What the Masses Hold to Be True the Simulation Brings Into View

A long time ago I was engaged in a conversation that went a little something like this:

“Can you imagine if it was just you and me, alone, on this planet? Better yet, what if we came to a cliff and I said “I can fly without wings”. Would you doubt, even a little bit, or would you be all in in this hypothetical situation?”.

Well, what would you pick? See, the lines of this thought experiment were that consciousness underpins everything and the simulation is subject to the whims of the masses. Granted, this was at a time where my insight was more intuition than lived imperience as the whole NDE thing took it to another level with plenty proof of the pudding I had to then digest and process. What inspired this train of thought was the black cube in this realm that seems everpresent. I mean, the big three of Abraham are built around its structure as well as the humble TV set and, who can forget, the original Double Oh Seven who used the self same thing to speak to the angels and do all types of magick which is a topic in and of itself. Just stop and think:

Into the black cube of Saturn, that may or may not be the key to all of this, we daily pump the combined attention of billions. Either via your device, your object of spiritual adoration or various other machinations that use the same thing (but cleverly hidden):

This is what got me thinking because the media is in the grip of a handful of people who set the trends and narrative based on their whims in order to direct the attention of the masses in a certain direction. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered why, within a short blip, we had the movies Lincoln, Twelve Years a Slave and Django as well? How about the fact that the Matrix, Equilibrium and Dark City clicked within moments and all spoke on similar things from different angles? Now, granted, there is a lot of hit chasing and attempted replication to bring those shekels in for the man behind the curtain but there is more to this because once you spot the trends its Self evident there is some programming happening. What if the world, en masse, was to become aware of the fact we’re in a simulation as we hit the millennium but the emotional pornography presented F’d this potential from ever happening and what came next with the magic passport and the rest just kept tamping in that low frequency resonance that made people grip to their lives with fear and dread as they were scared to death of what might happen. Its possible, isn’t it? Just like MJ was speaking about Twenty Twenty in Eighty Eight but it flew over the faces of those he tried to lace with Game. Me, personally, I got into the best shape and had some great japes during the time most were locked in to the viral spectacle of the Great Toilet Paper Crisis thanks to the hint. That and the fact that I don’t watch the news because its bad for your health. I mean, just check this:

How much more scripted can you get?

What the masses hold to be true the simulation brings into view ergo you can pretend that Twenty Twen was a track switch in which most picked the worst option and that is whats currently manifesting because silence is assent. I know for many reading this reeks of tinfoil turban and conspiracy thinking but there is advanced metaphysics behind this as the opening convo attests:

The intent behind my question was simple. If she believed I’d fly freely then I most certainly shall. If, on the other hand, she doubted I’d sink like a brick because the simulation feeds back that which is pumped into it. Take Sex & the City, for example, and how some programming quite literally changed the minds of women. On the flip look at pornos and the scenes they depict and compare them to whats happening in the beds of regular people as the range of holes, goals and expectations have become immense when contrasted to what was a standard Freaknik back in Ninety Six, yes?

Its a kinda sex magick… Ever wondered where all those beaten off energetics of potential creation were headed after arousal by pixels?

All in the name of the black cube, my friend. If you can convince enough of the people of something then the world around will shift to accommodate this expectation. Not only this but, on the reg, you own life stands as testament to this process because when you’re depressed, for example, the cues and clues that filter in just add to this whereas when you’re grinning its the opposite. If I could run you through one day again, with identical events, after I’d attuned your wavelength to that or this you’d click what I meant as we are controlled by the subconscious and the filters installed therein. Kind of like how a man who is convinced his wife is cheating drives her into the arms of her work husband and creates a prophecy that is self fulfilling via his interaction with projections that he mistook for the real thing. How about the ugly duckling that is firmly convinced that no one finds them attractive and thus they miss all the cues and hints because even when its thrown at them they think “Nah, there must be some kind of trick”. Welcome to your Reality Tunnel, my friend. Can you dig it?

The Slave/Masters have one intent:

To control the masses awareness because the greatest power in this realm is human consciousness and if you can define reality and have them act in accordance then you win. Kind of like money, in that respect, as its quite literally a figment of your imagination that is printed from nothing, sold at interest and, somehow, priceless because everyone is invested in it.

This is why the one who first awakens in a family or clique is swiftly shut down by the programming of the others who find your new wavelength a diss to their accepted resonance. Dig, they need you to remain in the box they pitched so life remains predictable otherwise they don’t like it. Its why fat girls have fat friends. Haven’t you noticed the trend in the comment section if a plus sized warbler gets thin, all of sudden? The cream cake munching fans turn against, real quick, as they feel a sense of betrayal and the same happens in real life as well hence the whole birds of a feather thing.

The mind is a supremely powerful thing and the Warriors whole schtick is deprogramming their internal OS. Its only by doing this one can hope to attain true freedom as they comprehend the Kingdom is within and then this realm starts making more sense because its Self evident someone did a number on their head, back when, that tricked them to switch intuition for standardized testing and the rewards its brings as they were trained to run the psychosocial treadmill. Nowadays the influence of this clique is immense, thanks to the net and the power of algorithms, but movies still play their part as we are little more than stories made flesh ergo these aspects are hardwired in as how we make sense of wearing flesh and walking around a planet. If you can manipulate this then your powers are nearly endless because people, once invested, will never, ever question the narrative as it seems like an insult to their intelligence. This is why its said there are none so hopelessly enSlaved as those who believe they can purchase freedom. Even when every little step comes with a bill and the best a man can get is trading his chains of iron for gold or silver instead in order to keep his belly fed and stunt on the rest with shiny things that don’t change a thing he feels within but, like health, wealth is something that doesn’t guarantee happiness but its absence will make you miserable. Of that I’m quite certain. Bit of a tangent but you know how I get.

What the masses hold to be true the simulation brings into view. There is a definite feedback event I’ve noticed and its part of the psychosocial programming that defines this Matrix because there are those who are aware and choose to do their own thing and their reports of discovering views most would say are impossible are quite interesting. A man on a mission walks into a room where there glistens not even a shred of illumination. For an unspecified period he will sit, alone and by him Self, until, in the darkness, he starts hallucinating. The mind, when given nothing external of stimulus, decides to provide from within and when there is no social train of thought to which one affixes their wagon the results can be quite amazing.

Ironic, isn’t it? But, like I said, this is a school with two teachers and not all is how it seems upon the surface. What I don’t get is why so many are content to walk around in the Valley of the Plebs with their heads up their rear ends, complaining that it stinks but if you try and tell them they’ll yell:

“No, you’re wrong. That isn’t how it is. My point of view is perfect”.

Even though they’re miserable. To me it hints of an immensely fractured consciousness that is wrapped in so many coping mechs that it becomes allergic to the truth its seeking if it contradicts the lies they’re invested in. But that is a another topic. Coming back on trend, the three major religions of the West have been pimping and pumping an apocalyptic event that seems to be prepping as you read this text. What if, instead, they’d seeded thoughts of unification instead of destruction? How would the world have turned out then? Would so many rivers have ran red as people hand delivered death to the infidels and grinned as they felt they deserved it due to the programming in their heads they’d inherited that says “We are men of god ergo they are aligned with the devil so kill them”.

What the masses hold to be true the simulation brings into view. By now, that much should be Self evident as the hint of consciousness being the all of everything carries with it an immense responsibility of deciding what seeds get access and how they flourish because if the garden in your head is full of weeds then one could, accurately, say you’re in the belly of the beast because the fertile soils of Inner Sense have been tainted and thus you are a co-conspirator in what you’re wasting, correct?

Make better decisions. Examine your coping mechanisms. Take a glimpse within. Maybe even disconnect from the rest for a moment because when you shift the variables of what exerts an influence the Game reveals a state it previously never mentioned ergo a wise man meets teachers in this realm and a Warrior, daily, chips away at his ignorance and its from this wavelength I send this missive into the collective unconscious via the principles outlined so may the resonance find those who can comprehend and implement what I said as they reality test my message in order to find their own mileage. Report back with your findings as we map the playing field of higher awareness of which this world is a side effect in a quest for Incremental Betterment both personal and collective.

Till we meet again

Creativity Is Not of This Realm

One of the most interesting things about the simulation we’re within is the fact that creativity is not of this realm. I mean, how can it be? This place is hermetically sealed as there is a fixed amount of processing and resources that are recycled, ad infinitum. The difference between how you rearrange the elements marks the shift between pulp fiction read for fifty cents or Shakespeares message.

Creativity is not of this realm.

Take MJ, for example:

He often spoke of how songs popped, fully formed, in his head and he was just transcribing them as he coaxed the performance needed from the musicians present to help with the actualization. Pac too. Many people attest that when he was flowing in a zone he’d push the pen, track the lyrics and be on to the next whilst they were still attempting to cobble together a hot sixteen in his session. Haven’t you ever wondered why there is a glow inside a sperm or the thunderclap that kicks once it hits the egg? Could that be the true Big Bang, on a fractal level? Methinks it is because nine out of ten things in this world have been flipped, turned upside down and around before being presented to your senses as we live in times of near endless deception.

The science of solitude is something very interesting because it ties in, very well, with what I said about limited wavelength in this simulation and when one voluntarily disconnects from the crowds madness you can’t help but encounter a space within and then this gets filled with all types of inspiration that takes your skills to another level. I mean, a pretty simple example of this is the web. Have you noticed that since the net kicked in humanity, on the whole, has become far less creative with more and more sequels, reboots and retreads of what worked, back when, packaged up for the new gen? In many ways there is a reason for this because all good fiction – including your life in this realm – is built on the seventeen step monomyth that Joseph Campbell discovered, back when. Actually thats a fascinating topic that we will have to delve in at some point in our adventuring. For now, back on thread:

The average lifecycle of an album in the Eighties and Nineties was around a three stretch with that time being used to tour and record new material which they’d then road test, refine and serve once perfect. If you ever heard some of the starting sketches your favorite artists built into hits you’d comprehend the depth of this skill as, sometimes, a first draft is just this and its the most basic underpinning for what you can accomplish. Example:

These days, that is done as the first press is sent to the web as quick as you can manage because peoples attention spans have been decimated. Or, is that because the artists themselves are forgettable due to a lack of polish and honing that previously went in as the model shifted to digital and things became disposable? Chicken and eggs, in full effect, my friend. The fact that there are 8 billion Souls roaming around this realm at present means, by my estimation, that each of them are only half as aware (and potent) as those who came before them when the population did sit at half of this, back when. Use any level you wish because hormone levels have tanked as have fertility rates as well as general intelligence as per the Idiocracy Effect:

Now, the IQ test isn’t the end all, be all, gold standard, proof of what I said. Far from it. I just sprinkled it to lace you with some Game because can you imagine your grandparents doing the Tide Pod Challenge? How about gurning for a pic in order to ensure some extra social media clicks as well as the rest of the generalized madness that has been normalized in this realm where Black folks bleach their skin and Whites inject melanin in order to become someone else. The simple fact of the matter is you can tell that this stage is about to end and the new gen will step in around Twenty One Hundred, as mentioned, after a huge population reduction. Exactly as intended. What, you think those xenoestrogens and forever chemicals appeared by accident? When seen from a higher vantage this realm is like a petri dish upon which many experiments are conducted but, for many, this is a bridge disconnected and thus too far for them to trek, even in their imaginations as the implications scare them.

