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I would like you to imagine an atomic torch. Unlike the basic flex of chipping the shell in order to deliver death they have refined the tech so that you can press a button and unleash a slice of light to illuminate what you wish then select again and take it back to a containing shell that hides immense strength. Better yet, lets pretend the above thing you just imagined is a light saber instead. Yeah, thats much more accurate and entertaining because it takes something quite slick and turns it into a weapon of death. You know the only thing mightier than the sword is the pen, yes? It doesn’t matter how much they advance or regress the tech because, in the end, the one I’m pushing shares a wisdom from beyond his realm which can only be called gnosis of the numinous and this, with an ironic twist, brings us back to the ghost in the shell which started this topic:

The human Soul.

We are, at our most basic, pure consciousness. This, when undiluted, is what I term Inner Sense. It vanishes, real quick, into this life sentence and because this process is as slick as it is painful most will never, ever set off on the quest to reclaim their inheritance. In many ways its like being born into a mansion and then, somehow, you’re swindled into renting a drafty basement in the same building whilst paying top whack rent to those who profit from tricking. If you managed to comprehend there is a reason why there are images of you, your folks and lineages all over the walls and wished to claim your divine heritage they’d yell “Stop noticing!” and call you worse than Hitler himself. Ironic, yes?

Imagine you could get the whole world to BS itself and then tear each other to shreds about that and this whilst remaining solidly ignorant of what I mentioned? Tell me, my friend, would you class these people as less than human for being stupid? What about Slaves? Would that be more accurate? How about the ones who did this and profit from the ignorance? Would Slave/Masters be ignorant? And of the one who sits atop the pyramid, eyeing his creation in degradation? What of he? God or Devil? I’ll let you tell it… Isn’t it amazing that those ignorant of what I’ve just said could, very easily, be convinced that life in the flesh is heaven sent due to the pleasures they filch and string into a narrative whilst those who Know the shadows depth would say something else that, quite often, massively contradicts the official narrative which, at this moment, has 8 billion Souls swindled out of their respective Kingdoms whilst they choose to pay rent to a galactic Merchant of Venice that rubs his palms in glee at how well he doth fleece the ship as he grins like a villain and means it whilst counting his pounds of flesh that lumber around in ignorance…

I would like to introduce you to a concept I call the Earthday Suit. It is, as you can imagine, another term for the flesh you are wearing and much like the atomic torch mentioned off rip it hyperconducts pure consciousness that is then trained to “Sit still! Look ahead and do well on the test otherwise your parents will stress and withdraw their affection!” using various arrays and stacks of Catch Twenty Two situations. That, in and of itself, is an immense hint about the whole square head way of doing things which is also quite suggestive of what truly kicks in this realm as the frogs in the kitchen aren’t sweating for nothing but how many suspect the nature of the chef that placed them in pans, translucent, filled with water that he amps in increments? Or degrees, if you will. Which points back to the square heads as why the F would anyone wish to partake in a ritual which makes them another brick in the wall of ignorance? Oh yes, thats why! Because of the old script of wanting to please their parents by regurgitating what the teach said to do well on the test then get into debt in order to earn more than the rest so they can pay it back (with interest) as they instruct their kids, real well, on how to run the psychosocial treadmill that was etched in their consciousness as the only sane option and thus worth considering – even if it generally makes them miserable. But they won’t admit this. Oh hell no! They’re too invested in the narrative, fractured from within and entirely ignorant of the entire sketch hence the Earthday Suit topic is one of earthshaking importance because I’m not just pushing the pen so you nod your head in assent. Far from it. Pick this argument to shreds, flip it around, play the angles, feelsee if it makes sense to that silence in your chest that Knows far more than the voice in your head that attempts to drown it in constant noiZ and manipulation as that is simply an agent of the Slave/Masters designed to keep you hooked on phonics and not comprehending what truly kicks.

Can you imagine a race track? The lines are neatly etched and each lane is made for those within to sprint. They are focused on the win and know that others are doing the same but are also confident they can win as their intent is to get ahead. Now, lets pretend that instead of being uniform, solid and predictable the flat circle of time in their head is actually revealed to be a sphere. What then? Suddenly what they prepped you to handle makes no sense as the elements seem to melt and shuffle at random which really interferes with your running. Worse still there are these tricky clown looking demons that grin as they tie your shoelaces together before the pistol bings and, sometimes, they drop those ACME cartoon holes in the track that have you falling into other realms in a scene that melts and shifts before your eyes and makes very little sense.

What I’ve just described is the difference between two states of mind. Both exist within. One access billions of bits of information per second and thus is far more rich and vivid than the other which process 8, at best. I mean, have you ever wondered why if I yell out a phone number and ask you to recollect you’ll do pretty well around this but if it gets to ten you forget unless you make a song and dance of it in which case your recollection doth leap, exponentially? What of nursery rhymes, my friend? Peep what was missing from the script they etched in your head, back when, and let me know if it makes sense or if I’m reaching like Dhalsim:

Row, row, row your boat (made of flesh),
gently down the stream (of consciousness).
Merrily, merrily, merrily (for fear is false evidence appearing real),
life is but a dream (within a dream).

