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Scientists say they’re on the verge of a new discovery that could hail a new golden age for man, women and anything else you can imagine:

A pill that makes you happy with who you are.

Now, obviously, animals wouldn’t need this but for the vast majority of the human populace this would be like a godsend wrapped by Buddha and hand delivered by Jesus whilst Krishna smiles in the distance as many Souls rise the next AM to find their number one underlying stress had totally melted and vanished. Can you imagine what comes next?

Plastic surgeons would be jumping off their windowsills and decorating the pavement with their internal organs, big business moguls would be depressed as no one needs to buy their pills and potions to feel worth it and pretty much every single thing in this realm would never, ever be the same again. Can you imagine?

This thought experiment, my friend, shows you how its your mind that houses the problems and its ignorance of this truth (that they keep well hid) that powers the psychosocial treadmill that encompasses this realm and its denizens. Its an old pimps trick where they damage the merchandise via a traumatic imprint and then let em sweat for a bit before swooping in with a solution that is designed to make her forget that he’s the architect of the whole thing and its done purely for his benefit via her sweat, angst and friction. In the bricks its known as a protection racket and it follows the same blueprint. Quiet as kept but it also lays the blueprint for various spiritual endeavors in this realm hence why profit and prophet are homonyms… Lets continue the experiment:

Some wise guy in tech comes up with a process that takes you an AR tour of how it would feel once you’d munched your one and only pill of Immacontentin after doing the Knowledge. You strap the goggles to your head and the current version of you is reflected back from the mirror which often didn’t make you grin with its image. This time, however, things are different as the voice in your head starts stretching its legs as you run your hand over your abdomen and think:

“Isn’t it amazing what this flesh does for me and how it works so well without any effort needed? Truth be told I haven’t really paid it the best interest in terms of maintenance and feeding but that changes today because I feel so comfortable in my skin and I wish to repay the favor to this carbon based vessel that hosts my sentience in this immense Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits”.

The perspective shifts and we’re six months, distant. The life looks like sort of your own but way different. You’re skiing. The sights you see and the feeling of speed raises a thrill from the first person perspective but nowhere near as what comes next as you arrive at the valley after gliding down the peak and are greeted by… What did you see? Yes, you. The one reading. It is, after all, a choose your own adventure in the flesh. Lets get back to the AR spectacle as you fill in the details because this is something you always wanted to do or learn but never found the time which is why you’d constantly put it off and now, here is the other version of you living the lyrics you previously only dreamt in your head…

Its a year and change to the signals beaming into your brain. You are getting out of bed and feel amazingly refreshed as your dreams were encouraging and filled with all types of good omens and symbols of advancing. On the way to bathe you catch a glimpse of your Self and are overflowing with respect for all that goes in to make life so amazing and take a moment to offer congratulations for making such wise decisions as your life has been rearranged. See, whilst skiing, you met a man who used to work in publishing (false) self help books and when this biz went tits up, due to the pill, he didn’t care one bit as he was glad to see the public getting something so many had promised but never delivered. “Finally!” he says after his life changing event and packs a suitcase to hit the hills where the snow drifts and its over a couple of drinks, on the piste, that got you two talking. He had a way that was carefree and very interesting that mingled well with your new confidence that spilled over into the conversation as you shared a tale you’d imagined since a kid that would make a great topic for a text:

“So, humans currently think they’re top of the food chain but there are aliens in their midst and, get this, they look just like them! How’s that for a kicker? Now, this crew is a version of them that left at the apex to examine space and such things but, along the way, they lost their sense of feeling and empathy as they made huge strides in tech so something had to give. Eventually they realize there is a problem and head back to Earth only to find man totally devolved and in a mess because of too much emotion, unchecked, that led themselves to bomb back to the Stone Age over petty things where they’re little more than upright apes who forget their ancestors left on a trip by using the moon as a launch strip which is why its littered with objects and stuff from the true golden age of man and how this links with why one face remains totally hidden to those ignorant of the deeper hint that, literally, goes over their heads with the implications of this celestial message.

The returners are disgusted by what they met and make a deal:

“No wine, no women. We’ll stick to ourselves, harvest what we need from the plebs and splice it into our genome and then we’ll leave this place to those dirty little apes, capiche?”. Everyone nods their heads in agreement as things are done by a council as they’re all interlinked and, to us, this would seem telepathy and not an implanted earpiece. Two brothers are in charge. One, the elder, is hardest of heart and feared by the rest as he takes no mess. Even though they may no longer feel feelings, in that sense, they do get a thrill out of special types of cruelness which activates the remnant vestiges of the circuit they nearly extinguished as it tickles their last remaining pleasure center, within. The younger is more laissez-faire but can still get wicked, should he wish. He’s generally more mellow and likes to bend the occasional rule or ten to see what he can get away with. The fact that he’s royal blood and a creative whizz with tech means he’s afforded a freedom the rest can’t imagine as their entire rank and file lives are quite restricted based on genetic inheritance as you’ll have the same station your parents did – after approved reproduction – as you slot into the complex they’ve termed the System. Genes are a huge thing and in the quest for efficiency they bred the electromagnetic resonance of the chest right out of them and it got them in this mess that saw them returning to a depleted, bombed out shell of a planet they left, back when, in order to harvest specimens to fix the problem. Things, as usual, don’t go that way…

The younger, right away, sets out bending the rules and creates mind altering blends of plants and vegetables by twisting various variables within with his genetic recombination tech that edits the flora and fauna of the planet via splicing in celestial intelligence along with the chlorophyll that runs through its veins as it shifts the users neurochemicals when ingested. The folks loyal to him champion his name in quiet celebration as they sit there, getting lifted, on these inducers of visions – sans alcohol – that make doing time on this planet less boring as they miss the bloodshed of conquest that was their main occupation and will accept sedation instead. The elder flies overhead, under cover of darkness and day as well, taking in the sights of these people in his streamlined chariot disguised as a cloud to blend in.

“No doubt about it, there is a common resonance but look at them without tech. Pitiful. Little more than apes, really. Filthy. Disgusting. Simple minded beasts of burden and nowhere near our equals. Cattle”.

They have set up their own version of Eden using the terraforming skills they posses and within this walled garden they create their own state of bliss that is a far cry from what the primitives around them live. Soon the returners set about mapping the constellations, collecting specimens and cross breeding them as well as all they did on the reg with their tech and intelligence that drives them to be efficient above all else. This is quite contrasted with the natives who seem far more organic and chaotic in comparison. One day, the younger was watching some of them cavorting in the river as they bathed. He found their ways quite strange but also spotted a resemblance as he, unlike his bro, was up close and personal versus data from a distance. It was his greatest gift and, some say, his main problem as he ran on intuition – a thing they didn’t truly comprehend – which gamboled and leapt in curves that mere intellect could not imagine. It was something in his lineage and it was why the King had deigned to reproduce with a woman from below his station and this genetic promotion afforded him immense freedoms as well as clear views of the stratification and how brains aren’t everything. See, his mother had told him the tales and details that were omitted from the official record and he, secretly within, harbored a resentment for this military mindset they all adored and thus set about breaking the rules at every chance he’d get. Any time he did he always made sure he had a new, related innovation on deck in case he got caught so he could furnish them with a narrative that explained the situation by dint of his skills as one was only worth what they contributed to the collective and they had short recollections of your last hit so best keep em coming if you habitually line step.

