A while ago a man did an experiment. He took a single celled organism and watched it do what it does. Do you know what that was? Dancing. Expansion, contraction, moving to a rhythm. The natural desire of life is to unfold into its environment but it does so in increments and this testing of boundaries creates a feedback loop of enlargement, regression and in continuance with each new level being the base from which the next springs. It really is quite beautiful and seeing as we’re in a fractal its extremely easy to extrapolate to all living things as they all follow the same intrinsic pattern. Children illustrate this best but then, around six years in, something happens. Actually, the roots of it were laid well before then and we’re Witnessing the presence of the weeds choking out the edenic bliss of Inner Sense. After that its all about folding in because we get to know this Devil, real well. So well, in fact, that we start to believe we’re it and woe betide anyone who dares suggest this is a state of hypnosis and one of the greatest confidence tricks the world has ever seen as it replies with one voice but 8 billion lips ergo the level of noiZ is immense… Folding in versus opening out. Back to the experiment:
Just for fun the scientist started poking and prodding at the amoeba on the reg. Can you guess what happened? Yep, it was stressed. It tentatively checked one or two more times and then decided “This is a hostile environment” and resigned itself to second best. This is, in effect, a Slaves life.
How does one overcome this rather pernicious state of programming that is par for the course on this level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits? Simple. By having fun with it. Next time that voice in your head is whining, stressing, yelling or generally engaging in theatrical deception as a psychospiritual ventriloquist I want you to take the statement and rephrase it as a question and then pretend its the child you talking. Imagine an age, dream up a situation that seems to fit and let that old and wasted muscle of imagination get to pumping. For example:
“Nobody likes you. Keep your mouth shut” becomes:
“Who likes me? When have I been praised for speaking up?” and then list the examples.
Simple as that, the trance is broken. Hooray! The wicked old witch is dead. Well, not yet, she’s just resting because she’ll be back with a vengeance as she needs to be fed by Adulterating your consciousness and its done by poking and prodding at the tenderness that, once upon a when, started contracting more than expanding. Basically you have to become your own parent and offer that advice, the hug, the encouragement you didn’t get as the wounded womb hurts the seeds its births out of ignorance. This tip is so immense and sensitive that it usually gets a great many women up in their feelings. Funny how the truth has a tendency of doing this, isn’t it?
The saddest thing about life isn’t death. Its what meets its end whilst you’re still in the flesh and how few heed the call to adventure to rescue the child within and bring them and their abundant resources into the present moment. Its why when I ask:
“Would you rather be rich or fearless?” most pick the ends till they stop and think about it and it becomes Self evident that if they didn’t have the brakes jammed on so well they’d be super creative and make way more of worth via imagination and the confidence it brings when you know you’re the best thing since sliced bread and able to prove it. Its a familiar newness. Many drugs attempt to approximate bits of it. The lack of this sensation is the worst kept secret of the wealthy and why its so common to see spirals into addictions, perversions and problems as they now have the budget to pretend they are fully expanded but, deep down within, the kink in the hose pipe of their consciousness is still stuck and suffering due to the poking and prodding life presented. That is why some of the strongest people in this realm have nothing you could point at as accolades or even skills but that is because you don’t see beneath the surface as it takes a heck of lot to have been abused, neglected and rejected on the reg but still carry a spirit of nurturing compassion that is generous and done for the image making but because you truly wish to protect and help those who know the shadows depth. On the flip a lot of people have these personalities imprinted into them as an overlay of consciousness which is actually akin to viral replication which opens up a whole nother cascade of thinking about what floats above man as the true apex predator of this realm aka the Slave/Master effect.
Much like everything there are ways and schemes just like most have hopes and dreams and what I mean by this is some voluntarily fold in. Its actually the basis of all true meditation and this skill has been lost in the ages and now is a field filled with navel gazing obfuscation that delivers nought of the original intent hence why I prefer the term Journey instead as each time a Warrior delves into Self they bring back something to up their resonance. An excellent boxing coach laid the groundwork for this as the role of a pugilist is the ultimate moving meditation as when you are in that zone of the flow state it becomes obvious that the art of elusive aggression is that of hitting without getting clipped and this brings an immense buzz that must be felt and imperienced to comprehend. He said:
“We are stealing apples. Your Opponent keeps them on his face, chin, ribs and anywhere else you can hit. Remember, you can’t eat until you bring it in and we are stingy so we want to ensure we starve him whilst we’re well fed“.
Rhythmic poetry that hammered the point home, real well, that hands should always, always, always rest in a guard position (folding in) until it comes time to uninhibited expansion (opening out) at a point when its least expected as this generates the most dramatic effect as a fighter must be exciting and confident. Two traits, once again, that every single child has in abundance. In many respects most peoples lives were a sixth round knockout and they give up the ghost and spend the rest going through the motions with no emotion as the Soul has been drained out of them. Call it how you wish, can you deny what I’ve said? Better yet, can you actually admit it? Even to your Self? In private? If so then congratulations. You may just have a Warrior within that you can quickly awaken by recollecting the state of opening out as another interesting hint is that fear is actually a street sign on the way to power and not time to call it quits.
Once you start mastering your energetics life becomes very, very interesting because you comprehend exactly how much of a mind Game this is as you up your res and what comes next means you’ll either lose your mind or get your vibe right because, in the end, they’re one and the same thing. Lets pretend we have two amoebas. One has been poked and prodded since he was born, the other has done as he wished in an environment that was encouraging. Both are “living” in the technical sense but I’m sure everyone would agree that one actually exists and there is a world of difference, yes? Imagine if we could upload the past of the opening out one to the folding in version. Do you think it would ever, voluntarily, go back to its old way of doing things or would it take to the familiar newness of a state it secretly missed since it dimmed like water and fish as it gets its groove back and starts moving with a pimp step, slick talk and lust for life that is most libidinous.
Freud, as well as being wrecked off his tits on that sniff, was actually correct about his basic premise as life is all about sex and thats why its used to sell everything but the act itself is pure power, manifested, as it contains the potential to encase another Soul in flesh and that, if you truly think about it, is an immense trip as you are, quite literally, the closest equivalent to god that infant will know in the flesh and its so easy to mess up the blueprint you etch if you haven’t done the Knowledge as you’ll fall back to your training which, ten times out of ten, came from parents Adulterated aka amoeba poked with a stick, back when, who hated it and yelled:
“When I grow up I’ll never be like them” at the sheer unfairness but ended up doing exactly the same thing. Its often why your uncle is so much cooler than your father and why the boy who wasn’t embraced by the tribe when growing will burn the village to feel its warmth instead. This loops back in to what I mentioned about those who have endured abuse, most horrific, as some use the help as a coping mech, others as a lure for fresh victims under the guise of assistance but a tiny, tiny percent used those cracks to release the ghost in the shell and this leads back to those who voluntarily fold in and come face to faceless with their true essence and, in many respects, its only here that the Game truly begins as one starts to comprehend the inherent nature of the illusion in which dreams are for sale to a people, sleepwalking.
Imagine if that life sentence read:
“Comprehend the inherent nature of the illusion in which dreams are five sale three a people, sleepwalking”.
Ain’t that new frame of reference? Better yet, instead of strolling around in a weak daze awaiting getting weakened what if five rays were a “Strength” and those two of relief and celebration were when you were “Strengthened”? Lets keep lacing because lets pretend that you knew what do with your waist and thus no longer wasted the gift you were presented with… Its so Devilish, friends.
Thing is folding in is akin to Self Destruction and feeling a little something is better than the total numbness to which you’ve became accustomed. Its only when one does the flip that the previous coping mech is rendered visible. This is the each one, teach one principle because if you ever meet someone who keeps its really real and tells you when you’re Fing up and you don’t catch feelings but actually listen and implement then you are on the fast track to success. That spell always makes me laugh as it does exactly what it says on the tin when it comes to winning in the standard mode of thinking:
Consume poop. Get it? Suck, cess. Suddenly the concept of “brown nosing” makes a load more sense as well as why the most incompetent people are promoted along with the general nature of nepotism and the old boy network in which true skills must take a distant pedestal to playing the Game. I don’t know about you but I simply can’t do that. Patrice O’Neal is a great example of a modern philosopher slash opposite of tap dancer. Now even he will admit he tried them shoes on but they didn’t fit and then he just let rip and opened out wherever he could get some airtime and this is what made him an immortal legend in his death as his wisdom is timeless, unfiltered and very entertaining. Imagine if they’d cut a cheque – would that have happened or would he have been forced to reign it in and sing the secret corporate narrative in which certain things can and others can’t be mentioned otherwise there will be repercussions. If you’re ever wondering why a struggling artist hit a lick and then lost that indefinable “it” you’ve just came across the reason. Especially if they keep getting pushed along with a media blitz promising another classic as the bought and paid for pundits read scripts in order to influence the rest. This really is the most subtle type of amoeba experiment and its totally invisible to most but obvious to a few as we live in an era of false social proof and carefully curated images that often have little to do with reality but no one dares admit the Emperor is undressed as the grift is so immense that they’d rather believe the hype than their lying eyes. Just like people driving of a cliff, back when, because the GPS said.
Welcome to the realm where the inmates, long ago, took over the asylum and should one fly over the cuckoos nest and wind up Knowing the Ledge they’ll either be co-opted, threatened and possibly killed mentally, physically or spiritually as that serves a dual purpose of keeping the rest in check and running the treadmill with no questions asked as they want in and the rewards it brings. Plenty of your faves have gave up their rear ends and this isn’t to cast aspersions or couch what I’m saying as something else because there are others who step in and have their Inner Sense stolen via a process of spiritual theft that is most insidious as this allows a vampiric type of control mixed in with an energetic leeching that paves the way for coping mechs and addictions can then be exploited for further leverage. There truly is no depth to which the clique won’t sink to get one over on anyone they see as a threat but, just like ice, there is a limit beyond which they can’t sink as its the lowest vibration you can get. In that example the amoeba is akin to a brick and they take these dead, lifeless aspects and stack them up to a create a macabre spectacle which is a corpse party, par excellence aka the old zombie effect in which something has been hollowed out from within and is little more than a meat puppet. “Hat racks” as a friend of mine in the biz used to call them. Some things in reality are stranger than fiction but the amazing thing about lies accepted as fact, without checking, is that one requires deception to slip in a truth without the detectors flapping hence why doing the Knowledge is essential as some things can’t be said direct but must be impressed in bits and pieces so you can weave your own narrative in this adventure you create via the level of introspection you’re willing to apply to the shadows depth.
I’m going to share a most simple method of shaking your BS down to the ground and getting to the bare metal of what is. How to hack your human nature, in a nutshell. Ready to commence?
Why?
Or:
Why not?
Thats it. Grab a pad and pen. Write down a few areas where you are stuck on not making the progress you wish and then keep on hitting your (false) self with the why or why not? Example:
Its easier to blame other people and I’ve never stopped to introspect till you set me this stupid challenge and now I can’t pretend to ignore what I was fully aware of all along.
Why not?
It doesn’t work any more. You can only pretend to be ignorant until you swell the balloon of wisdom with a breath in. After that expansion it never returns again to its previous limit and you’re forced to admit you get back what you put in and the rest is a load of crap you use to feel better about yourself. Thanks, now I’m depressed.
Why?
Because it feels like pushing a rock up a hill whilst rollerskating. There is a deep sense of sadness within.
