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In life we seek safety and happiness yet often meet despair and sadness on the very same streets. Its a strange state of affairs. One I’ve noticed too many times in too many lives for it to be coincidence and it makes me think about the nature of this realm where suffering is ever present. I spoke to a man once who was filthy rotten rich as he sat in his luxurious apartment complex surrounded by all manner of trinkets that signaled his wealth. It wasn’t always like this as he was born into poverty without the proverbial pot into which he may whizz and the requisite window to throw it from was also missing. Not many people can claim margarine and salt sandwiches as the breakfast, lunch and dinner of champions and yet, against the odds, he made it.

What intrigued me was underneath all this he felt a palpable sadness and sense something was missing. This was a state he dared not admit to himself but after a few strippers, drinks and a reasoned line of questions he came to admit that it all felt meaningless and shallow because all the people he met disappeared up his rear end in search of dividends like he was the human equivalent of the geese that laid golden eggs. “You know what I like about you? You’re honest. Too honest really. You’ll never make it in this world telling it how it is. People want to be finessed, BS’d, sold a dream and all the rest. Truth is a fools errand“.

In a sense I had to agree with him because the path hadn’t been working out well when we met but then when one decides their integrity isn’t up for sale, what alternative makes sense than to keep on pressing and see what happens? “In that sense” I said “Wouldn’t striking it rich as you did bring the same but with a whole lot more effort?”. “Ha! Spoken like a poor person. Listen I have the world at my fingertips. I can press a button and erase someones existence if I wish because the higher you get the more you realize the people in the middle are idiots and those at the bottom do our bidding whilst leaving their prints at the crime scene whilst I’m flying on Gulfstream with a flavor of the month celeb. It is what it is. I didn’t make the rules but I sure know how to bend them to my favor. Let me give you some free advice and I hope you take it: Stop this nonsense now. It never ends well for those who think they can take on the world and win. Just look out for yourself, forget the rest, get rich and then you can…”. “Become and fat and depressed?” I interrupted. “Listen, you cheeky git I can get this lipo’d first thing and I’m not in any, way shape or form a mental midget so don’t you ever dare speak to me like that again or…”. “Or what? I won’t make it back home alive or something bad will happen because I told the Emperor he was actually naked? Listen to yourself. You may have gained all these trappings and success but you’re still the same old criminal pulling a new finesse. Except this time its on yourself. How does it feel to be honest for once?”.

He started laughing and poured more drinks. “You really are a basket. A straight up lunatic. Thats why I value your perspective. I do wonder how a man so smart can be so stupid, though. You’ve been given countless chances and turn your nose up at them then run around wasting your time with idiots who are not so much bottom of the barrel but the scum that fell and now rests on the ground. Pure filth. Never achieved a thing and never will. Why? I don’t get it.” he said. “They’re honest” I replied “And there is no pretense because they tell it how it is and they help keep me grounded. In return I drop gems and together we build as I kick knowledge”. “Knowledge? To those barely functioning junkies and wastemen that roam the pavements along with the rest born and raised in impoverishment that come to your premises for counsel? Please. They just nod their heads in agreement and don’t comprehend half of what you said or the intent behind it. The truth is you hang with them as it allows you to feel better about yourself and the fact you’re afraid to live after having been scared to death. I know. I know… You should never have refused the hand that was extended in friendship because those that knight you can also good night you with a quickness if you don’t do as instructed”.

He had a point about a few things, this I had to admit, but was off the mark on others. We sat there drinking, thinking and reminiscing about why the world is so wicked and how it needs bad men to keep worse from the door and the only thing better than evening an old score is a bevy of fresh whores because “Either way you’re paying for it” he says, with a grin “And this way I control the strings in return for false displays of affection with no extra headache or pimping”. “Did you hear that?” I said “The hollow ring of your life that is lived purely on the surface of image, indulged whims and unbridled luxury“. He replied, still grinning “Better than the alternative, my philosophical friend, as all that crap you talk doesn’t pay the bills, doesn’t buy these kind of buildings and doesn’t command the respect I get when I walk down the strip as they whisper and nod when they see me coming”. “Yes” I said “The Emperor is naked and they dare not admit for fear of losing the life they hate and so desperately cling as you extort their business in the name of protection. How very noble”. “Hey, if it wasn’t me it would be someone else and I take care of the ends. Nothing is free in this world” he stated with an emphatic nod of his large, cauliflower eared head.

In life we seek safety and happiness yet often meet despair and sadness on the very same streets. Whilst this example may be far removed from the life you live best believe the attitude of this gangster turned businessman is no different to those of your politicians and various magnates as they all repeat the same vibe on the same tapes that play in their heads as the way it is whilst those underneath grumble and mumble discreetly about the state of play but make sure they pay promptly each week. He calls it protection money. They call it taxes. One and the same thing because they’re right when they say crime doesn’t pay because it collects. Both use the same threats and menaces along with identical tactics to scout talent with less and bring them in for enforcement and encouragement to the rest they can make it, if only they acquiesce and do as instructed. You call this an education and the rewards that it brings whilst the jits see it as street fame and thus are willing to put that work in so the man at the top of the pyramid keeps stacking chips that clean the blood money that walks through various entrances and this, this is the model upon which the world is built as the helpless, the powerless, the innocent run that way and this through this maze built in the abyss and those at the top live in a different world that flies high above the laws that don’t apply to them as there is only one rule, one statement, one intent that dictates every thought, deed and action:

“Whats in it for me?”

Five words that lie at the heart of reality. At least, attempt to fill the gap where that which used to beat once lived but vacated its seat to a different kind of beast that prowls and feeds then rinses and repeats.

I can’t help but question the nature of this reality and the way it comes to be and a lot of what he said about my perspect hit the nail pon the head as it truly doesn’t make any sense to bet against odds so immense when you’ve barely managed to rustle up a single chip but sometimes you’ve got to do just this. Know why?

