You’d think my scrotum was a totem they way they worship the wood and ride it like a surfboard. Slave/Masters please, don’t watch me, watch TV. I had no clue about the raging jealously that ran through the veins of my fake friends who secretly hated what they could never be and coveted that which I took for granted as standard equipment as they constantly steered me in the wrong direction in order to ensure an early death without commencing my true mission as the aim was to keep me consumed by consumption so I’d never think of sharing what was abundant within and the whole world is seeking.
Inner Sense.
Two words that can end your life sentence with a click of the fingers. Thing is getting to this point of realization requires one to comprehend the real lies they’ve accepted as true facts when they are nothing else but an elegant deception which is such a powerful weapon for the uninitiated as they cower in the Cave of ignorance mistaking the shadows of a flame for the real thing when, high above them, the sun is rising and they don’t have a clue whats happening nor what is actually at stake. Make no mistake, what I’ve said is exactly how it is and if you’re well adjusted to the social sickness that engulfs the collective I may as well be speaking Swedish to you meatballs because it’ll make no sense. The hardheaded always have to feel it to believe. Maybe you will when met by deaths grip but I doubt it. After all the entire point of this cosmic dog and pony show is to ensure your compliance in this world and the next so you can have your Soul inserted as another credit in the Game which is the greatest deception one can ever imagine where the unfinite is rendered to a mere human and, get this, believes it. Ha! What a wheeze.
Until this clicks in every fiber of being that you are not the flesh at all but the Prime principle that animates it then Slave describes you best as you run, that way and this, attempting to satisfy its whims and appetite that is endless. Have you ever wondered about Buddhas demons? The ones he met on his quest for enlightenment who tried each and every form of deception in order to dissuade him from this mission? And for what, really? In the end people flip turned and edited his statements so much that all thats left is a hollowed out shell that bears an image but naught of any substance within. Sure, some of them will be offended by this but how many click that the man who said “Worship nothing” is now lauded, in both senses of the spell, as they turn to him with folded hands in direct contradiction of message. This corruption is nigh on identical with practically every religion and thats why nobody, repeat no body, has made even an iota of true progress toward liberation or even a life filled with less suffering via rote repetition of what they truly don’t comprehend. In that respect you could say the demons that managed not to trick him certainly came and got revenge upon the rest following and they’re too invested to tell the difference between the filthy waters added in to the purest milk that they left. Why do you think profits and prophets are homonyms? The Dual Reality Principle in full effect and the fact I can see this and communicate its essence in ways practical means I’m a major threat as I remind you of the things you were made to forget. Transcend the noiZ to hear the Psylense and then it will all make so much sense because no matter the name of what you worship the path to approach is identical:
Within.
How does one fight an enemy thats invisible? How to defeat a foe when you already think you’re it and its wishes are your commandments? To the Warriors lens they are teachers instead and thus one is always learning the sleights of mouth and energetic tricks they use to manipulate the senses whilst keeping the correct distance from what they’re observing in order not to be drawn in. No wonder a segment of people who awaken to the truth become schizophrenic because they comprehend what I’ve just stated and the only sane response is madness for they drifting up the creek of higher consciousness without a paddle in a gear that doesn’t exist whilst holding a map that is upside down and backwards. Thats when the Slave/Masters can say “Got him!” because those imaginary friends all kids had, back when, weren’t quite as angelic as they seemed and never actually left since they stepped in to your developing consciousness. But that is another topic that has a whole load of res and immense implications for those caught up in the great Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits.
Those that don’t comprehend the depth of what it actually means to be born into this realm continue with their lives of quiet desperation entirely unaware of the countless shenanigans that surround them. In between both of these states there is a third option I call the Path of Power and thats where things get real interesting because the more Knowledge of Self you gain the clearer your vision and that brings illumination which begets solutions. This type of thinking uplifts not just you but the entire collective because we are burdened by the weight of ignorance we inherited from our parents and lineage. Just think, would you rather be a feather or anvil if your intent is to fly high? What we see in this life is plenty of the latter with the former glued to them as they pretend they can float like a butterfly but actually sink like a brick when reality tested. This is why people tend to cling to their misconceptions because the alternative is a rude awakening from the lumbering slumber of partially conscious sleepwalking that seems par for the course for 81% of the inhabitants of this planet.
Somebody must have made it like this. What are their reasons? That is what I’m wondering and why does it seem I have such an integral part in all of this because the countless streams of suppression that come from all different types of angles make me wonder whats within that is attracting such oppression. Obviously I must be to blame for this because only by accepting the lay of the land as it is can you hope to build anything. Otherwise you’re just erecting fantasy castles you’ll never inhabit. Maybe thats why people place such faith in concepts like heaven as it allows them pretend they aren’t already in a living hell. Who know? Maybe I’m projecting but until someone speaks on it with lucidity and clarity how can we truly come to a valid conclusion that allows one to create solutions instead of managing symptoms? Thinking about it, maybe that is the reason because it was a little boys Inner Sense that pointed out the Emperor was naked and the entire facade came crumbling down and the confidence trick of mass hypnosis was broken in an instant. Then people will have questions about who did this. Why and to what end? Then we’re getting somewhere as opposed to running on psychosocial treadmills that are so well designed and implemented that nobody even questions if they’ve actually made any progress for all the effort they put in.
“That there is a dangerous man” they said as they plotted various attempts to sway his direction away from the land of intuition. I guess we’ll find out either way becausethe best way to make enemies (read: teachers) is by trying to change something because then it becomes evident who is linked to what via invisible strings and countless forms of influence attached to their spinal columns. Do you ever stop and ponder the sheer amount of data you take in without consideration? People are all about eating healthy and yet consume straight up junk from their TV sets and these messages are controlled by a handful of corporations. To whom are they answering? Is that sounds mighty conspiratorial then how do you explain this:
See why I said don’t watch the news because its bad for your health? I don’t. I couldn’t care less whats happening in the world at large because what can you really do about it? Nothing. News as an acronym signals North, East, West and South. What rests in the middle but your Self that takes in the message. Get Centered in Self in order to discern because that state begets critical thinking and the loose thread you pull unravels the rest of the deceptions that were pulled over your consciousness since you stepped in as the prime intent of all of this is to Adulterate your Inner Sense then make you run, that way and this, in an endless quest because the true root of the problem is within and that means Knowing the Ledge becomes vital as you stop acting like a psychological landfill that constantly takes in these negative influences which are akin to anvils as a traveling salesman passes by and offers to sell the finest feathers that will allow you to regain the sense of freedom we all secretly crave. Those immense weights are created by emotional investment. I’m not saying you don’t need to know. Exactly the opposite because by taking an inventory of these things you can reclaim your energy and reject harmful suggestions in order to come back into a state of alignment that allows you, once again, to reign over the Three Kingdoms as you elevate your consciousness and see the state of play in the Game we’re within as they built a maze of ignorance to trap those who daren’t question exactly why the world is a mess and freedom is so expensive.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste and if its filled with the same then who but you is to blame for allowing these events access?
Imagine you could be rich or fearless? Which one would you pick?
Now, bear in mind that I’m not talking about being stupid or reckless like trying to headbutt a cruise missile because you don’t give an F. Basically we’d be flicking a switch so that all your self doubt, second thoughts and talking yourself out of it in your head vanished.
I’d be willing to bet that with that clarification a lot of folks who said “Money, money, money, monnnnnnneeeeeeyyyyyyyyy” would’ve picked the alternative instead. Isn’t that interesting?
Did you know that a child steps into this realm with only two fears present. One is of loud noises and the other is of falling. Both of them are side effects of manifestation because the higher dimensional process that mangles their unfinite awareness in order to get it into a state of resonance with the flesh is encoded as a sinking sensation in which things get increasingly dense and fragmented. Consider you were a hyper dimensional cloud of consciousness that was truly ineffable to the geometrically perfect snowflake in our realm that was frozen solid and scared to death of melting despite being under massive tension and you’ll have a pretty good approximation of whats happening. The other bit, with the true big bang, is what happens when sperm and egg meet as this is the fusion point that stitches yours previously reduced wavelength into harmonic resonance with what will develop into the flesh you’re wearing at the present moment. More specifically, its CNS as that is what literally pulls the strings and you can easily test this because a good orgasm can reverse this process and generate an out of body experience before the persistent illusion of being human kicks in and you’re the special little snowflake again. Bit of tangent but you know how I get when I’m kicking that Knowledge…
So, if you picked rich then congratulate your Self as you are now surrounded by trinkets and a more expensive class of distractions and ways to indulge your whims. One of the most amazing things about when this happens (and I truly hope it does for you, just so you can prove me correct) is that very, very little actually shifts from within. Its part of the huge trick this realm pulls via its programming as people think that those magical zeroes on a screen equal a state of perfection within but that very rarely happens.
Granted, my personal sample size of folks who have went from rags to riches is a bit thin but those I have spoken to often attest the truth of what I said and then get very uncomfortable and don’t want to speak on it again. Its like being made aware of a splinter in your mind that everyone else is paid well to pretend doesn’t exist as they walk around on eggshells instead saying whatever you wish as they ignore your coping mechs and indulge your delusions in order to pay their rent. Maybe I should rebrand myself as a Reality Consultant but, if past imperience is a hint, most folks who’ve climbed that hill really don’t want to hear it because it contradicts their shiny, new internal OS that says:
“I’m rich, life is perfect. I can buy what I wish. There are no more problems“. As they down their first drink at Eight AM. Back on topic:
You are who you are, this very moment, but that nagging doubt that made you do anything but ask that girl out at school has evaporated. Along with it the looming sense of emptiness and thoughts of “What if?” have also vanished because they are the scaffolding that holds up the false construction of fear itself which is, nine point nine times out of ten, rooted anywhen but the present moment. You may have almost nothing. Just a dollar and dream but you have something that only a child that steps in possesses in abundance in this realm:
You are fearless.
How do you think people would react to your presence? Matter of fact, how you feel you’d be different without being enSlaved by that voice in your head that tells you not to do this, why bother with the rest and then directs you to self soothe with distractions? Can you imagine the immense shift in terms of bandwidth and processing going on inside your consciousness? How about the commensurate reduction in tension and other things you can’t currently imagine due to being locked in a low vibrational wavelength? I’d be wiling to bet that whatever the wannabe rich version of you did get the fearless flex remix would eclipse and manifest something well beyond it within a few steps whilst having lots of fun in the process.
That is how powerful fear is.
And yet, its a learned process. Its actually the key to breaking free from the Adulteration which grips 81% of the planet. If we’re being totally honest (and, if you know me, that is how I live) its why most people are religious. They don’t want to admit that they’re hedging their bets about what was promised by going through the motions in a spiritual Game of Simon Says… but you could bet your bottom dollar that fear was the root cause and emotion of their devotion as they want to be saved from the damnation thats promised. Hoo! What a trip. A mind Game, par excellence. Now, for some, that will be supremely blasphemous and they’ll start to protest and attest many things but you and I know the truth so lets skip that step. Instead you may just discover that this blockage is what prevented you from forging the coveted relation with the numinous you were seeking as you looked every place but within.
