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Once upon a when, a man named al-Hallaj walked the planet. He said many things, chief among them was:

“I am the Truth”.

Do you know what happened? They killed him. What else? The real in a world full of fakes is akin to you having spent your entire life raised in a little village, ring fenced in by devious intent. The merchant of said place is as deceptive as they come and thus everything he peddles to his captives is as fake as it gets. Oh sure, the outer tin and packaging may seem real but the inner is counterfeit. Lets say you’re particularly fond of a particular carbonated beverage that comes in a red tin and one day a friend from elsewhere comes visiting. You notice the drink in his grip and the rest of the pack of six dangling from his fingertip that he swings in your direction. Talking, happily, you crack the lid and bring it to your lips. From that moment on, everything is different.

The texture, the taste, heck even the bubbles themselves feel vastly different. As your senses are reeling your mind is dancing and your friend says:

“Whats up?”.

“Is this some kind of special edition? Why does it taste so amazing?”. He replies:

“Because its the Real Thing!”. In jest many truths can be expressed but the lips of wisdom are sealed to the ears of ignorance.

“No, really. I’ve been drinking it my entire life and I have never, ever tried anything like this. Its out of this world good”.

Your friend is intrigued and slightly amused by all of this so you drag him to the store of convenience and buy two fresh tins. He cracks one open, takes a sip and spits it out:

“Disgusting. What the hell is this mess?“.

The funny thing is that, for you, a lifetime investment in an artful deception has just been defenestrated by what was demonstrated as truly authentic and this has you questioning your entire paradigm for it starts becoming Self evident you were, in effect, held hostage by the machinations of one driven by profit with no good heart beating in his chest because his mindset was:

“Eh, if they trust me they deserve it. Besides, these yokels wouldn’t know the difference if it was in front of them and it keeps me rich”.

Your life, in many respects, is identical to this. But, thats by the by. Lets get back to the man dressed in robes, kicking lyrics and delivering hot, buttered Ether in the land of the camels:

Husayn Ibn Mansur al-Hallaj dropped in to the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits around Eight Fifty Seven. He came from Persian lineage which links to Zoroastrianism which I mentioned in another missive as the original Amen Break the Big Three sampled without giving full credit for their monotheistic smash hits that currently dominate the planet and generate immense amounts of bloodshed and dissent along with some good things as well. Hallaj was a sharp student and the surface bored him. He wished to penetrate the depths and thus, as a teen, he sets off Mecca to meditate at length but this is only after he’d been initiated into a sect that would grow to become Sufism.

For those who don’t know these folks are, these days, seen as mad heretics who spin, spin and spin in order to gain higher states of consciousness as they kiss the face of the ineffable, up close and personal. As you can probably guess a lot think they’re demonic which is, in a sense, exceedingly ironic as they are simply tasting the cake whilst the rest memorize the ingredients without ever setting foot in a kitchen. I’ll let you tell it. Interestingly, a later mystic slash rascal by the name of Gurdjieff would claim to have accessed a lot of the Sufi secrets which many contest but, to me, the link is obvious if you’ve ate at the table as there are many fingers but all point at the same sphere of illumination. There are also those who do well and keep it in darkness as they shove the common folks heads up their rear ends at birth and sell them air freshenings and various other things whilst encouraging them to remain within the Cave of ignorance…

So, Hallaj was hooked on phonics and wanted to glimpse behind the veil in order to transcend the Game and I can’t say I blame him. With this in mind he stops, drops, shuts down the links with the proto-Sufi movement and does his own thing because he learns from many, associates with a few but, in the end, flies his own flag and ascends to his own wavelength. This, as we’ll see, will have consequences. For now, he heads to Mecca and meditates at depth on the steps until, mission accomplished. He came back to Earth after a taste of the numinous and said:

As you can probably tell this type of sentiment doesn’t go down real well with the rest and not only did the common folk not like him but the Sufis too grew to detest as he was saying the quiet part out loud, to anyone who’ll listen. They call this being a drunk mystic and, in some regions like India or South America, for example its seen as part of the script but Islam is quite a bit less permissive when it comes to such things. Anyway, lets get back to his tale as it really is interesting:

Upon returning to this realm he kicked lyrics that went like this:

“He chose me, drew me to Him. The honor was immense and the meeting intense as it was intimate. There is no part of me that Knows not him and the same can be said when flipped”.

Some were intrigued as this akin to one tasting the cooking for which they’d been waiting for ages. Others pointed at the crumbs in his beard as proof of what he said (Really, a glowing countenance and words as smooth as silk they felt in their chest, but you get the message) whilst many felt it was strongly blasphemous but, hoo, my man was just getting started. Hallaj may never have raised liquor to his lips but he was entirely intoxicated with a different kind of spirit and once this shines who was he to oppress what wished to pour into this realm? So he didn’t. Instead he let rip and bars from the heart that he spit on these topics were the trending of his day as people came to peep what he had to say. Imagine their surprise when they heard:

“You lot are Muslims in name but thats it. Unlit candles with snipped wicks that are unfit for illumination due to your own ignorance and being unwilling to put that work in”.

Knowing you catch more flies with honey than vinegar he also shared the flip and spoke on the Path and its details. Man, those behind the curtain that offer the shawl of concealment who initially initiated him did not like this one bit. Actually, lets diverge for a moment:

Jesus said:

“Listen up, peeps. Don’t flash the bling in front of this pig because they don’t know how to keep it Kermit, dig?”.

And in that respect I’ve often said that every single spiritual text in this realm is coded with many layers of meaning depending upon who is reading and their level of comprehension. This is one of the reasons people used to hate watching flicks with me as I’d constantly hit pause and break down the symbols that were washing over (and manipulating) their subconscious whilst they were in an altered state of awareness whilst staring at the black mirror that reflects a false reality into their awareness. But, thats another topic.

So, Hallaj climbed the hill, drank the nectar and came back to this realm and because his cup was overflowing he felt it his calling to share his excess with those who were thirsting as a way of course correction. Some took to this like water and fish. Others couldn’t wait to bring his chapter to an end for their own reasons. I mean, I’ve often said that religion, in modern dress, is first and foremost a business and immense weapon of dissension because (much like the web) it splits those it promises to connect hence so many sects with their own arguments. And yet, none of them have tasted a dish from the kitchen of the chef they’re venerating. Ironic, yes? In many ways you can frame a convincing argument that what Hallaj did, back when, was not that different from Jesus who spit that hot flame, Ninety Eight octane and thus gave the profane a taste of what they’re missing. Really think about this, my friend. Let me break it down with an example:

Lets say you’re one of those folks that has a BM and then wipes his rear end with dry paper. Thats it. Scrub, scrub, scrub then on with the underpants and back to biz. One day a friend says:

“Hey man, see that glass bottle placed next to the toilet? Its filled with water so splash that on your stinking ass next time and do the job correct, dig?”.

Now, you could either be offended at the message because, for your family and its generations, dry wiping is what it is or you could consider the logic and give it a spin. If you did then maybe, just maybe your child would be different as you’d teach them this quick tip.

In many ways that is how spiritual wisdom is for me because whilst one is pure and beyond the realm and the other example is the height of filth at the end they are both linked in and this is why I’ve said that Doing the Knowledge is akin to upping your resolution and thus if you Knew, for certain, some thing that improved your life would you hide it or share it? That is the question. For some knowledge is power ergo they’d zip their lips and lead people in another direction as they amassed power and wealth using these tips as they profited from the ignorance they created in the rest. Hallaj didn’t think like this. To him there was no separation between he and the divine and none between ye either. This I found really interesting as my first post on the web said the same thing:

Isn’t that fascinating? Another sync was that of the (false) Self that makes man an egoic puppet for forces he doesn’t comprehend that manipulate his spirit and then send him a bill for actions they willed. As you can probably tell they would rather Souls didn’t click about the true nature of this realm otherwise they’d die of boredom and not being fed. After all, what is a god without belief but a tree that was felled with no one to listen?