The times he didn’t he kept the progress a secret and thus was steadily building a state within a state. A breakaway civilization. It was at this moment, mesmerized by the flesh and carefree nonchalance of the young women, undressed, that he became aware of someone staring at him. It was a kid. He could only imagine how he seemed to him with his futuristic get up of nanoskin (that shone with a blue tint) which they wore instead of clothing but the boy was curious and not scared one bit. This was something he’d noticed because whilst they may live in ways quite primitive with hunter gathering they often laughed, were frequently singing and didn’t walk but seemed to dance instead. Its like they could all hear something he was missing, a divine celestial rhythm, and the potential intrigued him as it was huge contrast with their regimented goose step and harsh tones that ejected from their lips in the rare events that communication wasn’t direct voice to head via neural stimulation of the cranium. Berry picking was done with call and response lilts as they went out searching and children giggled as they ran in between the women playing games for their own amusement. The men worked in teams as they tracked the kill and then celebrated their accomplishment in ways that reminded him of the basic underpinning of their own System but more fluid and organic. He noted they only slaughtered to eat whereas his team had been about wholesale domination and the total decimation of any planet they targeted as their sport was quite different as they soared through the cosmos in search of technological perfection and exploration. He was learning bits and pieces of their syntax via intuition and osmosis but gestured instead as its easier to comprehend:

He motioned to the kid to look at the dry sticks next to him and pantomimed rubbing them together with his hands, which he did. Soon a fire was blazing, he took that moment to vanish and watched, from a distance. The women came running as the child was shrieking and, after checking he was well, they asked him what he did that caused such enlightenment. Suddenly, a new epoch of man was dawning and a slight grin did spread across the face of an agent provocateur, par excellence, who had just found the perfect unwitting participants in his long planned rebellion…“.

The publisher, who had been leaning in, exhaled and gestured the “mind blown” image then said:

“And you’ve been dreaming this up since when?“. You respond:

“Early on, in school when we first learned about cavemen and the invention of fire was the initial sketch because I was really into aliens and my parents were super religious so it all kind of blended in my imagination when I was bored in class and I’ve been working on it since. I’d find something of interest, a little tidbit here, some info there and just keep mixing. Its still a work in progress, mind you, but thats the basic trip”.

“I think its a surefire hit, truly its amazing. Did you know that most people, since the Immacontentin Involution, quit working for others and totally changed their ways of living in ways that were previously unimaginable as the global village gave way to local communal aspects in which people sustained themselves and this fostered a huge shift in the creative aspect as there were countless folks that had thoughts, visions and concepts hidden within just like you shared over drinks. The most amazing thing is that when they were freed from the day to day the piles of meaningful coincidences piled up to lead to fortuitous meetings like this thanks to so many happy accidents. Its like the old god died and someone resurrected the spirit of Bob Ross instead and placed him at the helm. Anyway, I’m fascinated to hear what comes next in this tale that you’ve dreamt. Can you spare some more details as its going to sell faster than we can print because its saturated with innocence and creative thinking which puts a new spin on old things and thats always interesting to the one reading as it tickles the hippocampus that is hungry for novel stimulus which extends its wavelength”.

“Well, I don’t want to give too many things away as the surprise is in discovering it. Plus there are plot twists as well but they, in short, get marooned on the planet and have to choose to reveal themselves and mix in or stay separate and hidden but things don’t go as intended as their front of unification is now filled with splits and sections which have their own agendas and intent plus there are rumors that some have “gone native” and find their techno superiority a huge misstep and various other things whilst some yearn to recreate man in their own image and upgrade his bits along with various black projects mixed with intrigue and suspense. Basically its what happens when two tribes go to war and the third party is ignorant or oil and water mix with a sprinkle of nitroglycerine thrown in to keep it interesting as well as commentary on the nature of power, ignorance, sex and consciousness as well as what kicks between two races that seem externally identical but one tips the scales at a three hundred and thirty three point IQ, as standard, whilst the other has EQ without end but dwell in general ignorance about the true tale of themselves, the planet and, most of all, the stranger in their midst that looks just like them but isn’t”.

“Sold! I will take all the news thats fit to print. When can you have the outline on my desk so I can get the wheels in motion and the presses roaring again?”.

Suddenly the scene fades and you find yourself, overweight, incapable of skiing, mildly depressed and wishing life was different as the long dimmed creative imperative you’d suppressed in your chest since back when starts glowing again as your imagination awakens and wonders whats truly possible. The sales representative says:

“Can we interest you in an Immacontentin pill? The cost is being willing to critically examine every single thing you previously held sacred and sacrosanct plus various concepts of your Self and all the content in your head and tales about the life you have lived. You only get one chance and its a top of the line smart drug that can tell if you fib so here, take it, its on us but remember:

Only pop it when you’re sure you’ve done the Knowledge as recommended otherwise it will never, ever work again and you’ll be the same as you are for the rest of your existence whilst the rest ascend and become their ultimate versions. Thanks for stopping by!” she adds with a winning grin as the pill is pressed into your palm and the next contestant straps in to view the option of potential that currently lies within the grip of an Adulterated awareness that was trained to see as said whilst being divorced from their true strength and what would make them content as they, instead, chase fanciful illusions and other things that barely scratch the surface when what they need to itch is hidden, deep down within.

Years later there was a minor revelation involving Immacontentin. When it had came to the market there was a massive rush to reverse engineer its make up as people wanted to know what made it tick and how it created results that were so amazing and lasting with one hit. The formula was so complex that scientists were baffled what went in and how it generated these effects with no detrimental issues or redosing needed. The elusive CEO released a statement to the press which said:

“Nothing of this Earth can unwind its blueprint for it came from a higher realm, as a gift, much like the DNA spiral. All rites reversed, no patents pending, copyleft as you will. It works in a way beyond any tech will ever comprehend and that is what makes it so effective at releasing human potential“.