This is, however, where the Warrior chooses to tread because when Know thy Self is the prime directive those low vibrations stints aren’t paid any attention for one realizes the truth:

That mind is everything.

Did you know there is a documented link between isolation and creativity, as mentioned? Think of it as a common tide that pulls ships into its lower earth orbit versus an anti gravity effect that allows one to ascend beyond the accepted limits of this surly realm. This is why one should be most careful about who they spend their time with because, like boredom, stupidity is contagious.

Those at the helm know this well hence the brainrot effect you’ve seen demonstrated by the TikTok generation who are, lets be frank, a little more than the cognitively impoverished aka dumb terminals that outsource most of their thoughts to the current groupthink. Whoever sets the trend is the piper, in this sense, and people can’t wait to follow behind him because thats what the cool kids did. The implications of this, long term, will be quite interesting hence why I mentioned the Idiocracy Effect because if each gen is simply compounding its ignorance then there comes a point of returns so diminished that the current village idiot will be seen as a genius among men. Tell me if I’m tweaking or are all the signs pointing in this direction as the web has decimated peoples attention spans, AI is defenestrating the need to be creative and critical thinking is nigh on impossible because people are all drawn in to brainwashing algorithms that affirm they’re correct and anyone who opposes must be worse than Hitler himself. Just wait till the Great Disconnect and you see these fiends, roaming, begging for a hit of that dopamine lick inside their head before they pull the old bait and switch like the New Coke trick I spoke of in the link.

After my near death experience I went into extreme isolation because I needed to process what kicked as well as figure out a way to fix my ravaged energetics as they’d evidently killed versions of me in previous incarnations but this one slipped through the net hence why I can speak on this because I live my lyrics. Before this I was extremely popular. I’m talking in excess of a hundred peeps a day would swing by my drop in and ask for help or my perspective on a million different things where I was happy to provide a solution. To go from that to no phone, no texts, barely any conversations and the rest freed up a heck of a load of run time for processing that was used to scale the lengths of this dimension as I reverse engineered the hypnosis and drug induced programming they’d used for manipulation as they planned to bring my life to an end. That, funnily enough, is when I started writing like this because before that I’d never thought of pushing the pen but started, on a whim, in order to get thoughts out of my head and into this realm instead as that afforded a sense of perspective that was needed as there simply wasn’t anyone I could talk to about what had happened without them Thunking I’d escaped from a loony bin.

During the Plague Shakespeare penned King Lear, Macbeth and others as well. Newton sat alone when he dreamt up his Theories of this realm. Same for Mary Shelly who dwelled in a state of isolation as she wrote the tale of a man who created a monster in his image. The list is endless but there is a common pattern you’ll notice and that is if what comes in, each day, is not being thinly spread it chunks up instead and you ascend to another octave of processing. In that way the web, whilst convenient, has the side effect of making most people idiots as they no longer rely on their own sentience instead they prefer to outsource to the net that tells them how it is with no second guessing or checking needed. That is pretty insane, if you think about it, as its something that leaves them rife for manipulation. Not to mention that the black mirror they covet knows more about them than they do about themselves as every little question in their head (as well as their geolocation, spending habits and associations, among other things) are neatly filed and noted for future ref. Most users don’t realize they are just like it takes an addict to admit they’re fiending before they shift and flip the script.

What happened during COVID, when people came face to face with themselves and had no distractions? Day drinking, binge eating and anything else they could get to ease the immense tension they usually pretended doesn’t exist as they lived a masked existence, before the regulation. Doesn’t that say something? For me it was the flip as I actually believed, for a moment, that I was the last man standing on the planet and something quite bizarre had happened when I rose that AM and founds the birds chirping, extra loud, and deserted pavements as detailed elsewhen. Mix that in what I’ve mentioned and it becomes Self evident most people in this realm actually detest themselves and becoming aware of this is a crucial step of Doing the Knowledge because its a Game of three halves, my friend:

What you know you know, what you know you don’t and what you don’t know you don’t know that is akin to the dark side of the moon whilst the others represent the fully shining or obscured in darkness, comprehend?

When you are surrounded by others you are trying to fit in and seek approval as well as paying attention to what they’re saying and is happening. Alone, all of this runtime is now free and switches across, instead, to intuition. From this endless well does true creativity spring but before one can sip the elixir within you must digest all these pesky feelings you usually keep hidden. Let me give you an example:

Any irritation you feel at someone who does a certain thing actually has its genesis within. The external aspect is simply a screen that allows you to project your resonance and blame them for the sensation. Grasping this is a huge stride toward liberation because it becomes Self evident you are entirely alone in this realm and interacting with figments of your imagination. The next step breaks the chains of habitual engagement because when you change what controls you your influence on the Game shifts as well and thats where things get really interesting because a lot of what I said becomes options you reality test and make your mind up with a prime dataset based on your imperience. Try it, see what happens.

There is an art to being alone but not lonely. Heck, I’ve got so much personality that I enjoy the company when there are no others present. Can you say the same about your depth? This links back to what I said about a limited amount of resources to run the simulation as this place is all sealed ergo when one looks back at the stories of legends and men who would be kings that did things that seem fantastic (if not impossible) to us in the present its actually attesting to what I mentioned about bandwidth. Take the White Room, for example:

People went in after hearing the challenge and then ran, screaming, for the hills saying “I’ll never, ever do that again” because there was no place to hide and what they suppressed inside came roaring to the surface, screaming for their attention. All of those aches and pains below the neck that come and go, at random, are actually body language trying to same the same thing, my friend. Learn to speak this and the Game becomes a lot more interesting as Inner Sense regains the helm vs the Adulterated voice in your head that thrives on division and owes its entire existence to your ignorance. Try this:

Mark out a time, say ten minutes, where you will sit quietly with no distractions. For bonus effects stick in some ear plugs and eye mask as well. Just sit, not lie, and chill. Breathe in and out. Notice what happens. See what creeps into your awareness. You may start to question:

“Wait a minute. If this is my mind why do I have no control over it and why does that voice insist on persisting in its constant rumination and why the hell does my leg itch and cause such discomfort?”.

Keep on keeping on. Stick with it because this is the exact opposite of what the other 8 billion Souls are doing and thus is the road untread aka the Path of Power that you create with each step as you come closer to the authentic within that beats in your chest, the true seat of consciousness. After a while, should you persist, something very strange happens as you find your Self at a place of equilibrium and may notice you leap to grab a pen and capture some information thats been fully downloaded into your head. Then it becomes evident that creativity is not of this realm and you develop what can only be called a beneficial addiction as its using the same tech as the web but sourced from within and this innernet is quite interesting as its what the digital is mimicking and was known, very well, to ancient cultures across this realm who called it many things from the land of the ancestors to dreamtime and the songlines as well.

There is more in heaven and earth than is currently stuck in your web, my friend.

Till we meet again

Dangerous Minds and Misaligned Spines

The great divide that runs through man is not a question for one who has grasped the mysteries of presence as there is no body with a separate mind. They are but two points on the same line and movement in one reflects change in the other due to the way they’re designed but most are heavily invested in the crypto BS which says “Spooky action at a distance” as this is what the camera tricks attest when, in reality, its one fish, being entirely natural, and the division doesn’t exist any more than you invest in the illusion they present.

Thing is, one end of this scale has a loud mouth arguing day and night who swears up and down he is all wise but is actually as bright as an energy saving light. On the other end is a gnosis so heavy and dense that it seems to suck all light in and appears as pitch darkness. In order to make the seesaw swing so motion can be present it must lighten itself and this adds to the loudmouths credence that they are equals as he Thunks to himself “My tiny presence causes this immense mass to shift” when, in reality, there is no such thing. You may ask your Self “Why? Why would this aspect which is obvious has dominance just choose to submit to ignorance?”.

Simple, it wants to be pushed on the swing as they move around the carnival of life that comes with being a human being. Never underestimate the drive for pleasure as it can take you all the way to divinity if you embody its purity in a sense of tranquility and humility. This urge is distorted, frequently, thanks to the machinations of the Game and those who are adept in the business of deceit as they know they have an ally in thee as the loudmouth is their inside man that ensures the sheep are fleeced and thus they profit handsomely from their trickery which infects nearly every facet of this corrupted reality. Yet none dare call it conspiracy. Dangerous minds and misaligned spines are quite literally the key to all of this because you are far more than you’ve been lead to believe, my friend…

For the sake of simplicity, lets say that the heavy darkness is your spine and by extension your body and the loudmouth represents your head and the (false) self that deals in fragments that are edited to show what it expects and not what it is present. All of the rest is then repressed in order to create a very basic narrative you use to navigate this realm and your own energetics. When they are working together optimally the mind speaks its piece as it needs and then together they ease into the silence of being me and imperience the embodied divinity that comes with the internal coherency as afforded by unity. Taking it back to the playground, this is like two peeps running furiously around a roundabout to get it to top speed then counting to three and jumping on, perfectly, as they hold on for dear life and thoroughly enjoy the ride. If one mistimes the other gets broken teeth and they’ll both probably get grounded for a week. Like I said, we naturally enjoy pushing against the limits and amping resonance to create exhilaration and very rarely consider the consequence as the intent is important and its often as pure as it can get. This is what they Adulterate, in the end, via the introduction of the (false) self.

It really is all about spin. Its the truth that lies at the basis of everything because that which moves, vibrates and oscillates exists and that which doesn’t is dead. Water tastes best when fresh as its been moving but pour it and leave it in a glass for a while and its not the same thing. We need to circulate, we were built to move efficiently but life trained us to sit in seats, not slump, pull our shoulders back and stick chests out proudly. Keep our upper lips stiff and all these other tricks that are designed to keep you miserable and rigid, unfeeling. But, shh, don’t let the loudmouth hear this because he’ll take it as a threat to his previously unquestioned dominance and say “Shouldn’t we be doing something else” as he ramps up the discomfort in your CNS till you leave this and follow his behest and waste the opportunity to learn the we gift we present can only be unwrapped in the moment from a state of coherence.

