Rich of Heart but Poor of Pocket

Being rich of heart but poor of pocket is something that seems to be hand in glove when it comes to talent. Maybe its the creativity fostered by having to come up with less and still keeping safe the will to make it happen. Maybe its the test to see if you’re willing to betray your Self in order to make it rich by compromising your morals for the appearance of success? Who knows? Maybe its something totally different.

What if we’re all born rich of heart but most never realize it until they’re swindled out of their birth right and sent on a paper chase that tries to fill that aching chasm within. Behind every stellar artist there is always a life of pain. Its something the world has seen again and again and this I call the Diamond Principle as its the pressure that makes them shine as they’re saturated with inner light. Doesn’t mean its going to be an easy ride though because the demons of the past often hitch a ride when it comes to shining bright in a Game designed to get you consumed by your consumption. Warriors, the fix is in therefore watch your step because what I’m telling those within will never dare spill as they manufacture proof for the lies they tell.

Any creative knows well that true inspiration is something which descends as it rises in the same instance to totally envelope your awareness with the gifts that it brings. For me to say I’m writing this feels like taking false credit and this is what propelled me on my quest to separate the Adulterated from Inner Sense as the latter is where the impulse bubbles. Walk with me for a moment:

In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king and that is exactly how the Adulterated gets down in this realm, just as intended because if people are lacking depth perception and a skewed perspective they can be easily manipulated as they can’t sense the difference. Imagine you are walking alone with some special contact lenses in. The left eye sees nothing but darkness and whats so curious is you don’t question this because of what the right is doing. Inside here there is a lens that contains a tint which shifts almost every time you blink. Or it could be constant. The point is its totally random and, most interestingly, each time it flips the script the tint changes not only how you look at the present but past and future as well because its exploiting a process that occurs within. Actually, lets backtrack for a bit:

Lets pretend that inside your head there is a Rolodex which is adorned with color coded labels. Within this spinny thing lies the sum total of your entire existence. Every single thing you’ve ever seen, felt, thought or perceived is stacked up perfectly in a system that is as simple as it is complex. To examine it is quite literally mind blowing as once Witnessed you suddenly realize “Wait a sec, I cannot be any of them so what am I, in and outside the flesh?” as they are akin to hologrammatic negatives that come to life once you shine the light of your awareness in.

Much like Narcissus, who was so enamored with his reflection that the rest of the world grew dim as he feasted his eyes upon himself, we are collectively hypnotized by the voice in our heads (which, if you think about it you cannot be as you’re listening to it ergo are something quite different. This I call the Witness) and the lens placed in our eyes via cultural programming. It doesn’t matter your creed or faith, when you popped into this world in terms of timespace or other such things because this entire stage is built around this premise hence most do not question the standard equipment they possess or these extras placed within.

Since my inception I’ve been what they’d grow to term a hacker. Everyone has seen them. Those jits that take their toys apart (much to their parents chagrin) in order to see how they work and then make something new out of them. I did this since the jump. Without instruction or guidance, just following the Psylense and that innate curiosity that seeks mastery over this realm by peering in to swim beneath the surface. As time progressed the tricks of the trade I’d learned moved from hardware to software and then the human operating system before finally reality itself and this is where the Game of Souls hypothesis took shape.

Do you know what a Reality Tunnel is? You should. You’re in one:

This lens that you aren’t currently aware you’re wearing is quite slick in the sense that its presence makes it invisible as its influence is all pervasive yet so subtle. If you are feeling blue then realize that is simply the tint distracting the Witness as it automatically spins the Rolodex of imperience and draws a narrative created from thoughts, feelings and energies that are resonant. Example:

Jills boyfriend got up and left and her life feels like its a mess as she wanted nothing more than to please him as he was all she ever wanted and needed. He found her externally attractive but her neediness repulsed him as she had the merest sliver of false confidence that masked the train wreck of her inner realm. Jack was a pretty intuitive type and what you’d call a free spirit and due to his penchant for mind expanding experiences he’d grasped the rudiments of higher dimensional perception without truly realizing it. This is what Jill found so attractive in him as he was overflowing with a sense of freedom and quiet rebelliousness and this acceptance was what she had been seeking her entire life.

Her parents were quite strict and demanding. They were not shy in expressing when her actions didn’t please and they backed it up with Bible thumping as they spoke of Hell and her eternal condemnation. Open and frank discussions were simply not welcome to the table of her upbringing so she dared not express them for fear of being cast out of their affection. In short she became a people pleaser and learned to disconnect from her Inner Sense and was swiftly and almost totally Adulterated whilst still in childhood. People noticed and would comment in ways that deepened the schism via compliments – “She is so mature. Isn’t it wonderful? The Holy Spirit is strong in this one!” – as she was gaslighted by the congregation and pressed into a role she wasn’t even sure she wanted.

As all of this was happening (and in an entirely natural and soon to be unconscious process) the Rolodex was filing away imperience. It was encoding all she’d seen so the past would dictate her response in the present which then shaped the future she was building. The girl was fond of singing and dancing. In that sense the Church offered her at least one freedom as she could belt out the notes with passion as the congregation got on its feet and started clapping.

Can you spot the contradiction?

Here the Rolodex is confused as we have something which simultaneously draws her to the bad of falseness to fit in whilst allowing the real to shine forth in a framework that is socially sanctioned. Her parents encouraged this with an admonishment that said “As long as you sing of His glory, and His alone, without a thought of profit then we encourage it”. And so she did. The child star felt her destiny was speaking.

Externally as she was growing into a young woman you could not tell of her extreme loneliness and the things she did to combat this as the adage of “Children should be seen and not heard” was running through her mental programming. She mastered the art of patting her head whilst rubbing her stomach and all kinds of neuromotor skills as well as belting our her scales which allowed her the freedom to express. Lets take a deeper dive and examine via the lens:

Imagine for a moment that her primary coding was in purple. You’ll note this is a combination of blue and red so lets say the former shade encodes all she classes as ickiness whilst the latter is unbridled passion. When she is in her element she is subconsciously spinning the Rolodex to carefully ensure she is coloring in within the lines of what is expected (blue) and what she wants (red). The end result is purple. As she projects so she ingests and the loop spins itself as she is lost in the moment. “Its then I feel totally alive. The rest feels like hell but this is a slice of heaven” she said to Jack, not long after they met.

Jack on the flip had no such restrictions. His primary hue was orange and he’d been raised by what most would call bohemian parents who were very body positive and encouraged all kinds of things. That also meant he was a stranger to boundaries and any form of impulse control as it was all about what felt best in the moment. To say they hit it off would be an understatement as each brings what the other is lacking and both were exceedingly creative.

The problems kicked in when it came to resonance as there was pure contrast but very little in common. Jill hated how unpredictable he was, how we wouldn’t give her the reassurance she was seeking because (in his Rolodex) that is standard equipment and thus most never thank the sun for shining as its taken as part of the deal of living. On the flip he found her rigidity more and more irritating as he was very laissez-faire in the sense that what happens, happens and who cares about the rest. Quite hedonistic in that respect. What a couple they made though as in him she saw rebellion against her parents and the chains they’d placed on her nascent awareness in exchange for affection that was doled out only for compliance. He liked how she looked, stylishly hanging off his limb, exuding class, and how eager she was to please as he trained her in the skills of the pleasure principle as he was all about enjoying as many women as he could get by burying it to the hilt and pushing it to the limit without commitment. Once again, a fundamental difference is she could not overcome her sex shaming parents and believed strongly in bonding for life. With Jack she thought she’d found it and was determined to make it happen.

Problem is the skills in her tool chest were based off her Rolodex imprints which were all manipulative shades of blue. She hated using them because she was perceptive enough to see their effects as well as the feelings these states evoked in her inner realms but she had no other options to convey her message. Blue and orange look quite good but if purple was the hue that drew him in and when he’d sense the “almost but not quiteness” he’d find it quite repulsive as then his lens would amplify and magnify the worst of what she presented.

One day he intuited that she actually exhibited many of the same traits as his mother who had been a lipstick revolutionary in the sense that her colors were simply painted on the surface due to a deep seated need to be accepted and she’d found her comfort zone with his father who was a limitless beam of green who truly lived his lyrics. From that moment on his passions cooled dramatically as he attempted to disconnect as he could tell exactly where this was heading, her motivations to trap him, what she expected and various other bits as the blue shade of his lens started linking little things she did with his past imperience. Suddenly the Pattern was obvious. In that respect he’d broken the spell that many labor under for generations due to faulty programming and an unexamined awareness.

“I can’t take any more of this. Listen, it was fun while it lasted but I’m out. I wish you the best” he said. And with that, he left.

Jill was devastated as she sank to the depths of her own personal hell whilst her lens clicked to the deepest shade of blue she knew and via this hue the Rolodex offered up her strongest fears and dreads. Suddenly her whole life was recast in this new shade and things that didn’t match were excised from the tale. If we were to glance within its was a slow and steady descent in which things started bad and then got gradually worse and worse and worse until this point where she sat and wept, overcome with corrosive emotions and tainted affection. Of course, she didn’t see this as her life, her script and her inheritance of which Jack was simply the icing on the cake and not the content therein as there was plenty she would not allow her Self to think.

She had no one else to turn to but her parents who used this opportunity to sink their claws even further in and frostily welcomed her back under their wing with lots and lots of chastisement. Jack never thought about her again as he was on to the next and took it as a learning imperience but Jill never forgot him as she eked out a miserable existence akin to a bird that sings to forget the sadness of clipped wings as its placed in a cage most ornate and gilded. All for anothers benefit.

There aren’t any happy endings in this because life isn’t that simple. Bad things happen to good people but the moral of the story is about the lens and Rolodex as they shape your perceptions and in many ways create the script that you’re living. What I found via my reverse engineering of consciousness is you can change this by leveraging your awareness via the strength of the Witness (which is who you truly are in and beyond this realm) as it is exceedingly powerful. Just from the outline sketched hastily on the back of a napkin that I waved around in your head over a drink you can start to grasp the rudiments of your inner realm as this process powers everything and its only as rigid as you let it be.

That is where Knowledge of Self kicks in and those who are aware of the process can override the lens. Braver still are the Warriors who are willing to rip it out from behind their eyelid then do the same with the other which caused the hemispheric interference which was hinted at in the text which said the higher state of consciousness was crucified on a hill with two thieves suspended next to him. Then, and only then, can you start to become Centered in Self by lighting the eye within that sees all but only the chosen see it.

All of this may be a totally fresh concept but I’d be willing to bet that your intuition is nodding its head and saying it feels correct. Now, the question is am I wrong for sharing this? For hacking the Matrix and reverse engineering the fundamentals of life itself or am I simply using the talents I stepped in with as we all know a childs curiosity is boundless without limits. In that sense I’m being true to Self and that causes a lot of chagrin as the Slaves (who are the majority at 81% and well programmed to cherish ignorance that generates suffering) will find a lot of what I say quite challenging. The Slave/Masters at 11% despise the fact that I live to tell the tale as they’d rather me long dead as one light shining in the darkness is enough to make the rest question the narrative they’ve been laboring under for generations. The remaining 8% (to whom my words are a beacon which reaches out and calls to them via various mediums) will be grinning and nodding their heads as their hearts shine in resonance as they too, in their own way, have pondered this and drawn their own conclusions about the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits.

I’d really like to hear this because it all goes back to being rich of heart but poor of pocket. What I possess in spirit I know there are those with plenty in their pockets but null and void below the neck covet and wish to possess. Why? So they can edit, weaponize and profit from it by using it against the rest to enforce their narrative. They create false barriers to entry, various limits to expression and a whole raft of bridges that demand tolls and fealty in order to access what they can give. But what is this really? Fiat currency? Something which is akin to a printed illusion backed by nothing but the belief others pour in to the purported it freedom it brings without realizing its presence signals the truth of their enSlavement? Fame? Acclaim? People saying nice things? How about the lease of spiritual wings that can’t ascend beyond the limits placed on them when they were clipped and dumped in this realm and turned it into a living hell for the plebs? Why would I need this when I can encode my imperience via flicking through the Rolodex and thus the strings of the meat puppet I could’ve been fall by the wayside as I become a true human being exactly what he is, nothing more, nothing less.

Thats freedom and it springs from within. Either you have it or you’re grasping at an approximation which is ultimately anothers toy they let you play with in lieu of you going inside your own chest and discovering its abundance. There is a very powerful sample of the Rolodex example and what I’m speaking of and that is spontaneous healing in which one who was allegedly terminal and at the end intuitively recodes their perception by overpowering the lens which filters their consciousness and reality bends to their whim as they become the living, breathing embodiment of radiant health. The fact that this is well known but rarely studied is proof about what I’ve said as its based on the same principles of color coded resonance and the story we tell ourselves which in turn hints at what I’ve said in regards to think vs Thunk.

The former is natural. The latter a learned bad habit. Knowing this allows you to create better options and thus one whose heart is filled automatically becomes rich everywhere else but those who try the opposite always come up lacking as true freedom is something that comes from within and only you can grant your Self.

Till we meet again

Queen Sacrifice

There’s a piece every man needs on his team. His Queen. See, he moves one square at a time, anywhere he please but she can sweep through the streets with murderous intent and tear anything in her way to shreds in order to protect. Its a beautiful thing. If you find it, cherish it. Me, I didn’t have that option. Me, I had to choose different. Me, I had to let something die so that she could live.

Queen sacrifice.

