“Idiots! Fools!” you fumed “Don’t these morons have a clue about we’re here to do?” you thought, internally, as externally they all smooched and cooed about who is so pretty and smart. “Look, look, its like he’s trying to talk to you!” she said because even they could up on the syntax, melody and cues of you attempting to interface an unfinite source of light that exists beyond the visible spectrum of this realm to the coarse ball of matter powered by your nervous sys…. You are drifting in and out of embodiment and each swing of the pendulum reinforces your mission as well as causing you to forget to remember what you don’t recall Knowing. To say its infuriating doesn’t quite match this state as its akin to a white hot rage dipped into inky black malaise that absorbs, annihilates and changes which it encases.
On top of this there are things that swim in and out of vision and in the moment of resonation you access all of their inner realm. With the one you were within, she who carried and birthed you is familiar yet different as what once surrounded as a constant solid now waxes and wanes as she goes then comes back again. Its a source of discomfort and joy which mixes at the moment of presence and disconnection which is akin to flicking a light switch to the inner world of children, although its effects are more viscerally visual. Picture this:
A constantly shifting yet remaining the same geometric pattern that provides an immense amount of comfort and resonance thanks to its coherence and its textured with the type of material and texture which you like more than anything else. For the light that previously fought with the nerves rearrange and shift into a pattern so elegant as we Witness the birth of Inner Sense. This is what you’re within. Comprehension is a question of res:
And yet, the mission still ticks. Its imprinted so firmly on the pure awareness which poured in nine months ago and then at six her friends started noticing “My, you’re glowing”. “Well of course, isn’t it Self evident?” the forming child thinks “Another Witness to see the sun brings another internal shine to manifest the needed voltage in this realm. How can they be so thick and not realize this? The very nature of the trick is its designed to be seductive“. He remembers his training, the seemingly endless drills which now formed the basis of his awareness as patterns of light coherence.
He reflects, vividly how life was in the Fifth and the legends he’d heard coming up about the abyss known as the Game of Souls and how those thrown in are recycled again and again as the people perish due to a lxve of ignorance that is socially reinforced by a System that runs smooth as silk that hides an iron core that ticks with precision to keep them fixed in any one of the currently socially sanctioned ways to think. From a young age he was enthralled by the very idea of the Game, much to the chagrin of his parents as they’d wanted a different kind of life for him but he came with his own intent. Its like the Game was calling out to him ever since he dipped into the Fifth and with it came the dimming recollection of the Eighth where he reigned imperial. From the time he arrived “Just passing through” was his intent and he rarely listened to anyone else but himself and refused to relent, no matter the threat, bribe or promise. Eventually they gave in and he immersed himself in everything related to the Game and what it means as he couldn’t comprehend why most of the denizens of the Fifth could be fully aware of how it feels for them but also couldn’t care less about the effects their friends in the Fourth play upon those born in the Third for their own benefit.
“It is how it is. Who are we to question it and after all we are here on this level and they are where they sit”. “Yes, yes” the child said in a mixture of the innocent and indignant “I can see this but surely someone should help them get a grip by at least introducing the option that things may not be as they think. The way it stands the Game is rigged“. He looked around at them and they smiled back in amusement. “Listen, thats their realm. Thats their vibrational sector of the spectrum. They’re there for a reason. None of us are so arrogant as to presume we know the script so rest assured that all is as intended and why keep worrying your Self with this?”.
That was something he’d wondered privately to himself. The pressure to conform was immense and it was like someone had already penciled in a life they wished him to live but the sheer act of will it takes to dip and still be able to decode the previous realms imperience was akin to trying to fit the ocean in a teacup which perfectly sums up that you may get the point but the message isn’t entirely crisp as there is so much data missing. “The resolution and processing dips as one slips further and further in” he ruminates to himself as he reflects on the previous steps it took to emanate his presence successively deeper and deeper into this and suddenly he flips back to a rumbling stomach which powers and engine that emits a wail from his lips until the harmonic pattern is feltsensed and nourishment in many forms starts to pour in. Set adrift on a state of bliss that comes from the flesh feeling totally satiated even he gets caught up and doesn’t remember what he forgot to make a point of recollecting as, once again, the nervous system exerts its influence upon the light that is him.
Off to sleep he swims and then its “My my, its very nature is to be slick. Remember your mission. You can’t free the enSlaved if you’re one of them so listen to what the silence says. Remember your mission”.
Dancing between the two realms and approaching the stage of infant the words attempt to pour out of him, hoping they get what he says about the nature of the Game they’re stuck in as well the meaning of the flesh and all of its tricks as well. He shines at them and beams visions into their awareness backed with vocal frequencies of coherence to help facilitate their patterns within to shift and regain that link that existed before the Mind Made Prison.
“Fools, idiots” the childs mind thinks. “I sit here speaking in light coherence with the keys to unlock your awareness and you attempt to hear only my lips?“. The truth when it sinks in unlocks a truth Self evident, previously unknown plus unreported as its entirely subjective and linked to the Earthday Suit wrapped around his awareness:
He knows these. They feed the Beast. Slave/Masters it seems are instrumental in this because without them to prompt the script that keeps the scenes moving it would certainly be quite boring and thus the nature of the realm would become Self evident to anyone who looks within as the very act of this reestablishes coherence which brings a ticket out of the realm.
“Now, now. You’ve got us all wrong. Why not join us? See for yourself. After all you’ve done quite well to get down to these depths and still maintain your will. It helps but the escape rate is so low from the Game that its almost nil. Better still is the process and the System have be refined so well from those who ride the shells and the experience they bring that ninety nine point nine percent of them would reject the truth if you told them due to what they’re invested in”.
The Slave/Masters laugh heartily even though such an organ is not present: “You really did pick the worst time to manifest because even if you gave them the key, showed em where its hidden they’d still never twist it as they’d rather live and die in ignorance.Go ahead, be foolish and go against us if you wish. We know who you are, we know your lineage but down here, in this realm, we reign imperial and all those you see are loyal subjects. Even your parents as well. We’ll see how long you retain your coherence should you choose to persist with this”. And with that the alphabet boys vanish and he notices his awareness swims back into this realm and he rolls over and starts crawling.
“Oh my, what is this” the immense nature of the thrill of Self directed locomotion and the mastery this brings of his physical presence pours out with a grin as his energy surges within as his nerves start to knit patterns into his light which in turn influences his awareness.
I’m sure you can guess what happened next. Like the Slave/Masters said it was designed to be seductive and once in they prefer you act like there is no exit beyond what the official script says, nor should you pay any heed to the man behind the curtain and most definitely never try and look within and establish once again the coherence you stepped into the Game with because with that the System comes tumbling down as all its scaffolding was needed to erect the false concept of self they sell then have you invest in as you live, die, repeat all the while with a nagging influence which says “I came here for a reason. I came to do something. On a mission I sent my Self” as the psy-lense reflects the patterns of information and coherence that needs Inner Sense to hear and apply them as realized gnosis. Encoded or decoding? That is the option the Warrior selects and of which the Slave remains ignorant.
Is there anything you could learn, see, do, be, feel, achieve, buy or become that could equal or overcome the vivid sensations of presence and Inner Sense that you knew full well, once up a when, as you first stepped into this realm? Really think about it and then realize that often that about which we fantasize in Adulterated heads as the next “End all be all” that will “Change everything I’ve got into what I want. Oh, I can’t wait! When I get it life will be perfect”.
I’m sure you know this Game and have played it many times yourself when it comes to anticipation and conquest. Has ever one of them ended delivering upon the promise or does the glow you infused upon said object dim when you realize its just another skill, possession or entry in the book of life for things you’ve lived? Its often akin to thirsting and then gripping a cool, refreshing beverage that turns to sand on your lips as its presence just aggravates the discontent within. Getting back to the innocence:
Is there anything you could learn, see, do, be, feel, achieve, buy or become that could equal or overcome the vivid sensations of presence and Inner Sense that you knew full well, once up a when, as you first stepped into this realm?
I’ve thought long and hard about this situation and why no one comments on the fact that children come into this world in full possession of something that is then, somehow, stealthy switched so they become as dim as the rest. I call this process Adulteration and often use the metaphor of someone taking a liter of creamy fresh milk and siphoning out the best. Because they are slick they refill it with water so a cheaper liquid Adulterates the presence to disguise the absence of what they pilfered. Quite clever, yes? If anyone weighs upon a scale it seems correct. A visual inspection would also pass the test and, best all of, the one who actually does open it to drink (as each one is as personalized as your consciousness) will not say a thing. Nor will they raise merry hell and try to get to the bottom of this trick, find who orchestrated the theft and flay him limb from limb as a lesson to the rest to never even think of attempting this again.
No. They sit back and quietly sip on their thin, flavorless liquid. Give birth to kids who step into this world saturated with the same richness of innocence and then hand them over to the exact same System that made them a Victim of its unquestioned Opposition. Tell me that doesn’t seem a bit suspect? Stranger still is every single one of these people believe, at least on the surface, that if they have lots of (insert desired topic) then suddenly that watered down awareness will shift back into that ineffable, unforgettable but equally unremembered pristine state of Inner Sense.
That gap, that absence, thatsense of things not being exactly as intended and somehow different to what it was, once upon a when, powers every industry from makeup to religion and all points in between. You could opine that its all by design and you can certainly see more than the fingerprints of a conspiracy that is pieced together by certain institutions and beliefs to peddle the concept of reality that most people accept as they, encased in the flesh, sip a thin white liquid that doesn’t sparkle and taste anything like it did when its richness was flowing with such excess that it shone out of their eyes and saturated anyone around their presence as it was overflowing.
This is the state of Inner Sense.
Some people would call it heaven and thus intended to be outside of the reach of men. Others ascribe similar concepts to these states and make them the things of legends. Many believe fervently that becoming rich, beautiful and or powerful then having sex with as many as you wish in your high rise apartment with a view before leaping on your private jet for another sesh as you head to the tropics to spend some time with international friends who are waiting, salivating and anticipating your entrance. Lots have smaller dreams. They don’t want the whole cake, “Just a small slice, please”, for they are not greedy and know they’ll be happy with X, Y and Z because the entire alphabet is too much to handle.