See, if they told you off rip and you still accepted the loud part without checking the fine print then that is your problem, isn’t it? Thats how the karma bandits think as they’ll happily pimp the laws their advantage whilst placing the boot on your neck for imagined transgressions. Like carbon taxes and this whole performance because a) it was invented by a petroleum company who wished to clear up their image and b) the super rich use way more than the rest combined who are too dim to click its just another stealth tax stomping holes in their rear end as they line up to accept the indignity of being wanded and nearly stripped whilst paying more for less, yet again. Remember, this may seem foil of tin thinking but when they told you to stay indoors, isolate and be scared to death they themselves were partying without an F given and saying “Nope, you can’t hug your dying grams as conditions are red with this whole COVID things so talk through the glass, pleb”. Tell me I’m lying. Better yet, check their narrative via the lens of what I said as you own the Kingdom where you are forced to pay rent. Thats the real terrorism but none dare admit it…

So, we have a cloud of undifferentiated consciousness that floats, high above this realm, in what you could term the heavens. It is made up of cells that vibrate at an immense rate of potential. They are, in effect, singing and dancing. After a while there is a point shift and some start falling as rain, getting more dense in the process. The thrill is immense as is the nascent sense of “Me-ness” they are developing. The water pools as it hits the deck and this is akin to the concentration camp wing of the System aka schooling. On the other end of this comes out nicely formed snowmen who are, ironically, in their lowest, most fixed state of vibration and have heads full of Thunk and chests that miss freedom. This is how you were kicked out of the mansion you once possessed. Read this free eBook for an in depth glance at your sanctum and its current state of disrepair as well as the true nature of the voice in your head that is a pimp, par excellence, and not beyond smacking a high note out of your ass to get the performance it wishes. After all, disrespect of one so ignorant is almost expected, as standard, because who in their right mind would accept this type of treatment? Well, considering 8 billion Souls do its kind of effective, yes? Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I don’t run the treadmill as I saw the trick coming which is why they’ve attempted, many times, to hand deliver death to me as I won’t bend the knee and join them in the suppression of the rest and thus am a major threat as I remind you of the things you were made to forget.

Chief among them is Inner Sense. This is the falling rain state of consciousness which is still plugged in to the undifferentiated. Many call this “god” or other such labels which I avoid due to the inherent baggage and prefer the term Psylense as its so perfect because its seen from within and is very quiet as well which means its quite easy to miss with a head full of noiZ that has been programmed, real well, by the System that erects and sustains the treadmill of work, buy, consume, die you run from one life to the next, get mindwiped and do it again with a fresh shell wrapped around your unfinite consciousness. I’ve been here before. I literally died and came back to share this text so do with it what you will but do consider what I’ve said as your life may just depend on it. Unless you are hell bent on “being human” as you stand at the bottom end of the totem and believe you’re the apex. That is exactly what the predator of consciousness feasting and beasting on you wants you to think. Or Thunk, if we’re being correct as that is what happens once the Dual Reality Principle kicks in as what once flew like the rain on the plain in Spain is now a frozen chunk of solid water that may or may not be melting due to a totally unrelated process called mass awakening but they’ll sell as climate shift so they can pimp a few more shekels from what they print out of air thats thin and back with nothing but your imagination as ye, the gluten intolerant, sprint for your daily bread whilst covered with sweat you try real hard to present isn’t happening as you slather soft metals on your flesh to further dim your flame. Thats the Game, my friend. Thats the Game and, right now, it has you in the grip of velvet lined iron fist as the voice in your head says:

“Pay no heed to the man speaking on the one behind the curtain. What he has said is entirely preposterous and makes no sense. Soon he’ll tell you that English is a programming language designed to unleash mass wickedness and ignorance on this realm”.

Well, is it? The sheer amount of days of independence linked to this tiny island that raped and looted the natives across this realm is immense so maybe there is something to what they said? After all, they waved triple crosses in your dish whilst doing it, yes? And then there is the link with the infamous “stiff upper lip” that made Chief comment that the white man speaks with a tongue, forked, as they handed him a smallpox laced blanket then celebrated thanksgiving for what they were actually taking. See what I’m saying, yet? Probably not because only 8% are capable of doing the Knowledge and seeing through the camera tricks in a quest for gnosis so if thats ye then keep freestyling as you will know well that its not what I said but your own feltsense of the present moment that is important. We are on a mission to reclaim our Kingdom from these hyper-dimensional invaders and its quite a challenge but we grin and relish it as we Know we’re playing the Game of Souls on its hardest level and thus create the Path by walking with the intent of liberation. Back to the Earthday Suit:

This is the famous six, six, six made flesh as the shell wrapped around your awareness via which you encode what I’ve said is made from carbon which features exactly those particles just like you spend two thirds of your time in this realm and one in bed which, as a decimal, is the number after five but before seven, spinning off into the distance. This is why they call you ignorant, my friend, as they’re like:

“What the F? How the hell do they not get it? Its so blatant and right in front of them? I mean, every school kid get the fact that the Earth orbits at six, six, six, six, six, six MPH along with the carbon bit so if they’re too dim to stitch together the missing link then they deserve it, innit?”.

