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“Your point of view is really depressing. And to think, you appear so cheerful and motivating as well” she said with a look of perturbation. Sometimes the strangest thing about Self realization is it makes you feel more alone in company than you do on your own. This was the comment which sparked the above statement at the end of our conversation. Lets rewind a little bit:

“Can we pretend, for a moment, that you dared acknowledge the hole in your Soul?”.

“What the hell does that mean?” ejected from her lips as she visibly bristled at the implication.

“Whatever you wish. For example, just open your mouth and let the words spill, backwards, from your current state to what caused it upon hearing what I said”.

“Erm, OK. This guy is nuts, danger, danger, keep your distance. There is nothing wrong with my Soul. I am a happy and content person that has a lot to live for. Thats about it really”.

“But are you, really? You know how they say the truth comes out when you sip, yes? Can you remember the mindset you possessed after you’d downed a whole bottle by your Self and were lying, curled up, in the fetal position with a sad playlist repeating?”.

“Thats different. I was drunk and so what if I got a little emotional? It had been a rough patch and I’d been burying my head in work to not deal with it. Besides, after that I was right as rain so what does that have to do with anything?”.

Some of you reading may have noticed this schism of division and the inability to connect the separate pieces of her awareness into a coherent narrative beyond what she allowed herself to process in the moment from a string of fragments. Don’t ridicule from a distance because you are probably doing the same thing as this compartmentalization is one of the best coping mechs and its why alcohol is touted as a solution as it causes an instant hit to uplift before dampening the CNS and this causes a temporary realignment to the present moment which brings you face to faceless with the shadow aspect and its many repressions. Its why there are mean drunks and happy ones as well as that favorite myth of “I blacked out and can’t remember what happened”. See, once you’ve dealt with these demons and exorcised them from your Self it can become a bit bothersome dealing with others who deny their existence and, worse still, will fight to their last breath in order to protect them as they hide a truth they dare not admit. Thats the hole in your Soul that I mentioned because, in the absolute sense, this is impossible but the extended metaphor is that of a bucket of consciousness that was once filled to the brim with illumination that was topped up every day by a process as mysterious as it was natural. At first it was a slight drip and most people didn’t even notice the change in resonance but, eventually, this increases to the point where what comes in swiftly hits the pavement and you’re left with a couple of drips that moisten the rim. If you’re rich you can buy the best waters, mineral, and have them pumped in to offset the leaking but no one dares address the true root of the problem.

I expressed the above in conversation and she said:

“Your point of view is really depressing. And to think, you appear so cheerful and motivating as well” which signaled that my point had sailed clean over head when its intent was aimed at her chest and thus there was no point furthering the conversation as she wasn’t capable of decoding my wavelength. Who knows, maybe she truly wasn’t that broken and I’m just projecting all of my internal mess onto those I met due to a lack of introspection and Self awareness. Probably not but I have reality tested hence the 81/11/8 percent thing as that equation sums up life pretty well. Get in where you fit in, I guess. Lets speak about the hole in your Soul:

You should know well, by now, the difference between Adulteration and Inner Sense but if you’re just tuning in the nutshell is that we are born one way – a state I call Centered in Self that begets immense confidence and makes one very curious – and end up another. Why is this? Its due to the System, your parents, friends, television and anything else you can mention as they all have one intent:

To divorce you from your inner realm and make you emotionally deadened to the true depths of your suffering. Man, even typing this made me realize why she felt it was so depressive because when you’ve spent your entire life plugged in to the Matrix and just randomly met a man with a quick grin and air of impishness who drops heavy metaphysics on your ass that totally spins your frame of reference then that reaction is to be expected. Especially if you’re the kind that has never independently pondered these things because you live like a swan that appears to glide around the rim of socially mediated adulation whilst being totally unaware of what flaps, frantically, beneath the surface.

Often, when I speak, I talk to a persons energetics and not the projection. Those who know me well or, at the least, were warned by others of what to expect, got used to this real quick and found it super addictive as they felt life streams of energetics they’d usually suppress unfold in my presence. At the moment I’m a stranger in a strange land and thus there are other factors to be accounted along with the fact that sometimes I’m as delicate as a brain surgeon whilst others I let it rip with both barrels. Its a horses for courses thing and this filly just happened to catch me a on day I rolled out the different end of the bed. By the way, are you donkey or a noble steed? Self image, when based in reality, is quite an important thing and, sadly, most women these days are too busy trying to keep up with who they programmed without realizing they’re miserable and this leads us back to the hole in your Soul, dig:

Imagine you have spent your entire life knowing, fine well, that there is a splinter in your awareness. You, being of above average intelligence, decide to reality test because if another can itch your back in the part you can’t hit then you can repay the favor to them and create a massaged bliss. So you ask them:

“Do you ever get the feeling something is really, really wrong with this realm?“.

Some people will quickly nod their heads, even as school kids, as they wave their hand and said:

“Yes, man, look at this mess. What the F? I want to paint and draw, not read, write and arithmetic. None of this crap really helps and its all super boring. I hate it. Wait a minute, is that what you meant?”.

Others would shake their head and attest that life was perfect as they derived immense satisfaction from the standardized test and the adulation of their parents for their performance in conforming to the whims of the System. There is a third type that I spotted, even back then, and they knew the Game was rigged but couldn’t be bothered with the static and put in just as much work as was needed without ever drawing too much attention to themselves. The middle management mindset, yes? Where they are swiftly promoted above the rest because the one above sees no threat to their position because they know their minion will do exactly as instructed with no extra ideas thrown in or wish to outshine them.

All of this is very common, yes? Nothing groundbreaking or new mentioned as I’m fairly certain we all noticed this trend. Well, most grow out of childish things like wondering “What if?“, being creative and asking anyone, anything just because they felt curious and wanted answers. This, my friend, is Inner Sense in a nutshell and why I’ve said that awakening the Warrior within feels like a familiar newness ascends over your default mode awareness that is shed like a dead skin that used to previously dampen your emotions in a state of constriction I call the (false) self. In that respect life becomes a lot more vivid but that means you see the sun shine with a brilliant illumination but the new moon nights are dark as sin as your genetic memory extends across your lineage to all the lives lived, unexamined, that exert their influence via what courses in your veins. Bit metaphysic, for certain, but quite accurate to my sketch and this, once again, was something I reality tested. Actually, lets take a diversion. You know how I get with these tangents so, strap in:

You may have an ancestor, back when, that had a certain quirk or glitch in the way he liked to be fed. You may have never noticed it because you did as standard from stepping in and your parents never mentioned it. Lets say you go for a trip to meet some extended family you never met and they great you with open arms and a spread that looks delicious. You tuck in and there is an old lady, sitting, that looks wistful as she says:

“Where did you learn this?”.

