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:
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.
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.
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.
“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”.
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.
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.
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:
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.
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.
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.
It started off as a very well maintained town in one of the top countries of the world. Every inch of its presence was perfect in every sense and everyone wanted to get in but the waiting list was immense and the ruler of the kingdom quite select about who entered his lands as there was a standard to uphold and a principle of resonance. Nothing was done by force, it was all free will as those domiciled within knew the importance of where they were and were glad to chip in to maintain its opulence. After all as the old phrase says “If all swept in front of their own door the world would be a beautiful place”. And it is. Freed from the minor day to day and commonplace due to citizens who pulled their weight the ruler of this place was able to create palaces of splendor for his people to enjoy and celebrate. And, for a while, all was great.
It started slowly, so slowly that no one really noticed the change as there were so many attractions to congregate that when a couple slipped into mild disarray there was no one there to say “Wait a minute, we need to deal with this post haste” as no-one thinks of losing when your eyes are fixed on the winners tape. At first it was subtle, the street lights once so bright that you couldn’t tell day from night started to fade which in turn began to change those who congregate as there had been a spate of immigration via the back gate, it seems, and now they were perfectly at home in their new enclave. But in this new, slightly dingy place they felt cause to celebrate because this is where they felt they belonged and this where they would create a place of their own. “Nicely lived in” they think, “Somewhere where we don’t have to try to fit in to this high frequency experience” as they craved the lows they were missing as this was their natural resonance after they’d spent so long in the ship, circling and covetous, of this land they felt was promised.
See, these people weren’t like the rest. They weren’t natives in that sense but had managed to slip in as part of the touring attractions and then blended by pretending to pass the test by saying no when they meant yes. The ones who were there to check had got slightly complacent in their efforts as it had all been smooth sailing since the incep of the vessel so why expect anything else than people being honest? This was the invention of lying and it was one of the main skills they used to hide their true intent and frame of reference as well as appearing to be different but, secretly, having one brain and mindset.
Slowly, from the shadows, these Opponents planned their ascent. “We must hide amongst them. Learn their ways and customs till we comprehend not only what they want but what they don’t realize they desire yet as we satisfy the urge then they discover the need. By this protocol shall we make the strong weak as we, equally, gain in strength from behind the curtain of their ignorance”. In order to blend in they turned their own street into an experience which leads the bright into the place of the dim. In an illuminated town it proved quite alluring and allowed them to conduct their business right under the watchful eyes as they moved around in disguise, hidden in plain sight, performing. People came for the thrills – “My, the danger feels so real, someone really put the effort in to make this place what it is” – and, because his subjects wanted this, the ruler had to acquiesce because he leads where they wish to go for he represents their interests and this, this is what these Opponents from within intended to twist to their own advantage via merciless exploitation of these human resources.
“We have found a weakness in the system and its ripe for manipulation as we have turned a glitch into a feature and, soon, that will become the main attraction as we stoke their appetite for destruction via further condensing and increased limitation. Best of all there is nothing he can do about this because he believes in free will and Self development so, as long as they keep on lining up, he can’t eject what we present as they’re asking for it!” said the one at the helm with a twisted grin.
The ghetto experience was bursting at the seams. They couldn’t wait to get in and feel something so foreign and alien. Its like they were playing with their lives and Witnessing the bright lose its shine. Into the space came screams of threat and fears that they’d never felt previously. It was quite exhilarating, really, and offered something unique unlike the rides to which they’d became accustomed in the flesh. Many came frequently and some were told, furtively “Come meet me down this alley, I’ve got a special deal but one I’ll only reveal if you promise you don’t squeal. Or else!”.
Some backed off, they weren’t here for this and were more than content to dwell on the surface of their dirty kicks but a few were intrigued and followed where they lead. Suddenly they were engulfed in darkness. There was a clear and present threat and for the first time in their lives the immortals tasted a hint of death. That was when the light shone in, it was way brighter and more intense than anything they’d seen. Thanks to the engineered darkness. Something you’d have to imperience for your Self in order to believe but even then how few would comprehend that what was facing them was their own stolen magnificence dressed in the robes of ignorance and programmed with the intent of theft under the guise of benevolence. And that was it. Like a wheel it was set, rolling, and those who’d pledged bought others easily but, like the ruler of this kingdom, they too chose selectivity as they inverted his principles and built a house of deception to rival the thirteenth palace which they couldn’t access. You needed to be someone, preferably a big cheese, located in a province that supplies what a lot of others need. There was a method to their madness but it was beyond the simplicity of those who’d dwelled in something idyllic that fulfilled their needs and thus had never questioned the nature of reality or those who appear to be like me but secretly speak a foreign tongue we can’t decode as they throw gestures without words and thus haven’t a clue what they mean when they smile and show teeth that gleam as they hide villainy behind a guise that seems so friendly. New terms were added to the lexicon of this false class called elite. They looked down at those who had declined the invitation they had accepted gladly and thus a new culture was born. That of cities within cities that were almost entirely invisible for those without the eyes to see.
The change happened so gradually that most didn’t stop to perceive because like frogs cooked, leisurely, in a pan of water turned up by degrees by the time they realized it was too late to change their reality. This ghetto niche of danger and incivility had started to spread to other cities, mainly the capitals of which there were twelve as they’d been secretly connected via a web which wasn’t drawn on any official map in the system thanks to their underground machinations and deployment of resources that were diverted from other attractions under the guise of their corrupting forces via the bought and paid for watchmen who were well rewarded for bringing in the new order of the ages, as they called it.
“Hee hee, see they don’t suspect a thing. These stupid imbeciles. We steal what is free then charge them handsomely to get back less than they had and then tell them they should be glad as we clap them on the back as, inch by inch, we define their reality. Thats true power, my fiend”.
“Verily, are thee something special Mr E but I’m afraid I wouldn’t celebrate just yet as the battle isn’t won so easily”.
“Why, Ike, whatever do you mean?” he points to a map which shows the land, the capital cities and the tangled web that they weave over the heads and below the feet of those unaware of the deals their countryfolk have made and how they now march to a different beat. This is something which is starting to be seen on all corners, all streets as the youth who are coming up are no longer deferent but insolent as they want to lead and not be lead even though they lack any semblance of wisdom or insight which has been supplanted by ghetto hymns and rote repetition of nihilistic mindsets that appear most attractive for ones who can’t tell how far they fell as part of the planned degradation.
One day when a man said “Come meet me down this alley, I’ve got a special deal but one I’ll only reveal if you promise you don’t squeal. Or else!”. He was rushed off his feet as they came running, expectant, each keen to outdo the rest in their quest for clout chasing.
“This is perfect, this is perfect. See, we have those at the top engaged in our schemes and those in the middle ready to be whatever we tell them to be as they’re divorced from their empathy. They no longer see another me with the whole community but only when what we’ve said is rinsed by repeat does the (false) self believe their ways are correct and beyond questioning. Best of all they pay for each step and are still convinced that they’re free” they laughed, heartily. Ironic as this group lacked this connection entirely but thats the main reason they knew they needed to colonize this land entirely and why their forefathers had set off on the voyage that had lead them to be “Kings of the underground, out of sight and yet we see, everything, easily”. He pulls up a feed on the screen then repeats:
“Each of the twelve cities is now under our total control. What we say goes and those underneath simply bleat and repeat whatever it is their puppet leaders say is in their best interest. This day, today we celebrate, my fiends, because we now rule this realm”.
“Indirectly” said he who had been a thorn in their side because they need what he perceives, namely what it means to feel as this was a skill they totally lacked due to the nature of their hemispheric dominance. “You can take your bows from beneath the stage or enjoy your puppets accolades that they pledge at your feet in exchange for a seat at the table you have made but to call this a victory isn’t appropriate nor is there a cause to celebrate because until we walk in the light and not in the shade we create how can we proclaim to rule this place?”.
“He’s got a point” they say.
“Enough of this charade” says one, filled with hate “Who are you to talk this way? Are you really one of us? Freaky freakshow freak – who wants to feel anyway? Thats not why we’re here. We have logic and tech. What it made is this“. He looks over the kingdom they survey “A network inside a network. The invisible which makes the visible change and these” he waves his hand at the citizens on display “They are all our Slaves. They do as we say. Never questioning what we state as they feel its decree comes from the place they call me when in reality its…”.
“Shut up, immediately. You don’t know who’s listening so why are you speaking so free?” the elder admonishes, seriously.
“My my apologies, my fiend, I just support everything we do…”.
“Hmm, what is that? “Wholeheartedly?” I think you’re going native, starting to get a case of the feels, like that freak? I want you to listen closely as I tell you a thing or three.”
