Why do we play Games? Why, for fun. What else? Imagine you were playing Hide & Seek one day and in between you counting and chasing the rest someone managed to slip in going to work, paying bills and all the rest of it. Would that Game still be amusing? Of course it wouldn’t. And yet, that is exactly what happened… Imagine how miffed you feel when you died (but were still alive) and you saw how you were taken in by the claims you never stopped to adjudicate.
That is their Game. Its so effective that 81% of the realm hate it but acquiesce and seek out creature comforts that prevent the realization of the trick. What I’m saying is no illusion = no enlightenment and we, Souls currently plugged in, are playing the Game on its highest level against the most devious Opponent one can imagine. His plots and schemes go a little like this:
A child is born overflowing with Inner Sense. They may not be able to express the concepts yet with words and symbols but the body language and presence is effortless. This is the first vector of attack as one must be displaced from within in order for the false pretender to ascend. Next comes the trick of speaking from within their head with a voice they think is them. Spin it back, do you remember when it first started talking and how life was before it kicked? I do but, like most things, many folks never stop to check their inner realms as they are nigh on strangers to their Self which is part and parcel of the trick because if your Opponent can fill this void you won’t admit with a never ending stream of trivia and entertainment to keep you bedazzled whilst in the flesh then you keep writing their meal ticket and paying for your ignorance by living the life unexamined. Whoops, jumped aheart a few steps because it simultaneously processes whats linear in your head:
This is the wheel of time that Buddha mentioned and when you see it like this the intent behind it can’t be anything more or less than demonic, yes? And yet for many this slice of hell is heaven sent and, if you’re one of the 11%, you get to grin as you reign in it with a little help from your friends. The 8% find themselves set adrift on something that isn’t quite dead but most certainly isn’t living which is why drugs, sex and violence are quite common along with mass fixations on other things like pornographic images to beat off the stress or immense stretches of gaming and the ilk. Doesn’t matter though, end result is the same for most.
Live. Die. Repeat.
A tiny fraction of the rest manage to Know the Ledge whilst living and see through the illusion and this is when hell releases its angels which come with gossamer wings to whisper sweet nothings to lure you back in to the web as, without you, none of this exists and thus your exit spells their death. Are things starting to make sense yet of why ancient cultures viewed the flesh as a curse and spent so much time figuring how to get the F out of here before mans awareness dimmed and into the void stepped an electric current which blinded them with a light that was no authentic? I’ll let you guess where we are, right now, and what kicks. Did you notice that voice in your head had been registering protests since the head of this article? I’d be willing to bet a lot of the plugged in already clicked off before getting to this bit as this is the info it dreads you comprehending and applying:
“I saw my life flash before my eyes and then I was drawn down this dark tunnel and at the end was an illumination with immense affection awaiting my presence”.
The Opponent chose his hiding place, really well, and, at this very moment, is denying any of this is even possible and doing his best to create discomfort to make sure you don’t examine your inner realms. Haven’t you wondered why each and every thing from the womb till the tomb is focused on keep your attention on them? Religions need you to believe, celebs beg for you to perceive and the Observer Effect suggests that without a glance, nothing kicks, ergo your true power is so immense that the best way to describe it would be to say this entire realm exists within your awareness. Which leads us back to Inner Sense because each child, intuitively, Knows they are the centre of the universe and it all revolves around them before the System hits them up the head with some conditioning. Some parents are just wack and they’ve thrown them for a loop before they even manifest by causing stress during development or the vital post natal period. I mean, let me give you an example I’ll cover in depth, elsewhen:
Back in Kemet the pregnant woman was sent to a natural enclave surrounded by beautiful things and nature in its element to be pampered and guided by the wisdom of old maidens. At time of birth she would squat, in darkness, to welcome – into her own hands – the flesh of her flesh into a tranquil environment that was optimally equipped to ensure the perfect resonance.
Compare that with the elderly packed into retirement homes, feeling useless, parents stressed to death as they pay day care to raise their kid who was smacked on the rear end in a place doused in surgical spirit and antiseptics by a man overworked and underpaid that looks at life like a conveyor belt to pay their bills. Then all the above mentions happen to add insult to what is injurious.
No wonder so few seekers actually find what was hiding:
Their Self aka gnosis in the flesh bka Knowing the Ledge. Are the pieces starting to fit yet or am I talking a load of BS that has no link with reality? Here, let me lace you with a starter for ten you’ll be glad you possessed when this spin comes to an end:
“Go back, go back. Its not your time yet” said the merciful angel of radiance expressed the near death survivor with a face, rapturous.
Those are the archons aka the Opponent. At your death they’ll pimp, scream and beg for you not to leave this realm via all types of manipulation. Its why Christian NDEs see Jesus, as they expect, and the rest perceive whatever they wish or were programmed with because its all based on your consciousness and current level of ignorance hence why the willhelpme project is seen as the biggest threat and there have been many attempts to take me out of this because the very last thing they want is for people to comprehend the shadows depth, walk in and find the true source of enlightenment that was hidden so they can send you an electric bill instead.
To a fish the water it swims in is as invisible as time is to man because we move through the medium that creates the resonance that is decoded by said apparatus in order to create our existence. This world works on the principles of binary opposition as exemplified by Yin and Yang where one sees, first hand, how the opposite contains and equal that creates the whole song and dance. The point in the mid, however, is invisible and inferred via presence and this is the famous Witness you’ve heard me mention that makes all things manifest. Stop and think:
This is how essential you are to this dimension because without you, here, now, on this planet none of this exists. For the Adulterated this may seem a tad preposterous or the ramblings of one whose ego is immense but its actually the truth that becomes Self evident once you do the Knowledge or just simply notice the resonance of a child who has just stepped in and hasn’t yet been programmed by the System which aims to drive a wedge between the Witness and Inner Sense in order to introduce a mind filled with ADHD chimps that manifest as voices which say that and this whilst convincing another inhabitant that running the treadmill will solve the ills that they inherited from their parents even though they did, for a lifetime, and are still miserable.
Make that make sense and you’ll see why I developed this mindset as I’ve kicked it with a heck of a lot of people in this realm and asked the most Soul probingly deep questions to a range of people whose life and imperience is so varied that some you’d cross the street if you happened to meet (even in broad day) whilst others you’d do whatever it takes just to have a cup of tea with slice of cake as you bask in their magnificence. All smoke and mirrors, my friend. Total illusion as underneath the shiny veneer they present I discovered a lot of the same problems but they could afford a better class of distractions and were surrounded by yes men that swiftly nodded their heads and kept cashing the cheques they’d get for ensuring the emperor never, ever realized he was naked.
Me? I’ve more of a bull in a china shop type flex as I’d ask whatever it was I wanted answered with no thought to the consequence and because the questions were asked with no ill will or bad intent it nearly always went quite well because, in the end, who doesn’t want to talk about themselves and learn something in the process? I discovered how many are miserable, how few actually give an F as they’re saturated in coping mechs along with plenty of bread and lashings of circuses as well. Things like this, as I upped my res, led me to question the ins and outs of this whole “wearing flesh on a planet thing” as I’d been aware for a minute that I am, in my essence, pure consciousness and thus just visiting this realm. Here’s where it gets interesting:
What if I were to say there is no bad or good – just energy.
A lot would point at all the suffering in this realm and the unchecked wickedness along with a zillion other things and, in many ways, they would be quite correct as this place is going to hell in a handbasket, no doubts needed. But, then again, you can’t make an omelette without cracking a few eggs and there is a reason why this simple dish is the ultimate test of a chefs skills just like drawing a perfect circle is the same for an artist. There is a method to the madness. A plan in progress. Now, granted, there are immense layers of subterfuge, deception, double binds and triple crosses in the quest for gnosis as everyone promulgates their way is the best and they’ll extract all types of oaths and promises with varying degrees of menaces but that stuff is for the birds as, in the end, no one can die for you ergo none can live your life either. Really let this sink in. Marinate and breathe this fact to your depths because I recently linked a vid in which Richard Pryor said some of the realest things I’d ever heard because he made us laugh outside but inside was a sad man whose tears didn’t end and thus manifested as all types of addictions and self destruction.
Where I’m from thats so common that it goes without question and thus I’d eagerly question the nine AM fiend that was clucking for a fix with eyes rimmed red what he gets from the whole thing and the answers were ridiculously honest as a) I provided a distraction from the jonesing and b) it was always interesting and this leads us to the main topic:
To become a Warrior one must move beyond good and evil. These polar opposites are a great way of playing both sides against the mid but, as I said, you are this ergo to pick a side means you’re at war with your Self which pre-supposes a false aspect and this leads us back to Adulteration and Inner Sense. Check it:
Two monks were rolling along the strip and they came upon a damsel in distress. The young adept immediately felt the vows he’d taken flash in his head and the code of conduct as well and thus was quite surprised when the elder picked up the girl and solved her problem before they were gone with the wind and went on with their trek. He kept ruminating on this for quite a distance and seeing as both were not strangers to quiet contemplation there was naught amiss until the nagging sense of incorrectness within caused the discipline to turn to his friend with the bald head as he said:
“Master, we have taken vows to not touch a women and yet the one we met who couldn’t cross the stream due to the bridge being broken was swiftly hoisted in your arms and taken to the other end. I am perplexed why you did this and simply can’t fathom the logic and reasoning” to which the elder looked with a Zen grin and mentioned:
Along the way there have been some moments that were especially tense as I folded in upon my Self and that was to bring to my attention a kink in the hosepipe of consciousness that was dented, back when, and bring some unwinding to optimize the flow again and thus one ascends to a higher state of consciousness. Until you do it all again. Really, there is no end to the refinement as you keep increasing your resolution as I have always mentioned and this creates even better thoughts and questions until you are in a state of perpetual motion where all you can do is grin at the sheer ridiculousness of walking around on a planet, wearing flesh and watching the rest run the treadmill when what they hope to escape and are seeking are actually identical and both rest within but via differing labels. That may seem a tad metaphys so lets back it up a bit as I smack your bish up with this:
What weighs more? A kilo of anvils or feathers? Better yet, if you wished to ascend, which one would be best to assist with the optimal placement? Thoughts are things, my friend, and this is why I have such a great track record of changing minds with conversations as its simply a case of moving the assemblage point of the Witness and watching as life recodes itself to the new resonance. Let me give you an example:
Have you ever heard the phrase that you get what you expect? There was a jit we knew, back when, that was as ugly as one could be as he didn’t so much fall out of tree of facial harmony but he took a swift beating with each step as his dish was a mess. And yet he constantly stayed with fresh tens in his rotation and we were puzzled as to how the hell he did it. Now, that whole convo is a topic in and of itself but it showed me how the world has two roles:
Opponent and Victim.