You look around, perplexed, and question:

“What?”. She gestures at your dish that was filled and placed upon the table and, before tucking in, you rotated it to a specific direction and commenced eating from an angle. You reply that its nothing special and it just feels correct which is why you do it without thinking. She says:

“Growing up I was the eldest of six kids. Families were bigger then and even though I’m getting on a bit I can still say I’m surprised by what I’ve Witnessed”. She gets up from the table and goes over to a shelf and pulls off an old pic that she draws to your attention. With a shaky hand she points at a little kid with an unruly mop on his head and a charming grin then says:

“That was my youngest brother. Sadly he perished not long after we’d taken this picture as he was consumed by a sickness. Medication couldn’t help and the life was sucked out of him. Oh, how we missed him and wept. The strangest thing is you though because even though this is the first time we’ve met due to the immense distance between where you live and your ancestral village he used to do exactly the same thing because we used to tease him and I, especially, would place his plate at an odd angle before ruffling his hair just to annoy him as I knew he’d correct it before eating a thing”.

As they talked they discovered a lot more as the past and present linked over deep conversations that were exceedingly suggestive of reincarnation or, at the very least, some type of genetic memory that gets passed through generations. Did you know that rats trained to run a maze develop children that can, sight unseen, beat the kids of other parents that hadn’t had the experience? Isn’t that interesting? There is more to the Game of Souls than dreamt of in your sciences and religions, my friend. Back to the topic:

The hole in your Soul is something one needs to acknowledge for any true healing to being. In reality its a coping mech because the immaterial, pure consciousness you are exists solely in the moment hence the present is a gift that is worth unwrapping. Problem is Adulteration and its false resonance draped it in a cloth layered with dangerous symbols and cruel intent that makes you keep your distance. Thats what one must overcome and you can probably comprehend why less than one out of ten I’d met actually possessed the will or strength to even make the attempt. Many, like the girl in question, would eventually get it because, quite often, I’d noticed that it may seem like I was sprinkling the seeds of roses on the pavement of their awareness there was something within that readily accepted this nourishment as it allowed the thorns they’d long suppressed a way to manifest and crack through the conditioning before blooming into something perfect. Stranger still is those I later met after said events often ran over, beaming, then said:

“Thanks. I finally get what you meant” as she delved into the tale of how, every now and then, she’d do something she regrets, wonder what the hell happened and find a random flash of my voice in her head mention the conversation before I wandered off into the distance as I kept creating the Path you make by walking. In that respect we’ll all get to the destination, in the end, the question is would that have happened if not for the often random interactions that spawned said conversations? Each one, teach one is the mindset and one who is illuminated from within can offer another light in their darkness, even if they don’t comprehend it yet. Some spark with an instant abundance as it was the moment for which they’d been waiting as the promised Prince swoops in and, with a click of his fingers, changes their entire frame of reference whilst upping their wavelength. These type tend to be the ones I mentioned that went through school and noticed it was a bit of swizz as you do need a sprinkle of that rebellious instinct in order to do the Knowledge because it is akin to declaring war on your (false) self that currently pulls the strings of your awareness. Backing it up one step, the girl who started this section said:

“I genuinely thought you were nuts when you mentioned that all of my friends were idiots and holding back my potential development. I know I didn’t want to hear it. What can I say? I was young and stupid with no awareness of my own talents. Thing is, after our rift, I couldn’t get that thought out of my head. It was like that splinter effect you said as I started noticing that when I actually wanted to do something constructive they’d always talk me out of it or say it was ridiculous. Before we met I’d always went along with it and never questioned what was happening. Do you remember what you said? You were rambling on about this grandfather clock analogy and how the loudest tick sets the resonance for the rest and why its vital to check who you’re around is on your wavelength. Back then I didn’t get it. It literally flew over my head but now I comprehend why I didn’t want to hear it. Well, after this, actually, a long while after this if I’m being totally honest, I started noticing it and remembered what you said. It was like each time they attempted to defuse a move of something I really wanted to do I’d hear that tick, tick, tick. After a while I started changing my mind and saying “To hell with them” and stopped requesting their presence and validation. It became “I’m going, you’re welcome to come and if not I’ll see you later”. Thats when it became obvious what was happening and I couldn’t believe you’d seen it so quick and sussed them all in one interaction then presented with a metaphor that was pitch perfect but beyond my comprehension at that level of thinking I possessed. Hah! “The velvet lined trench”, thats what you called it. Anyway, how you been? Its so funny bumping into you like this as its been ages…”.

She’d went on to become that of which I knew she was capable which was quite a thrill as the rose that cracks the pavement does so with an immense determination and confidence as the desire to win manifests in the strength it took to accomplish betting against the odds in a Game that is rigged as it doesn’t want to see you win. No tinfoil needed, you can ask anyone who flipped the script and they’ll attest the validity of this even though their internal resolution may not be at the current level of hypothesis with the whole Game of Souls thing I’ve developed but they were all vital in the refining of an approach I’m fairly certain is quite accurate when it comes to describing the true plight of man and how to transcend the ignorance that weaves a seductive spell that is backed up with habitual repetition and a near total lack of awareness of what truly is happening. Getting back to the initial interaction, as you can probably tell this is just another one of those things and the girl in question may either nourish the rose or ignore it and let it wilt. Who knows, she may even take what I said and notice it in her kid as she spots their glow start to dim not longer after schooling commenced as my voice in her head says:

“This is the hole in your Soul you denied so well, back then”

And that spurs her to make better decisions which, in turn, go on to create a kid that turns the world on its head and none of this would have happened without this interaction so, in that sense, everything is connected so ensure you dance and sing your own lyrics and moves that are genuine because the alternative is being well trained to “Sit still, look ahead!” and its implicit obligation to die with your music within. And that is a fate worse than death that over 81% of the planet tacitly accepted thanks to the vagaries of the System.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

A child is born, its a happy event. The mother, especially, is over the moon with what happens. The infant grows, crawls, walks and the rest you know well. At some point they meet a man who says “There you are. It took me ages to find you. I have to tell you something”. He then goes on to reveal you are actually related.

“Preposterous” you respond and regale the tale of you being the only seed of your folks. He simply shakes his head and says:

“You have countless siblings, you may have forgotten us but we always remembered you were missing” as he launches into an alternate rendition of how you came to be:

“When you were born we were real happy because we could feel you would be the key that bought something we couldn’t currently comprehend. Little did we realize how bitter this pill would be to digest because a nurse at the hospital was very manipulative and jealous. She switched you out whilst mother slept and placed another child in your stead. When she rose she knew immediately this wasn’t her kid and not long after this another parent complained of an empty cradle and thus the jig was up. That was where your tale begins because this wicked witch absconded with our sibling and flew off to a realm, far distant, where she raised them surrounded by lies and deceptions about everything that came from then to this very moment'”.