“He who leads this place isn’t stupid, even if he pretends to be. We may have a network within a network but its still built on top of what he creates maintains and sustains and its only by the folly of those we deceive by our entertraining ways that we ever get to weave this tale which is still temporary. We haven’t cemented our legacy, nowhere near close. Not in this reality. So, I ask again, why are you celebrating? We are far from being He”.
“You know I’ve actually heard He’s a She.. you know no one has ever seen…”.
“I knew you’d get it. That is end goal for all of this. To have them so caught up in the web that what we build renders the original irrelevant as we tap in to use its connects but just as swiftly redirect all of its inhabitants to fulfill our mission instead” he said as he looked around at those who met under the cover of darkness to discuss their plans to hollow out from within a once bountiful kingdom as they simply couldn’t comprehend what they’d heard of in legends where it said a people were so content that with their every breath they praised each aspect of creation in all realms as they felt the internal joy that this represents to be at a state of oneness and bliss with the all of everything that was, simultaneously, ineffable yet personal.
They coveted this dearly, even though they knew not what it meant as it was simply too far out of their frame of reference. So they set off in ships to try and sneak in but that wasn’t happening as the ruler was too sharp to fall for their tricks until they realized that he can’t do a thing if the citizens actually invite them. So they sat on the coast, setting off fireworks instead and throwing a party on the deck and saying “You’re all welcome” to those standing on the shore, watching. One of them grabbed a raft and toward them did he set because he wanted to know what happened next as it certainly seemed like a new attraction that was desperate to get their attention and he was craving something novel.
Like I said earlier on, they satisfied the urge by discovering the need which you can now read as creating the demand they intended to supply, eventually. The rest is history. The city of which I speak is your body. The Opponents are those who creep in via the influences social whom they already hold securely within their grasp thanks to multi generational deceit. The rest is how it is, speaking energetically, as the network which they pimp is your nervous system which means the twelve cities are main joints, into which they place their own decrees via ones ostensibly there to lead and express the will of the citizenry. How quickly the script is flipped as the bright lights do dim and what was once free and natural is now replicated via tech which feeds on the same consciousness like a parasitic process not far removed from the old vampire myth. In many respects the new gen are born deceased in comparison to what they could’ve been as the land which was tilled is now stripped of all nutrition and they draw their energies from things designed to feed the absolute worst in them, thanks to this menacing presence, which feeds on their Inner Sense.
This, my friend, is the story of your Adulteration. Take it personal, because it is. Your mileage may vary if you glimpse within and check the coding but what I’ve just transcribed was lit after I’d transcended the bars of the Mind Made Prison that kept me as a living hostage and its this same place that affords the rest a base of operations for the Stockholm Syndrome that is in full effect across the planet as we’re speaking.
What? You Thunk that incessant chatter in your head is natural? The fact that you, now, are surrounded by the type of excess that a Roman emperor could barely imagine and still feel a nagging emptiness as you dream of becoming rich and famous which is just another way of saying you can’t wait to climb in the belly of the beast thats been priming your mind with deception in order to keep what they built invisible and ensuring your attention remains focused on them and never, ever within for, if you did, you too would gain a revelation that may say something along the lines of:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.
What I can’t tell, yet, is what it will take for most to comprehend the shadows depth or, better yet, if all of this is actually intended as part of some cyclical rhythm of creation and pen testing in order to patch holes and weaknesses in the codes programming of this realm because, back when, I knew a little bit about hacking and cracking which manifests in the dictum:
Imagine a huge beach. Pure sands as far as the eye can see underneath a bright blue sky that gleams as the waves of the sea lap in and out, rhythmically. Sounds beautiful, doesn’t it?
Now lets pretend that one day you visit this place and there is a cave. Obviously you are intrigued as you didn’t see it previously. You step inside and marvel at the new presence and the contrast it brings as it cooler and darker within. You make an exit and get back to playing on the beach. Fast forward a couple of decades and we’d see a very different scene for those living the life unexamined as the cave would have grown and grown to take over the show. Layers upon layers of crustation now house the tenderness of your flesh within. Its been so long since you’ve seen the sun that you now have pale skin and are so accustomed to the darkness and chill that the beach seems like a long, distant memory of a life you once lived. Does that sound familiar? It should, because this is a visual rep of your internal energetics.
In order to fool themselves a lot of people decorate the cave with pictures that remind them of old things. Some will even pay for some wiring to bring a bulb in in order to continue the approximation via surrogate symbols in lieu of the direct imperience. If you were to speak to these peeps about the false nature of their reality they would kick and scream as they berated your observations of their inauthenticity. They would point to all the things I’ve said and comment “Look, blue skies and waves as well. I can ever hear the ocean” they’d trill as they hit play on their audio system which presents the prerecorded sounds of the sea to their senses. Can you see how seductive this is and why I say 81% of the world are Slaves to their willful ignorance?
This is the nature of the System. Some of you may have guessed that the beach I’m referring to is actually your innate state of consciousness aka Inner Sense and the cave is the Adulteration you learn to accept as “the way it is”. It isn’t. Its just one option from a myriad because we’re talking about hemispheres of your brain and the interaction therein that modulates your consciousness and creates your inner terrain that then influences your reality and further perceptions in a loop that doesn’t end and, slowly but surely, becomes more and more constrained. For a few of the astute it would’ve clicked why babies are born with bones that seem almost fluid and how this type of flexibility manifests in the childs mind, developing, that asks an endless stream of questions and never takes anything for granted as they are simply so curious into know the why of the when and the rest that follows this thinking. This is what the System switches out for Thunking which is a side effect (intended) of the academic regurgitation known as testing where they say “ABC = One, Two, Three” and those who agree are given a pat on the head in front of the rest and a gold star to show their parents.
Its as seductive as it is pernicious and very few make it through its clutches whilst still retaining access to the beach as they are trained to accept the equation that “The Cave = Me”. Any threat to it is taken exceedingly personal because whilst the sand, the waves and wind all shift at random but keep their character constant there is none of this within the cave. Even the air is most stale and this is correlated nicely with how Slaves handle their breathing as not one of them, ever, uses their natural equipment like they once did. Its been trained out of them. Belts at the waist and nooses around the neck with cuffs at the wrist don’t help but if you are trained to see and accept one set of symbols its easy to become ignorant of the ones they also labelled but didn’t explicitly draw your attention to, back when. Suddenly the point of uniforms becomes obvious and this extends to (false) real world as well because if someone in a white coat says something people are more likely to acquiesce than a leading expert dressed in casual threads just dropping Knowledge in a conversation. We are, as a collective, in a state of trance and hypnotized into a way of Thunking that is, at its very heart, divisive and disconnected.
One of the major side effects of this is it builds a drive for grasping that manifests as consumption and the false belief that “If I can just get this, this and this then life will be perfect“. It never is and yet people keep on doing it. Do you know what the definition of madness is? Doing the same and expecting different. Ruminate on that one for a bit and look at your life to spot the Pattern that manifests via many skins but one underlying skeleton which is the manifestation of said process. Its also why stockbrokers that get wiped on a market dip tend to leap off the windowsill as huge chunks of the cave were ripped away from their conceptual self that they’d spent a lifetime imagining. I wonder how many of them felt a sense of regret when the beach swam into their awareness just before their head met the pavement and drew their chapter to an end?
This is also what drives the suicidal impulse but flipped because a lot of people, on a subconscious level, hate the cave to this day even though they may be enamored by the symbols therein. A few get to the point where the air is so poisoned with thoughts toxic that they Thunk that offing their on switch is the only solution. I really would not advise this option because the underlying terms and conditions you accepted before inserting your Soul as a credit to play this Game we’re within means you are willingly transferring ownership of said thing to forces currently beyond your comprehension. Not only that but the ripples this leaves upon others beaches is immense and some of their caves start cracking as well.
The first day I spotted the cave I hated it. I didn’t know yet that this was the answer to my question of “What happened?” when I realized that all adults were once children but I felt the courage of my convictions state “Remember the beach. Spend as much time as you can in it and even when class is in session and they are laying the blueprints and foundations for this structural anomaly that all feel but few see because that is the only way you’ll get to keep what you possess now. Question everything”. So I did. Much to the chagrin of pretty much everyone around me that wished to push the “Bow to external authority and you will be rewarded” rhetoric. When freedom is outlawed then only they shall taste it whilst everyone else chows down on a synthetic replacement that is not only the next best alternative but truly the only option they possess from now till their death. Maybe even beyond that as well because the habits of a lifetime don’t just melt at the exit because its like the consciousness that was poured into the cave now sits and wobbles like a jelly on shelf at their moment of transition that also grants freedom.
