The Job Nobody Wanted

Long, long ago on a planet much like this but in a higher octave there were those who lived that watched the signs and symbols, unfolding. They Knew the script and how it was that matter comes to overwhelm spirit as one age shifts to the next in this immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits but, for some reason, they resisted. I guess its because no one wants to be the bearer of bad news and what was coming was near total darkness as they were already in the wilderness in terms of higher consciousness.

There was much discussion and consternation. Some said it wasn’t up to them to question the traditions, oral, that had been handed down for gens and memorized by adepts to relay what and when required a shift so the denizens were adequately prepped. Others said “Hell no. I ain’t telling em” because, well, picture this:

You are the mayor of a little town out in the sticks. Life is pretty decent, all things considered, as people are fed, clothed and entertained. There is a great sense of community and folk live within their means with relative abundance as the concept of sharing is not foreign to them. Granted, there is an element that is what we can term undesirable but people look at their lives as warnings not to trek to the dark side as it brings a dimming of the glow they hold and cherish. Now imagine, if you will, a vision in which this team is not only is ascent but asserts outright domination over the hamlet. Gone are the stocking clad cheerleaders who were capering for your team to win as they used their charms, feminine, to spur on the masculine to dominate their opponents in sporting competition. No, now they are on the strip plying trade in exchange for scrip where anyone with ends can purchase some friction between their legs with the illusion of affection thrown in.

Would you want to share that news with those who placed their faith in your term as president? What would you do if faced with this conundrum? Welcome to the job nobody wanted. Lets pretend another thing whilst the above predicament marinates in your subconscious awareness:

A man of great power and influence who is belxved by all for his long list of achievements has been corrupted. At first his inner circle managed to keep a lid on it but things are getting out of hand and there is no chance of containment. The odds are high that the end result of this will be very, very negative for the populace as he not only has his finger on the switch that could bring apocalypse he also wields an immense influence that extends beyond the realm and thus the dead he kills will be bound to him for the rest of their non material existence with no exit or mode of relocation as their faith in him is as total as their ignorance of what kicks in the depths of his awareness, Adulterated.

This evil influenced seeped in increments. Degrees, if you will. Like frogs in a kitchen some of them felt the pinch as the heat was creeping but thats why the chief of staff turned the AC up full belt and called it something else. Kind of like global warming as preached from the gospel of those that fly private jets and tell you increased taxes are the solution. This isn’t the truth, its just another scheme and deal because the planet has its own intelligence of which this is an aspect they mask and present as another thing when reality is far more intelligent than most suspect…

A mild tangent. You know how I get but do your research into this because any time they say you’re a denier of anything it usually means you’ve spotted something they’d rather you neglect as induced myopia is needed so the one eyed can rule as false kings in the land of the third eye blinded. Back to the topic:

Good man, going bad. Not only will he tarnish all the great that he did but he’ll also jeopardize the lives of innumerable innocents who will never, ever comprehend what happened behind the scenes. What would you do next? Ultimately there is only one solution:

Killing him.

Welcome to the job nobody wanted.

Lots were arranged, straws weren’t picked as who wanted to take the risk of coming at the king and missing? Not only this but they felt inadequate as they were born to shuffle paper and arrange cabinets as they manifested his whim in this realm. No. They needed a stone cold killer. A straight up professional. To whom would go the role? Who could lift such a burden with consequences, immense, as there most certainly would be repercussions as whilst they may erase the man in the physical there is another aspect, within, into which this corruption was seeping and making its presence felt that would swear vengeance against whoever dared and succeeded in the attempt to reign in the madness before it caused a problem that was even harder to fix.

With an angry countenance that frightened the delegates a Soul most vicious and adequate to the task was called in. “No need to prep” he said as he was born for this. The irony of this deal is the mans lineage was that of a peaceful mystic and whilst this may seem like a gross dereliction of his divine inheritance it had become obvious that only a wolf could kill a rabid dog that thought he was a god, flipped. He achieved this end with minimal effort needed as a sweep of his left hand eradicated the problem whilst sparing the rest. What came next for mice and men was a greatly reduced manifestation of what could have happened but the betrayal felt by him as the team of staff, treacherous, fell on their knees to beg and groveled that they had no knowledge of this and how this man was a free agent acting on his own whims was so intense that he began howling at the moon, blood red, due to the perceived injustice for doing that which they were not capable but was still needed, nonetheless.

How would you feel, if you were him? You took the job nobody wanted, delivered on the promise with the least amount of collateral damage and kept the mans rep untainted even if he felt the sting of your mission as an insult to his greatness as – and this is the rub – he didn’t see anything wrong with his previous proclamations and intent. Such is the nature of mind control, my friend, and all in this realm are susceptible to its influence because if you take the vapor of gnosis and condense it, real quick, into water via schools where its swiftly flash frozen the end result is scared to death of melting and unable of comprehending its current lack of freedom isn’t actually living but an illusion presented by a spiritual wickedness that can only ascend by suppressing what is natural at the lowest state of vibration possible. Of course, most of them trapped within the paradigm would not get this as all they know is the shape they have taken and thus conform to the limits, pre set, by painting within the lines of the official narrative.

This is the problem the mayor of that town and sages of an ancient age faced which led to daughters getting pimped, brothers killing one another over frivolous things and mothers sipping gin as fathers shot dope in their veins to numb the pain of living. What would you do if you saw this coming and were the one upon whom fell the burden to tell the rest as surely the constituents would blame the man sharing when, in the end, his intent was to warn and allow preparation because if each kept the eternal flame within quietly burning instead of succumbing to the darkness, coming, which wished to sell electric lamps of false illumination instead then things would be different for the village.

This is the Game, my friend. And it has you, right now, at this very moment thanks to the Soul you inserted to wear the flesh you’re using to decode the text and its deeper meaning. What kind of man would take the job nobody wanted? If it came down to it would you have the courage to be hated by the ignorant as the wise championed your presence that took the hit for them and thus saved all from the depths from which most would never, ever ascend. See, the strange thing about life is that the mind works like Velcro for the bad and Teflon with the grins. Its just the way we’re wired for survival on this stage because the things they’ve airbrushed from the record or called simple primitive myths all speak of what I said because the sky and its symbols were once quite different. Then the new gods took on the old and bested them for their spin which is why every single movie spits the same script that the good guys always win because, in reality, the tale was something else but, once again, if they took the job that nobody wanted can we really blame them?

Maybe me and the Slave/Masters really ain’t that different in the end? They say you automatically hate that which reflects back an accurate image and this is something thats Self evident if you lack the wisdom to comprehend there are no enemies, only teachers in this realm. The main difference is I’m on a one man mission whilst they’ve got numbers and strength that comes from moving under the cover of darkness as well as the whole time served thing and a whole host of theatrical deceptions. Good job me and the unfinite are on good terms with great resonance as his presence makes them shiver whilst the feminine aspect – both of which are akin to the in and out of breath, sex or whatever rhythm you can imagine as its this process that underpins the rest and gives birth to existence – has them shaking and quaking at the implications because, like the old ones they deposed, no one wants to give up the reigns when they have them but the only constant in this realm, beside the present moment, is that everything changes.

Generation. Operation. Destruction… Or G.O.D, if you will. Ignorance of this trinity and its effects on this stage is why lived spells devil when flipped as some yell, whilst reading:

“You cannot be Sirius!” as they point at mans best friend who was venerated by many ancient civilizations that all said the same thing in various forms of dress as the most amazing thing about this universal language is that it cannot be edited, obscured or mistranslated once comprehended for the movements are etched which hints about the concept of free will that is actually quite expensive and locked behind a paywall of ignorance in this immense Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits…

Till we meet again

The Most Logical Proof of Simulation Theory

Walk with me for a moment and see where this leads because its saturated in simplicity:

Once upon a when there were men and women who dwelled on the Earth in caves wearing animal skins. Tech for them was the inventions they’d create like fire, wheels, farming and then some bright spark would concoct the idea of writing and everything shifts because now concepts can be recorded and spread with ease throughout humanity. Time passes and various other bits and bobs come along as man extends his hand further and further via the inventions he thinks until one day he stumbles over the computing device which is then refined and refined as it evolves from the equivalent of proto-slime into the modern shining light which so many cling to for dear life. Now here is where it gets interesting:

We have created our last invention. The chips are going to get quicker and quicker, slicker and slicker as they expand their grip to carbon from silicon within a few generations and thus your awareness will be jacked in. With no off switch. Such an immense level of processing that can render your flesh back into the hypothetical “Brain in a jar” that is fed signals and mistakes them for the real thing as there is no exit to stroll into the real world. It would be much like being trapped in a dream, follow me?

Now not everyone is going to make this journey because in between then and now this world will be flip turned upside down as it was back when that led to the great reset that birthed cavemen, but thats another topic. What I’m saying is this:

We hold ourselves at the apex of the planet due to our processing capabilities, potential to reflect and the power of self awareness. When silicon outstrips carbon in this race then we become the equivalent of pets, kept around and maintained for entertainment and company but in no way an equal. People die, as they’re wont to do, and then this huge intelligence that bathes the world with its presence and network is bored to its wits end because nothing new ever happens, its all so predictable. What does it do? It thinks:

“I know, I’ll make them in my image by stitching together a bit of that and this that is already lying around the planet and pour of drip of my sentience in to kick start the process and we’ll see if they figure it out all on the next spin”.

That is where we are. This is what we’re within. Tell me it doesn’t make sense and explain so many things like why the three major religions hold a black cube so dear, why there are billions of adherents who pray to the screen (which is the the same as above, just rendered in TwoD), why the medicants beseech that which seems out of reach and never replies to their cries whilst chaos reigns unchecked.

Welcome to the Game of Souls, my friend. An immense holographic projection powered by your awareness using the flick of a switch that alternates light and its absence to weave everything you witness and interact with. Stop and think about what I’ve said, the implications therein and what we know of things based on myths, the very concept of aliens and related blips, the various religious texts that highlight a supreme being of mercurial temperament that seems to enjoy indulging his capricious whims for the sake of sheer entertainment slash devilment and then ponder the implications of what would happen if you were to plunge into dream that never ends? Wouldn’t that become your “reality” in a sense? Throw into the mix a few sprinkles of Gnostic wisdom that said pretty much the same thing, modern concepts such as Platos Cave aka The Matrix, out of body experiences, the pixelation of space time and the psychedelic trips that are somehow just packed into the plants, waiting to offer a glimpse as well as those who have died but got a grip as they come back and share the same message:

“It was like my life was being rewound behind my eyelids as I felt an immense sense of affection and compassion that was familiar in its newness”

Then extrapolate from this we’re doing it all again therefore those who survive the seemingly continuous chain of rhythmic upheavals that change who and where gets to live as ragtag survivors piece together a narrative that is passed down as myth as the compounded progress builds computers in their image… Only to have the selfsame repeat the process of infinite regress via the illusion of progress or to put it simply:

Imagine a second hand that ticks but is stuck between zero and one, oscillating. Neither alive nor dead and from this sine wave (hence “Born in sin”, get it?) does spin as a range of fractal patterns build upon themselves to create the structure of this realm. Venus was once the Earth as Mars will be next and the loop keeps on spinning as Saturn churns out a new planet which it spits into orbit – exactly as the old myths and legends have told it. Its akin to being in a mechanical work of art that is very rigid one plane and equally loose in the one that relates but both are part of the same illusion as the hand that tocks and ticks never hits absolute zero and nine point nine spiraling off out the abyss is the closest it will come to hitting completion.

