Who Keeps Sending Prophets and Why?

Today we’re gonna see how there are no limits in my head and some of what is said may be construed as blasphemous by those hemmed in by fat lines of Thunk so buckle up, buttercup, as its about to get thick:

Who keeps sending prophets and why?

Forget everything else you may or may not know about this realm and just examine that narrative via a critical lens and between hell and a hard place makes perfect sense, yes? I mean, we have a shining beacon of light that pours in from a higher realms and says “Ruh roh! Y’all done goofed and are in a mess” which then gets penned into a text thats, more often than not, used to drive conflicts and urge collection plates and such things. With me so far? Those on the bottom of the pyramid, the great unwashed at whom the message is often directed, are quite pious and devout when it comes to the symbols and such things and clutch to them like a drowning man a brick. They may, sometimes, think the other side are infidels for their backwards superstitions and such things but we’re getting ahead so lets back it up a step:

Who keeps sending prophets and why?

This one came to me, back when, and I’ve been pondering it on and off ever since because if it was all wine and roses then there would be such need for intervention. The very fact that they’re sent, crucified, maligned, murdered or such things suggests we’re no longer in Kansas and the canvas upon which we etch a sketch called being human may hide a truth stranger than any fiction could imagine. Wouldn’t that be something? What if the mind itself had been infiltrated, hence the repeat signals which are corrupted – ad infinitum. What then? I mean, how could you tell? Really stop and wonder at depth on this one, my friend. Know the Ledge. After all, we are nothing but energy in motion that regales a story in our heads about what happened and left an impression from which we forge a narrative. We are reality creating machines underpinned by a loose string of desires that run most of everything and the little, tiny bit of which we are truly conscious is, at this moment, automated and dazzled into oblivion.

I spend quite a lot of time in isolation these days. Its an immense contrast from the halcyon swing of the pendulum and I’m unsure which one I liked best. Most will never get to visit either of these extremes as I’ve spoke to around Eight Hundred K people in the flesh, at a guess, on an array of topics most intense and then there is the decade alone in which I was a recluse at home and that unfolded into access to other realms. Yeah, like I said, my adventure in the flesh is definitely not like the rest and thus I think about such things. There are, however, odd little blips that I cannot help but notice.

Like the fact that schizos don’t get fooled by optical illusions and swear up and down that something outside of them is putting thoughts in their head and nary a “scientist”, ever, stopped and spotted this common thread that remains constant from back when. Doesn’t that seem a bit odd? I think it is. Better yet is no matter how bad they were tripping, in altered states of heavily medicated they recognized me, as I am, ten times out of ten and thus my presence was a beacon akin to something solid in a world ever changing and thus we had some interesting conversations that extend way past the fringe. You know one of the things that really got me thinking? Back when, way before the near death experience and glimpses of higher realms, one of them turned and said:

“How are you like us from within but externally like them?“.

Like it was some kind of camera trick or stealth camouflage tactic that allowed me to mix in whilst being aware of the world, invisible. I say all of that to say this:

Who keeps sending prophets and why?

Forget all the beef, sacred cows, he said, she said and threat of thermonuclear weapons because if we strip the shell to its basics it points to unshakable proposition that is world shaking:

We are being held hostage by something we do not comprehend in a place designed to look like heaven but feel like hell.

Now I know that for most reading that is a bridge too far on a place they haven’t etched in their map and can’t find using any GPS but you have to comprehend I was raised around addicts and derelicts as well as the career criminals that fed on this heady mix. Many a time I wondered what the F I’d done to end up in such a realm and all of those around opined the same as the old “One of these is not like the rest” went way beyond my caramel complexion standing out like a fly in buttermilk around the ends. And yet these folks were open to my questions and their philosophical bent as all they knew was pain and suffering thus a welcome distraction from the mess of living was often a welcome relief. As one said:

“Kid, I’d say your way of thinking is right up my street but I genuinely don’t have a clue whats going on in that heads of yours but its mighty interesting and quite refreshing. Whatever it is, keep at it. Don’t let the baskets grind you down like they did to me”.

A lot of life wisdom is knowing what not to do and before I hit my teens I’d been furnished with a PhD of the streets from which I selected the greatest hits and decided to reality test. That, however, is another missive because whilst said adventures bought me in contact with immense swathes of people for said conversations they also taught me a thing or ten about this realm because I’ve seen religious men launder the profits of heroin using their tax exempt, cash business as well all kinds of wickedness from those who will deal death with a grin then present a slick public image like its not a huge trick to pimp those dumb enough to invest in what they sell. All of that and it really makes me question the intent behind this realm because when I was fracturing a law or twelve, back when, I was doing really, really well as it seemed fate favored my undertakings and I was always two steps ahead of the filth and first over the hill with a new hustle and thus it wasn’t so much the funds but the fun of the flip as making almost something from next to nothing is an immense buzz. The loot is just a side effect as anyone who has traded war stories whilst getting buzzed will attest because its all about the feeling, in the end.

Who keeps sending prophets and why?

If you strip back every single religion to its most basic nutshell it attests:

“Treat the next man like you would your Self“.

Thats it. They all also tend to preach a bit about death and what kicks plus how to ensure you’ll fit in and get what was promised. Riddle me this, my friend:

Does a baby get a pamphlet or some form of instruction on how to breathe? What about a fish when it comes to swim? No and no, yes? And yet we, as humans, need to know how to get out of this mess we’re within and someone, some place, keeps sending his peeps with a message to help that gets twisted to hell, commercialized and sold to the rest as an excuse to loot, pillage and rape the next for believing something else. Am I the only one who can see the fingerprints of a hidden hand? Come on, you don’t need time served on the pavement to think like this. Do you? Its actually quite blatant but most haven’t clicked why with the Abrahamic’s that have the world in a panic where one side seems to think the messiah they’re awaiting is the best it can get whilst the others do yell “It’s the anti-Christ himself!”. Not only this but they squabble over the same pitch like it was designed to antagonize and beget problems. I guess we’ll see what kicks from Twenty Twenty Fifth plus Eight thrown in the mix as I predict it will be quite the sketch for those turned on and tuned in to what they’re selling.

Who keeps sending prophets and why?

Both Buddha and the ancient Egyptians attest that coming face to faceless with death reps quite the challenge. The Gnostics and their ilk said such things but, for them, living was even more difficult along without countless sects whose works were expunged from the record. Its the same with the Pane Body type thing. To me it feelsees as Self evident as I have made it shift and noticed what kicks in my awareness as well as embodiment but when I spoke of it to a bunch of people who were well versed in tripping as the frame of mind that keeps them locked into this realm they reacted with a type of intellectual violence for even daring to mention they may be ignorant of some aspects of their mind which are keeping things hidden from them. Like I said, most people have limits in their head they’re scared to press and I, thankfully, missed that lesson when it was getting hammered in and such a type of thinking was championed on the pavement as most of them were not strangers to an alternative education that shared things which went beyond any official text that could only teach you how to fit in to the rules another said. An aggressive intellect is a rare thing in this realm. If you have one, cherish and it develop it beyond legislated feelings are the wave at present and thus people who are already strangers to Self are further censoring their awareness which, if you stop and consider it, is as insane as it gets on this floating asylum.

What if that is truly the case and the fruit loops were in ascent, back when, and created a large web they slung around the planet to harvest or lock in consciousness like the true fishers of men and this what the other side warns against because the danger of the baby brain is even gods can be made to forget their intrinsic strength and then they are further attuned to a collective mess as they don’t want their parents to dislike them and thus they bend the knee and have the spell of “Stop crying!” cast upon them which builds the Pane Body in which they dwell and caused the addicts to line up in the AM for a fix whilst trying to trade a stolen radio or something they’d just shoplifted for a hit of a little something something in their veins to numb the pain of living. Things like this made me wonder because you’d be surprised at how junkies reply with total honesty when it comes to their map of reality, what happens when they’d OD and various strange blips they’ve seen as the doors of perception were cracked and offered a peep about the truth of Three D and thus they told me as peeps knew who to seek as keys unlock doors, feel me?

Till we meet again

Addicted to the Dark Side

The only thing that makes any sense is that, maybe, perhaps, back when, I was addicted to the dark side and this life is the flip of ones I done lived to become the coal that shines bright, like a diamond. You too, possibly, may realize this but only if you Know the Ledge and dare take a look into the abyss as you ponder the shadows depth along with the implications of wearing flesh in this Game we all play using our Souls as credits.

Can we truly know another? I suspect the answer to this is nil because if all we interact with in this realm are but figments of our inner realms then the quest for to sift wisdom from the ignorance by upping your resolution is the only quest worth partaking in. Sure, for many, getting laid or paid takes precedence. Every now and then some ascend and wish to make the world a better place and after this you get to step on the Path of Power to transcend and exit stage left at the end. It sure beats the infinite regress of having your Soul fitted with new flesh for another spin after the mindwipe kicks in, doesn’t it? I’ll let you tell it.

Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I always speak in coherence with my chest which, in times of universal decep is how you spot the involutionary in the mix as he strolls through the Valley of the Plebs. Such is the quest of the righteous and I’m not saying that in terms of being biblical or a holier than thou flex because we’re all caught up in this realm that peddles ignorance as wisdom and will brook no questioning when one is fully invested in a narrative that didn’t spring from within. Really unwrap this. Take away your name, fame, claims to that and this and tell me, my friend, were you designed by a System or did you, your Self, push the pen and write your lifes script?

Most simply accept what they’re given because, as Pryor said, its easier to live what another says. Doesn’t that hint at the true nature of powerlessness and why most covet trinkets and accolades akin to beggars with bowls of solid gold who comprehend not what they possess. Or, in deed as well as action, that which places its grip around their consciousness and, right now, says “Pay no heed to he who speaks on the man behind the curtain”. Once again, how can you be the voice in your head when you are that which listens? Riddle me this, my friend, and you’ll start unraveling the narrative that made beasts out of men and, at this very moment, is plotting to augment your consciousness with a little slice of silicon which will, soon, change this realm into something most won’t comprehend.

