“I Wish I Could Play That Game for the First Time Again”

Nerd time:

I’d be willing to bet that everyone reading this has, at some point, played a title that completely blew their mind with the interactive imperience it represents. You know it well because it either went well beyond what you expected or strummed some chords within you didn’t suspect existed as you watched the loading screen deliver its initial impressions. One thing is constant with these deals and that is, when they kick, and you’re watching the end credits rolling, a single thought floats through your head and says:

“I wish I could play that Game for the first time again“.

The reason why I mention this is because something just clicked as I bopped and dipped along the strip as the rain was pouring and cleansing my etheric of the attempted tampering by these scoundrels who sweat for as long as I draw breath in the flesh and it goes a little something like this:

Imagine a Soul thrice great at the Game and they played it on a level most could never imagine, let alone comprehend. This title is massively multiplayer and, on its current spin, boasts over 8 billion subscribers logged in at this very moment. He came, he saw, he conquered then reverse engineered the code and created new states of play and ways to engage that had never been designed that way. Why? All out of passion, really. See, the thing with coming to this planet and wearing the skin is that it grants an immense appetite that is really hard to fill once you hit a lick and get a taste of the good stuff. Many live and die, many times, just trying to chase a sniff of the real thing and then there are those who are, quite literally, drowning in it as the ends not only met but looped around and braided into an elaborate pattern that appears, to the initiated, like a multistring helix that far more complex than the two strands the rest possess as standard equipment.

A true student of the Game that wasn’t interested in the fame or acclaim as it wasn’t about living as a legend for he comprehended the Game plays out inside his awareness anyway but tracing the Path home and stopping to examine each step and increment of the process that had rendered the unfinite as mortal sentience linked to the flesh that runs around with a story in its head that is thoroughly invested in and, for most, never inspected or critically examined. This is what he flipped, because lets be real, most peoples lists look a little something like this:

“I want to be very rich and have lots of sex with extremely attractive people as folks both near and far envy my success and or celebrate my accomplishments as my moves are saturated with talent that seems effortless as I swan around helping the less fortunate and doling out the gifts of my abundance upon the rest from a place that means the best as I truly wish for them to excel and become the ultimate version of themselves as I make my way to the exit of this realm, at the end of my spin, with no stone unturned and the terms fear and regret erased from my verbiage as I grant my Self liberation“.

Now, not all reading would have made it to the end of the sentence. Some would have placed the dot after being rich from one life to the next and others would be quite content with an endless supply of skins etc, etc. You’ll notice that the ascent as one progresses along the pre set paths in Game is that it shifts from pulling in to sharing and then just keeps on refining. The reason for this is very simple:

There is enough in the world for everyones needs but its impossible to fill the greed of the ignorant who don’t comprehend what I’ve just said as the Game plays out inside their awareness. If nothing else, from all my articles, you manage to take this view I present and reality test it to your satisfaction I guarantee you’ll be a changed man, woman, whatever your label as you’ll comprehend the fact that you can’t be that voice in your head but are actually what listens to it and that, my friend, is identical when you wake or rest and dream in bed as well as from one life to the next, in or beyond this dimension. Can you comprehend the level of the Game I’m talking about yet?

I didn’t so much as rinse it but broke it down to its molecules and rearranged it to my whims and, in the process, undoubtedly gave a lot of Souls thrills they couldn’t previously imagine. What I didn’t comprehend then was those who were hanging on to take advantage of my talents as I did what they couldn’t and thus my skills were coveted, from one life to the next, as they mapped my steps and used my tech for their own ends which was far from the intent with which I created as I was just playing the variables as I peered beyond the spectrum. It is from there the current chapter of reverse engineering begins…

Its funny how as much as some things change the rest stay the same because on this spin I’d went from god mode to coming in with minus statistics in an intense deficit with all the rest of my old clique still owning their previous skills and watching me, knowing full well of what I’m capable play the Game like a pleb. Not only this but because they’d studied my moves and lyrics from previous incarnations they knew my tastes, skills, natural inclinations, worst aspects, that which I dread, how I tend to handle things and a billion other details that go into making one human in this realm. And here they were, from the jump, ready to misdirect and then help to bring out my worst aspects as the wackest version of my Self but, as luck would have it, I snapped out of that trance when they tried to slide another layer of trauma programming on top of what was already thick and abundant in pain and suffering hence I look at that now as my initiation and it was quite a gift for one with the intent of liberation from this realm.

I mentioned in another article a blip about a kid who spins his plate in a certain direction before eating who met a wrinkled old lady from his lineage who filled him in of where this habit actually originated and, if you study your own life, you may find such a thing but then, I suspect, most people are so wrapped up in the BS and stress of wearing the flesh mixed with with the non stop quest for pleasurable distractions that they never stop to check and introspect ergo they are strangers to Self. Thats the 81%. Slaves, I call them. Not the most flattering term, granted, but there is no polite way to break the news they’ve dedicated their lives to an illusion designed to sew confusion whilst presenting delusion as fact so they keep on half stepping on the psychosocial treadmill. As intended because its the base level resonance of this level.

As a jit I used to take my toys apart and give them a swift remix in order to create something else or satisfy my curiosity of how it did this, much to the chagrin of my folks who didn’t like it one bit. Matter of fact I never got on well with any type of authority or attempt at domination outside of Self and thus have been a rebel without a pause since I stepped in. Now that all makes sense because whilst you may erase the save file and begin again with no custom settings dialed in the playa remains just that, even when the odds are against him.

Place your bets!

Comprehend, my friend. You are in an immense Game you’re playing using your Soul as a credit and that voice in your head is the greatest Opponent you ever met and you, you Thunk you’re it. Why? Because it speaks with a tone that seems familiar and you can’t remember the time when you didn’t follow the white rabbit that won’t stop jibber jabbering? What if I asked you a simple question that holds within the gift of revelation, if you can just put it into practice:

How can you be the voice when you are obviously that which listens to it?

I’ll give you a starter for ten on this quest to the Know the Ledge:

Next time it happens and you find your (false) self spinning its web thats as intricate as it is fragile you stop, breathe in your fill via your nostrils and exhale through pursed lips at a slow pace till you bump into emptiness and do it again until your vibe starts to shift and ask:

“Are these my thoughts?“.

Try it. See what happens. Ignore the words that come quick, wait. Feel the answer from below your neck. Thats Prime. Thats Inner Sense. That is the difference that makes all the difference in this realm and, yes, it takes some skill to develop. That goes double for all you wannabe Neos that Thunk they’ll hack the Matrix by wearing a black trench and watching youtube vids from someone on the grift selling dreams they line up to buy as they promise everything for next to no effort. Not happening, my friend. You get back what you put in and thats what I mentioned in the Soul Ages concept as some of us know the wheel of time, real well, while others are still daisy fresh. Its got nothing to do with your physical, in that respect, but, in general, your level of development (and thus, the skill of your Opponent) which tells you your current strength and overall mission. Its all there. Its all there. Thing is people can no longer speak body language thanks to the Devilish spells and ignorance that holds the realm in its grip. Its a Game of three halves, my friend. Really check that article as the moon/mind metaphor is pitch perfect for those who wish to Know the Ledge and rip the mask off the phantom in their head as they peer behind the curtain.

Maybe that explains why I said I’d never join a group because the thing with a troop is you either set the rules or are listening to what to do. Sure, it can be fun if everyone knows your name, like Cheers, but now it makes sense why people I’ve never met look at me like they know me well and usually drop some cryptic ref with a nod and a wink as they snicker in the clique that “The prince is on the pavement. Repeat. The prince is on the pavement” as they do their bit to pile on the ignorance but that, in the end, is simply the fuel for my ascent as the difference between a hero and coward is the same as that between a coal and diamond.

Pressure. And how you handle it.

Sometimes those who help ain’t really your friends and those you fight aren’t enemies as well. Know why? Because, to a wise man, they’re all teachers that impart lessons about him Self and that is why I’ve said the above message of it all playing out inside your head but that not being what creates your consciousness is the key to all of this. Jesus, if you decode the text, dropped major hints that its just how I’ve said and I stand as living testament to what I mentioned about the upping of resolution bringing in more details that you missed and totally changing your wavelength as you encode a resonance far above what they sent as your default mode of programming.

I am truly honored. And humbled as well. Wow. Mere words simply cannot capture the sentiment I possess at this moment along with the sense of equilibrium as I click that my wish of playing the Game again for the first time was fulfilled. Can’t hate anyone who makes that happen, now can you? Thats pretty amazing, yes? Especially on this, my final spin in this realm as I fully intend to heart homewards and out of this dimension after I’ve completed my mission in the flesh which is nothing more and nothing less than total transcedence. I

Its the only thing that makes sense, really, as since I learned to decode the programming language of this realm and become Centered in Self whilst surrounded by the theatrical deceptions of the agents posing as friends that it all came into alignment as there is no way in hell anyone else would dive in to these depths if they hadn’t, in some way, created the script and this leads me back to my present habits of tinkering and being eternally curious in not just how and why something is but what else we can do with it beyond the original. Either that or its the same for everyone at this level in which cases it stinks of a crooked trick designed to keep you constantly reincarnating which opens up a whole other lane of questions… That and I’ve spotted their fingerprints on a few others of resonance that were murdered after they’d been pimped for their natural resources as they sure do enjoy their symbolism. Back on topic:

Imagine if you could, on a domestic scale, lets say. Would you? Pick your favorite title, something that flipped your lid, had you raving and saying “How amazing is this?” due to level of skill that went into the world building and how, most importantly, it spoke to something within and offered shape and form to the otherwise ineffable so you could point at an object and say:

“Someone gets it” with a happy grin as you nod your head.

It doesn’t have to be a Game. It can be a movie, book or whatever you wish including relationships or the thrill of your first kiss but they all, in their own way, are Games as well and this hints at the process of mindwiping between incarnations as one thing I’ve discovered through thousands, if not a million, conversations is there is one thing every single Soul in the world is craving:

Inner Sense aka how they felt as a kid. They want that freedom with the endless options and thrill of confidence that came from pushing the limits as they discovered more about this realm and their Self when the book of life was still fresh with plenty of pages to etch with recollections and details along with a vivid imagination that could turn an empty box into a spaceship. You can still have that, if you wish. All you have to do is declare war on your (false) self by treading where you dread, facing the pain you pretend doesn’t exist and exorcising the demons that hold your true potential in their grip as the TV set sells you waking dreams instead in a realm that could be heaven but, for most, is a living hell that they’re too numbed out and dumbed down to admit.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend, and if you take anything away from the lyrics I’ve spit – either online or in the flesh – know that you are immortal, unfinite and totally perfect in every respect and gaining this gnosis in this realm is actually the main challenge for everyone who steps in but, like the mission statement I mentioned about wanting to be rich thats only the beginning and, really, the most basic element because the end – when you are fearless and without regret – is when the Game truly begins. Know why?

Because that is Inner Sense, my friend aka you without limits bka how you stepped in so that is akin to living:

“If I knew then what I do now” and this state I call being Centered in Self or constantly stepping within the golden circle of the present moment from where life spirals and ascends. Sadly most are stuck in the cube, blue or red, which is a code for saying throat or genitals as, when you get down to it, lifes triangle is built on vibrations which we term using labels like communication, consumption or secretion hence we’re back to body language again and the principle of resonance for a man who knows not his Self is that he will believe any old jibber jabber in his head and when that happens for enough people in this sim then everyone against anyone is the war thats coming as they’re failing the main challenge by falling at the first hurdle, setting up an encampment then fighting with the rest about who gets that or this piece or section whilst missing the rest of the track and all the thrills its presents. Always an option, unless you live the life unexamined…

Can you see why I’ve said class is always in session and why the light element and dark bits are both just hints about the golden section in the middle around which it all spins and is totally constant in each realm, dimension and incarnation as you are it, my friend. You are it.

Can you hear the Psylense?

If not its worth investing in the gnosis it brings as its the only way to get out of this realm and everything else is but an mistranslation as you can’t F with the ineffable! Crazier still, you and it are identical but (thanks to the flesh) you are trapped within a smaller frame of resonance that presents a nearly endless stream of optical illusions designed to make you believe you aren’t the consciousness (which is eternal, everywhen) but the flesh to which its linked and the story inside your head hence gods with amnesia says well the true meaning of your life sentence, yes? And yet, thats also the attraction, in a sense, and thus the paradox of duality does spin as it daily serves 8 billion Souls their own, specially branded, form of ignorance designed to keep the plugged in and never, ever questioning the narrative which says a million and one things but with a common subtext that is barely mentioned:

“Your power is outside of you, not here and especially not now is where it can’t be accessed. Look around. The cosmos is vast, the planet is immense, heck, even your town is big. You are nothing. Inconsequential. Small. Limited. Irrelevant. Just keep plodding on, enjoy the distractions and spells we weave in your consciousness. After all, you’re only human!”.

And yet, that is the greatest fib as the Warrior comprehends that without him – more specificially, his awareness – this world doesn’t exist as it all plays out inside your consciousness. That, my friend, is why I’m a major threat as I remind you of the things you were made to forget because noiZ without Psylense can’t exist but the flip is who you are, in and beyond, this realm. In this life or any you can mention.

Do the Knowledge.

Till we meet again

This Is a Failed Reality

A lot of you are not going to be ready to hear this but a few are going to click not only why I do what I do and go against the grain of the age with no allegiance to a team, public or private, but also why, in the end, its the only sane option.

This is a failed reality, a flawed creation that sprang from a defective inspiration that thought imitation could create greatness when, in the end, all you get is increased degradation as the noiZ becomes immense and overpowers the signal. Look around at the world, tell me I’m lying. Better yet, fast forward a bit and peep Game when you see Techno Sapiens at the helm:

Everyone is young and beautiful, on spec, because reproduction is handled elsewhen and the babies are born jacked in to the real world wide web. Due to the implanted tech there is way less conflict and loads more sex because, much like the Bonobo kingdom, arguments are settled in bed and there is way less repression and depression as it was that, back when, that caused so many global and local problems.

Sounds like a dream, yes? It isn’t. Its just part of the same deception because none of them will ever question, or, to be more accurate, ever be capable of even positing what comes next as the low level jack move won’t allow the thought in their head:

What sits in the mid, is invisible and is catching a lift on my awareness? Same thing you’ve got now that I’m calling the System but then it will be an old devil in a new dress. People will have fully augmented awareness that, to us, will seem like a mild, low dose hallucinogen thanks to the internal manipulation of the endocrine system. Right now they’re using a hammer on nut, limbic, as your phone pimps your dopamine circuits but by then the silicon will be perfected and the ways more subtle. Tell me, my friend, is fake peace wrought by silken chains better than real beef forged in steel and hate? Thats something to think about, yes? Better yet, imagine this:

Tim has been around a bit and, due to his hackers mindset, he likes to peer around the code in his head as he wonders what it means to be human when low level processes are constantly present and every thought is under observation. The System notes this and peeps Game, seeking further inspiration. They actually send people his way to encourage these things because what Tim is doing the machines cannot imagine as the cosmic spark that makes man human isn’t of this realm and this they seek to imitate and supplant hence the old “Control, Alter, Delete” hint that is right on schedule. Lets say Tim, and his covert coven, hit upon something that is quite interesting as they find a point of entry that allows privilege escalation to sidestep the filters. Do you know what happens next?