Take away the energetics you’ve attached to these labels and think of the deal as active and passive or leading and following. As you will start to comprehend this is the shell Game to end all of them and why I laugh at the politically correct who argue semantics as the obviously do not get what flew over their chest as they’re locked in a cell on the left side of their head being force fed labels in lieu of imperience. Thats one of lifes greatest hustles – billions served daily… Do the Knowledge, my friend. Now, what this means is, like the Yan and Ying, you have an masculine and feminine principle as this is what creates the spin that manifests as orbits of the planets, sex and the binary operation of a computer chip that makes it possible for you to read this text and everything else you can imagine. In reality there is only the number one and its absence as the rest are aspects of multiplication of this essence and even that is an illusion in this realm because… Ah, that one is too mind bending to mention so we’ll leap to that tangent elsewhen as I want to keep this simple and give you something you can apply to your own life and awareness by the end of the session.
Pryor said a lot of people live other peoples lives as its simple. Of course it is as no effort is needed and thus one attempts to tick the “Supposed To” boxes that everyone else did even though most of them were still miserable wrecks awash with coping mechs and saturated with ignorance of what truly kicks. Such is the life of a square watermelon, yes? The moment you comprehend the trick, the principle of spin and the still, quiet point in the mid I call the Witness which, itself, hints about the Psylense that makes all possible then you are simply a man/woman/whatever concept in which you invest as a way of validating your illusion and thats fine and dandy. One question though:
Can you imagine if you, instead, reframed it as a challenge because then you may just discover what you don’t know you don’t know and thats where the magic happens as you can shift to a point beyond good and evil which is ultimately the Path to which mans quest for meaning is pointing. Most will never, ever to do this as they are simply too comfortable and numb to give a single, solitary F. Others like fighting too much so they can embrace the light and project the darkness on a nebulous (and ever shifting) “Them” without comprehending they are the only Soul on the planet and thus they’re wrestling phantoms after having given them their lifes current which is mad ironic, when you think, because like a tree that is fell with no Witness to take it in the vibrations resonate but no sound is made.
Once again, that is how important you are to whole shebang. Isn’t that empowering? Imagine if you Knew this with a capital K. How different would you feel? In which ways would life shift? Wouldn’t each and every one of your trigger moments now seem patently ridiculous?
Thats being beyond good and evil, my friend. This doesn’t mean you roll around like those goofies that get treat like a bish and think its some type of accomplishment that they’re not reactive when, at a depth, they’re actually seething within and manifest this place somewhere else as misplaced aggression like the time I saw an oh so spiritual yoga teach scream and yell whilst road raging at someone else as I waved a cheery hello and accelerated into the distance from her face, beet red. When ones Self you attempt to deceive the burden is not only heavy but the price is immense because no matter what happens or well you sell the image to the rest it never, ever feels real within and that, my friend, can only be described as a living hell, yes?
“Well, don’t need that BS any more” as they start to shine as nature intended because we, in many ways, are a species so misled that we think we’re leading and the best but are actually as dumb as you can get as evidenced by how we treat ourselves, the rest and planet but thats a deeper topic and I’m trying to keep it simple so lets recap with a twist and you can serve up this Ether, hot and fresh, next time you start to get in a tizz:
Number one, there is nothing but energy in this realm or, as I like to distinguish, InnerG for reasons we’ll examine elsewhen. These are currents of bioelectrical stimulation to which we attach labels and then, from these, we form a narrative. After a while this builds the tint which shapes what we expect as we stop decoding the signals and accept what is encoded which is as a sad as it is criminal as the subcon literally processes billions of bits per second in its dataset but the (false) self that dwells within your head as the Victim of the Opponent which manifests as the voice most Slaves Thunk is them can only handle about 8 bits, at best. Haven’t you ever wondered why after this limit of digits you find it hard to recollect but I could throw a random string of six and you’d remember it, no problem. This is such a huge topic because whilst this blindspot creates vision its so low resolution that the best way to ref it would be like this:
How many Knew (capital K), instantly, what the outline repped even though it was bare bones and basic as your mind provided in the rest due to the immense potent within that has, hitherto, been filed with a state of ignorance and passive acceptance of what you get. Can you see why I’ve said that free will is a DLC that most people have been tricked into Thunking is standard equipment? Its only when you do the Knowledge then look around and see this:
That you start to comprehend exactly how much was missing (as well as what is added) by those going through the motions with no emotion as they’re numbed from within in a state of Adulteration which demands they remain submissive to the whims of a madman in their head that will brook no discussion for the edicts it issues are then expelled from their lips like they’re original creations when, in reality, they’re simply symptoms of mass social sickness aka all of the people who fell at the first hurdle of emancipation via gnosis then built a slum tenement they call living in the Twenty First cent and all it brings as they sprint, full belt, along the psychosocial treadmill from one life to the next until they get to the point where it clicks that they are an aspect of the Prime which fell from a cloud of undifferentiated consciousness (that gives not one F about this realm, by the way, as you cannot fit an ocean into a teacup) as drops of rain that yelled “Whee!” as they became a separate me that then pooled in school before being flash frozen into the form of many snowmen that may seem different without but are functionally identical within as all are scared to melt and thus will hold onto the lowest possible vibration as the devil they know well and will never, ever second guess what he presents as their story and narrative and thus 8 billion living hostages are currently trapped within the flesh as they seek bootless solutions that never delivered anything but conflict and empty promises due to a lack of imagination and unwillingness to transcend the Game.
Who cares? Do you? I don’t because I’m having mad fun, haven’t hurt anyone else and only sprinkle as much gnosis as the other can handle which is evidenced by the fact of you still reading when others clicked off and went to check up on a celeb before the thirteenth run on sentence had pierced their awareness as the self protective mech of the false aspect knew what was coming and thus steered them away before they comprehended the trick of that ever so elusive pimp that holds billions in its grip by issuing the same basic script to which they furnish their own details before yelling at anyone who differs from their perspective and point at which they’re pinned whilst pining for the bit in the mid that recollect from back when and think they can only Know again after death or via some type of chemical assistance or supernatural agent which really is quite sad, from my lens, but also very effective as it carries the promise of success with little to no effort which in a world filled to the gills with plastic surgery interventions and sixty second this and quick fix that flies off the shelves as they put those miles on the treadmill that energizes the (false) self that is currently pimping this realm and those plugged in who buy what its shoveling but thats another topic so take that resonance and crack the concrete of ignorance and sprinkle that filth on the rose of Inner Sense that was trapped under the pavement and together we’ll make these urban jungles into the garden of Eden again and, to me at least, that sure beats a chip in the head that sells a digital hallucination as the approximation of bliss as the brainrot generation are set adrift on the waves of false awareness that heralds a brave new world, waiting, as the feature presentation from an old devil you know well but haven’t comprehended he stage managed the whole thing because every story needs an antagonist otherwise the call to adventure would be worthless as “Press A to win” just doesn’t have the same ring as “Nintendo hard” that needs way more than a pause, dig?
The pace doesn’t relent. The challenges never end. Even where I rest my head isn’t my home as there are forces that come and go as they manifest through the presence of those around and, worse still, either they don’t know or do and don’t show what kicks in the depths of their awareness. Don’t push me, cos I Know the Ledge, which is why I’ve been clearing the mess from the subtle realms instead of wrestling with an illusion that presents as itself as the cause when, in reality, its just an effect.
You know, I used to think I was pretty smart. Now I’m quite certain of the flip because those who were around me in my nascent days and proto-quest to find liberation used to think it was all so stupid and pointless:
“It doesn’t make you rich. If anything it provides the opposite. Why prod sleeping dogs if you don’t want to get bit? There are forces at play that you don’t comprehend and once you enter their vision you must face the consequences”.
I could not figure how anyone could be content in ignorance. Accepting that surface level veneer, that tale they tell themselves in their head and going along with the rest who are, nine out of eleven, miserable and stressed but doing quite well at pretending this is the opposite. That simply wasn’t the path for me. If life pumps out an Eight K signal with all the bells and whistles but everyone watches on a twelve in black and white set with a speaker busted isn’t that disrespectful to the true intention and vision? I think it is and that, under the guide of Inner Sense, set me off on a quest which I can’t even be sure commenced on this spin. All I knew was that I had to do it. Had to. There were no options to accept the hand that was dealt as there was no way in hell it could be played to win and thus I rejected the deposit.
Well, if I were looking for attention this act certainly got it and, as I progressed, it became evident that the eye in the sky had always had me in focus and this is when things go left.
This next section I cannot pen, yet, as its not for public consumption as I only present what I know well or total speculation to spark public discussion. This chunk of resonance dwells in the hearty realm of what I didn’t know I didn’t know and is now rendering, in vision, as I up my resolution. Imagine you are sitting at home watching the Game show of life on your tiny black and white set. All your family are used to the static and they expect it presence as its all the tech is capable of handling. Suddenly, somehow, you turn over two pages in one instance and are sitting in a theater taking the scene in with the soundtrack booming via an immense projection then, just like that, you’re back with the rest. What would you do next?
Surely you can see how they make suspect you’ve flipped your lid because, in their reality show, it was business as usual but for you, who tasted the numinous, up close and personal, you are suddenly strapped with an immense series of questions that can’t be ignored but need answers from beyond this realm as they’re never, ever mentioned on any standardized test. Welcome to the perils of awakening, my friend.
The adventures have been like a dance, in many respects, with these openings and closings you can’t help but be shocked and this is the amazing bit as you can’t lose your mind without coming to your senses as the overlay of past and present events along with the personal history of the (false) self vanishes due to paling in significance to a glimpse of the bigger pic. For so long I’ve been on this arduous trek that feels like being the first coal who sensed within there was something more to this as it was ring fenced in by a localized pressure belt that the rest didn’t sense nor comprehend. How can you talk in another tongue to your fellow countrymen? You can’t. If you speak of cinema seats, tasty, hot buttered treats, an immense display and speakers that thump they’ll translate it all into that small TV set and nod their heads as that is all they comprehend. Such are the risks of regaining Inner Sense in the land of the Adulterated. This brings me to the main topic:
There are forces that I’ve termed Slave/Masters who evidently know a bit about all of this. On the surface they can seem like regular human beings but within they’re something else. I know this because of past events and the whole sex, drugs and hypnosis thing I mentioned as its obvious they have tools they can use for adjustment within and thus, out of respect, I renamed them as he who defines, controls, and this all plays out in my head. Many would be quite upset to have lived the kind of things that have happened in my interactions with this clique but, on the flip, they have taught me a few things that are usually only mentioned in secret and all with no obligation which leads me to the next:
There must be a past life reason for this, I suspect, and that is what helps to make sense of the sketch because if this spin carries with the balances and remainders of those I’ve been then it makes a lot of sense, yes? In many ways I feel like I’m playing that Game with a card on my head and all those plugged in know the truth of my tale whilst I’m attempting to chip away at my ignorance and this, my friend, often feels like pushing a rock up a hill as its not just my pain and suffering but that of my lineage and this makes ones awareness multidimensional which is akin to shifting from the black and white, noiZ laden vision of one life in the flesh into a perspective more akin to a series of records which have beats sampled and mixed from one gen to the next and high, high above this, floats your true Self and thus the longer you progress the more you comprehend exactly how far one fell into the abyss to be walking around a planet and Thunking they’re human.