Turns out it was a placebo. The pill, the AR trip and all of the rest were simply a shiny hook upon which rested the bait of gaining gnosis that spread, organically, by open discussion on the web as many Souls finally looked within to meet their real Self and it was then so many realized they had the courage to rewrite their script that the old, domination driven, edifice did crumble as the people clicked they were indeed gods that were currently playthings in the hands of an old devil that wished to keep them scared, stressed and ignorant for generations on end as he presented problems, awaited their reaction and swept in, from the wings, with solutions that simply repeated all of this and further divided them against Self as they were urged to sip from the poisoned chalice he brings via his various field agents who smile, and yet, were villains…

Till we meet again

Life doesn’t happen to you, it happens because of you. If you can maintain this state of presence then truly you can handle anything. Not only this but you’ll do it with a grin as you catch those red hot coals that were thrown with bad intent as you compress them with transcendence and alchemize them to diamonds. See why I say there are no enemies, just teachers? They are all here to teach you about your Self because every single one of us are prisoners of awareness. The ironic thing is that once this clicks, that there is no “out there” without “in here” as the point of origin, then the cell becomes a vehicle for liberation as its a straight line in Tetris moment where the blockage just melts and you attain freedom.

This is wild, so wild. I really don’t know how many out there will have the nous and imperience to comprehend this but I’m sending it anyway because for those who Know this can rep an immense paradigm shift that totally rewrites their internal OS from the most fundamental. If you have lived a life filled with diabolical cruelty and untold brutality then there is a high chance that this wavelength may already be present. Granted, it may be distorted, hidden or inverted but I have found it far more common in those that have lived a life two bus stops from hell than those raised with the psychoemotional silks and linens. What do I mean by this? Simple:

If the outer satisfies your whims, provides you with comfort plus is stable and predictable then you have zero reason to draw from within. A common way this plays out is a man is born with almost nothing and turns this to almost something. He attempts to instill the same values and methods in his children. He may or may not be successful in this but you can be certain that those skills will be quite diminished in their kids as they are now quite removed from the struggle. What happens next is obvious and its why empires rise and fall, in many respects, because pressure busts pipes but also turns coals to diamonds and indolence undoes this process and its back to blue collar with a quickness.

Power is a fickle mistress and one that must be tamed from within because otherwise she will make you totally reliant on the outer realm and that is how the above happens. Lets imagine that instead you were poor, hated, beaten, degraded, abused, used and confused by the fact that your caregivers don’t seem to give a damn and are entirely absorbed with themselves so you, as a child, are forced to become a parent to their dysfunction. This may sound extreme but its really common from what I’ve seen and its why the ghetto breeds a special type of grit and creativity. Its also why it leads in coping mechanisms designed to hide this agony as mental health and how to address is not high on the list of those who need to struggle to survive as they turn one to ten in order to remain fed. Let me give you an example:

He was born with older brothers, the youngest and thus most neglected. His father was an alcoholic and his mother religious. Both of them got their fix in ways that allowed them to pretend that everything was working but, in reality, there was nothing but dysfunction that they coped with in their own ways. The father was violent and brutalized his brood, as and when, in order to vent his frustrations. The mother prayed and tried her best to make amends with whichever force she believed was meting out this punishment. Their environment was tough, poverty is something that doesn’t relent and the youngest was born into an immense pressure cooker of stress as his mother didn’t believe in contraception and his father had attempted to kill him within the womb, developing, by punching the fetus to its doom before he stepped in to this realm. “Great, another mouth to be fed. Why can’t you just take the pill? You stupid bish. Its because of you I’m in this mess”. “Jesus, please, help serve and protect the seed growing within that is heaven sent. You are my personal guardian angel. My faith is total. Please send me a miracle. I am your loyal servant”.

All of that sounds great but she engaged in this charade night and day and thus her boys ran wild and tore the streets up as they wished. Not yet career criminals but most certainly truants and delinquents. The other kids teased them, called them tramps, said they smelled and such things. They piped down real quick after many fists and boots rained a familial vengeance down upon them. We are Witnessing the genesis of a future crime syndicate.

“You didn’t really have a chance, did you?” I said as we sat in my office. “Nah, I wouldn’t say that. Thats how losers think and thats why they don’t get to where I did”. By this point he was a semi legitimate businessman who, at the age of twenty six, had carved himself a small niche in the streets but knew the best bet was to wear nice threads and funnel the profits into other operations whilst keeping his distance and using his family and friends to manage the rest. The man in question was the living epitome of life doesn’t happen to you, it happens because of you. This is his story.

“My earliest recollection was that of being molested by our local priest. I can still see the scene, its etched into my memories and I remember feeling such pure fury. I wanted to kill him for what he did. I hated the pious pretense as people kissed his rear end when I knew, full well, that he was the devil himself“.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”.

“You think they’d listen? Everyone around me was numb to the nth degree and the priest had brainwashed me by telling me I’d go to Hell if I told anyone of our secret. He made me swear on the Bible, all kinds of theatricality and deception before plying me with drink and doing what he did. Don’t worry though, I got him. Vengeance was always an option and he was the first one I extorted after I told my brothers what happened, once puberty kicked in, and how we would not only get revenge but make some money as well. I forced him to remortgage his house and hand over everything or I told him I’d expose him or let my brothers torture him. Either way was a win but I really hoped he’d send over the ends because I needed cash more than anything at that moment. Soon my brothers were ready to listen to anything I said. I was the brains, they were the fists. By that point they’d been in and out of jail so much that it was like going on holiday to visit friends. It didn’t take long to recruit others into our organization but we didn’t see it like this. We were just a group of mates, chilling, but always scheming on how to make some ends”.

His life had created an immense sense of disconnection and yet loads of tenderness but only towards non human things. A staunch vegetarian before it was the in thing as he adored animals and they felt the same toward him. He also sent his team on plenty of errands for free so if someones boyfriend was acting up they’d lay down a beating until he learned to behave himself. He was always the quickest, the slickest and used moves that were efficient. Its why he’d got the position he was in without a criminal record, no known associations or ever seeing the inside of a cell.

“That was my Ace in the hole. Its why they never saw me coming because it was an in house thing. Think about it, my parents didn’t care. My brothers didn’t want anyone knowing that they were taking orders from a kid and I had no wish to let anyone know what was happening so meetings were private and cards were always dealt then kept close to my chest. As far as the filth were concerned we were a hydra. Many heads, one intent. Doesn’t matter who they get as long as the rest have freedom because its business as usual. Me? They said I was the one who got away, the sole good egg from a bunch of wronguns”. He sat there and grinned.

“How old were you when this happened?”.

“What, the organization and all that? Around twelve, maybe thirteen. There had been bits and pieces before where I’d chipped in and this is why my brothers listened. See, they used to go out shoplifting and sell the stuff door to door for pennies. I told them that was stupid after taking all that risk and told them to speak to the guy down the street that I knew was a fence. “Tell him we’ll nick anything he wants for thirty five percent of retail”. He sells it for fifty, makes a nice drink and whoever buys its gets a bargain. Far less hassle and exposure that way and we all win”.

This had became the hallmark of his organization and how he made more with less than compared to the rest who were still scrambling.

“Soon we recruited more people into our operation and business was booming. We were like a street concierge service and the fence protected his investment in us as he had his own friends so we knew we could make things happen as I was always learning”.

“Like what?” I said.

