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One of the very best things about coming to Earth and wearing the flesh is also the most dangerous:

The power of not knowing.

In many ways the sword is dual edged because how else can you convince gods they are mere men and then lead them to worship things outside their Self when, in reality, it all takes place inside your awareness? Thats the trick. Thats the trick, my friend, and its so elusive and subtle that one can drop into this realm for a spin and be pinned to wheel of time for multiple incarnations until it clicks that you’d just popped out for a pack of cigs and thus left your wife and kids for eons, waiting. Like Nelson Muntz attests:

On the flip the power of not knowing means that we get to peel away the layers of the onion of ignorance. Oh, for sure, in hells kitchen many stopped at a certain depth because the tears were intense but some of us got a taste for the finer resolution each strip brings and how the meaning of what we expected can be flipped and rearranged as one progresses to the core within which they find…

Themselves!

Ha! How’s that for a cosmic wheeze, par excellence? Let me illustrate it like this:

Take the above two examples, shake around in your head, cook at the perfect temp and serve when optimal to ensure the viewer can digest the message as, with a couple of clips, the Game is laid bare. How did it taste, my friend? Here’s what it said to me:

Resolution. Resolution. Resolution.

In life its what you don’t know you don’t know thats of most interest as many don’t even suspect its exists even though the truth – like the dark side of the moon – is in front of them. Just awaiting their attention. Like the difference between a donkey and noble steed or someone who was born ugly and now is a beauty. Thats an interesting topic that was kicked in other links so lets get back to this not knowing thing:

You ever looked into magic? As a jit I was fascinated with the art of illusion and invested much money and time in learning what makes them tick. This was, in effect, the genesis of what became the Dual Reality Principle as the amazing thing with talent is you can apply it to other things as one who thinks different isn’t playing the same Game as the rest. What if there were larger spells and rites at play in all of this and the English language was the prime suspect in dampening folks inherent vibrations due to inherited stiff upper lips and the internal operating systems they coded? Why does every single country in this realm use the word wicked/hated/detested or such things to describe the left whereas right is accepted as the correct and standard way of handling your biz? You ever looked into the dextrosity of the rich and famous? If you did then ask your Self:

“Would the right handed version of them have actualized such talents and did what they did on a planet where around ninety percent push the pen with the one subconsciously linked to “writing”. Better yet, why didn’t I think to train all of what I possess to equal levels of strength?“.

With that in mind, if you ask most Europeans they’ll say Americans are brash, loud and childish with no taste or elegance as they pour ketchup on everything whilst hooting and hollering like simpletons as they wave their automatic weapons whilst flag saluting. A stereotype, to be sure, but one thing I’d be willing to bet is that if you took two groups of people from the US and standardized them bar one difference – who drives exclusively manual and those that pick auto instead – the ones who move the stick and use clutches will certainly be more intelligent and imaginative, of this I’m certain. Can you guess the reasoning behind the formulation of this hypothesis? Best get to peeling that onion, mayne! Same reason I can say that if you pick three visually identical women who speak only English, French or Italian you will be able to tell, ten times out of ten, the one from across the channel even if all you see is a silhouette of them in motion and not a word said.

Thats the power of not knowing mixed in with the intense desire of the eternally curious, my friend, as the word boredom cannot exist when there is so much wondering to be done in this realm. I mean, who are you – really? Not the basic onion skin which says:

“I am John of house Smith, my parents are Wilma and Fred. I work as this, quite enjoy that and detest this. The end”.

I mean, how basic and low res can you get and yet many accept this level of gnosis from now until their death but, oddly, can you tell you that it rains diamonds on Uranus and what their favorite celeb likes for breakfast along with a billion and one other things they’ve etched in to the one layer called Simon Says… See, thats the secret truth of the schooling System and the rest of the tricks designed to pimp your awareness and make you Thunk a certain way whilst discounting the rest. The main side effect is most who accept it are varying degrees (LOL!) of miserable with their mortarboard heads and sharp angles that were trained to forget the fluid leaps and motions of intuition which says the zaniest of things that demand swift answering as well drawing all kinds of odd links that may or may not exist.

Like why are the days of the week a homonym for the daze of the weak that are too dim to click that every single tongue and culture is worshiping, in secret, the planets above them with strict regulation of what happens when along with the principle of vibration that could be feeding via attention. Imagine if instead you said this time period was a “Strength” and the two for celebration a “Strengthened”? Really let that sink in. Countless repetitions, Self suggestions and a form of hypnosis which says:

“The further I progress, the stronger I get”.

As the basic underlying premise of your existence. Well, I do and have so using my Self as a sample size of one compared to those who don’t Know the Ledge and speak fluent Slave instead there is an immense difference as I’m slim and trim with a great level of fitness even though I eat what I wish and exercise now and then whilst they’re flabby and sick with a load of pains, aching. Damn, homie… On a side note, did you ever click that the kids who were classed as thick because they skipped out of school to lift bricks and chop wood instead of getting into debt pursuing higher education actually ended up striking it rich with no mortgages and in demand skills whilst the art major PhD is flipping burgers at Mickey Ds? There may be something more to this than just the ravings of a potential mystic swimming in the seas where schizos are drowning… Why not try it for your Self? Thats the power of not knowing, my friend, as one can set themselves interesting challenges like:

“I wonder what kicks if I spend three days, alone, with no tech, no net, no human interaction or a word said as I eat nothing but plain potatoes and sip clean water, so refreshing”.

