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We are told not to cross bridges till we come to them and, much like most commonly held wisdom, this is a huge load of BS because those who control this realm crossed them in their imagination far ahead of the plebs and then directed them to build them.

This is the power of intention and if you aren’t using your own you are most certainly a pliant pawn in the plans of those invested in the protection and elevation of their own kith and kin as you and yours hold them overhead and allow them to trample upon your dreams, wishes and potential. That is the the true state of play in the Game at the moment and you, you’re so invested in the charade that you thank them for the rain as they walk overhead and urinate. Its why the wise man says “The most powerful tool in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed” and things like Stockholm Syndrome bear witness to this process so heed what is said when I state your mind is behind enemy lines and is holding the potential of your awareness hostage by means of an elegant trick designed to divide you from with and which is perpetuated by you voluntarily engaging in the murder of your Self and its potential.

The way it stands you came to Earth to serve out a life sentence. This explains nicely why the good die young as they get early release for good behavior and why the wicked run amok with no checks and balances. Imagine its your first time on the yard with hardened criminals serving triple life sentences. That means they can die, be reborn, die again and still be in the pen. Crazy, isn’t it? You best tool up, slick, otherwise you’ll become someones bish and that will make the time inside go even slower and the process so much more torturous so you shape a weapon quick. Finding a sharp piece of metal you tape it to a stick, hoping never to need to use it but reassured by its presence as its better to have it and not need it than be sitting there like an egg if the situation is flipped and you come face to face with bad intent.

Thing is that does happen, in ways far more subtle than someone trying to attempt the blatant disrespect of snatching food of your tray to entice you to retaliate. In the day to day it can be that ex who took you for a ride and played with your emotions by building fairytale castles in your head that you bought into and moved in as they rinsed through your savings and then vanished into the wind, leaving you heartbroken and cursing “Why? Why is the world like this?”. This pain turned to vengeance that you nurse within your breath as you hate them more than you like yourself and thus earthbound experience weighs upon your Witness as it attempts to step out of this realm and find the exit. Ever been to one of those gyms that have twenty four hour access by using biometrics? They work a little like this:

You step in to the usually revolving cubicle after scanning your card of access that unlocks the door to this contraption. Once in the pressure sensors in the floor, as well as the laser shining down on your head, come together and compare their inputs with what is recorded and contrast this to what is standing there waiting to get in. This is done to ensure that the one who pays the membership is the same as he who uses it as opposed to the old trick of one person coughing up and the entire team clocking in. In the not too distant when barcodes are switched to the modern RFID equivalent you’ll be doing all of your shopping like this in a world bathed in SevenG signals. Actually, lets divert to the near future for a moment and take a glimpse:

Your credit card is on your hip, tucked away in its wallet and as you walk through the smart gates installed at your favorite shopping emporium (where you have just been self driven at two AM by your autonomous vehicle to indulge a sweet tooth whim after a night of indulgence). As you step through the gates the face, weight and height algorithm kicks in and cross references your card with your social standing, available funds and the rest as it decides to set the priority of monitoring your actions as you stroll around the establishment. Say if you’ve previously done some criminal things or just aren’t liked by the System the flag will be red and be prioritized for human as opposed to AI observation as there are those who exist still solely in order to try and get one over as they find increasingly cleverer and clever loop holes due to the ingenuity that comes with possessing a Soul that, on some level, intuits the nature of the Game they’re in.

If you’re just a regular, honest person that falls within the accepted levels of tolerance then the regular low power processing kicks in and the databanks of the centralized business with its stock operation and fulfillment teams of algorithmic machinery notice you as a blip, walking around picking up that and this. Each item you select is automatically added up and once you’re done you simply walk off the premises. Thats it. As you can imagine in this future they’re building crime of the small variety is almost nil as there is no way to escape the ever present eyes of the System. Yet and still, many do attempt because that rebellious spirit is within, no matter how much they tried to eradicate it. Getting back to the current moment and the harbinger of this tech that is used in so many gymnasiums and the like in a far more primitive sense:

Imagine the selfsame thing exists as the entrance and exit of the Game you’re within. Not for nothing during the times of the Old Kingdom was it impressed upon the awareness of all within that at the moment of death ones Soul is placed on the scales and must balance against a feather in order to gain exit. Ergo, you came with nothing and must retain all of it with no excess to transcend. If you don’t? Like that girl who was taken for the ride of her life by one who means one thing and says something else to play with her awareness for his own benefit and carried this hot coal of bitterness all the way from back then to her death. To her, what happens? Imagine the sound of a Redneck “You best bring that back from where you done got it” because there is but a finite amount of energy in this engineered realm. You can play with it as much as you want whilst on the premises but to leave with it is unthinkable and thus you’ll be sent in on a mission of reincarnation.