We live in strange times. That much is for certain. Haven’t you ever wondered how and why you’re well adjusted to such immense sickness? What could hell have that this place doesn’t manifest? Same with heaven as well. They are both here, now. What you decode depends on if you chose to encode what they present or if you rearrange the resonance and shift reaction into creation instead. Anagrams are spells, much like language, and thus the ultimate trip is within the depths of your consciousness of which that voice in your head is a tiny, tiny bit that hides your true potential under layers of fear and dread mixed with lots of conditioning designed to keep you hemmed in to the lowest possible variation or wackest version of your Self.

Hoo! Did you feel what I just said in your chest? Did it nod in silence and assent that the perspect presented is correct or do these immense run on sents with a rhythmic lilt begin and end in your dome of which you could be the king but are enSlaved instead via your own ignorance? In many ways we’re all addicted to the dark side. Some of us click this and question why the glow of Inner Sense did dim as we progressed but the treadmill won’t relent and it demands you acquiesce to its demands and resonance which brings its own form of creature comforts in the land of ignorance. Not so for me. That was never an option and the life I’ve lived starts to make sense because if its your last spin then expect the Game to reject you as you do it. Its kind of poetic, isn’t it? To reign in hell can seem quite seductive when the class with two teachers kicks in. Once I was blind, now I see, perfect.

Ironic, isn’t it? How those we perceive as friends could smile and be villains. I guess that is just how the stage is set on this spin for the one pushing the pen and extending these thoughts to the web with the intent of awakening the collective on an individual level to the strength that hides within the ridiculous premise they accept called being human. The flip is when one comprehends that Self Destruction feels quite addictive to those numbed from within and incapable of sensing the subtle and ineffable nature of their inner realm that is lost in the whirlwind of ignorance. Many clocks begin to tick at the common resonance which is why the hardest thing, at the moment, is being true to thine Self as the rest is but BS to which the drowning man does cling instead of choosing to reject it and swim to the beach which is their divine inheritance. Let go. Gain everything. Dare ye Know the Ledge?

I can’t blame the other side. We’re beyond good and evil at this wavelength. I get why you do what you do but do they comprehend my motive? In some sense they do because of the nature of callous around this realm and, to them, my presence is a threat but its actually the opposite as I simply came to deliver a message then jet once the scales are equal. Place a feather on one end, my heart on the next. If one preps to meet death whilst living then the curtain they dread becomes the one you embrace instead as the pain and suffering that turned a coal into a diamond is, by its very nature, a necessary evil. Matter of fact, try this:

I want you to grab a pad and pen and write down your favorite coping mech that you know isn’t truly for the best and then keep on digging in until you end up with a feeling which leads to a recollection. Sit with it. Accept it. Don’t fight or pretend as you attempt to evade what it says. It could manifest as discomfort, an immense urge to do something else or a zillion and one other tricks as penned by the Opponent in your head. No. I want you to embrace it. Treat it like the scared child it is and bring it to your chest. Thank the sensations for the immense weight they’ve carried to bring you to this realization as you tell them:

“I appreciate all you have done. No more fights and flights are needed. I want you, instead, to ease that burden by handing it over to me if you wish. As you can tell, I’m stronger, bigger and present in this moment as well. Come, rest and digest. Stay for a while and play in the Kingdom below our neck as we get accustomed to the divine presence known as Inner Sense and regain our true awareness”.

The convo may differ but the effect is identical as beneath the discomfort is the gift that can’t wait for unwrapping. Do this a few more times and see what happens. I’m quite certain you’ll attest that the one who stares back at what reflects after a few sessions is a different version of Self and that is your greatest strength that is currently hidden with the dark side of your awareness. Like the moon there are three sides to this Game. The wax and wane are evident but its the part that occulted which pulls the strings as we stroll around in this realm that sells ignorance as wisdom then punishes those who accept what it tells with no questions or pondering. Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? What I face is something else and that is the forces that shaped this realm and made the Game how it is. We all do, on some level. Most simply can’t comprehend it as its not in any official texts because nobody will give you the education needed to overthrow them. I learned on the streets from those adept in the art of pain and suffering. There is much wisdom to be gleaned from the really real the world sees as dregs. Schizos as well shared a lot of what they felt that got them placed in padded cells because one can’t be paranoid if they truly are out to get, yes? Thats a deeper topic and this is a simple missive that hints at bigger things. I wish you the best in your journey of Self empowerment as you, my friend, are the true prince or princess of your inner realms but the forces that render you a servant instead see this gnosis as a threat plus the treadmill they built is well oiled and seductive with a broad way, illuminated, to hide its own brand of darkness.

Dare ye Know the Ledge or am I singing to the deaf?

Till we meet again

Hidden Symbolism of the Devils Trident

Lets imagine there are certain things in this realm that are powerfully effective at breaking the trance you’re in. What would you do if you were a real life super villain that holds the world in its grip? Well, the first problem you must deal with is there was a time when your reign didn’t exist and someone else was at the helm. Have you ever studied the historical record at depth? How one mans gods become the next devils? I found this quite fascinating, back when, as modern people adamantly linked the trident with Satan and said all kinds of bad things whereas the Greeks said the symbol was from Poseidon himself who was known as the benevolent. Forget all the rest of the details as they’re beyond this missive as we’re concentrating on one simple sign and whats hidden within for those pondering at depth:

You will notice that it stands on a single point and then splits into three, yes? Almost like a tree. I wonder what that could mean? The one on the left is will, as its what you use to make things happen. The one in the mid reps wisdom instead aka gnosis or Knowledge as what the F is the point in having the keys to a fighter jet if you can’t fly the thing? The next is the power to act. Throw all of them in the mix and you can’t help but win, my friend. Its as simple as this. Thats the hidden symbolism of the Devils trident and why ignorance is presented as wisdom because if you pick up this weapon and wield it at your Opponent he can’t help but yield as you become a living threat to his hitherto unquestioned dominance of your entire lineage. Dare ye awaken the Warrior within? If not for thee then do it for your children so you can pass on the wisdom and lets see the world they build where Inner Sense is at the helm. Lets try some practical examples, yes?

Everything in this realm is mental. That is just the way the Game is. Even you, my friend, were a twinkle – once upon a when. A concept. A thought that manifested. The trick is Knowing which dream to dream, in which its worth investing. For that one requires either a brutally honest conversation with Self or a paid consultation. There are lots of people out there that are capable of amazing things but don’t get off their rear ends. On the flip there are plenty that are woefully inadequate for the task they picked but still manage to excel or, at least, pay the bills as they do their thing. Its strange, isn’t it, how those with skills are often wracked with insecurity and a lack of confidence or, on the other end of the swing, don’t think they can charge for something that comes natural. People can’t imagine being anything but themselves and that is quite sad as, in the end, they often do themselves a disservice due to the mess that was poured into their heads, back when, as they were furnished with the skills needed to run the treadmill. This may not be no Immacontentin involution but its the next best thing until that limitless pill manifests in this realm… So, to recap, its not just about having a thought its about having the correct thought, at the right time, with the best intent that is grounded in realism but aimed beyond this realm and what it says is possible. Next:

Discernment. Know what is and isn’t practical. That doesn’t mean one should limit their imagination. No, far from it but see the Game for what it is and comprehend what you’re up against. Is your investment and return the best you can get? If you walked into a casino with limited chips what would be the best gamble? Roulette. Did you know that with the correct mindset you can get the odds up to seventy percent? I’ve actually lived these lyrics and bopped in with next to nothing and strolled out with fat pockets as the pit boss was left thinking how the hell I did it. Granted that particular example was fueled by intuition and some other things but it worked real well to spring the next step for a plan in motion that needed a cash injection at the moment. Its why I wouldn’t recommend it but offer it as an example as you may need to go from A to C but that journey to B may lead backwards to Z which leaps aheart, ya feel me? There are no accidents in this realm, just opportunities to learn, my friend. One of the best “tricks” you can use at this bit was just given to you in a hint but I’ll let you work it out for Self as its more fun that way, isn’t it? Work the angles, play the odds, bring something new to the market or if its tried and tested make it the best they can get then give away free samps before flooding the street and eradicating the comp or, on the flip, charge way more and only pitch at the exclusive clientele so your exposure is limited and cachet, elect. Horses for courses, my friend. Know the lay of the land and place your bets which steps to the next section:

The power to act. Plenty of folks are walking around with pistols with no firing pins in em. They’ll have the target dead bang, go through all the motions and then wonder why their hit floats off into the distance and they’re standing there playing with themselves. Ironic, isn’t it? Its like having a sports car with your foot jammed on the brake as you attempt acceleration. Not happening. This level of internal tension, for most, is as immense as they are ignorant. I offered a solution in another text that involves bouncing. Get up to forty five minutes and the magic happens as you won’t need to read a thing I’ve said as you’ll do it all for Self and thats the best because the aim, in the end, is for you to sip from your own chalice of Inner Sense. That is when your adventure in the flesh truly begins, my friend. The rest is but a distraction from the feature presentation that most never Witness in the flesh as they were too busy trying to fit in. Such are the tricks of the Opponent and best believe he has a team of flying monkeys on deck. Heck you may even be married to one as we speak or looking after a parent. Newsflash, slick, that role is flipped. You were not sent here to do this. If you do so with a grin and its your fondest wish then fine, have at it but if its laced with regret and as much emotional blackmail as you can handle you may just have a vampire in your midst thats busy drinking your lifes potential whilst making you miserable. Do you have the power to act? Now you see why its in the end because this is the move which makes it all begin so start seeing the world for what it is and not what you wish or expect. Leave those Games for the fools who are born, each moment. Let the dead bury the dead. Awaken the Warrior within.

