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There are just two words that ruined your life. Two of them. They laid the foundations for the Pane Body, they were your in house instruction into the world of Adulteration and they are prevalent, with their own variations, across the world. They are “Stop crying”. Have you ever asked your Self how you, exactly, are supposed to do that? Whilst you are thinking lets consider the natural principles at play. Babies do not come into this place as a blank slate. That is such a basic and incorrect way of looking at things that its actually laughable but also tragic. Any parent or caregiver will attest that these teeny, tiny bundles of (insert dominant emotion) come equipped with their own temperament. Some of them are happy as can be whilst others are brimming with curiosity as their head turns that way and this to whatever catches their attention, usually at a time when most other babies don’t even have full control of their neck I’ve noticed, and then there are the grumps, the ones that need attention as well as the rebels that seem to like some me time in between the feeding and changing. There are almost thirty variations, twenty eight to be exact, and they can be mapped and checked as well as tested because that is all part of the parameters of incarnation which we’ll get into when we uncover realities programming language.

For now lets pretend you are familiar with the concept as its akin to each new recruit being equipped with the same song which says “I am a baby” but then its ran through a specific set of equalization which emphasizes certain aspects or instill specific preferences. Its really quite clever and efficient and its what accounts for variations between twins who are otherwise identical as you may not initially be able to tell which one is speaking but after you get to know them and notice their quirks its readily evident there is much more underneath the surface than most people suspect. Take this average scene, anywhen, that happens quite frequent:

Father is stressed, he’s got loads on at the office but had to check out to take his four year old to a dental appointment because his wife isn’t well. He wants to get it over and done as quick as he can as this is quite an inconvenience to him completing his days task so is he taking large strides and walking big.

The child is apprehensive. At first she was glad of the reprieve when her mother was sick and then dismayed to learn she wouldn’t cancel the appointment. She doesn’t like the dentist. He is very rough, not at all sensitive and he talks about her like she isn’t there. She doesn’t know how to verbalize this yet but it all feels very invalidating. When she tries to express this to her parents they don’t listen and say “Its essential to maintain your dental health, you’ll appreciate it when you are older and your teeth are perfect”. She can’t hold her fathers hand because he is busy talking into his phone as he has done since he came and picked her up from school. They’ve barely spoken at all during the trip and she’s feeling quite anxious as they rush to the destination. As her father is walking quite quick she is almost running to keep up with him and then she trips and falls on the pavement. She lies there crying, huge sobs are wracking her little frame as the accumulated tension amplifies her pain. Her father looks at her and she can feel his disdain and anger as well as he says into his phone “I’ll call you back after I deal with this” and hangs up as he retraces his steps with an air of disapproval that is obvious:

“Come on, get up. That isn’t that bad. Stop making a big thing of this”.

The child now feels supremely invalidated like insult piled onto injury from one who should be caregiving and this creates an even greater swell of emotion. Her father isn’t in the mood to hear this as his nerves were already on edge due to the work stress and now people are looking as he appears flustered. “Stop making a scene. You are a young girl now, not a little baby”. Further invalidation for the child who now feels like they are not at all being seen and this amps her voltage as she lets out a scream of frustration. His exasperation ramps up a notch and he grabs her with a firmness in his palms and says “It doesn’t hurt, stop crying. Stop crying this instant. Lets just get this over and done with. Why do you have to be so difficult?”.

There it is. This was the first time the child start blunting their natural flow of emotion. That is how you stop crying. But this is just part of the process because its akin to creating a state of stagnation and repression which will form the bars in their head for the Mind Made Prison where they will live once Adulteration is in full swing. Two words can create a life sentence. These are the fundamental basics upon which this civilization is built. Is it any wonder man is the cruelest animal? The world reflects this but nobody ever questions why children come into this world glowing in a state of Inner Sense which dims into the programmed ways of Adulteration.