A move you only make if you Know you’re going to win because you give up your most powerful piece, the thing thats in it with you from the seed to tree and is supposed to enjoy the fruits, happily. Me, I didn’t have that option. Sometimes life delivers bitterness and you’ve just got to grin and bear it like an alchemist because that is the Game and how it is. It ain’t what you get but what you do with it as its all energy, in the end. Some parts have freedom, others are scripted. All have consequences in this choose your own adventure in the flesh. Me, I had to choose different.

You know my grandma used to say that one plus one equals eleven if you pick the right option. Otherwise it can be an albatross around your neck that you regret letting in because when home is the battlefield where does a man go to rest? Imagine the whole world at your neck, forces from beyond this realm applying stress and on top of all that you want to do me like this? Me? I had to let something die so that she could live.

Queen sacrifice.

I bet if you asked her right now she’d still be mad about it but thats only because you can’t, won’t and couldn’t see my perspective. Best believe I saw you coming though and did what I did for the best because even though you’d have been a help the costs were too big and I couldn’t live with my Self and what I did… Even though I’d do it again, in a heartbeat, without thinking. And again. And again. And again.

Break the Pattern. Transcend then ascend. Place the crown upon your own head once you become Centered in Self as it sure beats eternal return, doesn’t it?

This isn’t the first time I’m pushing the pen on this topic. Neither is it the first time you’re reading. The wounds are still bleeding, my Soul is gently weeping but I’ll take it all and handle it because if the Game is doling out karma thats been cooking for generations then its my responsibility to bear it in order to liberate my ancestors from its grip. Anyone around me could get hurt. Especially if they don’t listen. And you didn’t. You wouldn’t. It was written.

Whats a man to do when he knows he holds the instrument of destiny in his hand and can push it any way he wish? Actions have consequences. The Game follows a script and, hoo, it didn’t like me doing this because they’d painted me into a corner so perfect and then unleashed the sirens. Multiple. So clever when it comes to making bad look good. No money down, buy into the illusion. Low interest rates that generate immense dividends of confusion whilst you’re too busy fighting the war you’ve been waging you won’t realize the enemy of the state actually dwells in your own kingdom. Till its too late.

Queen sacrifice.

Either now or then, it was going to happen. I simply cut and pasted your grand exit before it could all begin and thus saved them from the suffering as the wounded womb hurts what it should nourish. Its alright though, I handled it by removing that hand from the stacked deck but the Game didn’t like this. Not one bit. Thats why it sent in the team for adjustment purposes and suddenly I saw with a new lens that my friends were actually agents and the part they played in all of this as they amped my worst aspects in order to keep my strength hidden. The significance wasn’t lost, even though my Soul was shattered to fragments. Dust actually, for I was already broken when we met.

Queen sacrifice.

I guess what you attract reflects, in that sense, yes? Another project. Another dream. Another team. Me? I didn’t have that option. Me? I had to choose different. Me? I had to let something die so that she could live and now I stand alone fighting a battle being fought in many realms at the same instance but then I’ve also retained my freedom and the ability to walk out on anything in thirty seconds when intuition starts speaking, within, and the heats ratchets up as there are no obligations.

Its wild knowing that people in your life who you wish nothing but the best and would lay your life down for in an instant actually want you dead and were sent on missions to ensure your intent is derailed, quick, as they activate deeper Patterns of your lineage that the past never dealt with and thus they manifest in front of your awareness and unleash the demon within that you try so hard to keep on a chain because you know its rage is the kind that can kill without thinking. Once its out, its out. Can’t do the humpty dance again. Act like a spy, pose as a friend with your heart as a target by means of whats between her legs.

Queen sacrifice.

I knew you better than you knew yourself as the swan swims around the picture of grace itself but underneath the surface is flapping like hell to hold together the image she is so desperate to sell. Was this my script? My challenge? My folie a deux where I get both servings of delusion. With extra sprinkles and frosting? “All this? For me? I’m so lucky!“. Its amazing how I snapped out of the trance at the last moment before doing something stupid only to nearly be hypnotized to death into doing something reckless. The Game, it takes no prisoners. Only living hostages and when you’re playing it on the level that I’m at, against the System itself, then every thought, deed and action carries a weight far beyond the rest.

Choose your own adventure in the flesh. You’d need your head examined to play the hand I’ve been dealt as most are given courtesy chips to help them gamble and ease in whereas I stepped into to debt and obligation. Imagine a child who must father his parents and then draw the rest of your conclusions as you’ll see the Prince who would be King was born, shaped, molded by imperience that was designed to test his mettle since an infant via the presence of incessant illusions and near constant deception.

Queen sacrifice.

It is what it is. The only option that exists when they stacked the deck with marked cards, crooked deals and chips that signal the truth about your freedom:

Its very expensive. It costs an arm and a leg to live on your knees and the man I was about to be was so different to what I’d been but I knew your preference because when it comes down to an educated ruff neck you preferred the latter part of the equation as it was never about seeking balance. More about getting a thrill. Doing what the others won’t even dare to think because inside a shaved head resides the mind of a career criminal which protects a heart of pure Inner Sense and that is something so exceedingly rare in this realm that ladies tend to hold on with a firm grip when it spins by their circumference and they get a taste of the radius.

Its an electromagnetic thing. Always has been, always will. Thats why sparks fly and most men lose their minds to the say so of the other head but I’m built different in that sense hence:

Queen sacrifice.

But you couldn’t peep Game at this depth. One way or another death was coming. I just knew that I alone was strong enough to handle her kiss whereas the consequences for the rest would’ve been tragic. I don’t expect you to see this. You never had my vision. Nor did you have the faith that was needed in my intuition which is why we had to split so I could double down my bet on Self because its me against the world and I’ll gladly take on eight billion without blinking because back against the wall is me in my element.

Queen sacrifice.

A small slice of bliss can generate a whole load of problems because no one plans on becoming an addict with their first sniff. It just sort of drifts and before you know it its all a case of “Whatever could’ve happened, that boy had so much potential“. Yeah, I know that song well. I heard my father hum it. Ironic, isn’t it, how often we unconsciously become our parents. Unless we do something to stop it. Dare to think different and by rewriting the script I unleashed the powers in and visible that had always been around tinkering and at last got to see the true nature of the playing fields. Killing field is more accurate as all they promise us is death. Even with that on the table you’d be surprised at how few are living as they’re scared to be who they are, actualize what was destined, walk in the shoes tailor made for them. Those are skin, by the way, barefoot. As nature intended. Called “Souls” for a reason… Comprehend and get to healing or don’t and stay hemmed in to the Mind Made Prison with the (false) self at the helm of your consciousness that is pressing its sharp influence against your Achilles tendon as it exploits a point of weakness for its own profit. In and beyond this realm.

Most won’t. Instead they choose the life corporate or some other kind of trick where they sell dreams to themselves as they step around the psychosocial treadmill and the life, predictable. I’ve always been the realest in that respect which is what saved me in the end before it even began.

Queen sacrifice.

With that said, I release you, your energetics and the team you rep as their unwitting Agent in this spin of the Game we all play using our Souls as credits.

Power over me. None. You have.

Power over me. None. You have.

Power over me. None. You have.

Thrice great, spoken as said with pure intent to break your physical, astral and etheric chains placed on one resonant with the all of everything via illusion and deception using false promises from other incarnations. Seals and deals broken, everywhen. Obligations and oaths as well. In this life and any others you can mention both mine and lineage. I reclaim my Soul with this message I extend into the collective unconscious which stands as Witness to all I said as I liberate both my Self and ancestors as well from your crooked web.

As I said, so it is. The Pattern has been broken.

Till we meet again

Low Vibration People

You’re better off alone than being surrounded by low frequency people. How can you tell who is high and who is low? Simple. Their habits, lifestyle and the way they treat themselves tells you all you need to know.

See, someone smart can play dumb but the reverse is impossible so everything finds its own level. The thing about playing in the dirt is that it can be fun, wild and uninhibited but all these come with their own consequences as these people, by their very nature. live for today and have no thought of consequence as its all viewed from a limited lens. This is also why their lives are usually a linear progression from bad to worse, misery lxves company though so they’ll be glad to have you around, especially if you can provide something for them somehow because best believe there is a level of give and take and you will, in one way or another, pay your way.

The problem is this, its easy to sink, hard to swim in the midst of all this filth because the habits, vibration and mentality of these folk is the epitome of crabs in a bucket. If you start to become a success they’ll either find a way to undermine or limit your progress. This can be petty things like discouragement or blatantly planning your end with a smile as they sit next to you in your place, enjoying the spoils of your effort as they’re plotting a way on how to to take it all away as their hearts pump nothing but venom due to the fact you possess a talent they can’t even imagine or comprehend.

Seen it many times and almost fell in the same pre dug hole once myself which is why I say:

You’re better off alone than being surrounded by low vibration people. In the world of Slaves the vast majority of them ain’t worth a thing because they’re pretty much identical after being conditioned by a System that suppressed the Soul out of them and then gave them fraudulent equivalents to approximate the sensation of being whole and entirely present – baubles, trinkets and such things. Not all of them are bad, as usual, its a percentage thing:

You’ll see some are one hundred percent committed to being their own worst enemy – a song that is sang to the melody of the most popular beat it seems – and yeah, its fun. Its also a crime against humanity because you’re Self murdering who you were supposed to be, peep:

Imagine each day getting high, fighting in the streets and having sex with a variety of woman that are either mentally, physically or spiritually diseased (often all three). It creates a discharge of light that brightens their internal night which helps take off the edge from their existential dread. Lets put a number on it and say its about three watts, still quite dim all things considered but enough to make a difference to their standard darkness.

Now, the Warrior realizes this process for what it is and notices the substances, people and circumstance can only trigger things within him ergo there must be other ways to mine this information – because that is what light it is, information and that is what underpins all of creation because the data condenses as it passes through the dimensions before being chopped up stitched together and represented as your senses as the world in which your sentience currently envisions living – so he sets off on an adventure of discovery and ignorance.

If there is light running round inside our systems that feels nice to imperience when it glistens and low level antics are the equivalent of picking the lock and stealing some trinkets from the mansion you live in then why not find the keys to your home and retake your place on the throne? See, the Slave would never think like this. They can’t see past the instant hit, the quick thrill and then its on to the next when they flatline again as they subsist though a life twice removed from death. Of course if they haven’t activated their potent then how can they feel it but there it is, the difference between a Slave and a Warrior:

Only one thinks, the other one places his bet on Thunk and spins the wheel yet again to be on the losing end of the deal getting the short end of the stick thats been predipped in the sweetest poison to ever grace their lips and this they accept with fevered passion and grace for the state it creates. A temporary escape from a life that they hate but dare not fully admit.

Now I say that to say this:

Even though 81% of the world is at this moment happily enSlaved in the daily punishment of being the (false) self they accept as they know not of the best version of themselves they could freely choose to be. Ah free, the word that is anathema to those who believe in the amusing concept of money which is in effect a physical representation of your Slavery and the hardest chain for most to see as it runs and underpins the entire System into which you were thrown from the moment you incarnated and has been influencing those who came before and since they were in the womb as it chose what your parents consumed, what fibers decorated their rooms and how they spent their lives in preparation for hosting the next light of the lotus to bloom into this filthy degraded pool.

That, that pure pristine state is available for any Slave should they wish but it involves going backward to progress which is another concept that won’t make sense as they’ve spent their lives being programmed to run like a chicken with no head on a psychosocial treadmill:

“Go to school, get into debt, get a better job to pay it back. Quick, get more debt, watch the TV set as a prophylaxis to dissent as you take your dreams and potent and see it reflected back as pretense instead. Do some drugs, have some sex, live a little, the end. See you on your next spin“.

With some variation here and there it describes every Slaves life. Some might substitute things for this or that here and then but all in all it is what it is as a Slaves programming is very simple and, like I said, they don’t think, they Thunk.

Thunk is prearranged think with big, handy sized pieces. Imagine this:

Lets say you were a complete klutz with no fine motor control so needlework, soldering, painting or suchlike and so forth were total no goes but you can pick up and dump bricks to a build a fort or castle. Then for your level of coordination that would scratch the itch of being able to create something.

Sure it wouldn’t be refined, not particularly original and totally limited by the medium as to what you could make anyway as the resolution is too low and the pieces too large in order to be wielded by your current skillset.

Thats the inside of a Slaves head.

Its not filled with thoughts because thoughts allow one to think and peer over the edge of the box they’re placed within and ask “How did I get here because I wasn’t born in it and for what intent? I wonder” the nascent Warrior said as he stops digging his Reality Tunnel and questions the program.

See, every Slave at some point, usually before the age of ten, has had that moment. This is when the last vestiges of their potent were braying on the walls of the cubic prison their ruler had been placed inside their head and told them it was for their best. Physically speaking its when you see the internal light start to dim in what was once a life filled kid. Goodbye, Inner Sense. Say hello to Adulteration.

After that its Thunk all the way and without this Knowledge and the sheer determination required to retrace ones steps back to that day its chunks of Thunk all the way, right up to the bloody end and beyond because it does have consequence as that is the point par excellence we’ll discover later on.

For now its all about Thunk:

Thunk is a chunk of thought, compacted, socially sanctioned, often accepted by ones parents, peers or group and the largest ones are poured in to the construction of your Mind Made Prison between the age of two and six with each layer after getting thin as there is only so much space within. These are the walls I spoke of that your potential attempted to smash in and get your attention, way back when, when you could still have saved your Self and its the reason why school is literally a criminal system, concentration camp par excellence, as it reduces think to Thunk and uses a host of similar tricks designed to impede your potential under the guise of progress which is simply rewarding regurgitation and smiting the creative principle.