I mean, you ever tried anything like this? It brings a new res to your awareness, that is for certain as does writing a list, rolling a dice and living the script in ways most subtle as there are countless ways of reality testing and gaining a flex like arguing the exact opposite of what you firmly believe in just to see if you can convince others of the alternative whilst they’re mooting. Boy, did that used to irritate some people as you could literally watch them get bent out of shape and scream till they’re blue in the face and seeing red when you are simply intellectually jousting with no investment. Feathers and anvils describes it best. If you ever wondered why old folks walk with a stoop and the kids are bouncing its because of this principle as what was once open to learning folded in within itself which is a huge hint about the entire traumatic mind control operation that runs this realm as those at the helm know all about carrots and sticks hence why they built a psychosocial treadmill that most accept, without question, as long as the bread and circuses keep rolling in and they don’t have to think for themselves as the voice in their head tells them whats happening and they enact its commands without stopping to comprehend they can’t be what speaks when they’re obviously that which listens. But, that is a much deeper topic and far closer to the core of the onion as between there and now there is much worth checking and reality testing, a few of them I’m mentioned, the rest should spring from your own imagination.

If they don’t then thats a hint that what I said about us being born in a state of Inner Sense that is swiftly Adulterated as we’re trained to become like our parents may just be close to the sketch of the blueprint that was etched into your consciousness as they told you to “Sit still! Look ahead! Do well on the test or your parents will stress” whilst I gave not one single solitary F about any authority outside of me as I Knew the System could not teach me about me when it pushed lies so blatant as “White men built the pyramids” and those who lead could not answer my ruminations as they were not listed in their teachers edition for these thoughts weren’t part of the script. Take the shape of the solar system, for example. How many of you Thunk it looks like this:

I remember the first time I saw this as a jit and shook my head as it literally made zero sense as logic dictates the sun would pull them all in and munch up the planets like Pac Man doing his thing in the midst of the abyss. When I raised my complaints to the talking head in primary he said:

“Oh, so you know better than the scientists? Is that it?”.

As he had no answers beyond repeating what was drummed into him whereas I could intuit, back then, that something was obviously missing. Imagine my grin when later on I came across the Helical Orbit model which posits just such a thing as there was a plane obscured in the simplistic version pushed for public consumption:

Its an onion thing! Now, obviously, some of these cuts make many weep but others grin so its a case of get in where you fit in but its worth remembering that every single child that steps into this realm is a Warrior before its trained out of them and they acquiesce to the machinations of a System that pimped their parents and will their kids as well by skewing how they think as it slides Thunk in instead and even the above is simplistic as one cannot help but wonder and question why Venus spins out of sync with the rest and that leads us to deeper topics with mind blowing implications but lets bounce on a higher note with this instead:

Can you imagine how it would feel to live on that Earth in their realm? What type of songs would they sing with celestial elements in such perfect sync? Take a listen:

More to heaven and earth, my friend. There is a reason why I ask if you can you hear the Psylense…

Till we meet again

There really is no polite way of saying this but after lifetimes of observation and participation in this dimension one thing is obvious:

You are all crazy.

What if Earth was, once upon a when, the galaxies insane asylum where those who messed up in other realms were sent as punishment to serve a life sentence surrounded by those like them? What if the inmates took over the gaff and sold those Souls return tickets to that madness as they obviously hadn’t learned their lesson and, worse still, this birthed the traditions you call religion?

Did you know that word springs from the Latin that means to bind, to pass through again and have obligation placed upon? Are some cows too sacred to slaughter? How about a critical examination then? What if that was the test? Have you passed or failed? On a more mundane level, why not try this:

Grab a notepad and pen and for a whole day write down your thought process. If that seems a bit much then pick a time period and start jotting. Read back what kicks inside that dome you’re locked in and tell me if those observations are in any way shape or form a reflection of one in good mental health. I’d be willing to bet the answer is in the negative as most people play the role of Tina to the Ike that keeps pimp slapping them in a vocal tone that seems identical. How many comprehend they aren’t the voice but the one listening? Not many, I’d bet.

I did and do which is why I can tell you you are insane crazy, driving Miss Daisy along with the rest of the nuts locked in to this floating insane asylum. Want to prove me wrong? Balance this equation:

If every single thing you held dear and sacred that was etched in your head as an operating system actually worked and delivered on its promise then your life would be perfect.

Well? Is it?

Whats wild about this is if you point out the obvious the voice in their dome screams “Infidel!” and they react like puppets on a string to defend a predator of consciousness that nibbles at their energetics which is why a childs glow dims as they become Adulterated due to the building of the bars in the Mind Made Prison which is part of the ignorance they inherited from their parents and will pass on to their kids.

Irrespective of race, religion or station thems the breaks. Tell me I’m lying?

Worse still is there a group of people that know bits and pieces of the sketch and want nothing less than to see me dead and then there is the rest who are under their spell that will probably want more of the same once they get my message and that makes me either the bravest or stupidest Soul to grace the planet. I’ll let you tell it.

What would you do in this situation?

