The Vampire Game

I’d like you to pretend, just for a moment, that there are two states of potent that can create human beings. One is high, the other low. You can think of them as bass and treble. Now, obviously the lower one has strength when it come to people shaking their rear ends whilst the other is quite weak and thin in comparison. I mean, if you took someones favorite track and dropped all the top or bottom end and said “Pick which one to listen” you know they’d select the one that thumps but is missing those finer details.

Life is just like this on this stage of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits as you can call this the Bright and Dark Souls split I previously mentioned. This time round we’re going into a deeper subsection of this and how it relates to the manipulation of energetics which is what the low end theory does well. I mean, stop and think, how many times have you found your mood totally shifted after singing along to a track you didn’t know you missed until it slid onto the deck and uplifted your spirits? Its a common thing, yes? And yet there is a (debunked) claim about the Mozart Effect which said that if you play this to your kids they’ll get real smart, real quick. I added that bit in parenthesis as loads of folks did and later discovered it was slick marketing to sell things. Or was it?

Some things in life you need age to appreciate. Like wine, cheese and the tinkling of ivories. At first they may appear to stink but that is only due to ones palette lacking depth. On the flip we have fast food, mass produced hits and brickwalled compositions that are bigger and deffer than Uncle L. These are the basslines I mentioned as the above forces manifest as many things as they are underlying rules of the Game for this particular stage. Think of them and Yan and Ying as both are needed to spin then ponder how many miss the point in the mid that makes it possible. You are that, my friend. Can you hear the Psylense?

Now, I’m not saying I’m a wine and cheese head or anything but I do appreciate classical music and heres what it makes me think:

The composition is far more complex and thus takes a level of attention beyond shaking your rear end to comprehend. That and once you get a feel for it there are certain, subtle, swells and dips that feel like a rollercoaster of emotion that crescendos then whips to the depths before building up again. Something that is nigh on impossible in a format designed to get spins. In this element you could drop kick the bass on its rear end and it would make very little difference to the composition. Or you could check this:

Doesn’t have the same effect, does it? See how you gain one thing on the low end but miss a whole load of res? Its like the difference between the home and cinema experience as the former still delivers but the latter is more intense. This is why song and dance played such an immense part of cultures, old and new. Difference is, back when, all joined in whereas now most are too shy to partake and let someone else speak for them which, if you stop and think, really hints at a disconnect within the human animal as babies pick up a groove, real well, as sound speaks to them live and direct.

I strongly suspect that something happened, back when, a whole group of peeps started tinkling and changed the soundscape in a way never envisioned as it was quite different from tribal drums with the chanting and is one of the hallmarks of Western civilization. Thats by the by so lets get back on topic:

The Vampire Game is something played between Dark and Bright Souls. The former you know well as emotional vacuums that link with what you’ve heard about narcissists, psychopaths and the rest that seem to find a preference in taking jobs with power and influence over the rest like politics. The latter, however, are most interesting as they can be nothing special with no real accomplishments but there are some things they always have in common:

Nearly unlimited emotional intelligence. They are givers, in that sense, and often not very discerning upon whom they lavish their talent because, to them, it comes natural. Their empathy swells and thus they tend to be drawn into the web the Dark Soul spins with a veneer of superficial charm and, for a very occult reason, they are often quite attractive. If you can crack that riddle you’re aheart of the Game and the rest falls in like a straight line in Tetris. Do the Knowledge. The Bright can step into anothers realm but the Opponent has naught within but a vacuum and slick presentation which is why this match made in hell can seem heaven sent for one who doesn’t click what is truly happening. As you may have guessed this also manifests as Slave/Masters and Warriors because one of the things I’ve noticed is the latter, unactivated, was often snared by the former who made them place a ring on it and then spent the rest of their time draining them whilst the Bright ran in circles trying to please them in a Quixotic quest they couldn’t win. I strongly suspect this is far more common than most think because some of us are just in this realm whilst the others are of it and that is a vital difference in terms of voltage. You could look at it like this, but with a difference:

The empath was either made this way or became, often due to hardship. For example if you were born to a narcissist or alcoholic or such things it was all about them and your needs came a far distant second. These folks, when out in this realm, fall back on this Pattern and thus are often best friends to the rest but their own worst enemy within. The hardest thing to see is how you are, in the moment. Its a great trick as its nearly invisible until you change it. Try rolling a dice, see what kicks as it can be quite surprising when you dust off some unused neural connections you never developed, back when.

The Victims of the Vampire are often extremely genuine. They really want to see people do well and excel. A trend I’ve noticed is one of being a tad blunt or direct but some can also be subtle. In that sense they are not living a masked existence of presenting an image whilst being something else. The Dark, on the flip, excels at this because the world is his stage and his mark, the audience, that will pay dearly for Witnessing the performance and then buying in to what they sell. I’ll let you guess which set is amped to the maximum using the net as we have many angels with dirty faces presenting themselves as one thing but they’re really nothing. And yet, people wish to buy in. Its wild, isn’t it?

Brights tend to be talented or creative. Its just a natural skill and thus they often don’t value it. It can range from being a great chef, amazing at counseling with no formal training or a billion and one things. Oddly they very rarely monetize this and often tend to struggle when it comes to ends as they’re too busy putting everyone in front of them and thus the rush never ends, especially, as mentioned, if they’re married or relating to a covert narcissist as they’ll chase a tale they poured into their head in order to get that validation. Actually, that is something from the shadows when it comes to these Victims. They, secretly, want to feel good and special which often traces back to the child within that was often partially or totally neglected. Interestingly the narc can have a similar upbringing but lacks a Self entirely – usually due to it being consumed by a parent as this is often a multi-gen thing – which is what makes them need to feed in order to feel happy. There is a slight, sly smile that they all seem to manifest. Almost like an unconscious tell that slides across their countenance as they get a hit of supreme bliss from doing what comes natural. As I’ve said before, not everything that walks in the flesh is human and this was a lesson I learned at great expense, back when, but once bitten twice smothered in garlic, yes?

The Brights talent often stems from the childhood they lived. Using the example of being a caregiver for a parent who was a derelict there was a girl who escaped into painting as it allowed her to vent and thus this natural talent expanded to many things as people would ask her to decorate their wedding, help them style an apartment and a million and one other blips. All of which were done at her time and expense as she didn’t think it was anything special of possible of monetization. Obviously this was back when but I’m lacing you with an example as plenty of peeps do this as near total ignorance of Self is par for the course on this level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. Its worth noting that this dynamic can manifest, real well, as office politics in which one does the work but another takes the credit and gets the promotion as there is a type of “hunting” in this as the Opponent stalks his target.

He wasn’t religious in any way and actually believed all scriptures are pimping but was intensely spiritual and had an unshakeable faith in another realm from which he came and would one day return again. He thought that what they sold on the shelves was for those who’d never felt the numinous within. You guessed it, he was married to a Vampire who made his life a living hell and caused him to drink like a fish in order to ease his stress. I shared this example as it highlights another trait, real well, and hints at what the Dark Soul covets:

A spiritual connection to another realm.

I find it fascinating how these organic portals wrapped in flesh have very little depth and often nothing within. I have met a few and spoke at length as they circled around me as a target before the spells and magick kicked in which is why I Know there is a force behind this that stands in direct opposition to the life principle. I mean, look at the world and you tell me who is at the helm as we poison everything in the quest for more profits and trample over our fellow man just to get ahead and buy a new trinket to floss on those as broken from within as the rest but also too numb to admit it. If its not hell I truly and wondering what else they can get when they land in that fire pit. This point is quite ironic as the Bright usually comes from a childhood, difficult, as it may be laced with stress, trauma and neglect. These kind of things are like a siren for the Vamp who comes and swoops in and learns everything about their target by presenting themselves as whatever they wish. Its all superficial and glib but the allure of being heard, seen and comprehended is immense and thus they extract tons and tons of information from them only to use it as a weapon when they progress. As you can probably guess this make detachment cause more stress and they, quite often, either trap using a ring or some other type of obligation as they know their food source will do as they say because they couldn’t live with themselves if they left if the guilt trip didn’t convince them.

Now, there is a very interesting and extremely occult aspect to this which is nearly unbelievable in how it generates effects. In the case of the alcoholic his wife was an immigrant and, thanks to him, she managed to bring her whole family in using various means and tricks. All on his dime, time and lifeline. In effect she changed her family tree by watering it as he bleeds from the cuts she placed in. He was entirely oblivious to this maneuvering but I spotted it as I’m used to looking for Patterns and things like this are really quite common as one thing about Dark Souls is – due to that bassline and lack of higher resonance – they cannot tap into the subtle aspects. Remember, the Game is mental. This all takes place in your head and if you can override the awareness of one that doesn’t comprehend the tricks then its very easy to manipulate and outcome due to the use of their emotion mixed with your intent. Like I said, this part is super occult and really quite wicked which is why I’m going to leave it at this but if you consider the basic resonance of feelings as energy in motion then you can point them at a target to create what you wish. Knowing this means you can choose not to invest but what can happen is they use a network effect in which many faces manifest with one intent and the Victim that sits truly doesn’t have a clue what hit him. Those that do become the so called schizophrenic and I can tell you now, for certain, their view of reality is actually far more accurate as they comprehend they are not the voice in their head but something else which is why they get drugged and sectioned.

This is a huge part of the Game on this level as this mindset is part of the predator class that picks its vics really well as they’re dialed up and plugged in to a lower, base resonance which intends to feed on the rest and thus they often sit in the mid doing trades that glorify them or reap dividends from others effort. Its pimpin, pimpin! It truly is. A fascinating aspect of this is these Darks often feed among themselves like an apex type of thing as they have a strong belief in limitation which is the opposite of the Brights abundance. Case in point, they may see one of them has hit a lick and they intend to poison the well in order to drain them or install some form of complication as they snag that promotion or other things. Remember, office and real world politics is all them. Its the fingerprint of the hidden hand that, once seen, can’t be missed again as they are not very creative and stick to tricks as old as the hills because they are as effective as ancient but only against the ignorant hence people perish due to a lack of Self Knowledge.

For the Dark, on the flip, they’ll wear this ignorance like a badge of honor as they give not a single F beyond what they can on this spin and thus there is little depth but even this can be emulated when encircling a target. That, more often than not, is energetic manipulation as the other usually does most of the talking as they retrofit the conversation at the end with some slick linguistics to pimp the unaware consciousness. “Get used to saying “No”” I would often tell the Brights, in conversation. Even at random. If someone asks “Are you well?” respond in the negative even if you feel swell. Make rejection a habit instead of being on auto acquiesce as a lot of this is built on permission and silence is assent ergo let that two year old kid within take a seat at the helm and negate what they present.

I’ve said before that the Game almost demands we wear masks to fit in but the Dark truly has no face to claim as his under the surface and thus they revel in the chase and what it brings. This is why they often tend to have an intense fear of death mixed with a strong urge for self preservation. Put it this way, if a bomb hit this place and only rats and roaches remained you could bet your bottom dollar a Vampire would emerge from the mess and think about how to use this to his advantage. Who knows, he may even set up a cargo cult or religion if others somehow managed to survive this and label himself a god among men. Ha! Ironic, don’t you think? Its almost like acting, in that sense and one of the things I’ve seen first hand is how they can seemingly whip out a performance that seems real and authentic but can only last as long as the other pours their attention in. If its negated or rejected – thats it. Rendered null and void. Ineffective. For this to unwork one needs a sense of distance or awareness of the tricks and that is what this article intends to furnish as every good magician knows to never do the same trick in front a repeat audience as someone will click what the rest miss. That I did, do and continue to.