The spine, by its nature knows everything. Its lightning quick and simply perfect at keeping everything bubbling and it provides the info which the brain then takes and edits. Thing is the spine has no lips, the loudmouth we know well as he chatters about any and everything. Mainly so you link the sense of presence with what he says because underlying its jibber jabber is something magical called silence. Or more impressed as Psylense as its a window beyond this realm and the key to unlocking your Self. The imperience of this Psylense is something so beautiful and magnificent that you will get to Witness for your Self as we progress because mere words can’t express its ineffable presence and the hints that it presents to your awareness of what it is, how it came to be along with the nature of the problem and best solutions. It feels a little something like this:

Imagine you were born on a noisy street in which at the end, just before the bend there was a construction crew who had been digging and filling in a ditch since way back when. You felt it as babies, heard it as children, maybe even played around its presence till you become Adulterated in the sense that you bought your own place and paid your own bills. Yet and still that noiZ kept doing its thing and along with it all the mess as the dirt they dig would get blown around in the wind. Sometimes there would be a stink as they whipped up some chemicals to pour in and often your kids would drag the mud in all over the carpet. Its understandable how, after a while, you’d stop thinking this was a problem and accept it as what it is as you shift your existence to accommodate this interference. Then one day, on a whim, you decided to try something on the web where willhelpme said “What happens if you stand like this for a moment“. So you did. At first nothing happened so you tried again. you started noticing an oddity. Whenever you decided to practice the construction crew would ramp their noise upto ten. Without doubt and without fail you’re now certain of the link. Even more interesting is how they’ve always done double shifts so day or night makes no difference.

Its enough to make a sense of paranoia creep in and many will be dissuaded by this as they settle back in to their previous level of existence and acceptance of the noiZ that they bring. The select few who choose themselves, however, will progress till one day they raise in their beds, feeling so clear and refreshed as the sunlight pours in and birds sing as they fly through an air so fresh. “Everything is the same, yet different” he said as he gets out of bed, stretches and scratches his head. Too busy enjoying the moment and the familiar newness he engages in his practice and thats when it clicks.

“The workmen are missing” there is no more noiZ, no more stench. The difference is immense. He runs out of the door, down the street and sees nothing but pavement. Apart from them everything is present and correct and its like they were in a dream, a figment of his awareness that presented a false reality for as long as he believed. He walks back, casually, and notices his neighbors all seem to sport a grin as it all feels so perfect that he decides to let it all sink in so he can try and make sense of what presents and how it came to be and what signaled the end of this little construction project these master builders had been working on since back when.

That is the difference between the Psylense and the noiZ that was so perpetually heard that it obscured the ever present glory and it can be experienced by thee. All it takes is learning how to stand still and breathe because best believe you don’t do either accurately currently and its an immense drain on your energies. The truth of the matter is this:

You, ie your true Self, can only ever exist in the moment. That is exemplified via your flesh as it can only occupy a certain chunk of spacetime, correct? The voice in your head, however, can only dwell outside of this ergo it refers to past events that make you stress whilst offering future dreams you can’t wait to perceive and such things. An interesting sync is that there is a moment when these two do link, can you tell when it happens? Its by using a screen. Now, that is a deeper topic but I’ll let those who Know the Ledge ponder the alchemical significance of this event as signs and symbols rules the world but most are functionally illiterate as to what the black mirror says or signals to their consciousness. Getting back to the meta, for a moment:

See, the construction team aren’t building anything you need. In fact they destroy your sense of tranquility because their parent company owns shares in the shop up the street that sells sleeping pills, ear plugs and all types of chicanery designed to ease the discomfort they inflict to those who live in the principality. None dare call it conspiracy as one hand washes the other but this is the nature of reality where to profit from misery they must first induce the state which breaks your natural propensity toward balance and unity.

If people could realign their spines then the noiZ in their minds would vanish instantly. Like a cloud in the sky which is nothing energetically and yet can obscure the sun and its warming rays so easily. Once this vapor dissipates the situation starts to resonate and this is why the media assault on your sense of equilibrium never ends as we’re dealing with masters of hypnosis that use their inherited wisdom to enSlave the rest and then call them cattle and less than human for what they, themselves, did. Ponder that schism in depth and the old quote that said “Not everyone who wears the flesh is human” starts to make way more sense but that is a deeper topic.

We all, in the end, seek unity. A sense of wholeness that feels complete and is very easily perceived as it needs no introduction because we knew it well as children. Stop and ponder the immense amount of innerG present in a baby then watch as it steadily seeps from ages eight to twenty three and how rapidly that descent kicks by the time they’re inducted into Club Twenty Seven (which, itself is a fascinating topic because none dare call it for what it is. Ritual murder for profit) after which its all downhill. Where the hell does all of that fuel go? Don’t you wonder? Welcome to the blueprint of the psychosocial treadmill aka the broad path of ignorance that most never, ever question as they’re too busy half stepping at the behest of the voice in their head they’re convinced is them.

Ah, its beautiful. It really is. You have to admire the Opponents elegance when it comes to this trick as where best to hide than the last place they’d suspect and, if by some chance they do comprehend, the warning shots of schizos with depot injections in their rear ends who lament “Something I don’t know is putting thoughts in my head” offering a grim warning for what happens if you dare veer off the script they bring with their endless constructive destruction which intend to ensure the noiZ they bring is accepted, without question, as people are formed in their image. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered about the back pain epidemic and how, with all this, tech there are no solutions that are effective? Actually you can expand that across the whole frame because the body is the subconscious mind and yet most are well trained to ignore body language. Instead they project and blame others who are suffering like them as they yell “Death to the infidels!” as the noiZ rubs its palms, lies in the cut and gets rich from all the negative emotion it whips out of the natives.

You are not the voice in your head or the story it tells. Far from it. You are that which actually listens and whose presence makes all possible and thus are far more powerful than you suspect as you are truly eternal and just visiting this realm. Its a feathers and anvil thing because all of those false beliefs ensure you stay tied to those who did the programming whereas to shake free of the BS means liberation is calling as you comprehend the nature of the trick and thus realign to a higher wavelength. In this the Psylense is in assent and the noiZ is crushed from your head as you have mastered your energetics and, thus, can no longer be manipulated by the hooks they inserted. This is something so far beyond the ken of the mainstream that it will make little sense when examined but, once felt, the pieces click right in. I mean, imagine if you took someone that said they were depressed and totally wiped their memories and edited the story from their head. Would any of the symptoms mentioned still manifest? Of course they wouldn’t. That is how powerful the tale in your head is and why its important to realize that chasing it is entirely optional.

The greatest oddity I’ve seen is there are some who embark on this Path, make some progress then quickly turn tail and flee. They can’t stand the sense of peace, they miss the stink and the relief the construction crew lets them feel as they can Thunk “Its them, the problem is outside of me” and thus they trudge to the shop trying to seek new and ever ineffective ways of increasing the tranquility as the trading company known as noiZ profits handsomely from this scheme as the hidden spider doth weave its own web of sustenance to which the masses are addicted due to the indoctrinated ignorance they never stopped to check and question if its actually effective or simply masking the symptoms of being human in this age of the Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits which is predicated upon pure awareness which is, in and beyond this frame, thee.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Are Bots Mimicking People or Are People Acting Like Bots?

I’m sure you’ve heard of the Dead Internet and its entire hypothesis, yes? Its a fascinating concept that can’t be unseen once it clicks because for those of us that were around when the tech was new but low and extremely innovative we can attest that feeling was different and now its something else. Are bots mimicking people or are people acting like bots?

There is trend doing the rounds where the young and hip act like NPCs fulfilling requests so those that tip them for these actions get to feel like puppet masters the pulling strings of something that isn’t quite human. I know, it sounds insane it but thats the Game at this stage. The question is, what are the implications, the motivation and the statement this creates about the race because if this is all you’ve known since you stepped in then what do you think the next level is that you’ll build on top of this? Frogs in a kitchen, my friend…

There are more examples of this and the most amusing thing is that if these kids attention spans hadn’t been totally decimated they’d be the ones most open to my concept that we’re inside a huge Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits because they’ve spent their entire lives in the vice like grip of a handful of corporate conglomerates that have thoroughly programmed their awareness via the guise of entertainment. Are we devolving, collectively? Hormone levels would say this is the case and in terms of being frail (mentally and physically) I’m sure the stats agree so one cannot help but question what the end Game is to all of this.

Transhumanism aka Techno Sapiens.

The average professional ball player is Six foot Five inches which is an interesting phenomenon because when it comes to jockeys Five Two is the standard so its literally a horses for courses thing, yes? Around One percent of the populace have inherited a trust fund that generates some type of wealth and, globally, its that times ten for those who have eyes of a blue tint. Put that all together and if you require a guy of a certain height that comes from wealth and gets it in with sapphire glint to his optics then the chances are quite slim, yes? Sprinkle on top of this cake the fact that there will literally be thousands of women competing for him as well as geolocation, personal preferences and the fact that they may just be homosexual so the math definitely isn’t mathing but when has reality ever stopped womens imaginations, eh? Would it be a stretch to say you can trace this degeneration back to the rampant dream selling of Sex & the City?

If you raise fish in a river that is spiked with hallucinogens will they know they’re tripping or just think its standard? Interesting implication, yes? What if the medium, in this case, was of the social kind and filled with edited images of perfection featuring dream lives with perfect husbands where women were encouraged to not settle for less as they didn’t need a man to provide for them etc, etc? What if that, like the whole Womens Lib, this was all part of an elaborate trick that presented something you didn’t actually want as desirable? You take any one of these career women and ask them a simple question:

“After you’ve had a child would you prefer to look after them or get back to working?“.

Nine out of ten will say watching reality television and playing with the kid beats stepping into the office ever again and yet, back in the Fifties when Sean Connery was a young man coming up in a time when most women were on that Marion Cunningham flex that was exactly how it went as one mans wages were enough to run the whole house whereas now you have both partners working and they’re still up to their eyes in debt because they money they spend isn’t worth the paper upon which it isn’t printed as some digits flow onto their screen and then off again. Its a strange kind of hypnosis, isn’t it and yet when Zardoz himself was dead they dug up this legend:

And tried to crucify his corpse for something he said in Nineteen Sixty Five! Let the ridiculousness of that sink in and then ask your Self why the Feds landed on the doorstep of the Oakland mayor about something that sounds like it was lifted from a Sopranos scrapbook, complete with allegations of corruption, people trafficking and drug dealing thrown in along with a sprinkle of waste management.

Its a stereotype. And its offensive. What the F is going on in this realm because its getting to a point where you have to be willfully ignorant of what is becoming exceedingly blatant and wasn’t ever that well hidden because everyone from the Kennedy’s to the Bronfmans were bootlegging (allegedly, as Costello could’ve just been confused) because this is a Game as old as the Empire itself. Like force feeding opium to the Chinese and then using the HSBC to launder the profits up to the CIA sprinkling crack on the jects and telling those pesky Blacks to smoke rocks instead of kicking them whilst implementing a strange legal stance in which white powder (preferred by men of the same tint) attracted far more lenient sentences than the ghetto equivalent. I mean, stop and think how strange it is that if your homeboy from Compton in his fresh Puma sweats with fifty caps of crack gets ten in the bing but Chip in his Pendletons needed to have five kilos on him in order for them both to be bunking for a stretch. Make that make sense and you’ll see how there is a huge web that spins around this globe and it intends to snare everyone within its grip by using a range of tricks and shenanigans that are dispatched as and when. What does this have to do with people getting paid to pretend to eat things whilst acting like robots on the web?