They say true enlightenment brings an immense sense of compassion in which one, voluntarily, wanders back into the Cave to tell his fellow man about the feeling of the sun on their face versus a life lived in shade. They, as expected, Thunk he’s desecrating their traditions and the ones that build the frame to keep them hemmed in with shadowplay dancing in their brains are equally miffed at one who dares to veer off script and thats why he sings:

You ever draw the links between the clowns, jokers, DMT machine elves and why Heath Ledger and Brandon Lee died after portraying them? Sometimes life is stranger than fiction, my friend, but don’t expect such logical conclusions to be part of any official curriculum as thats designed to keep you attuned to the psychosocial treadmill with its work, buy, consume, die programming. Whats nuts about this is just like Lennon said:

Have you ever wondered why psychopaths number around one percent of the planet and yet are disproportionately repped in the annals of power as evidenced by the fact that Washington DC has more of them than any place else? Do the Knowledge and suddenly the implications of:

“Let he who has wisdom count the number of the beast for it is that of man”.

Makes a lot more sense when you consider the six protons, six neutrons and six electrons wrapped around your consciousness via the flesh modulating your awareness to decode these signals sent via a black mirror to your mind which is straight up magical, if you stop and ponder the implications. And yet everyday miracles are rendered invisible which is why blindspots must be clocked as the image linked shows well as your brain simply fills in whats expected ergo this is one massive illusion on par with a hallucination in which each is complicit for their contribution to the madness that runs unchecked in the heads of the masses. Did you do the experiment I mentioned? Probably not because who wants the truth? Not most as they simply wish to be correct and have their world view confirmed so they can finally banish the infidels from this realm and be happy forever with an eternal supply of Froot Loops or whatever BS the Mandela Effect tells them as the net moves them like puppets on a string with a subtle form of manipulation that can’t wait to usher in an old devil with new wings. Kind of like a red bull, yes? You ain’t seen nothing yet…

Speaking of cereals did you know Dr Kellogg was into eugenics and his whole MO was to rid society of imbeciles? What about the link with soap operas and brainwashing or are you too busy running the treadmill to keep up with who they said is the leading beacon and example that should be emulated? Don’t you ever stop and take in exactly how outsane this realm is and the nature of the social sickness to which you’re well adjusted? What about the Idiocracy Effect where truth can be presented as fiction so most digest the message without comprehending the depth of whats truly said?

And next up at the helm is the TikTok generation from which shall spring the seed of Techno Sapiens as Siri, that apple of your eye, slides into your kids iris to augment their vision which is nigh on inevitable and that harks back, again, to another Bible passage that read:

“For none shall buy nor sell without the mark of the beast being etched into their flesh”

Yet none suspect that “prophecy” may actually equal a shooting script for this reality which is mildly ironic when you think that Jesus dying on a hill reps your divine consciousness being crucified in your head but thats a deeper topic.

The scene from the flick that started this article reps real well whats actually happening in your dome as the Opponent is Ike (aka the (false) self) smacking a high note out of his Victim which reps your Inner Sense who dwells in the depth of ignorance about what truly kicks because you’ve been mind controlled since you stepped in to accept this madness without question as you chase illusions and trinkets whilst amusing yourself to death without comprehending the bigger pic or even attempting to gain gnosis about who you are, where this is and what the hell is truly happening in a place that seems heaven sent as most are content to dwell in the valley of ignorance with the herd who thinks just like them even though they’re all miserable and most are fat, sick and nearly dead.

I’ve never yet met a Slave/Master that was actually happy and content without some form of (false) self deception thrown in and yet each and every one sings the same hymn and never, ever questions it. How many click they walk a psychospiritual treadmill which is as much of a dead end as the one they sell to the plebs or maybe its me thats not getting it and the aim is to rule in hell and they care not about transcendence? If that isn’t outsane then I don’t know what it is but they’ve got the whole world in their hands and, for some reason, I’m here in the mix with the rest and currently singing to the deaf… Are you listening?

Till we meet again

When the lotus has no choice because its either sink on swim on the ocean of filth that is this realm at the present you know its time to shoot from hip with a dead aim at the brain of the Adulterated Opponent within that, via parasitical processes, feasts upon pure Inner Sense. You can only come to your senses by losing the mind they programmed, back when, which is not in your best interests. Stop and think:

If everything inside your head worked, perfect, then your life wouldn’t be a mess. Why can’t you regulate your energetics? Why are you dripping in coping mechs? Why does the voice in your head rage and deny this as it pulls the strings of your awareness as it makes you its puppet in the flesh?

Your mind is behind enemy lines, my friend. Back to the topic:

“Why would you do this? Whats the point in this? If you your Self said that only 8% are capable of comprehending the shadows depth then why bother kicking the ballistics on the web when the margin of misinterpretation is immense and most simply don’t give an F about your feature presentation?”.

I don’t know. Call it a helping hand to a fellow Soul trapped in this realm with no clue about the consequences of wearing flesh as they are constantly recycled from one life to the next with little much changing as they stay plugged in and thus don’t comprehend they aren’t the candle but an aspect of the eternal flame that manifests as their awareness. They say that true compassion springs when one finds enlightenment then plunges back into the darkness to the help the rest find the spark within themselves that the world tries so hard to extinguish so they can sell you lightbulbs instead.