There, in a nutshell, is the hidden symbolism of the Devils trident. Whilst we’re here lets check the definition of G.O.D as well and see if you can find some parallels that may hint at bigger things and then, for extra credit, why don’t you tell me why thirteen is actually mans best friend plus the symbol of luck and perfection for those who seek emancipation from this realm? No search engine tricks, slick, just good old fashioned intellect dipped in intuition with a sprinkle of lateral thinking because I’m quite certain that when you find the solution you’ll grin and, at least, have a lot of fun flexing in the process as you dig depths most never check as they live the life unexamined and thus barely scrape the surface of their innate potential which, when considered, is really quite a sad event, isn’t it?

Till we meet again

Anxiety, Avoidance & Achievements

Since I wandered off the Path of Power into the Valley of the Plebs its been quite intriguing to see the types of tricks the crappy version of me plays upon myself to feel better about where I am as it attempts to make me forget where I’ve been and who I used to be. Another thing is I crave the screen like a baby does a teat as it helps to ease the immense amount of anxiety that comes from being incoherent within aka the mind and body disconnection. Third is I excel at setting myself small, safe (but often ridiculously complex) challenges so I can look back at a win as the rest of my life slides downhill.

Its been interesting to say the least because you, reading this, have no other barometer of comparison other that the version of you you are and can always recollect being but for me its an immense downshift. Its also quite eye opening as these behaviors are obviously preprogrammed in as coping mechanisms that modern society seems to not only exploit but feed as well. Great for business. Bad for individuation and the mental health that brings as it seems to lure you in to a state of digital connectedness as it isolates more and more parts of you from your Self.

I’m no stranger to the inside of my mind and its wiles because I’ve perceived reality as it stands without its lens and the contrast is immense but this is the first time I’ve regressed to this depth. What started off of a small imperiment has became a full blown addiction in creating, maintaining and sustaining the most mediocre version of myself possible whilst using as many distractions as I can get to prevent me from realizing this. Here’s my ideas on the hows and whys of this process:

Our brains are actually three tiered affairs that specialize in their own thing. One keeps the breath and blood flowing (survival at its most basic), the other generates emotions and the broad vision of your inner realm (feelings, drives and motivation) whilst the upper deck handles the executive functions like being creative, letting your imagination do its thing and all of the fun things. The way I can describe it is they work like cups which you fill with the voltage of bio-electricity within therefore one the first layer is good (ie you’ve got food, clothing and shelter with no immediate threat of death) the next one can be filled so you now birth that animal state of awareness in which you’ve got Self motivated actions and the rudiments of recognizing the rhyme behind the reason of what you’re doing. Not saying you’re stupid but this realm is more like a maelstrom of emotion in contrast to the loftier vantage afforded from the next step at the Pre-frontal Cortex.

Now before whilst I was still engaged in the methods of energy cultivation that the Path of Power brings there were clear lines of communication between my limbs, torso, head and the rest as the mind-body existed along one smooth continuum in which messages were flowing back and forth in real time, each moment. One of the side effects of this was I could do things like feel my bones, communicate with my organs and soothe my Central Nervous System in times of stress by Centering my Self aka returning to that zero-point of equilibrium. For those who may be thinking “What tea eff?” upon reading this let me share some times you’ve done the same, maybe unwittingly, so you can relate:

Imagine a day when you’ve worked hard. So hard that its not just the mental but physical which has came to its limit. Maybe you’re an office worker who had to dig a ditch at Six AM on your urban redevelopment after a contractor went missing and failure was not an option. Totally different to tapping keys whilst staring at a screen but the loss was too big to contemplate so you roll up your shirt sleeves and get to working filthy. Many times you wanted to quit but there were no other resources to fall back on but yourself. Eventually the job is done and everything progresses on schedule as you roll yourself home, get washed and crawl into bed. At that moment, just before you drift off, you’ll be acutely aware of your bones and may even feel them pulsating as the marrow dances within because of the uncharacteristic exertion which led to opening channels of communication between your awareness and your flesh. This loop you used to maintain and override each time your arms said “I’m tired” or your back ached to signal its discontent were acknowledged then repurposed when seen through the bigger lens of the potential shipwreck that could happen if you don’t handle this. The “afterglow”, shall we say, may even last up until breakfast because you’ll be far more aware of exactly how much strength it takes to cart around your flesh hence “Whats the matter with me?” is exceedingly accurate.

The vestigial traces of organs speaking are peppered throughout the language with such things as “My heart wasn’t in it” “My gut feeling says…” and “I’m in two minds“. This is because what was well known in old times, and modern man has been made to forget, is that the organs have their own intelligence, awareness and can communicate as well to those who listen. To achieve this first you need to generate a state of silence within which means you actually get to listen to what is underneath that incessant chattering in your head you think is natural when its actually a distraction from mastering the Three Kingdoms aka your head, chest and abdomen. For example anger and frustration live within the liver and gallbladder hence when you see that mild mannered accountant who always seemed so quiet and timid flip his lid after one too many drinks you now know its because he activated what was present yet suppressed from his regular awareness as the alcohol increased the circulation and thus gave vent to what his chronic tension did its best to keep hidden from his awareness. Its also linked to vision hence “blind drunk” is common as is the photosensitivity upon rising after a night of imbibing.

As for the Central Nervous System anyone who has had the kind of orgasm that feels like riding the crest of a wave of timeless pleasure knows that when they reintegrate in the afterglow of this imperience its akin to feeling like a very wrinkled cloth that was made of rough cotton is now perfectly pressed and feels like the finest silk against your skin, as well as being ravenous. This is because the body can either be in fight or flight or stay and play and the CNS modulates this switch.

Ordinarily people engage in various activities to elicit these states but the Path of Power is all about cutting out the middle man and going directly to the source to generate what you seek via a better state of coherence. After all they’re your organs, your bones, your nerves. Why shouldn’t you hear when they speak? Using the previous cup analogy of one fills the next so the following state is released; this is why people smoke weed because the influx of THC eases the kidneys and the fear they hold within along with various forms of neuromuscular tension to keep this suppressed. Its also why you get the paranoid trips and people who used to blaze religiously but can’t now since it will have them switching the curtains and holding their breath like a nervous wreck. I could go on and list everything else but you get the point of this tangent, yes?

Without the practices I’d daily engage in my Witness was now held hostage by just trying to survive. Forget thriving. That isn’t an option when you energy levels are in the ditch. Its also why caffeine is such a popular thing because it provides a measured jolt to the kidneys, liver, heart, stomach etc.. to get them pumping without stirring up the depths of the energies kept therein. Take the same people off this substance and watch where their emotional barometer swings and you’ll see clearly the truth about what I’m saying. But that wasn’t the most interesting part of all of this:

I needed to restart my practices to build my energy reserves, nourish my organs, stabilize my nervous system, Center my awareness in Self whilst extending the presence of my Witness across its Three Kingdoms in a state of optimal coherence from which I usually rest. Thing is this wasn’t happening as entropy (and a few other factors) had me in their grip and most certainly did not want to relent. This is like someone who always goes running, first thing in the AM or always has a drink upon returning home in the PM. These habits are ingrained and they build feedback loops based on your participation that generate the foundations and stable points of reference for the rest of your existence. If the runner couldn’t he’d be climbing the walls instead and if he slipped, fell and then was forced to sit still for a while he would not be the same person at all you knew when he was still training. Same with the drinker. He doesn’t have to be an alcoholic, just someone who ends his shift with a nightcap to chill. Bet he doesn’t even notice its the sigh that escapes from his lips as he takes his first sip after going through his routine that is ingrained and meticulous as comes home from the office, turns off his cell, showers, grabs a beverage and remote then proceeds to chill with a few drinks until its bed then up again.

If one segment, lets say he comes home and his water has been cut off for some reason, is out of whack the rest doesn’t hit like it did and tomorrow people will notice. If the next day his TV stops working and the day after he finds out his favorite beverage has been withdrawn from all the shelves… You get the message.

We use a lot of these support structures based on external aspects and substances to keep our inner realm in check. Its very much like gardening except you’re just trimming the surface level weeds and not ripping out the root and step. This is the Path of Power difference and also why so many folks are petrified of being alone by themselves with no distractions.

Now my anxiety was ramping up immensely because I knew this was supposed to be a temporary thing. A minor imperiment so I had better knowledge of the Slaves suffering and thus which techniques and processes should be highest on the list to assist them in awakening the Warrior within. Know one thing:

Society is built upon the back of keeping you kneeling at the feet of midgets in a state of weakened low energy because then you’ll engage in loads of different behaviors and rationalizations to hide this from your Self awareness. I knew that before but not like this. Now I see exactly how powerful this process is thanks to the billions of adherents who run their energetic circuits like this. Not for nothing are the digits of the nation that is used to hold you back immense because the path to actualization is akin to pushing a rock up a hill as the world smacks you in the shins and throws banana skins over the areas you intend to tread. They really have set not only us against ourselves but you against your Self hence individual meaning “Inwardly Divided and Dual”.

I found this out real well because there were the aspects of me that knew exactly how it felt to spring out of bed with a grin, feeling totally refreshed after a night of vivid guidance via my dreams and knowing just what I had to do as I hopped in to the upward groove that Path of Power brings. The other, devitalized but much closer at hand aspect however, that said “Why bother?” as it automatically picked up my phone and peered at the screen for solace.

The process I mentioned previously of Centering in Self is essential to progress when it comes to true development because its all about balance. That ubiquitous black mirror provides something almost like this but not quite with its presence as it generates a sense of calmness as you loose yourself in the moment and thus temporarily forget the tension and anxiety that is wracking your system due to crappy sleep habits, the stress of living and the bonds of ignorance you heap upon yourself.

There goes the rest of the day.

At some point I’d rally, rebel, rouse the troops and say “Enough! What the heck are you doing? You know what to do and how to do it so lets get on with it right this instant” as I would attempt to set my intent with a newfound determination. Know what happened next? I’d somehow set myself another challenge and take that on instead. I’m the quintessential hacker in that regard because I’ve always taken whatever is and then seen what else it can do if I change a few things. In many ways this train of thought is what led me to discovering the station at which the Path of Power lives because its just the same inquisitiveness to go beyond preset limits to find out for yourself that dwells in the hearts of children.