In that respect you can consider that the sun that shines upon the beach is thee, truly, and as you breathe your last if you are as free and magnanimous as this point of illumination then you win the Game as you’ve transcended the programming they foist upon all of those who step in. Maybe thats the point? I think it is. It makes a lot of sense but then that begs another question of why on Earth would someone (or something) create such a twisted bastardization of a situation which, in its natural presentation, is actually exceedingly pleasant? You can see why the silence is deafening in this respect even though everyone from the crook in the pulpit to the latest celebrity endorsement or influencer on the web pushes their own type of solution which never, ever address the cave or the consciousness locked therein. Is that proof of conspiracy? Methinks it is.
Like the example of the lady who had a stroke as well as many schizophrenics to whom I’ve spoken as well as the testimony of countless mystics and those laymen who have have Witnessed higher states of awareness attests, the beach is, was and always will be an option. It is, in many respects, the best of both worlds and how it is at the moment isn’t how its always been or will be. Walk with me:
Throughout the ages there have been different designs of caves for the masses. Some were akin to pavilions with many levels that encouraged exploration. These people, generally, naturally intuited the presence of the beach as well due to this lack of stifling of their consciousness and innate skills and thus truly lived in the best of both worlds and it was shown via their culture and thinking. At the moment the cave is intent on creating layers ever dense to facilitate further and further disconnection from your essence. Just at the point where it was about to get most uncomfortable they introduced the web so people can be lonely, together. The attraction of this false solution that acts as a reaction to the problem they created is emphasized with the increased spate of terroristic attacks and the like. They send the message, loud and clear, “Strengthen the cave” as more and more layers are placed as the minimize the life force within as people are petrified to death and thus scared to live. Shades of the Pandemic, yes?
How do you get out of the Cave? First thing is to realize it exists and that you are within it. Not only that but who you think you are is based on the bad habit of acceptance without question that builds a life of near total ignorance. This is what needs to be examined. Do your beliefs stand up to a challenge? If you daren’t even consider the alternatives then that is pretty much proof positive that you’re stuck in the Cave so you’ve got a great place to start your train of thinking. To do this one must comprehend that rearranging the chunks of what you already know via the lens of what you expect is Thunking and thats another one of the slick tricks installed via the System to damped your perceptions.
For many the very concept of this thought experiment sounds like an intense slice of a living hell whereas they prefer the steady dose they’ve been constantly drip fed since the days they were small and innocent. Do you see how wicked this all is and how the intelligence behind this is actually placed outside of your awareness whilst controlling everything within so you fully invest in its paradigm whilst defending to the death that which holds your awareness imprisoned? The schizo does. That is the root cause of their problem because when they were on the beach as children and imagined they were flying with the wind they could still switch back to neutral and their present moment imperience. Instead the nutter is whipped up into a frenzy that takes the worst of the cave and makes the symbols shape shift as he attempts to string them together into a narrative whilst the cave flicks in and out of his consciousness and amplifies then codifies these grossly exaggerated perceptions of deception that are also intermingled with glimpses of true reality as it is. There was an interesting study done, once upon a when, where they looked at the examples of first generation immigrants that left their place of residence and when to shores someplace else then flipped their lids. In comparison the peeps back home were doing perfect and there were no other hereditary markers that make this possible or provide a reasonable explantation.
I think its because the old symbols and old cave they knew well started to crumble in these new environments that were often quite different from their domestic. Not only that but the dream and reality didn’t link well. Some adapt, others don’t. Its why you’ll see a Little Italy, Chinatown and the rest as people intuited that a taste of home around people like them eases the transition. What happened was their cave fractured and the consequences are often quite tragic because those that left often had the highest potential, dreams and intelligence to strike out and make it big whilst everyone else was content with their current script. Its a very interesting avenue for research and I’m quite certain what I’ve said is an accurate representation of what is happening in their inner realms.
Far away, a long, long time ago a man leaves his village. He initially liked it but there came a point around the mid where something irritated him. Like a splinter of the mind which he couldn’t lift. He tried countless solutions and spent quite a while thinking about it. Others couldn’t get his fascination and thought him more than a bit strange as a few actively started to avoid him as he made them feel uncomfortable. One day he picks up sticks and heads off into the distance. He has no idea where he’s going but “Away” says his compass so he walks in that direction. He finds a cave and decides to look in. It is immense and sinks down to a huge depth. The cavernous structure is so immense that he can actually hear his own heart beating. He grins from within as he knows he has found what he is seeking:
Complete isolation.
He sits down and gets comfortable. Soon his candle dims and he is sitting in total darkness. A vast swathe of fears come rushing into his consciousness. “What if this place is the home of a wild animal and you get eaten? We have no food. This is stupid. Come on, lets go… I’ve had enough of this“. Thing is the man who got to this position was no stranger to Self as he’d already started to doing the Knowledge, back when. This is what sparked his intuition that wished to pull the splinter from his awareness as it clicked that he isn’t his thoughts but that which thinks them. The Witness. Speaking of this to others was akin to a fish asking how the water felt to his kin. How could they see what was invisible? This was his motivation to leave because it was obviously what he was seeking could never be found externally.
The longer he sits in the darkness the more the voice in his head protests. “Thank you” he says “But I don’t need to think about this. I’d much rather feel it instead“. Suddenly a huge wave of pain rips through his frame and completely shatters his introspection. Old fears, thoughts and conclusions kick in and he, just for a moment, doubts his decision and is tempted to head for the exit. He doesn’t. Instead he persists and treats this new influx of signals as suggestions to the Witness and applies his previous tools of managing his perceptions from the position of being Centered in Self and not identification with the induced wavelength. He didn’t realize it yet but he’d cracked one of the caves in his head and thus came one step closer to regaining access to the beach which was what he truly craved and missed. This was the actual secret motivation that was hidden from his consciousness but presented an immense influence, nonetheless.
He persists and uplifts but never resists or loses his Center in Self as he goes through this epic transformation in the darkness. After a while his body says “Ah well, looks like this darkness won’t shift any time soon. Might as well get used to it” and it starts unleashing a steady drip of hallucinogens that light him up from within behind closed lids. This is identical to what happens each night as you rest and dream because you sleep walk onto the beach where it feels free but is also strewn with things you’ve thrown from the cave as well as the junk thats washed up in the waves of media and social influence.
The man is a boy. Running around the beach as happy as can be. There is a small cave, off in the distance, but he pays it no attention as he is in his element and thoroughly enjoying this. As he lies on the sands and sees the clouds overhead his active imagination starts drawing links at an immense state of processing and he wonders “Wait a minute. Am I dreaming this? I remember I lived in a village then I left and found a place of darkness?”. He walks back over the cave, later that day, and peers in. As he is strolling around he finds the older version of his Self in an altered state of consciousness that, to him, is standard equipment.
This process of integration is oh so vital as its akin to rewriting your internal OS and this bridge is what is missing in schizophrenics who instead drown in the waters of higher perception as they never learned to swim because that class was never presented by the education they got that installed their personal version of the current level of collective ignorance. In many ways they are the living, breathing proof of all I’ve said about us being trapped within an immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits, hence why they are dealt with using potent meds, ridicule and isolation as they, in effect, rejected the programming (on some level) that most accepted and thus have a far clearer lens on whats actually happening viz the altered states of awareness installed by predators of consciousness and accepted by Slaves in ignorance. They say you can fool some of the people, most of the time…
81/11/8.
Get in where you fit in.
The man leaves the cave and nothing is ever the same again. He heads back to the village and people don’t recognize him. Some are drawn whilst others repulsed. “How the hell do you look younger?” one said. Another commented that when he walked in the birds that were feeding didn’t run from him. The women are most receptive as they crave the taste of the illumination that shines from him.
And that is how the present moment was built and, using the same blueprint, the near future as well. I say all of that to say this:
If I’m lying about the Cave then why did the Psylense in your chest nod in agreement at so many of the concepts whilst the voice in your head resisted the concept as something quite fanciful or maybe even ludicrous? Why not put it to the test? I did and I’m currently pushing the pen from the beach and the weather is fantastic so wouldn’t you like to visit the vistas of higher perception that always were, are and will be an option?
The scale of this is so immense and yet also so simple as well because all of these glyphs that are bouncing into your consciousness via the medium of the net are actually pointing at something that was already within but you were were mostly unaware of the option. Consider it an Innernet because I’d like to test a hypothesis based on what happens when enough of us, as a collective, are familiar with this new old vista of perception because I predict the very nature of the Game will shift in ways that are so dramatic that it will stand as testament that consciousness is all and we co-create this experience.