Yeah, thats pretty much how it is because work, buy, consume, die is the blueprint they etched in your awareness and within the grip of this Mind Made Prison people are real comfortable with being uncomfortable hence why they’d try and kill anyone who escaped the Cave and came back to show them the shadowplay on the wall and the fire which teases them is but a poor imitation of what truly is awaiting their Self realization. Really picture this, my friend:

You are born, easy and free. From a young age they train you to sit in a frame that expands as you progress. All you know is the Cave and its filled with children who are taught to “Sit still, look ahead” by one who wishes to claim dominion over them. The longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch until, one fine day, you are staring at the wall upon which some symbols doth flick as you spin a narrative in your head they programmed you with. In this deal do you think people would feel much like square watermelons and think there is something really wrong with this sketch or would they believe the frame and them are one and the same, identical, so if that mad, bad, jit from kindergarten that never, ever sat still and often upended his chair by trying to balance it on two legs as he ran the teachers ragged came charging back in with an axe that he swings at the frame you don’t even notice you’re wearing would you start screaming or say “Thanks for help. I always wanted freedom“.

That, in a nutshell, is what kicks because some Know the sketch and have intuited the deal which pushed them into this underground crypt of illusion and deception that is akin to a living hell so the parasites of consciousness can enjoy the prime real estate of this realm via private access as they have you caught up in their illusion. Obviously they don’t like the Warrior as he rises to the challenge and shakes off their programming that was designed to fit like a second skin as he reclaims his voltage then sets about spreading the message to the rest that are plugged in to the Matrix that placed a cage around them. Thats the Mind Made Prison, my friend, and its why I said that there is no difference between the form of a golden age child and one that steps in to this time of universal degradation aka the war on Inner Sense. The function, however, is a chalk and cheese thing because most people are strangers to their Self and driven to live on the outskirts of their mind where they pay an immense rent to a slum landlord slash pimp that gives not one single solitary F about them as they see you as less than human whilst blaming you for their cruelness you accept out of ignorance.

Tell me, if you had peeped the script what would you do, in this instance? Take a seat a the high table with the rest as you raise an expensive drink for a mission done well as your ark of excess sails across the rivers of time that run red with the blood of the plebs that hold your craft overhead or risk it all on a spin of the cosmic roulette wheel in the hopes some Souls recollect it wasn’t always like this and their true nature is awaiting their awakening before it gets locked in a new version of the cell when silicon and carbon bred to create the new and improved Mind Made Prison as the yuga cycle ascends from man to ubermensch before sinking again. And again. And again. Without beginning, without end. That is the nature of a construction, a program, a System that works via the camera trick of taking your power and placing it outside of Self. No child thinks like this but all of the Adulterated accept this as evident and some will even rage and gnash as the suggestion they are divine is taken as a tantamount to sin as they view themselves as wretched and decrepit. Does a child ever step in not overflowing with radiance? Why does this glow vanish? Better yet, why don’t people notice and question the paradigm? Its because they’re being fed upon by a predator of consciousness that hides in their head and covers its tracks, really well, by projecting its fear of getting caught as the wrapping around the gift of the present moment that hides the best a man can get:

Gnosis.

Don’t leave home without it! Why? Because its your only ticket out of this realm hence the whole “Heart against a feather” thing because if you crave more of that Cave and the imperience it brings then ye shall get. If you don’t you’ll get emotionally blackmailed and or manipulated to go back for another spin as your investments are used against because its all like ink that was spilled on a canvas which, in turn, hides the fact it all springs from a tree which is living, breathing intelligence as it encapsulates the essence of this feature presentation which is a fractal ergo the resolution that I kick is beyond ultra hi def but you need the ears and eyes to decode as opposed to being encoded which hints at the tele/microscope effect I’ve mentioned elsewhen. Anyway:

Bloom or bust. From one life to the next the lotus fights against the elements of filth that surround it and would like nothing less than to choke it to death before it can speak a thing or realize its potential. Time and time again does this symbol takes place and some Souls become increasingly efficient at a process, alchemical, which leads them to comprehend that they are actually the life force, eternal, manifested as the form into an ocean of ignorance ergo this is all akin to an immense Game of Hide and Seek with Self which is a whole nother topic as there are levels to this, where we sit, as its like a clock with a second hand that sticks. Not quite nothing but almost something as well. The mind makes it real though. Thats how powerful it is. Lets pretend the Cave and cage I mentioned were modern VR tech instead. Feelies, lets call them. You go, view a show and for ninety minutes you get to live each kiss, thrill, spill and dump of adrenaline as you view the flick from a first person perspect. During that time of dilation and forced angles it all seems totally authentic but imagine someone steps in and says:

“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.

And speaks on the nature of emulation via overstimulation of your senses via a script designed to pull you in and its had you in its grip for countless lifetimes which you’ll swear up and down are authentic because you never disconnected from their dream like logic and constant barrage of suggestions which said:

“Pay no heed to the man who speaks on the man behind the curtain and his intent. This is life. Its your life. Its real and authentic. Kill that infidel for even daring to suggest what you believe isn’t correct and don’t forget to spend, spend, spend every shred of attention you possess anywhere but on your Self”.

What would you do next? If you, as one of the 8%, said:

“OK, lets reality test. I’ll sit here and close my eyes because if this is really real and not some type of high tech hallucination then I should be able to exercise complete control over it, yes?”.

Swiftly he would discover many aspects, outside and within, that keep prompting his movement as the script is waiting. Lets say he overcomes this but the feature comes to an end. When he is next plugged in there will be a nagging splinter in his awareness that makes him reluctant to commit. “No problem” the architect thinks as he sits, directing, and unleashes events horrific and traumatic in your script so you dare not glimpse within.