I was raised and came from a place laced with despair and sadness. I know the language like my mother tongue and each time I’ve attempted to seek safety and happiness its been flipped into a weapon to force me back from where I came. And yet, I keep pressing on. It sounds crazy even to say and to live is insane as there isn’t one of you out there than can comprehend the pain that flows through my veins or motivation for doing this when I say I’ll change the Game because for me it isn’t about what I can get but what I can give and if all I have is words that spread solid gold wisdom for those with the ears to hear then so be it because I’ve placed my bet and now let the wheel spin and we’ll see what happens because I’ve had enough of taking it and being afraid of my own strength as they play with my awareness and make each moment a living hell for daring to even think about helping my people.

The intent behind this missive isn’t depressive. Far from it because you can’t get out of a situation if you refuse to accept it exists as every ex-addict attests. And, from what I can tell, there are very few Souls in this realm that aren’t suffering to some depth. Most are entirely oblivious of the pain they carry within and how it impinges upon their awareness due to the sheer strength of their coping mechs and investment therein yet so few seem to question what the hell happens to the children to make them lose their glow of Inner Sense and become Adulterated. I posit that the root cause of all of our despair and sadness stems from this schism and it, itself, refs something far more dramatic that happened on the planet, back when, as the sky fell and we are the inheritors of a traumatic imprint that leaps from one gen to the next and manifests itself as the dysfunction we take for granted and, much like the Emperors undress, it takes the eyes of innocence to see it as it is otherwise sleepwalking in a trance is all ye shall get.

Who knows, you know? I really do wonder if I’m wrong for seeing it or is the world incorrect as they all seem to somehow ignore it. Sometimes I feel like I’m from another realm and just visiting your planet as I’ve never, ever felt like I fit even though, once upon a when, I pretended to be ignorant as it beat the alternative but now I stand alone promulgating my own brand of crazy wisdom that says:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

We are haunted by demons of the mind and are third eye blind to their existence even though we can feel them with every breath. The reason we don’t click is because the voice in your head deflects this signal from entering your awareness because if it went as intended you’d remember you’d been Adulterated. Its this isolation, fragmentation, cutting off your resonance that many mistake for the human experience due to living the life unexamined, being strangers to themselves and placing all form of authority in this realm outside of Self. Flip the script and it becomes obvious whats happening along with the side effects of health, happiness and increased resonance. In effect many have lived and died without even seeing the main attraction as they got caught up in the distraction.

What matters most? The outer world or inner experience? Really stop and think and it will become obvious that without inside nothing outside exists. This is a huge hint about the true nature of the Game you’re playing by inserting your Soul as a credit because its a great con of chess in which your Opponent thinks ten steps ahead and uses the alternation of light and darkness to his advantage by hiding what you seek in the opposite and using the strobe effect to induce hypnosis. TV works just like this. Remember, there is only one trick and its as old as the hills which is why its repackaged, ad infinitum. Once clicked its obvious as well as the truth that we literally drive ourselves round the twist by accepting ignorance that is presented as wisdom without reality testing. Thats why I call it Adulteration.

Some of these demons of the mind are freshly generated. Many are inherited and some, in the case of the Lees and many other families, the results are tragic as these thoughtforms leap from one generation to the next whilst repeating the same message and generating an early death or other tragic circumstances. Could this be the point and the higher energy manifests via the vessels and needs more than one incarnation to capture the overspill of its presence or is it simply a curse which debits its balance from the life force of the playa whilst taking an extra credit? Maybe its all of these things. Maybe, none of them. I’m playing it by ear to feelsee what it says because everything is a negotiation. A dance, to be more accurate and thats how I know these forces are intelligent. Obviously the world they built should attest to this because this realm as you know it is their creation, their inspiration, their resonance and we are merely meat puppets that labor under the illusion of sentience because that is not something everyone gets. You must develop it hence Knowledge of Self can’t come from anywhere but within and, best of all, its empirically verifiable. You’ll either feel a difference or nothing but even nothing is something when you click that its the potential for something and we’re back to the checkerboard again in this cosmic hide and seek thing.

Its really, really simple but also ridiculously complex. Such is the life of a fractal because of the level of depth and your relative perception. Great thing is I don’t have to teach it, you can feel it instead and then we’ll read your thoughts and observations from Inner Sense as we compare notes and map the only lands where freedom still reigns. The Kingdom. Three of them, to be exact. Head, chest and abdomen all contain their own intelligence and to be wise as serpents one must master the spinal column and breath as these two modulate your sentience. Why do you think back, neck, shoulder and leg pain is a thing? Its all due to kinks in the rhythm that upset the optimal flow of signals. The modern world is full of fixes with various potions and pills designed to keep you plugged in but nothing that actually releases the resistance at the level of creation in order to allow the full flow of your awareness. Why? People would no longer keep up the facade and their gig would be done as people discovered their resonance and coherence is something they can will themselves ergo whatever they’re searching for is already inside them.

The demons of the mind don’t like this. After all they’ve spent a lifetime of conditioning in which they mined your resources, Adulterated your Inner Sense and set you off with a script to do a few things that make you feel corrosive whilst seeking solutions anywhere but within before selling you another pleasure trip and pulling the same trick again. This is the sad truth of your Soul as its ground on the mill from one life to the next. This will keep on happening till you get it and start to experiment with your embodiment and asking the questions which scare you to find the answers as you dig into the past events and future dreads you carry to uncover the gift of the present where all of those potentials exist as well as the key to unlock the Kingdom. Thats all thats at stake. Pick you poison. There are plenty of people, establishments and business all vying for attention but I’m simply requesting that you pay it your Self instead. Thats it. The rest is guidance, commentary and personal observation from the dividends I’ve gained from this experience and various other interactions and intuitions from expanded states of consciousness. You’d be amazed at what you discover within and the implications of its omission from pretty much all forms of Thunking is proof perfect for the entire Slave/Masters thing because ignorance of this is their greatest strength in your manipulation.

Inner Sense is the prime nature, the living forces we step in with because we are them. There is no difference from the presence of the Psylense that manifests as our sentience via the Witness and our full bodied experience. We are perfectly resonant, extremely flexible and spontaneously opening as we intuitively process billions of bits of information with an insatiable curiosity and intent for mastery and the thrill this brings. Somewhere along the line something happens. You get Adulterated and the cost for this diversion is an almost total disconnect from your original state of play. The reason why they call it “second nature” should click but how many of you ever wondered what “first nature” was before this? Thats Inner Sense. The worlds best kept secret that manifests as many things when in reality its all and none of them. Some call it god, others call it riches, power, respect and status. Many say its the quest for the Holy Grail and there are those alchemists who wish to trade their base for it resonance. Call it what you may because the Eden we were within and then booted from is nothing other than the present moment.