Not to mention a whole host of things that are pinged around the planet using a similar frame of reference as well as the fact that the speed of sound also reps the same digits. Cue “Ackshually”:

“Actually, the speed of sound according to this Wiki says:

So that is a stretch and you are incorrect. Please wait as I post this to Reddit for some upvotes from the adjusted well and obviously more intelligent as you’re reaching with this one and thus I discount the your argument based on one point of reference I have debunked with some swift click, click, click”.

OK, my prime specimen of human excellence in the flesh whose life is filled with meaningful connections and immense happiness at ones Self actualization of the highest potent, lets do this!

Three Four Three meters per second = Seven Sixty Seven MPH = Six Six Seven Knots which equals One Two Three Five KPH, yes?

The speed of sound depends on the temperature and content of the air as these things tend to shift and are not often static. The example linked from a university of excellence says a max of Three Fifty Eight m/s and Three Thirty point Four of the same metric at a dip. Average them and we get Three Four Four and a whole load of digits behind it. Whats interesting is that we can already see the variance but if we punch in this string:

Which is quite close to the one rounded on your example we find it equates to a string of Sixes when flipped to Knots which then, as a point of interest, show another nice encoded sequence:

Men lie, women lie but numbers tell the truth which is why they, along with signs and symbols, rule this realm due to the influence they exert on the plebs and, while we’re here, could you debunk this as well:

As big chunks of things built across the planet seem to show odd forms of correlation that modern science says is impossible for such primitives. Could it be, as I suspect, we are a fallen race and, at best, amnesiac gods trapped inside a creation of our own ignorance or is it something more malefic at the helm? I don’t Know, yet, but have plenty of questions and the more answers I get simply up my resolution. Other factors for your consideration is that we all accept the Earths tilt sits at Twenty Three point Four degrees, yes? Well that means the quadrant is Ninety and if we do some quick mathematics that pesky Six, repetitive, pops up again. Same with its professed orbital speed and its curvature drop in each mile as well, apparently. Doesn’t anyone else go in, see dense with these things or does the flicker of Inner Sense in your chest attempt to get to your head before being doused with a spell that says “Coincidence!” instead and dampens the ember from illuminating your true position in the Mind Made Prison located in the left hemisphere of your head? Actually, thats a dope segue so lets groove on it:

Have you ever noticed how a child, when concentrating, pokes out their tongue? Know why this is? Its because it unlocks the creative right side of your brain by causing the voice in their head to shut the F up. Its something I also noticed, again and again, with schizophrenics who either, literally, hold their tongue with fingertips or clamp down with teeth instead. This is an immense topic of which I’m just dropping a hint but test your Self. Where does yours rest, on average? Mine, without question, is always pressed up on the top palette and has been since I stepped in. It was something I considered standard equipment until I commenced training in certain martial arts in which it was said to be a grand secret that connected the bodies electromagnetic circuit and bought the head, chest and abdomen (aka Three Kingdoms) into resonance. Not only this but it offers a handy, dandy side effect of optimal cranial development which means your teeth fit in your head and this makes you look more attractive when you grin. Did you know there was a direct study and link between so called primitive villagers pre and post industrialization? They, to a man, lost bone structure, facial depth and jaw strength due to the processed goop they were eating. Food, quite literally, for thought on that one as most of what sits on your shelves is pimped with additives and things to ensure a reup and profits with your health being real low on the totem. Like I mentioned elsewhen, these so called “fresh” apples are actually ancient and the fruity equivalent of a BBL as they really aren’t that perky or natural once you sink your teeth in as the appeal is mainly visual. Very indicative of the modern realm, yes? Will the plastic surgery gen hate their kids for seeing their unaugmented features reflected back at them? Better yet if you married a surgical ten who professed genetic excellence but were actually tricked and your sprigs look nothing like this bish isn’t that grounds for litigation like buying a tin of Coke and getting off brand contents instead? What if you were raised on the fake and had no other comparison? Like being stuck in a dream that doesn’t end or a Game you’re playing using your Soul as a credit which demands you invest in the character and script like your life depended on it? What then?

Man, Three K words and I still ain’t said the main thing but plenty of meandering as we kick the ballistics. Lets outline the sketch, yes?

OK, so there is a pure cloud of consciousness from which we descended. Once upon a when the Souls that came to Earth were more vapor than solid and that was a literal higher dimension of living. Over time this dims and we fell as individual and collective when the rains kicked in. Once again entropy does it thing and the waters of consciousness are pooling as collective levels of intelligence and reasoning in which people may or may not have been telepathic. I mean, don’t you think its odd that you can tell, ten times out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of your head or how an old friend you ain’t seen since back when pops into your awareness and you run into them later at the market? I ponder this stuff and, back when, I used to perch my chair on two legs to offset the neurokinetic boredom of school and (with tongue pressed behind lips) would undulate my spinal column to collect an energetic charge behind my eyes which I then sent with a command at the teach to drop the chalk in his grip. Was I the cause creating an effect or was it all just willful coincidence in the head of a wild jit that refused to acquiesce and let those who wish to trespass against into his Kingdom? I’ll let you tell it…

These pools of water hit a chill and people stop singing the songs of collective resonance aka the Babel event. Now we have languages instead and this brings conflict as resources become thin and the Game we’re playing using our Souls with credits shifts to another level. Into this they create the standardization of rote repetition I call the concentration camp wing of the System which pretends to teach you how to think but actually instructs you in what to Thunk instead. Do well on the test, parents grin, get in debt and earn more to pay it off as you impress the rest who also run the treadmill from here till death without questioning the sketch.

