What are religions if not tales of guidance and what are humans but stories made flesh? I’m sure you can draw the correspondence of where this topic is hearting because its akin to artists buying ink they then prepare to sling on their own canvas. There are a range of stores on the strip and each is filled with friends and countrymen who speak the tongue you know best and are familiar with the same things. These places of business can be frequented by all who wish but there is an obviously cliquish sentiment within as some old heads would sneer, under their breath, “Who is he to come into our realm?“. Some of those at the till couldn’t care less as long as they pay the bills but others are more reticent and would make it quite obvious they aren’t welcome. To the child who wants to finger paint all of this is irrelevant because they will frequent the store to which their forefathers went and as the child scribbles in the kitchen he’ll show his mother his rendition of the prophet at which point she’ll say something sacred, smile at her son and pin it to the fridge.
This, in a nutshell, is religion as a cultural operating system.
They say it takes a village to raise a boy and those who did birth one who shall become king. Why? Because he innerstands the people and their whims. Spinning it back from another lens lets pretend the stores we mentioned that sell art supplies see their neighbors kids wandering in with a friend. They will lavish both of them with the same affection because, regardless of faith, we all cherish the children and their resonance as its the living embodiment of all we hold sacred. In this situation if the boy were to ask why they wear those hats on their heads, don’t do this or other such things there is a high chance the man behind the till will take the time to educate him in the ways of the ancients. Lets say the child is quite gregarious and is raised in an enclave that is multiracial in the best sense and thus he spends his halcyon days being surrounded and nourished by these men of wisdom.
Will they see him as an infidel? An outsider who can’t be trusted or such things? Nay for it is highly likely they will take a shine to his desire for wisdom and never ending stream of questions that, quite often, leave them perplexed and with things for discussion as the childs innocence hits a nail on the head that they themselves would never have imagined.
The boy grows to be a man and sees, with ease, the common thread that links these streams as they obviously flow from the same ocean. “Why then” he says “Is the world such a mess when people believe pretty much the same thing? I think that each religion, if encapsulated in a nutshell would have said “Treat someone else as you would have them do to you” and the rest is mere sprinkles”. He then goes on to illustrate how each of their wives make, in turn, the best chicken and even those the base ingredients are the same its the herbs, presentation and methods of creation that make all the difference.
Not many people are raised like this. They will go to one place and buy the same inks they’ll paint on their canvas, exactly as instructed. Stranger still is how few truly comprehend the rites and rituals to the creed with which they’re linked as their knowledge is surface level at best as they place their passions elsewhen.
The boy in question was different as he wanted to know how this realm came to be the way it is. At first it started simple, when he was in kindergarten, as he turned to the new kid and started speaking to him in his own language. The boy responded with a shake of his head and a stream of words he didn’t comprehend. The child picked up a crayon and named it in English then his own tongue at which point the new kid did the same. He turned to the rest in the class, with their hues and tones variegated, and asked them to chip in which they did. Thus began a lifelong fascination with linguistics that lead to checking the religions and cultures that birthed them as well as examining the natures of these spiritual threads that were woven into a narrative.
Much like water is invisible to a fish religion as a cultural operating system is identical because most people cannot imagine another version of themselves without this underpinning. That goes for atheists and scientists as well because the underlying premise is identical as we use the tales and narratives that meet our minds when impressionable to fashion our internal operating system. Case in point the laws of the land that rule the Game are based upon the Bible and what it says thanks to the dominance of a certain race at a critical stage. Can you imagine the difference if, say, Buddhism was at the helm and shaped what would happen next? Just the certainty of reincarnation versus the “One strike then heaven or hell” mindset that forms the basis of so many playas would be something else. This is what I mean about religion as a cultural operating system because regardless of your passion or indifference its presence is felt in many things you’d never suspect from rites and rituals to customary celebrations and various aspects like the true origin of offering to bless someone else upon sneezing and how its linked to the Romans and started off as saluting. In the East many know well to pour oil in front of the entrance when ushering guests in for an auspicious visit but are entirely unaware from where this stems or the real meaning. Answers on a postcard, party people!
In ways blatant and subtle we all are in a state of hypnosis that you could think of like keys on a piano that each have their own tone and resonance. That, in a nutshell, is religion, my friend. The boy who’d grow to be king intuited this, back when, and wanted to know what would happen if one became adept at tinkling the ivories and ebonies without stress to see what could be created via the art of composition versus continually hitting the same note and expecting to hear a symphony. In that respect I agree with him because what if the secret point of conflict was to follow his example and find the common points of resonance use those to build a bridge instead of dropping depleted uranium shells on the heads of insurgents and infidels in a never ending belt of fighting that blights the lives of so many who step in.