Everything. Nothing. Can I be more blatant and subtle? Its up to you to draw the connections whilst doing the Knowledge, my friend.

The most interesting aspect is the when you look into who owned major stakes in the labels that bought rap music to the collective conscious and how it grew into a worldwide influence that keeps lawyers cashing in, brands cashing out, broke people spending as they pop bottles and act like celebs with jails filled as desperate people dance to the tune the piper says is what it is. What he’ll never mention is the true intent of the man behind the curtain and if you can pick up what I just dropped you’ll spot I’ve directed your attention to Seventy Four and that might just spur a ReelEyezation that ties together a load of loose ends in a way most interesting.

Till we meet again

Decoding Your Self

Time and again, when we’re speaking, you’ll hear me mention “Doing the Knowledge”. This process manifests as a thousand and one things because its entirely natural but, much like breathing, very few people do it correct due to the maladaptive training they were handed by those who lead by example and caused their golden glow to dim. And yet, every single child that steps in fires on all cylinders due to the fact its standard spec.

Doing the Knowledge is being eternally curious. Its an engine that runs on intuition and thus logic is the shell draped around it that must obey certain rules and regulations whilst driving within the speed limits. Just because you have a sports car in the garage it doesn’t mean you’re a racer if all you’ve done is the school run and some light Sunday driving. The one who takes this machine to its optimal environment and then nurtures the skill of the engine screaming at it limits as the chassis is sliding is Doing the Knowledge whilst the rest are more than content to be mobilized pedestrians that never even thought of asking the big questions as they’re too concerned with which celeb they should keep up with and paying the rent as they amuse themselves to death.

Another way of saying the same thing is when you hear me mention upgrading the resolution. Imagine there is a signal being broadcast that was recorded in Eight K with fully surround sound encoding and all the bells and whistles to create the ultimate motion picture experience. Slaves would be taking this in via a twelve inch, black and white portable, analog TV set with one busted speaker and truck loads of static that creates errors in interpretation as well as all forms of chaos that go on to fuel ignorance because, surprise, they haven’t Done the Knowledge. Thats 81% of people living on the planet at the moment who don’t click the problem nor the fact there are alternatives. Now, if you come to them and kick it on the exact topic they’ve just watched from your perspective with the complete home cinema rig which views as the director intended along with some popcorn and drinks thrown in along with a great ambience they’d look at you like you had two heads. Which you did, in terms of metaphysics. Lets use Jesus as an example:

The alcoholic preachers friend tuned in as I said:

“Jesus was crucified on a hill with two thieves on either side of him. One of them was cool, the other was a prick. Whats the deeper meaning? What have you decoded from this whilst Doing the Knowledge? Let me tell you what I picked up from the wavelength. Golgotha means skull in Aramaic. The hemispheres of your brain are the smooth criminals that Adulterate your christ consciousness that should, rightfully, sit in the mid at the pineal hence you see the Pope walking around with pinecones and the rest whilst they tell you fluoride is amazing and pump it into the water you drink in order to keep you locked in to the Mind Made Prison as they laugh at your ignorance and profit from your suffering. The left hemisphere is masculine and handles logic and communication and this thief will, to your last breath, deny what it steals as it doesn’t create but modulates consciousness at the rate of around seven bits of information per second. This is why its easier to remember digits if you break them down into a rhyme or segments as this activates the right hemi (the good thief) who is humble enough to admit that what they’re stealing and profiting from actually originates within your chest which is the true seat of awareness aka the Inner Sense you’ve heard me mention in previous missives. Basically, the Warriors entire script is getting back to this prime state of being and thus they enter the Kingdom and become, once again, as little children”.

And he was hooked as he’d never perceived this wavelength but it made a hell of a lot of sense as it filled in various bits and pieces that were missing from his transmission but were present, nonetheless, for one decoding at a higher resolution. Now, the above is just one example because when you expand isotropically from a point in the mid its akin to taking that black and white TV set and first fixing the static, attaching a new antenna then correcting the speaker. Just from that alone you are offered a huge hint and, should you wish, you can now put the work in required to build the tech skills which are akin to DLC options for the playa in the Game who is aware he’s using his Soul as a credit to wear the flesh because awareness is everything. The best bit is that from one life to the next you’ll retain this increased resolution and it can be built on as you progress, even if you don’t consciously recollect what you did, back when. In many ways the words I share are seeds to reactivate the skills of those who are reading and have previously put the work in because one who shines can cause a fire to rise in the eyes of another who comprehends this life dimmed the spark they stepped in with as it was, once upon a when, blazing with a strength that was so powerful that their energetic presence literally poured out of them and uplifted those who were resonant and around them. Thats the Systems doing. It exists to bait and switch so that Eight K that should be clear and obvious becomes a muddled mess as they inject a whole load of static indoctrination in to create as much conflict as possible. Why? So people are so busy refining their ignorance they never stop to Know the Ledge as my examples attest. Make smarter decisions, my friend.

Another one is the structure of language. Its why I’ve said in the Eight Traits vid that if all you speak is Devilish then you’re a Slave from now till the end as its simply that powerful a spell as words are weapons just like thoughts are things in this realm. These are deeper topics which is why its so important to ensure you are decoding your Self vs having your (false) self encoded and presented to you as a script to live by that voice in your head which is, dun, dun, duuuuunnnnn, the bad thief I mentioned aka a god who pretends and is terribly jealous of what you’re naturally capable. Stop and think why pretty much everyone in this realm thinks the embodiment of the divine aspect is a an angry White man in a cloud who yells then, as you Do the Knowledge, you may comprehend that, once upon a when, the same symbol was a Black woman with big hips and ample breasts that was seen as nurturing abundance that was the living embodiment of the spiritual in her element. Bells ringing, yet? Take it to another level and ask why left handers are a small percent and yet they are at the head of many fields of success and, surprise, surprise, the one thing nearly every language spoken says is how much they hate them:

“Sinistira” in Italian is pretty Self evident whilst the Devilish “left field” means something totally unexpected and often quite unwanted. “Mão esquerda” is Portuguese and is linked to not only the sinister limb but also means awkward and not slick. “Gauche” in French says the same thing whilst the Xhosa prefer “khohlo” which says weak and or foolish as well as that much disdained limb. Zulu is interesting as they call it “kwesokunxele” which reps the side where the heart is which has fascinating implications as does the Croatian “lijevo” which can also mean beautiful. And so on and so on go the spells whilst they mostly agree that right is direct, best, fixed and static as well as the preferable way to be we get to see some old shreds that peep out, now and then which hint the Game wasn’t always like this as the programming languages define the playas internal realms, yes? As a child I was ambidextrous because, why not?, until a teacher swooped in and grabbed the crayon I was alternating and said:

“Write with your right hand unless you want to get left behind“. Man, what a trip. I sat there for ages picking that one apart as it was such a multifaceted suggestion that all I could respond with was a thorough rejection as I got back on with doing what came natural and from within, without prompting or tuition. It was then I got my first hint at the true nature of the System I rebel against and kept on doing my thing which lead to the Warriors mindset and all I kick. You are welcome to reality test this (and all of my suggestions) to find your own mileage because that race car you never shift beyond first as you currently think its an automatic due to miseducation is capable of far more than you suspect than trundling along with the engine screaming. Try talking to the child within and listen to their Inner Sense because its quite telling that the left, when pushing the pen, has a scrawl that is seemingly frozen in time. Thats one of the tells that the Game of Souls has you, my friend, and why I’m a major threat because I remind you of the things you were made to forget. Transcend the noiZ and hear the Psylense instead that reigns in your chest and is the key to higher gnosis because whilst you may be totally invested in the character wearing skin and its whims I know I’m that which animates it and thus is truly eternal. An immortal in the flesh who leaps from one life to the next in this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits who chose now to manifest to help up your wavelength because when the Techno Sapiens step in its over for the digital generation as they’ll be stitched in to something that seems heaven sent but, just like this realm, is actually an old devil in a new dress because if they can take an Eight K signal and keep on increasing the static as they destroy the resolution from one to the next generation its not hard to hypnotize them with false solutions like the tech you’re holding and then it becomes Self evident why “Siri” spells iris when flipped as well as the whole symbolism of the bit apple thing which promises to make androids of men as we head to the future and this stage will be so different to what we live that we’ll seem like cavemen in comparison which links back into legend and myths that attest that men were, once upon a when, far more capable and possessed a strength of wisdom that allowed them to erect buildings aligned with immense precision designed to survive the ages and changes whilst encoding vast amounts of data within but only those with the eyes of wisdom can see it whilst the rest are stuck on stupid and fighting with the rest to prove their brand of ignorance is the best as they run along the psychosocial treadmill which is a hallmark of this level in the Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits.

Till we meet again

Imagine a World Where Everyone Was Real

“Can you imagine a world where everyone was real?”.

“What do you mean? Like really real, just say what you feel with no double deals or bluffs kinda thing?”.

“Yeah, pretty much”.

“It would be insane. The madness would never end”.

“Maybe, for a generation or two but by then people would forget the allure of deception and pretending as the new kids would grow up in an environment that didn’t train them for a masked existence. Can you imagine it?”.

“Truthfully, I can’t. I really can’t. I enjoy a fib or ten too much to drop the habit. Now, I know you’re as smooth as a brick when it comes to deception and have no qualms in letting people know that they stink and the rest but for me its just not worth the static. Who cares? I certainly don’t give an F and if a few “Yeah, mhmms” and telling them what they want to hear smooths my way then I’m all for it. Remind me again why you don’t like making it easier for your Self?”. I grinned then said:

“I can’t afford that luxury due to the Path upon which I tread. Its simply not an option for too many reasons to list and most of them are selfish”.

“Really?” she leaned in, eyes widening. “So not for any noble quest or betterment of the collective? That is interesting”.

“Well, consider this. A good liar needs to recollect what he said to whom and when, correct?“. She nodded her head. “Think of that as an energetic investment of their resonance in order to keep track of the micro deceptions that can number into the thousands. Its an immense drain when seen through this lens and the side effect is they are never truly in the moment nor fully engaged with what life presents as they are too busy spinning various plates in their subconscious as they keep fronting”.

“That makes sense. So thats how you do it huh? Thats the grand secret to thinking such off the wall things or noticing the tiniest of blips like that time you said that woman in the supermarket was cheating on her man due to the way she rearranged the tins he’d put in their shopping basket?”.

“Pretty much, yes. I prefer to use my energetics on more interesting things like ensuring the link between my chest and mouth isn’t Adulterated by that voice in my head that I haven’t heard since back when but I’m fairly certain its waiting in the wings to come roaring back in if it thinks it can pull the trick of convincing me I’m it again“.