What makes this possible, my friend, is the Earthday Suit as you need it to interact with this realm. If you don’t have one then a “ghost” aka disembodied awareness with no fleshy point of reference can hijack another and it will present as reincarnation when its actually an immense hint about what truly kicks and the accurate model of consciousness which, handily, ties in really well with the invisible influences that all schizos attest are all around them as well as the one manifesting as the voice in your head with its mercurial shifts that make you say and do things you often regret as you’re laying in bed at Two AM being tortured by its presence as it grins and says:

“You too? You too? What kind of fool says that in response to the waitress saying enjoy your food? I bet she’s still laughing about it with her friends. What an idiot!”.

How many comprehend they can’t be the voice if they are that which listens? Not many, I’d bet. This is why one must learn to discern the milk of Inner Sense from the waters that Adulterate it by doing the Knowledge as the flesh is capable of some pretty amazing things. Like I said in another article, you could place physically similar women who spoke only English, Italian or French in front of me as silhouettes of them walking and I’d tell, real quick, which ones were from across the channel due to the way their phonics reflect their embodiment as there is an immense difference between the languages of romance and a stiff upper lip, yet? Same with why most Americans can’t drive stick and the deeper implications of this I’ll let you ponder for Self. The main thing is that for each stage of the Game from golden age to the lead becoming bronzed the baby brain is identical but its how it programmed that makes all of the difference. Me, as you can probably guess, didn’t get the memo you all did because for many lifetimes I’ve been on another quest:

Liberation aka get free or thrive trying because when the worst that could already happen, did, what else can you do but leave the pieces on the deck and keep on moving as you up your resolution and ponder what the F is going on in this realm where it seems the collective fell at the first hurdle and moved into a tenement set up by a slum landlord operation well versed in Slave/Mastering to pimp the rest into this way of living which is, in the end, just an option and akin to a state of hypnosis as this entire realm plays out inside your consciousness. Now, obviously, the 81% who are well adjusted won’t like this and neither will the 11% that trained them to Thunk like this take well to what I’m sharing but who cares about them? Let the dead bury the dead, yes? I’m here for my 8%, those capable of awakening the Warrior within and bringing Inner Sense to the helm as I assure you you are capable of spectacular things that will make the coming era of Techno Sapiens where Siri slides into their iris seem like the pale imitation it really is of what is possible because what their augmented flesh presents is merely a glimpse of our true strength which is being drip fed to create this immense illusion that tempts you back from one life to the next to run various forms of treadmills and even the human agents that assist this off world intelligence aren’t aware that they too are getting pimped via the same thing in a different octave as I strongly suspect the Game was hacked, back when, and there may be a chance that is more thick than slim that I was around and helped make that happen as its the only thing that makes sense of why I decode when most are encoding as I’m quite certain that other Souls who would’ve been through what I did would either be outsane or dead as its no joke going against the grain since inception but its what, in the end, turns coal into diamonds aka being an alchemist in the flesh which is the art of transcendence.

Stop and think about what I’ve said next time you are sitting, all alone, and feel the unshakable sense of being stared at or that odd flex of walking though a spiders web and finding nothing on your face when your hand is raised to check along with the perennial fave of a sudden drop in temp that feels like a strange chill as all three offer immense hints about what happens to light when its bent at ninety degrees in a vacuum but thats a deeper topic as this is about ye and the flesh you’re wearing to decode what I said as your eyes scan from left to right and take in these glyphs impressed upon your consciousness via a black mirror which, for some reason, has an odd resonance with both three major religions and the planet Saturn.

Well, what are you waiting for? The Knowledge won’t do itself!

Till we meet again

You’ve never heard this term but you’ll know the process it describes very well as its a symptom of the modern trends of living we all engage in. Allow me to illustrate with some examples:

Fred has to revise as he has a huge test coming upon which rests the foundations of his career so he’ll either be bagging groceries in a dead end or taking the nascent steps that mark his ascent toward management. For some strange reason since the timeline has been looming he’s found so many other things that pop up swiftly and become all consuming. Case in point, yesterday he sat down to revise and happened to spy the books on his shelf were out of array and in a mess. Not only this but on closer inspection there was dust everywhere. Looking around he decides the room is a mess and sets off to the kitchen to grab cleaning supplies and sets diligently to sorting his environment. In his head he thinks “It’ll just take fifteen minutes and then I can settle into to my practice test”. With an unusual level of intense focus that he doesn’t seem to notice he strips the entire shelf of all of its content and then sets to placing them back in alphabetical order before deciding it would be better to categorize them instead.

Checking back in a few hours we see he has moved the desk to a new position and is currently stripping the chair to grease that squeaky wheel thats been irritating him before he dives out into the yard to collect the mattress he’d left airing and pull in the sheets that had been air drying. He sticks his room back together and stands there taking it all in with a grin as it looks immaculate. “Perfect” he thinks, as he walks through his small apartment and then decides on the spur of the moment “No point leaving this mess” and turns his attention to the rest which he hasn’t really touched since he moved in. With the same vigor and zeal he demonstrated with calculating the best use of space and natural light for optimal studying in his bedroom he attacks the rest of the house.