Imagine your amusement when you discover you are it. Identical in strength but differing in scale, at the present moment, due to the nature of this dimension and the carbon based interface you’re wearing that is running an internal OS that wasn’t in your best interests as it was programmed by external agents who play this realm like a harp from hell for their own amusement. The fear is actually theirs. It stems from their dread of being discovered for what they’ve done to the rest of us and dragged out, kicking and screaming, from behind the curtain for a good old fashioned public execution. Its a moot point though because if the world were to end and be left in dregs by a nuclear war or something else you can bet that as much as the roaches would tick these folks would rise like a phoenix and do the same thing again. Maybe it all a part of the checks and balances of a corrupted simulation that has a clause within which the interlopers are hidden much like the blind spot of the nerves optic where the brain fills in what it expects instead of admitting its ignorance.
Really ponder this, my friend, you – in terms of pure awareness – are currently being held hostage by a piece of tech you’re wearing that creates the human imperience and it can, and is, being programmed by those who know it well and you, at the moment, are totally ignorant of its strengths, weaknesses, potential and pretty much everything else that hasn’t been handed to you via repetition, symbol or trauma. This his how fear became the true currency of this realm and people will do anything to pretend it doesn’t exist and try to avoid it whilst the Warrior clicks:
“Wait a minute, my greatest strength and truest wishes are hidden behind it” as they comprehend the nature of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits and apply this one weird trick to gain emancipation in the flesh. Slave/Masters hate him! Maybe thats why there have been so many failed attempts to bring my adventure to an end before it even begins but, in the process, the coal that I was became the diamond who shines in the present so it is what it is and thanks, I guess. You hear that? Thats fearlessness speaking because it finds a way to flip all and everything to its advantage because:
“All I do is win“.
“Man, shut up. I hate it when you get like this. Its condescending. I feel disrespected. Its like everything you’ve got is awesome and anyone elses is a mess. Even if they’re identical“.
That was a really, really interesting conversation because whilst I wasn’t authentically fearless when it happened it made me realize the chrysalis was within and the seeds that would bloom into the present version of me were always there. They just needed to be unwrapped and nurtured in order to reveal their gifts. So, with that said, once again:
Rich or fearless?
I know what I’d pick because the latter can create the former and way more than it can purchase but the opposite is impossible because its a whim based on materialism that holds tacit in its acceptance your ignorance of your true state and inherent nature of this realm which is built on limitation and deception. Remember, falling consciousness? Big bang of the sperm and egg? How a child steps in, overflowing with radiance and their natural state is Inner Sense? That is where you’d be again and, if you chose, to keep progressing you’d reverse engineer those two as well and suddenly the nature of the flesh, your inherent awesomeness and the fact that death is the greatest illusion are part of the life you’d live as you comprehend that nothing can F with the ineffable and you are it, my friend. Thats how powerful fear is because its the greatest weapon ever forged as it can be used to make you forget this and accept points of view that, when seen via the lens of gnosis without immense emotional investment, as patently ridiculous and not in your best interests as they fuel an immense division within that creates huge amounts of tension and conflict. For some this state of affairs is most profitable. Others send prophets in the hope you get the message.
Like I said in that clip of a previous conversation, it really made me think about the mindset of the one who was speaking. His fears and dreads, the need of a co-sign to be correct and the immense investment in a strength in numbers type of thing that led to joining an old, well worn Reality Tunnel that was created by those who made the realm what it is. Like I said, “Slave/Masters hate him!” because fear and dread is their most potent weapon when its actually a simple con. A shell Game, if you will, in which they project their resonance upon the collective and use it to suppress their innate potential in order to feel powerful. I mean, let me give you a practical example:
Most people in the world right now are still tight about something that did or didn’t happen, back when. A lot don’t even fully recollect what the true event is but unhappily dress other skeletons in dread before shoving them in their closet under the file of “Coping Mech” and then trying really hard to pretend this isn’t the shaky hand that wrote the script of the life they currently live as they blame everyone but themselves. Know what prevents the realization?
Fear.
What if its an acronym and it actually meant “Face Everything And Rise”? What then. Wouldn’t you feel stupid for collecting the check when you could have truly became abundant instead and clocked a secret that is truly priceless and may just be the key to consciousness.
I look around at the world and see people who proclaim freedom whilst obviously being a state of arrested development. In that respect modern life is a prolonged extension of High School except the web gave the nerds more influence and thus they of the blue rinse and frailness can’t wait to raise hell and get revenge on the cool kids as they secretly covet what they possessed in abundance. Know what it is? Fearlessness.
Really stop and think about what I’ve said and you’ll see I’m correct because the kids with the most confidence didn’t give a single F about what anyone else said or did because they knew they were the jit and the world went along with it. The social rejects had the same impulses and wish but were drowning in coping mechs and narratives in their head that said “What if?” as fear did its thing and they folded in upon themselves, suppressing their potential and detesting the effects. Go ahead, try and deny it. Better yet pick up a couple of pens, some paper and ask your Self.
You can tell you’re in the grip of coping mechs as a way of hiding fears wavelength by the fact that nothing that you want is actually happening. Instead you’re heavily invested in a whole load of side quests whilst the main challenge remains unmet as you tell your (false) self tales in your head about how you’ll do that and this and “When I get this then it’ll all be perfect” and other types of BS that are designed and minted to prevent any real traction. Are you Vincent or are you Max? That is the question…
They say that if you get something for free then you are the product, yes? That much seems Self evident because wasn’t the net a military tool from its inception to deployment? Trojan whorez, if you will, because if the legs spread too quick there must be another intent thats hidden within the honeytrap configuration thats designed to frazzle your Limbic System via the pleasures of overstimulation.
There was an interesting experiment I’ll mention where they offered rodents coke or food at the press of a switch and even if they got shocks they kept pressing that button for a hit of that sweet, sweet sniff flowing into their system. Extrapolate from this and you’ll find what underpins most modern tech with its notifications and the rest as it pimps the same thing so are we headed toward a Behavioral Sink? I’ll let you tell it…
If you take a group then purposefully repress them you create a huge store of tension that increases in strength over generations and the thinking it begets can be quite dramatic. If, at the opportune moment, you set it free, give it some signs and symbols along with a specific direction you have a force that will, seemingly of its own intent, go wherever you sent. Let that sink in as you do the Knowledge because Eighties kids know well that robot toy you wound up as it kept on stepping until it ran out of charge and entered a period of refraction. This is how you control the population, par excellence, and its a great trick that is as ancient as it is effective as this is a hermetically sealed realm which dwells in perpetual balance as Souls step in, wear the flesh then jet. Let me lace you with another sample thats sure to get you open:
If you were around in the decade of excess I previously mentioned you’ll notice a few things:
People were generally more intelligent, robust and slim. If you weren’t around just check out old footage or imagine if your grandparents would ever gurn for a pic in order to get some clicks and the rest of (false) self debasement that kicks in the modern age. To use a metaphor from the streets “The product is stretched thin” because the amount of active ingredient is identical but the portions are different when you have 8 billion Souls to dress in skin vs half of that back when. This is why I’ve said we’re going to see an immense depopulation until Twenty One kicks in and the crowd starts to swell after the thinning of the undesirable and social rejects. Now, I’m no eugenicist but some of the most rich and powerful that control this realm are descended from such Thunking and I can see the rhyme and reason behind it. Whether they truly comprehend the shadows depth or are simply reading from a script they were handed that affords them status in exchange for cooperation with the charade is another thing. Its the rock, you baskets!
What we have seen, overall, is a huge amount of infantile regress in the population since the web kicked in and normalized tantrums as well as the digital equivalent of telling with “Nuh uh, he started it!” followed by some gnashing and wailing in the comments. Obviously people don’t want to hear this as they, like the wind up robots in question, are programmed with a mission that feels they must represent their cause, bring death to the infidels and carry on as intended without ever stopping to question the narrative. That is how frogs get boiled, my friend. At any moment they could have leapt and flipped the script but instead they’re getting fed to a fat Frenchman who waddles out carrying a brown bag with a baguette near his chest with a beret on his head and stripy clothes as well. See how interesting stereotypes are? They were the closest equivalent we had to memes back then as they conveyed an immense amount of content via a simple image most comprehended real quick.
What on Earth do this have to do with the whole topic? Who knows? We’ll all find out as I push the pen because I’m simply transcribing a psychospiritual location within where my Witness currently rests as a beacon to the rest who can hear me on FM.
Most users don’t realize they are in the sense that search engines take and catalogue trends of what people are seeking and various other things so you could, if you wish, say that Google is god because its all wise and all knowing. You could actually use this dataset to model the spread of ideas like contagion as well as zeroing in on what the people are thinking without the need of the old school equivalent which was the box of confession people stepped in. Interesting sync, isn’t it? Darkness and absolution that provides a type of solution to those who like, subscribe and comment! Its just a Reality Tunnel, my friend. Nothing more, nothing less and it can’t exist unless you dig. Consider this pic and its use of the negative:
That is actually quite accurate when you consider most people inner realms as there is actually nothing present. Thats why they need the signs, symbols and echo chamber effect for the “I’m one of them and this is my ident” satisfaction it brings. Strip this from them and you kill their illusion which is a fate worse than death for one bought and paid for the subscription and yet the ironic thing is there are those who strive just to gain this type of alignment as they wish to attain the gnosis of being in this world and not just of it. Thats the Psylense, my friend. Can you hear it? The rest of the stuff wrapped around it is noiZ and its agents are the ones who perform the wind up effects and increase the tension in certain bands to keep the drums banging and rivers running red. Why? Because when you’re stressed to death but too tired and overstimulated to admit it you’ll keep chasing what is actually doing you in without stopping to comprehend the carrot is actually tied to a string on your head and the hand which grips the whip that beats your rear end is actually attached to your own limb.
That is the price of ignorance that 81% of the planet are perfectly content to keep paying as they run the psychosocial treadmill from one life to the next. Do you think they’ll ever stop to ponder who or what type of intent is syphoning their energetics whilst manipulating their awareness via the voice in the head they’re convinced is them? In this example, from the Warriors lens, its Self evident they must be that which listens and thus begins the quest for Knowledge as they declare war on ignorance. Thats the true challenge, the Game you came here to play before getting fooled with the overlay which is simply a way for those quite content to reign in hell to amuse themselves as they pretend they never really wanted to ascend beyond the material.
Its a story as old as the hills.
Good vs evil and yet if you ask everyone where they sit they’re totally convinced they’re on a divinely sanctioned mission and its Them™ that are the problem and once they’re eradicated it will usher in something that is quite amazing.