Why?
Because its just “Why? Why? Why?” that never ends. Give it a rest. I don’t care.
Why?
Oh for Fs sake. Listen, this is getting irritating. I have half a mind to quit.
Why not?
Because I can’t unthink this now, can I? Look at what I’ve said. There is plenty of food for thought there to examine because its becoming obvious I’m the problem and I really, really didn’t want to admit this as its easier to blame the rich when I secretly want to be like one of them but spend most of my time karma farming on Reddit as those upvotes keep the dopamine flowing and brings meaning to my existence.
Because I hate my life, the person I’ve become, the opportunities I’ve wasted and the fact that I spend my time lying to myself about the realness that you’re forcing me to face and I don’t like you made me do this because I signed up to feel better, not worse, and your latest mind Game is driving me insane. At least dicelife was fun. This one just made me miserable.
Why?
I’m not playing any more. I don’t care what you say. I’m not replying.
Why not?
And there we have it. The root cause of his problem was the fact that he was miserable and everything else in his life was designed to hide this fact. Suddenly, on reviewing the session, he had innumerable vectors of attack to use against his (false) self that was currently at the helm and it was much better then echo chambering the “Eat the rich! Down with capitalism!” mindset on his favorite sub Reddits as he saw he secretly coveted the life they lived but was too caught up in coping mechs to do anything productive. From this session you could pick, lets say:
“My mother said I reminded her of my father and he was a deadbeat that left”.
And drill into this to further smash the fragments with another line of reasoning until you get down to the underlying feeling and then just feel it. Sit with it. Ask your Self:
“Is it true? Correct? What if I did the opposite?” and start to dream big because a lot of what holds us back is akin to a fully grown elephant that used to wrestle against a peg and chain, back when, and hasn’t realized its own strength. Yet. To meet and greet it one must face their inherited weakness that doth creep into the minds of men who live the life unexamined. As you can guess this can be super powerful hence its strictly for live men, not for fresh men, as you are responsible for your own emotional regulation contrary to what the triggered mob may say as that is, in the end, a tacit admission of weakness that expects another to do what you can’t for Self and its also a litmus test that shows the false one is at the helm as the really real knows the deal but is buried beneath layers of coping mechs.
Basically you are blowing apart the foundations of a life you detest. In this case the guy deleted his Reddit account with a yelp and immense protest even though he’d tracked the time he spent on the web left none spare for other things and was, in the end, totally repetitive and entirely predictable as he kept reciting the same script that didn’t even bring the results he wanted. Instead he hit the bricks and got out of the crib and did real world things which formed genuine connections and not false dopamine hits based on digital emulation. He filled volumes with introspection on what he’d learned from his parents and how much of it was actually valid and what he’d accepted without reality testing before rolling the dice with new options and trying on fresh modes of being for himself. The end result was scraping a lot of previously unexamined pain down to the bone and without the teat to suck that kept it all hidden there was no more room for investment in ignorance. Once you got your list pick what sticks out and frame points that are the opposite. Look for aspects in your life that prove this and are affirming. If not make them happen and reality test the new version of your Self that is more free flowing and rooted in the present moment than stuck with an old OS inside your head that doesn’t deliver the life you wish or suspect you’re capable.
If you keep doing what you did you’ll get more of what you had and thus it takes a radical shift in perspective to change things and this psychological hand grenade really does the trick as long as you’ve got the minerals to live your lyrics after you see the realness staring back at you in ink. You need to flesh out answers, as illustrated, not be boring and monosyllabic so note your emotions, reactions, tangents, bodily sensations, unfiltered impressions and random recollections as well because we are beginning to plumb the depths of your subconsciousness so expect the unexpected. Also, take note of your dreams as well as this type of chaotic thinking can generate immense night visions that are often dripping with symbolism, suggestions and help on where to introspect next because the truth of the matter is you have a genius within that genuinely wants to help but is generally constrained by the limits of your resonance and the fact that if you keep accepting what it sells it feels no need to switch the menu up a bit as the law of conservation is in full effect.
Did he become a rich, happy success with a stream of women flocking to his bed to entertain him? Of course not. Be realistic, he’d spent a decade on Reddit when most people his age were clubbing. He is, however, a heck of a lot more honest with himself and grounded in the present movement which leads to actual traction versus imitation and this builds a genuine sense of confidence which can only beget better things than circle jerking with the plebs using the latest opiate of the masses to validate your ignorance. Now, this is a real world hack in the authentic sense of the term we used, back when, before it went mainstream and people believed that mushing two pre-manufactured bits together made them elite when its no such thing. It is ugly but effective. Real work takes the kind of grit that most don’t possess, at the moment, and the above can be used in many ways like, for example, like challenging your deepest beliefs and assumptions about the world and how it is or various concepts you’ve invested in and pretty much anything else you can imagine from spicing up your sex life to ceasing the same argument as a couple. One word can be the cause of immense liberation if you are willing to keep digging as you’ll always come to an emotion that, once felt, often has a memory attached via a string that you previously couldn’t recollect but when you did it released a chunk of voltage as it melted some resistance you didn’t know you possessed because thats the hallmark of Adulteration and this is one of the steps on the Path you make by walking in order to awaken the Warrior within.
You’ve heard me mention before about blossoming out or folding in, yes? I’ve also stated how trauma, repetition and symbols are the main sources of manipulation in this realm but lets take a side quest for a moment with some more grist for the mill as we check the resonance of healing, feeling, masking and deceiving.
If what was in your head worked well then your life would reflect and be perfect.
Well, is it? This is the strangest thing about this realm and the people therein as they are so well adjusted to such immense social sickness that to question it is to be seen as outsane which, once examined, really hints that the inmates took over the asylum and normalized their brand of crazy which means that the so called schizo may actually view life with a clear lens which is a very profitable avenue of research for those willing to do the Knowledge. Back on trend:
Grab a pad and pen (or phone app if you insist as its not as effective but better than nothing) and note down your daily thought routines, inner talk, commentary, feelings and the rest then, at night before you get into bed, take a glimpse over it. I know, for most its quite horrifying as they would never, ever treat their best friend like this and yet they beat themselves up in their head on the reg whilst fronting for the rest that life is perfect. See what I mean about straight up nuttiness masquerading for mental health in this realm? I came from a place where dysfunction and coping mechs were par for the course but the interesting thing about broken people is they know whats in their head is a mess and thus are willing to play around with the variables they possess in order to create a better hand from the deck. Those a bit higher up the socioeconomic standard or, interestingly, with a few academic credentials are frequently so rigid that they’ll do anything to keep a distance from this aspect and will often deny it exists whilst simultaneously displaying all the ins and outs as expected. Social media, with its normalized narcissism for the new generation, is full of this as everyone wants to shine but are allergic to the grind.
Healing and feeling can only happen in one place at one time:
Here and now.
How often are you there, on an average day? Like the businessman who was mentioned in passing that spent his days hopped up on pep pills, caffeine and cigarettes with a bottle of wine downed in his mansion as he sat there rueing the one that got away but was mad reluctant to bring any change to his Game. No matter how much he hated it. I actually do get his drift though as he intuitively sensed that he was under so much inner tension that to move one variable would be like the old Kerplunk thing and might cause him to lose his marbles so best to keep on pushing along the psychosocial treadmill as it allowed him to afford a better class of distractions and the accolades and respect from work was enough to take off the edge and keep him distracted. This is a great case of masking and deceiving because he was, in the end, attempting to fool his Self via this mode of living but it was another guy that came close to his win and then slipped as the donkey wasn’t supposed to eat the carrot tied to his head as that would signal the end of the ass whooping that kept him going. When he did stop and glance within he was reborn as a man who treks jungles and such things which, handily in this modern age, can be monetized as there are plenty watching that covet what you do but refuse to do for Self.
After you’ve got around a months worth of observations start looking for Patterns of thought and then categorize them so you Know what you go to when stressed, depressed or elated then try something else. Better still, feelsee into those states and see which memories and events you recollect and work backwards to an emotion of bodily sensation as you sit with it and breathe. See what happens in your mind and flesh then mediate it with a sense of acceptance and its amazing how many new options can unfold as old blockages start to melt. This is the oft mentioned straight line in Tetris moment and its quite amazing once imperienced as the next logical steps of deduction hint that the Game plays out inside your awareness which loops us back to the absurdity of “being human” as its such a ridiculous premise that I can see why they call coming to Earth the cosmic jape factory because without amnesiac gods that believe they’re something else how else would this five sensory funfair of the flesh function?
Masking and deceiving is really easy because it fits like a second skin. How odd that very few stop to question whats under the callous, yes? They just accept the Pane Body overlaid on their Earthday Suit and keep on half stepping along the psychosocial treadmill that sings “Work, buy, consume, die” from one life to the next. I got ninety nine problems but this ain’t half the one it used to be and I’d be willing to bet that slipping its surly grip is what opened up my awareness to think like this with no chemical assistance or mood alteration as there was a time, back when, that me and my coping mechs were best buds due to the feeling of release they’d bring until it clicked that in between the life I was living and me when I was chilling there was a tiny, quiet slice of the authentic that was being heavily suppressed under the weight of ignorance. The irony was that I thought I knew myself well when, in reality, the best place to keep something hid is the last place you’d go looking for it as its laced with fear and dread.
This is why I can speak on such things as I live my lyrics and what I push the pen on comes from the chest and is based on imperience because, in the end, we’re all here serving out a life sentence. Sure, to some, that may seem like a dim tinted kind of view about wearing the flesh but if you could only comprehend the true nature of the ineffable that exists beyond here you’d regret you ever left. Isn’t that ironic? Souls can’t wait to get here and when they arrive they amuse themselves to death as an attempt to assuage the pain of living a life, inauthentic and unexamined. Wild.
Try rolling a dice. Thats a great way of sensing the true nature of the mask you don’t even realize you’re wearing as it may seem fake at first but when you get used to the live action role play it becomes Self evident what the Bard said about the world being a stage is perfectly accurate but most are entirely ignorant as to who pushed the pen to write their lifes performance…
We are in a weird place at the strangest time and odder still is the fact that so many of you just accept this all without question. In many ways that shows just how effective the System is with its programming and keeping people looking anywhere but within as this realm is filled to the gills with false promises and solutions that never manifest as expected. Like Ozempic. People are walking around looking thin and washed in direct contrast to the “body positive” image pimpery the media sings whilst those that can afford it nip and tuck like hell as the rest filter and edit themselves to death after taking a million pictures and picking the best to present a narrative to the plebs, watching. This, it may surprise you to learn, is the exact process happening inside your head, in a sense, which is why I’ve said most are little more than living hostages that comprehend not the shadows depth. There is a very easy way to prove or disprove this and it involves sticking a roll of paper to your wall and marking a long line with born on one end and ten on the next then filling in the details.
Most people are surprised to realize that decade in the flesh edited down to a sizzle real of around eighteen months plus even those memories may not be accurate and are often fabrications or third person recreations. Tomorrow people, where is your past? This is a deeper topic but you know I like to lace my Warriors with Game because we aren’t trying to get ahead, its all about the heart with its greater wavelength as it Knows (capital K, strikes again!) which is why if I ask you if you are the best or wackest version of your Self on a scale of one to ten you are aware, in an instant, of exactly where you sit.
Well? Now you Know, what are you gonna do about it?