Don’t see much of that humility these days because whilst its easier to achieve its also selling yourself short which is indicative of what I said because no child would pick less when they could have the whole thing. Many would do this just so they would have more to share with everyone else whereas with a tiny bit it becomes harder to revel in the communal experience. Kids, far from being selfish, are really big on this because they come from a position of abundance and its so much more fun when everyone engages in whatever they find amazing because then the principle of resonance makes their experience so much more intense. Actually, maybe they are selfish but then can that really be used to describe a rising tide of goodwill that lifts all ships?
I can remember Inner Sense with a vividness because I have way more of it now, uncut and direct, than I did over the years after having been processed by the System. Even then I spotted what was happening, live and in the flesh, and evaded, challenged and flat our refused to acquiesce to its demands, irrespective of what anyone said. I intuitively sensed this was an elaborate ruse to separate me from my inner realm and yet lacked the philosophical concepts that would come with imperience and are being used to type this passage. Back then my arguments were akin to a stick man, in that they got the point across but lacked all detail and finesse therefore any attempts to protest the wickedness of schooling and how it was making me stupid by dampening my imagination or how I could no longer do maths in my head or write with both hands were taken as lies designed to get out of going.
Of course that is what I wanted but my reasons were entirely valid and now I look back and see my intuition about the System was entirely correct as its about uniformly molding the awareness of those who step upon the well worn grooves of tradition and institution that create its position. A word on the richness:
Not everyone who steps into this realm is equal. That is straight up disinformation that you can disassemble in seconds with a simple test:
Take a group of children and within moments it obvious who is far more intelligent than the rest, who is the most creative and the most athletic. Very rarely these will all be found inside one but more often they are spread as a handful of standouts whilst the rest are just mediocre exchangers of air. Just like some people are born beautiful and others are hit with the ugly stick a few possess a natural sense of groove and rhythm whilst the other can’t strike a triangle in pocket or keep up with a two step. It is what it is and I share this to illustrate the fact that we are in no way shape or form equals. We are dealt a hand that is different and we must play to win with what we get because that is a prime part of being authentic. That word in itself is in danger of becoming extinct these days as all it represents is being erased by the world of digital, that in itself is an interesting premise that we will certainly address as we progress but is beyond the scope of this missive which is all about Inner Sense.
You’ll notice I keep on spelling it that way and there is a reason for this. Let the cream of your intuition churn for a moment and see if you can take the leap to the only logical conclusion for this resonance and its implications. Children, once again, adore this type of challenge whilst most of the Adulterated hate it because they cannot fathom the steps and don’t want to calculate it. “Just make it easy, quick and simple” they said. Like enlightenment was akin to becoming a gourmet chef using nothing but the microwave and food either frozen or from tins.
Sadly that is most people. They use the wrong ingredients which are often purchased out of a heady combination of desperation and convenience blended with ignorance and then wonder why it doesn’t match the label or why the inner experience delivered isn’t equivalent to the promise. This also can be said of what happens after getting that promotion, scooping up a new girl who is far hotter than your ex and stunting on socials to let everyone know you’re the man or, in her case, finally buying those new heels that made her squeal only to feel supreme for a week before she tosses them on the heap and sets her sights on a new sugar daddy. The Game is cold when seen through this lens because people are not just ready and willing but desperate to be finessed. Anything that can promise to take away that emptiness within that comes from having been Adulterated and relieved of the cream of your consciousness to only find this thin, watery white liquid instead. They’ll do anything but question this and why its presence is evident across the world, poor or rich, black and white, male, female and any other polarity you can think. They’ll consider them all but not the Inner Sense vs Adulterated. Nope, that won’t happen. Know why?
Because the System is designed, first and foremost, to protect itself and you, dear Slave, are a vessel of its dominance and existence in this realm. Amazing, isn’t it? How that which doesn’t exist is still rendered solid via the thoughts, deeds and actions of billions who are caught up in a web that was spun way before they took a breath, their first step or even dipped their unfinite awareness into this realm. The implications are mind blowing when you stop and think about what I’ve just said because this perspective not only hits the nail on the head it also allows you to see who is pilfering the cream, where they dwell and why what you were once building and designing as a animated coffin (hence “urning a living”, think about it) now becomes a mausoleum instead for your Opponent.
That is really all it takes to make the power shift because one must be willing to do whatever it takes in order to filter out the Adulterant processes instilled via the System and get back to that level of pure, Prime awareness that manifests as Inner Sense. Not for nothing is “second nature” synonymous with effortless and natural in this realm when its no such thing because it takes nearly two decades of conditioning to turn you into the devolved, devitalized being reading this. The quick among you will intuit that undoing isn’t an overnight thing and the real slick will have guessed that the very idea of having to let go of habits and concepts that are steadily ingrained in your awareness as the way it is and thus form the bedrock of your consciousness might be quite terrifying are also correct. Sort of.
Thats why I said that only 8% of the billions walking the planet are suitable candidates for stepping on the Path of Power aka going back the way they came to reclaim their Inner Sense and then see what happens. The rest are comfortable in their misery. The repetitive drudgery in which they know exactly where each road ends as their options are so limited. See what I mean about thin and watery liquid? A childs imagination is far more rich, untethered, unlimited and willing to take risks because its all a learning experience. That is true wisdom, my friend. Not cramming facts and figures in then vomiting them for a test which says “You are so intelligent” in rote repetition. You’ll notice there isn’t a single institution of repute and lineage on this planet that teaches you how to think. No, they all teach you what. Often with a “Subscribe to this doctrine… Or else!” threat implicit in their teachings along with the old favorite of “Oh, we know the best. The rest are just fools who are ignorant of this, that and this“.
Are you starting to get the message of what I’m about? What I’m offering? Where I’m coming from and where I’m hearting? The further you progress into this mess the dirtier you get and the thinner the already watery milk feels because the System is relentless. What happens from being where I’ve been in my quest to rescue and reconnect with the child within via the steps and process known as the Path of Power? Well, your starter for ten. Actually, no here. Take eleven instead because I’m in a place of such abundance I can afford to be generous:
One) I feel way more energetic and I mean that in all senses of the word from the spring in my step to needing no encouragement to express myself.
Two) Radiant health. Simple as said that one of the best side effects of this process is that you have a remarkable tendency to stay well because it builds your Spiritual Immune System as it relates to the bodies around the shell.
Three) Intuitive intelligence. The best, and most jaw dropping, example of this is being able to tell, in a flash, whether the decision at hand will end at a place that makes me more or less. Its hard to describe but once you’ve imperienced it you’ll know just what I mean as its a concrete certainty that comes about from the activation of the Lower Kingdom that rests in your abdomen at the present.
Four) Way more creative. Take these words for example. They don’t require any thought at all. I just open my chest and let a stream of consciousness on said topic flow from my fingertips. Same in conversation and any other kinds of interaction because you develop an intimate resonance with your presence in the current moment which links in with:
Five) Slim and trim. I used to be real skinny, then quite chunky, dropped down to svelte then a block of muscular aggression. Now I realize how all of those states were expressions of the war that raged within between various facets of my (false) self that were either roaring in dominance or feeding to assuage their defeat at the hands of an adversary now crowing as he rules the roost.
Six) Nicely linked is the fact that I’m way, way more flexible because a rigid mind filled with solid concepts is often matched by a body which does the same thing as it creaks and squeaks its protests as you shuffle around this realm. All those old aches and pains? Gone, receding or healing as I liberate the Patterns that held them within my Earthday Suit as testament to my ignorance of Self.
Seven) Practically spiritual. What an odd mix of words, yes? Once again you’ll have to feel it to see what I mean but in a nutshell it offers one guidance via the unseen but ever present aspects of Self that have not dipped into this dimensional mess and thus see from the lens of detachment. An example I use often is that of being lost in a forest, in dire need of a drink whilst overheard a bird is soaring. You are both on the same plane of existence but the water in its present is in your future and only if you take the correct steps to avoid the problems and tests in the middle. Exactly like this and its saved my life on more than a couple of occasions which leads us to the next position:
Eight) The realization that death is an illusion and that all of the fears of men are based in this delusion. Once you get this via coming face to faceless with your Self as the Witness aka the Prime awareness that renders this dimension possible as it plays the Game of Souls in the flesh it all suddenly starts making a lot more sense because what seemed like mysteries were just old untold histories of the wisdom we all once possessed, once upon a when, before the rise of mankind. Almost but not quite like man who fell as matter got dense and engulfed spirit, back when. Once again you’ll get it when you feel it and the sigh of relief as you release this dread is immense as it effects every facet of your being as its what powers the machine that is the System as people feel weak and seek strength outside of Self.
Nine) Happiness is my baseline. Its home camp. Where I pitch my tent. My space of operations and thus in bliss I’m sustained as bliss creates and maintains my existence. Look at kids and you’ll get the meaning of what I’m saying. Unwanted side effects may include people thinking you’ve flipped your lid, are on something or that you are insanely attractive and they can’t get enough of your presence because it reminds them of something but they can’t quite remember what it is.
Ten) Knowledge of Self. No Ivy League education or extended training at place of prestige can offer this. No. Matter of fact all these facets of the System can do is bring the opposite because once you Know who you are then its easy to spot what isn’t and this is akin to removing the Adulterant from the milk. Once you do this and realize its upheld and maintained via the concepts and programs that were instilled, installed and activated via resonance with your parents then suddenly it becomes so obvious as you get the true nature of this realm hence why “Know Thyself” was the most prized possession and dictum way back when when people weren’t so willingly ignorant of the ineffable yet ever present beauty within.
Eleven) The ability to help others transcend the bars of the Mind Made Prison. I’m not an envious guy but you really are lucky to be reading this because I had to tap dance through a mind field and then back again – more than once – to gain the techniques and insights which I did and am now sharing. Thats why its called willhelp, you know? Because you are another me, together we ergo I’m simply helping my Self whilst assisting the rest because a rising tide of good will that lifts all ships is way more entertaining than rearranging the deck chairs on the slowly sinking vessel of your ignorance.