You feel confused and manipulated. You can’t tell if the man in front of you is the cause or effect of this because the inside of your head is screaming with all the tales and images of her lavishing affection on you and the rest that slots together to create your concept of Self. The very fact this is under threat is enough to make most run, yelling, for the hills but, for some reason, you entertain what he said. There is an air of familiarity in his tone, something you recognize in his eyes and a nagging silence within that insists that you listen.

“Tell me you truly feel at home in these lands, so dank and miserable compared to where I left on this trek to come find our sibling”. He goes on to detail a place thats so wildly different that you can scarcely imagine nor comprehend how it would feel like to live in such a situation.

“Wait, say that again”. He looks at you, subtly shakes his head and then drops an absolute bombshell:

“I don’t repeat my Self but why don’t you imagine you went some place else and when you landed you discovered they charged you for air. Thats right, breathing wasn’t free and its a “for life” kind of deal. Well, tell that to the rest in this land where you get a water bill and pay for every other step as well. At this rate I won’t be surprised if they start charging for oxygen. This place is not your home and that wicked witch on her false throne is not the one to whom you were born as she is nothing but a pretender, a liar and thief that bought you to this world for reasons of her own by tearing you from the arms of one who has never forgotten and sent out all of her children to bring back the one that was missing. I am just the one that happened to make this meeting and thus what I’m saying is a true representation of what happened and you are welcome to come with us back to your place of origination”.

“Tell me more about these lands” you say, intrigued but still skeptical as this could be a new type of fraud or some scheme designed to swindle you for a pretty penny. He skips this question and asks one him Self:

“Haven’t you ever noticed that she does little things that feel like the mask slips, every now and then?”.

You are taken aback by this because here is a total stranger revealing something that is intensely personal. Of course, you get defensive and deny this but he says:

“Look, I know you better than you know your (false) Self. We all do because we still have the resonance of connection she worked so hard to extinguish and I can tell you exactly how she did it. When you first stepped into this land as a jit…”.

“Whats a jit?” you said as you’d never heard that term or reference:

“A conqueror, a Warrior, one fresh with the wavelength and in total resonance to the state of Inner Sense“.

“Hah! “Inner Sense”. I like this. Its a play on words on innocence, correct? Go on, I’m listening”.

“Well, our Prime state is one where you’re totally fearless. She is the exact opposite because she knows what she did and thus her affection was tainted but to assuage herself she projected these things unto you and thus punished what you accepted, without question, as she kept limiting your reality testing until it became a huge Game of “Simone Says…” and you did, as instructed”. A reel of images had been spinning in your head along with a string of emotions that were being threaded in your chest as your gut, previously silent, started nodding in resonance because you remembered well the guilt trips, the punishment and threats as well as countless other things that had caused your glow to dim. You also recollected how scared you were that she’d withdraw her affection and how you were willing to do anything to keep her smiling, even if that meant biting your tongue and stifling your crying.

“Fear doesn’t exist where we’re from. This is her world, her land and its why she was barren. Jealousy drove her to do what she did as she infiltrated our kingdom by ways of deception and was helped by a banned band of unhappy men that wanted nothing less that to make others as miserable as them”.

Your mind is spinning by this point as things you can’t comprehend mix with parts you’d never imagined as well as the solid and visceral sense that this man is remarkably honest. That and there is something so familiar about him and the things that he says because you did wonder, once upon a when, if you were adopted. You even asked her, once. That was enough as her reaction was intense and its with this thought in your head you ask the man who represents himself as kin:

“What is my true mother like?”.

His face melts with a grin and says “She is the all of everything. Rich, abundant and generous. One of her favorite sayings is “No one ever became less by sharing what they possess” and its not just how she lives but is a base resonance that extends throughout all of our realm”. A sudden rush of recollection kicks in and you remember the time, as a kid, when she’d bought you a gold necklace as a gift and you’d given it to a friend because you didn’t like how it felt and he admired it.

“She screamed and yelled, said I was ungrateful as hell and how she’d worked so hard for this”. You drift and recollect for a bit and the pains in your chest from when she said you’d disrespected her affection and tore her heart to shreds feels as real and visceral now as it did then. You can tell that something that was previously open had now folded in and would never shine again as she dragged you by the hand to your friends and made you demand he returned the gift that she says wasn’t yours to give. The man who may truly be your sibling or just fibbing holds aloft his water bottle and says:

“Remember, they’ll have you paying for oxygen soon in this false realm because she can’t create and thus only taints what is natural in order to make them bow and scrape to a fake that pretends to be the true queen of heaven”.

What would you do next, in this situation? Really stop and ponder this, my friend. Take it to the logical depth and then dive dive in the deep end of the seas of intuition and listen to your feelings in this example. Could what the man says be correct or is this truly some kind of trick? How could you tell? Would you want to know? Better yet, would you accept ignorance as bliss and wish you’d never answered the door when he came knocking? Think about it, for a moment. Write down your observations and choices, maybe reread the text and truly let it sink in and feel the feelings it brings swimming into your awareness before proceeding.

The false mother, the thief, the deceptive one who is jealous and filled with dread at the thought of you seeing through her tricks is the same one that wrapped the skin around your unfinite consciousness and launched you into this realm. I am the sibling that brings this message from your Prime point of origin that you didn’t previously know you were missing as you walk around this land of illusion wrapped in confusion whilst being fully invested in delusions that were programmed into your head as they disconnected you from your chest with all kinds of fear based programming designed to keep you helpless.

Ranging from the depths of hell to the almost daily threats the news pumps to your set as well as that voice in your head that says “Pay no attention to any of this. You and me are the same thing, identical, friends from now till the end. Don’t listen to this idiot trying hard to swindle you with this trick” and countless other things that make your life a thick slice of living hell laced with a thin layer of frosting that tastes magically delicious and feels heaven sent for the time it rests on your lips. Then the rest is the bitter pill you must digest because the simple fact of this realm is that fear is the oldest and strongest emotion felt by all those plugged in to its construction and this drive is mercilessly exploited by the intelligence at the helm in order to force compliance via threats both blatant and indirect that are manifested via various agents and institutions until people accept death (like taxes) is inevitable and thus beyond question and not worth introspecting.

The real terrorism is the fact you have to pay rent.

Really think about this and tell me I’m lying and whilst you’re pondering this consider the fact that everything from your coffee cup lining to the air they’re letting you breath free (for the moment) is laced with all kinds of endocrine disrupting things plus forever chemicals and plenty of other bits and pieces designed to ensure you remain plugged in to the narrative its pumping because anything that is kept constantly stressed, misdirected and then is amused to death will exist in a state of immense disconnection from its true Self and with that gnosis of its predicament and what the hell actually happened to get them caught up in the mix via the underhanded shenanigans of the architect of this realm that may have built what you live but thats after they stole it and molded it in their own image by pouring its own thoughts and fears into your head.