We live in a hyper contracted world. Doesn’t matter what you pick from you, your mind, your life, politics, religion and any of the rest. Its all contracted. Hyper contracted. This is our society. A mess, isn’t it? Best believe it was designed this way as it serves another intent and purpose that we may examine at some point but the interesting this is its only an option. One from many. The rest they don’t tell and most never thinking of seeking and thus your children inherit your Patterns and ways of doing things and on rolls the contraction and all the coping mechs it brings to deny what is obvious. What is this invisible force that is acting upon us from so many angles and aspects? A war that is waged on many fronts and simultaneous and yet is all aimed solely at one target. You. Specifically your awareness, your presence, your Inner Sense.
See, once that internal light can be dimmed then they know they can sell lightbulbs, electric bills and all types of inventions and things that are designed to approximate what is lacking. I’ve compared this before to those poor third world children whose parents break their legs upon birth so their begging from tourists is more effective. Thats hyper contraction at its finest and don’t think the West is above this because what they do to their own seed is far more pernicious and damaging as they stunt their mental expression. Why? Adulteration. “Be like me” is the vocal command and whats never said out loud is “Even though I don’t like me“.
Dare you step in front of the machine if you had beef with the way it is? How many people do you think would run to the defense of the System that has them in its grip as living hostages? Billions, I’d bet. Easily. Know why? A total lack of Knowledge of Self. For example:
Back pain has very little to do with slipped discs, trapped nerves or muscles spasms. Thats an entire crock and the whole field is corrupt and staffed with people who are either idiots or complicit in the deception. Simple as. Why do I say this? Because of what they’ve ignored and then reject if its pointed out to them. This one area is a perfect example of what I mean by hyper contraction because one of the things that clicked during my near death experience was that my Soul exited via the sacrum with an anti-clockwise spin. Its one of those things I noticed as it happened and thought it was very interesting because the implications were if this process of manifestation was blocked or impeded in any way then the result would be an agglomeration of tension.
Picture it like plumbing. If the pipes are nice and big then the energy is free flowing but if there is a kink or suppression then you have a problem because the pressure will build and meet resistance which manifests as… Yep, you guessed it. Back pain.
All of those impingements you feel from below the neck are actually trapped emotions that you’ve never faced, vented or dealt with. Let them go and what the shift happen. I noticed that when I stopped my practices I felt what can only be described as a crustification. As the term suggests what was once fluid and free started shifting in its resonance and thus it went from totally living to mostly dead in terms of energetic presence, Self awareness and circulation. It ended up like a callous upon the surface and thus I couldn’t access the depths as the only thing I was actually in contact with was totally numbed to protect me from the pain that was under it. That was absolutely fascinating and thus when I got back on the Path I put my mind into the depths of this location and felt a huge yell belt from my lips as my body started automatically flailing and shaking. After there was a huge stream of relief with increased ease and this made it obvious that the root cause of all of our problems in this realm is due to this hyper contraction.
Another interesting facet was that my creative whims and impressions dimmed. This was absolutely amazing because I don’t believe in forcing it nor do I have a clue what I’ll transcribe when I push the pen because its like something glimmers within and I align and capture it. These events can come from the strangest inspirations, random tangents or due to conversations as well as when I’m in the midst of other things. This is because the path at the base of my spine where my Prime awareness pours in is open and unimpeded to its resonance to the chest and head aka the Three Kingdoms bka the bright lights of Eden. When it wasn’t I noticed that as there were things that I’d look at and think “That should be inspiring” and yet nothing was happening. If you’ve never felt this you won’t click what you’re missing because of a life lived in ignorance but if you know, you know and this was the most dramatic shift as I recommenced my practices as the prose was flowing.
We look at a child, sitting at the desk, surrounded by crayons and with a look of intense – yet effortless – concentration on their dish. Maybe their tongue is poking out – this actually focuses the mind very well and shifts activity from the left hemi to right for drawing – as they are in the state I mentioned where inspiration is pouring and they must capture the impression. How many of those Adulterated do you see like this? Often the ones that still can also can’t function in the world as it is and tend to have problems with substances as well as they find themselves bruised and delicate by a world so harsh and unfeeling. Van Gogh was a perfect example of this and only now we have tech does it become obvious that the man was on a whole nother wavelength as his famous swirls and patterns are identical to the cosmic background radiation.
“Why is this?” you may be wondering. Its simple, really. Anyone who is hyper contracted is already in a state of loss that they dare not acknowledge and anything that threatens that status seems like it can only go one way and thus is a thought they can’t bear thinking, even if it brings them back to Inner Sense. The other side effect of this induced state is that the fear to act is great and thus the people become passive, accept what they get and generally become docile thanks to the state of learned helplessness. If you garnish this crappy dish with as much bread and circuses as they can handle via countless distractions, the charade of politics and the illusion of freedom as well as sanctioned texts that promise everything you what elsewhen (if you’ll do whats said, without thinking) but no practical solutions to make life more tolerable in the present moment then you get the world as it stands at the moment. Hyper contracted. In every aspect.
Like I said, there are other options. The Path of Power is one such thing and, for me, its super effective because I practice what I preach when it comes to practical metaphysics ergo getting physical is an immense component of it as the body is but a denser aspect of the mind and when there is coherence then the flow state is evident and one notices that Adulteration is a symptom of being well adjusted to socially sanctioned madness. Ask your Self, would you rather be accepted and miserable or happy and exiled? These are the options because the emotionally deadened who are just going through the motions will gladly prep for your crucifixion if you point this out to them because, and this where the paradox kicks in, they need their symbols of hope to escape the suffering but don’t click that the very agents who handed their ancestors this are the same ones that sprinkled the seeds of Adulteration in their natural state of Inner Sense and thus they propagate their suffering from one generation to the next.
“I’m going to shear the fabric of this realm to see what happens because I heard it was turtles all the way down and want to see for myself”.
Into this rent did so much swim. So much so that it looked like controlled demolition as the pieces strive to make themselves whole and complete. This is the original wound. The fall from grace. Paradise lost. Call it what you may. It doesn’t matter anyway, we’re only imagining. Yay!
Those peering close to the edge fall in and things get real goopy as they’re coalescing. We are Witnessing the formation of planets, and yes in this make believe trip we’ll imbue them with sentience. “Woah!” says the quick witted. “This is totally awesome” as he spins, taking it all in but remaining the closest to the middle. Some are born for strife and conquest whilst others like the best and lavish affection. One is a grouch who has a thing for limits and the other carries his habits of expansion with him into this new experience. The last presents an image to those close to them and keeps another side hidden in the distance. Add into the mix a whole bunch of celebs, stars you’ll call them, who forget what happens to unfinite consciousness when it becomes to curious and dips in resonance.
Suddenly a new world begins. The word itself is a hint because its all based on spirits, whirled into the equation who listen as the architect said:
“We must kill one of you from this realm to descend to the next. The underworld needs inhabitants”.
Earth, when viewed from their lofty vantage, is the longest running reality series one can imagine. With intricate plot lines, clever twists and deceps along with cliff hangers and comedy as well as loads of tenderness and plenty of violence and suffering. “Its the greatest show I’ve ever seen” say those taking in the scene until the quick one says. “Not exactly, its interactive. A Game would be best. A Game of Souls most accurate“.
And thus we are to them as your fabricated characters are on your TV set. Just like you can sit there and binge an entirely carefully curated and presented tale then get back to the business of living the same is happening in other dimensions except we’re unaware we’re within and being moved by strings invisible upon the whims of these solidified chunks of consciousness that beam thoughts into our head as part of a scripted performance.
Isn’t it odd that every schizophrenic ever says the same thing in regards to this? Good job this is just a thought experiment and we’re wandering around inside your consciousness as this premise has no links to any realities, real or imagined, and any similarities are purely coincidental. There, now thats out the way lets get back to the state of play:
Souls come from far and wide to check in because they’re hyping it with trailers as the “Grand Attraction”. “We could tell you what it is but then we’d have to kill you” they said, much to the Souls bemusement as it knows that its gifts are simply echoes of the preexisting and thus eternal and unfinite. But, it doesn’t matter. The pitch is in and thats why a wise man once said as he left via the exit:
“These are the apples that those who eat, regret, and those that don’t do as well”.
You have to hand it to them. They certainly found how to take the lowest level down another notch and it all happens inside your imagination so most don’t suspect a thing. Aside from those pesky mental patients as they have a way to deal with them. The mystics, on the other hand, are more of a problem. “Lets tempt them with Rolls Royces and franchised ashrams” says the quick one. “Great idea” the large one grins as he likes spirituality and opulence. See, its a team effort. Remember, none of this exists. Its purely a concept. A figment of your imagination that neither trespasses against your undoubtedly solid and accurate reflection as it stands because its just a thought experiment. Now, where were we? Oh yes, the TV set:
We watch these perfectly presented slices of fiction presented as glimpses of lives we aren’t living due to the entertainment they bring to our otherwise staid existence which is oh so boring and predictable. Much like the movement of planets in the abyss that traded one type of stasis for another as they sit where they were sent and thus decided to create a hell to reign in as part of their vengeance.
On the other side of the Fifth were the rent was split there is a bunch of pilgrims that constantly move around the rift in snake like symbol that you on Earth call infinite. They do this purely for the benefit of those who venture to close to the edge because the allure of being pulled in is immense and grows bigger and bigger with the more Souls who tip. “Remember the tale of the apple and how those who eat regret as much as those without the experience. Both cancel each other so there is nothing to be gained, nothing to be seen beyond the deceit you’ll make real in order to feel what they said is happening inside your consciousness”.
Some are more intrigued, they dare each other to step and make all kinds of promises. “Look, we’ll do it together and once we’re in we’ll find each other and then we can tell the rest. That way we’ll be the heroes of the script”. Another, looking from a distance is surprised by the Self decep of which they’re capable and then realizes he too is judging and how this must be an invitation to step in to the Game and see via the frame they call human. “Hue man” he says, mainly to himself, “It does make sense because there are many colors in this realm and thus there we shall manifest…. What I wonder?”. Now you know why they call it the “Grand Attraction” because the curiosity sells itself and many can’t wait to be drawn in as they slide down a tree which stands, backwards, and find their consciousness filling the fruit growing which will coalesce into the flesh you’re wearing.
Turtles all the way down in that respect, yes? And by turtles I mean black cubes. Its so hyper-dimensional, friends. Good job its peacock feathers in ascent but thats a whole nother topic hence why it behooves one to disconnect and regain their true resonance…
Let me share something that will make you think and may present a light bulb moment for those currently two stepping in tandem with someone (or something) that appears to be out of sync with them and is currently leading them away from Self actualization. I call this process dancing with the devil and it goes a little something like this:
There are others who feel the budding seeds of altruism, protection, offering guidance or nurturing as well as many other things that are based on the betterment of the collective. For said Souls life is hell but there is a very interesting Pattern that I’ve spotted, time and again. How to tell if you’re dancing with the devil? Simple, you’ll get the sensation of bashing your head against a brick wall that alternates between talking to it and trying to convince it to listen. As we both know that cannot happen but what many don’t click is this is this Opponent, projected. This is the test. Its akin to being gifted a car with a full tank of petrol each day and instead of going off on an adventure where they road may take you sit in your driveway doing wheelspins. The engine is screaming, the tyres smoking and you, you are wasting your resources on something that can never change because the obstacle was designed to trick you into thinking this was your reason for incarnation.