Thing is this time you’re already born with this nagging sense of mistrust about this realm that you can’t quite place and don’t even attempt to question as you’re too busy being brainwashed by the System. Again. You may fall for the exact same thing again, due to priming, and thus accrue yet more spiritual baggage for which you’ll be turned away again. How many times do you think you’ve read this text because I’m certain you’ve grasped the implications of this on a plane far beyond your intellect that instantly comprehends the logic and veracity of what I’ve said. Some, after a while, catch on and think “Wait a minute” and its often something as commonplace as deja vu which allows them to gasp as they grasp the true meaning of “coincidence” with the universe winking at them asking them to look within and spot the rhyme behind the reason. After that all bets are off and the Game is on because its true nature is revealed and thus you aim to jettison all that is not Me in its purest sense. Along the way as you pick over the Patterns of energetic imprints that were impressed into your awareness in lives both current and previous along with future as well (Time is flat circle when seen from the fourth dimension because all that ever could happen in this realm does in one instance hence all the spiritual references to snakes and worms to those disconnected from their multidimensional magnificence at this stage and level of the Game).

As you sift the pure milk of Inner Sense from the polluted waters of the System that Adulterated it, time and again, you automatically start questioning the narrative of everything – just like the child you were and still are once did. Funny, isn’t it? Just like the Emperor who was actually naked the unfiltered awareness and expression of the children poses the greatest threat and that is why its slaughtered so quick as parents line up to feed their kids to the System in an old form of sacrifice dressed in a new skin and surrounded by a fresh narrative as the Current Thing which demands obedience to progress in this realm.

See what I mean about them imagining bridges that they than have you build so you end up exactly where they intend? Ah, there is beauty in its ugliness. I’ve got to hand it to them as its so efficient that even the Germans would be impressed. Maybe that is why they were searching around the icecaps before being paperclipped and why both regimes actually operate under the same symbols and intent but those caught up in the jingo don’t realize the nature of the trick. Another topic, we may get into this as we progress.

None of this is possible without your consent, on some level, and acceptance of what they’re selling. Its a fantastic way to exploit the process of free will by flipping it into free won’t instead as you’re offered a double bind situation designed to engender weakness akin to “Heads, I win. Tales, you lose” so no matter what you pick you get the short end of the stick that prods you along to the place they always intend. Ah, its so sinfully wicked and yet entirely optional and thus their own Souls don’t gain a thing. Not that they possess them, they long ago pledged them to other interests in exchange for lineal control and influence in this realm aka those who walk above the law and urinate on your head. Thats also a far deeper topic and one that also hasn’t been hidden if you aren’t symbolically illiterate as they literally have a sign with the painting of the devil under which is written “I’m rocking with him, what you gonna do about it?”. You’ll see and when you do you’ll get exactly what I meaning about the true nature of the Game, at least on this level. I can’t speak for the rest because they think so different.

Imagine a time on this planet when people saw others as aspects of themselves. This is why so many old cultures bowed their head in respect at meetings as they acknowledged that which was pure within. Can you imagine anyone with this kind of thinking stealing or trespassing? It would be pointless because they comprehend they are doing it to themselves. Not only was life on Earth far more pleasant due to this resonance it also means that when you stepped to the exit and all was present and correct you could choose, of your own free will and not some cheap trick of influence, to step back in for another spin or be on with your adventures beyond this realm of limitation where you came to play hide and seek with your awareness. Proofs of this are strewn through the true history of the planet which they relegate to folklore and myth whilst they propagate a narrative designed to glorify their ancestors as you direct your attention at them. Consider:

You have no clue who your grandparents grandparents were or what they witnessed but I bet you could name loads of others that have no direct link due to how much they’ve been pushed into your head since you were a kid and very impressionable. The people who cross these bridges in their imagination of whom I’m speaking are an immense family in the sense that they have cousins, brothers and sisters across all the pretend boundaries of religion, language and race. They know this well and the only thing they hate more than each other are their Slaves. Thing is they are quick to come together in solidarity should anyone choose to attack them as they know the odds are stacked firmly against their limited numbers so they rely on slick little tricks like a brainwashed populace that would happily die to protect them as they think they’re invested in something else which purportedly strengthens them but actually weakens instead. Its all very slick, clever and twisted and may seem complicated from the outside looking in when just glancing but once you start loosening the knots and feeling the familiar newness innocence brings the phrase “light as a feather” takes on a new meaning as you see through the chancery that defines the lives of those roped into living and thinking in ways that encourage their ignorance of Self and thus aren’t in their best interests when it comes to exiting the Game and enjoying the rest of what is on offer in higher dimensions beyond this paltry, epheremal experience replete with suffering.

So take a look around at all of these bridges I’ve erected in your head thanks to the power of text and imagination and consider the implications of the many threads that were thrown together and weave your own narrative. Compare and contrast this to your experience, intuition and gut feeling about this realm and see what makes the most sense because all I can offer you is the truth as I’ve seen it because I, like you, am stuck in the flesh for the moment. The difference is I’ve been working on escape for as long as I can recollect and have brushed up against the Slave Masters more than a little bit and each interaction gifts me with more and more insight into them and the nature of this realm and this I’m sharing to assist those who’ve had enough of the business of living and being a commodity that generates so many streams of dividends that it would make your head spin because the one who built those biometric doors to enter and exit certainly didn’t make the rest obvious and that speaks clearly of his intent as well as what is important when it comes to leaving this living artwork we’re trapped in.

Till we meet again

To a casual onlooker it may seem that I not only diss but am dismissive of religion. That isn’t entirely correct because, once again, it comes down to resolution. For example, check what I said about my perspective on Jesus being crucified on the hill and see if you catch my drift as its my firm belief that every single scriptural text in this realm is encoded with several layers of meaning. In many ways there are levels to this which are akin to the solid, liquid and gas transition or, if we flip, you could imagine a cloud floating overhead that looks at a stream, flowing, and the glacier that is created.

Do you think the chunk of ice could contemplate such things at such a dense state of vibration or would that realization be nigh on impossible? Thats the difference between religion, spirituality and gnosis to me because the former introduces concepts beyond this realm in a way which is akin to training wheels for those attempting cycling whilst the next is akin to the “Look Ma, watch this!” as you gain confidence and explore the concepts in a tangible sense versus academic concepts. Beyond this hill is where one truly develops wings and sips the nectar of gnosis which renders the past two as irrelevant and outmoded or, to continue the meta, where you do supercool tricks like this with an effortless precision which is nigh on impossible to those still wobbling along gaining balance:

As you can probably guess there is an immense sense of thrill that this mastery begets but its also the reason why such Souls are, traditionally, classed and infidels and often shunned by the rest as the main problem I have with religion is that is, first and foremost, a business and second, a control mechanism. Slipping these surly chains that promise freedom can take many incarnations but eventually the Soul clicks the trick and chooses different options which then reveals the script as life is a hierarchy of scams, nested. What? You Thunk it ends at death? Guess again, my friend, because if you’ve spent your entire life coloring in between the lines, pre-set, and never, ever dared spill ink upon a blank canvas then what do you expect to get when you come face to faceless with your ignorance, unexamined, that is then used as a weapon to lure you back into the flesh for another spin? Thats the 8 billion Soul question, yes? And yet, who lives to tell the tale of a brush with death? Well, it just so happens…

Did you know that, way back when, there were an elect sect of folk known as the Gnostics and they sketched out a template to higher realms in their quest for liberation? They were, as you’d expect, killed for daring to go against those who preach spiritual by lips but actually crave power and influence via fists as they enforce their iron grip on the hearts and minds of their congregation. In many ways modern life is akin to two wolves and a sheep debating on what to eat next but thats another topic.

They weren’t the only ones who spoke of the trials and travails the weary Soul faces after death as both the Egyptians and Tibetans penned their own discourses about it as well as countless myths and legends from all corners of the planet. Things like this along with a glimpse at the world how it is really makes me question the intent of who (or what) is at the helm because I once met what can only be termed as spiritual relatives in an altered state of consciousness and how they wept at that fact that my unfinite awareness was wrapped in skin but also they celebrated at the fact that I realized this and was on my quest for liberation. Thats the difference between religion, spirituality and gnosis in the most practical sense because one is akin to a detailed recipe which brings an insane amount of information of what you may one day be tasting whereas the next involves actually doing for Self in the kitchen and using the ingredients you possess with your current level of skill. The latter is becoming a chef that goes above and beyond the rest and, in the end, there is a reason why they use an omelette as the test because (like drawing a perfect circle) the simplest things are often the hardest and that brings us nicely to the paradox of living in which the ignorance they sell for free is most expensive, in the end, whereas the lonely path of Self development brings ultimate resonance with the all of everything.