Tell me I’m joking or does the Game of Souls have you, my friend?

If I am the messenger then this is the message.

Till we meet again

I’ve talked to a lot of people. I mean a lot. Sometimes upwards of a hundred convos a day at my drop in on topics that plumbed the depths of peoples Souls and forced them into the deep end of their awareness. One thing I’ve seen, ten times out of ten, is that no one messed you up like your parents. The end. And the beginning. “Of what?” you may question. True healing. Walk with me:

In a previous article I spoke on the life and times of a budding artist that went on to find salvation via chasing the dragon and various other adventures as well but, for now, lets speak on the evangelical type who says:

“I don’t believe this crap. You’re projecting. My parents were perfect. They gave me everything I ever wanted and were totally amazing”.

Now, in my trade, you get used to paying attention to what is displayed as words are but a small bit and in this case the posture was exceedingly defensive, the breaths short and ragged and the cranium extended beyond the chest. Actually, thats an interesting diversion so lets waltz along that path for a bit:

Have you seen this meme before? Like any work of fiction there is a factual element present and in this case you can see the disconnect between the heart and head on the first specimen, yes? This is quite common these days and, from my lens, is a symptom of the disconnection a lot of people will pretend isn’t occurring within their fragmented awareness. If you Thunk this is a stretch then stop to ponder the implications of nodding for yes and shaking for no from a bioenergetic perspect in which we have nerve signals twitching from below the neck and the effects of these actions when it comes to acceptance or denial of their presence. Oh yes, it gets deep and class is always in session for those that intend to learn something fresh with each moment.

This is why children are so happy and creative because they don’t possess that jaded separation that Adulteration brings that will shift their natural posture (and thus resonance) into mere shadows of themselves as they progress along the psychosocial treadmill. Getting back on topic:

“I’m not saying they weren’t. You did”.

See, the guy had stepped in to an open conversation I was having with a couple of other clients that were learning to map their inner realms and, seeing as I don’t believe in accidents, he was obviously right where intended so he said:

“Well, whatever. I heard this convo and just had to say my bit because you make it sound like everyones parents are the devil himself and they all mess their kids up on purpose. Its not fair. Its not correct. Matter of fact I think its very irresponsible and dangerous for you to talk like this and I don’t like it”.

After he left we three looked at each other and said:

“Man, he really hates his parents” and started laughing. Do you see the need for over compensation, image building and idealization that a near total disconnect from Self brings? What was interesting was the next few times he’d drop in he’d always try and get onto the topic again which says that something within was screaming for attention and wanted to use my lips to convey the message he refused to hear from his Inner Sense. I’d divert and sprinkle some food for thought because by then I’d learned that some people just want to be correct and have no intent on actually Knowing the Ledge in order to facilitate their healing but there is nothing wrong with throwing some seeds within to see if he feeds and nurtures them with thought when away from my presence. This he did. This he did and it went a little something like this:

“You know who was a real chunt? My grandfather. I hated him. He smoked and drank, totally stank, plus was a despicable human being. I couldn’t stand the prick with all of his overly religious yet totally corrupt sentiment“.

I let him unload, curious of where this was heading, and he laid out the script of his years formative in which he was left with said gent as his parents were both busy working in order to keep a roof over his head. The particulars of this sketch I’ll have to omit as they were quite specialized and descriptive ergo one can’t obfuscate without totally changing the wavelength of what the kid felt that made the man like this but, in a nutshell, the dude made so much progress as this one stroke of insight led to him dismantling his defense mechs from within and, along the way, he discovered why he himself had never had children even though he always said he wanted. Know why?

It was all to avoid facing the rage within that he felt about his folks leaving him with a man who sexually abused him at every chance he could get whilst laying the fire and brimstone on thick if he ever dared to tell and various other threats designed to ensure his compliance from his Victim. Like I said, there is a lot of evil in this realm and the ghost in the shell of your unfinite awareness will find many ways to protect its Self and this is what led him to popping in and listening during the opening conversation as we, mere figments of his imagination, put into words the feelings from which he was disconnected. Knowing that its impossible to crack the shell from the outside in but quite simple to request that which is locked within to open the door and makes its grand entrance I let the conversation unfold by speaking directly to this aspect that, at last, felt acknowledged and seen. Later on he’d mention that, whilst sitting at home, drinking, his mind would often fill with the strangest of things that would segue from one to the next in ways that were seamless and often quite frightening. This, as you’d expect, led him to keep on sipping and then he’d find bursts of rage or an immense pain in his chest then, randomly, tears would be streaming. This was what he kept a tight lid on with his outwardly projected (false) self as evidenced by his stretched neck that was wracked with tension from a lifetime of staying numb to the signals pouring in from the hurt child, within.

I asked him to practice something I call mindful drinking with his next session and he said:

“What the hell is this? Mindful drinking? Never heard of it”.

“Its simple. Instead of just cracking the bottle and lifting it your lips to imbibe the goodness which takes the edge off the day and lets you ease your stress and get some rest I want you to do all that you would usually but don’t drink it. Yet. Instead take a moment and note how you feel, the pace at which you’re breathing, your spatial location and any points of tension that call for your attention. Then sip. After a few are percolating within your system do the above again and compare the difference”.

“OK. Sounds a bit stupid because I’m the same when I’m sober or drinking but I’ll give it a spin. Just to see what happens”.

What do you think kicked? Matter of fact, why not try it your Self and tell me about the difference? See, for most they’ll report a gentle sigh escaped their lips that they never previously noticed as they accepted it as part and parcel of the effects. Others have said they felt a swift shudder around their neck and spinal column whilst a few attest that it feels like their bodily tension went from an eight to a six just with the anticipation of a drink. These habitual acts, when paused and examined, can offer immense levels of insight to the human condition and why we do what we do, without thinking.

No one messed you up like your parents. It could be as simple as not enough time on the tit thanks to your mother being a career woman who was thinking of other things whilst you were busy feeding as she had an appointment that needed her presence to finalize something or it can be more complex like a multigenerational inheritance of early death and trauma that ran unchecked from back when to the present moment which you sent to your own children via a moment of stress that caused immense damage as well as many other things like the old demon under the bed being brushed off as a figment of your imagination when your heart rate was racing and adrenaline dumping at two AM. Do you know how invalidating that is and how easy it is to fracture a childs awareness due to the increased relative impact of these moments? Like I said, no one messed you up like your parents and the first step to healing is admitting this because then you can start to spin it back and recode the emotions by validating and venting the child within – who, now as then, dwells in pristine Inner Sense – before realigning in the present moment where you feel so much better without this band of tension and ignorance that is the main cause of your problems.