“Your brain really is insane. So strange. Its like talking to a lucid lunatic sometimes as I think either you’re wrong, alone, or the whole world has truly flipped its lid and you’re the only one who sees it. I don’t think I could take that deal. Matter of fact I don’t think I’d want it. The passenger seat view is enough for me when we link, now and then, because its simply too much voltage”.

“At least you’re honest”.

“With you? Mostly” she added with a grin.

“Imagine a world where everyone was real. Where they just said what they feel and let it shine from within”.

“You mean like a realm filled with Care Bear people instead where everyone did what it said on the tin? Hah! Can you imagine? You’d see Emotional Cripple as well as Nervous Wreck and his friend Secret Addiction along with the rest. Actually thats really quite amusing… And sad, come to think. How the hell do you not get depressed seeing the world as it is? Or at least, as you say it is. Me? I don’t give an F as long as my little boat isn’t rocking and no one is popping my bubble. Live and let live, ya dig?”.

“And yet you quite happily stream off a string of fibs in order to keep that going so, in the end, its inauthentic”.

“Who cares? Most people have had some type of plastic surgery and those that can’t afford it would get something changed, real quick, if someone handed them a blank cheque. In the mean time there are filters so they can fake it and all the rest of the tricks that are now common practice in this realm. You know, talking to you sometimes I think you’re an alien or time traveling. Like how the hell can one be in but not of this realm as you stroll through mostly disconnected from the rest as you do your own thing like you’re living in a dream whilst being lucid?”.

“What if thats the truth? You know the old Matrix thing that we make real with our awareness that we project to the outside from within and then feast on it again via a loop of ignorance”.

“Nope. Don’t. Not interested. That is too trippy for me to even think and I have no wish to consider it without heavy eyelids and an altered state of consciousness. Speaking of which, how the hell did you press those points and release that neurochemical bliss from within and why can’t I do it to my Self? That was amazing. If you could bottle and sell that hit you’d be super, duper rich as people would line up to buy it”.

“Its about bringing your Self into the moment. Thats why the present is a gift. I just showed you how to unwrap it, with a little assistance which links back to what I said about being real because when you aren’t draining your innate energetics with these sequential pieces of resistance you operate at a higher voltage which is a side effect of being authentic. Take kids, for example, and how they’re super vivid and intense until they get programmed to think like this, not say that and only ask certain questions which leads to them being Adulterated and miserable like those before them. And this is the main thing their seeds will inherit. Their parents ignorance. Sad, isn’t it? Thats what happens in a world built on lies that people will kill to defend as deception requires constant bloodshed as well as murder of the true Self as most people dwell in a shell that is two steps from hell so they surround themselves with distractions and others as miserable as them as they continue world building about the life they don’t live inside each others heads. Tell me that isn’t insane”.

“If anyone else said that I’d say they were clinically depressed”.

“Why?”.

“Because it sounds so horrible and yet I can’t deny its accurate. Social media is filled to the gills with it and what you said about TV being primed with “programs” as a hint made so much sense when I thought of it but things like this are asking me to pop my own bubble and that simply isn’t happening. Its like disconnecting from the Matrix and then finding your Self on a dank ship, eating the most basic elements required for survival whilst being hunted by those who want you dead as you’re a threat to their trick that pimps the playas awareness“.

“Like a living monkey wrench, born to throw in to the System and see what happens to its gears. Will it crunch me or shall I resist them?” I said, with a grin.

“You truly are insane. You know that, yes?”.

“In a world full of madness thats a huge compliment because if sane is a place and I’m within it that means its all good inside my head. Its those who are outsane that get my attention as they Thunk what they do is in their best interests when, in reality, most of them hate their lives, their husbands, wives and – quite often – their children as well. Isn’t it strange how the next generation often sees their parents at their most real and damaged as they truly perceive what they feel and project after a hard day at the office when they come home and rip off the mask to which they are so well adjusted then scream and yell at their kids out of their own frustrations needing a vent so they indulge themselves with food and drink before sleeping it off and getting up to do it again. I mean, what the F? Tell me that doesn’t sound like madness?”.

“It does the way you see it but no one else looks through that lens. Reality is what you can get away with, in the end, and its you, by your lonesome, against all the rest on this quest which says “Hey guys, guess what? You’re an idiot thats been tricked by a huge load of skillful manipulation that makes you think your weaknesses are strengths as that voice in your head peddles constant threats and stress which you ain’t even smart enough to comprehend is part of the problem as you are that which listens and thus far more powerful”. I mean, who really wants to hear those things? You know? I get it. In bits with some occasional pieces sprinkled in because its quite an interesting concept for pondering and the conversations are always on point but most people would rather die on the lie than know they’ve been tricked as they can’t admit that to themselves”.

“Remember that couple in the supermarket, back when? Did you notice their kid had a cleft chin?”.

“No. Wait, what does that have to do with anything?”.

“Well, neither of them did and yet its something that is genetically inherited from one of the parents which means someone else dipped their wick to birth that kid and the man of the house is none the wiser about what kicks on his wifes weekend trips and long nights at the office. Think he’d want to know the truth of his lineage or who flew over the cuckoos nest or is he perfectly content with the deception she presents and he, I’d be willing to bet, had already noticed as you don’t just elevate to that level of disrespect without some other indications being present. Like the rearranging of the tins he’d placed in which signals “You are incompetent and not worthy of my respect””.

“Its too much. It really is. I mean if you can process this much from a quick glimpse of a family doing their shopping I shudder to think what I’m broadcasting or the rest of the realm as well. Why can’t you just live life instead of doing whatever the hell this is? I mean I picked up on all the tells and signals once you mentioned them as they seemed so obvious from her domineering body language and his henpeckedness but that cleft chin thing is so intense. How come you never mentioned it then because thats straight up proof of the pudding she’s been cheating. I mean, in that example do you think any one of them involved would be happy and grin if you told them them the truth of what was happening or would they prefer to cling to their subjective deceptions? Its not even a question, is it? The answer is Self evident. Just cos you got your bubble popped when you danced with death and saw through lifes illusion doesn’t mean everyone else is comfortable with it because, to them, the image is all they have so they cling to it”

“Like a drowning man with a brick who could save himself. If only he was willing to relinquish his grip”.

“Exactly this. Exactly this. Its like you said about slinging gold nuggets at people with filth stained mitts that were covered in excrement. You’ve got to be willing to purify your Self then dare to look within before taking those other steps and most people simply aren’t about it because its so foreign to what they expect and have been programmed to accept. You know what? I get now what you mean about the 81%. It really does make a lot of sense so I suppose, by that metric, I’m one of the 8% instead that is capable of awakening from the pernicious spells and things the 11% have been weaving for generations upon those who wear the flesh but, man, it sounds like so much effort and not worth the stress, comprehend?”.

“Its not me but thee that can answer that question because the same voltage you invest in the deception to keep your bubble (or Reality Tunnel) as it is with the little fibs designed to spare your own feelings is what paves the way for comfortable ignorance of what truly is happening and the realization of your own potential. Imagine a world where everyone was real. Where they said what they feel and meant it as well but with no malice or badness. Just pure Inner Sense that called it as it sees, asking questions, seeking answers and sharing observations as they come from their chest and thus not directed by that voice in their heads which weaves an intricate web using 8 billion Souls that generally have little to no comprehension of whats truly happening in this realm and definitely no Knowledge of Self as they prefer to swim in the seas of ignorance whilst holding the brick of tradition which ensures they must tread water or meet death from one generation to the next. The end. Till they get plugged back in and do it all again”.

“I think a world filled with people like you would truly be even scarier than the one we have at the present. I really mean it. Mainly because I can’t imagine any way we’d get there from here without everyone tearing each other to shreds in a way that would unleash the most intense type of suffering in this realm which would have a cataclysmic effect on pretty much everything. I mean, have you ever considered the flip? What if the 11% you call the Slave/Masters are doing this but with far more finesse than your one man mission which is about as subtle as a brick to the dish whereas they are cooking the frogs in the kitchen by increasing the heat in increments until people start awakening to how ridiculous it all is and then they, semi naturally, choose a better option? I mean, what if thats truly their script and what they did to you via forced awakening thanks to a brush with death and engineered deception is pretty much identical to what you want to unleash on the rest who haven’t had a lifetimes training of going against the grain which allowed you to handle it whilst making sense of what happened. What then?”.

“That really is interesting and not something I’d truly considered depth as its quite a fresh perspective when seen via your lens so its something I’ll have to sketch in my head then inspect the angles as its not the variables but how you arrange them that makes all the difference“.

Till we meet again

Work, Buy, Consume, Die

The psychosocial treadmill is something that, for most Slaves, is totally invisible. Whats quite inexplicable about this illusion is its literally in front of them and underpins their entire existence. Thing is when you’ve been trained to live as a stranger from Self then its quite a simple deception thanks to their investment in ignorance along with a lack of imagination that dares not push the limits. Welcome to your Reality Tunnel. If you were to strip it to its basic components it would read:

Work, buy, consume, die.

There you have it. In and around this they’d fit everything else. Some would pay lip service to religion, others may be strict adherents. In the end its irrelevant as the first assassin hits and demands a third out of the twenty four they get so they may pay the bills, stay fed and keep a roof over their head. In order to ease the pain of this they send in the femme fatale as well who slinks around, all seductive, and offers to take the pain away. If you pay. In exchange you can play with any amount of trinkets (as long as you can afford them) and if you can’t her cousin knows a guy who knows a guy that make you seem rich via the process of debt so you can stunt on those just as broke (and broken) as you keep on half stepping. Next comes the one that will keep you coming back again and again. Just like rats in the experiment where they could take a hit of the finest sniff or get fed they chose to toot up and then starved to death because the pleasure was too addictive. Thats consumption and most people are so consumed with it that it comes to define them. This beast has many heads and its so slick that it can manifest as almost anything you wish. Best of all it will present itself as your reason for living and thus can hide a variety of symptoms because, like the coca rodents, you’ll keep redosing. And then you’ll be dead.

Not quite the end because you are an immortal who exists before this realm but if you’ve managed to stay coloring in within the prescribed lines, as instructed, whilst living you’ll be entirely ignorant of this in any practical sense. Its a Game of three halves, my friend. Let me give you an example:

You are bopping along the street one day when you see a sign that says “Everything you ever wanted is within walking distance“. Intrigued you decide to check it out. The girl behind the counter hits a promo vid and it shows the glowing faces of those that made it, celebrating, and they say it was well worth the investment and how they get more than was promised and assure you its totally worth the effort whilst smiling in a way most enigmatic.

“All I have to do is walk?” you said.

“Yep” they replied.

“How far is it?”.

“A few meters”.

“Thats it?”.

“Uh huh”.

“Whats the catch? Is it across a greased strip that is really, really thin which is on fire and between two buildings or something?”.

“No, nothing like this but you can’t be told as its all about the attempt. Its literally what we’ve said, has been done by others who tried, but you only get one shot and can’t have at it again in this incarnation so think twice before starting”.