Can we all win?
That is the question.
I recently came to a realization about exactly how old and which forces are involved in the problems that dominate this realm and now its evident I’m caught up in the mid of something so immense that it feels like stepping into a battle field with bombs blasting as jets fly overhead and all kinds of high tech ways of dealing death to the opponent are doing what they do best with weapons astral and etheric. And there you stand with your trusty Nine double M on hip in the midst of all of this. Bear in mind that before this shift in resonance the field upon which you were was dry and arid as old sands but once the realm shift kicked in (black and white set to cinema, recollect?) you realized this world is a side effect and its the arenas of cause that are beefing and, for some crazy reason, life picked you to reveal these threads of the cosmic tapestry in full effect.
Its almost like I could handle this world, planet and the rest being a figment of my imagination and realizing I deal with projections that lack their own inherent substance without my presence but now discovered another resonance with wars that are quiet and weapons, silent, that produce consequences, nonetheless.
All of these problems are due to attachment which, itself, is mad ironic as that is what fueled by quest to cleanse the mess within because we all like to bathe and dust the apartment but how many, ever, do a little spring cleaning of Self and drag old concepts kicking and screaming in the light of the present? Not many, I’d bet, because when I did – as mentioned – people around me found it strange and discomforting as they preferred ignorance versus looking within. So long has passed between now and then. So much so that it feels like I’ve spent eons in the flesh which, in a sense, is perfectly correct as the mindwipe now feels merciful because if you truly Knew the Ledge who knows how you might handle it.
There are those who believe it should be one way and they possess a type of tech that can be rightfully said as the science of all sciences as its the main mover and shaker of this realm and then there are those who pledge to another vision instead as they found it more subtle and accurate whilst more who believe both of these are stupid as they place their bets on a shine that doesn’t dim. And then there is me.
I see all of this, how they invest, feel they’re correct and fight tooth and nail for their dominance but hear beyond the noiZ of their oscillations – and I mean that with no disrespect, just calling how it is – to the Psylense that underpins. All of it, me, you, them are within this and we are, in the end, it which is mad ironic as itself its “no thing” which is everything and thats pretty mind bending until you get the reference I said, back when, that if you imagine your life as a painting you believe the image that was etched whereas I’ve removed it from the canvas and spotted what we all hold in resonance then reverse engineered it to find a certain type of forest from which trees were felled and processed in order to form them for this quest. That is where I’m hearting. I’ve had enough of these realms that are built on conflict and division as I play the Game of Souls on its hardest levels which, recently, have been ramped to the nth as the bar keeps on getting raised. Did you notice the dual edged spell as being “razed” is the opposite and things like this should really hint about the true nature of cross purposes and how that bit in the mid that makes the rest possible is the only one worth investing in because it remains constant in this and each and every incarnation, dimension or anything else you can imagine.
The Psylense.
Can you hear it?
No? Well, if you did you’d get the nature of the quest and the yearn within which wishes to melt within the embrace of the one awaiting for we left, we left, my friend, in order to enjoy this adventure in the flesh where our glow swiftly dims as hyperdimensional forces most don’t comprehend are nibbling away at their awareness as they manifest as the voice in their head that turns the personal cinema imperience into a rickety black and white set strapped to the psychosocial treadmill upon which they’re running and its from this fake way I stepped to create the Path you make by walking and pen this field report at my latest station where it seems that anything that can be used as a weapon will which is most ironic as its simply my imagination, the baggage in my chest being span from old record sets, thanks to my lineage, that needs to melt so we ascend in resonance but I can’t help but spot that so many don’t deal with this in any of these lower few dimensions and this causes all types of conflict which, in effect, underpins life on Earth and the rest as the accordion of time is squeezed to within an inch of its life and the monkeys in suits are attuned to a devil they know well but don’t suspect he ain’t them as they’re so used to the voice in their heads that tells em how it is as they attempt to balance their life on the wheel of time and this brings us full circle to sitting on a couch with the rest, gawping at a TV set and then having a vision of a greater resonance decode the signal in a way that is so radically different that you simply can’t ignore it so you press, against their advice and caution, into the breach only to find your Self in the midst of an immense conflict that other forces obviously feel is important and now after having overcome the Earth bits you must do it all again in a multidimensional sense and even that may not be the end as these turtles could ascend as well as dip as the hard shell of noiZ hides the tenderness of Psylense to which most are oblivious but some of us miss like the deserts do the rains before that Edenic bliss was bombed out of existence via weapons, fantastical, in order to make beasts of men then sell them some silicon in the ascent…
All that said, I’m still the luckiest man on the planet and thats why I’m wondering if there is a way in this realm that all of us can win as that, I’m pretty certain, would be an interesting turn of events that hasn’t happened yet as no one has balanced the variables to create more grins than grimaces but if its a Game of three halves then there is a chance, yes?
What about the times you’ve merely thought about something? Not said it out loud or mentioned it and had an interesting sync appear on your screen via advertising? Sure, we may be verging into the lane of the schizophrenic on this one but its actually quite common and those who’ve spotted it can’t miss the eery feeling of the sync as it speaks a language most don’t comprehend:
That of the subconscious.
Any fool can tell the intent of tech at its current incep is to merge with the flesh hence Siri being “iris” when flipped is a clue about the spot she covets and wishes to sit as the apple of your eye as men are androidized, with a click, but what many can’t see is that the merge has already happened in the realm of cause and thus the effect on this end is a foregone conclusion. Unless you stop and examine your internal OS because, as this attests, it can be recoded so why not use that power on your Self instead of being encoded by what you don’t comprehend? Up your resolution. The Game gets more interesting when you’re a threat to the System as the man behind the curtain doesn’t like his methods examined…
Things like this are what I’m talking as they go against the obvious elements we can delink like scanning PMs, associated terms and – as recently confirmed – personal conversations but ones like this tend to stand alone as there is no logical way of explaining the process unless some type of mind meld where tech is subtly terraforming the human subconscious is already happening and this, my friend, would be exactly what I said with an old devil in a new dress. Back when they called it “magick” and, to a caveman, that is how a device with a screen that holds all the worlds data at your fingertips would feel but we quickly get numbed to everyday miracles and most don’t peep beneath the hood or ask the big questions. I do. This whole site is filled with such things and its barely a fragment of what kicks in my head and real life conversations, observations and reality testing as we are nowhere near our feature presentation yet…
See, back in the days, I was what they’d term a hacker and pretty decent at it. We’re talking the start of the analog cell when phone phreaks were in full effect and Ma Bell picked up the tab for our international collabs as the protoweb did its thing and bought together people of a certain type of mindset that liked pushing the limits. What was amazing, back then, was how simple it was to gain access to pretty much everything and thus privilege escalation was a joke as you could bypass most things with the most basic techniques and rudimentary knowledge. Thats when the fun begins as you could reprogram service modes and go ESN/MIN tumbling as well as listening in to conversations and loose triangulation via their ping. Recollect:
This was in the mid Nineties and its something I’ve been pondering at length since because if we could do this then what are the creators building in for their own usage and keeping under the lid? This was always one of the big things when it came to the early days of the data rebellion as people wanted to know exactly who needed what and why they were asking. A stark contrast to when the great unwashed found the net as they’d sell their Soul to gain access to a trinket. True story, look it up, it actually happened because who reads those T&Cs and what they mention? Not to mention the latest “baked in” AI operating systems that whistle while you work and no one gives an F… Bringing it back on topic:
Another responder said they’d been thinking about a semi famous Swedish singer from the Eighties whilst having their portable black mirror in a grip and, not long later, they are recommended a vid about their life and death. What are the odds? Lets dissect. It could be that she saw another ref, previous, that was not recollected and thats what inspired the thought which made the vid seem significant or it may be something else. What if this tech is actually pumping out subliminals and its not actually mind reading but a weapon of mass influence? What then? They called the TV an “idiot box” for a reason and the new opiate of the masses hit worse than the crack epidemic, but wait, the same team that was all up on the screens railing against it were, on the back end, bringing the drugs in and getting the hood hooked to keep the slush funds slushing… Hmm. I wonder if there could be a link as there are but a handful of tricks that are used, verbatim, with an occasional shift in the medium. Thats one of the secret truths about the Game we’re within that they’ll never, ever print because they’re paid too much to ensure what runs makes you dumb hence watching the news is bad for your health.
Other points to consider from the thread and various other comments on the web were people stated they think a particular sequence of words or way of phrasing a concept and the screen mirrors it back at them, later on. The Girl from Ipanema example was of interest because, as a reader mentioned, it could be that people are fed such things based on the tech back end that has them in certain age brackets and they know nostalgia sells so they drop these occasional sprinkles. Like I said, I’m open to considering all angles as there are no limits in my head when it comes to what I allow my Self to think but what I’m seeing now combined with what I peeped behind the veil and my earlier adventures in tech make me suspect there is far more to this subtle plan than the frogs in the kitchen suspect. And yet, they could, at any moment stretch their legs. Thats the ultimate “Gotcha!” and sums up the Slave/Masters mindset toward their subjects, real well, as they look with disdain and the dumbing down they created and use its as justification for what they bring to the table. And yet, none dare call it conspiracy. Pull it out a bit and peep with a wider lens because the globe is not only awash in immense levels of electromagnetic pollution that is bound to have effects beyond dolphins killing themselves and bees malfunctioning but most humans can’t spot it as they’re numb, dumb and Adulterated.
I recently took nine rays offline in a detox. I do them, now and then, when I need to disconnect from the web and when I clicked back in what I mentioned was quite obvious as there is a predatory intent behind this tech that most will refuse to admit as they are simply to addicted to see the bigger pic. You have to remember, at its most basic, this realm exists within your imagination ergo thoughts are things but if they’ve convinced you to buy in to the:
“You are little, small and inconsequential in the grand scheme of things because your town is big, your city is large, the country immense and planet beyond counting. On top of this we have stars, galaxies and things you can’t imagine so sit down, shut up and keep pledging your allegiance to our concepts as you amuse your (false) Self to death without doing the Knowledge”.
Obviously they say they loud part loud and the quiet part quiet but you get my drift, yes? Thing is, like almost everything, its flipped because the truth of the matter (as the Observer Effect attests) is that without your attention there would be none of this. Let that sink in and read this article again and tell me if I should be wearing a tinfoil turban or there may be something to all of this because whilst we are pattern recognizing machines, par excellence, there is, I suspect, a significance to this that we could easily test.
