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If I could pluck your awareness from your flesh and place it inside the head of another you would see what I meant about the the lies you’ve been taught to believe, most viscerally. Take, for example, a pious and devout man that adheres to his spiritual tradition, without question, who is then placed inside the dome of an atheist who bows at the temple of science and materialism. A lot of what the latter accepts as self evident would seem patently ridiculous to one currently inhabiting their psychosphere at the moment. Plus the opposite, for in this trade he would have no emotional investments, previous training and constant reinforcement via peers, family and social circle of said perspectives as well as the expectations that tint the lens of what is by only allowing in what he expects as it conforms to his narrative.

When seen from this lens one gains an immense amount of flex where, previously, they were rigid. A woman, that I’ll detail in another missive, had a stroke and imperienced just such an event. As luck would have it she was a neuroscientist that was very interested in the head and its various modes of reality creation and thus became a living imperiment that provided her with the insight needed to make this hypothetical concept an actual event. Her tale was quite interesting and I encourage you to check what was said elsewhen on the topic then think about applying the same to your current state of being, without the neurological impairment.

Many would class this as a living hell because they are so enamored with their own way of seeing things and thus lack the discernment to click about the state I call the Witness. This is what I’d pluck and shift from one to the next in this example and it is truly who you are, in and beyond this realm. I met this state, back when, after a rather vigorous workout session that led to a spontaneous out of body experience in which I was freed from the shackles of my current incarnation. A lot of people call this state “Ego Death” and that is a very accurate term as it links to the concept of a masked existence in which the glove puppet has no clue or conception of the vital principle that animates them and makes all things possible. Can you see why I say the Game is mental and its all consciousness, from beginning to end? Many will be long in their graves before this clicks and, for most, even that will not stop them clinging to said delusions which is what I suspect Buddha meant when he said attachment is the root of all suffering. Actually, lets take a glimpse into this lane and detour on our adventure inside your awareness:

Imagine the scientist dies and is suddenly dumbfounded by the continuation of his presence without the flesh as it runs contrary to all of his training and investments in what is the meaning of life, death and the rest. This is a pretty common occurrence in the supernatural realm and I’ve spoken of this at length with the parable of the snowman who melts and regrets what is happening as he clings to the shell and doesn’t realize he is actually the free flowing waters which he now sees as a threat. The religious man, on the flip, may too be surprised by what happens next as his met by elements that were previously frozen and now liberated. This is where the common trope of seeing religious figures and symbols does spring and its why, across many cultures and continents, we see the same essential blueprint from those who tasted death and came back to the flesh. That, in and of itself, is very interesting as it suggests something akin to baggage which is wrapped around the Witness that was gained in this realm. Along with this we’d find things like familial links, desires unexpressed and dances left unstepped which assure one will manifest again in order to actualize these whims. Its also why, I suspect, so many Eastern traditions seem nihilistic to Western thinking as they’re built around the quest for personal liberation which can only come via Knowledge of Self that begets transcendence.

What I’m speaking of is not metaphysic, in any respect, and its something you can test, if you wish. I isolated my Self for an extended period as I engaged in water fasting. I also limited my consumption of media stimulus and such things in order to gain an internal sense of equilibrium and the tranquility this brings. Suddenly I became aware of previous lives – both mine and my ancestors whose blood flows in my veins and exerts its influence – along with various repressions and suppressions that were tucked away in my subconscious. That, by the way, is a physical thing as its a storehouse of past events that dwell beneath the neck to your genitals. By allowing them to vent I noticed very curious events of resonance in which previous impingements to movement suddenly melted as the energetics that were hidden were bought to the surface. Let me give you a palpable example of this in full effect:

I’d like you to imagine that you could live anywhere you wish on the planet. Where would it be and why?

Did you notice what happened? The conscious aspect that resides primarily in your head glanced at a scene that was constantly shifting as it offers its suggestions about where it would like to be, what it wants to see and the rest of the deal. That is your subconscious.

