Drugs, Drinks and Distractions

Can you imagine how a square watermelon would feel? It was born as a seed that was filled with limitless potential which was then placed within a cubic construction that was invisible and told to “Run, Schlepper, Run!“. The reason for this mix is quite intriguing as it allows the vital sunlight to pour in but when this meets whats growing it will, eventually, bump into some limits that shape how its forming. This, my friend, is the modern human condition and the reason why I’ve said you’re within the Mind Made Prison to all that will listen and pondering their feelings to trace the true cause of discontent. The rest Thunk its best to do as the voice in their head says and yell at someone else whilst calling them the problem. Funny, isn’t it, how few of them seem to click that the only true constant in all of their situations is themselves. Like I said, the MMP won’t let you know what you don’t know you don’t know is off limits so it a Game of three halves, innit?

Its the secret reason why drugs sell as well as they do and why those with the most power and influence in this realm deal in them. What? You didn’t think that former pirates turned bootleggers now masquerading as governments would leave that cash cow unrinsed, did you? Its true, the head of HSBC (which was formed to flip opium profits for the British) is on record saying thats how it is as well as a wealth of other research and common sense you’ll never see on the front pages of any rag as an exclusive as they are told what to print in order to keep the narrative impressed. These are the bars of the Mind Made Prison and they are mostly invisible to those locked within a constant barrage of suggestions aimed at manipulating them on an energetic level of influence. Square watermelons. Feelsee the pic in your head and chest and imagine how they felt knowing that something is very, very wrong with all of this but they can’t quite put their finger on it because they look and act just like their friends, parents and those enticing celebs on TV that sell images of lives they don’t truly live in a realm where everyone is putting on a performance because the clowns sent them in to wear a coat of ignorance over their unfinite awareness that is the all of everything.

What do you get? I’ll let you tell it…

The seed knew this well without any lessons or impressions from the school of concentration which encamped them when forming. Instead they learned about the life ahead of being shaped and packed then placed on shelves for the benefits of a race they don’t even suspect had a hand in the plans in order to make them easier to handle. Unpack that for a bit then check back in as we check out the limits inside your head that you are subtly beginning to notice.

Alcohol is the most common drug, no actually, caffeine is and it works a little something like this:

Because the cage is inside your head its literally a mental vibration and when this little hit goes flying through the watermelons system its internal pressure increases as it pushes against the limit by increasing its resting pace which feels quite thrilling as it hints at the potential they secretly suspect but don’t know how to access at will. Thing is the piper demands you pay the bill and if you knew where the bucks for the star went you may question your investment in this national supplement which makes the tills ring as it causes the adrenaline to dump in to your system so you can best run that treadmill that demands your ignorance and acceptance of the ridiculous to function. Getting back to the drink:

“These sprits are demonic, I tell thee!” said the ex-alkie in the grip of profound DTs as pink elephants danced into his vision with some very convincing hallucinations as he quivered like a well trained epileptic. The sheer levels of implications about this statement would take a couple of thousand words of text to detail so I’ll let you fill in the details whilst we consider this instead:

Imagine, if you will, for a moment that the watermelon becomes a drankamelon instead. The limits of resonance between the hue of its natural skin and these cubic exoskeleton melt, for a moment, and it gets to chill. There are varying types of effects from this change in wavelength and it depends on what chafed most against the edge and now pops into their attention. Thats why some melons get silly and grin whilst others act leery and violent as well as the reason why so many have said “I can’t remember what I did” as they scratch their heads and attempt to recollect.

Imagine if I handed you a sketch to fill in and it was off a square watermelon that partially transcends the limits all around them. At some points there is more where there was less and these inks will slink off into the distance once the old habit snaps to attention, yes? Same principle here as memory is state dependent and its all about your CNS as that can hide the stress of hiding stress so well that people will smile and grin saying they feel perfect whilst, quietly, something within is screaming for their attention. Thats the difference between Inner Sense and Adulteration as the former does what it says on the tin and the latter holds 81% of the planet in its grip. Square watermelons aka Slaves who accepted the programming without checking if it truly is in their best interests and thus failed to develop free will as they Thunk they need to keep paying the bills to afford to chill before getting up and doing it again. Between the see saw of these two hits doth most of the population swing and consider it perfectly normal. Which it is but only because you don’t know the true intent of that spell, who cast it and to what end. Remember, the cage is invisible but felt, nonetheless.