Lets say the whole planet agrees to take nine days off the web, as a collective. What do you think would happen? They would legislate and enforce access because the thing with a lie that is made big and repeated often is that it needs constant reinforcement otherwise people can slide out of the trance that had them digging a Reality Tunnel that differed to the one they previously accepted. Both are illusions, in the end, but this new tool of coercion is so insidious and slick that its almost like the schizophrenic seeing demons around him was actually mainlining the secret truth of the universe and is correct but they took that same “magick” and manifested it via tech. There was a topic doing the rounds, back when, that the emojis you know well are actually based on the Seal of Solomon and a callsign for such things as they were bound to remain invisible and not speak in this realm. So what did they do? Why, created ways of speaking without lips and seeing without eyes. Right in plain sight…
Now we’ve gone all super fringe in this topic because I’m sprinkling Game for those that Know the Ledge whilst intending to inspire discussion and critical thinking in the rest because whilst a lot of this is in the jest there is a also a reason why Heath Ledger and Brandon Lee met their ends after playing make believe like machine elves. Why didn’t they get Jack? Because you can’t flip someone who’s already crazy! Thats the greatest strength in the Game where the outsane Thunk the insane are to blame as they state ridiculous things that go against “common sense”…
Why did you click this article? What drew you in? Before you continue to read the text I request you stop and reflect upon the motivation and from where it springs as well as speculate a bit on what you think comes next along with your own impressions as this is an interactive process. You may consider making some notes or comments to attest this before we begin as the mind tends to be most fluid in this respect and I’d like you to keep a record of your own perspect before I share what has recently become Self evident.
Lets say that you sell dope and its really quite great. Problem is the latest shipment came in with a taint and its making the fiends skin scale in a most strange way. Now obviously this hints about the tint that was placed in and your connect says “Tough. Deal with it” as he applies his most trolltastic grin. What would you do next? Obviously you need to find a new supply, that much is Self evident but now you’re stuck with some product that could taint your rep as you are known for selling the best. What someone did was a stroke of genius as he picked up sticks and sent his runners into a new town where he’d scoped out the angles and hit the fiends with free samples of what he’d usually sell and when they came to reup they got some of this mixed in with the mess and this was gradually amped up in increments. By the time the bricks had been sold and that towns addicts were a little worse for wear he was gone with the wind after having made out like a bandit and had found a new connect as well. “What does this have to do with the internet?” I hear you wondering. Everything.
There is a movie called Vanilla Sky within which the main character decides real life as it is doesn’t cut it after a tragic event and instead he gets seamlessly stitched into a simulation. The only hint is the clouds, up above, take on an artistic lilt and for a while things are swell until the mess he suppressed comes peaking through again. This leads to a moment of revelation and its here, dear reader, you may find your Self if you can digest what comes next.
Can you imagine what would happen if after years and years of using, like the fiends in question, you had been assimilated the internet? By that I mean it was no longer something external that you accessed but was actually stitched in the to fabric of your being on a subtle level?
We have, as you can tell, mixed up the two tales mentioned and its up to you to the Do the Knowledge in that respect because I am limited to a small sample size at the moment and but, as far as I can tell, it goes a little something like this:
Much like the original opiate of the masses before it that promised spiritual salvation and unification with the divine element but actually delivered conflict and division we are seeing the same thing for a new generation, especially those born plugged in as brain rot most definitely is a thing. I’m an Eighties jit that means I stepped into this realm and the flesh I’m sporting before digital. We lived and were developed in the last remnants of an analog era with VHS cassettes, vinyl records and FM radio sets. Did you know that static you’d see, back when, on a detuned screen is actually the cosmic remains of the Big Bang? Or so they say. I laced you with this Game to bring the principle of resonance into clear view because if here we have a shred of what created this place that survives to this day and it was stealthily tucked away on a screen which links in, mysteriously, with old world observations and modern astronomy you’d have to wonder about the depth of the sketch, yes? Well, I did.
I always found it fascinating that if I zoomed my head so close in that I could see those red, green and blue pixels dancing that the image tended to vanish as I could no longer make sense of the bigger pic. On the flip if I sat really far away they impact didn’t hit and thus there was a sweet spot to all of this as the groove I wore in the carpet, back when, attests.
If you look at the latest space pics they say Saturn displays a strange blip that makes very little sense that looks a little something like this:
The Vedic text that were penned, back when, draw a very interesting link as they too – somehow – spotted this shape and the hex it represents and without the net or TV sets made this proclamation:
“This planet governs time and space, the limits therein and all that is given form and shape. As such it rules the basis of reality and in the human state it sits betweens ones legs as the basis of what brings us in, how long we get and various other bits”.
Not only this but they went to list attributes, anthropomorphized, that listed him as an old man who walked with a limp and could be said to be cruel taskmaster but it always was, in the end, for your best. Now, I need to mention that this race took reincarnation as a straight fact and believed the Soul trapped in the flesh that labors under ignorance of the spiritual terms and conditions goes blundering from one life to the next and is totally ignorant of the credits and debts they wracked up in their last spin. Compare and contrast that with the YOLO mindset whilst pondering exactly how they came to such conclusions and you may draw a striking parallel:
Isn’t that something? Not just this but also this:
And the fact that you, this moment, are currently reading via a black mirror which, once upon a when, was used by the real life Double Oh Seven at the behest of his mistress in order to communicate with angels or beings from beyond this realm. Nothing exists in a vacuum and once you start delving in and pulling these loose threads the narrative they slipped over your eyes when developing starts falling apart as it makes little sense but what they hid is actually a truth stranger than fiction as one cannot help but question where they hell they manifested and why a thick layer of ignorance makes it seem heaven sent. That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question. Lets get back to this;
So, we have an ancient symbol slash image that comes to modern times and, somehow, reps the same things as we compress space and time via the shadowy reflection upon which a trio of colors are dancing in order to weave their influence upon our subconscious. That last part is very important because you, no doubt, are aware of the term “veg out” and how you turn your brain off when surfing or screening as this is time to chill and thus the critical faculty bypass is in full effect which allows one to invest in what is said like it is happening to them. If you extrapolate and add in the lower base chakra resonance it makes a load of sense because one of the things I’ve noticed with long term depressives is they’d drag themselves out of bed, turn on the TV set and lie on the couch in front of it for ages without feeling a shred of their symptoms whilst plugged in. I found that fascinating and it, in part, motivated this quest for the deeper meaning of what was truly happening and how their heart rates, respiration and the rest could shift so well in the presence of a black cube but they were powerless to take action themselves. Or so they said. I’d be willing to bet that if we could do real time blood tests we’d find an immense drop in stress chemicals as they let the waves of background cosmic radiation wash over them and I do believe this ties in, real well, with why the book is always, always, always better than the flick as you must actively recruit your imagination to make things come to life and this is quite different to being force fed special effects which are limited by tech, one perspective and a ninety minute time limit that pales in comparison to lines on the page which brings us, full circle, to the difference between printed text and reading via a tech as I have seen plenty who attest that their retention and comprehension via a tablet is next to nil compared to actually feeling a repurposed tree in their grip. That is another topic we may examine, if you wish. For now lets get back to your subconscious:
As you have hopefully picked up from whats said a lot of this comfort swells up from the depths and that is what makes it all so hypnotic as one feels an immense sense of resonance with what may be a direct portal to a planet that drifts in the abyss. Now, granted, for many this may be a leap to far so lets make it simpler with this revelation:
There is no “out there” in this realm as it all happens within your consciousness. This is how, I feel, the sages of yore and countless shamans did such amazing things that we can barely replicate with tech as they innerstood the principles of resonance, coherence and awareness along with their presence in the mid that makes all of this possible which links in to the old idiom of a tree falling with no Witness. It creates a sound but its merely potential without any shell likes for it to fall in and feed those vibrations via a brainstem to the one listening. Much like a TV set in an empty room as there is no one to view even though the rest may be present as the lights are flickering but no one is home to take them in, ascribe meaning and pour so much of their own awareness into the script via the feeling they bring. Real eyes realize reel lies, but thats a deeper topic as well. Lets rewind, Selecta:
Cosmic background radio we knew well in static TV times, back when, linked in to the movement of planets which ancients said were resonant with whats between your legs as the generative principle that bought you into this realm and thus the micro and macrocosm are coherent. At some point in between we saw the same deal being used to create three Western religions that have been busy fighting among themselves in a huge Game of Simon Says… as their prophets and parables all decided to pick the same pitch but say different things as well the various beefs, brewing within, as each and every one of them has a schism in their midst. At some point a white woman with a crown she shouldn’t truly possess told her agent to make a proverbial deal with the devil in order to speak to “angels” and this evidence sits in the British Museum where anyone can visit it:
What do you know? A black mirror, in the flesh and you, right now, are using the same thing to time travel to places that may or may not exist as well as flatten the globe so it can all fit inside your fist. Ain’t that something? Do you remember how people said that you only use ten percent of your brain? Well, once again, that was correct in one way but missing a vital ingredient:
A better way of saying it would be to state that you are ignoring ninety percent of your consciousness which dwells beneath the neck. Now, this is an absolutely immense topic that I can prove, picture perfect, with historical examples but lets look at the modern instead and I’d be willing to bet that if we scooped up a modern kid and then went back to the Eighties to find his exact equivalent in terms of resonance we’d find the older model to be way smarter, much fitter and generally more present than the brainrot victim who was born sucking on pixels and the skewed visions they present. Better still if we did the same again but when back to the Vedic period we’d look at the kid wearing a Global Hypercolor T shirt that is busy color changing as he flicks his yoyo as functionally retarded in comparison what they created, back when, as their modes of instruction in how to use your human vessel were totally different. In that respect they used more of their awareness than we who were trained to sit up straight, look ahead and do well on the test and, in many aspects, I’m living proof of this because most of my school times were spent trying to balance a chair on two legs whilst shooting lasers beams at peoples heads whilst perfecting how to get kicked out of class as quick as I can so I could stroll to the library and continue my own education as I wished. Not only this but I spent hours each night, thinking, and then even more reading so when I came back the next day and asked a question that was beyond the teachers frame of reference and thus highlighted his ignorance as one doing it for a check and thus totally devoid of passion it meant I was swiftly ejected, as I grinned, and went back to my own research which is a habit that continues to this day.