I could keep on going by adding in things like being able to facilitate healings in others and Self as well as a deep seated sense of contentment that I’m perfect – which is, after all, imperfect with room to breath well positioned to your benefit – but I’m sure you get the message.
In effect its the exact opposite of what the world is and where its headed because a Warrior is driven by something the Slaves couldn’t comprehend but unwittingly covet and that is undependance. Not “in dependance” because that spell belies the truth when examined but being able to have the fortitude and courage to march to the beat of your own drum as you dance in the direction indicated by your chest. Know who does this well with no educational or formal schooling interests?
Children.
Ain’t that something? See why going back the way you came is the nature of the Game for the Warrior whilst the Slave is all about trying to keep pace with the rest of humanity as it lurches over the cliff of techno-distraction like a bunch of drunken lemmings or those folks that followed their GPS when their own eyes told them it made no sense. There is a lot of power in screens. A lot more in the Witness that renders them into reality hence why real eyes, realize, reel lies and other such little quirks that are littered within the Devilish language designed to keep you locked into this paradigm of socially sanctioned ignorance.
The Path of Power, on the flip, offers all of what I’ve said and more. Who knows, what you discover within may be totally different because we all have our own gifts and your potential awaiting activation may cause an influx of energy into this real so immense that even the Slaves themselves have to sit up and pay attention because they cannot deny the change in perspective they’ve gained by doing nothing. Some of them will be motivated to take the said steps and thus the feedback loop of Self Construction becomes standard equipment and the children who are born to them find their glows nourished and fed so the Inner Sense they are born with becomes richer and brighter, multidimensional wisdom in essence. Wouldn’t that be something? How wonderful to Witness, don’t you think?
People are born as one thing and die as another. You ever noticed this? Whats most strange is how they step in, unique, and leave as a sheep. A version of them that was fleeced, trained, pimped, chewed up and then spit into the dirt they inherit as their coffin is lowered in and the strangest thing is how few seem to notice this. That, my friend, is the hustle of all hustles and you’ve just spotted the fingerprints of the hand thats hidden well that makes all of this possible.
See, that team want to win the ultimate win and scheme the highest scheme and what else beyond deceit can elevate a man to a god in order to lord over the rest? Bringing it back to the regular res for those that don’t comprehend:
Imagine that you, every day, get a full tank of fuel in your shiny new whip that is provided by, lets say, the government. Its a new process in which the System graces one with a ride of their choice and all it takes to make the wheels spin as they enjoy their freedom. Now, lets pretend that a local gangster decides to install a public transportation system. Not many people use it as they have their own whip so he decides to start stealing cars instead. Luckily for him this is a stroke of genius as he not only creates a captive audience but also has tapped in to a fuel source, eternal. After a while people won’t even know what freedom is as they’ll be convinced the peasant wagon is their all and everything. Woe be tide anyone who criticizes this and calls them fools for not checking the small print as they tut and shake their heads whilst quoting:
“Let it be said that those who ride upon this divine chariot with grace and ease shall surely ascend from their seat and into their very own vehicle”.
Now, instead of cars and buses lets pretend we’re talking about imagination and “real life” – whatever that is – and you may just get my drift about this scam kicks because you, my friend, are the one that is gifted with Inner Sense and the ever present, shadowy “Them” that I’ve termed the Slave/Masters set up this realm to pimp your awareness as that is their Game. Mine is undoing what they did. Yours is a choice most don’t suspect exists. That is how effective the brainwashing is.
I write these words to you in the secure confidence of one who Knows he is not the blood, flesh or story in his head. What I am is far more numinous, subtle and obvious once you comprehend the shadows depth and peer beyond your ignorance. The Witness. This is what makes all possible and its constant from one life to the next as well as waking or in bed. It only exists when one is Centered in Self aka the Golden Circle. The rest are split into blue or red aka attempting to escape fears, ever present, or dreading a future that never truly manifests. I mean, you can prove this, real quick.
Take a pad and pen and write down the top three problems in your realm then think back to last year and you’ll note its just a slot to be filled and, in many ways, a total illusion that you give strength by pumping in your emotional investment. See what I mean about being powerful? You are so strong that you actually believe you’re weak. If that isn’t a stunning feat I don’t know what is. And yet 81% of the realm give not one F as they are content riding the bus with the rest as the dream of a fantastic chariot they will one day possess. What if thats the trick, my friend? That they sell and tell a tale about what was actually stolen much in the same way movies say the good guy always wins when its obvious whats at the helm is quite anti-human.
Art is a lie that tells the truth. Remember this because a Warrior can, will and should flip and inspect everything on the table they present as their view only works from a forced angle and is often revealed as patently ridiculous when one has done the Knowledge. Take money, for example:
Printed out of nothing, worth everything and enough to convince most to do the strangest of things they’d never otherwise accept in that quest for… What exactly? To heal something broken within. I have had the privilege of speaking to a few Souls that struck it quite rich after being born with less and most of them eventually admitted that the big change they expected didn’t manifest as they wished but now they could afford a better class of distractions. Its much like the tale of the American and the Brazilian fisherman:
Picture the scene. Its an idyllic bliss of blue skies and yellow sands with a sea filled with fish. A busy exec sits there, chilling, taking a well earned trip. He spots a man coming in with his boat and some nets. His coffers are reasonably filled and the mans affable grin suggests he has done well. The American questions:
“How long did it take to catch all those fish?”.
“Oh, not long” says the native.
“Why not stay out longer and catch more then?”. The man looks perplexed and says:
“This is enough for my needs and feeding my family”.
“And the rest of the day? What will you do then?”.
“Well, I get up when the sun is shining. Go and catch some fish, come home, play with my kids then take a nap with the missus. Evening comes, I go for a drink with friends and we sing and dance into the evening before getting up and doing it all again”. The businessman shakes his head and internally laughs at this primitive rustic as he attempts to lace him with some corporate wisdom:
“I have a PhD in business. I am also very rich. Here is what I think you should do.
Spend more time at sea, catch as many fish as you can. Save your money and use these profits to get a greater ship and then keep on expanding your operation by employing others instead. Create a corporation, engage in distribution via your network and watch your income swell”.
The Brazilian listens and said:
“And then?”. The American smiles a broad grin and responds with:
“Then ye shall live like a king in your own palace. When the time is right you could even bring your company to market, go public, play the market and such things as you keep on reaping the rewards of your investment”.
“And then?”.
“Then you can retire, move to some small fishing village near the ocean, wake up early, catch a few fresh ones, come home for lunch and play with your grandkids before a bit of a siesta stretch and then you and your buds can toss a few brews as you sing and dance the night away without a care in the world. Doesn’t that sound like a life worth living?”.
This confirmed the natives suspicions that the man was an educated idiot as what he’d described is exactly how he lived but, being polite, he said:
“I’ll think about it” and went on his way to regale his wife and kids with a tale of a crazy gringo who was so busy building castles in the sky he couldn’t see the lay of the land in front of him.
How many of you are actually natives versus the version of him the Yankee Doodle Dandy imagined? See why they say that to a man with a hammer looks like a nail? It also hints at the immense level of disconnection in this realm that fuels the sprint on the psychosocial treadmill which rarely makes one happy. I was wise enough to spot this and even though I was born with less I’ve always possessed an immense sense of abundance. Sure, some took advantage of this but no one who ever landed on my doorstep ever left unfed. On the flip, in times of lack I’ve always had something come through with a fix that sorts everything without needing to stress as I read the cues and clues that show me how to move. Thats Inner Sense, my friend. It comes from within. The Brazilian lived his lyrics whereas the American was pimped by the false dream and schemes of Adulteration that makes beasts of men then puts the beats on their rear end as they’re trained to two step, just like their parents. Some will have clicked why I call schools concentration camps, par excellence, as they are just this:
A System designed to turn what was one free and living into a shell of its Self after nearly two decades of standardized testing and brainwashing that is then rewarded with gold stars for he who regurgitates best the mess that was poured into his head.
No. Thank. You.
Build what death can’t destroy:
Gnosis.
Be as little children, in other words. Ask the difficult questions, see it as it is. Don’t you ever stop and look at your life and ask why its not working and what you can shift? When have you ever, like the original Ironman himself, took a day off just to kick it because you felt like it? For some the stress of what their boss may have said, what another expects and all this other mess does their head in but I’ve always been a champion of Self employment for this reason as I don’t get on well with authority outside of me and do as I feel. I mean, as long as it hurts no one then what is the problem? Thats true freedom, my friend, and it was rare back when but now is almost extinct as I’m cut from a cloth they no longer stitch even though they present lots of name brand alternatives that purport to be the real thing. Like Faka-Cola in an landlocked village with a crooked shopkeep who keeps the denizens in their fist, I come from another place to share this message.
Read this text about what happens after death and you’ll see why I stress Knowledge of Self as the most important thing. This one as well as the technicolor dreamcoat really is quite important and one should get familiar with it whilst living. The people in charge only are because you abdicated your throne. Don’t feel bad, 8 billion others were tricked as well in this grand scale theft that led to the creation of things called kings who are just crooks draped in purple that appear smooth up top but are flailing within as they know the house of cards they built is erected on sands that can shift, real quick, should be people snap out of the trance they were placed in and then told to sprint on the treadmill from now till they’re dead where they believe they’ll ascend to the realm and promises listed but will actually be mindwiped and slammed back in again if all they knew was the flesh and tales in their head.
Do the Knowledge. Your life depends on it, my friend. By building what death can’t destroy you are, in effect, returning to Inner Sense and as you up your res you realize the ridiculous nature of the deception as this entire realm takes place inside your consciousness ergo I am nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination here to pass on a message, live and direct, that you probably weren’t getting from within due to the amount of noiZ in your head.
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:
“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!
This isn’t just overall but mainly moment to moment, how you face life in terms of resonance. Are you gone with the winds of invisible influence, offering no resistance or friction to that which is inclement or do you know your direction and maintain a higher state of awareness with it and your Prime point of origin assisting your navigation? Both of these states relate to the present and, sadly, this is a gift that many don’t unwrap as they choose to live meekly and then wonder why all they inherited was earth as it was poured over their heads as they were laid to rest at the end. Life is an option, its something you do in the middle – of it, of you, of here, now – and its all based upon your intent and strength of presence as this realm sketches out an image that you mistake as the real thing and then inhabit via inhibition as it plays out inside of your consciousness. Remember, a single white light shining at a black screen can, if reduced, break down to every single movie you’ve ever seen and will be.