“Perfect” he says, rubbing his palms with an evil grin as he knows the mileage on this hoe will keep him and his fed, real well, as they bask in the sun, on the surface, as you’re locked in the Cave of ignorance which is their feature presentation aka the psychosocial treadmill.

Bloom or bust? That is the question because the Game is about to shift into another octave of its heaven sent mission of raising hell and March Twenty Twenty Fifth will see a whole load of plus sized, generously equipped, body positive models get to warbling for a bunch of chickens that come home, roosting, sitting on eggs of boosted consciousness and its these hatchlings that will be tossed into the drink holding a brick of ignorance as they try hard to sink, not swim, that the beast will tempt with its silicon augmentation that already primed their parents with the whole “Siri is the apple of my eye” sweet talking as so few of them clicked this spells iris when flipped as that is exactly where she intends to sit as she makes androids of men.

And yet, none dare call it conspiracy. But it is.

Bloom or bust, playa. Thats the credo for Twenty Twenty Fifth as per the script hence the lotus of my awareness is blossoming in resonance with the all of everything that is the Prime, the pre-existing of which I am an aspect made flesh in this realm at the moment to share this message:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

“I’d rather be anyone but me” she said, after a few drinks. That is, usually, when the truth begins to slip from most peoples lips as the guards of their defense mechs start catching Zs and the underground rebellion they suppress makes its way to the surface. That was actually one of the first things she said, back when, not long after we’d met and started talking:

“You know you’re really, really strange? Don’t you? Like, no “Hi, how are you” small talk or even introducing your Self. Nope. You just come stomping in with Soul probing questions that I’m quite certain most would feel uncomfortable even considering, let alone answering”.

“And yet, you did. I’ve learned to pick my targets quite well. Call it a sense of resonance, intuition or what you will. I can tell in an instant who’ll be receptive as I’m simply talking to their energetics but as the other night shows its a pretty simple skill as you just speak from the chest and the rest falls in“.

“How on earth did you get to be like this? I mean, its obviously not factory settings so there must be some stuff behind the scenes that went into the making of thee. I’m intrigued with what this is”.

“I fully and unconditionally accept my Self. I guess thats the secret, if anything”. With a glum look and eyes that slightly dimmed she said:

“I’d rather be anyone but me” and then caught herself as her hand raised to her lips to prevent another spill of what she’d kept wound up within. “I didn’t mean that”.

“Yes you did. You and I both know it. Its ok to hate the (false) self because, in many ways thats the first step to acceptance as one must take in the lay of the land as it is before hoping to make changes“.

“No, I mean I really didn’t mean that. I like who I am. Really I do. Its just the world thats the problem. Or, to be more accurate, most of the men that I’ve met. I’ve got all the things people would term as success. I’m rich, young and attractive. Everything you need to win but I can’t help but feel like a loser, now and then“.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. Keep going”.

“You know, you’re very easy to talk to? Its like I sense something opening within I wasn’t fully aware was closed until we met. Its quite strange, Mr Svengali, and yet you’re stranger still. You feel like a low dose hallucinogen from back when that was the trend but irritatingly addictive as random comments you said keep reverberating around in my head. I mean the revelation that I wasn’t the voice but the one listening. That one was sheer genius. Genius!”

“How hard it is to see what is directly in front of thee if you’ve been trained to miss it. This is why I said that most are little more than flesh puppets that are incapable of decoding the resonance I hit you with, back when”.

“So, you really mean it? Like, one hundred percent? You wouldn’t trade places with anyone else on the planet? Not even if they were super rich, wildly attractive, totally preselected, with the best of everything and a bright future in front of them? Even then you’d choose to be you? A dude who, lets be true, is mooching around the world with barely anything to his name and acting like its all a Game that plays out inside his head? Gosh, even saying it out loud makes me smile on occasion as it sounds so… schizophrenic and yet I look at the world and the psychosocial treadmill effect and realize thats actually outsane. Just like I said, these snapshots reverberate in my brain as you can’t unsee the wires life tried so hard to hide on its meat marrionettes. Is it lonely? I mean, being a rebel misfit that says off the walls things and is more familiar with death and unrest than standard existence?”.

“In a sense, yes, but I learned to comprehend that something has to give and if I’d been dealt the same type of hand as the rest in this multi-sensory casino that floats in the abyss then the end result wouldn’t be this now, would it? After all the ingredients dictate what the chef brings to the table and, in many ways, I was born to be a legend and that tends to bring its own issues to the table as part of the mix”.

“Ha! As humble as always!”.

“Woman, I’m excellent at being modest. Its one of my best strengths and I truly mean this because only the (false) self needs aggrandizement. A diamond Knows it is“.

“Thats why you’re a girls best friend?”.

“You could say this. If they have the resonance. I mean, how many of them comprehend the link between the rock which is dazzling on her finger and the red hot bed they shared before the ring that shifted to a place with a cold chill not long after the celebrations dimmed? Better yet, of them that spread their legs on the side for an old flame, illicit, how many click that they remove the ring before cheating and the commensurate shift in their energetics, now unfrozen?”.

“They don’t. Truly. Most of my friends are married, many of them to an image that is built on a mirage for public consumption. Picture perfect on the outside but hollow within. You know I think you’re correct when you said this is the end of conventional relationships as people want as many slices of cake as they can get and would rather sit in a rotation with a man in demand than one that is devoted to them”.