“Well, one of the guys had a market stall and from here he used to vend a lot of what we’d nicked. I went and scoped out the entire operation from a distance, saw how he handled and the money he was making and decided we should do the same thing. No point treading on his toes and making enemies so we set up our pitch somewhere else. Now our margins were even bigger and, better yet, we had a legit business. I started buying up end of line clearance stock, short code and factory defects and it was my name that signed the cheques. Cheques” he repeated with a wistful grin.

“You know what the best scheme we ever came up with was? Washing cheques. It was a sheer stroke of genius. My brother, the tit, had wrapped my new car after taking it out for a spin. I told him he couldn’t handle it and I’d teach him how to drive it but he didn’t listen and smashed up the front end. To say I was pissed was an understatement but no point crying over spilt milk. That isn’t gonna get the dents out of the metal now, is it? Total waste of effort. I said it had got nicked and waited for the insurance claim to come in. Around about the same time we were moving fake dollar bills that were as convincing as the real thing. Our kid knew a guy who had a friend that was the connect and what he’d done was wash the ink off ones and reprint them as fifties and hundreds instead. Stupid Yanks, why the hell would you make all the bills the same size and think no one would do this? We’ve all seen those moody fakes before but these were totally indistinguishable from the real thing because the paper felt correct and the print was totally crisp. Anyway, twenty grand cheque comes in from the insurance for my whip and it got me thinking. “What if we can do the same with this?”. After all the concept was identical but the scope for profit was immense. The company accounts had to have loads of cash in so how could they really tell who was getting what and when?

I asked my brother to set a meeting with the connect and told the kid we knew he’d get a good drink if he zipped his lip and told no one else. His eyes were as big as saucers when he heard the script because it was like a license to steal and then have it delivered. The guy was impressed and said he’d give it a spin. Within a few the cheque came back printed with forty grand instead. We put it in a burner and waited to see what would happen. Would you believe it, it cleared. I called the insurance and told them I hadn’t received my payment, they sent out another and I bought a new vehicle. From then on it was raining money. Raining. We were not only making more than we could print but also seemed totally legit on the front end.

See, the banks are criminals. They are all as crooked as you can get. They know what the deal is but they don’t care a bit as its all profit. Money for nothing and the cheques for free”. He laughed, uproariously. At an age when most are thinking of getting their tip wet and nothing else this man was making plays with international crime syndicates but the end game was always to be legit. “Street fame is a fools version of a success” he said. “The real high rollers don’t stand out, they don’t flex but they also don’t bend either and will send a hit squad to handle their problems. Thats the kind of power I wanted and I knew I’d get it. Why wouldn’t I? I had loads of people that depended on us to remain clothed and fed. All of them had criminal records and they were all loyal to my brother who they thought was the brains and brawn of the gig so they were happy to do a bid if someone needed to get pinched as they knew they’d be looked after on the other end. The aim was to keep this standing army on deck but also train them in something gainful, thats how we got into security and workmen as that was just another way to rinse more profits via the fronts of business as we expanded operations”.

“How are your parents?”.

“I don’t really know. The first thing I did was retire them and send them somewhere else. One of my brothers is close to them but I don’t really feel a thing, good or bad, about them”.

“Neutrality is a hard thing to achieve. Its also the key to become free, how did you find it?”.

“Well, its funny you mention this because thats actually how we met. One the drivers was yapping about this guy who says all kinds of crazy things, knows everyone round the ends and thinks we’re all inside a huge video game. Sounded a bit mental really, but definitely interesting. Turns out my brothers knew you anyway and the rest went how it did after our introduction”.

“How come you’re so honest and open when talking about this?”.

“Hmm, interesting question. I guess its because after a life of hiding from the light and pulling various strings its nice to finally be my Self and kick it with someone who gets it. That whole hot coals and diamonds thing is brilliant and I’d never met anyone else who thinks like this. Its obvious you must have your own shadows to reach this conclusion but you don’t have to talk about. At least, if you did then hand me back my cheque for this session” he added, with a grin.

“What do you think the point of all this is?” I asked, gesturing my hand in a circle.

“Beats me. It really doesn’t make any sense, does it? All I know is if you’re legit you get nothing but shafted and basic criminals gain naught but early deaths or long sentences. In the middle you can be hidden and the money just keeps rolling in. Funny thing is that is what every so called legitimate business man does because they’re all crooked. After all, we may have washed dollar bills but what about those who print them out of nothing in the first place then sell them to the rest? Thats a global extortion racket and none truly suspect the grip this poisonous currency has on them as they spend their whole life trying to get it. Same with religion, the biggest scam there is as that crook has a collection plate for the poor, week in, week out, but never puts a penny in himself and just milks those who are already broke so he can keep spreading that BS by putting fairy tales in their heads“.

“Nobody is coming to save you, you’ve got to handle that your Self“.

“Exactly, you get it”.

“What do you think happens when you die?“.

“Who knows? I guess we’ll find out when we get there. Worrying about that is like stressing if the sun will rise. If it doesn’t, you’ll know about it so why waste any time and effort? What do you think? Wait, let me guess, “Game over, insert credit“, yes?”.

I laughed at his perceptiveness as I’d mentioned the same thing in an earlier conversation. “Yep, pretty much. They slam your Soul back in for another spin of this Game in the flesh and keep pimping your energetics. The same extortion you think on one level is actually happening on another as well and thus this world is not the cause but a symptom of interference via a higher aspect that pretends to be good but is actually quite wicked”.

“Like that filthy nonce of a priest“.

“Exactly, exactly”.

“And yet if it wasn’t for him we wouldn’t be speaking on this topic and I really doubt I’d be rich, totally legit and well respected. I don’t view it as abuse. I looked at it as initiation. Life testing my mettle. Sure it put me off sex and made me withdraw into myself for a bit but what I found within was something so powerful that I just followed its guidance and its kept me good to this moment. Why sweat it? Trust the process. When the worst thing that can ever happened already did and you survived it then all you can do is win. At least, thats how I think”.

“That is a very interesting way of living. I can tell that you mean it and its not just something said for effect. How did you come up with that level of detachment?”.

“Probably during all of the beatings my old man handed out. He hated me with a vengeance, way more than the rest. They were all petrified of him as he’d done the same to them but with me it was different as it felt so personal. There were times when I could see a demon taking over him. His eyes and whole face shifted as he was obviously enjoying it. I noticed that more than the pain. It was quite fascinating like it was him but not, all at the same moment”.

“Spiritual wickedness, highly placed“.

“Indeed, indeed. You’ve really got me thinking about this because I’d never thought that all that was wrong in this realm would actually have a spiritual origin that manifests its presence via the people plugged in. Have you seen that new movie yet? The Matrix. It says the same thing, if you haven’t you should check it as it your video game theory but told a different tint”.