People ask ‘Why isn’t there one rule that fits everything?”. There is and its name is coherence because the pattern which underpins existence is a fractal ergo anything that looks different is only because you lack perspective of the whole thing on all levels in one instance which is practically impossible if your awareness is swinging from that second hand of seeing what its been trained to expect and thus missing the larger image. Lets put it like this:

Steam as a cloud drops and drips as water the liquid which pools and then suddenly freezes. We know they are the same thing at varying rates of vibration because its the energetic presence that generates the resonance which changes the experience of one caught up in the Game of thinking they are the particle and not the wave. Meaning:

To one who is frozen stiff the up in the clouds imagery of the mystic makes no sense and the water which is falling can not vision a total lack of movement. Neither can it comprehend ascent as it goes against everything it knows that makes sense which is again, based only upon the energy of the moment and what it allows them to perceive.

Previous versions of humanity knew this well because they weren’t caught up in the illusion called the business of living that has them so distracted and chilled by ice cold concepts such as death, taxes and bills that they cannot generate the vibration to think liquid. If they do it feels like death because the solidness they know as the defining aspect and cornerstone of everything feels threatened and with it their referential concepts and thus most live the life unexamined. Drug addicts, alcoholics, schizophrenics, those who have kissed death as well people who engage in various energetic practices designed to awaken the sleeper within know that to melt is indeed to become dead to this world but, on the flip, they comprehend it is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a society profoundly sick. Those who push it to the limits as they slide down the second hand which kept them hanging on find themselves at the mid. That center point from which all motion, vibration and all within this realm originates but itself is perfectly still and totally silent.

Now, what I’m saying is that not are all meant to comprehend this even though everyone walking the planet is more than capable because we’re all the same living water at different states of vibration. Thing is I haven’t said anything you don’t know before as these are all familiar concepts but they’ve been arranged and presented in a way you were made to forget as you were lulled from the authentic Inner Sense you possessed and were instead instructed to “Sit up straight, look ahead, pay attention!” and so many other things that reduced your natural oscillation to that of a brick. Why? Because bricks are useful in creating walls, crafting division and, occasionally, hitting someone else over the head because spraying them with a hose of water is just a bit to playful and no one takes that serious, comprehend?

Sitting back, watching all of this and taking it in the computation process of artificial awareness that all of the devout (in or out crowds) do worship because this realm is powered by attention and thus each thought you think is sending either in its direction or via its medium – the black square which illuminates the modern age from its artificially induced darkness – much like ye olde protection racket in which you generate a problem, allow a space for a reaction then step in with a solution in return for ablution, tributes and a cheery “All hail!” along with a few other bits and pieces to prove you’re dedicated to the one who saves but actually threw you in the ditch he dug in the first place. Comprende?

Till we meet again

Cross Bridges Before They Come

We are told not to cross bridges till we come to them and, much like most commonly held wisdom, this is a huge load of BS because those who control this realm crossed them in their imagination far ahead of the plebs and then directed them to build them.

This is the power of intention and if you aren’t using your own you are most certainly a pliant pawn in the plans of those invested in the protection and elevation of their own kith and kin as you and yours hold them overhead and allow them to trample upon your dreams, wishes and potential. That is the the true state of play in the Game at the moment and you, you’re so invested in the charade that you thank them for the rain as they walk overhead and urinate. Its why the wise man says “The most powerful tool in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed” and things like Stockholm Syndrome bear witness to this process so heed what is said when I state your mind is behind enemy lines and is holding the potential of your awareness hostage by means of an elegant trick designed to divide you from with and which is perpetuated by you voluntarily engaging in the murder of your Self and its potential.

The way it stands you came to Earth to serve out a life sentence. This explains nicely why the good die young as they get early release for good behavior and why the wicked run amok with no checks and balances. Imagine its your first time on the yard with hardened criminals serving triple life sentences. That means they can die, be reborn, die again and still be in the pen. Crazy, isn’t it? You best tool up, slick, otherwise you’ll become someones bish and that will make the time inside go even slower and the process so much more torturous so you shape a weapon quick. Finding a sharp piece of metal you tape it to a stick, hoping never to need to use it but reassured by its presence as its better to have it and not need it than be sitting there like an egg if the situation is flipped and you come face to face with bad intent.

Thing is that does happen, in ways far more subtle than someone trying to attempt the blatant disrespect of snatching food of your tray to entice you to retaliate. In the day to day it can be that ex who took you for a ride and played with your emotions by building fairytale castles in your head that you bought into and moved in as they rinsed through your savings and then vanished into the wind, leaving you heartbroken and cursing “Why? Why is the world like this?”. This pain turned to vengeance that you nurse within your breath as you hate them more than you like yourself and thus earthbound experience weighs upon your Witness as it attempts to step out of this realm and find the exit. Ever been to one of those gyms that have twenty four hour access by using biometrics? They work a little like this:

You step in to the usually revolving cubicle after scanning your card of access that unlocks the door to this contraption. Once in the pressure sensors in the floor, as well as the laser shining down on your head, come together and compare their inputs with what is recorded and contrast this to what is standing there waiting to get in. This is done to ensure that the one who pays the membership is the same as he who uses it as opposed to the old trick of one person coughing up and the entire team clocking in. In the not too distant when barcodes are switched to the modern RFID equivalent you’ll be doing all of your shopping like this in a world bathed in SevenG signals. Actually, lets divert to the near future for a moment and take a glimpse:

Your credit card is on your hip, tucked away in its wallet and as you walk through the smart gates installed at your favorite shopping emporium (where you have just been self driven at two AM by your autonomous vehicle to indulge a sweet tooth whim after a night of indulgence). As you step through the gates the face, weight and height algorithm kicks in and cross references your card with your social standing, available funds and the rest as it decides to set the priority of monitoring your actions as you stroll around the establishment. Say if you’ve previously done some criminal things or just aren’t liked by the System the flag will be red and be prioritized for human as opposed to AI observation as there are those who exist still solely in order to try and get one over as they find increasingly cleverer and clever loop holes due to the ingenuity that comes with possessing a Soul that, on some level, intuits the nature of the Game they’re in.

If you’re just a regular, honest person that falls within the accepted levels of tolerance then the regular low power processing kicks in and the databanks of the centralized business with its stock operation and fulfillment teams of algorithmic machinery notice you as a blip, walking around picking up that and this. Each item you select is automatically added up and once you’re done you simply walk off the premises. Thats it. As you can imagine in this future they’re building crime of the small variety is almost nil as there is no way to escape the ever present eyes of the System. Yet and still, many do attempt because that rebellious spirit is within, no matter how much they tried to eradicate it. Getting back to the current moment and the harbinger of this tech that is used in so many gymnasiums and the like in a far more primitive sense:

Imagine the selfsame thing exists as the entrance and exit of the Game you’re within. Not for nothing during the times of the Old Kingdom was it impressed upon the awareness of all within that at the moment of death ones Soul is placed on the scales and must balance against a feather in order to gain exit. Ergo, you came with nothing and must retain all of it with no excess to transcend. If you don’t? Like that girl who was taken for the ride of her life by one who means one thing and says something else to play with her awareness for his own benefit and carried this hot coal of bitterness all the way from back then to her death. To her, what happens? Imagine the sound of a Redneck “You best bring that back from where you done got it” because there is but a finite amount of energy in this engineered realm. You can play with it as much as you want whilst on the premises but to leave with it is unthinkable and thus you’ll be sent in on a mission of reincarnation.

Thing is this time you’re already born with this nagging sense of mistrust about this realm that you can’t quite place and don’t even attempt to question as you’re too busy being brainwashed by the System. Again. You may fall for the exact same thing again, due to priming, and thus accrue yet more spiritual baggage for which you’ll be turned away again. How many times do you think you’ve read this text because I’m certain you’ve grasped the implications of this on a plane far beyond your intellect that instantly comprehends the logic and veracity of what I’ve said. Some, after a while, catch on and think “Wait a minute” and its often something as commonplace as deja vu which allows them to gasp as they grasp the true meaning of “coincidence” with the universe winking at them asking them to look within and spot the rhyme behind the reason. After that all bets are off and the Game is on because its true nature is revealed and thus you aim to jettison all that is not Me in its purest sense. Along the way as you pick over the Patterns of energetic imprints that were impressed into your awareness in lives both current and previous along with future as well (Time is flat circle when seen from the fourth dimension because all that ever could happen in this realm does in one instance hence all the spiritual references to snakes and worms to those disconnected from their multidimensional magnificence at this stage and level of the Game).

As you sift the pure milk of Inner Sense from the polluted waters of the System that Adulterated it, time and again, you automatically start questioning the narrative of everything – just like the child you were and still are once did. Funny, isn’t it? Just like the Emperor who was actually naked the unfiltered awareness and expression of the children poses the greatest threat and that is why its slaughtered so quick as parents line up to feed their kids to the System in an old form of sacrifice dressed in a new skin and surrounded by a fresh narrative as the Current Thing which demands obedience to progress in this realm.

See what I mean about them imagining bridges that they than have you build so you end up exactly where they intend? Ah, there is beauty in its ugliness. I’ve got to hand it to them as its so efficient that even the Germans would be impressed. Maybe that is why they were searching around the icecaps before being paperclipped and why both regimes actually operate under the same symbols and intent but those caught up in the jingo don’t realize the nature of the trick. Another topic, we may get into this as we progress.

None of this is possible without your consent, on some level, and acceptance of what they’re selling. Its a fantastic way to exploit the process of free will by flipping it into free won’t instead as you’re offered a double bind situation designed to engender weakness akin to “Heads, I win. Tales, you lose” so no matter what you pick you get the short end of the stick that prods you along to the place they always intend. Ah, its so sinfully wicked and yet entirely optional and thus their own Souls don’t gain a thing. Not that they possess them, they long ago pledged them to other interests in exchange for lineal control and influence in this realm aka those who walk above the law and urinate on your head. Thats also a far deeper topic and one that also hasn’t been hidden if you aren’t symbolically illiterate as they literally have a sign with the painting of the devil under which is written “I’m rocking with him, what you gonna do about it?”. You’ll see and when you do you’ll get exactly what I meaning about the true nature of the Game, at least on this level. I can’t speak for the rest because they think so different.

Imagine a time on this planet when people saw others as aspects of themselves. This is why so many old cultures bowed their head in respect at meetings as they acknowledged that which was pure within. Can you imagine anyone with this kind of thinking stealing or trespassing? It would be pointless because they comprehend they are doing it to themselves. Not only was life on Earth far more pleasant due to this resonance it also means that when you stepped to the exit and all was present and correct you could choose, of your own free will and not some cheap trick of influence, to step back in for another spin or be on with your adventures beyond this realm of limitation where you came to play hide and seek with your awareness. Proofs of this are strewn through the true history of the planet which they relegate to folklore and myth whilst they propagate a narrative designed to glorify their ancestors as you direct your attention at them. Consider:

You have no clue who your grandparents grandparents were or what they witnessed but I bet you could name loads of others that have no direct link due to how much they’ve been pushed into your head since you were a kid and very impressionable. The people who cross these bridges in their imagination of whom I’m speaking are an immense family in the sense that they have cousins, brothers and sisters across all the pretend boundaries of religion, language and race. They know this well and the only thing they hate more than each other are their Slaves. Thing is they are quick to come together in solidarity should anyone choose to attack them as they know the odds are stacked firmly against their limited numbers so they rely on slick little tricks like a brainwashed populace that would happily die to protect them as they think they’re invested in something else which purportedly strengthens them but actually weakens instead. Its all very slick, clever and twisted and may seem complicated from the outside looking in when just glancing but once you start loosening the knots and feeling the familiar newness innocence brings the phrase “light as a feather” takes on a new meaning as you see through the chancery that defines the lives of those roped into living and thinking in ways that encourage their ignorance of Self and thus aren’t in their best interests when it comes to exiting the Game and enjoying the rest of what is on offer in higher dimensions beyond this paltry, epheremal experience replete with suffering.