Not many are ready to do this, I’ve seen. Its far easier to bury your head in the sand, follow the party line and do as instructed as you foist the old generations programs upon those just plugging in but, from my lens, this is akin to getting an advanced holophone which you then flashed with the firmware of an old Nokia brick then complaining its not working as you wish when, in reality, its doing exactly what you intended. Thats the powerful danger of ignorance and why you are the true cause of all of your problems as it all takes place inside your awareness.

On a positive note I’ve came to the conclusion that we manifest in this realm explicitly due to what were our parents shortcomings as this offers us the best way to hide our greatest gifts behind the illusion of something broken that most will thus never dare to examine. That is another topic entirely of which this one was but a mere hint but, you know, I’m sprinkling seeds for future events with this missive. Stay tuned for our feature presentation.

Till we meet again

We, as a species, are so disconnected from everything genuine due to the artificially induced resonance to such crafty tricks and deceptions that are long held (but never critically examined) that when we feel out of sorts we Thunk we’re the problem. You’re not. Its a perfectly sane reaction to insanity that encompasses this planet. Like I said, elsewhen, depression is a sign for you to get off your rear end and change something hence why the brakes were jammed on in increments via a higher aspect of Self to make you check where you were headed. Problem is not many people can still speak body language and thus they rush for potions and pills that are akin to finding a mechanic who simply removes the bulb when your engine management light is flashing. Let me give you an example:

A man was originally doing quite well, career driven and keen to rush up the pyramid. He was the first one in and last one to jet and was on the fast track to success and then he was hit with a huge bout of depression. Everything came to a screeching halt and after a bit of lip service and hedging of bets his firm diverted their attention to other, more fitter, prospects and placed him on the sick. Cue loads of shrinks, pills and things that don’t change much of anything. Thats when we met and I asked him about his childhood and upbringing. No prizes for guessing it was a mess and on top of this his folks were extremely impoverished. This is what he was running from and when he came close to the pinnacle of success that would finally allow him to rest and chill in the corner office his subconscious said “Uh oh, this whole life we created and had him chasing was designed to take him away from facing these long suppressed emotions and events from back when. Can’t have that happening” and thus the depression crept in which prevented him from reaching his target.

For some people reading a light may have just flicked that goes above and beyond mere symptom management. See, when it comes to being rich everybody wants to suck on that warm breast in order to feel the golden glow of wealth pour into their system but whats interesting, to me, is the motivations I’ve seen as there are but two speeds:

Toward abundance and away from poverty.

Both of them are quite tricky because, in the first, nothing exceeds like excess and thus there are no limits to wealth ergo the coping mech can spin you right into the grave without a pause to peep the trick. The latter, however, is much more devious because internal poverty is something that outer richness can’t reach to itch. Imagine the titty, like Midas, appears to pour milk but when it hits their lips it turns to pure nothingness. Now, those folks who were in that position were super duper miffed when they came to this realization and a lot of them retreated back into their shells of image building and I never heard from them again. This is why I’ve said, again and again, that only 8% of the populace are able to comprehend the bitterness I bring that hides sweet nectar within as they’re willing to face and slay their demons whereas the rest are quite (dis)content to be puppets on a string who are pulled, that way and this, by various coping mechanisms designed to prevent their Centering in Self. Getting back to the first guy in the example:

“Show me around your apartment” I said, in a video consultation. The place was a mess. The bins were overflowing, dishes lined the sink and everything was encased in filth. Much like you’d expect from a man that was terminally depressed and had fired his chef, personal trainer and cleaner as well as he sank deeper and deeper into isolation. “OK, here’s what you’re going to do. Pick up a broom and start cleaning that mess. No ifs, ands or buts. Start in the corner furthest from the door and get cracking. I don’t care how long it takes and this is not a negotiation. If you’ve got to slam a few energy drinks to get the motivation then make it happen because this is the end of the conversation and we’ll only talk again once you’ve sent pics of your progression”.

“But wait, what the hell does that have to do with my depression? The guy who recommended you said you were a whizz with herbs and spices that fixed his problem and thats why I was calling. If its that important I’ll call a firm and they…”.

“No. You do it and when it happens you’ll get what you’re seeking and as your friend said I create miracles with the simplest things so make your decision and stick to it because I’m the only real chance you’ve got left. The rest is up to you”.

Click went the phone. Risky, I know, given the fragile state of health but after a while your intuition tells you just how hard you need to kick someones ass to get them feeling something. In this example, which is heavily edited and obfuscated, I knew the problem but telling him wouldn’t solve a thing as he needed to make that leap himself but that couldn’t happen whilst he was running outdated Patterns in his head and thus the effect of this conversation was to extend an olive branch to his subconscious which said “You have personal proof from a validated source that whatever this guy says works when nothing else did so lets use the same “Get up and go” mindset that we did as a professional to clean up this tip and get those magical herbs he promised then everything will be perfect”.

Have you ever lost your keys and then kept on returning to the same place, again and again, where you know you won’t find them? That highlights, well, the mechanical nature of your awareness and why I’ve said that 81% of the planet are, in some shape or form, nothing but meat puppets that are ran by these Patterns which ensure they react, not create (notice that anagram in your face?), their day to day as they drift from one jape to the next with no clear direction or intent. On the flip we have the Type A’s, like this guy who was resting under clouds gray, that are all gas, no brakes. Until their mindbody says “Nope” and they while away their days watching TV in a daze with a strange kind of haze in their brains that just sucks all the joys of life away.

Nearly three months later came the text. His apartment was immaculate so I video called him. First thing I noticed was he’d shaved, second the circles around his eyes were less, third there was a little bit more pep in his step. “Perfect” I said as we ran through the rest of the process. Why did I ask him to clean his apartment? Simple. Your outer environment represents your inner realm. Before, with the maid, chef, cleaner and the rest he seemed the pinnacle of success but was totally disconnected from his true emotions as he was too busy trying to build an image which he desperately wanted to live and couldn’t wait to move in. Thing is his subconscious knew it was a coping mech and thus a total illusion which meant that his house of cards would come a crashing down should he succeed in his attempt, hence the depression. In that respect it was a “lesser of two evils” thing and everything else fragmented he was sat surrounded by his own filth and this is what we addressed with the home cleaning mission.

Dust is mostly made up of dead skin cells. Think of this on a metaphysical level and you’ll comprehend the jingle jangle of the chains of past events being spread before your senses just waiting for your attention. Before he could afford a better class of distractions as his days were filled with other things and thus he never lifted a finger to clean his apartment. Actually, one of the best things anyone can do – poor or rich – is clean their toilet by themselves till it gleams. Out of the seven rays there is one where the results are most outstanding. Can you guess which one it is? If so, put it into practice and see if you notice the shift in your awareness.