Some truths appear to be universal. Man, occasionally, falls over them and then picks himself up and carries on like nothing happened. One day, someone will stitch together the pieces of this realm into a coherent narrative. Know what happens next? Most will run, screaming, into an age of darkness as they embrace the ignorance as the true picture is scary. Who knows, we may be living in those days but most are in a daze, running a maze, with faulty navigation thrown in designed to prevent such a thing from happening. I find it fascinating that a lot of what Hallaj said, back when, is not only identical to now but that we’re on a whole nother level of strangeness as most are about to trade their carbon based vessel for one augmented by silicon as an old devil that waited in the wings makes his grand reappearance for the new generation.

Bitten fruits where Siri flips to the iris as the apple of your eye and makes androids of men. Hah! Its quite poetic, yes? “Let he who has wisdom…”. You know the rest? Lets get back to my man in the desert:

So, he’s kicking lyrics on FM to anyone that will listen and that people did as he served it up, hot and fresh. Lets check some of his greatest hits in rotation:

“You are the guide of those who wander in ignorance. If they say I am a heretic make my heresy immense“.

“The only thing my turban wraps is the one who is the all of everything”.

“Fools seek in heavenly realms what they cannot see right in front of them”.

Hoo! I had to bust out some applause for these lyrics because you can tell they came from his chest and he meant it because they are so real, so authentic. Contrast that with the preacher man that sells counterfeit Coca Cola to the villagers, captive, and taste the difference. Through time there has always been a lane that those with voltage that extends beyond this realm swerve in on their quest for a personal relationship with the numinous and I find it very strange the reaction the rest give to such proclamations and lived lyrics because it hints that whilst god may be distant, the Devil they know best is actually in comfort in their heads via the voice that guides them using an elegant deception from one life to the next… Enough of my verbiage, lets get back to Hallaj and his adventure in the flesh.

For breaking the oath his own folks hated him for they wished to keep it all on the DL. I can actually see it via their lens as I’m quite empathetic and their reasoning probably went a little like this:

“You cannot fit the ocean into a teacup nor will those who dwell within the sands comprehend the magnificence of the force that flows, so abundant, so zip your lip, don’t say a thing or we’ll kill you dead, get it?”.

Hallaj wasn’t with it. His thirst was quenched and he wanted his friends and countrymen to feel the same as he felt and thus there was a split as old friends now became Opponents and plotted his end for daring to say out loud what they mentioned among themselves. Tel me, my friend, what would you have done in this situation? In many ways it a test we’ll all face, at some point in this realm but thats a deeper topic and a immense tangent I’ll side step on this already meandering trek. See, his old crew were of the “sober” flex which meant:

“One can walk with the common man, nod their head in agreement and disturb not his delusions but, among ourselves, we are different and we address that which we don’t mention to the rest”.

The Rebel Mystic of Islam, on the flip, was screaming from the top of the hill to anyone who would listen. And that they did. That they did. Much to the chagrin of the teetotal aspect who found his conduct quite unbecoming, if not belligerent. They condemned him with the equivalent of a social media smear campaign, back when, as deep pockets and organization can place much mud in the hands of others to sling. And yet the alchemist takes this excrement and uses it to nourish his garden from which the flowers do spring. Hallaj, himself, was clocking up followers in the flesh as a lot of what folks heard they felt in their chest and intuited as correct. This made them look sideways and those who’d keep it hid and thus a perpetual motion machine of enmity was built that would eventually be the end of him. Before this kicks they’d continually harass and defame him, accusing him of that and this. There really were no limits to sullying his reputation and most of these attacks originated with his old friends. I guess some things just don’t shift in this Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits, yes?

Before we progress I really want you stop and ponder, at length, the outline of this sketch. Here we have a man whose fondest yearning can be called nothing but purely spiritual and, having quenched his thirst, he wishes to offer the parched denizens of the desert of ignorance a sip. They are ready and willing but there is a powerful sect that wishes to prevent this from happening and will seemingly go to any length with their hounding and badgering of one whose wire was connected beyond this realm. This is actually quite common as things are so tightly controlled in this place where free will is the greatest illusion but that is another topic and I wanted to draw your attention to the fact that the 81/11/8 ratio I’ve often mentioned is actually as old as the hills. Get in where you fit in.

H hearts back to Mecca and this time there are hundreds with him as his message is spreading. What follows next are more pilgrimages to places distant and when he comes back people think he’s unhinged as he, like Tupac, starts speaking the lyrics of death and wants people to bring his life to an end. Now, the question is was he speaking of the flesh or the (false) self in his head? One poem went a little something like this:

“My friends, let rip. Kill me to death so I may live. Annihilation of my essence is the greatest gift you can give as my spirit tires of the flesh. Kill me, burn me. Fade these traces. Release their grip”.

That is something that anyone who has felt the unfinite essence of the true Self can attest and why I’ve said we’re here serving a life sentence of ignorance because the cost of wearing the flesh is as painful as it is seductive. And yet, like a melting snowman, so many hold onto the frozen chill as they do not recollect they were once the water that fell from the cloud that floats, high above them and is, in essence, them at their purest that they shall be once again. Can you imagine a man made of frozen water walking around with a heatgun trying to melt the rest? They’d Thunk he’s off his meds and yet, from this vantage, you’d get it real well. Can you apply that wisdom to your inherited ignorance? That is the question or is the OS inside your head not capable of being updated due to your own resistance?

On the streets his name rang bells and even those in the ivory towers had heard of him as those who ruled via the divine right of kings were enthralled by what this man of the people said as he railed against society which he felt pushed the dregs as the best and was testament to a people of fallen awareness, totally ignorant of the mess they were in. Shades of dry wiping on rear ends, yes? I have to say, the first time I discovered people actually did this, back when, the level of repulsion was so immense that I could scarcely believe it. And yet, it is. These days people will use chemically dipped and scented things on their rear ends as a bells and whistles version of what is simple – no bidet or pressure washer jet needed – but how many stop to think that the anus is exceedingly sensitive and thus they are doing an oddly inverted hookers and blow thing which will probably have long reaching health consequences in their quest for cleanliness thanks to keeping the pockets of corporate interests in lining. All thanks to ignorance. 81/11/8 strikes again! And thats before I mention whats going on with the microplastics, forever chemicals and Starbucks cups designed to make your balls fall off…

So, Hallaj was kicking the truth to the old and the youth and the 11% that sat at the helm didn’t like this one bit as they felt he was a threat to the good thing they had going before this drunken mystic showed up with his fresh lyrics that people were obviously feeling. Now, there is no doubt to anyone who reads his texts that he was, first and foremost, a Muslim as his faith is etched in everything he said and lived as you can check for your Self by reading the weighty tome titled “The Passion of al-Hallaj”. Thing is lies run sprints whilst truth is still getting out of bed and as all of these engineered uprising and fake protests attest people are as easily manipulated now as they were then by those who pull the strings and stand in the shade as they send agents of their Matrix in to prevent an organic lift of the burdens they stealthily placed upon the shoulders of the plebs. For some, reading, it will have clicked exactly what the red carpet is and what this symbolism truly reps as well as the links with the pigs who are more equal than the rest… Donkeys live a long time but noble steeds with wings fly high, above all of this but I’ll let you tell it.