By now its nightfall and the moon is flying high. He stands there with a smile looking proud of what he’s done. As he should because his home is now immaculate and arranged to perfection as his focus and drive was so intense that it even surprised him as he can be quite a slob, as is expected of students and those in training.

Thing is he hasn’t done a lick of studying. The thought never even crept in during his domestic adventuring and now he feels the panic setting in because he knows he should have been revising as the big test is looming and so much of his future does hinge upon this ninety minute performance. He’s “A natural born salesman” they said as they were suitably impressed by his vim and affable grin and should his results generate the same resonance then its a fast tracked career to management for him. He couldn’t believe his luck because he’d always struggled with this and its why education really wasn’t for him but then minimum wage kind of stinks so he decided he had no choice but to get on with it because being broke at twenty six is starting to give him the chills and hanging with his friends online doesn’t pay the bills. “This really is it” he thinks, as he sits at the desk watching the clock tick with a mock test in front of him and suddenly the tiredness kicks in. He is exhausted from all the work he’s put in and needs a good nights kip so he decides to turn in and set his alarm for early instead. “That way I can get up nice and fresh to a home which is also the same thing and we can do this!” he thinks as he settles in, feeling a sense of accomplishment at how productive his days been and the unusual level of focus he could feel motivating his actions.

See usually he’s quite distracted. “Starts five projects at once and finishes none of them” his mother said as his father nodded and that was the script he’d been living and summed up his story since a kid. “He’s a smart lad and could go far. If only he’d apply himself” every single report had read since he’d enrolled in kindergarten. This is why he had to move out because his parents thought they’d been too soft on him and this was his last chance to prove himself.

As fate would have it he had an amazing nights rest. So great, in fact, that he slept right through his alarm and by the time he raised his head the sun was moving toward west. Panic crept in real quick and a jolt of adrenaline went coursing through his system “No, no, no! This can’t be happening!” he wails as he dashes from bed and logs in for the test only to be greeted with the text that the intake period has came to an end. So much for the plan to take the mock test at Five AM, study his results, revise and then do the real thing at Ten as he’d intended.

He jumps up screaming and picks up the phone to dial in, hoping to explain to them the circumstances that happened and how if they could just let him log in he’s all prepared and could ace it with one attempt.

I’ll let you guess the rest of Freds tale because it should be Self evident how his adventure ends. This is a perfect example of Hyper-Avoidant Distractivity. Does the scenario ring any bells? Seem familiar in any sense because ordinarily you couldn’t have paid him to tidy up with that level of concentration and focus and yet he did. “Stupid, stupid, stupid” he chastises himself after the lady on the phone tells him that he had seventy two hours to sign in and their records said that he’d only spent thirty five minutes in total doing mock tests so they don’t think his skillset is that of management but they’d be happy to keep him on the floor as a salesperson.

See people look at Fred and they see an immense amount of promise due to his fierce intellect and palpable presence which verges on the intense but feels so authentic because when he talks you want to listen. Thing is he’s never been able to settle down for a while and actually pass a test because he has a tendency to wing it and leave things till the last moment.

If only he could’ve marshaled the same resources he used to clean his apartment, he thinks as he wonders how to get out of this mess because you don’t get a second chance to make first impressions and now they’ll never promote him. “Damn, damn, damn” he states as he paces around feeling frantic wondering what his parents are going to think of him when he breaks the news to them after hyping it up as a done deal, a sure thing.

In the interim lets take a glimpse under the lid of Fred and we’ll notice something interesting. He is a nervous wreck. Raised on the web he knows nothing but distractions and dopamine hits because we are all born to seek pleasure and avoid stress but his thrill seeking is almost hedonistic as his childhood wasn’t the best and the screen provided an escape for him from the environment he was birthed in. He was a slender child that was stupendously inquisitive and found everything interesting but it was more so the starting than finishing that intrigued him because there was so much to learn and it was always onto the next thing.

I’m sure you’re starting to build an image of the events that formed him and provided the raw material of experience that led to this moment so lets delve in to what actually happened in his head when faced with the prospect of the test and the immense stress this brings. He knew, on some level, that he had a problem but he liked how the energy drinks made him feel and since he knew no other way to be than he his attention that flits freely provided a thrill because without it life would be so boring. During his two decades and change on the planet he’d acquired an immense amount of anxiety he bundled within and tried to keep it pressed under the surface because as long as it was out of mind he didn’t have to think of it so he filled his life with distractions and rarely had a moment of boredom. Focus and concentration were an odd pairing because, as demonstrated, he could engage in the most inane of things with crazily intense perspective that verged on the myopic as he developed total tunnel vision on what he was doing. Thing is it often was something totally different than what should be consuming his attention. Its like his wires were crossed and even though he’d do whatever he did really well that which was supposed to be handled had fell by the wayside again. Like this he drifts from one distraction to the next, never stopping to think that the problem and thus solution can only come from within.

The reason why he acts like this is quite simple. He is afraid to win. The thought of completing something actively petrifies him on subconscious level because of an event in his childhood he can barely recollect as the sands of time have obscured what went down and placed a lot of distance between him and the sensations that still live within and are remembered full well via his inner childs Inner Sense. If you ask him he’d say something like “My Dad had had a few drinks and was feeling upset when I came running in with the score from my test and in my excitement I tripped and fell in to the TV set and sent it flying”.