Recognition, disconnection and redirection. It works like this:
The devil, however they manifest, will have immense skills in emotional manipulation. They are often narcissistic and project one image to the world and another in private. Often you can be born into this dynamic or keep attracting said in a relationship. The astute will have clicked why I set off this article saying its the Opponent projected because you are the prime cause of this problem and thus Knowledge of Self is the solution otherwise you’ll be wheelspinning and wrestling with a phantom that simply doesn’t exist. One of the most frequent things people report when they obtain this gnosis is that after a few attempts to get them to reengage these devils just drifted out of their existence with zero resistance. Truly, there is no spoon so why try and bend it?
Spotting it, however, is night on impossible because all of the “Yay! I came here to do X, Y and Z” boxes are ticked by this person but no matter what you attempt the desired outcome will not be forthcoming. Cue a lot of stress, some bad words, choicely expressed, regret, tension and eventual burn out and sense of giving in. Why is this? Simple, this level of the Game is super difficult and for those who step in wishing to shine in the darkness the challenge is ramped up from the moment they incarnate. One of the most interesting dynamics if that of the golden child/black sheep and that is often fostered in an environment of narcissists with an empath in their midst. It often happens in families, schools and places of business. What is most fascinating is how those who attempted to break away out of pure reaction without underlying gnosis or introspection found them in exactly the same situation again. That, in and of itself, offers massive hints about the true level of genius within as well as the nature of sentience and the Game as well but that is another topic.
Once they have the Knowledge then its like a lotus blossoming as they become aware the obstacle is within. In that respect its like being given a high performance vehicle whose speed is limited by placing a block underneath the acceleration pedal. Why is this? To force you to look within before you run off and play superhero in this realm. Bruce Wayne, although fictional, is a great example of this because what we actually have is a damaged and traumatized man that ignores the wealth of resources and contacts at his fingertips that could be used to make a palpable difference to those who need it and instead chooses to don an outfit and vent his feelings on the impoverished criminals of Gotham that are nickle and diming to pay the rent. Make it make sense. Take another look at that outfit, those ears, the darkness and you’ll see what I mean about dancing with the devil.
Its quite clever, in a sense. Its also wildly twisted because those who lack depth in this realm have a hell of good time on this spin and those that sense something is off with the script and truly wish to help often end up drowning in tears of sadness due to the life they’ve lived that seems to bring one test after the next. The key, like everything else, is inside you. If you stop and look at this person you wish to change with a critical lens and find the psycho emotional correlate within then you can sketch a template that says “What does this remind me of?” and free associate. As your mind drifts you may find some strange things popping in as the Rolodex spins and offers its suggestions. If you get nothing then you sit in a chair with a plate by your side and spoon in your grip as you repeat the question whilst waiting to slip into a state of sleepy relaxation. When that happens your muscles will relax, gravity does its thing and you jolt back to consciousness and often find the solution. This is quite a powerful and simple hack for those who draw a blank when trying to see the personal bones under the projected person in front of them.
The obstacle can be not only the solution but also the way for those that comprehend. Sadly, many don’t and live lives of unfulfillment and resentment as they look at the other as the problem when, in reality, its them ergo look within, do the Knowledge and find your solution.
The way I described it to someone is like those scenes you see in a cartoon where they’ll dig a trench, cover it in foliage and put what you want on the other side so that when you step you fall in and thats the entire intent. Increased awareness. See, if you’re pouring your energy into a black hole and feeling drained due to the this its essential you become conscious of how to direct your talents. A whole load of empty shells masquerading as people in this realm that will put on all of the performance of needing help and being willing to listen but, in truth, are only doing it for the attention and manipulation. Not everyone who walks in the flesh is human.
Once you’ve overcome this “at home” challenge then you are far better equipped to handle the realm and get on with it and know with whom to share your talents and whom to greet politely from a distance and keep it moving. Discernment. This experience is akin to recalibrating your internal compass and it also creates a direct link to your subconscious which makes it very hard to get tricked again. Once bitten, twice smothered in garlic…
One of the best things about possessing an abundant state of Inner Sense is that your empathy is immense. So much so that I can flip the script and attempt to make sense of the mindset that goes into those who currently have control of this realm:
The Slave/Masters.
They are, in the end, nothing more or less than agents of an intelligence that extends in resonance beyond the limits of this dimension. I strongly suspect they may be one and the same as Jesus mentioned, back when, as highly placed and spiritually wicked. Thats by the by though because I wanted to try and make sense of why they appear to get a hit from doing bad things as I’ve literally seen them rushing after an altercation, with a bliss filled grin. Like a vampire getting a hit of what he covets as a parasitic and predatory process that personifies death and yet must steal from the living to live. Here’s what I came up with:
I think the Slave/Masters and the grand intent they serve may be the spiritual equivalent of black hat hackers. For those not familiar with the term there are there modes of engagement for those who play in the shadows of the ones and zeros that dominate this realm. White hats are the “good guys” in the sense that they do things like pen testing and security checks for corporate interests and get paid well for the use of their intellect which likes to poke and prod against things for privilege escalation and all types of things not intended to be accessed by end users which is where the difference kicks. Black hats just don’t give an F. They don’t do it for a check but for the sheer buzz of doing it and the props they get from their clique for their accomplishment. I should know because I grew up around this circuit, back when, and it was all about the thrill of making something do what its creator thought wasn’t capable.
If you’d visited my home around early Double Oh you’d have flipped your lid as what people now call streaming services was already present and correct via a jerry rigged set of tech that was repurposed and haxxored to do as I wish as it beamed invisible data all around my crib whilst most were still causing CDs to spin and renting VHS. Those in the scene I stepped in, back when in the previous gen when sixteen bits was immense, were an oddball bunch of misfits and ragtag bunch of social rejects with a little sprinkle of the criminal element and I took to the environment like water and fish as I’d always been keen on tinkering and delving beneath the surface. To the software industry they ravaged they were a scourge sent from hell as they’d often leak their cracked warez onto a BBS before the real release got to retail. For those that don’t know what that acronym means it refers to the deal we had, back when, of what would become the web. Except there were no images, all rendered in text, email took around a day and speeds were generally so slow we often mail traded which led to a whole different type of adventure in the postal service that some people may have hacked by uncovering a glitch that allowed endless reuse of stamps which was quite interesting as posting discs, frequent, can get quite expensive for the average teenage jit.
See, I get the mindset. Its something I knew really well because we didn’t look at is as doing something bad, just because, but due to the challenge it brings. From hacking payphones for free worldwide calls to talk to friends we’d made, digital, and the same on landlines as well as the nascent mobile tech we pimped it was all pretty amazing as this was back when the world was nowhere near digital and most phones still had rotary equipment. A lot of the people I knew went on to work in tech. Some became the white hats in question and cashed in fat cheques whilst others remained in their element and slapped cracktros on anything they Zero-Day to the web. A few were (and are) bliggidy black, blacker than black and, for them, the nascent web was an immense playground without limits in which to do their thing. Like a frontier town, if you will. In casual convos in IRC you’d see people trading links and codes for access along with a great many avenues for exploration as the crowd was a heady mix of all three types of hats. Thats what made me think of this parallel as there was something held with contempt, back when, and that was the script kid.
The script kid doesn’t really have a clue about what he’s doing and couldn’t really care less. He wants the props he craves from his friends for boasting about skills he doesn’t really possess. Lets say one of them wants to gain access to someone mySpace or such thing and wants to do with a little cut and pasting and so he pokes around on the protoweb and finds what he needs to accomplish and feel good about himself as he knows a secret the rest don’t comprehend and he’ll never tell. You could say such minds are the newly initiated dark hats. Many languish on the first step as script kids and gladly go through the motions whilst others find an itch they can’t wait to scratch and dive in to the shady side of the biz.
Out of this, often, step some of the most innovative coders and tech heads you ever could imagine as they were Self taught with a curious intent and thus didn’t know the limits they couldn’t transgress and often bought up the craziest solutions the rest didn’t comprehend until they reality test and say “Thats it. How the hell did you think of it? You mad genius!” as they grin. This is the territory in the mid where blacks become grey as they find a different resonance and wonder about the “pureness” of it all as they ascend to another level. A few shift to white or, better yet, something else instead that generates things not built yet that greatly enhance the Game for the rest but, make no mistakes, darkness is the way in. Some regress, most don’t wish to exit because they like the anonymous strength in numbers thing and talking in codes which the rest don’t get as they can have a double meaning conversation disguised in any topic that the average won’t comprehend.
Case in point, back when, before the net, there were things like the Exchange and Mart in which people plugged in advertised their own type of dark web via their personal ads which read, often, quite innocuous, as they may mention a certain chip, a familiar string or a “Buy list” that said “P-Three” and nothing else. Most skim over these but one who knows the deal would pick up and dial and then the dance begins as he wants to know you ain’t a Fed and you need to be sure he’s got the skills and thus the convo trips in which certain phrases or lingo are sprinkled in order to test the depth of the abyss. After a while it becomes second nature as you can tell, in an instant, who lives what they kick and, most often, you’d always find a common digital link as there were only a few places back then to frequent on the dial up net and some handles were legends. In many ways the dark hats of yore drove the evolution to build what came next as publicly palatable and accessible by the rest as there was a constant yearn for innovation and to one up the rest with a pure show of skills that made the rudimentary tech sing and dance. I mean, this was an era when soundcards were a luxurious excess and someone whipped up a way to emulate one using a series of bits you soldered and stuck to the parallel port which was a huge thrill as you downloaded his schematic, built it, plugged it in and watched what used to beep and boop start to truly sing. Totally exhilarating and thus I can attest to the thrill of black hattery as its a hotbed of innovation and dope skills but those types of Souls are infrequent and rare as most just mooch around waiting for another to crack a PBX or find an exploit they can pimp and such things as well as well as the companionship it brings. Very little in the way of innovation, even less now I guess, as the problem with this info – when it becomes democratic – is the pure sparks of genius and distilled wisdom are heavily diluted into empty ritual or straight up window dressing with very little skill or conscious application needed.
That and the sheer excess of modern tech as there once was a time you needed to balance your X and EMS with the heady Six Forty K that was present and that repped its own challenge as, daily, peeps tried to create a config that was super slim and totally efficient. That kind of tinkering just isn’t needed these days but it was this low level thinking that drove so much innovation, back when, that was truly mind blowing in scope and application as people knew their stuff, outside and in. Of course, there is a dark side to this as when appetites for destruction do congregate the devil finds idle hands for playthings. The flip though, is most interesting, as going head to head with these word slicksters taught me a thing or ten about my consciousness and how they manipulate, no end, via higher dimensional tampering and this lead to the genesis of the steps I call the Path of Power which forms not only an antidote to their shenanigans but, ultimately, is the way to liberation from this realm and thats a pretty great gift, yes? If you can disregard the grift and general pimping of consciousness but that was akin to me creating and placing, upon my own head, a white hat made of the finest illumination as I have a front row seat into what makes the Games heart beat. Well, not so much with them at the helm as there is an abyss of Adulteration that draws in whereas, once upon a when, this was an unfinite fount of Inner Sense but if their intent is to make beasts of men that something must give and that is usually their own concept of Self but thats another topic…
I want you to consider the fact that parasitism is the most popular lifestyle on the planet. It really does speak volumes about the current nature of the realm and what truly kicks, in the end. Some will say “Well, thats just survival of the fittest. Darwin. I-Ching. Adapt and overcome” and, in a way, they’d be correct. But lets differentiate between the physical aspect and the social agents aka the predator class of humanity that the black hats rep. A biological parasite will usually infect the weak, compromised or sick and thus the best for the herd manifests as the healthy ones seed the next gen and thus the strength to counteract this opponent is present. A black hat, on the flip, strikes at a strong and healthy social organism and attacks what underpins in order to create an evolutionary dead end as it literally drains the life out of them. Not good for the tick nor the host, dig? The former variation is the white hat hacker we mentioned as its his business to probe the weakness and bring it to the attention of the administrator of the system so it can be patched in the next revision. On the flip the black hat is a law unto himself and sees his own kind as competition for the resources they covet and hunt into extinction. The only thing they detest more is one who moves against them as then they all take grave offense at the nature of the threat as they tend to move with a single mind collective that is cut and pasted in many individuals. Very little original thinking is available in this configuration as they’ve almost got a hard coded algorithm designed to exploit a weakness for privilege escalation at the expense of who’s hosting.