If I could pluck your awareness from your flesh and place it inside the head of another you would see what I meant about the the lies you’ve been taught to believe, most viscerally. Take, for example, a pious and devout man that adheres to his spiritual tradition, without question, who is then placed inside the dome of an atheist who bows at the temple of science and materialism. A lot of what the latter accepts as self evident would seem patently ridiculous to one currently inhabiting their psychosphere at the moment. Plus the opposite, for in this trade he would have no emotional investments, previous training and constant reinforcement via peers, family and social circle of said perspectives as well as the expectations that tint the lens of what is by only allowing in what he expects as it conforms to his narrative.
When seen from this lens one gains an immense amount of flex where, previously, they were rigid. A woman, that I’ll detail in another missive, had a stroke and imperienced just such an event. As luck would have it she was a neuroscientist that was very interested in the head and its various modes of reality creation and thus became a living imperiment that provided her with the insight needed to make this hypothetical concept an actual event. Her tale was quite interesting and I encourage you to check what was said elsewhen on the topic then think about applying the same to your current state of being, without the neurological impairment.
Many would class this as a living hell because they are so enamored with their own way of seeing things and thus lack the discernment to click about the state I call the Witness. This is what I’d pluck and shift from one to the next in this example and it is truly who you are, in and beyond this realm. I met this state, back when, after a rather vigorous workout session that led to a spontaneous out of body experience in which I was freed from the shackles of my current incarnation. A lot of people call this state “Ego Death” and that is a very accurate term as it links to the concept of a masked existence in which the glove puppet has no clue or conception of the vital principle that animates them and makes all things possible. Can you see why I say the Game is mental and its all consciousness, from beginning to end? Many will be long in their graves before this clicks and, for most, even that will not stop them clinging to said delusions which is what I suspect Buddha meant when he said attachment is the root of all suffering. Actually, lets take a glimpse into this lane and detour on our adventure inside your awareness:
Imagine the scientist dies and is suddenly dumbfounded by the continuation of his presence without the flesh as it runs contrary to all of his training and investments in what is the meaning of life, death and the rest. This is a pretty common occurrence in the supernatural realm and I’ve spoken of this at length with the parable of the snowman who melts and regrets what is happening as he clings to the shell and doesn’t realize he is actually the free flowing waters which he now sees as a threat. The religious man, on the flip, may too be surprised by what happens next as his met by elements that were previously frozen and now liberated. This is where the common trope of seeing religious figures and symbols does spring and its why, across many cultures and continents, we see the same essential blueprint from those who tasted death and came back to the flesh. That, in and of itself, is very interesting as it suggests something akin to baggage which is wrapped around the Witness that was gained in this realm. Along with this we’d find things like familial links, desires unexpressed and dances left unstepped which assure one will manifest again in order to actualize these whims. Its also why, I suspect, so many Eastern traditions seem nihilistic to Western thinking as they’re built around the quest for personal liberation which can only come via Knowledge of Self that begets transcendence.
I’d like you to imagine that you could live anywhere you wish on the planet. Where would it be and why?
Did you notice what happened? The conscious aspect that resides primarily in your head glanced at a scene that was constantly shifting as it offers its suggestions about where it would like to be, what it wants to see and the rest of the deal. That is your subconscious.
It churns away in the background without beginning or end as it records the all of everything hence the common thread in all near death experiences I call the Be Kind, Rewind effect aka life flashing before your lids. This domain of the mystics was proven by modern science as well when working with epileptic patients who were imperiencing direct electronic stimulation of their brains and suddenly started remembering random events and circumstances of which they previously had no conscious recollection until the electrodes were plugged in and altered their resonance. Its the same principle that kicks in when one smells an aroma that wooshes them back to childhood as shown by Proust’s madeleines because the nose is linked to the Limbic System and this process emotions, addictions and long term memory storage. For some it will have clicked what is meant by the commonly held axiom that we only use ten percent of our brains. That, like most folk wisdom, isn’t entirely accurate because it would be better stated that we are only that conscious. The rest is hidden hence the Game of three halves effect I previously mentioned.
The Warrior wishes to become a whole and complete being in total resonance with not only his Self but, by extension, this realm, all dimensions and things therein because they are currently playing out in his awareness. That is an immense responsibility, if you consider it, and what many will run screaming from as its seen as a threat by their (false) self which is perfectly content at being hemmed in to the Mind Made Prison that was built in the left hemisphere of their head where their Adulterated aspect sits and is force fed suggestions and labels in lieu of direct imperience. This is the ineffable thing that marks the division between childhood and what came next and, I strongly suspect, is one of the prime causes of why a baby is born glowing and full of vim but will leave this realm stooped over and rigid as they’re enveloped in the darkness of ignorance as they drag around unconscious Patterns of emotional investment due to living the life unexamined.
From any spiritual tradition and peoples you can pick there have been those who comprehended what I’ve just said and set about forging that direct connection with the numinous to which the rest offer prayers and obeisance. Granted, many of them were classed as heretics and their testimony was struck from the record by the priest class who liked to think they are the only bridge to reach the lands promised. And then only if you pay the toll they demand. Shades of flaming sword or three headed demons, yes? Once seen through this lens the often time confusing and contradictory mess left by humans on this planet in the forms of myths and traditions makes way more sense as does the plight of schizophrenics who are, for reasons we’ll examine, the remnants of old Shamans that attempt to navigate the celestial oceans by flapping water wings of terrestrial origin and then drown in the process. In that respect they, whilst living, face what a lot will meet after death because you could frame a decent argument that the wheel of time only spins due to the ignorance of those pinned to its frame of incarnation.
Some of us yearn for transcendence. In this modern day and age there is a rather active global community built around psychedelics and mapping higher realms. I am lucky in that I’ve spoken to some of them and they all held one thing in common that I found quite perplexing and when bought to their attention was met with reactions ranging from rage to instant dismissal. I call it the Pane Body.
The Pane Body is best grasped as inherited ignorance that acts like a source of immense resistance that is wrapped around the edges of your conscious awareness. Dealing with it is upon which the pharmaceutical industry is built and its partial knowledge shows how much of a fools errand it is as they aim solely at symptom management and not pulling out the corrupted flower by the root and stem. These were the ways of the Shaman as his people would come to him for guidance and intercession and this was the role that was commodified and codified as the priest class who traded direct imperience for abstract symbols instead and, in the process, got caught up in the mix. The psychedelic experience blasts past these limits and leapfrogs instead to higher awareness and this, in turn, generates a state of dependence on such substances that further strengthen the grip of the Pane Body and its ignorance. This is the main reason why so many people lean on things like drugs, sex and alcohol as they temporarily allow it to relent and thus people feel more like themselves without addressing the true cause of the problem. The Path of Power, in many ways, faces it heart on but before you can get to that step on must learn to get outside of their head and its Reality Tunnel process which is built around the lies they’ve been taught to believe and currently Thunk are “Me” when, in reality, they are no such thing.
Just like I said in the previous example of picking a destination it becomes obvious there is a part of you that looks at another aspect. In dreams there forms a bridge which speaks in an older, more primal, language that is replete with symbolism that screams for your attention to be drawn to what its saying. There are well researched and verifiable studies done on this as people, en masse, see visions in their heads of tragic events as well as personal warnings about what is coming that, should they listen, modulates their choices when such options are presented. In its most basic it can be linked to the common event of having an old friend pop into your head that you haven’t seen since college and, later that day, you bump into them at the market. “You won’t believe what happened…” starts the conversation before moving onto other things. This is why its said that man often falls over the truth in ignorance then picks himself up, dusts off and keeps going like its nothing significant. Not so for the Warrior for this is his daily bread on the quest to Know thy Self and thus he relishes the moment and gifts that it brings.
As one progresses along the Path of Power an immense sense of loneliness kicks in. Why? Because your own family and friends will reject your evolution as its drawing you out of resonance with their expectations of how you should be. Examining this from the lens that there is only ever one Soul present in this realm and all others are figments of its imagination that they interact with it make a lot of sense because there, deep inside their subconscious, a previously hidden aspect is made manifest and it scares the bejesus out of them. This is the (false) self and its various protective mechanisms that ensure its dominance remains unquestioned in the heads of most currently living and thus their behavior makes more sense. On the flip, for the one adventuring in new ways of playing the Game, they show their old habits and programming ergo its useless to fight against them as by pouring your attention in you simply strengthen your bondage. Instead one should critically examine from a distance what the deeper meaning is and how this all links in to this and previous incarnations.