It churns away in the background without beginning or end as it records the all of everything hence the common thread in all near death experiences I call the Be Kind, Rewind effect aka life flashing before your lids. This domain of the mystics was proven by modern science as well when working with epileptic patients who were imperiencing direct electronic stimulation of their brains and suddenly started remembering random events and circumstances of which they previously had no conscious recollection until the electrodes were plugged in and altered their resonance. Its the same principle that kicks in when one smells an aroma that wooshes them back to childhood as shown by Proust’s madeleines because the nose is linked to the Limbic System and this process emotions, addictions and long term memory storage. For some it will have clicked what is meant by the commonly held axiom that we only use ten percent of our brains. That, like most folk wisdom, isn’t entirely accurate because it would be better stated that we are only that conscious. The rest is hidden hence the Game of three halves effect I previously mentioned.

The Warrior wishes to become a whole and complete being in total resonance with not only his Self but, by extension, this realm, all dimensions and things therein because they are currently playing out in his awareness. That is an immense responsibility, if you consider it, and what many will run screaming from as its seen as a threat by their (false) self which is perfectly content at being hemmed in to the Mind Made Prison that was built in the left hemisphere of their head where their Adulterated aspect sits and is force fed suggestions and labels in lieu of direct imperience. This is the ineffable thing that marks the division between childhood and what came next and, I strongly suspect, is one of the prime causes of why a baby is born glowing and full of vim but will leave this realm stooped over and rigid as they’re enveloped in the darkness of ignorance as they drag around unconscious Patterns of emotional investment due to living the life unexamined.

From any spiritual tradition and peoples you can pick there have been those who comprehended what I’ve just said and set about forging that direct connection with the numinous to which the rest offer prayers and obeisance. Granted, many of them were classed as heretics and their testimony was struck from the record by the priest class who liked to think they are the only bridge to reach the lands promised. And then only if you pay the toll they demand. Shades of flaming sword or three headed demons, yes? Once seen through this lens the often time confusing and contradictory mess left by humans on this planet in the forms of myths and traditions makes way more sense as does the plight of schizophrenics who are, for reasons we’ll examine, the remnants of old Shamans that attempt to navigate the celestial oceans by flapping water wings of terrestrial origin and then drown in the process. In that respect they, whilst living, face what a lot will meet after death because you could frame a decent argument that the wheel of time only spins due to the ignorance of those pinned to its frame of incarnation.

Some of us yearn for transcendence. In this modern day and age there is a rather active global community built around psychedelics and mapping higher realms. I am lucky in that I’ve spoken to some of them and they all held one thing in common that I found quite perplexing and when bought to their attention was met with reactions ranging from rage to instant dismissal. I call it the Pane Body.

The Pane Body is best grasped as inherited ignorance that acts like a source of immense resistance that is wrapped around the edges of your conscious awareness. Dealing with it is upon which the pharmaceutical industry is built and its partial knowledge shows how much of a fools errand it is as they aim solely at symptom management and not pulling out the corrupted flower by the root and stem. These were the ways of the Shaman as his people would come to him for guidance and intercession and this was the role that was commodified and codified as the priest class who traded direct imperience for abstract symbols instead and, in the process, got caught up in the mix. The psychedelic experience blasts past these limits and leapfrogs instead to higher awareness and this, in turn, generates a state of dependence on such substances that further strengthen the grip of the Pane Body and its ignorance. This is the main reason why so many people lean on things like drugs, sex and alcohol as they temporarily allow it to relent and thus people feel more like themselves without addressing the true cause of the problem. The Path of Power, in many ways, faces it heart on but before you can get to that step on must learn to get outside of their head and its Reality Tunnel process which is built around the lies they’ve been taught to believe and currently Thunk are “Me” when, in reality, they are no such thing.

Just like I said in the previous example of picking a destination it becomes obvious there is a part of you that looks at another aspect. In dreams there forms a bridge which speaks in an older, more primal, language that is replete with symbolism that screams for your attention to be drawn to what its saying. There are well researched and verifiable studies done on this as people, en masse, see visions in their heads of tragic events as well as personal warnings about what is coming that, should they listen, modulates their choices when such options are presented. In its most basic it can be linked to the common event of having an old friend pop into your head that you haven’t seen since college and, later that day, you bump into them at the market. “You won’t believe what happened…” starts the conversation before moving onto other things. This is why its said that man often falls over the truth in ignorance then picks himself up, dusts off and keeps going like its nothing significant. Not so for the Warrior for this is his daily bread on the quest to Know thy Self and thus he relishes the moment and gifts that it brings.