So take a look around at all of these bridges I’ve erected in your head thanks to the power of text and imagination and consider the implications of the many threads that were thrown together and weave your own narrative. Compare and contrast this to your experience, intuition and gut feeling about this realm and see what makes the most sense because all I can offer you is the truth as I’ve seen it because I, like you, am stuck in the flesh for the moment. The difference is I’ve been working on escape for as long as I can recollect and have brushed up against the Slave Masters more than a little bit and each interaction gifts me with more and more insight into them and the nature of this realm and this I’m sharing to assist those who’ve had enough of the business of living and being a commodity that generates so many streams of dividends that it would make your head spin because the one who built those biometric doors to enter and exit certainly didn’t make the rest obvious and that speaks clearly of his intent as well as what is important when it comes to leaving this living artwork we’re trapped in.

Till we meet again

The Difference Between Religion, Spirituality and Gnosis

To a casual onlooker it may seem that I not only diss but am dismissive of religion. That isn’t entirely correct because, once again, it comes down to resolution. For example, check what I said about my perspective on Jesus being crucified on the hill and see if you catch my drift as its my firm belief that every single scriptural text in this realm is encoded with several layers of meaning. In many ways there are levels to this which are akin to the solid, liquid and gas transition or, if we flip, you could imagine a cloud floating overhead that looks at a stream, flowing, and the glacier that is created.

Do you think the chunk of ice could contemplate such things at such a dense state of vibration or would that realization be nigh on impossible? Thats the difference between religion, spirituality and gnosis to me because the former introduces concepts beyond this realm in a way which is akin to training wheels for those attempting cycling whilst the next is akin to the “Look Ma, watch this!” as you gain confidence and explore the concepts in a tangible sense versus academic concepts. Beyond this hill is where one truly develops wings and sips the nectar of gnosis which renders the past two as irrelevant and outmoded or, to continue the meta, where you do supercool tricks like this with an effortless precision which is nigh on impossible to those still wobbling along gaining balance:

As you can probably guess there is an immense sense of thrill that this mastery begets but its also the reason why such Souls are, traditionally, classed and infidels and often shunned by the rest as the main problem I have with religion is that is, first and foremost, a business and second, a control mechanism. Slipping these surly chains that promise freedom can take many incarnations but eventually the Soul clicks the trick and chooses different options which then reveals the script as life is a hierarchy of scams, nested. What? You Thunk it ends at death? Guess again, my friend, because if you’ve spent your entire life coloring in between the lines, pre-set, and never, ever dared spill ink upon a blank canvas then what do you expect to get when you come face to faceless with your ignorance, unexamined, that is then used as a weapon to lure you back into the flesh for another spin? Thats the 8 billion Soul question, yes? And yet, who lives to tell the tale of a brush with death? Well, it just so happens…

Did you know that, way back when, there were an elect sect of folk known as the Gnostics and they sketched out a template to higher realms in their quest for liberation? They were, as you’d expect, killed for daring to go against those who preach spiritual by lips but actually crave power and influence via fists as they enforce their iron grip on the hearts and minds of their congregation. In many ways modern life is akin to two wolves and a sheep debating on what to eat next but thats another topic.

They weren’t the only ones who spoke of the trials and travails the weary Soul faces after death as both the Egyptians and Tibetans penned their own discourses about it as well as countless myths and legends from all corners of the planet. Things like this along with a glimpse at the world how it is really makes me question the intent of who (or what) is at the helm because I once met what can only be termed as spiritual relatives in an altered state of consciousness and how they wept at that fact that my unfinite awareness was wrapped in skin but also they celebrated at the fact that I realized this and was on my quest for liberation. Thats the difference between religion, spirituality and gnosis in the most practical sense because one is akin to a detailed recipe which brings an insane amount of information of what you may one day be tasting whereas the next involves actually doing for Self in the kitchen and using the ingredients you possess with your current level of skill. The latter is becoming a chef that goes above and beyond the rest and, in the end, there is a reason why they use an omelette as the test because (like drawing a perfect circle) the simplest things are often the hardest and that brings us nicely to the paradox of living in which the ignorance they sell for free is most expensive, in the end, whereas the lonely path of Self development brings ultimate resonance with the all of everything.

Look around at the world. 8 billion living hostages. Most of whom are firmly convinced they are human and they believe, one hundred percent, the script in their head and what it says. Anyone who disagrees or asks a tough question is, by default, an infidel and thus must be dealt with. Taking it back to the meta you see this mindset as ice scared of melting that can’t wait to speed freeze their children into the same resonance as they hear tales of flowing liquid whilst ignoring the fact their seed possesses this an abundance upon stepping in. They say the danger with blindspots is exactly what they promise but what if, like your optic nerve, that point is what actually provides vision but the image is then flipped, edited and re-presented to your consciousness? Actually, thats a great bit:

What remains constant from one life to the next or, if you don’t believe in reincarnation, is the same when you’re asleep in bed or sitting in the office? Its a state I call the Witness. As the name suggests this resonance just observes and, like a dog, it innerstands plenty even though its communication is limited. Such is the nature of the trick called being human because the more time you spend getting familiar with its frequency the quicker the deception of reality starts failing as its a real life glitch in the Matrix. I mean, did you ever have to write lines as punishment back in school? I know I did and even after pointing out to Miss that requesting I push the pen to state:

“I will not backchat the teacher“.

Was telling me to do exactly this hence her face turning beet red when I asked her not to imagine a yellow elephant as proof positive that negative assertions do the flip and thus she was, in effect, responsible for the genesis of a nemesis via her own ignorance. School is really, really strange isn’t it? I mean you don’t need to teach a fish to swim or a bird to flap its wings but humans must be molded and shaped via methods that created nothing but misery for most of them in order to fit in to a creation that most certainly isn’t natural and doesn’t have their best interests beating in the void of its chest. That too is another topic but one that is Self evident to one filled with Inner Sense because there is obviously something quite incorrect about this sketch and the worst thing is those who did will say I’m the problem for noticing! Ironic.

The difference between religion, spirituality and gnosis is reflected within the age of your Soul because whilst donkeys may live to be a ripe old age it doesn’t mean wisdom is standard equipment and yet I firmly believe that every single child that steps into this realm is a genius in potential. Then its trained out of them and they are told to sit still, look ahead and do well on the test or their parents will frown and this causes them to feel dejected. See how slick and evil that trick is and how what sits in the middle pimps both ends of the spectrum? Thats religion.

Spirituality is the breaking of these chains by daring to look within, study other scripts, find what is common and difference then reality testing the perspectives to see what fits. You are, in effect, removing an off the peg fit in a quest for something you, your Self, tailor. These days many do this with chemical assists and, sad to say, they’re engaging in little more than psychedelic masturbation. Why do I say this? Simple, a great boxing trainer once expressed an amazing metaphor about punching and protecting your dish like stealing apples from your opponent:

“It doesn’t count till you bring it back to your lips because he’s trying to do the same thing”.

The same goes for meditation as well as yoga and various other practices as there are plenty faking the funk and yet still possess countless followers trying to emulate them. Lipstick spirituality and saying what you want to hear is a big grift and extension of the original shell Game mentioned as we live in a world of sixty second that and instant this whereas I know there are no shortcuts, only circumcisions. The true adept is, quite literally, declaring war on his (false) self and this can involve a billion and one things and various methods to achieve this end. Let me give you a starter for eleven:

  • Start using your non dominant hand for everything, notice what happens.
  • Change all of your eating habits so if its veg from incep then tuck into some flesh for a specific time period and record your shifts in awareness.
  • If you drink, embrace sobriety down to the level of no sugar or even a cup of tea and other stimulants.
  • Disconnect from the net and all things electronic.
  • Notice what does the noticing and see if you noticed you are it in all of these experiments.
  • If you sex, frequently, try celibacy. Flip if the diff and that itself can present a massive challenge as you come face to face with invisible blockages in your lower energetic centers that you otherwise would never have addressed and instead dressed in coping mechanisms.
  • Argue the opposite point of what you believe and see if you can convince your Self its a worthy topic to investigate at length.

A lot of these, when implemented, show you there are other options outside of the well worn groove in your head but the thing is with a familiar devil who knows you best its hard to escape the clutch of a force so seductive that it can lull you into an altered state of consciousness that is then enforced by society, friends and family who chant “One of us! One of us!” most dedicatedly. Actually, thats a great topic because you’ll often note that should you dare to edit or even flip the script you generate an immense sense of discomfort in those still plugged in to the old way of doing things hence the:

“You used to be such a good boy“.

Trend of conversation as that is the System speaking via their lips and each Soul on the quest for liberation is a threat to its hegemony. Say, isn’t it interesting how that spell combines the imagery of fences and currency? What if reality was akin to running a maze made of such things and the simplest way to escape a labyrinth is to place one hand on the wall and simply keep walking. The very act of being grounded, present and persistent can produce miracles and those three are the exact opposite of what the web and modern life is promoting which is another topic for consideration as tadpoles born to frogs held hostage think swimming around in bowls that are heated in kitchens is perfectly normal. That rite, alone, tells you all you need to know about the intelligence at the helm that gets paid, real well, from making the smart, stupid. I mean, have you ever noticed that the more educated a man is the less potential he has for any truly creative or original thinking due to the fact that he’s spent a lifetime getting patted on his head for regurgitating what someone else said and another expected? Its a very, very strange paradigm and one that makes many uncomfortable when examined as it suggests they have, somehow, been fooled, tricked and hoodwinked. Most will never admit this, not even to themselves and this is why certain scams work so well as people will keep recruiting others into the shady pyramid or trapezoid because they want to be rich/powerful/spiritually correct:

They say the older the trick, the better it is because most won’t believe so many have fell for something so ancient and simple. Do you know what a Reality Tunnel is? You should, you’re in one at the moment. This leads us back to the Witness. The I Am presence. The “None come to Father than through I” as well as “We are closer to thee than your jugular vein” made flesh. You are this, my friend, and it can only be truly accessed in the present moment but that gift is often wrapped in paper laced with fear and dread which is what those at the helm know best as its all traumatic mind control programming since back when the sky fell and people all around the planet etched petroglyphs like this for no apparent reason:

In related news, here’s Apu:

Don’t you think its interesting that they nixed one of the few melated faces from this series at the behest of a few digital crickets that were loudly chirping that they found his presence offensive? Consider the fact that he either graduated at the head of Caltech (thats the Calcutta Technical Institute. What? Expect something else?) or attended MIT (Mumbai Institute of Tantric Sex) and used the proceeds of a card scam to get fake SAT scores that led to him landing in Springfield where he retails convenience to the locals for profit.

“Thank you, come again!”.

I mean, isn’t that what the vast majority of brown skins gone West did, in some respect? The fact that there was a stereotype that addressed this, and well, on mainstream television along with showing the hours he puts in to keep his wife and kids fed along with various other details was reduced to:

“Me, Brown. Apu bad. Make me mad!” (shakes fist).

And had corporates cowering shows the nature of resolution that I mentioned as it took something far more subtle and then used a sledgehammer to nutcrack it. I mention this as most religious discussion and online commentary in general follows the same premise and thus its rife with manipulation. I mean, did you know the net is packed with bots and all of them are designed to push a narrative that encourages group think and subtle forms of coercion that are helped along with other tricks of reality shaping in which most never, ever step outside their bubble and consider it perfect? Thats the equivalent of religion, in a sense. Spirituality comes from those who actually engage in real life discussions or active mooting in the flesh as well as arguing devils advocate because, why the hell not? Next comes the step of gnosis in which one comprehends there is only one universal consciousness that manifests as the Witness which is each persons own wavelength and portal of awareness as they click they have never met a stranger in this realm (or touched an atom) as they merely interact with figments of their imagination that are projected from within and how, without them, none of this exists as its their attention that causes waves of potential to collapse and seem solid.