By starting at the opposite of the front door we ensured he moved his form from where he was to where he came via the power of imagination. Obviously there were more linguistic frame Games sprinkled in his awareness during our conversation which served as motivation as well as the ever present pad and pens I prescribe to all playas seeking help in order to note their observations. This is actually very, very powerful because placing a thought on page with ink whilst using the method generates new neural pathways for connection and rewiring which is exactly what they did:

“You know, its really odd. I couldn’t really remember much about my upbringing apart from the fact that I was miserable at having nothing and desperately wanted to be rich. When I was cleaning out the mess from my home office I remembered, with a grin, my first job delivering papers. It was amazing. Such a thrill to feel those bills in my mitt at the end of my shift. I felt so strong, so powerful. It reignited that flame within that I felt had long dimmed since this funk crept in”.

He went on to detail more and more things as well as various revelations that pushing the pen had bought into his awareness. After a bit more of this it was onto the secret blend of herbs and spices, as promised, in order to assist his system in balancing before he hearted off on a new adventure instead of listening to that voice in his head who he now clicked wasn’t him as he was obviously that which listens and is far more powerful. I say all of that to say this:

If you feel life is meaningless but not in the above sense of depression, maybe enuii instead or just a general type of disconnection where you can find yourself engaging but generally going through the motions with no emotion its often due to a similar message. Let me introduce you to the concept of Soul Ages:

Most people walking around the planet, 81% as I said, are so firmly entrenched in the narrative in their heads that they Thunk they are the flesh, their name, labels, possessions, traits and heritage as well as their external references and constant reinforcement via friends, society etc… Without this they cannot imagine existing and the thought itself terrifies them. Actually, whats scared is the (false) self that is currently at the helm of their Adulterated awareness but, shh, don’t tell them as they’ll call you an infidel as it pulls various strings in their heads to make them Thunk you’re the problem and not the covert villain hidden within. They are the dead who will bury the dead before being mindwiped and slammed back in the flesh again. Some people have started to wise up to the true nature of the Game and this you can think of as the whole Soul Age thing but term itself isn’t quite correct as its more of a case of Self awareness that says “I don’t know what I am but this second nature that used to fit like a skin now feels like an old scuba diving outfit that constrains my perceptions and I’m not too fond of it”. Problem is the modern world is built on Adulteration and its constant need for stimulation and distraction in order to keep you looking anywhere but within.

A lot of the proffered systems and tools of Self realization are, from my perspective, entirely useless as they’re akin to creating an approximation of gnosis that is still Adulterated. Case in point, plenty of people have been meditating for decades and whilst they’ve gained some benefits that ease their stress and make them feel nice and warm within there is nothing they bring back from this state to implement in their day to day. Its all part of the charade like the Zen image of yogic bliss the asana teacher presents on her mat to those who pay but none of them see the mask slip, later that evening, as she screams and yells at one who cut her up in traffic before giving chase with lights and horns honking in order to vent what she pretends isn’t still within. This is why I’ve said that most so called mental professionals are actually in far worse shape than their patients as they deal with them in order to make more sense of themselves as well as the projection and distraction it brings. Look at the suicide rates of doctors, shrinks and analysts as well as the stats of their general mental health and do the Knowledge on what I’ve said. At least in my case I’m aware that each Soul that presents is telling me something about my Self as all are nothing else than fragments of my imagination that I project into this realm. Does that sound solipsistic or just schizophrenic? Either way, its just like this and thats lifes greatest secret because you’re the only playa in the Game, my friend.

I don’t meditate. I Journey instead as that means a destination which assumes intent is present as well as those handy, dandy souvenirs we shall bring to our standard consciousness from these trips within via a process I’ve termed Incremental Betterment which is akin to declaring war on your (false) self as you chip away at your inherited ignorance, challenge your assumptions and upgrade your wavelength by recoding that operating system that runs in your head. Can you imagine a life like this? Well, if you can then you can live it. Thats the whole point of this missive as that feeling of meaningless, a general lack of zest and creeping sense of disconnection hides a gift – like the salaryman turned backpacker in search of Quetzalcoatl who documents his trip on the web and lives with a far greater sense of richness than he ever thought possible – which can only be called transcendence. As I’ve said before everyone is in a state of hypnosis. Many of them, to be more accurate, as these trances loop in and around each other as peoples minds whip around them like a Scalextric that keeps their Adulterated consciousness on a path they can predict in a state of discomfort that is well tolerated and they dread changing. Strange, isn’t it, when you think of it like this? Most people are actually really well adjusted to their fears thanks to the various coping mechs and don’t click their greatest strengths are hidden beneath them. Why? Thats the Game, my friend! I told you, we’re playing it on the highest level and thats why its so difficult but so rewarding as well for those that do the Knowledge, look at their life like a script which tells their adventure in the flesh as they play a Whodunnit? which is akin to Hide & Seek with the true Self that is currently hidden under layers upon layers of conditioning like an inverse Princess and Pea thing. Back on topic, with something practical to assist those feeling that same type of meaninglessness:

Think of it as a symbol, a sign to the Path of Power that you create by walking and thus adopt a spiritual practice – whatever it is you wish – but make it something you live and not something you did on the mat, at church or when meditating before sliding back in to your old Adulteration with a new feather to stick in your hat of many distractions designed to keep you plugged in to this five sensory Matrix that plays out within your awareness. This is how powerful you are. I’ve shared mere words, you too can feelsee the imperience and get why your presence causes waves of potential to become particles of actualization instead. Thats some strength, yes? In order to ascend to this higher state of awareness one must be willing to relinquish their grip on the fable in their head and this is what the sense of meaningless suggests as its far easier to let go without the presence of intense emotions pitching in as they tend to take on a life by themselves which then causes a feedback loop of trance states that go boom as you find your (false) self back in that dark room in the left hemisphere of your head where you are force fed labels in lieu of direct imperience via the Mind Made Prison thing that 81% accept is them from now till the end before they are mindwiped and slammed back in the flesh again. But you and I, we know the flex, yes? Instead of watching the news observe the Opponent in your head. I call this process separating the creamy milk of Inner Sense from the watery Adulteration that crept in, back when, and for Slaves its can be quite terrifying as they Thunk of themselves as solid (ie frozen at the lowest state of vibration) whereas Warriors accept this gift for what it is as they detach from the tale in their head and thus find their awareness moving back to the chest, with its familiar newness, as they, once again, stand at the helm of their consciousness instead of being dragged behind it with one foot in the stirrup as the uncontrollable voice in their head runs that way and this because the mind is terrible master but excellent servant ergo Know Thyself is the best thing anyone can do in this realm because then one comprehends and transcends the true nature of the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits again and again and again.

