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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

Its easy being good when times are same but when the chips are down and that smile turns to a frown the savage within comes kicking and screaming to the surface and says:

“OK, you wanna play rough?”.

That, in a nutshell, is the reason for this stage on the Game, as far as I can tell. Look around, tell me demons ain’t at the helm and the wicked don’t get a free pass whilst the decent either work like Slaves or get a Nine double M to the brain for going against the grain and trying to help their fellow man…

They’ll always send your own to do you in… Not all skinfolk are kinfolk, dig? The simulation gained some real sharp teeth as we sank to these depths of this dimension in which most are little more than living hostages of their ignorance and, all around this realm, there is a swell of the dead that dwell between the proverbial hell and a hard place but thats another topic. The Path of the righteous man in all of this is very, very narrow and its lit via the illumination of truth that shines from within and the coherence this brings in the land of the three Kingdoms known as the head, chest and abdomen. Each provides its own type of intelligence that channels more of the numinous wavelength of your consciousness. Why do you think Devilish tells you to “waste” whats at your “waist”? For years I did just this. Then I Knew the Ledge and things were never the same again…

The Path of Power is one he creates by walking. There is no map. No pre-set way. No “Say these magic words and be saved” because, in the end, its every Soul for its Self. Thats why this level exists, my friend. Peep Game:

As I outlined in a previous missive there are rules and structure to all of this and the more people to process the less the general intelligence and awareness as its spread thin. Not to mention we have countless, at this very moment, that are soulless – or NPCs in common parlance – who have lights, glittering in the windows, which barely hint at the fact that there is little else happening beyond the surface. A lot of these types are here to pad things out. The rest are used as walk ins. I used to have a friend that worked on the Hollywood back sets and he once said something interesting:

“Hat racks. Thats what we call em. You know, its super unnerving when you first see them and spot what kicks as they’re literally standing there waiting for the shout of “Action!”. Before that its just like they’re not quite human as there is flesh but nothing animating it, within. Then an immense rush kicks and they deliver an amazing performance which leaves the audience stunned but I’ve seen it, up close and personal, and it really makes me wonder about the business I’m in and the deeper implications of this thing called acting”.

Granted, the above is mildly edited for dramatic effect but it illustrates, quite well, what he said about the perturbing sense of discomfort at seeing such emptiness manifest before something takes the helm. Now, this was back when and the Game of Souls hypothesis was still in its gestation. Those who remember the web back at the tail end of the Nineties and into the early Os will recollect how totally different and organic it felt before we delved into the totally sanitized echo chamber its gained since the algos kicked in and everyone went digital. So much obscure info, obfuscated. Try it your Self:

If you have an old youtube link from back when that deals with something zany or fringe see what kicks when you type in the title as, most times, it won’t show a thing even though you can access via direct link. Instead you are force fed a sanitized narrative of popular hits and curated clips. Not to mention that all of the strange little nooks and crannies in which people would congregate to pontificate on a niche topic dipped and instead we got a huge push of noiZ in the form of socialist mediums that were all about selling an image to the pups about how the big dogs live. As things developed and I put some meat on the bones and fleshed out the thesis things took a quantum leap after my near death experience as it became blatantly obvious that the brain hyperconducts consciousness and that is not of this realm ergo mos def not made by the flesh which simply augments and modulates it which is why drugs, sex and hypnosis are so effective at changing your wavelength. The reason why I mention this is because a) it sprinkles seeds for a forthcoming bit on mind control and the true nature of magick and b) it shows how the Path really is because when its wall to wall wickedness its really quite simple to get set adrift on an engineered bliss that offers second helpings of Hell for those who Thunk its heaven sent as their own inner GPS has been artfully miscalibrated.

On the flip there are things that are possible in this depth that simply cannot happen on another stage and in that sense you can plunge in and in one lifetime do the things needed to ascend and break the shackles of the Game as you reclaim your Inner Sense. Now, don’t think its a “Woohoo! We out!” kind of thing because, obviously, you must have put the work in in previous incarnations to build even the rudiments of that robe you carry from one life to the next. The astute reader will have noticed that this drops more than a hint about what it truly was that Jacob stole from Esau, back when, because all of these texts contain cryptic refs that can only be decoded by the wise eyes of the initiate as they were never meant for the plebs to comprehend. It also offers an interesting hint about he who sits at the helm and what type of people he favors for his undertakings… Back to the metaphysics. Buddhists and the ilk call this the Rainbow Body and its best imagined as vehicle you can ride in after death but seeing as this is your whip and not a spiritual taxi cab you rent you can go where you wish and this opens up the avenues of exploration to very interesting depths that most will never plumb and lesser still comprehend. Funny, isn’t it, how the Egyptians referred to this aspect as a “Ka” and we drive what in this realm? See how they can keep things hid, right in front of your vision and why, in the land of the blind, the one eyed king laughs at them via his own myopic visions and delusions of grandeur they bring?

All of this is only capable with this immense level of degradation. If you, like me, are an Eighties jit you know fine well that the term “Nintendo hard” needed more than a pause as it swiftly turned boys into men due to the immense amount of frustration they demanded in their pixel perfect challenge. Not just this but we, in the flesh, watched the shift of a world that went from analog to digital and that is pretty astounding, when you think about it.