I was sitting, high up in the Indian mountains, having a similar conversation with a man who asked “Tell me what you think is happening“. After intently listening he referred back to the place I’d left, how I made my way in this realm and the nature of the urban jungle I was born and raised in and from which I birthed this perspective in my current incarnation. “How did you manage to survive in such spiritual wilderness?“. He went on to tell a tale of old legends that were passed to him by his parents that told of such mystics that were once way more common in their Shamanic lineage. “They were different from when they were born. Often the medicine man would know exactly when they manifest and the village would gladly hand over their child to be trained by him as he was seen as the savior of the next generation and direct conduit to the ineffable”.
“He often lived off at a distance and was intensely private. Most times he chose the hills or other such wild terrain that was away from the hustle and bustle of those primarily concerned with the business of living and each time he’d descend it would be with purpose or intent to help guide his people based on his current revelation. Thing is, coming up, that was all old and ancient as the lamp which kept the sacred flame burning from one generation to the next had long started dimming in the face of material advancement so I’m wondering how the hell did you manage to come to this realization in the midst of an urban environment filled with such ignorance and neglect?”.
I shrugged my shoulders. “If a fish is born swimming in waters that were laced with hallucinogens he will adapt to the trip as the way it is because he knows no different. Its only when his form is scooped and placed in seas that are fresh can he gain a new perspective”. “Such is the way of the Shaman, interesting. I can see why you made this trip and why it was recommended I met the man with the shaved head that asked an endless stream of questions to all that would listen to his curious proclamations”. I smiled. “The light shines but does the darkness comprehend that what it sees is actually its own absence of Knowledge made manifest?”. He laughed and nodded his head as he got exactly what I meant.
If you ask anyone “Who are you?” they usually reel off a perfunctory list that goes a little something like this:
“I am son/daughter of X and Y who believed in that or this. I have obtained this level of material success and my educational credentials and worldly accomplishments are made manifest by these things at which I’m pointing. This is who I am“.
For a Slave this is more than enough. They are perfectly content with these labels but the Warrior intuits something held common as well as what is missing and hidden by this narrative in which they’re invested:
All of these aspects are external and inherited. Not one springs from within. The analogy I used is imagine you went to a club for a night of wine, women and dancing. You check your coat in at the desk. It contains the keys to your home where you shall return at the end. A good time is had by all but, in the merriment, you lose your ticket. “No biggie” you think as you attempt to leave at the end but find no one standing to hear your request. “Now we have a problem” floats into your head as there is a woman you just met who is ready and willing to take it to the next level plus there is a cab waiting to take you to your destination. Thing is your jacket, and with it the key most vital, is currently missing as its held in a closet with the rest of the partygoers external dress. What happens next? The car toots its horn as another fare is waiting. The girl is getting impatient because the roaring fires you stoked in her flesh are starting to dim due to this complication and nowhere is there any help. What are your options? You could sift through the coats and hope to find what you left but what are the chances when the place is so big and you are totally unaware of their filing system? What would you do next?
In all of this you didn’t notice another version of your Self that didn’t have said problem because when he checked in his coat he kept his key on him so when the slip of earthbound labels and the jacket of (false) self identification to which its linked threatened to separate him from the promised union with the divine feminine as they ascend upon a chariot of higher consciousness it wasn’t no big deal as he Knew he wasn’t any of them and something else entirely. This is the power of Knowledge of Self and for what I’ve been striving in many, many incarnations.
Actually, in that example, the man in question, should he wish, could simply stroll into the cloakroom and intuitively select the correct jacket for his adventure in the flesh as he needs not the ticket. The Game is real funny, in that respect, but it makes way more sense when you click it all takes place inside your awareness as the other version was so invested in the tale etched in his head that this absence creates an immense complication that leaves him stuck in the establishment waiting for someone else to help as he can’t do for Self. The taxi selects another fare who is actually the alternate version mentioned whilst, for him, the lady vanishes into the night in search of other affection and he laments this turn of events that started out so promising and ended up not delivering on what was promised.
“Life and death are pretty much like this” I said to the man on the mountain as he nodded his head. “Very interesting, yes. You speak in the tongue of the times but the wisdom within is ancient as we used to call this realm, this maya, this illusion a funfair of the flesh“. He paused for a moment to reflect before adding. “These are the sweets that those who eat regret and those who don’t do as well. Its such a strange predicament”. “A Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits to wear new flesh on each spin where the deception of the (false) self is so huge, so all encompassing that many miss they’re actually the key and not the clothes they’re wearing, the lady that is waiting or even the carriage itself. Most certainly not the club filled with drinks where the DJ spins the latest hits as their business is built on keeping you coming back for another serving. I wonder how many realize that the team that run the check in desk also have a crew of pickpockets present who provide seductive illusions and the ticket he was actually seeking was pilfered by the girl in question who promised him the best sex he could ever imagine? Theatricality and deception are powerful tools used against those who lack Knowledge as they are of the world and thus not in a higher state of consciousness which comprehends the Game for what it is and chooses to play different”.
The lies you’ve been taught to believe work just like this because they function like optical illusions in the sense that if there isn’t someone there to look and make it real they may as well not exist. Such is the power of the Witness that we initially plucked from the head of the devout and placed into the unfamiliar terrain of the atheist because, for them, the nature of this trick would be so obvious and that, itself, hints at the power of emotional investment as well as the various elements present on the checkerboard of this realm where light and dark flicker to create the illusion of movement. Just like a TV set, yes? As you sit there taking in these engineered visions you feel immense surges of feeling like to you that is all happening. And yet, a part of you knows, fine well, that you are something else that sits on the couch taking it all in and its an immense fabrication created solely for your entertainment. That is the Witness, my friend, for if we shift this example to a higher octave and pretend tech has advanced to the level of a total immersion holographic awareness augmentation where the screen fits inside your head and speakers manifest their vibrations directly to your nervous system as you feel and sense each shred of emotion and somatic presence along with the thoughts happening to the one taking part in the adventures unfolding how strange would it seem if I popped in to your awareness and waved the key of higher consciousness and said “Missing anything?”.
Most, in that situation, would start saying:
“I am son/daughter of X and Y who believed in that or this. I have obtained this level of material success and my educational credentials and worldly accomplishments are made manifest by these things at which I’m pointing” as they dance around in the club whilst under the influence of an Adulterated awareness that is so powerful that it makes whatever it believes feel authentic. Even when you Know its faking:
Now that you know this things will be different after you take your last breath and find your Self at the checkout desk and encountering the obstacle I just mentioned because it is, in many ways, the final hurdle of graduation from this realm to get back to your Prime state of higher awareness and the rest is simply an elegant distraction to obscure the gnosis mentioned as its not good for business for the owners of this attraction.
“Like how pearls form via constant irritation does the mind focus on what it isn’t whilst, in the process, missing the bigger pic” said the man with grey hairs on his chin that had spent a lifetime in isolation and contemplation on the hill as he suspected there was more to this and wondered what happened to these old Souls of legend he’d heard mentioned during his development and felt an immense resonance to their way of seeing things and thus set off in his quest to obtain Knowledge of Self far away from the crowds and their socially sanctioned madness that he found most unappealing. “Exactly this, my friend, exactly this” I replied as I raised my beverage and we continued our conversation until the sun started rising in this distance over an immense and beautiful vista that countless Souls had Witnessed as they too contemplated things that most dare not imagine about life and its true meaning as well as who they are, in and beyond this realm, along with the implications of wearing the flesh in this dimensions grand attraction that plays out inside their awareness and seems so convincing even though its simply a most persistent illusion. Like an extended dream into which one keeps waking with a sense of continuance.
Tell me, what would happen if you went to bed tonight and this kicked to became the standard instead how would you tell your really real life from a personal hallucination that plays out solely in your awareness as you interact with figments of your imagination? If that were the case and a man were to step into your false realm then said:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.
Would you yell and rebel as you clutched at the trick that has you in its grip or would you take time to listen, reality test and draw your own conclusions? Bear in mind how real dream seem when we’re within but also consider its always an option to transcend…
Can you imagine how a square watermelon would feel?It was born as a seed that was filled with limitless potential which was then placed within a cubic construction that was invisible and told to “Run, Schlepper, Run!“. The reason for this mix is quite intriguing as it allows the vital sunlight to pour in but when this meets whats growing it will, eventually, bump into some limits that shape how its forming. This, my friend, is the modern human condition and the reason why I’ve said you’re within the Mind Made Prison to all that will listen and pondering their feelings to trace the true cause of discontent. The rest Thunk its best to do as the voice in their head says and yell at someone else whilst calling them the problem. Funny, isn’t it, how few of them seem to click that the only true constant in all of their situations is themselves. Like I said, the MMP won’t let you know what you don’t know you don’t know is off limits so it a Game of three halves, innit?