As one progresses along the Path of Power an immense sense of loneliness kicks in. Why? Because your own family and friends will reject your evolution as its drawing you out of resonance with their expectations of how you should be. Examining this from the lens that there is only ever one Soul present in this realm and all others are figments of its imagination that they interact with it make a lot of sense because there, deep inside their subconscious, a previously hidden aspect is made manifest and it scares the bejesus out of them. This is the (false) self and its various protective mechanisms that ensure its dominance remains unquestioned in the heads of most currently living and thus their behavior makes more sense. On the flip, for the one adventuring in new ways of playing the Game, they show their old habits and programming ergo its useless to fight against them as by pouring your attention in you simply strengthen your bondage. Instead one should critically examine from a distance what the deeper meaning is and how this all links in to this and previous incarnations.

I was sitting, high up in the Indian mountains, having a similar conversation with a man who asked “Tell me what you think is happening“. After intently listening he referred back to the place I’d left, how I made my way in this realm and the nature of the urban jungle I was born and raised in and from which I birthed this perspective in my current incarnation. “How did you manage to survive in such spiritual wilderness?“. He went on to tell a tale of old legends that were passed to him by his parents that told of such mystics that were once way more common in their Shamanic lineage. “They were different from when they were born. Often the medicine man would know exactly when they manifest and the village would gladly hand over their child to be trained by him as he was seen as the savior of the next generation and direct conduit to the ineffable”.

“He often lived off at a distance and was intensely private. Most times he chose the hills or other such wild terrain that was away from the hustle and bustle of those primarily concerned with the business of living and each time he’d descend it would be with purpose or intent to help guide his people based on his current revelation. Thing is, coming up, that was all old and ancient as the lamp which kept the sacred flame burning from one generation to the next had long started dimming in the face of material advancement so I’m wondering how the hell did you manage to come to this realization in the midst of an urban environment filled with such ignorance and neglect?”.

I shrugged my shoulders. “If a fish is born swimming in waters that were laced with hallucinogens he will adapt to the trip as the way it is because he knows no different. Its only when his form is scooped and placed in seas that are fresh can he gain a new perspective”. “Such is the way of the Shaman, interesting. I can see why you made this trip and why it was recommended I met the man with the shaved head that asked an endless stream of questions to all that would listen to his curious proclamations”. I smiled. “The light shines but does the darkness comprehend that what it sees is actually its own absence of Knowledge made manifest?”. He laughed and nodded his head as he got exactly what I meant.

If you ask anyone “Who are you?” they usually reel off a perfunctory list that goes a little something like this:

“I am son/daughter of X and Y who believed in that or this. I have obtained this level of material success and my educational credentials and worldly accomplishments are made manifest by these things at which I’m pointing. This is who I am“.

For a Slave this is more than enough. They are perfectly content with these labels but the Warrior intuits something held common as well as what is missing and hidden by this narrative in which they’re invested:

All of these aspects are external and inherited. Not one springs from within. The analogy I used is imagine you went to a club for a night of wine, women and dancing. You check your coat in at the desk. It contains the keys to your home where you shall return at the end. A good time is had by all but, in the merriment, you lose your ticket. “No biggie” you think as you attempt to leave at the end but find no one standing to hear your request. “Now we have a problem” floats into your head as there is a woman you just met who is ready and willing to take it to the next level plus there is a cab waiting to take you to your destination. Thing is your jacket, and with it the key most vital, is currently missing as its held in a closet with the rest of the partygoers external dress. What happens next? The car toots its horn as another fare is waiting. The girl is getting impatient because the roaring fires you stoked in her flesh are starting to dim due to this complication and nowhere is there any help. What are your options? You could sift through the coats and hope to find what you left but what are the chances when the place is so big and you are totally unaware of their filing system? What would you do next?

In all of this you didn’t notice another version of your Self that didn’t have said problem because when he checked in his coat he kept his key on him so when the slip of earthbound labels and the jacket of (false) self identification to which its linked threatened to separate him from the promised union with the divine feminine as they ascend upon a chariot of higher consciousness it wasn’t no big deal as he Knew he wasn’t any of them and something else entirely. This is the power of Knowledge of Self and for what I’ve been striving in many, many incarnations.