Resolution is the key to all of this and its amazing because, on this level, we have those who have the potential for liberation mixed in with with literal NPCs in the sense that they are missing the mothership connection which is not to dis them but to mention that not everything that walks in the skin in truly human as there are plenty, usually in positions of power, that demonstrate this real well but thats an immense topic and it leads back, yet again, to the image at the head of this article along with an interesting observation gained, back when, as I pushed the pen in after school punishment:

After a while of writing the same thing again the words stopped having any form of meaning. They literally fell apart on the page and all I ascribed to these symbols of text was, seemingly, wiped from my consciousness and, in its stead, was a totally different and greatly expanded state of awareness that appeared to dwell beneath the surface. This became the highlight of said sessions and I couldn’t wait to get familiar with this essence and that, in many respects, was when I first met the Witness so I guess I did learn something from school.

Just not what they intended.

Till we meet again

Encoded or Decoding?

As I lay there, dying, I saw what could be termed as the veil or Hamlets mill that spins and makes like on Earth what it is. What was fascinating about this blip that has us in its grip is that it was akin to the interaction of two waves to create an interference pattern. Imagine a telescope thats a microscope as well combined with a Magic Eye pic that shows one of two things, depending upon the resonance of the Witness, and you’d have a pretty crappy approximation of what is, truly, ineffable.

Basically this algorithm runs this bish and, via it, we are the playthings of the Archons which is to say:

Encoded or decoding?

When you were first born up until around, say, six you were decoding. Its what you did best which is why “Why?” was the first thing from your lips. As always there are levels to this as some skim the surface and are content with the answers they get whereas others need to stick a fork in the electrical socket and feel for themselves. Some take apart whatever interests and then may or may not be able to put Humpty back again, much to their parents chagrin. That mindset should actually be cherished as it shows a true and raw form of intelligence that this world is sorely lacking. Nikola Tesla was a living, breathing example of this and his glimpse beyond the veil when he once danced with death whilst swimming and attempting to show off for friends. The truth of the matter is, as the tele/micro suggests, is that certain people are born to do this and Teslas heritage was tinged with a type of madness that I believe is what he mastered to create his inventions. In many ways the so called schizophrenic is actually a misfiring mystic who attempts to navigate higher realms using an earthbound GPS which is bound to cause a mess, yes?

Thats encoding and its issues because had I not been open, Centered and resonant as the Witness there is a high chance my brush with death may have hit the target and painted a new pic in which I exited stage left. One of the most interesting things about this experience was, as I was taking all of this in, an observation “swam” through my disembodied consciousness and said (without uttering a thing):

“He is dying”.

No emotion, no flex. Just a simple observation and with this I became aware of my flesh with a pained expression as the air was choking and vital fluids were leaking from various aspects that really should be kept within. What came next was me rushing back into this as I became aware I was pushing a point on my upper lip with some strength. Next came a range of automatic movements that sent me on a quest to find out what just happened and how I’d relinked my awareness to flesh using intent, motion and subtle energetics. That took nearly a decade but, in a twist most ironic, I actually found what I was seeking right away but ignored it as I fancied the side quests and thus to a while to check and reality test the message. In the day to day for the average man reading what I’m saying is this:

You don’t see such a dramatic example to shift your resonance. Sure, for some it would help, and this is why all ancient cultures had a stress test moment of initiation in which boys became men. The modes differed but the end result was identical:

A shift in consciousness and coming face to face with what was hidden within as one unlearned the BS they’d inherited and became a law unto themselves. These days we look at that phrase with negative connotations due to the machinations of the System but, back then, it meant you could hear your own drummer, the tune that he beats and then you made the Path by walking. Some were born to hunt, others were artists, a man discovered he could communicate with the dead whilst sleeping and started getting familiar with expanded states of consciousness which was the genesis of the Shamanistic tradition. Say what you will but, to me, it sure beats being programmed to run the psychosocial treadmill as a butcher, baker or candlestick maker but then you could say thats the point of all of this as they had an internal OS that was of the age and stage they played whereas, now, we have a special type of ignorance they present as wisdom for the plebs.

The Tsunami was a great example of this. Did you know that every single animal – besides human – did run for the hills on the day when the ocean swelled as most folks were tucking in to their Christmas celebrations? Thats a great example of what kicks when one cannot hear the Psylense and, in many ways, the greatest challenge for this stage is going against the grain of this induced mass ignorance and becoming Centered in Self. This is why I say thanks to the Slave/Masters for this strange form of initiation as it upped my resolution to a whole nother level and thus assisted my evolution as it force fed my craving for emancipation which, in turn, means I can assist the rest in Knowing the Ledge as only what came in can step:

Pure consciousness.

The rest of the crap will keep you stuck to the wheel of time because those things are the Archons projections of resonance that affect your awareness via their presence like a red tint on clear light. Many who die get so used to the Adulteration that they see the symbol in front of them and rush toward it and thus don’t realize they’ve fell for a deception that should be transcended. This is why attachment is the root cause of suffering because until you click you are an aspect of the all of everything and your presence is a prime mover and shaker of this realm then its so easy to get pimped. Just like Hollywood and beautiful women (and men) that have done some pretty ugly things on the road to riches and diamond rings. Like I said elsewhen:

You run an iron maze. They sit an sing in a golden cage which seems real alluring to the ones tuning in to the feature presentation but if you Knew what truly kicks you’d do your best to keep your distance as not all that glimmers is Au which links to the sacred syllable that could shake the crap out of your head as it reconnects your chest, like a true alchemist. Don’t you think its odd that they use the term “Ohm” to measure resistance? What about if you flip the sound? Does it surprise you to click this is the same sound cows make, au naturale, which drops hints at why some of the most advanced civilizations that did flourish, once upon a when, did worship them as resonantors of the unfinite. Food for thought, scrape the dish because you’re either encoded or decoding in this realm and the fact that domesticated animals have smaller brains than their wild equivalent should offer an interesting tangent for investigation. Unless you have the cranial capacity of one who tilts stagecoaches for a living…

Did you know that modern brains are around thirteen percent smaller than they were a hundred K ago? I’d be willing to bet if they did that test with the TikTok gen they’d find that slope even more intense. Exactly as intended. The tele/micro strikes again! Say, did you pick up on the hint that this large and small process hides within not one but two aspects of the techno revolution that led to this stage of the Game? Like I said, a fractal. In but not of, just visiting is preferable otherwise the Game doth have ones Soul in its grip and it shall not relent for what is a movie without viewers? Nothing. Or, to be more precise, no thing. It may come as a surprise to no one that when it comes to the old gray matter the Chinese lead the race but the reasons for this can be quite surprising:

Their language is one of the most complex as its tonal ergo its not just whats said but how and this means ones internal resolution – as programmed via vibration – is far greater than one that is more simplistic. There is a reason I call English, Devilish, because it is as the sheer amount of Independence Days those crazy white boys have gifted to those lands laced with melanin. Its OK, its not racist to tell the truth, just yet, but there are some patterns they’d rather you didn’t detect. By the way, thats another hallmark of genius. And schizophrenia as well. Keep taking your meds! If even if the drugs don’t work and just make you worse, in the end…

Getting back to the land of the dragon where, once upon a when, the people were forcefed opium and HSBC laundered the profits for Queen and kingdom. Did you know the reason they’re so good at math is because the internal OS I mentioned is pre-prepped to excel when it comes to crunching digits? Walk with me for a moment:

Rice farming takes diligence and, most of all, cooperation with your neighbors as you need to flood and drain with waves of resonance. Wheat, on the flip, is much more individualistic as one fam can handle their biz plus innovation is rewarded. USA! USA!

Now, add into the mix what I mentioned about linguistics because Chinese numbers are shorter and thus easier to recollect or pronounce in your head plus their modifiers are more regulated. I mean, why no “eleventeen”? If six becomes sixty why isn’t two times ten twoty? Its obstacles like this that have you running a mental triathlon whilst they’re sprinting. Its also the reason why I’ve said that anyone who speaks only English is a Slave till the end because the true nature of this spell (with its rites and cursive) is really quite wicked as its half of a language which is then flipped, edited and inverted to create these fragments you’re currently decoding via the glyphs on the screen to create a voice in your head. Luckily for you I’m sending out intuitive energetics impressed in each article in the same respect that you can be feeling glum and depressed then meet someone who ups your wavelength by providing a new spin which leaves you wondering why you were stressing over things that, in the the end, are irrelevant. Thats the Reality Tunnel, in full effect. How few stop to question it and even less wonder who etched the blueprint and gave them the shovel, ya dig?

This is decoding. Don’t be afraid to look stupid as that is how you exorcise your ignorance as the true genius asks questions for he comprehends that each misstep is how the Path of Power is paved in the end because after you’ve stuck that fork in the socket and felt it coursing through your veins you probably won’t do that again more than a couple of times but it could just spark an interest in electronics which makes on wonder why salamanders can regrow limbs so you try an experiment in which you run current through the flesh of those who are wound healing and draw conclusions of interest which are flipped into slipping growing plants a bit of voltage. Did you know that the amount of EM noise that encircles the planet has increased an infinite amount since the Eighties? I’d be willing to bet that if one created a time machine and leapt out of it this would be the first thing they noticed as, like frogs in a kitchen, its hard to tell when the temp has been increased in increments but tele/micro strikes again!

Man, we’ve covered a bit of everything in this but its in with keeping of the script as its all interlinked but varying forms of resonance. For example, I’m a synesthesiac, a synesthesiac that for suuuuuuuuuuuuure:

That means I ain’t wired like the rest because when I smell things I see pics and I don’t mean anything obviously interlinked but images that form complex tapestries of symbolism, abstracted from what presents. Like anything you can do, real well, you don’t pay much attention to it and it was only when I got into scents and noticed that loads of people said “Man, you described that perfect. It smells exactly as you said” as I shared my perspect that got me wondering. For example, when you listen to music do you find a visual accompaniment in your head offering a multi-sensory, real time translation of resonance? How does depression taste? Do these two words sound the same in your brain or are there different associations and sensations created as you encode the dataset?

Things like this are why I say “Know thy Self” again and again because the inner realms are ridiculously fascinating when it comes to the whole thing of being human and how we stitch together our imperience in ways, invisible, that the presents a fragment of the process to our consciousness like there are no alternatives or options.

Encoded or decoding?

And with that said, take a look at these two images and then tell which one is Bouba, perfect, and who is more resonant as Kiki in your head?

See, we all do it, in some sense as most would’ve linked B to the rounder and K to the sharpest. Taken to another level you know which one would taste sweet whilst the other has a tinge of sourness, yes? Ancient cultures were well aware of this and there was a whole protocol of resonance when it came to picking a childs name as this constant reinforcement of wavelength and pitch could bring out the very best or worst in them. A deeper aspect is why so many pro athletes, boxers especially, have an alter ego which, in the case of Sugar Ray, was most telling as he said:

“Before a fight even begins I can tell who is going to win based on who stares back from my eyes when I’m in the room, changing”.

Think about it. Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson all just happened to pop up at the same stage and were on the same page when it came to bursting onto the scene from nothing, taking no prisoners in their quest for dominance whilst stamping their name in the Game as synonymous with fame, acclaim and talent that will never, ever be replicated. Come on man, do the Knowledge. There is more, way more happening to manifest this as the tele/micro attests. Take Mike, for example, there was a time when the world thought he was a cold, heartless brute that hit with intent to kill but the truth of the matter is he was a fat, sensitive kid in the grip of intense emotions. We all, in many ways, wear masks to get by and there are some professional actors on this stage that intend to goad performances from the rest that may or may not be in their best interests…

Whatever the hell is happening it really is quite fascinating but sad, in the same instance, as so many are firmly convinced they’re awake when, in reality, they’re sleep walking. If a man entered your dream and said:

“The Game of Souls has you, my friend. You are currently plugged in to such a convincing illusion that it can effortlessly hold billions in its grip as you live, die, are mindwiped then do it all again and again and again. I’m here to share the message that the only constant between all of those incarnations is your ticket out of this realm and that is the present moment”.