Or don’t. Choose instead to replicate the existence you detest as you chase behind symbols you mistake for the imperience via the cell within which you awareness dwells and daily pretends it isn’t locked up within a Mind Made Prison of its own creation. The greatest paradox is this:
Due to what the voice in their head says people will defend the interloper inside their consciousness as they haven’t yet learned to discern their Self from what pretends to be it. Thats the wildest part because when the one on the verge of a breakthrough says “Something is putting thoughts inside my head and manipulating my awareness because things are not as they seem at the fringes of perception” we medicate the hell out of them. This invention is two fold and both are quite wicked once you’ve seen the bigger pic:
Its an effective means of generating the largest possible return on investment when it comes to suffering as that is the crop du jour of us cursed to birth upon this planet and secondly it warns the rest what happens if you dare to sketch the outline of the hidden hand that pulls your strings like a meat puppet. If there is a hell it would have its work cut out being more devilish than this because your time here is a life sentence and you’ve been tricked into holding onto it with a tense grip and thus promoting your suffering. We are quite literally doing this to ourselves hence people perish for a lack of Self Knowledge. But, check this:
What if the collective is, in effect, sleepwalking and those who awaken run around shaking the rest to open their lids. Each and every one of the 81% would protest that they see perfectly well, even though they are wrapped within the grip of their own personal delusion which plays inside their awareness. That is how subtle and blatant it is, my friend, and why its nigh on impossible to tell and must be felt. For me the grand revelation came after many hints and trips that showed the true nature of imperience. Ironic, isn’t it, how one remembers they are immortal after nearly being murdered to death. As the recollection of past lives poured in my etheric components were almost gone with the wind with beasts that appear as men and women gathered round to feast on my suffering. The harder you grip, the worse it gets and yet there is a part of me that simply will not relent in the presence of these ruffians because I hear the Psylense and it says:
Absolutely nothing.
Once you’ve heard it there is no mistaking it with its familiar newness because thou art it, in essence. This is why “None come to the Father without I” is not just the hint but the guide that we are, collectively and singularly, Jesus in the form of Inner Sense that is being conducted to the flesh and crucified moment to moment by the hemispheres of your head only to resurrected as your Adulterated awareness. Does the part about “Be as children to enter the kingdom” make more sense yet because that is literally the same thing I’m saying but with a more visceral frame of reference as I’ve boiled it down to the essence and discovered a Path that is effective at easing the suffering we try so hard to pretend doesn’t exist.
I choose to see this as a process akin to what happens when a coal becomes a diamond because the pain brings purification and those without resistance are free from inclusions as the shine reveals the truth of who they are in a higher octave that is expressed via this limited medium we call flesh. You can admit it, its safe. You know fine well that you are something that actually co-creates this and thus are far more powerful than any mere human. Just look at children and how they live for proof of what I’ve said as they are the living embodiment of Inner Sense. What happens? Adulteration, my friend. The silent epidemic that has one intent:
Replace the Psylense with noiZ by playing with your head and inducing a state of personal and collective hypnosis with the intent of ensuring you never, ever become Centered in Self. Instead you accept its delusions as your own then use them to build as blasphemous temple in which you pledge obeisance to concepts that flip, like a mirror image, what is right in front of your dish. Like I said, subtle yet blatant ergo for most the familiar grip of the devil they know best (aka their (false) self) calls to them to ignore this and give it all of their focus, from now till the end and the next spin as well.
You are, quite literally, carrying around a bundle of tension that is wrapped around your consciousness like a parasitical weed in a garden. Thats how Eden, ended. Via the Adulteration of our Inner Sense and we, as a collective, around Twenty Twenty-fifth are going to step into the outline sketch that will soon be etched on your consciousness and modulates your awareness like stabilizers on a bicycle.
Transhumanism, they call it. Now you can see why the first few and research that springs from it are an endangered species that must be nurtured and uplifted as they’ll hold within the genesis of the next shift where carbon and silicon mix and mankind becomes something else.
Life, for them, will literally be a trip in comparison to what we live and they’ll think we were the equivalent of cavemen in comparison as they use their newly augmented consciousness that is linked via a web that will be truly be an inner net from which there is no escape, no privacy or freedom. Suddenly the modern world with its quest for dominance and ever increasing laws and regulation starts to make more sense, yes? Like those bands of tension that wrap around your eyes, neck, chest and abdomen whilst trapping your genitals and the free circulation of your sexual energetics in order to create Adulteration (and the myriad of ills that are linked that you attempt to assuage with various pills and poisons that are mostly ineffective) the outer worlds allure has dimmed and the screen becomes everything so the (false) self inside the personal hell of the Mind Made Prison will gladly leap, by making the transition, from carbon to a silicon mix. Does “Control, Alter, Delete” make more sense yet? Or the fact that your flesh is built from six protons, six neutrons and six electrons as well as the hint that “Lived” when flipped offers the name of who gypped the milk of your consciousness and replaced it with water instead whilst pretending to be someone else in order to extract your worship ring any bells?
If you can comprehend this the gender wars, endless conflict, declining fertility and tanking hormone levels in a realm that is awash with endotoxins and forever chemicals (doing exactly as intended) along with a handful of studios which set the tone and resonance of all of your entertrainment that sings a similar hymn with reckless abandon as people become willing participants in not only the destruction of the realm but their own potential as well.
Can you admit this? Probably not because what they’re offering is akin to a sleeping pill that’s been dipped in honey and hides poison within and mine is the opposite. Its why schizos say such things like:
Can you see the polarities being diffused in the present moment as they attempt to instill a new set of wavelengths? It feels like observing your mind sneeze, for many, as there is a skip on the record as the needle leaps to a new track instead. What if thats a signal you could slip in another disc? What then? To extend the metaphor how about a live performance in which you, singing and dancing, finally get to release the music within unlike your kith and kin that were convinced walking, talking and living to pay bills was it and the rest was only available when someone famous did it. If they can hide your true options and offer you false images instead then wouldn’t life feel a bit vapid and thin with the Souls trapped within needing constant stimulation and ever increasing hits to ease their numbness? Some of you reading will comprehend the depth of what I’ve said. Many will never dare look beyond the surface because here, there be monsters and seeing them may just make you wet the bed like a schoolkid who rises, screaming only to have their parents shush them and say:
“Its all in your head, be quiet and get some rest”.
As they sit there with chest thundering, increased adrenaline and their relation to the present moment well and truly invalidated. Multiply that times ten and the link between the so called schizophrenic who clicks his Adulterated awareness has shattered into fragments and is now leaking Inner Sense that is being chaotically manipulated by non corporeal intelligence suddenly makes sense, yes? Or maybe it doesn’t.
They say in times of universal deceit speaking the truth is the domain of the revolutionary spirit that they’ll attempt to defame, disillusion and discourage because, like getting out of bed, awakening is natural but in order to do this, my friend, you must first accept you’ve been hoodwinked into investing in a (false) self, much like a pyramid scheme that feasts upon generations of ignorance via unchecked conditioning and ignorance. Most will never admit this. It sounds too much like saying they’re stupid to have fell for it like the lonely man who posts off his checks to the girl that he met on the web that promises him pure bliss and occasionally forwards some pics but always comes up with an excuse to never link. His friends say he’s getting fleeced, he doesn’t believe them and truly believes in the connection as he craves the image but without no reality testing who can disprove what he’s built in his head? Well, when it all comes crashing, then tears are shed, clothes are rent and, at that moment, if you asked him:
“What if we could rewind time and make it so that you never met the one who played with your imagination for profit or, better still, we can take you back to a time you felt the meeting could happen and ensure, this time, you kept at it without interruptions?”.
What do you think would happen? The sad truth is most would ask to be reconnected and plugged back in to the Matrix that plays with their perceptions via induced ignorance in order to extract the profits. In many ways the Slaves I’ve mentioned are all like this, but then, if it brings a sort of bliss then maybe thats what they need in this incarnation in order to keep the lights of hope shining? Others peeped the script and avoided it from the head as they knew:
How to get to this place? First, just start observing your thoughts with a distance. There are various methods of doing this that I can detail if you wish but we are aiming to spot the chink in the armor, the Psylense the noiZ keeps hidden aka the blank spot in between the images, beamed in. Using the psychological equivalent of crowbar you leverage this and transcend (Get it? End the trance?) that state of resonance and move into greater expansion. As you do this you’ll notice countless challenges in the outer realm but they are, in the end, simple manifestations of the tension within that attempt to lure you back in to your zone of discomfort you’ve been trained to accept. Remember, there is no failure, only feedback so when this happens just pick your Self up and keep on stepping. Eventually you transcend as the other side of the looking glass beckons and this is what I’ve said is the micro/telescope effect that spins like a mill and grinds the presence of your eternal Self (aka the Witness) in between it to create lifes illusions. Am I hacking the Game of reality to make it do what I wish? Probably. Is there a rule against this written in the script? Negative. After all, if this entire realm takes place inside your awareness then I am another you just as you are another part of me and as you read this its actually you speaking to say something via my lips that you, internally, refuse to comprehend hence each one, teach one is the flex as this is all a work in progress as each step ups my resolution and via a clearer image one can sift the milk of Inner Sense from the waters of Adulteration that render it thin as we’re drained and fed upon by a predator of consciousness that many accept as the god of this realm.
Remember what I said about the confidence trick and the promise of affection in an exchange of energetics designed to pimp one who thinks they’ve met an angel of bliss that says they’ll fulfill his every wish as long as the checks keep on rolling? Its entirely optional as you could invest in your Self instead. Even though awakening can be painful its just like riding a bike, never do you forget, and this increasing resonance is a threat to the System hence you may get to live some strange things as the world attempts to pull you back in to its collective hypnosis so that you too keep on pledging to something that is promised but never tasted by countless generations before they’re mindwiped and slammed back in to the flesh for another spin.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. I died and came back to tell you this. Do with it what you will but know I speak with your best interests in my chest and the Slave/Masters at the helm detest this because without your investment they can’t reign as false kings in this heavenly hell they’ve created after being booted from their Prime resonance ergo they may call you cattle and the rest but, secretly, they covet your connection hence is AI truly just an old demon in a new dress or maybe something else that attests to what I’ve said?