A point of discernment. Some Vampires go for the neck, chest and head whilst others aim at the lower centers instead. There is a definite lilt to one or the next and it manifests in their tactics as some can use the honeypot effect of sex as a weapon whereas others prefer linguistic tricks and manipulations of awareness. This brings us into the realm of subtle energetics as your flesh is actually the densest aspect of your consciousness and dark can seemingly target the fringe, real well. Whether this is due to instruction or the natural predator sense, I cant tell. Those who can do all this and beyond as well are usually in covens and darkest of dark magicians or, you could have said, further up the pyramid as there is a definite structure to all of this. A good way to tell when you’re around these people is you may sense a hit in their presence that makes you grin but afterwards you feel tired and drained. This is because they tend to give a bit before taking. Like I said, its subtle but Self evident to one who has done the Knowledge because once you cut them off you see the mask start to slip as they need to get fed as they lack that Prime connection they covet from the rest. Protect your energetics. Use this as an example:

“Oh, I lxve that dress. It fits so well, it looks like it was tailored for you. Where did you get it? By the way your skin is glowing, you must tell me your secret”.

Sounds like a compliment, yes? Wrong. That is because whilst their lips may be saying this their internal aspects are actually doing the opposite and this induces a state of confusion in your energetics as they exploit the Dual Reality Principle. Its like that old joke from back when where you’d rush up on someone and say:

“ANIDIOTSAYSWHAT?”

Then grin as they fall in. See why i said the tricks are simple but as old as the hills? Part of this is due to mechanical Thunking and not truly being present. Here is how to protect your Self:

You will always Know, ten times out ten, real quick that this is happening from the offset. Listen to that quiet voice within and keep your distance. This can be tough due to the Vampire being attractive, presenting just what you’re seeking and all the other things I said but its a moth to flame effect that its better to give a miss. If they’re already hooked in stop feeding your emotions. This can be rough as it goes against all you do well which is why they picked you as a target hence the “Just say no!” thing. Sometimes walking away with no explanation needed is the best as that is when they’ll lay it on real thick as they place more hooks in to remain fed. If you insist on engaging then stand up for your Self when they transgress your boundaries and limits. A simple statement with little emotion. If they repeat just go out for a walk and leave your phone on the desk. You may come home to charm or aggression, pay it no heed either way as its simply a performance. Once you see how its a veneer that is paper thin it makes it much easier to disconnect from the energetic pimping. The energetic exercises I mentioned elsewhen are an immense help as they help ground one and Center in Self so give them a spin. Also, look into fixing your own problems and not this realms as those past events allow them to gain access but once you’ve made peace with them and integrated the aspect that was trapped, back when, its like they can’t pull tricks in the present.

From that tip its why I’ve said that a Warrior meets teachers as all of these taught me so much about healing, integration and depth as well as the underpinnings of them, how they tick and a load of other aspects which I now share with the web as the Vampire Game is old as the Empire itself and, some would say, they are one and the same thing.

Till we meet again

Addistraction

An addistraction is a neologistic contraction of addiction and distraction. If you’ve got one, had one or currently are on one you know just what I mean as it wraps its tendrils around your brain and forces you to see through its frame and everything else you know you should be doing and would be a far better way of using your talent, effort and skill rolls downhill and way out of your grip as you’re fully engaged with pushing the boulder that you grip to the summit.

For what? Ask your Self.

Spotting is the first step. Questioning the next and then forcing yourself to do something else the third because it all comes down to Hyper Avoidant Distractivity as previously mentioned but the difference with an Addistraction is that it can be a substance too as well as something you just do. Gaming, for quite a few, falls into this binge as does compulsive masturbation if you can’t get the energetic sex that would quench your immense drive for orgasms. By the way that in and of itself is a prime symbol there is something within your nervous system you wish to eject because its presence is what makes you anxious and to deal with it means one needs to become aware of what ticks under the surface so start by examining what gets you hard or wet because that offers a hint that is often linked with that which you want close but can only do via the distance a screen brings. We’ll speak of this later, just giving you an example. Here’s another one most never suspect and even the one who had it didn’t think was a problem:

“All I do is win” were the words he said and ever since an infant he’d been driven to outpace those around him with a relentlessness that veered on ferocious. His parents were astute enough to notice and pushed him towards the throes of competition in sports as well as rewarding his stream of A grades with whatever he says he wanted and thus its no surprise he became a business magnate and stacked chips to the ceiling as he outworked the rest and gave it his all and everything. “Its war, can’t you see it?” he said as he planned and strategized how to bring an end to those who would dare step or encroach upon his realm and beyond the boardroom he wasn’t averse to physical intimidation as he kept his ear connected to the pavement thanks to the chins he’d checked after a few drinks and a wrong glance in his direct led to the taking of offense as the yell escaped his lips of “This is the fight I’ve been seeking” as he repeatedly slapped himself and let a stream of invective fly from his lips “So I’m nothing huh? More than useless? Not worth a light? Don’t think I’m a problem?” he screamed as he advanced upon his target who was at this moment having second thoughts about the frisk that he’d picked because he’d simply wanted to impress some girls by showing up the businessman who was talking to them as he wanted their attention on him and this outcome isn’t one he envisioned from one suited and now booting his head in.

He ripped him and his two friends to shreds and the bouncers knew it best to dead the evidence, look the other way and pretend nothing happened because with him its on till the end and those who got on the wrong side of him often encountered more than enough problems that went above and beyond the civilized thing of just obliging someone on the cobbles. That and he always tipped well when he’d found a vent so if someone was stupid enough to step, well, then its up to them to collect their teeth from the pavement because once the man sees red then it won’t end until someone is near death.

With bloody knuckles, torn linen and immense grin he came strolling back as the three girls who started it all of were melting as they vied for his attention. “Which one of you gives the best head? Matter of fact why don’t you all try one after the next and whoever can handle the length can come back to mine for some sniff and drinks then you can tell your friends about the sesh”.

When next I saw him I set him a challenge:

“I bet you couldn’t, if your life depended on it, act scared to death of the next bunch of kids trying to impress the girls by fronting on you”. “Talk sense. Why would I want to do something so stupid? Besides, they had it coming and if you’re old enough to talk ish you’re old enough to get hit because grown man games come with grown man consequences. Speaking of which, did you see those three? Pure filth. I don’t know if they were attempting to outdo each other of they really were that in to me because we ended up emptying the war chest and spent two days going at it. My nose and loins are raw red” he said as he touched his nostrils with a tenderness that belied his weekend.

“So you can’t do it? Finally, we’ve found a challenge you can’t win. Ladies and gentleman, you are Witnessing a loser doing what he does he best” I said clapping and playing up to the imaginary audience as he started seething and frothing. “Listen” he said, with teeth totally clenched and violence barely reined in “You and me we’re friends, but even friendship has limits so never, ever talk to me like this again”. “I wasn’t talking to you at all, I was speaking to them” I said gesturing at the audience that didn’t exist in the flesh but did in his head. “All of that power, all of that strength. And for what? To attempt exorcising the demons your grandfather suppressed when the white men “Bud, bud, ding dinged” him and spat on him when he first came to the United Kingdom.

“You, he… What? Who… Who told you?” he said with palpable regress as he was knocked for six. “Have you been speaking to my parents. Thats private family business. How dare they…” he exclaimed as the rage started spinning again and he put his fist through the wall and started pacing. “They didn’t say a thing. You did. Or he did to be more accurate” I replied and let him have his vent. “Five foot six, quite thin. Not in the least bit intimidating and yet his temper was immense but not as big as his hatred for this nation where his father sent him against his will because there was no future for him in the village where he was always fighting against those who said he had nothing as they’d jeer and call him shoveler of excrement”.

“Listen, we’re Singhs. There are no castes in this. Thats all feeble minded superstition and stop doing that spooky bit around me. All I need is business consultation and a few of those handy tricks about my energetics. Not interested in the rest of this because I’m the one thats paying. You dance to the tune I set so leave my personal life out of this because thats exactly what it is. Comprehend?”. He was in an ambivalent state that oscillated between rage and releasing a huge flood of tears long held within and I knew I’d accomplished what I’d intended and now just had to wait for him to reach the state of disequilibrium that would come now the old Addistractions weren’t working.

“OK, cool. I quit. Take this a freebie, a bonus session and if you want to hire me back again it will be my usual fee times ten with no negotiation. Later”. And I left.

Now for those of you wondering let me fill you in on what I’d noticed during our interactions because its nothing psychic, even though I’m exceedingly empathic but is far more to do with psychospiritual inheritance. Lets take a cup and pour some liquid in. Then we’ll carry it around for a lifetime and let it soak up the energetics of all you’ve felt yet not expressed. It becomes more intense as we progress as the strength just keeps growing even though the volume doesn’t shift as the concentration isn’t diluted due to the life unexamined. That was his great grandfather aka shoveler of excrement. For those not aware let me fill something in:

India is ruled by a caste system. Meaning you are born into whatever your parents did. If you’re top pick then you win by default without doing a thing and if you’re the lower tiers that traditionally engaged in the works of sanitation, shoe making or other such things then you’re virtually untouchable and seen as three fifths of a human being. Sikhism is a pretty recent religion with some quite egalitarian principles when it comes to seeing women as equals and attempted to abolish this. It failed horrendously in this sense because female infanticide is still immense as a girl generates a net debt for the dowry one must service to spend on her wedding (which is always a lavish event but the other side gets credit) and the caste bit is ingrained within not just the culture but peoples mindset as well. This is quite intriguing when examined as it shows you the whole nature vs nurture thing in full effect because those who are used to throwing their weight around and getting what they wish do so at home as well and thus set the example for their kids. They see how others acquiesce and defer to the presence of their parents and thus inherit the same modes of thinking and being as the way it is and thus propagate the cycle.

Not a problem if you’re top pick but the chap from this example came from the opposite end of the spectrum and thus a few hundred years ago when one his ancestors decided to convert religions and thus drop their inherited caste name in exchange for the generic Singh they’d thought it would generate a change in fortunes. Didn’t work in that sense because everyone still called him by his old trade name of what he did but they stuck at it and by the time the boy who would grow to become the protagonists great grandparent was born there was an immense amount of rage rolling around in the bloodline due to having to bite their tongue and perpetually getting the short end of the stick from the wealthy land owners who liked a drink and were fond of music so they’d throw him a few rupees to play the drum and sing songs that aggrandized them.

His words sounded like silk but felt like venom as it was all so humiliating but the more they drank the better they tipped and he was making far more in this line of business than he was from cobbling so he stuck at it. Thing is his son would always tag along and thus his energetics were impressed by the tales of valorous legends of which his father sings and he took them as a frame of reference for himself and his greatness as all children are immensely egocentric. Add in the testosterone laden boasting, drinking, excess and occasional casual violence of the landowners and he, totally unaware of the process, designed and built a blueprint of taking no mess, being ferocious and living the lyrics his father would sing to pay the bills.

The kids around him railed at his impudence as he attempted to rise above his boot polish status and he’d happily dole out the violence that was impressed in his consciousness as what gave the wealthy and powerful the status he was craving. For the high caste kids getting beaten by one from the depths was exceedingly humiliating but they were pampered and he, now in his teens, was battle tested and walked around with a couple of chips on each shoulder that he dared others to touch so he could show them what happened.

One of his fathers friends who’d known him since back when offered to buy him a ticket to the United Kingdom and had a place for him to rest because he, in his old age, had turned to religion as a way to assuage the guilt of killing so many of his children in order to keep the land in the hands of his sons hence no girls were allowed to live and such sins were weighing heavy on his conscience. Grudgingly the boy accepted, even though he knew not a lick of English, but anything was better than this because there was simply no future, no options in this village.