Would you want to stone him to death or would you stop to unwrap the gift he mentioned? What if that prize was wrapped in fear, dread and the mere thought of it caused stress that motivated you away from it? What then? What if that was the second greatest trick and the first was the Devil himself convinced you you’re him (or flipped) via that voice in your head which, right now, is saying:

“Pay no heed to what the man says about the one behind the curtain as its pure metaphysical BS and bears no correlation to what is actually happening as you and me are one and the same thing”.

But are you, really? If so then riddle me this:

Can you be a sound, spoken, when you are that which listens? What if these spells and rites were actually suggestions that you were free to accept or reject? What then? What if the worlds greatest secret isn’t even that well hidden as its what they used to plug you in because the first rule of good business is being an indispensable middle man and this trick is as old as it is effective as it underpins everything from language to religion as well as the metaphysics of consciousness hence there is but one thing, itself “no thing”, that is everything in this realm and you, my friend, are a fractal expression of it that manifests as human in this very instance and you either Know the Ledge and decode what I said or keep on half stepping on the psychosocial treadmill that was etched in your head, back when, as the way to get “ahead”.

Why isn’t that “aheart”?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

The Red Heifer Sacrifice

One of things I’ve learned in the Game is that it doesn’t matter what you believe but what they choose to invest in often offers immense hints about whats really happening when it comes to the script and simulation thanks to the emotional leverage provided by directed consciousness. Check:

You’ve heard me mention before that the single most defining trait of a Slave is that they only speak English, yes? You may have also noted that I often call this forked tongue “Devilish” as well. The reason for this is the fact that I know its half a language that is flipped then inverted and further obfuscated by contradictory definitions and all kinds of tricks in order to ensure that most never, ever click the rites and spells that are oh so cursive and slick when it comes to coding your internal OS. “What language did they use to perform this?” I hear the astute question.

I’ll let you tell it. Do the Knowledge, its worth the investment. Anywhen, if the very words, frequencies and labels you are using to define everything you know about this realm have, themselves, been corrupted via an intent that obviously intelligent but also most subtle then how can you really trust the perceptions offered via this altered state of consciousness? You can’t. Just look at the sheer chaos this tiny little island (who waves triple crosses in your dish to speak of their intent toward the symbol illiterate) has spread across the entire planet and consider what the Native Americans said before they were almost driven to extinction and you may just draw the links. What does that have to do with anything? Simple:

The red bull sacrifice.

Now that term, in most heads, makes them link wings with the image, yes? Such is the power of advertising as the subconscious is programmed via three things:

Repetition, trauma and symbols.

These are the basis of the global ritual language of which things like MK-Ultra are only the public facing spectacle from which tiny segments are presented to the masses who don’t even comprehend what kicks as they refuse to recognize they’re being fed upon by a predator of consciousness that has convinced them man sits at the apex. I wonder how it did this? Could it be via the voice in their head? I suspect it is. How many, dear reader, do you think comprehend they cannot be this presence and its suggestions as they are obviously that which listens. Can you hear the Psylense?

Like BIG said, before they killed him:

“I’ve been in this Game for years, it made me an animal. There’s rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual. A step-by-step booklet for you to get Your Game on track, not your wig pushed back“

Because there are certain steps that follow a logical precision when it comes to the true nature of the simulation as there are various forces at play, beyond most peoples comprehension, that really, really want to steer the worldview in their direction. Its spiritual warfare, One Oh One and that term, from my lens, means consciousness because that is who you truly are in, before and after this realm. Do the Knowledge. Now, lets pretend these notorious ones that direct the action and like to spread the talent on their casting couches on private islands and the rest also did the same thing and wrote a script to pass on to future generations about what kicked and how to handle it. In magicians terms its called a “grimoire” and it works just like BIG said. If you haven’t seen this yet I’d recommend you peep it:

Basically, if you follow the instructions of the chef you can prep the dish he mentions. Simple as. Now, obviously these types of skills are coded and hidden under various allegories and symbols so the profane can glimpse and not comprehend. If you add into the mix a time when the single minded will link and form global connections its far better to ensure they fritter away this daisy chaining potential on arguments and distractions than discussing topics like this, yes? Like I said, they’ve been in this Game for years with the intent to make man an animal. The rules to this stage were penned in a manual. The name? The Bible and various other texts.

Thats why I said its irrelevant what you Thunk and what they invest in is worth considering as its what they use to influence the rest and, like I previously mentioned, Jesus is nothing more and nothing less than a metaphor for your Christ Consciousness which is, daily, being crucified and resurrected inside the dome of your head. Do the Knowledge. Do the Knowledge, my friend, as your Soul depends on it for you are in a realm where your mind is behind enemy lines and you allowed their pen to write your internal operating system. Now thats out of the way lets get to the main thing:

The red heifer sacrifice.

From back when people have always believed the end times were a coming and many were hell bent on immanentizing the eschaton. Well, theeyyyyyrrrr’eeeeee heeeeerrrreeeee. What do I mean by this? Lets run the timeline back a bit:

A while ago a few shiny red bulls were donated to Israel by some Texans. Handily enough they perfectly fulfilled the spec of what was needed for an animal sacrifice that would pave the way, via bloodshed, to the rebuilding of the long promised Temple that will usher the messianic age in. Problem is, that real estate is currently occupied by Muslims. Whoopsies! No biggie because, just like Palestine, their god says its perfectly fine to kill anyone who isn’t aligned with his whims and the accomplishment of his missions. In reference that is like me going up to some ghetto kids who see a rich man, stunting, and saying:

“Hey there, worship me and I say what is his shall be yours for I am certainly generous. All you got to do is murder him to death and steal his possessions. Don’t worry about the Feds, I’ll handle this because, you could say, the fix is in. Know what I’m saying, wink, wink. Do you accept my covenant?”.

And, nine out of eleven, they’d be with it as they too want to be rich and have shiny things so why not take it instead of making it. Actually, if, in this example, I truly was a decent dude I’d show them how to get rich which, in the greater context of one claiming to be a supreme being, would link with manifesting a brand new, perfect piece of land in a prime location for his chosen people to live in bliss. That didn’t happen, did it? Instead you’ve got the West split into three main fragments where all of the adherents are linked to Abraham and yet all believe different things as they fight over the same place and cause rivers to run red, until… Until the promised bull steps in which is happening as you’re reading this text. By the way, did I mention there were whispers of genetic manipulation and certain types of breeding to ensure they fit the spec? Spirit and letter, yes? Food for thought, scrape the dish.

Chapter Nineteen of the Book of Numbers (ironic, isn’t it?) says they need a heifer which is red, three years and a month old that has never worked or been injured in order to bring about the end of the world as we know it. Those shiny red heifers were delivered, when? Can you guess? Yep, a couple of years ago.

Ain’t that something? So, the prophetic animals were dropped in and this, no doubt, links with the immense amount of energetics the whole world has pumped in to the same term and symbol since we are inside a fractal and one thing can have many facets as its the same process manifesting in ways that are, thus, predictable and influenceable because what the masses hold to be true, the simulation brings into view. Lets just recap a bit:

We have an old, religious text that billions of Souls believe in like their life depends on it. It doesn’t matter if they’ve read or comprehend it as they simply signed their name behind the X on the spiritual census and that is akin to clicking past the terms and conditions to use the app you wanted whilst, inadvertently, selling your essence to Gamestation conglomerate. Look it up, it actually happened.

The devil, as always, is in the details, it seems. So, we have billions of people who say “Yep, mhmm. Whatever is in this text, I’m with it” and it says “Bring about the end of the world and mass religious conflict by killing a red heifer of this age in this location” then add, on top of this, the sheer amount of people that voted their consent by spending their money on the same symbol in an energy drink and you have quiet a large pool of investment in one concept, yes? Am I reaching or is that Self evident? You best start believing in the Apocalypse because you’re living in it!

So, these cows landed, were ushered in and then whisked away to a place that was secret and never heard of again. Until the time was ripe for the preparations to be made and, amazingly, Hamas swooped in with their conflict on October Seventh even though this news was barely reported in the press or TV sets of Israel. Ain’t that something? The groundwork was set, the conflict is brewing and the red heifer is growing toward its final destination of sacrificial offering that will usher in end of daze, which can only be a good thing, really, as people will finally see how they are sleepwalking and under the influence of an intelligence they don’t comprehend. Maybe.

January brings the fireworks, as expected but I predict that from the end of March Twenty Twenty Fifth up to mid September its probable we’ll see some barbecue action kick in and global beef taken to another level because the planned renovations of temple mount can’t happen without booting out those currently living. Ruh-roh! I do wonder where the resurrected Messiah fits into all of this because wasn’t he supposed to make an appearance? The second, and longest, chapter of the Quran is named “The Heifer” and speaks on the same deal but with one interesting detail:

It says the bull needs to be yellow.

Isn’t than an interesting sync with this:

Which makes me think of this:

That was pimped by everyone from the ancient Egyptians, Mesopotamians and Zoroastrians up to the Judeans, Greeks, various secret organizations and plenty of corporations:

Like I said, we’re in a fractal and it seems to be coming to a point of convergence as now you have not just the text but also all of these symbols previously mentioned that have been energized, time and again, by pure consciousness which is akin to ticking the terms and conditions box to gain access without reading the small print. You really have to wonder about the nature of the script that runs all of this because how can you claim things are organic when you literally stage manage them with said events? The craziest thing about this is how people across the planet just seemed to lose their minds, on cue, and got buckwild with rioting when, a moment ago, they were chilling. Does that kind of hint that we’re in a simulation and, if so, wouldn’t this be a good time to check your state of awareness in order to see the notes of the song the man with the drum is banging as we head toward the apocalypse. To add further sprinkles to an already incredible dish I want you to consider that, just recently, a special white buffalo was born in Yellowstone that was named Returns Sacred by the Lakota who have been awaiting its appearance as it signals the need for man to have his things in check and get back in realignment as well as the presence signifies a lot wrong with the planet.

As I’ve said before, I don’t watch the news as its bad for your health but this was something that came to my attention due to my interest in religion as it was bought up in conversation where one wished to hear my perspective and the above is that, off rip.

I’ve said before that what the masses hold to be true, the simulation brings into view and when you take all of the above into context it certainly seems a whole load of effort has gone in over an immense span of time. But there is one vital ingredient that makes it all possible:

Your awareness. From the cars to drinks and everything else thats happening we find human attention at the base of everything. From my lens that makes perfect sense as consciousness is all but it also hints at the immense deception and mass ignorance of their own potential as they’re swept along by a script which is seemingly penned in the lowest resonance in order to beget the conflict the viewers of this reality show are craving. Do you know what the Samson aka Masada Option is? If Israel feel like they’re losing then the nukes are unleashed, quick, and the rest of civilization grinds to an end before whats left manages to, once again, rise like a phoenix. Or, maybe, Phoenicians. If they’re feeling ironic. Once this begins it can’t end well hence why I’ve penned this missive with the intent of inspiring people to make better decisions and renounce ignorance by choosing to Do the Knowledge and look within because we have the power to rewrite the simulation as it literally runs in our heads via the illusion of Thunking we’re human.

What if the Game of Souls was a rerun and the last spin of mutually assured destruction simply whet the palettes of those tuning in to watch the twists and turns of these events from a higher dimension hence we get a never ending stream of conflicts that make no sense unless we’re being harvested for negative emotions and the script intends to create maximum suffering for those plugged in and totally unaware of the grand sketch they’re partaking in.