I picked up an old project I hadn’t looked at for over a decade that had previously been an obsession. Something where there was no problem but I had to find a solution anyway by making it more efficient, interesting and (most importantly) do what I intended. It had fallen by the wayside as the one that got away. Nothing vital or life changing in any sense. Just one of them things that would be quite cool to prove to myself that my intuition was correct and that the laws of the program could be bent to my will instead to generate much better effects than originally intended.

By now I had far more experience, a broader sense of intuition as well as various bits and pieces of progress I’d never stitched together since placing this old challenge on the shelf and moving onto more concrete things. Now I was back in the land of distractions designed to keep me from realizing who I be and the engine was running at full steam as it was powered by avoidance and anxiety to achieve a small win in the face of the such a long standing downward trajectory.

I set to this task with a level of focus and dedication that would amaze the old me as much as it did the current mediocre version. I was in the zone. My thoughts were fluid and cogent and it almost felt like that same flow state the Path of Power begets when regularly practiced but, deep down, I knew I was fooling myself because that wasn’t this. It was a pale imitation akin the link between masturbation and sex because both bring friction but the mood is totally different and I knew I was F-ing myself. And yet I couldn’t quit.

I was addicted.

I simply had to figure out the solution to this problem that doesn’t exist but I had created, way back when, as a challenge to myself that was gladly accepted before being rediscovered again as I strolled through the desolate lands known as the Valley of the Plebs as the crappiest version of my Self.

What was so interesting was it allowed me a way to project and deal with my anxiety. The problem became the solution and not the fact that my energetic systems were an incoherent mess. Each time I made progress I felt a rush of endorphins hit my system that spurred me to keep going.

As depleted as I was I was still able to draw links between gamers craving achievements and folks peering at their phones to see who is paying them attention as the twenty first centuries global Pavlovian experiment does its thing as the midgets walk around rubbing their palms with glee as its all going so swimmingly.

Then one day, today as I type this, I did it. Not only did I do it but I pushed it beyond the limit and created an all singing, all dancing variant that was way beyond my imagination and talent back when I first set the challenge. Know what happened next?

My anxiety came roaring back with a vengeance because there were no more projections for me to place it in and attempt to deal with the illusion of progress that was being used to trick my nervous system into releasing treats. It felt horrible. I guess this is why Alexander wept, yes? What does that say about him? About anyone driven by conquest or its far less attractive but much more common little cousin:

Distraction.

Be honest with your Self as I have been in this text and you’ll see that a vast percent of your lifes energies go into doing dumb little things and not the big challenge you wish to beat but feel to tired to get off your knees to go chase. Thing is now you have gained a far greater awareness into this process and when it happens next you will be like “Wait a minute? I know where this ends” and thus stop the process by imposing your will to not engage. Next you’ll feel a huge upsurge in emotion, usually the negative at which point its quite good to stamp your feet like a kid because this discharges excess energy from your spinal cord down your legs.

Thats amazing, isn’t it? How no one taught them this but they all intuitively realize that frustration sticks around the sacrum due to impinged movements of their energetics and how their heels contain the paths that link therefore short, sharp pressures create the effect of grounding.

Thats is another Path of Power thing hence be ye as children because its all about unlearning the crap the System put in which is what keeps you kneeling at the feet of midgets as you beg for more and more distractions.

All in all its been very interesting. Not only did I prove to my Self that my old skills in modifying zeros and ones to do my bidding are not only still present and correct, able to rise to the challenge, but also far better now than they were then. It also highlighted why I moved over to hacking this realm, my awareness and flesh instead because those challenges are far more important and way more beneficial when it comes to fixing the mess we’re within because way back when I was still tapping on keys from the A to PM I realized:

“There is something hollow and artificial about this” as I recollected my first inkling of the fakeness that I felt underpinned this realm. It had been there since a jit and at various times I’d been quite obsessed with it or watched it recede as other things took precedence but it was always present.

I went from playing games for amusement to hacking them to learn how to break the rules instead and that flipped into living what they said was called life up to birthing the concept called the Game of Souls which is what you’re within as read this text that is streaming out of my awareness via a keys and into yours thanks to the screen and that ubiquitous black mirror that makes its presence felt whilst staying hidden. They say thats the hallmark of good business, you know? Being a good middleman. In that case their turnover must be booming because its set up so well.

Life makes people anxious. Screens ease the feels they’d rather not perceive so add in side quests like getting likes, fake friends, projecting an image or just moving around pixels as each day in the Real World keeps slipping by as you amuse yourself to death. Its such an efficient tool of enSlavement and an immense improvement over the ruse known as bio-survival tickets aka the coin of the realm that allows you to pretend you can purchase freedom whilst simultaneously denying you’ve been enSlaved by the System.

See that? It feels like I’m taking steps to embody my higher Self again? Whats that? Did you hear it? On the horizon, it stands beaming. Thats the Path of Power calling. “My friend, so glad to make your acquaintance!”.

Till we meet again

An Old Trick

You, currently, Know next to nothing about your Self, either in or outside of this realm. The Opponent you are playing against however knows all. All your dirty little secrets, the pain and suffering, hurt, shame and neglect as well as the rest of the wounds that weep silently within. Not only this but he knows your multidimensional potential as well as the various functions of your Earthday Suit and gleefully uses your ignorance against you and thus you, due to lack of knowledge, make your own life exponentially more difficult and then look for people to blame for the situation. Don’t feel bad. Your parents did this. Their parents as well. You come from a long line of people who fell for the oldest trick in the book and lived a generally miserable existence. You, by reading this, have the chance to make a difference and shift but that involves stepping within and this, for most, can be more terrifying than death because it means leaving what they’re familiar with.

Your brain will back you in this because its a creature of habit whose job it is to keep safe and protect the awareness circulating around within it. This is why bad experiences stick like Velcro and the good slides off its Teflon finish because its wired for survival. Thing is back when if you were chased through the plains by some kind of wild animal looking to tuck in there were clear, marked signals that said “Danger, dump the adrenaline, increase the strength. All hands on deck, lets get scrambling!” when the pursuit kicked in but when it ended the “Its all good, we survived, reel it all back in again so we can chill again” system switched you back into the parasympathetic function of rest and digest, usually with a wide grin, feeling of exuberance and more than a little shaking as you released your nervous tension.

This is us.

The human animal in its natural environment. Thing is that isn’t now and it hasn’t been for quite some time. Not only that but all that intervening stress, death and battling the elements to get us to this moment where I can type things here and beam them to the other end of the planet is filled with generations upon generations of your family line that lived and died with no knowledge of Self. End result? You inherited their pain, ignorance and suffering. This is the true source of discomfort and its presence causes havoc to your existence before being passed on, compounded, to your children. That is why I say its such an old trick and why so many fall for it because all you seek is within. Thing is the Devilish language which is currently the most spoken is entirely bereft of concepts relating to the inner realm where the Self lives as the modern world is built upon its suppression as its pain is then used to power your relentless pursuit of bio-survival tickets and all this can bring. Its all a distraction. A very clever one as your Opponent is not new to this but the scale of the forces aligned against you is immense so its quite easy to slide into resonance with the rest of the lost Souls who know naught of Self but plenty about everything else. Its a familiar kind of comfort because for most its the type of family they were born in – entirely devoid of any form of introspection and one that moved to shut down questions from their children whilst rewarding them for obedience. Then they were shipped off to school which further widened this schism whilst removing the natural process of thinking which was then replaced with Thunk instead that does exactly what it says on the tin:

Takes chunks of pre-thought concepts that were handed within and rearranges them like a kid playing with bricks. The granular fineness and dizzying array of options is no longer possible as the pixels you’re working with are too big and that is why what that voice in your head says is always predictable, even when you try to resist it. Speaking of, that chatterbox isn’t you. Its your Opponent.

Like I said, a very old trick that is kept around as its so effective. This is the Game of Souls. This is what you’re within and up until you started reading my missives you didn’t have a clue of this as its designed to be seductive. Very few dare to swim upstream as you’ll hear the herd bleat “Why you want to go that way? Are you crazy? Stay here with me where its safe, please.“. They say that because people crave stability externally to offset the chaos they won’t allow themselves to feel internally and you moving differently to their Thunk generates immense discomfort hence its you against the world when it comes to the quest for Self because most are so well programmed that they’ll reject the help and run toward something thats proven to be ineffective just because thats what the voice said so they did. Its quite mental in the sense that the inmates long ago took over the asylum and that it all plays out inside your awareness so the options are rebel against the System for what it did by examining your programming and thus overcoming the illusion of wisdom that masks your total ignorance of Self or just keep doing what you did as you get more of what you did. See that predictability again? Remember as a child when each day was about discovering something else? Pushing the limits? Prompted not by a voice in your head but by a feeling in your chest that was entirely fearless due to the supreme confidence that animated your each step?

That was Self. Still is. This is whats waiting for you to reclaim it where it was hidden, by your artful Opponent and his System that switched Thunk for thought and tricked you into accepting labels instead of imperience as it directs your awareness whilst you mistake it for your Self and see no different. Stop for a moment and think:

Anything you can perceive as separate, you cannot be. Correct? If you look at a desk you can’t be it as you’re looking at it, yes? Same thing with another. Its how we generate the referential state because of the space that allows us to relate, manipulate and exchange but what of inside the brain? What then? See what I mean about the nature of your Opponent who hides himself in your head using a voice that directs your awareness in ways that suit him with tones that sounds just like your dialect that won’t stop yapping as it passes commentary on everything but, like I said, it is all always entirely predictable because its Thunk masquerading as think. If you truly do consider what I just said until it gets to the visceral level of feeling you’ll notice how it tries to discourage such things, offers distractions or even makes your head ache. Know why? To preserve its own state, its own reign, its stolen place in the centre of your brain. This is what the Warrior intends to reclaim and what the Slave denies is the case as the former is out to kill this imposter via starving it off all attention whereas the latter does whatever it says without ever stopping to think “Wait a minute, how can that voice be mine if I’m obviously something else thats listening to it from inside?” as there is no Thunk shaped block like this.