In that respect the one is who Centered is Self is divine due to resonance and the rest are aspects of the devil, fighting it out for their own misalignment as they simply stepped into the vacuum they created and most never clicked that individual actually spells inwardly divided and dual. Sounds kind of accurate, yes? For some that statement will put the cat amongst the pigeons and they’ll refer to quotes and edicts without ever once stopping to check, test or put what I’ve said into practice. Its also why every field has its heretics and what they all have in common is direct perception versus engaging in a Game of “He say, she say” as the pledge their allegiance to a cake they’ve never tasted but been told its simply amazing and has them craving the experience due to the vivid promises and descriptions. That and the alternative is hell. Thats a pretty big motivator as well but the thing is these thoughtforms that cling and throw you off alignment are purely temporal as they only exist as long as you remain ignorant of their presence as they syphon and direct your energetics. Not for nothing is your mind mined because they must tell what they spell in a symbolic language and none do it the best as Devilish. Suddenly the cause of the stiff upper lip and of this tiny little islands propensity to unleash savageness upon the rest of the planet makes more sense, yes?

You’re either part of the problem or part of the solution and it all comes down to how you process information because when Slaves say they’re getting triggered what they’re admitting is they’re walking around with emotional timebombs to which they have paid no attention and when pointed out they feel uncomfortable as they’re defined by the bond they hold to the pain. Crazy, isn’t it? A bunch of people clutching at bricks as they’re drowning because they know not they can swim. Thing is you must let go of what you’re holding to finally use your form as intended hence Centered in Self and the Knowledge it brings is all I’m sharing. Simply a perspective. One that is constantly updated as its only ever a partial reflection of what I Witness that is then further mangled by biases and perceptions along with interpretations before being rendered in text and then at the mercy of your comprehension where the process is reversed. Are you seeing the problem?

The flip is we don’t point at something and assign a label. Instead we make sounds from a sensation and evoke the same experience in the one listening via the coordinated use of words and movement. Aka singing and dancing. Thats what they spoke on this planet before Babel. Once again that stiff upper lip strikes and it becomes obvious what form the agents of chaos take upon their mission across this realm and why they loot the rest of their natural resources. Thats the Game on this level. Its supposed to be this way just like I’m scripted to share these waves. Actually, to be more accurate, I’m actualizing the potential vibrations of resonance that I’m equipped with as I strive toward bring the best version of my Self with optimal resonance, everywhen, aka Centered in Self.

Granted this may seem like a novel premise and totally contradict a lot of tenets of a heck of a lot of establishments but I deal with facts, direct imperience, not conjecture, opinions and world building. Give me the energetics, the Inner Sense, that is my original presence and I’ll figure the rest as its constant between all states, phases and dimensions. Thats the real adventure of this stage for me. The rest is but an elaborate window dressing hence broad is the way to hell and well illuminated. The Path of Power, on the flip, is narrow, filled with darkness and carries an immense sensation of threat and wickedness that you don’t want to get next. You know them well. They’re the pains in your mind and flesh that you try real hard to pretend don’t exist. The only way you can exorcise your demons is to face them and they’ll fight for it because once you’ve done the Knowledge their lifetime attempt at brainwashing crumbles in an instant because you no longer need second hand third person tales retold over generations when you’ve got direct imperience. What greater good can there be? Better yet, what better thing to pretend for the devil than convincing ye are he? The sprinkles on top of this is you’re then compelled to worship the same thing but inverted as salvation as the other swing of the pendulum designed to keep you away from the middle as that takes whole mindbodied presence that unlocks the present moment and it all becomes Self evident.

The demons of the mind are slick. The trick is to click that when you feel fear or anger about a concept its them, not you. The art of discernment is simple as asking the question “Who is feeling this?” and then gauging the response with a state of resonance with the Witness. You are the thinker, not the thoughts. The silence in between, not the words and spiel. Comprehend this and then we can start playing because until then every little step has been on a treadmill and you’ve made zero progress. On the bright side of this engineered darkness is you haven’t got much to risk, well, beyond your investment, to take a look within and maybe choose to start walking the Path you create via motion by facing your demons and realizing the schemes, double deals and tricks that were played on a Victim by their Opponent. That is the true meaning of the Game. Hide and seek combined with I and not I. On three levels, at one instant. Best of all the ref took a bribe for the other side and now helps them execute their plans of your suppression and right now they’re telling you to believe none of this and or making you feel uncomfortable. Remember:

“Who is feeling this?” then actually feel it. How much of your Self can you resonate with at the present moment with single pointed focus that is as expansive as it is effortless? Most are in a state of chronic contraction I call kneeling at the feet of midgets and this is why they need pills and potions combined with wishful thinking to mask the pain of living as they eke out an existence inauthentic and, deep down at their truest layers, they are aware of this but will probably die before admitting it. Doesn’t matter though. You can’t fail this test and will keep on coming back to conditions that get more and more difficult and elusive until it clicks that what I’m saying is simply a variable you can test for your Self and see what happens or keep being directed by the voice in your head that has bought you to your current existence. Thats really it, in a nutshell. On one hand you have everything you think you know about anything and the life its built at this moment and on the other you have what you don’t know you don’t know that may be the same as I what I said or something totally different. Only one way to find out, isn’t there?

Till we meet again

Recently I was talking to folks who aren’t strangers to tripping on various substances as I was pondering a hypothesis that goes a little something like this:

What if the geometric patterns, shapes, entities and pulsating forms of consciousness they see in the hallucinogenic state are actually real and authentic and what actually underpins the seemingly solid construction we accept as the third dimension whilst wearing flesh on a planet?

I think its an interesting question and one with some fascinating implications because modern science says things like the world as it is is an illusion along with particles being made up of mostly nothing and yet, to us, it all seems solid and reasonable. Contrast this lens with the one tripping and something has to give because one thing I find fascinating is the machine elves and how there are related myths and legends of this spooky clown face that cackles being that which transports Souls to and from this realm which ties in, real well, with the Trickster myth which was one of the first gods man worshipped. There is a ref I read in a text that said similar things about these immensely egoic beings that get a kick out of saying they are the all of everything and how they created humans and the rest which, if expanded to the current climate, makes a lot about a lot make a load more sense because it explains, quite well, the true nature of religion which creates more conflict and dissent than the unification and emancipation it promises. But, thats another topic.