It really is ironic that those who actually live the spirit of the lyrics are often condemned as blasphemous as sins are heaped upon their heads but it will serve you well to know this is one of the favored tricks of your Opponent as they always accuse others of what they themselves are doing or have done to them. Just ask JM. In many ways this is the nature of the Game, on this level, as we have genuine devils posing as false angels and many who profess a faith are actually Chapstick thespians whose gloss is on the surface in contrast to Hallaj whose shine came from within. Shades of Faka-Cola and the Real Thing, yes? Can you imagine life in that village if everyone tasted what the stranger touted and the uproar it would bring? That would not be good for business ergo they may just kill the tourist and expunge his testament from the record as they get back to business and say his was the fake and he’s in league with the Devil and countless other things. And yet, some would recollect the taste that cannot be replicated. Say, did you know that Coke legally import soccer fields of sniff into the US as thats the magical ingredient that gives its the special something hence “Vegetable extracts” is actually Pablos best friend with the active ingredient ditched. I wonder what they really do with the Three Billion Dollars worth of pure yay they bring into New Jersey, on the reg? Fuggedaboutit!

On a similar tip there were another bunch of heretics, back when, that swore up and down that Jesus was a shroom which brings the “Most High” designation to a new lens as the “Take this as my body and this as my blood” makes a load more sense when you consider the hallucinogenic rite as well as the drinking of urine of he who tripped as it still contains the experience, albeit at a minor strength for those not initiated. This also ties in, real well, with the true origin of Santa Claus as the reindeers were the ones that pointed it out to the Shaman, back when, who’d stick the shrooms up in the tree hence modern decorations and the outlawing of nature itself which is, if you think about it, really quite a strange thing. Not to mention the Assassins who offered their initiates a trip with the strongest hash you could get and played out a theatrical deception of many virgins awaiting them so they’d be in a rush to kill with no fear of death. You really have to admit, life is pretty strange in this realm if you take the whole thing in from a higher vantage but thats another 81/11/8 thing as only the latter third are truly capable (ie willing) to Do the Knowledge. al-Hallaj was this, times ten:

He didn’t just run the streets and freestyle words from beyond this realm, to anyone who’ll listen. No, he also pushed the pen and was super prolific on a variety of topics ranging from religious texts, mystical threads and his opinions on politics. Sadly, little of this survived. Do you wonder why? What did thrive was the works from others pens that were attributed to him and this is something I suspect is far more common than most think. I mean, what the hell are the chances of Platos works being “found” by a dude called Plethon who then went on to spearhead a movement that wished to bring these “ancient” lyrics to modern times where, saying them himself, would have been blasphemous but historical notes at a distance were acceptable. Food for thought, hopefully someone researches into this as I’d be willing to bet you’ll find things in the textual analysis that point to my hypothesis being correct as HIStory is written by the winners and there is but one crew with a grip around the neck of this realm on this level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits even though they present many false fronts designed to lure adherents in via various crafty tricks and deception.

What we did get from his pen is the Tawasin which is short but dense and will probably fly right over the chest of those who don’t Know the Ledge but, for me, I heard him on FM as he said:

“The Source neither grows nor does decrease and shines like a lamp with the light of the unseen. My eyes look upon and asked:

“Who is it?” to which it said:

“Thee for ye are me and we are one, in essence“”.

He even mentions the genesis of a nemesis when the Adversary they call Iblis did not genuflect and bow in front of the creation of man. But what did he actually say that made him this way and ended his chapter in the flesh but birthed a legend of which many are ignorant? Simple, he said you’ve got to strip away the BS and get back to your essence and once you’ve done this you’ll comprehend that its not blasphemous to say you are the divine in the flesh because its actually accurate. Imagine my surprise to see my own fresh concepts etched, back when, in ways almost identical. I guess it goes to show there is nothing new in this realm beyond layers of ignorance that distort the wisdom each child steps in with before a faulty OS is installed in the heads. For lifetimes I have been chipping away at this ignorance and here, now, on my last spin in the flesh it feels like I’ve made enough progress to truly Know the Ledge and the discovery of this seeker and his tale brings a type of solace as one man, alone, can claim delusion but when two point at the same thing in words and phrases nearly identical you can’t help but think you may be onto something. As opposed to just on something. That said, I always found it interesting how there was controlled experimentation in lab conditions where people tripped and came back reporting they’d met the same things with very similar effects and messages as well as various occult practices that involve combinations of mediation and sex that generate out of body experiences and a return to the essence. Not saying I’m of the caliber of Hallaj as that was his adventure in the flesh and this is mine but I find the links of interest as they attest that the problem of the Game we all play by inserting out Souls as credits is literally as old as the hills and this is something the Gnostics too said before they were hit with the old “Off with his head!” for being a threat. Getting back to his tale:

The word “Fana” means to strip away the resonance of the shell, the story in your head and retrace the steps of your pure consciousness from their state of Adulteration and back to the land of Inner Sense from where they spring. Its there where you find the divine sitting and one can’t help but smile at the curious jest of the flesh and the rest that happens as you stroll around a planet in a realm that is built from a teeny, tiny slice of the EM and then filtered through layers of ignorance and what society says they accept to form the treadmill which you step from your first to final breath and back again, should you wish to live and die in ignorance. This is what is meant by Chapstick thespians who are simply acting spiritual as a form of window dressing for the main attraction which is purely of this realm as they wish to be rich, adored, well sexed and have the best of everything. Good for them but the danger of man is one can delude himself with such strength that a special type of intoxication kicks in that will brook no questions or introspection as what it says is final. This is the (false) self. The voice in your head that many don’t comprehend isn’t them as they are that which listens, in silence. Or, to be more accurate, Psylense, as its the blindspot that makes vision possible but we all know the tale of the one eyed king, yes? The pretenders on the throne do not like these truths one little bit and, through the times, have worked hard to discredit, edit and keep hidden those who went against the grain of what was officially sanctioned then coined and minted to make a killing by selling the wisdom of ignorance to them who Know not they are immortal…

Hallaj said so many things like “Seeing with the heart of his eye” and the nature of his abdomen as it links to consciousness and these are truths to which I attest for the chest is the seat of Inner Sense (much like the head houses the (false) self) and modern science chimes in saying there are plenty of glial cells in the belly which cause to rise what we call gut feelings. The thing about a diamond is you can bury it in filth and try to keep it hidden but it cares not one bit as it shines, regardless and due to the alchemical process is beyond all of this. Some coals click and wish to know what makes it different but the polished pieces of glass that perch with pretense as they rule over kingdoms hate the really real, much like the greedy merchant. This is why he was killed hence speaking the truth in a world filled with fibs isn’t usually conducive with a peaceful existence but then the idea of going along with the common madness of those adjusted to such profound sickness is a fate worse than death for the mystic as you’d kill your essence whilst you live, in pieces and increments, until nothing is left but a life filled with laments and regret that usually pass, unexamined, as they are covered in coping mechs and various distractions.

As I write this I am surrounded by what I can only call pure evil that manifests with one intent through many faces. If I were to recollect what has kicked over the past six it would make the rest I’d shared fade into insignificance as its now Self evident that what I’m up against is not of this realm but, equally, its influence only exists upto the fifth dimension ergo they are intensely limited in contrast to the all of everything of which I am a fragment. You as well, my friend. You as well. Knowing this whilst living is the lifes work of the true adept but I simply cannot hang my hat on any rack that requires oaths and secrets as this is a personal thing and not something to be hidden under the exploitation of ignorance that is fueled by those who pledge to what they don’t comprehend and lose their Soul in the process hence the thirst to bring others in and feed a beast whose hunger never ends as it lacks the Prime connection it covets from those plugged in to its false creation on this level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits.

Hallajs life and essence screams this to my awareness as when he said:

“I am the Truth”.

I Know he meant the same as what Jesus said with:

“Me and the Father are one”.

