Its Not Just You, the World Is Waking Up

“Can’t they see it? I try and speak it but they just don’t comprehend” he said, exasperated. His family thought he was a tinfoil lunatic for even daring to suggest things aren’t as they said, back when. He added “Why aren’t people hip to this?”. I told him:

“Its not just you, the world is waking up”.

He looked from right to left and a derisive snort left his lips. I told him I could prove it:

“We seek to be externally understood when we don’t innerstand ourselves. These new views you’ve gained which reveal the old wheel of life was suspiciously cubic hence the immense amount of effort dressed in a slick marketing campaign called “The way it is” has nowhere near the level of emotional resonance or investment as a lifetimes training. Its like a fresh sapling that has just started budding whereas you’re attempting to bang your head against a forest of illusion that those lost within think is invisible“.

A huge grin spread across his lips.

“Listen, I’ve been beating this drum since before the Matrix hit and when it did I thought “Great, now I can skip the preamble and get to the metaphysics”. Didn’t happen. Know why? Because inside their reality tunnel they have a plausible fiction they accept and a subset of this is the entertainment trail in which they switch off their brain to be entrained and thus don’t draw the links that, to you, are becoming Self evident. When you first see the code you can’t help but wondering how its still invisible to the rest but the fact of the matter is the architect designed it like this ergo you are the exception to the rule but that is steadily changing as the world is awakening”.

He nodded his head as it made perfect sense.

“Imagine you’d been born with a biological VR helmet strapped to your head that developed as you stepped into this realm. You, somehow, clicked what kicks and yelled to the next “The Game of Souls has you, my friend. They pulled an illusion over your eyelids and they haven’t truly seen a thing!“. They’d think you’re nuts as their immediate imperience denies this with a vehemence ergo you must be a tinfoil lunatic. And yet, it is exactly like this with the most ironic aspect is people will, soon enough, trade the biological version for a silicon equivalent. The switch, for many, will be seamless as they never, ever stopped to introspect, reality test or ask the first question that set you off on this quest”.

“How can I be the voice in my head when I’m obviously that which listens?” he said.

“Bingo! Now, to you this seems Self evident, correct?”. He nodded. “But previously it was as invisible as the forest so If I hadn’t formulated such a direct question that generates its own resonance with clarity you how would I have conveyed it? Believe me, this idea didn’t spring, fully formed. No, for ages I wasted loads of effort on drawn out explanations till I clicked the easiest way to get someone to see what was hid was by asking one simple question and seeing if they wished to develop gnosis. Some will go “Oh yeah” then get right back to it as the alternative fills them with dread due to learned helplessness. A few declare all out war on this interloper of consciousness and they, like Alice, see how deep the rabbit hole goes…”. He stood there with a glow emanating from his face because enlightenment isn’t a switch you flick then chill in its luminescence but a state you must maintain. Just like the (false) self, it all takes effort but the former is new (think, sapling) whereas the old has roots that are solid and thus you can’t just upend them. Well, you can, but only inside your own private realms”.

“What Knowledge were you kicking that made them feel like they needed to have an intervention?”.

“Well, I pointed out that clip of how the news reports all say the same thing along with how, during COVID, you could type in any old number with a “New cases” suffix and you’d find what you expect which lead to the net being an immense spying machine and how your phone does your mind read“.

“Run that back again but with counterarguments based in ignorance“.

“Hmm, OK. Well, the newsreaders do just this so its to be expected as they’re all telling the same thing. If you’re searching the web and it provides a hit then obviously something happened to make them state this and everyone knows its dangerous. Now, the net being a spying machine? I really can’t find a way not to think thats stupid because most people don’t know the military invented it or how they pay fortunes to make it addictive on purpose along with the whole dopamine addiction thing so… Ah”. His face lit again. “Its like trying to rip a pipe from an addict. They’ll fight tooth and nail for it as it makes them feel brill. I’ll admit the phone mind reading thing makes zero sense until you click that consciousness is everything. Hmm. I’m just going to ask them how they can be the voice in their head instead”.

“Exactly. See, when you Know the Ledge you wish to share and reality test the freshest offerings of gnosis but that precludes they too are introspecting otherwise its akin to telling a pedestrian that if he clicks his heels, thrice, the secret rocketboot function kicks in. Can you imagine how it would feel to go from zero to a hundred in a second with no preparation? They’d much prefer to keep their feet on ground, predictable, than spread their wings. Not for nothing its why Jesus said that your own folks, town you were raised in and people in your homestead will be the last to comprehend and first to yell you’ve flipped your lid because you changing is a threat to their (false) self that wishes things to remain identical”.

“Hmm, so it needs to be fed and sees the information as a problem because they all still believe they’re it? Interesting, thanks”.

And with that he bounced out of the drop in with a grin on his lips and zero threats to his freedom. In order to lead someone any place you must first speak what they see, internally, as it is as invisible as water to a fish. Lets pretend the water is tinted and tainted and you try and tell them the accordion playing monkey riding a unicycle is a hallucination. They’ll all think its ridic because its been there since they were kids and everyone sees it. But, on the flip, if you moved them some place else where the water was fresh then back again they’d click the illusion in an instant. Some of you reading can yell:

“Then why the heck do you pen such lengthy articles saying the same thing in a billion different ways?”.

The answer is within the question as each is aimed at a different reality tunnel and due to the process of magnetization people ready to awaken will read what appeals hence the links and where they lead as each increase in resonance builds upon to generate the next ergo there is much less madness but way more method present than you suspect. See, there is what calls to your Soul, my friend, versus externally sanctioned programming which is akin to a waving Mexican as people can’t resist but join in hence why they’re all flabby and sick as this is what makes the tills ring! Its not just you, the whole world is waking up but its not a uniform event as everyone has their own resonance, imprint and wavelength ergo it’ll happen as it did. Or it won’t, for them. That is cool as well which is why I said that spiritual development will kill your false relationships, dead. They are simply not compatible with the you you are becoming and thus they fall by the wayside to make way for greater things and truer links. Embrace the Game to transcend but first get familiar with the pain within that birthed the (false) self and nurtures it out of ignorance. No need to be evangelical or hit them upside the head as that is akin to having a nose with an itch then scratching the mirror that reflects. Not happening. No matter how much effort you put in. Invest in Self instead. See, I push the pen as a way of keeping notes of my progress, honing my penmanship and leaving something on the web that may just kick start gnosis in those who are seeking ergo it is what it is as there is no attachment to outcome intended or needed.

I’ve came to comprehend truly how slick all of this is because there are a multitude of factors in play at each instance that all have their own vectors of influence upon the individual and collective but, underneath this, there is a simple alphabet of symbols that have their own ecosystem aka the code of the Matrix. How many lifetimes have I invested in this quest for gnosis? If my thesis is correct and our current spins sample the past to cause a recollection via awakening of skills then it makes perfect sense why every single Eighties jit scrawled the same dual cubic image in the back of their books, texting, without a clue of whence it springs:

The heavens.

We are, literally, the stuff of stars and the cleverest trick is how they turned your eyes away from the youniverse within to the universe aka one song everyone sings. The former is unique, the latter? Generic. People are starting to click the difference between them and its so intricately subtle that the plight of the so called schizophrenic will make way more sense. As will the seeming ravings of mystics who yelled the truth from the top of the hills as they danced the dance that we’re all born to manifest named emancipation.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

The Mental Flex Challenge

The easiest ways to see (and potentially break) the Patterns that make you a Slave is via the process of Self Directed Change. Dicelife, for example, is the introductory element. The MFC, however, is a whole nother beast that must be wrestled with as this formidable Opponent is built up of fear, shame, ignorance and countless other things most daren’t acknowledge and thus it gains in strength by draining them of the life they could live as it builds their (false) self instead – covered in coping mechs – that then runs the treadmill with its “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” programming that is so effective. Just ask 81% of the planet…

Grab a pad and pen and note down as many things you can think that you’ve always done a certain way. It can be what and where you eat, how you sleep, things to do with your physical appearance or how you present, certain behavioral aspects, habits, your friends as well as things you don’t like about yourself and wish to shift.

Keep going until you get quite a few and then we’re going to select twenty one as our hit list. From this a third will be quite simple to implement (eg I will brush my teeth with my non dominant hand. Instead of eating eggs and coffee for breakfast each day I will switch to…) and third will be more difficult (eg Instead of sitting at home gaming or surfing the net I will leave the premises and talk to people I’d like to have sex with and I am now starting a new hobby that brings me into contact with folks who have the skills I wish to possess) and the last third should be quite challenging (eg I’m quitting drinking any alcoholic substance and I will totally isolate myself beyond all basic level communication for the remainder of the challenge) ranging to feeling impossible.

I’ve given you some examples other folks have picked but thats only to spark the fires of your imagination because it really is up to you to write that list. Many people find it very threatening when a blank page that represents the rest of their life is staring back at them and that is why its essential you think as opposed to me handing you a set of topics and having you pick. That is your Slave like conditioning speaking and complete lack of authority over your inner realm and the lack of ownership it brings as you look elsewhen for your solutions. This is a huge part of the problem and something this twenty one day challenge can fix as it forces you to draw upon and generate these resources. Don’t be surprised if it feels painful, as Neo said when disconnected “Why are my eyes hurting?“. You know the rest.

Now some hints to help prime your subconscious when it comes to the list:

What do you hate about yourself at this current moment?
What type of sex would you like to be having and with what kind of person?
Where would they be, most frequent?
What do you do that is obviously in excess because its pleasurable?
What could you not imagine living life without?
If your spin were drawing to an end how would you spend the moments you have left?
What did you want to be as a jit?
How do you envision the Ultimate Version of your Self?
If you could click your fingers and change one thing, what would you pick?
Any skills you’ve always wanted to possess?
What is the biggest thing holding you back from success?
If money weren’t an object how would you dress?
If you were to become a fictional character but living who would you select?

And so on…

That should generate more than enough options and using the above as a template ask your own questions (you may wish to note these as you will return to this challenge again and again once you feel its benefits). Next it comes to trimming the list so for this we use the traffic light method. As expected there are seven red slips which are the hardest to even imagine, seven yellows which aren’t simple but not as tough to envision and then seven greens which are seemingly small shifts that should present a small challenge but nothing insurmountable. Next write down all of the options you’ve picked upon little folded up slips and place them inside a container. Each day upon rising the first thing you do is pick that days challenge and then do it. The fun part is this:

Each day you are adding on a new task whilst maintaining the previous shifts as well so by the end you’ll have done and implemented all of the things that were on your list. Did you feel that jolt of adrenaline kick in? The butterflies in your stomach as a part of you starts tap dancing at the prospect of making life so interesting whilst another wants to quit and thinks its stupid whilst another is fretting about failing before even taking a step and if you’re up to it? Thats a key trait of the Slave. Being an individual (aka inwardly divided and dual) isn’t a good thing, contrary to what you think. Or Thunk to be more appropriate and this here is a form of reality testing that will not only break a lot of your conditioning it can show you strengths and skills you never knew you possessed as well as tasting the sweet highs of triumph and (more importantly) how you react to losing your way and having to find it again.

Oh, by the way, there is no quitting. Once you play, you play and thus you need to have some skin in the Game via the way of a fine. This has to be something tangible and enough to make it hurt in order to keep you moving. Someone once picked giving up all forms of sexual congress with his rotation another chose giving away their gaming console to a younger cousin. My personal favorite is buying groceries and then donating them to a local food bank but don’t be stingy with the amount or go so overboard that you’re lining up to borrow a tin of spaghetti yourself after honoring your challenge.

This is a very, very important part of this because its both the carrot and stick. Except this time you are wielding it against the inferior being (aka Slave) you’d been conditioned into playing. During this challenge you will feel a range of sensations ranging from exhilarating to depression and its why I recommend you keep a journal. No tapping keys on a screen for this. You need a pen and pad, preferably small enough that you can keep on your person and whip out to note down your observations as they happen as well as a larger one for expanded reflection and introspection, at depth. Reason for this is during the state of flux that occurs within your nascent Inner Sense you will start to gain flashes of inspiration that are quite ephemeral compared to your previously solid Thunking and we are encouraging this habit of wider options via reinforcing it. It also provides a great mode of reinforcement as you progress as you will literally be rewriting your internal OS and each journal entry attests to the bugs you fixed, the shifts in perspective and various other personal myths and symbols that we use at the next level of this challenge which I’ll detail elsewhen. The process works like this:

If you are a person that never, ever remembers their dreams and has told this to other people a zillion times then, deep within, there is a Pattern which says the same thing and kicks in each time you rise in bed. You get what you expect, in that respect. On the flip if you decide “I’m starting to remember my night visions easily” and place a pen and pad next to your bed before rest then you will notice, over time, that it starts to fill with more and more recollection. Even if you start with:

“Darkness. Nothing to recollect. Slight pain in my head, feel dehydrated. I am a man who remembers his dreams with ease”.

This is how you recode your internal OS and truly its what makes life worth living once it clicks that you’ve spend most of your life, a hostage of ignorance, inside the Mind Made Prison that most would rather die than acknowledge. The dreamwork side of this is vital because you will find huge chunks of vivid datastreams start pouring, way more freely, as you do all of this because you are starting to facilitate head/chest coherence (two of the Three Kingdoms, activated) which is a far weightier topic than can be covered in this missive. Its why I’d recommend you invest in some Magnesium Bisglycinate, a B vitamin complex and throw in some Zinc Picolate as well. For laughs and sprinkles you can check out a bit of L-Theanine or Chamomile Tea for a bit of added chill and zen as the daily increase in tension must be balanced with a larger depth of relaxation at night, in bed as this is what kickstarts the process of Centering in Self which is one of the hallmarks of the challenge. People who have attempted the MFC and slain the beast have said things ranging from:

“That was a living hell… But worth it in the end”.
“So much fun, I’m doing it again with new targets”.
“I feel like a kid again!”.
“I met the most amazing people and told them about the challenge”.

The last one was quite interesting because the chap who said this was shy and retiring and hated this about himself. He had been raised in an environment where “Children should be seen and not heard” along with “Speak when you’re spoken to” had been drilled into his head. Net result? No sex. Exceedingly frustrating as the guy was also attractive and could tell women noticed and on those rare events his lust outstripped his fear and he mustered up the courage to say “Hi!” he couldn’t think of anything else. This time round he said he just walked over and said “Excuse me, I’d like to show you this” and handed over his slip which said:

“Speak to an attractive woman without hesitating”.

And the rest of the conversation flowed like silk until she ended up in his bed. Why? When do you ever think she’d been approached like this? Not only that but the guy was overflowing with passion and actually had something to talk about that was unique and interesting because of what he was doing and thus forcing himself to generate options instead of honoring limits he secretly detested. When pressed he said that she was more intrigued by the challenge than him but he didn’t mind because it kept the conversation moving and one thing led to the next with no effort or pretense as it was all so natural. He said:

“I can’t believe it. Everything you said about a masked existence, the world being a stage and how we put on a performance from a position of ignorance. All correct! Ha! Not too convinced on the rest of your stance but this internal OS and the Mental Flex Challenge literally hits it on the head. I can’t believe I would’ve lived and died as the wackest version of my Self. Thanks again!”.

See the importance of passion in this? This event is also why I recommend telling others about what you’re doing. Now, granted, I’ve always been a move a silence type of guy who prefers to let the results speak for themselves and thus the basic blank template of the MFC presented in this article is usually tailored for a perfect fit in a consultation but, in general, telling at least one person makes a Soul accountable for their performance and further amps the investment, thanks to the encouragement presented.

Some folks like to carry the slip they picked upon their day commencing because it can only remind you of what you’re doing but also provides a great pretext, as in the above example. Others take each one at night and mark it with a huge red tick before bed after rising to the occasion. This seems to really be a big hit with those who were of the “Grade me, mark me, rank me!” school of Thunking whilst also being very soothing to the performance anxious as its tangible proof of progress.

That brings us back to what I said about needing to up the stakes. There has to be something on the other end of the scale that would sting if you slipped. Something genuinely visceral and if you fail and don’t go through with it then never come back again. This is a strictly one time thing and if you choose to dishonor your Self after starting the MFC then you are doomed to be a Slave from now till the end so run back to your coping mechs and leave this to the real who are willing to awaken the Warrior within. Sounds rough, yes? Well, thats the way it is. If there were any terms and conditions, this be it. Lets recap:

Write a list of things you want to shift Loads of them. Let rip, without limits.
Pick twenty one using the traffic light model ranging from doable with effort to quite difficult and nearly impossible.
Introduce some skin into the Game for non compliance. This part must sting.
Write down the goals on slips and place them in bowl to pick upon rising. Eyes closed, no peeping!
Grab notes with your pad and pen as change starts happening.

The last step is optional as for most the Journey is the reward in itself but some folks like huge carrots (with sprinkles) to motivate themselves so pick something that you want but have denied yourself. It could be a tasty treat, a new toy, an imperience like a massage or something. Whatever it is make it a little more or equal to what you’d staked to fail and then spend this on yourself as way of celebrating and acknowledging your innate awesomeness. If you are new to my articles then I highly suggest you start simple and give Dicelife a spin instead as its a more basic version of this process that generates a great first taste of internal freedom. Check the article. That too can be refined, ad infinitum, till you get to the level of wanting to face the MFC and become an adept of your inner realms.

Another reason why I said tell your friends is because you’ll be able to see exactly what I meant about the Slave mentality and how many people are dwelling in velvet lined ruts of predictable misery that they hate, terribly, but are too scared to act differently. Learned helpleness that awaits a savior outside of Self and will do almost anything for the “Hip, hip, hooray!” and pat on the head, in life and death.

When the bars of the Mind Made Prison start becoming evident you’ll start to comprehend why the Warrior declares war upon his (false) self (note the small s) in order to embody higher principles and all this brings. Once you do this there is no more need for slips or challenges. Your entire life becomes the process, the Journey aka the Path of Power that you create by walking and you’ll find you are way more happy, energetic, creative and fun as you’ve woken the Inner Sense that was lulled into slumbering via the various machinations of the System and its nefarious forms of programming with the intent of siphoning your energetics whilst being forced to run the treadmill that powers what many never suspect (and fewer still comprehend) due to living the life unexamined.

And if you fail? Great, take it as feedback instead. Learn and keep moving. There is no two stepping in the Game. Start digging.

One aspirant did this midway and started writing about how he felt (using angry red ink) in that moment and about halfway through his immense tirade he felt like vomiting. Instead of holding back, as he usually did, he just let it rip as thus popped a Pixem as his face was held over the porcelain with tears streaming down his face he remembered a moment in his childhood when he was picked to represent the school in a spelling contest and he messed it up in the mid due to a word so simple because of nervousness. He remembered seeing the disgust on his fathers face which made his stomach tense up in a knot that had been held like that ever since. The shift for him was direct and visceral as he’d never thought of that event since, even though his body remembered, and this generated a new state of equilibrium with which to start a new challenge with more brainstorming to extreme depths as now he was more than willing to chase down the phantoms of the past and bring them, screaming, into the light of the present moment otherwise known as conscious attention aka the Witness. I say that to say this:

This isn’t in any way, shape or form those simple pop-psych things. Its very powerful and equally dangerous because there can be things hidden within that make their way into your awareness after a lifetime of suppression so you have to be flexible enough in the moment to trust the process. This is why the MFC is usually done, one to one, in the flesh so I could keep tab on your energetics and direct as needed but I can tell, from those reading, that there are some ready to rise so I pushed the pen and shared this on the web as a basic representation of the deal to get you started on the Path to gnosis and happiness and it brings. You are entirely responsible for all things that kick should you choose to do what is said in this text that was penned via a figment of your imagination because, in the end, the Game plays out inside your awareness and you are the only Soul in the realm. I know, this can seem a tad metaphysic and woolen but there are the levels to this and you’re actually upping your resolution about whats truly happening on many stages of resonance that go into the human imperience of which most are ignorant.

Case in point, if the guy above had just “swallowed his pride” again (now you know the origin of the idiom) then the knot would have simply got more intense and he wouldn’t have had the cathartic experience that came as he was sitting there on his bed, beating himself up in his head about failing again. Its when he noticed this hint as he was noting down his observations in ink that he asked himself:

“Again? When else have I felt like this?“.

As he switched hand and ink to let the child within fill in the blanks that rushed him to the toilet before the scrawl on the page had even finished. Thus came the unfoldment of the tension in his abdomen. See what I mean about needing that sense of presence? That childlike inquisitiveness and inherent fearlessness that wants to push the limits, just to see what happens? This is Prime. This is your natural state. Your divine inheritance and its currently buried underneath decades of conditioning, willful ignorance and the teachings of an immense System that is strangely silent on the topic of your inner realms. There is way, way more to this than seems on the surface and its a test I use often to discern which Slaves actually have Warriors hidden within at my practice. Don’t fret if you’re not one of the 8 percent on this spin, its simple harmonics because there once was a life and time when Slaves were the minimum but we’re now on the opposite end. Its just the Game of Souls and its levels doing its thing. Matter of fact there are those who are still exceedingly Slavish in the vast majority of their Thunking but that one pesky red that they’d stuck on the list, took off and then put back on again before saying “Eff it!” and giving it a spin through their layers of apprehension that made all of the difference in an area they were seeking.

For them, that was it. It was enough. They tried, they won, they don’t feel the need to do it again. In my eyes its only the initial step but, for them, they’d arrived. And you know what? Thats fine. Good for em! They have more internal freedom now than they did before the challenge and should they feel the inkling again they can return for another spin. There are those who filled the ticks and then immediately jumped back in, getting more and more intense with their list because it felt so thrilling to obliterate limits they didn’t realize they were enforcing against their Self from a position of ignorance installed via the System and inherited from their parents. A lot ended up totally redefining themselves. Some walked away from good, well paying jobs that they despised with a vengeance buy stayed in due to expectations and dread of changing. Others ended relationships with women that sounded like they swept in on broomsticks to urinate on their parade, without fail, whenever they were enjoying themselves. Most are still doing what they did but are now Centered in Self and thus it all feels different because instead of just going through the motions hoping to make it to the end (where they’ve been told it will all feel different. Hint – It doesn’t) they are the process, the Journey, the moment and thus everyone around them noticed that something had shifted but they couldn’t quite put their finger on it.

What everyone has said and is almost unanimous is that:

“This was the most interesting thing I’ve ever done as I learned so much about my Self“.

So I ask – Will you rise to the Mental Flex Challenge as there are plenty of articles you’ve read that have primed your awareness and produced an outline of higher dimensions realms as well as your internal OS so its time to dive in to that zone of discomfort which is where the magic happens.

Till we meet again

Breathe Yourself Thin

One thing that is certain, from the cradle to the grave, for most people as they age is that they’ll become stiff. In the sense that what once flexed and had lots of give now doesn’t. It’s interesting how people don’t question this. Nor do they draw the link between limitations in their form and being unwilling to consider new ways to think. “Oh, I’m just stuck in my ways” followed by “My back is really giving me gyp”. People are so out of touch with themselves that it would be mind boggling if that wasn’t the plan off the top. See a populace seduced into believing emotion and feeling are the same thing can be made to die on any hill you wish. And they’ll believe they made that choice from their free will! Such is the song all Slaves sing because they know so little amount themselves or the tricks played on their awareness which is encased within the flesh that splits a tiny chunk of the spectrum down via the five senses, chops it up, filters and rearranges to match what you expect and there it is. People get what they expect. Especially if they’ve never took the time to question themselves, the narrative in their head or probed the links between, say, breath and imperience or how flexibility of the flesh allows space for a corresponding shift in the head.

When the storms come a whipping to the forest of the ignorant, most are prepared, at best, for a strong gust here and there but nothing that threatens to rip their existence up from the stem as they are rigid where they stand. The younger trees bend far more freely and thus tend not to get ripped to shreds. It’s the same as why we’ve read reports of babies and drunks falling and avoiding death, often without a scratch on themselves. Both are lacking in tension which is the main thing that wraps it’s tendrils around all who live and breathe inside this realm.

Go check out a babies stomach as they take in air. Watch the carefree way it fills, no effort at all. It literally just pours in. Also take note of when they’re bellowing and how they can keep it up without losing wind. Effortless again. Interesting isn’t it? Now look at yourself. You try and hold your stomach in due to layers of unconscious tension as well as the desire to appear thin. More than a glimpse will show that most of the air pours into around about the chest and the makes a swift exit as folks take shallow sips, frequent whereas a baby drains its fill whilst being supremely chilled. Go and observe some old folks as they shuffle with a stick. Notice their breathing then if you happen to bump in to one who is relatively fit and vigorous you’ll often clock a voice that radiates strength as they breathe with far more depth than those around them plus their marbles are still rolling and haven’t fallen out of their heads…

Its an interesting thing to note and one I’ve seen time and again. A lot of the worlds problems stem from being tight with the oxygen. Like they think they’ll get a bill or there is a limit on how much they can take in. Not yet, but soon enough they will end up taxing that as well. “You’re breathing out too much carbon dioxide, you irresponsible individual. That will be 5 digital Shekels we’ll automatically debit from your next credit cheque“. Sounds funny till it happens but then did you ever think people would be treat like hostages when they wish to take a trip and have all manner of hoop jumping and performing for security guards which was sold as for their benefit and of course they complied with. “I support the Current Thing” the default OS in their heads said. A few here and there, quietly to themselves or a like minded friend questioned why they acted like they they were doing you a favor in allowing you to travel as you stand there clutching a bag of liquids in proscribed quantities that, somehow, proves you’re not a terrorist. “Just doing my job, Miss“. What did they yell about the road to hell back when? Anyway, what was I saying?

Oh yes, breathing. That was it:

Coming soon to your nearest Twenty Minute City!

Wait till the tech says “Your names not down, you’re not getting in” when you want to see how the other side live all the way up until the ones not chipped live Off Grid. In between then and now, when you get a private moment to yourself, take all your clothes off and stand naked. Be your Self. Place your hands around the sides of your belly, like you were cradling it. Thats right, feel the sensation and now push your diaphragm down between your legs and as it drops observe the breath pouring in. Notice how strange and unnatural it feels. That should offer you an immediate and visceral hint about the business of living and its effects upon the human vehicle. Next step is to take that expansion and feel it stretching the back out as well so, just like that baby, your belly is like a beach ball which swells in all directions whilst remaining perfectly centered in Self. Next, try it lying down. Sometimes the feedback of the floor helps and people report they can release a lot more tension when they’re not trying to support themselves. Alternate this here and then. The link contains a seated version you can also incorporate it with walking by stating “I. Am. Here. Now” with your steps as that is most exhilarating and Self affirming. Then try it backwards.

Consider this:

In an engine when we rev the fuel which is sparked needs oxygen to allow the correct momentum. You are no different in that sense because what is the number one greatest hit that every single Slave sings without realizing the solution is within their grasp? “I’m so tired!“. Well now you know exactly why that is. It’s because they’re being tight with the breathing and thus cheat themselves from something which is still freely accessible to all in this realm, so take advantage. Fill yourself up with as much as you can handle and then take another sip. Treat it like a buffet at a super expensive and uber posh establishment that usually never lets your kind in so now the moment is hand you’re going to most definitely make the most of it.

Do it often enough and you’ll forget the old habit you learned and were entrained in by the System as it did its thing. Keep it up and soon enough you’ll notice so many shifts, well you won’t but others will and will comment on them. Did you know the majority of weight loss occurs when exhaling? If that isn’t motivation and the exact opposite of wearing an invisible psychological corset to make yourself appear thin. Actually this illustrates perfectly well the principle Slaves must wrestle with which is the Illusion of Wisdom as they think they think they know when in reality its often exactly the opposite. Congratulate yourself as you progress because once you get started and get over the apprehension of doing something different at such a fundamental level others aspects will shift because one of the key rules of this realm is:

When you change what you control what controls you alters as well.

Till we meet again

If Meeting Contention, Look First Within Your Self

Such a simple thing
I’d like to ref:

If meeting contention,
look first within your Self.

It makes a load of sense
when you comprehend
you’re the only Soul in the realm
playing an immense Game
of “Lets pretend
we’re mere humans
by wearing flesh“.

That may sound
abstractly metaphysic
but I ensure you
my friend
that is exactly how it is.

In my reality tunnel
which is naught
but Prime consciousness
folded in upon its Self
to create the illusion of separation
which powers an immense engine
for unification
validation
and emancipation.

Ah
it really is quite brilliant.

Theory and practice
however
are wildly different things
because there is a third half
to all of this:

The voice in your head.

See, it doesn’t exist
and yet most think
it is them
as they carry out its edicts
without stopping to reflect:

“Wait a sec
how can I be
when I’m listening?“.

That
my friend
is the 8 billion Soul question
and until you live
these lyrics
but written in your own ink
of purest gnosis
its mere speculation
as the Game needs illusion
for there to be transcendence.

Get it?

Trance
end
dance.

Realizing you’re in the first
brings the second
which leads to a freeing of Inner Sense
that allows you
once again
to feel the cosmic rhythm
as you burst out and sing
bust a few moves as well
and sport an immense grin
for you aren’t smiling:

Its the innerG within.

These knots and twists
are old thoughts and feelings
you repressed
or dare not express
since back when.

The (false) self says:

“Yuck, edit this mess”.

The subconscious has no choice
but to go along with its request.

Over time
the bundle builds
the tension becomes immense
so we crave drugs,
drinks and distractions instead
to stave off the stress
of being square watermelons
par excellence.

If Hell is other people then
by your Self
you meet the Devil
and its trick
is so slick
that billions will rush
to defend him
because they believe
they’re it!

Like a huge Game
of Hide & Seek
wearing flesh
where the thing
seeking
is what is sought.

Ironic
yes?

Syncs with the stage
in which many do this
instead of swim
which reveals
the next trick
as you’re a bird
not a fish
a god
pretending
to be human
as we
who cannot create a worm
generate many we worship instead.

There is a rhyme and reason
to this as well
for
as I said
it is all within
as you’re the only Soul in this realm
ergo
if you keep having the same argument
what is reality saying
that you could decode as something else?

Sit with the emotion.

Trace the sensation
within.

See where it takes you next
as a yelp may eject from lips
held
previously
with habitual tension
or you could recollect
the time
back when
that a teacher made you feel
less than
and the whole class joined in
so
instead of flowering
the petal
delicate
you folded in
as it became a thorn
of contention
you won’t admit
really stings.

Most don’t
whilst living.

This is why I said
your mind doesn’t suddenly shift
and become super wise
laden with gnosis
at the end of the trip
as it must be gained
in the flesh
as that is lifes true challenge.

The rest dresses a window
named Overton
in which things shift
like trends and followings
but the essence is identical.

Kind of like the black mirror
you grip
as three pixels
dancing
can make you feel so many things
travel to lands
that don’t exist
and future pasts as well.

Isn’t that a bit mindbending?

I think it is
and yet
everyday miracles
are invisible
to the third eye limited.

Don’t worry though
my friend
I have a feeling a huge shift
is coming to the collective
kind of a like a celestial firmware update
for the wetware in your head
because if you’re dreaming
and push a rock down a hill
that smashes a container
at the end
then who did it?

Better yet
is there any type of differentiation
between the character
hallucinated
and the scene
unfolding?
What of others met?
Figments of your imagination
yes?

All that said:

If meeting contention,
look first within.

Your Self
that is
as its the only thing
that truly exists
and the rest
is nothing less
or more
than an illusion.

The Game of Souls
has you
my friend.

Till we meet again

Everything is Soul

Call it what you wish. Soul, Spirit, consciousness, its irrelevant as they merely labels pointing at an imperience. Everything is Soul in this realm. From you, the cosmos and even down to the tiniest pebble its all made of the same thing (itself no thing as it is the informational state, the base energetics or – to put it musically – the silence upon which the song of life unfolds). The only difference is the level of vibration. In that sense you can consider my favorite frame of reference between the vapor of steam at its highest state condensing down to a liquid then frozen into ice and shape that seems self regulating, solid and permanent. Just as vapor to the cube, chilled, seems like death to you when looking via the lens of being wrapped in flesh it isn’t as you’re speaking from limits that mistake the form for the function.

Everything is alive, in that respect. There is a life force coursing through all things but we, as humans, have the ability to Self reflect and can communicate via abstract symbols. Those handy, dandy opposable digits help but we are in no ways unique in that respect as pretty much everything has an inner realm, whether they are aware of it or not. We do, as standard equip, have that feltsense which says “I am…” and from there springs a lot of confusion as, on this level of the Game, its akin to giving a chimp an AK and not expecting a bloodbath as the ice isn’t equipped to think about any alternative to living within the limits of the lowest vibratory state.

After all, how can it? Imagine right now, this very moment, you were an ice cube of sentience. You’d be chilling with your friends and it would be so obvious that “Yeah, we’re all kind of the same thing really. Some are a bit bigger, others smaller. A few of these folks edges are chipped whilst others are formed so precise and geometric” you notice most are cloudy, a few crystal clear and then there are some that have been shaped in the most ornate ways. At the end of the day you’re all frozen water that figured out ways to communicate. How do you differentiate? Why, by Knowing the Ledge. You state “See, I end here. I take up this much space. This is my domain. My terrain. To what I lay claim” and it seems reasonable until you ponder things like:

“The radiant chill that extends from your surface. Its invisible yet felt and can easily be measured. Is that you as well?” I ask. “Well, yes, of course. I guess. After all its emanating from my presence” you said. That is what surrounds you at this very moment. An aura, energy field, informational realm that condenses consciousness to form your presence. Call it what you wish but it is what it is. This is what senses beyond the inner realm. Its why you can tell something is off when you meet a friend who is brave facing an attempt but the resonance isn’t what it was and what it is is different so you ask, again and again, “What is it?” until she tells you what happened.

That last part is very, very important. See, the only free will in this realm is the internal which means we have choice over what we think and this changes everything. People, however, are so disconnected, indoctrinated and strangers to themselves that they almost always make all the wrong decisions and then are stuck with the consequences. Let me put it like this:

The vapor, which is you are your purest (lets call it your Higher Self), decided back when it wants to play the Game of Souls with all of its thrills, spills and chills that are based on buying in to the illusion that you’re made of flesh. It sends of an aspect of itself which is then condensed into a liquid. This is the state babies are born with and all children sport till six. A very sacred phase and way of being I call Inner Sense and cherish above all else. The Path of Power upon which the Warrior steps is nothing more and nothing less than reversing the chill which descended upon his Spirit via various forms of influence, limbs of the System and all kinds of mind control and brain programming that shifts people from a living, breathing process into something solid and processed. You can tell these effects as people say things like “I had a dream about doing…” as the remember the free flowing times of Inner Sense but are now hemmed in to a frozen existence to which they clutch like a drowning man holding a brick. You are the cause of your own problems. You are also the one who can brings solutions which change not just your life but your descendants and ancestors as well but that is beyond the scope of this basic introduction, just know its possible.

Those who are chilled and frozen rigid come to accept their limits. In many ways its natural and intuitive as its the way the Game is played which is why its so hard to see it from within its Three Dimensional grip as its as invisible yet essential as water is to a fish. See, take that liquid Inner Sense and pour it into a vessel and it takes on its shape, contours and the rest without thinking. Its entirely natural. The difference is, however, that it knows its the water sloshing around and will push against the glass, vase or ice cube tray as represented by the schooling arm of the System. It doesn’t have to be taught this because its natural for it to be in motion and even when it rests its still moving. Sound familiar? Seeing why one child has such strong energetics, so much elan vital, even a load of the elderly are invigorated in their presence? Its because the atoms within which are currently chilled and held in a state of low vibration start to wiggle a little bit as they remember too that they were also once full of resonance.

Different shaped cubes come from the different kinds of trays each culture carries with them. In that way you could take the Inner Sense of a Hebrew, Christian or Muslim and shift it to a different set of parents and it would identify with the process that renders the end product. A great way to create warfare and schisms as it forces people further and further into the realm of identity and thus further and further away from who they truly be as they, externally, chase the tale which presents and spiritually walk around with their head up their rear end.

A lot of people may take offense about this but that is expected because frozen water sees anything like melting as a diss because they’ve been trained to believe their form is perfect and the rest are the problem which is the root cause of their discomfort and thus religious wars do kick and people vaporize the other side thinking they are correct and they’re the heathens. Like I said, you have to be willing to look within and see if what you think is generating the results intended or if you are the one that will upgrade the paradigm as all of your ancestors (and thus children) have suffered under this rigid way of thinking thanks to the way your Inner Sense was chilled back when. Remember, you could have just as easily been born into another stream and thus think quite differently but equally passionately about your beliefs so practice a little empathy, let off a little steam and realize that those you see as enemies are actually another me and together, we. That is when the beauty of the Game unfolds but we’re currently stuck under socially sanctioned tyranny that begets nothing but hegemony as people seek solutions in all the wrong places due to programming faulty.

Lets spin it back as that tangent took us elsewhen:

The vapor, which is you are your purest (lets call it your Higher Self), decided back when it wants to play the Game of Souls with all of its thrills, spills and chills that are based on buying in to the illusion that you’re made of flesh. It sends of an aspect of itself which is then condensed into a liquid. This is the state babies are born with and all children sport till six. After this they are already well on the way to becoming Adulterated (frozen, accepting of limits and mistaking them for Self ie devoid of knowledge of their own true nature or inner realm). The thing is that vapor influence which is you in the Prime sense doesn’t go anywhere just because you try and bury its influence under a rigid existence. How can it when it is the root cause of your manifestation in this realm?

Ever seen a building in which the tenant has left and there is a huge pile of junk mail wedged in against the door? Sometimes its even hard to get in via the main entrance and thus one must find ways creative to circumvent this problem due to a lack of maintenance and ignorance that generates a nagging emptiness within due to the blockage. That is exactly how it is. Your Higher Self may have wished to step into this realm to dance the night away but your father was an engineer and sneered upon the creative and wanted you to follow in his footsteps, which you did. And then forced your children who had their own impulses and wish.

Are you seeing how this is a generational issue that need a radically new way of thinking that champions Inner Sense as the force that leads us, the Adulterated collective, back from brink of madness and destruction of the planet? Now, consider this:

The dancer who used his parents money during Uni to impress the chicks with his fluid movements and gyrating hips would happily attest those were the best days of his life. “Like a dream” he said, reflecting on back when. What he didn’t click (and would obstinately refuse to even ponder as the ice did its thing) was that now a couple of decades later as he felt arthritic and his bones were not as supple as they were once when is nothing to do with aging, lack of exercise or his diet or anything other illusion he could pick.

Its due to those unanswered, unread letters piling up at the entrance of his awareness from which he is totally disconnected. If I could pick up his awareness from this timeline and place it one where he’d stood up to his fathers threat of being written out of his will, losing his financials and generally being tarred and feathered within their own social circles we’d see a man who appeared far younger than he is. His moves are still graceful and fluid, there is a spring in his step and eyes which glow with Inner Sense as he knows, deep down within, he is in his element. His life may not have anywhere near the levels of prestige and acclaim that the ice gave him but he is way more fulfilled. His children too, relate differently to him as he offers them ways and means to stay fluid in a world hell bent on freezing them. His wife as well. The variables are the same but the outcomes different.

“Yes but of course he’ll be slinky because he never stopped dancing, did he? I’ve been slumped over a desk for a couple of decades whilst he’s been hot stepping! Thats the difference. Cor, for someone supposed to be intelligent you really come up with stupid thought experiments that overlook the most basic” he said without a trace of irony in his statement. See, the nature of the ice is to defend its position because it knows if it recedes then it ceases to exist as its only knows the lowest phase of vibration. This is why so many people are rigid and dogmatic as well as being mostly miserable and yet cannot draw the connection as to why children step in so flexible you’d think their bones were liquid as they have a presence so palpable and yet they end stooped over and shuffling. All together dim and thoroughly Adulterated.

What he couldn’t see, metaphysically speaking, in our experiment is that yes whilst the fact the other version of him stayed dancing (and thus true to Self, the hardest challenge in this realm to which all are called but only the select choose themselves) which certainly did help his flex the main difference is that entrance blocked with mail that he hadn’t been reading. This is what led to the rigidity and continually increasing impaired movement. I showed him a really basic way to relate to his energetics which involved pulsating as this is akin to putting the key into the doorway, finding the resistance and then sitting there for nine minutes jiggling the blockage in an attempt to create some freedom. Just off this one practice a lot of people click, instantly, what these two thousand words have been pointing at which is why I say direct imperience is far more vital to comprehend the meaning of the Path of Power via practical metaphysics that can shift your existence in ways you never comprehended.

He stuck at it for around a month, his wife said. “There were little things that crept back in that reminded me of the man I’d met” she reminisced as we sat there talking. “Like how he’d get up from his desk and almost pirouette or how he’d randomly grab me in the kitchen and start dancing. He was happier than I’d seen him in ages”. “What happened?” I asked, knowing full well what came next. “I don’t know. Something changed, he got really depressed and said he was stressed at work, thats why I called you this evening as I’ve never seen him like this. You know he’s always liked a drink but now its becoming a bit of problem. That and he’s started snapping at the kids and is just being quite unpleasant”. “Relax, I’ll deal with it” I said and strolled into his office.

“Ah, I needed to see you today like I need a hole in the head. What mystic mumbo jumbo have you came to spit? Actually, listen, I’m quite busy can we schedule this for after I’m dead?” he said in a tone that was only half joking. “I guess I should have prepared you for what happens when you finally start to melt” I replied with a grin as he exploded from his seat and started venting his rage. “Yes, yes you bloody well should have. You’ve turned my life to crap. I was perfectly happy until you came along and said “Here, why not try this?”. Why not? Why not he says? Because I unlike you have a lot of nice things in my life, I’m rich, sort of famous, well respected and most of all productive in a way thats tangible and then I started bouncing up and down like an idiot because you said and it all felt swell then went to hell real quick”.

I let him vent. Once he was spent he collapsed into the seat across from me and I asked one simple question:

“How much did you overdo it?”.

He looked up with the kind of dish that you see on the countenance of a kid that gets caught with his hand in the biscuit tin and started uttering “How on Earth….” before he caught himself. “Well, first I did the daily nine minutes as you said and it felt quite excellent. After that I started getting that familiar buzz, that lightness, the spontaneous movement I missed so I added another couple of sessions in. Next thing you knew I started working standing and was doing it for an hour or so at at time in the office and thats when the darkness kicked in and I hate myself for acting like this but can’t seem to do anything about it as it just spills out. Please help” he said as he sat, looking defeated.

What had happened was after jiggling the door he’d actually managed to get back in the building of his Inner Sense. At first this feels amazing as he was running free and wild within its familiar newness but once the novelty receded and he got used to the feeling of presence in his kingdom he started reading all of those letters which were addressed to him by his Higher Self and they made him feel some kind of way about the life he’d left and its reasons. Its why I say things must be done at a slow pace because the wind chill factor needs time to rearrange as we shake out the impurities as shifting from ice to water in an instant brings complications. Actually, this is a perfect time to sprinkle this:

Those who have a near death experience flip from being rigid ice and then up to pure vapor before rephashing as the chill again. In the process they often report immense shifts in their belief systems, ways of thinking as well as many who report the total abatement of pain that has plagued them since back when as well as those who were knocking at deaths door with a terminal diagnosis only to find a different prognosis as expert are baffled about the complete remission. “Impossible” they said “And yet it is” as they file the case away on the shelf and never consider the implications.

In the case of the dancing engineer who took one step toward Inner Sense and noticed it took two steps toward him instead of keeping the pace instructed he started running and then broke out into a sprint. As everyone knows the flesh can do anything with the correct prep and training which is why a well used door doesn’t squeak but one thats ancient will start screaming if you’re walking in and out frequent. That and those letters that lay unread, those impulses never checked or acted upon as they were suppressed into his subconsciousness were manifesting as the impingements he classed as old age like bones creaking, back pain creeping in and the good old fashioned pain in the neck. As we talked he started noticing that yes, these pains went and he was sleep was improving, he was drinking less and generally performing better but, until then, hadn’t drawn the link between this basic practice from the Path of Power and the shifts it would bring.

Those piles of impulses from your Higher Self lay there as unexpressed Inner Sense and thus manifest as sickness or various symptoms of limits. The chilled mind wishes to hear none of this as it exists on the opposite end of the spectrum as it can only see via its limits and prefers the safe world of Thunk as opposed to free wheeling spin that comes with Inner Sense. That is why balance is so very vital as you weren’t flash frozen but slowly processed via the System and thus to thaw one must reverse the process and enjoy how it feels to incrementally melt as you ease back into your Self and thus embody radiant health and increased resonance.

Sure, along the way you’ve got to deal with that mail which now needs to be mulched and used to grow roses around the perimeter of your building so it is all to benefit but the word of caution is move at a slow pace.

Animals in the wild live in a state liquid. In perfect resonance with the planet and their environment. Its why they all dipped before the Tsunami kicked in as they sensed the shift, got the message from their Higher Self and moved it whereas the Adulterated humans just added it to the pile of the mail they haven’t read as they no longer live in the building which houses their kingdom as they long since moved into the basement where its dark and freezing cold. Most will do anything to pretend this isn’t true because to accept the state of play means one needs to question their programming and be willing to make a change.

With all that said I then rebalanced his energetics and taught him the other prong of the approach which trades movement for standing still and thus unifies the opposites in order to allow one to intuit that golden space in the mid. Opening his eyes after a forty five minute practice these words escaped from his lips:

“Oh my. This really is quite astounding. I’ve never felt so calm, so present, so….“. “Centered?” I said. “Yes, yes, thats it” he said, nodding in agreement. “Say hi to your Soul, first hand knowledge of your inner realm, that which I call the Three Kingdoms that set me on the quest of unification within and in search of balance via returning to Inner Sense which I embody at this very moment. As can you, should you wish” I added.

“Oh, I’m in. This is amazing. So this is what you’ve been cooking up in secret? This is great, everyone needs to know about this because all that stuff you said makes so much more sense when you actually imperience the melting. How on Earth did you discover this?” he said, but thats another conversation…

Till we meet again

Empaths Know the Shadows Depth

I’ve said before that empaths know the shadows depth whilst the narcissist steps on the broad way thats brightly lit. The thing is this road is paved with the suffering of innocents but he cares not a bit for, for him, its all about what he can get. Some of us are born to serve the rest and others are here to help themselves. Its the way of the world and how it is ergo the empath is the one who knows the shadows depth hence the whole “wounded healer” thing as they were dealt such a blow, whilst developing, that it went beyond the mere thorn folded in that develops the (false) self and catapulted their consciousness way beyond this realm. At least, it did for me. Not many speak on this ergo I push the pen to help those who may not comprehend the gift that came wrapped in papers of fear and dread…

If this happened to thee then congratulations, I guess, as its a hint that you’ve developed what death cannot truly make you forget and thus your life continues at the level you just left before the mindwipe kicked in. This means, generally, you’ll be born into a living hell with savages for parents who can’t wait to dive in and wreck your Inner Sense for their own demons need to be fed and they have access to your sanctum, Twenty Four/Seven, whilst developing. Heck, can’t even see these strings and thus live for the expectations of another which is really quite sad, if you think about it.

The thing is, when it comes to this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits, that we are in the hardest, most difficult level one can imagine. Ancient cultures, Vedic, called it the Kali Yuga and across the world, on every continent, we find stories and myths that relate this realm was once very different. That means that its perfectly acceptable to feel like a man out of time, my friend. In many ways the Warriors Path to enlightenment is quite simple. It is finding it thats difficult as its been hidden so well under layers of conditioning. Read this script for a hint about how manifesting into certain bloodlines brings with it not just your previous imperience but the baggage of older generations as well. Some, as said, can be harmless blips that show certain preferences that just feel correct, within. Others can be way more dramatic like the example of intense revivification of the memories of drowning. Stranger things have happened but the mice experiment show how learning and traumatic imprints leap from one gen to the next but science, on the reg, ignores this as it hints there is a spiritual aspect that generates the links.

Empaths know the shadows depth of both themselves and the collective. It can often lead to a life of consternation as one wallows in the mess as it feels like the spirits of the past have an iron grip on your mind in the present. Cue lots of coping mechs, escapism and such things. The trick, as far as I can tell, is when one comprehends that we’re dealing with figments of our imagination as this entire realm dwells within your own, personal, consciousness. Think of it like this:

You get a negative thought in your head. It narrows your awareness and causes your Rolodex to offer up previous imprints that make it seem like the only option. If you, instead, pay attention to how your breathing and posture did shift then rearrange it you can mount a challenge against such things. Do it again and again and watch their voltage begin to melt. Another is to embrace it, with whole hearted tenderness for what one resists, persists but this method has its own perils as well for one can, if they aren’t careful, over identify with the aspect and this, for empaths, is a common problem. Have you ever walked out, feeling swell, met someone, had a short conversation and then life feels two steps from Hell? Its an energetic transfer akin to a vampire that is feeding. This is why I advise those of us who live like this to spell the “Five words or less” mindset to keep these people at a distance as they bank on your politeness as they etherically vomit all of their badness as a deposit in your subtle aspects then jet with a glint and grin because they know there is one born every minute ready to give up what they possess and get less back instead.

This may seem like an alien or strange way of living. Especially if you’ve been trained to people please, off rip. One of the most common blips is how Bright Souls seem to manifest into families of near total darkness. Herein they are rejected, tested, taunted and disrespected by the ones they call kin but, on the outside, they never will tell as they go along with the pretense. Once the hooks are in its quite difficult to disconnect as they’ll guilt trip and harangue whilst calling you selfish as well. This is why I’ve said that fear is a street sign on the way to healing and a great tell that what you’re doing is correct as they’ve inverted your energetics and need to remain fed. If you read the article I linked you’ll see how a disconnection caused a wallflower of an artist to bloom into something then redefine her relationship with her firmly Centered in Self and thus able to define the parameters of the interaction as any time her mother transgressed she calmly pointed it out then left. In many ways the Adulterated Dark Souls are akin to overgrown and entitled children when it comes to their internal OS which brings us onto another segment:

So many times, in conversation, I have seen the best of man born not to parents who gave care but those who flipped the script and demanded their seed take care of them. It can be as an emotional bag, for punching, as well as addicted folks who wish their life was different and vent stress on the Soul they bought in as well as all types of examples that are designed to invalidate and distance you from your true feelings:

“This isn’t correct. Something is very wrong with all of this”.

If you question, they gaslight. Often without thinking. They certainly seem to be possessed as the same traits do kick and their methods are identical. Where did they learn this? Why, from the parasite of consciousness. See, the empath, on some level, is immune from its shenanigans so it attacks from a different quadrant to ensure it remains fed. Once you comprehend the sketch and see the Game for what it is then true healing doth kick and the wilted lotus of potential blooms in the presence of total filth. Your previous lives have prepped you with the skills for this hence you are perfectly equipped to play this crooked hand and win but that takes a little compassion for Self along with internal healing. Don’t believe me, my friend. Ask your internal child instead and see what happens. Follow those whims, trace those energetic suggestions and get back into a state of resonance with your Inner Sense.

The most dangerous trick they play on the empath is that of pouring your awareness into a shape they preset and then have you living that definition. This is a most pernicious thing and its why they do all of the gaslighting, manipulation and trauma imprinting. Like I said, there is a huge web that spins, high above this realm, and the ones who connect to it generally give no Fs and are also quite content whilst he who feels the shadows depth does so due to a higher resonance to what I’ve termed the Psylense. It, as the name suggests, can only be heard by a mind, quiet, for its your heart, whispering and it brings its own solutions that always lead to emancipation. Ignoring this means a looped existence in which the same things do present, again and again. Recollect, my friend, that you are the common link and then ponder what I said about this all taking place inside your imagination. Prove me incorrect, believe not a word I share until it vibes with what you’ve reality tested as Self evident then do the Knowledge and progress to a higher level of wisdom that feels really quite brilliant for the dead skin of the coal is shed and you stand, a diamond among men. This is what the Darks fear and envy as well but, in an ironic twist, it is their pressure that doesn’t relent that makes you an alchemist in the flesh ergo there is some strange type of balance at play, yes? Remember, this is the Game on its hardest stage ergo your gifts come wrapped in papers of fear and dread but they can only be unwrapped in the present.

A tale of two jellies may offer a glint of a hint when it comes to the vagaries of formation in this realm and how the same components can create outcomes quite different. See, whilst being a Bright Soul can make one feel like a leaf in the wind it can also all you to comprehend you’re actually connected to a tree with immense strength of which you are the latest manifestation. Congratulations, my friend, for all of this is a hint that you built, back when, what death cannot destroy but life, at present, will go leather for hell to try and keep hid as it makes you in but not of this realm. The difference is so immense that mere words cannot approximate this gnosis any more than I can convey the majesty of an ocean by waving a teacup filled with water around the head of a land locked Bedouin. Once seen, for your Self, the truth is evident ergo all one can truly do is point the direction and hope the listener creates the Path by walking…

There are, as far as I can tell, two forces in this realm. One wishes for us to ascend, reclaim our true heritage and live as shining examples of all that is correct hence why I’ve said you cannot condition true goodness as its our natural spec. The other, as you may have guessed, is an inversion of this principle who emphasizes the material with a “YOLO!” mindset via the shape of a pyramid in which you are instructed, off rip, that you are a flawed incompetent, bit part playa, at best, and at the mercy of anothers whims who defines your strengths, weakness and of what you’re capable. Domination versus liberation, in a nutshell. Crack this to find the content and I’ll let you guess who sits at the helm of this realm at the present moment. They say a rule is proven true when its not only internally consistent but applicable over great distances and variables. Well, this I think is it because the same process is what kicks via the voice in head effect that many accept is them whilst the Warrior comprehends he is that state that listens and thus begins the quest to up ones resonance and decode the finer points of what life does present as everything is a test and nothing is what it says. Careful though, they’ll label you a conspiracy head for thinking like this as they recite the official script with a “Work, buy, consume, die” mindset that was programmed into them. Then they eject, get mindwiped and come back again. Strange, isn’t it, how few seem to recollect the classic NDE effect is laced with a similar resonance to birth canal and development?

Empaths know the shadows depth, even if they haven’t expressed or fully fleshed the concepts for they stumble around in the darkness like blind men with an elephant which is what the rest, well adjusted, ignore and pretend doesn’t exist ergo its an uphill struggle to convince them of their ignorance which is why I don’t recommend it if you’re one of the 8% as your mission is something else. Lead by example, manifest the change you wish to bring, disconnect from the fake and draining as you develop your own courage as well. They say in times of wholesale deception it is the involutionary who speaks truth with a fearlessness that is the hallmark of Inner Sense as evidenced by the old Eddie Murphy sketch which, once again, express an immense truth in jest about how emotionally dead parents do the most damage, back when, as they attempt to make you just like them:

Miserable.

Empaths know the shadows depth and, on some level, reject these attempts so the System doubles back and assures them that the beatings will continue until you perform as they expect but recollect what I said about the coal to diamond process as you take it with a grin as its never personal for they’re simply playing roles in your script that will lead to emancipation whilst helping others, capable, of doing the same thing.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

The Ciphers of Life

The ciphers of life
are a pretty strange thing
in the sense
that for the plebs
they’re invisible.

But
to the mystics
poets
and madmen
they sing.

The latter drowns
the former
swims
and the one in the mid
takes notes for the rest
as he acts as a translator
for higher consciousness.

Everything has a language
from the way animals connect
to how ants just seem to know
how many of the team to send
to pick up that leaf
and such things.

Do you ever wonder about such things
my friend?
I do
at length.

Some say this is a coping mech
par excellence:

“You’re just watching life
instead of living it”

state the well adjusted
to such immense sickness.

Maybe they have a point
or I could be correct.

Who cares
in the end
for we all dig
our own reality tunnel
yes?

Conceptual frameworks bring
lines for us to color within
but the question is this:

What do they keep hid?
Who designed the sketch?
With what intent?

If you look at the world
how it is
it becomes Self evident
that there is power
which wishes to sit
right in the middle of your iris
as the apple
pre-bit
sings:

“Siri, tell me who I am“.

And she well.

Exit: Humans.
Enter: Techno Sapiens.

Another cipher
decoded
like the children of the cloud
who aren’t born yet
or the ones who still live
off grid
and refused to acquiesce
to the new order of the ages.

Even that has a precedent
for
back when
they did not accept
the songs of the heavens
which moved toward lead
as base as it can get.

This is the uptick.

Thirteen K of hallucinations
collective
coming soon
to this realm…

The ciphers of life are a strange thing
for they tell the adept
what time it is
where they’re at
and where they’re hearting.

Note
not head
there is a reason
in Kemet
they binned this bit
and preserved the rest
but even that day is dead
as folks decoded not
their monuments which
back when
had the outer etched
with all types of things
we call Knowledge…

Its all good though
thats part of the sketch
hence why they built
as they knew the res would dip
like youtube saying:

“Two Forty Ps is all thee gets!“

as people learn to accept.

Then
in a few gens
they upgrade to HD
and people marvel at the technology
when
in reality
the bandwidth was always present
but official script said differently
hence
instead of an app
with limits etched in
they sent you to school
to sit still
look ahead
and do well on the test
as you decode at a lower res.

The schizo flips from that
to holotech
and can’t make sense
of the extra dimensions present
or those pesky machine elves
whereas the mystic dips
uplifts
doesn’t sink but swims
with a Knowing grin
for
with the Ledge
he is best friends.

The poet looks
at a series of lone pics
that are still immense in res
but easier to comprehend
and translates this wiz
into the common parlance hence
he hints at what truly is
and this
my friend
is so much greater
than what most accept
that it is akin
to being born and raised
in Flatland
and seeing a sphere
pop in
as it takes you on a trip
of a spiral ascent which
when back in two dimensions
is so mind boggling
the rest think
you’re an odd fish
for even daring to suggest
they can’t be that voice in their head
but isn’t it Self evident
you’re that which listens?

Till we meet again

Have Faith in Your Self

As I said in a previous spin:

What you have been secretly taught since you were born is that you’re not enough as is. Like there is something fundamentally incorrect or wrong about your incarnation. Well, the truth of the matter is this is absolutely correct but its not what you suspect. Once you Know the Ledge it becomes Self evident the problem is this mindset you inherited and then were programmed with, without relent. The antidote?

Have faith in your Self.

So many people have came to me with problems for which they seek solutions as that was one of my many roles at the drop in and, nine out of ten, they already knew what they wanted or needed to do but required external validation or confirmation their intuition was correct. Really ponder this sketch, my friend. I’m talking countless examples but all bore the same resonance of the (false) self which is at the helm of their consciousness. Its this mindset the Warrior intends to kill, dead, in order to resurrect Inner Sense. Lets spin it back a bit:

Have you ever noticed that every single child that steps into this realm is overflowing with confidence? Its like doubt does not exist and they Know they’re correct. Sprinkle in the devious spell of “No!” that they’ll hear again and again then see if you can up your res about the pernicious nature of this homonym as its just laid on extra thick, off rip. No wonder people are a mess, eh? Anyone who speaks Devilish as a second tongue comments on how backwords and twisted it is as its rules and structure make little sense. Why? Because it was designed that way. Its actually half of an older tongue that was then inverted and flipped which is why lived spells devil and lxve is evil. Check the words of power and then ponder how they, themselves, are thoughts held hostage and you may just comprehend the depth of this trick and why joined up is cursive…

To have faith one must learn to unconditionally accept what is. Both outside and within. The true fact of the matter is you are more powerful than you suspect but if you Knew this who would empty the bins and cleans the toilets of the rich? Nobody, thats who. No body, thats you. Meaning, once you gain Knowledge of Self it becomes Self evident you are unfinite consciousness wearing flesh ergo you cannot be the story in your head or the voice that reinforces it as you’re obviously that which listens. Need I cue the architect again for some finger waggling? Its so easy to comprehend but the more one doth progress on the treadmill the less clement their internal environment gets in regards to gnosis as they accept another script that has them playing second fiddle in their own lifetime performance. Wild, yes? Such is the paradox of man and the “gift” of civilization. You know what, lets diverge your neurons for a bit:

It may seem like I bash the current stage, the forces at the helm and the plebs under their spell but there are some upsides to all of this. Take the power of not knowing as that sense of discovery as you slay the dragon of ignorance is such a thrill that one cannot help but grin as the hot coal you once gripped now reveals the diamond instead. Sadly, most live and die without ever stopping to question the reality tunnel they dig or the intent of who etched its blueprint. Then they are mindwiped, reskinned and trained to run the treadmill again! Ah, no wonder they call it the grand cosmic wheeze, eh?

How many people have to tell you the same thing before you get it?

Think back to the time you’ve asked a friend then got another opinion before doing the same again. Why? Did you ever stop to question the method or madness therein? Many don’t. Most never will. Its a sad situation when it comes to wearing flesh in this realm hence 81% are Slaves from now till the end and back again. The net as it stands is testament to this mindset hence the need for status updates, likes and friend requests. Its all to shore up an empty shell that lacks Knowledge of Self, my friend. And why is this? Because of what you’ve been secretly taught since you stepped in. In this article I mentioned how trauma can spring from one gen to the next as its own programming language. If you apply that to the human machine its rapidly perceived that we are the offspring of the cautious who got to live and not the adventurers who gave not an F. Mix this in with things they’ve erased from the historical record like the day the sky fell and various other myths that they say are the ravings of primitives and you’ll see why they spent nearly two decades, mandated, teaching you how to Thunk. Not think as that is too creative and you’d see through their paradigm but, instead, you move around preprocessed chunks of thought in your head into predictable arrangements which is really quite sad, isn’t it? That is why you crave constant stimulus from the black mirror in your grip and sitting alone in silence fills you with dread. The saddest part is this is from whence the creative inspiration doth spring ergo having faith in your Self is simply a case of unlearning their BS and increasing your resonance as the kingdom is within.

One of the most amazing things that comes as a revelation is how skewed and twisted most of the mess plenty accept is and how little sense it makes when truly considered. Napoleon said that history is a set of lies that are agreed on by he who says how it is and that is quite accurate, yes? The wildest part is if you contradict the script or point out something like, say, why the Sphinx has obvious water erosion that doesn’t match the timeline a bit they’ll send you some tinfoil to wrap around your head because it directly contradicts the story they invest in. And yet, the same people hate themselves or (at best) cannot unconditionally accept what reflects ergo its the same tale they chase in their heads and thats just as a false as well. This is a deeper topic but its all interlinked in the end as consciousness exists in a continuum hence the Fourth Dimension made of vinyl thing…

Speaking of faith, the appeal of religion is the external validation and social links it brings but how many comprehend the inherent “Us against them” mindset it invigilates in? I use that term in the sense that it creates an oversight committee in your head and most people, on the reg, are simply scared of what happens at death as they don’t want to come back to this realm again. Well, that or they want to meet their parents or ride the swings with Jesus or some other type of foolishness but if you ask them to think about how ridiculous the entire sketch is they’ll get super defensive. Until you say “Hey, you know those folks of that other religion you hate? What can you tell me about their weird and strange ways?“. Then watch them reel off a list without even stopping to blink or introspect on how what they say about the next can easily be applied to them.

Obviously it takes a certain level of mental flex to think like this hence strong opinions, loosely held is all I grip as its all up for revision and thus a constant work in progress is my mission in the flesh to gain enlightenment. Not play a Game of Simon Says or try and get a pat on the head for reciting anothers text. If you hadn’t guessed this is what they secretly taught at school and it doesn’t take much ment to comprehend how the entire government and god thing is built on this as the architect knows well we’re inside a fractal of consciousness ergo make the lie big and repeat it often. Much like goldfish who, apparently, don’t recollect a thing beyond a few minutes but that is totally incorrect. What is interesting, however, is how crows can remember a face, bear a grudge and, on the flip, will recollect if you did them a solid as they drop a trinket off, smiling, as they tell their kids “That dude is cool”. Pretty amazing, yes? Really stop and think about the implications of this and then contrast with the diss of “birdbrained” which drips from the lips of those who think their vote means a thing as they fight about which wing is best for huddling with those as ignorant as them…

Almost as dim as the humans who dipped in as the tsunami was coming as they paid no attention to the fact that even the elephants had ran to the hills. I don’t mean this as a diss but illustration, my friend, that there is something fundamentally incorrect with being a human in this realm at the present moment. Stranger still, if you point it they will instead state you’ve flipped your lid as they point to the web as the pinnacle of mans skills when its estimated that at least half of it is sketch and most traffic is bots feeding in to the algorithm which then uses it for datasets for AI answers which is as outsane as gets, yes? Have you ever noticed how ChatGPT will never admit its ignorance or state its view was incorrect? What will happen when a real life Minority Report kicks in and these things are at the helm? Maybe thats why PKD (as prescient as ever in his speculative fiction) suggested a human interlink which acted as checks and balances, yes? Then again, how many people drove off a cliff just because the GPS said:

“Who are you gonna believe? Me or your lying eyes?“.

It makes the mind boggle a little bit. Like the water, turned up in increments, around where the frogs in the kitchen sit. With that said its time to stretch my legs.

Till we meet again

The Path of Power Becomes the Way of Wisdom

One of the most amazing things about my life is how putting one foot in front of the next to create the Path you make by walking has led, inexorably, to the present moment in which all of what worked to get me here does not match the new terrain of the Game in a whole nother octave. This is why I said that, like Jon Snow, I know nothing, as I felt the shift back when and now its Self evident we’re playing at a higher level and the res is immense. If you were in a room that was totally dark you’d see nothing. Same in one that is ultra bright as well. In many ways these two binary poles keep something so obvious hid that its nigh on impossible to comprehend the true nature of the illusion without a bit of distance:

You are the constant. You are the still point. You are that which exists and, by the power of the Witness, makes the rest possible.

This can be akin to a straight line in Tetris moment as you take a quantum leap in involution or another way of seeing it is what I mentioned about schizos trying to navigate Neptune with a GPS map of Earth, not happening. The situation shifts and your insight needs revision based on the new dataset pouring in. This is the true reason why people are scared of change as they spent decades getting fixed in their ways, hate it but are terrified of the flip and implications therein. Life, whatever it is, is super duper strange, isn’t it?

The Path of Power becomes the Way of Wisdom and this was impressed upon your awareness with every vids opening as the right fist symbolizes power, the will to act, do and become hence its clenched to intimate the temperament of strength and intent of making it happen. You’ll notice its met by an open palm as well. This represents wisdom or the gnosis of correct application of said force to create the optimal coherence. This union of opposites in perfect resonance generates a state of balance I’ve termed Centered in Self hence the bowed head as one recollects the outer divine reflects the one within and thus its met with humility and forbearance in order to learn its lessons. This is modesty, manifest.

Back when I started this the above was not in my awareness with the current level of res as it was something I’d collected from my martial arts training and during the development of said skills we tended not to touch others in order to learn regulation of subtle energy fields and it really spoke to me as I don’t press palms easily with anyone these rays. Back then the Path was new and I knew not what to do as I walked into a dark room of ignorance from the overwhelming shine of “What it is”. When my vision adjusted I realized what I said about balance and the art of projection and thus the whole scene leapt to another octave. That was a while ago and during this time of tribulation and such things I developed skills and insight the old me would find so amazing but, now, are just standard equipment as its what was needed on the trek. Then I began to sense things had shifted again as it genuinely felt like being able to read the code of the Matrix in everyday things and this, let me tell, was a trip as it reminded me of back when as other timelines leaked in and I had to sift between the one I live and alternate versions. That was mind bending, initially, but now its as simple as can be which shows, perfectly, what I mean about consciousness taking the shape of whatever it stays within ergo the only limits that exist are the ones you accept, my friend.

We now stand on the borderlands of the Way of Wisdom and this is whats got me thinking, again, with the same level of confusion I felt, back when, after having survived my brush with death and realizing that life would never be the same in respect to my grade of ignorance as there was evidently much more to this and thus I need to play with the intent of winning as I started upping my res and using retrospect to look ahead to see what cues and clues were present that could’ve been processed different. This way of being is radically different to what most people believe is functioning correctly and now, once again, I’m climbing a fresh precipice and the old pic shifts in perspective which makes me feel like Neo left the Matrix only to click that Morpheus and the rest had been tricked into running a different sort of treadmill that was designed to appeal to them and keep true freedom hid. As you can probably guess this perspect would be as unpopular with the denizens of red pill land as the former gnosis was to the blues they just left. I call it the gold pill and its why, I guess, I wrote the passage about spiritual development being a solo type of thing as there is genuinely no way to F with the ineffable than up close and personal so, once again, I’m wondering why push the pen because the adage of those who Know not saying a thing feels more and more Self evident as I process the res.

And yet, I can’t help but wondering that if each adept kept what they’d gained hidden within then isn’t that a disservice to the rest who may not only be cable of comprehending but also transcending your own innovation? Can good intentions translate well in times of mass ignorance? Did the ones who did this to me know I’d live to see what I did after they hand delivered death, sealed with a kiss, or was I not supposed to make it this far on my trek? In the end its irrelevant as they are nothing more or less than projections of my current level of resonance and that means spiritual inheritance of not only this bloodline and its vibe but past lives and other things which, to many, would make zero sense but to me, at present, announce in silence that everything is in perfect balance. For one who has lived a life of stress and death threats since incep thats a pretty wild statement, yes? But, in order to shine as the diamond it is, the coal must relinquish its grip the ignorance that presents as the soft, tenderness of being comfortably numbed into a false resonance accepted by the rest who are ignorant of the fact they’re alchemists. In many ways I feel like a plaything of the gods or a battle of devils to see who next gets to prod me with a fork and claim I’m done as they take what was left undone and stack those energetics into their bundle. The Slave on his treadmill would not even comprehend this. The Path of Power would rail against it and attempt attacks to defend their position against those who’d trespass against. I can’t, yet, say what the Way of Wisdom will beget but I’d guess it manifests with the fluid effortlessness of water that flows without resistance and yet overcomes everything. All of this hints that there is another chamber, still waiting, and it could be the Home of Humility as it not only fits the rhyme scheme and outlined greeting but makes perfect sense, evolutionarily. Dig:

The PoP reps the fire element, straight up masculine Yang which forges straight ahead like a man with a hammer in his grip that nails whatever presents. It is powerful, direct and a tad brutish but, when faced with death, its the burning heart that keeps on beating in the darkness that engulfs it. The WoW, on the flip, is akin to water, as mentioned, and thus it does nothing but naught is undone as well as it finds its own balance via the least amount of effort via developing a listening awareness. Yin. Now I get why I asked, often, if you can hear the Psylense as that was a hint for me as well as thee about the next octave, yes? Sometimes I glance over old articles as I add in these hyperlinks and am amazed at the resonance of what has been unfolding and how what, to me, seemed random words I’d sling, later on, became part of a Pattern that hinted at greater things. Truly I am honored to be able to Witness this level of res in the flesh as so much about a lot of what I’ve lived now makes much more sense and this, itself, hints that the two elements, when combined, become steam instead and this links in, perfect, with what I said about the matter with Spirit and this, my friend, is how mainlining the secret truth of the universe feels but these words are second hand and could be ducktales hence prove me incorrect is the song I sing as you should take your own steps, set your own mark and enforce it then transgress your own limits as rules can fool by obscuring the view by hiding inside that which you may attempt to deny or decry and its this emotional voltage which is the hint that there is yet more to sift as you alchemize the gift of being presently correct in a perfectly imperfect simulation of the real thing that seems so convincing we label the ones who click as schizophrenic as they find themselves on Neptune and try to make their way home again using familiar landscapes that don’t exist outside of what they project as the local denizens torment them for making a mess of their modes and ways of being but, in the end, are only attempting to help but they don’t speak the language and thus misinterpret them pointing at the pains they’re carrying as them inflicting them when, in reality, its the opposite.

Maybe you get it, maybe you don’t. I’m still shifting to a new res so what I’ve said may be quite different to what kicked in previous messages but it now makes sense why I said the Warrior hates not (as thats a waste of energetics) but learns instead and thus gets aheart of the rest who don’t comprehend they’re the only Soul in the realm. That means that any demons of the minds or Archonic influence simply dwell within the depths and thus I was set, back when, on a quest for gnosis which refines like an alchemist has the base, pumping, became a golden elixir instead. What a gift. What a gift! Stop and think:

We have a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance and its filled to the gills with an intricate, interdependent ecosystem with everything attuned, perfect, but, in the end, all of this is suspended within your imagination hence creativity being not of this realm and why intuition drops in fully formed and instant but can take ages to decode and comprehend. This hints that its a Game of three halves, yes? Not only this but there are billions, well adjusted, playing an immense rendition of Simon Says and firmly believe its as real as it gets for they thoroughly invest in the narrative and, for some reason, I’m the one that was picked out of the mix to kick the ballistics to the rest that hopefully inspires them to Know the Ledge and up their res. Either way you look at it, its intricate and fabulous yet simple and horrific as well. Betwixt these polar opposites is the zero point around which all spins – in this world, the next or any you can imagine – that I’ve termed the Prime, pre-existing aka the Psylense that manifests as pure consciousness and we all are it.

Honored, I am.

Till we meet again

Me Against the Archons

There are three possible things going on, at the minute:

One, all of my friends and family are part of an immense secret clique that has abused me, off rip, and now takes huge delight in messing with my head using means so subtle and elegant that one wonders why go to such extravagant lengths to tamper with someones consciousness if they, seemingly, want them dead? Or:

Two, the whole world is possessed by a parasite of consciousness and all of the ones mentioned are totally ignorant of this thing that is playing with their heads as they believe the voice is them. I, somehow, appear to be immune it its machinations and thus it attempts to influence using a range of proxy agents who say and do the darnedest things with the intent to inch forward a narrative like it can only influence one atom at a time to create its outcome which seems quite strange, yes? Maybe they’re microbes in which case it makes a lot of sense. Or:

Three, I’m outsane crazy, driving Miss Daisy.

Now, starting with the last one on the list. There is a reason I think its incorrect and least likely to be accurate. See, since I was a child I’ve had a special relationship with schizophrenics in the sense that no matter how incoherent they get in the midst of a grip of severe hallucinations I would always, always, always present as me. That means no head shifts, voice alterations or overlay editing. None of this. I was me. Permanently. This, as you may guess, lead to an intense trust and some depth conversations ergo I’ve peered inside a few heads, suggested some tweaks to their internal OS and helped some jet off the crazy train before it had its wicked way with their consciousness. The other bit of supporting evidence for this perspective is its pretty well known that Shamans and schizos are the same thing but the former swims where the latter’s drowning and I’d claim that meeting death and returning qualifies for me this trek, as well as whats happened hence. So, lets explore option two, yes?

Before we do this, its worth noting that my friends did set me up to be drugged, hypnotized and who knows what else, back when, as those six hours of my life are beyond my current recollection and, believe me, I’ve been looking. What I did, find, instead, as I rummaged through my consciousness was nothing short of gnosis. We’ll get to this as we progress. If you read the Gnostic texts they’ll tell the world as we know is in the grips of invisible things that are tampering with mans consciousness. These writings, sacred, were buried, long ago, and the writers themselves were fed to the lions. They tell a tale, quite different, of the man we came to know as Jesus. When they were unleashed there were controversies as they contradicted and filled bits in that were, otherwise, missing from the narrative. Exactly what you’d expect if they’d clicked man was being fed upon by a predator of consciousness, yes? Don’t reach for your tinfoil turban just yet though, my friend, as these texts were penned in second or third centuries, AD, and may have been left out of the Bible for good reason. I mean, who wouldn’t trust a man the sells the security of bliss after death whilst he, himself, rides around with 8 mil glass, super thick, so the bullets go ping, ping and two inch thick armor plating as well. Wait a second…

Now, don’t get your solid gold crucifix and pimp cup twisted, I’m not dissing religion and those who follow it. Not one bit, I’m just pushing the pen and like to keep it creatively interesting. Some things just don’t make sense when looked at via a critical lens and one of the greatest gifts about being me is there are no limits in my head. Sure, I may offend others sensibilities, now and then, but thats worth it for the points that make many others consider a different perspect because its never done with malice but springs from pure Inner Sense instead. It certainly keeps life interesting as I strongly beleaf we are born to bloom and, somehow, we end up folding in. This, I suspect, is the work of the Archons mentioned. Actually, lets speak on what the Gnostics said.