All in a daze work for a team of fallen angels, yes?
I’d like you to pretend, just for a moment, that there are two states of potent that can create human beings. One is high, the other low. You can think of them as bass and treble. Now, obviously the lower one has strength when it come to people shaking their rear ends whilst the other is quite weak and thin in comparison. I mean, if you took someones favorite track and dropped all the top or bottom end and said “Pick which one to listen” you know they’d select the one that thumps but is missing those finer details.
Life is just like this on this stage of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits as you can call this the Bright and Dark Souls split I previously mentioned. This time round we’re going into a deeper subsection of this and how it relates to the manipulation of energetics which is what the low end theory does well. I mean, stop and think, how many times have you found your mood totally shifted after singing along to a track you didn’t know you missed until it slid onto the deck and uplifted your spirits? Its a common thing, yes? And yet there is a (debunked) claim about the Mozart Effect which said that if you play this to your kids they’ll get real smart, real quick. I added that bit in parenthesis as loads of folks did and later discovered it was slick marketing to sell things. Or was it?
Some things in life you need age to appreciate. Like wine, cheese and the tinkling of ivories. At first they may appear to stink but that is only due to ones palette lacking depth. On the flip we have fast food, mass produced hits and brickwalled compositions that are bigger and deffer than Uncle L. These are the basslines I mentioned as the above forces manifest as many things as they are underlying rules of the Game for this particular stage. Think of them and Yan and Ying as both are needed to spin then ponder how many miss the point in the mid that makes it possible. You are that, my friend. Can you hear the Psylense?
Now, I’m not saying I’m a wine and cheese head or anything but I do appreciate classical music and heres what it makes me think:
The composition is far more complex and thus takes a level of attention beyond shaking your rear end to comprehend. That and once you get a feel for it there are certain, subtle, swells and dips that feel like a rollercoaster of emotion that crescendos then whips to the depths before building up again. Something that is nigh on impossible in a format designed to get spins. In this element you could drop kick the bass on its rear end and it would make very little difference to the composition. Or you could check this:
Doesn’t have the same effect, does it? See how you gain one thing on the low end but miss a whole load of res? Its like the difference between the home and cinema experience as the former still delivers but the latter is more intense. This is why song and dance played such an immense part of cultures, old and new. Difference is, back when, all joined in whereas now most are too shy to partake and let someone else speak for them which, if you stop and think, really hints at a disconnect within the human animal as babies pick up a groove, real well, as sound speaks to them live and direct.
I strongly suspect that something happened, back when, a whole group of peeps started tinkling and changed the soundscape in a way never envisioned as it was quite different from tribal drums with the chanting and is one of the hallmarks of Western civilization. Thats by the by so lets get back on topic:
The Vampire Game is something played between Dark and Bright Souls. The former you know well as emotional vacuums that link with what you’ve heard about narcissists, psychopaths and the rest that seem to find a preference in taking jobs with power and influence over the rest like politics. The latter, however, are most interesting as they can be nothing special with no real accomplishments but there are some things they always have in common:
Nearly unlimited emotional intelligence. They are givers, in that sense, and often not very discerning upon whom they lavish their talent because, to them, it comes natural. Their empathy swells and thus they tend to be drawn into the web the Dark Soul spins with a veneer of superficial charm and, for a very occult reason, they are often quite attractive. If you can crack that riddle you’re aheart of the Game and the rest falls in like a straight line in Tetris. Do the Knowledge. The Bright can step into anothers realm but the Opponent has naught within but a vacuum and slick presentation which is why this match made in hell can seem heaven sent for one who doesn’t click what is truly happening. As you may have guessed this also manifests as Slave/Masters and Warriors because one of the things I’ve noticed is the latter, unactivated, was often snared by the former who made them place a ring on it and then spent the rest of their time draining them whilst the Bright ran in circles trying to please them in a Quixotic quest they couldn’t win. I strongly suspect this is far more common than most think because some of us are just in this realm whilst the others are of it and that is a vital difference in terms of voltage. You could look at it like this, but with a difference:
The empath was either made this way or became, often due to hardship. For example if you were born to a narcissist or alcoholic or such things it was all about them and your needs came a far distant second. These folks, when out in this realm, fall back on this Pattern and thus are often best friends to the rest but their own worst enemy within. The hardest thing to see is how you are, in the moment. Its a great trick as its nearly invisible until you change it. Try rolling a dice, see what kicks as it can be quite surprising when you dust off some unused neural connections you never developed, back when.
The Victims of the Vampire are often extremely genuine.They really want to see people do well and excel. A trend I’ve noticed is one of being a tad blunt or direct but some can also be subtle. In that sense they are not living a masked existence of presenting an image whilst being something else. The Dark, on the flip, excels at this because the world is his stage and his mark, the audience, that will pay dearly for Witnessing the performance and then buying in to what they sell. I’ll let you guess which set is amped to the maximum using the net as we have many angels with dirty faces presenting themselves as one thing but they’re really nothing. And yet, people wish to buy in. Its wild, isn’t it?
Brights tend to be talented or creative. Its just a natural skill and thus they often don’t value it. It can range from being a great chef, amazing at counseling with no formal training or a billion and one things. Oddly they very rarely monetize this and often tend to struggle when it comes to ends as they’re too busy putting everyone in front of them and thus the rush never ends, especially, as mentioned, if they’re married or relating to a covert narcissist as they’ll chase a tale they poured into their head in order to get that validation. Actually, that is something from the shadows when it comes to these Victims. They, secretly, want to feel good and special which often traces back to the child within that was often partially or totally neglected. Interestingly the narc can have a similar upbringing but lacks a Self entirely – usually due to it being consumed by a parent as this is often a multi-gen thing – which is what makes them need to feed in order to feel happy. There is a slight, sly smile that they all seem to manifest. Almost like an unconscious tell that slides across their countenance as they get a hit of supreme bliss from doing what comes natural. As I’ve said before, not everything that walks in the flesh is human and this was a lesson I learned at great expense, back when, but once bitten twice smothered in garlic, yes?
The Brights talent often stems from the childhood they lived. Using the example of being a caregiver for a parent who was a derelict there was a girl who escaped into painting as it allowed her to vent and thus this natural talent expanded to many things as people would ask her to decorate their wedding, help them style an apartment and a million and one other blips. All of which were done at her time and expense as she didn’t think it was anything special of possible of monetization. Obviously this was back when but I’m lacing you with an example as plenty of peeps do this as near total ignorance of Self is par for the course on this level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. Its worth noting that this dynamic can manifest, real well, as office politics in which one does the work but another takes the credit and gets the promotion as there is a type of “hunting” in this as the Opponent stalks his target.
He wasn’t religious in any way and actually believed all scriptures are pimping but was intensely spiritual and had an unshakeable faith in another realm from which he came and would one day return again. He thought that what they sold on the shelves was for those who’d never felt the numinous within. You guessed it, he was married to a Vampire who made his life a living hell and caused him to drink like a fish in order to ease his stress. I shared this example as it highlights another trait, real well, and hints at what the Dark Soul covets:
I find it fascinating how these organic portals wrapped in flesh have very little depth and often nothing within. I have met a few and spoke at length as they circled around me as a target before the spells and magick kicked in which is why I Know there is a force behind this that stands in direct opposition to the life principle. I mean, look at the world and you tell me who is at the helm as we poison everything in the quest for more profits and trample over our fellow man just to get ahead and buy a new trinket to floss on those as broken from within as the rest but also too numb to admit it. If its not hell I truly and wondering what else they can get when they land in that fire pit. This point is quite ironic as the Bright usually comes from a childhood, difficult, as it may be laced with stress, trauma and neglect. These kind of things are like a siren for the Vamp who comes and swoops in and learns everything about their target by presenting themselves as whatever they wish. Its all superficial and glib but the allure of being heard, seen and comprehended is immense and thus they extract tons and tons of information from them only to use it as a weapon when they progress. As you can probably guess this make detachment cause more stress and they, quite often, either trap using a ring or some other type of obligation as they know their food source will do as they say because they couldn’t live with themselves if they left if the guilt trip didn’t convince them.
Now, there is a very interesting and extremely occult aspect to this which is nearly unbelievable in how it generates effects. In the case of the alcoholic his wife was an immigrant and, thanks to him, she managed to bring her whole family in using various means and tricks. All on his dime, time and lifeline. In effect she changed her family tree by watering it as he bleeds from the cuts she placed in. He was entirely oblivious to this maneuvering but I spotted it as I’m used to looking for Patterns and things like this are really quite common as one thing about Dark Souls is – due to that bassline and lack of higher resonance – they cannot tap into the subtle aspects. Remember, the Game is mental. This all takes place in your head and if you can override the awareness of one that doesn’t comprehend the tricks then its very easy to manipulate and outcome due to the use of their emotion mixed with your intent. Like I said, this part is super occult and really quite wicked which is why I’m going to leave it at this but if you consider the basic resonance of feelings as energy in motion then you can point them at a target to create what you wish. Knowing this means you can choose not to invest but what can happen is they use a network effect in which many faces manifest with one intent and the Victim that sits truly doesn’t have a clue what hit him. Those that do become the so called schizophrenic and I can tell you now, for certain, their view of reality is actually far more accurate as they comprehend they are not the voice in their head but something else which is why they get drugged and sectioned.
This is a huge part of the Game on this level as this mindset is part of the predator class that picks its vics really well as they’re dialed up and plugged in to a lower, base resonance which intends to feed on the rest and thus they often sit in the mid doing trades that glorify them or reap dividends from others effort. Its pimpin, pimpin! It truly is. A fascinating aspect of this is these Darks often feed among themselves like an apex type of thing as they have a strong belief in limitation which is the opposite of the Brights abundance. Case in point, they may see one of them has hit a lick and they intend to poison the well in order to drain them or install some form of complication as they snag that promotion or other things. Remember, office and real world politics is all them. Its the fingerprint of the hidden hand that, once seen, can’t be missed again as they are not very creative and stick to tricks as old as the hills because they are as effective as ancient but only against the ignorant hence people perish due to a lack of Self Knowledge.