Do you remember when you first realized your parents were also once children? I do. It was very vivid as my mind reeled and said “What happened?”. It was utterly perplexing but also obvious, in retrospect, as I tried to comprehend that they too, once upon a when, like to draw, paint and sketch, sing, dance, imagine or pretend and countless other things I’d never seen them do once in all my time on the planet. That was a huge thing. Immense. In many ways this was the genesis of my rebellion against the System because I realized that if this is what happened to them and everyone else that went to school and the rest then that must be the problem. Granted I had the presence of my grandmother who was totally illiterate but wildly creative and supremely intuitive and the contrast was obvious. Something had to give and I knew if pleasing them by fitting in meant losing this state I so treasured then I was willing to take all of the whipping, threats and ostracization they’d promise but I simply would not, could not, acquiesce. No way. What I had was way too vital and the last thing I wanted was to be anything like them.

Now, this may seem like a lot of depth for a child to think with but thats because its not actually done with linguistics. Its pure feeling. Thats how Inner Sense works and thats why a child in development only speaks a tiny facet of what is going within but, in comparison to the Adulterated, their minds spin at light speed as they notice, cross reference, correlate and inspect every single thing. Not only this but the inner realm of a child is so sensorily vivid in comparison. I’ll give you an example:

A child lies on the floor, in deep but totally free concentration. They are drawing a picture of something that currently only exists within them. Its a race to capture the essence via their developing neuromotor skills that attempt to translate their intuition using paper and ink. At that moment the child is entirely present. A parent could call their name from the next room and they simply wouldn’t hear them. Its not a question of disobedience its actually a skill that many spiritual adepts will spend their entire lifetime regaining and only come close to a fragment of this single pointed focus. After a few yells the now angry parent comes in and may repeat themselves. The child still didn’t hear because they are getting so close to completion. It already looks so awesome and its close to picture perfect because what is on the page is simply an outline to display what their imagination fills in and thus its a masterpiece in full effect. Thing is something happens. They can feel a shift in the winds. The creative sails have been trimmed as there is now a gloomy presence within that is affecting their temperament, awareness and embodiment. They look up and see the dark clouds on their parents face and notice they are in stark contrast with the happy scene they’re painting as they hear the haranguing “Why don’t you ever listen? I’ve been standing here calling you for the past ten minutes!”. You know the rest, this isn’t uncommon or special but so few many people stop to notice the implications.

This is why children may not listen to what they’re parents say but they definitely feel how they are and this is also the reason why so many people sport the same programming but expressed in a new generation. Did you know the childs mind is the same brainwave resonance as the adults under a state of hypnosis. If a man on stage can have you totally convinced you are a chicken as you stand there pecking and clucking after a quick induction what do you think happens when you are in your initial prime state and neural traces are still being laid to shape your awareness and relation to your energetics in the moment? The implications of grasping just this are world changing, should you choose to apply them, but this means you have to deal with your mess and that only happens by comprehending you’ve been Adulterated which then brings you face to face with the System and, for most, this challenges their assumptions and beliefs too much so they’d rather keep on with what they did. Even though they know fine well it just makes them miserable.

He picks her up off the ground and firmly shakes her shoulders as he fixes her with a look that is intense. “Stop crying, this instant. You are making a scene. I don’t have time for this“. The little girl learns how to numb herself and disconnect the signals pouring into her awareness from her present moment embodiment which contains not only the pain from her leg, the trepidation in her chest and the contraction in her neck but all of the rest, previously mentioned. If you look at the history of this planet you’ll see the British Empire, in its various forms and incarnations, has brutalized pretty much every other race or location in ways that are totally efficient, notably unfeeling and closer to the actions of a numbed demon than a human that is actually breathing the same air as the rest. Now does it click how you stop crying as well as the real meaning of a stiff upper lip? This is the true nature of Adulteration. Humanities worst kept secret and most obvious problem. This statement isn’t racist because facts don’t care about your feelings and the spoils of war that decorate their museums as well as the countless riches they’ve looted under the guise of bringing civilization to the “primitives” highlights the nature of this schism so please comprehend this isn’t a personal diss because the Soul that manifests has naught to do with the avatar its sporting as that is what provides the imperience of embodiment via is specific vibration but in order to fix something you first must accept the lay of the land how it is and the Devilish language is a huge part of the problem as the deeds do evidence.