Now, these big bricks of Thunk are what you use to create the world in your head and their familiarity and presence go down well for the limited section of awareness that is trapped down within because a) everyone else is also doing the same thing and b) you can’t think of any alternatives beyond saving the best for the end and or enjoying the current spin plus c) anything seen to contradict or contravene these bricks of thought, so heavy and dense is taken as a direct threat, not just against their perspective but also to their (false) self.

Stop and think for a moment:

Se all know of people who are so caught up in their role, possessions or status that it is, for all intents and purposes, the them they know best and they can’t imagine living without these concepts. Stockbrokers jumping out of windows when the market crashes easily idents the effects of Thunk on the human system. Its also the reason why blue chip executives die so quickly once they get a pension but we’ll speak on that elsewhen.

If you stood now with a brick in your hand and I said “Are you this?” you’d look, blink and think “Is he taking the whizz? Of course Im not the brick you pillock how can I be something I observe and can let go of if I wish?“. At which point Id grin and say “Exactly my friend, because, and here’s the rub, the secret sauce if you will”:

You can observe your thoughts and let go of them if you wish ergo you can’t be them and seeing as all your concepts of self are just mental Patterns and precepts you accept are solid as the bricks that are expertly designed to hem your awareness within then how can you be what you think?

Unless of course you just Thunk and by now we’ll both know who you are but at least now the Slaves have options because its a Game of three halves in this realm and its why you don’t know you don’t know that makes all the difference. Next time you catch your Self Thunking realize “I am the Witness” and drop the preformed brick of second hand concepts that Adulterate your awareness. Make this a habit and you’ll shift your wavelength, obtain a greater resonance and increase your vibration which is akin to having spent your entire existence listening to the song of your life on a noiZ filled AM set packed with static as you mangle the lyrics. Once you get the tunes on FM then you’re playing on another level because the next option is a disc so you pick what tunes spin but the most amazing effect is being able to stop and chill.

The Psylense. Can you hear it?

Till we meet again

The Cosmic Tapestry

Imagine for a moment an immense tapestry that is woven from countless threads. The entire thing is breathtaking complex and yet remarkably simple as well. At each point where the pieces meet they’re imbibed with a sense of “Me-ness” that looks at the hue, the location or distance as well as a great many other factors to define its presence. Time and again we observe the same links. Its quite rhythmic and almost hypnotic as we, from our lofty perspective, get to Witness the entire feature presentation. Not so for the strings as they’re caught up in the mix. The most ironic thing about the predicament is they see not the whole thing as its entirely invisible to them due to their pick and choose mode of perception that is based on heavily edited input thats accepted as gospel as they’re too busy trying to get ahead and forge new connections.

“Isn’t that amusing?” we think, as we take it all in. See, from our vantage it becomes Self evident that whatever auspices those below consider themselves to be laboring under do not truly exist because we see the whole thing. Thats right, even the moves they don’t know they haven’t made yet. Some try and swerve that way and this as they’re determined to lay their stitch in one certain position. Others loaf and chill before finding themselves inserted in a prime location. This is often to the chagrin of another that was campaigning with a sense of vision at what a life it would bring to the thread with grand dreams inside its head. We tune in, same time, different wavelength, and notice there is a curious reversal as the one that lived like a king is now back to loafing and the one who was previously putting all the effort in now has not only new strings to his bow but the rest actually bow to him as he’s the center of attention at this part of the message when, before, they walked past him on the pavement thinking he had nothing to offer them. Isn’t that interesting?

The Third Dimension is this tapestry. Seeing it as I just said offers one a very curious type of “Aha!” moment that is both exceedingly empowering as well as quite disheartening as it makes the maxim of “Can’t win, don’t try” ring in the ears of the easily defeated whilst there are those who comprehend that their life has a purpose and they’re here for a reason. Isn’t that interesting? It is to me.

The cosmic tapestry really is something. Obviously its a bit more complex than I said but the concept provides a pencil sketch outline of something whose physics are mind bending. I mean, it would be a fools errand to convey this state in text but if I were to make an attempt I’d say:

“Imagine a telescope which is inextricably linked to a microscope and the vision that pours in from a state of closed openness as they both look at opposites that are constantly in motion and perpetually interconnected is both your inner and outer realm at the exact same instance in the process of unfoldment that is as easy to miss as it is hard to comprehend” that would be quite accurate.

I’m sure you can see why I went with the tapestry instead because we can imagine looking down on a land that is flat as a sheet that seems to be one complete unit which is actually made up of countless other threads that have their own will and intent but are also entirely ignorant of the grander vision that we can see, in an instant, due to our higher state of perception.

Thats how it felt looking down on this realm during my near death experience and it took absolutely ages to be able to integrate this in a way that is evenly vaguely resonate with what I Witnessed in that immensely expanded state of awareness that was as familiar in its newness as the revelation that your brain doesn’t create consciousness, you are consciousness. In that respect its like a thread that wonders from what it was woven and then works backwards to the nature of silk as well as the entire creative process and so many other things that were almost invisible due to being taken for granted as part of their life unexamined.

Wouldn’t it be wild if that was actually happening at this moment to all us humans and we have far more in common with a childs ant farm on the windowsill that they intend to share at their science project? Once again, for some this is horrifying and quite dehumanizing to be addressed like this and others find it an amusing concept that they can neither truly affirm nor deny whilst in the enclave.

Sometimes one flies over the cuckoos nest and gets a sneak peak at the nature of this dimension though which we swim like fish surrounded by the seas of ignorance which we never question nor examine as they are essentials which support our awareness in the vessel which is tailored for the moment as we forge a narrative so cogent that it makes perfect sense with the story we roll with.

I’m not the first to see or think of these kinds of things. Its amazing how what was once common Knowledge can become so hidden and arcane that those who come face to face with the revelation are either left crazed or deemed insane due to their incessant babbling about thoughts and perceptions which are alien being implanted into their awareness. The rest of the strings don’t have the time nor compunction to think about these kind of things as they’re on a mission to get ahead. Or just chill. Whatever it is, they’re constantly doing it because if one were to ask these little threads of consciousness that are woven around their intelligence “What is the meaning of all of this?” I’m sure they’d happily regale their own quaint tales and traditions of wisdom they’ve accepted as the basis of their existence but with very little reality testing aka Doing the Knowledge.

The ones that did would often end up getting snipped because the micro/telescope action is a mathematical equation that is engineered with a scale of precision that truly is quite amazing. And yet thats only level because if we zoom in then we see everything is racing towards its death and dissolution. If this lower scale is viewed with a higher vibration we notice these opposing forces are pulsating. Its akin to the tapestry breathing out and in and the threads are entirely ignorant of this motion as they are likened to waves in the sea that think “This is all me” due to the principle of relativity and the ease of identification it brings when you’ve been trained to spend your entire lifetime viewing from one lens. If you hadn’t guessed the threads class their handful of points about what is going on around them as the equivalent of the telescope and, to them, its motion is so slow and immense in comparison to the hectic cross section of thread that exemplifies their inner realms filled with hopes and wishes of doing that and this.

Sometimes, every now and then, there is a random variable. It can’t be avoided and is actually part of the algorithm because the loose end that slips through the crack in the Matrix is too designed to a specification which is used to increase its refinement upon the next spin. Round and round, round we go. As pure as the driven snow and solid as the ice it begets that is then frozen into the image of man who is scared to death of melting as he knows not he’s not just the water that was once free falling but is that which once dwelled at a higher octave of resonance as a cloud that floats above all of this and takes in the family below on their camping trip as they spread out their blanket and proceed to sit.

Eternity in a moment and the same when flipped aka the telescope periscope effect which is akin to Hamlets Mill as its spits out the threads which are continually woven from your consciousness to create the illusion of being a thread that considers themselves separate from the creation when, in reality, its no such thing as all of this takes place inside your awareness. Contrast that to the image they sell of the large town in which you dwell, filled with people, that expands to the state, country, continent and the rest before pulling out from the planet to take in the rest of the cosmos and dimension.

Yes, my friend, all of this takes place inside your awareness. Thats the great secret and thus your strength. You, once upon a when, Knew the Ledge as it was standard equipment as you dwelled in Inner Sense but then the standardized tests and rote repetition did its thing as they filled your head with a load of that and this to disconnect you from your chest. That, in a nutshell, is the Warriors test and call to adventure because one who is willing to embrace the pain wins the Game we’re all playing by inserting our Souls as credits as the mill doth spin and keeps reeling them in for the human imperience of wearing flesh and the ignorance of Self it begets…

Till we meet again

If I Am Wrong

“What if you’re wrong?” said I.

“I don’t know” came my reply. “I could be. I do not discount the possibility because, at the end, all I am certain of is that I know nothing. The rest is a work in progress and every little step is up for interpretation as I’m nowhere near that arrogant to think that I’m the only one to have sussed the shadows depth whilst the rest are walking around with their head up their rear ends”.

“Thing is there is one point of which you can be certain”.

“Which is?”.

“That there is no limit to how stupid the crowd is. The individual has the potential to excel but is constantly being drawn in to a state of mass hypnosis and induced resonance with the norms of the era which tend to shift like the sands depending on who handles the gold and the rules they command. One thing they all have in common is they place their faith, their base and strength outside of themselves“.

“Yes, if anything of that I am certain is the main cause of the problem but thats the nature of the Opponent, yes? After all, he pretends he is them and they accept it”.

“Whereas we do not“.

“Nope. Not one bit. Its quite a slick trick but once you’ve sussed you can’t be the voice in your head when you’re actually that which listens the rest of the narrative starts unravelling”.

“Especially if you keep pulling at the string, without relent, and asking the questions most dare not imagine“.

“Isn’t that a sad state of affairs though? The sheer fact that not one person on the planet seems to notice or question the fact that children step into this realm, glowing, and filled to the brim with Inner Sense only to find that shine – without exception – starting to dim rapidly from the moment they hit six and onwards until there is little left of their true magnificence. Its like some hyperdimensional construct like a vampire of consciousness is syphoning off their true potential and placing them on a treadmill to create the illusion of progress“.

“There you go again. What if you’re wrong and there is another explanation? Actually, better yet, lets say you’re correct and it actually exists. Can you imagine? A force so well knit, so totally hidden and yet completely blatant with a type of tech so advanced it seems like magic. And you want to unfriend it? Are you stupid? Or just insane?”.

“That is a very valid point you raise because anyone with some sense would probably throw their lot in with Salem as he breaks em off a piece of the illicit trade that leaves them reeling. To go against the grain with a power that has, by your own stance, billions in its grip seems beyond reckless. Not to mention ignorant because I’m certain if you can intuit the sketch as you did then the next steps should be equally logical because if said force exists it needs to work under the cover of darkness and will do anything to prevent the gnosis of its awareness from infecting the denizens as that would, in effect, be akin to their spiritual immune systems awakening as they became lucid in the dream. Have you ever stopped to think of the implications? What if this is exactly how its all intended to be? Telescope/Microscope, ringing any bells?”.

“Yes, but by that facet then we are of the same thing. A string in the equation. An unbalanced variable”.

“Unhinged, maybe, to the uninitiated but, you’ve got to admit, the past few months have been crazy intense as its got to the point where brushes with death and its off brand equivalents have became so common that we’ve stopped counting the increments and just kept it moving”.

“I know, and yet the gifts have been equally immense when it comes to realization of the Self, yes?”.

“No doubt. That is beyond question as the bump in resolution from the moment we hopped on the jet to this period of pushing the pen is akin to a quantum leap in cognizance compared to what it was, back when. Even that was pretty amazing but this is just a whole nother level of consciousness”.

“And I couldn’t have done it without them. Class is always in session”.

“I know you say that but do you really afford them the respect that should go to one teaching you a lesson?”.

“That depends”.

“On what?”.

“The spirit and the letter. See, if someone wishes you death and you turn it into immortality via being Centered in Self and thinking like an alchemist who clicks there is nothing but energetics and all of the Game plays out inside his awareness one cannot discount the original intent, irrespective of what you made with it. If they sling hot coals with the intent to burn and you grab them, without flinch, to reveal diamonds then you appreciate the fact you’re shining but know this isn’t what they wished”.

“But what if it is? What if thats the greatest trick and you’re missing it?“.

“How? Pick any one from a string of the latest events that were designed to bring my life to an end if I hadn’t zigged when zaggin was earmarked. Would we be having this conversation? You’ve seen how they unleashed the demons and angels with dirty faces to play with our awareness, yes? How many failed the test and now, at this very moment, rest in mental asylums being tortured by Agents under the guise of medication when, in reality, the so called nutter sees the Game for what it is far more clearly than the well adjusted to such immense sickness”.

“There you go getting evangelical again. It smells like you’re on a divine mission you feel is heaven sent. But what if thats incorrect? What if its all supposed to be like this and you’re threatening to throw a wrench in a finely tuned engine that messes up everything else in a scale you can’t currently comprehend because you’re driven by vengeance you don’t want to admit as the white hot rage springs from the depths of the inner child they’ve been beating with big sticks, since back when, and you haven’t even scratched the surface of recapitulation and thus are akin to a chimp with an AK Forty Seven, in the metaphysical sense. Maybe it would be best to just shut it, sit back and chill”.