That will never, ever happen. Impossible. You might as well say you’re bombing for peace or raping to protect virgins but the speculative and operative part of oxymoron is the last five digits that breathe the first three to make it all possible.
The oddest thing is that I can pick one of these people out at random and kick some energetics in a conversation that changes their wavelength but less than one out of ten is actually willing to do the Knowledge. Know why? Inertia. Familiarity. Resonance. If you take a load of grandfather clocks and set the pendulums to swing they soon start to sync and that is how you manage people, my friend. Realizing this may mean being seen as insane as you march to the drum of your own resonance and thus they’re quick to commoditize this like the whole “Hipster sues a company for using an image of him without authorization” only to find it was someone else as his pre-manufactured counter culture spec was created with just such an intent. Same with the Hippies who never clicked that the drugs were made in government labs and the singers were mostly military kids as they hoisted occult symbols and poured immense amounts of energetics into what most don’t comprehend is consuming their wavelength as its tastes the rainbow of resonance that comes from a unified intent that is channeled in a specific direction. Like TV sets, yes?
“We now return to your regularly scheduled programming“.
Just look the words, the spells, and the hint. Tell lie vision that keeps you in sync with whatever the official narrative is. Going back to the Eighties kids who stepped into a realm that was analogue (and thus in ascent vs digital which is the equivalent of dumbing down. Deeper topic but its based on replication and methods of simulation, polarization as well. The devil truly is in the details) before the ones and zeros kicked in, in increments, like frogs in a kitchen. Some clicked and went off grid or used the web (look at the name and question what spins) like a tool belt, as and when needed, whilst the rest will jostle to get it implanted in their heads as the era of Techno Sapiens doth commence and carbon and silicon blend to create something quite different.
Most users don’t realize they are. Dare ye Know the Ledge or are you perfectly content to dwell on the outskirts of your mind whilst a slant drilling operation in your head rapes the resonance within your chest as you project this discomfort onto Them™ and engage in a fruitless quest that ignores the true cause of the problem which is you incarnated into this realm to serve a life sentence in the flesh.
Most users don’t realize they are but, by now, a few frogs will more than willing to stretch their legs as it beats sweating in a pot on the fires of hells kitchen as they start to comprehend the truth of what I’ve said is something they should really check as its in their best interests to do the Knowledge whilst living before they seal the exits via the introduction of Techno Sapiens as we transition to silicon and are augmented into a new level via the ressurection of an old demon who wants his pound of flesh…
Do you Know who you are? Better yet lets back up a step and start with the basics as predicated upon your imperience:
Who do you think you are?
What did you say? A name? A race? A face from a space thats seen this and that like a cat in a hat hit with a baseball bat? Press people on most of these and they’ll soon run out of steam when they’ve beamed past various sets of beliefs and then the real speaks:
“I don’t Know”.
That you don’t, that you don’t. Good because that brings space for growth and when you step into the darkness (in your quest for enlightenment) it suddenly makes sense why most peoples Self Knowledge is akin to walking to the door of wisdom then knocking, whilst standing on a mat that reads “Welcome”, before sprinting back to the hills of ignorance (their own little zone of discomfort) with no answers from within as their fear told them to run like the wind. So they did. From one life to the next. Let me put it to you like this:
If we strip it all back to the basics and do a Be Kind, Rewind whilst living we have you stepping into this realm, wailing, into the arms of a mother who was pregnant for nine months in which your unfinite awareness was dipped in flesh in order to interact with this realm. I know, that can sound a bit metaphysic to those who haven’t stepped on the Path you create by walking but go with it for a minute and think:
What if you were born a thousand years hence? What about now but to the opposite gender, different parents and somewhere else? What if they were atheist, devout scientists or reverently religious? How about if you were super poor or filthy rich? Seen as gods gift and praised for everything or the devils incarnate that was sexually abused and beaten before you’d said a thing? What then? What remains constant in all of these equations? What is the same and never changes yet, for each one of these variables, produces a different outcome in the end depending on how they relate to it?
The Witness.
You are welcome to reality test this and see if I’m just BSing with this simple hypothesis:
If you’ve ever taken a heavy trip or some form of dissociative you’ll attest that there comes a time when the old frame melts and you are just an isness going about its business and the flesh is irrelevant. You can also imperience this state with certain practices that may or may not involve pushing your body to the limits. The same happens at the gateways of sleep and waking which are known as the hypnagogic and pompic which, should you wish, you can pimp and expand your wavelength. “How? Do tell?” said the one reading whilst making notes with a pen of their own observations. Simple:
Grab a chair that you can lean in thats quite comfortable and take one spoon, metal, and a plate upon which to clang. Hold that in your hand whilst repeating a thought in your head that you want answered as you start drifting. Eventually the penny drops and brings you back to your senses and with it often come some hints that can be most interesting. Another one is when you get into bed, lie flat on your back instead. Tense your whole body on an in breath for as long as you can handle then slowly, so slowly let go of both the air and the grip. Do this a couple more times and just lay there, chilling. At some point you’ll get a prod which says, without speaking:
“Turn over, time for bed“.
At first it will catch you unawares because you’ve had a lifetime of training to go with the grain and thus it will make you grin in frustration at how smoothly your flesh can pimp your awareness. Eventually though the muscle you’ve been gaining with the above exercises will start flexing its strength and the signal comes once, twice and then again whilst you remain perfectly still. Bingo! Your body is asleep but your mind is buzzing. That can be most interesting. By the way, if you start panicking just set your intent to flex your toes and you’ll snap out of it. In this state why not play around with your imagination and see what kicks? Another one is when you get up remain perfectly still, don’t move and inch or shift anything. Try, with effortless skill, to keep the phase of brainwave oscillation you’re in the same for an extended period. This too can be quite amazing as you are literally in two realms in the same instance. What is constant through all of this?
“How the hell can I be it when I’m obviously that which listens?“.
Ain’t that something? Now read this article back again and ponder the Be Kind, Rewind effect and tell me:
Are you still certain you are whatever you thought you were or is there another variable announcing its presence after being hidden beneath layers upon layers of conditioning and mass hypnosis that teaches you to look anywhere but within? Congratulate your Self for awakening the Warrior within because one thing I can assure you is that things will never be the same again once you gain that wisdom as its like having a volume switch for many of lives things that you previously reacted to but now, thanks to the gift of Knowledge, flip the anagram and create moves instead. Thats the Game, my friend, thats the Game and you either play or get played because whilst most are here to get laid, paid or make the world a better place there are a handful of us that intend to escape from this life sentence in the flesh and never come back again. Don’t, for one moment, think that happens after death because, like dreaming, you’ve got become attuned to the unfinite in order to comprehend the depth of this illusion whilst living.
Seen from this lens the race wars, gender issues and the rest are pure delusion because you simply are not it. Never have been, never will. In many ways thats as dim as thinking actors live in the TV set and aren’t handed a script which is edited and presented to shape perceptions which go on to exert a great influence. And yet, people fall for the bait. One generation after the next as they delve into a state of hypnosis that often matches the exact Reality Tunnel their parents did dig and those before them as well as their children. This is why only 8% are capable of doing the Knowledge. Some of them may have been born into hell that made them trust nothing and look with a suspicious lens, others may have kept the flame of curious intent burning in their chest (no matter how much the System tried to extinguish it) whilst a few got there with drugs, introspection or a brush with death. Get in where you fit in, playa, there is only one Path at the end and it starts in your head then connects to your chest with a familiar newness that I call Inner Sense that causes the wings of your imagination to unfold, one again, and that is the ticket out of this realm just like it was when you stepped in. Moonwalking, in other words. Side note, have you ever noticed that every single culture on the planet has daze of the week named after gods which are linked to planets? I wonder what that could mean? By the way, the spelling was correct because Warriors don’t have those rites in their lexicon which is why we call a twenty four period a raise (or rays) but yet and still they slipped in “raze” as well in an attempt to undo your progress which is why the first five in a Strength and the whole one sixty eight period a Strengthened. Pretty slick how even there they slipped a double meaning in but when you Know what you’re speaking its a different wavelength as words are weapons and thoughts are things in this realm.
Remember this and you’ll do well because its all about reversing your conditioning which, by its very nature, is temporal and thus ephemeral as a fart in the wind in the grand scheme of things because you are unfinite awareness – without beginning or an end – that is currently lost in the whirlwind of the Third Dimension playing the Game of Souls on its hardest level where one can win the biggest win – freedom, in every sense – or go along with the rest and focus your optics on whatever carrot they said you should be chasing. Are you a donkey or a noble steed? Lets be real, speak to me because you knew the truth the moment these glyphs hit your awareness but that same conditioned voice from within won’t let most admit they’ve been tricked and pimped by a System that clipped their wings, back when. Its OK. Birds raised in cage think flying is a sickness because the BS they accept will brook no discussion which is why one must be willing to critically examine all they hold sacred as well as the mundane as well. Before you complain that sounds like a trek I want you to recollect that each that steps in does this as standard equipment. All of this immense voltage was then redirected in order to keep up the distraction you call being human as each year brings more conditioning and gets more uncomfortable, like the Princess and Pea but flipped as your real Self is hidden under so many mattresses of ignorance that most people have their nose pressed up agains the ceiling of deception and dare not look down as they fill days till they’re dead before getting mindwiped and slammed back in the flesh for another spin.
They say that prophecy is the last resort of a people thoroughly broken. A sort of hope for the hopeless and yet that aspect is also amusing when what is delivered contradicts what they expect so they go all the way to ten with attempts prevent the ascent of the inevitable. Like I said, fascinating. Some things you have to feelsee for your Self with no pre-warning in order to totally comprehend the whole effect. Much like watching a flick with no trailers or hints, just going off a recommend, blind luck or intuition. Don’t you think its strange how, if you strip the charade to its basics, you have a white light shining into the darkness and, from this, you subtract more and more elements to create every single motion pic, ever. Really ponder this and see what you think about the link with the whole black mirror to talk to angels thing from the original secret agent, back when.
Thats what I mean about life on autopilot. People see yet don’t comprehend, look but don’t observe. For example, if you too are from the days of VHS and big booty TV sets did you ever notice that little black and white rotating thing that blinked in the top right to let you know the adverts were coming? How about the fact that way back when the news had no sound effects and now it comes with a Soul stirring rendition of strings (last I checked, I don’t watch it as its bad for your health) in order to assist the manipulation of those who tune in for their regularly scheduled “programming”. Does what it says on the tin, yes? How many notice? That is the question. Actually, how many care because most are content just to skim the surface with the rest and not ask the big questions.