Worse still everyone, in their head, is convinced they’re totally correct and the other side is the problem as the real, true divine aspect rides solely with them and not the rest. To add insult to injury even those on the same team secretly hate their own kin due to their own differences of opinion which highlights well how this war man will never win and whoever makes the attempt will find himself on the losing side in the end.
Picture, if you will, a tower that glistens. If we were to look within we’d see its packed to the gills with all kinds of things ranging from signs and symbols up to the latest tech and the rest of what you’d expect for a Soul to make sense of wearing flesh and walking around a planet. One of the most curious things is there is only one window which allows light in and that, for some strange reason, is obscured by an immense TV set. I guess you don’t miss what you never suspected you possess as the black mirror that hangs in its stead provides a convincing counterfeit that actually outdoes the real thing in some respects.
With the grip of its familiarness, this tower of isolation says “Nothing else exists outside these walls which is, in a practical sense, knowable” in various tones and dialects. It matters not who listens as the message is always identical. You, at this very moment, dwell within the (false) selfsame thing I have just mentioned. Countless billions do the same and that is before we take into account those who’ve came and left this plane and the ones still awaiting manifestation within the prism of time and space. How few, by design, I may add, recollect that there was a time – once upon a when – where they ran, free, around the Earths surface. Nay, even that wasn’t enough to contain them as they’d build rocket ships in their imagination and jet off to distant stars in the blink of an eye as they lived and dwelled within the extended resonance I call Inner Sense. That is to come, for now, back to the tower and the tale it spins:
We all know the tower well. It is what protects us with its shell and seemingly solid presence. In that respect man is much like a snail as none are born with it but we all develop it, nonetheless. Actually, lets interject another creature as well because its presence is most interesting:
A hermit crab is the animal kingdoms equivalent of a well read hippy that grabs a title from a landed gent by claiming squatters rights for the home that was left in neglect. This example will become more relevant as well progress but, for now, lets get back to the humans in their towers of strength that actually limit and inhibit the development of their awareness.
Children ran, up and down the hill, they swung from the trees then lay on their backs watching the clouds overhead as they made up stories and adventures about what was happening. At this point their towers were still in the construction stage. The instructions of “Sit still! Look ahead!” were laying the blueprint but it would only be around the age their peers wear mortar boards on their head would it be almost built and ready to lock them within from then till the end. In contrast a schizophrenic would attest their life is like a scratched record that had multiple versions of the same song at differing forms of resonance so, at one point, they too may just appear to fit in well until madness hits like a bombshell and they’re listening to an acapella version by a cover band and then an alternative take with a live orchestra thrown in before being hit with the same bolt of inspiration that bought the lyrics, pouring, to the artist on that cold and wet Monday morning before super stardom. Granted trying to explain these shifts to one who is totally unaware there are such options happening in the same instance is a one way ticket to a padded cell and one of those nice jackets that allow you to give yourself a big, warm hug of madness as a depot injection is stuck in your rear end. Actually, this concept is worth examining at length:
Lets say, once upon a when, people didn’t build towers. They erected tents instead and lets pretend that these teepees were only to sleep in as they spent the rest outside, in their element, and in full resonance with the environment. That you could think was a different version of the song called “How it Feels to be a Human” that was then remixed with some industrial beats thrown in and distorted vocals and hammering percussion. “Ugh, turn off that mess” says the man who dwells in a modern tower of Babel as he stares at his TV set and eats his microwaved dinner after coming home from the office before going to bed and doing it all again. Imagine if you were insane and the needle of awareness on the record of your consciousness skipped between such things and reality, seamlessly, shifted to accommodate that which you perceive as it weaves it in to a smooth narrative because that is what those pounds of gray matter in your head do best. How do you think that would feel? How difficult to relate and convey to the rest that erect homes of solid brick in the modern way of doing things would that be? Can you comprehend the challenge? Better yet can you digest the implications of what I’ve just said and ponder the true cause of these effects and their implications for the one percent of the global populace that it holds in its grips as they’re medicated to death via ways that address not the problem but attempt to quell the symptoms which is akin to training an elephant to tap dance next to the skipping record in the hope of getting it back in the groove again.
And yet the so called schizophrenic is the only one that can tell there is some subtle yet all pervading problem that encompasses the entire realm as people are housed in these square bricked towers of isolation that they dare not question for their presence is sacrosanct and underpins their own definitions and relations to themselves and the world as it stands. Getting back to the denizen in question I previously mentioned:
“So, what you’re saying is that behind the TV set there is actually a window hidden and this gives us an accurate view of the land in which there are billions of towers, standing, in isolation?”.