An interesting side note of this is when you look at our planets currently depleted state, the poisons in the seas, the “genius” idea of landfills and how most people are flabby and sick as they constantly munch pills and meds that generate further ills it appears the grip of these ticks is absolutely immense. All encompassing, if you will, and that is why I suspect there will be a reset of the playing field as these parts have done their bit by tamping down the lowest possible vibration so its on with the next revision but what if they don’t wish to relent? What if the System has gone feral? Better yet, what if they can get man to accept a different kind of dominance that seems like evolution but with them at the helm? What then?
Exit: Humans. Enter: Techo Sapiens.
Lets pretend that electricity is an alien and its theory of evolution went from radio sets to xerox machines and TV sets upto the phone and internet and its next step is to colonize man from within via the allure of what it presents. A different type of cell. A Mind Made Prison, par excellence, with no off switch and a extended life on the shelf for those that submit to the mark the beast is offering. What if we, as a collective, were on the cusp of DNA upgrades being beamed in to the Game in which telepathy, voice at a distance and all kinds of cool things about to sprinkled within our consciousness and the black hats beat them to the punch with a mimic which ensures these seeds fall on a street that will be concreted, quickly, as those not plugged in are left to whittle out a few crumbs from what is left on this bombed out, depleted shell of a planet in which very little is authentic. What then? Lets pretend they ascend again and control the next stage and one after as well until all is left is the pure realm of consciousness in which there are no holy texts as people Know they are the divine resonance dipped into flesh and spend their time contemplating the miracle of existence under a sun that never sets in a world filled to the gills will twilight bliss and free, naked expression of the natural element. The black hats starve and watch, from a distance, as they cannot gain admittance to this aspect as the Souls comprehend there is an immense difference between their innate presence and this interloper in the wings that they once thought was their friend before they gained gnosis of their true resonance. What next?
“Lets make androids of men! Won’t that be a jest?” and offers a little silicon for them to slip between their ears as Siri fits into their iris, as intended.
I’m sure you can tell that for those reading with one life in their mind and seeing not whats in front of them this may sound quite illogical even though there is a part of them that nods its chest and says “He’s right, you know?” in tones, dulcet. So, yes, I can attempt to see the Slave/Masters via a larger lens, one I’d be willing to bet a lot of their own members don’t comprehend in the grand scheme of things but I say that to say this:
Can you take a moment off from busying a hole in the desert to dump me in and consider a higher res for why I am who I am in this spin and my intent and reasoning? After all it may be just as I said and its all part of the process of binary opposites which underpin this realm and that leads us to another topic of why heat has no end but there is a limit to the chill as it marks the end of vibration and renders what was once gas, nebulous, into something totally solid and lifeless as it becomes a mere container of potential that awaits a spark to light it. Kind of like Candleville, in that respect, but thats just another way of saying the same thing, yes?
Don’t you think its interesting that virtually every single native culture on the planet has a concept of an elusive fifth element that underpins everything and is vital to life as we’re made of it? Everyone, that is, apart from the West. See, for white men the concept of the Ether is a ridiculous holdover from a time more primitive and they’re well beyond this as they have microscopes and such things:
And yet these oh so sophisticated people set off genociding every continent and did so with a grin from behind a stiff upper lip. Could there be a link? Methinks there is and its all to do with that Ether – The stuff that makes your Soul glow so…
There was a very interesting experiment I read, once upon a when, where they took a small child and a professional athlete and put him to the test. All he had to do was copy what the kid did, for as long as he did. The last one standing, wins.
What do you think happened?
Yep. He was done way before the boy had even begun stretching his muscles and imagination with new ways to move, skip, shake, roll, leap, yell, sprint, stand perfectly still on one leg then do cartwheels before bouncing on to the next. Know why?
That Ether – The stuff that makes your Soul glow so. See, whilst the man may have been a pro athlete who competes at a high level and ticks all the boxes we think are vital he was still Adulterated. That means he is no longer coherent and is fragmented and thus lacks that spontaneousness and internal energetics that are the trademark of children who illuminate a whole home with their potential in ways that are effortless and totally natural. Haven’t you ever wondered what the hell happens to make a child go from this to being hunched over and shuffling? I did and have, for quite some time, as, back when, I was thunderstruck by the concept that all of these big people in the world I’d manifested in where also, once, children. Only two words came to mind:
“What happened?”.
Indeed, what did? That is the 8 billion Soul question and for a boy not long out of Pampers it had me wondering, at depth, where the hell I’d landed for this incarnation. By the way, did you know how exceedingly common it is for little children to casually mention things like:
“You know, in my other life…” before adding some details and things that are mind blowing in their implications which most parents barely notice and fewer still take the time to acknowledge and develop this resonance in their seed as they are freaked out by what they said. If you could truly see inside a childs mind, that fount of Inner Sense, as they are developing you’d find many natural philosophers in the flesh that needed no educational training to hone their skills as its standard equipment to reality test and push the limits. For each word they express there are ten pictures within and if they are worth a thousand I’ll let you guess the depth of the unfinite from which this all springs… Back to the Ether:
The Chinese call it Qi, Native Americans said “The Great Spirit sustains all men” and the Indians refer to it as Prana and the subtle basis of everything. There are countless other names but they all point at the same thing:
The Ether.
I call it InnerG. Why? Because it is just this and once imperienced and felt you’ll comprehend the nomenclature as the force begins to spiral within and your awareness ascends. Contrast this to life you lived, unexamined, and see what kicks when you flip the script as there is much more to all of this than dreamt of on your tell lie vision set… This is all part of a larger context I’ve Witnessed in which we have the Psylense as the all of everything that you can picture as the canvas upon which we sling the paint of ignorance and believe the image it presents in this lifetime by missing what its obscuring. That and the name serves a dual purpose because its met first in mind which needs to be quiet in order to comprehend the shadows depth so you then become Centered in Self within your chest, as you were, once upon a when before finally linking in the Third Kingdom of your abdomen from whence intuition springs as you respark the energetics of your radiant circuits within. The alternative, everyone knows best as its the default mode of operation on the planet but no one questions it as they are so well adjusted to the profound sickness I’ve termed noiZ aka a life of low voltage due to being constantly drained by a predator of consciousness. The relationship between these poles is akin to music and silence because you tend not to notice the latter but its what makes the former possible and, without it, naught exists. Like the Ether, yes?
Remember, the labels are merely signposts to help you along the way. They are not destinations, per se, just terms I’ve picked to help convey inner states of development for the Warrior in training as well as a pencil sketch of higher dimensions and more you’ll meet as you create the Path by walking. People often attest a familiar newness as they shake off the shackles of the (false) self and become Centered as this resonance is your divine inheritance as the birthright from which you were swindled due to the vagaries of a vicious System that does real well at selling ignorance as wisdom to those that incarnate in to parents who have not done the Knowledge. Thats the Game, my friend. I’m simply presenting a different way of playing it that won’t be included on any official syllabus as their business is Adulteration whilst mine is the protection, nurturing and resurrection of Inner Sense.
When you are born you know full well that life is something you dance and sing, no instruction needed. Just look at a baby and how their breathing is so rhythmic and fully fleshed. Once a girl had a newborn that was screaming and I, in a mood to experiment, decided to see how long I could match its intense yelling and wailing, much to her chagrin. Now, bear in mind that at the time I was super fit and thought I could handle my breath in the ring but a few minutes later I realized I needed to check everything I thought I knew because it obviously wasn’t correct. That is the type of humility one needs to possess as a Warrior in training because if what you think, works, then your life would be perfect, yes? If it isn’t then its time to reality test. Now, most would rather die than admit this which is why I’ve said 81% of the realm are little more than meat marionettes that spin on the strings of ignorance as they are fed upon by a predator of consciousness and its agents. Thats a deeper topic but it links in to the West as this beast is what I suspect was behind the scenes of such global dominance and the type of dehumanization and conflict this world had never seen. On the flip it also laid the foundations for the modern realm and all types of progress which is pretty decent but we’re at a critical juncture where most don’t comprehend there are other options than whats presented hence the intent behind the willhelpme project.
This being that can’t sit still is then funneled into a camp of concentration and told to just this which is the most subtle form of child abuse you can get as their neurokinetics are still developing and this type of enforced entrance in Platos Cave does all kinds of damage in terms of arrested development. Let me give you an example:
Back when, a child was born with a lazy eye. The mother didn’t like this and went to the doctor who said “Not a problem, we’ll whack a patch on the next and it’ll soon gain strength”. Erring on the side of caution the lady left it on for longer than instructed. The eye fixed itself but the child seemed to lack depth perception and was clumsy as heck. A battery of tests were ordered and it turned out that the brain had decided that due to the lack of signals coming in from the eye that was patched, as requested, there was no point wasting circuits processing a dead input and thus has doubled up the pins on the other orbital which meant the kid was now blind on one side that could, technically, see perfectly well.
A dramatic example about child development and the nervous system which, I hope, open your eyes to what I said about those enforced two decades in the concentration camp wing of the operation that made you like this because sitting slumped at a desk in a state of boredom causes a retraction in the length, depth and ease of breathing along with a dulling of overall stimulation that lays the blueprint for what I call Adulteration. And this is before we get into the day to day ravages of the child and their nascent Inner Sense at the hands of those who are numb from within and unable to comprehend the greatness in front of them. Two words ruined your life. Two of them. The rest is simply insult to this injury and what one must address if we truly wish to find the kind of freedom we once abundantly possessed as it cannot, repeat cannot, be bought from a shelf, traded or granted by anything outside of Self hence the Path of Power concept as the end goal may be liberation but the shifts along the way truly make life worth living.
The Chinese believe that the life force is stored in the kidneys. We inherit a certain amount from our folks but, with the correct practice, we can keep it flowing optimally and regulated. Many other ancient cultures ascribe intelligence to the organs and how they serve subtle functions beyond the obvious and this is something the magicians of yore knew well as they often plotted and planned to steal a mans strength via use of such things as fatal attractions. Of course to us with our modern high tech it all sounds so primitive and stupid but how many times have you heard:
“He was never the same again, after she left him heartbroken”.
“Why you lily livered coward…”
“Whats wrong? Don’t have the guts for it?”