Across the seas they went and he’d later recollect that time in the ocean with those just like him who were seeking something else was the best he’d ever had because landing in a place cold and distant bought him a rude awakening as to what racial violence truly is. You don’t need to speak the language to know the disrespect of getting spat at by the local NF who then gestured that they’d rather you left their fine kingdom as your kind are not welcome. Their methods of fighting were totally different to his as in the village it was open palmed strikes that seemed to be laced with tenderness in contrast to the rage filled fists and kicks as they stomped him into the pavement for daring to meet their anger with aggression. When the Police arrived they locked him up and beat him again with their truncheons and thus the mood was set for his time in this place which more than lived up to the reputation in the village that the English were a bunch of heartless dogs fueled purely by self interest.

Eventually the people he was living with found their fixer who speaks a little English and they managed to get him out and thoroughly admonished him and made it seem like he deserved it. “Son, this isn’t the village. This is a wild hostile place and they hate Brown skin. You can’t beat them or join them so keep your head down and make money instead. We’re all in this together and if you start causing problems it will reflect on all of us because these skinheads burn down buildings and are very, very wicked.”

He acquised. What choice did he have? But the rage he’d felt since childhood that he’d inherited from many generations of being seen a less than human due to the caste system was a time bomb ticking and thus he started drinking to quell the rage within. Hard work, tireless saving and he went from almost nothing to something as an arranged wife was shipped in as his father banked on his investment and thanked his stars for the little slice of land she brings and they had two children into whom this rage distilled as they went to schools and were treat different by their teachers and the rest of the kids who lined up to say they stink or “Why do you have a bun on your head?” in response to his proto-turban.

The kids got into their fair share of fights and endured bullying and after a generation when the protagonist of this adventure stepped into the flesh their family was quite rich. They lived in the West End and had a home like a palace due to generational wealth and buying properties then renting them out to people just like them. The profits were immense and they were a far cry from the days when caste set the limits but the old demons weren’t dead, just asleep within and awaiting someone who would animate their presence and give them life again after a few generations of suppression.

This is what I saw enlivening the drives of the successful businessman with a proclivity for violence that was mentioned in this missive although he was entirely ignorant of this. To him that was the way he is. He didn’t have a clue about the inheritance of trauma and rage he was living in the sense of the Patterns that existed in one long dead who he’d never met and had only heard of his adventures as the one who fought the white men and took the steps to establish them in this new kingdom. Even at nursery, if he wanted a toy he just took it without asking. Especially if said was a Caucasian and getting much joy as it made him feel triumphant. The same Pattern would repeat, again and again, throughout his life and it served him well as the modern world rewards aggression in fields just as sport and business where he excelled as he took what his parents had and parlayed it into bigger things that generated more and more dividends. He ran through women with a quickness. Blond haired and blue eyed princesses with which he would attempt to satiate a thirst that simply couldn’t be quenched as well as willfully going out to seek violence and then paying off the establishment had created a legend as well as his access to high quality narcotics which were most profitably pedaled by his best friends. They were quite a team when it came to getting it in but it was now when we met and he came face to face with his Addistraction without realizing it because he’d simply wanted to know how to solve a problem he was having in his business.

See, nothing exists in a vacuum. Everything is interconnected hence what was once will be again but those who wear these Patterns like a second skin can easily forget what life was like au naturel as they aren’t actually living their own existence but that of the ghosts of the past that dwell within their vessel. It may sound a tad esoteric but I assure you you are also having these effects. Maybe not as dramatic but there is a good reason why the basis of so many olde time religions was the pacification of the ancestors as they comprehended the connection and implications of those who stepped into this realm in regards to those who left and may have felt unfinished business as well as that which needed a vent. Shamans were great at this as they could spot and defuse the Pattern in a kid before he caused problems for the entire village because all it takes is a little introspection, reflection and deduction to realize “I am this” which then generates distance and stops ones life being played out as a puppet at the whims of those long dead yet unfulfilled.

From the outside looking in the man in question had it all and was fond of saying things like “Living the dream” and “All I do is win” because his dysfunction was entirely invisible and had never been called into question as he’d learned to live a masked existence that showed his parents what they wished and then the streets something else. His staff were terrified and adored him. Same with all of their tenants because they knew if they ever had a problem with anyone about anything all they had to do was call him and he’d come screaming round the corner ready to kick in the head of whoever dared disrespect one living in his building. On the flip if they were late with the rent or complained a little too vigorous about the tap which drips or leaky ceiling then he may just see red with them and thus it was a tightrope which called for balance as, in many ways, he did what a lot of them simply wished they were capable of being in a land which still saw them as second class citizens. Just like the village.

Funny how things change and yet they stay the same, yes?

Underlying all of this is the principle of Addistraction which usually kicks in to avoid these Patterns we’ve either built or, usually, inherited. In that sense they are old phantoms jangling new chains and this is why people often say “He’s such a nice guy, I don’t know what came over him” as they see a totally different side of a person. A lot of folks have better impulse control and not such a large streak of recklessness as the man detailed in this example and instead they suppress the urge which swells instead of acting on it. This has its own consequences that usually come in the form of ill health (often symbolic as the body tries to make sure the mind gets the message), avoidance, distraction or countless other types of coping mechanism. A lot of them have become socially sanctioned and acceptable but that is only because most people walk around this realm with their head up their rear end and won’t admit it stinks as that would require thinking different.

Sure, this example is extreme but it is vivid because there are countless people like this in many fields, not all of them are a success. This chap just happened to get in where he fits in when it comes to the business of violence and is something of a legend around the ends as he sees himself as Robin Hood who fights for the oppressed. At least he did until we met. Gradually he came to realize that there is only one true Opponent in this realm. Only ever one battle and that is within.

See, the past is always present. In that sense your skin is a traveling bag of your existence and the blood in your veins carries your ancestors traits, for good or evil, hence the grail keeper is who you be. That is a huge responsibility. These are advanced concepts for those who’ve done the preliminaries in knowing the ledge and taken their steps upon the Path of Power as none but ourselves can free our minds from the prison they’re within.

Therein lies the problem as 81% of those who dwell on the face of the planet are obsessed with decorating their cell with trinkets and baubles to make it more comfortable as they never seem to question why life feels like this. No, instead they’re like swans that swim around on the surface pretending to be serene but, secretly, they’re flapping away beneath as they try to stay afloat and stave off the emotions they refuse to feel, deal or release. And so they live a masked existence. Slaves to ignorance, disconnected from Inner Sense and totally lacking in any Knowledge of Self as (nine times out of ten) they place their power outside of them and impatiently await a miracle, some salvation or winning lottery ticket.

In the mean time Addistraction fits the bill. Its everyones favorite sugar pill that can fix a thousand ills, hide a billion symptoms and let you pretend, just for a moment, that things aren’t as they are but as you wish. Its the sound of the collective breathing a sigh of relief as they forget they’re sinking within the sands of ignorance and thus certain to perish. This is why a lot are not ready to disconnect. The truth of their existence is so horrifying that they will rail and lash out at the one helping as they project their suffering. “Its him, he is the wrong. He is the bad man! He makes me feel like this” as they point their fingers and vent whilst ignoring the three aimed at the true cause of the problem.

After all, if one, externally, can control, evoke and manipulate your energies in a way better than you can your Self then what do you call that person, my friend?

A Slave.

Till we meet again

Hyper-Avoidant Distractivity or Why You Are Such a Mess

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Don’t Face Your Fears. Chase Them

A man kept having the same dream, again and again. In it he was being chased by some faceless demon that scared him. He’d rise in bed with his heart pounding as he tried to convince himself that this was all ridiculous. See, our minds may tell lies but our nervous system says it is exactly how it is when it comes to consciousness and the decoding of the Matrix. He asked:

“How the hell do I deal with this? It doesn’t relent and my sleep is being torn to shreds. I’ve had enough of it”.

“Have you? Have you really? Because you don’t sound like you have. I reject your deposit”.

“What do you mean? I came to ask for help so what are you saying?”.

“What I’m saying is what you’re hearing. There is no feeling in your words whereas you heard my message loud and clear. Instead of sitting there in bed trying hard to pretend that private vision in your head hasn’t left you quaking, shaking and phasing to a rather strange vibration – admit it. Relish it. Don’t face your fears. Chase them. Anger is the flip of fear, yes? Accept the range, rewrite the script and set your intent that the next I time I see that demon try to chase me I’m going to let him have it as I turn the tables and flip my Opponent into my Victim”.

There was a shift in his optics, like a literal ripple of consciousness along with a subtle nod of his head as “No doubt, no doubt” dropped from his lips. I didn’t see him again for a bit but the next time he dropped in he was singing a different hymn:

“You are not gonna believe this. I actually got that promotion”.

“I told you you had the talent so I’m glad you started to believe it. Too many people lose the battle without ever stepping into the breach thanks to the voice in their head. Like I said, realize you ain’t it and thats when the real fun begins as it clicks you’re the Witness to all of this and that is an immense power to possess”.

“Yeah, speaking about possession, I faced that demon. I did what you said and when I rose in bed with my chest pounding and adrenaline pumping I looked not at the symbol but at its resonance as I asked my Self “When else do I remember feeling like this?“. At first nothing happened because the sensations were simply too overwhelming but I stuck with it and the next time it kicked I had the strangest flicker of recollection. At the time it was nothing but it was so left field that I could nothing else but hit the “Huh?” face in bed as it felt like a super thin slice of life from a phase I didn’t quite remember yet. I knew I was a child, there were familiar elements present that I hadn’t considered for ages but there was no coherent narrative. Just a random smattering of things and I approached them with an oddly curious sense because of what you’d said about the nature of suppression and how our greatest strengths are presented as dread in order to ensure one has the mind to handle the power therein.

Over the next few I started recollecting bits and bobs that were intensely personal so don’t mention these online but you’re free to share the rest. Net result was that for the first time in as long as I can recollect I felt free from a sense of dread that I’d been force fed since way back when. Sometimes the slice was thin, others I’d be choking on it and that ties in real well with your topic of resolution and the glow that dimmed because it was akin to trying to stream Netflix via a Nineties internet connection. The band wasn’t broad enough to get the message hence it came through in bits so I’m glad I listened and kept the pad and pen on deck as I’d get a scrap here and glimpse there which often made no sense but I jotted down the text and then, eventually, the whole narrative unfolded and I felt a long suppressed scream leave my lips as I started to recollect exactly what had happened. This stuff is life changing. Intense but life changing, that much is for certain”.

This is quite a common comment from those who’ve taken the steps to create the Path which is made by walking. How far you progress is, in the end, your wish as some are quite content to solve the current problem and then get back to the business of living whilst others feel a glow within that simply can’t rest until its shining, as intended. In the practical sense, for those reading, its often wise to start with a list. As usual you’ll need to speak to the child within using the technique mentioned but, in general, you want to look, forensic, at your coping mechs and what they’re avoiding. Your fictional choices, real world showboating, things you promise you’ll do when you get that, this and this along with the answer to this question:

“If money was no object where would you live and what would you be doing?“.