All of my life I was surrounded by criminals. To some it may seem strange but that was the element around the ends where everyone was skint and thus no one minded a bit of hustle to stretch the little bread they possessed. As you can imagine there were very few righteous men in this mix but, oddly, there was a code of conduct and respect that often vanishes in higher tax brackets as your word was important ergo you did what you said. Something to ponder on because they say behind every fortune is a crime that exceeds it and that, my friend, is the hallmark of this stage in which might is right and corruption is the order of the day for those that wish to excel in the charade of being false gods among real men aka the clash of the Titans in which the bad won and lived to rewrite the tales they now beam into your head via multiplex visions and the whole black mirror thing. By the way, don’t you think its interesting that if I shine a pure white light at a screen you can, via the reduction of elements, create every scene from every motion pic that ever has, will or would exist. Isn’t that something? The astute reader will have clicked what I mean about the Psylense and how everything shifts once you’ve heard it because things are never, ever the same again.

In that respect my friends who wish me death are the best chums a man can possess as their pedigree is impeccable. Woof! Think of it as learning what not to do mixed in with a bit of reverse engineering, a healthy dollop of intuition and some protective luck sprinkles that had my back when things got thick and they unleashed the spells, demons and all round wickedness that nestled in the chests of those I didn’t suspect were grinning and yet villains. That is the Path of the righteous man because when everyone queues and cues you to be wicked and do bad things it chafes them a bit to watch the prize slip from between their fingertips as you decide to up your wavelength and not give in to the basics that hold the rest in their grip. If you are seeking salvation aka true liberation then I have no doubt you have heard this on FM because one of the most interesting aspects I’ve noticed with all the Warriors I’ve met is they, nine out of ten, came up in a life that was a mess. Addicted parents, being born with less, immense amounts of stress and abuse was common along with a great many other things designed to dampen their innate vibration by bringing them in tune with the plebs – to whom they always felt a bit different and not quite able to connect beyond a superficial lens. They’re not like us. No matter how much they pretend…

The Path of the righteous man means setting your own mark and enforcing it. Cost be damned. Integrity isn’t for sale but most have a price tag which is quite interesting, when considered, as honor can become a weakness when up against those that don’t posses it but flaunt an immense counterfeit that demands you buy in. Its like a naked emperor thing because we’re living in times when thieves are kings and so called religious men diddle little kids and the next generation is RIP before they even begin thanks to being razed by screens (not a spelling mistake) exactly as the plan intended. The Path often means you go against the grain. I knew a dude that went off grid way before it was a popular thing. Another went to Tibet, ostensibly chasing the temple hash of legend, and ended up shaving his head and becoming initiated into an ancient sect that said they’d been awaiting him. Diamond body, recollect? Not everyone who steps in is on the same wavelength. Thats one of the biggest deceptions with this “We are all one” mess as yes, we may all be pure consciousness but that is where it ends as the bandwidth processing is so different that others may as well be from another species which is a fascinating topic as you Know em when you meet em as there is something special about em that sparks a recollection within of a time when things were different in the Game.

Vulture Vlad usually gets no clicks but its worth listening to the Game Smooth B kicks when it comes to spiritually grounding one that was flying high on chemicals whilst offering an immense insight into why he, himself, needed to get his kicks to have some kip on a drug that would make an elephant nod. Spiritual war, in other words, as the righteous man is beset on all sides by things in and beyond this realm that don’t have his best interests beating in that void of their chests. Instead they want to consume all he can get. Often this starts with the parents who may show traits like the narcissist, psychopath or just straight up wicked as they beat brakes off their kid for the smallest indiscretion whilst, often, presenting a totally different image to the rest whilst steadily gaslighting the Warriors mind they have in their grip on this spin of the Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits. This is how coals become diamonds, my friend. Its not pretty but it is is efficient to be round in a world filled with square watermelons and thats what inspired me to push the pen with this article because if you’re going through Hell, keep going. Keep going, man, thats the best I can tell because the Path is super, duper thin and ultra dim as you barely see a step beyond in comparison to the broad way that is well lit, filled with plebs, walking that way and this as they work, buy, consume and die with a clue of what kicks or who they are beyond the flesh.

In a nutshell, to wrap it up, you can consider it like this:

In the golden age all are good. There is no religion or educational establishments because gnosis comes from within and parents Know that when a child steps in they are coming with that fresh alignment and eyes that can teach them ergo they encourage the lotus to blossom without the need for filth and coping mechs. As time does progress the inner world that is rich becomes poor and thin but the outer starts looking fat and really attractive but, as things are flipped, we bludgeon Inner Sense to death the moment it steps in by pumping faulty operating systems into their heads which don’t do a thing but foment more conflict and stress which is the hallmark of this stage hence the immense need for escapism. The very fact that you are here, reading this, means there is a high chance you’re one of the 8% to whom I send my message and thus you probably have already thought of this and much more as well during your own adventure in the flesh where very little about this realm makes sense until you start to comprehend its the tail end of an operation in which the best left and this is what you get ergo get free or thrive trying is the mindset when it clicks you’re actually an immortal wearing the flesh and the whole aim is to get the hell out of this mess and the best thing is this stage offers the chance for immense acceleration and development in the spiritual sense as the demons are at the helm and will do anything they can to tempt, waylay and steal your true potential. Ask the Slave/Masters. They line up for the quick fix and a handy, dandy cheat code on how to influence the rest via the use of Negs but how many comprehend the true cost of access and what actually is happening in their spinal column? The truth ain’t in him, playa. The truth ain’t in him…

Stay lightly dozing with your third eye open.