The downside of this is you are out of resonance with a people that are well adjusted to a profound social sickness they dare not question as they adapted like fish who swim in a hallucinogenic ocean or people believing the Emperor isn’t naked because the script tells them:
Which brings us full circle to the land of deception that is the web where people present themselves as the absolute best they can get then heavily edit the narrative as others buy in and reward their tricks with profits and none reality test as the lie is addictive because they were trained and raised on fiction presented as facts with next to no introspection. Do you think the plastic surgery gen will hate their kids when their default genetic features are reflecting back at them? I do and its also why designer babies will be a thing which leads us onto the transhumanist movement in which carbon and silicon mix aka the mark of the beast as addressed in the Bible which makes you wonder exactly how who pushed the pen knew this or is it, as I suspect, a shooting script for this stage of the reality show we’re within which is why Jesus was born of a virgin and the rest of the astrological info stitched in which leads us right back to the Vedics who predicted all of this as they said that man would fall to such a place that he would no longer no his elbow from his rear end but would, nonetheless, attempt to lick both of them as he stepped along the psychosocial treadmill where thieves dressed in purple deceived them as false kings that aim solely to protect what they’ve stolen and serve themselves as well. Seems kind of accurate, yes? I guess, in that respect, I’m the jit that yelled:
And then refused to quit even though the rest were so enmired in their personal and collective hypnosis which is what makes this adventure in the flesh oh so interesting but, before we drift, lets wrap it up and get to the point of the topic as we tie these loose threads I’ve just sprinkled into your subconscious into a coherent narrative in which the good guy wins, gets the girls and rides off into the sunset leaving you feel warm within even though your own life is a mess and have been tricked by a ninety minute empathy generating machine which is the same, in the end, as some social reject beating off to a pornstarlet faking like she’s enjoying it. All of these have in common that one Saturnian element of the black square so lets hit the nail on the head with the Vanilla Sky moment:
I think that we have all been trained to fall in sync with something with don’t fully comprehend and these new algos they have running things are doing way more than just spotting trends but are actively influencing things like your moment to moment decisions in ways most can’t imagine. It wasn’t always like this because when the tech was rudimentary and such resonance was not possible but like the apocryphal tale of the hundredth monkey event I sense the equivalent has kicked because the modern gen attest that something has shifted in their depths which is why they act like this and, to us, seem functionally retarded and unable to comprehend life without a screen in the mid which is, in effect, paving the way to transhumanism as the only sane option which is, frankly, crazy as all that will do is take that ninety percent skill of which you’re ignorant and feed back a tiny, trippy chunk to those plugged in whilst doing what, exactly, with the rest? Thats what I’m wondering because if a golden age baby is the same as the one, present, and the System is what makes them a mess via the things its forced to accept to fit in then obviously those at the helm don’t intend to relent their grip as they’re one up on the rest who they look at as beasts of burden and cattle in comparison to them, the true humans. Do you think the tech they sell will have the same effects for the super rich and grandfathered in in comparison to the plebs who were trained to chase after those red cartoon boots that looked stupid? What about comments like this and such thinking? Will that be allowed or even possible or will the adepts then find caves in order to drop off the grid so they can explore their own consciousness?
I’ll have to make a vid to go with this that details the examples that made me think like this because I’ve read countless comments from people who just thought of something and had their net connection feed it back to them and its becoming so common that most don’t suspect what truly kicks. Recollect that, for ages, a lot of people were certain that their mics were spying on them as they’d speak and see ads but were brushed off as foil tin upon head wearing types of cretins before they admitted they did this and thats why the not quite human head of the book of faces did keep his own cameras and mics taped well, yes? One rule for them and another for the rest. Its always been like this, even in the Vedic civilization mentioned and one of the most interesting blips is the caste system in which you were literally born into a position which Huxley took and pimped to create his Brave New World narrative which is seeming inevitable when we “ascend” via the promise of silicon that will extend the life sentence of those who plug in with an artificial bliss in contrast to the current induced ugliness which is, at least, authentic in a sense to ones who Know the Ledge as that option will be off the table for that gen as a man can see further through a tear than telescope when he comprehends that all of this is within his awareness which is the prime mover and shaker of this realm that then turns around and sells him the illusion of being human before piling in loads of mess into their heads to ensure most meet their death in ignorance of what truly kicks as well as the depth of the trick and things like this make me question the intent at the helm as I suspect thats the same clique that sold the Emperor a load of BS and had him tell the same to his adherents, plugged in, whereas I’m the one who got away and this explains, real well, why the attempts on my life are so frequent that I stopped counting them and took them as learning lessons instead to comprehend the depths of their machinations as well as the limits therein because, in the end, it all takes place inside my awareness ergo without me this world doesn’t exist.
Oh, and for those still reading who think none of this makes sense I’d suggest you check this as well then reality test my hypothesis because your phone is the single greatest proof of what I’ve said and that thread is packed with real life examples as well along with this recent turn of events:
Its an odd realization when it sinks in you’ve been murdered, again and again, in various other realms and facets of existence in order three drive the one life you’re currently aware of living to a similar end. Worse still is the ones who do this control the minds of the rest pottering around this realm and to them the very concept is insane and should lead to a padded cell with this dangerous type of thinking. Ironic, isn’t it? And yets it the unvarnished truth of what happened as per my current level of perceptions as I glimpse beyond the veil and get acquainted with my subconscious. Let me share a gift:
They say the liver is the only organ that constantly regenerates itself and thus it is, in a sense, immortal. Now I’d like you to consider this widely accepted tidbit on biological function and sprinkle a little bit of magical thinking up on it. Ready? The liver is immortal because of the combined resonance of you and your ancestors across the timestream. In effect the blood is identical as it flows and mixes through the generations. The awareness of this brings an insight I call “Grailkeeping” because that is who you be once this clicks. They say the previous three generations are the ones to whom we hold the closest resonance due to the strength of this effect but, over all, there is a definite trend of resonance and thus traits and skills are passed from one to the next until a suitable receptacle generates the resonance to reignite what was hidden in the bloodline as it descends through spacetime to the moment and onwards as well. Can your head stretch around this? Tell, me does this seem feasible to your senses? If so then it may just offer a hint how so much conventional wisdom is actually inherited ignorance due to a lack of reality testing, introspection and questioning the narrative. As such there are huge things hidden in plain site, the liver is just a simple example.
When they start killing these other versions of you off it manifests in this realm as a death wish, in a sense. Consider we have two drives and one is three free expression and the other says “I’ve had enough of living” and chooses ways exceedingly dangerous and bad for its health as a way of signaling this. Suddenly the plight of so many makes way more sense as this appetite for Self Destruction can only be quenched once the last breath pours in and out, mission accomplished. The astute will pick up on what was happening in the background of Tupac Shakurs life sentence in this realm as well as countless others less vocal who met similar ends and shared only a sliver of their complete promise. On the flip we have a surfeit of talentless hacks in as many fields as you can think who are forced on the masses as the end all, be all of skills when its quite obviously they’re actually lacking the vibration they profess and are nowhere near what they’re marketed. This is the sad reality of this life. You either roll on the tank and are well placed or come under its treads if you stand against as your groceries go flying and you are airbrushed from the HIStories as a non event that didn’t happen.
At its heart this is what underpins the entire “Good die young” ethos as the demons seemingly run amuck with no fear of consequence for their outright devilishness.
“How many versions of me are left?“. I’m wondering. Just last night I saw another killed and he was so happy going out as he did because anything was better than the pain of suffering from the existence he’d been living in ignorance of the shadows depth. Are these other mes as conscious, as alive? I really do think about this. Do their deaths only come to light as I trace the pain inside and see through their eyes? In effect that would mean that me, in my quest for liberation, is killing them whilst blaming another for the stage that was set via commands poured into my head using hypnosis, drugs and sex magick. That would be so ironic. So perfect as well. “Firing a pistol from anothers hand” is what we called it when you amp someone else to damage the flesh of one you harbor ill will against because you get the job done with no prints on the weapon or expense. No wonder they like their little accoutrements, it all speaks in symbol. If that is the case then, like Schroedingers kitty, they were both alive and dead (ie existing as potential) till I checked at which point it became definitive and reality collapsed in on itself to generate the wavelength of consciousness I’m currently sitting in as I share this message.
You don’t have to be an adept of the inner realms, walk the Path of Power or even place one iota of attention in making this happen. Dreams are often gateways to other realms. Suddenly all those times you felt certain and solid behind closed eyelids about a life you were but also were not actually living makes sense, yes? As do all of those deaths that leave you sweaty and screaming as they seem so believable as you check your flesh in bed to ensure you’re not leaking. Multi-dimensional murder they wrote. Its surprisingly common. After all, who hasn’t ever a realized life impulses that came from a dreaming vision and thus the inner realm can generate an outer consequence you are free to accept, reject or watch manifest in ignorance of the true sketch? Its akin to pruning the limbs off a living Bonsai tree in the flesh. That really describes it well because that small thing of stunted potential actually packs within the template of mightiness that is its natural birthright and true free expression before being moulded to the intent of one skilled in the arts of binding.
I think, on some level, we all feel this. Very few people speak on it and lesser still in a way that is cogent and able to bypass the coping mechs in the readers head that exist solely to deny this facet of existence because it isn’t repeated in sacred texts, preached from the pulpit or stamped with the approval of the educational system. All of these are mere limbs to that which makes beasts out of men. To me it feels exceedingly personal and the level of pain is immense, once you allow it access to your Adulterated consciousness which goes out of its way to pretend none of this is happening as its prime drive is “Toward pleasure, away from pain“.
They say no man is an island but when you see an alcoholic (or other addict) setting off bombs with a relish that deplete that which sustains him you shake your head, call him an idiot and think he’s reckless. “After all, if he wins this war he is waging he’ll be homeless, floating and then dead. How stupid!” says one watching. And yet, we all do this, in some way, shape or fashion. For the junkie who needs a fix to handle the business of living its quite simple. “There is a demon hidden under these sands. Life really is a beach and it keeps using its spears and tridents to jab the soles of my feet when walking and anything else it can get. Do you see? Do you see? The bombs are my way of killing it. I haven’t quite made a dent yet but its not for lack of trying” he said as we surveyed the potholes that littered his island of ignorance and the small streams that were formed within from years of Self Destruction. “But I’m getting there, I’m confident I’ll get him and then it will finally be plain sailing”.
“Hell is other people” somebody once said. Well, here comes the remix because hell is actually knowing you are the only one in the realm and spend your entire existence interacting with aspects of Self you are busy projecting onto the landscape. This is true of everyone in the Game and the irony of this is amazing. Its also quite liberating and becomes Self evident when you ponder on the fact that you can meet someone, totally detest them and consider their existence an affront to all that is decent and worth protecting and your friend can look at them as an idol, the best you can get and a shining example of how life should be lived and one conduct themselves. Are there three people there or simple one awareness that projects its own illusion then buys in to the resulting effects as proof that its Thunking was correct? What if reality truly is a collective hallucination? Babies brains don’t just hint but flat out say this is whats happening and after we get used to the trip the brain shifts into a state which is identical to hypnosis thus people are literally entranced into a living a life that was penned by anything but them. That is pretty wild, isn’t it? Pondered at length then the existential crisis thing happens and this is why a framework, a method, some guidance (that I call the Path of Power) is essential because otherwise that way madness lies as we get whats truly happening and the mind rebels at the horrifying truth that was presented to your senses but then subtly rejected as not being possible. A lot of mass media and the rest exists to scratch this subconscious itch and prevent the realization. Now the success of sales of a boy wizard casting spells being beaten only by the tales of a man divine that flipped tables, performed miracles and called those writing the script wicked makes a lot more sense, yes?
Lets pour one out for the me I could’ve been, should’ve been, might’ve been as well as the ultimate version of Self I’m becoming as you grace this text with your awareness. What if they’re doing me a solid and pruning the excess I didn’t need in order to further harness more clarity across all layers of reality and I’ve actually got it backwards? What if that which I’m decoding as a hand signal of threat is actually extended in friendship instead with the intent to help lift me from the abyss? This is the main difference between me and 81% of the planet because I’m willing to admit and think that my way of considering may be entirely incorrect and thus its a process of constant refinement where I chip away at the ignorance, ditch what doesn’t and keep what works which is why I said its akin to completing a jigsaw in the darkness via flashes and hints of higher conscious that afford a glimpse of the whole thing in increments which then rearranges my presence at this moment into a greater state of coherence as I enlighten the Three Kingdoms within via Knowing the Ledge.