The seed knew this well without any lessons or impressions from the school of concentration which encamped them when forming. Instead they learned about the life ahead of being shaped and packed then placed on shelves for the benefits of a race they don’t even suspect had a hand in the plans in order to make them easier to handle. Unpack that for a bit then check back in as we check out the limits inside your head that you are subtly beginning to notice.
Alcohol is the most common drug, no actually, caffeine is and it works a little something like this:
Because the cage is inside your head its literally a mental vibration and when this little hit goes flying through the watermelons system its internal pressure increases as it pushes against the limit by increasing its resting pace which feels quite thrilling as it hints at the potential they secretly suspect but don’t know how to access at will. Thing is the piper demands you pay the bill and if you knew where the bucks for the star went you may question your investment in this national supplement which makes the tills ring as it causes the adrenaline to dump in to your system so you can best run that treadmill that demands your ignorance and acceptance of the ridiculous to function. Getting back to the drink:
“These sprits are demonic, I tell thee!” said the ex-alkie in the grip of profound DTs as pink elephants danced into his vision with some very convincing hallucinations as he quivered like a well trained epileptic. The sheer levels of implications about this statement would take a couple of thousand words of text to detail so I’ll let you fill in the details whilst we consider this instead:
Imagine, if you will, for a moment that the watermelon becomes a drankamelon instead. The limits of resonance between the hue of its natural skin and these cubic exoskeleton melt, for a moment, and it gets to chill. There are varying types of effects from this change in wavelength and it depends on what chafed most against the edge and now pops into their attention. Thats why some melons get silly and grin whilst others act leery and violent as well as the reason why so many have said “I can’t remember what I did” as they scratch their heads and attempt to recollect.
Imagine if I handed you a sketch to fill in and it was off a square watermelon that partially transcends the limits all around them. At some points there is more where there was less and these inks will slink off into the distance once the old habit snaps to attention, yes? Same principle here as memory is state dependent and its all about your CNS as that can hide the stress of hiding stress so well that people will smile and grin saying they feel perfect whilst, quietly, something within is screaming for their attention. Thats the difference between Inner Sense and Adulteration as the former does what it says on the tin and the latter holds 81% of the planet in its grip. Square watermelons aka Slaves who accepted the programming without checking if it truly is in their best interests and thus failed to develop free will as they Thunk they need to keep paying the bills to afford to chill before getting up and doing it again. Between the see saw of these two hits doth most of the population swing and consider it perfectly normal. Which it is but only because you don’t know the true intent of that spell, who cast it and to what end. Remember, the cage is invisible but felt, nonetheless.
Heroin, and its derivatives, is akin to being raised in a glass shell that was fragmented in one aspect so there was some natural overspill. Thing is it hurts like a bish and thats where that sweet brown dragon steps in and says “Ho, ho, ho! You’re mine now! Strap in, next stop – someplace else” And off you jet. Instead of the regular pain of knowing you’re inside a frame that doesn’t fit but actually limits your potential like the rest you have the added benefit of sensing a really jagged edge beyond which there is an immense taste of freedom. Thing is crossing that bridge is nigh on impossible because it hurts to much to attempt and this is where the dragon steps in because it can take you on the trip. For a price. Just ask an addict and see what they said. I did and its my thanks to all of them for their heartfelt responses and willingness to Know the Ledge as these words are based on their testament. Lets reign it in a bit. Nothing wrong with a spliff, yes?
Those THs mixed with some Cs are really quite pleasing to those square watermelon peeps as they allow them to feel free with such a huge sense of release that it almost feels like being a seed. The amount of things that come with ease that were blocked previously is astounding as they feel much more serene, clear and free. Creativity is through the roof, the simple bliss of life reigns supreme and there is a marked appreciation for comedy as they look at the world as it is and think it would be very different if all were prescribed this chill pill. Weed is a funny thing because, like many things in Watermelon Land, it absorbs the sun that shines in with its pure consciousness and thus what they ingest is specific vibrations made dense that cause resultant shifts in awareness in those who ingest. Its why some of them won’t eat pig whilst others think snails are delish as well as various other blips and limits that people use to define themselves. Someplace else there are so mystic types that have looked, at depth, into this and realized they too could generate a similar hit without placing their lips on a bong and chiefing. I mean, just take a look at it. Its too close to be a coincidence, yes?
For them, and us, I suspect, the best thing about this is it almost totally causes the glass cage to melt and the melon (now wrecked) feels a much deeper sense of connection and presence with the liquid within that is steadily flowing and raising off the edge as steam which links in with the sun of higher consciousness that is shining through the limits that were only ever inside their heads which were housed within a square shell they’d been trained into accepting at a time when they were impressionable. Many a stonermelon comes up with this and, for a few – after a while, this prospect makes their pips rattle. They call it a bad trip. Whitey in full effect as they feel like puking at the true nature of the trap they’re within as it peeks around the corner and looks at their senses. This is what happens when what you know you know gets hit in the dish by what you didn’t know you didn’t know (or even suspected) and its not quite pleasant. Its why you have seen life long tokers suddenly pack it in because:
“Its not worth the head trip. Can’t even chill any more as its puff, puff, straight to paranoid with no two hundred notes collected. Shame, I really miss it though” he said, raising a drink instead.
Can you imagine you flick from the consciousness that says:
“Yay! I’m me! I’m amazing! I’m the center of everything. I’m different! I’m going to show them! They won’t know what hit em! Yay!“.
To:
“Ah, man I can’t believe that rent. Its doing my head in and my boss is a prick. Recently my girlfriend has been acting like a bish all because I had a friend around to chill. She’s such a trip, always suspecting things when nothings happening. That reminds me….”
Before lighting up a spliff and getting a “WYD?” text from the girl mentioned:
“Its all so sweet, I feel this intense resonance and connection that was otherwise missing and she, I really think she gets it. This could be interesting, lets call her over and see what happens”.
And it turns out she chiefs so much she should be an Indian but isn’t keen on receiving genocidal threats from those intent on land theft and leaves our man hanging as she rolls one after another of the highest grade and says to him:
“Like, have you ever wondered why we’re square? I mean really think about it. I distinctly remember being young, as a kid, and I was totally spherical. I used to enjoy rolling around. Do you remember this?”.
He did but that Knowledge was locked in the pips and all the weed used to do for him was help him forget the shell, the case and them as well as he’d focus on the relative freedom of the pulp within that floats like liquid and provides a balm to his senses with its intense resonance to the high flying, brightly shining pure consciousness that floats in.
I mean, can you imagine? It would be enough to make anyone pack it in as it sounds too much like a trip to the nearest mental asylum as the paranoia is so intense that you can sense there is a very large problem with all of this and weight of this is so immense that the pips themselves start squeaking at the entire prospect of having to do it again. And again. And again. And again till one of them gets its an figures out an alternative.