“What do you think we’ve been doing since they let the masks slip and dropped the act to spring up with some sex magick, drugs and hypnosis in order to change our wavelength? How much longer am I supposed to take it? Besides, its just jousting, in a sense, and its all fuel for the pen and, most important of all, what about those who are caught in the same web with little to no comprehension of whats happening as they sit in a padded cell being tortured by the physical manifestation of a hyper dimensional menace?”.

“Like the friend of ours who now wants you dead because he thinks you turned your back on him when he most needed help?”.

“That was the trap. A no win. You know this. If I’d stayed he’d have stabbed me in a fit of psychosis. If I left they use his awareness to send negative energetics in my direction which hopefully tip the scales of consciousness into an end they manifest based on the years of resonance of doing what we did, back when”.

“You’ve got to admit, it really is quite slick”.

“It is. I give them this and can see why so many bow and scrape for a crumb from the high table but how many of them click that without them – their awareness and presence – none of this exists. Thats what I’m banking on and it a hand thats all Aces because if it wasn’t true and didn’t wield influence we’d long be dead as they are nothing more and nothing less than figments of my imagination made manifest”.

“Once again, what if you’re wrong?“.

“OK, lets advocate the devil, in this occasion. If I am wrong then the worst that can happen is I live, die and come back again. Now, I will be the first to admit that is worse than any hell you can imagine which further amps the feeling I’m correct because we are, most certainly, in an illusion that feeds delusion and rewards the confusion it brings with a little medal on your chest and pat on the head”.

“Like the school system aka camps for concentration, yes?“.

“Yes, thats a huge part of the problem because people are taught what to Thunk under the guise of thinking. Its why the religion of science is at a point of crisis that will soon seen its pews vacated as people comprehend the quest for things like “Dark Matter” and the whole theoretical physics scam in which they pump millions into looking for that which doesn’t exist whilst calling consciousness the “Hard Problem” and going nowhere near it because therein lie all the answers. I’ll tell you right now, there are at least two speeds of light but only one speed of darkness aka Psylense. The universe is akin to a song, a harmonic creation, as its all about resonance. Of this I’m certain but people are invested in fairytales that were span in their heads along with the prestige and funding of tenured positions they don’t want to jinx and thus they keep coloring in between lines that are patently ridiculous in a huge Game of Simon Says…“.

“Sounding like you don’t have a doubt in your mind again. Just saying”.

“In this case I don’t. I really don’t. Look, you know fine well the under shell of all of this is a huge confidence trick. If they can take you ie pure consciousness that is eternal, a piece of the Prime, the pre-existing and convince it its human then erect loads of boundaries and divisions within the various layers of your awareness which are further fragmented by stress, duress and trauma which brings a state I call Adulteration then its obvious the hand that rocks the cradle has quite a strange intent for those playing its Games, yes? I simply choose not to engage in the charade and question the narrative as I juggle the pieces and rearrange them at will to see what fits best. Like I said, a work in progress. Thats all it is”.

“Then why not keep it your Self? We can keep the convo in our head, just like this script you’ve captured with the intent of sharing with the massives. After all, the latest warning spelt the web and a threat of death, yes?”.

“It gets stale after a while, doesn’t it? I don’t mean it as a diss as I know exactly how wicked they are capable of getting but we’re dealing with those that live and die by prophecy and when it happens like they don’t wish they think bricking up an entrance will change the result which is mighty ironic, if you think about it. Besides, I Know I’m immortal“.

“And yet, at this very moment, you’re stuck in their construction with the rules they set, yes? The balance of power is nowhere near tipped in our favor, is it? So why persist?”.

“Why not? Whats the alternative? If we put our head down they’ll still keep up the beatings on the metaphysical tip, yes? Remember? We reality tested this option, back when, and the outcome wasn’t pleasant at all. In many ways it all seems inevitable which is why I’ve said the “Choose Your Own Adventure” method seems to hit the nail on the head as the vast majority of the sketch is pre-prepped but, at critical junctures, one who Knows the Ledge can influence the progress via a shift of the wavelength and that keeps things fresh and interesting because, in the end, they’re just sending energy which – once stripped of intent – can be used how we wish ergo the present is a gift for one Centered in Self”.

“Hmm. I don’t know”.

“I don’t expect you to. You’re the part of me that is reffed in the flesh from the life we have lived and the tales in our head. Thats pretty much where your story begins and ends as an earthbound aspect that was wrought in illusion to believe something that doesn’t exist. Its like a dream with in a dream, in that sense”.

“Yeah, well. Thanks for the diss. Some top class people skills you’ve got there. All that time in isolation has done you wonders, I see”.

“Don’t get the hump, stop being a bish. You know I’m just calling it as it is because I tend not to varnish my words as its such a waste of effort and resonance when one can be direct”.

“But we don’t live in that world, don’t you get it? Now more than ever people are super sensitive and totally disconnected from their inner realms. I mean, how many of them do you think have vanquished the mind chatter that drains and stresses them in order to rebuild their eternal Eden where they can plant the seeds of gnosis in order to have conversations like this which are Self Constructive vs the Self Destruction they know best? And yet I think its ironic that this train of thought you’ve developed may just cause its own problems because if said forces of the Slave/Master movement have invested immense energetics to create the Valley of the Plebs then there must be a reason you haven’t clicked yet and it could actually be something amazing and so subtle that is nigh on essential at this stage of the Game”.

“Such as?”.

“Well I don’t know. What the hell? I’m just arguing the other hand but, well, let me think. OK, how about this. Lets pretend you had to kill a few hundred people to save a billion. Is that a fair exchange? What if thats what kicks? What if the System itself has gone feral and they’re actually noble knights on selfless missions of defense in which they pick and choose certain targets for an early death so the rest may live due to their offerings designed to keep the balance? Like a type of forfeit or scapegoat type example of ritual?”.

“Hmm. Interesting. OK, lets entertain this perspective in private as this is more than enough for the masses reading but I will say this. If that truly is the case then the first thing my intuition says is that, now more than ever, is the need for gnosis because if we’re trapped inside a construction thats been so corrupted that it needs to be handled like this the implications for the Souls people slot in like credits to wear the flesh in this Game we’re playing have obviously been raised to a scale so immense that it should be all hands on deck as people strive for Knowledge of Self as they are actually strolling around in a living hell that appears to be a heaven, yes? I mean, if we are pure consciousness, at beginning and end, then that which is consuming cannot be anything else than the Devil himself which means its a battle of those with a connection against those without who covet and the latter have the upper hand as they keep the formers truths hidden under veils of ignorance which pass on for generations as no one dares examine the program because the voice in their head that controls them won’t send that message as it steers their awareness anywhere but within”.

“It always comes back to that, doesn’t it?”.

“How do you think we met? Only when one hears the Psylense can they choose which elements of the noiZ they relink and, like you said, can you imagine the world if everyone else had convos like this in their head with such precise focus and the challenge of flex versus the outright chaos that, nine times out of ten, makes them feel bad about themselves or start stressing about illusions into which they invest their energetics as they seek solutions that won’t change a damn thing because of what they dare not address but of which we are speaking?”.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. I just wanted to say “What if you’re wrong?” to see if you’d considered the flip and this I see you did but lets continue this in private as this is more than enough to feed the 8% capable of awakening the Warrior within and doing similar things with their consciousness”.

“Yes”.

Till we meet again

“How Could You Betray Us?”

“How could you betray us?” he said with an impassioned tone that shook with rage. “You were the best, we all looked up to you and this, this is how you repaid our confidence?”.

The one he was yelling at sat quietly, taking it all in. In many ways he found the entire charade pathetic because the whole point of what they were trained in was the art of transcendence but he comprehended that theatre has its place when it comes to allowing man to vent his lower energetics so he let him continue with this trend. The others also joined in, feeling emboldened.

“Yeah, you rat fink snitch. This thing of ours is built on confidence and…”.

“A confidence trick” he gently corrected him. This was just the cue the third musketeer needed to leap from his pew in an attempt to get all in his grill. This bought a slight grin to the man in questions countenance as it betrayed his safety in numbers and “I’ll go along with the rest” mindset. Out of all he would be the last one to comprehend the rhyme and reason for his decision and thus there was no point engaging in this so he rose from his seat, held up his hand and said:

“Listen. There is a reason why I’m where I was and you aren’t, yet. When it happens, you’ll comprehend. Remember back when, before you were sworn in, and you the thought the world was one thing. Then you became aware of something that was previously occulted and the quest for knowledge became compulsive as a man needed answers. From one life to the next you kept weaving the sacred thread of gnosis until you could finally claim you were adept at the ins and outs of awareness, correct?

All through this deal there was a loud fealty that was uttered in secret under the threat of death and things most unpleasant. Omerta, they call it in some teams. Who cares, really? Its all the same deal from a rigged deck designed to keep people ignorant whilst thinking they progress. Let me ask you a question:

If the one who heads up the team says someone needs to be killed you’ll all leap over yourselves to drop him because of what it means to your standing in the clique, yes?”.

Some nodded their ascent, others kept an ice grill whilst a few remained at a distance as they’d learned to hedge their bets as you never could tell who would end up in the desert due to whatever someone else perceived as a failed test.

“Now, lets get metaphysical for a moment and pretend that this is your first hit. Remember the feeling of trepidation? The angst and tension that you really were going against the grain of your own better judgement and intuition? And yet on the other end of the scale was validation, acceptance and the treasures they promised. Same when it came to flooding the streets with heroin and the rest. Sure, some of us took to it like water and fish but others felt a slight tinge of regret but wondered “What will the others think?” and thus compromised something that should never, ever flex. This I now comprehend because the one who calls the shots never pulled the trigger nor did they arrange the communion in which whoever they wanted dead just vanished from the stage. Some of you have bloody mouths, you enjoy the thrill and the fact that its sanctioned by one you place higher than yourself means you can carry out the task with zeal. Like some holy mission. Ironic”.

He paused for effect and surveyed the luxurious room where they sat. He knew that many had already made up their minds in the sense that they’d been made up for them and they were perfectly content with what was said and had no need for the exposition as they secretly coveted his power and influence. Others could not make sense of his decisions. After all he was the first one to design a play or operation and more than willing to partake in the event as he believed in leading by example and not shooting from anothers hip. Some were indifferent. They had neither the nous nor talent to comprehend the depth of what was actually happening and had only joined up out of fear of loneliness and the desire to be wanted along with the power and influence it brings. Truthfully speaking they didn’t have a clue about much of what happened and happily played their positions whilst volunteering for nothing but never rejecting a mission should they be picked. For them the allure was the fact that the group protected them and indulged their whims whilst providing a sense of (false) self satisfaction when compared to the plebs. They were the most dangerous animals due to how little goes on with and their exceedingly black or white Thunking. Continuing he says:

“Lets pretend we’re common people who believe in the whole “Be good and go to heaven mindset” for a moment. Upon whose Soul do you think weighs all the death, pain and suffering you’ve dealt under the orders of someone else? The answer is obvious, yes? You. Its all yours. We may stand here, together, now but at the end its every Soul for his Self and when the feather on the scale presents its your heart that lives to tell, not the voice in your head which was, is and will be only of this realm. Thats the greatest trick. The scam of all scams and once you comprehend the depth you’ll know why I did what I did because its not for you. You all are so lost you believe the GPS thats made you drive off the cliff. You haven’t hit the bottom yet but it will kick in and when it does you’ll remember this topic because what comes next is the grand unveiling.

On the surface people Thunk we are respectable businessmen that do a lot of charity and this but the truth of the matter is we are among the most wicked that turn this place into a living hell. For what? The extraction of profit? Just last month we opened a home for abandoned children and victims of neglect that were promised a better life. That may be what the public sees but we know the last one we did was used for organ donations and various other types of extraction because who the hell was going to question if we said the poor kid got adopted? No one. Its our show and we say how it goes. Some rich alcoholic gets the spare parts he needed and we fool ourselves by saying we’ve balanced the equation because we opened a new operation that seems all good on the surface but is wicked as hell in its intention as we weigh these commodities as far less than human”.

He could see that a few were uncomfortable with these truths and the fact is he hadn’t even skimmed the surface when it came to their actions. Everyone in the room was fully in and thus had ascended the pyramid whilst the rest were fed scraps from the high table whilst being kept in the dark as they dreamed of access. They were the ones that were willing to do anything as they accepted the dictum that “Mess rolls down hill and tributes pour in. That is the way it is so do your bit and one day you’ll sit at the head”. Of course, they wouldn’t. Quiet as kept but it was a private thing that unfolded like a fractal as there were cells within cells and invisible divisions in which a group of lifelong friends could have cross allegiances but were programmed well to never tell or even consider questioning the narrative and overall intent of the forces beyond the veil that moved them like pawns in this realm.

“The jungle creed says the strongest feed on any prey it can and at every feast I was branded beast before I ever became a man. Do you know what this means? Have you ever stopped to think, privately, about this scheme and its whole deal that reveals bits and pieces of a thing which believe is ours, but it isn’t? We claim to be making things better but is that really whats happening? Sure they tell you that he deserves it and she received a karmic payment and the rest whilst we’re kept immune from the consequences of our apparently divinely sanctioned mission but what if thats the greatest trick? What if the fact that you keep spawning in optimized incarnations from one life to the next to pick up where you left is the extent of their powers because the day it comes to extend your awareness beyond the higher astral elements and etheric aspects as well you find there is a lock due to the litany of chains you’d been dragging but they’d wrapped in silk for sound deadening. I know you’ve all felt the weights, no matter how much you pretend you didn’t. Its why we enjoy each others company so much because we feel we can assuage our suffering by pretending we’re something else than angels with dirty faces that profit from misery.