I told him I had seen it and how the trick of the scheme is reveal the truth via fiction so that nascent scratch gets itched via entertrainment then the seed of truth doesn’t develop into a solid question inside the heads of those who don’t have an inkling that the splinter of the mind they’re feeling is actually true and accurate because none of this is what they suspect. He nodded his head. The signal was decoded loud and clear because whilst he’d never drawn these conclusions upon watching the reels spin at our local multiplex he had the type of intellect that could grasp wisdom when it was handed to him. In many ways that was what made him this way because his life was akin to being handed some scraps from the garbage and concocting a cordon bleu meal from it. If you showed someone the end they’d willing accept it but if you told them how it begins they’d run for the hills and choose another incarnation.

This is why I say that 81% of the realm are Slaves, 11% Slave/Masters and only 8% are Warriors who are capable of decoding this wavelength. On the day to day that means if you speak to ten people over 8 are so plugged in that they fight to stay connected to the illusion they’re invested in. More than one know the deal but feign ignorance as they work from the shadows as proxy agents instead and thus generate immense profits from exploiting the rest and less than one will get it as they may never have previously pondered it but their intuition kicks in and they genuinely consider the concept and how it implanes their existence.

This guys life was the perfect example of life doesn’t happen to you, it happens because of you because what was shared was only a tiny fragment of the things he’d dealt with but what impressed me most during our conversations was he’d already intuited and applied the blueprint of the Path of Power and that comes from the shift that happens when you intuit there is nothing but within and the outer is just a projection filled with raw elements that you can then apply as you wish. Granted, his view was not as metaphysical nor had he ever verbalized it to reflect because he simply gave orders and the others followed to generate immense profits as he quietly observed the angles and played the hand he was dealt, in the moment, with the intent to win by betting on himself. Add on top of this an almost total lack of ego or false self because, as he said, “I couldn’t afford to lie to myself. It was a matter of survival. I needed that quiet place within that nobody else could ever access” and you’ll see what I mean.

It doesn’t have to be as dramatic as this in your example but, time and again, I’ve seen so many of these common threads in those who stepped into the Game with less. Granted there are many, many more who won’t even get a sniff of success and while away their existence neck deep in coping mechs like alcohol and drug addiction as well as countless lives wasted in prison and people filled the brim with immense talent that they barely developed but it was reassuring to kick it with one on the same wavelength with no pretense or faking. The man is dead now so I can share his legend even though many who knew him well will still never click the truth of the tale presented as he played his cards so close to his chest that they were hidden within his heart that was steadily beating to a greater resonance as its transmuted his suffering thanks to his lack of investment in events that presented to his awareness. Take what works, leave the rest. If you can rise from the fire of suffering you’ll be reborn as a phoenix, immortal, because its all a question of perspective and energetics as its not the hand you’re dealt but how you play it. If not then you will daily cremate your potential (aka urning a living) as you feel less and less whilst drowning in coping mechs as you live the life unexamined.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. Without you it doesn’t exist ergo there are no problems within, only solutions. Dare you face them and see your life as it is without the varnish and distance that copium instills or are you content to dwell instead on the outskirts of your mind, Adulterated, as you moan and complain about a series of little things that are almost always entirely inconsequential and actually just elaborate distractions from seeing the truth in this:

You are on Earth serving a life sentence. Everything that happens, smiles or cries, is designed to make you invest in the fable as that makes it more tangible and thus you end up as a piece moved around this con of a chess set in hyperspace as two forces battle and you remain entirely ignorant of whats truly happening as you believe the world that was pulled over your eyelids as you’ve never glimpsed within, connected with your true resonance or dared asked the questions you’ve been told are off limits and not for critical examination. That is why I said that 81% of the planet are Slaves, from the womb to the tomb and probably beyond this as well because the con has many levels. Stop and ponder for a moment:

If a piece of paper is printed with a one and another says fifty at whose decree does the value become real? Why do you believe this? Its obviously your power, your awareness, your belief system that is being invested, yes? If an enterprising gent dips and removes the ink is the true worth revealed or does this simply mean the key is within your imagination and if you don’t comprehend this it becomes a dangerous enemy instead of a loyal friend. Its a Game of three halves. Said it before and will again because once you’ve done the Knowledge the rest becomes Self evident. Ignorance is not bliss but it can sell you a decent approximation until life presents the bill for your false resonance and you then run after more of the same tricks, that are equally fanciful pseudo solutions, designed to mask the symptoms but never actually address the root cause of the problem:

The Adulteration of your Inner Sense. Life doesn’t happen to you, it happens because of you just like its not the words but how they’re arranged that changes the meaning. You already have all of the components you’re seeking. The problem is your strength is hidden behind your greatest dread and the rest of your life is built upon the delusion of this infusion that instills its own type of psychosocial camera trick that begets the (false) self which needs constant investment. People truly perish for a lack of Knowledge whilst those that dare look within (or have no other option in their script of incarnation) take those hot coals and compress them to diamonds as they find a sense of illumination and wealth that never ends due to dwelling in the abundance of resonance. Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again

One of the very best things about coming to Earth and wearing the flesh is also the most dangerous:

The power of not knowing.

In many ways the sword is dual edged because how else can you convince gods they are mere men and then lead them to worship things outside their Self when, in reality, it all takes place inside your awareness? Thats the trick. Thats the trick, my friend, and its so elusive and subtle that one can drop into this realm for a spin and be pinned to wheel of time for multiple incarnations until it clicks that you’d just popped out for a pack of cigs and thus left your wife and kids for eons, waiting. Like Nelson Muntz attests:

On the flip the power of not knowing means that we get to peel away the layers of the onion of ignorance. Oh, for sure, in hells kitchen many stopped at a certain depth because the tears were intense but some of us got a taste for the finer resolution each strip brings and how the meaning of what we expected can be flipped and rearranged as one progresses to the core within which they find…

Themselves!

Ha! How’s that for a cosmic wheeze, par excellence? Let me illustrate it like this:

Take the above two examples, shake around in your head, cook at the perfect temp and serve when optimal to ensure the viewer can digest the message as, with a couple of clips, the Game is laid bare. How did it taste, my friend? Here’s what it said to me:

Resolution. Resolution. Resolution.

In life its what you don’t know you don’t know thats of most interest as many don’t even suspect its exists even though the truth – like the dark side of the moon – is in front of them. Just awaiting their attention. Like the difference between a donkey and noble steed or someone who was born ugly and now is a beauty. Thats an interesting topic that was kicked in other links so lets get back to this not knowing thing:

You ever looked into magic? As a jit I was fascinated with the art of illusion and invested much money and time in learning what makes them tick. This was, in effect, the genesis of what became the Dual Reality Principle as the amazing thing with talent is you can apply it to other things as one who thinks different isn’t playing the same Game as the rest. What if there were larger spells and rites at play in all of this and the English language was the prime suspect in dampening folks inherent vibrations due to inherited stiff upper lips and the internal operating systems they coded? Why does every single country in this realm use the word wicked/hated/detested or such things to describe the left whereas right is accepted as the correct and standard way of handling your biz? You ever looked into the dextrosity of the rich and famous? If you did then ask your Self:

“Would the right handed version of them have actualized such talents and did what they did on a planet where around ninety percent push the pen with the one subconsciously linked to “writing”. Better yet, why didn’t I think to train all of what I possess to equal levels of strength?“.