“Thats the true nature of sex. Men are hopeless romantics dressed as realists whilst women are the flip, ironically. I mean, it makes a lot of sense from the evolutionary lens as having a kid is a commitment and it can tear that svelte frame to ribbons as not many want sloppy seconds, genetically speaking. Then there is the hoe phase to get out, the need for attention and being away from parental supervision which is why higher education is pretty much non stop rutting and excess for most women as anything goes, back then, before the urge to nest kicks in and they’ll usually take what they can get and not who they truly wanted”.

“You describe people like they’re machines sometimes. So cold and clinical. Have you ever killed anyone?”.

“Would it really make a difference? Better yet, lets flip it. Did you know I’ve saved a few lives with random, out of pocket quips, that went on to prevent them offing their switch, later that evening. I guess a lot of heads have my thoughts reverberating in them at opportune moments. Would that even the scales, in the end?”.

“You avoided my question”.

“Yes. I have”.

“What? Dropped a body or talked in riddles?”.

“You already have the answers. I’m just a man with questions. Nothing more needs to be said. I plead the fifth!”.

“Ah! You really are incorrigible! Its like a constant battle of wits. I mean, I like it but hate it as well. I couldn’t imagine living like this. Its just too intense as you’ve literally got no chill and just say things, off rip, without a single, solitary F given. I’m surprised no one has taken umbrage to your flippance”.

“Wavelength, like I said. Most people still have an ember, glowing inside of them. I just show them how to flow and they do the rest because nobody ever expects the Spanish inquisition, yes? Same thing but I’m uplifting Souls instead of suppressing in the name of religion. Some of the most interesting conversations have been with what most would term social rejects. Schizophrenics, murderers, strung out addicts. You know, the kind of people the rest of the world wouldn’t even consider engaging. Wavelength, again. Get in where you fit in. When you come up from the bottom of the barrel you tend to meet some interesting peeps in ascent and Witness the kind of scenes in the flesh others usually see via the safety of a screen and distance”.

“So you have killed someone? Why else would you mention that again plus if thats the type of company you’ve been keeping then it explains a lot of things about a little bit because most sane people avoid those who are dangerous. You know, basic Self preservation? Don’t talk to strangers? That kind of thing?”.

“What would you do if the worst thing that could happen, did? What next? You survived and have two choices. You can either pick up the pieces and try and rearrange them to make sense or you can leave em on the floor and keep it moving as you celebrate being an immortal that walks among common men. There have been so many attempts on my life that I’ve stopped counting and consider them as part of my involution beyond the flesh because a wise magician knows never to pull the same trick on an old audience as someone in the mix will spot what kicks, with a grin. It took a while for me to get it but when it clicked it set the wheels in motion for unconditional Self acceptance to kick in because, sometimes, you’ve got to lose your mind to come to your senses and by that I mean easing the conditioned aspects due to events you can’t predict that truly test your mettle and this is what separates the boys from the men. Case in point, the hypothetical trade you envisioned with the grade A specimen?”.

She nodded her head and raised her drink to her lips.

“Do you think he, in any way shape or form, would’ve been battle tested or put in work in the trenches to get where he sits? No and nope. Some of us started so far behind in the race of life that when the rest get to the middle aged spread we’re celebrating finally being in position to sprint from the runners blocks which is akin to living twice at the same time with the “If I knew then what I do now” mindset in which everything is a win because failure is seen as feedback and the bricks that pave the way to the ultimate win”.

“Which is?”.

“Liberation aka get free or thrive trying“.

“See!” she said as she leapt. “Theres that contradiction again and its infuriating as how can one so full of vim that wishes to live be totally hooked on death as well? It doesn’t make sense as its quite a morbid topic and yet it seems to underpin everything as you can take any conversation to it via a link that makes sense but most never consider at depth”.

“Death is mans best friend. Its more so the fear of death than the act itself that scares most of the plebs. Did you know the ancient Kemetians were obsessed with their final exit from this realm as they spin around the Van Allen belts in transcendence where their heart, filled with desires, was weighed against the feather light Soul that came in. They saw the Game for what it is. Same, I suspect, with the ancient Mayans that just up and vanished from the historical record after building their temples. I think that is going to happen again but thats a deeper topic. Imagine I could flick a switch, this instance, and you started to recollect past lives you’d lived. Nothing grand and flash. No time as the queen of Egypt. Just a random peasant in a Siberian village, back when, eking out an existence with a quick glimpse of singing songs to your kids as you tucked them in to their bed in the one room you possessed and shared with a doting husband before getting up to do it again. And then take this” I said, gesturing around at the plush apartment. “For contrast and mix it in. Spot the difference where you have everything the last spin lacked but also possess none of its inherent richness”.

“Great, now I’m depressed”. We sat in silence until a smile crept on her lips.

“Wait a second. I get it. I get it. So what you’re saying is we keep going round and round again until we get to the point where we’ve had our fill of the flesh with its various juxtapositions in which you’ll never, ever get the full spread in one incarnation as its designed to be seductive like an elevator pitch mixed in with a cliffhanger for each life you get that has you reinserting your Soul as a credit for another go in the Game that makes you forget how good or bad you had it when, in the end, you asked for it. Ha! Thats some twisted genius or a kind of circus attraction designed to trick the plebs into constant respawns which always seem new and fresh but is cleverly designed to keep you consumed by your consumption under the veil of ignorance about whats truly happening beneath the surface where gnosis always was an option“.