What if oxygen is actually a hallucinogen and, like water to a fish, we are oblivious of the effect as we accept what it gives with no other frame of reference? Dreaming is another hint of this because they are like private hallucinations from which we awaken into a collective version that most do not question. Apart from the schizophrenic that is. Did you know they, unlike “sane” humans, don’t fall for optical illusions? They literally see right through them. Put a couple of digits together, shake well and serve the mix. Tell me if you draw the same conclusion that their view may not actually be more accurate than those well adjusted to such immense social sickness?

Do hallucinogens reveal the truth? Are they simply pleasure trips that generate a state of dysfunction due to the ingestion of toxins that bring these effects? Ironically that is a picture perfect definition of alcohol and yet its for sale everywhere you can think and nobody considers what kicks under the lid when ingested or how it produces its hit. Isn’t that interesting? Better still is how ancient shamanic cultures learned to mix this leaf with that stem and some of these seeds thrown in to create a brew, psychoactive. Scientists looked into this and were perplexed as the biochemical knowledge needed was immense from the samples present to pick as one form was inactive, the other caused inhibition of certain enzymes and the third bought the kick that lets man trip from a sip.

I truly believe that the species we are now is based on ancient drug ceremonies and rituals. The idea of Santa with magical elves that bring presents and flying reindeer with baubles in trees all stem from Siberian shamans who found the animals acting weird after ingesting these shrooms they picked, stuck in the trees to dry then consumed them. Same with witches on brooms as they absorbed the sacrament via their lips which let the astral flight commence. By the way, that word simply means subconscious because the brainwaves and interconnection under the influence are at a differing form of resonance and you can approximate this without taking a thing just by breathing in and out at depth for a circular forty five minutes. That, in itself is quite interesting and you can see the gestation of the perspective that oxygen may be making us trip. I mean, have you ever noticed your breathing at the point of a really, really good orgasm? What about when you’re stressed? Angry and seeing red or mellow and feeling chill? There is an obvious link to all of this that may be so subtle and ever present that most never consider checking it. It may be worth the investment because ancient yogic texts attest that the wise man takes two breaths a minute which is nigh on impossible for most living as they are too stressed to admit they run to the office with an inverted noose around their neck and various trinkets of modern life that may not be in their best interests as they run the treadmill to pay the bills and get around the board as much as they can before it ends.

If I ran the world I’d make all drugs free and legal for the elderly. Can you imagine how rocking the retirement homes would be? People would be queuing up to get in and I’d bet it would make all the difference to those stressing about death when they’d Witnessed altered states of consciousness. I’m quite certain most would say they’d wished they’d done this previously but the stigma and brainwashing kept them thinking drinking was the best. I wonder why this is? Can you imagine the conversations that would kick between the psychonaut grandfather and his second generation kids when they came to visit? How much the world would flip in a couple of generations? Same with suicide attempts. I’ve always championed the therapeutic use MDMA as it works like a lubricant for stuck emotions and generates frank discussion along with amazing introspection and thus believe it should be the first call for PTSD patients, suicidal ideation and marriage counseling as you create lasting beneficial change with a couple of sessions. Guess why they banned it even though it had an amazing track record? Things like this, in contrast to ineffective pills that mainly pimp the placebo effect whilst often inducing other conditions and problems that need – you guessed it – another script make me look sideways at the current System as it appears designed to max ills whilst offering no real solutions beyond repeat business for the corps that are already rich. That and the fact that nature is outlawed tells you all you really need to know about the currently fallen state of man in comparison to the indigenous who, linking back to the vine mix story mentioned, told scientists:

“The spirit of the plants told us what to mix in order to create it”.

When they asked how on earth they came up with this combination from all that grows in the jungle. They, being so clever and advanced with their tenured positions and research grants, scoffed at this and looked at their rituals of asking permission before they picked, chanting and singing songs to activate the spirit and timing the ingestion with moon phases and other prep as simple minded foolishness of the primitive and yet, once upon a when, this type of Knowledge was exceedingly common all around the planet and this, I suspect, is what gave rise to such similar myths and images across the continents. I mean, they didn’t have TV but their regularly scheduled programming was not of this realm hence all the legends of the songlines, spirit land and dreamtime as well. That is another thing thats very important as the culture builds a type of reverence we now call set and setting as well as using these tools as means of initiation in which the boy becomes a man and was purged of his misgivings by coming face to face with them which creates far less dysfunction as he is not carrying the weight of old pain and projecting blame onto those he meets for he Knows his inner realm and is no stranger to Self, comprehend?

If I were to place a tinfoil turban on my head I’d say those at the helm are aware of all of this and sketched out the plan, back when, to do a number on the rest as they kept the best for themselves. Why? Because ignorance is easily exploited and how on earth could you foster nearly endless conflict if everyone clicked that the rest are simply versions of them and all of this takes place inside their awareness as they are an aspect of the divine, incarnated. But, that was another stage of the Game that those who lived clicked and we scroll instead as we take in life via a lens as tech is our drug that allows us to glimpse beyond the veil, in a sense, and soon that too will be implanted as they mix a bit of that and this to release low level hallucinogens into the blood stream along with various other types of psychobiological regulation that will make Techno Sapiens far more civilized in their big golden cage than we of the iron maze. Thing is though, is low level modulation of consciousness really freedom or simply the appearance of engineered bliss in which dissent is impossible as the implants won’t allow it and nor will their impulses ever stop to think:

“Hey, what if I combine this and that with this and brew it then sip?”.

As they will be totally cut off from spirit and plugged in to a digital counterfeit whilst those at the helm (who will be the same as now, I’d bet) will still be partaking as they’ll run a different OS in their heads from the plebs (same as now, I’d bet). As much as things change they tend to stay the same. Unless you dare to think different so if you’re of that bent I’d suggest you take advantage whilst it presents and do the Knowledge because once the chips are down, down, down in your cortex then that option gets defenestrated, real quick, as people are set adrift on the engineered bliss a brave new world brings for the Souls incarnating in to a technologically extended life sentence that pimps their awareness with an increasingly efficient method of mind bending.