I mean, case in point, if you take three women. One is English, the other French and the final contestant is Italian and neither of them say a thing. Matter of fact lets say you can’t even see their faces. All you get is a plain silhouette of them in motion. Which one do you think would have the most attractive gait? The best embodiment? The most natural steps and grace of the feminine? There is a huge difference between them all even though they’re all white in that respect and this is part of the nature of these programming languages and how the culture you’re raised within shapes your internal operating system. In that respect I call it Devilish for a good reason because its almost primed to ensure a near total disconnection of your once natural resonance and this is why I said that it tops the list in 8 traits that make a Slave.

The tears are flowing, her lips are quivering and she’s feeling quite terrible but the threat that is present says it will withdraw its affection and protection if she doesn’t offer compliance. She clamps down her teeth, purses her lips, suppresses the shakes and shudders as she blinks away the tears in order to do as he says. He seems pleased by this and they continue hurrying to the appointment. The shock of all of this on top of the days events means that Adulteration is certain for this girl as she matures and it all happened in an event that neither will fully recollect and one Thunks is totally inconsequential.

As I said there are twenty eight basic flavors for the incarnational template on this stage of the Game we are playing using our Souls as credits but the ways to get messed up are limitless. This was actually a really tame example but one that is exceedingly common in this realm because that basic sense of empathy is totally lacking in most people. That and children are entirely present in the now, swimming in vivid feelings and dwelling in Inner Sense whilst the Adulterated evades that resonance by living in their head, accepting labels in lieu of direct perception and always being slightly future paced or backward facing. This is why the Path of Power is super thin and accepts nothing less than being totally honest for you to be able to create it by walking. Its also why only 8% of the entire population is even willing to get back to the state whilst the rest would rather carry on the way they’ve been shaped by parents who were, back then, as numb as them in the present. All of this ran through my chest as a jit but the past two thousand words were expressed in a few images instead and in way more detail, thanks to the powers of Inner Sense. Like I said, this was the genesis of my rebellion and the one man army is still fighting because what I possess is much too precious to trade it for whatever is needed to fit in and be well adjusted to such social sickness. You can keep it if thats the cost of access as it cannot bring anything I’ve ever wanted. See why the Kingdom is within and its all a question of Self Knowledge?

Now, in a perfect world where parents weren’t Adulterated that average scene would go like this:

The office is busy, he notices a message which says “Hey, I’m still not feeling any better. I hate to do this as I know you’re stretched thin but we’ve waited a month for this appointment. Could you take her instead?”.

He realizes there are two options. Reschedule or move forward. He decides to stick to the script. Being aware of his state and energetics he corrects his presence as he leaves the office. Stamping his shoes into the pavement first off all to ground his nervous system he jumps in the whip and lets out some yells and screams of frustration. Once the vent is done he pops on his favorite music and thinks “Well, at least I’m out of the office for an hour and half with my kid even though she hates the dentist”. This inspires him to question why that is as he notices she only said that after her last trip.

He gets to the school and is buzzed in. His daughter runs up and hugs him and says “Dad, I don’t want to go to the dentist” because she knows he’ll listen. “Why? Whats the problem? Do you want to look like a rabbit or be the first kid in the world to need dentures?”. She laughs. “No, thats not it. I don’t like the dentist”. “In general?”. “No, this one. I don’t like how he smells and how he talks like I don’t exist plus he never asks my opinion or checks if its hurting. The one before him was totally different and I didn’t mind one bit”.

He considers his options. “OK, cool. Thanks for telling me. You don’t have to go to him if you don’t wish. We’ll find someone else so, for now at least, you can miss the appointment”. What happens next is the exact opposite of the previous scenario as the child was seen and Witnessed. Her perspective was validated and he listened. The depth of resonance between them is alive and vivid as both are present in the moment. This is a planet without Adulteration and it really isn’t that difficult because its a simple as doing the Knowledge and actually creating an environment that nurtures a childs innate potential instead of bludgeoning them into submission with the last generations problems and way of doing things that came from the life unexamined.