Till we meet again

Scientists say they’re on the verge of a new discovery that could hail a new golden age for man, women and anything else you can imagine:

A pill that makes you happy with who you are.

Now, obviously, animals wouldn’t need this but for the vast majority of the human populace this would be like a godsend wrapped by Buddha and hand delivered by Jesus whilst Krishna smiles in the distance as many Souls rise the next AM to find their number one underlying stress had totally melted and vanished. Can you imagine what comes next?

Plastic surgeons would be jumping off their windowsills and decorating the pavement with their internal organs, big business moguls would be depressed as no one needs to buy their pills and potions to feel worth it and pretty much every single thing in this realm would never, ever be the same again. Can you imagine?

This thought experiment, my friend, shows you how its your mind that houses the problems and its ignorance of this truth (that they keep well hid) that powers the psychosocial treadmill that encompasses this realm and its denizens. Its an old pimps trick where they damage the merchandise via a traumatic imprint and then let em sweat for a bit before swooping in with a solution that is designed to make her forget that he’s the architect of the whole thing and its done purely for his benefit via her sweat, angst and friction. In the bricks its known as a protection racket and it follows the same blueprint. Quiet as kept but it also lays the blueprint for various spiritual endeavors in this realm hence why profit and prophet are homonyms… Lets continue the experiment:

Some wise guy in tech comes up with a process that takes you an AR tour of how it would feel once you’d munched your one and only pill of Immacontentin after doing the Knowledge. You strap the goggles to your head and the current version of you is reflected back from the mirror which often didn’t make you grin with its image. This time, however, things are different as the voice in your head starts stretching its legs as you run your hand over your abdomen and think:

“Isn’t it amazing what this flesh does for me and how it works so well without any effort needed? Truth be told I haven’t really paid it the best interest in terms of maintenance and feeding but that changes today because I feel so comfortable in my skin and I wish to repay the favor to this carbon based vessel that hosts my sentience in this immense Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits”.

The perspective shifts and we’re six months, distant. The life looks like sort of your own but way different. You’re skiing. The sights you see and the feeling of speed raises a thrill from the first person perspective but nowhere near as what comes next as you arrive at the valley after gliding down the peak and are greeted by… What did you see? Yes, you. The one reading. It is, after all, a choose your own adventure in the flesh. Lets get back to the AR spectacle as you fill in the details because this is something you always wanted to do or learn but never found the time which is why you’d constantly put it off and now, here is the other version of you living the lyrics you previously only dreamt in your head…

Its a year and change to the signals beaming into your brain. You are getting out of bed and feel amazingly refreshed as your dreams were encouraging and filled with all types of good omens and symbols of advancing. On the way to bathe you catch a glimpse of your Self and are overflowing with respect for all that goes in to make life so amazing and take a moment to offer congratulations for making such wise decisions as your life has been rearranged. See, whilst skiing, you met a man who used to work in publishing (false) self help books and when this biz went tits up, due to the pill, he didn’t care one bit as he was glad to see the public getting something so many had promised but never delivered. “Finally!” he says after his life changing event and packs a suitcase to hit the hills where the snow drifts and its over a couple of drinks, on the piste, that got you two talking. He had a way that was carefree and very interesting that mingled well with your new confidence that spilled over into the conversation as you shared a tale you’d imagined since a kid that would make a great topic for a text:

“So, humans currently think they’re top of the food chain but there are aliens in their midst and, get this, they look just like them! How’s that for a kicker? Now, this crew is a version of them that left at the apex to examine space and such things but, along the way, they lost their sense of feeling and empathy as they made huge strides in tech so something had to give. Eventually they realize there is a problem and head back to Earth only to find man totally devolved and in a mess because of too much emotion, unchecked, that led themselves to bomb back to the Stone Age over petty things where they’re little more than upright apes who forget their ancestors left on a trip by using the moon as a launch strip which is why its littered with objects and stuff from the true golden age of man and how this links with why one face remains totally hidden to those ignorant of the deeper hint that, literally, goes over their heads with the implications of this celestial message.

The returners are disgusted by what they met and make a deal:

“No wine, no women. We’ll stick to ourselves, harvest what we need from the plebs and splice it into our genome and then we’ll leave this place to those dirty little apes, capiche?”. Everyone nods their heads in agreement as things are done by a council as they’re all interlinked and, to us, this would seem telepathy and not an implanted earpiece. Two brothers are in charge. One, the elder, is hardest of heart and feared by the rest as he takes no mess. Even though they may no longer feel feelings, in that sense, they do get a thrill out of special types of cruelness which activates the remnant vestiges of the circuit they nearly extinguished as it tickles their last remaining pleasure center, within. The younger is more laissez-faire but can still get wicked, should he wish. He’s generally more mellow and likes to bend the occasional rule or ten to see what he can get away with. The fact that he’s royal blood and a creative whizz with tech means he’s afforded a freedom the rest can’t imagine as their entire rank and file lives are quite restricted based on genetic inheritance as you’ll have the same station your parents did – after approved reproduction – as you slot into the complex they’ve termed the System. Genes are a huge thing and in the quest for efficiency they bred the electromagnetic resonance of the chest right out of them and it got them in this mess that saw them returning to a depleted, bombed out shell of a planet they left, back when, in order to harvest specimens to fix the problem. Things, as usual, don’t go that way…

The younger, right away, sets out bending the rules and creates mind altering blends of plants and vegetables by twisting various variables within with his genetic recombination tech that edits the flora and fauna of the planet via splicing in celestial intelligence along with the chlorophyll that runs through its veins as it shifts the users neurochemicals when ingested. The folks loyal to him champion his name in quiet celebration as they sit there, getting lifted, on these inducers of visions – sans alcohol – that make doing time on this planet less boring as they miss the bloodshed of conquest that was their main occupation and will accept sedation instead. The elder flies overhead, under cover of darkness and day as well, taking in the sights of these people in his streamlined chariot disguised as a cloud to blend in.