Actually, in that example, the man in question, should he wish, could simply stroll into the cloakroom and intuitively select the correct jacket for his adventure in the flesh as he needs not the ticket. The Game is real funny, in that respect, but it makes way more sense when you click it all takes place inside your awareness as the other version was so invested in the tale etched in his head that this absence creates an immense complication that leaves him stuck in the establishment waiting for someone else to help as he can’t do for Self. The taxi selects another fare who is actually the alternate version mentioned whilst, for him, the lady vanishes into the night in search of other affection and he laments this turn of events that started out so promising and ended up not delivering on what was promised.

“Life and death are pretty much like this” I said to the man on the mountain as he nodded his head. “Very interesting, yes. You speak in the tongue of the times but the wisdom within is ancient as we used to call this realm, this maya, this illusion a funfair of the flesh“. He paused for a moment to reflect before adding. “These are the sweets that those who eat regret and those who don’t do as well. Its such a strange predicament”. “A Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits to wear new flesh on each spin where the deception of the (false) self is so huge, so all encompassing that many miss they’re actually the key and not the clothes they’re wearing, the lady that is waiting or even the carriage itself. Most certainly not the club filled with drinks where the DJ spins the latest hits as their business is built on keeping you coming back for another serving. I wonder how many realize that the team that run the check in desk also have a crew of pickpockets present who provide seductive illusions and the ticket he was actually seeking was pilfered by the girl in question who promised him the best sex he could ever imagine? Theatricality and deception are powerful tools used against those who lack Knowledge as they are of the world and thus not in a higher state of consciousness which comprehends the Game for what it is and chooses to play different”.

The lies you’ve been taught to believe work just like this because they function like optical illusions in the sense that if there isn’t someone there to look and make it real they may as well not exist. Such is the power of the Witness that we initially plucked from the head of the devout and placed into the unfamiliar terrain of the atheist because, for them, the nature of this trick would be so obvious and that, itself, hints at the power of emotional investment as well as the various elements present on the checkerboard of this realm where light and dark flicker to create the illusion of movement. Just like a TV set, yes? As you sit there taking in these engineered visions you feel immense surges of feeling like to you that is all happening. And yet, a part of you knows, fine well, that you are something else that sits on the couch taking it all in and its an immense fabrication created solely for your entertainment. That is the Witness, my friend, for if we shift this example to a higher octave and pretend tech has advanced to the level of a total immersion holographic awareness augmentation where the screen fits inside your head and speakers manifest their vibrations directly to your nervous system as you feel and sense each shred of emotion and somatic presence along with the thoughts happening to the one taking part in the adventures unfolding how strange would it seem if I popped in to your awareness and waved the key of higher consciousness and said “Missing anything?”.

Most, in that situation, would start saying:

“I am son/daughter of X and Y who believed in that or this. I have obtained this level of material success and my educational credentials and worldly accomplishments are made manifest by these things at which I’m pointing” as they dance around in the club whilst under the influence of an Adulterated awareness that is so powerful that it makes whatever it believes feel authentic. Even when you Know its faking:

Now that you know this things will be different after you take your last breath and find your Self at the checkout desk and encountering the obstacle I just mentioned because it is, in many ways, the final hurdle of graduation from this realm to get back to your Prime state of higher awareness and the rest is simply an elegant distraction to obscure the gnosis mentioned as its not good for business for the owners of this attraction.

“Like how pearls form via constant irritation does the mind focus on what it isn’t whilst, in the process, missing the bigger pic” said the man with grey hairs on his chin that had spent a lifetime in isolation and contemplation on the hill as he suspected there was more to this and wondered what happened to these old Souls of legend he’d heard mentioned during his development and felt an immense resonance to their way of seeing things and thus set off in his quest to obtain Knowledge of Self far away from the crowds and their socially sanctioned madness that he found most unappealing. “Exactly this, my friend, exactly this” I replied as I raised my beverage and we continued our conversation until the sun started rising in this distance over an immense and beautiful vista that countless Souls had Witnessed as they too contemplated things that most dare not imagine about life and its true meaning as well as who they are, in and beyond this realm, along with the implications of wearing the flesh in this dimensions grand attraction that plays out inside their awareness and seems so convincing even though its simply a most persistent illusion. Like an extended dream into which one keeps waking with a sense of continuance.