As there is but one thing, itself “no thing”, that is everything in this realm and it is what we term pure consciousness that underpins all of existence and around it does all spin, in this realm and any you can mention ergo one who is Centered in Self can ascend and dip, as they wish, as they have the keys to the Kingdom but this requires a coherent brain, heart and chest so the electromagnetic resonance works best and one transcends the flesh, the stories in your head, the tension patterns of the Pane Body and the immense list of additives and daily stress that all work to poison the spirit and keep it locked in this realm as the wackest version of your Self. Tell me that doesn’t sound like hell? And yet, to many, its heaven sent. This is the land the Slave/Masters built and its denizens were formed in their image hence most folks minds are a mess as they strive to get ahead in an attempt to gain what they left in childhood where they were disconnected from their chest and moved into a state of Adulteration instead. The paradox of this is, like Platos Cave example, is that he who escapes from the shadow and flame to feel the sun on his face is often killed by those still plugged in, should he attempt to free them, because they Thunk what he says is blasphemous. You really have to hand it to the Opponent, he chose his hiding place real well. Billions served daily and so few comprehend they are the problem.

I couldn’t help but grin when I read his missive about the candle which said:

“That which shines is the knowledge of realness whereas the heat is the reality itself but only he who aligns with the burning can have said to have tasted the essence. The reality of realness”.

In many ways a lot of what we would ascribe to the Matrix as a prison of consciousness that is built on ignorance runs through his sentiment as well as my oft mentioned “Game of three halves” thing which means, like blind men with an elephant, people can argue without end as they think what they grasp is the whole thing but how few see the bigger pic and yet when those step in, capable of resonance, the world often kills, rejects or maligns them and gets back on with the business of living. Proof of a conspiracy, yes? For me the fingerprints of the Slave/Masters are all over this so I ask again:

If I am aligned to the divine what does that say about them?

The proclamation of his resonance with the Prime element and total identification with his object of veneration is thought to be the event that signed his death certificate. This is incorrect for whilst he did spend some time in the bing but before we get to this lets get back to Iblis:

He refused to bow in front of Adam, as the creation, for he saw this as contemptible. This was the perspective of Hallaj and, as you can guess, its more than a little blasphemous as it flips the common narrative of him being the one who was wicked into one so devout that he’ll accept any punishment rather than praise second best. No matter at whose behest. Shades of the Dark Knight, yes?

Its amazing how the black mirror, via its lens, plumbs the deepest recesses of the human collective before beaming it back in ninety minute increments that influence the masses by altering their resonance to inject new signals that alter the message for future generations. This, in and of itself, is an immense topic hence the ReelEyez aspect I really need to furnish with more attention and this I shall as we progress.

Satan as gods best friend is something I mentioned, back when, in one of our conversations as only one so close would take a job so thankless and yet, this too can be interpreted at various depths as I strongly suspect its he who is at the helm of the Slave/Master movement and its influence on this realm as this jibes with my perception they are limited at the fifth dimension aka the place of exodus and this too syncs with the Biblical text that says we wrestle not against flesh but principalities, wickedness placed well. I really do question the intent at the helm of this realm. Not just for the life I’ve lived and things I’ve Witnessed but the massive amounts of deception and suffering that are writ upon the faces of those of and not just in this realm for I Know I’m something else and thus just visiting and wearing the flesh as I sit, alone, in my four corner room in darkness typing this message to the masses in the hope they comprehend the shadows depth where the mystic swims and many madmen drowned in the attempt.

I can’t claim to lay my hands on anything that is certain or solid. Nor should anyone follow in my treads for this is my Soul, my adventure and my Path, in the end. I cannot be responsible for another and neither would I join any group or guild in such quest as that is the way to manipulation and corruption, par excellence, as the field of spiritual development is intensely personal and I pen these pages as testament for those who take their own trek with the intent of liberation. Be warned, the way is strewn with thorns and expect friends to wish you death as family conspires against. Not even where you rest your head will be safe from said threats and yet it is Self evident there is a force, above and beyond, them that scares them against which they dare not fully transgress beyond the constant half steps and various attempts designed to bring my life to an end. Speaking of which, here’s what happened to Hallaj, back when:

As mentioned, he had links with both elite and common and this was to be his undoing as the sands of power did shift and the new head the helm recollected his past allegiance and used this to place him in check by dumping him in a cell. They threw charges at him of various things with proof being thin to slim so he sat in the bing for ten as the people did protest. Therein he pushed the pen and was sentenced to death for once saying:

“Circumambulate the heart for the divine is within“.

That was it. A lot of people demonstrated against his execution but to no avail as those who have the gold make the rules. His murder was quite brutal and drawn out, in a sense, but one of his last statements stands as testament for he says the plebs that follow the crowd, so well adjusted to madness, are dumber than cattle. Nothing more than beasts of burden.

How little has changed in that respect. 81/11/8. Get in where you fit in.

Till we meet again

I really have to say the Slave/Masters play this realm like a harp from Hell because those who still live within the state of Inner Sense see through their tricks and issue a swift “Return to Sender” against their wicked operations where we have literal demons in the flesh that pretend to be angels. They sit at the head of the big table, the make all the major decisions and wield the most influence. Not these public puppets they parade on strings, hyperdimensional, which are loyal to the cause and willing participants in duping of the rest. No, I’m talking about the Masters of these Slaves hence Slave/Masters is the label because you can’t get out of a condition if you don’t think it exists. Check:

Right now, at this very moment, what are you in control of? Really ponder this for a minute. Write a list. Push the pen. Make it physical so you will have something to refer back to as we progress.

Who controls the schools? Who controls the government? Who directs what your worthless vote sanctions? Better yet, who controls your entertainment? A handful of conglomerates, all loyal to the pyramid. Who controls your language, its use and definition? Who controls the religions? What if the one you’re praying to actually sees you as prey, on the flip, for your tacit acceptance of the script he sent to pimp your awareness? What then? Not meant to be blasphemous but the Warrior Knows how to sift the waters of Adulteration from the pure milk of Inner Sense and thus their presence is a true black swan event which causes the masters of deception such intense stress because, in the end, it was a little boy that snapped the rest out of the trance they were in.

You can’t get out of a condition if you don’t think it exists. All people are born free but most step, real quick, into the limits of their Mind Made Prison as presented via the System with its tacit suggestion:

“Do well at school, get good grades, your parents will adore you because of your accolades and hate if you fail as their affection is now conditional on terms and conditions we set“.

Have you ever, truly, considered how pernicious this is? What about this, from the same establishment:

“Here we train you in one thing and just this. Sacred geometrics aka the way of the pyramid for there is the head who runs things and says how it is. You rarely, if ever, see him but the threat is ever present for those that don’t acquiesce to our whims as we coax a performance which, in the end, hammers home one message:

You are plenty, above you there are a few who rule your immediate place and above them one who has the final say”.

Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me that isn’t the same form and symbol thats repped in all kinds of worlds beyond the educational. See what kicks to those who get tenured then go against the grain as their findings differ from the officially sanctioned script or what of the religious infidels and heretics that dared say what you seek isn’t in a shiny building with gold ceilings, far distant, but actually accessed within for ye are it.

You can’t get out of a condition if you don’t think it exists which is why I’ve said, time and again, your mind is behind enemy lines, my friend. Jesus spoke of similar things which is why they based the Matrix character upon him as he went against the money changers who, to this day, still print the bills that keep people in subjugation whilst they yelp:

“Won’t god do something?”.