Provide detail then compare and contrast your current situation and find the hidden blocks that prevent progress and star considering what other events or situations remind you of this and as you draw the links notice the sensations beneath the neck. Feel them. Let them be. Treat them like an angry child and show compassion and tenderness. Often they just want to be heard and once they know they have your attention it can cause a shift in the sequence which, eight out of ten, vents in a dream that same PM as you interface with aspects of your subconscious at rest. Start putting the pieces together, imagine a life without limits, try something different, ditch a habit that doesn’t help for a specific period and then reward your Self for acing it with something you’d been denying. Get familiar with discomfort and then you may just discover the magic within. Most of all remain present, sit and breathe. If you happen to slip and notice you’re doomscrolling (a coping mech, par excellence) don’t beat your head but stop and grin as you’ve spotted the (false) self doing what it does best as you recollect you aren’t it if you can observe its actions and move back into the role of director instead by embracing the Witness and let the thought patterns melt like a cloud shifting from the sun which it attempted to dim as you start to shine again.

Facing your fears is often done with a sense of bravado and such things but that is usually just a mimic of the true resolution whereas this chasing, or stalking to be more accurate, is a far more subtle thing as people report quite odd syncs in which random outside things mirror or reflect an internal process whilst setting off a chain of introspection that linked all the curious bits they’d scribbled down in ink and that can really be quite exhilarating. Best of all is once its gone, it went. That aspect of energetics shifts from resistance to integration and thus you are now in charge of greater resources and possess more bandwidth which, I suspect, truly is the point of living where most are tricked into Thunking external trinkets and validation can scratch this internal itch but thats another topic.

Till we meet again

People Try and Find Happiness Outside Themselves

People try and find happiness outside themselves. To me this has always seemed like a fools errand because if two empty glasses clink and each asks “Gotta drink?” then it won’t be long until problems manifest, yes? For so long I have been on a quest to find that place within I once Knew well as a jit and, quite often, I’ve gladly sacrificed external things to this mission. It is from this vantage I sit and type this because whilst I may not have anything to show for it there is plenty of gnosis and a lot of that I’ve shared on the web as well as conversations in the flesh, which are my preference.

If you are a regular reader you will be aware that I think something is very wrong with all of this and my conceptual framework to share my perspective is a Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits which furnish us with the flesh we’re wearing. Saturating the realm is pure consciousness and we, each and every one, are it and it is us. This is the great trick of “being human”. Discovering this as a fact is one of the things I met – face to faceless – on my quest. That and plenty of sadness. Words cannot express the depth of pain we, each and every one, carry within and in order to assuage this inheritance of ignorance that runs in a stream, unchecked, from way back when to the present moment most choose to live a masked existence. This state of affairs is so common that 81% of the world is complicit in their own oppression and thus looks at others to vent their tensions by projecting blame when, in the end, its only them in this realm interacting with figments of their imagination trying to tell them to look in as the three fingers point back are a hint as opposed to the one, jabbing.

I need to Know many things. Who I am. How I got here. The meaning of all of this. Why we are born one way them become something else. Why “Stop Crying” marked the beginning of the end of my Inner Sense and how the hell did people become so numb and unfeeling? These are just a handful of the thoughts for which I’ve been seeking answers for as long as I can recollect but the main one I have noticed is that everyone who attempts to engage in the implicit business of making another responsible for their states and feeling is, quite literally, outsane.

I mean stop and think how dim you’d seem if you’re sat on the couch, binge watching, whilst eating potato chips with a grin as you point at your friend and say:

“Don’t worry, she’s taking my belly to the gym!“.

Idiotic, isn’t it? And yet that is what nine out of ten people in relationship expect and when it doesn’t manifest there is a strangely symbiotic relationship with their kids that can range from full of narcissist to one who just takes a random drink or pops the balloon of their dreams with a comment. I have never, ever seen anyone consciously parent or relate to anyone else. Why would they if they can’t do for Self? It makes no sense and yet this is the world as it is and, to me, that was a fail ergo I took that trip within to create the Path you make by walking. Thing is I’m so far aheart at the moment that it feels like I’m on the wrong planet as I sit there and watch so many well trained frogs sitting in pots that are turned up in increments. None of them will admit they’re sweating or they detest all of this because they secretly (or blatantly) covet the validation.

Can’t you see how your mind is behind enemy lines, my friend? No. I suppose not because if you haven’t put the work in then how the heck would you have something for comparison? In that sense most are living in a nightmare, spread thin, they call their every waking moment and just like a dream it needs a shift in perspective so one stops and examines the narrative and realizes quite how ridiculous it is.

There are many things that you, the well adjusted, can do without thinking that, to me, are nigh on impossible. The flip is also true when it comes to navigating my awareness and that, in some respects, is to be expected because there are but a limited amount of stats and when you max out the inner realms something has to give but this is where the bonus round kicks in and that is most interesting as it all plays out within ergo its a true win/win for one clicks they’re in the world but not of as you bear not its imprint. The rest, however, do not want to hear this and can’t stand anything that contradicts the voice in their head they Thunk is them as its the devil they know best via the state of Adulteration. Oh sure, they miss Inner Sense as well but have drinks, pills, sex, television and the web along with as much bread and circuses as they can handle but how many of them are truly content to sit alone in a room with no distractions and find a peace grin upon their lips that emanates from within with no pump faking or bliss making? Just standard equipment.

From this vantage your heart weeps for the rest who perish due to a lack of Knowledge and then these tears explode like a fountain once you click that even if you showed them, A to Z, what is needed they simply would not do it because it contradicts what they expect, have been programmed with and prefer as their resonance. Tell me that isn’t the slickest trick, ever imagined? The wildest part is that the forces at the helm that made them like this detest my presence with a vengeance even though, irony of ironies, its their antics that made me this ergo its a chicken and egg type thing or the genesis of a nemesis, if you will.

The Game on this level is a strange as you can get. That times ten when you comprehend it takes place in your head because then one must question how the heck you ended up at this depth and why on earth you accepted all the mess that made you act as you did in an attempt to forget what they’d rather you didn’t recollect. Thing is, some of us are a bit stubborn, ya dig? Not so much taking the bull by the horns but attempting to ride it, up, up and away, far from this realm back to the land that causes effects. This, as you can guess, originates within but in the quest of unlearning your ignorance it often reps a threat to many sacred cattle and sleeping dogs most would rather not examine. Not me though and this, I shall grimly say, ain’t no fairy tale because the head can spin a tale but the body recollects, never, ever forgets and is always present and correct in the only time you truly possess:

The present moment.

Dare ye unwrap it? Most don’t. Blue or red till the end as they sing the songs of golden circles in the promised land. Heaven and hell are here, my friend but you probably don’t want to hear it. This way lies madness. Or, should I say, a different brand of sadness for the world truly weeps below the masks placed on its dish but people are so alienated from Self that they believe not what they sense hence numbed and dumb says best about the state of their inner realms which is why they engage in such strange things as ways of ease the suffering they won’t admit grips them and dangles them over the edge as they hold on with a thin string.

Tell me that doesn’t describe your inner realms, real well.

I’ve spoke to a lot of people. Truly I have. In excess of eight hundred K. Maybe even a million and none have been able to provide what I’m seeking but I’m sure I’ve laced them with some Game or, at the least, amusement as they walk away, shaking their heads, saying:

“That boys off his meds”.

And yet it was a child that broke the spell of the emperors nakedness…

Till we meet again

There Is Something I’m Not Getting

You ever have that feeling that something kicks but you’ve only had a glimpse of the full pic? I’ve got that sensation at the moment and this is the old “Don’t know you don’t know” effect aka a Game of three halves doing what it does best. For those that dwell on the surface and never even dream of the depths the conversation may seem ridiculous bu the ones who Know the shadows depth can comprehend what I’ve just said because when gods with amnesia is the script that creates human beings wrapped in dense layers of stress there are plenty of places to hide wisdom. Best of all, within. Its the last place they’ll think of checking, especially if the outer realm is filled with bells, whistles and distractions. What I am wondering is this:

Lets pretend this is Krypton and we’re all supermen and women. Something kicks, some type of cataclysm and they become mere humans instead. Thats right, you heard correct. They are stripped of their super powers and immense strength. Instead they must learn how to eke out an existence and via the sweat of their brow do they earn their daily bread. At first they lamented the loss of what went and kept these things alive via myths and legends but how soon one forgets when the vibration dips as that is akin to an ice cube turning to his friend, equally rigid, and asking if he recollects the feeling of flowing like a stream. It beggars belief to one that is, on all sides, hemmed in via a construction like a dimension as they sit, chilling, in the fridge waiting to be placed in a drink.

One of the most amazing things about my life and the main reason I wouldn’t trade places within anyone is this quest that I call the Path of Power which you create by taking the steps. You literally don’t have a clue what comes next and, many times, I have been over my head with no swimming lessons under my belt and its at these crucial bits you uncover some strength or resource you didn’t suspect and then implement it in the moment. On the other end you are a better version of your Self and then comes the time when you sit and reflect. Now is one of those times and it got me pondering because if the sky fell on Krypton and turned supermen into plebs who were merely human what if there was a sect of the elect that somehow retained their strength? In one sense they could choose to become gods of that realm as what they possess places them above all the rest but if they’re wise they’ll know, real quick, the survivors wouldn’t like this and could cause all types of problems. Far better to keep the gifts hid and rule from the shadows instead whilst blending in.

Then, thinking about it, you could start recruiting others, in secret and under penalty of death then place them in positions of power and influence to put on a show for the rest. Consider it a win/win as you get to shine bright on the world stage and also know you have a special friend with a cape that will swoop in and save you in case of a problem. Side note, Clark Kent is the biggest simp that ever lived. I mean he had all the gifts and he gave them up for a woman. Even as a jit I thought “What the F? What kind of messed up deal is this?” because fact or fiction it truly made no sense. And yet, as I progressed I read so many myths and legends in which the gods of yore, that once walked among men, found the women attractive and dipped their wick to create a race of demigods which really put the cat amongst the pigeons, in a metaphysical sense. Of course nobody in modern times believes that BS and we ain’t talking about Earth but what happened on Krypton, after the sky fell.

Can you imagine the mind trip being inducted into this and finding out that They Live told the truth via fiction. Life would never be the same again as you’re literally looking through another lens. Best not say a thing though as those laser eyes may just come put an end to your riff, real quick. Then again, why would you? If its all sunshine and rainbows after you’ve placed your bid they’ll make sure you ascend in exchange for doing your bit. All of that said, there is something I’m not getting yet and because its from DKDK land I don’t have a clue what it is as I sit here awaiting the next hint which clicks like a straight line in Tetris and the previous ignorance gives way to wisdom which is akin to a spiritual orgasm as words cannot express the gift and presence of res that keeps bumping up in increments. I mean, you could picture it like this:

It is Nineteen Eighty Four on the planet of Krypton. Life, surprisingly, is almost identical in their realm as it is to where we lived, back when, except you are in the clique. That means that whilst everyone else is watching a big booty CRT with an analog signal you, externally, appear to have the same thing but thanks to the magic goggles they handed you, as an initiate, you and your kids get to watch HD instead. Its literally a different world, yet identical. When anyone else comes in you view as they did but when alone and in private you get all types of access, on demand channels and all the latest perks and gifts we associate with tech. Its a great deal, yes? You can see why people would fall over themselves for access to this realm of gods among men. What type of world do you think they’d build? Would the denizens click that the electric which powered the external inventions was what previously gave them a lift but now it was tapped by silicon instead as the innate resonance was beyond the carbon to which they’d sink? Much like getting a holophone and installing a Nokia brick OS then sending a text mess instead of what it was capable.

We check back in to the year Forty Ninety Six and people are caped up and cutting loose back on Krypton. Everything looks back to the way it was, until we zoom in and meet pixelation. WTF? None of this is actually happening. They’re in cryogenic stasis in pods much like the Matrix which is pooling their consciousness via digital interfaces to create a reality that doesn’t exist which is beamed back to them. It is at this point the truth kicks in like a ton of bricks:

They were simulated within a simulation, off rip.