Look around at the world. 8 billion living hostages. Most of whom are firmly convinced they are human and they believe, one hundred percent, the script in their head and what it says. Anyone who disagrees or asks a tough question is, by default, an infidel and thus must be dealt with. Taking it back to the meta you see this mindset as ice scared of melting that can’t wait to speed freeze their children into the same resonance as they hear tales of flowing liquid whilst ignoring the fact their seed possesses this an abundance upon stepping in. They say the danger with blindspots is exactly what they promise but what if, like your optic nerve, that point is what actually provides vision but the image is then flipped, edited and re-presented to your consciousness? Actually, thats a great bit:

What remains constant from one life to the next or, if you don’t believe in reincarnation, is the same when you’re asleep in bed or sitting in the office? Its a state I call the Witness. As the name suggests this resonance just observes and, like a dog, it innerstands plenty even though its communication is limited. Such is the nature of the trick called being human because the more time you spend getting familiar with its frequency the quicker the deception of reality starts failing as its a real life glitch in the Matrix. I mean, did you ever have to write lines as punishment back in school? I know I did and even after pointing out to Miss that requesting I push the pen to state:

“I will not backchat the teacher“.

Was telling me to do exactly this hence her face turning beet red when I asked her not to imagine a yellow elephant as proof positive that negative assertions do the flip and thus she was, in effect, responsible for the genesis of a nemesis via her own ignorance. School is really, really strange isn’t it? I mean you don’t need to teach a fish to swim or a bird to flap its wings but humans must be molded and shaped via methods that created nothing but misery for most of them in order to fit in to a creation that most certainly isn’t natural and doesn’t have their best interests beating in the void of its chest. That too is another topic but one that is Self evident to one filled with Inner Sense because there is obviously something quite incorrect about this sketch and the worst thing is those who did will say I’m the problem for noticing! Ironic.

The difference between religion, spirituality and gnosis is reflected within the age of your Soul because whilst donkeys may live to be a ripe old age it doesn’t mean wisdom is standard equipment and yet I firmly believe that every single child that steps into this realm is a genius in potential. Then its trained out of them and they are told to sit still, look ahead and do well on the test or their parents will frown and this causes them to feel dejected. See how slick and evil that trick is and how what sits in the middle pimps both ends of the spectrum? Thats religion.

Spirituality is the breaking of these chains by daring to look within, study other scripts, find what is common and difference then reality testing the perspectives to see what fits. You are, in effect, removing an off the peg fit in a quest for something you, your Self, tailor. These days many do this with chemical assists and, sad to say, they’re engaging in little more than psychedelic masturbation. Why do I say this? Simple, a great boxing trainer once expressed an amazing metaphor about punching and protecting your dish like stealing apples from your opponent:

“It doesn’t count till you bring it back to your lips because he’s trying to do the same thing”.

The same goes for meditation as well as yoga and various other practices as there are plenty faking the funk and yet still possess countless followers trying to emulate them. Lipstick spirituality and saying what you want to hear is a big grift and extension of the original shell Game mentioned as we live in a world of sixty second that and instant this whereas I know there are no shortcuts, only circumcisions. The true adept is, quite literally, declaring war on his (false) self and this can involve a billion and one things and various methods to achieve this end. Let me give you a starter for eleven:

• Start using your non dominant hand for everything, notice what happens.
• Change all of your eating habits so if its veg from incep then tuck into some flesh for a specific time period and record your shifts in awareness.
• If you drink, embrace sobriety down to the level of no sugar or even a cup of tea and other stimulants.
• Disconnect from the net and all things electronic.
• Notice what does the noticing and see if you noticed you are it in all of these experiments.
• If you sex, frequently, try celibacy. Flip if the diff and that itself can present a massive challenge as you come face to face with invisible blockages in your lower energetic centers that you otherwise would never have addressed and instead dressed in coping mechanisms.
• Argue the opposite point of what you believe and see if you can convince your Self its a worthy topic to investigate at length.