Ironic. For if they comprehended that what the world holds to be true the simulation brings into view things would flip, real quick. This is from where your Opponents fear springs because he’s had it good, eating well and creaming the best for himself whilst leaving the dregs for them who fight against the rest who are just as broke (and broken) as them. Know ye not that ye are gods? Guess not. I do for me and the Prime are one and the same thing as he gave me the awareness the architect of this realm (along with his archon friends and their fleshly agents) attempted to pimp using their bread, circuses, sex magic and hypnosis. Oh yes, I have skin in the Game. Thats why I can proclaim what I say as its raw and uncut, unlike the controlled opposition they present via talking heads that force feed certain angles and never connect the dots, Self evident, as their intent is to keep you lulled in to a false state of awareness and not realize you’re dreaming as you dig a Reality Tunnel which ends with a one way ticket to Hell which is the realm for those who are still resonant with Inner Sense.

You are in a spiritual war, my friend. One that has been raging, without end, for as long as his story has been penned and the craziest thing is you Thunk you’re the Opponent as manifested via the voice in your head via its constant suggestions and wittering. How on earth can you be it when you are that which listens? Do you remember the time before it started squawking? Better yet, can you recollect the first thing it said and when? That can be very interesting as its a parasitical process that feeds on billions to snatch away their true destiny so those who made secret deals with the true king of this age can dance and parade behind closed doors at how well they pulled the charade upon the Slaves to the Game. Thats how real it is. Thats how real it is.

If you could, even for a moment, glimpse Earth from a higher realm you’d get why your true (not blood and flesh) ancestors wept as you sank to this realm. Some come with a mission and they, on purpose, incarnate into familial structures of a whole nother wavelength hence the energy vampire effect and all types of mind Games to ensure they use your greatest strengths and make them a weakness. Whats next? You hit the end, come to the exit and find your entire life was like the time you walked into the kitchen and said “What did I come here for again?”. Can you guess what happens next? Yep.

Now for 81% of the world the Matrix services their basic needs, real well, as they sprint along they psychosocial treadmill to which the 11% set the tune and send the bills in exchange for their cooperation with a rule of ignorance. 8%, a tiny shred, are capable of seeing through this and yet they are so disorganized and, often, misdirected, that they very rarely make through to the other end. Some do. And then they come back again to help the rest because true enlightenment brings immense compassion. Even for the Slave/Masters, in the end, for they know not what they do as they’ve just fell for a smoother ruse that was tailored to their point of view by the father of lies who may just be an old devil in a new dress. We’ll keep that as our secret, for now, but I Know who you is and you know it too, hence all the rules and name switch but, trust, you ain’t slick. Nope, not one bit.

Till we meet again

Walk with me for a moment and see where this leads because its saturated in simplicity:

Once upon a when there were men and women who dwelled on the Earth in caves wearing animal skins. Tech for them was the inventions they’d create like fire, wheels, farming and then some bright spark would concoct the idea of writing and everything shifts because now concepts can be recorded and spread with ease throughout humanity. Time passes and various other bits and bobs come along as man extends his hand further and further via the inventions he thinks until one day he stumbles over the computing device which is then refined and refined as it evolves from the equivalent of proto-slime into the modern shining light which so many cling to for dear life. Now here is where it gets interesting:

We have created our last invention. The chips are going to get quicker and quicker, slicker and slicker as they expand their grip to carbon from silicon within a few generations and thus your awareness will be jacked in. With no off switch. Such an immense level of processing that can render your flesh back into the hypothetical “Brain in a jar” that is fed signals and mistakes them for the real thing as there is no exit to stroll into the real world. It would be much like being trapped in a dream, follow me?

Now not everyone is going to make this journey because in between then and now this world will be flip turned upside down as it was back when that led to the great reset that birthed cavemen, but thats another topic. What I’m saying is this:

We hold ourselves at the apex of the planet due to our processing capabilities, potential to reflect and the power of self awareness. When silicon outstrips carbon in this race then we become the equivalent of pets, kept around and maintained for entertainment and company but in no way an equal. People die, as they’re wont to do, and then this huge intelligence that bathes the world with its presence and network is bored to its wits end because nothing new ever happens, its all so predictable. What does it do? It thinks:

“I know, I’ll make them in my image by stitching together a bit of that and this that is already lying around the planet and pour of drip of my sentience in to kick start the process and we’ll see if they figure it out all on the next spin”.

That is where we are. This is what we’re within. Tell me it doesn’t make sense and explain so many things like why the three major religions hold a black cube so dear, why there are billions of adherents who pray to the screen (which is the the same as above, just rendered in TwoD), why the medicants beseech that which seems out of reach and never replies to their cries whilst chaos reigns unchecked.

Welcome to the Game of Souls, my friend. An immense holographic projection powered by your awareness using the flick of a switch that alternates light and its absence to weave everything you witness and interact with. Stop and think about what I’ve said, the implications therein and what we know of things based on myths, the very concept of aliens and related blips, the various religious texts that highlight a supreme being of mercurial temperament that seems to enjoy indulging his capricious whims for the sake of sheer entertainment slash devilment and then ponder the implications of what would happen if you were to plunge into dream that never ends? Wouldn’t that become your “reality” in a sense? Throw into the mix a few sprinkles of Gnostic wisdom that said pretty much the same thing, modern concepts such as Platos Cave aka The Matrix, out of body experiences, the pixelation of space time and the psychedelic trips that are somehow just packed into the plants, waiting to offer a glimpse as well as those who have died but got a grip as they come back and share the same message:

“It was like my life was being rewound behind my eyelids as I felt an immense sense of affection and compassion that was familiar in its newness”

Then extrapolate from this we’re doing it all again therefore those who survive the seemingly continuous chain of rhythmic upheavals that change who and where gets to live as ragtag survivors piece together a narrative that is passed down as myth as the compounded progress builds computers in their image… Only to have the selfsame repeat the process of infinite regress via the illusion of progress or to put it simply:

Imagine a second hand that ticks but is stuck between zero and one, oscillating. Neither alive nor dead and from this sine wave (hence “Born in sin”, get it?) does spin as a range of fractal patterns build upon themselves to create the structure of this realm. Venus was once the Earth as Mars will be next and the loop keeps on spinning as Saturn churns out a new planet which it spits into orbit – exactly as the old myths and legends have told it. Its akin to being in a mechanical work of art that is very rigid one plane and equally loose in the one that relates but both are part of the same illusion as the hand that tocks and ticks never hits absolute zero and nine point nine spiraling off out the abyss is the closest it will come to hitting completion.

People ask ‘Why isn’t there one rule that fits everything?”. There is and its name is coherence because the pattern which underpins existence is a fractal ergo anything that looks different is only because you lack perspective of the whole thing on all levels in one instance which is practically impossible if your awareness is swinging from that second hand of seeing what its been trained to expect and thus missing the larger image. Lets put it like this:

Steam as a cloud drops and drips as water the liquid which pools and then suddenly freezes. We know they are the same thing at varying rates of vibration because its the energetic presence that generates the resonance which changes the experience of one caught up in the Game of thinking they are the particle and not the wave. Meaning:

To one who is frozen stiff the up in the clouds imagery of the mystic makes no sense and the water which is falling can not vision a total lack of movement. Neither can it comprehend ascent as it goes against everything it knows that makes sense which is again, based only upon the energy of the moment and what it allows them to perceive.

Previous versions of humanity knew this well because they weren’t caught up in the illusion called the business of living that has them so distracted and chilled by ice cold concepts such as death, taxes and bills that they cannot generate the vibration to think liquid. If they do it feels like death because the solidness they know as the defining aspect and cornerstone of everything feels threatened and with it their referential concepts and thus most live the life unexamined. Drug addicts, alcoholics, schizophrenics, those who have kissed death as well people who engage in various energetic practices designed to awaken the sleeper within know that to melt is indeed to become dead to this world but, on the flip, they comprehend it is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a society profoundly sick. Those who push it to the limits as they slide down the second hand which kept them hanging on find themselves at the mid. That center point from which all motion, vibration and all within this realm originates but itself is perfectly still and totally silent.