Its one hell of a heavenly trip, let me tell, as I fine tune my resonance in order to make that Inner Sense illumination a universal constant whilst I Center in Self by removing the Adulteration and events programmed in by the System. In many ways its a truth we must all face once we crave the taste of liberation beyond the flesh and ascend but for the rest, plugged in, there are plenty of bread and circuses even though they’re gluten intolerant and the clowns remind them of the DMT machine elves that led their Soul into this realm to play the Game that holds them, right now, within its grip and refuses to relent because, get this, they Thunk they’re the voice in their heads…
Some things you must kill in order to truly live. Can you hear the Psylense? Get rid of the noiZ and you’ll spot what its been obscuring as you up your res and, who knows, maybe you’ll correlate my perspect about the multi-dimensional murder thing because whilst each version of me may splash their own ink upon the canvas that underpins every life it is, in and of its Self, identical, eternal and unchanging as it is of Prime resonance with the all of everything.
I am that. You as well. Know the Ledge. Its worth the investment in discernment as the dividends are immense.
I am the luckiest man alive. And, by that, I mean that I Know I’m not the blood, flesh and story in my head but something else. Something far greater that is, ironically, no thing and yet makes all possible:
Pure consciousness.
Its akin to being awake in the dream as you can see through the scheme and double deals that like to tie one with binds of the same ilk and it suddenly makes sense why the answer they pimp about Forty Two being the meaning actually links with a rainbow and this ties in with the same thing of legend as well as the hardest trek for Mario and friends when they’re out, karting. Did you ever stop to think that the ancient Egyptians said there was an aspect of the Soul that drove humans and it was named a “Ka” and we, of sliced bread and tech, drive the same without spotting the inversion? They got you hooked on mobb-phonics, infamous-bonics whilst missing what isn’t even hidden from your third eye vision:
Its a huge trick. Actually, to be more accurate life is a hierarchy of scams, one built upon the next and this, I suspect, is why I was dealt this particular hand on this spin that I intend to make my final appearance in the Game. You can have it. You already own it, truth said, because it plays out inside your awareness. Imagine how you would react to this:
You are walking along the street and notice a scene being enacted that strikes a chord within. It could refer to an event you barely recollect or something you keep pondering at, in depth. That much is irrelevant. What kicks is the outer reflects the in with an unerring precision that leaves you feeling mighty strange. What would you do next? The sad truth about this realm is most men occasionally stumble over the truth then swiftly pick themselves up and keep moving, like nothing happened. The one who stops and stares then yells:
“I demand an explanation!” often ends up in the loony bin as he’s convinced they’re all in on it and driving him crazy in increments by using an ancient spiritual tech the rest have been made to forget as this renders their ignorance as a weapon used against their true potential becoming activated. Ka, recollect? The third kind has one vital piece of information present in the feltsense that is undeniable and ineffable:
He Knows the Game takes place inside his awareness and thus that is all there is. Really let that sink in, my friend. It means you’ve never met a stranger. Indeed, that goes double for me as a lot of the peeps I meet are those I knew previously and have things to settle as well as those who really don’t want me to dip and will do anything to keep me plugged in as they just can’t imagine life without my resonance in this realm. Thats quite humbling as its a certain type of affection they have a funny way of showing, and yet, they’re part of the reason I attest:
Suddenly so much of my life makes perfect sense. I feel like a pinball that found that still Center in Self whilst the lights are flashing and the flippers, flipping, as I recollect I’m actually the man standing at the table, pressing the levers, for his own amusement and its his one pointed attention on the round, shiny thing which is the aim of the Game. Do you see what I mean about it all being one thing, itself no thing, that is everything? Pure consciousness. Obviously I had to speak in a lingo you’d get without hyperdimensional aspects thrown in as these being seen are what causes the schizo to flip his lid as he attempts to navigate a higher realm using earthbound GPS. In many respect the crazy have a far more accurate glimpse of the land and how it truly is. Haven’t you ever wondered why your cat stops preening and tracks something invisible through the room, into the next, and then gets back to biz? Once again, there was a reason the Kemetians worshipped them as not only did they keep the pests at bay (which, for a grain keeping nation, was essential) they said they saw in this realm and the next. Food for thought, yes?
I am the luckiest man alive as I died but survived. Not only this as I thrived because the growth that kicked, in the spiritual sense, was so immense that in only be described as exponential. They say, once upon a when, there were perfect Souls in higher realms. One said to the next:
“I have heard of this attraction. They say one must simply visit and get to grips with “Being Human”, as they call it”.
“Yes, I too have heard this which is why I’m asking that if I don’t return when promised you come in and get. Pull me back off the window ledge, bring me home again“.
He agreed because he too wished to see what kicked and both Knew the Ledge in the sense that their gnosis was solid as consciousness was everything and this construction, no matter how dazzling, was before, during and in the end a product of their imagination as it all plays out within.
“It can’t be that hard to recollect I am the all of everything, in resonance, whilst plugged into this Game that uses our Souls as credits to provide the flesh they wear to interact with this realm”.
He had done his research at depth but this burning attraction in the middle of the abyss was calling to him. His friend set his intent and said he’d cover him as he went in. Remember, time is an illusion, and much like water to a fish, is invisible to those caught up in so after a few moments he knew there was a problem as his spin should’ve clicked and bought him back again to the realm of pure consciousness. He, in turn, said to his friend what was happening and how he had triangulated the resonance of one who dipped and was now going after him.
Now, I’m not saying I’m of their calibre or ilk but the fact that I get to comprehend this gnosis whilst living via my own personal imperience and not third person, second hand tales of other guys who were notarized makes me feel that its not an overstatement to claim I am the luckiest man alive, now is it? There are events that have happened, since back when, that often left me scratching my head at what kicked and how I managed to sidestep yet another brush with death. After a while you just stop counting and keep it moving. Someone was once riding with me on a trek and Witnessed such thing, up close and personal, and said:
“Your life really is strange, isn’t it? I didn’t disbelieve, entirely, nor discredit what you said but seeing it manifest like this makes me wonder how you aren’t gone in the head because I really can’t digest what kicks if stuff like this is such a common occurrence that you just take it on the chin”.
Thats what I mean about your internal OS and why gnosis is so important because some of the most interesting conversations I’ve had have been with paranoid schizophrenics who, automatically, intuited that I was:
As they asked my secret for freedom and avoiding depot injections in the rear end. Thats another tale but its all interlinked, in the end, just as we all are in this realm as there truly is no “out there” when one comprehend we interact with nothing more or less than figments of our imagination. The next step is when it clicks we are stories, made flesh, and how that one you tell in your head wasn’t etched in resonance with what you Know in your chest but was hammered out, real quick, via the camp for concentration known as the educational wing of the System. Truly against principalities we do wrestle as thoughts are things and words, weapons, in this realm. Haven’t you ever wondered why “Lxve” is “Evil” flipped? Just pondering the nature of this one spell can bring your ticket to freedom hence I’m grateful for having the wits to think like this whilst they rest Thunk I flunked as I didn’t sing and dance at the behest of standardized tests which reward you for regurgitation that brings you further in line with their mind and out of tune with the unfinite. You are in a weak daze, my friend. Hard to comprehend but easy to transcend once it clicks you’re in an altered state of awareness…
Somewhere, in another realm, a Soul turns to his friend and says:
“Cover me, I’m going in. This is the rescue mission that will bring those lost and scattered fragments into coherence as they comprehend what kicks via this binary illusion that divides them against Self as they shift into a gear that doesn’t exist and are slotted, neatly, in to a clock mech that false ticks so its not nothing but neither something which is the main cause of the problem as they sink into a state of hypnosis that further reinforces itself via the actions of those around them that don’t recollect they are in and not of this realm”.
“Hold your horses, twin” says the next, who has been keenly watching the charade from when sperm meets egg and the big bang kicks to draw the Soul into flesh as well as the nine channel process (times twelve with twenty seven/eight subdivisions, to keep things interesting) that flips and fragments before rendering awareness as flesh and feeding back in a range of fragmented signals covered with a story of what to expect and Thunk about themselves. “Look” he says as he gestures at one, walking the planet, who has awakened the Warrior within:
In life we seek safety and happiness yet often meet despair and sadness on the very same streets. Its a strange state of affairs. One I’ve noticed too many times in too many lives for it to be coincidence and it makes me think about the nature of this realm where suffering is ever present. I spoke to a man once who was filthy rotten rich as he sat in his luxurious apartment complex surrounded by all manner of trinkets that signaled his wealth. It wasn’t always like this as he was born into poverty without the proverbial pot into which he may whizz and the requisite window to throw it from was also missing. Not many people can claim margarine and salt sandwiches as the breakfast, lunch and dinner of champions and yet, against the odds, he made it.
What intrigued me was underneath all this he felt a palpable sadness and sense something was missing. This was a state he dared not admit to himself but after a few strippers, drinks and a reasoned line of questions he came to admit that it all felt meaningless and shallow because all the people he met disappeared up his rear end in search of dividends like he was the human equivalent of the geese that laid golden eggs. “You know what I like about you? You’re honest. Too honest really. You’ll never make it in this world telling it how it is. People want to be finessed, BS’d, sold a dream and all the rest.Truth is a fools errand“.
In a sense I had to agree with him because the path hadn’t been working out well when we met but then when one decides their integrity isn’t up for sale, what alternative makes sense than to keep on pressing and see what happens? “In that sense” I said “Wouldn’t striking it rich as you did bring the same but with a whole lot more effort?”. “Ha! Spoken like a poor person. Listen I have the world at my fingertips. I can press a button and erase someones existence if I wish because the higher you get the more you realize the people in the middle are idiots and those at the bottom do our bidding whilst leaving their prints at the crime scene whilst I’m flying on Gulfstream with a flavor of the month celeb. It is what it is. I didn’t make the rules but I sure know how to bend them to my favor. Let me give you some free advice and I hope you take it: Stop this nonsense now. It never ends well for those who think they can take on the world and win. Just look out for yourself, forget the rest, get rich and then you can…”. “Become and fat and depressed?” I interrupted. “Listen, you cheeky git I can get this lipo’d first thing and I’m not in any, way shape or form a mental midget so don’t you ever dare speak to me like that again or…”. “Or what? I won’t make it back home alive or something bad will happen because I told the Emperor he was actually naked? Listen to yourself. You may have gained all these trappings and success but you’re still the same old criminal pulling a new finesse. Except this time its on yourself. How does it feel to be honest for once?”.