Well, there wasn’t until I just installed it and your Opponent will now do its best to edit and attempt to make you forget this ever exists because its all about protecting its investment as the pirate of your consciousness that commandeered your vessel and claimed it as his.

How did you feel reading this? Examine the states and shifts, ponder the potentials by your Self. Better yet discuss with a friend as you’ll see their inner realm is eighty percent the same as yours with different decoration but the same Thunk within as both of you are truly unfulfilled and constantly searching outside for what is hidden and silenced within your chest but often attempts to speak via body signals that your Opponent tells your need pills. All to protect its investment. You. Your Earthday Suit. Your awareness. A living hostage with its mind behind enemy lines in a world that is not what it seems as you were born into schemes that were hatched many millennia before in this carbon based reality show thats about to evolve to silicon and once that shift kicks in then forget what I said because you won’t even be able to remember it as the Opponent sings whilst dancing and your descendants will have even less of a clue about whats missing as they’ll be born into a prison they can’t touch, taste or feel that is actually hell but all that comes to their senses is “This is heaven, enjoy it” as the silicon signals augment their consciousness and the earlier division mentioned comes full circle then its on to the next until we get here again and, who knows, maybe next time it will be you typing this as you figured out the nature of the trick as I’m doing all I can to ensure this is the last credit I insert into the Game of Souls as I’m leaving at the end by stepping around the “Be Kind, Rewind” exit that is actually just another entrance. En-trance, get it?

Till we meet again

Flip, Don’t Sit

So many of you, and I’m talking to my former friends, current Slave/Masters, truly don’t have any Knowledge of Self. I know you Thunk you do but riddle me this:

If you trust a liar then who is to blame in the end?

Step one told you it was A, B, C then you learned it was actually one, two, three. On and on goes the scheme.

Have you ever wondered from whence comes the command to kill me dead and the reasoning behind the intent? Your future’s my past but do you comprehend the depth of the sketch? Better yet, once it clicks that you’ve been tricked into sitting at a table you came to flip what do you think happens next? Do the Knowledge.

You’ll get windwiped, dumped in the flesh, surrounded by those jacked in who still chirp the official script via those invisible friends that we know form the connect as they connive and plot to create problems as you run around wondering what the F is happening. I know there is no reasoning with you. I know your empathy hit the exit once you traded your Soul for groupthink and yet I still type this because I want to try and help you make sense of what you think is happening because whilst you and the team may grin at the plebs you’ve placed on the psychosocial treadmill what if the same pimp played an identical trick using spiritual gifts instead? What then? From one life to the next you line up and place your bets knowing full well the fix is in. Each step you think you progress and are getting ahead as you can’t wait to ascend the pyramid but that will never, ever happen as you think because you ain’t them.

You’re a useful idiot. A man who plays a position. A Slave that is so identified with his Master that he Thunks he’s them while they, in secret, look down upon ones who pledged by signing their name against a blank cheque the rest will fill, as and when, with whatever amount they wish.

Do you know what the implications of this are for your kids? What it means in terms of spiritual evolution and the rest? Why on earth do you think there is a force which sends golden seeds in with missions etched in their chest that your team kills and revels in the disinformation they spread after death as they rewrite the narrative to keep themselves ahead because aheart is impossible as they lack that Prime connection which is why the covet pimping the rest. Really ponder this even though I suspect its nigh on impossible for one jacked in with an astral earpiece and wig augmentation patched into their nervous system and spinal column as those you play with ain’t what you suspect. Get the message?

Probably not but I persist like a hard headed diamond that shines in the darkness and eclipses your false illumination that spins upon a wheel of deception using lubricants of ignorance.

They. Don’t. Like. You.

If they did why are so many of you miserable? Look at your health, your mental aspects and the rest. What of your coping mechs and maladapted methods of survival? Sure some of you are rich and famous and they use this carrot along with the stick of being disconnected and hunted from end to end in this realm to keep you in check as well as the higher aspect I won’t mention in this missive but I’m here to tell that you will never, ever, ever get to the land promised because they themselves don’t have the access and they’re simply pimping your resonance in ways you can’t quite fathom.

Flip, don’t sit.

Its not your table anyway. Some of you were, once upon a when, golden and sent to this realm with a mission that was so surely and steadily corrupted that now you think you’re the Opponent and will die to protect him. Just like the denizens of the Valley of the Plebs, yes? Welcome to the fractal, my friend. My message isn’t just for the 8% but you as well and thats the true threat because your man knows the 81 are so firmly entranced and plugged in that the idea of life being death and they’re trapped in a living hell that seems heaven sent is simply preposterous and ignorant of the false bliss they live in as they drown in distractions wearing the flesh in this three ring circus. Lets send the clowns in, yes? What if they already did and this is how we got into this mess?

You know, for the rest, being human is the worst it can get in the spiritual sense and we, at the moment, are the most fallen one can imagine. I mean, look around at the world we’ve built, live in and accept without question and tell me you can’t spot the corruption as we engage in a war with what sustains us and thus can’t only promise death if we win. There is a very anti life element at the helm, yes? Look at it from this pic and do the Knowledge about how you got into this mess and then you may just gain the gnosis to ascend because the nature of the Opponent is so slick and effective that he makes bad seem good and the righteous, wicked. I don’t mean that word in terms of a Bible flex or being holier than them. I’m simply speaking on that sensation in your chest when you Know you’re correct and in full resonance. Like saying Aunt Bunny has a mustache and then getting whipped for it. Two words ruined your life, children. Just two of them. The rest were insults, afresh, puled up on the injury you sustained, back when. Some of us had it more intense and plenty were even fractured whilst developing as their mother whizzed on a pregnancy test and when it said “Yes” she felt an immense wave of regret as she hadn’t planned, didn’t wish and was busy doing other things.

Like I said, the wounded womb hurts what it births and this all leads back to the primal pain we sustained the day the sky fell.

I guess somebody had to take the job nobody wanted, eh? Those tables won’t flip themselves. Or maybe I’m incorrect or the embodiment of an equation that seeks balance within its Self because, in the end, this plane is a fractal ergo all is as intended and one thing that really makes me grin about the whole situation is how cleverly the fix is in as the demand is created and then supplied, real well, as Slaves run the treadmill without ever stopping to question the intent of the architect or where their efforts actually went and what they power beyond this realm as they two step in ignorance. They say truth is stranger that fiction, yes? That, in and of itself, is mindblowing, isn’t it? How quickly amnesiac gods forget what they are and were beyond this realm as they cling to the script of “being human” from one life to the next…

On the flip, what if one should actually extend thanks and appreciation instead for those who, by any means, retained their leverage – despite their seeming intent – as it provided the impetus for one such as my Self to kick these lyrics between the shift of the ages? You’ve got to admit, its super interesting and the thing with me in my position is I’m willing to question everything as I flip the script and clock the angles as I turn over the tables. Such is the gift of Inner Sense but, for some, the appeal of oblivion is being plugged in to the connect in a huge Game of Tetra Says… Them grams have got you open, my friend. Nostrils looking like KRS, hope you enjoy those seething powers in your fist as your mind is in the grip of a criminal intent that isn’t what it says…

If you trust a liar then who is to blame in the end?

Till we meet again

Money, Money, Money

Is there anything else apart from money that pops into most peoples heads when you ask them if they’d like to change something about themselves? It really is amazing, isn’t it, that paper ascribed worth is as imaginary as you think it is yet everyone wants it, nonetheless. I’d bet you could draw a list about the root cause of most wickedness on this realm since the invention of this medium and moola would come out ahead with religion following behind in the distance and passion filling out the podium. It isn’t even really a question, is it?

And yet most people accept the script they’re given and start reciting the holy scripture which says “Give us today our slips of paper printed with those dead, in flesh or spirit, in exchange for our effort so we may pretend we aren’t Slaves in this realm as we purchase the illusion of freedom“. There it is, folks, the true religion most people practice, preach and live for as well. The rest is mere surface dressing, this is as gritty as the nitty gets and its not pretty. Uglier still is the fact that its a dream that sells so well that billions walk around thinking the cause of their problems is actually the solution when its no such thing.

Ah, I’ve got to hand it to them but then they are akin to High School students tricking babies out of their milk money at nursery and it seems they’re drunk on power that others pledge to their silently demanded obedience. Pointing this out draws glares from those who play the trick as well as those who buy in. Interesting, isn’t it? I’ve said it before and will again:

Your mind is behind enemy lines and there is a war raging with you fighting on the behalf of your Opponent against your Self. Every single thing you think you know about anything was designed by said force and inserted into your awareness. You hitched your wagon to these concepts, just like the rest of your lineage (and potential descendants as well) because you never questioned the well designed BS you were fed since you stepped into this realm. I did. Still do.

It looks convincing from a certain angle because its a perspective trick that appears enticing and has the weight of the past generations ignorance forcing you to look at it as they did or be a traitor to your heritage. A lot of people can’t admit that. Not even to themselves. Thats why its so brilliant because folks are so heavily invested in concepts that oppose their best interests and they’re doing it all out of free will which means they accept the consequences. Ah, its genius. It really is. Like taking milk money from a baby in order to feed your own habit and akin to punching someone in the dark and then saying the crime is victimless as they stumble around picking their teeth up off the pavement expressing thanks for their many gifts. Sounds stupid, yes? Well that isn’t even half of a percent of the ignorance you’re living at this very moment.