That is what I mean about life on autopilot. I previously spoke on the Dead Internet and those of us who logged in when it was all dial up, low tech can attest that from then to around Two Thousand and Ten (at a stretch) it still felt organic in the sense that you knew you were talking to real flesh and blood on the other end of the connection and people were still mostly authentic. Funnily enough that is when the giants of the current era and things like the “Like” button first kicked in and from then I get the feeling this military experiment in controlling public perceptions has been ramping up the psyops full tilt until we get to now, in the era of AI generated content, bot comments and all types of shenanigans that reveal the true intent of this trojan horse of tech. And yet, people are addicted.
You know you could, once upon a when, buy dope straight off the shelf and bang it into your system, without prescription? Just ask Freud. He did more Chas than Dave and it certainly explains a thing or ten about what he said back in the days. Did you know his nephew Edward Bernays literally wrote the book on manipulation that would go on to become the bible of propaganda and shifting perceptions in the masses via the use of marketing and such things upon which was built the rhyme and reason of why you walk into a supermarket and spend much more than you intended as well as why little kids that can’t read know what Mac Ds is, instantly. Really let that sink in because they get em quick and don’t relent when it comes to the manipulation as the men behind the curtain all sing from one hymn sheet that was handed to them via a light in the heavens, that shone in the darkness, from a constellation so critical. Ha, ha, ha! And I thought my jokes were bad…
Back on track if I said the real thing was the breakfast of champions could it be the best a man can get and if so you’d be well advised to check then don’t leave home without it. Some may profess to “Think different” and yet they accept that those who say “Have it your way” are actually offering them options when, in reality, both limbs are connected to something that sits in the mid and has its own intent in this three ring circus of the flesh. Is it the happiest place on Earth where you currently live? Or do you feel like you belong anywhere but here? Why? Because you’re worth it. Priceless, really which is why the girl said “Diamonds are forever” as she pointed to her best friend. You know the rest… Whats next? Why ask? Just do it. “What?” you may ask.
Live life on autopilot.
That previous chunk had eleven slogans embedded in to hammer home the point of the manipulation because you are, in effect, a living hostage that walks around encased in chains of ignorance yet never question why babies step in glowing and that Inner Sense soon dims only to be replaced with Adulteration. The best bit? They’ll reproduce and do it all again ergo there is literally one born every minute. Do you ever wonder what the hell, in the speculative and operative sense, is going on in this realm? I do. Quite often. Even when I lived on autopilot, back when.
Actually, that isn’t entirely true because I was attuned to quite a few things in the external realm that made no sense or made me question the narrative but from my own fears and dread I was totally disconnected. If you’d ask me what scared me I’d have said “Nothing” and then overcompensated to act like I meant it and yet, in private, my life was filled with coping mechs and various distractions with the intent of preventing me from scratching the itch of my suffering that was gently weeping in ignorance. This is why I owe my good friends the Slave/Masters a hearty thanks for what the did with the old drugs, sex magick and hypnosis as it bought me face to face with my pain as they shoved even more in after my brush with near death. Even that was destined, it seems, but what do you expect when the star of affec is gently caressed by the one who guides Souls from this realm. Its a celebration, bishes! A renewal. Make way, the Prince is coming…
Or, maybe because he didn’t thats why he’s still alive to tell the tale, yes?
I want you to consider a thought experiment:
Lets say some shadowy organization – you know, like the kind that spikes whole villages with random acid trips, just to see what happens – decides they want to tamper with your internet. From this moment onwards everyone you interact with via the web is actually a bot and or agent with a specific angle and intent designed to manipulate your perceptions. How would you tell? Its nigh on impossible, yes? Better yet how could you spot your new perceptions that had been engineered to perfection were not actually organic or originating from within? “I don’t know whats came over them” said a friend. Would that drop a hint? Skip back a bit to where I mentioned the advertising slogans and then sprinkle in a bit of the dead internet article as well and wrap firmly in tin in order to foil the operation. Or, you could look at the same portals from another lens like how I said every movie that has been and ever will is contained within the pure light that shines in the darkness. Read this article about this experiment:
And you’ll comprehend how there is a thin line between decoding the Matrix and spending your time in a padded cell with a depot injection in your rear end. Its also why I’ve said that 81% of the planet is so well adjusted to the psychosocial treadmill that anything less that full remote control of their perceptions sounds like death as they simply would not know what to do with themselves. Lets say the Slave/Masters jet off to Mars, as intended. They take the best with them and leave a bombed out and depleted shell (hence the currently planned destruction) as Atlas shrugs and the meek doth inherit the planet. What then? Without their guidance and manipulation how long do you think it would take before man starts to regress? One? Five? Ten generations?
When the world starts to look like this and nature presents its rebellion over the manicured gardens and concrete pavements what do you think happens when there is no more captain to the ship or farmer to deal with his cattle? The end of the covenant will certainly seem painful to those plugged in because when they pull the cord on your regularly scheduled programming there will be no choice but to awaken so why not start doing it now so you can comprehend the depth of the strength that hides behind your greatest weakness you’ll pretend doesn’t exist? Or is the allure of your zone of comfort to much to rail against? Maybe they’ll have to drop some hallucinogens in your daily bread that you paid for with your sweat using money that is nothing more or less than a pure figment of your imagination.
“The average man has neither time, inclination nor patience to think like you do. For them its all gobbledygook woo that says more about you being quite possibly insane than them being trapped inside a huge Game they’re playing using their Souls as credits. I mean, would you listen to that? I’ve just said it and it sounds absolutely preposterous”.
“In what way?”.
“All of it. Look, I’m not like them which is why I enjoy our random conversations as you always leave me with something to think about but, in general, its Self evident you aren’t marching to the same drum as the rest and the jury is still out on whether this is the way to madness or enlightenment. I’m just saying because its like you’re asking someone who with no flex to do the splits when they can’t even touch their toes without wincing. Its simply not going to happen and they’ll detest you for pointing this out to them because if it was as you say then everybody would be doing it. Get it?”.
“Exactly. Exactly this!” I said, getting excited. “See, you just tripped over the truth and can’t wait to dust yourself off and get back on with life on the reg without stopping to ponder the obstacle and its whole raison d’etre. The very fact thatevery single child steps into this realm less solid and more liquid in terms of their skeletal and the flesh wrapped around it stands as testament to what I said”.
“Here we go again, the fabled “Inner Sense” hypothesis”.
“Look, a baby is born radiant and overflowing. As they develop we see this excess pouring out of them in the energetic sense because you can’t quantify it but it most certainly is felt, yes?”.
“Yes. Look I don’t decry this part of your perspective. Matter of fact I think it draws attention to something that is very real and valid plus the name you picked is quite amusing but its where you take it. I mean, “We’re born with Inner Sense and then we take on the ways of thinking…”.
“Right, Thunking. So we take on these bricks of premade thought that tell us the way it is and whats acceptable and its reinforced by this sinister thing you posit exists called the System that extends immense webs of influence across everything from language to religion with the sole intent of ensuring that all people across the planet end up disconnected from their Inner Sense and accept a state called Adulteration where they dwell in a Mind Made Prison in their heads from now till death and thus never question why the glow of infinite, no wait, before you correct, unfinite awareness dims as they reproduce, do it again and trap another Soul into the flesh to become another brick in the wall of ignorance. The end. Well, not quite because even at death they don’t relent but give you swift mindwipe – thanks to their ignorance which you term not Knowing the Ledge – before you reincarnate again and that is why the whole “Tunnel of light with boundless affection waiting at the end” motif is so common. Did I miss anything?”.
“Nope, thats pretty much it but in a low resolution as I can provide details on the rest as you know well”.
“Just listen to your Self. Doesn’t that sound a bit insane? Like even a little bit? You sit there and calmly posit a world that isn’t what it seems but is actually a simulation that is built upon the presence of your awareness which, by the way, the flesh doesn’t generate but is who you truly are before, during and after the Game”.
“As proven by dreaming where we create worlds that seem viable until we gain a higher state of comprehension that reveals how ridiculous the premise was within which you were invested”.
“OK, I have to admit, that part I heard on FM as it makes way too much sense to just reject as I always wondered, back when, why on earth nature would think it makes sense to incapacitate cavemen for 8 hours at a stretch and leave them at the mercy of the elements and the predators that roam within. That and the data sets that prove our brains draw in immense amounts of energetics whilst we’re sleeping and so many other things. Out of all you’ve said that is the bit I liked the best because it scratches an itch that was housed in a location I’d never found by my Self but I still don’t buy in even though I’m willing to give the Kool Aid a sip just to see what happens”.
“These are the bars of the Mind Made Prison aka what you won’t allow your Self to think. This is why Thunk is so successful and why Adulteration is never questioned even though its quite evident that life on Earth is akin to a floating insane asylum that is filled with layers upon layers of conditioning, conflict and craziness where people are so nuts they’re ready to kill over concepts that neither side have reality tested as they come from a position of ignorance which projects their pain and suffering onto someone else because they are the only Soul in this realm“.
“Is it getting solipsistic in here, or is it just me?” he said, with a grin. “I know whats coming and this is the part that starts to say “None of this makes sense” because how the hell can I be the only one playing the Game?“.
“Its simple. You have never, ever interacted with anyone. Simply projections that you dress in aspects of your Self that then feed their resonance back in. The prime example is how I can introduce one Soul to ten people and they all draw wildly differing perspectives of him. If that guy was a stand alone and your view was totally objective then the perceptions would be identical. This is why we hate people who are just like ourselves as that causes a standing wave effect via its amplification. Its also why we often end up liking those we had initial conflict with in the end because a lot of their thinking is identical. Of course this doesn’t always happen because for some its on sight as this dupe of them makes them feel on edge that they may not be quite so unique and special”.
“OK, this I can argue against and pretty well” he said. “If you bring in a six foot fat man and I introduce ten friends some would say he is taller shorter, thinner or larger in comparison to them. Thats how we make sense of things ergo they aren’t projecting attributes on him at all, just seeing what is in front of them”. He leant back with a grin waiting for what comes next.
“Thats a great perspective. Quite simple but worth considering because you break it down to two components and make them external whereas I’m talking about what is within and how we make people feel with our presence that they then interact with. A perfect example is a man who Thunks his wife is cheating. This creates a filter of perception on his Reality Tunnel so every little thing that streams in is tinted with a “She is. I knew it!” and thus he manufactures proof as he lies to himself and, nine times out of ten, gives her the motivation to make his assumptions correct because she’ll run to confess to her work husband then one thing leads to the next and the man finds himself at the final destination he created via ignorance using the power of these principles and the true nature of consciousness”.
“Hmm. OK, I’ll admit thats a good one and the Reality Tunnel is another concept I dig because it makes a lot of sense as I’ve done a bit of meditation and such things so know how the mind can play tricks and that there are other levels of awareness we can switch but, to use the metaphor of a stretch again, this is akin to saying to one who can touch his toes that if you do the splits whilst standing on your head at three AM for ten consecutive nights with perfect balance for thirty three minutes you too can gain access to the secret truth of the universe that I’m obviously mainlining. The barriers to entry are ridiculous and most people simply cannot afford to invest in such things as they have a life, kids, bills and all types of obligations. Surely you can get this? Not all of us are international men of leisure with profoundly metaphysical leanings and a strong desire to leave the Matrix”.