In this example they could have used that time to go for a quick trip and whilst they were eating ice cream the child may have intuitively said something that sparked off a chain reaction in her parent as it presented a novel solution for the problem they had at the office. Do you see how many variables there are and why I firmly believe that if we simply let the children lead for a couple or three generations then the Game would be quite different. You can also see why the Slave/Masters don’t like me as their entire thing is Adulteration. Its what keeps the tills ringing and many profitable aspects are built upon the sacrificial rites around Inner Sense. Shades of Moloch, yes? Where babies were tossed into a fire pit as a means of atonement. To us it seems insanely barbaric but that was their form of Adulteration which is still present in this realm but with its own refinements yet still as invisible. Second nature is what they’re selling and your tacit acceptance of this programming is what keeps you stressed, depressed and miserable because the repression of emotions creates a division within as Devilish hints:

Like I said, there are many aspects of this problem that manifest but it all stems from the introduction of Adulteration to Inner Sense and its usually done by numb parents who are too busy and stressed to form a true connection or resonance with a state they no longer comprehend and thus cannot even imagine is so sensitive. In that respect you could say a child imperiences the world as it is whereas the Adulterated is a few steps removed, via a lens, whilst wearing welders mitts. I’m not going to mollycoddle and say its not your fault or you aren’t the cause of this because you are if you’re willingly choosing to live in ignorance of Self and even if you’ve never pondered this from now on you have no excuses because often having it pointed out is enough to spot it when it happens as you dig your Reality Tunnel.

Two words ruined your life. Two of them. And there are countless other spells and rites of the Devilish language that keep heaping on the damage and creating more tension and thus a lack of resonance between the thoughts in your head and the feelings that manifest from the chest and abdomen. This truly is the root cause of so many problems in this realm. Pretty much all of them can be traced back to Adulteration and thus you could say its a disease of civilization which takes the toothpaste tube of your consciousness and squeezes it all into one end, rolls over the rest and holds it in with clips called ties and belts then replaces the nozzle with a very thin exit (aka masked existence) that generates an immense amount of pressure within. Say Hi to your Pane Body. The image describes its well and its the exact reason why what was once flexible and open becomes fixed and rigid as most progress in the flesh. This is also the true cause of what people call being triggered as thats just another way of saying “What you did caused sensations within my energetics I’d rather not acknowledge or deal with but seeing as I’m totally ignorant of Self and unable to regulate my presence I will blame you for them and insist you cease and desist, this instant“.

Ironic, isn’t it? That will all this progress there are so few in this realm that mature but still keep their Inner Sense and full bodied presence intact. There are places I could name and cultures as examples because what I’m speaking on is the truth of the human condition and thus your life truly is a symptom of modern civilization which is entirely unnatural from the out of season, internationally grown and nutritionally stripped foods you eat to the sheer amount of endocrine disturbing toxins that are present in pretty much everything and increasing as well countless other things everyone takes for granted and has never stopped to check the alternatives. Why haven’t they? Simple, the System won’t allow it. It doesn’t program these options into the Thunk lexicon inside your head which shuffles around the same well used concepts, again and again, to create a life not only unexamined but also entirely predictable as well. No wonder people need to amuse themselves to death as they look everywhere but within because if they did they’d break down crying as all those repressed emotions came raging to the surface.

That is an option. I did and I’ve helped countless others sense more of themselves as what is life if not your thoughts, your feelings, your body and what you do with it. All of this is actually one thing, itself “no thing”, that exists on different planes of resonance. This is why honesty is vital because that ensures coherence between what you think, do and feel. This state, although natural, does need regulation but that comes not from the threat of external sanctions that most call parenting but from the art of Self Knowledge that places the tools required for energy management in the hands of the one piloting the flesh that is wrapped around their consciousness. The alternative is the life you and pretty much everyone else on the planet is living and this is what your children will inherit with each one being number and dumber than the one previous.

Till we meet again

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

Know thy Self.

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

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

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

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

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

“Are these my thoughts?”.

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

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

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

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

“Death to the infidels!”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” came the response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again

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

Fear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The greater the fear, the greater the win.

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

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

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

“What happened?“.

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

Fear, my friend.

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

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

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

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

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

“Toward pleasure, away from pain”.

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is this a coal or diamond talking?“.

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

Till we meet again