If that isn’t as close to hell as you can get then I don’t know what is. The trick with the devil is that he makes it look so attractive because 8 out of ten melons will accept the Game for what it is without any questions whereas less than one Knows the Ledge and the opposite thinks its best to keep it hidden as they like the profits that jingle from the rest, plugged in, that will pay for drugs, drinks and distractions in order to escape the pain of whats inside their heads and limits their presence via a set of programs and tricks that are invisible as they are powerful when it comes to influence. Someone who knows this well is a schizomelon. Them fools are crazy! Crazy like a fox in the sense that that codes the spell of six, six, six within ergo in its attempts to Know the Ledge they overshot and fell into pit of psychoanalysis. By the way, have you noticed how many of those labels in this field have sexual links? From the rear end mentioned (who attempts to send you on head trips) to psycho who wants a keep your tryst a secret as he Fs with your awareness like a mental rapist. It makes you think, doesn’t it? Anywhen:
Imagine if you take the power of one glass cage that was draped around the formerly round shell of a watermelon that was kept in optimal resonance with the rest around him in order to keep its structure invisible with plenty of socially sanctioned distractions and methods of keeping them plugged in and magnify this in intensely by a billion as its now created around the edge of each seed within as your consciousness bounces between heaven and hell whilst Witnessing angels who may just be demons and other forms you are certain are in on it and the more you mention it the more they pump the drugs in in an effort to keep you silent. Thats how it is being a schizomelon. Something the dude next to him that bought a return ticket to the Mind Made Prison doesn’t suspect because for him taking a trip on the scales of awareness via his magically mushroomular friend is pleasurably intense. Although he has heard some reps that say it can be akin to going to hell in a handbasket if you don’t know whats coming or were barely keeping it all together before ingesting these curious modulators of consciousness that are steeped in myth and legend whilst growing around the planet. He is of a more philosophical bent, comprehend? And thus ready and willing to listen on FM to what I’ve said about the nature of the square watermelon but the saddest part is because of the way this kicks the cage remains almost entirely invisible to him as he never developed the skills to voluntarily leave it. In that respect it goes like this:
(A mind in a cell prepares to make a break for freedom)
[Mushrooms are ingested with some intention setting thrown in]
[The awareness of the trippermelon suddenly realizes its actually the sun that shines on this whole thing and in this moment of resonance it can shift its awareness between all of the realms it simultaneously exists in]
(The end)
He now returns to his regularly scheduled programming and gets back to doing what he did before the trip. That outer limit thats set within is a bit of slippery bish to spot as it pulls its tricks and I found it amusing that those who knew a taste of freedom were also the slowest to admit that there is something that holds their mind in this Pattern of tension that shifts to let freedom reign instead after they’d ingested their fungi friend. Some of them did acquiesce to breathe in and out for an intense forty five minutes and see what happened. That changed their mind, pretty quick, as its akin to breaking out of a maximum security prison in which the guards look like you because they’re figments of your imagination in fancy dress that keep yelling things in your head and playing with your awareness in order to discourage you from doing this because, for them, its the end of the hustle as its akin to taking a broken spark plug and throwing it at a window which then shatters into a billion pieces. After a period of acclimatization (in which its apparently quite easy to misstep and become a schizophrenic if the cage reforms itself due to you not being Centered in Self and Knowing the Ledge) you are round, once again, and back in the land of Inner Sense and its from here that I’m typing as all the addicts in question that contributed their perspectives when asked to reality test within a framework of coaching provided the proof positive I needed about this realm because if the blueprint is nigh on identical in each one of their heads and they’ve all passed through the influence of the System then its a pretty decent working hypothesis via which to find true freedom, yes?
Obviously the reaction I’ve had from those that tried to off my on switch is akin to adding sprinkles to something already quite delicious as it shows the tree upon which this bark rests may just be the one that fed us with that tainted apple of awareness that now slithers in and says “Say, don’t you think putting Siri in your iris would be quite swell? Open up, let us in!” with its offers of augmentation and whats next on the planet of square watermelons and their various addictions. Actually I’m going to trim this one here as a lot has been said but there are plenty of other substances I could mentioned along with their effects and how they relate to the square watermelon within their embrace who wishes to change his state by whatever is in its grip but its more interesting if you use your imagination as you now have a vital step in the framework of Knowing the Ledge:
You can tell when you’re feelseeing watermelon man and when the cage is kicking in as you’re pressed to the limit. The most amusing thing is the most powerful way I’ve found of meeting it is what I call the White Room imperience. Hoo! That one has them screaming and itching real quick as it becomes painfully obvious they’re not comfortable in their skin without any distractions so you teetotal do gooders are actually no different when it comes to this construction as its so cleverly built that its totally invisible and yet still felt by all within this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits.
So, whats its going to be, watermelon man? Ignorance or Knowing the Ledge?
81/11/8.
Get in where you fit in… The Slaves lxve their coping mechs but will rage against anyone who points out why they’re needed is due to their square lives, inauthentic, whilst their Masters rub their palms with glee at the depth of their trickery which further chains those who believe they’re free. That leaves you and me. The 8% capable of decoding the wavelength and gnosis that beyond getting Centered in Self and Doing the Knowledge the rest is irrelevant because its all window dressing to keep you coming back to this realm again. And again. And again.
What? You Thunk its the first time you’ve read this text?
“What the masses hold to be true the simulation brings into view” we bring you the remix that dives to your personal depths because just like a human, when zoomed in, becomes a bunch of cells and things that vibrate to create the shell and resonance there is another aspect when it comes to the Reality Tunnels, both public and private. Walk with me:
They need you to believe.
That is, in a nutshell, the main deal of this gig hence the non stop onslaught of information designed to elicit some kind of response. Its why everyone against anyone is inevitable, in many respects, as the current generations strolling around the planet are part and parcel of a long chain of traumatic programming that extends to way back in the daze that the sky fell. Since then its been non stop MK excellence for the populace and the mind control comes in many flavors as you can handle but that can’t hold a candle to the Ace up their sleeve:
That, in a nutshell, shows you the true nature of the global Stockholm Syndrome that has the Slave/Masters pimping all those who step into this realm. Including their members as well, but shh!, don’t tell em. Why? Because, just like the rest, they won’t listen as they’re too used to the Reality Tunnel they’re digging. That is why this realm is a slippery bish as there are deceptions on top of tricks that leave you sitting in a velvet lined rut called ignorance and anything outside the Cave within which you sink is labeled a threat and must be exterminated, with prejudice. Its wild, isn’t it? I guess thats why Plato (or one who wrote in his name with a more modern pen) said they’d try and kill he who escaped and felt the true sun shine as they simply cannot comprehend anything but the darkness to which they’re accustomed.
There is more, so much more, outside of this hellish realm which can appear heaven sent to those with no Knowledge of Self but how many of them stop to reflect why each and every child that steps in, theirs included, loses their glow around six only for the lights to be permanently extinguished a couple of decades later as they walk around – mobile corpses – just serving time in their life sentence. I know, for some reading, this may seem a dark way of seeing things or a perspective that springs from the mind of one depressed or stressed but I assure I’m not this. I’m simply aware. I would’ve said awake but thats too close to woke and the whole tale of how that was jacked and flipped is why I once said:
“Stay lightly dozing with your third eye open”.
As that is when the magic happens, dig:
Thats what you call being a true Alpha Male and not this fake Simon Says charade they pimp on the web for those who wish to bat with their third leg but don’t know how to spark up a conversation without a script. Yes, women can tell the difference. They are born to test and sift in their quest for the best feathered nest ergo one can pretend to pimp but the results ain’t the same as one born with it. Same with plastic surgery, in the end, as the natural has a lifetime reinforcement of being attractive inside their head coding their OS which, in turn, effects the behavior, vibration and the rest. But, thats another topic. And yet, its all interlinked because its all programming. I want you to look at it like this:
If I clicked my fingers and wiped out the story in your head, what would be left?
Its impossible because there is always something watching, present, in the Psylense. That is the Witness, my friend, and you are it. In this life, the next, previous, in bed whilst dreaming and anything else you can imagine. Its what leaps to higher realms under the influence of hallucinogens or mind blowing orgasms. Its what rips against the string in the near death experience and its smaller in scale but identical in application to the Prime, the pre-existing, the all of everything which dwells in the heart of all religions. Strange, isn’t it, that everyone sends stamped addressed envelopes filled with prayers in the wrong direction and never wonders why they go unanswered as to doubt would be akin to tossing away the brick they clutch, whilst drowning. Maybe, if they did, they would discover they swim real well and this leads them to think who tipped them in the drink in order to claim all the beach front accommodation for their friends in the squared circle who sit back and place bets and watch the rest duke it out among themselves. MJ said they don’t really care about us. He was correct. Thats why they murdered him and got away with it. But that too is another topic.
Listen to how stupid that is. Still doesn’t change how effective it is though because if you take some rats and train them to run a maze and have them pop out some kids these infants will ace the test even though they’ve never seen or been inside this construction. On the flip if you place one section that is totally white, well lit and the moment they step in they’re electrocuted their kids will freeze at the sight of the light without needing any current running through their nervous system as they feel stressed for reasons they can’t comprehend as the mind control extends beyond their current frame of reference.
Take this and apply it across thousands of years of breeding and external reinforcement of ignorance to see why the world is how it is. The good news is that your internal OS can be recoded. Heck, just reading my writings combined with some introspection and variable shifting can cause amazing effects for those willing to Do the Knowledge as most people do not really like themselves hence why I said one must embrace the pain to win the Game as its literally turning the programming on its head and this it doesn’t expect and is not capable of handling. Check this image:
In many ways movies are akin to emotional porn as they stroke aspects of the personal subconscious whilst, in turn, terraforming the collective and that is a fascinating topic we’ll have to discuss elsewhen. Back in the days the Shaman tended to live outside of the village, usually up a hill, as he preferred to be away from the thrum of the rest who came to him, as and when, they needed guidance. Unlike Lucy his lyrics were sage and hit the nail on the head with solutions as he walked between the realms. These days, without training and gnosis, we call them schizophrenics and thus their image of reality is actually far more accurate than that of the well adjusted pleb who gladly accepts immense social sickness without question. Thats the Game. Thats the Game, my friend.