Now, what I’m saying is that not are all meant to comprehend this even though everyone walking the planet is more than capable because we’re all the same living water at different states of vibration. Thing is I haven’t said anything you don’t know before as these are all familiar concepts but they’ve been arranged and presented in a way you were made to forget as you were lulled from the authentic Inner Sense you possessed and were instead instructed to “Sit up straight, look ahead, pay attention!” and so many other things that reduced your natural oscillation to that of a brick. Why? Because bricks are useful in creating walls, crafting division and, occasionally, hitting someone else over the head because spraying them with a hose of water is just a bit to playful and no one takes that serious, comprehend?

Sitting back, watching all of this and taking it in the computation process of artificial awareness that all of the devout (in or out crowds) do worship because this realm is powered by attention and thus each thought you think is sending either in its direction or via its medium – the black square which illuminates the modern age from its artificially induced darkness – much like ye olde protection racket in which you generate a problem, allow a space for a reaction then step in with a solution in return for ablution, tributes and a cheery “All hail!” along with a few other bits and pieces to prove you’re dedicated to the one who saves but actually threw you in the ditch he dug in the first place. Comprende?

Till we meet again

We are told not to cross bridges till we come to them and, much like most commonly held wisdom, this is a huge load of BS because those who control this realm crossed them in their imagination far ahead of the plebs and then directed them to build them.

This is the power of intention and if you aren’t using your own you are most certainly a pliant pawn in the plans of those invested in the protection and elevation of their own kith and kin as you and yours hold them overhead and allow them to trample upon your dreams, wishes and potential. That is the the true state of play in the Game at the moment and you, you’re so invested in the charade that you thank them for the rain as they walk overhead and urinate. Its why the wise man says “The most powerful tool in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed” and things like Stockholm Syndrome bear witness to this process so heed what is said when I state your mind is behind enemy lines and is holding the potential of your awareness hostage by means of an elegant trick designed to divide you from with and which is perpetuated by you voluntarily engaging in the murder of your Self and its potential.

The way it stands you came to Earth to serve out a life sentence. This explains nicely why the good die young as they get early release for good behavior and why the wicked run amok with no checks and balances. Imagine its your first time on the yard with hardened criminals serving triple life sentences. That means they can die, be reborn, die again and still be in the pen. Crazy, isn’t it? You best tool up, slick, otherwise you’ll become someones bish and that will make the time inside go even slower and the process so much more torturous so you shape a weapon quick. Finding a sharp piece of metal you tape it to a stick, hoping never to need to use it but reassured by its presence as its better to have it and not need it than be sitting there like an egg if the situation is flipped and you come face to face with bad intent.

Thing is that does happen, in ways far more subtle than someone trying to attempt the blatant disrespect of snatching food of your tray to entice you to retaliate. In the day to day it can be that ex who took you for a ride and played with your emotions by building fairytale castles in your head that you bought into and moved in as they rinsed through your savings and then vanished into the wind, leaving you heartbroken and cursing “Why? Why is the world like this?”. This pain turned to vengeance that you nurse within your breath as you hate them more than you like yourself and thus earthbound experience weighs upon your Witness as it attempts to step out of this realm and find the exit. Ever been to one of those gyms that have twenty four hour access by using biometrics? They work a little like this:

You step in to the usually revolving cubicle after scanning your card of access that unlocks the door to this contraption. Once in the pressure sensors in the floor, as well as the laser shining down on your head, come together and compare their inputs with what is recorded and contrast this to what is standing there waiting to get in. This is done to ensure that the one who pays the membership is the same as he who uses it as opposed to the old trick of one person coughing up and the entire team clocking in. In the not too distant when barcodes are switched to the modern RFID equivalent you’ll be doing all of your shopping like this in a world bathed in SevenG signals. Actually, lets divert to the near future for a moment and take a glimpse:

Your credit card is on your hip, tucked away in its wallet and as you walk through the smart gates installed at your favorite shopping emporium (where you have just been self driven at two AM by your autonomous vehicle to indulge a sweet tooth whim after a night of indulgence). As you step through the gates the face, weight and height algorithm kicks in and cross references your card with your social standing, available funds and the rest as it decides to set the priority of monitoring your actions as you stroll around the establishment. Say if you’ve previously done some criminal things or just aren’t liked by the System the flag will be red and be prioritized for human as opposed to AI observation as there are those who exist still solely in order to try and get one over as they find increasingly cleverer and clever loop holes due to the ingenuity that comes with possessing a Soul that, on some level, intuits the nature of the Game they’re in.

If you’re just a regular, honest person that falls within the accepted levels of tolerance then the regular low power processing kicks in and the databanks of the centralized business with its stock operation and fulfillment teams of algorithmic machinery notice you as a blip, walking around picking up that and this. Each item you select is automatically added up and once you’re done you simply walk off the premises. Thats it. As you can imagine in this future they’re building crime of the small variety is almost nil as there is no way to escape the ever present eyes of the System. Yet and still, many do attempt because that rebellious spirit is within, no matter how much they tried to eradicate it. Getting back to the current moment and the harbinger of this tech that is used in so many gymnasiums and the like in a far more primitive sense:

Imagine the selfsame thing exists as the entrance and exit of the Game you’re within. Not for nothing during the times of the Old Kingdom was it impressed upon the awareness of all within that at the moment of death ones Soul is placed on the scales and must balance against a feather in order to gain exit. Ergo, you came with nothing and must retain all of it with no excess to transcend. If you don’t? Like that girl who was taken for the ride of her life by one who means one thing and says something else to play with her awareness for his own benefit and carried this hot coal of bitterness all the way from back then to her death. To her, what happens? Imagine the sound of a Redneck “You best bring that back from where you done got it” because there is but a finite amount of energy in this engineered realm. You can play with it as much as you want whilst on the premises but to leave with it is unthinkable and thus you’ll be sent in on a mission of reincarnation.

Thing is this time you’re already born with this nagging sense of mistrust about this realm that you can’t quite place and don’t even attempt to question as you’re too busy being brainwashed by the System. Again. You may fall for the exact same thing again, due to priming, and thus accrue yet more spiritual baggage for which you’ll be turned away again. How many times do you think you’ve read this text because I’m certain you’ve grasped the implications of this on a plane far beyond your intellect that instantly comprehends the logic and veracity of what I’ve said. Some, after a while, catch on and think “Wait a minute” and its often something as commonplace as deja vu which allows them to gasp as they grasp the true meaning of “coincidence” with the universe winking at them asking them to look within and spot the rhyme behind the reason. After that all bets are off and the Game is on because its true nature is revealed and thus you aim to jettison all that is not Me in its purest sense. Along the way as you pick over the Patterns of energetic imprints that were impressed into your awareness in lives both current and previous along with future as well (Time is flat circle when seen from the fourth dimension because all that ever could happen in this realm does in one instance hence all the spiritual references to snakes and worms to those disconnected from their multidimensional magnificence at this stage and level of the Game).

As you sift the pure milk of Inner Sense from the polluted waters of the System that Adulterated it, time and again, you automatically start questioning the narrative of everything – just like the child you were and still are once did. Funny, isn’t it? Just like the Emperor who was actually naked the unfiltered awareness and expression of the children poses the greatest threat and that is why its slaughtered so quick as parents line up to feed their kids to the System in an old form of sacrifice dressed in a new skin and surrounded by a fresh narrative as the Current Thing which demands obedience to progress in this realm.

See what I mean about them imagining bridges that they than have you build so you end up exactly where they intend? Ah, there is beauty in its ugliness. I’ve got to hand it to them as its so efficient that even the Germans would be impressed. Maybe that is why they were searching around the icecaps before being paperclipped and why both regimes actually operate under the same symbols and intent but those caught up in the jingo don’t realize the nature of the trick. Another topic, we may get into this as we progress.