What had actually happened was that his father was a raging alcoholic in the operative sense and had been looking for a vent after his wife had told him she was thinking of leaving him if he didn’t pack it all in and, worst of all, she intended to stick him with the kid because she couldn’t handle him by herself and wanted to live a little. They’d been arguing all afternoon and she’d stormed out earlier saying she was going to stay with a friend and he’d been sitting there sipping and this is when young Fred comes running in with his A+ graded examination that he couldn’t wait to show them.

“Hi, Dad! Where’s Mum? I’ve got something amazing I want you to read” he said, so caught up in his accomplishment he didn’t notice the countenance of the flesh that made him was still reeling from the divorce papers his wife had served him and then threatened to leave him with the kid. “You little bastard” he yelled as he jumped up and smacked him. The kid went flying and hit the TV set and it all shattered around him as he lay on the floor yelping as his father threw in a few digs taking his rage out and yelling. “It’s all your fault, you stupid idiot. I hate the sight of you, you cretin. You make me sick to my stomach because you remind me of that bitch who thinks she can do me like this”.

As I’m certain you can picture the childs joy became a living hell as he tried to make sense of what he’d did to deserve such a reaction and the only thing his developing brain could muster in the moment was that “Passing test = punishment” and this Pattern thundered down to his R Complex after being saturated by emotion in the Limbic System. And thus, as a kid, the script was penned, there and then which made him allergic to success because what couldn’t be processed by the kid was instead repressed, edited and shunted out of his awareness as he chopped up the events, pushed them to a distance and did what he had to to keep on living.

His parents sorted out their issues and stayed together in the end because the thought of starting over was terrifying for both of them but the damage was done for young Fred because he’d been living that Pattern ever since. Whenever the thought of a test came up he’d find himself starting to get anxious and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He’d game ever more. Eat sweets till they hurt his jaw and his stomach said “No more”. Over time he developed ever greater and more complex methods of avoiding going anywhere near this problem because his fractured mind strove to protect him from what remained unprocessed.

Cue a string of failed tests that were met with threats and punishment. But no matter what they said it couldn’t equate to that mechanical structure of thought that ticks within and says “If you win then consequences don’t bear thinking” and thus the next two decades spin by real quick with him engaging his whims and making little to no progress when it comes to the business of living until we get to this tale we’ve been weaving this evening in your awareness.

As you can see, his mind plays tricks. Yours does as well. I’m not saying your events were as bad as Freds. No, they may be worse but just like him you don’t fully recollect but best believe these Patterns are wreaking havoc on the plans of mice and men as they cause more stress than they’re worth for those living lives unexamined. Consider this:

The Relative Scale of Impact of his childhood event was a good eight point six as he felt his life was about to end as he lay there bleeding. On the flip his excitement at getting a perfect score on the test was almost a ten as he came home racing and couldn’t wait to tell them. The resonance between paper, child and emotion had a different significance to his father, who had his own Patterns churning away in his head as most do in this realm. The childs mind stitches together a narrative and thus as he progresses the authentic aspect regresses and something else steps in in order to fill the gaps in his awareness.

This is why if you take the average person and ask them to recollect their earliest memories up till the age of ten you’ll end up with around a couple of years of details at best. The rest have all been repressed and this action forms Patterns which then manifest as subconscious drives that shape your inner realm for the rest of your life sentence, should you choose not to examine them. Side note: The English language doesn’t help in this sense as its designed to ensure the mono-lingual are veritable strangers to themselves but we’ll delve into this as we progress because for now its about Fred.

Inside his head rages the battle of will and imagination. The former is limited and runs out quick whilst the latter can draw upon resources which are immense. Its why if I were to lay a plank of wood on the floor and ask you to walk across it you’d happily hop and skip without any panic and yet if it were suspended between two buildings your head would suddenly fill with all the bad that could happen. Can you see how in this example even if you had perfect balance and knew you could do it you’d most certainly go tumbling? Granted there are only two natural fears we possess when we step into this realm and they are the fear of falling and loud noises as well – both of these are hints as to how your awareness got into this mess because the big bang isn’t something that involves planets its what happens when sperm meets egg and the dream you have of falling but always rising before you’re splattered on the pavement is actually your non physical aspect descending to this realm. Bit metaphysic yes but you can test it for yourself as we progress.

Now, Freds inner child has access to way more resources than the scattered fragments I call the Adulterated self because it knows full well everything that happened. The true events and feelings you dare not express and try your best to keep hidden by cramming them down beneath your neck into the joints that hinge your flesh. This is the reason why peoples hips and shoulders tighten as they age and why they start stooping. Such are the burdens of a life unexamined as they are tone deaf to the language their own bodies are speaking. The Adulterated (false) self, or should that be selves because there are many of them and thats why they’re called i¹ because when they outsmart a Pattern they’re all “I won! I won!” as well as “I want! I want!”.

