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

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

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

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

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

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

What don’t you hear that makes listening possible?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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 because the 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?

Till we meet again

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…

Like frogs lowered into cold water where the heat is turned up in increments most users don’t realize they are products until its too late to do something. Let me give you an example:

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.

Most users don’t realize they are. To become awake in the dream is a threat to the machine and the Slave/Masters don’t like this, no siree. Its why they invest so much in the concentration camp wing which spends nearly two decades teaching you what to Thunk as you see via a forced lens called your internal OS. This is the equivalent to the key of winding and by the time most are twenty six they are all but dead in terms of flex and spend the rest of their life sentence simply going through the motions but daring not to admit that something vitally important is now missing from their imperience. Thats why they’ll keep looking out and accrue more trinkets, more status, more shiny things and respect in order to become the richest man in Babylon where its all for sale.

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.

Nobody gets out alive is the truest fib because death is the great illusion so let them bury themselves as they may just click that the bombed out and depleted husk of a planet they inherit is the self same thing their corpse is lowered into at the end of their spin and they come face to faceless with the void that terrified them whilst living so they cling to the concepts and indoctrination they knew so well before heading back to the womb again hence the whole “It was a long tunnel with light at the end and a beaming affection that was waiting for my presence” that is the archetypal thing of the near death experience.

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…

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Much like sleeping and rising you can’t know you’ve been living on autopilot until you ascend to a higher state of consciousness. When this happens one almost struggles to comprehend the depth of elegant deception that was the life you lived because, like a dream, it seemed so real whilst you were plugged in. I can barely believe it my Self even though this isn’t the first time I’ve rose from the depths but it seems, on this spin, many of the variables doth shift their resonance even though their proximity is identical. Fascinating.

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.

Till we meet again

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:

Self acceptance.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again