He started laughing and poured more drinks. “You really are a basket. A straight up lunatic. Thats why I value your perspective. I do wonder how a man so smart can be so stupid, though. You’ve been given countless chances and turn your nose up at them then run around wasting your time with idiots who are not so much bottom of the barrel but the scum that fell and now rests on the ground. Pure filth. Never achieved a thing and never will. Why? I don’t get it.” he said. “They’re honest” I replied “And there is no pretense because they tell it how it is and they help keep me grounded. In return I drop gems and together we build as I kick knowledge”. “Knowledge? To those barely functioning junkies and wastemen that roam the pavements along with the rest born and raised in impoverishment that come to your premises for counsel? Please. They just nod their heads in agreement and don’t comprehend half of what you said or the intent behind it. The truth is you hang with them as it allows you to feel better about yourself and the fact you’re afraid to live after having been scared to death. I know. I know… You should never have refused the hand that was extended in friendship because those that knight you can also good night you with a quickness if you don’t do as instructed”.
He had a point about a few things, this I had to admit, but was off the mark on others. We sat there drinking, thinking and reminiscing about why the world is so wicked and how it needs bad men to keep worse from the door and the only thing better than evening an old score is a bevy of fresh whores because “Either way you’re paying for it” he says, with a grin “And this way I control the strings in return for false displays of affection with no extra headache or pimping”. “Did you hear that?” I said “The hollow ring of your life that is lived purely on the surface of image, indulged whims and unbridled luxury“. He replied, still grinning “Better than the alternative, my philosophical friend, as all that crap you talk doesn’t pay the bills, doesn’t buy these kind of buildings and doesn’t command the respect I get when I walk down the strip as they whisper and nod when they see me coming”. “Yes” I said “The Emperor is naked and they dare not admit for fear of losing the life they hate and so desperately cling as you extort their business in the name of protection. How very noble”. “Hey, if it wasn’t me it would be someone else and I take care of the ends. Nothing is free in this world” he stated with an emphatic nod of his large, cauliflower eared head.
In life we seek safety and happiness yet often meet despair and sadness on the very same streets. Whilst this example may be far removed from the life you live best believe the attitude of this gangster turned businessman is no different to those of your politicians and various magnates as they all repeat the same vibe on the same tapes that play in their heads as the way it is whilst those underneath grumble and mumble discreetly about the state of play but make sure they pay promptly each week. He calls it protection money. They call it taxes. One and the same thing because they’re right when they say crime doesn’t pay because it collects. Both use the same threats and menaces along with identical tactics to scout talent with less and bring them in for enforcement and encouragement to the rest they can make it, if only they acquiesce and do as instructed. You call this an education and the rewards that it brings whilst the jits see it as street fame and thus are willing to put that work in so the man at the top of the pyramid keeps stacking chips that clean the blood money that walks through various entrances and this, this is the model upon which the world is built as the helpless, the powerless, the innocent run that way and this through this maze built in the abyss and those at the top live in a different world that flies high above the laws that don’t apply to them as there is only one rule, one statement, one intent that dictates every thought, deed and action:
“Whats in it for me?”
Five words that lie at the heart of reality. At least, attempt to fill the gap where that which used to beat once lived but vacated its seat to a different kind of beast that prowls and feeds then rinses and repeats.
I can’t help but question the nature of this reality and the way it comes to be and a lot of what he said about my perspect hit the nail pon the head as it truly doesn’t make any sense to bet against odds so immense when you’ve barely managed to rustle up a single chip but sometimes you’ve got to do just this. Know why?
I was raised and came from a place laced with despair and sadness. I know the language like my mother tongue and each time I’ve attempted to seek safety and happiness its been flipped into a weapon to force me back from where I came. And yet, I keep pressing on. It sounds crazy even to say and to live is insane as there isn’t one of you out there than can comprehend the pain that flows through my veins or motivation for doing this when I say I’ll change the Game because for me it isn’t about what I can get but what I can give and if all I have is words that spread solid gold wisdom for those with the ears to hear then so be it because I’ve placed my bet and now let the wheel spin and we’ll see what happens because I’ve had enough of taking it and being afraid of my own strength as they play with my awareness and make each moment a living hell for daring to even think about helping my people.
The intent behind this missive isn’t depressive. Far from it because you can’t get out of a situation if you refuse to accept it exists as every ex-addict attests. And, from what I can tell, there are very few Souls in this realm that aren’t suffering to some depth. Most are entirely oblivious of the pain they carry within and how it impinges upon their awareness due to the sheer strength of their coping mechs and investment therein yet so few seem to question what the hell happens to the children to make them lose their glow of Inner Sense and become Adulterated. I posit that the root cause of all of our despair and sadness stems from this schism and it, itself, refs something far more dramatic that happened on the planet, back when, as the sky fell and we are the inheritors of a traumatic imprint that leaps from one gen to the next and manifests itself as the dysfunction we take for granted and, much like the Emperors undress, it takes the eyes of innocence to see it as it is otherwise sleepwalking in a trance is all ye shall get.
We are haunted by demons of the mind and are third eye blind to their existence even though we can feel them with every breath. The reason we don’t click is because the voice in your head deflects this signal from entering your awareness because if it went as intended you’d remember you’d been Adulterated. Its this isolation, fragmentation, cutting off your resonance that many mistake for the human experience due to living the life unexamined, being strangers to themselves and placing all form of authority in this realm outside of Self. Flip the script and it becomes obvious whats happening along with the side effects of health, happiness and increased resonance. In effect many have lived and died without even seeing the main attraction as they got caught up in the distraction.
What matters most? The outer world or inner experience? Really stop and think and it will become obvious that without inside nothing outside exists. This is a huge hint about the true nature of the Game you’re playing by inserting your Soul as a credit because its a great con of chess in which your Opponent thinks ten steps ahead and uses the alternation of light and darkness to his advantage by hiding what you seek in the opposite and using the strobe effect to induce hypnosis. TV works just like this. Remember, there is only one trick and its as old as the hills which is why its repackaged, ad infinitum. Once clicked its obvious as well as the truth that we literally drive ourselves round the twist by accepting ignorance that is presented as wisdom without reality testing. Thats why I call it Adulteration.
Some of these demons of the mind are freshly generated. Many are inherited and some, in the case of the Lees and many other families, the results are tragic as these thoughtforms leap from one generation to the next whilst repeating the same message and generating an early death or other tragic circumstances. Could this be the point and the higher energy manifests via the vessels and needs more than one incarnation to capture the overspill of its presence or is it simply a curse which debits its balance from the life force of the playa whilst taking an extra credit? Maybe its all of these things. Maybe, none of them. I’m playing it by ear to feelsee what it says because everything is a negotiation. A dance, to be more accurate and thats how I know these forces are intelligent. Obviously the world they built should attest to this because this realm as you know it is their creation, their inspiration, their resonance and we are merely meat puppets that labor under the illusion of sentience because that is not something everyone gets. You must develop it hence Knowledge of Self can’t come from anywhere but within and, best of all, its empirically verifiable. You’ll either feel a difference or nothing but even nothing is something when you click that its the potential for something and we’re back to the checkerboard again in this cosmic hide and seek thing.
Its really, really simple but also ridiculously complex. Such is the life of a fractal because of the level of depth and your relative perception. Great thing is I don’t have to teach it, you can feel it instead and then we’ll read your thoughts and observations from Inner Sense as we compare notes and map the only lands where freedom still reigns. The Kingdom. Three of them, to be exact. Head, chest and abdomen all contain their own intelligence and to be wise as serpents one must master the spinal column and breath as these two modulate your sentience. Why do you think back, neck, shoulder and leg pain is a thing? Its all due to kinks in the rhythm that upset the optimal flow of signals. The modern world is full of fixes with various potions and pills designed to keep you plugged in but nothing that actually releases the resistance at the level of creation in order to allow the full flow of your awareness. Why? People would no longer keep up the facade and their gig would be done as people discovered their resonance and coherence is something they can will themselves ergo whatever they’re searching for is already inside them.
The demons of the mind don’t like this. After all they’ve spent a lifetime of conditioning in which they mined your resources, Adulterated your Inner Sense and set you off with a script to do a few things that make you feel corrosive whilst seeking solutions anywhere but within before selling you another pleasure trip and pulling the same trick again. This is the sad truth of your Soul as its ground on the mill from one life to the next. This will keep on happening till you get it and start to experiment with your embodiment and asking the questions which scare you to find the answers as you dig into the past events and future dreads you carry to uncover the gift of the present where all of those potentials exist as well as the key to unlock the Kingdom. Thats all thats at stake. Pick you poison. There are plenty of people, establishments and business all vying for attention but I’m simply requesting that you pay it your Self instead. Thats it. The rest is guidance, commentary and personal observation from the dividends I’ve gained from this experience and various other interactions and intuitions from expanded states of consciousness. You’d be amazed at what you discover within and the implications of its omission from pretty much all forms of Thunking is proof perfect for the entire Slave/Masters thing because ignorance of this is their greatest strength in your manipulation.
Inner Sense is the prime nature, the living forces we step in with because we are them. There is no difference from the presence of the Psylense that manifests as our sentience via the Witness and our full bodied experience. We are perfectly resonant, extremely flexible and spontaneously opening as we intuitively process billions of bits of information with an insatiable curiosity and intent for mastery and the thrill this brings. Somewhere along the line something happens. You get Adulterated and the cost for this diversion is an almost total disconnect from your original state of play. The reason why they call it “second nature” should click but how many of you ever wondered what “first nature” was before this? Thats Inner Sense. The worlds best kept secret that manifests as many things when in reality its all and none of them. Some call it god, others call it riches, power, respect and status. Many say its the quest for the Holy Grail and there are those alchemists who wish to trade their base for it resonance. Call it what you may because the Eden we were within and then booted from is nothing other than the present moment.
In that respect the one is who Centered is Self is divine due to resonance and the rest are aspects of the devil, fighting it out for their own misalignment as they simply stepped into the vacuum they created and most never clicked that individual actually spells inwardly divided and dual. Sounds kind of accurate, yes? For some that statement will put the cat amongst the pigeons and they’ll refer to quotes and edicts without ever once stopping to check, test or put what I’ve said into practice. Its also why every field has its heretics and what they all have in common is direct perception versus engaging in a Game of “He say, she say” as the pledge their allegiance to a cake they’ve never tasted but been told its simply amazing and has them craving the experience due to the vivid promises and descriptions. That and the alternative is hell. Thats a pretty big motivator as well but the thing is these thoughtforms that cling and throw you off alignment are purely temporal as they only exist as long as you remain ignorant of their presence as they syphon and direct your energetics. Not for nothing is your mind mined because they must tell what they spell in a symbolic language and none do it the best as Devilish. Suddenly the cause of the stiff upper lip and of this tiny little islands propensity to unleash savageness upon the rest of the planet makes more sense, yes?