With that in mind, if you ask most Europeans they’ll say Americans are brash, loud and childish with no taste or elegance as they pour ketchup on everything whilst hooting and hollering like simpletons as they wave their automatic weapons whilst flag saluting. A stereotype, to be sure, but one thing I’d be willing to bet is that if you took two groups of people from the US and standardized them bar one difference – who drives exclusively manual and those that pick auto instead – the ones who move the stick and use clutches will certainly be more intelligent and imaginative, of this I’m certain. Can you guess the reasoning behind the formulation of this hypothesis? Best get to peeling that onion, mayne! Same reason I can say that if you pick three visually identical women who speak only English, French or Italian you will be able to tell, ten times out of ten, the one from across the channel even if all you see is a silhouette of them in motion and not a word said.

Thats the power of not knowing mixed in with the intense desire of the eternally curious, my friend, as the word boredom cannot exist when there is so much wondering to be done in this realm. I mean, who are you – really? Not the basic onion skin which says:

“I am John of house Smith, my parents are Wilma and Fred. I work as this, quite enjoy that and detest this. The end”.

I mean, how basic and low res can you get and yet many accept this level of gnosis from now until their death but, oddly, can you tell you that it rains diamonds on Uranus and what their favorite celeb likes for breakfast along with a billion and one other things they’ve etched in to the one layer called Simon Says… See, thats the secret truth of the schooling System and the rest of the tricks designed to pimp your awareness and make you Thunk a certain way whilst discounting the rest. The main side effect is most who accept it are varying degrees (LOL!) of miserable with their mortarboard heads and sharp angles that were trained to forget the fluid leaps and motions of intuition which says the zaniest of things that demand swift answering as well drawing all kinds of odd links that may or may not exist.

Like why are the days of the week a homonym for the daze of the weak that are too dim to click that every single tongue and culture is worshiping, in secret, the planets above them with strict regulation of what happens when along with the principle of vibration that could be feeding via attention. Imagine if instead you said this time period was a “Strength” and the two for celebration a “Strengthened”? Really let that sink in. Countless repetitions, Self suggestions and a form of hypnosis which says:

“The further I progress, the stronger I get”.

As the basic underlying premise of your existence. Well, I do and have so using my Self as a sample size of one compared to those who don’t Know the Ledge and speak fluent Slave instead there is an immense difference as I’m slim and trim with a great level of fitness even though I eat what I wish and exercise now and then whilst they’re flabby and sick with a load of pains, aching. Damn, homie… On a side note, did you ever click that the kids who were classed as thick because they skipped out of school to lift bricks and chop wood instead of getting into debt pursuing higher education actually ended up striking it rich with no mortgages and in demand skills whilst the art major PhD is flipping burgers at Mickey Ds? There may be something more to this than just the ravings of a potential mystic swimming in the seas where schizos are drowning… Why not try it for your Self? Thats the power of not knowing, my friend, as one can set themselves interesting challenges like:

“I wonder what kicks if I spend three days, alone, with no tech, no net, no human interaction or a word said as I eat nothing but plain potatoes and sip clean water, so refreshing”.

I mean, you ever tried anything like this? It brings a new res to your awareness, that is for certain as does writing a list, rolling a dice and living the script in ways most subtle as there are countless ways of reality testing and gaining a flex like arguing the exact opposite of what you firmly believe in just to see if you can convince others of the alternative whilst they’re mooting. Boy, did that used to irritate some people as you could literally watch them get bent out of shape and scream till they’re blue in the face and seeing red when you are simply intellectually jousting with no investment. Feathers and anvils describes it best. If you ever wondered why old folks walk with a stoop and the kids are bouncing its because of this principle as what was once open to learning folded in within itself which is a huge hint about the entire traumatic mind control operation that runs this realm as those at the helm know all about carrots and sticks hence why they built a psychosocial treadmill that most accept, without question, as long as the bread and circuses keep rolling in and they don’t have to think for themselves as the voice in their head tells them whats happening and they enact its commands without stopping to comprehend they can’t be what speaks when they’re obviously that which listens. But, that is a much deeper topic and far closer to the core of the onion as between there and now there is much worth checking and reality testing, a few of them I’m mentioned, the rest should spring from your own imagination.

If they don’t then thats a hint that what I said about us being born in a state of Inner Sense that is swiftly Adulterated as we’re trained to become like our parents may just be close to the sketch of the blueprint that was etched into your consciousness as they told you to “Sit still! Look ahead! Do well on the test or your parents will stress” whilst I gave not one single solitary F about any authority outside of me as I Knew the System could not teach me about me when it pushed lies so blatant as “White men built the pyramids” and those who lead could not answer my ruminations as they were not listed in their teachers edition for these thoughts weren’t part of the script. Take the shape of the solar system, for example. How many of you Thunk it looks like this:

I remember the first time I saw this as a jit and shook my head as it literally made zero sense as logic dictates the sun would pull them all in and munch up the planets like Pac Man doing his thing in the midst of the abyss. When I raised my complaints to the talking head in primary he said:

“Oh, so you know better than the scientists? Is that it?”.

As he had no answers beyond repeating what was drummed into him whereas I could intuit, back then, that something was obviously missing. Imagine my grin when later on I came across the Helical Orbit model which posits just such a thing as there was a plane obscured in the simplistic version pushed for public consumption:

Its an onion thing! Now, obviously, some of these cuts make many weep but others grin so its a case of get in where you fit in but its worth remembering that every single child that steps into this realm is a Warrior before its trained out of them and they acquiesce to the machinations of a System that pimped their parents and will their kids as well by skewing how they think as it slides Thunk in instead and even the above is simplistic as one cannot help but wonder and question why Venus spins out of sync with the rest and that leads us to deeper topics with mind blowing implications but lets bounce on a higher note with this instead:

Can you imagine how it would feel to live on that Earth in their realm? What type of songs would they sing with celestial elements in such perfect sync? Take a listen:

More to heaven and earth, my friend. There is a reason why I ask if you can you hear the Psylense…

Till we meet again

There really is no polite way of saying this but after lifetimes of observation and participation in this dimension one thing is obvious:

You are all crazy.

What if Earth was, once upon a when, the galaxies insane asylum where those who messed up in other realms were sent as punishment to serve a life sentence surrounded by those like them? What if the inmates took over the gaff and sold those Souls return tickets to that madness as they obviously hadn’t learned their lesson and, worse still, this birthed the traditions you call religion?