“So, whats the catch? What do I have to lose if I don’t win? Is it expensive? How much to have a spin?“.

“Nothing. Its perfectly free and if you don’t rise to the occasion then you walk out the other end the same as you went in and get back on with the business of living”.

What would you do in this example? Lets pretend you said “I’m in” and were lead through a door with a promise of gold if you win. You notice a line on the floor at one end and another, off in the distance where a security guard was standing in front of the exit. You estimate the length at three meters. As you start limbering you notice there are handprints on the floor and assume its a sprint. You stand behind the line and wait for the man to yell. Moments pass, nothing happens. You look up and his face is totally stoic. He doesn’t appear to be timing anything and is looking on in boredom. You decide to take it upon yourself and set off at full belt assuming the girl at the front desk will check and report back on your performance via the security system and its vision of the room you’re in.

Sailing like the wind you make the distance in a few steps. Feeling a sense of exhilaration at the promise of a new life on the other end you are surprised to hear the fail sound effect and red light blinking as you yell “What the hell?” and look around for an explanation. The man at the door won’t budge nor will he give you even a shred of attention. Feeling like a persona non grata, you make your way back to the front desk and demand satisfaction as you thought you did quite well and deserve answers for the rejection. Before you can say a thing the assistant hits play and you see the same flushed faces from the vid she played at the introduction and they said:

“So, you failed, eh? Why would you think that greatness that was offered with no apparent expense wouldn’t cost something? A little effort goes a long way because the Game is mental, in both senses. From the script it appeared you had it all to gain as no losses were possible but this was actually a test to see if your thoughts were lateral or literal. Its all about those vows to El in the end, and your relation to Self beneath all these sneaky spells and assumptions you need to transcend. I mean, when has life not handed you the bill for anything you did in this realm? The hints were all around, you’re the one who didn’t see them due to a lack of reality testing when it always was an option to think different. If you look back you’ll see you did it all to yourself from a position of ignorance when what was requested to pass the test was obvious. Better luck next spin”.

You closely observe the vid as the camera pulls out and you see them, one by one, in their own attempts, line up at the prints and then casually walk to the other end where the guard warmly smiled at them and opens the exit from this realm. Do you know what they did and you missed? Their soles were in ascent meaning they made the trip on their hands, as instructed.

How would you feel if that was the case? Would you think you’d been tricked or was it quite obvious once you’d seen the example? Well, that (but on another level) is pretty much what happens at death because if you’ve lived a life that was fully invested in the psychosocial treadmill and all it brings you’ll have virtually no Knowledge of Self and thus will make the same mistakes as the one listed because you’re using a certain form of logical ignorance and backing it up with assumptions of what is expected when its not quite that simple. In everyday terms it doesn’t mean you’ll be walking on your hands but your Soul is involved, in the end, because if you strolled up and said:

“I am John of house Smith. My parents were Fred and Wilma. I like croissants with jam and hate brussels sprouts because they stink” then you’ve done the equivalent of seeing the handprints and taking the most basic option because all of those things are earthbound concepts ergo a return ticket is all you’ll get. If, however, you flipped the script and had done the Knowledge whilst living and recollected you are neither your skin, the story in your head or your various accomplishments and trophies you’d been polishing you would click that you are, were (and thus will be again) nothing more and nothing less than pure consciousness then you’d get all you were seeking:

Higher dimensional freedom. The final liberation. Transcendence of the Game you’d played by inserting your Soul as a credit because anything less says to the Matrix that you aren’t done yet and want a fresh spin. “Another dose of work, buy, consume, die coming right up!” they said as they dropped you back in to the belly of the beast for a nine month stretch as you get tailored for the flesh needed to serve another life sentence in this realm of limitation and deception. The secret option of emancipation by doing the Knowledge via stepping off the treadmill and asking the big questions is always an option. In this life and the next. Statistically only 8% dare Know the Ledge whilst drawing breath as the rest are too invested in the tricks of the (false) self they Thunk is them.

Of course, the Game has already thought of this and that is why they tell (and sell) countless package deals of various perspectives that are, once again, earthbound concepts. Thats part of the illusion because this realm is, after all, a business. I mean, why wouldn’t it be? What is free in this land? Nothing, except willful ignorance and that can prove to be quite expensive in the grand scheme of things. Now, consider this, you may be a devout, religious person who thinks what I’ve said is just metaphysical BS but I’ve actually done you a favor for when you meet death because you’ll be ready to think different (if needed) instead of picking the obvious option ergo its much like a condom in that respect as its better to have and not need then require and not possess as you run the risk of getting burned in the end. If I’ve just presented you with the invitation to do the Knowledge whilst living then everything is to gain, isn’t it?

Of course, that voice in your head will protest because it built the treadmill and works for the corporation that owns this planet (get it? They planned it. Chortle, chortle! That pesky Dual Reality Principle strikes again!) and they really like to exert their dominion over the cattle (named so as they see you as less than human for not questioning the narrative) who are steadily pimped from one end to the next. Have you ever looked into how much money a cow produces in life and death and the immense uses of nearly every aspect of its presence to generate dividends? No? You should check it as it can be quite eye opening and there are lots of parallels between them and humans as both are fattened and milked in ways that are relentless by those who own them before being slaughtered and repurposed to create the most profit.

This, in a nutshell, is the ins and outs of the psychosocial treadmill. Now, here is why its so effective:

Its easy, its socially sanctioned and everyone else is doing it so the idea of working up a good sweat whilst making no progress is a no brainer which 81% of the planet will accept from one life to the next. I told you its a Game, one of gnosis that is akin to playing Hide & Seek with your Self. “Tag, you’re it!” and if, at the end, you attempt to apply human rules to higher dimensional realms you have no one to blame but your (false) self that you didn’t reality test whilst breathing and thus lived and died with a mask on your dish that causes all kinds of problems when the time comes to be face to faceless and see through the trick of “being human”.

This is why the ancient Kemetians built an entire culture around dying and never coming back again and modern imbeciles yell “YOLO!” as they sprint at full belt with next to no gnosis as they accept the script they were given in order to work, buy, consume and die again. Such is the price the Soul pays for willful ignorance as these people said that the moment of judgement is akin to your heart being placed on a set of scales with a feather on the other end. I want you to consider everything you Thunk you know (notice the lower case k?) as having the weight of an anvil ergo the dead bury the dead whilst pretending they’re living.

I know, I know. “Its not fair!” you said. In that case celebrate you had a chance to read this because the invitation I extended still kicks. Who knows how many times you’ve lived, died and came back again for another spin after a swift bit of mindwiping. I mean, aren’t you bored of this yet? Don’t you wonder whats on the other side of the exit and what the implications are of the test of wearing the flesh that then tricks you into accepting less via the limits of the Mind Made Prison and the schism installed therein that kept you ring fenced in as the wackest version of your self, thanks to all the programming you never questioned or ejected from the OS inside your head. Real eyes realize reel lies whilst alive and choose to flip the script whilst the unwise are fooled by the flickering image that plays with their subconscious to manipulate their awareness as it hides their greatest strength behind what they most dread and thus will never check.

Now you know what is meant when I’ve said “The Game of Souls has you, my friend” because it does if you’ve never considered this perspective as it won’t be found on any officially sanctioned script for they need you to fail the final test because thats best for business as you signal, via the misuse of your undeveloped free will, that what you crave more than anything else is a return to this realm and if that is your truest wish then you never need read anything I’ve shared ever again.

If, on the flip, you wouldn’t mind the option and range of getting to pick what happens next then I suggest you start reality testing and challenging your assumptions because nothing is what it seems in the land of illusion but the fact the treadmill spins means people feel they have no time to reflect so instead you’ll have to choose to spend different. What do I mean by this? Simple:

Attention is everything. The present is a gift. Dare ye unwrap it? You may be surprised to find whats within and why they created the whole work, buy, consume, die ethic as manifested by the treadmill which, right now, at this instant is demanding you pay no attention to this as that drone in your head is yelping that you need to keep trekking and ignore this BS. Here is your starter for ten in the quest for liberation:

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

Congratulations, you’ve just done a handstand. Now create the rest of the Path, by walking… Elevate your Soul, attune your wavelength to that universal constant. Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again

Only a Fool Has Enemies. A Wise Man Meets Teachers

If you’ve read my previous writing you’ll no doubt be familiar with the concept that this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits in exchange for the flesh that walks around this planet all takes place inside your awareness ergo all you interact with is but a fragment of Self projected out there from in here therefore you are responsible for all that happens as its simply a case of interpretation and how you relate to your energetics. With that in mind – only a fool has enemies. A wise man meets teachers instead as they bring to your consciousness various parts and facets of which you may have been ignorant. I know this may sound a tad metaphysic but its easily proven:

A girl always ran into problems, wherever she was working. Her bosses, invariably, ended up being labelled as power tripping jerks as she hopped from one office to the next and it never clicked, until we met, that the only constant element in the mix was her. “What are the odds, realistically, of that happening?” I said after she’d reeled off a list of of her misadventures in employment. She started looking within and examining the Pattern that underpinned these interactions and then we traced it back to its inception whereupon it was faced, met with grace and liberated. Can you guess what happened next? She went back to work after her sabbatical and found the situation had totally changed as there were no more problems manifesting.

These signals, these signs, are a hint by the Game about what truly is happening. Some people intuit this naturally and aren’t consciously aware of whats happening on a higher level as they find themselves freed from the shackles.

A man really liked his woman but they fought, night and day, over the most frivolous things. I told him that MDMA was once used, very well, in couples counseling and, seeing as he was desperate due to the threat of divorce looming, he decided to pop a pill. Now, this was very, very out of character for the man in question as he’d never touched a drug in his life. He explained the situation to his wife and, surprisingly, she was with it after she’d done her research so they rented a nice little cabin, off in the wilderness, and prepped themselves for their trip. As anyone who has taken an empathogen can attest the feelings are quite fantastic as they make you feel like singing and dancing if you’re in a club type environment. Here things were a little different as they allowed them to have one of the most honest conversations they’d ever partaken in. They rummaged the depths of their lives, their fights, the tragic affection and how neither wanted it to end but no one could think of a better solution. Tears were wept, past events were accessed and the myriad of Patterns that swam beneath their subconscious came to the surface as they started to comprehend how each was a mix of all they were seeking as well as the worst of each parent of the opposite sex. Can you guess what happened next?

Yep, they got divorced.

Except it was totally amicable as it clicked the Game plays out inside their heads and each was simply assisting the other by teaching them to look into their depths for the true cause of the problem which was them and how they related to their energetics. Each went on to form new relationships that were far more in tune with what they were seeking and were truly grateful they met for the lessons they imparted to each other from their Souls depth.