This is what drove the Hyper-Avoidant Distractivity of this example and now you have a far greater insight into Fred than he has of himself at the current moment. He had so much invested in this test that the resonance with the childhood events that laid the Pattern were driving him out of his mind with stress that he was only partly feeling. When they knew he wasn’t giving in and was fixed in his purpose they dredged up a supportive Pattern to use as a distraction that he inherited from his Mother and it went like this:

She was a clean freak and like things to be well presented. This was how she hid the chaos of her life as an alcoholics codependent and broadcast an image instead due to her own Patterns which motivated her actions. She had impressed into her childs head that it pleased her greatly when he made his bed and kept everything well presented as then she lavished affection upon him – which is then conditional and thus tainted hence another Pattern springs as the inner child is way wiser than the Adulterated fragments of the false selves that are perpetually battling to be at the helm of his awareness.

Taking a little from Column A to prevent Column B from rising is a method of emotional checks and balances that drives the lives of the vast majority in this realm and they are totally ignorant of the process but now you know its hallmarks its far easier to spot it in the moment. Easier still if you know how to Center in Self because that is the difference that makes all the difference. Imagine a wheel that spins. If you’re located at the spokes on the edge then its easy to get carried away quick, but on the flip, if you’re situated at the nexus then you are in fact perfectly still and therefore have a far clearer perspective. We’ll cover this in great depth as its an essential skill to possess when it comes to mastering your Self for one who isn’t this is a Slave in this realm. To Patterns. To others whims. To whatever was poured into your head and a zillion other things. There really is no end to those that wish to help themselves to a piece of your mind that erodes your sense of peace within. See what I mean about the English language?

The reason Fred could muster up such an intense level of focus and do something he’d ordinarily detest is that his head had weighed up a quick cost/benefit analysis and his fear of winning – that would via the process of resonance bring up links with the aforementioned childhood events that would then have to be processed and the Adulterated self wishes nothing else than to pretend the inner child is dead as its presence is a threat to the world these disparate elements have been building inside your head since before you were ten. His mind linked his Mothers teachings of cleanliness and as his limited thinking was scrabbling around that day looking for something, anything that could divert him from the test it zeroed in on the dusty book shelf and thus he threw himself fully in to the busy work that prevented him from taking the mock test. Can you see the nature of the Hyper-Avoidance? Its like being on a mission to go from A to Z via the rest of the alphabet but instead deciding to wheelspin instead. Lots of smoke and action but very little in the way of traction and even less progress. The Distractivity in this equation varies depending on the events but rest assured that is made him sleep in. All so he wouldn’t have face himself and the consequences of taking the test he could’ve aced with a little practice as the role was simply perfect for him.

The fact that he could generate such an intense level of focus and enjoyment doing something he would otherwise detest shows you the diversion of resources and how we literally live a script which is penned, moment to moment, by subconscious aspects of ourselves that are striving hard to balance the broken aspects of our inner realms via various ruses and diversions. He who cleanses can then unleash these forces in their natural sense and thus you see those who make effortless steps on the path to progress are often not as broken as those ignorant. That is actually a sad fact of the Game at this moment because its a quest of damaged Souls to hide the truth from themselves and then present the best image that they’re not feeling like they’re adrift in their own personal hell that won’t relent without them engaging in some form of Self Destructive reasoning and the actions this brings. By the way thats another important point I’ll mention:

There are only two drives, two modes of being, two directions of spin in this realm that you can engage in and this can be applied to all and everything from eating, thinking, drinking and linking with friends, acquaintances and the rest. Either what you’re doing is Self Constructive or Self Destructive. Another topic we’ll cover at depth as its literally at the heart of this, but for now back to Fred:

His usually dispersed attention which is symptomatic of his fractured awareness and hyper stimulated, click click click, connected to the net twenty four seven is an action which soothes his Limbic System that doles out Dopamine hits that keep him engaging in behaviors that are generally not good for him. Thing is, as you now know form this glimpse, in the darkness there be dragons that wail of suffering but they are actually the cries of the child within. Not for nothing is Inner Sense a correlate of innocence because that is the same thing which is fractured by your parents who had the same done to them back when. This chain extends in a link going all the way back to a point when there were those in your lineage to whom the concepts of Adulteration were foreign and alien. Once the split kicked in it was compounded by ignorance and the society this builds as well as the institutions that are designed to profit from and attempt to hide this schism within. This is modern mans inheritance. Like I hinted about Freds parents, they had their own Patterns and problems that spring from being willfully ignorant of their inner realms because like nuclear waste in a landfill you are simply passing on an increasing problem for the next generation to deal with until someone decides to take it upon themselves to do something and break the programming before it can harm anyone else.

Like splitting an atom the energy tucks within is immense. As is the resistance required not to feel this inheritance as well your own Patterns and the rest of the stress modern life lxves pouring in your head. Another thing, my friend, did you notice that lxve actually sounds evil when flipped? Wonder what the significance of this is? The resistance of which I was speaking manifests as aches and pains in the flesh that seem to vanish and flit then come back again somewhere else. Odd, isn’t it? If you bang your leg then next day your arm is hurting followed by your neck you’d stop and think “How the heck is that happening?” and would do something but in the case of H.A.D its a nice elegant trick designed to focus your attention on the surface and thus stay away from the depths within which your Inner Child is drowning, waiting for you to help it help your Self.