Did you know that word springs from the Latin that means to bind, to pass through again and have obligation placed upon? Are some cows too sacred to slaughter? How about a critical examination then? What if that was the test? Have you passed or failed? On a more mundane level, why not try this:

Grab a notepad and pen and for a whole day write down your thought process. If that seems a bit much then pick a time period and start jotting. Read back what kicks inside that dome you’re locked in and tell me if those observations are in any way shape or form a reflection of one in good mental health. I’d be willing to bet the answer is in the negative as most people play the role of Tina to the Ike that keeps pimp slapping them in a vocal tone that seems identical. How many comprehend they aren’t the voice but the one listening? Not many, I’d bet.

I did and do which is why I can tell you you are insane crazy, driving Miss Daisy along with the rest of the nuts locked in to this floating insane asylum. Want to prove me wrong? Balance this equation:

If every single thing you held dear and sacred that was etched in your head as an operating system actually worked and delivered on its promise then your life would be perfect.

Well? Is it?

Whats wild about this is if you point out the obvious the voice in their dome screams “Infidel!” and they react like puppets on a string to defend a predator of consciousness that nibbles at their energetics which is why a childs glow dims as they become Adulterated due to the building of the bars in the Mind Made Prison which is part of the ignorance they inherited from their parents and will pass on to their kids.

Irrespective of race, religion or station thems the breaks. Tell me I’m lying?

Worse still is there a group of people that know bits and pieces of the sketch and want nothing less than to see me dead and then there is the rest who are under their spell that will probably want more of the same once they get my message and that makes me either the bravest or stupidest Soul to grace the planet. I’ll let you tell it.

What would you do in this situation?

They say true enlightenment brings an immense sense of compassion in which one, voluntarily, wanders back into the Cave to tell his fellow man about the feeling of the sun on their face versus a life lived in shade. They, as expected, Thunk he’s desecrating their traditions and the ones that build the frame to keep them hemmed in with shadowplay dancing in their brains are equally miffed at one who dares to veer off script and thats why he sings:

You ever draw the links between the clowns, jokers, DMT machine elves and why Heath Ledger and Brandon Lee died after portraying them? Sometimes life is stranger than fiction, my friend, but don’t expect such logical conclusions to be part of any official curriculum as thats designed to keep you attuned to the psychosocial treadmill with its work, buy, consume, die programming. Whats nuts about this is just like Lennon said:

Have you ever wondered why psychopaths number around one percent of the planet and yet are disproportionately repped in the annals of power as evidenced by the fact that Washington DC has more of them than any place else? Do the Knowledge and suddenly the implications of:

“Let he who has wisdom count the number of the beast for it is that of man”.

Makes a lot more sense when you consider the six protons, six neutrons and six electrons wrapped around your consciousness via the flesh modulating your awareness to decode these signals sent via a black mirror to your mind which is straight up magical, if you stop and ponder the implications. And yet everyday miracles are rendered invisible which is why blindspots must be clocked as the image linked shows well as your brain simply fills in whats expected ergo this is one massive illusion on par with a hallucination in which each is complicit for their contribution to the madness that runs unchecked in the heads of the masses. Did you do the experiment I mentioned? Probably not because who wants the truth? Not most as they simply wish to be correct and have their world view confirmed so they can finally banish the infidels from this realm and be happy forever with an eternal supply of Froot Loops or whatever BS the Mandela Effect tells them as the net moves them like puppets on a string with a subtle form of manipulation that can’t wait to usher in an old devil with new wings. Kind of like a red bull, yes? You ain’t seen nothing yet…

Speaking of cereals did you know Dr Kellogg was into eugenics and his whole MO was to rid society of imbeciles? What about the link with soap operas and brainwashing or are you too busy running the treadmill to keep up with who they said is the leading beacon and example that should be emulated? Don’t you ever stop and take in exactly how outsane this realm is and the nature of the social sickness to which you’re well adjusted? What about the Idiocracy Effect where truth can be presented as fiction so most digest the message without comprehending the depth of whats truly said?

And next up at the helm is the TikTok generation from which shall spring the seed of Techno Sapiens as Siri, that apple of your eye, slides into your kids iris to augment their vision which is nigh on inevitable and that harks back, again, to another Bible passage that read:

“For none shall buy nor sell without the mark of the beast being etched into their flesh”

Yet none suspect that “prophecy” may actually equal a shooting script for this reality which is mildly ironic when you think that Jesus dying on a hill reps your divine consciousness being crucified in your head but thats a deeper topic.

The scene from the flick that started this article reps real well whats actually happening in your dome as the Opponent is Ike (aka the (false) self) smacking a high note out of his Victim which reps your Inner Sense who dwells in the depth of ignorance about what truly kicks because you’ve been mind controlled since you stepped in to accept this madness without question as you chase illusions and trinkets whilst amusing yourself to death without comprehending the bigger pic or even attempting to gain gnosis about who you are, where this is and what the hell is truly happening in a place that seems heaven sent as most are content to dwell in the valley of ignorance with the herd who thinks just like them even though they’re all miserable and most are fat, sick and nearly dead.

I’ve never yet met a Slave/Master that was actually happy and content without some form of (false) self deception thrown in and yet each and every one sings the same hymn and never, ever questions it. How many click they walk a psychospiritual treadmill which is as much of a dead end as the one they sell to the plebs or maybe its me thats not getting it and the aim is to rule in hell and they care not about transcendence? If that isn’t outsane then I don’t know what it is but they’ve got the whole world in their hands and, for some reason, I’m here in the mix with the rest and currently singing to the deaf… Are you listening?

Till we meet again

When the lotus has no choice because its either sink on swim on the ocean of filth that is this realm at the present you know its time to shoot from hip with a dead aim at the brain of the Adulterated Opponent within that, via parasitical processes, feasts upon pure Inner Sense. You can only come to your senses by losing the mind they programmed, back when, which is not in your best interests. Stop and think:

If everything inside your head worked, perfect, then your life wouldn’t be a mess. Why can’t you regulate your energetics? Why are you dripping in coping mechs? Why does the voice in your head rage and deny this as it pulls the strings of your awareness as it makes you its puppet in the flesh?

Your mind is behind enemy lines, my friend. Back to the topic:

“Why would you do this? Whats the point in this? If you your Self said that only 8% are capable of comprehending the shadows depth then why bother kicking the ballistics on the web when the margin of misinterpretation is immense and most simply don’t give an F about your feature presentation?”.

I don’t know. Call it a helping hand to a fellow Soul trapped in this realm with no clue about the consequences of wearing flesh as they are constantly recycled from one life to the next with little much changing as they stay plugged in and thus don’t comprehend they aren’t the candle but an aspect of the eternal flame that manifests as their awareness. They say that true compassion springs when one finds enlightenment then plunges back into the darkness to the help the rest find the spark within themselves that the world tries so hard to extinguish so they can sell you lightbulbs instead.