“I do, thats why I outlined these concepts to show why the System needs to be rigged like this because idle time is dangerous as you get to look at the psychosocial treadmill and question “What is it powering?”. For me, if someone came up to me and said these things and then shared the method he used to come to these conclusions best believe I’d set my intent to start practicing on how to get into the splits. I don’t care how long it takes because the net benefit would be immense and even if nothing happened I’d still be in a better position than when I started. First I’d set aside a specific time to increase my leg flex and once I could get my JCVD on without a sweat I’d do the same for the hand stand then add in the rest of the components until I get to reality test the potential tunnel he mentioned for my Self so I could report back my findings”.
“Look, regular people simply do not think like this”.
“Thats because they Thunk, like I said. Thats the power of the Mind Made Prison and why its so hard to transcend. Get it? “Trance end?”. To realize you’re in a state of hypnosis from within its parameters is akin to lucid dreaming. For some its nigh on impossible as they know nothing else than being plugged in whereas for others its standard equipment since they stepped in and thus they don’t think its anything special and thus don’t mention it. Its why I said that only 8% of Souls in this realm are capable of truly comprehending the message I send and out of them fewer still will actually implement it due to the reasons you mentioned as the Game is rigged in ways both subtle and blatant. People are so used to coloring in between the lines that are socially sanctioned that they never stopped to question who etched the blueprint, to what intent and if it worked for those who came before them or if they were just varying degrees of miserable and filled with so many coping mechs designed to keep the facts of life in this realm hidden from them. This is a bitter truth that many would rather die than admit”.
“Then whats the point? Why bother? Why put all this effort in when its obvious the odds are stacked against? Reality is hard enough without having to deal with this mess you say is surrounding each Soul who incarnates into this realm and then is disconnected from the Prime in order to find themselves plugged in to earthbound concepts instead which are designed to bring conflict and division whilst encouraging participants to amuse themselves to death without questioning the paradigm of why life is like this as they keep looking outside of themselves for solutions that will never, ever manifest.
Lets say all you posit is entirely correct and we’ve all been tricked by this immense illusion thats called being human. So what? Whats next? Why would anyone care to know? If I’m watching a flick and someone says “Hey, its that guy from that thing” and starts jabbering on about how they did the special effects and whats coming next I’d think he’s a prick for breaking my immersion as all of that subtracts from the point of the distraction which is my own personal enjoyment”.
He did have a valid point. This I had to admit because that would be pretty irritating. Rather than waste a thousand words I borrowed his phone from him and showed him this pic from an old article:
He started laughing. “OK, all right. I’m with it. So you’re the dude that peered beyond the veil in this example and was disconnected then plugged back in and thus things can never be the same again and it becomes an imperative to reality test with the rest, correct?”.
I nodded my head.
“Thing is they don’t give one single solitary F about the weird alien space sex that can only happen when you’re plugged in and distracted. Why would they? They’re too busy having fun at a party and socializing and your frame of reference – or Reality Tunnel – is totally different to what they accept as common sense and thus not worth examining”.
“Exactly, exactly this. Its like Plato said about the Cave, Shakespeare with his Stage and Vedic Maya – Reality is an illusion. Its why the Matrix was a hit even though its concept had immense depth as we, collective and individual, were at a tipping point in consciousness where people could’ve seen the Game for what it is but the flick defused the potential for gnosis it was framed as “entertainment” instead so they went straight back to business after ninety minutes of myth making and reality explaining that shared truth as fiction. Stop and think how after that we had Nine Eleven and a non stop barrage of trauma programming and the rest before the net kicked in and eradicated most types of true human connection in lieu of a counterfeit that actually brings isolation instead. Adulteration in another form and just as seductive whilst being totally invisible for those in the grip of it as they keep digging the Reality Tunnel proscribed without question of where it heads”.
“Hmm, back to the fractal again, I see. OK, look I get it. I really do and the bits I don’t I’m willing to consider”.
“Thats all I’m asking”.
“I know but the rest, as you, your Self said, are simply incapable of decoding this wavelength as its way beyond their ken. Neither do they think that learning to do the splits then a handstand at three AM would unplug them so it might as well be impossible”.
“Its why I’ve said people are locked in a cell that is guarded by illusions and the saddest thing is the key was always around their necks but they dare not look at it as its hung on a thread made of fear and dread that is covered by a shirt made of the best coping mechs. I can say this and be certain as mine was like this and the way they mess up the collective and individual follows the same type of trauma programming and it started when you were a kid as you wanted to be like your parents without comprehending they were already broken and Adulterated. Stop and think, how many children shook their heads and said “When I grow up I’ll never be like them” and yet, they did. Thats the fractal of consciousness folding in upon itself when it could rise instead because, from start till end, its all in your head which is where your fragmented awareness currently dwells but most certainly isn’t where its created as its divine point of origin is a higher realm than can only be accessed when one is Centered in Self and willing to unwrap the gift of the present moment”.
“OK, switching it up a bit. Why would the Slave/Masters, as you call them, hide this from the rest?”.
“Why do people do anything in this realm? Power, influence and prestige. That and the appeal of secrets as they lead those they guide on a merry chase which ends straight back where it begins as they sit with a “Aha!” and some finger waving. They’re part of the set dressing and I’ve recently gained a fresh perspective on them which makes me see their role as different but, in a nutshell, I don’t think those at the helm have the collectives best interest in their chests as who would protest if I said those with influence in this realm give not one single, solitary F about anyone but themselves?”.
“Thats true, they have no empathy and are loyal only to their own cause above all else and yet people keep voting for them with countless broken promises and the rest”.
“Exactly, its a like a dysfunctional relationship. Global Stockholm Syndrome in full effect and this, once again, leads us back to being prisoners of ignorance that sit in the Mind Made Prison staring at TV sets and their programming in a state of hypnosis digging Reality Tunnels which tell us how to decorate the cell best and then you’ll find happiness and for those who seek more there is the promise of an after hours event in which you will be a honored guest but, for now, just put that work in and keep running the psychosocial treadmill as you attempt to keep up with whoever they said is a shining beacon and example of fulfillment on the surface level. All of this within the frame of a Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits and doing so from a position of ignorance as we project everyone else in this realm without ever comprehending they are mere figments of our imagination, expressed via a fractal, and that state is so powerful it houses this entire dimension and the rest as well in each and every instant. Can you see whats at stake and why its vital to Know the Ledge? That is my whole perspective at this moment from my current level of ignorance and thus its a work in a progress that is being constantly refined as I reality test and increase my resolution of perceptions beyond and within this realm“.
He got up and started flexing. I asked what he was doing and he said:
“So, what was that again? Do the splits whilst standing on your head at three AM for ten nights at a stretch and you’ll get to Know the Ledge by hearing the Psylense which underpins all of this for you and it are one, identical in essence but different in voltage all of which is obscured by what you currently think, I mean Thunk, about your (false) self which is akin to having an imposter at the helm of your awareness that pretends to be thee via the voice in your head that directs your actions and relies on the fact most can’t tell the difference and thus move around like meat puppets on invisible strings that are threaded throughout their subconscious in order to exert a malicious influence designed to keep them plugged in to this imperfect creation” with a grin, before adding. “I think I’ve sipped the drink a bit and drained it all without realizing because what you’ve just said does make a lot of sense as it fills in bits and pieces I’d never gave due consideration till they were bought to my attention via a cogent narrative and now that splinter in my mind is itching and I simply have to Know the Ledge, as you said, because even if nothing happens the something that shifts from this extra flex and Self discipline can only increase my health and embodiment thus the wavelength I’m capable of decoding as well so either way we win – as both individuals and collective – as there is only me in this realm, playing a Game against myself, that I constantly mistake for other beings when, in reality, you are another me, together we and grasping this is the key to becoming totally free and very happy as its the secret point of conflict and this entire conversation is me talking to another aspect of my Self. Sound about correct?”.
“I knew you’d get it. Welcome to the 8% who are ready, willing and capable of resurrecting the Warrior within and thus rise to a higher state of being that feels familiar in its newness as its what are all seeking, any place but within”.
“Inner Sense”.
“Exactly this, my friend. Update me with your findings once you Know the Ledge and all the best as you progress along the Path of Power that you create with each step because if you change what controls you in this realm what you can influence other shifts as well hence it all plays out inside your awareness which means we’re back to where we started with this being a huge Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits to wear the flesh of illusion as we stroll around the land of confusion in a dimension of duality defined by limits when you, the real you, is far more powerful and truly unfinite. By the way you don’t need to leap to the standing on your head bit, or do it at all, really, beyond a laugh and spurious example of cultivation in conversation. Start off with this:
Its an energetic practice called Spirit Calming and it does what it says on the tin plus proves a lot of what I said about the true nature of the consciousness and how it interfaces with the flesh and can be tuned and manipulated thanks to the body electric and its hidden strengths”.
“Let the Game begin!” he said, with a grin as he set off on his heroes quest to gain Knowledge of Self and all that this brings with its increased resolution via living higher states of awareness. And for you, dear reader, listening, take this as an invitation to reality test what I’m saying as Path of Power is waiting and your next actions will tell whether you are one of the 81% that wish to remain plugged in, Thunking, from a position of ignorance or one of the 11 that know fine well what is possible but don’t want the others comprehending the shadows depth of this realm in case they heart for the exit at the end of their spin instead of getting recycled or are you an 8%er, in full effect, that had already been searching within and looking for a coherent narrative or frame of reference from which you could freely examine the true nature of consciousness and what it means to be wearing flesh and walking around a planet in this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits?
Like I said, the scope and potential is absolutely amazing as well as the implications of a full scale awakening which is inevitable, in a sense, as we are currently in a period of transition from one stage to the next where humans will be augmented by silicon to create Techno Sapiens instead but I’m here to say we can be something far more capable and natural that decodes a much greater wavelength and it doesn’t ask for you to place Siri in your iris as you bite from the apple, again and become an android of the flesh. Just glance within. Walk on the Path of Power as instructed. See what happens when you notice the shift from Adulteration to Inner Sense with its familiar newness as we, individual and collective, map higher states of awareness via the principle of Incremental Betterment that creates a better realm for our children to inherit as we pave the way to our own liberation as well.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger then this is the message.
Whilst loads of pretty much everything is up for negotiation of one thing you can be certain:
We are living in pretty strange times.
In many ways giving tech to humans is the same as handing a chimp an AK Forty Seven. What could go wrong? Well, one of the things I’m wondering is will the plastic surgery generation hate their kids? I mean, really ponder this. You’ve went to all kinds of lengths to edit your visage in order to remix your genetics from the recombination promised into something that looks like you with a real life filter on top of it. Well done, get your likes, chase your bliss and all the other platitudes that are so common at the moment.