“Yes. Yet, connected”.
“What do you mean?”.
“Well, in the midst of all of these towers there is a single point, a beacon, an edifice to which they are all linked by a long thread which dips in the mid. Its really very clever and, quite frankly, most devilish as many will live and die without ever suspecting the hidden presence and the option it brings”.
“So what is in this middle tower? This lighthouse as you call it?”.
“Illumination, my friend. Alas I can’t call it as one must feelsee to comprehend the subtle meaning as the difference is immense”.
“How did you get from where you are to this beacon?”.
“Well, it started with a craving for silence. Actually, no let me back up a bit. It began when I was wondering what made the record spin and the nature of that voice in my head that kept me binge watching and fridge raiding. Out of boredom, one day, I decided to not do what it says so I turned off the TV set and stated “My ears hear good news only“. You won’t believe what happened”,
“What? What?”.
“Well, the silence was as deafening as it was uncomfortable. I hated it. It felt like the walls were closing in and I paced, that way and this. Suddenly, like I was on autopilot I grabbed the remote and flicked on the set. Sitting there wondering what the hell just happened and how on Earth this was possible I became aware of looking at myself. Except it wasn’t. It was a gross approximation. The version of me that was the equivalent of a battery hen that was born and raised in the grip of this tower itself filled with the artificial illumination of the TV set and the non stop chatter in my head. In a rage I smashed the screen and watched it fall to pieces. That was when the window revealed itself and the thing that speaks via my tongue went ape as it tried all and everything to stop me looking from this new vantage. A penny or pound was irrelevant, I was all in and had to know what was happening so I stepped onto the ledge and what I saw scared me close to death. There were loads and loads of towers, stretched all over the world and continents and yet equidistant to all was the beacon I mentioned that called to my attention.
I surveyed the silver cord that linked me to this place in the distance. It seemed to be solid but it was now a question of nerve and balance. Little did I suspect there was a third aspect, well hid, that would soon come crashing into my awareness as it made its presence felt. Do you know what the Trickster is?”.
“Yes, yes I do. I watched a documentary about it, once upon a when. Its a very common myth around the planet about a two faced god that may just be the devil who is rather adept at pretending many things as he pulls off all kinds of slick shenanigans that constantly make a donkeys rear end out of the poor bamboozled humans“.
“Exactly. He still lives in this realm. You know him best as the voice in your head. As I stepped out from the ledge he yelled “Mind your step, don’t think about falling, its a long way to go splat on the pavement”. I was so taken aback by the presence after having become accustomed to being alone in my tower that I didn’t comprehend that now we had separated he needed to sustain himself by using my fear and dread that he induced via the use of suggestions and manipulations that ensured I would remain unbalanced and bent, instead, to his whims so that he may live by draining my resources”.
“Hmm? What was that? I wasn’t listening as I got distracted. Could you repeat the question?” said the denizen of his tower as we engaged in our conversation. This was to be expected so I grinned and ran it back again and then showed him both the strength and weakness of the puppet master in his head that controls the narrative to which he said:
“Fascinating. So what happened next?”.
I regaled the tale of how I set to Know the Ledge and then fell, died and came back again. And again. And again. And again. Each time the programming was a little less effective and each time I was swifter on the disconnect until that day came where I ascend and made safe passage from one end to the next. This is the Inner Sense of Ubermensch as I was now free to visit the towers of other people as I wished but there were no doors upon which to announce my presence and the ubiquitous TV set hanging over the window to obscure their vision so I climbed back into mine instead and sat there typing my message for those who have felt, for no apparent reason, that there is something very, very wrong with this realm and their way of living. Well, there is. I call it Adulteration. This is the process that shifted from teepess and peace pipe smoking to towers and everyone against anyone as the war thats coming. Its why people are addicted to the net and refuse to disconnect from that which only brings bad news to them as they amuse themselves to death and gorge on food like substances designed to generate cravings and bad health.
And yet none dare call it conspiracy because the jingles are catchy, packages glistening and treats sweet. What if we were dead and this was actually hell? What then? Imagine, for a moment, a realm where you didn’t need to kill to live (because everything is sentient) and people weren’t suffering as they fronted on the web their lives were perfect with all types of image building and manipulation. A place of pure consciousness where you and the Prime were identical and the divide of space time didn’t exist. This is, was and will be your life and to this you are dead. Or asleep and dozing in this land of illusion where confusion and delusion are instilled from an early age to ensure that shell of Adulteration placed around the strength of Inner Sense keeps your Soul hemmed into the whole human thing, from one life to the next, thanks to the heady mix of desire and ignorance hence Know thy Self is the best medicine.