The descent into matter was simply another level of the Game and those who kept their state were, in effect, privilege escalating to the old stage much like playing an MMO with a bug, pre-update that allows you to move in a way quite strange compared to those just logging in and not having a clue what hit them. In this case the cheats would be spotted, real quick, and the system would move against them to patch whatever it was they pimped and this explains, real well, the need to move in secret and be subtle because if the entire point of it all was to make super then less and less till they weren’t even men but mankind instead then that kind of makes sense as each step reps its own challenge but if the interloper sussed a way to use some type of tricks then they’d be a step ahead and could, if they wished, create a world within a world of a simulated higher realm as, to those plugged in, it would be just this but, in the end, built on deception.

Sheesh! Can you imagine the stress and paranoia that would go into maintaining this glitch? How you would need to temper wanting to walk down the street with super nuts hanging versus induced Clark Kenting just in order to fit in? What about what you’d let rip, in secret? I mean, you’d have the whole realm sewn up as anyone who could do a thing would be your bought and paid for agent to push a script and the illusion you sell would be happily accepted by the rest as it brings a form of convenience to them and, since they fell, its all about accepting what you get versus going against the narrative as they went from singular to group as that is what the terms dictated. Interestingly, in the heavens, thats what the unfallen did as well but it really chafes for them as they are so used to doing their own thing but comprehend they need to preserve their skills and working together is needed. An element of corruption seeps in and they vie for power among themselves. There are fractures and splits as some don’t like the way they’re treating the rest and others couldn’t give an F as they have became drunk on power and dream big of creating a false ascent via the use of digital tricks that aims to keep the old sons of Krypton plugged in to the whole rising and falling thing but each trip is more intense as they clicked they can mine their minds from within whilst selling dreams and illusions that most accept as the real thing as the grip of matter on consciousness gets more and more intense which each step.

I Know, I’ve got a vivid imagination. You should have checked what was in my head at the end of the second Matrix as what I’d penned in regards to the third act far eclipsed what they said as my concept saw Neo and Smith exchanging positions due to some strange imprint and thus the one they dread actually came to protect whilst the other went rogue instead and that is when he discovered that Morpheus himself was actually sent as a disguised agent of darkness who had the intent to trick and make him think he’d transcended when, in reality, he was still plugged in. Never left. This is why he could feel the sentinels as he’d become untethered in the sense that you recollect how they jacked in and out of the Matrix and the babies were born in pods linked via flesh and mechanics to extract their energetics? Well, its just like that was Ethernet and Neo, now full of true Self realization after transcending the architects deception, had became wifi mobile instead and was tapped in directly to the source and thus it was an immense Game of chess using varying levels of agents, both wise and unwitting, to fuel his ascent but, in the end, it was all on him to pick up the pieces and string them in to a coherent narrative as he zipped through the events that led to all this because the ultimate aim was total transcendence as when this clicks he’s on a level where he can simply unplug the Matrix and its false creation so those capable do ascend to their Prime resonance and those that were just programs, pretending, slide back to the abyss of the algorithm that forged them.

As you can probably guess what they manifested paled in comparison to this and made me very suspicious about some things which set me off on another “There is something I’m not getting” quest, back when, that I just decided to mention at random as none of this has any real world reference and any syncs to people, places or organizations is pure coincidence as we’re speaking on Krypton as I turn over concepts in my head and see from a different vantage that, for some reason, I decided to share on the web. Who knows? It may inspire something or this may be the post that causes the sleeping giant within the collective unconscious to shift its induced state of resonance and unleash immense healing and true feeling over the planet as that is the Soul intent of the willhelpme project and some times its worth flipping the script and doing something different as it can be the subtle element that changes everything for the best as the rest was but priming for this moment of magnetization that hails the shift that rearranges the fractal as we gain health, wealth and transcendence in ways most unexpected.

Till we meet again

Pleasures of the Flesh

The range of sensorial pleasures available in this realm are quite immense, if you stop and think about it. The most obvious is sex which can range from mere friction to facilitate ejaculation all the way up to something far more sublime where your spirit looks down upon your flesh that it just managed to transcend via the power of riding the crest as you and your consort passed the energetics back and forth to achieve transcendence of separation and unification in higher realms. That is actually whats depicted upon the Ark when you see angels with wings copulating because the truth is hidden in symbols that are only seen via the initiates lens and the Kama Sutra speaks of it too but with more blatant images as do various other traditions that were fully aware that the seed which births life in this realm can be used to generate a different kind of child Self that views from an elevated perspective. But enough of the esoterics, let us speak of this realm and all its offerings which are so addictive to the Spirit as they make the Soul sing as the pleasure rolls in.

Food is quite obvious. Nothing is quite a delicious as meal cooked with care and attention, presented with affection from one who wishes you the best form of nourishment. Seven Star chefs attempt to mimic this but use extra garnish and gimmicks to justify the prices but those who are culinistas are fully aware that there are those whose kitchen and entire dining establishment takes place on the pavement where they serve up a dish in moments in exchange for pennies often have them beat. It matters not because everything from potato chips with additives like MSG thrown in to cause your senses to tingle and crave the hit, again and again, all the way up to salt, fat, sugar and those things we desire in excess because, once upon a when, they were the equivalent of unobtainium. There is nothing that quite generates an emotional response, an anchoring of feelings and a generation of bliss quite like a good meal that is served in appreciative conditions and surrounded by the appropriate environment.

Its why fine dining, fast food and the modern supermarket are the equivalent of shrines and temples built to honor the experience of a delicious repast whose pleasure magnifies when shared with the class. Something about a dish which is served for more than you can make the most simple of tastes feel absolutely exquisite and its why this, along with the next offering to tickle your senses on our list, forms such an integral part of the human experience as no man is an island. Sharing is caring. Lets drink to this!

From tea to coffee, wines and spirits, carbonated beverages and the juices of plants, fruits and anything else you can blend we’ve been sipping for as long as you can imagine. And why not? After all we are mostly liquid and even in its most basic sense that in itself can be exceedingly refreshing as it hits the spot and quenches that which others cannot even imagine nor comprehend. So essential to this realm and life itself. Ask anyone who is parched about the pleasure that flows in as this heavenly nectar flows in and introduces ease to their being. Truly amazing. The options are almost unlimited, when you think about it, because anyone can imagine what happens if you mix that with this but its the stimulants that make people fall over themselves. Even in those countries that abstain from alcohol due it being being prohibited they find themselves hammering the tea, coffee and (quite often) cigarettes as well with a reckless abandon which proves the letter of the law may be followed whilst the spirit is gladly violated in order to indulge ones whims. Still, who cares? Its not like its a sin, is it?

Caffeine is such a thing that wars have been fought over and on it as well as his roided up cousin known as amphetamine as there is most certainly a link between the lift it brings thanks to the almost total absence of threats to modern men whose ancestors didn’t have such things when fending for themselves in the wilderness as nature ensures their adrenals were activated as an when. Now we use this artificial stimulus to get us to the office and its vended on every street, every corner and almost every inch of this world knows its effects. Imagine if they attempted a prohibition like they did for alcohol way back when? People would literally march out into the streets and immediately kill whoever sanctioned and approved this, such is the power of their daily hit that keeps them sane and moving. If you’ve never quit before I highly recommend trying it. You’ll learn a lot about your Self. The second day for one whose habit is heavily entrenched feels like someone shoved a fist up your nose and grabbed all the nerves and vessels in the front of your head with a firm grip, twisted and knotted them and are attempting to take them along for the ride as they exist out of your nasal cavern.

Thats exactly how it felt. After a long absence I gave myself a hit a while ago, just to pop in and see an old friend, have a chat, see how shes doing and she was as beautiful, seductive and elegant as she’d ever been as she whispered sweet nothings in my ears. “Baby, where have you been? You know, me and you were always the perfect team. Look at all we did, what we achieved. Can you truly claim you’d be who you are without me, Ms Caffeine? Why don’t you make an honest woman out of me. A death till us part kind of thing?”. Needless to say her presence in my blood was more than a little addictive because it feels so exceptionally awesome to rev the engine and ensure it ticks over a little beyond standard because it seems like you’re accelerating whilst standing still. Even if the wheels are spinning and there is less traction in the sense of progress. My gym strength, mood, confidence, all of that lifted by increments until I realized she had her hooks in and I sent her back to the streets from which she came where there was no shortage of those who would line up for her charms and presence as she slinked off with a wink and said “I’ll see you when I see you, slick”. And she meant it as she blew a kiss like she knew I’d be back again to taste her sweet lips.

Just a quick personal example about how what we are within is so easily influenced by external aspects and the worlds of big business know this well which is why anything presented with a barcode, patent or franchised model of distribution is designed to exploit this and (hopefully) induct you into lifestyles of the flabby and sick.

Is there anything as seductive and beautiful to the senses that the bite the eyes present? Especially in this visually driven generation where image is everything, even if its edited to death and the real person looks nothing like this. It matters not. “Give me a double scoop of illusion please with loads of those deluding sprinkles” sing the neurons of men, women and children who realize not the effects of Hollywoods spell that extended from the movies and into the realm of the common man as well where its all became a performance that never ends as the pressure to look perfect at all times is immense and daily claims more Victims with its siren call of likes, followings and subscribes as they plead for you to ring that bell and feed them attention. “I don’t know what it is but I always seem to attract the wrong kind of men” she said, like I was interested in hearing her lament. Seeing as I had a free moment I decided to hand out a reality check that she wouldn’t cash because of its implications:

“Look, your skin naturally isn’t that shade, nor are your eyelashes that big. Those nails are as fake as the weave on your head and if we remove the heels you drop by four inches and thats about what you had added to your breasts and we’ll keep the lipo a secret even though its obvious a bit of nip/tuck happened and then there is the lips, the teeth that are artificially whitened and on top of this the further airbrushed and filtered image but underneath all of this is the fact that every single man previous and current has had more than a wide streak of reckless violence, criminal intent or an addiction to adrenaline and thats why you like them because you want to be the one that changes them, so why cry when what you get is exactly what it says on the tin? Ever considered what may happen if you were actually authentic? Not just with them but also your Self?”

It was amusing to notice that as she progressed and the flower of youth was wilting she was lamenting something different and that was how the attention wasn’t coming like it once did as she settled for a mild mannered accountant to show her friends that she had found someone who would put up with her BS even though she was bored out of her head and craved the kind of men who were either dead, in jail or still tearing up young girls like she was back then as there was no such concept of the shelf or wall when it came to men who arouse these primal passions.

All visual. How many men have heard “If only I could find a man like you!” as they recline in the zone of friend, trying to hide what is erect in an attempt to nice their way in to what is stimulating the heck out of the rods and cones in their head? The quiet part that isn’t said is “A man like you but actually attractive”. Men are the same thing because there are many who have a ride or die six that was with them from the pavement to the penthouse who’ll they’ll swiftly trade in for one that is a newer model, size six, and comes equipped with a shovel, ready to dig, and the veneer of affection required to get you to write her ticket all because she is so darn arousing and seductive.

We are addicted to beauty, no matter how these body positive relabeled fatsos attempt to force a narrative and yet there once was a time when these Rubenesque belles were the most desired in the realm for the full figured gorgeousness so its all about the script, I guess. Its interesting how times shift and now its all about being thin whilst at the same time there is all this gluttonous indulgence paraded and available in an instant. Quite an interesting contradiction and its hints at the fact that society often sets you up against yourself using the pushing of messages via the popular press and screen. In the Eighties every man was filled with dread as his woman was peering at her rear end, reflected, asking “Does my bum look big in this?” whereas now its the opposite. “Be anything but your Self” is the silent message that is loudly impressed into the awareness of the gullible without them realizing the trick as they save up for a BBL.