Its not the end of the world… But you can see it from here.

Till we meet again

A while ago a man did an experiment. He took a single celled organism and watched it do what it does. Do you know what that was? Dancing. Expansion, contraction, moving to a rhythm. The natural desire of life is to unfold into its environment but it does so in increments and this testing of boundaries creates a feedback loop of enlargement, regression and in continuance with each new level being the base from which the next springs. It really is quite beautiful and seeing as we’re in a fractal its extremely easy to extrapolate to all living things as they all follow the same intrinsic pattern. Children illustrate this best but then, around six years in, something happens. Actually, the roots of it were laid well before then and we’re Witnessing the presence of the weeds choking out the edenic bliss of Inner Sense. After that its all about folding in because we get to know this Devil, real well. So well, in fact, that we start to believe we’re it and woe betide anyone who dares suggest this is a state of hypnosis and one of the greatest confidence tricks the world has ever seen as it replies with one voice but 8 billion lips ergo the level of noiZ is immense… Folding in versus opening out. Back to the experiment:

Just for fun the scientist started poking and prodding at the amoeba on the reg. Can you guess what happened? Yep, it was stressed. It tentatively checked one or two more times and then decided “This is a hostile environment” and resigned itself to second best. This is, in effect, a Slaves life.

How does one overcome this rather pernicious state of programming that is par for the course on this level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits? Simple. By having fun with it. Next time that voice in your head is whining, stressing, yelling or generally engaging in theatrical deception as a psychospiritual ventriloquist I want you to take the statement and rephrase it as a question and then pretend its the child you talking. Imagine an age, dream up a situation that seems to fit and let that old and wasted muscle of imagination get to pumping. For example:

“Nobody likes you. Keep your mouth shut” becomes:

“Who likes me? When have I been praised for speaking up?” and then list the examples.

Simple as that, the trance is broken. Hooray! The wicked old witch is dead. Well, not yet, she’s just resting because she’ll be back with a vengeance as she needs to be fed by Adulterating your consciousness and its done by poking and prodding at the tenderness that, once upon a when, started contracting more than expanding. Basically you have to become your own parent and offer that advice, the hug, the encouragement you didn’t get as the wounded womb hurts the seeds its births out of ignorance. This tip is so immense and sensitive that it usually gets a great many women up in their feelings. Funny how the truth has a tendency of doing this, isn’t it?

The saddest thing about life isn’t death. Its what meets its end whilst you’re still in the flesh and how few heed the call to adventure to rescue the child within and bring them and their abundant resources into the present moment. Its why when I ask:

“Would you rather be rich or fearless?” most pick the ends till they stop and think about it and it becomes Self evident that if they didn’t have the brakes jammed on so well they’d be super creative and make way more of worth via imagination and the confidence it brings when you know you’re the best thing since sliced bread and able to prove it. Its a familiar newness. Many drugs attempt to approximate bits of it. The lack of this sensation is the worst kept secret of the wealthy and why its so common to see spirals into addictions, perversions and problems as they now have the budget to pretend they are fully expanded but, deep down within, the kink in the hose pipe of their consciousness is still stuck and suffering due to the poking and prodding life presented. That is why some of the strongest people in this realm have nothing you could point at as accolades or even skills but that is because you don’t see beneath the surface as it takes a heck of lot to have been abused, neglected and rejected on the reg but still carry a spirit of nurturing compassion that is generous and done for the image making but because you truly wish to protect and help those who know the shadows depth. On the flip a lot of people have these personalities imprinted into them as an overlay of consciousness which is actually akin to viral replication which opens up a whole nother cascade of thinking about what floats above man as the true apex predator of this realm aka the Slave/Master effect.

Much like everything there are ways and schemes just like most have hopes and dreams and what I mean by this is some voluntarily fold in. Its actually the basis of all true meditation and this skill has been lost in the ages and now is a field filled with navel gazing obfuscation that delivers nought of the original intent hence why I prefer the term Journey instead as each time a Warrior delves into Self they bring back something to up their resonance. An excellent boxing coach laid the groundwork for this as the role of a pugilist is the ultimate moving meditation as when you are in that zone of the flow state it becomes obvious that the art of elusive aggression is that of hitting without getting clipped and this brings an immense buzz that must be felt and imperienced to comprehend. He said:

“We are stealing apples. Your Opponent keeps them on his face, chin, ribs and anywhere else you can hit. Remember, you can’t eat until you bring it in and we are stingy so we want to ensure we starve him whilst we’re well fed“.

Rhythmic poetry that hammered the point home, real well, that hands should always, always, always rest in a guard position (folding in) until it comes time to uninhibited expansion (opening out) at a point when its least expected as this generates the most dramatic effect as a fighter must be exciting and confident. Two traits, once again, that every single child has in abundance. In many respects most peoples lives were a sixth round knockout and they give up the ghost and spend the rest going through the motions with no emotion as the Soul has been drained out of them. Call it how you wish, can you deny what I’ve said? Better yet, can you actually admit it? Even to your Self? In private? If so then congratulations. You may just have a Warrior within that you can quickly awaken by recollecting the state of opening out as another interesting hint is that fear is actually a street sign on the way to power and not time to call it quits.

Once you start mastering your energetics life becomes very, very interesting because you comprehend exactly how much of a mind Game this is as you up your res and what comes next means you’ll either lose your mind or get your vibe right because, in the end, they’re one and the same thing. Lets pretend we have two amoebas. One has been poked and prodded since he was born, the other has done as he wished in an environment that was encouraging. Both are “living” in the technical sense but I’m sure everyone would agree that one actually exists and there is a world of difference, yes? Imagine if we could upload the past of the opening out one to the folding in version. Do you think it would ever, voluntarily, go back to its old way of doing things or would it take to the familiar newness of a state it secretly missed since it dimmed like water and fish as it gets its groove back and starts moving with a pimp step, slick talk and lust for life that is most libidinous.