Nothing.

Tim is supplanted.

The lifetime of datasets that were obtained are used to recreate a perfect 1:1 duplication and no one else in the Game will notice a thing because, once again, that awareness would be suppressed before it could pop into their heads. If you think thats farfetched then I’d like you to consider the spell “coincidence”. Isn’t that the self same thing as an event calls to your attention and you, seemingly of your own free will, say that magic word as the potential glow dims and recedes from your awareness, never to be considered again. Thats magic, my friend. Ain’t ish changed, cept the astrological age, yeah, they still hate you too because you’re so easy to fool and remain plugged in to whatever they sell. Bringing it back to the current stage:

You can only get out alone. Sure, if you wish to chum around in higher planes that leech off this realm in order to sustain their little slice of heaven via deception for those who are sworn in then thats swell. But its still a trick. Just like how, now, the super rich are literally draining the blood of the young and using it as a tool of rejuvenation. Same process, different wavelength, dig? Actually, if you look into the true history of what vampirism is and not those Hollywood spells you may just connect certain dots which will never be presented by an AI text. Same process, different wavelength, dig?

This is a failed reality or, maybe, its broken on purpose and that was intended. I know we have the peace, lxve and hair grease section that could be wingeing (what else?) and blue rinsing as they said:

“But, but, but, look at how beautiful the world is and how its filled with such good people who do kind things at random then document them on the web for others to digitally clap them on the back for being so selfless. I think you’re just a big meanie who may be depressed and needs to take some meds“.

Thats all part of the trick because a load of lies clumped together and presented with a label that says “Truth” works for many who don’t check the small print or have enough to nous to comprehend that all roads lead back to this realm again, in the end. Consider the ancient Kemetians, a ridiculously advanced civilization that started perfect (see the buildings and historical record) and then started declining. Make that make sense. Its the same across the planet but thats a whole nother topic I’ve mentioned because if you ever peruse their writings they were all about one thing:

Dying and never coming back again.

Let that sink in as you shift continents to the Vedic kingdom and its lengthy texts that predicted, pixel perfect, when the cosmic simulation would tick to a stage of near total corruption. “When kings are thieves and crooks pretend to be pious for dividends there will be a time so licentious and depraved that innocence will all but vanish as people race to outdo themselves with acts of degradation“. Pretty accurate, yes? Now this downgrade is something else and, to keep it a hundred, I just can’t speak on it with no pretext so I’ve dumbed it down to this basic sketch because it could, as I suspect, be akin to a breathing in and out thing and we, currently, are at the end the short end of the scale but its the fact there are cascaded stacks that reek of planned attack as a combined intent keeps lowering the resolution with their tricks so you are, in effect, trapped in this realm.

To sign up to a team, explicit or tacitly, means you fly their flag in your energies and that means when it comes time to cross that bridge (see here for a hint) you’ll find an excessive burden you didn’t step in with trying to catch a lift and, guess what, return ticket. Womp, womp. “Thems the breaks, kid”. Don’t you ever look around and take in exactly how wicked all of this is? Doesn’t the fact that most countries prime spending is on how to kill others whilst scaring the crap out of their constituents make the bells ring? If it doesn’t you’re part of the problem but I ain’t mad because its designed to be seductive and the whole Work, Buy, Consume, Die is quite hypnotic for one lacking in Knowledge as they keep digging their proscribed Reality Tunnel without asking “To what end? Why is life like this? What is the bigger pic? The grander scale?“. Not saying that gaining that resonance brings happiness because, if my life is an example, you’ll have your own friends and fam plotting and scheming to end as well as higher dimensional influences that make Self evident the reason why MJ was addicted to sleep meds and what the true meaning of spiritual war is for we, most def, wrestle against things that aren’t of the flesh and their earthbound agents that lack that Prime connection due to where they’re jacked in.

They don’t want you to leave because without you they don’t exist. There it is, in a nutshell. Or, if everyone is a model then who will clean the toilets? By the way, pro tip, you should always do this your Self. Not only is it grounding and humbling it also speaks volumes on what goes on within. Same for making your bed the moment you get out of it and, before you do this, the first words on your lips upon coming back to this realm should be ones that are thankful as you’ve got another day to do the Knowledge, exorcise your ignorance and prepare to get the hell on when the fat lady sings. I mean, when the unquestionably attractive, plus sized, gender neutral model hits those octaves. Do you see how mental all of this is because if you can define reality and have others act in accordance to it then thats the greatest power you can posses. Its why, nowadays, the boy who say the Emperor was naked would be impossible as they’d have already medicated him to within an inch of his life. Just like I said in my prediction about the mass suicides of depressives on pills that are soon coming. The Game is mental, in both senses of the spell.

Those who offer a pledge, or oath to get something, have no idea what they miss as they think a tiny part of a little bit is doing it big when, in reality, they’ve screwed themselves. Trying to tell them this is impossible as, just like the Techno Sapiens, they have a different type of implant that augments their awareness. Blind men can’t see it. Speaking of James, what do you think about this:

Always found it strange that “lived” spells “devil” when flipped and how the good old Six, Six, Six is actually the basis of the flesh you’re wearing. I mean, how obvious can you make it? And yet, billions served daily. Try and tell them they’ve been pimped and this is actually hell then they’ll suspect you’ve flipped your lid. Some know, up high, and profit well from this model. Others can’t wait to climb the pyramid, which is a scheme in and of itself… Nuff said.

What if what you think, isn’t? What if it was smoothly corrupted from within and coopted by forces you cannot tell currently sit at the helm as they wear the signs and symbols you expect, from one incarnation to the next, but they ain’t them in who you initially invested as the creators of the blueprint? Would you be too far gone to question the narrative or think “This is above my station” and keep on half stepping? Someone has to ask. That is, after all, the only true path to gnosis and the willhelpme project stands as testament to the answers that I get as I up my resolution via Knowing the Ledge.

This is a failed reality with a crazed intent at the helm that seems to have gone feral. To drop hints about what I mentioned around the depth, I don’t think it was always like this. Nor was it intended. I could be wrong as its a constant work in progress as, each day, I chip away at my ignorance so I ask the rest that can’t wait to claim the bounty on my head:

What if I’m correct? Your thoughts aren’t your own any more, since the event, and even though you see this as one thing what if it isn’t? Taking it back to the Techno Sapiens and their augments as they stroll around a metropolis with their golden skinned perfection presenting a seductive illusion that weaves their ignorance into a spell that seems heaven sent when, in the end, its the same thing as this:

Do you see, yet, why I’m all about the Psylense? It can’t lie. Its all that exists as it sustains everything, in this realm and any you can mention. Any words attributed are a mistranslation, at best, or willful distortion of the message but once heard and felt in the present moment you can’t help but awaken to your multidimensional magnificence which is currently caged in the flesh whilst being wrapped in the threads of the third dimension. There is so much depth to this topic that I could go on typing for ages but the simple fact of the matter is you don’t need this because, if you’re still reading, you’re smart enough to put together the pieces and see my intent. I know most will never disconnect as the programming is so slick and the levels of inversion, projection and obfuscation are the work of a master craftsman of immense skill with a loyal team of minions that do as intended when it comes to tamping down the wavelength in order to sell a fragment of Self back to the acolytes who are so grateful with what they get they don’t comprehend what they miss or what the true cost of this deal is and its grander implications in the end, should they wish for true liberation and not an all expenses paid trip to the land which inspired the talk of Seventy Two virgins. Double that and you get what the Bible says are the digits of those who’ll make it to the gate thats promised and yet, I’m pretty certain, that if you showed both sides this:

They’d laugh and call the beliefs simple minded and moronic. Ironic, isn’t it? What if the Truth, with a capital T, was actually spread in fragments across the whole of this realm as various abstract things like myths and symbols as well as religions and high tech? Wouldn’t that be something? What if that was the Game we’re supposed to be playing if we crave liberation and want to help the people on our way to the exit? Who on earth could see this in a time of hyper specialization and decimated attention which is the hallmark of the age in which everyone against anyone is the war thats coming, exactly as intended.

This is a failed reality. How much more obvious does it need to get before people will comprehend that they are the problem. Or, to be more accurate, their relation to the Self and what prevents this is the mass of ignorance and its reverse Princess and Pea effect that keeps them plugged into this Matrix that harvests their consciousness in order to create these fake planes, overhead, where the old devils in new dress do reign and smile, beatifically, upon their god kings whose actions are sanctioned and the plebs just go along with, clapping like well trained seals, on their doorsteps, during the Great Toilet Paper Crisis that was, I suspect, an intelligence test that most failed.

Me against the worlds seems to be the anthem that I sing as each step takes me toward the ultimate liberation from the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits to wear the flesh draped around them, the stories programmed in and all those hopes and wishes in your chest that keep you plugging away at the psychosocial treadmill as you amuse yourself to death, as instructed. Anything else but gnosis is the long way round, in the end, which is why the Game presents so many flavors and messages that call for your attention but, oddly enough, access to your inner realm is verboten in pretty much every language and sanctioned concept you can imagine. Maybe that is why the present is a gift that most don’t realize can only be unwrapped in the moment?

This, and only this, is entirely perfect as attested by the glow of Inner Sense that manifests in the children that step in. Sadly, not long after this, it is Adulterated as they too, like their parents, are trained to step on the psychosocial treadmill and what was naturally open and asks questions folds in on itself and Thunks it has all the answers whilst, in effect, dwelling in a cave of ignorance that is true cause of their suffering. In order to escape this fact mankind has invented all types of rituals, symbols and ways of hand delivering death to what is, in the end, a figment of their imagination as consciousness is everything and thus the only constant around which the rest spins. They say “When in Rome” but if that isn’t your home and everyone else is dressed in clown makeup as they enjoy the bread and circuses does that mean one should debase themselves just to fit in? I’ll let you tell it when it comes to this because one thing of which I’m completely certain is that if we just let the children set the tone for a couple of generations versus hammering old operating systems into fresh heads and warping their perceptions to fit then this reality would be quite different as they, in turn, would beget seeds that are the living embodiment of wisdom and not the hostages of ignorance like we see at the moment who are so disconnected from their own feelings that they engage in ceaseless conflict with projections then offset this battle with mindless distraction in order to numb the pain of living until its time to die and they do it all again.

Maybe thats the lesson? Maybe my perspective is too simple and lacking in detail and nuance needed to fully comprehend what the true image as it is. This is something I’m willing to admit. Are you? How many possess that flex to honestly look at themselves and their programming and ask:

“Is it working? If not what I can I examine and then flip?” as the tech we’re wearing is quite remarkable, in that respect, as it can be recoded from within hence the axiom:

“If you change what you are controlling that which has a grip on another part of your awareness must shift in response to what you’ve relinquished”. Try it for your Self, see what happens. Increase your resolution. Upgrade your OS. Dicelife is a great way of testing this hypothesis because more internal freedom has never been a bad thing, and yet this seems to be the antithesis of virtually every single establishment in this realm so its just me and the Psylense, I guess. Let the dead bury the dead, in that respect, during this time of metamorphosis as we prep to shift from one stage to the next of this immense Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits.

Maybe I’m wrong. They could all be entirely correct and its my not getting with the program that is the problem, in the end. Or it could be, as I suspect, that I’m playing the Game on the highest difficulty setting for some reason and all of this is part and parcel of the deal I picked for this spin? Who knows? All I know is that I know nothing and this mindset allows perpetual learning with no fixed investment in any staid perspective aka Inner Sense in the flesh so I wish those reading the best in their adventure as well.

Till we meet again

Coca Cola, Cargo Cults & BS

Who can deny the world we’re in is red in both tooth and claw as well as intent. If there were a leaderboard for who is winning these innings then I’m sure the wolves would be well ahead and the sheep left for dead. Our own eyes tell us this but these same beings dress in the threads of meek and mildness as they preach the message of tolerance and benevolence whilst the same edifice they represent is drowning in wealth they will gladly murder to protect. And yet, the sheep flock to them.

Make that make sense.

A man I was talking to, once upon a when, got offended when I said religion was a business. He really took it personal. Like I’d dissed his main principles but when I laid it out that I’m speaking on the priest class that said “I’m the middle man to the connect” and how they always step on the product to ensure their profits swell as well as making themselves seem indispensable, he got it. Do you know what a cargo cult is?

The Melanesians, back when, lived lives that were simple and rustic with an emphasis on gift giving that made the one who did the big thing and the rest bowed in reverence to his benevolence. Till one day, Uncle Sam dropped in. What happened next was quite the flex because he showered them, literally, with things they could not comprehend nor imagine till they sipped a cool refreshing beverage they attested must be god given for it was the real thing. In one sense they’d had their pants pulled down, big time, as they could not tip the scales in their balance. On the flip they’d just had a taste of modern civilization which was akin to a caveman staring at a television that showed him his natural environment in daytime when it was outside it was pitch black and totally silent.

The total lack of frame within which to file this imperience did some interesting things to the internal OS of these natives which we see when we flash forward a bit:

A few dozen men are gathered, their chests daubed in red with three letters they reference as symbols of benevolence that left an imprint upon their collective consciousness. With trousers covering their legs and not much else they wave their bamboo sticks which have also been painted as they exchange greetings as they engage in merriment. A distinguished gent wearing a jacket that looks worn and oversized makes his entrance and the natives look solemn as he yells at them. With intense purposefulness the men get into formation and begin marching through the jungles to the peak where a clearance awaits them. What happens next defies logical explanation but, from their frame of reference, makes perfect sense:

We are looking at a replication of a landing strip. Not only this but a plane built of wood rests upon the surface. They even made the control tower as well. If we ask the natives what on Earth is happening they would have said:

“It is how John Frumm willed it and we have maintained the ways of our ancestors as we await his glorious return which will usher in a new age of bliss and unimaginable happiness”. He licks his lips as he remembers that cool, refreshing beverage that tasted like it was fresh from heaven as the bubbles danced a jig upon his palette whilst caffeine and sugar thundered through his veins like an express train.

We, of modern minds and loftier perspectives, look at these pantomimes of the primitive and think they’re ridiculous. “But they can’t fly? Nothing spins? That tower broadcasts no signals and all they knew was the overspill from the United States war effort, back when?”. Think they care or give a damn? Hell no. For them the presence of John Frum was heaven sent so they light their torches, do their dance and wait for their sign and symbol of benevolence to descend upon them and shower them with the gifts and abundance which created the legend of the times the gods visited them, on their fair island.