Heroin, and its derivatives, is akin to being raised in a glass shell that was fragmented in one aspect so there was some natural overspill. Thing is it hurts like a bish and thats where that sweet brown dragon steps in and says “Ho, ho, ho! You’re mine now! Strap in, next stop – someplace else” And off you jet. Instead of the regular pain of knowing you’re inside a frame that doesn’t fit but actually limits your potential like the rest you have the added benefit of sensing a really jagged edge beyond which there is an immense taste of freedom. Thing is crossing that bridge is nigh on impossible because it hurts to much to attempt and this is where the dragon steps in because it can take you on the trip. For a price. Just ask an addict and see what they said. I did and its my thanks to all of them for their heartfelt responses and willingness to Know the Ledge as these words are based on their testament. Lets reign it in a bit. Nothing wrong with a spliff, yes?

Those THs mixed with some Cs are really quite pleasing to those square watermelon peeps as they allow them to feel free with such a huge sense of release that it almost feels like being a seed. The amount of things that come with ease that were blocked previously is astounding as they feel much more serene, clear and free. Creativity is through the roof, the simple bliss of life reigns supreme and there is a marked appreciation for comedy as they look at the world as it is and think it would be very different if all were prescribed this chill pill. Weed is a funny thing because, like many things in Watermelon Land, it absorbs the sun that shines in with its pure consciousness and thus what they ingest is specific vibrations made dense that cause resultant shifts in awareness in those who ingest. Its why some of them won’t eat pig whilst others think snails are delish as well as various other blips and limits that people use to define themselves. Someplace else there are so mystic types that have looked, at depth, into this and realized they too could generate a similar hit without placing their lips on a bong and chiefing. I mean, just take a look at it. Its too close to be a coincidence, yes?

For them, and us, I suspect, the best thing about this is it almost totally causes the glass cage to melt and the melon (now wrecked) feels a much deeper sense of connection and presence with the liquid within that is steadily flowing and raising off the edge as steam which links in with the sun of higher consciousness that is shining through the limits that were only ever inside their heads which were housed within a square shell they’d been trained into accepting at a time when they were impressionable. Many a stonermelon comes up with this and, for a few – after a while, this prospect makes their pips rattle. They call it a bad trip. Whitey in full effect as they feel like puking at the true nature of the trap they’re within as it peeks around the corner and looks at their senses. This is what happens when what you know you know gets hit in the dish by what you didn’t know you didn’t know (or even suspected) and its not quite pleasant. Its why you have seen life long tokers suddenly pack it in because:

“Its not worth the head trip. Can’t even chill any more as its puff, puff, straight to paranoid with no two hundred notes collected. Shame, I really miss it though” he said, raising a drink instead.

Can you imagine you flick from the consciousness that says:

“Yay! I’m me! I’m amazing! I’m the center of everything. I’m different! I’m going to show them! They won’t know what hit em! Yay!“.

To:

“Ah, man I can’t believe that rent. Its doing my head in and my boss is a prick. Recently my girlfriend has been acting like a bish all because I had a friend around to chill. She’s such a trip, always suspecting things when nothings happening. That reminds me….”

Before lighting up a spliff and getting a “WYD?” text from the girl mentioned:

“Its all so sweet, I feel this intense resonance and connection that was otherwise missing and she, I really think she gets it. This could be interesting, lets call her over and see what happens”.

And it turns out she chiefs so much she should be an Indian but isn’t keen on receiving genocidal threats from those intent on land theft and leaves our man hanging as she rolls one after another of the highest grade and says to him:

“Like, have you ever wondered why we’re square? I mean really think about it. I distinctly remember being young, as a kid, and I was totally spherical. I used to enjoy rolling around. Do you remember this?”.

He did but that Knowledge was locked in the pips and all the weed used to do for him was help him forget the shell, the case and them as well as he’d focus on the relative freedom of the pulp within that floats like liquid and provides a balm to his senses with its intense resonance to the high flying, brightly shining pure consciousness that floats in.

I mean, can you imagine? It would be enough to make anyone pack it in as it sounds too much like a trip to the nearest mental asylum as the paranoia is so intense that you can sense there is a very large problem with all of this and weight of this is so immense that the pips themselves start squeaking at the entire prospect of having to do it again. And again. And again. And again till one of them gets its an figures out an alternative.