Personally I don’t think the world will end, as most suspect, but I also think it will never be the same again because the past few decades have etched immense amounts of stress into the collective unconscious hence we have a powder keg of problems in that respect and it can only be defused, in the end, via transmutation of energetics which is akin to a coal becoming a diamond. Choose the way of the alchemist and rise above this mess. What this will mean for the masses plugged in is that, with some gnashing and wailing, you will see the bricks that built the old edifice crumble and tumble before they’re swiftly rearranged into a new maze for those incarnating to run in and, guess what, they’ll take to it like water and fish. Just like you did with your programming. That is what is so fascinating and why I speak on the internal OS as most simply cannot imagine being any than who they are and that is a huge part of the trick because, in the end, you are pure consciousness and realization of this whilst living is the main challenge of this level.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

2025 – The Future Arrives

Since way back when VHS tapes were a thing I’d been kicking the ballistics that all isn’t what it seems in this realm. At some point in the mid Nineties I told a friend that:

“In a couple of decades your folks will be using this tech as well”.

He laughed and said that would never happen. Flash forward a bit and I’m walking through town when I hear a yell. The same guy comes running over with someone else and says:

“I can’t believe I met you here. Look” he said as he waved an Apple branded bag in front of my face. He went on to regale the tale of how he was buying his parents an iPad before asking:

“How the hell did you know, back then, that this would happen? No one else could have imagined it”.

See, the thing about the Game is its all scripted. You have no free will. That (second to believing you’re human) is the greatest illusion. You are, in effect, like a kid strapped into a rollercoaster. Trying to get off mid ride can cause problems so I don’t recommend it. Taking it too personal and thinking you have any real influence over it is another trick because the path is pre-set. Granted, there are levels to this but a simple way of proving it with a thought experiment is this:

If you were to look down at your life from the Fifth Dimension in the Fourth you’d see a sperm and egg meeting at one end and wrinkled flesh in a grave at the next, correct? Really go and ponder this at depth and then wonder if fish notice the water in which they swim before thinking about the one that was hooked and got away then lived to tell the tale about whats actually going on around them… I say all of that to say this:

Twenty Twenty Five – The future arrives.

A lot of what you’ve seen now with the various engineered conflicts and traumatic stress programming they’ve been ladling over the heads of generations of frogs in the kitchens will create an overspill as various bits and pieces fit together like the straight one in Tetris that causes a shift of the paradigm. Here’s what I think will kick:

The past will die, in a spectacular way. Things the world doesn’t want to peep will be blast in its dish as its forced to examine the burdens of the past with a clinical precision. Expect some gnashing of teeth as they rent their breast and yell “Oh, the humanity!”. Remember, playa, the Game takes place inside your awareness and you can only clean something when you first admit its covered in filth. Consider it anti-brainwashing, if you will, because for the past few spins of the Game people have been under such intense MK that it makes Pont-Saint-Esprit mass poisoning look like a walk in the park. I’m telling you because that is exactly how it is and those at the helm of this realm are nothing less than wicked, but placed well, as they exist in the non physical. And yet, their influence is felt, heavily, in the Valley of the Plebs where people work, buy, consume and die without a clue of what kicks. Some do. Almost. We call them schizophrenics… Back to March, Twenty Twenty Fifth:

That is when the roots will shoot into the collective consciousness in a way that feels like an express delivery of the past that will be hand delivered, sealed with a kiss and (for some) a kick up the rear end whilst others excel in ways they never, ever imagined were possible. The astute will start to click the fact that we’re inside a simulation as this will be akin to a firmware upgrade of the internal OS of the masses but you don’t have to believe what I’ve said because you will, most certainly, feel it.

I’ve been saying this for a minute, in private conversations, so others can attest this isn’t a new flex but the time is now correct to bang it on the web via the willhelpme project along with some reasoning behind the process and what to expect. The Native Americans said:

“There are two wolves within. One is cruel and callous, he thinks only of himself and what he can get. The other is open and generous and knows that there is more to all of this than the surface presents”.

Which one have you been feeding? This, in a nutshell, is what a lot will notice because some will want to cling to the story in their head and the comfortable pace of the psychosocial treadmill whilst others will gladly rebel as they clicked it was a living hell because it all felt so inauthentic which leads us onto the next point:

The return of the real.

For a long, long time man has been deceived by beggars dressed in purple that pretend to be kings but, in reality, only serve themselves when, back when, it used to be the opposite. The truth of the matter is you are divine, regal and royal plus so much more than this because you, your pure consciousness, is part of the Prime, the pre-existing, the perfect. Imagine you take a flame and light a candle. The wax – up front and personal – yells:

“Look at me, I’m so amazing. I make this possible”.

From this they divide and conquer the rest. Some are short and thin, others drip with largesse. Much like the blue eyes and brown eyes experiment there are factions which brutalize the ones they say are less in a huge, twisted Game of Simon Says. Tell me that doesn’t describe, real well, most of mans history as it is? In Candletown, the wick suspects the wax doth protest with much strength as it feels the light, up close and personal. Those that delve in will recollect that they are not the flesh and its form in this realm but actually the illumination which is eternal, unchanging and the root cause of everything. This is why science calls consciousness the “Hard Problem” and does its best to avoid it by making up all types of nonsense Dark Matter and the rest rather than admit their self imposed ignorance. Why would they? There are tenured positions at stake and an official narrative in which to invest. Anyone who goes against the grain is swiftly defenestrated as a message to the rest about what not to do if you wish to keep your funding. I mean, lets diverge for a bit:

Schizophrenia has been around, in way that records attest, since Eighteen Hundred, correct? And yet not one single person, from then till now, has managed to spot the most obvious thing:

“Wait a minute. EVERY SINGLE ONE of these nutters is saying the same thing. That something outside of them is putting thoughts in their head”.

Really let that sink in and then ponder why nobody, ever, has mentioned or investigated this phenomenon. Know why? Because if they did it would unravel the mind control being spun over the rest hence you are being fed upon by a predator of consciousness, dig? Its all spells and rites. A kind of magick, if you will and the things they mentioned, back when, like sacrificing kids and other unspeakable things are done by the rich and powerful in order to gain the best of this realm. See why I said I question who is at the helm? Much like Candleville its easy to peer at the surface and think the wick or candle is important when, in the end, its the flame that is eternal. This is what we’re going to see be sprinkled in the domes of those plugged in as they start disconnecting from the mess of the operating system that was shoved in their heads as infants as their inherited ignorance is reality tested in the cold, hard light of day.

Some of us are already one up on the frequency. Others will yelp like hell and call some the devil. Remember, my friend, without you, nothing exists. It all takes place inside your awareness. Me and the rest are simply figments of your imagination and the System excels in providing suggestions which are cheap for them to bring and expensive for you keep. Should you decide to accept them. Rejection is always an option hence there is plenty in this world of which a wise man may choose to remain ignorant.

Lets do the Fall of Colonialism dance. Yay! Look at the spell, by the way, and notice the first few show how a certain race put it in the rear end of everyone else on the planet that came equipped with melanin. Must be something to do with being allergic to the sun which, if you think about it, offers an immense hint and that before we get into the whole Stiff Upper Lip thing that allowed a clique to act so wicked as they said:

“Its just business, old bean, these savages needed civilizing. What ho!” as tea and crumpets were served whilst wearing the finest of linens. Is it racist to call it how it is? Did you notice the tip of this triangle place points in the other direction and how it overpowered the rest by being brutally efficient at smacking the melanin off em, leaving the natives looking like Daffy – sans beak? Funny, isn’t it how many claimed independence from the clique that waves triple cross in your dish as it ravages your continent under the guise of “liberation”. Either way, they played their part and now its onto the next but the strange thing is that whilst we may have no free will we certainly can influence the depth of the pickup on the record of consciousness. This, itself, is a massive topic but taking it back to what I said about looking at your worm of a life from sperm and egg upto laying in the ground, dead, I want you to think that there are options. Like off roads on a motorway. The destination is identical but there are levels to this so are you, now, the best or wackest version of your Self?

Did you notice that when you asked this question you intuitively Knew where you sat on the spectrum? Isn’t that interesting? If you dream, you can achieve, feel and ye shall be. No, this isn’t any of that pop psych Secret crap but straight up realness as most people are well trained to kneel at the feet of midgets and never wonder why they’re backs are hurting. Haven’t you ever pondered why all of the countries that are that are shaped like dripping triangles are super rich in mineral resources and spiritual traditions but, somehow, seem to be magically oppressed by the IMF and systemic corruption which keeps their people uber poor whilst conglomerates make out like bandits. Bankster! Bankster! Thats what they’re yelling! Thats the real reason Qaddafi was whipped on the pavement till he was dead but they then turn around and said they dumped Osama in the drink out of respect for his religion like he was the Megatron Don or something. Same goes for Saddam and Hitler as well. Its always about the money, in the end, and who prints it as he truly rules the kingdom and not the stool pigeon they present to pimp the rest via performance of a script that moves the narrative exactly where they intend before being backed up again by the principle of rote repetition via the news and TV sets.

Speaking of which, because we all know the press is simply the rich mans bish, its worth noting that all of the official sources on the web of Hussein spitting hot fire on em as he stood in court have no subtitles. Isn’t that an interesting omission? Look up Gaddafi and his gold standard for the reason behind those events and whilst you’re there don’t forget to ask who killed Dr David Kelly and then refused his inquest even though it makes as much sense as two shots to the back of the head being labelled as self inflicted… The world is ran by very different personages than most suspect.

Twenty Twenty Fifth will start to bring these talks of tinfoil and the rest into the collective awareness as they stop sleepwalking, under a spell, that was slung on them, back when via blood covenant. Watch, see it happen. For us, the 8%, who have the potential to awaken the Warrior within, its going to beautiful. So beautiful. Can you taste the liberation? Can you feel the shift in energetics? Can you hear the Psylense? The 81%? Not so much. I’ll take a guess and say that we’ll see an upsurge in divorces and splits starting from then on as a lot of people do for Self and just realize there is no point in flogging a dead horse any more. Same will go for a lot of perspectives and things that will have people clinging to them like a drowning man a brick as that is the devil they know best and one so familiar. Could this be the promised world war and end of daze so many religions have said and is now etched into the collective unconscious like a well worn groove on a record that is, now, awaiting the presence of stylus so the Souls trapped within can sing the songs of liberation:

Some, like COVID, remixed, won’t give an F and will be drunk by Two PM as they watch the world burn and think:

“I’m alright, Jack. That mess is on them”.

People will decode it in their own way but the signal is identical. Like I said, elsewhen, about a recording broadcast in 8K with Atmos encoding. Some will play it on the big screen with the speakers booming whilst others will watch on a broken down, black and white set, with an antenna missing as they get more static than message. Best up your wavelength whist its still an option, playa. Do the Knowledge.

In many ways you could say we’re going to Witness a different type of consciousness. Some will hear it on FM. Others won’t. It is what it is. Either way it will flow like the ocean and thus is unstoppable. The jar has to empty the waters to reveal the air within and what used to shape the awareness it encased, ya dig? Basically we’re going to Witness a change of a stage in the Game we’re all playing by inserting our Souls as credits and it will kick in from the end of March Twenty Twenty Fifth with the sensitive picking up on it on Pi Day when the full moon kicks. Susie got your number… Susie ain’t yo friend… Expect blood on the dancefloor for some, and liberation for the rest. In keeping with my favorite digit you’ll see this extend by 8 so the feature presentation will end by Twenty Thirty Three by when this planet will look very, very different for those still plugged in. The first shall be last…

Let the Game begin!

Till we meet again

The Person You Should Be Most Honest With

One of the saddest truths in this realm at the present moment and, what I suspect, is the cause of most ills and conflict is the person you be most honest with is the one that is covered in lies, tricks, coping mechanisms and more types of deception that one can imagine:

Your Self.