“And thats the secret because, eventually, in one of those lives you’ll become Centered in Self and comprehend you are eternal. In, not of this realm. Just visiting and wearing the skin that lets you interact with the Game as you are something far more subtle and powerful. Then, maybe, you too will bounce around at random and get into interesting conversations with people you just met who don’t recollect you knew them, real well, on another spin not matter how many hints you slipped from the first time you linked in the current incarnation“.

Till we meet again

I only speak the truth. Know why? It isn’t for any lofty ideals or holier than thou schtick. Purely practical:

If I didn’t then, by now, I’d have flipped my lid due to the things I’ve seen. Let me give you an example:

You are born, you grow, go to school and such things. As you mature you collect imperiences that shape you inner realms and friends that reinforce external perspectives as well as share times good and grim. Lets pretend that at some point all of them conspire to have you killed. You survive, barely, from this attack, hyperdimensional. What would you do next? Laugh or cry?

Basically you have to reevaluate every single thing you ever thought you knew and that is a really, really good thing because its what is essential for liberation so, in that respect, my teachers did me a solid as get free or thrive trying is the mindset. They also gifted me with an insight into who truly runs the world, the methods they use and to whom they are loyal and this is something that has such an intricate web of lies that are densely woven around it that it suddenly made sense why schizos flip their lids when offered a glimpse of higher realms. Did you know that those folks they can’t wait to cram full of pills the moment they’re sectioned are the only humans on Earth that don’t fall for optical illusions? Let that sink in and it may just click why this article is titled “In a World Full of Liars”…

For me it is not the fact that I live this but moreso the empathy for those who are also thrown in the deep end (with ankle weights) and sank without a trace or were written off as casualties of wars, unseen, using whatever narrative folks accept to keep plodding on their own treadmill. On the one hand its truly mindblowing to peer beyond the veil but, on the flip, its extremely isolating as each step on the Path of Power leads you further and further away from the madness of crowds who were born, running free, on a beach but now dwell in a cave of ignorance they’d rather die than exit. In the midst we find a way, unpaved, strewn with the corpses of those who either wandered on it or were pushed and then perished due to a lack of Knowledge as they were tortured by forces beyond this realm that further alienated them. Even that may have an upside, metaphysically speaking.

I really do think about this at depth because so much about so much now makes perfect sense but the implication of this is that if liberation truly is this difficult the rest don’t stand a chance a hell so maybe its best they Thunk this realm is heaven sent and carry on as intended from one life to the next. I wonder how they feel, being content with the world beamed into their heads and having no desire to reality test by poking and prodding at its limits? Maybe thats the ignorant bliss others mentioned or just testament to how effective the System is as so many accept its whims, without question. Not me though.

I say all that to say this:

Life, at its most basic, is a deception. There is no polite way of telling folks they’ve been had. Took. Hoodwinked. Bamboozled. Led astray. State it out loud to those plugged in expect a violent reaction from the denizens of the Valley of the Plebs because the first rule of any Game or con is to protect your investment and the Opponent in their head will do this, real well, as he issues statements to their consciousness they Thunk is them. Read that back again. Let it sink in to your depths and see if a dulcet tone emotes from your chest in a way thats soundlesly powerful as it says:

“He’s right, you know?”.

Take the Observer Effect, mix it in with a pinch of atoms being mostly empty space and the fact that you can tell, ten times out of ten, when someone is staring at you as they bore holes in the back of your head and you’ll stop sipping the poisoned chalice of illusion that has you under its spell because the next conclusion that kicks says:

“At night, when I’m dreaming, my mind creates worlds that seem so real and authentic. Why, if it wasn’t for the fact that I rise in bed and am slowly flooded with recollections of another life I live I could be set adrift on memory bliss, without end. If, into this land of illusion, a man did step then said:

“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.

Would I chastise or yell at him or offer thanks for the help I didn’t know I needed?”.

That is the 8 billion Soul question. Consciousness is everything. You, me, that rock on the pavement and everything in between. This entire dimension and all within are simply figments of your imagination. For some, reading, it would have clicked why school divorced you from this super power, real quick, because, back when, you could throw some sprinkles on a cardboard box and, quite literally, jet to the moon if you wished and it all felt real and visceral. If you could be super, duper rich or have that faculty back online again, which one would you pick? Better yet how about immense wealth or total fearlessness? See what I mean about the parasite of consciousness that is beasting as he feasts on the Inner Sense of the planet and then sells them back an Adulterated (false) self they’ll protect to the death as to face the truth would be akin to admitting the deception that their pride won’t let them stomach. Thats the nature of the trick that is so old and so immense that it holds billions of Souls within its grip at this moment.

The rest are too busy filling their stomachs and appetites that won’t end as we live in times of universal greed which is super ironic as man is both richer and poorer than he’s ever been in the same instance. In between both of these poles (or any others you can mention) you’ll find the golden circle of the present moment that all were born in but only 8% are capable of returning to whilst living. I, for the above mentioned, am one of them thanks to a little help from old friends who I now recollect I have known for many incarnations hence why they were present all around from the time I stepped in to the present moment where I’ve hopped off a jet, in lands distant, and have been sequentially met with people reciting a script who know me very well whilst I was nearly ignorant of the double dealing as one can smile and be a villain.