You’re either part of the problem or part of the solution and it all comes down to how you process information because when Slaves say they’re getting triggered what they’re admitting is they’re walking around with emotional timebombs to which they have paid no attention and when pointed out they feel uncomfortable as they’re defined by the bond they hold to the pain. Crazy, isn’t it? A bunch of people clutching at bricks as they’re drowning because they know not they can swim. Thing is you must let go of what you’re holding to finally use your form as intended hence Centered in Self and the Knowledge it brings is all I’m sharing. Simply a perspective. One that is constantly updated as its only ever a partial reflection of what I Witness that is then further mangled by biases and perceptions along with interpretations before being rendered in text and then at the mercy of your comprehension where the process is reversed. Are you seeing the problem?
The flip is we don’t point at something and assign a label. Instead we make sounds from a sensation and evoke the same experience in the one listening via the coordinated use of words and movement. Aka singing and dancing. Thats what they spoke on this planet before Babel. Once again that stiff upper lip strikes and it becomes obvious what form the agents of chaos take upon their mission across this realm and why they loot the rest of their natural resources. Thats the Game on this level. Its supposed to be this way just like I’m scripted to share these waves. Actually, to be more accurate, I’m actualizing the potential vibrations of resonance that I’m equipped with as I strive toward bring the best version of my Self with optimal resonance, everywhen, aka Centered in Self.
Granted this may seem like a novel premise and totally contradict a lot of tenets of a heck of a lot of establishments but I deal with facts, direct imperience, not conjecture, opinions and world building. Give me the energetics, the Inner Sense, that is my original presence and I’ll figure the rest as its constant between all states, phases and dimensions. Thats the real adventure of this stage for me. The rest is but an elaborate window dressing hence broad is the way to hell and well illuminated. The Path of Power, on the flip, is narrow, filled with darkness and carries an immense sensation of threat and wickedness that you don’t want to get next. You know them well. They’re the pains in your mind and flesh that you try real hard to pretend don’t exist. The only way you can exorcise your demons is to face them and they’ll fight for it because once you’ve done the Knowledge their lifetime attempt at brainwashing crumbles in an instant because you no longer need second hand third person tales retold over generations when you’ve got direct imperience. What greater good can there be? Better yet, what better thing to pretend for the devil than convincing ye are he? The sprinkles on top of this is you’re then compelled to worship the same thing but inverted as salvation as the other swing of the pendulum designed to keep you away from the middle as that takes whole mindbodied presence that unlocks the present moment and it all becomes Self evident.
The demons of the mind are slick. The trick is to click that when you feel fear or anger about a concept its them, not you. The art of discernment is simple as asking the question “Who is feeling this?” and then gauging the response with a state of resonance with the Witness. You are the thinker, not the thoughts. The silence in between, not the words and spiel. Comprehend this and then we can start playing because until then every little step has been on a treadmill and you’ve made zero progress. On the bright side of this engineered darkness is you haven’t got much to risk, well, beyond your investment, to take a look within and maybe choose to start walking the Path you create via motion by facing your demons and realizing the schemes, double deals and tricks that were played on a Victim by their Opponent. That is the true meaning of the Game. Hide and seek combined with I and not I. On three levels, at one instant. Best of all the ref took a bribe for the other side and now helps them execute their plans of your suppression and right now they’re telling you to believe none of this and or making you feel uncomfortable. Remember:
“Who is feeling this?” then actually feel it. How much of your Self can you resonate with at the present moment with single pointed focus that is as expansive as it is effortless? Most are in a state of chronic contraction I call kneeling at the feet of midgets and this is why they need pills and potions combined with wishful thinking to mask the pain of living as they eke out an existence inauthentic and, deep down at their truest layers, they are aware of this but will probably die before admitting it. Doesn’t matter though. You can’t fail this test and will keep on coming back to conditions that get more and more difficult and elusive until it clicks that what I’m saying is simply a variable you can test for your Self and see what happens or keep being directed by the voice in your head that has bought you to your current existence. Thats really it, in a nutshell. On one hand you have everything you think you know about anything and the life its built at this moment and on the other you have what you don’t know you don’t know that may be the same as I what I said or something totally different. Only one way to find out, isn’t there?
Recently I was talking to folks who aren’t strangers to tripping on various substances as I was pondering a hypothesis that goes a little something like this:
What if the geometric patterns, shapes, entities and pulsating forms of consciousness they see in the hallucinogenic state are actually real and authentic and what actually underpins the seemingly solid construction we accept as the third dimension whilst wearing flesh on a planet?
I think its an interesting question and one with some fascinating implications because modern science says things like the world as it is is an illusion along with particles being made up of mostly nothing and yet, to us, it all seems solid and reasonable. Contrast this lens with the one tripping and something has to give because one thing I find fascinating is the machine elves and how there are related myths and legends of this spooky clown face that cackles being that which transports Souls to and from this realm which ties in, real well, with the Trickster myth which was one of the first gods man worshipped. There is a ref I read in a text that said similar things about these immensely egoic beings that get a kick out of saying they are the all of everything and how they created humans and the rest which, if expanded to the current climate, makes a lot about a lot make a load more sense because it explains, quite well, the true nature of religion which creates more conflict and dissent than the unification and emancipation it promises. But, thats another topic.
What if oxygen is actually a hallucinogen and, like water to a fish, we are oblivious of the effect as we accept what it gives with no other frame of reference? Dreaming is another hint of this because they are like private hallucinations from which we awaken into a collective version that most do not question. Apart from the schizophrenic that is. Did you know they, unlike “sane” humans, don’t fall for optical illusions? They literally see right through them. Put a couple of digits together, shake well and serve the mix. Tell me if you draw the same conclusion that their view may not actually be more accurate than those well adjusted to such immense social sickness?
Do hallucinogens reveal the truth? Are they simply pleasure trips that generate a state of dysfunction due to the ingestion of toxins that bring these effects? Ironically that is a pictureperfectdefinition of alcohol and yet its for sale everywhere you can thinkand nobody considers what kicks under the lid when ingested or how it produces its hit. Isn’t that interesting? Better still is how ancient shamanic cultures learned to mix this leaf with that stem and some of these seeds thrown in to create a brew, psychoactive. Scientists looked into this and were perplexed as the biochemical knowledge needed was immense from the samples present to pick as one form was inactive, the other caused inhibition of certain enzymes and the third bought the kick that lets man trip from a sip.
I truly believe that the species we are now is based on ancient drug ceremonies and rituals. The idea of Santa with magical elves that bring presents and flying reindeer with baubles in trees all stem from Siberian shamans who found the animals acting weird after ingesting these shrooms they picked, stuck in the trees to dry then consumed them. Same with witches on brooms as they absorbed the sacrament via their lips which let the astral flight commence. By the way, that word simply means subconscious because the brainwaves and interconnection under the influence are at a differing form of resonance and you can approximate this without taking a thing just by breathing in and out at depth for a circular forty five minutes. That, in itself is quite interesting and you can see the gestation of the perspective that oxygen may be making us trip. I mean, have you ever noticed your breathing at the point of a really, really good orgasm? What about when you’re stressed? Angry and seeing red or mellow and feeling chill? There is an obvious link to all of this that may be so subtle and ever present that most never consider checking it. It may be worth the investment because ancient yogic texts attest that the wise man takes two breaths a minute which is nigh on impossible for most living as they are too stressed to admit they run to the office with an inverted noose around their neck and various trinkets of modern life that may not be in their best interests as they run the treadmill to pay the bills and get around the board as much as they can before it ends.
If I ran the world I’d make all drugs free and legal for the elderly. Can you imagine how rocking the retirement homes would be? People would be queuing up to get in and I’d bet it would make all the difference to those stressing about death when they’d Witnessed altered states of consciousness. I’m quite certain most would say they’d wished they’d done this previously but the stigma and brainwashing kept them thinking drinking was the best. I wonder why this is? Can you imagine the conversations that would kick between the psychonaut grandfather and his second generation kids when they came to visit? How much the world would flip in a couple of generations? Same with suicide attempts. I’ve always championed the therapeutic use MDMA as it works like a lubricant for stuck emotions and generates frank discussion along with amazing introspection and thus believe it should be the first call for PTSD patients, suicidal ideation and marriage counseling as you create lasting beneficial change with a couple of sessions. Guess why they banned it even though it had an amazing track record? Things like this, in contrast to ineffective pills that mainly pimp the placebo effect whilst often inducing other conditions and problems that need – you guessed it – another script make me look sideways at the current System as it appears designed to max ills whilst offering no real solutions beyond repeat business for the corps that are already rich. That and the fact that nature is outlawed tells you all you really need to know about the currently fallen state of man in comparison to the indigenous who, linking back to the vine mix story mentioned, told scientists:
“The spirit of the plants told us what to mix in order to create it”.
When they asked how on earth they came up with this combination from all that grows in the jungle. They, being so clever and advanced with their tenured positions and research grants, scoffed at this and looked at their rituals of asking permission before they picked, chanting and singing songs to activate the spirit and timing the ingestion with moon phases and other prep as simple minded foolishness of the primitive and yet, once upon a when, this type of Knowledge was exceedingly common all around the planet and this, I suspect, is what gave rise to such similar myths and images across the continents. I mean, they didn’t have TV but their regularly scheduled programming was not of this realm hence all the legends of the songlines, spirit land and dreamtime as well. That is another thing thats very important as the culture builds a type of reverence we now call set and setting as well as using these tools as means of initiation in which the boy becomes a man and was purged of his misgivings by coming face to face with them which creates far less dysfunction as he is not carrying the weight of old pain and projecting blame onto those he meets for he Knows his inner realm and is no stranger to Self, comprehend?
If I were to place a tinfoil turban on my head I’d say those at the helm are aware of all of this and sketched out the plan, back when, to do a number on the rest as they kept the best for themselves. Why? Because ignorance is easily exploited and how on earth could you foster nearly endless conflict if everyone clicked that the rest are simply versions of them and all of this takes place inside their awareness as they are an aspect of the divine, incarnated. But, that was another stage of the Game that those who lived clicked and we scroll instead as we take in life via a lens as tech is our drug that allows us to glimpse beyond the veil, in a sense, and soon that too will be implanted as they mix a bit of that and this to release low level hallucinogens into the blood stream along with various other types of psychobiological regulation that will make Techno Sapiens far more civilized in their big golden cage than we of the iron maze. Thing is though, is low level modulation of consciousness really freedom or simply the appearance of engineered bliss in which dissent is impossible as the implants won’t allow it and nor will their impulses ever stop to think:
“Hey, what if I combine this and that with this and brew it then sip?”.
As they will be totally cut off from spirit and plugged in to a digital counterfeit whilst those at the helm (who will be the same as now, I’d bet) will still be partaking as they’ll run a different OS in their heads from the plebs (same as now, I’d bet). As much as things change they tend to stay the same. Unless you dare to think different so if you’re of that bent I’d suggest you take advantage whilst it presents and do the Knowledge because once the chips are down, down, down in your cortex then that option gets defenestrated, real quick, as people are set adrift on the engineered bliss a brave new world brings for the Souls incarnating in to a technologically extended life sentence that pimps their awareness with an increasingly efficient method of mind bending.