What happens when you land the fish you seek (because most surgeries are for attention and the end result of this is better sex choices, yes?) and do the deed to bring the next gen in? Isn’t that fraudulent advertising? How would you feel if you went to buy a piece of fine Italian engineering only to discover, eventually, it was a Toyota with bits added? Would you feel gypped? Taken advantage of and manipulated or couldn’t you care less as you used it to stunt online and got the attention you wanted by living beyond your depth?
I recently decided to look into this on a whim and what I found was quite surprising as I’m generally disconnected from the web and its social influence. That and I simply don’t run in the type of circles that pay attention to their regularly scheduled programming and who it tells them to keep up with. As usual its females leading the trends with, you guessed, it breasts and rear ends topping the bill for augmentation. Something I find strange, that hints at a deeper sickness that infects the minds of the collective, is the whole race shifting thing. You have those that are naturally gifted melanin who pour bleach on themselves to create amazing approximations of their face at a funeral whilst those who have less are investing in tans via injection as well as the perennial big lips that, once upon a when, were seen with distaste as basic remnants. Don’t you find that a bit weird? I do.
Its like everyone wants to anyone but themselves which is quite strange because it signals an immense lack of Self acceptance that is becoming increasingly common. I could push the pen and veer into another lane instead which presents a whole different can of worms to be opening but we’ll give that mess a miss and stick to the basics instead.
What the hell is going on in peoples minds in this crazy times which is doing a number on their heads? And whats the deal with them fake teeth which are so big that Druids could use them as a place of worship?
Back in the Eighties white women, especially, were obsessed with reducing the size of their rear end and now their descendants are waddling round with a couple of pounds of silicone slapped in as thats the in thing. Growing up, back when, I noticed some strange cosmetics on the shelf of relatives that I previously mentioned because skin bleaching was a thing way before moonwalking. Actually, MJ was, in many ways, the poster child for this because the plastic surgery that was once the reserve of celebs is now available to the plebs and everyone wants in. Ironic how that for which they crucified him is now normal which shows how the tides of time do shift.
Lets imagine a woman of dark skin razes most of the pigment from her dish, gives her nose a slim and straightens her hair as well. What happens next when her daughter is born filled with pigment with a nappy head reflecting back the genetic potential she attempted to erase from existence? Its these type of consequences and sides effects (like filler migration or butt pads exploding) that are rarely mentioned that are of interest to one who wishes to guess whatever could be going on inside the heads of those who attempt to remix their genome using the latest tech which is now directly pitched at modern men (and women) as the neatest thing.
They say the presence of filters caused an upsurge in this as people wanted to emulate this altered image without paying any heed to lens distortion and countless other things in their quest of emulated perfection. The most amusing thing was way before this, when selfies did first click, was that a lot of people were horrified by their non flipped image. He said:
“Look, look. Can you see it? My entire face leans to the left and my nose is crooked. What the hell, man? I look like a mess. This most certainly won’t do. I have to fix it”.
Not long after this statement said person invested in a TrueMirror which promised to show him how he seemed to the world without the flip and it really was mindblowing. For me it was the fact that every single Soul in this realm had been conditioned to accept something that was backwards, without question, and when they came face to face with something in sync with natural they rebelled against it. The implications of this were so immense that it amazed me how few people comprehended what I said when we spoke on the topic as all they knew was they hated it and wanted to change it quick. That, my friend, is the Dual Reality Principle in full effect and should you comprehend the depth of the message then life really starts to make more sense. Getting back to the surgeons:
Men are voluntarily breaking their legs in order to gain a few inches after months of painful traction in the hopes of raising attraction. After this they’re left with delicate extensions that promise a whole raft of problems as they age and no more shooting the J. Not only this but the body is built on harmonics and resonance which means that the rest will be imbalanced creating a bit of the old T Rex effect. Not that that matters because if Six Five or death when it comes to getting attention from the women. Once again, what happens to the kids of such people that place, in their dish, the truth of their frauded genetics? Penis surgery is also a thing. I mean, why not, if you can extend one thing then why not do the same where most men feel uncertain and its a MOG eat MOG world, isn’t it? The small print of this says “Warning, the surgery may not be effective and could lead to a loss of sensation or prevent erections” which is absolutely insane when you think of it. Imagine if someone said that you could sling dick like you came from Shetland but you yourself wouldn’t feel a thing? What is the difference between that and walking around with a dildo between your legs?
Not to mention they often pair this with some TRT as well which is quite interesting as hormone levels and thus fertility have been steadily tanking thanks to the endotoxin filth that saturates this realm. Its why I’ve said this is eugenics with a flip because we’re going to see an immense population reduction via these type of things that have quickly become the new standard of expectation for those raised directly by screens and very little direct experience of reality. I can only imagine how tiring it must be to feel the need to be “on” Twenty Four/Seven. Even back when celebs had an off season where they’d gain a few pounds and chill as literally no one walked around fully ripped as it just wasn’t sustainable. And yet now people are hopped up on DNP, Ozempic and other research chemicals to stay thin. So much for all the body positive and anti fat shaming, eh? Thats just another layer to the deception because I found it interesting that when an a traditionally overweight artist slims their chunky fanbase tends to turn on them as they drown their tears in cream cakes and angry Instagram comments about “This bish”.
There is a vast and deep psychosis that is obviously being manifested on the planet. Look, I’m not against Self improvement. On the contrary I think everyone should strive to excel by pushing against the limits they accept but back when I used to push these pills that were a secret blend of herbs and spices that could make any fatty thin, real quick. Since then they’ve steadily banned most of the active ingredients I recommended but they sold hand over fist and I could charge anything I wanted as they did what they said on the tin and made you slim. What interested me was this:
Nearly nobody who used them actually kept the weight off and made it stick. Nine out of ten went all in and then, six months later, they were back to their original with interest. It offered me an immense insight into what was happening and the phenomenon of comfort eating as a way to mask symptoms of psychological unrest. This was also mirrored a few decades later when I investigated why so few people ever had simply one surgical correction. It never happened. They may have lamented their ears which stick out of their head like an unruly satellite dish all their lives and the minute they get them fixed they felt super amazing and confident. Till you see them next and their lips look different before getting a brow lift and a few more remixes which signaled to me that what they were evading from within – via the surgical equivalent of Whack a Mole augmentation – was a lack of Self acceptance. “What could be doing this?” I wondered and started various experiments and, what do you know, it all traced back to thoughts in their head along with wishful thinking that says:
“If I do X then Y will happen and I’ll get the Z I always wanted”.
Know who else cogitates like this? Schizophrenics. This is the level of delusion we are facing as a collective with its swift normalization. Another interesting thing which many people miss is that you can fake the funk and pretend you were born with it but, deep down within, you’re missing all of the feedback and validation that came as standard to those who stepped in looking like they did and is hard coded in their OS which, in turn, influences their actions, decisions and presence. In many ways the weight of the insecurity that fuels such things for people who go under the scalpel is rarely addressed and thus they pretend they’re actually living their lyrics when, secretly, within they are still the same old mess thats looking for solutions (and validation) to their chronic inability to unconditionally accept themselves. This they’ll never admit which is why they’ll go under the knife again or manifest another problem that makes them uncomfortable. Mental. It literally is. Welcome to the floating insane asylum…
One prediction I’ll make on related tangent is this:
Within the next three decades you will see a sharp uptick in suicide rates on those who have been on long term anti depressives. Scientists will scratch their heads and say “They are baffled as to what is causing it” before a new product sweeps in with a whole load of side effects and people breathe sighs of relief as they start popping new pills. Its not new. What you’ll be getting is rebranded antipsychotics so what they once pumped into schizos will become the new standard. Actually, this is a really deep topic as it speaks volumes about whats truly happening on the planet because none of these companies and entities that create these false realities are your friends as they exist solely for profits and thus need to feed the problems so they can peddle solutions that ensure the tills ring.
Have you ever pulled out a T shirt from the Nineties and checked it? I did. Imagine my surprise when an old Large was a current Extra Medium. Then it clicked as I saw an Eighties whip trundling around the road with its modern name brand equivalent near it. It seemed tiny compared to the new one which was immense. Pickups are especially prone to this because everything has got bigger and bigger to hide the fact that waists are ballooning. Its actually quite cartoonish when you see how stealthily they’ve done this as old furniture compared to new highlights the difference so its quite a slick trick. Know what hasn’t increased at the same pace? Your wages. Or, to be more accurate, what you get for what you spend. Thats how you know you’re getting pimped because if they can keep you stuck on stupid, dwelling on the surface and hung up on appearances it means no one gives an F about whats happening at the depths and this leaves them ripe for manipulation.
Just imagine the next generation where the kids want their iPad directly implanted in their head and it clicks why Siri is actually iris when flipped as they always intended her to be the apple of your eye. So slick.
Exit: Humans. Enter: Techno Sapiens aka the new playas in this realm that is built upon deception and ignorance in order to ensure mass compliance via manipulation.
If I told you life was strange you’d only be getting half of the pic because its a Game of three halves, my friend. Not to mention the fact that being original is seen as a sin because in the race to generic duplication the first thing they kill is authentic resonance and the genuine expression it begets. Monkey see, monkey do in full effect aka clockwork orangutans entirely unaware of true sketch or intent of the artist as well as their innate potential and gifts that they were taught to ignore and never nourish in favor of running the treadmill as they beg for the one thing that simply cannot be granted by external agents:
Have you ever wondered why you lie in bed at Two AM with a series of repetitive thoughts going around in your head that seem to have the intent of doing nothing less that increasing your stress whilst lowering your vibration? Better yet, have you ever pondered why if it is, indeed, your head why are you at the mercy of it and entirely lacking a frame of reference that allows you to control, reject or mute these interlopers?
You are being fed up by a predator of consciousness.
Don’t feel bad, the entire planet is and that is why life on Earth is such a mess because most people don’t click that voice in their head that pretends to be them is actually their Opponent. Its a really, really slick trick and for all Warriors in training (who have declared war on their (false) self) they welcome the jingle of the chains this psychological pimp presents as it reps a chance for them to best it in the dominance of intent because energy flows wherever it goes ergo you can direct these frequencies or be swept along by them.
Just stop and think about all the times you’ve stressed this year about something that turned out to be irrelevant and was then swiftly superseded by something else. Better yet pick any time you wish and you’ll notice the same Pattern which plays out a little something like this:
(That voice in your head that most people Thunk is them) “Hey, remember what they said and how you responded back when? That was so stupid. They must think you’re an idiot. No wonder your life is a such a mess”.