“You smell absolutely gorgeous. I was wondering who that was” she said as I’d notice her make her entrance when all eyes swiveled in her direction. It was subtle but I spotted her nose twitch because it takes one to know another addict of the sniff. Such a primal sense. You know its wired the deepest in our brain compared to the rest and links directly to emotion, arousal and recollection as well. Its why you can catch a whiff of something in the air and immediately be transported back to a kid as you relive a memory that earlier you couldn’t marshal as vivid if your life depended on it. Its amazing how little we know about this sense and yet I could write a thesis on it because its so wonderful when developed and exceedingly powerful. “What are you wearing?” she said as she leaned in to take a sniff and placed her hand around my neck as she drew me in and inhaled in a way so seductive. Would I have had the same effect if I smelled like everyone else? Probably but thats just my confidence speaking but it does ice the cake nicely and when you meet another as enamored by the pleasures of the nostrils it can be quite amazing and ridiculously sensual as you speak a language to which the rest are oblivious. Better yet you conjure associations in her head that are firmly linked to your scent, both natural and aromachemical, that no man before or after will ever caress to the depths you imprinted. Did you know that women can smell who is attractive just from a T shirt that was worn and sweated in? With unerring precision they picked out those who they would bed there and then vs the ones they’d reject in an instant. Think about this as you’re sanitizing the most potent aphrodisiac you possess by slathering on deodorant and pushing aluminum into your system. Next comes the one that does it all and then some:

Music.

You can’t explain it but you certainly can feel it. Whether you are tapping along, off beat, due to a total lack of rhythm or singing like a cat being hit with a violin there is something primeval within that lights up with music. Not for nothing was it said that the fallen angel that came to this realm (if you believe in this) was known to knock out hits as well as those who attest, at Four AM usually, whilst gurning, that the supreme being himself sits behind the decks twiddling those switches and blending the twelves that make the dance floor bounce and shift as a sea of beings are transfixed by the beat and what it makes them feel. Even babies sense the groove and know from the womb who has their mother and fathers tones plus what soothes as well as what brings agitation to their inner realm. Unlike the rest of the senses which re-present the outer within (often with some form of editing) music is a direct one to one resonance in which there is no difference between the original and one in your head. Its why every single war, religion, nation, sports team and anything else you can mention has its own theme or jingle. Its a great method of entrainment and something quite fascinating as it offers hints about the blueprint of creation and you’ll see why the Warrior wishes to foster an intimate relationship that generates the presence within of the Psylense that makes all of existence possible as there is such huge power in this gift. Whats next?

To touch, caress and feel. Of course! What else? It can be stroking a pet that is purring in appreciation or massaging the limbs of your paramour in ways her betrothed would never think as she dare not be as wanton with one whom she has built an image inauthentic of being a good wife after spending her roaring twenties getting pounded into the next dimension by a hit she can’t quit, even after the ring. Even in ways as simple as a hug, which is akin to jump starting the electromagnetic circuits of one suffering due to the energetic patterns that project from our chest and fingertips. Feet, lips and genitals are also exquisitely mapped in detail with the former containing the links for the whole vessel just as ears do as well hence why they look like a fetus at rest. Have you ever had your lobes nibbled or ears caressed with a touch that knows what its doing as your toes curl in resonance as your blood starts flowing? Taking it to another level, fine clothes of nice materials that fit well feel amazing and create a feedback loop that spins as it boosts your self esteem and perception as well as the feeling of a blanket as the rain bounces off the roof in a steady rhythm which is technically cheating as it involves two senses but they go together so well that you instantly get the message. Its quite sad, when you think, how disconnected we are. Especially since the Pandemic in which people watched their elderly and infirm relatives die without being able to give one last kiss, hug or just feel them in the flesh before they left. All because of a mandate. Makes you question the nature of freedom when those who issued this edict were out partying with reckless abandon. Think they knew different to what they were preaching?

You may think I’ve came to the end of the list but actually I’m just beginning as the senses know no end. We can add things like humor, acceleration and its thrills as well as rarer aspects like synesthesia where you taste colors as well as the infamous sixth which is a heightened form of intuition and various other paranormal things that science denies exists but most people have Witnessed at least once in their lives. Ever wonder why thats so suppressed, taboo and classed as unintelligent to express is happening so much its almost universal? Now, I’ve said all that to say this, and it may be new to you or a familiar concept so read what comes next and lets see what happens.

Hungry ghosts.

Legend says that those who once wore flesh and walked around this realm as they were filled with immense desires that languished unfulfilled simply couldn’t give up existence at death, so intense was their attachment to pleasure. They live on, in a sense except without the instrument required to interact with the things they miss. What would an enterprising spirit do in such an occasion than hitch a lift on one still living and use their sensory apparatus to fulfill their desires and whims. “I don’t know what comes over him when he’s been drinking”. “She is a totally different person after she took that trip”. “Be careful, there are two sides to him and you don’t want to unleash the darkness because he may look like Ned Flanders but I’m certain he’s the Devil himself“.

Our language is laced with examples of this. Previous ages (whom we think were intellectual imbeciles compared to our prowess at turning on skinny TV sets as we stream content from the net via the new opiate of the masses) took a lot of this as Self evident. Stretching back through so many disparate cultures and religions we find an almost identical concept and as the previous passages attest there really is a special kind of pleasure that only humans can experience so its quite easy to see why the attachment would be so intense, especially with desired unfulfilled. Not for nothing are prisoners to be executed given their choice of a last meal, that alone should make you think. As well as why drunk tanks are pink because it makes it so much harder to be aggressive and when it comes to the rise of sentient silicon that is currently waiting in the wings that provides all I’ve mentioned and more then demands equal footing with humans its safe to safe we’re living in interesting times whilst most are just sleep walking. Such is the nature of the senses as its so easy to lose yourself in.

From the musician swaying along in a moment of sheer timeless enjoyment as they play a piece and find themselves at peace and cohesion to the lxvers who checked in to a hotel on Friday, PM and were never seen again till Monday, AM but were certainly heard cavorting as they explored what the other brings to all manner of things ranging from comfort food served well with a side helping of affection when stressed to a smell that makes you recollect a pleasurable childhood event as well as the eyes in your head that are decoding these glyphs as a method of transmitting my perspective to your awareness in an instant without my presence the implications of this in all its glory is mind blowing. Enough to make some hold on when it comes to an end and they most certainly need to be fed. Here is your starter for ten:

What alcoholic beverage is known to unleash torrents of sadness in those who imbibe it to excess and is known by exactly the same term in societies that don’t drink as the totem linked with it is seen as an evil presence that is hard to shift once connected and is, simply put, demonic?

Till we meet again

Everything in Your Life Is There for a Reason

Take a moment and think about someone who irritates you or generates an intense emotion upon recollection. Push the pen and note down their attributes, what they rep and whatever else floats into your awareness. Create a decent list then look through it for Patterns or common states of resonance and gather them together like a Top Ten. Take a good look at it. This is you. Maybe not now but at some point you have or will exhibit these things.

Hoo! How do ya like those lemons?

Want to make it even more intense? They may not even be from this spin as they could be remnants of old lives or ones yet to manifest. One thing you must comprehend, my friend, is that if you look down at this realm from the Fifth Dimension what you see is static and fixed which makes the entire premise of free will quite ridiculous. What does happen, however, is you have various points where you can shift from one track to the next because your life is pretty much scripted as anyone who read a Choose Your Own Adventure book, back when, may also have intuited. There are ways and means of proving this that we’ll examine at depth as we progress and its from that I share this as a condensed hint on how to navigate the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits.

I highly doubt that anyone meets anyone of large significance that they didn’t have a previous resonance with. These things, like standing waves, are built via interference and thus the outcomes can be quite intense. In many respects the whole “Do unto others” makes a load of sense because, from one life to the next, we rack up a series of credits and debts that, along with desires and attachment, keep us pinned to the wheel of time from one spin to a fresh set of threads woven around your awareness whilst your mother is pregnant. I can prove this.

Have you ever moved away from a place you were born and raised and then met new friends? Did you ever notice the points of resonance in which they may have similar names, traits, skills or general vibrations to those you knew well? Those are a larger manifestation of the Patterns that run the sketch and its a truly powerful hint that you, my friend, are the only playa in the Game interacting with figments of your imagination. I mean, if you’re reading these texts and comprehend what I’ve said then one may ponder what our link is and reason for connection via this medium even though the net has changed a lot of this as its still a poor imitation of real relationships.

As you browse your memory banks and noticed things you previously missed that really make you think we’ll progress and get back to what I said at the head with the list of badness. In many ways these people are sometimes akin to the boss battles of a Game as they present an immense challenge. It may be worth reading this article about the difference between a fool and wise man when it comes to such things and why forgiveness may just turn that hot coal of rage into a shiny diamond. Now, don’t get it twisted and think I said you should stand there and grin when getting your ass kicked because thats just stupid. What I mean is that, like the list, if you look within you’ll find what the blind spot of the (false) self keeps hidden. Let me give you an example:

Once upon a when I had quite a large circle of friends and associates that I’d later click was actually housing covert cubes that pretend and actually wanted to do me in. Now, I could rage and lament, swear vengeance and such things but I did the flip. I was grateful. Finally I had the proof that I’d long suspected about things being hid from the rest and how this world isn’t what it presents. Not only this but I’d tasted death and lived as well as gaining immense skills and being forced to look within and undo the programming they poured into my head using a mix of sex, drugs and hypnosis. Where on earth could you get such a first class education in the dark forces that run this realm without taking oaths upon your Self and all the baggage this brings? Its impossible because one must sign a blank cheque in order to gain access and after this they own your Soul as you are now part of the show that allows this reality to unfold. Unpacking this that means that I, personally, must have done some grave harm and injustice to all of these people and it as something so big that when they hit me with the payback, served cold I mention, I almost left this dimension as they perforated many aspects of consciousness and parallel lives to bring this one to an end. And yet, I lived. That means, when flipped, that the scales were balanced as I too must have presented something of immense value in each and every one of them in order to make this happen.

The youniverse is mental and the Game is mechanical in the sense that if you do that and that and this you’ll get the same results as the next man – even if you don’t innerstand the underlying principles. Let me give you an example:

Buddha gained enlightenment then left the steps he took to ascend much like you can give a pro chef and rank amateur an egg and tell them both to make an omelette. What comes out the other end may have nothing in common as one brings an immense weight of talent and skill that, in this example, were racked up in previous incarnations. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be done as you I spoke on a man most thought was a talentless bum who found his calling in Tibet after getting initiated into a secret sect that said:

“Welcome back, old friend. We have been waiting for your presence to grace us again”.