For the Dark, on the flip, they’ll wear this ignorance like a badge of honor as they give not a single F beyond what they can on this spin and thus there is little depth but even this can be emulated when encircling a target. That, more often than not, is energetic manipulation as the other usually does most of the talking as they retrofit the conversation at the end with some slick linguistics to pimp the unaware consciousness. “Get used to saying “No”” I would often tell the Brights, in conversation. Even at random. If someone asks “Are you well?” respond in the negative even if you feel swell. Make rejection a habit instead of being on auto acquiesce as a lot of this is built on permission and silence is assent ergo let that two year old kid within take a seat at the helm and negate what they present.
I’ve said before that the Game almost demands we wear masks to fit in but the Dark truly has no face to claim as his under the surface and thus they revel in the chase and what it brings. This is why they often tend to have an intense fear of death mixed with a strong urge for self preservation. Put it this way, if a bomb hit this place and only rats and roaches remained you could bet your bottom dollar a Vampire would emerge from the mess and think about how to use this to his advantage. Who knows, he may even set up a cargo cult or religion if others somehow managed to survive this and label himself a god among men. Ha! Ironic, don’t you think? Its almost like acting, in that sense and one of the things I’ve seen first hand is how they can seemingly whip out a performance that seems real and authentic but can only last as long as the other pours their attention in. If its negated or rejected – thats it. Rendered null and void. Ineffective. For this to unwork one needs a sense of distance or awareness of the tricks and that is what this article intends to furnish as every good magician knows to never do the same trick in front a repeat audience as someone will click what the rest miss. That I did, do and continue to.
A point of discernment. Some Vampires go for the neck, chest and head whilst others aim at the lower centers instead. There is a definite lilt to one or the next and it manifests in their tactics as some can use the honeypot effect of sex as a weapon whereas others prefer linguistic tricks and manipulations of awareness. This brings us into the realm of subtle energetics as your flesh is actually the densest aspect of your consciousness and dark can seemingly target the fringe, real well. Whether this is due to instruction or the natural predator sense, I cant tell. Those who can do all this and beyond as well are usually in covens and darkest of dark magicians or, you could have said, further up the pyramid as there is a definite structure to all of this. A good way to tell when you’re around these people is you may sense a hit in their presence that makes you grin but afterwards you feel tired and drained. This is because they tend to give a bit before taking. Like I said, its subtle but Self evident to one who has done the Knowledge because once you cut them off you see the mask start to slip as they need to get fed as they lack that Prime connection they covet from the rest. Protect your energetics. Use this as an example:
“Oh, I lxve that dress. It fits so well, it looks like it was tailored for you. Where did you get it? By the way your skin is glowing, you must tell me your secret”.
Sounds like a compliment, yes? Wrong. That is because whilst their lips may be saying this their internal aspects are actually doing the opposite and this induces a state of confusion in your energetics as they exploit the Dual Reality Principle. Its like that old joke from back when where you’d rush up on someone and say:
“ANIDIOTSAYSWHAT?”
Then grin as they fall in. See why i said the tricks are simple but as old as the hills? Part of this is due to mechanical Thunking and not truly being present. Here is how to protect your Self:
You will always Know, ten times out ten, real quick that this is happening from the offset. Listen to that quiet voice within and keep your distance. This can be tough due to the Vampire being attractive, presenting just what you’re seeking and all the other things I said but its a moth to flame effect that its better to give a miss. If they’re already hooked in stop feeding your emotions. This can be rough as it goes against all you do well which is why they picked you as a target hence the “Just say no!” thing. Sometimes walking away with no explanation needed is the best as that is when they’ll lay it on real thick as they place more hooks in to remain fed. If you insist on engaging then stand up for your Self when they transgress your boundaries and limits. A simple statement with little emotion. If they repeat just go out for a walk and leave your phone on the desk. You may come home to charm or aggression, pay it no heed either way as its simply a performance. Once you see how its a veneer that is paper thin it makes it much easier to disconnect from the energetic pimping. The energetic exercises I mentioned elsewhen are an immense help as they help ground one and Center in Self so give them a spin. Also, look into fixing your own problems and not this realms as those past events allow them to gain access but once you’ve made peace with them and integrated the aspect that was trapped, back when, its like they can’t pull tricks in the present.
From that tip its why I’ve said that a Warrior meets teachers as all of these taught me so much about healing, integration and depth as well as the underpinnings of them, how they tick and a load of other aspects which I now share with the web as the Vampire Game is old as the Empire itself and, some would say, they are one and the same thing.
An addistraction is a neologistic contraction of addiction and distraction. If you’ve got one, had one or currently are on one you know just what I mean as it wraps its tendrils around your brain and forces you to see through its frame and everything else you know you should be doing and would be a far better way of using your talent, effort and skill rolls downhill and way out of your grip as you’re fully engaged with pushing the boulder that you grip to the summit.
For what? Ask your Self.
Spotting is the first step. Questioning the next and then forcing yourself to do something else the third because it all comes down to Hyper Avoidant Distractivity as previously mentioned but the difference with an Addistraction is that it can be a substance too as well as something you just do. Gaming, for quite a few, falls into this binge as does compulsive masturbation if you can’t get the energetic sex that would quench your immense drive for orgasms. By the way that in and of itself is a prime symbol there is something within your nervous system you wish to eject because its presence is what makes you anxious and to deal with it means one needs to become aware of what ticks under the surface so start by examining what gets you hard or wet because that offers a hint that is often linked with that which you want close but can only do via the distance a screen brings. We’ll speak of this later, just giving you an example. Here’s another one most never suspect and even the one who had it didn’t think was a problem:
“All I do is win” were the words he said and ever since an infant he’d been driven to outpace those around him with a relentlessness that veered on ferocious. His parents were astute enough to notice and pushed him towards the throes of competition in sports as well as rewarding his stream of A grades with whatever he says he wanted and thus its no surprise he became a business magnate and stacked chips to the ceiling as he outworked the rest and gave it his all and everything. “Its war, can’t you see it?” he said as he planned and strategized how to bring an end to those who would dare step or encroach upon his realm and beyond the boardroom he wasn’t averse to physical intimidation as he kept his ear connected to the pavement thanks to the chins he’d checked after a few drinks and a wrong glance in his direct led to the taking of offense as the yell escaped his lips of “This is the fight I’ve been seeking” as he repeatedly slapped himself and let a stream of invective fly from his lips “So I’m nothing huh? More than useless? Not worth a light? Don’t think I’m a problem?” he screamed as he advanced upon his target who was at this moment having second thoughts about the frisk that he’d picked because he’d simply wanted to impress some girls by showing up the businessman who was talking to them as he wanted their attention on him and this outcome isn’t one he envisioned from one suited and now booting his head in.
He ripped him and his two friends to shreds and the bouncers knew it best to dead the evidence, look the other way and pretend nothing happened because with him its on till the end and those who got on the wrong side of him often encountered more than enough problems that went above and beyond the civilized thing of just obliging someone on the cobbles. That and he always tipped well when he’d found a vent so if someone was stupid enough to step, well, then its up to them to collect their teeth from the pavement because once the man sees red then it won’t end until someone is near death.
With bloody knuckles, torn linen and immense grin he came strolling back as the three girls who started it all of were melting as they vied for his attention. “Which one of you gives the best head? Matter of fact why don’t you all try one after the next and whoever can handle the length can come back to mine for some sniff and drinks then you can tell your friends about the sesh”.
When next I saw him I set him a challenge:
“I bet you couldn’t, if your life depended on it, act scared to death of the next bunch of kids trying to impress the girls by fronting on you”. “Talk sense. Why would I want to do something so stupid? Besides, they had it coming and if you’re old enough to talk ish you’re old enough to get hit because grown man games come with grown man consequences. Speaking of which, did you see those three? Pure filth. I don’t know if they were attempting to outdo each other of they really were that in to me because we ended up emptying the war chest and spent two days going at it. My nose and loins are raw red” he said as he touched his nostrils with a tenderness that belied his weekend.
“So you can’t do it? Finally, we’ve found a challenge you can’t win. Ladies and gentleman, you are Witnessing a loser doing what he does he best” I said clapping and playing up to the imaginary audience as he started seething and frothing. “Listen” he said, with teeth totally clenched and violence barely reined in “You and me we’re friends, but even friendship has limits so never, ever talk to me like this again”. “I wasn’t talking to you at all, I was speaking to them” I said gesturing at the audience that didn’t exist in the flesh but did in his head. “All of that power, all of that strength. And for what? To attempt exorcising the demons your grandfather suppressed when the white men “Bud, bud, ding dinged” him and spat on him when he first came to the United Kingdom.
“You, he… What? Who… Who told you?” he said with palpable regress as he was knocked for six. “Have you been speaking to my parents. Thats private family business. How dare they…” he exclaimed as the rage started spinning again and he put his fist through the wall and started pacing. “They didn’t say a thing. You did. Or he did to be more accurate” I replied and let him have his vent. “Five foot six, quite thin. Not in the least bit intimidating and yet his temper was immense but not as big as his hatred for this nation where his father sent him against his will because there was no future for him in the village where he was always fighting against those who said he had nothing as they’d jeer and call him shoveler of excrement”.
“Listen, we’re Singhs. There are no castes in this. Thats all feeble minded superstition and stop doing that spooky bit around me. All I need is business consultation and a few of those handy tricks about my energetics. Not interested in the rest of this because I’m the one thats paying. You dance to the tune I set so leave my personal life out of this because thats exactly what it is. Comprehend?”. He was in an ambivalent state that oscillated between rage and releasing a huge flood of tears long held within and I knew I’d accomplished what I’d intended and now just had to wait for him to reach the state of disequilibrium that would come now the old Addistractions weren’t working.
“OK, cool. I quit. Take this a freebie, a bonus session and if you want to hire me back again it will be my usual fee times ten with no negotiation. Later”. And I left.