“No doubt about it, there is a common resonance but look at them without tech. Pitiful. Little more than apes, really. Filthy. Disgusting. Simple minded beasts of burden and nowhere near our equals. Cattle”.

They have set up their own version of Eden using the terraforming skills they posses and within this walled garden they create their own state of bliss that is a far cry from what the primitives around them live. Soon the returners set about mapping the constellations, collecting specimens and cross breeding them as well as all they did on the reg with their tech and intelligence that drives them to be efficient above all else. This is quite contrasted with the natives who seem far more organic and chaotic in comparison. One day, the younger was watching some of them cavorting in the river as they bathed. He found their ways quite strange but also spotted a resemblance as he, unlike his bro, was up close and personal versus data from a distance. It was his greatest gift and, some say, his main problem as he ran on intuition – a thing they didn’t truly comprehend – which gamboled and leapt in curves that mere intellect could not imagine. It was something in his lineage and it was why the King had deigned to reproduce with a woman from below his station and this genetic promotion afforded him immense freedoms as well as clear views of the stratification and how brains aren’t everything. See, his mother had told him the tales and details that were omitted from the official record and he, secretly within, harbored a resentment for this military mindset they all adored and thus set about breaking the rules at every chance he’d get. Any time he did he always made sure he had a new, related innovation on deck in case he got caught so he could furnish them with a narrative that explained the situation by dint of his skills as one was only worth what they contributed to the collective and they had short recollections of your last hit so best keep em coming if you habitually line step.

The times he didn’t he kept the progress a secret and thus was steadily building a state within a state. A breakaway civilization. It was at this moment, mesmerized by the flesh and carefree nonchalance of the young women, undressed, that he became aware of someone staring at him. It was a kid. He could only imagine how he seemed to him with his futuristic get up of nanoskin (that shone with a blue tint) which they wore instead of clothing but the boy was curious and not scared one bit. This was something he’d noticed because whilst they may live in ways quite primitive with hunter gathering they often laughed, were frequently singing and didn’t walk but seemed to dance instead. Its like they could all hear something he was missing, a divine celestial rhythm, and the potential intrigued him as it was huge contrast with their regimented goose step and harsh tones that ejected from their lips in the rare events that communication wasn’t direct voice to head via neural stimulation of the cranium. Berry picking was done with call and response lilts as they went out searching and children giggled as they ran in between the women playing games for their own amusement. The men worked in teams as they tracked the kill and then celebrated their accomplishment in ways that reminded him of the basic underpinning of their own System but more fluid and organic. He noted they only slaughtered to eat whereas his team had been about wholesale domination and the total decimation of any planet they targeted as their sport was quite different as they soared through the cosmos in search of technological perfection and exploration. He was learning bits and pieces of their syntax via intuition and osmosis but gestured instead as its easier to comprehend:

He motioned to the kid to look at the dry sticks next to him and pantomimed rubbing them together with his hands, which he did. Soon a fire was blazing, he took that moment to vanish and watched, from a distance. The women came running as the child was shrieking and, after checking he was well, they asked him what he did that caused such enlightenment. Suddenly, a new epoch of man was dawning and a slight grin did spread across the face of an agent provocateur, par excellence, who had just found the perfect unwitting participants in his long planned rebellion…“.

The publisher, who had been leaning in, exhaled and gestured the “mind blown” image then said:

“And you’ve been dreaming this up since when?“. You respond:

“Early on, in school when we first learned about cavemen and the invention of fire was the initial sketch because I was really into aliens and my parents were super religious so it all kind of blended in my imagination when I was bored in class and I’ve been working on it since. I’d find something of interest, a little tidbit here, some info there and just keep mixing. Its still a work in progress, mind you, but thats the basic trip”.

“I think its a surefire hit, truly its amazing. Did you know that most people, since the Immacontentin Involution, quit working for others and totally changed their ways of living in ways that were previously unimaginable as the global village gave way to local communal aspects in which people sustained themselves and this fostered a huge shift in the creative aspect as there were countless folks that had thoughts, visions and concepts hidden within just like you shared over drinks. The most amazing thing is that when they were freed from the day to day the piles of meaningful coincidences piled up to lead to fortuitous meetings like this thanks to so many happy accidents. Its like the old god died and someone resurrected the spirit of Bob Ross instead and placed him at the helm. Anyway, I’m fascinated to hear what comes next in this tale that you’ve dreamt. Can you spare some more details as its going to sell faster than we can print because its saturated with innocence and creative thinking which puts a new spin on old things and thats always interesting to the one reading as it tickles the hippocampus that is hungry for novel stimulus which extends its wavelength”.