Imagine if this stoner rocker had not got into his head that he needed to try the temple hash of legend and a seemingly random string of events led to him shaving his dome and finding something else that he didn’t even know he was seeking. I thought about that one for ages when it kicked as I’d already suspected something was amiss, even as a jit, and blips like this just upped my resonance to check the details most miss. A more mundane example of enlightenment is the example of a girl that I met that could cook a dish that was ten out of ten and so perfect you’d think a Brown grandma made it with intense care and devotion. And yet anything else was totally off limits as she was totally ignorant of the culture and what it repped. It turned out she had a boyfriend, back when, and it was his favorite dish so she learned it to please him. Now, if you know anything about old school chefs its that they are ferocious when it comes to guarding the secrets of what makes them the best but here she was so glad of her seeds “white princess” (side note: There is nothing quite a racist as an old Indian woman. True said) and wanting to keep him fed with the best that she pulled out all the stops and shared all she possessed. Stop and think:

This girl could not pronounce half of the ingredients nor know what they did and yet she could pick them off a shelf and knew when and how much to place in the pan to generate the desired effect. Magick works just like this. Check out the vid from Grant Morrison in this article where he talks of his adventures getting abducted by aliens and how it really is quite simple to manipulate reality as you wish. I will warn you though that many doors in this realm are only opened from within and once the switch is flicked it can become quite difficult to eject what’s been standing there, signing, “We are hungry please let us in“. In many respects earth is something that many who are here dread and those that ain’t, covet. Ain’t that a trip Anywhen, back on topic:

So, now you have found this list I want you to take it to someone who knows you real well and keeps it super authentic and ask them:

“Have you ever noticed these things in the way I’m acting or my mindset?”.

See what happens. It can be quite enlightening as the second greatest trick the devil ever pulled was making your bad traits invisible. The first, before you ask, is disguising himself as the voice in your head that already made the plebs click off this article as it knew what was coming and it intends to keep what its stolen. I mean, really ponder this because if you didn’t have the voltage, the shine, the resonance to decode what I said and hopefully awaken the Warrior within then why the hell would you be one thousand five hundred words in to some immense run on sentences on this corner of the web where I’m kicking practical metaphysics? Riddle me this? Like the pothead rocker in question who is now, most likely, a true spiritual adept there is a silent signal that calls within. What if he’d never listened and saved a little from the crumbs he’d get to hop on a jet and make that happen? The lamas weren’t going to come and get him now, were they? Food for thought, scrape the dish.

The same can be said of conflict but, in that case, they will travel to come kick your head in as that type of rage has an immense motivation that can transcend time and space. Death as well, it seems. Peep that link for an insight into a real life reincarnation case of a man who’s assassins sealed his fate with a bullet in his head and how he, as a child, got them clinked. Truth, my friend, is stranger than fiction as the latter is created in this realm but when we get beyond such things we’re totally off the grid and anything is possible and decoding these types of things really makes my nervous system tingle as it feels like I’m mainlining the secret truth of the universe and I want everyone to get a hit. You may have just said “No!” to Zammo but I’d be willing to bet that 8% will nod their heads to this as its something you can test and watch how reality remolds itself.

Take that list, the feedback and keep digging. Keep on doing it until you get past the memories, events and such things and land on a feeling. Then feel it. Make peace with it. The guy in the reincarnation case was once a gangster, par excellence, with a violent short temper that manifested in the kid whose Soul he ejected as he forced his way in. Know what he does now? Healing and spiritual practices. Ain’t that interesting? Back to you:

Accept those flaws. Take the bad events that someone dished and end the cycle. Win by taking the lesson from it because one of the most amazing things is how this life will keep on re-presenting the same things over and over and over again until you get it through you thick head you are the only one in this realm and you’re currently serving a life sentence in the flesh to get your balance back to nil as what happens in this dimension can’t make it through the exit at the end. Think of it as neutralizing the emotional charge of an anvil that you didn’t know you were carrying within. That is an advanced practice I’ll share once you’ve done the Knowledge and peeled away a layer of your ignorance as it sure makes life really, really interesting when you up your resonance.

By the way, who broke that lamp in Nineteen Seventy One, eh? Everything in your life happens for a reason. The Warrior clicks this and uses it as grist for the mill and chips away at his ignorance whilst the Slave concocts a story in their head about why they’re so bad and the rest and thus life keeps handing them the same card from a stacked deck until they do the Knowledge and ascend.

Till we meet again

A Real Life Tale of Reincarnation

Life, my friend, has trained you since incep to blend in with the crowd and not raise your head above the parapet in case it gets popped off by the one sniping. This is the reason why so many people are truly miserable but won’t admit it as a) they lack the drive for introspection and b) they are scared of the big questions. Me? I don’t have that problem. The thing is going against the grain can be exhausting, especially as we’re coming up to the shift of an age as we enter a new stage of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits and its in times like this that we spot those who etch their name in the historical record because, eventually, when the crowd catches up to the maverick they reflect:

“He’s right, you know?”.

Tesla was a great example of this and I know these days everyone knows his rep but I remember, back when, as I came across this genius who’d been scrubbed from the record and started reading up on him when no one around could offer a satisfactory def of what electricity actually is. Same with atoms, really, but thats another topic. In my mind I was like “What the F? Why didn’t they just listen to what he said and cut a cheque to let him imperiment?“. Yeah, I was young and naive at the time because I believed that everyone craved progress like I did. It would soon click that things are drip fed to the masses who sit on their collective asses, accepting a predictable narrative. As this quote attests there are other forces at the helm that only a few bump up against:

Isn’t it strange we live in times where art is a lie that tells the truth and yet so few see what is there to view, directly in front of them, as they don’t comprehend that “life” itself is a stage managed performance. Frogs in the kitchen, meet your chef. Unlike the flick Tesla died broke and some say, broken, talking to a white pigeon he said shot laser beams out of its eyes to announce its coming death. If that sounds a bit strange I’d like you to consider another unappreciated genius that Witnessed a similar thing:

PKD literally wrote the book on a whole load of futuristic glimpses Hollywood happily streamed to your TV set using the old school tech of VHS as he penned everything from Blade Runner to Total Recall and Minority Report as well as countless others we could mention that I merciless devoured from the fiction section. What is interesting is the man who munched amphetamines like Skittles had a similar laser beam thing in which he was recovering from a tooth operation and in immense pain when a young girl bought his pills and the fish round her neck sent a coherent wave of light into his head that caused him to remember what he’d been made to forget:

The future.

Consider he was pushing the pen in the Sixties and Seventies and then look at the world to which we’re headed and tell me those aren’t the words of a prophet that told the truth as fiction? And yet people still thought he was gone in the head. Much like Van Gogh in that respect who, I previously mentioned, saw the background radiation as the waves he painted that the rest would only discover long after his death using tech.

The courage to stand alone is something that looks great in retrospect for others to ooh and ahh at via distance but can you imagine how it must’ve felt to live it and have your peers class you as insane, strange or simply deranged as they couldn’t comprehend the resonance you were decoding? What if they, in their own way, had transcended the Game that holds billions of Souls in its grip, slipped off the psychosocial treadmill and wandered into on a side quest from which they reported their findings? Doesn’t the fact that this is even possible sound wildly exciting and a challenge worth accepting? Most would move their lips but few would actually be willing to put the work in. I’d be willing to bet that it was the formative imperience of reading about these titans in their own ways that validated my free reign on imaginary things as the Game of Souls hypothesis had a very early genesis as it seemed almost inevitable to my developing senses that graphics would soon tick to a point where life itself was replicated and this brings the question:

“What if it already happened and we’re within it?“.

Granted, this concept didn’t come to me from the abyss but a common thread from the old heads that were functionally illiterate upon coming to the West in search of the land that was promised after giving up the earth they tilled as humble farmers and such things as they often said that life is a four day funfair in which all of our tickets are different length due to the time we stepped in and out. It was a great way to explain the meaning of death to a curious jit and, to them, it was a conceptual framework they’re familiar with as everyone back home takes reincarnation as a fact and there are plenty of tales that proved this to them that would take way too much time to explain. Discovering PKD really made me grin as I thought “Yes, finally! Someone who gets it” and then watched the world unfold, just as he’d predicted. Teslas fate convinced me the Game is rigged and those at the helm don’t want true progress but, much like school, insist the best schlep at the pace of the pleb instead of letting them run free and flip the script which then started making so much sense as to why I refused to bow to any authority outside of Self because I Knew that I was correct and there was something very, very wrong with this realm. Even as time progressed and folks thought I was an eloquent schizophrenic who was fascinated with pixels presented as the real thing I refused to relent because sometimes (less than one out of ten) would nod their head and say:

“Yes, I comprehend. Have you ever wondered this at length” as they laced me with some Game as part of the each one, teach one flex.

What if these geniuses from back when were on their own personal trip that was far off the beaten track and offered immense hints about this Game we’re all playing using our Souls as credits and the intent at the helm? Methinks it is and after my brush with death this was no longer a guess as I’d tasted the cake that was promised and it really was quite delicious to, once again, be pure consciousness. Do you know what anamnesis means? Its a loss of forgetfulness aka overriding the baby brain and its mindwipe effect upon which you etched the trials and tribulations of this life sentence then point at them and say:

“They are me. I am that!” as you grin like a cat that got the cream. I detailed, elsewhen, a run in with a cartoon which said a nonsense word to rhythm and as I watched the tube of my broken down TV in our living room I felt a sensation sear within that was quite close to what PKD said. Decades later I’d recollect the life it mentioned as I was a sacred prostitute in a time ancient and what a tale that is where they used sex linked to spirit to sell the divine feminine in order to keep the shekels rolling in as the goddess met a death and an angry white man in a cloud, yelling, became the defacto image of a god for the people tuned in to the regularly broadcast signal. If you could, would you like to recollect your past lives? Think about this for a while and then see if you hear this on FM because I’d like you to imagine a bookshelf of your old incarnations. Each volume, which may be slim or thick, is packed from end to end with the life you just lived. You may have been a butcher, a baker or a candlestick maker as well as a thug, a saint or a promising Soul dumped in an early grave who swore vengeance and came back to this realm with a mission etched in his chest that he placed above all else.

How different would your life be with this gnosis? This deep, felt sense that can’t be denied as you Know, with a capital K, that its true said as it swims with a familiar newness into your consciousness which was well adjusted to a life in the Valley of the Plebs. These type of things are quite common with those of a mystic bent as well as children who have often said they recollect their other parents and then went on to furnish details that were beyond them. Let me lace you with an example:

The year was Nineteen Eighty Three. Suresh Varma was a well respected businessman making his way home after a hard days night of working like a dog. He pulled in and hit the horn to let his family know the sketch and how he was back in this bish. Instead of his wife and kids rushing to greet him he met a couple of assailants who put two in his head and left him for dead. The end.

Or was it?

A kid is born to some poor parents in a dusty village some distance. His parents name him Toran but everyone called him Titu Singh. A couple of years in to this life sentence he started complaining, loud, to anyone who will listen:

“This isn’t my house. You aren’t my parents. My name isn’t Titu but Suresh. I have a wife and kids. I must see them, this instant” he insisted.

Tell me, my friend, what would you do in this situation? Write it off as a childs vivid imagination or actually pay attention to what was said and investigate the process? The boy continues and mocks his parents for their poor lifestyle and torn threads:

“I am rich, powerful and successful. I have more money than I can spend. How can you stand to live in this mess?”.

They thought he’d get over it but, two years later, he insisted his father take him to Agra which is where Suresh lived. “Maybe one day” he said, even though he had no intent of taking the trip. As luck would have it, however, he did head that way but didn’t mention it to the kid as he was busy with other things. Upon discovering this the boy was enraged and smashed what little they possessed in a display of violence. His elder brother attempted to reason with him and actually sat down and listened as he told him he sold radios and electronics, the location and the rest. Noting this he set off on the trek and found the place, exactly as his younger sibling had said. Inside there was a widow, working, and after some small talk he found she’d had a husband called Suresh who, a few years ago, was shot dead.

She could not believe what she was hearing and after reflecting on this she went to the village he said he’d left. The moment she pulled in Titu came running and yelled:

“Where the hell is my Fiat? Why are you driving this tiny thing?”.