The trap was set thousands of years ago by those who play the longest of long cons when it comes this game of chess in which pieces were never taken. No they were simply fed to entice you into playing as directed because the trick is for you to think they are dumb and you’re clever. Can you see how smart this is because no one questions an algorithm or operating system that seems to be allowing them to win. For you, and the rest, the test comes at death. Thats when you’ll come face to face with your unfinite awareness who silent screams were suppressed by the incessant chatter in your head that, if we’re being frank, designed the life you lived, acted and everything else. Strange how its absence is felt as slightly uncomfortable when you’re no longer tied to the limits of this realm because that false self you were so heavily invested in exists only in the flesh ergo you lived and died as a meat puppet moving to its whims and this is what I’m attempting to get you to comprehend while you can still do something about it because its very design is seductive. Its made to hit all the walls, cover all the angles and thats why its ninety two percent effective at pulling those into its grip. The remaining eight percent who don’t fall for the trick have ways to be dealt with and they have, will and continue to attempt to direct me towards situations that accelerate the fall of my curtain along with the body positive model yodeling as she two steps over the grave they dug long ago and await it patiently being filled. Good job I see em coming, reject the suggestions and prefer, instead to Know the Ledge as they sit there, thumb twiddling.

After all, they’ve got nothing but time. Literally. Once you comprehend what I’ve just said then that much is Self evident and the rest of the pieces of the castle in the sky you thought you dwelled in start tumbling and that particular bad egg can never be reshaped in their graven image. Is that sulfur I smell? I wonder what the link is. Anyway, thats enough for now but as a parting shot don’t think I meant you can help the poor by being one of them as thats impossible but the fact of the missive depends on your wavelength because what if everyone in your town decided to take a break from their mortgage, in unison? Or, better yet, lets say everyone clicked off the net for nine days. Watch how quick they legislate and mandate access then as they reveal the fist that deals hits of dopamine inside your head whilst keeping you inside a reality tunnel they set using all manner of digital spells. What? You didn’t know the net was a weapon?

ARPA ring any bells?

This is what I mean about checking the def and testing whats in your grip because, like all scams, the participant needs to be complicit in their own exploitation for it to kick and these folks have dreams for sale. Billions served daily.

Do the Knowledge. The real terrorism is the fact you pay rent because organized crime collects and if you’re wise enough to click how the whole thing is truly rigged to make one dance to the whims of the madman inside your head then the rest of the realm makes more sense as its etched via the same blueprint which is as old as it is effective. If not, feel free to choose ignorance, pay for every step and then come face to faceless with what I said once you draw your last breath and are fitted, afresh, for another Earthday Suit as your mind is wiped and you’re plugged back in to serve another life sentence… Money, money, money – its so funny how this thing that doesn’t exist underpins the entire illusion and drops a hint that the greatest power in this land is your imagination, yes?

Till we meet again

The Greatest Trick He Ever Pulled

Holding on to what they gave only prevents you from grasping what is yours anyway and this is what they set you against seeking by pointing you in the wrong direction. Its a mind Game, par excellence, that has wove its spell via the intent of a secret coven of gangsters turned founding fathers and this realm is, due to your ignorance, the greatest protection racket ever seen. Thing is for those that still feel it seems like a living hell and they are entirely accurate. Its why the rest are numb and perfectly content with further numbing themselves as they sip the chalice (filled with tainted Kool Aid) that is offered to them as a final solution. Death comes in increments. Or degrees to be more accurate.

Why do they do this? Why do men do anything? Power. Long, long ago some people lost a battle and they didn’t take it well. As they set off across the lands in attempt to put their failed coup behind them they licked their wounds and formed a vicious kind of resolve that would never let this happen again. “They won due to better weapons. We had the numbers and tactical advantage and yet he, that one who shall not be named, dared to stand against us. We are now tattered but our revenge we shall have upon them over the coming generations”.

Over six thousand years ago this scheme was hatched and its been running, uninterrupted in the West, since then. You could say we’re speaking of the architects of the old order of the ages who are currently penning the next level script as you read this. Their methods are quite slick. You simply take people who believe in the divine, torture them until they’re out of their senses and convince them the devil did it and if you will but only accept the new savior they’re presenting then the suffering will and ye shall become prosperous. Did you spot the trick? The new god is actually the devil and the presence of this tale that flicks obscures that which the natives once knew well in lieu of a new programming that changes not only how they relate to Self but also this realm as well.

Imagine a bucket into which everyone passing in a town drops a penny. This is the repository of belief. Now lets pretend that the collection is so immense they upgraded it to a well and soon we have an ocean of loot flowing from all those, both current and dead, that are invested. Can you now envision that instead of material on this realm this is suspended as a crust that is built at the boundary to this realm and you’ve got the perfect example of a doorman who says “Your names not down, you’re not coming in” as you head to the exit. “Thats your problem” says the one still hearting and thus able to see through the deception and the only power they wield is what you give them and its quite an elegant sleight of hand as its as old as it is successful.

Most simply cannot perceive a con on the scale of this. Where intricate pieces are carved then presented upon the checkerboard of their awareness as people once born sovereign with complete dominion are ensnared into believing the Game another presents as the only option there is. Dangerous combination, chess and cons. I really do have to hand it to them. In the literal and metaphysical sense, take what you created as its entirely worthless to me now examined as I see through the pomp, splendor and ritual to the common thief hidden within whose ego got a bruising for daring to go against the natural order of things and thus he set off to win the ultimate win by becoming a god himself. “Jealous, much?” he said as he pointed at the energetic oceans of coins that were directed at him in this realm as his power grows with each investment to the tale that he brings to the battle scarred and beleaguered senses of his living hostages.

Once you’ve spotted the common thread that runs through so many myths, stories and legends it because quite obvious we’ve stumbled over the original blueprint that many other organizations and cliques would trace in order to be just like him. Most of them don’t know this and deny it with vehemence as they they point at a proud history that they were trained to believe. It has little to do with reality, sadly. Seeing this isn’t easy.

Imagine if you were the first team to bring lying to a realm. In a time, way back when, people didn’t see the benefit of deception as another truth was Self evident. “You are another me, together we“. Sure it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows as there was still conflict and the occasional skirmish as well but us in comparison to them took it to a whole nother as we created a simulacrum in our heads of who we think we are and aren’t as well the world we’re in and constantly mistake it for the real thing and are then stressed and upset when we feel a rising sense of discomfort within. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was not just convincing you he didn’t exist but that he was god himself. You really have to hand it the the Opponent. He keeps the Game super spicy with this new layer of deception wrapped on top of what was, at its heart, an illusion to allow the unfinite to grasp the perception of limits. Many from one, in that respect. Upwards and onwards again shall they step but not if you can convince them they are despicable worthless creatures that were born in sin, totally wicked, bereft of anything decent and horrendously rough stones that were in need of a good chiseling as they attempt to contort themselves to fit anothers perception.

This is where hell kicks in but because this guy is decent and he’s your friend as you’ve spent a lifetime investing in his concepts he is gonna do you a favor. It goes a little something like this:

“Man, I really should send you to hell, the abyss, nonexistence or whatever else you wish but I’m quite beneficent and merciful. Instead I’m going to give you another chance, another spin. Keep it a secret, mind you, its only because I like you and think you are capable of better than this”.

You nod what used to be your head but is now a resonant potential of emptiness that, once again, fell under the delusion of a malign influence that had spent your entire lifetime creating false concepts and paradigms. Robert may be your fathers brother but that is irrelevant as sperm meets egg and your sentience is linked to new flesh for another life sentence in which you’ll buy all the BS he sells via his various reps and System until you’ve lived, died and came back again so many times you’ll be at the point where I sit.

He really, really hates this. The only thing worse for him than someone disconnecting from the Matrix he built is choosing, voluntarily, to come back again and help the rest. Thing is his Slaves adore him and his false concepts as he’s quite adept at penning scripts that scramble their energetics and they feel an immense sense of comfort when others resonate the same over identical symbols, doing as instructed with nary a question nor original thought in their head as they have a card carrying membership that spans generations of enSlavement. Point out to them that they are wearing chains branded freedom and they’ll hate you for it. Ask them if they can move with the range of freedom they possessed upon stepping in and they’ll point at their sacred cow slash accepted myth called “Aging” as proof positive these binds are not only good for them but entirely natural and not the latest thing of a huge confidence trick that turns their negative emotions and suffering into a type of food for sustenance. Ah, the elegance of the Opponent. What once was a literal burnt offering as babies were thrown into a bullish edifice is now presented as an educational System that teaches them what to think and in the process starts not only killing them slowly but provides as many distractions as need to ensure they don’t realize this as they amuse themselves to death and meet that “Game Over” screen at the and where they’re surprised to see it but know nothing else than inserting their Soul as a credit for another spin.

“I’ve got the strangest feeling I’ve read this before” says one as a light sparks within. “Deja Vu!” suggests another to dim its potential and thus both stay in darkness due to the nature of the spells their tongues are weaving via vibration mixed with ignorance as they know not the nature of the rites, nor what is hidden in the left. A Game of three halves it is and what you don’t know you don’t know can, will and has killed you more times than you recollect. And yet, here you are. A glutton for punishment.

I am strongly starting to believe that I beat the Game and found the way home again but instead of ascending upstream I sank back into matter again. It explains so much between now and then as I’ve recently became clear in what exactly it is that I’m up against:

My mind.