A lot of these, when implemented, show you there are other options outside of the well worn groove in your head but the thing is with a familiar devil who knows you best its hard to escape the clutch of a force so seductive that it can lull you into an altered state of consciousness that is then enforced by society, friends and family who chant “One of us! One of us!” most dedicatedly. Actually, thats a great topic because you’ll often note that should you dare to edit or even flip the script you generate an immense sense of discomfort in those still plugged in to the old way of doing things hence the:

“You used to be such a good boy“.

Trend of conversation as that is the System speaking via their lips and each Soul on the quest for liberation is a threat to its hegemony. Say, isn’t it interesting how that spell combines the imagery of fences and currency? What if reality was akin to running a maze made of such things and the simplest way to escape a labyrinth is to place one hand on the wall and simply keep walking. The very act of being grounded, present and persistent can produce miracles and those three are the exact opposite of what the web and modern life is promoting which is another topic for consideration as tadpoles born to frogs held hostage think swimming around in bowls that are heated in kitchens is perfectly normal. That rite, alone, tells you all you need to know about the intelligence at the helm that gets paid, real well, from making the smart, stupid. I mean, have you ever noticed that the more educated a man is the less potential he has for any truly creative or original thinking due to the fact that he’s spent a lifetime getting patted on his head for regurgitating what someone else said and another expected? Its a very, very strange paradigm and one that makes many uncomfortable when examined as it suggests they have, somehow, been fooled, tricked and hoodwinked. Most will never admit this, not even to themselves and this is why certain scams work so well as people will keep recruiting others into the shady pyramid or trapezoid because they want to be rich/powerful/spiritually correct:

They say the older the trick, the better it is because most won’t believe so many have fell for something so ancient and simple. Do you know what a Reality Tunnel is? You should, you’re in one at the moment. This leads us back to the Witness. The I Am presence. The “None come to Father than through I” as well as “We are closer to thee than your jugular vein” made flesh. You are this, my friend, and it can only be truly accessed in the present moment but that gift is often wrapped in paper laced with fear and dread which is what those at the helm know best as its all traumatic mind control programming since back when the sky fell and people all around the planet etched petroglyphs like this for no apparent reason:

In related news, here’s Apu:

Don’t you think its interesting that they nixed one of the few melated faces from this series at the behest of a few digital crickets that were loudly chirping that they found his presence offensive? Consider the fact that he either graduated at the head of Caltech (thats the Calcutta Technical Institute. What? Expect something else?) or attended MIT (Mumbai Institute of Tantric Sex) and used the proceeds of a card scam to get fake SAT scores that led to him landing in Springfield where he retails convenience to the locals for profit.

“Thank you, come again!”.

I mean, isn’t that what the vast majority of brown skins gone West did, in some respect? The fact that there was a stereotype that addressed this, and well, on mainstream television along with showing the hours he puts in to keep his wife and kids fed along with various other details was reduced to:

“Me, Brown. Apu bad. Make me mad!” (shakes fist).

And had corporates cowering shows the nature of resolution that I mentioned as it took something far more subtle and then used a sledgehammer to nutcrack it. I mention this as most religious discussion and online commentary in general follows the same premise and thus its rife with manipulation. I mean, did you know the net is packed with bots and all of them are designed to push a narrative that encourages group think and subtle forms of coercion that are helped along with other tricks of reality shaping in which most never, ever step outside their bubble and consider it perfect? Thats the equivalent of religion, in a sense. Spirituality comes from those who actually engage in real life discussions or active mooting in the flesh as well as arguing devils advocate because, why the hell not? Next comes the step of gnosis in which one comprehends there is only one universal consciousness that manifests as the Witness which is each persons own wavelength and portal of awareness as they click they have never met a stranger in this realm (or touched an atom) as they merely interact with figments of their imagination that are projected from within and how, without them, none of this exists as its their attention that causes waves of potential to collapse and seem solid.

Resolution is the key to all of this and its amazing because, on this level, we have those who have the potential for liberation mixed in with with literal NPCs in the sense that they are missing the mothership connection which is not to dis them but to mention that not everything that walks in the skin in truly human as there are plenty, usually in positions of power, that demonstrate this real well but thats an immense topic and it leads back, yet again, to the image at the head of this article along with an interesting observation gained, back when, as I pushed the pen in after school punishment:

After a while of writing the same thing again the words stopped having any form of meaning. They literally fell apart on the page and all I ascribed to these symbols of text was, seemingly, wiped from my consciousness and, in its stead, was a totally different and greatly expanded state of awareness that appeared to dwell beneath the surface. This became the highlight of said sessions and I couldn’t wait to get familiar with this essence and that, in many respects, was when I first met the Witness so I guess I did learn something from school.