Now, there is a more metaphysic aspect to this because every single person you meet in this life, neg or positive, is one you knew and dealt with in a previous incarnation. Children can become parents as well as the opposite as well as countless combinations that exist purely to address the imbalance via debts or credits that weren’t checked in the flesh on your last spin. Seeing through this lens can be quite strange in the West but in the East its far more common. Another interesting example is how most marriages and relationships over there tend to be a lot more stable, lasting and genuine than this side but that too is steadily changing as the peak of technological civilization wields its influence upon new minds, impressionable. Back when these marriages were handled in ways that were exceedingly interesting as they saw it as a merging of not only bloodlines but temperaments as the aim was to create balance so the children you’d bring into this realm came into an environment that would naturally nurture their latent potential instead of burdening them with the previous generations suffering. How many people reading have became mirror images of their parents? If you trace your relationships it can be quite eye opening to see the facets therein and that, in and of itself, hints at a far more intelligent (but hitherto unquestioned) element of consciousness that decides who you find attractive. Like I said, the Game meets you on your own level ergo only a fool has enemies. A wise man meets teachers as he sees external resistance as a cue to look within.

This, my friend, is what the Path of Power represents in a nutshell because liberation means one must clear the ledger of your Soul back to its zero point resonance so you may heart to the exit at the end of this spin in the flesh. Granted, its a bit more involved than this and whats needed may fill many with dread as they simply cannot picture a life without attachment but that is why this state is the root of all suffering. Lets say, for example, in this life you met someone who was totally infatuated with your all and everything. They wanted to get married, with a quickness. You weren’t too sure about it because a) there was no challenge and b) it was all too simple. Strange as it sounds, it does happen. At the last moment you say “Listen, this isn’t working. Its not you, its me” as they let out a scream of pain and anguish as their dreams and fantasies of have and holding are dashed against the sharp rocks of reality. A debt is created. You live your life and never again does their vision come into your head as you’re perfectly content with who you picked as you raise some kids and then met your end after a life that felt quite amazing. Thing is you can’t leave. She holds some of your energies that she didn’t dealt with nor did you introspect to reclaim your fragments. Your memories are wiped and Souls are slammed back in the flesh.

You’re a girl this time. He’s the most popular guy in school. You feel an intense sense of attraction the moment you saw him and couldn’t quite place it. He was popular, athletic and a hit with the feminine principle as they all fawned over him. You never expressed your passions as you dared not reach out for you were not part of the popular set, nor were you that attractive. You go through your entire life pining for a man you never even met but watched intensely, from a distance. Dying alone you met your end. Can you guess what happens next?

Yep, thats correct. You can jet from this realm and move onto the next beneficial stage of your evolution far beyond the Third Dimension as you retrace your steps back to your unfinite awareness that is constant and unchanging through all incarnations. Thing is, what of your desires? The lxve unrequited that was actually a simple inversion of your previous choices? That, my friend, can drag you back in again even though were at the brink of freedom. Think about it. An entire life you didn’t have to (nor wanted) to live but did purely due to ignorance as you took the slow path to balance your energetics in ignorance. In ancient Egypt they represented this as the scales of judgement in which the heart (which is the true seat of the Soul and higher consciousness) was weighed against the feather of truth. The mendicant would beg that his desires not betray him otherwise the wheel of time was calling for another spin.

That is simply one deal, one interaction, one point of resonance in one life of this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits. For some of you reading you may have just felt a straight line in Tetris moment as old blocks started melting and new awareness pours in which grants one an immense sense of freedom as they click they can do something about all of this here, now, this very moment. That is why the present is a gift that must be unwrapped if you truly wish for liberation and why the mantle of Warrior describes those who step on the Path of Power the best as its quite a treacherous place that can seem difficult after lifetimes of ignorance and countless layers of conditioning.

Taking it to a larger level we have those who may steal or attempt to kill that leave you seeking vengeance which ensures the scales will constantly tip in one or other direction. Learning how to get a handle on these energetics is a powerful sensation and true tool for liberation hence Know thy Self is the truest axiom ever coined in this realm because the Game plays out inside your awareness. This is also what happens when you meet people and have an instant connection or ferocious hatred with no seeming rhyme or reason not to mention the old chestnut of “Well, when I first saw them I felt a sense of uneasiness but then we linked up and it ended with betrayal that I really should have seen coming”. Like I said, it seems metaphysic until it clicks that everyday miracles are invisible mainly due to our own ignorance and how the System is built by directing your attention anywhere but within. Why? Simple:

Think of each planet as its own Game and those who own the state of play as franchise holders of the realm who define what happens within. The life blood of every business is repeat custom ergo the aim is to make the attraction so immense that you keep on coming back for more and more whilst never questioning the nature of the paradigm. Its why everyone who was ever on quest for liberation from Jesus to Buddha as well as countless other examples was tempted, manipulated and or promised all kinds of things for simply giving in and signing the contract they’re presented that will deliver what they wish. Its a very, very elegant trick and not really that different from the artful deception of theatrical images that make up advertising. Like I said, as above, so below and the nature of everyday miracles that might as well be invisible to those who totally lack any Knowledge of Self.

Once you get this then the Game becomes interesting. I can say that from my own life it seems that a certain element, that 11% I call Slave/Masters who know the script and act like refs that start playing for the other side if you’re winning a little too much, too quick, step in and sprinkle their own brand of adjustment as they’re employed and contracted by the franchise manager of the operation who doesn’t want to see you leave just yet and needs to generate emotional states to keep you in as that spell, in and of itself, hides a huge hint:

Energy in motion.

That is who you are, in a nutshell. When its static or stagnant we call it depression. Overly stimulated attracts the label of “Manic” and if the vital fluids should spill over the cup made of flesh then a trip to the psych ward is calling and you become a schizophrenic. The Warrior realizes the true nature of the trick as he is not the carbon based vessel that is currently wrapped around his unfinite awareness but is actually a drop from a far larger ocean that is the all of everything. That part may be small in size but its identical in scope and application hence it manifests as the creative principle which can range from having sex to produce some more kids that bring their own baggage in and came to you for previously stated reasons or redirecting those ample impulses to beyond this realm and back and again to introduce words like this into your fertile imagination as I seed the concepts that may or may not bear fruit in this incarnation but will always be available from the collective unconscious should you wish to the develop some gnosis and attain liberation.

That is actually another vital aspect that we’ll examine in another missive but it offers hints about the nature of the skills and whims one brings in ranging from the child prodigy or genius that is simply recollecting previous passions and learning as well as that immense feeling one possess to visit a certain place for a reason they can’t place. Many keep this urge as a pipe dream with the old “One day I will…” thing as they live out a life of quiet desperation instead. Others actually heed the call to adventure as was displayed in ways most vivid in the tale of a real life Otto Man from The Simpsons I knew as a jit who went off to the hills of Nepal seeking the hash of legends so he could get wrecked off his box with a friend and ended up getting initiated into a very secret sect of Buddhism that totally changed his lifes script. Or maybe, that was what was always intended? Its interesting that his chum did not see the appeal in this and spent most of his time getting as high as a giraffes genitals before popping back up in the ends and saying “Otto’s flipped his lid. He’s signed up to some cult, shaved his head and sits around all day trying to think about nothing“. I posit that he was simply carrying on where he left off in a previous incarnation in his quest for liberation from this realm so when the call to adventure comes make sure you’re listening as your location on the planet can totally change your resonance and not all teachers are enemies as some are old friends in fancy dress that are here to help you on your way to becoming that which we both know you’re capable.

Till we meet again

The World Doesn’t Exist

I’m going to tell you something that will go against the grain of your internal OS but, once examined, it will become Self evident.

The world doesn’t exist.

I mean, how can it? The greatest illusion is the delusion that there is an objective “out there” when, in reality, all you do is interact with your projections and mistake them, daily. A great example to help digest this bitter little pill is the fact that ten people can meet one man and draw immensely differing opinions of him, what he said and how he presented himself. This is the hint about the world we project from within ergo without your consciousness none of this exists.

One you grasp this in the sense of true gnosis after hard reality testing you’ll wonder how on earth you ever missed it because the rule proves itself again and again. Case in point we have all known someone that gets into a relationship that seems perfect then the dream partner manifests a problem so they split. They then find someone else and go through the same pitch and very rarely stop to think about the magical process which causes them to select ones who fit the exact template to manifest their old script. When they do these bad matches tend to vanish and they come face to faceless with a simple truth:

The world doesn’t exist.

I mean, how can it? All of the stars, galaxies and planets exist inside your awareness which is why you can, at the speed of Psylense, leap to them with a thought. That is how powerful consciousness is. The Observer Effect stands as testament to what I said and you can bring this down to the everyday because the image of a child playing ball and running to score the late win that will be decisive, falling then rising before hitting the goal as he leaps in celebration is something we know well, yes? Its only when his friend points out his leg is bleeding that he starts limping and yelping as the pain kicks in. That, in a nutshell, is the Observer Effect. The same thing can be said about time as a long conversation with someone you find engaging can seem like a moment but being trapped in a lift with a bore who sports bad breath can appear eternal. Why do you think time spells emit when flipped? Its the Dual Reality Principle, in full effect.

You are far more powerful than you suspect…

The main point of this topic is second hand enlightenment. Its akin to the link between watching porn and having sex, if we get down to it. There are many engaged in what would be best called spiritual masturbation as they wear the holy thread, sport the symbols and may even change their name as well as they surround themselves with them who encourage their delusion as they collectively dig their divinely sanctioned Reality Tunnel. In the end its akin to wearing anothers skin. Pure surface at best and, at worst, a gross perversion. Mosques, temples, synagogues and the rest are filled to the gills with people like this who attempt to emulate their interpretation of an example as opposed to finding out for themselves and living the lyrics. This is why each religious tenet has had its outcast adherents that seek direct perception. The metaphor I’ve used previously is one telling a tale of a guy that ate a cake. He presents, in lurid detail, the quality of the ingredients that went in, how well prepared it is, the attributes of the chef and his skills in the kitchen as well as the texture, color and sensations that the man had when tasting. Note, he himself had done no such thing and, worst of all, the reader gets even less. But, like porn, its a great quick fix for those who can’t get the real thing and happily accept another option of watching someone else go through the motions in a feature presentation. Would it be blasphemous to suggest the same intent is at the helm of both of these deceptions? Well, now I’ve said it so its up to you to handle it as I’m not responsible for your feelings. You are. They are your energetics and either you master them or remain enSlaved by the voice in your head which says:

“Oh no he didn’t! How dare he. Tell him this…” as it spews its suggestions you’ll repeat, verbatim.

How many of you click that you can’t be the one speaking when you’re actually listening? Thats doing the Knowledge, my friend, and in that respect I have no cake, neither have I tasted it. What I have ate and can share the recipe as well is for a pretty basic spiritual biscuit that you are welcome to reality test. What I just mentioned was the first step as discernment is the key when it comes to sifting the pure waters of Inner Sense from the resulting Adulteration that life mixed in as part of its tricks that need countless coping mechs like drugs, sex and religion as well copious amounts of entertainment in order to keep hidden.