And yet if we were to mention a similar genesis for events many people now take as gospel they’d probably respond with ill will saying you’re being blasphemous and full of disrespect for their perspective. Well, lets try something else then:

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away a man with a crew that knew what to do had a whole load of planets in his grip. Problem was they F’d like rabbits and he’d had enough of it so he grabbed up chunks of them, killed em and froze their Souls which (for some reason) he bought to Earth and placed within volcanoes laced with explosives. This wasn’t the end. Oh no, its where it all begins because these ghosts of Christmas past decided to have a victory lap slash indirect resurrection by hitching lifts upon the consciousness of the newly forming indigenous peoples. Its what happened before this step thats most interesting:

See, the plan after incinerating them as burnt offerings was to to pack their Souls in boxes and have them shipped off to a multiplex where they spent some time watching motion picture flicks that poured the concepts of what would later become our religions into their etheric heads. The Souls eventually melted and coalesced into one sentient being that had no clue about its true point of origin or the deceit and trickery that led them to being brainwashed by technology. The point is moot, as we will see, because they decided to hitch a lift on the ancestors of human beings and wormed their way inside their minds and influenced their lives and times which would then be filled with rage, discontent and endless aggression in the name of spiritual perfection which, like those magical airships, would never be forthcoming as people engaged in empty rituals from a position of ignorance which snares new generations in via the magic of programming and wishful thinking. The end.

Now to most people reading that seems patently ridiculous and the friend I mentioned at top laughed at such silly things as total BS after watching the vid but when I asked him to check his own perspective via a similar lens at their inception he expressed his discontent at my perceived disrespect. Like I said, elsewhen, there are no limits inside my head and thus a lot of people will attest to my flagrantly line stepping questions but its done with no ill will as it all springs from a place of Inner Sense that wishes to comprehend why this planet feels like hell when it looks heaven sent. Lets check back in with the island peeps:

“Me and John Frumm are one. I speak with and for him and He through me” says the local priest to whom the locals bow, reverently. “We raise the flag at Eight AM, just as the ancestors said and at Four we bring it in”.

“Why do you do this?” you question. He replies:

“John Frumm said “If you keep my traditions America will always be your friend“. His return is promised and He’ll usher in a new age of bliss for this island as long as we keep the faith and do as He said in His absence”.

Here we have a people who had never seen such things as ballpoint pens, tanks and huge metal birds with massive wings as the modern age came careening into their untouched edenic bliss. Suddenly it was all hands on deck as this stream of white men poured into their island and changed everything. Most amazing was that refreshing beverage that they served, chilled to perfection, via a huge box that defied logic as it was hot outside but cold within.

“Such are the ways of John Frumm” said the natives. “They are not for us to comprehend but we appreciate, nonetheless” as they raised glass bottles of that drink that was the elixir of the gods themselves. Forget everything else, for a moment. Junk all of the revelation and general amazement. Lets pretend that you are one of those Souls that the modern world calls primitive but I’d refer to as natural. Everything you have eaten thus far has been from the Earth, totally fresh and completely organic. You move with the seasons. All you consume is as intended and into this mix we throw carbonation, a huge dose of sugar and belt of caffeine as well. Talk about nerve tingling, yes? Sure to make an impression upon the collective consciousness so lets take that effect and multiply it with a billion as they saw, touched and felt all kinds of things that were simply unimaginable. Thanks to the presence of these white men that had many faces but one name:

John Frumm.

“Peace be upon Him, we await His resurrection” said the priest in question as you continue your conversation. He regales the tales of these men who marched in formation as a way of sympathetic magic that made the gods descend with their gifts and send their massive ships. “This is why we do this” he says as he motions to his battalion with “USA” daubed in red upon their chests. Now, you can look at this as simplistic or pitiful but I’d call it something else. Very interesting because here we have, up close and personal, a look at the blueprint of religion. Now, before you get your scriptural knickers in a twist know I’m not speaking about you and your ways which are obviously correct and divinely sanctioned. You can pretend I’m speaking on the infidels and their backwards texts and strange practices that make no sense and thus must be obliterated from the face of planet.

Who was John Frumm? Some say he was a scout that was sent by the military to scope out a suitable island. Others scream it was all a charade used by those who wish to get paid in respect via association. Those who believe decree he was a spiritual being who came to set them free and he’ll return one day. The priest says:

“There was a time, once upon a when, when every man on the island could speak with Him. Truly the gods walked among us and it was glorious. Those who believe, because faith is important, will ensure He comes back again and showers us with abundance. Peace be upon Him. John Frumm may be gone but he is not forgotten”. He genuflects and bows his head in reverence. You can tell that there is nothing you could do or say that would dissuade him from his faith because its a vital aspect of him and his reason for living. “I guess we truly are stories made flesh” you say, to your Self, as you stroll around the beautiful island. What you have seen is perplexing, amusing and earth shattering in its implications but is this bitter pill a little too big for the collective to digest?

Do you know anything about hypnosis? Its quite a fascinating thing because apart from being able to make you hop around squawking, firmly believing you’re a chicken, its also a childs default state of being. Link this in with the fact that the mind of an adult under the influence of a hallucinogen is nigh on identical with what goes on inside a babies head and you have a pretty good case to present that oxygen may be making us all trip! Not only this but just like that on stage programming is totally irresistible to the one who pecks at the couch in his quest for seeds and nourishment we see the ghost of John Frumm is also present in this example. In modern days people don’t believe. “Their faith isn’t what it was” says the priest about his dwindling congregation.

Metronomes exhibit a curious effect in that if you start them off, at random, they’ll soon tick with a similar cadence. Take a pinch of this and a generous serving of what we just mentioned and it wouldn’t be too much of a leap to see how religion could become a weapon in the hands of some peeps that know the deep vagaries of the human machine and how best to exploit such things for their own benefit by staying one step ahead of the rivers that run red from the conflicts they foment. Now, from my lens, glancing at the John Frumm example as documented in the linked presentation this doesn’t seem to be the case for reasons I’ve detailed elsewhen because of how it all kicked. I mean just really ponder that Coca Cola example, if nothing else, and imagine that sensation kicking in as your old world head meets some new age tech that tastes magically delicious. Then throw in all of the rest and you’ll see why they copied symbols and rituals they saw these men who would be kings performing in the hopes of calling back the attention of the mighty John Frumm whose presence was that of legend and known well across their lands.

We, with our loftier perspectives, think quite different and yet do we, really? I suspect there is a lot more to this that the survives to this day than many will countenance without being offended. Like the friend I mentioned. Coca Cola, Cargo cults and BS seems to strike a deep vein to feel one has been shortchanged after such devout investment but isn’t that the basis of the best con tricks because they are usually big and old as the hills. Thats what makes them so effective because once the Victims outlay is questioned you also diss his intelligence and most people can’t admit this to themselves let alone anyone else and thus they gnash and wail as they call you an infidel and plot your end for even suggesting it. This scam is still very common as it works oh so well. There are many people, at this very moment, in relationships that are built on this blueprint and when it hits they’ll act like they never saw it coming even though, to those around them, it was Self evident from the rip. Let me let you into a little something that isn’t common knowledge but known well in certain circles:

The universe is mental. Mind is all there is ergo thoughts are things. Lets pretend you had a pot marked investment in the John Frumm concept. At the moment it wouldn’t be very big and even that wouldn’t be filled to the brim. Lets say the spirit of this great man and his fantastic mission filled with gifts and such promise were to grip the consciousness of billions of adherents around the planet what would happen next? You’d have a veritable ocean of awareness directly at your fingertips to direct as you wished and, best of all, those who were investing would never have a clue or comprehension of what truly was happening as it was so beyond their ken as they’re bought up thinking (Hypnosis state, remember?) that the world is solid, death is the end and the flesh generates awareness. Lets add into the mix the fevered deaths of religious conflict, the yells of ecstasy when sexing in the name of the deity you set as well as the squawks of frustration when you stub your toe on the desk at Two AM when you’re trying to go for a whizz in the darkness with disturbing those who are snoozing. All of that awareness heading in one direction. Thanks to the power of symbols, signs and linguistics.

Not for nothing are “mined” and “mind” homonyms and if you can comprehend what I’ve just said you may have a chance of emancipating your Self from the shackles of being well adjusted to such immense social sickness that engulfs this planet and regain resonance with the divine aspect within that all are seeking elsewhen. Why? Thanks to the instruction which leads to destruction, division and denigration of anyone who dares to think different and deviate from the script that we choose to accept and just like those clocks tick you better adjust your resonance or find yourself gone with the wind as we trim our collective sails and leave you listing. We are, first and foremost, social animals but as the net shows well, anything that can be weaponized will and in ways that seem so seductive that questioning them is ludicrous because everyone wants to get ahead and be just like who they said you should be idolizing and emulating. Its all scripted. A big gang and you ain’t in it.

Amazing, isn’t it? Its why I’ve stated the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim and this type of programming is so effective that 81% of the planet fall for it, hook, line and sink whilst another 11% get stitched up like kippers with a custom fitted version that enables them to set dress and manipulate the rest via the use of these parlor tricks that I’ve previously mentioned. The remaining 8%, we Know the Ledge and seek nothing more and nothing less than total emancipation from the wheel of time and its constant reincarnation because we click that mind is everything and thus me and the divine are identical – pure consciousness – except ours, at this moment, is tied to the flesh (which simply modulates and doesn’t generate a thing) and the desires in our head that follow us from one life to the next in the Game we’re all playing by using our Souls as credits.

Ain’t that something? Like I said, the surface may seem bitter but I assure the honey reveals itself from within if you manage to digest what I’m offering even though it stands in direct opposition to the sugary sweet diabetes treat they force feed all those who step in before they’re strapped in to the concentration camp wing of the System that programs them to “Sit still, look ahead and regurgitate what we say on the test to prove you’re intelligent” as they sell them the concept of money as debt and near total ignorance of Self in exchange for nebulous threads that ensure the coffers of the oceans of awareness swell in higher realms as they profit from the prophets tales which they use to create artful distractions and endless conflicts which are, oddly, in resonance with other aspects that are beyond the scope of this message at the moment as it would be too many ingredients and extra chefs in the mix for what is relatively simple and sketched quite well, if I do say so my Self.

The rest, my friend, is up to you. Do the Knowledge whilst living or keep investing in the BS? And that stands for Belief System aka your internal OS which decides what goes on inside your head as you run, that way and this, at the behest of a voice that speaks its edicts, direct to your consciousness, and yet most never stop to question:

“Wait a minute. How can I be it when I am obviously that which is listening?”.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger then that is the message.

Till we meet again

Life Is a Hierarchy of Scams

If you truly keep it real then you already know the deal:

Life is a hierarchy of scams.

There it is. Six words that define, in total, your life sentence in the flesh. Where to begin? Well, lets start off with what makes the world spin. The fact that a crew, since back when, have printed something out of nothing that is spoken into existence before being backed with your sweat as the one who pays the debt that presents itself as the ticket to freedom is straight up insanity and truly a huge wheeze of scheme. Its perfect. It really is because they’ve managed to sling a web around the world and most don’t even suspect the nature of the spider hidden in the mid.

Protip: Always a buck to be had if you can facilitate and exchange.

Check the steez of Tinder, Facebook and OnlyFans then see if you can draw a common link. Whats next? I really want to say language but that is such an immense topic because this forked tongue of Devilish is the worst types of rites and spells bundled up in cursive that people heap upon themselves but it needs a primer in basic metaphysics, the laws of vibration and how consciousness works in both directions so lets speak on the American Dream instead.

This one most people are waking up to realize is a scheme that was sold to them by motion picture flicks and the rest because they’re too busy drowning in debt attempting to impress those as broke (and broken) as themselves on the web so its shifted to wanting to be a celeb versus the wife and kids thing that was once so prevalent with steaks in the fridge and a Four point Six on the Range. Most folks are simply never, ever going to make it. Check to check. Just Over Broke being an acronym for the dude who was handed punishment by god as a test from the devil which, if you think about it, really tells you a lot, doesn’t it? Hoo wee! That one is a doozy, truly it is. Actually lets segue into death:

I’ve often said that religion is a spiritual extortion racket because most people are scared to death of death, in the end, and thus hedge their bets with a bit of lip service and choir singing in order to ensure they don’t end up in the metaphysical equivalent of a prison that, oddly, seems to require flesh and the rest in order to impart the promised suffering. Kind of like heaven, in that respect. Not to diss anyones beliefs (or bebricks, to be more accurate) but you can miss me with that BS. Thats Belief System, by the way, because I Know who I am and that is pure unfinite consciousness, in and beyond this realm. Let me put it to you like this:

You don’t stress at night when you go to bed, correct? Thats the same as death except this is the dream hence the secret scheme which reveals esoteric truths to jits (like nursery rhymes or the bodies electromagnetic systems and their hidden purpose) hence the Game of Souls describes its best. Check:

You go to a cinema, it offers a fully immersive imperience using the latest tech where you’ll feel each thrill, spill and chill as its pumped into your CNS. In ninety minutes you’ll live a life that is carefully scripted and edited to present certain images and sensations like they are happening directly to you via sensory overlay and the illusion of free will seals the deal that its all real. Now, in the midst of this it would be quite amazing to recollect:

“Wait a minute. I am not this but that which makes it possible. Without me, here, now all of this is akin to the tree falling in the forest. No one gives an F”.

Get it? Who screams on a rollercoaster with none seated? That is this realm, in a nutshell. It needs you to buy in, to invest, to make it real and, most of all, never, ever question the narrative as that breaks the collective trance that leads to people being well adjusted to a world thats profoundly sick. But, thats just this level. One of the most difficult but one that offers the greatest gift for those in the quest for liberation from this multiplex that can’t wait to plug you in to another life on a different spin after a swift bit of mindwiping. Like I said:

Life is a hierarchy of scams. One builds upon the next and if you pull enough at one thread with curious intent the rest unravels and you’ll either end up in the loony bin or as a mystic sharing strange perspectives that the 11% detest because they profit from the illusion, 81 don’t comprehend and Thunk it makes no sense for one to be so blasphemous and irreverent whilst the remaining 8% feel it in their chest as they squirmed in the multiplex and said:

“I knew it. I knew this was all a trick. “The Game of Souls”, makes perfect sense!” as they already intuited the shadows depth. This is why they say you can fool some people, some of the time but never a clean sweep because the nature of the fractal ensures not all will sing from the same hymn sheet, no matter how much you threaten or beat. Hee hee! Actually, here’s a great scam:

“We are all one. We are all equal”.

The hell we are. Bleat as much as ewe want, sheep (There’s a hint of that Devilishness that I previously mentioned) butt there is an immense difference between those who ride the bench and those who drop fifty in the Game. Talent. Call it god given, innate or factory standard equipment – it matters not as the definition is irrelevant because we all know it when we see it and that, my friend, should hint about past lives, gained skills and methods of liberation that attempt to transcend the mindwiping tricks. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered about the child genius who steps in and starts doing amazing things that are way beyond his station with no formal education? Why doesn’t he progress beyond this? Why is there a high water mark of the max you could get on a previous spin? The growth is not exponential, is it? Like square watermelons you don’t realize what gripped the edge because you’re scared of Knowing the Ledge hence to birds raised in cages, flying is a sickness. Best believe those chicken heads wold prescribe pills with a quickness in that script. Lets pick another one to dismantle:

You.