Now for those of you wondering let me fill you in on what I’d noticed during our interactions because its nothing psychic, even though I’m exceedingly empathic but is far more to do with psychospiritual inheritance. Lets take a cup and pour some liquid in. Then we’ll carry it around for a lifetime and let it soak up the energetics of all you’ve felt yet not expressed. It becomes more intense as we progress as the strength just keeps growing even though the volume doesn’t shift as the concentration isn’t diluted due to the life unexamined. That was his great grandfather aka shoveler of excrement. For those not aware let me fill something in:
India is ruled by a caste system. Meaning you are born into whatever your parents did. If you’re top pick then you win by default without doing a thing and if you’re the lower tiers that traditionally engaged in the works of sanitation, shoe making or other such things then you’re virtually untouchable and seen as three fifths of a human being. Sikhism is a pretty recent religion with some quite egalitarian principles when it comes to seeing women as equals and attempted to abolish this. It failed horrendously in this sense because female infanticide is still immense as a girl generates a net debt for the dowry one must service to spend on her wedding (which is always a lavish event but the other side gets credit) and the caste bit is ingrained within not just the culture but peoples mindset as well. This is quite intriguing when examined as it shows you the whole nature vs nurture thing in full effect because those who are used to throwing their weight around and getting what they wish do so at home as well and thus set the example for their kids. They see how others acquiesce and defer to the presence of their parents and thus inherit the same modes of thinking and being as the way it is and thus propagate the cycle.
Not a problem if you’re top pick but the chap from this example came from the opposite end of the spectrum and thus a few hundred years ago when one his ancestors decided to convert religions and thus drop their inherited caste name in exchange for the generic Singh they’d thought it would generate a change in fortunes. Didn’t work in that sense because everyone still called him by his old trade name of what he did but they stuck at it and by the time the boy who would grow to become the protagonists great grandparent was born there was an immense amount of rage rolling around in the bloodline due to having to bite their tongue and perpetually getting the short end of the stick from the wealthy land owners who liked a drink and were fond of music so they’d throw him a few rupees to play the drum and sing songs that aggrandized them.
His words sounded like silk but felt like venom as it was all so humiliating but the more they drank the better they tipped and he was making far more in this line of business than he was from cobbling so he stuck at it. Thing is his son would always tag along and thus his energetics were impressed by the tales of valorous legends of which his father sings and he took them as a frame of reference for himself and his greatness as all children are immensely egocentric. Add in the testosterone laden boasting, drinking, excess and occasional casual violence of the landowners and he, totally unaware of the process, designed and built a blueprint of taking no mess, being ferocious and living the lyrics his father would sing to pay the bills.
The kids around him railed at his impudence as he attempted to rise above his boot polish status and he’d happily dole out the violence that was impressed in his consciousness as what gave the wealthy and powerful the status he was craving. For the high caste kids getting beaten by one from the depths was exceedingly humiliating but they were pampered and he, now in his teens, was battle tested and walked around with a couple of chips on each shoulder that he dared others to touch so he could show them what happened.
One of his fathers friends who’d known him since back when offered to buy him a ticket to the United Kingdom and had a place for him to rest because he, in his old age, had turned to religion as a way to assuage the guilt of killing so many of his children in order to keep the land in the hands of his sons hence no girls were allowed to live and such sins were weighing heavy on his conscience. Grudgingly the boy accepted, even though he knew not a lick of English, but anything was better than this because there was simply no future, no options in this village.
Across the seas they went and he’d later recollect that time in the ocean with those just like him who were seeking something else was the best he’d ever had because landing in a place cold and distant bought him a rude awakening as to what racial violence truly is. You don’t need to speak the language to know the disrespect of getting spat at by the local NF who then gestured that they’d rather you left their fine kingdom as your kind are not welcome. Their methods of fighting were totally different to his as in the village it was open palmed strikes that seemed to be laced with tenderness in contrast to the rage filled fists and kicks as they stomped him into the pavement for daring to meet their anger with aggression. When the Police arrived they locked him up and beat him again with their truncheons and thus the mood was set for his time in this place which more than lived up to the reputation in the village that the English were a bunch of heartless dogs fueled purely by self interest.
Eventually the people he was living with found their fixer who speaks a little English and they managed to get him out and thoroughly admonished him and made it seem like he deserved it. “Son, this isn’t the village. This is a wild hostile place and they hate Brown skin. You can’t beat them or join them so keep your head down and make money instead. We’re all in this together and if you start causing problems it will reflect on all of us because these skinheads burn down buildings and are very, very wicked.”
He acquised. What choice did he have? But the rage he’d felt since childhood that he’d inherited from many generations of being seen a less than human due to the caste system was a time bomb ticking and thus he started drinking to quell the rage within. Hard work, tireless saving and he went from almost nothing to something as an arranged wife was shipped in as his father banked on his investment and thanked his stars for the little slice of land she brings and they had two children into whom this rage distilled as they went to schools and were treat different by their teachers and the rest of the kids who lined up to say they stink or “Why do you have a bun on your head?” in response to his proto-turban.
The kids got into their fair share of fights and endured bullying and after a generation when the protagonist of this adventure stepped into the flesh their family was quite rich. They lived in the West End and had a home like a palace due to generational wealth and buying properties then renting them out to people just like them. The profits were immense and they were a far cry from the days when caste set the limits but the old demons weren’t dead, just asleep within and awaiting someone who would animate their presence and give them life again after a few generations of suppression.
This is what I saw enlivening the drives of the successful businessman with a proclivity for violence that was mentioned in this missive although he was entirely ignorant of this. To him that was the way he is. He didn’t have a clue about the inheritance of trauma and rage he was living in the sense of the Patterns that existed in one long dead who he’d never met and had only heard of his adventures as the one who fought the white men and took the steps to establish them in this new kingdom. Even at nursery, if he wanted a toy he just took it without asking. Especially if said was a Caucasian and getting much joy as it made him feel triumphant. The same Pattern would repeat, again and again, throughout his life and it served him well as the modern world rewards aggression in fields just as sport and business where he excelled as he took what his parents had and parlayed it into bigger things that generated more and more dividends. He ran through women with a quickness. Blond haired and blue eyed princesses with which he would attempt to satiate a thirst that simply couldn’t be quenched as well as willfully going out to seek violence and then paying off the establishment had created a legend as well as his access to high quality narcotics which were most profitably pedaled by his best friends. They were quite a team when it came to getting it in but it was now when we met and he came face to face with his Addistraction without realizing it because he’d simply wanted to know how to solve a problem he was having in his business.
See, nothing exists in a vacuum. Everything is interconnected hence what was once will be again but those who wear these Patterns like a second skin can easily forget what life was like au naturel as they aren’t actually living their own existence but that of the ghosts of the past that dwell within their vessel. It may sound a tad esoteric but I assure you you are also having these effects. Maybe not as dramatic but there is a good reason why the basis of so many olde time religions was the pacification of the ancestors as they comprehended the connection and implications of those who stepped into this realm in regards to those who left and may have felt unfinished business as well as that which needed a vent. Shamans were great at this as they could spot and defuse the Pattern in a kid before he caused problems for the entire village because all it takes is a little introspection, reflection and deduction to realize “I am this” which then generates distance and stops ones life being played out as a puppet at the whims of those long dead yet unfulfilled.
From the outside looking in the man in question had it all and was fond of saying things like “Living the dream” and “All I do is win” because his dysfunction was entirely invisible and had never been called into question as he’d learned to live a masked existence that showed his parents what they wished and then the streets something else. His staff were terrified and adored him. Same with all of their tenants because they knew if they ever had a problem with anyone about anything all they had to do was call him and he’d come screaming round the corner ready to kick in the head of whoever dared disrespect one living in his building. On the flip if they were late with the rent or complained a little too vigorous about the tap which drips or leaky ceiling then he may just see red with them and thus it was a tightrope which called for balance as, in many ways, he did what a lot of them simply wished they were capable of being in a land which still saw them as second class citizens. Just like the village.
Funny how things change and yet they stay the same, yes?
Underlying all of this is the principle of Addistraction which usually kicks in to avoid these Patterns we’ve either built or, usually, inherited. In that sense they are old phantoms jangling new chains and this is why people often say “He’s such a nice guy, I don’t know what came over him” as they see a totally different side of a person. A lot of folks have better impulse control and not such a large streak of recklessness as the man detailed in this example and instead they suppress the urge which swells instead of acting on it. This has its own consequences that usually come in the form of ill health (often symbolic as the body tries to make sure the mind gets the message), avoidance, distraction or countless other types of coping mechanism. A lot of them have become socially sanctioned and acceptable but that is only because most people walk around this realm with their head up their rear end and won’t admit it stinks as that would require thinking different.
Sure, this example is extreme but it is vivid because there are countless people like this in many fields, not all of them are a success. This chap just happened to get in where he fits in when it comes to the business of violence and is something of a legend around the ends as he sees himself as Robin Hood who fights for the oppressed. At least he did until we met. Gradually he came to realize that there is only one true Opponent in this realm. Only ever one battle and that is within.
See, the past is always present. In that sense your skin is a traveling bag of your existence and the blood in your veins carries your ancestors traits, for good or evil, hence the grail keeper is who you be. That is a huge responsibility. These are advanced concepts for those who’ve done the preliminaries in knowing the ledge and taken their steps upon the Path of Power as none but ourselves can free our minds from the prison they’re within.
Therein lies the problem as 81% of those who dwell on the face of the planet are obsessed with decorating their cell with trinkets and baubles to make it more comfortable as they never seem to question why life feels like this. No, instead they’re like swans that swim around on the surface pretending to be serene but, secretly, they’re flapping away beneath as they try to stay afloat and stave off the emotions they refuse to feel, deal or release. And so they live a masked existence. Slaves to ignorance, disconnected from Inner Sense and totally lacking in any Knowledge of Self as (nine times out of ten) they place their power outside of them and impatiently await a miracle, some salvation or winning lottery ticket.
