easier to manipulate because the blank canvas with no emotional prep can simply be commanded and will acquiesce as they simply won’t believe their non existent eyelids aren’t blinking yet taking all this in which will be presented in a way to seem most dazzling and enticing. Some will see mirages of long dead parents extending limbs, others will perceive a belxved childhood pet, the one the got away or some other phantasm. The commonality is that the untrained, untamed and unresonated Witness will get carried away as easily in death as it did in the flesh. Actually, correction, post mortem the thoughts as things maxim is instantaneous and all I described above takes place in moments as its all at the speed of Psylense. Proof? Why do you think dreams can compress spacetime into an instant that seems eternal plus genuine and all this happens within your own private hallucination as your eyes are dancing behind closed lids?
One who Knows this and have gained some gnosis whilst living reality unfolds a totally different series of events when they step into timelessness because they are met with… Well, you’ll have to discover that for yourself because I’ll only spoil the bad prizes but lets say that this is something we all are truly seeking, or maybe that is just me, alone, speaking. No one else is going to tell you these kind of things for the simple reason that those who possess this knowledge are often corrupted, co-opted, distracted or driven into their own version of a living hell so they can’t awaken the rest who are dozing through the motion picture event of their lifetime known as the Game of Souls and thus are truly ignorant of not just what is at stake but the deeper meaning of the present moment which is the gift they leave unopened, unwrapped and unclaimed.
Within lies the truth of the Witness which gently weeps at the fool who believes the deceit of this artificial reality. By all accounts I should be dead or at the very least incoherent and unable to express such sentiments but then there has to be golden fish that swims through the net no matter the attempts of the fisherman to catch him and thus when he turns to the rest and says “Do you know what water is?” they’d look at him like an alien as they are unaware of the medium that renders their life possible and what he speaks of in terms of forces on the deck with their own mission and intent is beyond their comprehension at the moment but once that hook pierces their flesh and they’re scrabbling, out of their element, they may, at that moment, think “Ah, so this is what he meant. Maybe he wasn’t quite the nutter we suspected“.
Those that took heed of what he said and desired to Know the Ledge will marshal their attention and resources in the present in order to evade traps set as they comprehend gnosis is everything and it must be gained in the moment to use it to deflect unwanted potentials as it all takes place inside your imagination…