You ever play that Game, back when, where you have a label on your head and everyone else can read it and you’re left guessing? Kind of like that but metaphysical hence why being really real is the only option because its easy to be led astray with deception and theatrics but truth is the antidote to this venom that creates the genesis of an alchemist who takes the base, pumping, and flips it to something golden instead as he ascends from this realm and kicks a little Knowledge to the rest about the true state of play in the Game. This is, I suspect, the reason they don’t overtly like me but, internally, they really want to see me win plus are also sad that I’m leaving this dimension as I ascend in resonance beyond the Three D gravel pit we inhabit via the flesh draped around our awareness to decode a tiny slice of the EM spectrum thats then further edited and flipped to show only what we expect and skip the rest.

Quite literally, all up in my spinal column. A vertebrae invasion, if you will, and the true cause of back pain in this realm as its all spiritual, in the end as well as beginning and during. Old balances must be settled in for the heart against a feather to way correct so watch me do the dance of destruction as I slap the thigh on my left, twice, as an open invitation to the cosmic loan sharks above this realm that created not only the psychosocial treadmill for the 81% but a customized version for the 11% who learn some cheat codes and magick tricks to wield a certain type of influence over the rest. If you trust a liar, who is to blame, in the end? You or them? Ponder this as you live because I am fairly sure you too will one day sit, waxing lyrical, as you comprehend the shadows depth and the true nature of what grifts. Think you’ll make it look as good as this? In many ways the Game I lace will help you as well, in the end, because there is only one way in and one way out of this realm.

How many times did I ask you to parlay? How many times did I invite open discussion as I tried to figure out what the hell kicks in the adventure I’m living? How many times have you noticed that I’ve obscured the provenance and tells of those who stuck the boot in as well as their symbols, rank and file associations in ways akin to an olive branch because I, in no way, shape or form, think I have anywhere close to a hundred percent correct perspective on what is happening and thus like to keep my options open as I rearrange pieces in the darkness whilst a light from a higher realm shines, now and then, to show the lay of the land and true nature of this realm. What do I get in return? Same as the one who was born to cut heads and then chastised for doing this. No wonder he howled at the moon and promised furious anger and terrible vengeance but I get it. Its all scripted. We’re playing parts and on this spin and one can only be cast a Victim if they don’t click that its not how you start but end as you can shift that, real quick, to victor instead as it all takes place inside your awareness.

Some lead with the left, others raise it entirely from the pavement. Behold, the destroyer of worlds, shatter of illusions that, once up a when, was seen as auspicious but then became terrible. Sort of like serpents, yes? Naga please! You mean to tell me that, ages ago when there was naught but melanin in this realm, every single Soul paid homage to the dragon and then – when white men rewrote history in their image – they suddenly became wicked and something to fear and dread? Thats what I mean, dear reader, about being willing to examine at depth that which you accept as gospel. For Slave/Masters in training who truly wish to ascend, that goes double because if you signed a blank contract to gain access because someone else said so then who is to tell what they fill in or the true cost of membership… Especially if all they know and sell is various forms of deception of which this realm is testament because the longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch and thats just how that dire beat us kicks in if you don’t Know the Ledge:

There is one thing that recently came to my attention. Something which caused and immense swell of empathy within when it comes to Slave/Masters and its this:

You too are living hostages. Some are acutely aware of this and quietly champion my efforts as they intuit the shadows depth. What gave it away was your rep I met for the first time in the flesh that let slip (accidentally on purpose?) that he’s been watching my moves with great interest, since back when, and that was quite puzzling until it clicked that your contract to this realm is for sale to the highest bid as whoever claims domination of the age owns your pink slip so even if you Know the real deal within you must simply grin and bare it for the rest as the cosmic clock slowly ticks from one sign to the next…

Yes, this too shall pass but have you ever wondered how far you can truly ascend on the borrowed wings they gift? If you think they’ll make it to the 8th and transcend the serpent nibbling his tale as he spins and we push rocks of ignorance of uphill then I’d say you have another thing coming because liberation, in the end, is a solo sport. Like Bob said, you can’t save your brothers Soul as we ain’t related in any sense and you’ve got to do for Self whilst holding an example to the rest as nothing and no one can grant salvation in this realm unless you’ve done the Knowledge and removed the filth from the milk and allowed the cream to surface that was previously being sipped by the man behind the curtain.

In a world full of deception the involutionary speaks the truth, without fear, because the extra voltage allows the vicious circle to be transcended from within the box of ignorance it was placed as it spirals home, beyond this realm. Can you hear the Psylense? Not yet, I’d bet, but you will because its about to be curtains for the noiZ that plagued this realm and manifested as the voice in the heads of the plebs that don’t comprehend they aren’t that which talks, without end, but the one who listens, in silence. Up your resolution and that goes double for the S/Ms as you are currently running, full belt, on a psychospiritual treadmill whilst looking down at the rest that fell for a similar trick as an overlay in the material realm because if you put your faith in a liar (in whom the truth doesn’t rest) its your fault, in the end as it becomes a camel and eye of the needle thing which is the feather and scale, remixed, as you can either bob your head to the remix with a sample, uncredited, or dig in the crates by doing the Knowledge hence prize truth over all else as its the bedrock and foundation of liberation and thus the counterpoint of illusion that causes this world to exist and we, at the moment, are so far from the truth that to hear it said, out loud, seems strange and alien to the idiocy we accept even though most lives stand as testament that their internal programming is not really that effective. Or maybe it is and thats the entire point as I could be totally incorrect. I am willing to admit this and recalibrate my perspective as new data pours in. Are you?

Till we meet again