And such things? What about the effect that you need black lenses on your head after a night of drinking because you feel photosensitive? A subtle link they mentioned, back when, as they said the liver processes vision just like the lungs handle grief which means anyone you meet who subtly sighs before they speak has a lot tucked within that they aren’t acknowledging. In many ways we, as a global population and individuals, are no longer capable of speaking body language which is what I suspect was the original tongue they mentioned at Babel. Really Do the Knowledge on this and you may find something profound when pondered at depth as it truly is the key to a lot of things but beyond the scope of this missive that is focused on the invisible that makes visible possible.
The Psylense.
If you look at an amoeba it pulsates to a beat. If you flip the script and start poking and prodding at it it becomes a tad cautious and what one flowed, freely, is now impinged. If you keep at it it shrivels and thinks “To hell with this, its simply not safe to be my Self and continue the dance of contraction and expansion so I’ll pause on the first step and forget about the rest”. That, my friend, is Adulteration. Its interesting how this most basic element of life looks like a kidney, yes? Remember what I said about life force? Extrapolate and allow the form and function of seeds, reproductive cells and the fetus itself all carry the same shape and you’ll start to comprehend we’re inside a fractal of consciousness and thats why its its vital to up your resolution and decode what kicks otherwise you’ll be encoded instead and pulled down into a mess that never ends as all it presents is hyper-specialization whilst missing the big pic. Kind of like modern science, eh?
Life truly is a song. Its a musical creation and you came to belt out your performance, center stage but thanks to the machinations of the System you became a square watermelon instead that sits at a cubicle and is content to stare at a screen and watch someone else on the black mirror instead scratch an itch within you can no longer reach for your Self. Tell me that isn’t a life two steps removed from hell? Also, the starlet they primp and preen isn’t fairing any better from the deal as you may run an iron maze but she still sits in a golden cage and that, my friend, is the real reason she sings but dares not admit it because those who placed her in will rip the guise of comfort and success in an instant should she deviate from the script as reality management is king for the one eyed in the land of the blinded who don’t click the doc slipped two patches on their lids, back when, which is why they bump around and fall into things…
Breathing is, in effect, the most intimate exchange we have with this realm as it skips and dances from outer to within and back again. At the same time the trees and shrubs do their thing and we have a type of balance that anyone can tell is sorely missing from this realm. This is all thanks to a covert type of intelligence that knows nothing but destruction as its racing toward the bottom and paving the road to hell with good intentions of the plebs whose brains are controlled by it. The antidote? Being willing to lose your mind and come to your senses again. How? Start by breathing. Take a moment, now, and notice it. Better yet, if you have a baby on hand pick it up and pay attention to the free flowing swell of the belly, back and ribs all the way up to the chest, without encumberment. Try to emulate this. Lying down make work best but try standing as well. Experiment. Shift the variables. Try breathing in for Four, hold for Seven then exhale for Eight. Eighteen minutes of this should easily change your consciousness and drive home what the past two thousand words have been illustrating. The more you practice, the more you can refine this and you may just find that the first time you did it you were literally holding on for dear life and using so much excess tension that now seems wasted (get it? “Waisted”?) as you do more with less. Think of its as a homeopathic breath, if you will, because we are reaching beyond the battle scarred surface of the Adulterated shell that is, in effect, a callous of consciousness and habituated Patterns to greet the living Inner Sense that still dwells, waiting for its invitation to come play again. Another interesting one is hyperventilating for forty five minutes using a full bodied circular breath from genitals to clavicles and out again. Hoo! That one can be a trip, in the literal and metaphysic sense, so best watch your mileage if you’re frail as its strictly for live men, not for fresh men. If you ain’t got the minerals then say “Hell no!” because you’ll tear a hole in the veil of this false reality show, real quick, as you come face to face with what was suppressed to lock you in the Mind Made Prison and this brings us back to why the Ether was discounted:
Because its real, its powerful and its too effective at granting a perspective you didn’t know you were missing until you attempt. I can add in countless variations of breath but why not let the child within lead after you reconnect? Try mixing some sounds in as well, see what kicks, and imagination as well. Like, for example, imagine you are breathing in pure golden light from every pore of your skin that comes rushing in to a still point at your abdomen where it begins to vibrate, intensely, and on the way out it scoops up all the filth and mess from your ignored inner realms and this exits as a layer of dense smoke that is evaporating with each breath from the surface of your flesh. Give it a try, see what happens because the saddest thing (and one of the hallmarks of Adulteration) is being filled to the gills with useless information about the external and things within it whilst Knowing naught about your Self and being perfectly content to maintain this ignorance as you chase distractions instead. In effect it is akin to getting a sense of motion without actually moving aka the psychosocial treadmill and thus, as I’ve said:
The texture, the taste, heck even the bubbles themselves feel vastly different. As your senses are reeling your mind is dancing and your friend says:
“Whats up?”.
“Is this some kind of special edition? Why does it taste so amazing?”. He replies:
“Because its the Real Thing!”. In jest many truths can be expressed but the lips of wisdom are sealed to the ears of ignorance.
“No, really. I’ve been drinking it my entire life and I have never, ever tried anything like this. Its out of this world good”.
Your friend is intrigued and slightly amused by all of this so you drag him to the store of convenience and buy two fresh tins. He cracks one open, takes a sip and spits it out:
The funny thing is that, for you, a lifetime investment in an artful deception has just been defenestrated by what was demonstrated as truly authentic and this has you questioning your entire paradigm for it starts becoming Self evident you were, in effect, held hostage by the machinations of one driven by profit with no good heart beating in his chest because his mindset was:
“Eh, if they trust me they deserve it. Besides, these yokels wouldn’t know the difference if it was in front of them and it keeps me rich”.
Your life, in many respects, is identical to this. But, thats by the by. Lets get back to the man dressed in robes, kicking lyrics and delivering hot, buttered Ether in the land of the camels:
For those who don’t know these folks are, these days, seen as mad heretics who spin, spin and spin in order to gain higher states of consciousness as they kiss the face of the ineffable, up close and personal. As you can probably guess a lot think they’re demonic which is, in a sense, exceedingly ironic as they are simply tasting the cake whilst the rest memorize the ingredients without ever setting foot in a kitchen. I’ll let you tell it. Interestingly, a later mystic slash rascal by the name of Gurdjieff would claim to have accessed a lot of the Sufi secrets which many contest but, to me, the link is obvious if you’ve ate at the table as there are many fingers but all point at the same sphere of illumination. There are also those who do well and keep it in darkness as they shove the common folks heads up their rear ends at birth and sell them air freshenings and various other things whilst encouraging them to remain within the Cave of ignorance…
So, Hallaj was hooked on phonics and wanted to glimpse behind the veil in order to transcend the Game and I can’t say I blame him. With this in mind he stops, drops, shuts down the links with the proto-Sufi movement and does his own thing because he learns from many, associates with a few but, in the end, flies his own flag and ascends to his own wavelength. This, as we’ll see, will have consequences. For now, he heads to Mecca and meditates at depth on the steps until, mission accomplished. He came back to Earth after a taste of the numinous and said:
As you can probably tell this type of sentiment doesn’t go down real well with the rest and not only did the common folk not like him but the Sufis too grew to detest as he was saying the quiet part out loud, to anyone who’ll listen. They call this being a drunk mystic and, in some regions like India or South America, for example its seen as part of the script but Islam is quite a bit less permissive when it comes to such things. Anyway, lets get back to his tale as it really is interesting:
Upon returning to this realm he kicked lyrics that went like this:
“He chose me, drew me to Him. The honor was immense and the meeting intense as it was intimate. There is no part of me that Knows not him and the same can be said when flipped”.
Some were intrigued as this akin to one tasting the cooking for which they’d been waiting for ages. Others pointed at the crumbs in his beard as proof of what he said (Really, a glowing countenance and words as smooth as silk they felt in their chest, but you get the message) whilst many felt it was strongly blasphemous but, hoo, my man was just getting started. Hallaj may never have raised liquor to his lips but he was entirely intoxicated with a different kind of spirit and once this shines who was he to oppress what wished to pour into this realm? So he didn’t. Instead he let rip and bars from the heart that he spit on these topics were the trending of his day as people came to peep what he had to say. Imagine their surprise when they heard:
“Listen up, peeps. Don’t flash the bling in front of this pig because they don’t know how to keep it Kermit, dig?”.
And in that respect I’ve often said that every single spiritual text in this realm is coded with many layers of meaning depending upon who is reading and their level of comprehension. This is one of the reasons people used to hate watching flicks with me as I’d constantly hit pause and break down the symbols that were washing over (and manipulating) their subconscious whilst they were in an altered state of awareness whilst staring at the black mirror that reflects a false reality into their awareness. But, thats another topic.
So, Hallaj climbed the hill, drank the nectar and came back to this realm and because his cup was overflowing he felt it his calling to share his excess with those who were thirsting as a way of course correction. Some took to this like water and fish. Others couldn’t wait to bring his chapter to an end for their own reasons. I mean, I’ve often said that religion, in modern dress, is first and foremost a business and immense weapon of dissension because (much like the web) it splits those it promises to connect hence so many sects with their own arguments. And yet, none of them have tasted a dish from the kitchen of the chef they’re venerating. Ironic, yes? In many ways you can frame a convincing argument that what Hallaj did, back when, was not that different from Jesus who spit that hot flame, Ninety Eight octane and thus gave the profane a taste of what they’re missing. Really think about this, my friend. Let me break it down with an example:
Lets say you’re one of those folks that has a BM and then wipes his rear end with dry paper. Thats it. Scrub, scrub, scrub then on with the underpants and back to biz. One day a friend says:
“Hey man, see that glass bottle placed next to the toilet? Its filled with water so splash that on your stinking ass next time and do the job correct, dig?”.
In many ways that is how spiritual wisdom is for me because whilst one is pure and beyond the realm and the other example is the height of filth at the end they are both linked in and this is why I’ve said that Doing the Knowledge is akin to upping your resolution and thus if you Knew, for certain, some thing that improved your life would you hide it or share it? That is the question. For some knowledge is power ergo they’d zip their lips and lead people in another direction as they amassed power and wealth using these tips as they profited from the ignorance they created in the rest. Hallaj didn’t think like this. To him there was no separation between he and the divine and none between ye either. This I found really interesting as my first post on the web said the same thing:
Some truths appear to be universal. Man, occasionally, falls over them and then picks himself up and carries on like nothing happened. One day, someone will stitch together the pieces of this realm into a coherent narrative. Know what happens next? Most will run, screaming, into an age of darkness as they embrace the ignorance as the true picture is scary. Who knows, we may be living in those days but most are in a daze, running a maze, with faulty navigation thrown in designed to prevent such a thing from happening. I find it fascinating that a lot of what Hallaj said, back when, is not only identical to now but that we’re on a whole nother level of strangeness as most are about to trade their carbon based vessel for one augmented by silicon as an old devil that waited in the wings makes his grand reappearance for the new generation.
Bitten fruits where Siri flips to the iris as the apple of your eye and makes androids of men. Hah! Its quite poetic, yes? “Let he who has wisdom…”. You know the rest? Lets get back to my man in the desert:
So, he’s kicking lyrics on FM to anyone that will listen and that people did as he served it up, hot and fresh. Lets check some of his greatest hits in rotation:
“You are the guide of those who wander in ignorance. If they say I am a heretic make my heresy immense“.