If that isn’t as close to hell as you can get then I don’t know what is. The trick with the devil is that he makes it look so attractive because 8 out of ten melons will accept the Game for what it is without any questions whereas less than one Knows the Ledge and the opposite thinks its best to keep it hidden as they like the profits that jingle from the rest, plugged in, that will pay for drugs, drinks and distractions in order to escape the pain of whats inside their heads and limits their presence via a set of programs and tricks that are invisible as they are powerful when it comes to influence. Someone who knows this well is a schizomelon. Them fools are crazy! Crazy like a fox in the sense that that codes the spell of six, six, six within ergo in its attempts to Know the Ledge they overshot and fell into pit of psychoanalysis. By the way, have you noticed how many of those labels in this field have sexual links? From the rear end mentioned (who attempts to send you on head trips) to psycho who wants a keep your tryst a secret as he Fs with your awareness like a mental rapist. It makes you think, doesn’t it? Anywhen:

Imagine if you take the power of one glass cage that was draped around the formerly round shell of a watermelon that was kept in optimal resonance with the rest around him in order to keep its structure invisible with plenty of socially sanctioned distractions and methods of keeping them plugged in and magnify this in intensely by a billion as its now created around the edge of each seed within as your consciousness bounces between heaven and hell whilst Witnessing angels who may just be demons and other forms you are certain are in on it and the more you mention it the more they pump the drugs in in an effort to keep you silent. Thats how it is being a schizomelon. Something the dude next to him that bought a return ticket to the Mind Made Prison doesn’t suspect because for him taking a trip on the scales of awareness via his magically mushroomular friend is pleasurably intense. Although he has heard some reps that say it can be akin to going to hell in a handbasket if you don’t know whats coming or were barely keeping it all together before ingesting these curious modulators of consciousness that are steeped in myth and legend whilst growing around the planet. He is of a more philosophical bent, comprehend? And thus ready and willing to listen on FM to what I’ve said about the nature of the square watermelon but the saddest part is because of the way this kicks the cage remains almost entirely invisible to him as he never developed the skills to voluntarily leave it. In that respect it goes like this:

(A mind in a cell prepares to make a break for freedom)

[Mushrooms are ingested with some intention setting thrown in]

[The awareness of the trippermelon suddenly realizes its actually the sun that shines on this whole thing and in this moment of resonance it can shift its awareness between all of the realms it simultaneously exists in]

(The end)

He now returns to his regularly scheduled programming and gets back to doing what he did before the trip. That outer limit thats set within is a bit of slippery bish to spot as it pulls its tricks and I found it amusing that those who knew a taste of freedom were also the slowest to admit that there is something that holds their mind in this Pattern of tension that shifts to let freedom reign instead after they’d ingested their fungi friend. Some of them did acquiesce to breathe in and out for an intense forty five minutes and see what happened. That changed their mind, pretty quick, as its akin to breaking out of a maximum security prison in which the guards look like you because they’re figments of your imagination in fancy dress that keep yelling things in your head and playing with your awareness in order to discourage you from doing this because, for them, its the end of the hustle as its akin to taking a broken spark plug and throwing it at a window which then shatters into a billion pieces. After a period of acclimatization (in which its apparently quite easy to misstep and become a schizophrenic if the cage reforms itself due to you not being Centered in Self and Knowing the Ledge) you are round, once again, and back in the land of Inner Sense and its from here that I’m typing as all the addicts in question that contributed their perspectives when asked to reality test within a framework of coaching provided the proof positive I needed about this realm because if the blueprint is nigh on identical in each one of their heads and they’ve all passed through the influence of the System then its a pretty decent working hypothesis via which to find true freedom, yes?

Obviously the reaction I’ve had from those that tried to off my on switch is akin to adding sprinkles to something already quite delicious as it shows the tree upon which this bark rests may just be the one that fed us with that tainted apple of awareness that now slithers in and says “Say, don’t you think putting Siri in your iris would be quite swell? Open up, let us in!” with its offers of augmentation and whats next on the planet of square watermelons and their various addictions. Actually I’m going to trim this one here as a lot has been said but there are plenty of other substances I could mentioned along with their effects and how they relate to the square watermelon within their embrace who wishes to change his state by whatever is in its grip but its more interesting if you use your imagination as you now have a vital step in the framework of Knowing the Ledge:

Discernment.

You can tell when you’re feelseeing watermelon man and when the cage is kicking in as you’re pressed to the limit. The most amusing thing is the most powerful way I’ve found of meeting it is what I call the White Room imperience. Hoo! That one has them screaming and itching real quick as it becomes painfully obvious they’re not comfortable in their skin without any distractions so you teetotal do gooders are actually no different when it comes to this construction as its so cleverly built that its totally invisible and yet still felt by all within this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits.

So, whats its going to be, watermelon man? Ignorance or Knowing the Ledge?

81/11/8.