Take him, for example, didn’t you just strong arm another brother out of his electrical business because you decided you wanted all of the profits? What did you say? Oh yes:

“What are you going to do about it?”. Why? Because you’ve got the weight and team and Thunk you can’t be beaten. Notice how nobody else said a thing as one of their own slinked off into the distance and secretly vowed revenge. Do you know whats going to happen? They’re going to stitch you up on your next incarnation and screw you from the moment you step in until you take you last breath and then again and again. How? Via the vows, via the vows to el, my friend. If you truly comprehend the nature of the web they sling and how complicit you are in the enSlavement of the rest you’d get it. But you won’t. Even if I spell it out. Look, it goes like this:

Imagine a nice town that is filled to the brim with everything you ever needed. The people are totally Self sufficient and live in what you could call a walled garden. One day a slick talking man pimps his way in and, slowly but surely, he makes his influence felt. He may invent things like money, even create a television set. Either way he reps a corrupting influence that intends to boil them like frogs in a kitchen. At first people will not even notice the difference as they’ll be glad of the innovation. Oh, by the way, the man is an immortal. Thats why he keeps vanishing and reappearing as one of his “descendants” when the truth of the matter is he has more in common with the vampire myth than something truly human. Now, after some time, this idyllic place has been turned on its head and feels like two steps from hell. I know what you’re Thunking:

“Why don’t the people within rebel?”.

Why would they? Each generation that grows steps in to a place where the temperature increased in increments and thus they get accustomed to it. Soon the old ways become legends of Eden and things folks can’t comprehend as now, by their sweat, do they earn their daily bread before going home and sitting in front of the set that tells lies to their vision about how they too can be happy and content if they buy that, this and this. All of which is owned by him. Obviously he needs helping hands to manage all of this and thus begins the recruitment. At first its presented as one thing but that is simply a front organization for testing because there is another layer and another hidden within. How do you progress? It all depends on corruption and how amenable you are to it. What does he promise in exchange for your loyalty? Why you can have what it was like before he stepped in and you also have free reign to indulge your wickedness as much as you wish as he’ll present that as salvation and the way that is correct.

I want you to realize the truth of what I said because, like it or not, you were born into it and accepted the deception to do what you knew was wrong but felt correct as everyone else in the echo chamber nodded their heads as they filled their opps with lead. Its a special kind of magick, you dig? One that is based on inversion, corruption and the desecration of free will. And yet, its legal. Except once in you can’t leave as they’ll ensure this will be a fate worse than death upon your next incarnation which then spirals you into further debt as your old friends turned Opponents whip your ass from one life to the next for daring to go against them when, in the end, you were only trying to help them see the true nature of the trick which holds them in their grip and turned a veritable garden of Eden into a living hell for the ignorant who accept, without question, the script that is handed to them and then live out its suggestions which are often to their detriment and, surprise, they’ll be billed for this as well. From one life to the next.

What would you do if you clicked? Would you felt you owed it to the rest to fill them in? Even if it meant they’d hate you for it because it wasn’t their true voice that was yelling but the puppet master who holds the strings that manipulated their consciousness? We are the ones who were betrayed, off rip, as we placed good faith in bad intent that presented lies as honest even though the truth is not in him whilst binding us with spells and rites that present obligation as liberation via the use of mind tricks, constant corruption and willful ignorance of what is truly happening. The problem is, when the Victim is challenged about his investment in the Opponents mindset he takes it as an insult to his lineage, his tradition and – most of all – his intelligence. Could you admit it? Even to your Self?

Do you get what I’ve said or am I singing to the deaf whilst dancing for the blind?“.

In response there was silence. What did he expect? These were men that needed a Master, a hierarchical pyramid that told them what to think, do and accept. This was, after all, standard practice that was wrapped up in more types of mumbo jumbo and ritual than you could imagine to hide, at its most basic, the sketch he said. What do you think happens next? Who knows, the story is a work in progress. As we all are, I guess. Better yet, what would you do in these fictional events of which any similarities to people and organizations, living or dead, are pure coincidence and any links you may draw to real world things must simply be products of your fevered imagination so don’t quote me, boy, as I ain’t said a thing.

Till we meet again

If You Thunk Like a Materialist, You Lost

Reality is a leading cause of stress in all those who accept it as they said. Meaning many things but chief among them is if you Thunk like a materialist, you lost. Its such a limited mindset that almost totally exorcises the Self and places loads of other things that exist within your awareness as separate and solid concepts that then need you to invest and thus you give them strength. See why dealing with this could cause an immense amount of stress? Your ignorance is their weapon, my friend. One that is currently in the hands of a very skilled Opponent that wants nothing less than for you to not comprehend the depth at which you currently dwell in comparison to your innate potential and natural resonance when not Adulterated. Let me back up a step:

Imagine a world filled with people who are nothing you expect. Take all those you’ve seen and known from this realm and defenestrate them. In their stead lets pretend alternate versions of them in which everything else is identical but they still possess that same spirit they did as a kid, back when. By that I mean they are open, free, singing, dancing, creative, intensely curious and very fond of playing as they create friendships real quick as they realize fun is abundant and only multiplies with interaction.

Obviously I said just one thing (and it is) but you can already comprehend that their entire world would be different as there is no way in hell these Souls would accept the shackles under which you currently tread, yes? If you Thunk like a materialist, you lost because that is just one of the tricks that turned you into something I’d guess is quite close to the wackest version of your Self. Why is this? Because they missed out the bits that said your awareness is a link to the all of everything that each religion is seeking any place but within. Can you see how the deception is all interlinked? Its a full spectrum attack using as many angles they can bring to bear upon the Witness present in your head.

For some all they need is a handful. For others, even less, as its like this scene from V which outlines the skeleton:

If you Thunk like a materialist, you lost. Why? They would live and die within the cell of the Mind Made Prison. Why? Because they prefer to subsist over exist as the former takes enough effort to ensure the latter never even enters their awareness. This is the psychosocial treadmill you’ve heard me mention that over 81% of the planet are currently two stepping. From one life to the next. So little they comprehend hence Know thy Self is the message. One worth investing in as it removes the world they pulled over your lids as you were entranced into a state of hypnosis since you opened the doors of this dimension and strolled in wearing the flesh you’d get to know well but barely comprehend the depths of the realm that is little more, and little less, than a hellish heaven for the spirit and, at best, a wild distraction from things so far out that to imagine them at depth may land you the the insane asylum or, best, the path to enlightenment which only comes from chasing your own darkness.

Can you hear how opposite that is to everything they programmed you with as well as the innate traits of the flesh which seek pleasure and comfort and ways of avoid stress?

See, the nature of the Game is this:

You’ve been gifted on the job training which is just what you need to break from the cell inside your head where the Adulterated aspect of Self dwells and is fully invested in the narrative that pip squeaks in a key that seems remarkably close to thee with its edicts. Strange, isn’t it, how few click that they can’t be what speaks if they actually are what listens. The Game of Souls has you, my friend. Problem is the (false) self same thing interprets the signals that bring the message of liberation to your nervous system as things that cause stress, fear and doubt which most are not keen on chasing. This is why the programming is so effective because people just don’t comprehend what they’re up against is literally what they Thunk is them. Its mind bogglingly slick and I can see why the waitlist for the Game is so big because once you’re in you keep on spinning as you automatically insert your Soul for another credit which gifts flesh wrapped around your unfinite sentience.

Inside here time is very different. For us it appears to be moving but when seen with a hyperdimensional lens its neither one or zero but like a glitch that flicks in the midst. This is why the ancients said that chasing perfection is a fools errand in this realm and there is no such thing as ten. Just a point nine that spins into the distance. Its also why you believe this inverted is the devil with his triple sixes as both have their own intent that hides the still point in the mid I call the Psylense that causes all to spin and is constant in each realm for you are it, in essence.

Grokking this whilst living is the way home from this realm otherwise its heaven sent as a living hell for those who dwell from one mindwipe life to the next as they swim in the seas of distraction then paddle to the pools of ignorance whilst remaining totally ignorant of the sharks that swim and take huge bites out of them, in the energetic sense.

If you Thunk like a materialist, you lost.

Without you, none of this exists. That is how powerful your awareness is. You are not the flesh nor the stories in your head. What you are is an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing, the perfect. Pure consciousness. Thats the trick. Thats the greatest trick the false god of this realm ever pulled and he achieved it by giving you his awareness that is filled with angst and dread at the thought of being uncovered and having nothing left to entertain himself with as he feasts on the negative emotions he elicits within his captives in order to sustain his disconnected existence that is forged in the fires of ignorance and fuelled by the blood of innocents.

Actually, are you familiar with the concepts of energy vampires and their sting? Many will attest, even staunch materialists, that some people or places have a bad vibe about them. Others will comment on a woman that seems to delight in draining them with her non stop complaints and whining that takes advantage of their politeness. Next time that happens just say “My ears hear good news only” whilst folding your hands over your abdomen and keeping your elbows tightly in with edges of feet touching. Watch what happens when she can’t get her fill and the mask of social veneer slips and reveals the beast within. Actually, this is an immense topic I’ll have to address at length because its one of those things that allowed many to realize the nature of the veil and how life takes place in their awareness which neither begins nor ends with their head.

The above can’t be thought, only felt and when it is you can’t help but weeping. Not just you and your tears unshed from back when your emotions were still Prime and direct before being suppressed and repressed by Adulterated parents but for the rest of this realm who perceive not the shadows depth and accept all of this mess as standard equipment from one life to the next…

Imagine, for a moment, you could become super rich, very attractive and extremely popular with the crowd that was in or – as an alternative – your life, as it is, would remain absolutely identical but you would rise from bed each AM feeling totally refreshed, perfectly replenished and exceedingly energetic. You know, like you did when you were a kid?

Which one would you pick?

Most under twenty six (aka the prelude to death or the last breaths of one soon to disconnect throughly from their Inner Sense) would say the money makes most sense but those who’ve been up and down the hill know that what glistens may not cause anything to shift within and with the former utility belt of Inner Sense back in action you could quickly whip up something the current world can’t imagine and exceed, in every sense, what the first taste could bring.

Thing is, in real life, how many could do this?

Not many would pick the advantage of good rest because they guess (incorrect) those other things would bring endless happiness. Why is this, I question? If you said because of a life of near constant brainwashing then you’d be correct because there is but a tiny percent that controls all in this realm and wield an immense influence over presidents and kings as well as billions of Slaves plugged in to the Game they’re all playing by inserting their Souls as credits.

“You mean like the Architect and the Agents of the Matrix?” they said, back when, as I outlined my suspicions of this realm to a random congregation.

“Yes but the fact that you have a filmic ref means that no imagination was needed as you were seeded by anothers impressions presented via motion picture influence which lures you into a state of hypnosis before lacing your subconscious with suggestions. Imagine if instead of a movie the Matrix was a book and an equally large smash hit as it presented something new and unexpected yet old as the hills but dressed in the new threads and symbols of the Game in which they lived but seen from another vantage. Can you imagine the amount of world building outside of a standardized flat plane with flickering images and pulsed wavelengths they would have to create in their heads? Consider this as the metaphysic equivalent of teaching a man to fish versus weaving a web of a Soul who died, lived again whilst feeding bread using the same symbols plus was born of a virgin which is the exact thing the stars above said but you’re too busy worshipping celebs to notice that who’s being crucified is your own divine awareness via the flesh and two thieves in your head were you trade your potential in exchange for the comfort of being told what to think in order to link with the rest that are almost entirely ignorant of their true power and position wearing flesh in this dimension that profits from their ignorance from one phase to the next which is wrapped around this realm like a toughened old callous designed to prevent higher consciousness from manifesting in this land of the living dead”.

“Woah” escaped their lips.

Till we meet again

Break the Pattern

In a sense you could say we are imprisoned in a work of art. You know thats true because you feel it in your heart. This is why you occasionally think “There must be more to life than this” as you go through the repetitive Pattern of your existence because, deep within, a part of you remembers when there were more options. Thing is who we Thunk we are is based on remembrance and as you progress along the way that which conflicts with how the Game would like you to be it is is gradually faded or totally edited from your awareness and all that is accessed from your databanks is what confirms your current bias and expectations. Its why winners win and losers whine… Walk with me:

Lets say something terrible happens to you in your childhood. A very traumatic event. At that point your awareness fragments and a part that knows the truth decides to step backwards whilst another projects to the future and takes with it your concept of Self. If someone were to point directly at the imperience you’d say:

“Shut up, what you’re saying makes no sense because I have no memory of those events ergo it never happened”.

In a more everyday frame of reference its why siblings who, once matured, sit and recollect childhood experiences will often find a wide variance as well as things at first glance they don’t fully or even partially recollect. Usually these conversations take place after a few drinks and start with a “Remember when?” as the night winds down but because the state of drinking releases tension bands and events that were suppressed can start to flow again. Interestingly the opposite is also true hence why those with traumatic pasts tend to drink to forget in order to prevent their recollections seeping in as they desperately need a vent and won’t be hidden underneath the veneer of self imposed ignorance. That is another tangent, we’ll consider as and when so for now back to the family reunion:

The siblings sit and kick it then one says this about that of which the other recollects something else. A third gets nothing at all and the reason for this is this forgetting accidentally on purpose that creates the thing we call persona which is actually a coping mechanism, par excellence, and way of avoiding what stressed us back when. There have been experiments that prove how much our memory does flex and the power of suggestion shows how easy it is to edit and therein lies an interesting truth because the past is always present as it influences our actions which in turn dictates the future we manifest. This is why being Centered in Self is so important for the Warrior in training as those blue and red shifts mean business as usual on the psychosocial treadmill for those plugged in.