“Well, I don’t want to give too many things away as the surprise is in discovering it. Plus there are plot twists as well but they, in short, get marooned on the planet and have to choose to reveal themselves and mix in or stay separate and hidden but things don’t go as intended as their front of unification is now filled with splits and sections which have their own agendas and intent plus there are rumors that some have “gone native” and find their techno superiority a huge misstep and various other things whilst some yearn to recreate man in their own image and upgrade his bits along with various black projects mixed with intrigue and suspense. Basically its what happens when two tribes go to war and the third party is ignorant or oil and water mix with a sprinkle of nitroglycerine thrown in to keep it interesting as well as commentary on the nature of power, ignorance, sex and consciousness as well as what kicks between two races that seem externally identical but one tips the scales at a three hundred and thirty three point IQ, as standard, whilst the other has EQ without end but dwell in general ignorance about the true tale of themselves, the planet and, most of all, the stranger in their midst that looks just like them but isn’t”.

“Sold! I will take all the news thats fit to print. When can you have the outline on my desk so I can get the wheels in motion and the presses roaring again?”.

Suddenly the scene fades and you find yourself, overweight, incapable of skiing, mildly depressed and wishing life was different as the long dimmed creative imperative you’d suppressed in your chest since back when starts glowing again as your imagination awakens and wonders whats truly possible. The sales representative says:

“Can we interest you in an Immacontentin pill? The cost is being willing to critically examine every single thing you previously held sacred and sacrosanct plus various concepts of your Self and all the content in your head and tales about the life you have lived. You only get one chance and its a top of the line smart drug that can tell if you fib so here, take it, its on us but remember:

Only pop it when you’re sure you’ve done the Knowledge as recommended otherwise it will never, ever work again and you’ll be the same as you are for the rest of your existence whilst the rest ascend and become their ultimate versions. Thanks for stopping by!” she adds with a winning grin as the pill is pressed into your palm and the next contestant straps in to view the option of potential that currently lies within the grip of an Adulterated awareness that was trained to see as said whilst being divorced from their true strength and what would make them content as they, instead, chase fanciful illusions and other things that barely scratch the surface when what they need to itch is hidden, deep down within.

Years later there was a minor revelation involving Immacontentin. When it had came to the market there was a massive rush to reverse engineer its make up as people wanted to know what made it tick and how it created results that were so amazing and lasting with one hit. The formula was so complex that scientists were baffled what went in and how it generated these effects with no detrimental issues or redosing needed. The elusive CEO released a statement to the press which said:

“Nothing of this Earth can unwind its blueprint for it came from a higher realm, as a gift, much like the DNA spiral. All rites reversed, no patents pending, copyleft as you will. It works in a way beyond any tech will ever comprehend and that is what makes it so effective at releasing human potential“.

Turns out it was a placebo. The pill, the AR trip and all of the rest were simply a shiny hook upon which rested the bait of gaining gnosis that spread, organically, by open discussion on the web as many Souls finally looked within to meet their real Self and it was then so many realized they had the courage to rewrite their script that the old, domination driven, edifice did crumble as the people clicked they were indeed gods that were currently playthings in the hands of an old devil that wished to keep them scared, stressed and ignorant for generations on end as he presented problems, awaited their reaction and swept in, from the wings, with solutions that simply repeated all of this and further divided them against Self as they were urged to sip from the poisoned chalice he brings via his various field agents who smile, and yet, were villains…

Till we meet again

Life doesn’t happen to you, it happens because of you. If you can maintain this state of presence then truly you can handle anything. Not only this but you’ll do it with a grin as you catch those red hot coals that were thrown with bad intent as you compress them with transcendence and alchemize them to diamonds. See why I say there are no enemies, just teachers? They are all here to teach you about your Self because every single one of us are prisoners of awareness. The ironic thing is that once this clicks, that there is no “out there” without “in here” as the point of origin, then the cell becomes a vehicle for liberation as its a straight line in Tetris moment where the blockage just melts and you attain freedom.

This is wild, so wild. I really don’t know how many out there will have the nous and imperience to comprehend this but I’m sending it anyway because for those who Know this can rep an immense paradigm shift that totally rewrites their internal OS from the most fundamental. If you have lived a life filled with diabolical cruelty and untold brutality then there is a high chance that this wavelength may already be present. Granted, it may be distorted, hidden or inverted but I have found it far more common in those that have lived a life two bus stops from hell than those raised with the psychoemotional silks and linens. What do I mean by this? Simple:

If the outer satisfies your whims, provides you with comfort plus is stable and predictable then you have zero reason to draw from within. A common way this plays out is a man is born with almost nothing and turns this to almost something. He attempts to instill the same values and methods in his children. He may or may not be successful in this but you can be certain that those skills will be quite diminished in their kids as they are now quite removed from the struggle. What happens next is obvious and its why empires rise and fall, in many respects, because pressure busts pipes but also turns coals to diamonds and indolence undoes this process and its back to blue collar with a quickness.

Power is a fickle mistress and one that must be tamed from within because otherwise she will make you totally reliant on the outer realm and that is how the above happens. Lets imagine that instead you were poor, hated, beaten, degraded, abused, used and confused by the fact that your caregivers don’t seem to give a damn and are entirely absorbed with themselves so you, as a child, are forced to become a parent to their dysfunction. This may sound extreme but its really common from what I’ve seen and its why the ghetto breeds a special type of grit and creativity. Its also why it leads in coping mechanisms designed to hide this agony as mental health and how to address is not high on the list of those who need to struggle to survive as they turn one to ten in order to remain fed. Let me give you an example:

He was born with older brothers, the youngest and thus most neglected. His father was an alcoholic and his mother religious. Both of them got their fix in ways that allowed them to pretend that everything was working but, in reality, there was nothing but dysfunction that they coped with in their own ways. The father was violent and brutalized his brood, as and when, in order to vent his frustrations. The mother prayed and tried her best to make amends with whichever force she believed was meting out this punishment. Their environment was tough, poverty is something that doesn’t relent and the youngest was born into an immense pressure cooker of stress as his mother didn’t believe in contraception and his father had attempted to kill him within the womb, developing, by punching the fetus to its doom before he stepped in to this realm. “Great, another mouth to be fed. Why can’t you just take the pill? You stupid bish. Its because of you I’m in this mess”. “Jesus, please, help serve and protect the seed growing within that is heaven sent. You are my personal guardian angel. My faith is total. Please send me a miracle. I am your loyal servant”.