How wild is this? Really take a moment three stop and think about it. I will say this:

You should not follow me. Don’t believe a thing I said but please consider it deeply. I am a broken man with shattered dreams and supremely powerful teachers that have immense resources at their beck and call and agents as far as the eye can see. No Morpheus and Trinity to team in this realm for me, presently, and the craziest thing is those who I’m doing for will hate the message, ignorantly. Belaam! I came in the door, I said it before…

Sometimes you’ve got to kick it off the hinges before you turn the tables and scratch the setlist that was playing its universal mind control rhythm to make everyone in the discotheque of flesh dance on strings they don’t suspect and move to a false beat that promises nothing but live, die, repeat with a liberal sprinkling of pain and suffering plus as much misery as you can handle, all covered by lashings of distractions and a digital panhandle. In order to prevent realization of this the meat puppets will do anything to pretend the hooks searing in their flesh and fully divined by their subconscious never, ever come to their Adulterated awareness which acts as a protective tick via use of the (false) self which, get this, orchestrated the whole thing off rip! Anyone who mentions this must be devil himself as the coping mech will grin as it points the blame at him, the external, for something you always felt within but only allowed your Self to sense once the correct vent was present. Bit of a mind Game, isn’t it? No wonder the so called schizo flips his lid when he comes face to faceless with what kicks whilst the mystic swims in the same seas the other drowns within…

If this is a bit beyond your ken then congratulate your Self for going the distance as most, at the behest of the voice in their head, would’ve clicked off before the 8th run on sentence. As intended. Look at the comments section of anywhere you wish and its obvious most people are straight up imbeciles. Thing is, this isn’t natural, but designed thus proof positive of how effective the System is with its grip on human consciousness. And yet, here I am. Dancing for the blind whilst singing for the deaf in a performance that is pitch perfect. Will they comprehend the message whilst I’m present so we can converse if what I saw within syncs with their own imperience as we, individual and collective, get to Know thy Self? Or will the masses cling to the illusion they were handed, like a brick, before being tossed into the ocean of ignorance their parents drowned in and their children are currently being instructed to accept without question.

Do you see how refined this is to make it all seem inevitable and that you have no options? This is a trick gangsters know well as, with a little deception and theatrics, they can make things seem quite different in order to keep their protection racket going. We are dealing with a parasitic lifeform that feeds on human consciousness and its favorite dish is the lower emotions like shame, suffering, pain, embarrassment and all of the rest people would rather run a mile in the opposite direction than take two steps within and embrace the true cause which is, almost always, an illusion. Its so, so clever. It really is. The grift never ends, from this realm to the next, because its same people you meet here and then. Just as you are the same the trick is realizing this because you aren’t this story any more than you are the flesh. You are the Witness. Light as a feather, powerful as an ocean as it takes the shape of whatever its poured in, without question. That was the original intent of this realm, a playground in the flesh till those who clicked that free will meant they could do as they wished because there are no consequences for what happens in an illusion that is based on the splitting of that which is a universal constant. Enter stage left, the devil. Or, in English, thats lived flipped. To whom have you dedicated this existence, I’m wondering?

Do these type of thoughts scare you? It can be most profitable to learn the noble art of discernment and see if that is truly you or the voice in your head that directs your Witness into feeling what it says. This, they don’t want. Not one bit. A populous just stupid enough to work the tills but not smart enough to question why the money they value more than life itself is actually worthless because its a made up piece of someones imagination to ensure that, win or lose, you remain under his influence and within his paradigm. I believe Slave describes them best and they will fight to maintain the status as they run from liberation due to the presence of the devil they know best that has spread, unchecked, from one generation to the next as they think his offering is the only Game in town due to the position of ignorance which is akin to giants kneeling at the feet of midgets.

Sure, it hurts to admit you’ve been tricked and standing up to regain your strength is potentially torturous due to a lifetime of groveling which has calcified that which one flexed (and can again) but the consequences are worth it and this is my bet, this is where I spin the only chip I truly posses in this crooked realm because when I heart the exit at the end it will be with full Knowledge of Self and this is what most do not realize is even an option, in the direct and visceral sense – not a load of old “He said, she said” cobblers – hence “Know ye not, ye are gods and all I have done ye are far more capable”.

There was a reason they hated that man its got nothing to do with what you think and actually has a hell of lot more common with what I said but can you see through the web that was spun before you even took a step and dare you peep the beast thats feasting upon your fear and negative emotions as it spins a tale as smooth a silk, dripping with milk and honey itself, to disguise the bitterness that kicks in once ingested but, by then, who cares as you’re Adulterated.

Till we meet again

Are You Living the Life You Want to Live?

“Are you living the life you want to live?”.

“What do you mean? Can you be more specific?”.

“How much more obvious can it get? Why are you avoiding the question?”.

“I’m not, its just its not that simple and I feel you expect a quick yes or no, off rip, when its much more subtle“.

“That means “No, but I’m afraid to admit it because then I’ll be miserable””.

“No it doesn’t. Stop projecting and putting words into my dish that I haven’t said”.

“But you’ve felt them. Can you think how diff this convo would be after a couple of drinks? They say the truth slips when you forget to pack your mask for the evening, yes?”.

“Ahhhhh! Its always a head trip when you’re in a mood like this. OK, I’ll admit that the moment you asked the question I knew the answer was “No”, in an instant”.

“Till you heard “But…” and the rest of the narrative kicked in. Like I said, back when, that is your Opponent. You aren’t it and it exists solely to trick you into accepting its suggestions as a script that you then go on and manifest. See how its so much simpler when one is Centered in Self as you don’t have to keep engaging in all this mess of world building and projection along with the stress of seeming perfect plus what of the immense hint about your compartmentalization aka the fragmented Self which is a hallmark of the spell that holds 81% of the planet in its grip”.

“OK. No, I’m not. Is anyone? Really? I don’t think they are but most people just don’t have the time, patience or inclination to think at this depth because a) its super depressing and b) there is a lot of resistance and c) bills are in effect”.

“Aka the psychosocial treadmill“.

“Yep, that I don’t disagree with”.

“So, if you could be anywhere and do anything with money being no object, just living with pure passion, what and where do you pick?“.

“I want to climb mountains. I don’t know what it is about heights but they spark something within as you’re away from the madness and totally grounded in the present which, if you think, is mad ironic as you’re actually clambering up a hill. I’ve done a bit, here and there, but not at the length I wish. Its exhilarating and there is an immense sense of satisfaction you feel so profoundly within when you hit the summit that real life itself is totally lacking. Gosh, the treadmill. You know I was so forlorn when that concept actually sunk in because before it was totally invisible and now I can’t miss it. I genuinely can’t imagine what the hell goes on in that head or how you even manage to relate to the rest as its so tiring to keep pace. You’re relentless, you know?”.

“Yeah, they say that. To me its just natural. I think what you lot do is a strange skill you’ve learned. Or adapted. Like a flea circus. Ha! Thats perfect as their leap is curtailed and thus they put on a performance. Deep down within you know they must think its ridiculous or something is missing from the pic and yet the environment is set, perfect, to keep them locked in to an induced resonance as it favors another mind that lords over them. That describes, real well, life on this planet”.

“Yeah, no. Not going there today, thanks. Thats literally a ticket to no kip and lying in bed thinking at Two AM. Not feeling that trip but it proves, real well, what I said about the inside of your head because you just take it in stride like thats the sketch and keep it moving”.

“Its why I’ve said most people Thunk as there is plenty they won’t accept and even more they don’t suspect as well all the stuff they cannot allow themselves to think aka the Mind Made Prison they dwell within. I mean, imagine you lived and died like one of those well trained fleas and at the end they showed you a flick of how high you could leap, chilling on a leaf with your side piece, watching nature do its thing and you said “Hell yeah, sign me up for this!” and then got tricked by a pimp with a circus again. Can you pretend one turns to the next whilst in the construction and said “Say, do you think we could stretch our legs more than this? Is this light real? Why did we need to sit still and look ahead whilst doing well on the test?“”. She started laughing then said:

“You really make it all sound so ridiculous but I can’t deny the logic behind it. No, in that context the well trained flea would think he’s flipped his lid because of the construction that makes them fit within boxes they don’t suspect but expect, nonetheless. Context is an amazing thing. Got to admit, I’m still tripping off what you said about brainwaves and resonance. That was simply mindblowing and I wonder why they keep it hid?”.

“Why not? Because its effective and how it is. The world is filled with datasets and sciences straining in their own directions but no polymaths or natural philosophers of an intuitive bent to stitch together a narrative that the rest can challenge or inspect. Instead they dwell within a chunk of their head being force fed labels in lieu of imperience and most couldn’t give an F as long as they can happily amuse themselves to death. So, back on thread, why aren’t you living the life you want to live? The one of which you know you are capable?”.

“Duh, money. Why else? You know I jet off on a trip every month or six but I can’t afford to do all that and pay the rent etc so something has to give. Its why I live in that tiny apartment, shop at a thrift and ride the bus etc etc”.

“And yet, if I asked you if you were free you say “Yes”, instantly“.

“Yeah, now this one is a thinker. That I will admit because I literally didn’t go to bed after you broached that topic. Its like you said, the hardest thing to see is the world thats been pulled over your eyelids as you think thats it. Gah! Its such an amazing trick. No wonder this shadowy clique you posit see you as a bete noire, par excellence. Truly I can agree with them sometimes because you present an alternative that can’t be unconsidered once known and that can be quite threatening”.

“Birds raised in a cage think flying is a sickness but what if one steps in and won’t stop spreading his wings? Surely there must be some type of hundredth monkey effect, yes? And even if there isn’t I’d rather be the jelly that pushes against the limits than folds in upon itself“.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. Most people don’t like boat rocking and such things. Its like what you said about about creating a working vacation then negotiating a graft from home but at a distance with my current occupation. Its an amazing concept, truly it is. Workable as well but I just can’t bring myself to implement it as the resistance is immense and I feel like I’d be spread too thin. Besides, I don’t mind the office and look forward to the hills”.

“Sad, isn’t it? How many people are allergic to success, afraid to win and scared to death of admitting this. Its what secretly powers the treadmill and thus it a mind Game, par excellence. A total trip in which the fleas legs never spring even though they dream of ascent and the freedom which speaks to the potential thats within as their true nature was trained out of them to make way for something else”.

“What if that is exactly how its supposed to be though? I don’t buy into the whole stages thing or these invisible and powerful agents of manipulation-“.

“Even though your life stands as testament?” I asked, with a grin.

“Shut up! There is literally no proof, its wild tinfoil at best and could be explained well by the machinations of powerful men and no need for off planet interference“.