The sad thing is most people wrote the script for themselves with limited information at around 8 years old and never decided to check in and see it it vibes with all the wisdom they’ve gained since. In effect they take the worst their parents gave them, all the pain that they felt and other modes of low vibrational thinking, stuck them in a box that they labeled “I am this” and dropped it the bottom of their awareness where it sits festering and occasionally unleashes a stench into their mode of living that makes them feel uncomfortable. Most would rather die than acknowledge this and its the root cause of what we call bad trips and what nearly every single form of therapy pays lip service toward but none come close to touching because the method is as intense as it is effective, in my imperience.

You can prove this easily to your Self.

Think of someone you detest for reasons that make little to no sense. Meaning they haven’t attempted to orchestrate your death, poison your pet or mangle you through the divorce courts and won’t let you see your children. Those events, for obvious reasons, are built on other feelings. Instead consider those irrational ones with no rhyme or reason because those hold the key to unlocking a deeper meaning of what we say when we exclaim “Me” because if who you Thunk you are is the lock then imagination is the key you need to twist to become free as all external things are projections from within in this realm because consciousness is all there is and you are this. For fun I’d like you to pick one of these people and instead of thinking bad things why not pay them some sincere compliments inside your head and generally address them as if they were the best thing that ever happened and mean it. See what kicks and notice the crunchy resonance within and any other shifts that may manifest as you progress doing the opposite of what you did when totally at the behest of that voice in your head…

You’ll see why the land of pretend (aka “Pre ten dimensions”) is destroyed fiercely and quickly so rarely survives into the minds of teens as it paints inside and outside of the lines, freely, and that is a threat to those who’d make the mind a machine as that is what they need for you to engage in the chicanery they present as the only way to be as even a fool can see that the special blend of conceit, foolishness and self deceit that forms the bedrocks of most peoples personalities is an assured recipe for misery. But this is what they mean when they say the devil you know is better company because as long as he sits in your head and speaks even if a true to life angelic being were to materialize and say “Come with me if you want to live” you’d take it as a death threat because, to the Opponent within, it is.

Lets trace back a few steps:

The siblings are speaking over their long weekend at which they had a family reunion and in the midst of the grieving they stroll through their memories seeking some solace in reflecting the nature of a path well beaten only to find discrepancies that may or may not drive them crazy as some will ignore, quick, that which doesn’t fit within their narratives as they think “Nope, don’t need the stress have plenty as it is” whilst others will feel the edge of the splinter they sensed long buried in their awareness that they could never previously grip and will eagerly dive in because anything is better than living with it and the discomfort it brings. Example:

Their parents broke up when one child was ten and the other was just about to hit six. There are evidently two different levels of awareness at play as well as two totally different ways to relate what it means and the implications which shape their own private fate. The six year old takes it hard and her heart bears the scar which is why she secretly detests those partners who will mimic the same interactions (after she’s attracted them) so she can then leave and blame them as, on the flip, she moans the death of good men and why she can never find them. There are, of course, countless and she summarily rejects them when they advance as they don’t fit the roles she has placed in her head as the concept of happy endings isn’t something she Thunks exists and by avoiding this possibility she prevents access to the recollection of the event which fractured her awareness as it developed.

Her sibling on the other hand was quite a world wise ten and had seen the writing on the wall way before the proceedings and had built his script and world view before realizing his parents felt an abyss where affection should be present. Conversely, he got married quickly as he fell in lxve with a girl very pleasant and together they raised children who were adored by their grandparents.

Side note, the reason why that one generation skipped makes all the difference is because your parents poured the worst of themselves into your developing minds as kids and saw the effects reflected back at themselves on a subconscious level. Its also why you swore when small “When I grow up I’m never going to be like them” and yet you did as you gradually morphed into them thanks to a script written in the hand of a little kid that you still live due to their influence. By the time they’re older and more wrinkled a general dissipation kicks in as well as the thrill of Witnessing an untainted reflection of themselves so they are way more indulgent and permissive which forms much deeper connections with them than they generally do with their own kids as they were too busy running the psychosocial treadmill to pay proper attention, back when. There is also another aspect of frequencies and resonance and why other peoples parents are much cooler with their kids friends than their own but this is something we’ll examine as we progress into what it means to live in the Game of Souls where wisdom is the label on the cup that contains the potion of ignorance but you never learned to check what they presented as the man behind the curtain did his best to remain hidden hence the Game of three halves you’ve heard me mention as its what you don’t know you don’t know (and thus never suspected exists) that is the key to the riddle of living, wearing flesh, walking around a planet.

Its a dangerous trip coming to this world and the depths of a three dimensional prison as it works on the basis that you forget everything and open your Self up to the influence of those who may or may not have your best interests at heart, as you’ll Witness. Actually, lets diverge for a moment from the main thread to speak on this:

The links and resonance you place so much stock in like siblings, parents etc.. are all earthbound and thus, in the end, total illusions and fabrications. A wise man once said that not everyone you fight is a foe. Just like not everyone who helps and assists is a friend. This is a really, really deep topic and its one that you meet around half way up the peak when you start Doing the Knowledge as the nature of DNA Commands and the rest start to become Self evident. Before you get here you’ll have usually started stripping away the stories you used to believe in a way that is similar to scraping the paint of your persona off a canvas and then reverse engineering this to the tree of wisdom it once was in a forest of magnificence before taking it to the next level and realizing you are none of this but that subtle force within I call Inner Sense that teaches birds how to fly, fish how to swim and underpins everything like silence holds songs within its grip and makes them possible. Back to the thread:

“You’ve got a great life, look at me I’ve got nothing” she says to her brother as they sit and sip after the funeral service.

“Why can’t I find a man like Dad, you know he was perfect”.

“Really? Thats what you think? He would cheat with everyone and anything, nailing whatever was moving. Why do you think the fish stopped swimming when in his presence?“.

“No, he wasn’t like that. It was Mum, she was a nagging bish. So glad I’m not like her in that respect”.

Side note, all of the men she broke up with cheated on her because, surprise surprise, she always accused them of staring at someone else and thinking about how she’d look undressed as well as all forms of suspiciousness which (in her head) justified her actions and squarely placed the blame on them whilst keeping the evangelized image of her Dad in her head safe in its glass house built by the architects Hope & Wish. And now into this her brother comes juggling stones of memories she can’t recall and a sense of petrifaction kicks in because her identify is at threat and with it her motivation for action as the part which was regressed stirs from its long enforced rest and starts bringing up things she’d rather forget. Like the argument about lipstick she overhead one night which pushed him to edge of his tether and he screamed:

“Because she’s not a stone cold bish and actually gives up some affection when its for you I slave all day to provide a home and keep the kids fed but you can’t even do this as microwaving meals are where your skills begin and end. We never should have got married and that is my greatest regret”.

The words were seared in her head due to sheer level of emotion this man of restraint was showing as she was tucked in her bed, supposed to be dozing. Below the argument went on and she could not make sense of the emotions she was feeling, nor what they meant, so her brain saved her from the threat and used them as the basis of her script:

“Men aren’t what they pretend” as the image in her head of her parent was her all and everything so, in order to keep this safe, that which contradicts was buried deep within and yet it still exists as it poisoned the root of all her relationships as she now sits and recollects with her brother after a few drinks:

“Do you remember that night just before they split when they had a blazing row about the collar and lipstick?”.

“Mum never wore makeup, she said its a whores trick to fool stupid men” said sis with her barely there cosmetics applied as the merest hint to accent her naturally beautiful presence. Once again, another piece of the script that was back then writ when her heart was open to impressions and took them all in without stopping to think as that faculty hadn’t developed yet. Upon the ashes of Inner Sense do we build our temple to the Adulterated (false) self where most daily worship and pay their penance whilst gaining a life they never wanted…

“Exactly, thats the point. It wasn’t hers and he was too slick not to do it on purpose. He wanted her to see that other women wanted him because she thought she was gods gift and always rode him about that and this. “Why do you drink so much?”, “Lets watch something else, this show is boring”, “Go and empty the bins this instant” and all that nagging of which I got my share as well because, in effect, I was a surrogate him when it suits as well as a shining angel when she needed something. She was very narcissistic in her thinking and could flip at a whim the role she had in her head whilst fully believing it in the moment”.

“Thats why you shrink heads for living” she says “because you’re mad yourself and this lets you hide and pretend that you help nutcases when its not about them but trying to make sense of the weirdness within”.

“And what does that make you, little sis?” he says with a smirk as he raises the glass to his lips “After all I could do a whole psychological field trip on the life you’re living and yes, I did it to get a grip on the madness we were raised in with two parents who evidently hated not just each other but themselves. You never got to see the depth because he doted on you as someone he could give the affection his wife would reject whilst me he gave life lessons about how to pick the best and the nature of regret and all these other things that were, quite frankly way above and beyond the station of my developing consciousness at the time but gratefully accepted, either way. That kind of insight he’d never bring to your ears because he wanted to keep you pristine and not extend her image into your head and yet…”.

“What? Go on say it, I’m listening” her tongue loosened by the drink but also genuinely wishing to hear a critique of herself from one who knows her well and obviously works with different pieces of the same puzzling messages she got from existence.

“Well look, how are you and Mum any different?”.

“What? I’m nothing like that bish! She was totally self centered and always harping on about that and this. Nothing he did was ever good enough and get this-“.

“Wait a sec, isn’t that the exact same thing you’ve said about all the men you’ve been with then broke up, sooner or later – “he just wasn’t who I hoped within” – Can’t you see this? The Pattern thats working?“.

“Of course not, thats different. First of all, not all of them were cheating. Some just wanted me for my looks and I knew I could do better than them, others had no depth, one wouldn’t settle for what I could give, there were loads of reasons. Don’t try and con me with your psychological BS as you write off my life as a constant repetition of the same mistakes. Its not that simple”

“And yet in the midst of all these no good men sits my little sis. Single till the end. What does that tell you because when a finger is pointing out there are three facing within”. she glares at him and takes an aggressive drink as she feels her defenses raising and an internal army bristling for a fight:

“How dare he” she thinks, thanks to the voice in her head. “Just because his life turned out perfect and he married that doormat bish who is super basic and does everything he says whilst worshipping the ground upon which he’s walking”. “We all know you’re scared of strong women because you’re not one tenth the man your father was and is. Even dead his shadow still looms over your meagre accomplishments so don’t tell what I know about the weak men this world seems to bring to my doorstep to profess their endless lxve when I at least have played the field. you got on your knees for a woman you met whilst studying your GCSEs. A pair of victory Vs that know nothing else but each other. Please, you think thats real? Its just another form of deceit because you control her everything, her entire identity is tied up in fulfilling your needs. Mum would never have…”

“And yet if she had a little bit maybe Dad would’ve been happy, see what I mean?”.

“He’s got a point” she thinks as the drink makes her vision blurry, she thinks about all the fights shes had herself because she refused to concede on a tiny point with her lxvers and then smiled over her pyrrhic victories.

“Why do you think she was like that? I cant believe I’m going to be an old lady with cats when men used to fawn over me but who can defeat father time when it comes to age and beauty?“. He ignores the compliment fishing as he ‘s familiar with the narcissist needs which is one of the reasons why they’d barely spoken for ages. He knows fine well their mother planted seeds on how to be in her mind and she follows the script to a T. Its why he thanks his lucky stars for the fact he got to meet a girl so demure, feminine and sweet who may not have seemed so pretty on the outside but internally filled him with glee and she was head over heels and could barely believe that:

“The captain of the football team picked me? Me? Can you believe it Mummy?” she said, privately, to her mother who replied:

“You’ve got a good man so keep him happy, its quite easy really” and went on to reinforce the lessons she’d learned herself from her own mother previously.

See these things are generational until one wakes up to perceive the nature of programming and this usually takes a raw deal in which consecutive spins of the wheel relieve you of your currency whilst those with a couple of pennies come up and win a jackpot then leave with smiles on their face, songs in their heart and the lxve of the life walking happily beside them as they say “We’re so lucky”.

They sit there silently, each caught up deep in what the other says and how it feels. She starts to see the Pattern her mother imprinted deep and how it repeats as those same fateful screams she heard that night play out as new scenes with different men and yet its her who stands there, the only source of constancy and simultaneously the point of origin of all her misery. Her heart is beating ferociously and she starts to feel queasy, blaming it on the drink. She makes an excuse to leave and then drifts off to a restless sleep filled with extra vivid dreams as something that once slumbered within has risen and wants to speak to a part of her which says “Nein” and wishes to override its decree purely by the authority of primacy as that is whom she identifies as “Me” and discards the other aspect even though its the one which holds all the power in the deal and its what made her feel tingly when she met all these bad men for all the wrong reasons and why the good choices turned her off and she almost gets what went wrong. To admit that to Self is a fate worse than death and she can’t have this and so rises with a sore head and changes not a thing as she comes down to breakfast.

“Good morning sleepyhead” her sister in law says “I’ve made you breakfast, you two certainly can handle your drink” as she looks at her with a grin.