All of that sounds great but she engaged in this charade night and day and thus her boys ran wild and tore the streets up as they wished. Not yet career criminals but most certainly truants and delinquents. The other kids teased them, called them tramps, said they smelled and such things. They piped down real quick after many fists and boots rained a familial vengeance down upon them. We are Witnessing the genesis of a future crime syndicate.

“You didn’t really have a chance, did you?” I said as we sat in my office. “Nah, I wouldn’t say that. Thats how losers think and thats why they don’t get to where I did”. By this point he was a semi legitimate businessman who, at the age of twenty six, had carved himself a small niche in the streets but knew the best bet was to wear nice threads and funnel the profits into other operations whilst keeping his distance and using his family and friends to manage the rest. The man in question was the living epitome of life doesn’t happen to you, it happens because of you. This is his story.

“My earliest recollection was that of being molested by our local priest. I can still see the scene, its etched into my memories and I remember feeling such pure fury. I wanted to kill him for what he did. I hated the pious pretense as people kissed his rear end when I knew, full well, that he was the devil himself“.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”.

“You think they’d listen? Everyone around me was numb to the nth degree and the priest had brainwashed me by telling me I’d go to Hell if I told anyone of our secret. He made me swear on the Bible, all kinds of theatricality and deception before plying me with drink and doing what he did. Don’t worry though, I got him. Vengeance was always an option and he was the first one I extorted after I told my brothers what happened, once puberty kicked in, and how we would not only get revenge but make some money as well. I forced him to remortgage his house and hand over everything or I told him I’d expose him or let my brothers torture him. Either way was a win but I really hoped he’d send over the ends because I needed cash more than anything at that moment. Soon my brothers were ready to listen to anything I said. I was the brains, they were the fists. By that point they’d been in and out of jail so much that it was like going on holiday to visit friends. It didn’t take long to recruit others into our organization but we didn’t see it like this. We were just a group of mates, chilling, but always scheming on how to make some ends”.

His life had created an immense sense of disconnection and yet loads of tenderness but only towards non human things. A staunch vegetarian before it was the in thing as he adored animals and they felt the same toward him. He also sent his team on plenty of errands for free so if someones boyfriend was acting up they’d lay down a beating until he learned to behave himself. He was always the quickest, the slickest and used moves that were efficient. Its why he’d got the position he was in without a criminal record, no known associations or ever seeing the inside of a cell.

“That was my Ace in the hole. Its why they never saw me coming because it was an in house thing. Think about it, my parents didn’t care. My brothers didn’t want anyone knowing that they were taking orders from a kid and I had no wish to let anyone know what was happening so meetings were private and cards were always dealt then kept close to my chest. As far as the filth were concerned we were a hydra. Many heads, one intent. Doesn’t matter who they get as long as the rest have freedom because its business as usual. Me? They said I was the one who got away, the sole good egg from a bunch of wronguns”. He sat there and grinned.

“How old were you when this happened?”.

“What, the organization and all that? Around twelve, maybe thirteen. There had been bits and pieces before where I’d chipped in and this is why my brothers listened. See, they used to go out shoplifting and sell the stuff door to door for pennies. I told them that was stupid after taking all that risk and told them to speak to the guy down the street that I knew was a fence. “Tell him we’ll nick anything he wants for thirty five percent of retail”. He sells it for fifty, makes a nice drink and whoever buys its gets a bargain. Far less hassle and exposure that way and we all win”.

This had became the hallmark of his organization and how he made more with less than compared to the rest who were still scrambling.

“Soon we recruited more people into our operation and business was booming. We were like a street concierge service and the fence protected his investment in us as he had his own friends so we knew we could make things happen as I was always learning”.

“Like what?” I said.

“Well, one of the guys had a market stall and from here he used to vend a lot of what we’d nicked. I went and scoped out the entire operation from a distance, saw how he handled and the money he was making and decided we should do the same thing. No point treading on his toes and making enemies so we set up our pitch somewhere else. Now our margins were even bigger and, better yet, we had a legit business. I started buying up end of line clearance stock, short code and factory defects and it was my name that signed the cheques. Cheques” he repeated with a wistful grin.

“You know what the best scheme we ever came up with was? Washing cheques. It was a sheer stroke of genius. My brother, the tit, had wrapped my new car after taking it out for a spin. I told him he couldn’t handle it and I’d teach him how to drive it but he didn’t listen and smashed up the front end. To say I was pissed was an understatement but no point crying over spilt milk. That isn’t gonna get the dents out of the metal now, is it? Total waste of effort. I said it had got nicked and waited for the insurance claim to come in. Around about the same time we were moving fake dollar bills that were as convincing as the real thing. Our kid knew a guy who had a friend that was the connect and what he’d done was wash the ink off ones and reprint them as fifties and hundreds instead. Stupid Yanks, why the hell would you make all the bills the same size and think no one would do this? We’ve all seen those moody fakes before but these were totally indistinguishable from the real thing because the paper felt correct and the print was totally crisp. Anyway, twenty grand cheque comes in from the insurance for my whip and it got me thinking. “What if we can do the same with this?”. After all the concept was identical but the scope for profit was immense. The company accounts had to have loads of cash in so how could they really tell who was getting what and when?