Tell me, what would happen if you went to bed tonight and this kicked to became the standard instead how would you tell your really real life from a personal hallucination that plays out solely in your awareness as you interact with figments of your imagination? If that were the case and a man were to step into your false realm then said:

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

Would you yell and rebel as you clutched at the trick that has you in its grip or would you take time to listen, reality test and draw your own conclusions? Bear in mind how real dream seem when we’re within but also consider its always an option to transcend…

Do the Knowledge.

Till we meet again

Following on from the previous thread that read:

“What the masses hold to be true the simulation brings into view” we bring you the remix that dives to your personal depths because just like a human, when zoomed in, becomes a bunch of cells and things that vibrate to create the shell and resonance there is another aspect when it comes to the Reality Tunnels, both public and private. Walk with me:

They need you to believe.

That is, in a nutshell, the main deal of this gig hence the non stop onslaught of information designed to elicit some kind of response. Its why everyone against anyone is inevitable, in many respects, as the current generations strolling around the planet are part and parcel of a long chain of traumatic programming that extends to way back in the daze that the sky fell. Since then its been non stop MK excellence for the populace and the mind control comes in many flavors as you can handle but that can’t hold a candle to the Ace up their sleeve:

Nobody will believe if you reveal the real!

Ha! How amazing is this. Just stop and think:

If someone had tampered with your memories, how would you know? What if there were a clique that knew the outs and ins of the human flesh and how it effects the consciousness and used their knowledge mixed in with repetition, symbols and trauma to create a biological machine that had far more common with beast than the beauty it is, in its purest sense? Well, that is the world in which we live because most people truly can’t stand themselves (See: The White Room experiment) hence the need for coping mechs that provide comfort like Linus’ blanket. Much like his friend, CB, who should’ve just dropped kicked Lucy in the head because the definition of madness is doing the same again whilst expecting different… He, get this, actually went and paid this insufferable bish for psychiatric help!

That, in a nutshell, shows you the true nature of the global Stockholm Syndrome that has the Slave/Masters pimping all those who step into this realm. Including their members as well, but shh!, don’t tell em. Why? Because, just like the rest, they won’t listen as they’re too used to the Reality Tunnel they’re digging. That is why this realm is a slippery bish as there are deceptions on top of tricks that leave you sitting in a velvet lined rut called ignorance and anything outside the Cave within which you sink is labeled a threat and must be exterminated, with prejudice. Its wild, isn’t it? I guess thats why Plato (or one who wrote in his name with a more modern pen) said they’d try and kill he who escaped and felt the true sun shine as they simply cannot comprehend anything but the darkness to which they’re accustomed.

There is more, so much more, outside of this hellish realm which can appear heaven sent to those with no Knowledge of Self but how many of them stop to reflect why each and every child that steps in, theirs included, loses their glow around six only for the lights to be permanently extinguished a couple of decades later as they walk around – mobile corpses – just serving time in their life sentence. I know, for some reading, this may seem a dark way of seeing things or a perspective that springs from the mind of one depressed or stressed but I assure I’m not this. I’m simply aware. I would’ve said awake but thats too close to woke and the whole tale of how that was jacked and flipped is why I once said:

“Stay lightly dozing with your third eye open”.

As that is when the magic happens, dig:

Thats what you call being a true Alpha Male and not this fake Simon Says charade they pimp on the web for those who wish to bat with their third leg but don’t know how to spark up a conversation without a script. Yes, women can tell the difference. They are born to test and sift in their quest for the best feathered nest ergo one can pretend to pimp but the results ain’t the same as one born with it. Same with plastic surgery, in the end, as the natural has a lifetime reinforcement of being attractive inside their head coding their OS which, in turn, effects the behavior, vibration and the rest. But, thats another topic. And yet, its all interlinked because its all programming. I want you to look at it like this:

If I clicked my fingers and wiped out the story in your head, what would be left?

Really think about it. Especially if it gets uncomfortable. Probe into it. Trace the sensation. Sit and breathe with it. Get out the famous dual pens and pad and do some Self talk on the topic as it can be quite productive. The answer you get is the same as asking the question:

“Can you imagine not existing?”.