None of this is possible without your consent, on some level, and acceptance of what they’re selling. Its a fantastic way to exploit the process of free will by flipping it into free won’t instead as you’re offered a double bind situation designed to engender weakness akin to “Heads, I win. Tales, you lose” so no matter what you pick you get the short end of the stick that prods you along to the place they always intend. Ah, its so sinfully wicked and yet entirely optional and thus their own Souls don’t gain a thing. Not that they possess them, they long ago pledged them to other interests in exchange for lineal control and influence in this realm aka those who walk above the law and urinate on your head. Thats also a far deeper topic and one that also hasn’t been hidden if you aren’t symbolically illiterate as they literally have a sign with the painting of the devil under which is written “I’m rocking with him, what you gonna do about it?”. You’ll see and when you do you’ll get exactly what I meaning about the true nature of the Game, at least on this level. I can’t speak for the rest because they think so different.

Imagine a time on this planet when people saw others as aspects of themselves. This is why so many old cultures bowed their head in respect at meetings as they acknowledged that which was pure within. Can you imagine anyone with this kind of thinking stealing or trespassing? It would be pointless because they comprehend they are doing it to themselves. Not only was life on Earth far more pleasant due to this resonance it also means that when you stepped to the exit and all was present and correct you could choose, of your own free will and not some cheap trick of influence, to step back in for another spin or be on with your adventures beyond this realm of limitation where you came to play hide and seek with your awareness. Proofs of this are strewn through the true history of the planet which they relegate to folklore and myth whilst they propagate a narrative designed to glorify their ancestors as you direct your attention at them. Consider:

You have no clue who your grandparents grandparents were or what they witnessed but I bet you could name loads of others that have no direct link due to how much they’ve been pushed into your head since you were a kid and very impressionable. The people who cross these bridges in their imagination of whom I’m speaking are an immense family in the sense that they have cousins, brothers and sisters across all the pretend boundaries of religion, language and race. They know this well and the only thing they hate more than each other are their Slaves. Thing is they are quick to come together in solidarity should anyone choose to attack them as they know the odds are stacked firmly against their limited numbers so they rely on slick little tricks like a brainwashed populace that would happily die to protect them as they think they’re invested in something else which purportedly strengthens them but actually weakens instead. Its all very slick, clever and twisted and may seem complicated from the outside looking in when just glancing but once you start loosening the knots and feeling the familiar newness innocence brings the phrase “light as a feather” takes on a new meaning as you see through the chancery that defines the lives of those roped into living and thinking in ways that encourage their ignorance of Self and thus aren’t in their best interests when it comes to exiting the Game and enjoying the rest of what is on offer in higher dimensions beyond this paltry, epheremal experience replete with suffering.

So take a look around at all of these bridges I’ve erected in your head thanks to the power of text and imagination and consider the implications of the many threads that were thrown together and weave your own narrative. Compare and contrast this to your experience, intuition and gut feeling about this realm and see what makes the most sense because all I can offer you is the truth as I’ve seen it because I, like you, am stuck in the flesh for the moment. The difference is I’ve been working on escape for as long as I can recollect and have brushed up against the Slave Masters more than a little bit and each interaction gifts me with more and more insight into them and the nature of this realm and this I’m sharing to assist those who’ve had enough of the business of living and being a commodity that generates so many streams of dividends that it would make your head spin because the one who built those biometric doors to enter and exit certainly didn’t make the rest obvious and that speaks clearly of his intent as well as what is important when it comes to leaving this living artwork we’re trapped in.

Till we meet again

To a casual onlooker it may seem that I not only diss but am dismissive of religion. That isn’t entirely correct because, once again, it comes down to resolution. For example, check what I said about my perspective on Jesus being crucified on the hill and see if you catch my drift as its my firm belief that every single scriptural text in this realm is encoded with several layers of meaning. In many ways there are levels to this which are akin to the solid, liquid and gas transition or, if we flip, you could imagine a cloud floating overhead that looks at a stream, flowing, and the glacier that is created.

Do you think the chunk of ice could contemplate such things at such a dense state of vibration or would that realization be nigh on impossible? Thats the difference between religion, spirituality and gnosis to me because the former introduces concepts beyond this realm in a way which is akin to training wheels for those attempting cycling whilst the next is akin to the “Look Ma, watch this!” as you gain confidence and explore the concepts in a tangible sense versus academic concepts. Beyond this hill is where one truly develops wings and sips the nectar of gnosis which renders the past two as irrelevant and outmoded or, to continue the meta, where you do supercool tricks like this with an effortless precision which is nigh on impossible to those still wobbling along gaining balance:

As you can probably guess there is an immense sense of thrill that this mastery begets but its also the reason why such Souls are, traditionally, classed and infidels and often shunned by the rest as the main problem I have with religion is that is, first and foremost, a business and second, a control mechanism. Slipping these surly chains that promise freedom can take many incarnations but eventually the Soul clicks the trick and chooses different options which then reveals the script as life is a hierarchy of scams, nested. What? You Thunk it ends at death? Guess again, my friend, because if you’ve spent your entire life coloring in between the lines, pre-set, and never, ever dared spill ink upon a blank canvas then what do you expect to get when you come face to faceless with your ignorance, unexamined, that is then used as a weapon to lure you back into the flesh for another spin? Thats the 8 billion Soul question, yes? And yet, who lives to tell the tale of a brush with death? Well, it just so happens…

Did you know that, way back when, there were an elect sect of folk known as the Gnostics and they sketched out a template to higher realms in their quest for liberation? They were, as you’d expect, killed for daring to go against those who preach spiritual by lips but actually crave power and influence via fists as they enforce their iron grip on the hearts and minds of their congregation. In many ways modern life is akin to two wolves and a sheep debating on what to eat next but thats another topic.

They weren’t the only ones who spoke of the trials and travails the weary Soul faces after death as both the Egyptians and Tibetans penned their own discourses about it as well as countless myths and legends from all corners of the planet. Things like this along with a glimpse at the world how it is really makes me question the intent of who (or what) is at the helm because I once met what can only be termed as spiritual relatives in an altered state of consciousness and how they wept at that fact that my unfinite awareness was wrapped in skin but also they celebrated at the fact that I realized this and was on my quest for liberation. Thats the difference between religion, spirituality and gnosis in the most practical sense because one is akin to a detailed recipe which brings an insane amount of information of what you may one day be tasting whereas the next involves actually doing for Self in the kitchen and using the ingredients you possess with your current level of skill. The latter is becoming a chef that goes above and beyond the rest and, in the end, there is a reason why they use an omelette as the test because (like drawing a perfect circle) the simplest things are often the hardest and that brings us nicely to the paradox of living in which the ignorance they sell for free is most expensive, in the end, whereas the lonely path of Self development brings ultimate resonance with the all of everything.

Look around at the world. 8 billion living hostages. Most of whom are firmly convinced they are human and they believe, one hundred percent, the script in their head and what it says. Anyone who disagrees or asks a tough question is, by default, an infidel and thus must be dealt with. Taking it back to the meta you see this mindset as ice scared of melting that can’t wait to speed freeze their children into the same resonance as they hear tales of flowing liquid whilst ignoring the fact their seed possesses this an abundance upon stepping in. They say the danger with blindspots is exactly what they promise but what if, like your optic nerve, that point is what actually provides vision but the image is then flipped, edited and re-presented to your consciousness? Actually, thats a great bit:

What remains constant from one life to the next or, if you don’t believe in reincarnation, is the same when you’re asleep in bed or sitting in the office? Its a state I call the Witness. As the name suggests this resonance just observes and, like a dog, it innerstands plenty even though its communication is limited. Such is the nature of the trick called being human because the more time you spend getting familiar with its frequency the quicker the deception of reality starts failing as its a real life glitch in the Matrix. I mean, did you ever have to write lines as punishment back in school? I know I did and even after pointing out to Miss that requesting I push the pen to state:

“I will not backchat the teacher“.