In many ways the aim of the Game is declaring war on your (false) self as only that which stepped in can exit from this realm at the end and if you Thunk you’re a human who believes that, this and this then you’re in for a rude awakening as you’re lulled back to sleep again after a swift mindwipe and respawn in the flesh. Thats where the biscuit comes in because, much like the Matrix, you can’t be shown what it is but once tasted its Self evident that the frogs in the kitchen simply aren’t clicking the intent of the chef who turns up the heat in increments in order to prevent them escaping whilst he serves them at the high table. Let that sink in it will become Self evident you are being fed upon by a predator of consciousness as man is nowhere near the apex he pretends. That, in a nutshell, is one of the first steps you take on the Path that is created by walking is your ultimate goal is liberation because one of the worst things about being born into a realm Adulterated is all the signs marked “Exit” are actually entrancing because what you’re seeking is within and can only be accessed in the present moment. I mean, consider this:

You strap a set of VR goggles on your head and connect up the rest of this latest version of tech they’re calling Feelies. The hypeman says:

“Unlike those old films that required reality suspension in order for you to buy in this fully immersive imperience links your central nervous system upto the projected scenes beamed into your head which you’ll see from a first person lens and feel all of the sensation like to you they were happening. Best yet is that it will appear the script is unfolding based on your whims and decisions via the illusion of freewill and the appearance of paths branching that end at the same destination for the one who makes it possible via their participation in the illusion”.

Lets pretend that into this glimpse of future tech a version of me steps in and says to the you, connected:

“The world doesn’t exist. You are not the character you accept because its an aberration of your consciousness that is being manipulated via the intent of an artful deception that presents itself as entertainment but may be hiding something else you currently don’t suspect is actually vitally important to the whole sketch”.

What do you think would happen? How many do you think would click the depth and simplicity of the message that will become Self evident once they lift the veil from their awareness? Not many, I’d bet. To those that would attempt I’d lace them with some Game as I mentioned a great way to reality test:

“If you truly Thunk you’re this and that you possess free will why not stop, sit still and do nothing for a moment whilst clearing the impulses and sensations from your head? After all, it is your life. Isn’t it?”.

That alone is a huge hint about what I’ve said because to the mind that is still, the universes surrenders as the simulation doth glitch because, deep down, it knows you have more power than it.

The world doesn’t exist. Don’t take my word for it, I urge you to find out your Self because those who don’t unwrap this gift in the present remain hopelessly connected to a mission in the flesh that is running at its most basic wavelength. Imagine you could flip the script? What then? How many can admit they feel like a side character in the life they live? We all know about the huge impulses and wishes within that are squashed and silenced via the noiZ in your head and its incessant prompting. That is your enemy, if ignorant. Best friend, if stupid and, at its best, a teacher if you’re wise enough to Know the Ledge because class is always in session in this realm but most fell at the first hurdle then built an encampment called “Life in the modern age” which is just a stage of the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits and nowhere near the whole thing which offers a premise that is simply amazing for those who comprehend the shadows depth away from the allure of false illumination.

Am I breaking the immersion? Am I wrong for this? Is going against the grain and intent of one who built this realm a huge problem? Should I be purged and punished for daring to suggest the Emperor is naked and the Victim of an elaborate confidence trick that was pulled by some pilgrims that preach one thing but whose practices are quite different which is why their main book of ref has never been translated into another language that carries the letter and spirit of what was encoded and handed to their ancestors as part of an arrangement that allows them to reign in hell whilst creating carbon based motion pics for all those who Thunk they’re human.

Am I beating a horse that, long ago, drew its last breath or is the fact that I have to do this now a sign and symbol of how ineffective the past teachings were in getting through the heads of the collective about the nature of this illusion which profits from confusion as it normalizes delusion in order to keep the Souls plugged in, from one life to the next, not knowing their elbow from their rear end but trying, real hard, to lick both as life is spent on a quest that ends right back here again if you didn’t flip the script when the opportunity presents. Dare ye Know the Ledge?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

A Class With Two Teachers

Can you imagine you were sent to a boarding school, back when, in order to learn a lesson. There are only two teachers (but plenty of attendants) and class is always in session. Their rhymes and reasons, styles and methods couldn’t be more different. Between them they have a secret as both are vying for total domination of the System and thus the control of information as well as the rules and regulations.

One is bright, he shines with a light that fairly singes the eyes and is known to dazzle with appearances and proclamations that, in a roundabout way, always end up with the same underlying message:

“I’m great, look at me. Its OK, you can admit it. You want to be me”.

No matter what he says, spiritual or mundane, there is always an undercurrent of his competitive edge as he seeks to vanquish any form of opposition or threat to his reign. He has a loyal team of adherents that won’t hear a word said against him and a list of epithets that some suspect that he himself penned and placed into circulation in his desperate quest for adulation. He is fiercely jealous, even of his own students, because whilst he says he wants them to excel his methods reveal other forms of logic and woe betide anyone who outshines him as they will most certainly be expelled from the institution.

The other, on the flip, is total darkness that is wrapped in an impenetrable silence. If the formers classes are all theatricality and artfulness the latters can cause a lot of confusion which is actually the point, dig? I’ll let one of the crew fill you in:

“The hardest thing to perceive is that which is hidden beneath a thick layer of ignorance that has a chunky cloth of dread spread over it. That is, until you stub your toe on it at two AM and perceive the pain dancing through your system as you feel like cursing and yelling at the obstacle. Many don’t do this and simply fall over it instead, dust themselves off and get back on with the business of living like nothing happened. All of that probably makes no sense but then that is the aim as we’re talking about no thing which is, paradoxically, everything. Oh yes, I recollect a lesson that I gained not long after illumination that went like this:

What don’t you hear that makes listening possible?

The silence. Or, to be more accurate, the Psylense as this is the Self same thing you call imagination. Can you comprehend the simplistic depth of the message and how its subtlety is its strength as it creates and sustains the rest like that clown with his flash theatrics – noiZ, par excellence – who is scared to death of what we rep because when we step on the scene he’s reminded that his designs don’t mean a thing without that which sustains them”.

As you can probably tell this isn’t the usual type of educational establishment and yet, it is. There is an immense paradox to all of this because whilst this may be a simple tale that is being impressed in your awareness via the text and the web its actually totally representative of the fractal as the dark is the screen and light is the bits of information you’re picking. On a deeper level they are the one and zero that powers the tech as well what you call life and death which, to be more accurate are two parts of the same equation which is akin to breathing and this leads us back to music as its a huge performance of which you’re in the mid so its a question of resonance and the depth of your awareness. Many are blinded by the light and scared to death of the alternative but how many do you think comprehend that the fear they’re actually feeling belongs to another being influencing them?

If you lived to dance and sing but were asked to sit still and remain silent, do you think you could handle it? What about the opposite? In the end its only those who have mastered both ends of the spectrum that get to ascend and graduate from the establishment because the lesson that never ends is little more than spot the difference mixed in with hide and seek with a sprinkle of charades and countless mind Games. Expressed as this it makes perfect sense what the true meaning of “born in sin” is, yes? Also the intrinsic natures of women and men and pretty much everything else in this realm, all wrapped up in a simple GIF:

Some would claim the light side is how to win because it sure feels good to shine brighter than the rest plus the praise is effusive from the one at the head. Just remember to keep coloring in within the lines he set otherwise you might find your transition to a burnt offering upsets the plans you’d intended. Others say:

“These fools are easily amused and lack all skill and grace because the dread they fear of being erased and woken from their delusion to accept their true resonance from which all else came beyond the illusion they’re currently misidentified with is both in and of this realm and thus, by definition, limited by that which it dwells within but refuses to acknowledge”.

The strangest thing about this sect is the teacher herself says nothing and yet all is freely given, with no obligations. There is no dogma, no rigid script, no expectations and no formal test. You either get it or you don’t. Either persist or resist until it clicks that there is nothing else to push against other than your own ignorance in which case the huge blockage that rests in the darkness is revealed to be… nothing. Or, to be more precise, no thing. The moment you get this there is a glimmer of awakening and the effect of it is intoxicatingly sobering as one cannot help but laugh as they comprehend the depth of the Game as tears wet their face for those that will never raise their awareness to this rate. Some become consumed with their own consumption, which the other side encourages and the process itself is wildly tempting because the power of the void does shift into the seething energies of manifestation so its so easy to sip the drink and become drunk on excess as you forget the actual steps to come to this realization.

Many get stuck on this, time and again. Like the sun they rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall whilst being so caught up in the subjective that who they are, what they’ve done and hope to accomplish does melt like a snowman in Kansas. Others enter the void so well that, unlike the other students, they comprehend that there is nothing to be said because anything that isn’t the Psylense is a bad translation and thus a strange type of development kicks in which the best adepts keep their lips zipped whilst the ones passionately bumping in their gums actually have the least gnosis. Some see the difference and infer the resonance as they sit in alignment with both versions with the intent of creating a bridge between where one is on the Path and how many steps ahead the other is walking. By a curious mix of gesture and intent they send out a beacon to those capable of decoding and thus the dark side is unfolding in a way that is a polar opposite of the pomp and circumstance they’ve seen in the other wing with its rigidly enforced, brutal thinking. And yet, they are both, at their fundamental, interlinked and almost identical. The main issue is that open mouths get fed and the loudest gain attention. Looking around at this realm I’ll let you tell who is at the helm and why they’ve said what they said and do what they do with their resources.

Everything in the world is created and born from something and yet the same thing comes from nothing, itself no thing. It can be quite mind bending to comprehend and its one of those subtle things that once you’ve felt it in your awareness you get both ends of the spectrum, even if we have our own preference and tend to lean toward one whilst downplaying the next. Much like a clock ticks this cycle is eternal, internal and transcendent because there is an immense difference when it comes to being in and of it in the sense that the dark comprehends what the light pretends to forget whilst the shine is more approachable and of a coarser material that is easily grasped by anyone who isn’t blackballed. Yet. But, like I said, the teachers of these classes could be no more different for he who presents the wings will also sear them off if ye dare fly to close to him whereas the alternative says, without moving her lips:

“Foolish human with your contraptions that were designed to keep you limited via the illusion of progress. Know ye not that ye are that which creates, maintains and sustains him in elevation and is awaiting your realization of the deception he brings?”.

Obviously because its not rendered explicit like this its nigh on impossible for most to get and these two have been engaged in their war of attrition for the hearts and minds of the adherents since time begins as its little more than the direct manifestation of their oscillating that alternates like a current which presently manifests as night and day as well as the hemispheres of your head, the basics of code and what runs the tech as well as breathing along with sex plus what happens when sperm meets egg and pretty much the all of everything is built from these fundamental elements that are, in the end, totally impersonal and yet intensely significant as well to those busy taking notes they may or may not comprehend from the perspective of this realm.

Class is in session. Can you feelsee what was said?

Till we meet again