I asked my brother to set a meeting with the connect and told the kid we knew he’d get a good drink if he zipped his lip and told no one else. His eyes were as big as saucers when he heard the script because it was like a license to steal and then have it delivered. The guy was impressed and said he’d give it a spin. Within a few the cheque came back printed with forty grand instead. We put it in a burner and waited to see what would happen. Would you believe it, it cleared. I called the insurance and told them I hadn’t received my payment, they sent out another and I bought a new vehicle. From then on it was raining money. Raining. We were not only making more than we could print but also seemed totally legit on the front end.

See, the banks are criminals. They are all as crooked as you can get. They know what the deal is but they don’t care a bit as its all profit. Money for nothing and the cheques for free”. He laughed, uproariously. At an age when most are thinking of getting their tip wet and nothing else this man was making plays with international crime syndicates but the end game was always to be legit. “Street fame is a fools version of a success” he said. “The real high rollers don’t stand out, they don’t flex but they also don’t bend either and will send a hit squad to handle their problems. Thats the kind of power I wanted and I knew I’d get it. Why wouldn’t I? I had loads of people that depended on us to remain clothed and fed. All of them had criminal records and they were all loyal to my brother who they thought was the brains and brawn of the gig so they were happy to do a bid if someone needed to get pinched as they knew they’d be looked after on the other end. The aim was to keep this standing army on deck but also train them in something gainful, thats how we got into security and workmen as that was just another way to rinse more profits via the fronts of business as we expanded operations”.

“How are your parents?”.

“I don’t really know. The first thing I did was retire them and send them somewhere else. One of my brothers is close to them but I don’t really feel a thing, good or bad, about them”.

“Neutrality is a hard thing to achieve. Its also the key to become free, how did you find it?”.

“Well, its funny you mention this because thats actually how we met. One the drivers was yapping about this guy who says all kinds of crazy things, knows everyone round the ends and thinks we’re all inside a huge video game. Sounded a bit mental really, but definitely interesting. Turns out my brothers knew you anyway and the rest went how it did after our introduction”.

“How come you’re so honest and open when talking about this?”.

“Hmm, interesting question. I guess its because after a life of hiding from the light and pulling various strings its nice to finally be my Self and kick it with someone who gets it. That whole hot coals and diamonds thing is brilliant and I’d never met anyone else who thinks like this. Its obvious you must have your own shadows to reach this conclusion but you don’t have to talk about. At least, if you did then hand me back my cheque for this session” he added, with a grin.

“What do you think the point of all this is?” I asked, gesturing my hand in a circle.

“Beats me. It really doesn’t make any sense, does it? All I know is if you’re legit you get nothing but shafted and basic criminals gain naught but early deaths or long sentences. In the middle you can be hidden and the money just keeps rolling in. Funny thing is that is what every so called legitimate business man does because they’re all crooked. After all, we may have washed dollar bills but what about those who print them out of nothing in the first place then sell them to the rest? Thats a global extortion racket and none truly suspect the grip this poisonous currency has on them as they spend their whole life trying to get it. Same with religion, the biggest scam there is as that crook has a collection plate for the poor, week in, week out, but never puts a penny in himself and just milks those who are already broke so he can keep spreading that BS by putting fairy tales in their heads“.

“Nobody is coming to save you, you’ve got to handle that your Self“.

“Exactly, you get it”.

“What do you think happens when you die?“.

“Who knows? I guess we’ll find out when we get there. Worrying about that is like stressing if the sun will rise. If it doesn’t, you’ll know about it so why waste any time and effort? What do you think? Wait, let me guess, “Game over, insert credit“, yes?”.

I laughed at his perceptiveness as I’d mentioned the same thing in an earlier conversation. “Yep, pretty much. They slam your Soul back in for another spin of this Game in the flesh and keep pimping your energetics. The same extortion you think on one level is actually happening on another as well and thus this world is not the cause but a symptom of interference via a higher aspect that pretends to be good but is actually quite wicked”.

“Like that filthy nonce of a priest“.

“Exactly, exactly”.

“And yet if it wasn’t for him we wouldn’t be speaking on this topic and I really doubt I’d be rich, totally legit and well respected. I don’t view it as abuse. I looked at it as initiation. Life testing my mettle. Sure it put me off sex and made me withdraw into myself for a bit but what I found within was something so powerful that I just followed its guidance and its kept me good to this moment. Why sweat it? Trust the process. When the worst thing that can ever happened already did and you survived it then all you can do is win. At least, thats how I think”.

“That is a very interesting way of living. I can tell that you mean it and its not just something said for effect. How did you come up with that level of detachment?”.

“Probably during all of the beatings my old man handed out. He hated me with a vengeance, way more than the rest. They were all petrified of him as he’d done the same to them but with me it was different as it felt so personal. There were times when I could see a demon taking over him. His eyes and whole face shifted as he was obviously enjoying it. I noticed that more than the pain. It was quite fascinating like it was him but not, all at the same moment”.