In the mean time Addistraction fits the bill. Its everyones favorite sugar pill that can fix a thousand ills, hide a billion symptoms and let you pretend, just for a moment, that things aren’t as they are but as you wish. Its the sound of the collective breathing a sigh of relief as they forget they’re sinking within the sands of ignorance and thus certain to perish. This is why a lot are not ready to disconnect. The truth of their existence is so horrifying that they will rail and lash out at the one helping as they project their suffering. “Its him, he is the wrong. He is the bad man! He makes me feel like this” as they point their fingers and vent whilst ignoring the three aimed at the true cause of the problem.
After all, if one, externally, can control, evoke and manipulate your energies in a way better than you can your Self then what do you call that person, my friend?
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.
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.
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.
A man kept having the same dream, again and again. In it he was being chased by some faceless demon that scared him. He’d rise in bed with his heart pounding as he tried to convince himself that this was all ridiculous. See, our minds may tell lies but our nervous system says it is exactly how it is when it comes to consciousness and the decoding of the Matrix. He asked:
“How the hell do I deal with this? It doesn’t relent and my sleep is being torn to shreds. I’ve had enough of it”.
“Have you? Have you really? Because you don’t sound like you have. I reject your deposit”.
“What do you mean? I came to ask for help so what are you saying?”.
“What I’m saying is what you’re hearing. There is no feeling in your words whereas you heard my message loud and clear. Instead of sitting there in bed trying hard to pretend that private vision in your head hasn’t left you quaking, shaking and phasing to a rather strange vibration – admit it. Relish it. Don’t face your fears. Chase them. Anger is the flip of fear, yes? Accept the range, rewrite the script and set your intent that the next I time I see that demon try to chase me I’m going to let him have it as I turn the tables and flip my Opponent into my Victim”.
There was a shift in his optics, like a literal ripple of consciousness along with a subtle nod of his head as “No doubt, no doubt” dropped from his lips. I didn’t see him again for a bit but the next time he dropped in he was singing a different hymn:
“You are not gonna believe this. I actually got that promotion”.
“Yeah, speaking about possession, I faced that demon. I did what you said and when I rose in bed with my chest pounding and adrenaline pumping I looked not at the symbol but at its resonance as I asked my Self “When else do I remember feeling like this?“. At first nothing happened because the sensations were simply too overwhelming but I stuck with it and the next time it kicked I had the strangest flicker of recollection. At the time it was nothing but it was so left field that I could nothing else but hit the “Huh?” face in bed as it felt like a super thin slice of life from a phase I didn’t quite remember yet. I knew I was a child, there were familiar elements present that I hadn’t considered for ages but there was no coherent narrative. Just a random smattering of things and I approached them with an oddly curious sense because of what you’d said about the nature of suppression and how our greatest strengths are presented as dread in order to ensure one has the mind to handle the power therein.
Over the next few I started recollecting bits and bobs that were intensely personal so don’t mention these online but you’re free to share the rest. Net result was that for the first time in as long as I can recollect I felt free from a sense of dread that I’d been force fed since way back when. Sometimes the slice was thin, others I’d be choking on it and that ties in real well with your topic of resolution and the glow that dimmed because it was akin to trying to stream Netflix via a Nineties internet connection. The band wasn’t broad enough to get the message hence it came through in bits so I’m glad I listened and kept the pad and pen on deck as I’d get a scrap here and glimpse there which often made no sense but I jotted down the text and then, eventually, the whole narrative unfolded and I felt a long suppressed scream leave my lips as I started to recollect exactly what had happened. This stuff is life changing. Intense but life changing, that much is for certain”.
This is quite a common comment from those who’ve taken the steps to create the Path which is made by walking. How far you progress is, in the end, your wish as some are quite content to solve the current problem and then get back to the business of living whilst others feel a glow within that simply can’t rest until its shining, as intended. In the practical sense, for those reading, its often wise to start with a list. As usual you’ll need to speak to the child within using the technique mentioned but, in general, you want to look, forensic, at your coping mechs and what they’re avoiding. Your fictional choices, real world showboating, things you promise you’ll do when you get that, this and this along with the answer to this question:
“If money was no object where would you live and what would you be doing?“.
Provide detail then compare and contrast your current situation and find the hidden blocks that prevent progress and star considering what other events or situations remind you of this and as you draw the links notice the sensations beneath the neck. Feel them. Let them be. Treat them like an angry child and show compassion and tenderness. Often they just want to be heard and once they know they have your attention it can cause a shift in the sequence which, eight out of ten, vents in a dream that same PM as you interface with aspects of your subconscious at rest. Start putting the pieces together, imagine a life without limits, try something different, ditch a habit that doesn’t help for a specific period and then reward your Self for acing it with something you’d been denying. Get familiar with discomfort and then you may just discover the magic within. Most of all remain present, sit and breathe. If you happen to slip and notice you’re doomscrolling (a coping mech, par excellence) don’t beat your head but stop and grin as you’ve spotted the (false) self doing what it does best as you recollect you aren’t it if you can observe its actions and move back into the role of director instead by embracing the Witness and let the thought patterns melt like a cloud shifting from the sun which it attempted to dim as you start to shine again.
Facing your fears is often done with a sense of bravado and such things but that is usually just a mimic of the true resolution whereas this chasing, or stalking to be more accurate, is a far more subtle thing as people report quite odd syncs in which random outside things mirror or reflect an internal process whilst setting off a chain of introspection that linked all the curious bits they’d scribbled down in ink and that can really be quite exhilarating. Best of all is once its gone, it went. That aspect of energetics shifts from resistance to integration and thus you are now in charge of greater resources and possess more bandwidth which, I suspect, truly is the point of living where most are tricked into Thunking external trinkets and validation can scratch this internal itch but thats another topic.
People try and find happiness outside themselves. To me this has always seemed like a fools errand because if two empty glasses clink and each asks “Gotta drink?” then it won’t be long until problems manifest, yes? For so long I have been on a quest to find that place within I once Knew well as a jit and, quite often, I’ve gladly sacrificed external things to this mission. It is from this vantage I sit and type this because whilst I may not have anything to show for it there is plenty of gnosis and a lot of that I’ve shared on the web as well as conversations in the flesh, which are my preference.
If you are a regular reader you will be aware that I think something is very wrong with all of this and my conceptual framework to share my perspective is a Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits which furnish us with the flesh we’re wearing. Saturating the realm is pure consciousness and we, each and every one, are it and it is us. This is the great trick of “being human”. Discovering this as a fact is one of the things I met – face to faceless – on my quest. That and plenty of sadness. Words cannot express the depth of pain we, each and every one, carry within and in order to assuage this inheritance of ignorance that runs in a stream, unchecked, from way back when to the present moment most choose to live a masked existence. This state of affairs is so common that 81% of the world is complicit in their own oppression and thus looks at others to vent their tensions by projecting blame when, in the end, its only them in this realm interacting with figments of their imagination trying to tell them to look in as the three fingers point back are a hint as opposed to the one, jabbing.
I mean stop and think how dim you’d seem if you’re sat on the couch, binge watching, whilst eating potato chips with a grin as you point at your friend and say:
“Don’t worry, she’s taking my belly to the gym!“.
Idiotic, isn’t it? And yet that is what nine out of ten people in relationship expect and when it doesn’t manifest there is a strangely symbiotic relationship with their kids that can range from full of narcissist to one who just takes a random drink or pops the balloon of their dreams with a comment. I have never, ever seen anyone consciously parent or relate to anyone else. Why would they if they can’t do for Self? It makes no sense and yet this is the world as it is and, to me, that was a fail ergo I took that trip within to create the Path you make by walking. Thing is I’m so far aheart at the moment that it feels like I’m on the wrong planet as I sit there and watch so many well trained frogs sitting in pots that are turned up in increments. None of them will admit they’re sweating or they detest all of this because they secretly (or blatantly) covet the validation.
Can’t you see how your mind is behind enemy lines, my friend? No. I suppose not because if you haven’t put the work in then how the heck would you have something for comparison? In that sense most are living in a nightmare, spread thin, they call their every waking moment and just like a dream it needs a shift in perspective so one stops and examines the narrative and realizes quite how ridiculous it is.
There are many things that you, the well adjusted, can do without thinking that, to me, are nigh on impossible. The flip is also true when it comes to navigating my awareness and that, in some respects, is to be expected because there are but a limited amount of stats and when you max out the inner realms something has to give but this is where the bonus round kicks in and that is most interesting as it all plays out within ergo its a true win/win for one clicks they’re in the world but not of as you bear not its imprint. The rest, however, do not want to hear this and can’t stand anything that contradicts the voice in their head they Thunk is them as its the devil they know best via the state of Adulteration. Oh sure, they miss Inner Sense as well but have drinks, pills, sex, television and the web along with as much bread and circuses as they can handle but how many of them are truly content to sit alone in a room with no distractions and find a peace grin upon their lips that emanates from within with no pump faking or bliss making? Just standard equipment.
From this vantage your heart weeps for the rest who perish due to a lack of Knowledge and then these tears explode like a fountain once you click that even if you showed them, A to Z, what is needed they simply would not do it because it contradicts what they expect, have been programmed with and prefer as their resonance. Tell me that isn’t the slickest trick, ever imagined? The wildest part is that the forces at the helm that made them like this detest my presence with a vengeance even though, irony of ironies, its their antics that made me this ergo its a chicken and egg type thing or the genesis of a nemesis, if you will.
The Game on this level is a strange as you can get. That times ten when you comprehend it takes place in your head because then one must question how the heck you ended up at this depth and why on earth you accepted all the mess that made you act as you did in an attempt to forget what they’d rather you didn’t recollect. Thing is, some of us are a bit stubborn, ya dig? Not so much taking the bull by the horns but attempting to ride it, up, up and away, far from this realm back to the land that causes effects. This, as you can guess, originates within but in the quest of unlearning your ignorance it often reps a threat to many sacred cattle and sleeping dogs most would rather not examine. Not me though and this, I shall grimly say, ain’t no fairy tale because the head can spin a tale but the body recollects, never, ever forgets and is always present and correct in the only time you truly possess:
Tell me that doesn’t describe your inner realms, real well.
I’ve spoke to a lot of people. Truly I have. In excess of eight hundred K. Maybe even a million and none have been able to provide what I’m seeking but I’m sure I’ve laced them with some Game or, at the least, amusement as they walk away, shaking their heads, saying:
