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Hidden, deep within us, is what you could call our true will or authentic spirit. It has no beginning and no end as its not of this realm but is the broad band via which we fluidly hyperconduct our awareness. In that respect the state I’ve mentioned called the Witness is like a pool of light that extends from this hidden source of illumination. It is identical with the divine, all of everything, call it what you wish and, in many ways, true worship can summed up in three words:

Know thy Self.

There it is, the hallowed Self you hear me constantly reffing (with the capital S). Much like water takes the shape of whatever it is poured within and thus uses its limits as a frame of reference to define its (false) self the illusion we sell is most convincing as this delusion manufacturers proof for the lies it tells! If that sounds a tad schizophrenic then congratulate your Self as you’ve just gained an immense hint into reality creation as we are all insane in this realm. Only the compos mentis comprehend this and choose to stroll along a Path quite different to the psychosocial treadmill the rest have been programmed to accept. Most ironic is they – so well adjusted to such immense sickness – Thunk said Soul must be off his meds. Ironic, yes?

It takes quite a bit to step outside of the Reality Tunnel you’ve been digging out of the habit of ignorance and most live and die without ever contemplating the depth of the shadow and what it keeps hidden. For example, if I were to say that schizophrenia is actually demonic possession and there are those who know this well and use it as a directed weapon for their own profit and entertainment the response you’d get would probably sound like this:

“I think we’re all a bit too old for monsters under the bed! Thats patently ridiculous. As for the whole tinfoil bit, why, that doesn’t even merit comment”.

And yet, over the years, I’ve spoke to many of the so called in sane (look at that label again and contemplate the opposite) at depth on the topic of the inside of their heads and its their honest answers and willing experimentation that were a vital aspect of fortifying my perspectives as mine is a particularly practical brand of metaphysics. For example, try this:

Next time you are facing overwhelm or stress along with a tinge of regret as a painful recollection taunts your awareness I want you to take a large, slow and controlled breath in that is akin to filling a vase. Meaning, the air splashes into your perineum then, as it fills, expands your belly and kidney region with its swell before we get up to the chest and all the way over the clavicles. Your cup, overfloweth. Then you pretend you have a straw between gently pursed lips and let the same air leave via it until there is not a drop left. Rinse and repeat for a bit. As I’m sure you can imagine there is an immense disparity of the time taken to breathe in and for it find the exit. Do this a few times and watch your mood shift onto a new style of canvas and as these interrupting forces either vanish, into nothing, or come screaming back again you ask your Self:

“Are these my thoughts?”.

Ignore the torrent of words, feel instead. The vase you just filled makes the neurophysical aspects much more potent as does the change in oxygenation via the use of the method. Keep doing this and you increase your internal resolution and thus that which was once dark and dim, covered by a thick layer of wanton ignorance and surreptitious silence on the part of the System that mentions it not on any official curriculum you may start discovering points of differentiation that, inorexably, lead to the realization:

“I am wearing the flesh, on a planet, and what I truly am is far, far more subtle and powerful than I have been lead to believe”.

This, my friend, is true alchemy and its from these bountiful riches I speak and question your internal poverty. Its why I say most are Slaves as they leap to the whims of the voice in their head they Thunk is them as well as supporting the current thing and joining in all the trends like standing on your doorstep, clapping, imitating a well trained seal and other ridiculous things in this huge Game of Simon Says… The Warrior, on the flip, still possess his natural state of being intensely curious with no limits to their thinking. Thats bound to make life interesting, isn’t it?

Now, this true will, the genuine Self, the water in the vessel – when first poured in – is sparkling and resonant hence I call it Inner Sense as its constantly refreshed like a bubbling spring. After a while it goes flat then the glow it begat starts to dim. Not long after its frozen solid and the thoughts that create, maintain and sustain this aberration will yell:

“Death to the infidels!”.

As they hand deliver hell that seems, to them heaven sent, as righteous vengeance for even daring to question their intent. And yet, on the reg, how many of these actually feel what they crave within via their texts and ritual? Very few, I’d bet. I once asked this question to a group of fundamentalist Christians and they nearly all went for my neck at the implications of our conversation when it came to reality vs expectation. There was one lone voice of reason, a woman who had lived a life that was ripped from the pages of Hell and had been told, by many medical professionals, to forget that, this and them as they’d never happen, ever again. By dint of sheer will, practical faith and her indomitable spirit she climbed out the pit, and thus, had Done the Knowledge without calling it this or ever thinking about in the abstract sense. For her it was a challenge and her stubborn bent of mind refused to acquiesce and rejected the suggestions from the donkey headed “professionals” with a swift “Return to sender” as she chose to master her energetics than be a Slave to their whims and dubious solutions.

We had an amazing conversation after she dispersed the rest with steam pouring out of their heads. What do you expect? I made the ice melt and they didn’t like the sweat as it reminded them of death which was, in the end, why they were so invested in the tale and its promise of the eternal. I told her:

“Heaven and hell are here but what we are, in essence, is a whole nother octave of resonance. But how can you can tell people who live in Flatland what a sphere is if they keep referring to a circle and fear the inner dimension?”. She nodded her head and went on to share, in a nutshell, the tribulations she’d live that seemed like a modern Homeric epic. This is why I’ve said, time and again, that only 8% of the population are capable of mastering this skill and the rest are more than content to being Slaves of a process they choose not to comprehend and thus, in the end, are heaping their own suffering upon their heads whilst looking outside of them for a savior that will never present as man is both god and the devil ergo its a question of discernment and separating the water from the milk to tell who is at the helm before you comprehend that its your mind, your awareness, your choice, your direction. Become the king of your dome or remain a servant. Its that simple. Taking it back to the mid:

You, somehow, developed a passion for spelunking. At first it was the name that caught your attention as it has quite a vibration. I mean, we know what a “spell” is but what happens when you “lunk” it? Plenty, it seems. This is how it is when you explore the Cave in your head because most are so fixated and locked in to the construction that is designed to keep their mind pointed at the shadows on the wall and their predictable message that to question this is insane. Some are cast out of the cage and into the flame and thus loose that cushion in the mid that keeps the rest plugged in and at a safe distance. A few break the chains of ignorance, ascend to the surface of this immense underground cavern and feel the sun on their face with a grin on their lips and think:

“I simply must tell the rest. Wait till they get a load of this!”. And yet, as mentioned, most wish to be correct, not content. That is quite sad, isn’t it? When the frozen water of potential is filled with loads of murky, dark elements with sharp, jagged edges that you noticed when they fell in but since became accustomed its easy to see how the threat of melting would cause regret as these pains rush to the surface and cause you, like the religious troop in question, to point the finger of accusation and say:

“Him. He did it. He is the cause of this. Stop at once. This instant, I say!” as they await the cooling comfort of the breeze of chill that habitual Thunking patterns bring as they sit at their lowest form of resonance and hate the mass tension and suppressed potential they then project some place else as a state that can happen without the flesh. Isn’t it ironic? I think it is because the so called schizo, in contrast, is out of the frying pan and into the fire as his ice doth melt and shift to gas before being condensed to water and frozen again. And again. And again. One day, after a particularly productive session in which I was testing my hypothesis that most madness is actually a lack of B vitamins and how there may be a parasitic, viral aspect that has been, hitherto, ignored at play the man in question said:

“You once said that a madman is malfunctioning mystic. Today, I had, just for a moment, a glimpse of this and it made perfect sense why you say such off the wall things with no Fs given because they’re really real. The concept that these voices in my head are literally figments of my imagination was so intensely empowering as moving them back and forth on the soundstage, changing their pitch, tone, intonation and the rest like the inversion pattern and push pull effect made me get how mind is, quite literally, every thing. And yet – its Self – it is no thing. Which is, paradoxically, everything! Ha! If that isn’t insane I don’t know what is!”.

Insane are we who step on the Path of Power because if an athlete at the blocks, awaiting his chance to sprint for a medal, is “in tension” then that is because it serves a purpose in the moment and will soon be melted as he races to his target and discharges the Pattern via resolution. Mans main problem is we hit the bricks so often, since back when, that we have loads and loads of stops and not much starting and even less recapitulation and that is akin to having a stack of winning lottery tickets on your hip and going and buying more that you refuse to check. Said like this, who can refuse the invitation? And yet, even though many are called few will chose themselves but, somehow, the broken vessels I mentioned comprehended they are not the medium but the message whilst the rest are so well adjusted to mass social sickness that I can’t help but question the intent at the helm of creation as well as its materially based agents that have never, ever mentioned in public things of this ilk as well as the countless medical professionals and research specialists that know a million and one different tricks that do little else beyond reinventing a wheel that is perfectly square as it follows the same blueprint of what initially got them into this situation!

If that isn’t outsane, I don’t know what is.

Till we meet again

Man, where do we begin with this topic which is, in the end, the reason I’m back in this realm. How about this:

The first step of mind control is the group set. Think about it. Can you truly claim to be chillin in your B Boy stance without your Kangol or Shell Toes? Why do so many homosexuals have the same vocal tone that screams mango? You know exactly what I mean because if Ahmed claimed he was mujahideen but kept it CIA fresh and fit with reg hair and polished kicks you’d smell a rat instantly, yes? Speaking of, did you know that when the Feds first tried to infiltrate the terrorist sects, back when, they got rejected on spec because their sweat smelled different due to dining on swine. Ironic. Always on the green, never in between…

These boxes exist for a very good reason because once you sit in em there are certain things that are expected and woe betide he who neglects them as he may find himself ejected from the clique. People like people who are like themselves. I wonder if the plastic surgery gen will be filled with bliss when they’re all walking around, looking identical. Probably not like that “Blue eyes are stupid. Brown eyes for the win! YEAAHHHH!!” experiment that shows man can not only be divided but will start acting like expected. Check it:

Eye opening, yes? Now take that and times it by nine and again by eleven and what do you get? The world as it is. By Jove! Ain’t that something? Have you ever looked at the feverish devotion some people have to the cult of Apple, LV or various other symbols? There, like religion, are levels to this as some are dyed in the wool whilst others are akin to lipstick thespians who act on the surface what isn’t in their depths. Then there are those who just go along with the rest in a huge Game of Simon Says… Thats why I’ll never join a group. Its impossible once you have Knowledge of Self as these reality boxes are simply too small and stifling to contain your expansive awareness that can’t help but question everything. You try doing that if you were bought up an orthodox anything and you’ll quickly find yourself disciplined and, if you persisted, threatened with ejection from the wing under which you’re nestling. Back when excommunication was a huge thing and you could say, in most respects, this behavior has been hammered into the epigenetics of man like the previous example of mice trained to run a maze giving birth to kids that ace the test in comparison to a control specimen. The implications are fascinating because if you do similar but taze the rodent as a smell pumps in its kids, when exposed to the same thing, freeze for no earthly reason they can comprehend as a huge sense of dread washes over them.

The people, and I use that term loosely, we’re up against know all of the tricks as its part and parcel of the pledge. I wonder how many comprehend that was was handed to them as a revelation is actually the self same thing they pulled on the massive but tuned to their octave and thus is a trick that pimps the pimp. That explains everything. One life you’ll get it and I wonder, then, how you’ll handle what kicks when the theatrical deception by the kings of the desert in the land of illusion is aimed squarely at your head by those still invested in the pyramid scheme which is a spiritual Ponzi, in the end. Its a strange business, that is for certain, but, as I said, membership contains many implicit obligations that are the antithesis of freedom and thus not aligned with Inner Sense. You could claim that the situation is akin to the sun becoming dim and a group stepping in and offering you an electric bill instead. Many would gratefully grip, press palms and nod their heads at their new saviors inventions but what if their shenanigans are what caused these events for the specific intent of bamboozlement via hoodwinking? Wouldn’t that be something? As you can probably tell that type of discussion simply would not be welcome inside the plush, well appointed buildings of the illuminated and if you did dare mention to someone else there is a high chance he’d tell just to progress up the pyramid as its a Mutt and Jeff type thing when it comes ascent as the crabs tap dance around the barrel which offers a tantalizing hint of higher realms but no First Class ticket is ever forthcoming although you’ll get plenty of lateral moving and shaking to keep you plugged in from one spin to the next.

“Tune in next life for our feature presentation”… When you get it, you’ll get it. Until then I shine alone, within, in the midst of darkness. Do the Knowledge. There are no shortcuts, only circumcisions.

There are many dangers to all of this because a clique, small or big, is always sketched on the same blueprint. You can take the example of a fat singer who attracts plus sized women who listen as they feel immensely validated via her reflected success as they inhale cream cakes and place her records on spin whilst cheering on the web. If she dares pop some pills or get her stomach stapled they take it as a betrayal on the deepest level and vow their revenge. Its pretty strange, when you think, but its also why humans are rife for manipulation as we, in this realm at the present moment, are working on the lowest scale you can get when it comes to our true potential. This is why I stress its vital to up your resolution because if the main signal being sent is 8K with encoded Atmos and all types of bells and whistles but the entrance to your set demands a black and white portable with analog antenna and one speaker busted its pretty easy to tell how the lyrics could get messed and people march to the beat of a drum that wasn’t actually what was sent. Net result? Everyone against anyone is the war thats coming. Actually, thats an interesting tangent:

I told you that was going to happen months ago when I pushed the pen and, right on cue, we have people around the world losing their minds which strongly hints that whats in between their shells isn’t actually controlled by them. I mean, how else do you explain riot season? Its the same with those who guessed that COVID would be remixed and those that were triple duplex super jabbed would be the first ones dropping. Its hard to see a Reality Tunnel once you’re inside it and the echo effect presented by those who gain comfort and solace by ensuring you Thunk like them is really quite fantastic at keeping the herd in check thanks to the principles of sympathetic vibration. At its essence we are made to connect. And I mean really, in the flesh, not via the net which (like religion before it) is an opiate of the masses that creates division where it promises unification and quietly delivers addiction, unchecked. I know, not the most popular sentiment in church but the world record stands as testament that it is exactly how I said.

The main issue with groups is they can easily be corrupted and manipulated via infiltration. Slave/Masters are great at this as they’re well versed in the art of parasitical processes which makes the fact they haven’t clicked their own team fell for the same thing and they can’t tell the fake from the authentic. Even more ironic as they’re blinded by the science and doubling down on their investment. But, thats another topic. Groups can be pimped in a way thats very efficient and to prove this point I’d like to take you back to an old event, back when:

Students were rioting. At that time I wasn’t fully on my “Watching the news is bad for your health” tip and thus used to flick through the daily rag to see what kicked on the world level of interests. Actually, this is a very important point because only a handful of corporations hold the whole worlds officially sanctioned news channels in their grip. How hard do you think it would be for them to decide what gets press and what doesn’t? I mean, check this quotation from John Swinton who was labelled as one of the best:

Pretty telling, yes? And yet if you mention this mere fact to one of the plebs that are constantly plugged in they’ll Thunk you need to adjust your tinfoil turban as it all sounds ridiculous. Not as ridiculous as this though, eh?

Its a huge shell Game, in the end. But lets get back to the riots:

“Look at that” I said, pointing to the TV set that was playing in the office.

“What?” came the response.

“Look closely at how that guy is dressed”. On the screen we’d seen the leader ring in the start of the demolition (check the logo for its symbolism) that caused impoverished students to riot and created the monkey see, monkey do effect from the rest that took it as a sign of group dynamics kicking in, absolving their guilt and giving them permission to ill as a vent for the ment drowning them in debt when they’re trying to get ahead and sprint on the psychosocial treadmill. What I’d spotted and the others had missed was that his fit was too clean and too fresh to be a student. If you’ve ever dealt with said sect at length, back when, you’ll have noticed that they tended not to dress in the best as a) they were mostly skint and b) they preferred spending their ends on drugs, sex and entertainment. Rules and exceptions, I get but it was Self evident the one giving it big (in brand new threads with his face well hid) and encouraging the rest – who, by themselves, wouldn’t have bust a grape in a fruit fight – was a Fed sent in to do what they do best:

Agent provocateur. Can’t lock up the peasants if they aren’t revolting, eh? This is the main problem of group dynamics as that tribal think has the mindset of a four year old kid and thus is very easily manipulated to swing, that way and this, to induce a state of hypnosis in which otherwise regular people do the strangest of things. You can find this blueprint repeated at pretty much every single “organic'” uprising because, like the Joker said, all it takes is a little push:

Actually, I’ll have to drop a ReelEyez on this flick because its laden with symbolism about the hows and whys of this realm because these are the poles that most are caught up in the mid without comprehending that being Centered in Self is the key to transcendence. See why group dynamics are not needed for the Warrior in training? Ultimately its a solo sport and to that end you may gain some who walk alongside for a bit as you exchange hints and tips but you can’t pull any tricks like sitting at home eating potato chips and expect your friend to hit the treadmill to trim the excess off your abdomen. Not happening and any spells and suggestions are rejected, on all levels. Return three sender with these destiny swap weaving attempts in all forms and resonance, everywhen.

Its a Game of three halves, my friend. There is actually so much to be unlearned and the level of challenge is immense but thats why I said the greater the fear, the greater the win and that, in a nutshell, is the point of this level as you can tell we are headed toward collective consciousness via the introduction of silicon which will seem like wings to the dead and anvils to the living as its obvious these shenanigans will tether your awareness to this realm via means you can’t currently comprehend as an old devil in a new dress makes his grand entrance. Get it? “In trance”? See how Devilish it is, friends? Remember, you wrestle not against blood and flesh (even though these agents are used to manifest the intent) but corrupted spiritual aspects that sit in the dimension that surrounds this. Like a callous. Or a Van Allen belt. Speaking of which did you know that the moon is getting further and further away from the planet? Doesn’t it seem Self evident that logic may attest that it was, once upon a when, much closer in orbit? What do you think would happen during this fatal attraction? Would sparks have flown across the heavens like cosmic thunderbolts of legend that they, in turn, encoded in what we now call myths and etched these symbols onto the rocks to tell future generations about what actually happened when the sky fell via the use of petroglyphs? Not according to the official narrative. There is a well known dictum in the fields, scientific, that says:

“New ideas aren’t adopted, no matter how brilliant or correct, if they challenge what is accepted by those in tenured positions who, first and foremost, protect their investment in the old way of doing things to keep the cheques rolling in”.

Thats why I’ll never join a group because when you thrive on free thought and kicking the ballistics that are powered by unfinite awareness and cosmic imagination its simply not acceptable to have to reel it in or tone it down and spout the official rhetoric when you could be engaging in countless thought experiments you then reality test by using your own innate logic and wit which follows the evidence to wherever it leads as you weave a coherent narrative that is a constant work in progress then, like a true alchemist, its all gold in the end. That, my friend, is truly living and not the name brand equivalent they pimp into the heads of the 81% who are too busy running along the treadmill to actually Do the Knowledge and find out for themselves what the hell is going on in this realm and how they came to wear the flesh and believe they’re human when they are nothing more and nothing less than pure consciousness, itself an aspect that is equal in resonance (but currently dampened in scale, thanks to the fractal effect) of the Prime point of origin that has many names and labels to direct your attention anywhere but within.

Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again

Previously we spoke a bit about the concept of Soul Ages. To expound on this topic I decided to face it, chest first, and get to the heart of the matter in this Game that we play using our Souls as credits:

Fear.

If you want to have a solid proof with no abstraction or metaphysics needed about the Knowledge I’m kicking then fear be its name. Check:

The greater the fear, the greater the win on this level because if you step onto the board with an immense array of skills, talents and potential then best believe life is going to knee you in the nuts when it comes to your confidence as your Opponent is all about below the belt tactics because, as MJ said, they’ll kick you and they’ll beat you then they’ll tell you its fair. Another way of looking at it is the good old coal to diamond effect as well as what I’ve said about the Game being all in your head as this is how you master your energetics. Lets take a look at a page of one of the greats when it came to mastering the skill of Self gnosis aka feeling the fear and giving not a single F:

“In order to live one must dare to be incorrect. Becoming good isn’t linked to he who inks between the margins, pre set, but one who chances to look within and share his own, unique vision. The opposite leads stagnation, safety and mediocrity. The canvas screams “Ye cannot do a thing” until I slap something on it in a state of rebellion as I comprehend the shadows depth. May I tell you a secret?

Most who paint are afraid of the frame that sits, in state of perfection, with its silent judgement and taunts their efforts, creativity and potential. The deeper level to this reveals the true tryst as its the canvas that is scared of the artists passion. The only difference between the best and the rest that never even made the attempt is the former broke the spell of the “You can’t” in their head and went, hell for leather, to share their own visions of heaven with the rest. That, my dear brother, is truly living. It applies to each spectrum so I encourage you to accept no imitation in this world full of Souls, numb and deadened“.

Such were the sentiments expressed by one Vincent Van Gogh, October Second, Eighteen Eighty Four to his younger sibling and if that doesn’t hit the nail on the head with the hammerical equivalent of Mac Ten I don’t know what will. The man himself lived a life that was two steps from hell and this, as I’ve previously mentioned, was because he was decoding a whole nother wavelength that most couldn’t comprehend. One of the strongest effects the world possess is that of calling one “Insane”. I embrace that label with napalm as its said:

“If “Sane” is a place and I’m in it then thats perfect, isn’t it? Its you MFs that are “Outsane” that need help as you’re too well adjusted to such immense sickness that demands you not only die with your music within but pay for every little step you take around the treadmill of ignorance with the rest that are just as quiet and equally desperate“.

Dare ye Know the Ledge? Van Gogh did but, unsurprisingly, nobody listened. Nobody listened and yet those who felt his message nodded from within their chests because even though he lived in near poverties grip and barely managed to sell one commission whilst living the ones who stepped in after he’d left started to comprehend his vision. Can you see why I’ve said the fix is in, my friend? There are plenty of bodies, buried in the desert. I know this because, once upon a when, I bought what they shoveled and wanted to ascend to the head of this financial pyramid in the abyss but then something strange happened on the road to Vagus that shook my nerves from the stupor and Self estrangement that had taken my investment, from one life to the next, via the misappropriation of my skills and talents. That is another tangent but, in the end, its all interconnected as my lives in the darkness are what allow me to shine in this spin.

The greater the fear, the greater the win.

A child steps into this realm and the confidence is pouring out of them. Its so immense that its palpable, in the energetic sense, hence the folk wisdom that says:

“It takes a hundred of the Adulterated, making all the rabble they can, to fill a home with the spark that one child brings in”.

Tell me, my friend, has a truer word ever been said? The above expresses, in a nutshell, my entire gripe with the Game and to what I call your attention because why is the process of deadening that turns a fresh fruit to a twig that is then chopped and edited into a form fitting toothpick not questioned? Why does everyone accept it? Do you remember, back when, when you first comprehended that those folks you claimed your parents were, too, once children? I do and then promptly had my first existential crisis as a time most were still rocking Pampers. Thats the Game, my friend, thats the Game. I remember looking at them with a newfound sense of vision that possessed such immense clarity and depth that only two words could suffice to bring it to their attention:

“What happened?“.

Cue blank stares and obfuscation. The fear had won the Game, for them, and I said this is something I will fight against, no matter the consequence and meant it as I live my lyrics. Cue a hundred different types of whipping and things beyond the retinue of polite conversation for to rebel without a pause as you Know you’ve found the cause is something quite amazing. And yet, this is what lead Van Gogh to blow out his brains and many others lapse into addiction as they try their best to ignore the call from within and are determined to life the live, unexamined, as they place one foot in front of the next – just like their parents – on the psychosocial treadmill that turns life into the realm into a slow death sentence that is handed out in increments. My, that took a turn for the dark, didn’t it? Don’t mind me, I’m just sprinkling seeds for roses to bloom once they’ve cracked that concrete pavement in your head as I aim at your chest for that is where the inner child that listens rests and, right now, they’re nodding their head in agreement because you know this is the call to adventure for which you’ve been waiting. What is preventing your ascent?

Fear, my friend.

I’ve said before that one must embrace the pain to win the Game otherwise you will be manipulated by it, no end, as this realm is red in tooth and claw as billions of lives attest. People who are under the most effective brainwashing will never, ever question the narrative as they are totally certain the voice in their head is them. Is that so? Tell me, my friend, if that is the case then who is the one that listens?

The Witness aka the way to liberation from the tyranny of ignorance that is foist upon the helpless by wicked men whose influence extends beyond this realm. This is what you must wrestle with, best and gain control of your Soul from in your personal exodus because the land that is promised actually exists beneath your neck and is filled with more wonder and splendor than you can currently imagine as you’re numbed and dumbed down via a life of trauma programming. I really want you to peel this onion even though the fume may appear caustic because if you’re an Eighties jit like me then think of the collective trauma you’ve Witnessed on top of the personal as we came from a time when the racism was blatant, the walls were dipped in lead paint and safe spaces were regularly invaded as the world seemed hell bent on a crusade to defile every shred of innocence. You could say the modern times are a total counterswing that was designed to miss the mid aka becoming Centered in Self as when everyone gets a medal it doesn’t mean that you all win. Far from it as it reps standing and celebrating with a bunch of losers which is as harsh as it is authentic. My pills may taste bitter on the lips but the honey glow unfolds within if you’re one of the 8% capable of digesting what I said. Lets break it down like this:

A child steps in with a celestial mission etched in their chest. Some know, off rip, others need a bit of prompting to discover it as they try on various sizes of outfits in a quest to hone their skills. Before this can get in full swing you are bundled off with the rest of the space cadets into the open arms of the concentration camp wing of the System. If you Thunk brainwashing isn’t effective I want you to recollect that people, back when, threw their babies into the molten fires of Moloch and incinerated them for blessings. Same process, different method as this ones a slow burn, like Bieber played at eight hundred percent less speed to create an avant-garde masterpiece. Haven’t you ever wondered why each child wants to “Know” but keeps hearing “No!” with a cross face and threat of removing the affection and protection they’re craving? There is a reason I call these spells Devilish, my friend, as the intent that cooked them up and unleashed them on the nation is the same Slave/Masters I’ve previously mentioned who are like the chefs of hells kitchen that excel in cooking frogs, whilst living. Lets keep it Kermit:

You Know exactly what I’ve said because you can feel it in your chest, correct? Well, what are you gonna do about it? The greater the fear, the greater the win so if you can walk with the common man and not give one single F about what the world says then yours is the world, my friend, and everything in it which is ironic because from beginning till end and beyond this realm it all plays out inside your consciousness. Remember what I said about the Witness aka the one attuned with the Psylense? Get familiar with it and you won’t need to read what I sent as you’ll live your own lyrics and share them with the rest with the each one, teach one mindset that is the exact opposite of the Mind Made Prison that feels comfortingly fresh with its familiar newness as you were, once upon a when, the living embodiment of Inner Sense that was then Adulterated by a cold and unfeeling System that needs to condition you to accept such worldwide madness as not just the way it is but the only sane option. Tell me that doesn’t sound crazed, my friend?

The Matrix is such a thing that, once it has a grip, it will never, ever relent and keep trying to stuff you back in the Reality Tunnel you once dug, without question. Thing is its like noticing a magicians trick where he tries to misdirect your attention as the theatricality and deception are no longer powerful agents once you’ve been initiated into the shadows depth that hides your true shine and its what we all, secretly and in private, are mourning and craving. The world as it stands is a totem to our ignorance because its all for sale, in the end, but like Midas, don’t expect the glint to pass your lips and change a thing within as it simply cannot happen. The only solution I’ve found is the quest for liberation. Sure, along the way we meet those who may attempt to dissuade from this but if we see them as teachers that point at our weakness we have actually found something akin to spiritual GPS that ensures you develop strength a pace you can handle then there is no failure, only feedback. Sure, this may go against the grain of the flesh with its DNA Commands embedded that say things like:

“Toward pleasure, away from pain”.

As various things attempt to masturbate your emotions with egoic tricks but that post nut clarity is a bish which is why many only ever face it in death when they go head to head with the faceless and lose, again, as this is a battle they should have fought whilst living in order to have leveled up enough to knock out the ferryman that demands his tuppence for a one way ticket back to this realm. Ignorance is expensive, my friend, and we Warriors cannot afford such a dalliance. Let the dead bury the dead with their platitudes of ignorance as they take measured steps around the psychosocial treadmill that was built and devised by a certain architect for just such a reason because:

How many times do you think you’ve read this text? That is a deeper topic and, like I previously mentioned, the real big bang is when sperm meets egg so why do you suspect that nature, most miserly generous, expends such an immense amount of energetics per ejaculation? Ponder this, if you will and see what the black mirror reveals to one who gets that its impossible for anything else to exist without his presence. This world is a side effect, my friend. You are Prime cause of all of this but if they can wrap that gnosis in paper of dread that is covered with arcane symbols that wield threat then avert your imagination and skill into creating a world that aims to trick and pimp your awareness to look anywhere but within then its a perfect poison, yes?

Van Gogh lived, and died, on his terms. Nowadays we call him a legend, a one of one, an original inspiration of the authentic in a world of counterfeits that pretend. And yet, right now, there are 8 billion capable of exceeding and excelling far beyond him. If only they’ll comprehend that the beast that feasts upon them and issues its messages via the voice in their head isn’t something to be heeded but challenged then they might Know the Ledge. I doubt it but I hope for the best. As it stands, in my estimation, only 8% are truly ready, willing and capable to take up this challenge whilst the rest are quite content in the velvet lined rut of ignorance that passes for an existence when, in reality, its subsistence as they kneel at the feet of midgets, as instructed, and wonder why their true form manifests pains in the rear end and back problems. Emancipate your Self from mental Slavery, none but your Self can free your mind as expecting a savior to swoop in and save everything is the worlds greatest deception as the billions of Souls that have lived and died waiting for such a thing attest. For what, in the end, are you waiting? Life makes a killing in deadening the potential of all who step in as your energetics and true potential are syphoned by a predator of consciousness that pretends to be you. If nothing else take this sentiment and use it like the lens from They Live and tell me if it doesn’t go hammertime on the nail which was sticking out like a splinter in your awareness. What comes next is a process of introspection in which you use the contrast of the newly smoothed surface and compare it to the pure Inner Sense you once possessed before a swift bit of Spot the Difference causes the Adulterated aspect to be ejected as you reprogram your internal OS.

The greater the fear, the greater the win and there are countless lives that stand in testament to this axiom as the best place to hide your true strength is behind that which you won’t admit you dread. Embrace the pain to win the Game.

Till we meet again

“I hate my boss, he’s a straight up prick. Always micromanaging and riding dick, pause, if I didn’t need my job I’d put hands on him like “Bish! I know how to salt the fries, I did the McTraining as well!” said the fledgling food service technician in this example. Your opposition tells your level of development and overall mission as well. What do I mean by this? Simple:

Some of us step into this realm with an immense spiritual mission that is, first and foremost, the reason for our incarnation. Thing is this world is in the grip of some really dark things that don’t wish the operation to be spoiled or tampered with as its so important and special to ensure the orbits of the planets are mirrored in every day events for the herd that carries their weights around their necks. They, via their agents – which may even be your parents, your friends, those with whom you live or the partners you mingle – have their own counter mission which is to ensure your goal doesn’t manifest. Seem far fetched? Look at the lives of various prophets, some great men (and women) and countless billions that are never mentioned or were struck from the record (Reich, for example) and you’ll see what I mean about the level of what goes against your intent offers a hint of your true potential and overall mission. Mine is nothing less than to flip turn the Game on its head but only those willing to lose their preconditioned and programmed minds can ever hope of coming to their senses hence only 8% of the populace is capable of decoding this wavelength.

Its why I’ve used the metaphor of coals and diamonds, again and again, because only those who have felt the pain can attest that its the reason why they glisten. Seen from that lens these Opponents are actually a gift, teachers – from a Warriors lens – as what they bring to the table creates a reason to glimpse within and recollect your mission in comparison to the rest that are set adrift on memory bliss as they start conversations with “Remember when?” as the best is behind them but they dare not admit they’re caught in a Matrix that uses their five senses and whats stuck in their head to enSlave them. Thats the 81%. The other 11% are what I mentioned as those who are akin to agents that are best seen as proffers of obscure wisdom from a strange perspective that keeps one thinking and fresh as what they use against is actually akin to shining a flashlight on your potential enlightenment. The rub is you must be willing to walk into the darkness to seek it. Let me give you an example from the life I’ve lived:

Since I stepped in various forms and cliques have been scheming to bring my life to an end. The attempts have been subtle as well as quite blatant and its happened so often that I stopped counting, back when, and started paying attention to the context instead because they are nothing more, nothing less, than figments of my awareness I project ergo “What can they teach me about my Self?” is the question. It certainly feels amusing to know that there are a crew of people, well spread, that sit around dissecting my preferences and trends in order to tamper with my awareness. Its really nothing different from the same tech they use to create the algo which keeps you clicking except its more personal with them because it seems they’re holding a balance from a previous incarnation they want to deal with and thus offer the prize of promotion to anyone who manages to trap me in the web they spin. Come not here, you sneaky spiders, eh?

The ironic thing is that had I been left to my own devices I wonder if I’d have clicked all this and thus leveled up to gain the skills or was their interference the genesis of a nemesis (as a school teacher once said) that is a constant cause of pain for them due to the fact I’m still breathing. Thats how pearls are formed, you know? Maybe there is another angle of manifestation to the whole coal and diamond thing and we’re all actually suffering due to the fixed perspectives we glimpse with little consideration of the rest? I do try and step outside my (false) self on a regular basis because that is empathy at its best and what I find curious is the question:

If I’m aligned to the divine then what does that say about them?

Obviously we all do what we Thunk is best but only the Warrior removes that lens to see what actually is versus unchecked programming and that is truly thinking, my friend. Accept nothing less in this world of sin where simulation and simulacra is the way it is because we’re dealing with lies of flesh draped over a skeleton of illusion within which pumps the lifeblood of confusion and, to all of this, your consciousness is tethered for duration of your life sentence in this carbon based prison built around the model of six, six, six. “O, hell!” said one, as it clicked whilst zero beamed back a “Hello!”, not knowing. Or maybe he did and the roles were reversed? That much is irrelevant because, in the mid, there is one that is and isn’t, at the same instance. Thats a pretty weird way of being, non dual, thats akin to Schroedeingers radioactive kitten that dwells in a sense of timelessness. Much like children, yes? Inner Sense I call it. This is what “Remember when?” is calling and then mangling through filters of perception and layers of programming as we all secretly crave that freedom and keeping this light glowing has been my calling for this incarnation in order to lead by example and show others this is an option so I thank the Slave/Masters and their hidden hand, well dressed, in making this possible. I truly couldn’t have done it without them and all they do helps me win so it certainly seems my teachers are rooting for me in this, my final spin in the Game we all play using our Souls as credits.

If you’ve had a tough life then take stock of the narrative in your head then ask your (false) Self:

“Is this a coal or diamond talking?“.

If its the former, recognize the tells and how it manipulates your consciousness. The latter will feel quite different and use this to string together a new vision by seeing what you gained from all of this because whatever happened to make your energetics different to those plugged in can truly hide a gift once you master the fears its dressed in. Delve beneath the surface, spend some time alone and reflect, get out of your head and into your chest. Try bouncing on your feet for forty five minutes then standing perfectly still for the same time as well and see what happens to your consciousness. The results of this alone can be outstanding because it shows how little control most people have over their own awareness and if you aren’t the boss of this then what else but Slave describes you best? The Warrior is them who declares war on the (false) self they were conditioned to accept via the System and thus we rep a threat to the forces that hold this realm in their grip so take their oppression and use it to perfect instead by realizing the present moment is the gift as its truly infinite and extends beyond this dimension, far back to your Prime, your point of origin that many are seeking but sending self addressed envelopes to an unlisted building on a distant island called the plane of confusion where various forces are beasting, feeding on the attention and suffering, and that, my friend, is the one of the secrets of the Matrix.

Till we meet again

Remember those pics that were all the trend, once upon a when? With a magical eye and some concentration you’d notice something that was initially hidden and now seems evident. Your friend, standing next to you, would scratch his head and say he doesn’t get it. Why do I mention this? Simple, its a great metaphor for life because a) we’re inside a fractal and b) the freedom of interpretation is based upon your current wavelength and resolution as well as the various perceptual filters you’ve been programmed with which provide their own tint.

On a whim I was checking out some vids online about why so and sos gods were actually fallen angels, pretending, and then I checked out the opposite perspective and it was quite amusing when you do a bit of comparative contrasting, especially if you already know a little bit about both texts. Isn’t the fact that this can happen in this realm absolutely fascinating? How it hints at many things being predicated upon our consciousness is mind blowing and yet this simple detail is one most of them miss. To me its the only thing worth pursuing because if one wished to reverse engineer this reality and retrace their steps in its a pretty decent thing to check as its always constant.