Its impossible because there is always something watching, present, in the Psylense. That is the Witness, my friend, and you are it. In this life, the next, previous, in bed whilst dreaming and anything else you can imagine. Its what leaps to higher realms under the influence of hallucinogens or mind blowing orgasms. Its what rips against the string in the near death experience and its smaller in scale but identical in application to the Prime, the pre-existing, the all of everything which dwells in the heart of all religions. Strange, isn’t it, that everyone sends stamped addressed envelopes filled with prayers in the wrong direction and never wonders why they go unanswered as to doubt would be akin to tossing away the brick they clutch, whilst drowning. Maybe, if they did, they would discover they swim real well and this leads them to think who tipped them in the drink in order to claim all the beach front accommodation for their friends in the squared circle who sit back and place bets and watch the rest duke it out among themselves. MJ said they don’t really care about us. He was correct. Thats why they murdered him and got away with it. But that too is another topic.

Ever wondered why “profits” and “prophets” are homonyms? Better yet if the main mission of each religion was to bring unity and enlightenment how many of the adherents aced the test and made it happen? Actually, can you name one that hasn’t splintered into denominations and thus hate those who believe mostly the same as them? Everyone against anyone is the war thats coming, remember? Why?

They need you to believe. Without your investment of awareness their deception swiftly ends. That is how powerful your consciousness is because this entire realm exists within it which is why they unleash so many tricks to keep you plugged in.

What better way to achieve this than by setting up an imposter in your head to direct your actions as it manipulates your energetics via the use of labels and has the gender fluid, purple haired attack helicopter saying:

“I feel triggered. You are worse than Hitler himself! Get him!”.

As the rest of their team (real and fake) empty the clip via the digital realm and then congratulate themselves on another win when, in reality, its an L as they’ve just said:

“I can’t handle my energetics due to my investment in ignorance and chose to make you the problem“.

Listen to how stupid that is. Still doesn’t change how effective it is though because if you take some rats and train them to run a maze and have them pop out some kids these infants will ace the test even though they’ve never seen or been inside this construction. On the flip if you place one section that is totally white, well lit and the moment they step in they’re electrocuted their kids will freeze at the sight of the light without needing any current running through their nervous system as they feel stressed for reasons they can’t comprehend as the mind control extends beyond their current frame of reference.

Take this and apply it across thousands of years of breeding and external reinforcement of ignorance to see why the world is how it is. The good news is that your internal OS can be recoded. Heck, just reading my writings combined with some introspection and variable shifting can cause amazing effects for those willing to Do the Knowledge as most people do not really like themselves hence why I said one must embrace the pain to win the Game as its literally turning the programming on its head and this it doesn’t expect and is not capable of handling. Check this image:

See what it says to your awareness. What is the meaning? The subtext? The encoded dataset? After you’ve pondered it for a bit then read this article and see how close you were to what I penned. There are no right or wrong answers, in the end, as I’m simply sharing my perspective and vision and the aim is for you to develop your own and not Control C, Control V my mindset as thats quite stupid. Back to the thread:

They need you to believe. Peep Game:

Instead of the clear brain finger click I previously mentioned lets try something else. What if, this instant, we shifted timelines to one within which television didn’t exist? Yes, no black mirror present in the fists and homes of every earthbound denizen. What then? Can you picture it? How would you know when to be stressed, scared to death and who to keep up with? What, do you think, would rise into this abyss instead where a handful of corporate interests control the whole thing and decided who and what gets aired and when? Read this article for a quote about the press by one within as its quite telling, yes?

In many ways movies are akin to emotional porn as they stroke aspects of the personal subconscious whilst, in turn, terraforming the collective and that is a fascinating topic we’ll have to discuss elsewhen. Back in the days the Shaman tended to live outside of the village, usually up a hill, as he preferred to be away from the thrum of the rest who came to him, as and when, they needed guidance. Unlike Lucy his lyrics were sage and hit the nail on the head with solutions as he walked between the realms. These days, without training and gnosis, we call them schizophrenics and thus their image of reality is actually far more accurate than that of the well adjusted pleb who gladly accepts immense social sickness without question. Thats the Game. Thats the Game, my friend.

They need you to believe so they keep on piling it in. I’ll set you a challenge:

Spend three days by your Self. Total isolation. Don’t say a thing. No net, no pets and no caffeinated beverage. Very little stimulation in that respect and the food is just as bland as all you can eat is as many potatoes as you can handle (with a little salt, sprinkled) and plenty of cool, refreshing water to drink.