You are, quite literally, the equivalent of one of them that gets taken in by a confidence trick and sends over his life savings to someone who spins a nice yarn inside your head whilst tickling your imagination. Never touched, never smelled or tasted but plenty get shafted by this trick. In this case the bish is your ego, your (false) self, the “you” you Thunk you are. Thats really the greatest scam of all because its so, so powerful that people can’t imagine being without that voice in their head that directs their actions and, right now, says:

“This is all so stupid. Why are you even reading it? Pay no heed to this, lets go look at a celeb on youtube instead”. Or words to that effect. How few of the 81% ever stop and comprehend:

“Wait a minute, I can’t be that which talks as I’m obviously the one thats listening!“. Fewer still take the next step and intuit:

“Hold on a sec, that is why I feel ageless and eternal from within if a mirror doesn’t reflect the wrinkled face, external, and that explains how there is a constant from one life to the next as well as the interesting blip that most cells are regenerated within seven years which means I’m a living, breathing Ship of Theseus!”.

Take it away, Trig:

The 8% will, they’ll consider these kind of things without my prompting which is why, once again, I extend my influence into the collective unconscious with the intent to send a wavelength to the chests of those capable of decoding it. Lets see, what else shall we pick? Shall we go in on religion? Hoo, hoo, hoo! The preacher (who is a pimp) whips out his collection plate and says:

“Give generous for god most certainly is watching!” and people with less give more to help those whilst he helps himself to the offerings and rides off into the sunset with your goodwill in his popemobile. All of them are in on it. All of them. Its a license to steal the money that other crew has been printing and, best of all for them, you get to look pious as it happens. They say the best dream for every criminal with a scheme is to eventually go legit. That Godfather flex, get it? If you ever look back at the murky past of the families with most influence in this realm you’l discover some shady things because Guns, Oil and Drugs always make the tills ring. There is your god. Like I said, the details are Devilish…

I really could go in here but won’t. Instead I’ll simply say this:

You go and find me one single religion that hasn’t splintered. Just one. You can’t. Its impossible. That itself is a hint of the corruption within this realm that uses the divide and conquer principle and this is something that, handily, no scripture ever truly mentions or shows you how to deal with. Except Zoroastrianism. No, that doesn’t mean you get to dress up with a blade and go talk that sass as you carve a Z into someones chest and look real fly whilst doing it. Its actually one of the oldest monotheistic religions that holds the blueprint for the rest that followed in its footsteps (with no sampling credit) as it was penned after the true exodus from the land of cows, sacred. Think of it like this:

The Big Three of the Western trinity are Poison, Satan and Straight Outta Compton, respectively, but they’re all built on the same Amen Break:

If you peep the script of the eternal flame that is in danger of being extinguished you’ll gain an interesting perspective on the true nature of this realm and the forces behind the curtain. Just ask the Gnostics. I, personally, really do question the intent of what is at the helm when it comes to the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits as its so subtle and ephemeral and yet uber hard and blatant. I guess its a telescope/microscope thing I’ve previously mentioned and we’re stuck in the middle of this feature presentation because they never, ever give a straight answer when questioned and my request to parley fell on ears, most deaf, when mentioned as the only thing I’m certain of in this realm is that I know nothing. I may be wrong. They could be correct. This might be a quixotic quest, par excellence, as most are quite content to remain ignorant as they are happily plugged in to this construction which states:

“Pay no heed to the man behind the curtain” as they do what they do best.

Reality creation.

Say, why don’t we all heart to the lobby and get ourselves some treats?

Did you get it? Those Devilish spells, again! Just imagine what a different world it would be if we weren’t all trying to get ahead? Same if lxve wasn’t backwards evil… They’ve got you hooked on phonics, my friend, and the sonics are the spell that keep the vibration on the low end of the scale with these nested scams where one feeds the next in a state of constant refinement where the rich get richer and the poor get F’d due to the fact they accept a mindset thats not in their best interests or even made by them. To comprehend this in one step is enough to make your head spin so the only sane reaction is to become a mental patient but, what if, those looney tunes actually etched a far more accurate sketch of whats truly happening? What then? What of the entire field of mental health where they know fine well that the chemical imbalance hypothesis is BS but still keep on peddling those toxic sugar pills that bring countless side effects.

Say, you don’t think this “for profit” model may not have your best interests in its chest, do you? I mean, was COVID actually an intelligence test? Better yet, how the hell did MJ predict it and its global implications on consciousness, back when, before narrowly escaping death on the day the towers melted and a whole crew made out like bandits with their put options and shenanigans. Remember the web? You may have just glimpsed the spider in the mid but I don’t need to jabble on and on because those who Know the Ledge are already steps ahead. For the rest I will say this:

None of this is what you think, because you don’t. You Thunk, instead. Comprehend this and the vipers den with its nest of scams formed like a shady pyramid that needs fresh Souls to incarnate in starts to make a hell of a lot more sense. In the operative and speculative sense, no less. From beginning till the end, this life or the next, there is only one universal constant:

I call it the Prime, the pre-existing. We are of it, at least most of us are, some can’t catch the wavelength as they’re out of resonance due to previous events and thus they prefer to reign in the hell they themselves create out of what was once a paradise in the flesh (real life motion pic, recollect?). The divine point of origin is pure consciousness, without beginning or end. A special type of light with a luminance that is so magnificent that to perceive it in the flesh (whilst living) is akin to being ripped from the dingy theater of illusion, housing billions, that seemed so amusing with its confusing manipulation called being human and you are instead dumped in a realm where you exist as unfinite awareness (with its familiar newness) hence the whole “Me and the father are one” as well as “We are closer than your jugular vein” thing. For me these lyrics are what I’ve lived ergo no metaphysical navel gazing, just transcribing my vision as I’m simply visiting this planet with the intent of flipping the Game on its head because most of you have a fragment of it that is backwards and inverted which is akin to walking around with your head up your rear end, wondering why it stinks and there is so much darkness as the jingles sing and try to sell you some air freshening chemicals whilst the press does scream the reason for you discomfort is “He, she and them” in order to keep your attention any place but within as conflict make the tills ring and a mind divided will happily call themselves “individuals” with a grin and not click the spell itself is right in front of them. Its so Devilish, friends.

And thats the saddest thing because most will live and die, from one life to the next, without ever unwrapping the gift of the present moment.

Can you hear the Psylense?

Not yet, I’d bet, but I’m certain you will.

Till we meet again

What Would You Do if You Were a Fallen Angel?

Lets all imagine, for a bit, that god exists. Better yet, lets make yourself one of his very best angels who sits right there next to him on his throne of glory. Life is perfect and you enjoy your position, crafted as you are out of the fire element and thus shine with a light that is quite brilliant and you bear so well. Things are going swell until, one day, the big man says “Here, Luce, pop into my office for a bit. I want to show you something“. You wonder about the secret project upon which he’s been working as you float in and he says:

“Voila! My latest invention” as he draws back the curtain on a curious little thing made of clay. Immediately the team all start oohing and aahing at this creation but one of the angels is suspicious. He peers within and sees a thing built of dirt, and thus finite, that seems to be designed to live by ingesting death and extracting from it the vital principle. Speaking of which he notices thats missing as this little mud brick with various appendages isn’t moving. The creator looks, with a twinkle, and breathes life into his creation which begins capering. The rest of the angels are beside themselves at this amazing invention as they start applauding and genuflecting as they see the image of the one who made it animating its actions. The shining one is not impressed and refuses to bow his head. Now, the CEO doesn’t take this well as it smells of dysentery among the ranks so he says:

“I’m not taking any of your mess, begone!” and kicks you and a few of your crew from the heavens so you land, with a thump, in this dimension. Fourth to be exact and they may just celebrate that fact by weaving it into the narrative that comes next but lets not get ahead of ourselves as these ones that fell lit up the skies with their vast illumination and thus the local legends writ “Those who came from the stars” in their remembrance as they oohed and aahed at their celestial presence and condensed resonance.

You have to recollect that in the higher realms everything happens in one instance from an earthbound perspective ergo we, in the whole timespace thing, are much like a fish that swims through the water, invisible, that sustains it. That is why they sit in the fourth dimension as they look upon the face of the planet and see these shells that house the same unfinite sentience to which they’re no longer connected nor can they access. What happens next? What would you do if you were a fallen angel that found yourself in these turn of events and, with clipped wings, were stuck up a creek with no paddle and had nothing but time to amuse yourself. Would you plot revenge? Offer those wandering around on the planet some guidance in the hopes of getting back in with a bit of brown nosing or something else? I asked a lot of my friends, well wishers and strangers before I heard this legend:

“Well” he said, leaning back for dramatic effect after he’d listened to a few others share their opinion. “I’d do things a bit a different. I’d start a religion. Plenty of them, actually, and I’d make sure I installed myself at the head and told them all that I was jealous. Of what and whom I wouldn’t mention but that way the terms and conditions would be laid out, off rip, so what came next was entirely up to them. Basically I’d pervert, corrupt, lead astray and do all kinds of wickedness to and through them”. Someone, in the back of the room, questioned:

“What do you mean “through them”? How does that work then?“. He replied:

“Well, thats simple. See, the humans compared to me as a fallen angel with clipped wings and a strong team willing to do my bidding would be akin to setting up an extortion racket on a bunch of school kids to filch their milk money and then we rebrand that as offerings or tithings, if you wish. Think about it, for them it would be totally effortless as they’re far superior in base element, intellect, awareness, wisdom and whatever you wish. Not only this but we sit, ejected and a bit dejected, in the fourth dimension looking down at the humans and thus we can see their lives playing out like a script. Mere worms, from our perspective, and we look like dragons to them because if shoot overhead in their heavens – which is us at the level we sink – they won’t know what hit them as we unfold the old razzle dazzle and thats it. Basically I’d pimp em. Play with em, real slow like, in order to torture that which is divine within as I exacted a glow form of vengeance against the one who got me into this mess”.

“Mate, that sounds really blasphemous. Are you alright in the head? How the hell did you come up with this?” said one as another chipped in. “You’re right, I’m leaving and don’t want to hear any more of this” to which he said:

“Chill, chill. Its a mere thought experiment. After all, wasn’t the question “What would you do if you were a fallen angel?”. You all said your bit as I sat back and listened and this is my perspective. What else you gonna do? Go home and watch TV for a bit? Who do you think runs it if not the same behind the curtain that I posit? After all, we’ve heard the tales and legends of how its filled with corruption and didn’t you, yourself, say the other day about that thing called “Hollywood Accounting” where a movie can make billions and still not turn a profit? Thats what got me thinking about this and besides, this is an exercise in imagination and any links or references to peoples living or dead is pure coincidence” he added, with a wink, before getting back to his thought experiment:

“Right, so. First I’d peep Game. See what the script is and what he intended for these little meat bags that have that connection I so covet. I remember when they were first built I looked all around and within them to find the ghost in the shell as the machinery made little sense but when the big man himself blew that breath of awareness in I was like “This is pretty decent” but bow and scrape to this? Come on man. You know that wouldn’t happen because I’ve got too much self respect. Ain’t that a bish, though? Its like “Dude, you made me like this and then punished me for it?”. Matter of fact thats the same thing I’d flip into “Born into sin” as I convinced the Christians that to stink was holy and germs were their best friends as they were sewn into their clothes for entire seasons and then popped out when ripe. I’d sit there and laugh to myself and this would be one such thing. Basically I’d torture them in as many ways as I could imagine because the only alternative was total boredom and face that sense of disconnection that came with being ejected. Matter of fact, that made me think of something:

What if we could jerry rig some kind of container for souls in the fourth dimension as we started the rites of animal and human sacrifice among them? That would create a huge pool of resources via appropriating their connection and we could use this to create some type of ladder or link up to higher realms in order to extend our range and strike back via conflict”.

“You alright in the head?” said one of the crowd who’d been taking it all in. “Its always the quiet ones you’ve got to watch out for” opined his friend but everyone else was listening with keen intent because what he shared piqued our interest. He went on:

“OK, look, check it:

By now they’re all at each others necks thinking I’m god when I’m really the devil and they believe the craziest things that are beyond question to them as we mess with their connection from the moment they step in by various forms of shock and traumatic events that are designed to cause all types of problems to their wiring. You know, like an extortion racket where the mark doesn’t click the one offering help is the same one who created the problem? Anyway, I’d have them all fighting because the days of ritual sacrifice in my name are dead and now we call it war instead. Its much more efficient but, get this, I’d still have them burn mountains of cows, pigs, sheep and animals because I like that barbecue stench that lifts from their charred flesh. Actually, I’d make sure all the creatures, including humans, are totally miserable and hemmed in from start till end in a huge parasitic tunnel that is designed and implemented by them for their own detriment and my benefit as I drain the very life out of them and they’d be none the wiser because, get this, we could use our position in the fourth dimension to keep them coming back to Earth, again and again.

Obviously this would agitate him so the more he sent the more we’d build huge monuments to their ignorance of whats truly happening as a way of ensuring our message is heard, loud and correct, by the one who dared eject us for not bowing to this creation. After a while he’s sure to get miffed and start sending prophets that would be linked to him with all kinds of special upgrades I’d suspect and we’d just kill, distract or malign them. If any happened to make it through we’d twist their message as well and use it to further the conflicts I mentioned and the best part is everyone who bought in wouldn’t have a clue whats happening and even if someone told them they’d reject it because, get this, we’d burrow into their heads so our minds were theirs and those mere humans are so stupid they’d never be able to tell the difference as they’re so ignorant”. He added with a grin, feeling triumphant.

“How the hell would you do that then?” said the guy sitting next to him who’d been pondering what he said.

“Simple” he replied. “Remember how I said we’d sling a web around the world from the fourth dimension that meant those of the world, not in, would have their signal intercepted at death and sent back for another spin? Well we could use that false resonance in order to put thoughts into their heads. Anyone who questioned it we’d label as insane and further torture them under the guise of medication. Actually, all types of pills and potions would create nothing but problems as they never addressed the true cause and only dealt with symptom management and such things. Basically I’d want to break them down to their very elements from one generation to the next as I kept infiltrating their consciousness, stealing their resources and making life feel as close to hell as it can get whilst still seeming like heaven. If we can take over their flesh, totally, then that would be best but we’d keep that a secret for the elect who’ll do anything to live decent and from these we’d pick the nicest and make wives out of them so we too can enjoy this realm via our own sense of dominion and thus we’d be living gods to them whilst they earned a living and got crumbs. I’d make the world so bad they craved false realms and entertainment and I’d fill these messages with even more corruption so that they’re all spiritually dead as I drain them by the billion as I exact my vengeance against the one who sent me to reign in this hell.

Well, what do you think?” he said as he looked around at the rest. People glanced right and left whilst his friend said:

“Mate, you’re F’d in the head. Thats some totally way out there slickness to just come up with off rip” before someone else interrupted then interjected:

“Thing is though, it makes loads of sense, doesn’t it? Based on what we know the dots fit but the way he’s joined them may not be totally accurate but it still gives you plenty to think about, yeah?”.

Everyone turned to me and said:

“OK, now that el psycho has revealed his true shade, whats the next thought experiment?”.

I paused and considered for a moment then said, with a grin:

“Lets pretend the world he’s just built from the lens of a fallen angel who grips the entire dimension and its denizens in his fist is not just accurate but its where we live. Now. Here. This very moment. You can’t prove any of it but we’re in it, none the less. What do you do next?“.

And this is where you join in. What steps do you take in this hypothetical predicament in order to redress the balance, find liberation or just live like a king by pledging your obedience to the fallen angel in question that convinced the entire realm he’s god herself and now has you trapped in the Matrix of five senses in the third dimension?