“Spiritual wickedness, highly placed“.

“Indeed, indeed. You’ve really got me thinking about this because I’d never thought that all that was wrong in this realm would actually have a spiritual origin that manifests its presence via the people plugged in. Have you seen that new movie yet? The Matrix. It says the same thing, if you haven’t you should check it as it your video game theory but told a different tint”.

I told him I had seen it and how the trick of the scheme is reveal the truth via fiction so that nascent scratch gets itched via entertrainment then the seed of truth doesn’t develop into a solid question inside the heads of those who don’t have an inkling that the splinter of the mind they’re feeling is actually true and accurate because none of this is what they suspect. He nodded his head. The signal was decoded loud and clear because whilst he’d never drawn these conclusions upon watching the reels spin at our local multiplex he had the type of intellect that could grasp wisdom when it was handed to him. In many ways that was what made him this way because his life was akin to being handed some scraps from the garbage and concocting a cordon bleu meal from it. If you showed someone the end they’d willing accept it but if you told them how it begins they’d run for the hills and choose another incarnation.

This is why I say that 81% of the realm are Slaves, 11% Slave/Masters and only 8% are Warriors who are capable of decoding this wavelength. On the day to day that means if you speak to ten people over 8 are so plugged in that they fight to stay connected to the illusion they’re invested in. More than one know the deal but feign ignorance as they work from the shadows as proxy agents instead and thus generate immense profits from exploiting the rest and less than one will get it as they may never have previously pondered it but their intuition kicks in and they genuinely consider the concept and how it implanes their existence.

This guys life was the perfect example of life doesn’t happen to you, it happens because of you because what was shared was only a tiny fragment of the things he’d dealt with but what impressed me most during our conversations was he’d already intuited and applied the blueprint of the Path of Power and that comes from the shift that happens when you intuit there is nothing but within and the outer is just a projection filled with raw elements that you can then apply as you wish. Granted, his view was not as metaphysical nor had he ever verbalized it to reflect because he simply gave orders and the others followed to generate immense profits as he quietly observed the angles and played the hand he was dealt, in the moment, with the intent to win by betting on himself. Add on top of this an almost total lack of ego or false self because, as he said, “I couldn’t afford to lie to myself. It was a matter of survival. I needed that quiet place within that nobody else could ever access” and you’ll see what I mean.

It doesn’t have to be as dramatic as this in your example but, time and again, I’ve seen so many of these common threads in those who stepped into the Game with less. Granted there are many, many more who won’t even get a sniff of success and while away their existence neck deep in coping mechs like alcohol and drug addiction as well as countless lives wasted in prison and people filled the brim with immense talent that they barely developed but it was reassuring to kick it with one on the same wavelength with no pretense or faking. The man is dead now so I can share his legend even though many who knew him well will still never click the truth of the tale presented as he played his cards so close to his chest that they were hidden within his heart that was steadily beating to a greater resonance as its transmuted his suffering thanks to his lack of investment in events that presented to his awareness. Take what works, leave the rest. If you can rise from the fire of suffering you’ll be reborn as a phoenix, immortal, because its all a question of perspective and energetics as its not the hand you’re dealt but how you play it. If not then you will daily cremate your potential (aka urning a living) as you feel less and less whilst drowning in coping mechs as you live the life unexamined.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. Without you it doesn’t exist ergo there are no problems within, only solutions. Dare you face them and see your life as it is without the varnish and distance that copium instills or are you content to dwell instead on the outskirts of your mind, Adulterated, as you moan and complain about a series of little things that are almost always entirely inconsequential and actually just elaborate distractions from seeing the truth in this:

You are on Earth serving a life sentence. Everything that happens, smiles or cries, is designed to make you invest in the fable as that makes it more tangible and thus you end up as a piece moved around this con of a chess set in hyperspace as two forces battle and you remain entirely ignorant of whats truly happening as you believe the world that was pulled over your eyelids as you’ve never glimpsed within, connected with your true resonance or dared asked the questions you’ve been told are off limits and not for critical examination. That is why I said that 81% of the planet are Slaves, from the womb to the tomb and probably beyond this as well because the con has many levels. Stop and ponder for a moment:

If a piece of paper is printed with a one and another says fifty at whose decree does the value become real? Why do you believe this? Its obviously your power, your awareness, your belief system that is being invested, yes? If an enterprising gent dips and removes the ink is the true worth revealed or does this simply mean the key is within your imagination and if you don’t comprehend this it becomes a dangerous enemy instead of a loyal friend. Its a Game of three halves. Said it before and will again because once you’ve done the Knowledge the rest becomes Self evident. Ignorance is not bliss but it can sell you a decent approximation until life presents the bill for your false resonance and you then run after more of the same tricks, that are equally fanciful pseudo solutions, designed to mask the symptoms but never actually address the root cause of the problem:

The Adulteration of your Inner Sense. Life doesn’t happen to you, it happens because of you just like its not the words but how they’re arranged that changes the meaning. You already have all of the components you’re seeking. The problem is your strength is hidden behind your greatest dread and the rest of your life is built upon the delusion of this infusion that instills its own type of psychosocial camera trick that begets the (false) self which needs constant investment. People truly perish for a lack of Knowledge whilst those that dare look within (or have no other option in their script of incarnation) take those hot coals and compress them to diamonds as they find a sense of illumination and wealth that never ends due to dwelling in the abundance of resonance. Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again