“I really can’t hate her” she thinks “Look at her, she is, in a way, perfect”. She compares herself and then looks at him as he sits, primed like a king surveying his kingdom. “She lifts him up and in turn he helps her ascend“. But she, herself, refused to submit to any man as she sensed weakness within and the one who wasn’t phased by her looks and had other options wouldn’t deign to settle, no matter how much she dropped hints. “Lets just keep it casual, yes? I’m not into relationships” he said and that made her want him so much more as she adored his independence and total indifference to her attempts at manipulation. What she didn’t know was he filled the idealized image she’d built in her head of her Dad where he didn’t hide his indiscretions, instead he owned them and said:

“This is it. Either you take it or I’m leaving” and that filled her with a sense of respect. Up until he left with a “You’ve got too much baggage, go and get your head checked. All the best, pet” and was gone with the wind.

“Penny for your thoughts” says her sis in law as she jolts back to the table and thinks quick:

“Oh, my head is banging. Do you have any pills and a drink of water as I can’t eat a thing yet”.

“Sure” she says and excuses herself to the medicine cabinet.

She looks over at her brother and says “Do you really think I’m a mess?“. He wants to say yes because the truth is she is but he also knows she is prideful with more than a streak for vengeance as evidenced by the destruction she wreaks when men have left and instead chooses his words as he says:

“You just have high standards and refuse to accept second best”.

“I know, I just want an equal so we both get each other. Is that too much to expect”.

“You know, there is a guy who has just started at the office” his brothers wife says as she hands her the pills and some water to drink “and I think you two would be perfect. He’s such a dish and has just moved to this part of the country after a bad breakup, apparently his wife cheated on him because his kid was born with caramel skin and curly hair, just like his best friend. He’s still a bit raw and thinking of going to counseling as he was asking me at the office about my husband and if he could help but I think in this case you’d be the better sibling as he needs emotion not intellect and you’ve got a good heart in your chest, shall I give him your number and we can see what happens?”

The brother sits in wonder at his wifes elegant finesse and how deftly she appealed to all his sisters defenses as well as her impeccable timing and how, on some level, this may be perfect as his sis can now flip the cheaters dynamic from that which ends her relationships to that which starts it instead and where she is painted as perfect by one who’ll idolize her presence not only as revenge on the treachery of those who were close to him as he evidently trades up in the marketplace and she escapes the fate of spending the rest of her life with cats to numb the pain of being single at an old age and thus both will work to keep what they would have discounted previously as they are forced to break the Patterns they’d built previously but, in reality only invert them and thus free by creating the opportunity to think differently.

When you get down to it the vast majority of people in life are living variations on these scripts I’ve called Patterns and they are so common that most simply cannot imagine life without them and thus when they meet someone who is really real they tend to either reel or get drawn in so quick that the “If I can’t have him no one will!” mindset kicks in. I guess you could say thats one of the downsides of being filled with Inner Sense in a world filled with Adulteration but it could also, just as equally, be an elaborate coping mech designed to hide another Pattern as they are, by their very nature, invisible to the one who lives carefully coloring in within the lines they set, back when, as they dress the skeleton of the past with threads of the present hence the sound of one hand clapping is that of silence but, to the wise, this becomes Psylense as they grasp the greater image and it hints about being born perfect in an imperfect realm and how its a fools errand to chase anything as it all takes place inside your awareness as you are the only Soul playing the Game but that, itself, is something that comes a little further up the mountain of Self actualization which is why I’ve said, time and again, that only 8% of the world is truly capable of decoding what I’m transmitting but you’re all welcome as you never know until you reality test.

Break the Pattern.

Till we meet again

If You Are Lonely

I can be by my Self and injoi the company but I know there are many, especially in this digital age, that do not feel the same. Today, I push the pen for you:

Was it always like this or did you, once upon a when, have an active social circle? If it is the former and you don’t like it I’d highly suggest you memorize this:

When you change what you control, what controls you must shift.

This, my friend, is the principle of correspondence, in full effect. Dice life is a great way of bringing in the changes and its super fun as well. Check the article and see what happens but, in general, I’d recommend removing the crutches to which you’ve became accustomed in order to allow further options in. Deal with the stagnation by learning something else and developing your interests. Its amazing what can happen that brings you out of your shell and off the psychosocial treadmill for the spiral is but a vicious circle, set free. Keep this in mind and ye shall change your life, of this I’m certain.

If you are lonely now but once upon a when had a thriving social circle from who, for whatever reason, you grew distant its usually for one of three reasons:

First, those we begin the journey with aren’t often the same we end up with because we all evolve at a different pace. Now, granted, there are some people are quite content with plodding along at the same pace as the rest as they zone out in front of the TV set and mindlessly browse the web and share memes with their friends. They are surface dwellers, the 81%, and if you were one of them you wouldn’t be reading my articles. Those who started the trip with you and are now distant often are for good reasons because birds of a feather flock together and the potential for shift in resonance is what caused the split. Embrace it. Don’t chase what left, unwrap the gift of the present instead and use that time to develop your Self.

How does one do this? A million and one ways. That is why I’ve said you create the path by walking it but, in general, I’d recommend drawing up a list of what scares, what you wish and anything else that interests then set about reality testing to see how the situations fit. You, very often, end up finding your tribe this way and set off a string of goinseedenses that leave you grinning, in retrospect.

Second, once upon a when it was all good. Then it wasn’t. In this case it might be you that caused the rifts, shifts and problems. Maybe you said “No” to one too many invitations? Got a little too drunk, too often and made a rear end of your Self? Heck, it could be something as basic as letting your personal hygiene slip at the end of a bad relationship split that made your friends feel like you weren’t worth the effort. Whatever it was, be honest. Realize you are the problem and get to fixing it. There are plenty of things online these days that allow folks to link and meet up etc… so check one of them. If you still have a friend left from the original circle ask them to be totally honest and direct as you take in their vision. This alone is worth a billion fakers as the realness is priceless.

The third option is very interesting and that is they were never your friends in the first place. Now, in my case, they were present to ensure I misspent my attention and resources and invested in becoming the wackest version of my Self as they were, quite literally, agents of the Matrix who had their own little mission. If you’d asked me, back when before my brush with death, I’d have said:

“I spend quite a lot of time with this clique because they get what I kick”.

Except they didn’t. Not one bit as they had their own agenda and reasons for being present. But, that was my script. Yours may not be that dramatic but I’ve seen similar things, now and then, like the girl who should have been a vet or one who had spiritual talents and potential but kept on getting wrecked via pills and intoxicants due to her false friend. There are loads and loads like this and it all comes back to energetics mixed in with the fact you’ve never met a stranger so, sometimes, when the split kicks its only to create a space within which you can develop your Self so look at it from a new lens as its not a loss but a gift as it often marks a period of transition which shifts you from one groove in the record to the next which, hopefully, is of a higher octave.

Thing is the world keeps this stuff – that I call practical metaphysics – well hidden. The simple fact of the matter is that most people are quite discontent but scared to death of changing anything ergo they are well adjusted to mass social sickness that they daren’t question. How insane is this? What I’m saying is these time for quiet reflection can become quite a boon, if one chooses to invest well. For me these things happen quite regularly as periods come when I move some place, get plugged in to the circuit, do my thing and then vanish. Like the littlest hobo, there’s a voice that keeps on calling me. Down the road, is where I’ll always be. Every stop I make, I make a new friend. Can’t stay for long, just turn around and I’m gone again.

Who knows? Maybe tomorrow I’ll want to settle down but, for now, that ain’t how its going down so I speak what I live ergo it is what it is. The ultimate aspect to all of this is:

Learn how to befriend your Self. I mean that in the unconditional sense. I spend quite a lot of time in quiet introspection and its been a habit thats served me, real well, and quite possibly saved me from some bad outcomes and ill intent as when one is spiritually fluid its akin to the difference between a supple tree that weathers the storm with flex versus the one that is shook to its depths then snaps due to stress. The trick is to reframe what you see and realize you aren’t the voice in your head nor the sensations under this or even the DNA commands at a further depth. You are far more subtle and much more powerful:

Inner Sense aka the Witness in the flesh. Maybe that is the reason your attention was called within? Like the example of the nearly rich gent that once was a poor kid and how his depression was a huge coping mech that lead to him living in a mess before, like a true alchemist, flipping it all around and becoming the Quetzalcoatl Kid who set off in search of adventure that called him.

In many ways life presents gifts but most are so far from being Centered in Self that they know not how to interpret the signals due to immense alienation due to the vagaries of the System that installed a faulty operating system in their head, back when. Loads will pop pills, drink in the AM or create a fake life online to front to the rest like true Chapstick thespians whose surface glistens with an amazing performance designed to hide their parched nature within. Even from themselves. Thats whats so wild about it and why those who are OTT with type of flex are often the most disconnected from their true feelings and tend to call into resonance those just like them.

“You know, you’re as smooth as a brick” she said as she looked up with a face that was stuck in gear it didn’t know exists.

“How the hell did you break me down with a quick observation that demolished the barriers I’d erected, so well?“. The rest of that convo is in the article linked but, in a nutshell, sometimes you can have a phone with a thousand unread notifications, a schedule thats packed to the gills and all the trappings of success but, like Midas, none of it actually gets past your lips to digest. Stranger still is there are plenty like this that will rail against the truth when it presents as their coping mechs will not allow them to acknowledge the real when it spills from the lips of a figment of their imagination. But, thats a deeper topic. This was just a quick blip that came, this instant, as I felt there was someone, out there, stuck in the web, that needed to hear this. Let me empty the clip with some inspiration before I dip:

Take a stock of your life. See how it ended up like this. Write down your strengths and weaknesses. What you can do well without thinking or training and what you wish you could accomplish. Imagine the the optimal, ultimate version of your Self and then step into the image. Maybe write that one the dice you roll, some time, as you role play to perfection. Change how you dress. Invest in a fragrance – scent is so powerful that most neglect it power to mood shift. Lie on the bed and kick and scream for forty five minutes. It may seem strange at first but when that etheric vomit kicks in and the brain relinquishes control of the flesh the spiritual shall come pouring. What else? Oh yes:

Speak to the child within. Thats a great starter for ten. Try bouncing on your feet with whole body vibration for as long as you can handle then standing perfectly still without moving a muscle for the exact same period. Lie on the floor and breath into your abdomen so your kidneys feel the press whilst keeping your legs bent and neck relaxed as you pretend to be a security guard on your nose that checks the quality and temperature of the breath as it slides, out and in, with no resistance as you expand your awareness to keep track of the belly, nostrils and throat as well – all in the same instance – until it becomes effortless. The air should naturally pour in and out itself with no effort or stress needed.

There, that should do it. Try and aim for forty five minutes and then the same, lying, in silence with legs stretched, palms facing the ceiling (with closed lids), as you allow your Self to melt into the state you just created. Notice your awareness and the shifts within. To the Soul that called out, I heard you on FM. Here’s the help you requested on your divine mission in the flesh. All the best.

Till we meet again

Eight Signs You May Be a Warrior

I know the term Warrior may sound all dramatic and great when it comes to describing the 8% who have the potential to beat the Game but it really isn’t all that nice when you get down to the hows and whys of what makes us this way. What follows is a list of the 8 most common signs I’ve noticed across various Souls that were born to carry this mantle as well parts of their life imperience that may be helpful in assisting you Know the Ledge of your true potent:

Number one, if you were advanced for your age that is a surefire way of telling if you’re gonna go against the grain and reject the Game via the programming the System will invariably wave in front of your face whilst developing. This can mean you’re either born premature and literally fighting against the odds since you first stepped in or it can mean your intellect was way ahead of your peers. This, in itself, can manifest in two differing facets as some I met were classed as dumb (actually dyslexic which is a hemisphere thing as it relates to their internal wiring) and or placed on medication because they were seen as disruptive whereas others were labelled problem children due to their immense boredom with the school System and constantly being handed out some type of punishment that made no difference to their overall actions so they’d habitually line step to get a reaction for the amusement it brings. This ties in nicely to point two:

If you were, and still are, a rebel without a pause then congratulate your Self as you may just have found the cause in this text that aims to enlighten. Warriors tend to be a law unto themselves as they see the Game is rigged and know good guys only win in the flicks as they intuit something is very wrong with all of this. There is a frequent lack of respect for authority outside of themselves or general apprehension for what many accept without question. Its not a one and done thing as they often come to this realization via the childhood they’ve lead as the next few steps will draw to your attention:

Warriors are often the black sheep of the family. If there are siblings then the whole golden child/divide and conquer method will be in full effect where everything you do is incorrect whereas the rest are perfect. If you flew solo you may encounter the variation of a hyper critical parent where nothing you did was up to par and constant criticism was the way you were razed. That isn’t a spelling mistake. Now, this aspect is the one I’ve seen the most variance in because it can manifest as blatant, straight up hatred where one or both parents just said “I wish you were never born” and such things as well as the more subtle dance of the narcissist that uses double binds to make you a constant source of supply for them as well as the latch key kid that went to school with it hanging round his neck on a piece of string then stood on a stool with a pan full of hot oil frying chips before taking himself to bed and getting up in the AM to do it all again. Emotional blackmail is common as well as all types of manipulation. In one example there was a guy with lots of talent who came from an immense brood in which the rest were all well settled but his mother was hell bent on using him as a live in manservant until the end of her days via a constant barrage of guilt trips and psychosomatic ills that perpetually called for his attention and assistance as she forcefully stunted his development to cater to her whims.