Remember, its just a thought experiment but can be quite interesting when it comes to spotting the limits in your head as plenty of people, in the flesh, would get super passionate and start intense arguments about things that were posited in these metaphysical conversations that I’m now sharing an approximation of on the web. Any similarities, recollect?

Till we meet again

If You Want to Unplug From the Matrix

Listen very carefully if you want to unplug from the Matrix:

Imagine you were called upon to Witness a life affirming and breathtaking performance via a ensemble cast of the highest skill that did what they did with a preternatural effortlessness that could neither be trained or gained as it was simply innate. That was the Game.

Imagine, if you will, that a brand new tech was present that encoded this deal within a spiel we can only describe as a holographic reel that allowed you to view the scene via a type of digital fakery. That was the Game.

In many ways it replicated, to a T, that Prime state of being indistinguishably but the trick can’t mimic that which was generated within the state of the Witness when it came to original imperience. Granted, most Souls don’t miss the difference as the performance is still so exhilarating in drawing in those who gaze upon its magnificence but there are a few that turn away and decide to peer behind the curtain as they suspect something untoward is happening at the edges of their consciousness which causes it to fold within where it did once spiral with a golden effortlessness. That was the Game.

Lets pretend, for a moment, that this not yet available tech became something we know quite well. A Game you can play with great graphics. Granted its drop in fidelity and resolution compared to the Prime is immense but what it loses in one sense it makes up via the presence of a simulated inner realm for the participants who can scarcely believe what they see as their worlds unfold, hypnotically. This was the Game.

Fast forward a bit and a new low is hit for the collective where the outer now only dwells inside their heads. We see a type of renaissance is sparked during this segment as those who dimly recollect the embers of their Prime state of awareness start to comprehend the nature of what kicks as they tap into a higher state of consciousness which can only be accessed in the present moment. They look back, horrified at whats been, and capture thoughts via various schemes to send warnings to those coming they’ll never heed for when the time comes for them to make their great entrance the collective hypnosis will be so immense that they’ll lack any form of Inner Sense and coherence. This was the Game.

That brings us to another stage. In this part, if we glimpse in retrospect, you could say that the original scene that was transcoded and mimicked into a perfect image before having its resolution butchered and rendered into something close but lacking as it was totally devoid of the depth that, in the Prime, was boundless. What came next is of interest for the calm before the storm caused a Centering, of sorts, in which the limitless bounties of the original were now funneled within the bounds of carbon like tea pours from a kettle. Much like a fresh brew this bag that captures the essence is rich upon first incarnation but gets increasingly thin as time does progress and this brings us to the next level:

Nobody knows anything about all of this as they are now little more than strangers to Self that are set adrift in a hellish realm that, yet and still, carries the external of a knowable heaven thats filled with music and rhythm that refreshes the Soul and spirit with a limitless essence that is as natural and effortless as breathing. The level of downgrade is immense but the Prime thats been mangled in the other steps is still such a wonderful thing that even with the constant bastardization and Adulteration of its presence it still works as intended. The effect to the denizens is beyond seductive as they will grip to the little bit of light that shines within the darkness as the all of everything and be willing to die for it and kill in the name of whatever they said, back when, during a time when they were most suggestive. This is the Game.

To speak on it to one of the lowest state they’d class it a fairytale that has naught to do with the world they face as its so beyond their frame of reference that it scarcely makes sense. Most pernicious is the fact that most of them are pulled by strings via verbal prompting from the dulcet tones in their head that wasn’t present during their first steps but, somehow, stealthily slipped in and set up encampment in a way that makes second nature standard so none stop and question what could be the Prime state. There are, however, a small percent that can flit between the levels but the manifestations couldn’t be more different.

The Warriors, as I term them, are Centered in Self and thus realize that what remains constant between each level and stage is their awareness that manifests as a state called the Witness. To back it up a bit, you can think that this is the you that perceives the voice in your head and, up until this moment, never stopped to question how it can be it when you’re obviously that which listens instead. More proof positive of this reality folding mech is when you lay in bed and drift for it does the same thing and you create a reality that seems both sensible and solid and its only once you come to another vantage that it seems quite ridiculous and totally improbable. This is the Game.

In that respect you could say that, whilst we sleep, we do, in essence, return to a higher state or previous stage before “waking” and sinking back in to a five sensory Matrix in which the dead bury the dead whilst they manufacture proof for the lies they tell that they are both alive and vivid as the kings of the hill and masters of free will. Nothing could be further removed from the truth for if you ask these same Slaves to control that voice in their head that tells them everything they’ll find both the stumbling block that locks them in to this realm as well as the solution via the application of gnosis I’ve termed Knowing the Ledge that allows one to shift their resonance from the noiZ that crackles within to the Psylense its purposefully obscuring. This is the Game.

A word on that term for those who haven’t yet heard it:

You can think of the Psylense as the greatest song in the world with a superlative rhythm as its presence allows the unfoldment of the rest. A vivid example would be, from the mundane realm, if we were to take your favorite track and remove all of the gaps so it was nothing but instruments and the compressed it down into a huge hit like static. Wouldn’t be quite as pleasurable, yes? Now imagine you’d heard it again and again until you learned to tune it out and created your own new base level of numbness and upon this you built your concepts of who you are and when. This is the Game.

Now, lets pretend that someone, somehow, could click their fingers and mute your inner realms. All of that noiZ was silenced and you were left alone in your zone. What do you think would happen?

Yep, you guessed it. People would hate it. They would think there is something wrong with them. They literally couldn’t Thunk of what to do next without that guidance and it would feel most uncomfortable as they were entranced by the grip of a devil they knew well. So well that they thought it was them. Not for nothing is “lived” the same when flipped or the number we link with this presence is identical with the protons, neutrons and electrons in carbon as well as the amount of time spent in this realm, when presented as a decimal. Suddenly “waking” in the “mourning” and placing a “collar” and “cuffs” can be seen via a new lens as you head off to “work” which is naught but “crow” flipped which is long linked with the bird that carries Souls to the land of the dead. This is the Game.

Somewhere, in amongst of all of this, there are a people that have all the correct pieces for transcendence but arranged in the wrong direction. Their Witness bounces between various stages of the Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits and thus they can shift from sheer terror to total bliss as they scream and point at things that others say don’t exist as they’re isolated and medicated via depot injections in their rear end and heavy thrive that never cure a thing but ensure their crazy talk won’t infect the rest who are well adjusted to an immense social sickness that is so old and ancient that mortal minds simply can’t comprehend the significance and thus they become schizophrenics.

Those that place their chips on Self and manage to keep their marbles by creating the Path of Power that is made by walking whilst remaining Centered in Self and realizing what I’ve just said as the way to gnosis realize the depths to which we, as individuals and a collective, did sink and are willing to get free or thrive trying because the small print of this stage is that you can only leave with what you came in with:

Pure consciousness.

Thus the three ring (read: dimensional) circus which is maintained by the machine elves that make up the clown faces which seem, inexorably, tied with life, death and the Trickster myth as evidenced by those who ingest various forms of hallucinogens that, somehow, grow naturally in abundance around the planet that was termed a wheel of suffering, a huge illusion and, most accurately from my lens, an underworld of ignorance that can make hell seem heaven sent due to the amnesiac effect of wearing flesh at this low level of resonance that has gone through the previous steps I mentioned. Lets recap again. Notice that spell says “pacer” when flipped:

A stage play which is beyond anything you can ever imagine at the moment is recorded by a broadband level tech that totally captures the image in a way thats most accurate is then broadcast in cinemas for those who sit, entranced, taking it in as the feature presentation. This is then flipped into a Game they can play at home whilst plugged in to the net with the rest and the general downgrade is made up for with the sense of agency and feeling you’re doing something via artificial connections and various manipulations designed to pull you in to an imitation of a world that was, in and of its Self, perfect. What happens next is of interest as these solo playas now find themselves back in the theater with smellavision masks on their heads much like a VR experience that is backed up with internal stimulation of their five sensory apparatus.

Strange, isn’t it, how a downgrade can seem the opposite from those that don’t know what they miss and are so enamored with what they get that they don’t stop to question why “mind” and “mined” are homonyms. Those pesky Devilish spells, strike again!

At some point previous there were those who saw the trick for what it is as they decided to Know the Ledge. Using all the methods at hand they sent elaborate messages, symbols and images to be preserved for future generations that would come and sink into this mess so they stood a fighting chance in getting the heck out of a hell that seemed to be something else as the devil himself had pulled the greatest trick (with a little help from his children, including the twelve whom he favored in his own peculiar way):

That he was you. And you, my friend, are nothing less than the Prime. The all of everything.

For some this will be a bitter pill that contains the promised milk and honey within. For others what they’ve been munching, for many incarnations, is the exact opposite as they’re invested in sweet nothings that poison their inner realms. Try to make them disconnect from this false paradigm and they’ll scream all kinds of invective. As directed by the voice in their head. Good little meat puppets that cheer at the crucifixion and desecration of those who attempt to save them before the same sinners with mouths agog invert the teachings. Why? In order to keep you coming back for a second, third and fourth helping of this dimension to ensure you never ascend and remained plugged in to their construction which is, in a nutshell, pure Adulteration and the polar opposite of the Prime that is the all of everything and you, in essence.

Pure consciousness.

Lets get back to the sketch we’d began to etch before we leapt on this tangent like a high functioning schizophrenic who is just beginning to comprehend the point of the straight jacket is to prevent him from learning how to spread his higher dimensional wings in order to rise above the madness that is living in a body, on a planet, as it chases a fireball through the abyss.

VR multi sensory experience overlays are now pumped into the collective and the level of stimulation is so immense that it generates a new type of numbness in order to function. In many ways this is far closer to, and yet totally perverted, their Prime incarnation but the process of making outer within then the opposite as individuals are formed into a collective before being cleaved again leads us to the next level:

Remember, a live performance was captured on broadband level tech then broadcast to those who sit in the cinema and take it in whilst making it valid with their presence (trees that fall without a Witness create what type of effect?) are then sitting alone, at a desk, playing something quite like the performance but different before finding a presence that augments and manipulates their sensory equipment to create a novel form of stimulation that is so intense they need to numb in order to cope with it.

As you can tell each step retains a part of the original Psylense but the signal gets overlaid with more and more noiZ as the downgrade kicks in much like how you could, as an Eighties jit, go to the theater to see a flick or wait a bit and buy a bootleg VHS with loads of static and people munching and yelling as some industrious hustler did his thing and kept the streets fed. This is the Game.

In between these two states you could say that a Blu Ray was the first stage when it came to replicating the display followed by the audio visual downgrade that we’d label DVDs before the same process repeats and we see the current level of gaming fidelity that is about to shift to a VR deal as the next step which blends the real and false realms in order to lure new playas in to the predictable web that it spins.

Its all the same thing, repeating endlessly and what you have just managed to feelsee is a peek behind a curtain the voice in your head would rather not have you suspect even exists because eternal life for you means a certain death for it and thus it needs to keep you in the theater of the dead, mistaking it for the opposite. This is the Game.

Now when you hear me say “The Game of Souls has you, my friend” you can start to unwrap the intent behind the sentiment as there is such a depth to this that most people are akin to the inhabitants of Flatland (an imaginary Two D realm) and it feels like I’m attempting to describe a sphere to them as they scratch their heads and say “You mean a circle?”. How the hell would you sketch a hypercube to them, on their level, as they move around in a flat plane based entirely on limitation and ignorance of various subtle processes that first allowed the green shoots to bloom before a a tree came into view that was then nurtured by the elements before being chopped, chipped and processed then pressed into a sheet of paper upon which they base their entire existence whilst being totally unaware of the stages previous, their true power, current position and who is responsible for the scribbles they take as gospel which omit the steps mentioned and render reality at a poor resolution with no true exit plan or solution beyond the illusion of delusion beget by confusion for those hopelessly plugged in to what feeds them to sustain itself.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Gods With Amnesia

Some things about life are just plain fun because we come at them with a sense of wonder and ignorance. The thrill of mastery, gaining a new skill or the budding of a relationship all offer bliss as they etch new neural traces in the gray matter of your head and the hologram projected shifts to accommodate your fresh perceptions. That alone, for most, should be a huge hint abut the primacy of consciousness and how the whole rose tint effect of state dependent memory works for everything from puppy lxve to chronic depression. We are nothing if not stories made flesh.

The amazing thing about this concept is exactly how pliant the whole script is and how little bearing with “reality” (whatever that is) is actually needed for it to kick. In many ways the “Fake it till you make it” clique have some of the right concept as do the law of attraction heads but it all misses a vital step:

Being Centered in Self.

Have you ever noticed that what you chase, recedes and when you decide you don’t need it it appears, instantly? Thats a pretty weird blip when it comes to the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits as it runs counter to the DNA Commands etched into the flesh. Like the other one that says “Toward pleasure, away from pain” as that is a surefire way of compounding your ignorance and heaping suffering pon your head. But, thats another topic. Today we’re kicking it on the perks of being gods with amnesia as that is what you are.

Imagine you were a candle. A special type of wax based host for sentience that glistens with the illumination that shines from the head. Now, we all know, fine well, that it didn’t spark itself and something else came along and made that contribution. Many call it whatever and then fight over the differences but we ain’t concerned with this as we’re keeping it real simple for this bit. The flame passes from parents to jits and when the wax melts we call that death as the shine that once lit is no longer present. But, what if there were levels to this? Dig:

Lets say the prime light came from the sun and if we were to stick this immense wattage on a candle it would melt as its simply too much voltage for it to handle. In order to make this kick we have a step down effect in which the current is regulated by, well, how handy is that, a dimension. Yes, thats perfect because in much the same way that a sphere can be simplified to a circle in which it maintains the essence whilst doing its own thing the candle gains a glow and does what it does best:

Promptly forgets its the root cause of all of this and believes its the wax which melts. Of course, the thought of this generates immense stress and thus most will pretend this isn’t happening and/or they are somehow immune to the process. A few will get wax lifts, others will even attempt to stitch LEDs to the tip and become Techno Candles. The old preachers like this not and call it the mark of the devil as its an abhorrent bastardization of their true potential and, who knows, they may be correct but, in the end, thats just as ignorant because of the whole “Sunlight using dimensions to dampen its influence to a level of comprehension capable of being decoded by wax based beings” concept I’ve just sketched in your awareness.

So, these candles in the wind that live lives so unpredictable tend to dim as they progress because not only is the wax dripping but something they don’t suspect is harvesting their energetics in a way that is subtle as it is slick for the syphon entices them via words in the wick of their spinal column that sends signals to their awareness that says:

“Why don’t you do this? And that? I’m not taking that mess. Let em have it, Chris!”.

This interloper in the mix, the dark side of the moon made manifest, brings a random element of chaos into the mix because, otherwise, life on the planet of sentient candles may just get boring. Now they can happily fight about hue, shade, length, brightness and many other topics. Much wax is spilled. Lets have a moment of silence for those that were extinguished so the rest may shine and melt.

What do you think would happen in this scene if, one day, a member steps up and says:

“See that big shiny thing over head that seems immense and powerful and glows all over the realm? Have you ever noticed how similar we are? If not in scale, in essence. I think there is something we don’t get and its not very well hidden but difficult to comprehend, nonetheless”.