Freud, as well as being wrecked off his tits on that sniff, was actually correct about his basic premise as life is all about sex and thats why its used to sell everything but the act itself is pure power, manifested, as it contains the potential to encase another Soul in flesh and that, if you truly think about it, is an immense trip as you are, quite literally, the closest equivalent to god that infant will know in the flesh and its so easy to mess up the blueprint you etch if you haven’t done the Knowledge as you’ll fall back to your training which, ten times out of ten, came from parents Adulterated aka amoeba poked with a stick, back when, who hated it and yelled:

“When I grow up I’ll never be like them” at the sheer unfairness but ended up doing exactly the same thing. Its often why your uncle is so much cooler than your father and why the boy who wasn’t embraced by the tribe when growing will burn the village to feel its warmth instead. This loops back in to what I mentioned about those who have endured abuse, most horrific, as some use the help as a coping mech, others as a lure for fresh victims under the guise of assistance but a tiny, tiny percent used those cracks to release the ghost in the shell and this leads back to those who voluntarily fold in and come face to faceless with their true essence and, in many respects, its only here that the Game truly begins as one starts to comprehend the inherent nature of the illusion in which dreams are for sale to a people, sleepwalking.

Imagine if that life sentence read:

“Comprehend the inherent nature of the illusion in which dreams are five sale three a people, sleepwalking”.

Ain’t that new frame of reference? Better yet, instead of strolling around in a weak daze awaiting getting weakened what if five rays were a “Strength” and those two of relief and celebration were when you were “Strengthened”? Lets keep lacing because lets pretend that you knew what do with your waist and thus no longer wasted the gift you were presented with… Its so Devilish, friends.

Thing is folding in is akin to Self Destruction and feeling a little something is better than the total numbness to which you’ve became accustomed. Its only when one does the flip that the previous coping mech is rendered visible. This is the each one, teach one principle because if you ever meet someone who keeps its really real and tells you when you’re Fing up and you don’t catch feelings but actually listen and implement then you are on the fast track to success. That spell always makes me laugh as it does exactly what it says on the tin when it comes to winning in the standard mode of thinking:

Consume poop. Get it? Suck, cess. Suddenly the concept of “brown nosing” makes a load more sense as well as why the most incompetent people are promoted along with the general nature of nepotism and the old boy network in which true skills must take a distant pedestal to playing the Game. I don’t know about you but I simply can’t do that. Patrice O’Neal is a great example of a modern philosopher slash opposite of tap dancer. Now even he will admit he tried them shoes on but they didn’t fit and then he just let rip and opened out wherever he could get some airtime and this is what made him an immortal legend in his death as his wisdom is timeless, unfiltered and very entertaining. Imagine if they’d cut a cheque – would that have happened or would he have been forced to reign it in and sing the secret corporate narrative in which certain things can and others can’t be mentioned otherwise there will be repercussions. If you’re ever wondering why a struggling artist hit a lick and then lost that indefinable “it” you’ve just came across the reason. Especially if they keep getting pushed along with a media blitz promising another classic as the bought and paid for pundits read scripts in order to influence the rest. This really is the most subtle type of amoeba experiment and its totally invisible to most but obvious to a few as we live in an era of false social proof and carefully curated images that often have little to do with reality but no one dares admit the Emperor is undressed as the grift is so immense that they’d rather believe the hype than their lying eyes. Just like people driving of a cliff, back when, because the GPS said.

Welcome to the realm where the inmates, long ago, took over the asylum and should one fly over the cuckoos nest and wind up Knowing the Ledge they’ll either be co-opted, threatened and possibly killed mentally, physically or spiritually as that serves a dual purpose of keeping the rest in check and running the treadmill with no questions asked as they want in and the rewards it brings. Plenty of your faves have gave up their rear ends and this isn’t to cast aspersions or couch what I’m saying as something else because there are others who step in and have their Inner Sense stolen via a process of spiritual theft that is most insidious as this allows a vampiric type of control mixed in with an energetic leeching that paves the way for coping mechs and addictions can then be exploited for further leverage. There truly is no depth to which the clique won’t sink to get one over on anyone they see as a threat but, just like ice, there is a limit beyond which they can’t sink as its the lowest vibration you can get. In that example the amoeba is akin to a brick and they take these dead, lifeless aspects and stack them up to a create a macabre spectacle which is a corpse party, par excellence aka the old zombie effect in which something has been hollowed out from within and is little more than a meat puppet. “Hat racks” as a friend of mine in the biz used to call them. Some things in reality are stranger than fiction but the amazing thing about lies accepted as fact, without checking, is that one requires deception to slip in a truth without the detectors flapping hence why doing the Knowledge is essential as some things can’t be said direct but must be impressed in bits and pieces so you can weave your own narrative in this adventure you create via the level of introspection you’re willing to apply to the shadows depth.

Till we meet again

I’m going to share a most simple method of shaking your BS down to the ground and getting to the bare metal of what is. How to hack your human nature, in a nutshell. Ready to commence?

Why?

Or:

Why not?

Thats it. Grab a pad and pen. Write down a few areas where you are stuck on not making the progress you wish and then keep on hitting your (false) self with the why or why not? Example:

I’m broke. I hate it. I wish I was rich.

Why?

Because I want to enjoy shiny things, do as I wish and stunt on the net so the models come running for a taste of my success.

Why?

Validation, I guess.

Why?

I don’t feel enough, as is.

Why?

My mother said I reminded her of my father and he was a deadbeat that left.

Why?

I don’t know. Probably because she was an insufferable bish that was hard to tolerate and impossible to please. She’s the reason I’m a mess.

Why?

Because of what she did. All the things she put in my head and I never really thought about till this moment.

Why not?

Its easier to blame other people and I’ve never stopped to introspect till you set me this stupid challenge and now I can’t pretend to ignore what I was fully aware of all along.

Why not?

It doesn’t work any more. You can only pretend to be ignorant until you swell the balloon of wisdom with a breath in. After that expansion it never returns again to its previous limit and you’re forced to admit you get back what you put in and the rest is a load of crap you use to feel better about yourself. Thanks, now I’m depressed.

Why?

Because it feels like pushing a rock up a hill whilst rollerskating. There is a deep sense of sadness within.

Why?

Because its just “Why? Why? Why?” that never ends. Give it a rest. I don’t care.