Get in where you fit in… The Slaves lxve their coping mechs but will rage against anyone who points out why they’re needed is due to their square lives, inauthentic, whilst their Masters rub their palms with glee at the depth of their trickery which further chains those who believe they’re free. That leaves you and me. The 8% capable of decoding the wavelength and gnosis that beyond getting Centered in Self and Doing the Knowledge the rest is irrelevant because its all window dressing to keep you coming back to this realm again. And again. And again.

What? You Thunk its the first time you’ve read this text?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

They Need You to Believe

Following on from the previous thread that read:

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

They need you to believe.

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

Nobody will believe if you reveal the real!

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

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

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

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

“Stay lightly dozing with your third eye open”.

As that is when the magic happens, dig:

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

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

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

“Can you imagine not existing?”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They need you to believe. Peep Game:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What then?

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

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

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

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

“Are these my thoughts?”.

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

Till we meet again

Have You Ever Seen a Square Watermelon?

The seed contains the form. Its known all along as its a reflection the Prime cause that springs forth to the Earth in order to perform a role in the world. Lets take a watermelon for example because they can offer us a unique insight into this predicament which the Slaves exist within but can’t see nor are they instructed to think about the process that’s been at play, with its subtle and obvious influence, since they were kids in order to divorce them from their Inner Sense and thus generate another denizen for the Valley of the Plebs by rearranging their script to fit the concept.

Have you ever seen a square watermelon? No? Well, they do exist. Someone came up with the idea in order to make them more efficient to pack and ship with less potential for damage and breakage. That combined with the fact that novelty sells and its different so they experimented with various tactics before settling on placing limits around it during crucial stages of development by squaring the circle and the end result is this:

For a moment, imagine you were that watermelon. You came to this realm with everything you could be already penned in your shell that was designed to allow you to expand and fill your potential. But onto the stage a villain did slip, dressed black as pitch with a vision that shifts down to a narrow slit as he thinks:

“There are no straight lines in nature, only curves exist. I don’t like the sound of this”.

And thus he attempts to “remedy a problem” by exerting his will upon the ignorant and defenseless who, at that point especially, need nurture and protection so they may build the most stable of foundations. After all, a trees strength is in its roots as this is what allows its leaves to dance in the wind and the sun to kiss the fruits swinging but, as you can sense, we long, long ago left the all natural realm and are now surrounded by tech that further divides us from ourselves, in the name of entertrainment. That is another lecture so back to the one in hand:

The seed is placed in an all together unnatural environment made of perspex and, for a while at least, things go as they did when it wasn’t a captive, subject to anothers intent, as the cube is relatively big. It is fed, sheltered and provided with all the things needed in order to facilitate its development but once it gets to a certain point it bumps in to these invisible borders placed around the edge. There is nothing in the script to account for this as this could never happen naturally so what do you think its says to itself as it strains to fit in to a limitation it can neither see nor comprehend but feels with every inch of its being?

It all depends on the temperament. See, not all melons are the same within. Some are sweet, some are laden with seeds, others a bit sharp and a few are overflowing with vinegar and pith due to the raging battles they’ve experienced in order to manifest in this realm. Most of them give in. Its the path of least resistance when encountering an obstacle. They’ll push up against it then think “Maybe its for the best” and fall back in line with the script that was quickly inked in to their manifesto of existence by forces hitherto unacknowledged and thus this little melon is entirely unaware of the truth of who and where it is. They pop out well, really great looking novel specimens that will certainly fly off the shelves as consumers indulge their whim for something that seems different but lets take a moment and think:

How do you imagine that melon feels about its existence? Surely there would be some kind of nagging emptiness, a feeling of not being fulfilled nor matching the potential you sense within. There would be dim recollections of what was needed to fit in and the stress this brings but most of them will blank this out as there is a drive in them which is the same as men that says “Away from pain, towards pleasure” and upon this is built everything in this realm. Others would look around and be proud to be formed in his image:

“Look at me” they said “I am a unique specimen“.

Yes, just like the rest sitting on a shelf as an efficient symbol of capitalism and its triumph over natural things as the world swings into the new order of the age. There would’ve been a few that couldn’t take the process. They snapped as their skin was thin. For the engineers this is part and parcel of the equation. After all you can’t make an omelette without cracking a few eggs so they clean up the mess and place another seed in to the same shell that killed one of its friends. There are a few, however, that rebel, call it due to their inheritance, the nature of free will, an innate strength or whatever else you think but they know something is up from the moment they’re placed in an artificial environment designed to mimic the light of the sun as there are ranges of the spectrum missing.