“The only thing my turban wraps is the one who is the all of everything”.
“Fools seek in heavenly realms what they cannot see right in front of them”.
Hoo! I had to bust out some applause for these lyrics because you can tell they came from his chest and he meant it because they are so real, so authentic. Contrast that with the preacher man that sells counterfeit Coca Cola to the villagers, captive, and taste the difference. Through time there has always been a lane that those with voltage that extends beyond this realm swerve in on their quest for a personal relationship with the numinous and I find it very strange the reaction the rest give to such proclamations and lived lyrics because it hints that whilst god may be distant, the Devil they know best is actually in comfort in their heads via the voice that guides them using an elegant deception from one life to the next… Enough of my verbiage, lets get back to Hallaj and his adventure in the flesh.
For breaking the oath his own folks hated him for they wished to keep it all on the DL. I can actually see it via their lens as I’m quite empathetic and their reasoning probably went a little like this:
“You cannot fit the ocean into a teacup nor will those who dwell within the sands comprehend the magnificence of the force that flows, so abundant, so zip your lip, don’t say a thing or we’ll kill you dead, get it?”.
Hallaj wasn’t with it. His thirst was quenched and he wanted his friends and countrymen to feel the same as he felt and thus there was a split as old friends now became Opponents and plotted his end for daring to say out loud what they mentioned among themselves. Tel me, my friend, what would you have done in this situation? In many ways it a test we’ll all face, at some point in this realm but thats a deeper topic and a immense tangent I’ll side step on this already meandering trek. See, his old crew were of the “sober” flex which meant:
“One can walk with the common man, nod their head in agreement and disturb not his delusions but, among ourselves, we are different and we address that which we don’t mention to the rest”.
The Rebel Mystic of Islam, on the flip, was screaming from the top of the hill to anyone who would listen. And that they did. That they did. Much to the chagrin of the teetotal aspect who found his conduct quite unbecoming, if not belligerent. They condemned him with the equivalent of a social media smear campaign, back when, as deep pockets and organization can place much mud in the hands of others to sling. And yet the alchemist takes this excrement and uses it to nourish his garden from which the flowers do spring. Hallaj, himself, was clocking up followers in the flesh as a lot of what folks heard they felt in their chest and intuited as correct. This made them look sideways and those who’d keep it hid and thus a perpetual motion machine of enmity was built that would eventually be the end of him. Before this kicks they’d continually harass and defame him, accusing him of that and this. There really were no limits to sullying his reputation and most of these attacks originated with his old friends. I guess some things just don’t shift in this Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits, yes?
Before we progress I really want you stop and ponder, at length, the outline of this sketch. Here we have a man whose fondest yearning can be called nothing but purely spiritual and, having quenched his thirst, he wishes to offer the parched denizens of the desert of ignorance a sip. They are ready and willing but there is a powerful sect that wishes to prevent this from happening and will seemingly go to any length with their hounding and badgering of one whose wire was connected beyond this realm. This is actually quite common as things are so tightly controlled in this place where free will is the greatest illusion but that is another topic and I wanted to draw your attention to the fact that the 81/11/8 ratio I’ve often mentioned is actually as old as the hills. Get in where you fit in.
H hearts back to Mecca and this time there are hundreds with him as his message is spreading. What follows next are more pilgrimages to places distant and when he comes back people think he’s unhinged as he, like Tupac, starts speaking the lyrics of death and wants people to bring his life to an end. Now, the question is was he speaking of the flesh or the (false) self in his head? One poem went a little something like this:
“My friends, let rip. Kill me to death so I may live. Annihilation of my essence is the greatest gift you can give as my spirit tires of the flesh. Kill me, burn me. Fade these traces. Release their grip”.
That is something that anyone who has felt the unfinite essence of the true Self can attest and why I’ve said we’re here serving a life sentence of ignorance because the cost of wearing the flesh is as painful as it is seductive. And yet, like a melting snowman, so many hold onto the frozen chill as they do not recollect they were once the water that fell from the cloud that floats, high above them and is, in essence, them at their purest that they shall be once again. Can you imagine a man made of frozen water walking around with a heatgun trying to melt the rest? They’d Thunk he’s off his meds and yet, from this vantage, you’d get it real well. Can you apply that wisdom to your inherited ignorance? That is the question or is the OS inside your head not capable of being updated due to your own resistance?
On the streets his name rang bells and even those in the ivory towers had heard of him as those who ruled via the divine right of kings were enthralled by what this man of the people said as he railed against society which he felt pushed the dregs as the best and was testament to a people of fallen awareness, totally ignorant of the mess they were in. Shades of dry wiping on rear ends, yes? I have to say, the first time I discovered people actually did this, back when, the level of repulsion was so immense that I could scarcely believe it. And yet, it is. These days people will use chemically dipped and scented things on their rear ends as a bells and whistles version of what is simple – no bidet or pressure washer jet needed – but how many stop to think that the anus is exceedingly sensitive and thus they are doing an oddly inverted hookers and blow thing which will probably have long reaching health consequences in their quest for cleanliness thanks to keeping the pockets of corporate interests in lining. All thanks to ignorance. 81/11/8 strikes again! And thats before I mention whats going on with the microplastics, forever chemicals and Starbucks cups designed to make your balls fall off…
So, Hallaj was kicking the truth to the old and the youth and the 11% that sat at the helm didn’t like this one bit as they felt he was a threat to the good thing they had going before this drunken mystic showed up with his fresh lyrics that people were obviously feeling. Now, there is no doubt to anyone who reads his texts that he was, first and foremost, a Muslim as his faith is etched in everything he said and lived as you can check for your Self by reading the weighty tome titled “The Passion of al-Hallaj”. Thing is lies run sprints whilst truth is still getting out of bed and as all of these engineered uprising and fake protests attest people are as easily manipulated now as they were then by those who pull the strings and stand in the shade as they send agents of their Matrix in to prevent an organic lift of the burdens they stealthily placed upon the shoulders of the plebs. For some, reading, it will have clicked exactly what the red carpet is and what this symbolism truly reps as well as the links with the pigs who are more equal than the rest… Donkeys live a long time but noble steeds with wings fly high, above all of this but I’ll let you tell it.
It really is ironic that those who actually live the spirit of the lyrics are often condemned as blasphemous as sins are heaped upon their heads but it will serve you well to know this is one of the favored tricks of your Opponent as they always accuse others of what they themselves are doing or have doneto them. Just ask JM. In many ways this is the nature of the Game, on this level, as we have genuine devils posing as false angels and many who profess a faith are actually Chapstick thespians whose gloss is on the surface in contrast to Hallaj whose shine came from within. Shades of Faka-Cola and the Real Thing, yes? Can you imagine life in that village if everyone tasted what the stranger touted and the uproar it would bring? That would not be good for business ergo they may just kill the tourist and expunge his testament from the record as they get back to business and say his was the fake and he’s in league with the Devil and countless other things. And yet, some would recollect the taste that cannot be replicated. Say, did you know that Coke legally import soccer fields of sniff into the US as thats the magical ingredient that gives its the special something hence “Vegetable extracts” is actually Pablos best friend with the active ingredient ditched. I wonder what they really do with the Three Billion Dollars worth of pure yay they bring into New Jersey, on the reg? Fuggedaboutit!
On a similar tip there were another bunch of heretics, back when, that swore up and down that Jesus was a shroom which brings the “Most High” designation to a new lens as the “Take this as my body and this as my blood” makes a load more sense when you consider the hallucinogenic rite as well as the drinking of urine of he who tripped as it still contains the experience, albeit at a minor strength for those not initiated. This also ties in, real well, with the true origin of Santa Claus as the reindeers were the ones that pointed it out to the Shaman, back when, who’d stick the shrooms up in the tree hence modern decorations and the outlawing of nature itself which is, if you think about it, really quite a strange thing. Not to mention the Assassins who offered their initiates a trip with the strongest hash you could get and played out a theatrical deception of many virgins awaiting them so they’d be in a rush to kill with no fear of death. You really have to admit, life is pretty strange in this realm if you take the whole thing in from a higher vantage but thats another 81/11/8 thing as only the latter third are truly capable (ie willing) to Do the Knowledge. al-Hallaj was this, times ten:
He didn’t just run the streets and freestyle words from beyond this realm, to anyone who’ll listen. No, he also pushed the pen and was super prolific on a variety of topics ranging from religious texts, mystical threads and his opinions on politics. Sadly, little of this survived. Do you wonder why? What did thrive was the works from others pens that were attributed to him and this is something I suspect is far more common than most think. I mean, what the hell are the chances of Platos works being “found” by a dude called Plethon who then went on to spearhead a movement that wished to bring these “ancient” lyrics to modern times where, saying them himself, would have been blasphemous but historical notes at a distance were acceptable. Food for thought, hopefully someone researches into this as I’d be willing to bet you’ll find things in the textual analysis that point to my hypothesis being correct as HIStory is written by the winners and there is but one crew with a grip around the neck of this realm on this level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits even though they present many false fronts designed to lure adherents in via various crafty tricks and deception.
What we did get from his pen is the Tawasin which is short but dense and will probably fly right over the chest of those who don’t Know the Ledge but, for me, I heard him on FM as he said:
He even mentions the genesis of a nemesis when the Adversary they call Iblis did not genuflect and bow in front of the creation of man. But what did he actually say that made him this way and ended his chapter in the flesh but birthed a legend of which many are ignorant? Simple, he said you’ve got to strip away the BS and get back to your essence and once you’ve done this you’ll comprehend that its not blasphemous to say you are the divine in the flesh because its actually accurate. Imagine my surprise to see my own fresh concepts etched, back when, in ways almost identical. I guess it goes to show there is nothing new in this realm beyond layers of ignorance that distort the wisdom each child steps in with before a faulty OS is installed in the heads. For lifetimes I have been chipping away at this ignorance and here, now, on my last spin in the flesh it feels like I’ve made enough progress to truly Know the Ledge and the discovery of this seeker and his tale brings a type of solace as one man, alone, can claim delusion but when two point at the same thing in words and phrases nearly identical you can’t help but think you may be onto something. As opposed to just on something. That said, I always found it interesting how there was controlled experimentation in lab conditions where people tripped and came back reporting they’d met the same things with very similar effects and messages as well as various occult practices that involve combinations of mediation and sex that generate out of body experiences and a return to the essence. Not saying I’m of the caliber of Hallaj as that was his adventure in the flesh and this is mine but I find the links of interest as they attest that the problem of the Game we all play by inserting out Souls as credits is literally as old as the hills and this is something the Gnostics too said before they were hit with the old “Off with his head!” for being a threat. Getting back to his tale:
The word “Fana” means to strip away the resonance of the shell, the story in your head and retrace the steps of your pure consciousness from their state of Adulteration and back to the land of Inner Sense from where they spring. Its there where you find the divine sitting and one can’t help but smile at the curious jest of the flesh and the rest that happens as you stroll around a planet in a realm that is built from a teeny, tiny slice of the EM and then filtered through layers of ignorance and what society says they accept to form the treadmill which you step from your first to final breath and back again, should you wish to live and die in ignorance. This is what is meant by Chapstick thespians who are simply acting spiritual as a form of window dressing for the main attraction which is purely of this realm as they wish to be rich, adored, well sexed and have the best of everything. Good for them but the danger of man is one can delude himself with such strength that a special type of intoxication kicks in that will brook no questions or introspection as what it says is final. This is the (false) self. The voice in your head that many don’t comprehend isn’t them as they are that which listens, in silence. Or, to be more accurate, Psylense, as its the blindspot that makes vision possible but we all know the tale of the one eyed king, yes? The pretenders on the throne do not like these truths one little bit and, through the times, have worked hard to discredit, edit and keep hidden those who went against the grain of what was officially sanctioned then coined and minted to make a killing by selling the wisdom of ignorance to them who Know not they are immortal…
Hallaj said so many things like “Seeing with the heart of his eye” and the nature of his abdomen as it links to consciousness and these are truths to which I attest for the chest is the seat of Inner Sense (much like the head houses the (false) self) and modern science chimes in saying there are plenty of glial cells in the belly which cause to rise what we call gut feelings. The thing about a diamond is you can bury it in filth and try to keep it hidden but it cares not one bit as it shines, regardless and due to the alchemical process is beyond all of this. Some coals click and wish to know what makes it different but the polished pieces of glass that perch with pretense as they rule over kingdoms hate the really real, much like the greedy merchant. This is why he was killed hence speaking the truth in a world filled with fibs isn’t usually conducive with a peaceful existence but then the idea of going along with the common madness of those adjusted to such profound sickness is a fate worse than death for the mystic as you’d kill your essence whilst you live, in pieces and increments, until nothing is left but a life filled with laments and regret that usually pass, unexamined, as they are covered in coping mechs and various distractions.