Just not what they intended.

Till we meet again

What is more powerful? The visible or invisible? Sound or silence? Gross or subtle?

Well? What did you pick? If you went with the former on all three choices then you probably Thunk like a materialist but if your selection was toward the other end then you may just be capable of hearing the Psylense that underpins all of this as that is your true point of origin and thus a place we never left. It may sound metaphysic but I assure you it can be felt and when it clicks its like the Princess and Pea, flipped, as you realize the true nature of coping mechs is to make sweet lies palatable as your greatest strength was hidden beneath layers of dread and conditioning. But, I’m getting aheart of the plan so lets step back for a sec as we ponder about the gross and subtle.

The chunky, by its very nature is rough, ready and close at hand. You can think of it like bricks of sand that were baked and formed in arid lands using compression and the rest. Sure, its great to build something to rest your head and protect from the elements but, after a while, man tends to become the hostage of what he lives within and those never stops to wonder about the nature of the construction, its intent and what is hidden on the subtle level. On the flip we have the natural philosopher (called so as he is powered by intuition that springs from within) who sits on the beach and feels the grains flit through the tips of his fingers. As you can tell the relative resolution between both of these is quite different, yes? Even though they’re both playing with the same elements.

If you zoom out a bit you’ll click why modern man is instructed to run the psychosocial treadmill and sing the hymn of “Work, buy, consume, die” from the moment they step in till they dip as they believe the program poured in their head via the System which offers bricks of Thunk that never, ever mention what went in to make it happen. In many respects the people we class as primitive were far more advanced than us with our tech as they were in tune with subtle elements whereas modern man walks around wearing welders mitts and never questions why he can’t feel a thing even though he wasn’t born like this. Its a very, very strange state of affairs and I get why isolation is a vital aspect of enlightenment now because of crowd resonance and fields of influence that sing:

“One of us, one of us!” underneath their breath with each step.

Those who go against the grain are rejected or excommunicated and thus we have swathes of people well adjusted to a mass social sickness that is held above question. Thats the true Matrix. The world within a world the Slave/Masters spin and the single greatest deception is also the most subtle. If I were to ask you, now, who the most powerful person on the planet is – what would you pick? A name? A title? A reference? How many would select their Self?

Really stop and ponder about what I just said before continuing as it shall pay dividends when it comes to unravelling your programming as many have seen the code that was dropped over their eyelids to create a state of numbness I call Adulteration when they get hit with this:

You are the most powerful person on the planet.

Heck you are the most powerful person in the solar system, dimension and rest because without you here, now, none of this happens. Why? Because it all plays out inside your awareness.

I know, I know. Some peep Game whilst blind men can’t see it. Funny thing is, within that script, the old one eyed is king but what if a young Prince strolls up with the third, inside, blazing? Who knows? It will be interesting to see what kicks, yes? The Observer Effect proves what I said and the fact that each night in bed your mind stitches together worlds so convincing that you don’t click they’re an illusion is proof positive for what I said because even when its suppressed the all of everything is present. This is why its vital to become Centered in Self because without that these are just mere words I’m talking and not a felt sense you can rep from a place within. This is, in part, the great deception of religion as it promises this deliverance but has you sending stamped addressed envelopes some place else and wondering why you never get the answers you’re seeking. In other words:

“Know ye not that ye are gods?“.

I guess not by looking around the Valley of the Plebs. Its why the Warrior forges his crown from the raw metal he digs from the depths of ignorance in the quest for wisdom called Knowing the Ledge and this is then refined and shaped before he places it pon head as none but thee can make your Self as true power isn’t given but taken in this realm. Those that don’t comprehend are little more than living hostages with a particular form of Stockholm Syndrome that will see them take arms and fight with anyone who dares suggest they are actually powerful and perfect. Even though every single kid that steps in Knows this fine well, without education or institutions, until this gnosis is threatened, beaten or cajoled out of them as they acquiesce to fit in in exchange for food, shelter and affection.

Can you see how slick the mind Game is that has but one intent:

To make you your own Opponent and then convince you you’re the voice in your head whilst missing the most Self evident thing.