Yeah, thats pretty much how it is because work, buy, consume, die is the blueprint they etched in your awareness and within the grip of this Mind Made Prison people are real comfortable with being uncomfortable hence why they’d try and kill anyone who escaped the Cave and came back to show them the shadowplay on the wall and the fire which teases them is but a poor imitation of what truly is awaiting their Self realization. Really picture this, my friend:

You are born, easy and free. From a young age they train you to sit in a frame that expands as you progress. All you know is the Cave and its filled with children who are taught to “Sit still, look ahead” by one who wishes to claim dominion over them. The longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch until, one fine day, you are staring at the wall upon which some symbols doth flick as you spin a narrative in your head they programmed you with. In this deal do you think people would feel much like square watermelons and think there is something really wrong with this sketch or would they believe the frame and them are one and the same, identical, so if that mad, bad, jit from kindergarten that never, ever sat still and often upended his chair by trying to balance it on two legs as he ran the teachers ragged came charging back in with an axe that he swings at the frame you don’t even notice you’re wearing would you start screaming or say “Thanks for help. I always wanted freedom“.

That, in a nutshell, is what kicks because some Know the sketch and have intuited the deal which pushed them into this underground crypt of illusion and deception that is akin to a living hell so the parasites of consciousness can enjoy the prime real estate of this realm via private access as they have you caught up in their illusion. Obviously they don’t like the Warrior as he rises to the challenge and shakes off their programming that was designed to fit like a second skin as he reclaims his voltage then sets about spreading the message to the rest that are plugged in to the Matrix that placed a cage around them. Thats the Mind Made Prison, my friend, and its why I said that there is no difference between the form of a golden age child and one that steps in to this time of universal degradation aka the war on Inner Sense. The function, however, is a chalk and cheese thing because most people are strangers to their Self and driven to live on the outskirts of their mind where they pay an immense rent to a slum landlord slash pimp that gives not one single solitary F about them as they see you as less than human whilst blaming you for their cruelness you accept out of ignorance.

Tell me, if you had peeped the script what would you do, in this instance? Take a seat a the high table with the rest as you raise an expensive drink for a mission done well as your ark of excess sails across the rivers of time that run red with the blood of the plebs that hold your craft overhead or risk it all on a spin of the cosmic roulette wheel in the hopes some Souls recollect it wasn’t always like this and their true nature is awaiting their awakening before it gets locked in a new version of the cell when silicon and carbon bred to create the new and improved Mind Made Prison as the yuga cycle ascends from man to ubermensch before sinking again. And again. And again. Without beginning, without end. That is the nature of a construction, a program, a System that works via the camera trick of taking your power and placing it outside of Self. No child thinks like this but all of the Adulterated accept this as evident and some will even rage and gnash as the suggestion they are divine is taken as a tantamount to sin as they view themselves as wretched and decrepit. Does a child ever step in not overflowing with radiance? Why does this glow vanish? Better yet, why don’t people notice and question the paradigm? Its because they’re being fed upon by a predator of consciousness that hides in their head and covers its tracks, really well, by projecting its fear of getting caught as the wrapping around the gift of the present moment that hides the best a man can get:

Gnosis.

Don’t leave home without it! Why? Because its your only ticket out of this realm hence the whole “Heart against a feather” thing because if you crave more of that Cave and the imperience it brings then ye shall get. If you don’t you’ll get emotionally blackmailed and or manipulated to go back for another spin as your investments are used against because its all like ink that was spilled on a canvas which, in turn, hides the fact it all springs from a tree which is living, breathing intelligence as it encapsulates the essence of this feature presentation which is a fractal ergo the resolution that I kick is beyond ultra hi def but you need the ears and eyes to decode as opposed to being encoded which hints at the tele/microscope effect I’ve mentioned elsewhen. Anyway:

Bloom or bust. From one life to the next the lotus fights against the elements of filth that surround it and would like nothing less than to choke it to death before it can speak a thing or realize its potential. Time and time again does this symbol takes place and some Souls become increasingly efficient at a process, alchemical, which leads them to comprehend that they are actually the life force, eternal, manifested as the form into an ocean of ignorance ergo this is all akin to an immense Game of Hide and Seek with Self which is a whole nother topic as there are levels to this, where we sit, as its like a clock with a second hand that sticks. Not quite nothing but almost something as well. The mind makes it real though. Thats how powerful it is. Lets pretend the Cave and cage I mentioned were modern VR tech instead. Feelies, lets call them. You go, view a show and for ninety minutes you get to live each kiss, thrill, spill and dump of adrenaline as you view the flick from a first person perspect. During that time of dilation and forced angles it all seems totally authentic but imagine someone steps in and says:

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

And speaks on the nature of emulation via overstimulation of your senses via a script designed to pull you in and its had you in its grip for countless lifetimes which you’ll swear up and down are authentic because you never disconnected from their dream like logic and constant barrage of suggestions which said:

“Pay no heed to the man who speaks on the man behind the curtain and his intent. This is life. Its your life. Its real and authentic. Kill that infidel for even daring to suggest what you believe isn’t correct and don’t forget to spend, spend, spend every shred of attention you possess anywhere but on your Self”.

What would you do next? If you, as one of the 8%, said:

“OK, lets reality test. I’ll sit here and close my eyes because if this is really real and not some type of high tech hallucination then I should be able to exercise complete control over it, yes?”.

Swiftly he would discover many aspects, outside and within, that keep prompting his movement as the script is waiting. Lets say he overcomes this but the feature comes to an end. When he is next plugged in there will be a nagging splinter in his awareness that makes him reluctant to commit. “No problem” the architect thinks as he sits, directing, and unleashes events horrific and traumatic in your script so you dare not glimpse within.

“Perfect” he says, rubbing his palms with an evil grin as he knows the mileage on this hoe will keep him and his fed, real well, as they bask in the sun, on the surface, as you’re locked in the Cave of ignorance which is their feature presentation aka the psychosocial treadmill.

Bloom or bust? That is the question because the Game is about to shift into another octave of its heaven sent mission of raising hell and March Twenty Twenty Fifth will see a whole load of plus sized, generously equipped, body positive models get to warbling for a bunch of chickens that come home, roosting, sitting on eggs of boosted consciousness and its these hatchlings that will be tossed into the drink holding a brick of ignorance as they try hard to sink, not swim, that the beast will tempt with its silicon augmentation that already primed their parents with the whole “Siri is the apple of my eye” sweet talking as so few of them clicked this spells iris when flipped as that is exactly where she intends to sit as she makes androids of men.

And yet, none dare call it conspiracy. But it is.

Bloom or bust, playa. Thats the credo for Twenty Twenty Fifth as per the script hence the lotus of my awareness is blossoming in resonance with the all of everything that is the Prime, the pre-existing of which I am an aspect made flesh in this realm at the moment to share this message:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again