Of course, for many, this is a bridge too far and something they won’t even think of entertaining whereas for me, at my current level of ignorance, its the best option to invest in because I believe consciousness is not of this realm and is pre-existing. Not only this but we are it and, like water frozen in a jug, it takes the shape of what is presenting. Dreams are a great way of reality testing this hypothesis as we see the outline of the process, in full effect, as well as how slick it is with presenting info to our senses that we mistake as a narrative that is real and then buy in to our illusion with some swiftly manufactured proof for the lies we tell. Taken to its logical conclusion you have the hazy realm of the schizophrenic who may just be seeing something with his third eye vision that perceives at a depth beyond the average well trained kitten that is plugged into the Matrix and programmed to see what they expect. Actually, that reminds me:

An open challenge to all you hypnotists out there, reading, to see if you can replicate this urban legend.

A man invited a wordsmith to sling spells of influence at a party for kids in order to provide some amusement via their friends doing their best renditions of a chicken. Why is it always a chicken? Well, that is very interesting because whilst there are always cries of them being in on it and faking it for attention there are various blips that make one pause and reflect. For example, once the switch is flicked it appears impossible to reject the suggestions as they feel compelled to execute them with a zeal that would make the MK Ultra wing of the government do backflips. Second if you call their name (aka the Cocktail Party effect) there is no response or recognition. Third once you bring them back out of trance and ask them they often say “I felt like a chicken”.

What I suspect is happening is that the suggestions overload the logical, day to day, shell Game of the voice in your head that moves like a needle on a record of your recollections and switches the disc to whatever the hypnotist says. In this case you’re playing the greatest hits of finger licking greatness whilst still in its natural state of resonance. Just like we believe our dreams whilst having them and its only getting back to a higher frame of reference that makes them seem ridiculous I posit its the Self same thing happening here. In that respect we are all in a state of hypnosis, twenty four/seven, and thats the biggest trick about being human. I mean, imagine you went to bed and saw a vision in which you were a baby, then a kid and it just kept continuing each night as you rested. After a while how would you tell which was real and authentic versus a figment of your imagination?

Getting back to the challenge:

The man in question related a tale that went like this:

“The hypnotist rendered my daughter invisible. I genuinely could not see her but its what he did next that blew my brains to smithereens as he took the watch off his wrist and held it up behind her and had me read the engraving, which I did”.

Let the implications of that sink in and tell me if it doesn’t vibe well with all I’ve said about being in a simulation that is predicated on consciousness and you are the only playa in this realm with everyone else being projected figments of your imagination. OK, for many that isn’t so much as a bridge too far but a whole plane, train and automobile adventure whilst others may even think that a mind that suggests this is worse than Hitler or, quite possibly, even the Devil:

Thats the Reality Tunnel, in full effect, my friend! Now, the above experiment has never been replicated, as far as I can tell but lets see who can make it happen as its implications are earth shaking if it can be reproduced again and again, yes? Once thing that has been tested is when people are given suggestions they are in the pain the same brain regions activate and people who simply imagine shooting free throws or weight lifting get better results than a control group in a sample so this ties neatly back in with what I said about the power of consciousness. I, personally, have imperienced what I can only class as the crack cocaine of hypnosis that was doled out by an adept of the occult aspects in order to facilitate and adjustment of my script as I rejected the previous version and was hell bent on uncovering the traumatic aspects of my life and their repression as I was delving into the shadow and, it seems, someone didn’t like this and set out to intervene. Amusingly enough the folks with these skills had me surrounded as they masqueraded as friends and were pushing me in certain directions I wanted nothing to do with hence Slave/Masters describes them best but thats by the by in this topic as we’re more concerned with mundane elements and not the speculative and operative skills that some possess. Thats an interesting spell, by and of itself, isn’t it?

YOU ARE NOW BREATHING MANUALLY

What about all those ads that say that and this is inevitable for a certain percent of the populace or the promise of death from COVID as you were sheltering at home in conditions most unusual? They say the subconscious is best manipulated by trauma, repetition and symbols. What do the images of Americas emergency services bring swimming into your head, unprompted? Amazing, isn’t it?

Taking it to another level, when you watch a flick via the tell lie vision your brain can’t tell between the fake and authentic plus its already shifted into an altered state of awareness whilst being open to subconscious influence as well. Ever looked around at your fam on Christmas after they’re stuffed and filled in front of the set? They look glazed and half baked. Could the soaps be brain washing? Look what Sex & the City did to a generation when it came to salad tossing and the other links between women staying single as they now believed they could have their cake, eat it, remain thin, ride the carousel and then be swept of the Blahniks by a sweet prince as they ride off into the sunset. Whole load of proto cat ladies got a bitter wake up call from this but we’re veering off the topic now because the dark side of the freedom of interpretation is covert brain washing aka the erection of a Reality Tunnel that was passed down as your family heritage gained from a string of parents that never did the Knowledge then looked within and asked the hard questions about why the hell they’re on Earth, wearing flesh and walking round a planet as they were too busy sprinting on the psychosocial treadmill that tells them:

“Do as we said and you’ll get what was promised… Eventually”.

Even though that program has rarely manifested the results people wanted but they’re too busy buying tickets for distractions and coping mechanisms to check their own real world mileage and if, maybe, just maybe, their GPS is flawed and sending them on a wild goose chase whilst fleecing them of the golden egg of their potential. Like I said, its a deep topic thats worth pondering because nine out of ten I’ve met don’t like the current version of themselves but few recognize the concepts are all in their head and thus can be reprogrammed and optimized from within in order to feel something else and that, at the end of the day, is what we’re all craving as we are nothing more than energy in motion.

Till we meet again