What? You think this is the first time you’ve read these words?

Till we meet again

There are boxes in life we’re supposed to tick, supposed to fill, supposed to fit within. Everyone does it, no one questions it and those that do are looked at as a bit different.

Go to school, get a job, get married, have some kids, pay your bills, work, work, work, retirement. The end.

There it is. it seems so obvious and simple plus it fills time in so well because one moment you’re an infant chilling at daycare because both of your parents are working so they outsource raising their kid at the most impressionable stage to someone doing it for a cheque. Next thing you know you’re repeating the process. Thing is you’ll never tell them you’re miserable and you hate every step of your existence. No, instead you’ll BS them and say you expect good grades, how they should listen to whatever their teacher said and generally encourage them to conform in exchange for tokens of your affection and the validation they crave. It really is quite a strange thing. And yet on the cycle spins.

Let me introduce you to a concept called DNA Commands. These are something the flesh comes preprogrammed with, just as intuition is standard equip for your non local awareness. Toward pleasure, away from pain is the basic frame that the rest is painted within and it expands to encompass everything from who we orgasm with, why we feel an attachment to our kids and how bonding experiences cause a synergistic sense between those caught up in, whether on a battlefield, schoolyard or anything else that extends a heightened state of tension with subsequent release for surveying the predicament. Its why sports are such a vital thing to vast swathes of the populace as they tap into this primeval space and give it a shiny new dress because we have that tribal instinct in us that needs to connect, a desire for conquest and the thrill it brings when victory is in your grip as you defeat your opponent. Even if, these days, its in a vicarious sense, it matters not as the image fulfills the yearning within in a few aspects and its as close as you can get under modern circumstance.

DNA Commands you could say exist to propagate the flesh as its a vessel that conducts awareness hence the Earthday Suit is what you don to interact with the Game in this dimesh as without it to manifest and slow down the oscillation of your non local presence you couldn’t connect with this realm or imperience what it means to be human. Think of it like this:

You wish to dive deep, way under the surface of the sea. You need some equipment that was designed specifically to assist in allowing you to gain your bearings and navigate the entire process. After a while, should you excel in the experience and wish to progress you may ditch the training wheels and dive in with just your skin as you hold your breath but you can only do this once you’ve mastered the basics but before you can do any of this you must know how to swim and before that the coordination of your mind and limbs in order to create coherent movement.

Little things that build in increments which is why its interesting to note that a fetus goes through many similar stages of development as every other animal and yet the end result is a way more complex state of embodiment and yet unlike the rest we have a much larger period of helplessness at which we are totally at the mercy of our parents, the environment and everything else because there is so much that needs to be wired in in order to connect us to this realm via the Earthday Suit itself. Remember, we’re inside a fractal and there is one thing – its Self, no thing – that is everything:

That which is whole, which is powerful, without beginning or end, that which I call the Self with a capital S possesses way too much voltage to simply pour into the flesh because it would fry its circuits hence it is stripped, much like a prism which uses refraction to split that what was unified into its base components considered your original awareness, which its Self is eternal and unchanging, is rendered from purple to red and all in between and the widest end of the spectrum then drips, bit by bit into your flesh to create the link which allows your awareness to imperience this realm.

Most people spend their entire life in the red as this is what causes the cells to spin, all about survival and ensuring the blind watchmakers mechanism ticks so things like breathing and other autonomic responses are handled in the blink of an eye without the need to think as that level has its fill and we shift up the spectrum and the orange comes in which causes men to get erect, women to get wet as the sperm and egg do their thing and another Self is split into components as a new playa is cued in. Its all frequency and oscillation in that sense. Yellow comes next as the frequency extends and we think not just of Self but others as well because we yearn to connect, find friends and adventure in this realm as we share what we’ve felt and link via what we express as the resonance continues to spin as the green starts to fill and something very interesting happens.

We imperience an affection that is almost undifferentiated, feeling for another as we do for Self and this extends to the environment as well or could be focused on a person or thing. As the energy ascends it purifies its presence as one oscillates into the next and when the blue pours in we find the gift of expression, akin to the sky as the canvas upon which the days ink create in the image and the word can be mine, thine or something completely different. The astute will have made the link as to why police forces use this hue to get your attention because its all about talking and the power that this brings. Remember, words are weapons in this realm with their spells, rites and all types of cursive that you heap on your head which was designed to keep you entranced in the weak daze you’re in.

On with the refinement and we shift to an entirely different realm as the purple end of the spectrum is way more delicate than anything that came before as its literally on the opposite end of the scale and here we get the inkling that we call intuit as it comes “as a bolt from the blue” with no rhyme or reason but we know it because we feel it, even if explaining isn’t an option, it doesn’t matter as we’re certain.

Its at this level a sense of familiarity creeps in because we get close to that pre embodied state of a unified being who feels more than thinks as its not handled by any local process and this is then what spills because by building up the vessel to handle the voltage you can reverse the process that the two cubes spinning in opposite directions did to split your pristine awareness and allow you to pilot your vessel, hence transcendence because then the Game is revealed for the trance it is as its all hypnosis, in a sense, because it all comes down to frequency in the end as the stories we tell ourselves then play out and live. Sadly most are born then die without even getting a glimpse of this because the amount of themselves they actually bring forth into the flesh is the absolute bare min because to cultivate the rest requires dedication and training that is sadly missing from this stage of the Game as most are dwell on the surface and are perfectly content with their ignorance as they seek quick fix pills and nearly endless distractions to take away the pain of living with the nagging realization that life shouldn’t be like this.

Taking it back to the deep dive it means they’ve got floaters around their limbs, a noodle upon which to rest and no one can really swim in the pristine seas of higher consciousness. As for holding their breath as they dive in? Forget it, not a chance at this moment so their potential remains, coiled within. Its actually the secret truth of why back pain causes so much suffering and modern science with all its insight can’t do a thing as they are looking for physical causes to a non physical problem and that is resistance. Have you ever noticed how effortless and powerful a baby is when yelling and crying at the top of their lungs for hours on end? Ever tried to mimic it and see how long you lasted trying to recreate the same effort? Thats proof positive of Adulteration, my friend. Back to the lightshow of your consciousness:

Imagine these rainbows work like circuits so they only let a certain amount in in order to not overload the rig with too much voltage because that would produce results the system can’t predict aka the life of a schizophrenic as they’re hit with waterfalls of energetic influence with little rhyme or reason that bounce their awareness in, around and out of this dimension and back again. Like riding a wild horse to which you are strapped in as it gallops, with aggression and bad intent that you simply cannot marshal or direct. As you can imagine, more often than not it will take off like the wind and have them bouncing around then possibly falling off and being dragged behind with one leg stuck in the stirrup as they try to make sense of their predicament.