That is a simple invitation. A suggestion. A call to adventure and yet most take the bait and start shrinking within or yelling to pretend it isn’t happening. But it is. We are at war with our (false) selves. That is the Game, in a nutshell. The ones who comprehend the nature of this death grip, real well, use it to exploit the rest by manipulating their subconscious and yet they are, amusingly, ignorant of the fact that the one who perpetuates this on the rest is actually just offering a tailored version for them with some DLC thrown in. They might click after death when the piper demands to be paid for the tune he was calling in the flesh but I doubt it because this state of affairs can be most addictive. For the 81% who are hopelessly plugged in to the psychosocial Matrix they can’t imagine being without the voice in their head because they Thunk they’re it and thus will defend, to the last breath, whatever it tells them is correct.
Would you like to kill it dead? Next time it happens realize that you aren’t that which is talking but the one who is listening and reacting. That state is what I call the Witness and it is a universal constant, in and beyond this realm, as attested by the continuation of Self when awake or dreaming. In many ways this process is a huge hint about the art of reality creation because those who have learned to become lucid as they rest have said that the sensations themselves appear realer than real. Only 8% of the populace are capable (or have the intent) of becoming awake whilst living ergo the rest are sleepwalking and convinced they can see well. And yet, how many of them can control that voice in their head that prompts them to say and do things they regret before over compensating as well as laying down a verbal beatdown as I detailed in the example.
The news that humans are not at the apex is something that a lot of people reject but a small percent comprehend as it makes the rest make perfect sense.
“Ah, yes. So that is why the world is a cesspool of conflict where everyone is convinced they’re correct and why rivers of blood run red when one checks the historical record for how its been since we started writing”.
Interesting, isn’t it? Its like having a self driving car with faulty programming that, in collusion with other vehicles, engineers accidents that are plausibly ambiguous in order to create never ending conflict and steadily increasing insurance premiums by what was, ostensibly, invented for convenience. The fix is in. Those at the top are in on it and know how to play the strings on this harp from hell as they watch the populace get their pips squeezed from the moment they step in until they take their last breath and are mindwiped before being slammed back in the flesh again for another spin. Ah, its a perfect scam. Really it is. You have to hand it to the Opponent and his agents because they generally pick those with the best spiritual potential who, if left to their own development, would spot the ruse and do something about it. Instead they are seduced and perverted by the allure of hoodwinking that is offered in confidence so they can claim to know a secret of which the rest are ignorant. Round and round, round they go. From one life to the next, like puppets on a string that pledge some quite strange things in ways they don’t fully comprehend are binding them to the illusion of this dimensional dead end that profits from suffering, sells wisdom as ignorance and is generally quite devilish, my friends.
Of course, to see this one has to be willing to question their entire lives investment in the narrative that has them Thunking:
“I am son/daughter of NAME and this is my CLAIM plus these very things make me SPECIAL and AMAZING so please feed me some ATTENTION and tell me I’m great. By the way, there are certain things SACROSANCT that I refuse to examine as they form the foundations of my life and if you dare challenge them I will kill you, stone dead. The end“.
That, rendered explicit, is the tacit covenant most people have made with the Opponent who spins his web inside the heads of billions of adherents. In that respect I can’t really blame the Slave/Masters for the hand they’re dealt and how they play to win against a stacked deck because the exact same script above is retailored to them, even though its off the peg and just another layer of deception in a Game as old as the empire itself.
You are being fed up by a predator of consciousness. One who chose his hiding place real well because if you incarnated into a realm where a dude dressed in red with a pitchfork prodded your rear end as it smelt of fire and brimstone that left you sweating and in stress via near constant punishment you’d not only think twice about dragging another Soul in by using whats between your legs you would also do whatever is needed to get the hell out of this predicament. What if, instead, the architect of such a place decided to mimic the external form of a place that exists to bring pleasure and grins to those draped in flesh but, beneath the surface, kept the same old suffering? Wouldn’t that be something? What if you became addicted to this space and the causal links you created with kith and kin as well as those upon whom you swear vengeance along with a whole host of desires and the rest that kept you pinned to the wheel of incarnation from one life to the next?
Now, for most people this train of thought will never, ever leave the station of their consciousness because the voice in their head they Thunk is them will not permit you to entertain said topic. They’d have already clicked off, long ago, and hopped onto the latest distraction as they amuse themselves to death with things that are truly irrelevant in the end because only Self Knowledge can reverse the programming and take you back to Inner Sense which is what you stepped in with hence the whole “Weigh your heart against a feather and see if its lacking or in balance” tip that was redressed as “Be as innocent as a child” because there is but one way in and thus one exit from this realm. Can you guess where it is?
Within. Here. Now. The present moment. A gift that most live and die without ever unwrapping and its this connection the predator of consciousness doth covet ergo the entire world it built in its twisted image is designed to ensure you miss it as it keeps trying to encroach on things way above its wavelength. Think of it like this:
Imagine your spinal column was a lift and you could shift your consciousness by riding up and down it at will. If you wanted to get things done, be present in the moment and aggressive you’d slide down to the base and get it cracking. If you seek pure intellect you’d rise to the head and the chest reps a point of balance which, in and of itself, is the key out of this realm. These are the Three Kingdoms. Holographic aspects of Self that await activation via intent and they bring a totally different type of gnosis when it comes to the Game. What if you were not only prevented access to this thing but literally kicked out of the building that houses it? In that case you could, quite literally, claim to be beside yourself, yes? Lets pretend that these steps that once went up and down the spinal as they adjusted the voltage to regulate your consciousness now, instead, spin around just above your head. In that case you could be in one position and say something then shift to another and have a totally different vibration but, in the end, all of them are mental and you don’t control it at will but instead are moved like a puppet on a string.
That is how the predator of consciousness does it. At least, according to my current level of reverse engineering the process and experimentation that leads to backfeeds from those Warriors in training that create the Path by walking.
You can test this for your Self because the next time you catch the pimp in his tricks try and zero in on where you are most present in alignment. Now, for most people this is nigh on impossible as they have the sensitivity of a hand inside a welders mitt that is then hopped up on an analgesic and thats all part of the script because it takes a hell of a load of tricks to manipulate so many humans in the land of confusion but the flip is quite obvious because if you ask a child, around three or four, who they are they nearly always proclaim “Me!” with a grin as they intuitively bring a hand to their chest. This is the state I call Inner Sense and its what left once you were fitted with the second skin of Adulteration which makes most people totally miserable but they dare not admit it as that means they’d have to click they are little more than living hostages busy looting their own temple at the behest of a voice in their head that feeds on their discomfort.
Lets say you persist in this felt sense of zeroing you’ll start to click that there may be a point in spacetime where you operate from in times of happiness and then you map another resonance when you’re feeling depressed. Congratulations, you are finally doing the Knowledge that makes life become very interesting because you can then choose to shift your energetics with no substances needed. By the way, this is the main draw of drugs, drink and sex as they all present an easing of tension and a more natural form of embodiment. And yet this all pales to when one is Centered in Self because its truly like being born again only to realize you’re actually immortal and death was the greatest trick they hung over your head and from its dread they extract the other wavelengths. Thats a deeper topic and, really, this overview is quite simple as its a very complex topic that can, paradoxically, be innerstood by a kid. I guess thats why I’ve said we’re inside a fractal.
Before continuing take your time to ponder this and draw your own conclusions before proceeding with my sketch as the imagination is the greatest gift in this realm and that is why you were divided from it, back when, as you sat in the camp of concentration where you were sent to study your lessens. That is intentional. The greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. Remember this and realize the rule that follows it says “For best results ensure they don’t comprehend this” and the next states “Keep them looking out, never within for if they glimpse the truth all our plans shall unravel in the time it takes them to blink”. I guess you could say the Emperor is undressed when one comprehends the depth of the deception you call “being human”. Back on topic:
The world is a side effect because the cause of this realm is beyond this dimension. Imagine there was a sphere and we glanced within to find a slice that was paper thin upon which lived their equivalents of people with ways of thinking, social order and the rest. If we glimpsed at their world we’d notice some interesting concepts that said:
“There is a place where the old and dead are young and alive again and its ways are beyond your comprehension because words cannot F with the ineffable”.
From our vantage we can tell that he isn’t lying as each of these slices is a place in time and, much like a flickbook turned on its side, each page represents a generation so those who die live on within the grip of the temporal dimension they fear within the sphere they’ll never see whilst plugged in to the concepts that were drilled into their head like:
“If you get too close to the edge you’ll fall off the end” as well as the constant argument of what it truly means to be spherical. Others care not for this and simply wish to get around as much as they can in their spin before they get frayed at the edge and time bypasses them in the narrative. In that land it would be Self evident that the world is a side effect of something else that not only planted a tree but then trimmed, pressed, shaped and printed an event that then housed within a special type of sentience that is almost totally oblivious of the work that went in to create this spectacle which augments their vision via its presence that uses incrementally increasing limits to create a sequence of strange events that overload the senses via the medium of the message which says:
“I am living in and of Flatland. The end”.
Many will never, ever diverge from this script because there is plenty ink to sling upon those just stepping in so they forget they aren’t the page or what it displays but that which makes it all possible. The Witness. That which is constant when you are asleep and dreaming to up and walking. From one life to the next. Without beginning and without end but that doesn’t mean you can’t fool it, real well, via inducing a sense of limitation and lack of Knowledge. Obviously that would never happen to us humans, we’re far too clever and these dumb Flatlanders are stupid as this is but another one of my thought imperiments to get things churning within the collective unconscious to see if we can shift our awareness to another level of perception in this Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits.
Maybe this explains why all those on the same page feel a certain sense of unity mixed with a yearning to be free as they recollect, quietly and privately, how it felt to be a tree before it was felled then ripped to shreds and recompressed before being shaped and presented with a specific narrative and intent. To those living in Flatland the bookbinder would be a god, yes? To us he would just be another man with a vivid imagination that brings creations to the fore (Haw! Haw!) by trapping them within what he built. What is his intent? Who knows? Maybe if he proclaimed he was angry and jealous with a huge chip on his shoulder (you know, like most of the mods on Reddit) that used his creations as a source of attention because, in real life, he was self obsessed and miserable that no one acknowledged his greatness and thus he demanded near constant adulation as well as all of their awareness which he used to sustain him via his creation.
Wouldn’t that be something? You could say that those within this realm who Know the Ledge could rightfully claim it was a living hell whereas those who did as he said would be certain its some type of heaven as he furnishes his attention on them and makes sure they’re placed correct with a nice keen edge above the rest, in prime positions of investment. They would profit, real well, from the engineered jostling of the rest. Some would know and be in on it but like the idea of reigning in hell as its such a power trip. Others couldn’t care less and simply want in to the life of promise, maybe like a Two D celeb or something. You know, one that projects a totally false image that is actually a delusion within an illusion and thus twice as enticing for those who wish to be anyone but themselves as all they know is limits via a life that is filled to the gills with a background layer of suffering and tension that is so subtle yet intense they scrub it from the record in their head and carry on, as intended.