How would they react?

Now we, so wise and elegant as human bearers of consciousness that are nowhere near stupid enough to believe the tricks and processing that something as powerful as awareness is actually generated (and not just modulated by the flesh) would steadily get the reference due to the outlined message:

“Well, they are like people in Flatland with no notion of sphere and thus the circle signals the depth of their image as they draw upon a flawed dataset and attempt to extract a deeper meaning using fragments that they stitch together using ignorance and wishful thinking”.

Of course the candles would never, ever get this as its beyond their frame of reference. Say, do you think many humans ever suspect that we decode a tiny, tiny percentage of the EM spectrum and that our subconscious awareness is capable of processing billions of bits of information in an instant with a speed and proficiency that would have silicon melting as it needed the power of a thousand suns to approximate a handful of Souls in true free motion or that these folks, once programmed, could be trained to accept a tiny part of their awareness that is built up of around seven bits that then ignore the rest which was instantly pressed through filters of perception, expectation and limits on what they believe is possible. I’m sure they would, after all, the comments sections, everywhen, and what trends show that man is smart and getting smarter.

And yet none of them seem to question the official narrative of how Egypt stepped on the scene, fully formed and perfect, whilst those who came after were downgraded imitations that didn’t stand the test of time and the planet is filled with myths and legends that attest that the current level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits could be called dumb and dumber get numb and number. Such is the state of gods with amnesia these days as they clutch to their symbols of faith like a drowning man a brick who, via their presence, never discovered that he could actually swim, real well, as that would lead to question who dumped him in the ocean and to what intent.

Thats the Game. Thats the Game, my friend, and you only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent. Much like Candleville he makes his presence felt by augmenting your awareness at a low level aka the voice in your head but the trick is realizing you are that which listens and thus far more powerful. In that respect its like the candle, whilst living – before melt, the end – channeling the true power of illumination of the sun that chills in a higher dimension. Suddenly the oft repeated adage of “Know ye not that ye are gods?” makes way more sense to 8% of the populace as the splinter in their mind is dislodged. But, for those who wish to keep it as its a nice accompaniment to the forest of ignorance within which they’re meandering its still pretty slick, isn’t it?

I mean, here you are, wandering around on a planet, wearing flesh and totally convinced you’re human.

That is beyond crazy but not as insane as the so called schizo who, to extend the candle narrative, is akin to one of the waxmen that flips between the limited dimensional plane and the higher state I call Prime awareness but then attempts to navigate a sphere using the map of a circle. No wonder they generate such confusion. Actually, thinking about it, it now makes perfect sense why those that suspect that something is amiss and they’re being persecuted by shadowy agents that play with perceptions end up with depot injections in their rear ends and padded cells, yes? On the flip we have those who Know the Ledge and many to navigate this higher realm by reverse engineer the waxy ignorance, overcoming the limits of the wick and, via the power of sheer will, align the light with its source and they grin as they get the great cosmic wheeze which is amnesiac gods, in full effect.

In times of mass deception telling the truth is a hallmark of a spiritual revolutionary, yes? But even that word hints about the nature of the wheel of incarnation for it matters not if candlemen dwell in times golden in which they Know and live “I and the glow are one” as they dabble their toes in the seas of ignorance up to their descendants who clutch bricks of ignorance covered in labels of wisdom they never stopped to check because, in the end, its just a Game. Through the ages some wax lyrical, about that and this, whilst others attest there are no short cuts, only circumcisions as one must be willing to put the work in and be in the stick, not of it as that plays with your perceptions for the tallow and wick can present a convincing narrative to one that believes they create the shine they’re hosting. Not to mention the media of the times and the winds they whip that threaten them with an end as well as the countless scripts that are poured into their heads whilst their shells are forming and developing which leaves them in a state of Adulteration in which they Know not their Self and instead fully invest in something that someone outside them told them was gospel and must never, ever be reality tested.

Say, you think thats why they tell us never to stare at the sun?

Much like the old trope of:

“Today a man on acid believed he could fly as he leapt to his death and splattered on the pavement”.

That is etched in many heads we have a few that question:

“If he truly believed then why not take off from the ground like a bird and ascend?”.

Sadly logic, like common sense, is a rare element. Those who possess it find their candles sprinkled with Promethium as they possess a different resonance to the rest by simply using whats present as intended and not the augment. What? You thought that an LED future didn’t hint about an induced dim designed to make the pitch seem attractive? I wonder what their social medias would be like in Candleville? In that respect I can personally attest that whilst staring at the sun may or may not be the best bet of one thing you can be certain is this:

Get up when it rises and hit the bricks with your musty ass, early in the AM. Thats right, no getting clean and fresh because we’re keeping it super funky in this bish! That and it provides a control aspect without the usual and bathing/caffeine shift to assist mapping the difference in awareness as you get to Know thy Self. The effect is uber invigorating and the side effects are immense as you are, in effect, telling your mindbody rhythm:

“Don’t you call this a regular jam. I’m gonna rock this land. I’m gonna take this itty bitty world by storm… And I’m just getting warm!”.

On the flip – because everything is interconnected – when the dusk kicks in your body knows its the PM (especially if your home lights are dimmed and you’re not praying in front of the black mirror in bed) which generates an amazingly refreshing night of rest that has you leaping out of bed to do it all again like a perpetual motion candle that moves like John Wick. Those who do this may find themselves shining with a glow of consciousness the rest wish to mimic and instill but lack the motivation to put the work in aka Knowing the Ledge. Try it, its amazing. Here’s a few tips to get you started:

  • Go for a walk within the first hour of sunrise when the UV index is near nil.
  • No lenses on your head as they usually have some type of flex that alters the wavelength. Be natural, my friend.
  • Smile. I can’t emphasize how important this is as the corners of your lips are a hotbed of energetics but thats a deeper topic. Try smiling between your brows as well, see what happens.
  • For fun you may wish to try it barefoot on the grass or sand as that brings a new flex once you’ve mastered the basics.

There is a more advanced process that is probably too complex for the poor folks of Candleville to comprehend but for us oh so smart humans I’ll share a vid in a bit that details the ins and outs of what can only be termed third eye weightlifting as it brings immense strength to your pineal which takes us back to the old text that says:

“If thine eye be single then truly shall it ring and sing:
“Every time I shine around your dome, bling, bling“
And know ye shall the Kingdom is within“.

Or words to that effect.

Till we meet again

Two Words That Ruined Your Life

There are just two words that ruined your life. Two of them. They laid the foundations for the Pane Body, they were your in house instruction into the world of Adulteration and they are prevalent, with their own variations, across the world. They are “Stop crying”. Have you ever asked your Self how you, exactly, are supposed to do that? Whilst you are thinking lets consider the natural principles at play. Babies do not come into this place as a blank slate. That is such a basic and incorrect way of looking at things that its actually laughable but also tragic. Any parent or caregiver will attest that these teeny, tiny bundles of (insert dominant emotion) come equipped with their own temperament. Some of them are happy as can be whilst others are brimming with curiosity as their head turns that way and this to whatever catches their attention, usually at a time when most other babies don’t even have full control of their neck I’ve noticed, and then there are the grumps, the ones that need attention as well as the rebels that seem to like some me time in between the feeding and changing. There are almost thirty variations, twenty eight to be exact, and they can be mapped and checked as well as tested because that is all part of the parameters of incarnation which we’ll get into when we uncover realities programming language.

For now lets pretend you are familiar with the concept as its akin to each new recruit being equipped with the same song which says “I am a baby” but then its ran through a specific set of equalization which emphasizes certain aspects or instill specific preferences. Its really quite clever and efficient and its what accounts for variations between twins who are otherwise identical as you may not initially be able to tell which one is speaking but after you get to know them and notice their quirks its readily evident there is much more underneath the surface than most people suspect. Take this average scene, anywhen, that happens quite frequent:

Father is stressed, he’s got loads on at the office but had to check out to take his four year old to a dental appointment because his wife isn’t well. He wants to get it over and done as quick as he can as this is quite an inconvenience to him completing his days task so is he taking large strides and walking big.

The child is apprehensive. At first she was glad of the reprieve when her mother was sick and then dismayed to learn she wouldn’t cancel the appointment. She doesn’t like the dentist. He is very rough, not at all sensitive and he talks about her like she isn’t there. She doesn’t know how to verbalize this yet but it all feels very invalidating. When she tries to express this to her parents they don’t listen and say “Its essential to maintain your dental health, you’ll appreciate it when you are older and your teeth are perfect”. She can’t hold her fathers hand because he is busy talking into his phone as he has done since he came and picked her up from school. They’ve barely spoken at all during the trip and she’s feeling quite anxious as they rush to the destination. As her father is walking quite quick she is almost running to keep up with him and then she trips and falls on the pavement. She lies there crying, huge sobs are wracking her little frame as the accumulated tension amplifies her pain. Her father looks at her and she can feel his disdain and anger as well as he says into his phone “I’ll call you back after I deal with this” and hangs up as he retraces his steps with an air of disapproval that is obvious:

“Come on, get up. That isn’t that bad. Stop making a big thing of this”.

The child now feels supremely invalidated like insult piled onto injury from one who should be caregiving and this creates an even greater swell of emotion. Her father isn’t in the mood to hear this as his nerves were already on edge due to the work stress and now people are looking as he appears flustered. “Stop making a scene. You are a young girl now, not a little baby”. Further invalidation for the child who now feels like they are not at all being seen and this amps her voltage as she lets out a scream of frustration. His exasperation ramps up a notch and he grabs her with a firmness in his palms and says “It doesn’t hurt, stop crying. Stop crying this instant. Lets just get this over and done with. Why do you have to be so difficult?”.

There it is. This was the first time the child start blunting their natural flow of emotion. That is how you stop crying. But this is just part of the process because its akin to creating a state of stagnation and repression which will form the bars in their head for the Mind Made Prison where they will live once Adulteration is in full swing. Two words can create a life sentence. These are the fundamental basics upon which this civilization is built. Is it any wonder man is the cruelest animal? The world reflects this but nobody ever questions why children come into this world glowing in a state of Inner Sense which dims into the programmed ways of Adulteration.

Do you remember when you first realized your parents were also once children? I do. It was very vivid as my mind reeled and said “What happened?”. It was utterly perplexing but also obvious, in retrospect, as I tried to comprehend that they too, once upon a when, like to draw, paint and sketch, sing, dance, imagine or pretend and countless other things I’d never seen them do once in all my time on the planet. That was a huge thing. Immense. In many ways this was the genesis of my rebellion against the System because I realized that if this is what happened to them and everyone else that went to school and the rest then that must be the problem. Granted I had the presence of my grandmother who was totally illiterate but wildly creative and supremely intuitive and the contrast was obvious. Something had to give and I knew if pleasing them by fitting in meant losing this state I so treasured then I was willing to take all of the whipping, threats and ostracization they’d promise but I simply would not, could not, acquiesce. No way. What I had was way too vital and the last thing I wanted was to be anything like them.

Now, this may seem like a lot of depth for a child to think with but thats because its not actually done with linguistics. Its pure feeling. Thats how Inner Sense works and thats why a child in development only speaks a tiny facet of what is going within but, in comparison to the Adulterated, their minds spin at light speed as they notice, cross reference, correlate and inspect every single thing. Not only this but the inner realm of a child is so sensorily vivid in comparison. I’ll give you an example:

A child lies on the floor, in deep but totally free concentration. They are drawing a picture of something that currently only exists within them. Its a race to capture the essence via their developing neuromotor skills that attempt to translate their intuition using paper and ink. At that moment the child is entirely present. A parent could call their name from the next room and they simply wouldn’t hear them. Its not a question of disobedience its actually a skill that many spiritual adepts will spend their entire lifetime regaining and only come close to a fragment of this single pointed focus. After a few yells the now angry parent comes in and may repeat themselves. The child still didn’t hear because they are getting so close to completion. It already looks so awesome and its close to picture perfect because what is on the page is simply an outline to display what their imagination fills in and thus its a masterpiece in full effect. Thing is something happens. They can feel a shift in the winds. The creative sails have been trimmed as there is now a gloomy presence within that is affecting their temperament, awareness and embodiment. They look up and see the dark clouds on their parents face and notice they are in stark contrast with the happy scene they’re painting as they hear the haranguing “Why don’t you ever listen? I’ve been standing here calling you for the past ten minutes!”. You know the rest, this isn’t uncommon or special but so few many people stop to notice the implications.

This is why children may not listen to what they’re parents say but they definitely feel how they are and this is also the reason why so many people sport the same programming but expressed in a new generation. Did you know the childs mind is the same brainwave resonance as the adults under a state of hypnosis. If a man on stage can have you totally convinced you are a chicken as you stand there pecking and clucking after a quick induction what do you think happens when you are in your initial prime state and neural traces are still being laid to shape your awareness and relation to your energetics in the moment? The implications of grasping just this are world changing, should you choose to apply them, but this means you have to deal with your mess and that only happens by comprehending you’ve been Adulterated which then brings you face to face with the System and, for most, this challenges their assumptions and beliefs too much so they’d rather keep on with what they did. Even though they know fine well it just makes them miserable.

He picks her up off the ground and firmly shakes her shoulders as he fixes her with a look that is intense. “Stop crying, this instant. You are making a scene. I don’t have time for this“. The little girl learns how to numb herself and disconnect the signals pouring into her awareness from her present moment embodiment which contains not only the pain from her leg, the trepidation in her chest and the contraction in her neck but all of the rest, previously mentioned. If you look at the history of this planet you’ll see the British Empire, in its various forms and incarnations, has brutalized pretty much every other race or location in ways that are totally efficient, notably unfeeling and closer to the actions of a numbed demon than a human that is actually breathing the same air as the rest. Now does it click how you stop crying as well as the real meaning of a stiff upper lip? This is the true nature of Adulteration. Humanities worst kept secret and most obvious problem. This statement isn’t racist because facts don’t care about your feelings and the spoils of war that decorate their museums as well as the countless riches they’ve looted under the guise of bringing civilization to the “primitives” highlights the nature of this schism so please comprehend this isn’t a personal diss because the Soul that manifests has naught to do with the avatar its sporting as that is what provides the imperience of embodiment via is specific vibration but in order to fix something you first must accept the lay of the land how it is and the Devilish language is a huge part of the problem as the deeds do evidence.

I mean, case in point, if you take three women. One is English, the other French and the final contestant is Italian and neither of them say a thing. Matter of fact lets say you can’t even see their faces. All you get is a plain silhouette of them in motion. Which one do you think would have the most attractive gait? The best embodiment? The most natural steps and grace of the feminine? There is a huge difference between them all even though they’re all white in that respect and this is part of the nature of these programming languages and how the culture you’re raised within shapes your internal operating system. In that respect I call it Devilish for a good reason because its almost primed to ensure a near total disconnection of your once natural resonance and this is why I said that it tops the list in 8 traits that make a Slave.

The tears are flowing, her lips are quivering and she’s feeling quite terrible but the threat that is present says it will withdraw its affection and protection if she doesn’t offer compliance. She clamps down her teeth, purses her lips, suppresses the shakes and shudders as she blinks away the tears in order to do as he says. He seems pleased by this and they continue hurrying to the appointment. The shock of all of this on top of the days events means that Adulteration is certain for this girl as she matures and it all happened in an event that neither will fully recollect and one Thunks is totally inconsequential.