Why?

Oh for Fs sake. Listen, this is getting irritating. I have half a mind to quit.

Why not?

Because I can’t unthink this now, can I? Look at what I’ve said. There is plenty of food for thought there to examine because its becoming obvious I’m the problem and I really, really didn’t want to admit this as its easier to blame the rich when I secretly want to be like one of them but spend most of my time karma farming on Reddit as those upvotes keep the dopamine flowing and brings meaning to my existence.

Why?

The opinions of strangers on the internet is quite important as there really is nothing else of worth in my life at the moment beyond doomscrolling and rushing to post some content in order to get that little pat on the head that feels satiating.

Why?

Because I hate my life, the person I’ve become, the opportunities I’ve wasted and the fact that I spend my time lying to myself about the realness that you’re forcing me to face and I don’t like you made me do this because I signed up to feel better, not worse, and your latest mind Game is driving me insane. At least dicelife was fun. This one just made me miserable.

Why?

I’m not playing any more. I don’t care what you say. I’m not replying.

Why not?

And there we have it. The root cause of his problem was the fact that he was miserable and everything else in his life was designed to hide this fact. Suddenly, on reviewing the session, he had innumerable vectors of attack to use against his (false) self that was currently at the helm and it was much better then echo chambering the “Eat the rich! Down with capitalism!” mindset on his favorite sub Reddits as he saw he secretly coveted the life they lived but was too caught up in coping mechs to do anything productive. From this session you could pick, lets say:

“My mother said I reminded her of my father and he was a deadbeat that left”.

And drill into this to further smash the fragments with another line of reasoning until you get down to the underlying feeling and then just feel it. Sit with it. Ask your Self:

“Is it true? Correct? What if I did the opposite?” and start to dream big because a lot of what holds us back is akin to a fully grown elephant that used to wrestle against a peg and chain, back when, and hasn’t realized its own strength. Yet. To meet and greet it one must face their inherited weakness that doth creep into the minds of men who live the life unexamined. As you can guess this can be super powerful hence its strictly for live men, not for fresh men, as you are responsible for your own emotional regulation contrary to what the triggered mob may say as that is, in the end, a tacit admission of weakness that expects another to do what you can’t for Self and its also a litmus test that shows the false one is at the helm as the really real knows the deal but is buried beneath layers of coping mechs.

Basically you are blowing apart the foundations of a life you detest. In this case the guy deleted his Reddit account with a yelp and immense protest even though he’d tracked the time he spent on the web left none spare for other things and was, in the end, totally repetitive and entirely predictable as he kept reciting the same script that didn’t even bring the results he wanted. Instead he hit the bricks and got out of the crib and did real world things which formed genuine connections and not false dopamine hits based on digital emulation. He filled volumes with introspection on what he’d learned from his parents and how much of it was actually valid and what he’d accepted without reality testing before rolling the dice with new options and trying on fresh modes of being for himself. The end result was scraping a lot of previously unexamined pain down to the bone and without the teat to suck that kept it all hidden there was no more room for investment in ignorance. Once you got your list pick what sticks out and frame points that are the opposite. Look for aspects in your life that prove this and are affirming. If not make them happen and reality test the new version of your Self that is more free flowing and rooted in the present moment than stuck with an old OS inside your head that doesn’t deliver the life you wish or suspect you’re capable.

If you keep doing what you did you’ll get more of what you had and thus it takes a radical shift in perspective to change things and this psychological hand grenade really does the trick as long as you’ve got the minerals to live your lyrics after you see the realness staring back at you in ink. You need to flesh out answers, as illustrated, not be boring and monosyllabic so note your emotions, reactions, tangents, bodily sensations, unfiltered impressions and random recollections as well because we are beginning to plumb the depths of your subconsciousness so expect the unexpected. Also, take note of your dreams as well as this type of chaotic thinking can generate immense night visions that are often dripping with symbolism, suggestions and help on where to introspect next because the truth of the matter is you have a genius within that genuinely wants to help but is generally constrained by the limits of your resonance and the fact that if you keep accepting what it sells it feels no need to switch the menu up a bit as the law of conservation is in full effect.

Did he become a rich, happy success with a stream of women flocking to his bed to entertain him? Of course not. Be realistic, he’d spent a decade on Reddit when most people his age were clubbing. He is, however, a heck of a lot more honest with himself and grounded in the present movement which leads to actual traction versus imitation and this builds a genuine sense of confidence which can only beget better things than circle jerking with the plebs using the latest opiate of the masses to validate your ignorance. Now, this is a real world hack in the authentic sense of the term we used, back when, before it went mainstream and people believed that mushing two pre-manufactured bits together made them elite when its no such thing. It is ugly but effective. Real work takes the kind of grit that most don’t possess, at the moment, and the above can be used in many ways like, for example, like challenging your deepest beliefs and assumptions about the world and how it is or various concepts you’ve invested in and pretty much anything else you can imagine from spicing up your sex life to ceasing the same argument as a couple. One word can be the cause of immense liberation if you are willing to keep digging as you’ll always come to an emotion that, once felt, often has a memory attached via a string that you previously couldn’t recollect but when you did it released a chunk of voltage as it melted some resistance you didn’t know you possessed because thats the hallmark of Adulteration and this is one of the steps on the Path you make by walking in order to awaken the Warrior within.

Till we meet again

You’ve heard me mention before about blossoming out or folding in, yes? I’ve also stated how trauma, repetition and symbols are the main sources of manipulation in this realm but lets take a side quest for a moment with some more grist for the mill as we check the resonance of healing, feeling, masking and deceiving.

The latter pair are on display for the world to see via the most socialist of medes. The former two, in their reality, are often done far away from a screen with a great amount of privacy as it takes a lot of strength to look within with a bit of tenderness instead of constantly hammering away at a dish in the kitchen that never, ever meets your expectations. Thats the definition of insanity, you know? Like I’ve said elsewhen:

If what was in your head worked well then your life would reflect and be perfect.