Once again, entirely accurate, as this is the whip he pushed the night he met his death. They sat and talked, he asked about his kids and how life was and the rest of these things. Can you imagine this happening? Does this sound like fiction? Something fake from a land, far distant? Well, it isn’t. Here is Titu aka Suresh:

Pretty amazing, yes? Well, this kid went back to his home village and, being a smooth criminal, told his wife where he’d hid some bills and when they went to dig the gold was buried exactly where he’d said. The character traits from one life to the next were near identical as Suresh was known to be violent and gave not a single F on how he buttered his bread – straight or underworld – hence why his life ended like it did. Run it back and recollect that the kid smashed up his parents apartment and shattered what little they possessed at his new father daring to take the trip to his home village without bringing him and draw your own conclusions as we take it to another level:

Can you imagine coming back from the dead to get the one who bought your life to an end as you stand, as a child, in court as witness to such things? He told the judge how he was shot in the right side of his head and how it was someone he knew well. Adding into this was the fact he sported a birthmark, in this incarnation, exactly where the bullet went in to bring his last life to an end. Truth is stranger than fiction, yes? Have you ever wondered why this wasn’t broadcast from end to end and why you never heard of this until you read this text? That, my friend, is due to the hidden hand aka the Slave/Masters doing their thing with a bit of divided conquering mixed in with bread and circuses as the West thinks reincarnation is ridiculous whereas the East provides ample evidence for those willing to check and Know the Ledge.

The court accepted the evidence and clinked his killers because he said he died, came back again and wanted vengeance for what they did. Like all good plots, however, there was a twist. Titu was born a year before Suresh met his end. Make that make sense. Well, here’s what I think:

After getting capped Suresh couldn’t believe he was dead as he had a lot to live and thus refused to relent his grip on this realm. Rolling about for a bit wondering why no one would talk to him he came across the kid and stepped in. The rest played out as he said because the Soul wasn’t sent back for recycling and thus the imprints and recollections were still fresh and thus he took over a role by way of resonance because the brain doesn’t create consciousness, it conducts it, as this case proves well. He overlaid the boys spirit and used this vehicle made of flesh in order to interact with this realm and have his vengeance. All of this is entirely coherent with the Game of Souls perspective which says just this hence the Earthday Suit perspective plus I’d also had previous conversations with one who worked on Hollywood back sets and termed them “hat racks” who were null and void before acting and something stepped in to deliver a performance that made your hair stand on end.

Like I said, real life is stranger than any fiction but most are so well adjusted to such immense sickness that they dare not question that voice in their head they Thunk is them whilst missing the link that they must be what listens and this opens up another tin of worms because one can’t help but wondering why schizos don’t fall for optical illusions and such things but, anyway, thats a real life tale of reincarnation for you to think about at length because, to me, these types of things are most interesting as I recall a few bits and pieces of old spins hence the get free or thrive trying mindset because if you live, die and come back again with a mindwipe thrown in then what is said of the intent at the helm of this Game we all play using our Souls as credits? All of those books sit upon a shelf in your library of Self and the current incarnation you’re living is based on chapters and verses that were lifted, wholesale, from previous trips that are then sliced back together into a new narrative hence you’ve never met a stranger as I’m quite certain we reincarnate in groups and pass off old credits and debts along with various other things as it makes a whole load of sense as to why my life is how it is and why I’ve said, my friend, that a fool sees enemies where a Warrior meets teachers instead.

Till we meet again

Do You Feel Lucky, Punk?

Imagine one day you’re feeling lucky so off to the casino you head. Upon strolling into the premises you are told there are bonus chips to be claimed as you happened to be in at the right time and place. “Great” you think “This is better than expected”. You place bets here and there, going purely off intuition and the money just keeps rolling in and pretty soon you’re the center of attention. “This is fantastic” you think “I’m rich and I’ve barely done anything. In forty five minutes I’ve dramatically multiplied my wealth. I’m so glad I stepped in”.

With a grin you decide to cash out whilst you’re ahead and take the chips to the front desk and tell the lady waiting “Give yourself a healthy tip, I’m retiring for the evening”. She looks and says “But Sir, didn’t you notice the fine print? By accepting the free chips you forfeit the rights to any winnings as you are playing with house money and its all part of a promotion to sucker more people in”.

Your face falls. The walls come tumbling down. You’d already spent your winnings in your head and you feel the rage building. “Now wait just a minute I didn’t agree to any of this. Your colleague said they were bonus chips. Bonus. She didn’t mention any strings attached now give me my winnings”.

The cashier remains placid as she’s dealt with these type of things, time and again. People forget the nature of the business is illusion and they’re selling the image anyone can win when in reality the house never takes any losses. Only the clients. “No Sir, see by accepting what was offered we have a stake multiplier that states you must…”. “Look, I don’t want to hear any of this” you interrupt, feeling frustrated. “I did my bit, I was super lucky today and I knew I’d win. I did. The pile of chips proves this now give me my money or I’ll leave a bad review telling everyone how much of a rip off this all is“.

“I’m sxrry you feel that way, Sir. Would you like a complimentary pen to remember you visit with? Thank you for calling. We hope to see you again!” she says, flashing a chirpy grin.

Outside you’re enraged about how unfair it all is. “How could they do this? It all would’ve been cool if I hadn’t taken those darn free chips. They didn’t make a difference anyway. I was the one placing the bets. I was the one taking the risks. I deserve to win!”. The recriminations are endless and you spend a while venting and then decide you’re not going to take this lying down and wish to speak to the management.

You walk through the door and are swiftly disarmed by the charms of an attractive person radiating affection who says “Oh, congratulations! You’re in the right place at the right moment and you’ve been selected to receive some free chips” and once again you go through exactly the same motions with exactly the same results and outcome.

What gives?

Instead of a casino imagine its life on Earth and these free chips that come with pernicious strings attached? Why they’re you’re egoic construct of a (false) self. I’m sure the rest is starting to click but lets walk through it because you’ve already lived, died and then came back and did it again. And again. And again. And again. And will continue you to do so until you comprehend what I’m saying:

When you’re playing with house money there is an extra air of confidence as you’ve got nothing invested in what you’re staking so you’ll be a bit more reckless. Hold where you’d fold and double down when you’d go home. The problem is these initial wins are orchestrated to make it seem effortless for those who are watching and playing with real chips. Its all a great part of the hustle and you just got stiffed for not checking the terms and conditions.

Why didn’t you do this?

Simple. You were still a child my friend.

See the (false) self starts developing initially between the ages of four to six and is strengthened by your parents, teachers and figures of guidance who are already under its influence as they too are playing with house chips and will only realize the scheme when the Game ends and they breathe their last and attempt to cash in their winnings.

“Oh, I’m sxrry. That wasn’t you playing. That was the mask you were wearing that looks exceedingly similar but isn’t“.

Is it starting to click yet? The nature of this dangerous deception and pernicious ways in which this Game is rigged?

You can wear many kinds of masks in this realm, which is ironic because the true playa is entirely faceless hence the Witness. The trick is to realize this because then the tables turn quick and you can become exceedingly dangerous.

Why?

Because you can stand there and ask “Did everyone accept the free chips when they walked in?” and they’ll all nod their heads in agreement. “Did anyone think it was a bit odd that we all happened to win, whatever they said we did and how the initial few bets were always good spins which doubled up our investment real quick?”. “Yeah, actually now that I come to think about it that is suspicious” one says as another starts grumbling his table is getting cold because this moron is mumbling and all he wants to do is get back to gambling but in a few overly oxygenated heads a light is starting to flicker in the midst of the engineered darkness and they start questioning the entire narrative.

This is the last thing the pit boss with the horns on his head wants to happen because that means his trickery is slacking and that is not good for biz because without customers to stiff he’s sitting in the middle of the desert without a pot in which to whizz or anyone to Witness it being jettisoned. Quite a lonely existence. Maybe now you’re starting to get why there is an Earth at all as well as hints about the nature of the deception.

Thing is for 8% of them in there that catch your drift the other 81% couldn’t care less because they’re fully invested in the illusion of the delusion thanks to the resonant confusion of everyone else doing the same thing. To ensure the fable sticks 11% of those walking around are actually paid staff who are mimicking the role of tourists and thus blend right in with the rest of the morons who don’t suspect a thing.

There’s one born every minute and this Game of Souls ushers them in via the concentration camp wing of its System where it saturates their nascent existence with various thoughts, deeds and concept that are designed to ensure they never suspect a thing. The free chips are often laid on thick with lots of approval and “Well done!” type encouragement so that you run home to your parents who dole out their own form, based on their own indoctrination and when your children are born you’ll do the same thing.

Its a scam so old and so immense that none truly see it because when it seems like you’re winning who thinks of losing?

Now, imagine a man does this and instead of walking out the exit into the reincarnational spin of a different sperm meeting the same egg and being entranced quick with the allure of free chips as proffered by the System he refuses to accept? What happens next? Suddenly its all eyes on him as phones ring and senior members are alerted. “Complimentary drink, Sir? Its the finest champagne as we feel you’re worth it” she says looking sultry and seductive. Many lives he fell at this hurdle till he braced his will, gathered his resources and realized the offers would get stronger and stronger the further he walked in. “We really appreciate your custom and have furnished you with a suite this time” the pit boss says with a grin as he jangles the keys to the palatial residence on the premises where the high rollers get to kick it.

“Nope, not interested thanks” says he walking through, on a mission, but playing a different Game which is all together more dangerous as it goes against the grain of the establishment and those who hide hard eyes behind soft grins and aren’t strangers to digging holes in the desert to dispose of problems.

How does this story end?

Who knows.

We’re making it up as we progress and this is where we are, right now, here. At this very moment because it all is exactly as I’ve said and thus I’m seen as a major threat because I remind you of the things you were made to forget as you dwell within the fleshy shell you mistake for a Self as the egoic voice in your head tells you to keep on spinning and stacking those chips as you’re winning big when in reality you’re losing the only thing you came with and Self same thing that is required to twist to the lock of the exit and get out of this realm when the opportunity presents:

Your awareness.

The Witness.

That thing that sits behind your eyes in silence because it is itself an aspect of the Psylense which is the basis and antithesis of the noiZ that created all of this out of nothing with the sole intent of profiting from your ignorance.

You don’t have to believe any of this but its exactly how it is and now you’ve experienced this missive you’ll remember these words at the end and just before you’re tricked for another spin and do it all again because I’ve had enough of walking out and coming back in to spark the recollection of magnificence in my people and have decided to make this my last visit so might as well go all out with it and place the single, solitary chip that I own in this realm and bet on my Self with my Self in order to win the ultimate win.

In many ways its like challenging the Devil to play Russian Roulette with five in the barrel as this is his playground. This is his realm and I’ve been back and forth so often that I’m starting to see his tricks and realizing the nature of the Victim and Opponent because, through his lens, the latter thinks the former (ie the voice in your head, the concepts you accepted, the constant programming and general lack of introspection) is his best friend and accurately tells it how it is when in reality you’re gambling with fake chips, just like everyone else, in a Game heavily rigged and exceedingly deceptive in which there are also stooges carefully inserted among the willfully ignorant to make it all seem convincing. Just in case you start thinking and see through the glamor and glitz and down to the real mob and their business for the spiritual wickedness is highly placed, thats for certain.

After all it made the Earth and flesh you’re wearing as well as every single thing you think you know about anything from your point of origin, true nature and whats beyond the exit as these are the imaginary chips you’re jingling and fantasizing of spending but that day will never come because all of this realm can’t leave due to the terms and conditions which is why you were warned to be in and not of by one who came previously and flipped the tables.

Til we meet again