In a sense these proto-melons are already sentient and due to the script etched within that says “We will take that and this and those to grow by photosynthesis thanks to portions of information that beams in to this realm by the sun” and it swiftly compares this with a grow light in a warehouse with artificially regulated environment, a feed that is missing so many vital nutrients as well as a slew of chemicals thrown in order to assist the development due to all that is lacking. These seeds are aware of the jig and so its over for them because when they expand and meet the edge they think with a grin “So, here you are. My Opponent” and then a battle of wills sets in as they push with all their might against the invisible cage they were placed within in order to satisfy anothers whims and so they totally reject all they tried to impress upon them because its strictly liberty or death in their heads.

Sometimes they crack, other times they shed their fake skin and its imposed limitations in order to triumph but their victory is short lived as the System rejects them as they are in the business of selling square things. “This one is a threat. Where did he get such strength? Who does he think he is?” they ponder as they take notes and reinforce their design to ensure another doesn’t fly over the cuckoos nest.

Now, lets pretend that instead of being hemmed in to an artificial set of limitations placed around them when developing there was a super secret experimental program that did the opposite. It aimed to make the watermelon multi dimensional. A hyper sphere, if you will. Visualizing this isn’t simple so its probably easier to imagine the relative leap in depth between the inhabitants of Flatland where life is Two D suddenly gaining a new edge and an extra dimension. Yeah, that about describes it.

There are many failed attempts in this process. The melons explode, the seeds spray and all the effort that went in is used to build a report on the conditions of what works and what didn’t. Then they try again. And again. And again. With zero consideration for the samples. Why would they? They’re already laughing all the way to the bank with the square melon enterprises because you can’t keep them on the shelves so no one knows what being round is. But they feel it. Oh yes, they do. Some of them pick up on the clues that these straight edges and lines they’re forced to color within aren’t exactly natural. Others will maintain their rigidity to their last breath as they scream “We are exactly as intended, you heathens. Can’t you read? We’re made in his image!“. Even though their life and death is marked by immense amounts of stress within and a huge sense that feels like its missing something.

It doesn’t matter though. No one listens. See, these sentient melons are all hypnotized by the screen for it shapes them in its own deal and they believe what they see whilst being trained to ignore what they feel. There are murmurs and rumors of an elite team that does despicable things that are kept covert and hidden but its mainly wild speculation that makes very little sense to a well adjusted square watermelon who has no clue or conception of the options available. Nor what its missing. See, the screen ensures this information is conspicuously absent as all it projects is light bent at Ninety Degree angles. Its strange how you become what you consume, isn’t it? Almost like you’re feeding as you’re being fed like some complex web that spins using the most subtle elements that are ever present and thus never questioned.

The abortive hyper spheres that malfunction during transition are left in a state beyond life, and yet, not dead. They cannot relate to the rest as their pips did squeak as the seals were broken and thus they tend to get scooped up with a shovel and piled up in a little bin thats kept at a distance and regularly doused with chemicals to contain whats left of their embodiment. The well adjusted see them as dregs. Actually, to most they’re entirely invisible as they’re all busy trying to display the straightest lines and fine designs on their shell that offer hints about the bliss they apparently feel within. Why do they do this? Because thats what the screen says. Who are they to question? Who indeed.

Sometimes, it seems, the hyper sphere program generates something which exceeds expectations. Sometimes, a watermelon that never knew the life of a square, or that of a circle either, rises to the moment. What do you think happens next?

I don’t know either.

Lets find out together.

It should be interesting, yes?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

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

Nerd time:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Place your bets!

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

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

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

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

“Are these my thoughts?“.

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

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

Pressure. And how you handle it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you hear the Psylense?

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

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

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

Do the Knowledge.

Till we meet again

This Is a Failed Reality

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing.

Tim is supplanted.

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

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

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

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

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

Dying and never coming back again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Coca Cola, Cargo Cults & BS

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

Make that make sense.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

John Frumm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Life Is a Hierarchy of Scams

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

Life is a hierarchy of scams.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We are all one. We are all equal”.

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

You.

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

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

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

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

Take it away, Trig:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reality creation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you hear the Psylense?

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

Till we meet again

What Would You Do if You Were a Fallen Angel?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OK, look, check it:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone turned to me and said:

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

If You Want to Unplug From the Matrix

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pure consciousness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pure consciousness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Gods With Amnesia

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

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

Being Centered in Self.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How would they react?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Much like the old trope of:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or words to that effect.

Till we meet again