For Fred facing that memory is seen as an immense threat by the Adulterated fragments that form his day to day awareness because then he’d have to speak directly and truthfully to his parents in order to make sense of the events. They have their own Patterns doing what they do best that would rage, yell, deflect, emotionally blackmail and so many other things designed to keep them locked in the familiar agony of almost living and so on goes the sad song so many families are quietly singing. With the looming test on one hand that he knew he could finesse as they all really liked him and it was obvious they wanted him to win his limited fragments came up with the plan to distract him instead as mentioned. You can spot this happening as you’ll be engaged in something you know is frivolous with a level of concentration so intense that you wish you could muster for things that are important. Its a very strange thing is this process. There is also a sense of irony at play because this is the reason why opera singers lose their voices when nerves kick in and the big opportunity whistles over their head and they are left kicking themselves wondering what happened.

You can either be a Victor or Victim because its not how you begin but how you end it and that power lies within. Always has always will.

Lets shift back to Fred as he sits looking at the dust on his shelf and suddenly feels that rev which signals he’s about to get carried away on the wings of Hyper-Avoidant Distractivity as it swings in low to manipulate his awareness. Remembering his training from the Path of Power he recalls how to disconnect, move to the Center instead of spinning his wheels at the edge. “Aha” he notes to himself “There is something here to be uncovered. Something that is signaling for my attention as there are processes in effect that I can flip into something Self Constructive or if I indulge my whims they’ll be Self Destructive instead”.

He sits quietly, breathing. Eyes in the Eighty/Twenty position as he modulates his awareness and thus forms the bridge between the physical and subtle realms and turns to the wisdom of Inner Sense as he focuses on his forehead from within.

Fred spends the next ninety minutes – even though to him they feel timeless and verge on a strange combination of the instant and infinite in the same instance – chipping away at the Pattern which we’d detailed earlier in this message. That which rises isn’t linked, simply viewed as a Witness as it melts into nothingness. He may remember the sensation of getting beaten with no contextual reference or an anguished yell may rip from his lips as tears start flowing. The process is irrelevant. Its the space that is held to allow for its unfoldment that is vital to his health because his Inner Child sees that the aspects of him that control speech and motion are directed within and finally paying attention to him, the one that sees and hears everything, recollects all events and yet has no form of expression beyond banging on your flesh from within to say “Hey, I’m hurting. Do something. Help!”.

Its at this point Slaves usually think “Hey, I’m hurting. I’ll have a pill. Thats sure to help” as they keep on ignoring their child within which in turn infuriates them as they step up their rattling as the Adulterated (false) self builds a tolerance then dependence. Seeing where I’m going with this? The medical industries dirty little secret and kept to their successful business of pushing pills that manage symptoms without addressing the root of the problem. The truth of the matter is society is profoundly sick and it is no measure of health to be well adjusted to it as Freds tale bears Witness and billions of others on the planet are living the same thing.

There is a solution. Freedom can only come from within just like enlightenment is gifted to those who are willing to step into the darkness of their inner realms. Thankfully you’ve got a guide who can assist because that is what the Path of Power is. A set of techniques designed to allow you to befriend your Self and in the process vent all the gunk that you inherited from your lineage who passed it all on in ignorance.

Not to get too dramatic but if you don’t step up now and take advantage of what I’m offering then who will because there are no accidents, only opportunities in this realm and the very fact you’ve read five thousand words to make it to this moment means there is something within that has used the Hyper-Avoidant principle in a way that is Constructive instead. Getting back to Fred:

He was lying on his bed breathing in a rhythmic fashion when suddenly he felt his legs kick out with a ferociousness that surprised him but he stayed with it as he thrashed around as his inner child wanted to back then when threatened with the chaos of another Patterns and then something happened. It was like someone changed the channel and the noise was gone and, just for a moment, he heard the silence and it was wonderful as he buzzed along as the Three Kingdoms – Energy centers located in the head, heart and abdomen – strove for equilibrium.

Motivated he jumps up and takes the mock test. Does well. Takes its again as he rides a wave of confidence and gains a few more percent and then, drawing a deep breath as he Centers his Self, he clicks the real thing and lets his fingers do the walking. There is no thinking. No second guessing or doubt. Simply the moment in which he lets rip and then its see what happens as he goes to bed.

Rising the next day he feels nice and fresh and remembers the dust as he says to himself “This place is a mess” and sets about tidying his apartment with a song in his chest and spring in his step. Day turns to night and he stands there, taking it all in with a grin. His home is immaculate.

Just then he hears a ding and picks up his phone. Its a notification from Sharon at the office which says: “Fred, I’m not supposed to say anything but you aced the test. A perfect one hundred. In ten years of working here I’ve never seen such a thing, I knew you could do it. We’re having a meeting about it and I’m going to suggest a promotion to middle management as we could do with some invigoration and new ways of thinking”.

This may sound like fantasy. “There is no way this…”. Did you catch it? Did you spot the Adulterated fragment of Self Destruction doing what it does best? How long do you wish to live under its well intentioned but ultimately foolish and unfulfilling ways of Thunking and relating to your inner realm? Don’t you want to be the one that cleanses your lineage so the children that then inherit your families wisdom can remain blissfully ignorant of the Adulteration process, the perils of the System and dangers that reside in the Valley of the Plebs as they sidestep all the mess and instead choose to unfold their Inner Sense and bring a new and unfinite light to this realm which is what the Game has been missing.

Till we meet again