Obviously we, as real humans, are too smart to fall for such types of shenanigans and maneuvering that they’d foist on the plebs who are seen as nothing less than beasts of burden, mere cattle that are farmed for their presence and all they can get whilst being used to extend the narrative, from one page to the next, as that is how the designer intends it for it is his creation. He chopped the tree then formed and pressed the abundant essence which was then dipped in the waters of forgetfulness that have a chlorinated stench with just a sprinkle of sulphur as well before the real work begins.
Can you imagine the buzz? The trip of creating a thing like this? I really don’t think I could be mad at anyone for enjoying this, on whatever level of accomplishment, because its really quite a trip but, like the best optical illusions, the cover provides a hint at a deeper meaning for those seeking a higher state of consciousness. Artists know it well because it matters not if you bust a nut via friction or via your imagination as the former is but a side effect of the latter which is actually the Prime cause of all events hence the power of pretend (aka “Pre ten dimensions” compressed via a spell) and, once again, why you were divorced from it, real quick, at your nearest camp of concentration which is the mind control wing of the System that currently holds you in its grip. Back to Flatland:
The creator looks at what he made and smiles. “This is the one that will bring the validation I’m craving. With this they will proclaim “It is his Magnum Opus” but I shall keep on dazzling them with new and improved sharings as I reap the recognition of my skills in putting together such an amazing performance from the most basic elements which I then thread into a coherent narrative with many parts that are as disconnected as they’re linked, being of one essence. I am the true cause. The all of everything. Bow in my presence as you acknowledge my greatness”.
And yet, for us, this dude too is simply a page. A part of larger creation as he didn’t make the tree, the flesh or the dimension they’re within as they are in a book that was penned by one bigger than him. In that case would he be the real god or a false devil? Depends on perspective or Self Knowledge, yes? For one that came from his imagination then lived and died on the page of his definition would say:
“He is beneficial and via his blessings I came to see the way in these days which made me believe in a realm I cannot imagine nor comprehend where an aspect sits thats wishes me its best and one day I’m certain I shall meet him”.
Others may intuit that the entire performance is built on limits, much like our own wavelength in the EM spectrum, and thus has huge chunks of wisdom missing as there is plenty that doesn’t fit the script they try so hard to program into them as the way it is. Among them there may even be a sect of mystics and madmen that are either a bit frayed at the edge or have had a piece torn out of them and thus see from a greater lens for:
“I am not and yet it seems I still perceive. Whatever could this mean?” says one of our sentient Flatlanders who has a hole on page Eighty Six, right where he would sit. From this vantage he sees into the future and past as well, as an immortal, but because these topics and perspectives are occulted from them he has no prefilled frame of reference within which to sketch his perceptions. If he mentions this to the rest, about the ghostly phantoms that present and beam signals into his awareness as well as the sense of presence that something malevolent is chasing them he’ll be swiftly sectioned and medicated to within and inch of his consciousness so his way of thinking doesn’t infect the rest that are perfectly well adjusted to the place they now dwell within the pages of creation.
Sometimes, now and then, there may step a Soul into said realm that comprehends the shadows depth and how its used to obscure the light of pure sentience which is caught up in the binds of the atoms that, as they do best, make up everything. They’d forge a different perspective, one that was radically honest and quite different to what had came before them as it supersedes not only the creation they find themselves within but also the creator himself who is not the Prime, in reality, but simply a guy who used a repurposed tree. Its a kind of magic, I tell thee!
Others would seek such peeps or create the wounds needed by pure intent or happenstance in order to peer beyond the edge as they begin to comprehend the nature of the medium and the message which, for us, is a trifle to reverse engineer as we know all about photosynthesis, the printing press and the creative imperative present in all men that wish to manifest the world within, outside, to share with their rest their own private vision.
“I am one with the all of everything. The Prime, pre-existing point of origin and me are linked by awareness for it is this and I am that, in and beyond the flesh“.
Only then can we claim to comprehend what it means to turn a page in the book of life to a new resonance which is far more accurate as we begin to comprehend this world is a mere side effect and the cause is nothing more and nothing less than what we call imagination. Just stop and pretend:
I, magi, nation.
Does what it says on the tin, yes? A people filled with the power of creation and using it to limit themselves in a Game of Hide & Seek in which the are not only the seeker and seeking but what is sought as well as the entire process which means they’re the seed, the earth, the tree and printing press as well as the man at the desk, writing, as he shapes his creation in his image along with those who dwell within and the one who picks its off the shelf and even you, now, reading this text via the power of the web that spreads its strands, invisible, to influence this realm with the combined intent of various minds trapped within the prism of flesh that splits their awareness before stitching it together again in a narrative that is filtered through a laundry list of things you expect and accept as possible.
This is Adulteration.
Contrast this to the Inner Sense you possessed when you stepped in before a world was poured into your head and tell me if you can feelsee the steps to tread upon the Path of Power within your chest from where I’ve just sent this text using two thousand words to mangle and misrepresent what is totally ineffable and privately intense in an attempt to convey a wavelength and psychospiritual location that you too could align within. If you do report back with your observations and findings as we map places that don’t exist on sketches that aren’t sanctioned and yet are more real than this entire realm which makes sense, if you stop to think, as all this plays outside inside your awareness.
Have you noticed an interesting thing? People are no longer getting married or “settling” as they called it because keeping up with who they said and the phenomenon of swiping has them programmed to think “I can do better than this” and so they swing from one branch to the next until the wall hits them and its the familiar lament of “Where have all the good men gone?”. The males who can get it in are drowning in trim thanks to the rotation effect which, naturally, appeals to a womans competitive spirit because everything they do from hair to dress, makeup and the rest is all about showing some other bish that she ain’t it ergo if you can use whats between your legs to persuade him to put a ring on it then it signals to the rest that your snapper does its thing and should have a cape sticking out of it.
The rest of the men are called Incels and they sit around lamenting with others like them as they fester in a steady stew of hatred and lets not forget all of the alternate lifestyles as well that are encouraged as the new standard. Do you know what all of this spells?
Depopulation till Twenty One Hundred.
Take this article, print it out, stick it to your fridge and tell your grandkids kids to look back at it because their mindset will be very, very different. By then the world itself would have shifted so much that we will seem like cavemen and reproduction will probably be handled in a lab with a whole load of gene editing from the best specimens as the combination of hypergamy mixed with weaponized loneliness and very insidious programming sprinkled with a heady mix of xenoestrogens and endocrine disruption will cause the 8 billi or so walking around at the moment to leap off a cliff as the human race is culled in ways no war or conflict could ever imagine. Do you ever wonder about the intent of intelligence at the helm of this realm? I do. Quite often. There is, however, a plus side to all of this:
The next stage of the Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits will seem very idyllic compared to the living hell we’ve been though as individuals and collective. A lot of branches from the family tree will be trimmed but you can bet your bottom dollar that those who created seed banks whilst selling GM to the rest (complete with patents and self termination) will still be riding the red carpet which, by the way, is a symbol for the blood of the rest of the population upon which they’re surfing. Ain’t that right, Bill?
The brave new world they’re building will rise from the ashes of the phoenix of the current conflicts and decimation. Just like it did, back when. Some things never change, eh? Remember those old tales of legends and men of renown that did phenomenal things that were written off by historians as tales so fanciful written by primitive minds that were little more than simpletons? Those are what will be coming and the Twenty One (re)generation will be a big push for this as, by then, they will have cracked the teleomere limit and thus changed the definition of aging from “My spirit will dwell in man for one with twenty on the end” to “Put the needle on the record and slow the RPM. Lets get it cracking!”. Of course everyone will be beautiful and time won’t be money as that deal will be flipped as the rich get to spend longer, per credit, than those popping in to this realm on a higher level.
You really have to hand it to the engineer that sketched out all of this. I get the sense I’ve peeped the blueprint and if it is what I think then the scam is beyond elegant as the trick is so old and immense that simply no one will see it coming if they weren’t looking for it. Its quite hypnotic, isn’t it? I suspect this is why people say we’re living in a simulation because a part of them intuits we’re viewing an insanely reduced resolution compared to what we are capable of decoding but that doesn’t mean you, now, can’t change your wavelength in order to decode the signal instead of being encoded by it. Of course this demands something and in this case it involves being willing to examine everything you Thunk is correct and junk a whole load of what you don’t consider possible by being willing to reality test. Only 8% are truly capable of entertaining this potential and the rest are stuck in place thanks to the irresistible force of the psychosocial treadmill mixed with the programming they underwent, back when, as children. Thats why I said print this out and stick it on the fridge for future generations because between now and then they’ll kill the net (as we knew it) stone dead and bring back a different version. You can already see the seeds they sprinkled for this so take the bet that your kids kids will be born plugged in as the hybrid species I call Techno Sapiens.
Evolution, in real time, bought about by devolution by design. Why do you think that modern men are so feminine and womens roles have flipped? Why are most people exceedingly juvenile as they throw tantrums like a young kid? If the average age of a crowd is five then the developing net sentience which now dwells in our mix is around two, at best, and this exerts its own form of resonance to the denizens that are plugged in. Like I said, there are levels to this and its hard to see when plugged in but for those enamored by the lady in red the idea of disconnection is a fate worse than death because they can’t imagine being anything beyond what the Game says. Anywhen, back on topic:
From coffee cups designed to make your balls fall off and frogs that are gender fluid as well as immense advances in tech that will end with the real trans humans as we drape synthetic flesh around silicon life companions that will offer upgrade options for the procurement of sex things are all working out as intended because they mimic the orbits and thus create resonance which is a far greater topic. Either way its pretty strange because if you’d described our modern world to someone in Nineteen Forty Eight they’d have thought you bumped your head and said “Thats impossible. How the hell did that happen then?”. The same you way cook a live frog. Place it in a cold pan and turn up the temp in increments. Or degrees. You know, those things that place black cubes on your head as a sign you’re ready to slot in to the wall of ignorance they built under the guise of education in which everyone specializes in hyper focus and thus miss the bigger pic just like the basketball experiment shows well:
Depopulation till Twenty One Hundred then a controlled fertility explosion for people that operate on a whole nother wavelength thanks to their augmented awareness and the presence of silicon that marks them out as Techno Sapiens who are connected to an ever present web thats been erected around the planet since before men dwelled in caves as downgraded remnants of the previous level. It really is quite insane to grasp. Totally mind blowing in its scope and intent as its the ultimate hustle perpetrated by those who are red in teeth and claw as well but prefer to remain hidden as they yell, into your subconscious, “Pay no heed to the man behind the curtain and especially nothing that guy from willhelpme said”.
Remember to stick it to the fridge though because time will tell that I was correct while the 8% who hear me now, on FM, should start making the prep to get the hell out of this dimension whilst its still an option.