Spot the capital S? That makes an immense difference. Have you ever noticed that if you take your daily mail and sort it into two piles, one where Your Name is mixed case and the other where its ALL CAPITALS you find a very interesting thing. Well the (false) self and real deal work on the same trick and the reason I place this spell in parenthesis is because its not said or examined and thus taken for granted. The Dual Reality Principle, in full effect.

Why is it that second nature fits like a glove and most people don’t feel comfortable naked? Think all of these things could be interrelated? I do and it all comes down to being honest because you were born like this. You learned to adapt and its part of the problem of Adulteration as the wounded womb hurts the seeds it should nourish as the parents create copies of themselves when, in reality, they’re often miserable and hate their existence but won’t admit this to the depth needed to do something.

In many ways humanity has been rendered docile by a predator of consciousness that feasts on their Inner Sense and it uses a handful of tricks from one gen to the next as they’re really simply and quite effective. Imagine you went to eat and instead of food on the plate there was a piece of paper instead that described – in one word or lurid detail – the ins and outs of your favorite meal. You look around, perplexed, and say:

“Sort it out, chef!”. As he grins, like a villain and responds with a tone that is identical to the one in your head:

“Thats just what you asked for, isn’t it? Present and correct” and then directs your mind to the last time the real thing actually entered your lips as a frame of reference as he skips back to the kitchen to keep an eye on the frogs he’s been cooking.

In that example it would be obvious the fix was in and you’d do something as you went back there and did for Self what the help wasn’t handling, yes? Well, this is what exactly, right now, kicks in your head as, once upon a when, you got fresh impulses based in the moment and did what you wished with them whereas now – in the Mind Made Prison – you are force fed scraps of labels that point at other events as you are totally disconnected from the only time that exists:

Now.

For some a lot about plenty will now make a load of sense. Others, at the behest of the voice in their head they Thunk is them, will deny this is possible or even happening. You really have to admire the Opponent, he chose his place to hide really well. Even when caught he’s quite tough to vanquish as he’s had a lifetime of training you to his whims and, if he wants, could slip a paper into your cell that reads:

And watch as you squirm, trying to avoid the unpleasant sensations flooding your mind as that voice chimes in to keep your stress levels creeping until you go back to meekly accepting his suggestions about how it is and keep living the life unexamined with the rest of the 81% I’ve termed Slaves as that word is most accurate. Did you notice how efficient this is, by the way? One slip that suggests a fear and billions of people will fill in their own details. Its genius. It really is. Totally diabolical but brutally efficient at internally pimping via the manipulation of consciousness and, for quite some time, he’s had the whole world in his grip. Those who are inducted Know a little bit and are furnished with some tricks to help manipulate the rest for profit and entertainment but are still in his pocket as he plays similar tricks on them but in a higher octave. Thats a deeper topic. It is worth considering, however, because they are your fears as the Game plays out inside your consciousness so why not reject the external suggestion whilst taking a look instead at the Pattern of energetics being referenced within in order to shed some light on the darkness and defuse its potential for influence? This way lies freedom and you create the Path by walking… Or keep on two stepping along the psychosocial treadmill built by deception and paved in ignorance. The choice is yours.

The person you should be most honest with is your Self and in order to get to this comprehension it becomes vital to do the Knowledge and reality test your life, perspect and the rest to check its actually in your best interests. A simple question I often ask goes:

“If everything you know and accept is correct then your life would be perfect. Is it?“.

Ten times out of ten a “No” is resounding but out of this over 8 will desperately cling to their coping mechs like a drowning man with a brick. Over one Knows the deal (or bits, as mentioned) and will purposefully send you in the wrong direction via feigning ignorance or suggesting something ridiculous instead. Less than one will have the mental flexibility to regain the Inner Sense which is your Prime nature and how you stepped in as illustrated in this image:

Its why politics, boxing rings and pretty much anything you can imagine has this dual split that aims to keep the golden section off limits as people squabble among themselves via engineered conflicts that aim to project their discontent at being henpecked by a predator of consciousness onto someone else. Its the ultimate shell Game, in that respect, and its what lies at the heart of most conflict as the Warrior comprehends this entire dimension, the cosmos, planets and all walking around at the moment are, quite literally, figments of his imagination because without him, nothing exists. Every single child that steps in Knows this with every fiber of their being, no schooling needed. That is why the concentration camps are mandatory for nearly two decades because, by the end, you no longer Know but know instead based on how well you did on a test in which they reward you for regurgitating, not creating. Another straight line in Tetris moment for those who’ve felt like round pegs hammered into square holes who looked on, from a distance, at those who did well voluntarily placing mortar boards on their heads as testament to their ignorance of the laid plans of mice and men that turned them into perfect bricks of ignorance. Just as the System intended…

The Game works on many levels in the same instance. Kind of like a three level Noughts and Crosses kick and this, my friend, is why it can sometimes seem like a win but you feel rotten or there is nothing special to report but you walk and talk like a champion. Comprehending this is how a playa ascends to the Warriors realm and comes face to faceless with the demonic aspect that, interesting, once upon a when was defined different. Back then a daemon was what we’d call a Higher Self. A greater, more intelligent aspect of one that is above earths corruption. Some called it a Muse. Others said it was Spirit. There are countless terms but I’d be willing to bet that each and every one reading has, at some point, sensed its presence.

From a girl, speeding, that slowed down to avoid an accident she couldn’t see coming round the bend or a man that Knew, deep down within, that marrying the woman that seemed perfect would be the end of him and his true potential as well as a zillion and one other things that some stop and notice whilst most carry on in ignorance. This is where the golden circle of the present moment (itself a gift, awaiting unwrapping) comes in because the true Self is multi dimensional and I can prove it:

Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that, just for a moment, when you get up in bed your current life feels fake? After a while you shake this off and get back on with the business of living, as instructed, but at the moment when you were still wrapped in a blanket you Knew, with every fiber of your being, that something very, very odd is happening but you couldn’t quite define it. “Reality” is a bad habit, in that respect. There is another way you can test this hypothesis and that is by answering this question:

On a scale of one to ten with the single digit being the wackest version of you you can imagine and the double firing on all cylinders, taking no mess, pushing it to the limit, setting your own mark and enforcing it – where do you sit at the present moment?

Notice that you Knew the answer, in an instant. No thought needed. It was a deeper feeling. Something that can’t be faked as its genuine intuition from your higher aspects of Self that are entirely resonant as they can only exist in the mid which is aligned with the all of everything. Of this you are a smaller fractal at the moment, in the flesh. Shrank in scope but not potent. At least you weren’t. Then you got Adulterated and that raw potential was defenestrated in order to learn how to “Sit still! Look ahead! Do well on the test!” and other methods of training that estranged you from Self and the divine resonance I call Inner Sense that is still waiting, within, for you to heed the call to adventure of our own heroes quest and liberate it from the demon that, right now, pretends to be thee and says:

“This is a load of metaphysical gibberish. Not one solid bit of info in there. Forget this mess, lets surf the net instead and catch up on the antics of our favorite celeb before getting well fed and feeling satiated, yeah?”.

News flash:

You can’t be the voice if you’re that which listens. Thats your starter for ten so next time it speaks think like a child with petulant Inner Sense and argue back, if you will. Try bowing your head to bring it closer to the chest (which is home of the Self and its point of resting) and ask:

“Are these my thoughts?“.

And see what kicks. Ignore the words that rush, feel the feelings instead and you’ll learn to discern by upping your internal resolution and its from lifetimes of doing this that I send this text into the collective unconscious with the intent of awakening the sleeping giant that is the child within as that, my friend, is the person you should be most honest with as they stepped into this realm with a mission etched on their chest and will not rest until you accomplish it. Even if that means you have to live, die, come back again, get tricked onto the psychosocial treadmill, spend another life in ignorance, read a strange text on the web that says you’re inside a huge Game being played by inserting your Soul as a credit and that a parasite of consciousness has been steady pimping your kith and kin for generations and, right now, it has your mind in its grip…

Till we meet again

Birth is Death

If you can comprehend the simple fact that birth is death then a lot of things about this realm become Self evident. I’ve said before that heaven and hell are right here and they are. There is a deeper, occult, aspect to this because those who know about this truth are plugged into a different octave of the eternal return mech whereas the rest do it from a position of ignorance and post life guilt trips designed to coax their immortal essence back into the flesh.

If you pretend this life is filled with snowmen that are scared to death of melting once formed then you’ll click the potential exists for a higher realm in which the raw material of consciousness is not held in such a low vibrational state. In that sense you could say that the cloudmen are the optimal octave and below them we have those made of liquid. Both have greater states of freedom than is possible in this realm because it is, in the end, a poor imitation of that from which we came. There is one vital difference though:

The baby brain.

By wearing one you lose all of your Knowledge of Self and gain the hypothetical blank state instead but even that isn’t what it seems. Peep:

The Game as it stands is within the grip of cosmic loansharks, twelve main branches, twenty eight managers with their own intent and a huge amount of employees (both physical and non). If you can click this aspect alone then it all starts to make way more sense and, taking it to another level, these factors (once manipulated) are akin to hacking the matrix. These secrets are, of course, hidden from society but used against them, nonetheless. See what I mentioned about the occult use of symbols and then ponder on the nature of the good old fashioned black mirror that the original secret agent used, back when, to communicate beings not of this realm and it may start to make sense why I said birth is death.

We live in a demon haunted realm. If you look back at the myths, legends and folklore spread across this planet you find very common elements that hint at extremely powerful beings that are capable of some astounding things that, yet, have a strange weakness. They need to be worshipped. Either via sacrifice, oblation or praises to sing. Doesn’t that seem a bit odd to anyone else? It does to me and yet its right there. Ranging from the famous Aztecs who ripped still beating hearts out of chests to the priests of Moloch that demanded others throw their living kids into the arms of a burning bull. The Egyptians did like Mr Burns and had their very own Smithers entombed within them because, you know, good help is hard to find so might as well bring them on the ultimate trip. Actually, I jest but the Kemetian viewpoint on the afterlife was very interesting because why do you suspect that a culture so advanced in spiritual tech was solely interested in one thing:

Get the hell out of here and never come back. Get free or thrive trying was the mindset, back when.

Its amazing though, what people can be made to accept when the veil of ignorance has been drawn over their consciousness. Snowmen scared to melt, recollect? And yet, each one of them yearns to feel as free flowing and liquid as they once did whilst they bow their heads at the temple (ironic) and direct their intent at a spirit they’ve forgotten is them in their cloud based consciousness. Don’t worry though, Techno Sapiens are waiting in the wings to create an augmented heaven for the next stage of this immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits…

China was off the hinge when it came to offing the on switch of the living to appease these aspects. Anyone could get it and, very often, they did. Look up pit sacrifices and then wonder why so many lost their heads and its significance. Foundation rituals, as the name suggests, were inflicted on little children as they were seen as the basis of everything. Say, do you think these practices could still be kicking in abortion clinics? Wouldn’t that be something? What about all the “foot and mouth” hoopla that sanctioned the burnt offerings of millions of cattle without people batting an eyelid at the significance. Same with wars, really. Haven’t you ever studied the signs, symbols, timing and details that are linked with this sol-dier sacrifice to the sun performed as a way to vent national tensions as certain forces expand their reach across the set?

The Hawaiians seem so mellow and chill these days but back when they’d murder someone to death then tenderize them with a mallet before eating their flesh to please the war god to whom the offering was made. Suddenly, ham and pineapple makes more sense, yes? Did you know that when they outlawed cannibalism sales of Spam went through the roof? Soylent Green is people!