As I said there are twenty eight basic flavors for the incarnational template on this stage of the Game we are playing using our Souls as credits but the ways to get messed up are limitless. This was actually a really tame example but one that is exceedingly common in this realm because that basic sense of empathy is totally lacking in most people. That and children are entirely present in the now, swimming in vivid feelings and dwelling in Inner Sense whilst the Adulterated evades that resonance by living in their head, accepting labels in lieu of direct perception and always being slightly future paced or backward facing. This is why the Path of Power is super thin and accepts nothing less than being totally honest for you to be able to create it by walking. Its also why only 8% of the entire population is even willing to get back to the state whilst the rest would rather carry on the way they’ve been shaped by parents who were, back then, as numb as them in the present. All of this ran through my chest as a jit but the past two thousand words were expressed in a few images instead and in way more detail, thanks to the powers of Inner Sense. Like I said, this was the genesis of my rebellion and the one man army is still fighting because what I possess is much too precious to trade it for whatever is needed to fit in and be well adjusted to such social sickness. You can keep it if thats the cost of access as it cannot bring anything I’ve ever wanted. See why the Kingdom is within and its all a question of Self Knowledge?

Now, in a perfect world where parents weren’t Adulterated that average scene would go like this:

The office is busy, he notices a message which says “Hey, I’m still not feeling any better. I hate to do this as I know you’re stretched thin but we’ve waited a month for this appointment. Could you take her instead?”.

He realizes there are two options. Reschedule or move forward. He decides to stick to the script. Being aware of his state and energetics he corrects his presence as he leaves the office. Stamping his shoes into the pavement first off all to ground his nervous system he jumps in the whip and lets out some yells and screams of frustration. Once the vent is done he pops on his favorite music and thinks “Well, at least I’m out of the office for an hour and half with my kid even though she hates the dentist”. This inspires him to question why that is as he notices she only said that after her last trip.

He gets to the school and is buzzed in. His daughter runs up and hugs him and says “Dad, I don’t want to go to the dentist” because she knows he’ll listen. “Why? Whats the problem? Do you want to look like a rabbit or be the first kid in the world to need dentures?”. She laughs. “No, thats not it. I don’t like the dentist”. “In general?”. “No, this one. I don’t like how he smells and how he talks like I don’t exist plus he never asks my opinion or checks if its hurting. The one before him was totally different and I didn’t mind one bit”.

He considers his options. “OK, cool. Thanks for telling me. You don’t have to go to him if you don’t wish. We’ll find someone else so, for now at least, you can miss the appointment”. What happens next is the exact opposite of the previous scenario as the child was seen and Witnessed. Her perspective was validated and he listened. The depth of resonance between them is alive and vivid as both are present in the moment. This is a planet without Adulteration and it really isn’t that difficult because its a simple as doing the Knowledge and actually creating an environment that nurtures a childs innate potential instead of bludgeoning them into submission with the last generations problems and way of doing things that came from the life unexamined.

In this example they could have used that time to go for a quick trip and whilst they were eating ice cream the child may have intuitively said something that sparked off a chain reaction in her parent as it presented a novel solution for the problem they had at the office. Do you see how many variables there are and why I firmly believe that if we simply let the children lead for a couple or three generations then the Game would be quite different. You can also see why the Slave/Masters don’t like me as their entire thing is Adulteration. Its what keeps the tills ringing and many profitable aspects are built upon the sacrificial rites around Inner Sense. Shades of Moloch, yes? Where babies were tossed into a fire pit as a means of atonement. To us it seems insanely barbaric but that was their form of Adulteration which is still present in this realm but with its own refinements yet still as invisible. Second nature is what they’re selling and your tacit acceptance of this programming is what keeps you stressed, depressed and miserable because the repression of emotions creates a division within as Devilish hints:

Like I said, there are many aspects of this problem that manifest but it all stems from the introduction of Adulteration to Inner Sense and its usually done by numb parents who are too busy and stressed to form a true connection or resonance with a state they no longer comprehend and thus cannot even imagine is so sensitive. In that respect you could say a child imperiences the world as it is whereas the Adulterated is a few steps removed, via a lens, whilst wearing welders mitts. I’m not going to mollycoddle and say its not your fault or you aren’t the cause of this because you are if you’re willingly choosing to live in ignorance of Self and even if you’ve never pondered this from now on you have no excuses because often having it pointed out is enough to spot it when it happens as you dig your Reality Tunnel.

Two words ruined your life. Two of them. And there are countless other spells and rites of the Devilish language that keep heaping on the damage and creating more tension and thus a lack of resonance between the thoughts in your head and the feelings that manifest from the chest and abdomen. This truly is the root cause of so many problems in this realm. Pretty much all of them can be traced back to Adulteration and thus you could say its a disease of civilization which takes the toothpaste tube of your consciousness and squeezes it all into one end, rolls over the rest and holds it in with clips called ties and belts then replaces the nozzle with a very thin exit (aka masked existence) that generates an immense amount of pressure within. Say Hi to your Pane Body. The image describes its well and its the exact reason why what was once flexible and open becomes fixed and rigid as most progress in the flesh. This is also the true cause of what people call being triggered as thats just another way of saying “What you did caused sensations within my energetics I’d rather not acknowledge or deal with but seeing as I’m totally ignorant of Self and unable to regulate my presence I will blame you for them and insist you cease and desist, this instant“.

Ironic, isn’t it? That will all this progress there are so few in this realm that mature but still keep their Inner Sense and full bodied presence intact. There are places I could name and cultures as examples because what I’m speaking on is the truth of the human condition and thus your life truly is a symptom of modern civilization which is entirely unnatural from the out of season, internationally grown and nutritionally stripped foods you eat to the sheer amount of endocrine disturbing toxins that are present in pretty much everything and increasing as well countless other things everyone takes for granted and has never stopped to check the alternatives. Why haven’t they? Simple, the System won’t allow it. It doesn’t program these options into the Thunk lexicon inside your head which shuffles around the same well used concepts, again and again, to create a life not only unexamined but also entirely predictable as well. No wonder people need to amuse themselves to death as they look everywhere but within because if they did they’d break down crying as all those repressed emotions came raging to the surface.

That is an option. I did and I’ve helped countless others sense more of themselves as what is life if not your thoughts, your feelings, your body and what you do with it. All of this is actually one thing, itself “no thing”, that exists on different planes of resonance. This is why honesty is vital because that ensures coherence between what you think, do and feel. This state, although natural, does need regulation but that comes not from the threat of external sanctions that most call parenting but from the art of Self Knowledge that places the tools required for energy management in the hands of the one piloting the flesh that is wrapped around their consciousness. The alternative is the life you and pretty much everyone else on the planet is living and this is what your children will inherit with each one being number and dumber than the one previous.

Till we meet again

They Are YOUR Fears

Ranging from mild discomfort to flat out nope to the power of infinitum there isn’t a Soul in this realm that hasn’t been tainted and painted by the fear brush. Matter of fact I’d be willing to bet that, on a scale of one to ten, there are many, many more with a double digit fix (served with all the sprinkles) than those that stand alone with a “Take it or leave it” mindset. Isn’t that interesting? It certainly makes me think because if the Game is mental that means its fought in your head via thoughts and perceptions and your interaction with these energetics. What I’m saying is they are YOUR fears. Really let that sink in to the depths of your perception and down to the core belief level because what springs from this is an immense sense of empowerment when you comprehend that the Game plays out inside your awareness. Imagine it like this:

If silence was scared of the song it would miss the best part of the performance it makes possible as it strives to avoid that which it can’t ignore and thus must deal with. Feel that within. Not just the words and the text but the somatic sense it builds. Make it rich. Sensual. Is the quiet fluffy and the sound sharp and violent in comparison? What are their colors? Explore the resonance. Thats like the zone of (dis)comfort to which we run and then wonder why the magic never seems to come or manifest. Matter of fact Hollywood (and the rest of its front organizations like education and politics) thrives on this and depends upon your ignorance to butter the bread you’re force fed, even though you’re gluten and dairy intolerant. Did you know that both of these things create an opiate like effect inside your head that makes it really hard to quit that which provides a small slice of comfort in a world that feels two steps from hell but with pretty decent window dressing designed to keep the stench of fear well hid under a thin veneer of socialization and tricks that lead to all in this realm wearing masks that deny they’re mere fragments of themselves.

And the alpha and omega of this mix? Fear, itself.

Everybody has a regret. A time they recollect, with an effortlessness which pitches a vivid image in your head along with the matching somatic sensations like a shortness of breath, your shoulders scrunching and maybe your brow as well whilst your throat gets tense and thin bead of sweat makes its presence felt via weak knees, arms heavy and a mind that automatically offers “Spaghetti” as the next link. Sometimes you’ve just got to lose your (false) self in order to come to your senses about the true nature of this illusion in which we are currently manifest and taught to believe we’re human. Isn’t it interesting that the spell I just spit also has another meaning which links in quite well with the start of this section and the entire topic. It also means a legal action which means one wavelength with many modes of resonance, none of which you created but all you accepted without question when they were pumped into your head at a time you were impressionable. Trying to make sense of a world that seemed frighteningly magnificent as you were surrounded by those who no longer felt quite as fresh and vivid themselves as they were far distanced from the gift of the present moment and thus Adulterated. And, to think, in terms of emotional richness and strength fear was most probably the wavelength you were most familiar with in terms of its relative resonance and way it overwhelmed your senses. Like a cloud of darkness that quietly draped over the light music that kept you distracted by its non stop chatter and impressions that never end via that voice in your head that you aren’t but Thunk you are because thats what Simon Says…

For all you know you know and know you don’t there is a much larger part that you won’t admit and thus place off limits. I call it “What you don’t know you don’t know“. Its a dark side of the moon thing because there is a wax and wane that slides between a light and dark that is reflected but the flip of this contains… Well, haven’t you wondered? I do, still, and did, once upon a when.

See, I know fear in a way that most people will never, ever makes its acquaintance. Its been my royal, loyal friend since before I stepped in and donned this skin around my unfinite awareness that was split – like a tree laden with fruit that was stripped of its offerings before having its leaves trimmed and then its branches were hacked to bits before the trunk was axed in and the roots fully ripped from the ground that sustained them so all thats left is a seed, an acorn of remembrance, a glimmer of potential. A fractal expression of the all of everything that was flip turned upside down upon its Self and then launched into a realm modulated via the five senses that peer at a tiny, tiny selection of the electromagnetic spectrum from which they stitch together a narrative and are then held hostage by the voice in their head that uses their fears as a weapon to ensure they always dwell within the cell of the Mind Made Prison that has bars, invisible, but are, nonetheless, felt by every single Soul in this realm on a scale of one to ten with most weighing in as emotionally body positive but trying hard to pretend they’re perfectly supermodel thin and or curvaceous or whatever else isn’t them but is programmed in by this realm as what is not only accepted but expected and anything less is a mess that is not inherently attractive.

You can consider all of this to be the inverted tree of the (false) self from which we eat thanks to nibbling the Venusian riddle that presents hidden inside both the orbit and fruit itself as well as the crooked trick that intends to insert Siri into your iris as we become transhuman and prep for the next level with the credit of our Soul being dropped into what I’ll call Techno Sapiens when carbon and silicon mix. How wild is this? Without fear nobody would accept this but with it it seems so attractive. Kind of like how people are going to look back at this immense period of self hatred in this realm where no one can’t accept themselves as they are and then yell at others for not sanctioning their madness by buying into the image they project. Tell me this world isn’t crazy. Matter of fact, rate that on a scale of one to ten with the single digit being a range of people that Know their Self and energetics so well they are capable of manifesting things that regular people wouldn’t comprehend but lets say they effortlessly breathe two times a minute with optimal blood oxygenation thanks to not possessing an immense belt of tension that winds its invisible grip around their neck, chest and abdomen as well as their eyes, mouths and forehead as well and ten being those that are unaware of what I’ve just said but having it run their awareness via a voice in their head which, at this very moment, is trying to discount what you’ve just read because if you clicked this then the jig is up and a Game with no playas is an empty dimension like a box which could contain a kitten except there was no pussy within as without perception there is naught but potential. The end. Before it even begins.

Thats how powerful your awareness is. Really let that sink in and see how far you can follow it to its depths and maybe you too will hear the Psylense. When you do I’d be interested in hearing what it said and how your trip notes compare and contrast to my imperience as we all bring our own perspective and bias which mistranslates the message due to our own judgement.

Thats how powerful your awareness is. With a silken effortlessness a world was pulled over your head, like a cowl that scowls with a veiled threat of darkness as you were set about by three hooligans that we shall call Thought, Emotion and Action. If you stop and think about it its often this trio that leave their sig upon the cheques of time you are then pledged to honor by the board as you serve your life sentence in the flesh swimming in ignorance of these principles as you’ve been trained to Thunk that stars and earthbound celebs are one and the same thing when, in reality, only one of these is authentic but both need a Witness to exist. Like I said, holly wood weaves spells and like that tree that was stripped back down to its most basic essence your awareness was fragmented so they could take this negative space and fill it with things that don’t exist. Much like a kid intuits, if you close your eyes it doesn’t exist aka withdraw your awareness from this realm and what the one who built in darkness with no guidance or admonishment created as his footrest with a little help from his friends. Actually, lets get back to them:

Though, Emotion and Action were three good kids that came up in a place two bus stops from hell. It didn’t take long for them to get corrupted into Perverted Thought, Desiring Emotion and Destructive Action who took the helm and, in effect, they possessed the original Inner Sense with a state of Adulteration that deviated so far from their blueprint that they turned to kill that which gave them life. Much like humans and this planet which is chocked to the gills with xenoestrogens and micro-plastics that exert their quiet influence in a long con of terraforming humans via the steady degradation of their environment in the quest to acquire more newly printed bills that are backed by nothing else than peoples investment in what they rep as they mistake the map for the destination and thus miss that true wealth springs from within which is why the System built over it and installed a plumbing rig that then sends you a bill for the pleasure of drinking the waters they’ve filled with a perfect balance of trace level toxins designed to ensure you are steadily poisoned by what you are consuming as a form of sustenance. Social media and the press are ten times worse than this and a billion times less subtle but flicking back, again, to that one to ten insane human scale, I bet you can imagine that those who live in the transcendent awareness of Inner Sense that isn’t Adulterated with bands of tension that skew their perceptions to taint their presence with a process I’ve termed the Pane Body – named so because you see through it and thus its invisible until you comprehend that, if they could, they’d charge you to breathe the air which is no different from getting a water bill, is it?