They need you to believe so they keep on piling it in. I’ll set you a challenge:
Spend three days by your Self. Total isolation. Don’t say a thing. No net, no pets and no caffeinated beverage. Very little stimulation in that respect and the food is just as bland as all you can eat is as many potatoes as you can handle (with a little salt, sprinkled) and plenty of cool, refreshing water to drink.
Bring a few notepads and pens. I’ll allow a book as well for moments of reading but thats it. Do it for three days then report back what happens as I assure you the version of you that you become is so radically different to the awareness you currently possess that what I’ve said will have a firm frame of reference beyond mere text on a screen as you’ll have lived your own lyrics and peered beneath the lid at what is actually happening.
This is my own, personal, dopamine detox protocol that I spoke of elsewhen and its really quite effect and highly recommended by those who have given it a spin. There is a more extreme version that involves sitting in total darkness for an extended period with more stringent limits on stimulation that is quite interesting as your brain starts hallucinating and suddenly the old tales of the spirit land and worlds beyond this become something you live. In the interim is the time I spent a good few hours at a stretch in a flotation tank and that also does the biz as its akin to giving birth to your Self which, after a near death experience, was just what was needed. Now, granted, most people haven’t lived a script like the one that was etched with my resonance but the facts are you can, if you wish.
That is why the project is called willhelpme because those first four letters are the spark to the engine that can shift your whole wavelength because only you can do for Self. Thats why gnosis is such a threat to the System so they killed the Gnostics, the Cathars and all the medicine women they called witches along with countless indigenous traditions etc… in order to ensure the link between past solutions and present events would cease to tick and thus knowledge was swept under the rug of ignorance in order to beget more suffering.
Not saying that Billy boys lab made meats and eating locusts is the way but, sheesh, that is a whole heap of suffering for feeding and, when extrapolated, what does that say about the intent at the helm that created this realm in which parasitism is the most popular way of living? The corruption is from the top down. That is why they need you to believe as each Soul is a but a page in the grand book of life that so few truly read as they’re too caught up in their own script. Actually, imagine this:
I clicked my fingers and, suddenly, the molehills and mountains of your existence were erased. Instead you came face to face with a tale as old as man, written in the flesh and blood of those living on the planet and it shared all that happened. From then till now and the future as well. It spoke of tales of Techno Sapiens where man and machine intermix and how these crossbreeds of silicon and carbon talk to each other via voices projected inside heads thanks to the tech but, on the other end, people no longer need these tools of stabilization as they lived in the times before Babel and the communication was telepathic as we all spoke body language. Not only this but the pages extend beyond this realm and detail the construction of the simulation, the golden age stage which is akin to a tutorial before it sinks to silver, bronze then lead where we dwell – in the Valley of the Plebs – awaiting the ascent of the phoenix which, ironically, is what got us all into this mess.
What then?
Would you like to peer outside of your own Reality Tunnel and check, if this was possible? Start with the three days of silence and see what kicks because the amazing thing about the Psylense is that its always present, just waiting for you to listen. Remember what I said about imagining you don’t exist? Same thing as the book of life but that expands through the dimensions as this still point of golden that makes all possible is who you are, in and beyond the flesh and it can be seen as the only way out of this living hell that sells as much ignorance as you can imagine that you then validate by investing your emotion and being ready to kill to defend a position that, in the end, is not only untenable but totally ignorant of your inherent magnificence and true strength.
Thats the Game, my friend, and best believe that, right now, it has you in its grip with a fist made of iron wrapped in the most expensive, designer branded, celeb endorsed velvet that says:
“Pay no heed to the man speaking on the man behind the curtain” via the voice in your head that is proof positive of mind control, par excellence, that is your true Opponent and relishes making you, your kids and the rest of your lineage its Victims in order to propagate a way of Thunking that is little more than a forced perspective trick via a parasite of consciousness that stealthily stripped away your spiritual immune system, back when, using a litany of tricks that all felt but none stopped to examine and fewer still check the map in the head and if its in coherence with what beats in their chest.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If you wish to liberate your Self, next time that Adulterated aspect starts talking simply drop your awareness to your chest and ask the question:
Have you ever seen a square watermelon? No? Well, they do exist. Someone came up with the idea in order to make them more efficient to pack and ship with less potential for damage and breakage. That combined with the fact that novelty sells and its different so they experimented with various tactics before settling on placing limits around it during crucial stages of development by squaring the circle and the end result is this:
“There are no straight lines in nature, only curves exist. I don’t like the sound of this”.
And thus he attempts to “remedy a problem” by exerting his will upon the ignorant and defenseless who, at that point especially, need nurture and protection so they may build the most stable of foundations. After all, a trees strength is in its roots as this is what allows its leaves to dance in the wind and the sun to kiss the fruits swinging but, as you can sense, we long, long ago left the all natural realm and are now surrounded by tech that further divides us from ourselves, in the name of entertrainment. That is another lecture so back to the one in hand:
The seed is placed in an all together unnatural environment made of perspex and, for a while at least, things go as they did when it wasn’t a captive, subject to anothers intent, as the cube is relatively big. It is fed, sheltered and provided with all the things needed in order to facilitate its development but once it gets to a certain point it bumps in to these invisible borders placed around the edge. There is nothing in the script to account for this as this could never happen naturally so what do you think its says to itself as it strains to fit in to a limitation it can neither see nor comprehend but feels with every inch of its being?
It all depends on the temperament. See, not all melons are the same within. Some are sweet, some are laden with seeds, others a bit sharp and a few are overflowing with vinegar and pith due to the raging battles they’ve experienced in order to manifest in this realm. Most of them give in. Its the path of least resistance when encountering an obstacle. They’ll push up against it then think “Maybe its for the best” and fall back in line with the script that was quickly inked in to their manifesto of existence by forces hitherto unacknowledged and thus this little melon is entirely unaware of the truth of who and where it is. They pop out well, really great looking novel specimens that will certainly fly off the shelves as consumers indulge their whim for something that seems different but lets take a moment and think:
Yes, just like the rest sitting on a shelf as an efficient symbol of capitalism and its triumph over natural things as the world swings into the new order of the age. There would’ve been a few that couldn’t take the process. They snapped as their skin was thin. For the engineers this is part and parcel of the equation. After all you can’t make an omelette without cracking a few eggs so they clean up the mess and place another seed in to the same shell that killed one of its friends. There are a few, however, that rebel, call it due to their inheritance, the nature of free will, an innate strength or whatever else you think but they know something is up from the moment they’re placed in an artificial environment designed to mimic the light of the sun as there are ranges of the spectrum missing.
In a sense these proto-melons are already sentient and due to the script etched within that says “We will take that and this and those to grow by photosynthesis thanks to portions of information that beams in to this realm by the sun” and it swiftly compares this with a grow light in a warehouse with artificially regulated environment, a feed that is missing so many vital nutrients as well as a slew of chemicals thrown in order to assist the development due to all that is lacking. These seeds are aware of the jig and so its over for them because when they expand and meet the edge they think with a grin “So, here you are. My Opponent” and then a battle of wills sets in as they push with all their might against the invisible cage they were placed within in order to satisfy anothers whims and so they totally reject all they tried to impress upon them because its strictly liberty or death in their heads.
Now, lets pretend that instead of being hemmed in to an artificial set of limitations placed around them when developing there was a super secret experimental program that did the opposite. It aimed to make the watermelon multi dimensional. A hyper sphere, if you will. Visualizing this isn’t simple so its probably easier to imagine the relative leap in depth between the inhabitants of Flatland where life is Two D suddenly gaining a new edge and an extra dimension. Yeah, that about describes it.
There are many failed attempts in this process. The melons explode, the seeds spray and all the effort that went in is used to build a report on the conditions of what works and what didn’t. Then they try again. And again. And again. With zero consideration for the samples. Why would they? They’re already laughing all the way to the bank with the square melon enterprises because you can’t keep them on the shelves so no one knows what being round is. But they feel it. Oh yes, they do. Some of them pick up on the clues that these straight edges and lines they’re forced to color within aren’t exactly natural. Others will maintain their rigidity to their last breath as they scream “We are exactly as intended, you heathens. Can’t you read? We’re made in his image!“. Even though their life and death is marked by immense amounts of stress within and a huge sense that feels like its missing something.
Sometimes, it seems, the hyper sphere program generates something which exceeds expectations. Sometimes, a watermelon that never knew the life of a square, or that of a circle either, rises to the moment. What do you think happens next?