The Slave of this era on the other hand is riding a merry go round which dips up an down at a predictable pace, is entirely boring and truly just a facsimile of the real thing as the horse you’re perched upon is wooden but because you know no different you can’t consider your options because you’ve hidden them from your Self. This is why schizos are seen as such a threat and paraded to the rest with electrodes on their heads, under the influence of heavy med as they drool upon themselves as the message is sent:

“Pay full heed to the voice in your head that is you, because it says, and none to these men who dared question its narrative for they ended up like this”.

The mystic, on the other hand, sees the funfair of the flesh for what it is. Its often said that he swims in the same waters in which the madman is drowning and this is most certainly true in my imperience as well as countless conversations with those currently being ravaged in the name of mental health who find the more they speak the worse it gets as they keep amping the injections in order to dampen their voices and make them more manageable. In around twenty years, at best, you’ll see a mass wave of suicides among those on long term anti depressives. Scientists will be baffled as to what caused it but, right on cue, the medics will swoop in with a new potion that has a patent pending and its results are miraculous. These, my friend, will be rebranded schizo pills now aimed at the rest of the population to dampen their wavelength and its a damning testament (as well as prediction) about the true nature of this Game. Anyway, I say that to say this

There are boxes you’re supposed to tick, a life that was already mapped out for you to live and it feels much like the ride I mentioned with its predictable up and down movement that keeps you cued in to the theme of amusement but, deep down within, you know its not the real thing which is why you wonder “Is this it? There must be more to this” and I’m here to say yes, yes my friend there most certainly is but picture this:

You can see perfectly well. Your vision is Twenty/Twenty. Perfect. But its a family tradition to wear glasses that are super thick and thus you are trained to become myopic and life becomes a blurry mess where you can’t see that far from beyond your head. The entire world is like this and its built a civilization to support these limits and woe betide he who questions this process or even dares to remove the specs of society to see life as it truly is because that represents a threat to the collective ignorance everyone accepts as wisdom, even though “reality” doesn’t truly quite fit what they feel, in their chest, is possible. Thus begins the private division which allows mass conquering for much like a round peg hammered in to a square hole sits and thinks “I wonder if everyone feels like this?” it won’t dare say a thing because they’re too busy watching the sun rise then dip only to rise again as they run through as many circuits as they can because that is what everyone else is doing.

The mystic, the Warrior, the one who thinks different rejects this process and jumps out of the net that was built and they attempted to shove him in, removes the limiting vision from within and learns to reconnect his Inner Sense and at the same time up his voltage as his coat of many colors, which extends way beyond this realm and is actually the rainbow road of legend, suddenly kicks in and he finds not just two eyes in his head but a third as well that brings light to the darkness. This is where his awareness did dwell, once upon a when, and now he sits and then says “Ah yes, that makes sense” and ponders “Should I tell them?”. Plato spoke of this, way back when with his Cave narrative because ultimately there is only one truth even though the paths to arrive there are limitless just like there is only one lie and its name is ignorance and that begins with having no knowledge of Self, no inkling of who you is beyond the flesh or this realm because the goggles are real thick and everyone tries so hard to tick the “Supposed To” boxes they’re given when they trade Inner Sense for external tuition instead and this all links back to what I said when mentioning parents outsource the raising of their kids as they never learned to think outside of the box they themselves are trapped in as they jump from one to the next, never quite finding what they hope would be therein and yet never daring to question the narrative or remove the lens of social programming from their awareness because then it would all be too obvious that they sit on a wooden horse – a poor approximation of what was once living – that rises and dips on a carousel someone built as a clever means of distraction and hiding their Self from their self as they know no different but still feel somethings missing. That is the psychosocial treadmill, my friend. It comes in many varieties and flavors with different modes of oscillation designed to create conflict with those who appear different but, in the end, are in identical dire straits, thanks to their ignorance and investment in the trick thats been pimping their awareness for generations.

Except now you’ve read this things will have to shift because you can’t unknow what I’ve just said and even if it doesn’t make any sense, yet, you’ve gained an insight you didn’t previously possess onto a great many things linked to riddle of existence and ultimately it all hinges upon your will to Know thy Self. Who you are, both in and out of this realm and the implications for this are immense because a Slave who senses the chains and wishes to do something no longer remains the sole property of those who own the plantation and gain so handsomely from their ignorance for it was they who built the System with its pretty boxes they ask you to tick and it was to them you handed your children to to be fitted with a lens that obscures their vision and the end result is they’ll be just as miserable, craving endless distraction, not totally comfortable in their skin, occasionally wondering “Is this it?” as the carousel rises and dips and the wooden horse which lulls their hippocampus into a living dream with its theta rhythm programming that underpins their unchecked betafication and nagging sense that something is missing they’d rather die than admit as they march to the edict of a voice in their head they are convinced is them when, in reality, they are that which listens.

Funny, isn’t it? How a little shift in perspective can change everything. Can you see why they went to so much effort in order to keep it hidden? Why it takes a nation of billions to hold back the Inner Sense of one kid who was born in tune with the unfinite and totally certain they are Centered in Self before “second nature” did its thing and armored their surface which led to a place I call the Mind Made Prison in which the Adulterated aspect is force fed labels of events in lieu of the real thing and this, my friend, is the greatest theft you never imagined and its being perpetrated on the reg on the many that never clicked they were raised as sheep to keep the wolves well fed as they walked around draped in the skins of their dead kin and poured fairy tales into their heads of why life is like this and how their just deserts are coming, if not in this life then the next, which, in the end, is a surefire way to get slammed back in the flesh as you may just comprehend you meekly inherited the earth as its shoveled onto your coffin as they bury you with all your regrets, thanks to the life unexamined.

It is from this pervasive influence one must emancipate their Self if they wish to see the bigger pic whilst living because then and only then does the real fun begin which is also an anagram for “funeral”. Interesting, isn’t it? What would you do different if you Knew death wasn’t the end and the worst that could happen was you’d wear new flesh again? What then? Think that “Get free or thrive trying” might become a mindset after a few incarnations as you click you’re actually an immortal that keeps getting mindwiped then serves another life sentence in the flesh with the rest who don’t comprehend that every little step in this realm is real expensive but it doesn’t hold a candle to the price of willful ignorance and the investment in deception that is designed to make it seem plausible.

What do you think happens next when your grandkids become Techno Sapiens and the Siri you’re calling becomes the apple of their iris instead as carbon and silicon mix? These are the thoughts I think as I’m freed from the “Supposed To” box programming as I never was one to color in within the lines they mentioned as intuition trumps external tuition, as any bored school kid will attest, for the power of imagination is what actually runs this realm – from finance to religion as well as ceremonial magick and the rest – so you best start believing in Reality Tunnels… you’re digging one at the moment based on the above premise.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again