As I write this I am surrounded by what I can only call pure evil that manifests with one intent through many faces. If I were to recollect what has kicked over the past six it would make the rest I’d shared fade into insignificance as its now Self evident that what I’m up against is not of this realm but, equally, its influence only exists upto the fifth dimension ergo they are intensely limited in contrast to the all of everything of which I am a fragment. You as well, my friend. You as well. Knowing this whilst living is the lifes work of the true adept but I simply cannot hang my hat on any rack that requires oaths and secrets as this is a personal thing and not something to be hidden under the exploitation of ignorance that is fueled by those who pledge to what they don’t comprehend and lose their Soul in the process hence the thirst to bring others in and feed a beast whose hunger never ends as it lacks the Prime connection it covets from those plugged in to its false creation on this level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits.
Hallajs life and essence screams this to my awareness as when he said:
“I am the Truth”.
I Know he meant the same as what Jesus said with:
“Me and the Father are one”.
As there is but one thing, itself “no thing”, that is everything in this realm and it is what we term pure consciousness that underpins all of existence and around it does all spin, in this realm and any you can mention ergo one who is Centered in Self can ascend and dip, as they wish, as they have the keys to the Kingdom but this requires a coherent brain, heart and chest so the electromagnetic resonance works best and one transcends the flesh, the stories in your head, the tension patterns of the Pane Body and the immense list of additives and daily stress that all work to poison the spirit and keep it locked in this realm as the wackest version of your Self. Tell me that doesn’t sound like hell? And yet, to many, its heaven sent. This is the land the Slave/Masters built and its denizens were formed in their image hence most folks minds are a mess as they strive to get ahead in an attempt to gain what they left in childhood where they were disconnected from their chest and moved into a state of Adulteration instead. The paradox of this is, like Platos Cave example, is that he who escapes from the shadow and flame to feel the sun on his face is often killed by those still plugged in, should he attempt to free them, because they Thunk what he says is blasphemous. You really have to hand it to the Opponent, he chose his hiding place real well. Billions served daily and so few comprehend they are the problem.
I couldn’t help but grin when I read his missive about the candle which said:
“That which shines is the knowledge of realness whereas the heat is the reality itself but only he who aligns with the burning can have said to have tasted the essence. The reality of realness”.
In many ways a lot of what we would ascribe to the Matrix as a prison of consciousness that is built on ignorance runs through his sentiment as well as my oft mentioned “Game of three halves” thing which means, like blind men with an elephant, people can argue without end as they think what they grasp is the whole thing but how few see the bigger pic and yet when those step in, capable of resonance, the world often kills, rejects or maligns them and gets back on with the business of living. Proof of a conspiracy, yes? For me the fingerprints of the Slave/Masters are all over this so I ask again:
The proclamation of his resonance with the Prime element and total identification with his object of veneration is thought to be the event that signed his death certificate. This is incorrect for whilst he did spend some time in the bing but before we get to this lets get back to Iblis:
He refused to bow in front of Adam, as the creation, for he saw this as contemptible. This was the perspective of Hallaj and, as you can guess, its more than a little blasphemous as it flips the common narrative of him being the one who was wicked into one so devout that he’ll accept any punishment rather than praise second best. No matter at whose behest. Shades of the Dark Knight, yes?
Satan as gods best friend is something I mentioned, back when, in one of our conversations as only one so close would take a job so thankless and yet, this too can be interpreted at various depths as I strongly suspect its he who is at the helm of the Slave/Master movement and its influence on this realm as this jibes with my perception they are limited at the fifth dimension aka the place of exodus and this too syncs with the Biblical text that says we wrestle not against flesh but principalities, wickedness placed well. I really do question the intent at the helm of this realm. Not just for the life I’ve lived and things I’ve Witnessed but the massive amounts of deception and suffering that are writ upon the faces of those of and not just in this realm for I Know I’m something else and thus just visiting and wearing the flesh as I sit, alone, in my four corner room in darkness typing this message to the masses in the hope they comprehend the shadows depth where the mystic swims and many madmen drowned in the attempt.
I can’t claim to lay my hands on anything that is certain or solid. Nor should anyone follow in my treads for this is my Soul, my adventure and my Path, in the end. I cannot be responsible for another and neither would I join any group or guild in such quest as that is the way to manipulation and corruption, par excellence, as the field of spiritual development is intensely personal and I pen these pages as testament for those who take their own trek with the intent of liberation. Be warned, the way is strewn with thorns and expect friends to wish you death as family conspires against. Not even where you rest your head will be safe from said threats and yet it is Self evident there is a force, above and beyond, them that scares them against which they dare not fully transgress beyond the constant half steps and various attempts designed to bring my life to an end. Speaking of which, here’s what happened to Hallaj, back when:
As mentioned, he had links with both elite and common and this was to be his undoing as the sands of power did shift and the new head the helm recollected his past allegiance and used this to place him in check by dumping him in a cell. They threw charges at him of various things with proof being thin to slim so he sat in the bing for ten as the people did protest. Therein he pushed the pen and was sentenced to death for once saying:
“Circumambulate the heart for the divine is within“.
That was it. A lot of people demonstrated against his execution but to no avail as those who have the gold make the rules. His murder was quite brutal and drawn out, in a sense, but one of his last statements stands as testament for he says the plebs that follow the crowd, so well adjusted to madness, are dumber than cattle. Nothing more than beasts of burden.
How little has changed in that respect. 81/11/8. Get in where you fit in.
I really have to say the Slave/Masters play this realm like a harp from Hell because those who still live within the state of Inner Sense see through their tricks and issue a swift “Return to Sender” against their wicked operations where we have literal demons in the flesh that pretend to be angels. They sit at the head of the big table, the make all the major decisions and wield the most influence. Not these public puppets they parade on strings, hyperdimensional, which are loyal to the cause and willing participants in duping of the rest. No, I’m talking about the Masters of these Slaves hence Slave/Masters is the label because you can’t get out of a condition if you don’t think it exists. Check:
Right now, at this very moment, what are you in control of? Really ponder this for a minute. Write a list. Push the pen. Make it physical so you will have something to refer back to as we progress.
Who controls the schools? Who controls the government? Who directs what your worthless vote sanctions? Better yet, who controls your entertainment? A handful of conglomerates, all loyal to the pyramid. Who controls your language, its use and definition? Who controls the religions? What if the one you’re praying to actually sees you as prey, on the flip, for your tacit acceptance of the script he sent to pimp your awareness? What then? Not meant to be blasphemous but the Warrior Knows how to sift the waters of Adulteration from the pure milk of Inner Sense and thus their presence is a true black swan event which causes the masters of deception such intense stress because, in the end, it was a little boy that snapped the rest out of the trance they were in.
You can’t get out of a condition if you don’t think it exists. All people are born free but most step, real quick, into the limits of their Mind Made Prison as presented via the System with its tacit suggestion:
“Do well at school, get good grades, your parents will adore you because of your accolades and hate if you fail as their affection is now conditional on terms and conditions we set“.
Have you ever, truly, considered how pernicious this is? What about this, from the same establishment:
“Here we train you in one thing and just this. Sacred geometrics aka the way of the pyramid for there is the head who runs things and says how it is. You rarely, if ever, see him but the threat is ever present for those that don’t acquiesce to our whims as we coax a performance which, in the end, hammers home one message:
You are plenty, above you there are a few who rule your immediate place and above them one who has the final say”.
Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me that isn’t the same form and symbol thats repped in all kinds of worlds beyond the educational. See what kicks to those who get tenured then go against the grain as their findings differ from the officially sanctioned script or what of the religious infidels and heretics that dared say what you seek isn’t in a shiny building with gold ceilings, far distant, but actually accessed within for ye are it.
You can’t get out of a condition if you don’t think it exists which is why I’ve said, time and again, your mind is behind enemy lines, my friend. Jesus spoke of similar things which is why they based the Matrix character upon him as he went against the money changers who, to this day, still print the bills that keep people in subjugation whilst they yelp:
“Won’t god do something?”.
Ironic. For if they comprehended that what the world holds to be true the simulation brings into view things would flip, real quick. This is from where your Opponents fear springs because he’s had it good, eating well and creaming the best for himself whilst leaving the dregs for them who fight against the rest who are just as broke (and broken) as them. Know ye not that ye are gods? Guess not. I do for me and the Prime are one and the same thing as he gave me the awareness the architect of this realm (along with his archon friends and their fleshly agents) attempted to pimp using their bread, circuses, sex magic and hypnosis. Oh yes, I have skin in the Game. Thats why I can proclaim what I say as its raw and uncut, unlike the controlled opposition they present via talking heads that force feed certain angles and never connect the dots, Self evident, as their intent is to keep you lulled in to a false state of awareness and not realize you’re dreaming as you dig a Reality Tunnel which ends with a one way ticket to Hell which is the realm for those who are still resonant with Inner Sense.
You are in a spiritual war, my friend. One that has been raging, without end, for as long as his story has been penned and the craziest thing is you Thunk you’re the Opponent as manifested via the voice in your head via its constant suggestions and wittering. How on earth can you be it when you are that which listens? Do you remember the time before it started squawking? Better yet, can you recollect the first thing it said and when? That can be very interesting as its a parasitical process that feeds on billions to snatch away their true destiny so those who made secret deals with the true king of this age can dance and parade behind closed doors at how well they pulled the charade upon the Slaves to the Game. Thats how real it is. Thats how real it is.
If you could, even for a moment, glimpse Earth from a higher realm you’d get why your true (not blood and flesh) ancestors wept as you sank to this realm. Some come with a mission and they, on purpose, incarnate into familial structures of a whole nother wavelength hence the energy vampire effect and all types of mind Games to ensure they use your greatest strengths and make them a weakness. Whats next? You hit the end, come to the exit and find your entire life was like the time you walked into the kitchen and said “What did I come here for again?”. Can you guess what happens next? Yep.