Well, is it? This is the strangest thing about this realm and the people therein as they are so well adjusted to such immense social sickness that to question it is to be seen as outsane which, once examined, really hints that the inmates took over the asylum and normalized their brand of crazy which means that the so called schizo may actually view life with a clear lens which is a very profitable avenue of research for those willing to do the Knowledge. Back on trend:

Grab a pad and pen (or phone app if you insist as its not as effective but better than nothing) and note down your daily thought routines, inner talk, commentary, feelings and the rest then, at night before you get into bed, take a glimpse over it. I know, for most its quite horrifying as they would never, ever treat their best friend like this and yet they beat themselves up in their head on the reg whilst fronting for the rest that life is perfect. See what I mean about straight up nuttiness masquerading for mental health in this realm? I came from a place where dysfunction and coping mechs were par for the course but the interesting thing about broken people is they know whats in their head is a mess and thus are willing to play around with the variables they possess in order to create a better hand from the deck. Those a bit higher up the socioeconomic standard or, interestingly, with a few academic credentials are frequently so rigid that they’ll do anything to keep a distance from this aspect and will often deny it exists whilst simultaneously displaying all the ins and outs as expected. Social media, with its normalized narcissism for the new generation, is full of this as everyone wants to shine but are allergic to the grind.

Healing and feeling can only happen in one place at one time:

Here and now.

How often are you there, on an average day? Like the businessman who was mentioned in passing that spent his days hopped up on pep pills, caffeine and cigarettes with a bottle of wine downed in his mansion as he sat there rueing the one that got away but was mad reluctant to bring any change to his Game. No matter how much he hated it. I actually do get his drift though as he intuitively sensed that he was under so much inner tension that to move one variable would be like the old Kerplunk thing and might cause him to lose his marbles so best to keep on pushing along the psychosocial treadmill as it allowed him to afford a better class of distractions and the accolades and respect from work was enough to take off the edge and keep him distracted. This is a great case of masking and deceiving because he was, in the end, attempting to fool his Self via this mode of living but it was another guy that came close to his win and then slipped as the donkey wasn’t supposed to eat the carrot tied to his head as that would signal the end of the ass whooping that kept him going. When he did stop and glance within he was reborn as a man who treks jungles and such things which, handily in this modern age, can be monetized as there are plenty watching that covet what you do but refuse to do for Self.

Much like porno, in that sense, which you could apply to those ninety minute machines of empathy generation designed to scratch an emotional itch versus the craving for physical friction. It really is a weird world from where I’m sitting and taking in the scene as I’m still tripping over the whole walking around a planet wearing flesh deal as this rock hurtles through a vacuum in its quest to chase a fireball. Thats such a wild thing and all of these crazy sprinkles along with loads of other bits and bobs provide more than enough grist for the mill of my thought experiments but lets get practical for a moment:

After you’ve got around a months worth of observations start looking for Patterns of thought and then categorize them so you Know what you go to when stressed, depressed or elated then try something else. Better still, feelsee into those states and see which memories and events you recollect and work backwards to an emotion of bodily sensation as you sit with it and breathe. See what happens in your mind and flesh then mediate it with a sense of acceptance and its amazing how many new options can unfold as old blockages start to melt. This is the oft mentioned straight line in Tetris moment and its quite amazing once imperienced as the next logical steps of deduction hint that the Game plays out inside your awareness which loops us back to the absurdity of “being human” as its such a ridiculous premise that I can see why they call coming to Earth the cosmic jape factory because without amnesiac gods that believe they’re something else how else would this five sensory funfair of the flesh function?

Masking and deceiving is really easy because it fits like a second skin. How odd that very few stop to question whats under the callous, yes? They just accept the Pane Body overlaid on their Earthday Suit and keep on half stepping along the psychosocial treadmill that sings “Work, buy, consume, die” from one life to the next. I got ninety nine problems but this ain’t half the one it used to be and I’d be willing to bet that slipping its surly grip is what opened up my awareness to think like this with no chemical assistance or mood alteration as there was a time, back when, that me and my coping mechs were best buds due to the feeling of release they’d bring until it clicked that in between the life I was living and me when I was chilling there was a tiny, quiet slice of the authentic that was being heavily suppressed under the weight of ignorance. The irony was that I thought I knew myself well when, in reality, the best place to keep something hid is the last place you’d go looking for it as its laced with fear and dread.

This is why I can speak on such things as I live my lyrics and what I push the pen on comes from the chest and is based on imperience because, in the end, we’re all here serving out a life sentence. Sure, to some, that may seem like a dim tinted kind of view about wearing the flesh but if you could only comprehend the true nature of the ineffable that exists beyond here you’d regret you ever left. Isn’t that ironic? Souls can’t wait to get here and when they arrive they amuse themselves to death as an attempt to assuage the pain of living a life, inauthentic and unexamined. Wild.

Try rolling a dice. Thats a great way of sensing the true nature of the mask you don’t even realize you’re wearing as it may seem fake at first but when you get used to the live action role play it becomes Self evident what the Bard said about the world being a stage is perfectly accurate but most are entirely ignorant as to who pushed the pen to write their lifes performance…

We are in a weird place at the strangest time and odder still is the fact that so many of you just accept this all without question. In many ways that shows just how effective the System is with its programming and keeping people looking anywhere but within as this realm is filled to the gills with false promises and solutions that never manifest as expected. Like Ozempic. People are walking around looking thin and washed in direct contrast to the “body positive” image pimpery the media sings whilst those that can afford it nip and tuck like hell as the rest filter and edit themselves to death after taking a million pictures and picking the best to present a narrative to the plebs, watching. This, it may surprise you to learn, is the exact process happening inside your head, in a sense, which is why I’ve said most are little more than living hostages that comprehend not the shadows depth. There is a very easy way to prove or disprove this and it involves sticking a roll of paper to your wall and marking a long line with born on one end and ten on the next then filling in the details.

Most people are surprised to realize that decade in the flesh edited down to a sizzle real of around eighteen months plus even those memories may not be accurate and are often fabrications or third person recreations. Tomorrow people, where is your past? This is a deeper topic but you know I like to lace my Warriors with Game because we aren’t trying to get ahead, its all about the heart with its greater wavelength as it Knows (capital K, strikes again!) which is why if I ask you if you are the best or wackest version of your Self on a scale of one to ten you are aware, in an instant, of exactly where you sit.

Well? Now you Know, what are you gonna do about it?

Till we meet again