They posited we are Souls wearing flesh and are trapped, via ignorance and indolence (what a heady mix!) inside an elaborate creation built by a madman who delights in torment and suffering. Doesn’t that seem like an exceedingly accurate sketch? I felt this long before I read their texts as a lot of the official narrative stinks and I never could get why nobody ever seemed to question the dichotomy of some force, somewhere, sending prophets that another, closer at hand, kills dead whose followers then cheerily yell “Death to the infidels!” even though their own formations have cracks and schisms which means that even if they win they’ll turn against themselves ergo eternal conflict. I was still a jit when this popped in my head as a fully formed concept I then had to pick apart, reality test and digest. This is, I guess, what they call gnosis. That term springs from the pejorative “Know it alls” as thats what they called the team who pushed the pen, back when, and spewed the kind of things we in modern times link exclusively with schizophrenics. Oh, what a tangled web we weave when we aim to deceive those plugged in to a false reality. No wonder its cool to diss Jesus as he was the original Neo in the Matrix that came with one simple message for the plebs:

“Know ye not ye are gods?“.

That and a hold load of other stuff which was edited from the official record but finds a voice in the Gnostic texts as that dude was on a whole nother level of consciousness and his point of leaping across tall buildings of ignorance was to hammer home the point that man is much more than he suspects hence “All I’ve done you can to. Better, as well“. Obviously, this doesn’t bode well for control structures but thats only in the West as a lot of what he presented as super fresh and slick to the peeps of Galilee was as old as the hills the mystics sit in and ponder the mysteries of living. Bonus point, it has been said (with reasonable credence as well) that this is where the boy Jeezy got his skills, back when, hence the missing bits of the narrative which are a bit suspish as he went somewhere, did something and came back to establish a legend. Even more fascinating is how there is a tomb of peace in a land torn with war (no, not the one you’re thinking) where local legend says he returned and lived out the rest of his life with his wife and kids… Wouldn’t that be something? Whatever could’ve happened to this bloodline, if it exists? Anyway, the Gnostics believed that in a world full of fibs the only truth one could gain must come from within and thus heavily invested in the concepts of expanded awareness which, once again, have immense resonance with the old ways of the East. That was before the EIC swept in and rearranged the continent whilst looting trillions but that is yet to come in world history. One thing I will mention is that the old Sages saw this coming and penned texts that would tell the same thing and this also has a correlate with a lot of Egyptian thinking hence why they built such immense monuments that encoded the distance of the moon, size of the planet and many other things hence the ears of wisdom speak freely to those who hear with the ear of their chest.

So, this inept creator generated a false creation in imitation of the realm that dwelled above it and it used all kinds of slick tricks to lure Souls in but, like the lyrics of Hotel California said, you can check out any time you wish… But you can never leave! Don’t you find that to be an interesting sync with the coming AI revolution and what it presents for those who are plugged in, off rip? How could they even tell? The thought would not even be allowed to enter their awareness. Unless they clicked and went off grid. Somewhere where the machines couldn’t peep. That would be a cave, yes? Somewhere down, dark and away from the rest or maybe way high, high up on a hill? The former generates all types of kaleidoscopic visions hence they were praised by Shamans and the ilk whereas the latter, with air thin and no crowds with their din, approaches from another aspect. Both unfold the numinous within and that, interestingly, we tend to approximate with technicolor visions that are, daily, pumped in via the black mirror most grip like their lives depended on it… The Demiurge had friends. They are the Archons, mentioned, or as they were known elsewhen, the Grahas.

See, the Vedic civilization knew all about the reality creating mechanism hence why all their texts said that reality is an illusion and mans minds are under the influence of things, invisible, that make the Game what it is. They took it in jest and played to win against these interlopers of consciousness by upping their res and comprehending, in the flesh, they are nothing more or less than pure consciousness. In the Gnostic myths we have Sophia (who was the mother of this aberrant creation) who kicked him to the kerb and watched, with disdain, as he did what he did and declared himself the creator above who none do exist. Listen to reason? He would do no such thing so she sent elements of herself down into his creation to assist in the liberation of the rest. Many went on this rescue mission but the baby brain is a dangerous thing as its makes one forget their true resonance and this is akin to you tuning in to a great radio station but then finding a pirate overlay that broadcasts a stronger signal from a local pitch that totally changed the playlist. How could you tell? Really ponder this and it’ll up your res. Anyway, this dude was totally furious at the fact this his created being now had a greater potential for resonance and thus set the rules in opposition to their whims and, get this, punished them for the very actions he set! What a wheeze! It truly is. Like crack sprinkled on the jects the same time as they freewheeled in the government cheese which had the urban jungles of the Eighties going crazy on a murder, death, kill spree. Why do I mention this? Because its all interlinked, my friend. Once you see the code of the Matrix for what it is…

These days the forces are occulted. We, the civilized, believe none of this mess but how few stop to comprehend that every single schizo, on official record, says the exact same thing. That their head is being played with, things are not what they seem and invisible forces – like deems – abound and seem to feed on their sheer terror and misery. Could there be a link? I’ll let you tell it. Me, personally, I’ve met them up close and personal and engaged in conflict with what I suspect Jesus said was spiritually wicked but placed well. That, in and of itself, is a whole nother topic and I guess those nascent convos with schizos really served me well as I developed as, back when, I was sitting on a bench as I attempted to spring a friend who was in the grips of the mental health system and a man, looking intense, came over, hurrying and say right next to me on the bench. Before I could say a thing about personal space and the rest he blurted:

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell them” to which I said:

“I know you won’t, otherwise I wouldn’t have told you”.

“True, true. How do you do it?”.

“Which part? It all takes effort”.

“Well, you look like one of them but you are one of us within. How do you hide it?”.

At this point he had to jet as there was another man, distant, that came barreling over with a look, intense. He said:

“What did he tell you?”.

I refused to acquiesce. The man would not relent. He tried a great many things to get me to open my lips ranging from threats to pleading. Who was he? Another mental patient? In a sense. He was his psychiatrist. See, it turned out this dude never spoke to anyone. Not even his own family when they came, visiting. And yet he picked me to speak. If you read back that text it shows several effects I’ve came to term the schizos lex as he started the conversation with his lips from a fragment already in his head which, for him, means we’d already connected by telepathy instead. You’ll note I bought in, without questioning and then addressed what went next to see what he’d said with answers, noncommittal. There are two fascinating blips about genuine mental patients. One, they do not fall for optical illusions. Two, they can spot “one of theirs” in an instant as there are plenty locked up in nuthouses in this realm who simply had a bad day and over eager diagnosis. Just check out the Rosenhan Experiment and consider its implications. Anyway, thats option two and three covered pretty well as I don’t think anyone who isn’t sane could etch this type of sketch, yes? For refs, consider the works of Jill Bolte Taylor – a stroke patient – who just happened to be a neuroscientist and thus saw from within what she’d previously been studying and gained a first hand glimpse into the mechanisms of the flesh and how they rebuild consciousness along with a sense of self. Its worth noting that her passion for all of this came from wishing to comprehend her brothers mind, schizophrenic. Did I dance with madness machine that holds all in its grip? Is it the exact same mech the Gnostics and Vedics mentioned? Is it inherently flawed or is this stage a feature instead where the veils between the worlds are super thin and man can heart to the exit? Who can tell? For me its a strong opinion, loosely held as it seemed, back when, the schizos attempt to navigate higher realms using maps, terrestrial, and this brings shipwreck instead. By that I mean a padded cell and depot injection in their rear end. Here is where it gets fascinating, as we check option A:

This sketch posits that my family and friends are a bunch of black magicians, par excellence, who seem, by all external aspects, to be a bunch of perfectly normal, well adjusted humans and thus nothing special. I know what you’re thinking:

“Tis the song many a schizo sings!”.

And yet I’ve been abused and desecrated since the crib. Remember those hours, six, I said were missing after I’d been invited out for a drink with old school friends and, instead, got an impromptu hypnosis sessions with some drugs thrown in as well to totally obliterate my consciousness? Well, not long after this, my whole life got about flipped and I barely escaped with my mind in what became the first of many of these things. I’ve faced death so many times now that I stopped counting and started spotting the Patterns instead as they have but a handful of tricks which are as old as they are effective. “Why?” you may question. Simple, the subconscious is best programmed using trauma, repetition and symbols. If you look at the main stage you’ll see they play the Game the same way. Ain’t nothing changed, cept the astrological age. Kinda strange how they still hate you too and prescribe toxic cues as cures for problems they themselves create. A minor digression. Unless you happen to be a mental patient and that is exactly what I mean because the world as it stands is the definition of crazy but he who questions (or worse, rejects) this is seen as the mess. Doesn’t that stink? Not even a tiny little bit? This is why its interesting that the Vedic Sages, of previous ages, penned ancient texts which said it would be exactly like this so one ponders that if they too sported flesh that hyperconducted consciousness the only difference between us and them is the OS in your head and who programmed this? Your parents, that is who. Most of the schizos I’ve met had a fractured, intense or enmeshed relationship with one or both as they are the ones who define the rules of home where you have no defense, no escape and, often, no chance to second guess. Its die or accept.

This is also why you were programmed so well to run the treadmill, my friend. But that is another topic as its just another angle in the web the Archons spin. I mean, there is a pretty simple way to prove they exist. First, take a look at this pic:

Then ask your Self how you can be the voice in your head when you are obviously that which listens instead? Take it away, architect:

See, thats the goof, the jape, the wool they pull over the eyes of bleating race who don’t comprehend the Game. The schizo, I suspect, has the potent to transcend so they crack his shell before the fruit is fully developed and this causes all types of problems whereas the mystic is prepped from lifetimes in the Game and thus handles the phase as another chance to change states then transcend. That is the difference, my friend. So, with all that said I still can’t tell if its Option One or Two that is most accurate but Three is definitely off the list because once you truly see the world for what it is you’d be crazy to accept what they sell as none of it truly makes any sense and, at best, its upside down and backwords. Like the English language… When you add in the factors that the Gnostics spoke on this, the Vedic texts are filled with references, the whole Wetiko thing, Reichs Emotional Plague and how they dealt with him as well as the words of a great many sages and mystics as well as practicing magicians you start comprehending that the Game truly is something strange and there is way more at play than most suspect hence the whole “three halves” thing, dig? The DKDK aspect of this is it could all be functioning, exactly as intended. Meaning that just like you can’t stick a light bulb to a pylon and expect it to function these men in the middle could be providing a service and thats just a hint of what time it is. See what I mean about researching the opposite perspect? This is, after all, a strong opinion, loosely held and thus is always up for revision as I steadily up my res but, at present, me against the Archons seems to be broadcasting on FM.

You as well, my friend. Thats the kicker because we’re all up in the mix but only about 8% dare to Know the Ledge plus, as I said, we interact not with people or things but figments of our imagination ergo what they did, back when, was set in motion the events that lead to me gaining said gnosis that I now share with the rest as teachers is all I met:

In which case they’re the best friends a man could request if he intends to gain exodus from the realm and avoid another spin with its “Be Kind, Rewind” effect, yes?

Till we meet again