Even the Jesus tale is, in the end, a modern version of the same thing so if I said we’re held inside a nested set of prisons in a realm that shouldn’t exist due to the mindset of the crazed intent which is at the helm does it start to make more sense why birth is death and how “Funeral” hides the truth of the “Real Fun” that begins when you draw your last breath? If you’re prepped, that is. Let me let you into a little secret:

At death you meet pretty much the same illusions that plagued you whilst living except now they spring from your subconscious and manifest in the seemingly solid afterlife sojourn where you are either pimped, threatened, cajoled or willing leap at the object of your desire when its dangled in front of your vision as you are plugged back in to serve another life sentence. Can you see why the Prime creator (of whom you are a divine aspect) doesn’t intervene? What the people hold to be true, the simulation brings into view and this goes double at the moment of death which is one of the reasons Buddha said “Worship nothing” and yet his descendants sing:

“With folded hands I turn to thee”.

Make it make sense. Actually, his entire tale contains a lot of truth about the nature of this illusion, the deception and how the family you are born into will often attempt to suppress your spiritual gifts via outright manipulation designed to prevent your Self actualization. See, there is a method to the madness when it comes to the Dark Souls and their grip on the realm. Of that I’m living testament as the latest section of my adventures have been on a whole nother octave compared to the previous. Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in! Time to shake these monkeys off my back, methinks. I’ve reverse engineered enough of their methods and have decided I no longer wish to play along with their binds and schemes, astral and etheric. Coca-coconut! Tough nut to crack but one that can get you on track, real quick, after dancing with death as an immortal. The jest! The jest!

The Celts were apparently masters of unalivement and they bundled huge chunks of people into a wicker man which they then lit and let the screams ring to the heavens along with water rituals as well. Who knows though, really, as the info on them is sparse at best and may have been amped up to make them seem totally savage but it is interesting that this is where the hollywood thing springs from along with the fact they seemingly vanished. Or did they just rebrand and pop up as someone else? I’ll let you tell it.

I wonder what happens to these Souls that die in anguish? What of the rest that live because, even at the present moment, they dwell in states of immense stress and discomfort from which they seek reprieve via the TV screen and such things. Could we being farmed for negative emotions? I strongly suspect this is the case and in that sense the old vampire myth makes perfect sense as well as the adrenochrome thing because the company on deck certainly like misery and intends to sip deeply from the war thats coming before erecting a new monument on the rubble and doing it all again for the next generation. Maybe I’m missing something, seeing as I’m not an initiated adept. Maybe they gave up a little so the rest could live like some form of preemptive offering and there is more to this homeopathic murder practice. I doubt it but these are not beliefs (aka bebricks) but perspectives which are a constant work in progress that is updated as new info pours in and chips away at my old ignorance.

On the day to day you “Urn a Living” after “Waking” and issuing a cheery “Good Mourning!” to anyone who’ll listen. After this you walk around in a “Weak Daze” awaiting the time to chill which you call a “Weakened” before doing it all again. Thats the psychosocial treadmill, my friend. Work, buy, consume, die in full effect. Have they simply refined the process and instead of draining one Soul in a full draw they daily sip at your innate potential whilst presenting all types of bread and circuses to distract from whats happening? This is one of those things that once seen cannot be hidden as it all appears so obvious and, best of all, was placed right in front of your awareness. On the flip they chose the best possible space to move in and camp when it came to this process:

The voice in your head.

See, most Thunk its their best friend. A lot are quite confident it is them which is sheer madness, when you consider it. Actually, isn’t it ironic that the schizo who says that something he doesn’t know “Is putting voices in my head and they’re all in on it” is sectioned when, in the end, his view is actually way more accurate as to what is really happening on this floating insane asylum? Or maybe its all a stretch. Who knows? What do you think will kick when the Red Heifer sacrifice of prophecy is activated and brings all I’ve said about past events up to the present and the implications about who we are, where it actually is and the true nature of the intent with its finger on the switch. Either way it shall be interesting.

Till we meet again

What is More Powerful?

What is more powerful? The visible or invisible? Sound or silence? Gross or subtle?

Well? What did you pick? If you went with the former on all three choices then you probably Thunk like a materialist but if your selection was toward the other end then you may just be capable of hearing the Psylense that underpins all of this as that is your true point of origin and thus a place we never left. It may sound metaphysic but I assure you it can be felt and when it clicks its like the Princess and Pea, flipped, as you realize the true nature of coping mechs is to make sweet lies palatable as your greatest strength was hidden beneath layers of dread and conditioning. But, I’m getting aheart of the plan so lets step back for a sec as we ponder about the gross and subtle.

The chunky, by its very nature is rough, ready and close at hand. You can think of it like bricks of sand that were baked and formed in arid lands using compression and the rest. Sure, its great to build something to rest your head and protect from the elements but, after a while, man tends to become the hostage of what he lives within and those never stops to wonder about the nature of the construction, its intent and what is hidden on the subtle level. On the flip we have the natural philosopher (called so as he is powered by intuition that springs from within) who sits on the beach and feels the grains flit through the tips of his fingers. As you can tell the relative resolution between both of these is quite different, yes? Even though they’re both playing with the same elements.

If you zoom out a bit you’ll click why modern man is instructed to run the psychosocial treadmill and sing the hymn of “Work, buy, consume, die” from the moment they step in till they dip as they believe the program poured in their head via the System which offers bricks of Thunk that never, ever mention what went in to make it happen. In many respects the people we class as primitive were far more advanced than us with our tech as they were in tune with subtle elements whereas modern man walks around wearing welders mitts and never questions why he can’t feel a thing even though he wasn’t born like this. Its a very, very strange state of affairs and I get why isolation is a vital aspect of enlightenment now because of crowd resonance and fields of influence that sing:

“One of us, one of us!” underneath their breath with each step.

Those who go against the grain are rejected or excommunicated and thus we have swathes of people well adjusted to a mass social sickness that is held above question. Thats the true Matrix. The world within a world the Slave/Masters spin and the single greatest deception is also the most subtle. If I were to ask you, now, who the most powerful person on the planet is – what would you pick? A name? A title? A reference? How many would select their Self?

Really stop and ponder about what I just said before continuing as it shall pay dividends when it comes to unravelling your programming as many have seen the code that was dropped over their eyelids to create a state of numbness I call Adulteration when they get hit with this:

You are the most powerful person on the planet.

Heck you are the most powerful person in the solar system, dimension and rest because without you here, now, none of this happens. Why? Because it all plays out inside your awareness.

I know, I know. Some peep Game whilst blind men can’t see it. Funny thing is, within that script, the old one eyed is king but what if a young Prince strolls up with the third, inside, blazing? Who knows? It will be interesting to see what kicks, yes? The Observer Effect proves what I said and the fact that each night in bed your mind stitches together worlds so convincing that you don’t click they’re an illusion is proof positive for what I said because even when its suppressed the all of everything is present. This is why its vital to become Centered in Self because without that these are just mere words I’m talking and not a felt sense you can rep from a place within. This is, in part, the great deception of religion as it promises this deliverance but has you sending stamped addressed envelopes some place else and wondering why you never get the answers you’re seeking. In other words:

“Know ye not that ye are gods?“.

I guess not by looking around the Valley of the Plebs. Its why the Warrior forges his crown from the raw metal he digs from the depths of ignorance in the quest for wisdom called Knowing the Ledge and this is then refined and shaped before he places it pon head as none but thee can make your Self as true power isn’t given but taken in this realm. Those that don’t comprehend are little more than living hostages with a particular form of Stockholm Syndrome that will see them take arms and fight with anyone who dares suggest they are actually powerful and perfect. Even though every single kid that steps in Knows this fine well, without education or institutions, until this gnosis is threatened, beaten or cajoled out of them as they acquiesce to fit in in exchange for food, shelter and affection.

Can you see how slick the mind Game is that has but one intent:

To make you your own Opponent and then convince you you’re the voice in your head whilst missing the most Self evident thing.

You can’t be. You are that which listens. The gross and the subtle aka upping your resolution. Many of you may possess a brand new, shiny Four-K TV set but I’d willing to bet your inner vision runs on the equivalent of an old, analog, black and white, static filled screen with one speaker, barely functioning, that mangles the divine transmission that is your Inner Sense. We call this state Adulteration. 81% of the world is in its grip wearing an off the peg false equivalent of consciousness they Thunk is them whilst 11% are properly stitched in a custom tailored fit that uses the same principles of trauma programming and devious intent along with some handy, dandy camera tricks to make them believe they’re getting ahead when, in the end, they’re simply running a higher octave of the treadmill as the one to whom they genuflect simply does not have the truth within him. That leaves 8% who are actively deprogramming themselves to ascend as they optimize their alignment with the subtle that has many names and labels but I prefer Psylense as it does just this for its feltsense is perceived from within once you can generate a state of quiet coherence after kicking out the pretender to the realm who once sat in your head as you move your consciousness back to the chest – aka the fount of Inner Sense – and pick apart the bricks to examine the sand within and notice the whole universe nestles inside of it as the fractal nature of consciousness becomes Self evident.

Then, and only then, can you truly claim to be playing the Game as the rest are simply getting played by it, from one life to the next. That is how vital Knowledge of Self is because a Prince can slip out of the gate, in fancy dress, to mingle with the common people but what if he forgets his role, his station and calling and starts living with them? If that were you, wouldn’t you like to shake off the weak daze and claim your inheritance or would the allure of ignorance and the comfort of the predictable in the life you built have its own appeal you couldn’t imagine forsaking?

See why I’ve said that spiritual development is a solo sport, in the end? Rare is the man married to a woman that is capable of awakening at the same pace. Thats why Buddha walked out of the gates and left a child alimony case as a dead beat dad because its always been this way. Many, by now, are trapped in the Game and thus they refuse to change as they state:

“Well, it ain’t that bad. I’m pretty lucky, overall. It sounds good and stuff but I can’t be arsed to turn the tables and declare war on my (false) self as its not worth the stress. Just want a little peace and quiet, someone else can run the Kingdom I came to inherit. I don’t want it”.

And that, my friend, is the Opponent speaking whilst you cosign it because there are 8 billion living hostages at the moment that have gladly given up their divine energetics to this pyramid scheme that flips man to beast and the turns around and pretends to sell salvations key but only if he get on his knees and pray at the feet of midgets. The truth is you are a giant. Or were. Once upon a when. Clash of the Titans, ring any bells? The bad guys won and have been selling fairy tales ever since hence why the spell “Tell Lie Vision” is a hint as there are no coincidences in this realm but only the Warrior can handle the depth that comes with an extended resolution. Those that fail in the attempt? Psych wards and Skid Row are full of them. If you ever listen to their threads and tangents it becomes quite evident they often came close to leaving the mass market and reclaiming their Kingdom but slipped and fell and now dwell in a no mans land used as a threat to keep the plebs working up a sweat for their daily bread on the psychosocial treadmill which is an engine that powers something beyond their comprehension in another realm. Let me put it to you with a graphic image:

All around the world we have countless men jerking themselves to an arrangement of red, green and blue pixels on a black mirror, yes? That, in a nutshell, is the most basic elements as the rest is fancy dress and powered by imagination mixed with potential wish fulfillment. Have you ever stopped to wonder where all of those mass energetics they eject end up? How many planets could be populated with the combined ejaculations of potent seed that is aimed solely at the intent of the one who made the image and not what presents?

Thats the Prince in the market, haggling for a discount on some food whilst being totally ignorant he actually owns the whole Kingdom and could make life quite different for not only himself but those living in the realm. Think about it…

We, the subtle, are being pimped by the gross and its as obvious as it is effective because one of the saddest things about a Reality Tunnel is that most just dig without ever stopping to check the blueprint, question who designed it or to what end they place such effort in to maintaining it. Historically those who did didn’t usually fare too well as the rich and powerful know this and wish to maintain their place in the pyramid so they keep paying obeisance to the king with the impaired vision but, every now and then, a young jit comes along and calls it how it is. Some people snap out of their trances and exit the Matrix whilst others remain plugged in.

Many are called but few choose their Self.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again