“Take what works, leave the rest. I just kick the ballistics as I see them and decode at the res I process in the moment and to me its Self evident because consciousness is all there is ergo if we are wearing the tech that allows us to interact with this realm then it makes sense there are those without that do their thing without its constriction as their matter is more subtle”.

“Yeah, thats totally mind bending. Like schizo lane, for certain”.

“Don’t you think its strange that every single nutter, ever, has always said the same thing? That something outside of them is putting thoughts in their head? And how the rest of the well adjusted simply accept that voice which speaks just like them and question not its edicts and suggestions but choose to enact them instead?”.

“I’ve just felt something in my spinal column that was like the opposite of AMSR. RSMA, I’m calling it. Its a wild and creepy sensation that is grossly stimulating. I don’t know, I really don’t. You may have just hit the nail on the head or could be a madman who is off his meds or a zillion and one other things but this mind without limits bit is exhausting to keep up with as most just want to keep their head down and live the script as it takes way less effort but I can’t deny that I see way more mechanized habits – what did you call them again?”.

“Patterns“.

“Yeah, right. Patterns. The old click-whirr, no thinking needed, rinsed and repeated ways of being. Its amazing how they’re obvious but invisible until you start decoding instead of being encoded. I don’t know, maybe you’re right about the whole thing and this really is a Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. If it is then I can’t help but wonder why you choose this method of engagement because surely you would do best up a hill, at a distance, with all that time to think and flesh out your concepts in a quest for higher consciousness?”.

“I could, probably would and most likely will. But not at this moment as it doesn’t feel appropriate. It seems like I’ve got to lace the 8 with Game before I step, even if its a basic outline of a sketch as your imperiment proves that once seen it can’t be missed and thus the OS inside your head is now irrevocably different as you decode a greater resonance which, in turn, brings shifts to the collective as each one, teach one is in effect as you’ll tell a friend who tells a friend and thus begins the involution”.

“Ha! So there is a method to the madness. Yeah, that makes sense but I think you really over estimate the intelligence or general openness of most people. I cannot think of a single friend with whom I could have these conversations without them considering me a loon. Simply won’t happen”.

“See. Thats exactly the mindset that stopped you implementing the remote work challenge I set because you’re defeated from within and thats a litmus test which reveals the fingerprints of your Opponent who is, at this moment, feasting on your consciousness as he suppresses your potential by running interference via the voice in your head which leads us back, full circle, and ties the whole things into a nice thread of coherent narrative which shows the flea’s been trained well and doesn’t want to leap too far or stretch its legs for fear of bumping its head even though the conditions are induced and totally unnatural”.

“You really are incorrigible” she said with a shake of her head.

Till we meet again

Negative Thoughts Are There to Challenge

For so many the title brings a straight line in Tetris moment, par excellence, as previous blockages just melt and they comprehend they are no longer living hostages to the voice in their head which seems to either change its whims like a madman or never have anything decent to say as it constantly whips the wind from your sails with its caustic comments that torment one from within.

Negative thoughts are there to challenge.

Their makeup, when traced by one doing the Knowledge, is often quite interesting as a lot may hear the tone in their own voice but reps a hyper critical parent or some other standard they Thunk they should be keeping. Let me give you an example:

“All of my life, since school, really, I’ve had great answers and concepts but had always been scared to share them. The moment I’d raise my hand or want to volunteer for something the voice within would comment and sneer like:

“You’re stupid and worthless. Nobody wants to hear your mess. Shut your lip. Its probably incorrect anyway. Then you’ll make us both look dim so just be quiet and blend in. Play the background. Be invisible”.

And such things. Because you can’t imagine not being “you” you kind of take it for granted that this is how it is. It takes me back to what you said about learned helplessness and elephants that don’t know their strength because when you told me I could challenge the thoughts with a “Stop lying!” and then, almost to spite it, do the opposite I felt such an immense thrill. It was like my inner child came roaring into focus and said:

“We don’t take that mess anymore” and proceed to curb stomp my demons. I have to admit, it was super liberating as I never truly clicked the immense amount of tension I’ve lived with because, once again, you can’t imagine being what you are. Until you aren’t. Then you wonder why the hell you ever tolerated it. This is insane. We are insane, really.

Before this if you’d said I was living hostage of a predator of awareness I’d have thought you a tad weird because whilst it hit the nail on the head it was still a bit abstract, in a sense, because its my head, they’re my thoughts, I’m that voice so where does the monster fit in? That simple thing of doing what I’d never did and talking back made me realize that I can’t be it and now the rest makes so much sense. You should lead with this as your pitch as its really simple and effective because the rest seems a tad out there to those plugged in but now I have to resist screaming and yelling to the rest about whats really happening because people truly are miserable but won’t dare admit it.

What a strange situation. Thanks again!” she said, with a grin, after having liberated her Self from the Mind Made Prison she detested but equally refused to acknowledge as life without it didn’t exist when safely ensconced in its iron grip via a fist draped in velvet.

To me this was a poignant case that showed Warriors come in all styles and fashions and how an a gram of show is worth an ounce of tell. Its interesting as others have had similar hits that felt like mainlining the secret truth of the universe from an article or vid as well as conversations because you never really know what the frequency is to help another unlock their Self because, in the end, its all done from within and you are the one that makes it happen. Back on topic:

Next time that chatterbox in your head that pretends to be you says something you don’t like, challenge it. Face it down like a bully that ran up on the wrong school kid and tried to tax em for milk and flush their head down the toilet instead. See what happens. For some it can be instantly effective, others need to build the muscle via repetition. Either way its presents a new option that Opponent would never, ever let slip because he needs you to live his script in order to keep ruling your consciousness. Its a very elaborate scheme but the trick is quite simple because most people have a low resolution image of their Self and thus its missing the details needed for discernment and this is akin to realizing your own strength as a giant after having been trained to scrape and beg as you kneel at the feet of midgets. It really is quite a powerful tool for liberation. Lets make it more practical with some steps:

Take a thought that often kicks around in your head. For example:

“You are stupid and worthless”.

Now, scan through the life you’ve lived and find three concrete examples that refute this:

“I came top of the class in that multiple choice test, back when”.

“My favorite teacher called me her little ray of sunshine that was always beaming”.

“The head of department recently said that my conscientious is a credit to the firm”.

Keep doing this and you are, in effect, sneaking a file in a cake to the (false) self in the cell as you plan liberation. The funny thing is when they click that there is no lock holding them in and they could’ve walked out at any moment. Its a tragic comedy, in a sense. Thats what the Game of Souls is, in the end, and it is what you make it from moment to moment. The girl in the example wasn’t interested in the rest of the metaphysics etc as she was perfectly content to finally have the incessant nag in her head she thought was standard equipment resting in its grave, dead. Life took on a new lease of joy and she bounds around with a spring in step, looking for a challenge when before she was more of your shrinking violet. I guess the old adage of “Whether you think you can or not – you’re correct” highlights well the true nature of the challenge because, for example, there are women who have been beaten by a man for quite a while and they put up with it but the day he raised a hand to her kid she got up and left, in an instant, as she simply would not tolerate this.

Frogs in the kitchen illustrate this well as your Opponent knows you better than you Know thy Self in this unequal deal all kinds of wrongs can be sold with a bill of rights that cost you not only your money and time but also the life you could’ve lived by realizing the challenge. Its why I say there are no accidents, only opportunities in this realm as that type of mindset sees you take an L and stack it with the next to make a W instead because failure is the way to success and the means by which its achieved if you see it as a lesson and apply the feedback it brings. It really is about interpretation, in the end, and one should attempt to get as free as possible because nothing exceeds like excess when it comes to mental flex as I assure you its the gift that keeps on giving and it sure beats the alternative of being huddled over with a stick which is testament to a life lived with ever decreasing options and yet we call it “aging” when, in reality, its no such thing as there are cultures and civilizations in which the so called elderly are smart as a whip, full of vim and able to move as they wish. Granted they don’t have office desks, standardized education and the rest of the tools of the psychosocial treadmill but they stand as testament to what I said because the flesh reflects the mind as they of the same design expressing via two stems like electricity and magnetism as we are, in the end, energetic beings that ignorantly accumulate resistance and believe a lack of current as we progress is standard equipment when its actually the fingerprints of the predator of consciousness which nibbles on the glowing coat of a child so that around six they start to dim and after a couple of decades the lights aren’t on but someone is sitting in the darkness being handed labels in lieu of imperience as they are totally divorced from the present moment via a really slick form of mind control hypnosis that, at this moment, holds 81% of the planet in its grip and if you point it out to them they’ll gnash, wail and bare their teeth with rage at daring to suggest they’ve been fooled and caged via what they Thunking.

How few of them click that what motivates these actions is exactly what I said is rushing to defend its investment in your ignorance hence the reactions which are proof positive. On the flip, this girl would never have said a thing to anyone but when the thunderbolt of options hit and she realized she did have a voice and could raise it the false god of her inner realms slinked off into the distance because bullies only like to pick on those they know won’t slice and dice em as its simply too much effort for the return on their investment hence you are either the Victim or Opponent of this process as there are no other options on this level of the Game we’re all playing by inserting our Souls as credits. Once you’ve got to grips with your inner realms and wish to ascend to another level of practice, try this:

Close your eyes and speak, inside your head, as a wilful statement and notice the energetic imprint. From whence it came? Where is it placed? Most report this state is near their lips. Now, next time you feel a negative thought start to kick close your eyes and shift back to this neutral resonance and query its presence. Many will attest that its off to the right or left of their head, slightly in front or behind. Wherever it is, it is not them. Play with a bit. Interesting things can happen.

One of the best things the girl said bears repeating:

“I finally feel like a grown up. All of my life I’ve been treat like a kid, mainly because thats what I expected and now I get that that tone stems from back when and I, in effect, reparented it by first challenging the tantrums and stress it projects then showing it something else from my life and accomplishments which totally changed the relationship as I am now at the helm of my consciousness instead of playing second fiddle to a voice in my head that I put to rest with a different way of thinking“.

Till we meet again