As you can probably imagine all of these factors combine to create a special type of mess in their heads and, very often, they never tell a Soul about it as they were raised to keep it secret via various admonishments and threats to which they became accustomed. In the case of the narcissist, who projects a perfect image, even if they said a thing people would think they flipped their lid as its so at odds with what they expect from the carefully orchestrated scenes and comments that have been presented to their awareness by said parent who then weeps “He’s so ungrateful. After all I’ve done for him” and lays it on, extra thick, to extract more energetics via their performance to her captive audience who don’t suspect a thing and keep buying in to her narrative.

In that respect there is something in common with the Slave mindset except its far more insidious and deeply personal as wounded Warriors are maladapted to their immediate environment as a means of survival via individualized programs whereas the 81% have more generic Patterns installed in their internal OS that at least provide the comfort of meeting others like them on the reg as hyper-normalization does its thing. The former never question this. The latter thinks about it all the time as they just don’t fit into the world as it is and set about carving out a niche or turning further and further upon themselves in order to become nearly invisible from what they feel is a hostile environment. Both miss that still point in the Center where the Self exists in the present moment and that is truly what the entire world is craving.

More often than not there is a background of less that runs like a common thread. Usually this is linked to wealth as being born into poverty is common but I have seen examples of straight up emotional neglect like, for example, being raised without a hug, ever. Man, that ones internal maps were such a mess as there were fundamental aspects missing from her emotional lexicon that meant certain connections were just off limits as they had never developed, chief among which was Self acceptance and validation. This lead to an icy presence and general sense of aloofness that masked an immense tenderness and bountiful affection that couldn’t find a way to express itself and was an huge cause of frustration for the Soul living out this particular life sentence before we met. On the flip the lack of riches can lead to one getting picked on at school because of how they dress or feel an immense need to get ahead which often leads to imposter syndrome when they make it as there are a few Warriors out there that attempt to fit in and hide their potential as they don’t know what to do with it but desperately crave success in the hopes it will change what they feel within. Conversely there are plenty that are strung out addicts, constant procrastinators and a few in mental asylums as well. Once you spot the overall Pattern it makes a lot of sense as the next step highlights well:

Maladaptive behaviors. Drugs, alcohol and violence are the most common along with procrastination but I’ve also seen the constant need for over achievement or validation from one they’ve made a surrogate parent or such things. Over religiosity, for example. In that case there was a hidden Warrior filled with various coping mechs they’d never truly examined until they got to the point of bursting and that was when we met and they sighed with relief as they finally realized they weren’t insane as “All of my life I’ve felt like a triangular peg shaped like a pyramid that fits perfectly in the box of appearances but when I look around there are obviously parts missing as I’m perched on the narrow end, trying desperately to keep it all balanced so I spent my whole life praying hoping others don’t spot my weakness as I pretend to be like them”. Excessive sex – either with anyone they can get or constant masturbation – is very common as that works to release built up stress from the nervous system as well as various indulgences in all types of illicit substances in order to take off the edge. Done to excess these can lead one to end up in mental asylum where the drugs don’t work but certainly make you worse as they inject a depot in your rear end that will have you drooling and incoherent. As intended. There is often a common lament of “Have you seen my childhood?” in those I’ve met hence the previous steps mentioned as huge chunks of what most think of as standard formative events and nurturing were either missing or grossly distorted in their imperience. Sexual abuse was present in a few of them and that ranged from it being an in house thing to a one off event. Some knew about it and when they complained they were beaten for telling fibs and sent right back again for another helping by parents who couldn’t care less but most had the memories deeply suppressed in the recesses of their mind which was yelling for attention via the above detailed coping mechs. There is, I’ve noticed, a multi-generational aspect to this in most cases which is worthy of consideration. Next we have one that I could fill a book with examples:

Strange things happen around you. If you know, you know as the range is unfinite. I’ve heard tales from people who can see the dead as well the subtle energetics of those in the flesh along with those who just happened to be in the right place at the right time that led to fortuitous events, not to mention, the ones who possess what can only be called a sixth sense and/or guardian angels as they duck and dodge of string of events that seemed hell bent on bringing their adventure in the flesh to an end as they zig where the rest were zaggin as well as examples not quite as dramatic but most certainly enigmatic. Random streaks of luck where life just seems to line up correct (this is how quite a few of them met), various syncs that appear to be saturated in significance and feel like mainlining the secret truth of the universe in one hit as well as walking away from people or places they usually frequent where something bad goes onto happen that those who stayed regret. Call it a sixth sense, if you will. I’ve came to realize this is an exceedingly powerful form of intuition and when you take the past steps that created their formative imperience its an obvious side effect because if you were born to addicts and constantly walked around on eggshells in order to avoid an ass whupping when withdrawal kicked in then you start noticing subtle tells and move accordingly as you adapt to your environment. Same with the latch key kid who needed to survive by his wits as he was plunged into a Game as a child with no operators manual or tutorial level as well as countless other examples that force Self reliance when one was developing. In many ways this is one of the upsides and there are two more on the list just to show its not all doom and gloom for the magical 8%, no matter how it seems at the moment.

As you can probably guess, coming up like this generates an immense amount of strength and resilience in the Soul that steps into the Game and comes face to face with their own personal hell. They say pearls are formed via the constant irritation of delicate skin. I prefer the coal to diamond parable and have spoken on it previously at length as its something that intuitively makes sense with all the Warriors I’ve met. Not only this but its quite an empowering narrative that will help in reframing their imperience into something far more Self Constructive than they’ve previously Witnessed as it explains why they glisten with such hardness as nothing can ever hurt them again. Sadly many of them are equally emotionally frozen before they learned how to melt and ease into their magnificence with a bit of guidance. A common thread in those I’ve mentioned was a huge amount of Self belief – the feel they are here to do something big – but a near total lack of direction and tangible action along with lots of fantasy for self regulation. One said “It feels like I’ve got a sports car but all I can do is spin the wheels“. I asked him how he’d feel about getting out and walking aka just doing what was in front of him now for fifteen minutes and he replied. “You know what, I’ll give that a spin because nothing else seems to help as I want to get it done with a quickness so I can move onto the next thing on my list”. Did you notice he used the same term again which shows future pacing and expectation that things won’t be different as well as an immense sense of getting to the end without doing whats needed in the middle? That is very, very common. As is their posture, which often tells me everything, as many literally led with their head which was held far in front of the chest as a way of disconnection from their essence due to the lives they’d lived and the past events from which they were metaphysically running. Fantasy lives and imagination were often exceedingly vivid as well as supremely creative as many had to make more with less when the odds were stacked against them.

Getting back to the speed and need for acceleration, I noticed, with a grin, when looking at their Self Talk journals that many often missed the end of a word of or skipped it entirely as they were in such a rush to get ahead as a hundred miles per hour is their standard. Me, my Self, write in hieroglyphics that I have to be in the same frame of mind again to comprehend what was written hence I’m probably the only person you’ll meet that often pushes the pen in joined up capitals… We all have these little quirks. Get to Knot thy Self. Handwriting says a lot to those with the eyes to see which is why I often use it as a tool of discovery. The final one is so common that I might as well call it a rule and not a sign:

A Warrior has an immense amount of empathy that often verges on telepathy. It can manifest in the strangest of ways those, depending upon the tale they’ve lived during their years formative. For example, you may be big in the underworld and known for brutalizing but are also a staunch vegetarian that takes care of loads of animals and upon them you allow the full force of your tenderness be felt as you nurture and nourish whilst having close to nothing in the way of personal relationships as everyone else is kept at a distance due to the underlying stress that close encounters bring. If you read what I said before and put it all together its truly a piece of cake as the ingredients in all these lives are the same as they were fighting for survival since they stepped in. Then they were either maltreated or neglected or feeling some type of lack when it came to lifes essentials plus were smart as a whip and tended to rebel and thus used these instincts for Self preservation to carve a lane they finally felt safe in. Granted, there are immense differences as you could meet a Warrior who was meek, stressed and totally depressed as the previous examples free flowing rage and violence was turned within. Boy, did those two make the most unlikely of companions but they comprehended each other in a way that words simply could not express and that links in with the telepathy as well. A lot I’ve met have started off as randoms to whom I’ve asked a simple question about something I intuited from their presence and that led to the rest unfolding as stated. Like I said, there are no strangers or enemies in this realm when one has done the Knowledge. I guess it takes one to spot one and if you Know thy Self then they might as well have Warrior written on their head, even if they can’t see it. Yet. But they will, often as a long suppressed sigh finally escapes their lips that someone else gets the true nature of their personal hell that is, usually, mostly unexamined and saturated with coping mechanisms fueled by an immense sense of injustice with the world as it is due to the hand they were dealt and played to win by betting against the odds and following that small voice within they instinctively felt must be nurtured and protected because everyone seemed overly keen on attacking it and it was the only place for refuge left as they were developing. The outer manifestation and presentation can differ in amazing ways but its the state of mind that defines a Warrior which remains constant as it all springs from within hence to actualize this potential via Doing the Knowledge to obtain gnosis then facilitating healing with the intent of assisting the rest to ascend can be called our mission on this level. Obviously this is not mentioned anywhere on any standard curriculum.

Thats what motivated me to write this text and what powers the entire willhelpme project as we, the 8%, have the potential to awaken the Warrior within as he never really slept or got disconnected unlike the rest who fell for the Systems wiles and programs that installed a generic OS in their heads that makes them accept a world so blatantly corrupt without question. We didn’t. That opportunity simply wasn’t present as survival was pressing business that screamed for attention and needed to be dealt with, this instant. Like I said, the name may sound dramatic and powerful but a lot of these lives, once examined, were quite tragic but all contained the potential for magnificence and Self actualization, once they Know the Ledge as they step upon the Path that is created by walking and the sense of power this brings is ineffable as they finally found a way to use the components they forged in the personalized fires of hell for their emancipation. A powerful image that often makes them grin is how “React” and “Create” are the same thing but with a bit of rearrangement that makes all the difference and this often segues into the teaching on how to become Centered in Self which is something the entire world lacks as they were trained to place power outside themselves hence Slave describes them best. The Warrior intuits this as an essential for his survival and nourishes it because its the only part that hasn’t yet been violated, defiled or denigrated. Often they are not totally aware of this because its hidden underneath various coping mechs and maladaptations but once they get familiar with their essence they all comment on the familiar newness that allows them to feel stable as they’ve finally found themselves in the midst of the whirlwind of chaos that was their previous existence before our meeting.

In many respects every single Soul that steps into this realm is a natural Warrior as its our innate state to be curious, push the limits and Know for Self but this is trained out of them due to the presence of parents and the rest that are well adjusted to an immense social sickness that can’t wait to make them as emotionally dead within and as Adulterated as them. The Warrior is dealt stacked hands from the deck that usually follow the above blueprint and are designed to keep them on tilt, often undermining themselves as the examples illustrate well, because they end up marching to the beat of a drum that the rest can’t hear or even imagine. The results can be magic or tragic, depending upon their alignment as so few realize their true strength and innate potential. I truly believe we are the chosen ones that came to flip the Game on its head for both personal and collective improvement via Selfless service and the Game, being artificially sentient, saw us coming and gifted us with curses for even attempting to threaten its dominance on the current level. One of the most interesting things about nature is that the poison and its cure often grow within the same distance and by doing the Knowledge with some Self reflection and introspection to recode their internal OS they finally get to spread the wings they came naturally equipped with but had tied behind their backs due to their upbringing and formative imperiences.

The difference in their resonance is quite palpable and, very often, they are exceedingly quick studies because, in reality, I’m not teaching them anything they didn’t already know on some level. I’m merely facilitating a connection whilst holding the resonance that comes from being Centered in Self and this causes a domino effect inside their heads as the house of cards they built on top of sands that were perpetually shifting comes tumbling down so they can resurrect it with a new alignment and a better materials that was initially etched in their divine blueprint that comes following the reconstruction after they walk away from what never served them anyway. Slaves, on the flip, will run screaming for the hills when presented with this option as they are tacitly accept their conditioning as they stroll around the Mind Made Prison they can’t wait to decorate with all kinds of baubles and trinkets that the System tells them is important. They, the 81%, are the true Victims in all of this, not the Warriors – no matter what you may think – because they know fine well its not how you start but what you present at the end hence they shift into Victors instead and that makes all the difference as they rise to the challenge the Game presents and play to win by betting on themselves.

When we, as individuals and a collective, awaken the Warrior within 8% of the population for whom this is a valid option due to what I’ve shared I predict we’ll notice immense shifts in the Game due to the principle of resonance and it will become Self evident that what I said about it playing out inside your consciousness after inserting your Soul as a credit which gifts you the flesh currently wrapped around your unfinite awareness will become so obvious that the next generations will look back and shake their heads at what the 81% unquestioningly accepted as “reality” as it will be revealed to be a construct which never, ever had their best interests at heart as those at the helm at the present moment simply lack that connection and envy the rest their innate resonance as they craft tales in their heads before placing them on the psychosocial treadmill that is the world at present.

For some of you reading this may be a light bulb moment as the dim embers of Inner Sense once again start twinkling. Others will Thunk it makes no sense as the voice in their head tells them its pure gibberish with no practical application as it seems to go against the grain of their conditioning as they live the life unexamined. The Warriors, aware or unaware of this designation, will invariably nod their heads as their lips say “Yes! Finally, someone who is talking my language”.

Let the Game begin…

Till we meet again