You can’t be. You are that which listens. The gross and the subtle aka upping your resolution. Many of you may possess a brand new, shiny Four-K TV set but I’d willing to bet your inner vision runs on the equivalent of an old, analog, black and white, static filled screen with one speaker, barely functioning, that mangles the divine transmission that is your Inner Sense. We call this state Adulteration. 81% of the world is in its grip wearing an off the peg false equivalent of consciousness they Thunk is them whilst 11% are properly stitched in a custom tailored fit that uses the same principles of trauma programming and devious intent along with some handy, dandy camera tricks to make them believe they’re getting ahead when, in the end, they’re simply running a higher octave of the treadmill as the one to whom they genuflect simply does not have the truth within him. That leaves 8% who are actively deprogramming themselves to ascend as they optimize their alignment with the subtle that has many names and labels but I prefer Psylense as it does just this for its feltsense is perceived from within once you can generate a state of quiet coherence after kicking out the pretender to the realm who once sat in your head as you move your consciousness back to the chest – aka the fount of Inner Sense – and pick apart the bricks to examine the sand within and notice the whole universe nestles inside of it as the fractal nature of consciousness becomes Self evident.

Then, and only then, can you truly claim to be playing the Game as the rest are simply getting played by it, from one life to the next. That is how vital Knowledge of Self is because a Prince can slip out of the gate, in fancy dress, to mingle with the common people but what if he forgets his role, his station and calling and starts living with them? If that were you, wouldn’t you like to shake off the weak daze and claim your inheritance or would the allure of ignorance and the comfort of the predictable in the life you built have its own appeal you couldn’t imagine forsaking?

See why I’ve said that spiritual development is a solo sport, in the end? Rare is the man married to a woman that is capable of awakening at the same pace. Thats why Buddha walked out of the gates and left a child alimony case as a dead beat dad because its always been this way. Many, by now, are trapped in the Game and thus they refuse to change as they state:

“Well, it ain’t that bad. I’m pretty lucky, overall. It sounds good and stuff but I can’t be arsed to turn the tables and declare war on my (false) self as its not worth the stress. Just want a little peace and quiet, someone else can run the Kingdom I came to inherit. I don’t want it”.

And that, my friend, is the Opponent speaking whilst you cosign it because there are 8 billion living hostages at the moment that have gladly given up their divine energetics to this pyramid scheme that flips man to beast and the turns around and pretends to sell salvations key but only if he get on his knees and pray at the feet of midgets. The truth is you are a giant. Or were. Once upon a when. Clash of the Titans, ring any bells? The bad guys won and have been selling fairy tales ever since hence why the spell “Tell Lie Vision” is a hint as there are no coincidences in this realm but only the Warrior can handle the depth that comes with an extended resolution. Those that fail in the attempt? Psych wards and Skid Row are full of them. If you ever listen to their threads and tangents it becomes quite evident they often came close to leaving the mass market and reclaiming their Kingdom but slipped and fell and now dwell in a no mans land used as a threat to keep the plebs working up a sweat for their daily bread on the psychosocial treadmill which is an engine that powers something beyond their comprehension in another realm. Let me put it to you with a graphic image:

All around the world we have countless men jerking themselves to an arrangement of red, green and blue pixels on a black mirror, yes? That, in a nutshell, is the most basic elements as the rest is fancy dress and powered by imagination mixed with potential wish fulfillment. Have you ever stopped to wonder where all of those mass energetics they eject end up? How many planets could be populated with the combined ejaculations of potent seed that is aimed solely at the intent of the one who made the image and not what presents?

Thats the Prince in the market, haggling for a discount on some food whilst being totally ignorant he actually owns the whole Kingdom and could make life quite different for not only himself but those living in the realm. Think about it…

We, the subtle, are being pimped by the gross and its as obvious as it is effective because one of the saddest things about a Reality Tunnel is that most just dig without ever stopping to check the blueprint, question who designed it or to what end they place such effort in to maintaining it. Historically those who did didn’t usually fare too well as the rich and powerful know this and wish to maintain their place in the pyramid so they keep paying obeisance to the king with the impaired vision but, every now and then, a young jit comes along and calls it how it is. Some people snap out of their trances and exit the Matrix whilst others remain plugged in.

Many are called but few choose their Self.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

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

“OK, you wanna play rough?”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stay lightly dozing with your third eye open.

Till we meet again