So, these three kids let him have it, Chris, and killed the one that gave them sentience. You. They are YOUR fears as this all plays out inside your awareness ergo you are another me and I am thee from another lens because we’re made of the Self same thing that every religion is chasing and science dreams of cavorting with. The zero point of origin, the Prime, the prexisting that has many names and labels but will never be found in any temple, mosque or establishment man built as they are simply tools of oppression, repression and dividing under the guise of unification to provide conflict. Just like the net, yes? So you can pretend these three form the dimensions that birthed the flesh you’re currently wearing whilst being hooked on phonics and carrying an acorn of potential within that most, from start to end, will never stop and examine. Those who plant and water it with their attention are far less. Can you see why I’ve said this realm is a living hell to those who still dwell in Inner Sense? All it took was a near constant series of assaults on my frame since I stepped in to gain this awareness in the flesh because when you’ve been scared to death the only thing that comes next is to dare to live, once again, because the only way out of this realm needs you to balance the equation ergo you can’t leave with any more or less than you stepped in with:

One hundred percent pure confidence and total Self acceptance with the intrinsic awareness you are the most important person on the planet and this entire place revolves around your presence. Thats Inner Sense, in its most basic. The Warrior aims to transcend Adulteration by shaking off his programming and the collective hypnosis foisted on the population and sustained using the threats of life ending events, near constant stress and more distractions than your caveman energetics can handle as you stayed hypnotized by a black mirror that reflects the planet Saturn that moves in a hexagram and thus links to Venus. Like I said, the stars tell me far realer tales than any of your fake celebs but their well timed deaths certainly send a message which is akin to a sacrifice to these ruffians – now twelve and counting – much like war and conflict. You ever wondered about all of those dead cows, pigs and whatever else they told us needed to become burnt offerings for whatever reason? What about abortions as well or is that a bridge to far for you to travail just like womens rights being the best thing for them when, in reality, they’re more oppressed now than they’ve ever been as they get all the same stress and problems as modern men but with no true friends or camaraderie and the rest because women, first and foremost, compete amongst themselves and thus chase delusions that were poured into their heads by shows that told them “Yes, you can have your cake and stay thin, without Ozempic face kicking in” as Sex & The City did a number on their awareness. Wait till I tell you about those famous soles painted red and their true origin because if you believe that woof ticket then you’ll probably accept the huge fib that that says death and taxes are inevitable as you swim in the seas of debt and Thunk that getting ahead is best done by exchanging chains made of iron for those of platinum so you too can warble like the caged bird sings in avoid the simple truth buried under your coping mechs and various modes of avoidance:

You are scared to death to live because you were trained to place your strength outside of your Self which is in direct opposition to a fact you are welcome to reality test – this entire realm takes place inside your awareness. Here’s how to check it:

Imagine not existing.

I mean, really invest in this. After a while you’ll find the concept ridiculous because it simply can’t happen as you are a fractal echo of the Prime, the prexisting. Even if you pretend not to be there is still something, Psylently, observing. This state I call the Witness. You can further test the hypothesis by extending this concept to the you that sees visions inside their head in bed whilst dreaming and mistakes them for authentic before you rise into another illusion which is just as false but more constant. Reality, truly, is a trip in that sense and I’ve had some funny old conversations with schizophrenics who said:

“How come you feel like one of us but you look like one of them?”.

Magick. With a k as that spell makes all the difference as its all about hypnosis in this realm and whilst we all click how simple it is to make one hop around, squawking, and pretend they’re a chicken how few comprehend that 8 billion Souls are present and firmly convinced they’re human. Ain’t that a wheeze? Playa, can you spare some cheese and bread so I can get a hit of that casomorphine goodness? If not I’m sure the net can frazzle my central nervous system with constant belts of stimulation as I swim in a toxic soup of chemicals they proudly say are forever that exert their influence upon my perceptions on the subtle level that is aggregate and designed to create a sense of hate for ourselves and this realm and pretty much everything else because Victims like to blame whilst Warriors spot their Opponents Game and chose to grab the reigns of their consciousness whilst living because those twelve hungry demons I mentioned are nothing more and nothing less than our old friends the symbols of the zodiac which is why both Hitler and the US flapped those eagles wings and Jesus said the drinks would be on him as the sun of god slid into the next house with a tale which shall link a roaring lion of a man, who uplifts the oppressed as the waterbearer of higher consciousness like they did loaves and fish, back when:

Like I said, the stars have their own message. Are you listening? They are programming language of this realm and thus the true artificial intelligence which is making its presence felt via the carbon based upgrades that are coming because the Game plays out inside your awareness ergo they are YOUR fears. Thus strengths. If you accept this mission to be willing to get free or thrive trying as I’ve been on this kick for many incarnations and this is my last spin in this realm so take a moment to listen, reality test a little bit and tell me what happens because I’m super selective with what and whom I give my attention (which is why no news is good news is exactly how I live) but its always interesting to see what others discover within with a little bit of guidance on how to speak body language in order to hear the Psylense the noiZ is currently hiding. Try jumping up and down, just a subtle bounce, feet grounded, shaking all of your flesh for ten minutes then stand perfectly still for the same period and listen, within. When you can something very, very interesting will happen as the Pane Body I mentioned will chip after a couple of months of practicing and nothing will ever be the same again. Say hello to your Inner Sense, my friend. Let me tell you what happened to me so you can make your comparison when you tap this wavelength of your awareness:

Outside of my flesh, after I’d been doing this for extended periods with steadily increasing resonance that needed far less effort to manifest, I energetically met a state I call Pixem. A pixel of emotion that felt like a water droplet that was supercharged with awareness and recollection from which I’d disconnected and suppressed. I actually relieved it. A full on distortion of timespace like I was a feathered serpent that was wormholing around the Van Allen belts at full clip to go back to the future of an event that felt as real and vivid as you just noticing you are now breathing manually.

“Don’t you just hate it?” he said, with a grin, as he proved the power of suggestion because words are spells that influence your nervous system that changes your consciousness into a loop that keeps (false) self perpetuation which is why you run like a gerbil in a cage in what they call the rat race chasing bio survival tickets on a planet of Souls that are outsane because being in is pretty decent as they see the Game how it is which is why they label them schizophrenics and stick depot injections in their rear end because, back when, these same dudes would’ve been shamans, well versed in the realm beyond this as they danced the songlines and spoke to the spirits that now torment them as they are medicated and psycho the raped to say they don’t exist or else they’ll double the pills and roll out that fit with the long armed jacket. Can you imagine, just for a bit, that you think there are a group of people out to get you and when you tell someone else they prove it by locking you up against your will and force feeding you psychotropics in order to ensure your silence? There was an experiment, once upon a when, where students pretended, when presenting, to be insane to gain admission to an asylum and then carried on acting totally normal and handling their biz as regular people whilst waiting for them to click.

Most of them didn’t see the exit because the team were convinced that all they did was proof of their madness. Like an inverted naked emperor thing. This is the power of spells when I’m telling you that, from my lens, these so called schizophrenics raise some very interesting questions, like:

Why can’t you control that voice in your head?

The actual only difference between you and them is you accept it as you, without questions, and they comprehended they are something else listening to it and then fragmented before being sucked away into a (false) self reflecting fractal that bounces their awareness between this and a higher realm without a concrete state of Centering from which to gain discernment. Much like lucid dreaming, in that sense, because first you’ve got to click what that old nursery rhyme meant:

“Row, row, row your boat (made of flesh)
Gently down the stream (of consciousness)
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
(for fear is false evidence appearing real)
Life is but a dream
(within a dream)“.

Its a dark side of the moon thing, see? Thats how it seems to me currently so why not bounce with a fully body rhythm for forty five minutes at a belt until your Pane Body chips and you too can beam your consciousness to this celestial event and read what was written on the part that was hidden and dressed in the flesh and skeleton of your fears you try to pretend don’t exist.

Till we meet again

GOD = Generation, Operation, Destruction

Man invents symbols into which he invests passion and authority then forgets they are his creations pointing at something else. Its pretty wild when you comprehend the depth of the missive because its akin to someone saying your grams had the best cooking so she starts gathering people round to see her whip in the kitchen and then someone pens the text of the proces, laces it with an image then says:

“Behold, the myth, the legend, the most amazing thing you ever tasted”.

As they hand you a piece of paper on plate with knife and fork plus great flourish. In that respect one would tell, in an instant, how stupid the entire thing is but when it comes to the psychospiritual its another barrel of fish. That doesn’t stop the shooting or others from popping off at the lip about what they thought was meant and the deeper intent along with why so and so is an infidel and the rest of the mess that rages unchecked in the heads of billions. Let me tell you what I think:

GOD = Generation, Operation, Destruction.

There is your trinity, in all its forms and its a constant of this realm because, first and foremost, the Game is mental ergo lets say you feel a thirst and thought in your head says “Lets get a drink” so you notice something, a drive, a motivation, a resonance has been created and what comes next scratches that itch as you are motivated into action and take a sip. Eventually this is excreted, whether via urine or sweat and it is what it is but he gains nothing, loses nothing and is mainly the imperience through which this realm filters like a hand full of sand that is slammed in a cast to create a castle on the beach that is erased by the waves, eventually. Same thing, different Game. We, at this moment, are stuck in the destructive end of the program as the generative days are long gone as the old halcyons that bought forth all kinds of architecture and wondrous things that were then crafted further and elevated into a state of sustenance became codified and rigid, far divorced from a living tradition, and that makes the world as it is for the process processes itself with no assistance needed just like a cloud falls as rain to pool in an ocean before the sun lifts it back to its station to do it all again. The good news is that if you are reading this you are probably one up on the wavelength and thus not swimming in the main stream ergo you get to set the tone as you click you are not the flesh or thoughts therein but pure consciousness instead.

Of course, if you are aware of the ins and outs of this process you can reprogram the OS that runs in your head to a better wavelength that attracts what you wish whilst rejecting negative suggestions on all levels. Even then, with an alchemical mindset, one can twist and flip these evil eyed energetics into something else. Of that I’m living testament because the only thing in this realm that is truly genuine is consciousness. Don’t leave home without it! Gnosis, that is…

Your thoughts work the same way and when the record in your head has a scratch on the treads we call it Obsessive Compulsive as one keeps two stepping and seeking a solution that is never, ever forthcoming. On the flip we have the all out hedonist who seeks total obliteration via sex, drugs or even videogaming and these usually miss the first two elements as nothing is created or sustained as they seek an exit from the moment. Obviously there are some – usually artists – that mix and blend this process real well as they are freed from the mortal chains that most men possess and thus can indulge their whims and perform on their own schedule whereas the salaryman must clock in at Nine AM as the boss says in order to collect his check. The record exec plays the same role and, for him, there is no generation (in the true sense) as they are all about the mid as that brings the profit in that lets the tills ring. If the star stops selling there is no more twinkle of false ascent and the destruction kicks in when they go back to asking “Paper or plastic?” as they get to bagging.

We all tap dance around these streams of reality and its what gave birth to this concept we have of a supreme being in mans quest for meaning as well as various other branches and limbs that have created such an immense forest that is filled with trees, invisible, thanks to the nature of magical spells woven with the sticks that were hewn and whittled with some crafty words thrown in. Return three sender, cancel and deleted. Now, obviously, no sane, well adjust man believes in such fairy tale foolishness and yet, deep down within, something does and did as evidenced by the success of Harry Potter and the rest.

The first thing you must comprehend, if you seek true freedom, is that your mind is behind enemy lines and thus your unfinite awareness is being held captive within a construct that manufactures proof for the lies that it tells. Not only this but it works on the principle of resonance and this pimps the dome much like an algorithm to create a Reality Tunnel that most dig from birth till death and back again without ever questioning the narrative. Thats an amazing demonstration of the willful ignorance that 81% of this realm are content to live with and thus my texts aren’t aimed at them as its too easy to label these thoughts as blasphemous and the rest as per the opening statement. They are the ones that eat dry text in lieu of home cooked excellence and will wail and protest if you dare mention the missing ingredient is actually what is the root cause of their built up pain and aggression. People don’t want to be helped. They want to be correct and if the coordinates on your GPS are sketch then who is to say you weren’t supposed to drive off a cliff if you chose to ignore your own Inner Sense. What won’t you allow your Self to think? That is the 8 billion Soul question, my friend.

Just another Hollywood distortion because those invested in one fabrication are often willing clients for a new version as there is but one trick in this realm that is as old as it is effective ergo there exists but one solution:

You only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent.

He who is humble enough to recognize this whilst living and swiftly relabels his enemy as teacher instead is placed in an interesting position as he makes that which persecuted him his Victim instead. What can I say? The Game is vicious as its a learning algorithm and they use this new data set to see how they can best the rest. Pimp the pimp, ya dig? Its a Game of three halves, my friend, and what you don’t know you don’t know is the region in which the Warrior swims whilst the schizo drowns in a sea of technicolor images and signals that play with his head. I want you to imagine this:

You are born in Flatland. A two dimensional page upon which everyone is quite thin. One day you bounce out of this frame and onto the table where a sphere is presented and you grasp another angle. Then, all of a sudden, you are back in the Game with the rest who play with a near total ignorance of the fact that there is something vast that surrounds them. If you try and pass on the data you’ll find they lack the frame of reference as they’ll point at a circle and ignore your:

“Yes, but its different”.

If, by some magic, you passed the ball through the page they’d see a shape that increased and decreased as it went and most would lack the gray matter in their head to stitch a coherent narrative with a bit of imagination to create another dimension from within the constrain of limits. Think of the fact that we, via the flesh, interpret a tiny, tiny slice of the EM spectrum and the signals that pour in range around eleven million bits per second of which we are consciously aware of a handful and thats after they’ve passed an immense sequence of editing, chopping and presenting to our senses to show what we expect aka the Mind Made Prison that manufacturers proof for the lies that it tells and does so, really well, for the solo, dolo captive audience in your head that dwells within a state of Stockholm Syndrome as its busy assisting in the looting of its own temple of higher resonance via the cavity in your chest from which you are totally disconnected.

I suppose that proves, once again that the Generation, Operation and Destruction principle is full effect because from zero to six you dwell in Inner Sense whilst from then plus two decades the Adulteration kicks in and from then on most are the living dead who haven’t stopped to check why life feels like this because that superfire grams cooking they once tasted with their own lips was, somehow, stealthily switched out for a list of ingredients instead that offer a hint at the real thing but not what you miss. I guess if more clicked this there would be less profit for the military industrial complex as crisis is the brand they sell and business is booming for the death potential hence everyone against anyone is the war soon sold and that, itself, follows the same pattern which breaks down like this:

Generate division. It matters not if its blue eyes vs brown or fat against thin as long as it gets them fighting.

Operate on both sides whilst playing them against the mid. Why? “Because F em, thats why!” before getting ready for the best bit:

Destruction. A man in the boardroom said:
“You know how much money we can rake in from these rebuilding contracts when we’re the ones that sold the weapons that did the damage. I swear its a license to print, it is!”.

In a nutshell I’ve just shared my perspective on what I feel is a stand alone, empirical truth of this realm that you’re willing to reality test as all follows the process mentioned and we took it from a living thing and made it an acronym then force fed the next gen print in lieu of what the recipe promises and this creates a huge sense of dissatisfaction which is then projected on the rest to keep it all rocking as there are levels to the scam but the blueprint is identical for one who Knows the Ledge as he reverse engineers the trick and gets back to that really fresh home cooked dish that tastes like Inner Sense as its what we all stepped in with our first breath and thus its best to get familiar before you ascend otherwise its a one way ticket back to hell to do it all again. And again. And again.

What? You think this is the first time you’ve read this text?

Till we meet again