Bring a few notepads and pens. I’ll allow a book as well for moments of reading but thats it. Do it for three days then report back what happens as I assure you the version of you that you become is so radically different to the awareness you currently possess that what I’ve said will have a firm frame of reference beyond mere text on a screen as you’ll have lived your own lyrics and peered beneath the lid at what is actually happening.

This is my own, personal, dopamine detox protocol that I spoke of elsewhen and its really quite effect and highly recommended by those who have given it a spin. There is a more extreme version that involves sitting in total darkness for an extended period with more stringent limits on stimulation that is quite interesting as your brain starts hallucinating and suddenly the old tales of the spirit land and worlds beyond this become something you live. In the interim is the time I spent a good few hours at a stretch in a flotation tank and that also does the biz as its akin to giving birth to your Self which, after a near death experience, was just what was needed. Now, granted, most people haven’t lived a script like the one that was etched with my resonance but the facts are you can, if you wish.

That is why the project is called willhelpme because those first four letters are the spark to the engine that can shift your whole wavelength because only you can do for Self. Thats why gnosis is such a threat to the System so they killed the Gnostics, the Cathars and all the medicine women they called witches along with countless indigenous traditions etc… in order to ensure the link between past solutions and present events would cease to tick and thus knowledge was swept under the rug of ignorance in order to beget more suffering.

I really do suspect we’re being harvested for our negative emotions in much the same way we do to animals for their flesh. Have you ever looked into the numbers linked to this? They’re mind boggling for twenty four periods:

Not saying that Billy boys lab made meats and eating locusts is the way but, sheesh, that is a whole heap of suffering for feeding and, when extrapolated, what does that say about the intent at the helm that created this realm in which parasitism is the most popular way of living? The corruption is from the top down. That is why they need you to believe as each Soul is a but a page in the grand book of life that so few truly read as they’re too caught up in their own script. Actually, imagine this:

I clicked my fingers and, suddenly, the molehills and mountains of your existence were erased. Instead you came face to face with a tale as old as man, written in the flesh and blood of those living on the planet and it shared all that happened. From then till now and the future as well. It spoke of tales of Techno Sapiens where man and machine intermix and how these crossbreeds of silicon and carbon talk to each other via voices projected inside heads thanks to the tech but, on the other end, people no longer need these tools of stabilization as they lived in the times before Babel and the communication was telepathic as we all spoke body language. Not only this but the pages extend beyond this realm and detail the construction of the simulation, the golden age stage which is akin to a tutorial before it sinks to silver, bronze then lead where we dwell – in the Valley of the Plebs – awaiting the ascent of the phoenix which, ironically, is what got us all into this mess.

What then?

Would you like to peer outside of your own Reality Tunnel and check, if this was possible? Start with the three days of silence and see what kicks because the amazing thing about the Psylense is that its always present, just waiting for you to listen. Remember what I said about imagining you don’t exist? Same thing as the book of life but that expands through the dimensions as this still point of golden that makes all possible is who you are, in and beyond the flesh and it can be seen as the only way out of this living hell that sells as much ignorance as you can imagine that you then validate by investing your emotion and being ready to kill to defend a position that, in the end, is not only untenable but totally ignorant of your inherent magnificence and true strength.

Thats the Game, my friend, and best believe that, right now, it has you in its grip with a fist made of iron wrapped in the most expensive, designer branded, celeb endorsed velvet that says:

“Pay no heed to the man speaking on the man behind the curtain” via the voice in your head that is proof positive of mind control, par excellence, that is your true Opponent and relishes making you, your kids and the rest of your lineage its Victims in order to propagate a way of Thunking that is little more than a forced perspective trick via a parasite of consciousness that stealthily stripped away your spiritual immune system, back when, using a litany of tricks that all felt but none stopped to examine and fewer still check the map in the head and if its in coherence with what beats in their chest.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If you wish to liberate your Self, next time that Adulterated aspect starts talking simply drop your awareness to your chest and ask the question:

“Are these my thoughts?”.

Then listen to feelings and not the “Of course they are. Who else would it be?” that screams, speedily. This is why they need you to believe because the false king can only steal your seat if you choose to believe he is thee…

Till we meet again

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

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