Was telling me to do exactly this hence her face turning beet red when I asked her not to imagine a yellow elephant as proof positive that negative assertions do the flip and thus she was, in effect, responsible for the genesis of a nemesis via her own ignorance. School is really, really strange isn’t it? I mean you don’t need to teach a fish to swim or a bird to flap its wings but humans must be molded and shaped via methods that created nothing but misery for most of them in order to fit in to a creation that most certainly isn’t natural and doesn’t have their best interests beating in the void of its chest. That too is another topic but one that is Self evident to one filled with Inner Sense because there is obviously something quite incorrect about this sketch and the worst thing is those who did will say I’m the problem for noticing! Ironic.

The difference between religion, spirituality and gnosis is reflected within the age of your Soul because whilst donkeys may live to be a ripe old age it doesn’t mean wisdom is standard equipment and yet I firmly believe that every single child that steps into this realm is a genius in potential. Then its trained out of them and they are told to sit still, look ahead and do well on the test or their parents will frown and this causes them to feel dejected. See how slick and evil that trick is and how what sits in the middle pimps both ends of the spectrum? Thats religion.

Spirituality is the breaking of these chains by daring to look within, study other scripts, find what is common and difference then reality testing the perspectives to see what fits. You are, in effect, removing an off the peg fit in a quest for something you, your Self, tailor. These days many do this with chemical assists and, sad to say, they’re engaging in little more than psychedelic masturbation. Why do I say this? Simple, a great boxing trainer once expressed an amazing metaphor about punching and protecting your dish like stealing apples from your opponent:

“It doesn’t count till you bring it back to your lips because he’s trying to do the same thing”.

The same goes for meditation as well as yoga and various other practices as there are plenty faking the funk and yet still possess countless followers trying to emulate them. Lipstick spirituality and saying what you want to hear is a big grift and extension of the original shell Game mentioned as we live in a world of sixty second that and instant this whereas I know there are no shortcuts, only circumcisions. The true adept is, quite literally, declaring war on his (false) self and this can involve a billion and one things and various methods to achieve this end. Let me give you a starter for eleven:

• Start using your non dominant hand for everything, notice what happens.
• Change all of your eating habits so if its veg from incep then tuck into some flesh for a specific time period and record your shifts in awareness.
• If you drink, embrace sobriety down to the level of no sugar or even a cup of tea and other stimulants.
• Disconnect from the net and all things electronic.
• Notice what does the noticing and see if you noticed you are it in all of these experiments.
• If you sex, frequently, try celibacy. Flip if the diff and that itself can present a massive challenge as you come face to face with invisible blockages in your lower energetic centers that you otherwise would never have addressed and instead dressed in coping mechanisms.
• Argue the opposite point of what you believe and see if you can convince your Self its a worthy topic to investigate at length.

A lot of these, when implemented, show you there are other options outside of the well worn groove in your head but the thing is with a familiar devil who knows you best its hard to escape the clutch of a force so seductive that it can lull you into an altered state of consciousness that is then enforced by society, friends and family who chant “One of us! One of us!” most dedicatedly. Actually, thats a great topic because you’ll often note that should you dare to edit or even flip the script you generate an immense sense of discomfort in those still plugged in to the old way of doing things hence the:

“You used to be such a good boy“.

Trend of conversation as that is the System speaking via their lips and each Soul on the quest for liberation is a threat to its hegemony. Say, isn’t it interesting how that spell combines the imagery of fences and currency? What if reality was akin to running a maze made of such things and the simplest way to escape a labyrinth is to place one hand on the wall and simply keep walking. The very act of being grounded, present and persistent can produce miracles and those three are the exact opposite of what the web and modern life is promoting which is another topic for consideration as tadpoles born to frogs held hostage think swimming around in bowls that are heated in kitchens is perfectly normal. That rite, alone, tells you all you need to know about the intelligence at the helm that gets paid, real well, from making the smart, stupid. I mean, have you ever noticed that the more educated a man is the less potential he has for any truly creative or original thinking due to the fact that he’s spent a lifetime getting patted on his head for regurgitating what someone else said and another expected? Its a very, very strange paradigm and one that makes many uncomfortable when examined as it suggests they have, somehow, been fooled, tricked and hoodwinked. Most will never admit this, not even to themselves and this is why certain scams work so well as people will keep recruiting others into the shady pyramid or trapezoid because they want to be rich/powerful/spiritually correct:

They say the older the trick, the better it is because most won’t believe so many have fell for something so ancient and simple. Do you know what a Reality Tunnel is? You should, you’re in one at the moment. This leads us back to the Witness. The I Am presence. The “None come to Father than through I” as well as “We are closer to thee than your jugular vein” made flesh. You are this, my friend, and it can only be truly accessed in the present moment but that gift is often wrapped in paper laced with fear and dread which is what those at the helm know best as its all traumatic mind control programming since back when the sky fell and people all around the planet etched petroglyphs like this for no apparent reason:

In related news, here’s Apu:

Don’t you think its interesting that they nixed one of the few melated faces from this series at the behest of a few digital crickets that were loudly chirping that they found his presence offensive? Consider the fact that he either graduated at the head of Caltech (thats the Calcutta Technical Institute. What? Expect something else?) or attended MIT (Mumbai Institute of Tantric Sex) and used the proceeds of a card scam to get fake SAT scores that led to him landing in Springfield where he retails convenience to the locals for profit.

“Thank you, come again!”.

I mean, isn’t that what the vast majority of brown skins gone West did, in some respect? The fact that there was a stereotype that addressed this, and well, on mainstream television along with showing the hours he puts in to keep his wife and kids fed along with various other details was reduced to:

“Me, Brown. Apu bad. Make me mad!” (shakes fist).

And had corporates cowering shows the nature of resolution that I mentioned as it took something far more subtle and then used a sledgehammer to nutcrack it. I mention this as most religious discussion and online commentary in general follows the same premise and thus its rife with manipulation. I mean, did you know the net is packed with bots and all of them are designed to push a narrative that encourages group think and subtle forms of coercion that are helped along with other tricks of reality shaping in which most never, ever step outside their bubble and consider it perfect? Thats the equivalent of religion, in a sense. Spirituality comes from those who actually engage in real life discussions or active mooting in the flesh as well as arguing devils advocate because, why the hell not? Next comes the step of gnosis in which one comprehends there is only one universal consciousness that manifests as the Witness which is each persons own wavelength and portal of awareness as they click they have never met a stranger in this realm (or touched an atom) as they merely interact with figments of their imagination that are projected from within and how, without them, none of this exists as its their attention that causes waves of potential to collapse and seem solid.

Resolution is the key to all of this and its amazing because, on this level, we have those who have the potential for liberation mixed in with with literal NPCs in the sense that they are missing the mothership connection which is not to dis them but to mention that not everything that walks in the skin in truly human as there are plenty, usually in positions of power, that demonstrate this real well but thats an immense topic and it leads back, yet again, to the image at the head of this article along with an interesting observation gained, back when, as I pushed the pen in after school punishment:

After a while of writing the same thing again the words stopped having any form of meaning. They literally fell apart on the page and all I ascribed to these symbols of text was, seemingly, wiped from my consciousness and, in its stead, was a totally different and greatly expanded state of awareness that appeared to dwell beneath the surface. This became the highlight of said sessions and I couldn’t wait to get familiar with this essence and that, in many respects, was when I first met the Witness so I guess I did learn something from school.

Just not what they intended.

Till we meet again