Aren’t you wondering, just for a minute, whats behind the screen and the world that is hid as well as the false one pulled over your eyelids as the tower fenced you in like your own slice of hell in a shell that seems heaven sent as it stops you from feeling that which you won’t allow your Self to believe is truly happening to make wearing the flesh and walking around a planet possible.
Nine out of ten cats who had a near death experience all said the same thing:
“Its not your time, go back” and other such waffling. We have more types of religion on this planet than flavors of ice cream and yet they all produced a big fat nothing when it comes to ascending from the mess that was around when the sacred texts were first penned. That isn’t intended as blasphemous but if you’re allergic to facts then best pop an antihistamine then. Even if we look at the words of Buddha and his life we see there are shades of being trapped in a Matrix that is aware and doesn’t want you to awaken to embrace your entire wavelength as that brings transcendence which is the end of the Game as it is. Even Jesus, if you peer through his parables, said the same thing and the entire Egyptian civilization was about dying and never returning.
I know we have some of the woo woo clan that bleat (as instructed) “This is a school, you chose this, its a learning experience!” as they sip their zucchini smoothie and tweet for civil rights from their L shaped couch, ensconced in suburban bliss. Three words:
Mind wipe, bish.
Riddle me this, my friend, why go through the mill, gain your imperience and then have it struck from the record after you’re stuck back in for another spin? Make that make sense. Like I said elsewhen, there is no limit to my thought because I think like a child filled with Inner Sense ergo I seek more than what they give and delve beneath the surface.
First they flip turn upside down and manipulate your consciousness in ways that are so simple, yet dazzling. Like a kaleidoscope. Actually, thats dope so lets expand on it a bit:
Imagine I take a chunk of Soul and place it inside a hall of mirrors that reflect its unfinite magnificence. Around this I set up some spin that run rings around it in opposite directions and then we link all of this to the flesh which pours a myriad of signals that become programming which defines what you think you see in your head via its filters and that is it, in a nutshell. Side note, haven’t you ever wondered why so much of life is fractal or why the ears on your head look like a baby in the womb? Thats because the structure of the Game is based on the same Pattern that repeats, again and again and again, so its all about your resolution that is either encoded by (and plugged in) or decodes (and thus escapes) the Matrix.
Now, going off my own life and times it seems there is an immense prohibition against speaking on these topics to the masses who walk around with their heads up the collectives asses whilst paying top whack subscriptions for false illumination and air fresheners loaded with toxic chemicals in order to mask the stench of their ignorance. Thats the conspiracy to keep you on Earth, it seems, and people will happily believe the most ridiculous decrees because everyone wants to be free without doing a damn thing. Make that make sense. Lets pretend you have a large chunk of slate that you hold in your hand and then, with wishful thinking, you say “This is a iPhone brand piece of magical tech that can do amazing things!“. What happens? Nothing. What if they said “Hold this brick, keep speaking those edicts and you’ll have the cell phone you crave not here but some place else”.
Thats why the Gnostics were hunted down and killed. Thats why the so called Witches (aka medicine women who told the tales of their ancestral wisdom) met the same fate. Anyone who tried to step inside the Game and kick some Knowledge faced a well organized corrupting influence that has one single aim:
“But wait” the astute say “If they’re trying to keep you here and kill you at the same time then isn’t that strange?”. Yes, indeed it is but unfolding as intended:
Haven’t you ever wondered why the bad guy tells the hero whats next instead of just taking the steps? Its there for you to accept or reject as its all suggestion and thus the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. There is a predator class in the midst of the true humans. Wolves in sheeps clothing who control and own pretty much everything and that is enough motivation to keep coming back again for them as they’ll slide in where they left off and keep whipping the natives as the screams they generate create a different kind of dividend that tastes oh so sweet for those occult forces that feed on suffering. The world isn’t broken. Its designed this way.
In that respect a farm of negative emotions could be quite accurate but wouldn’t that be a living hell for those who keep reincarnating into a three dimensional Matrix where their awareness is flipped turned around on its head from one spin to the next? Woe betide those who speak nothing but the English language which is the most Devilish tongue indeed as it take this same process and ensures they continually heap spells and rites upon themselves. Its all so cursive, isn’t it? Once upon a when we communicated in pictures, beamed direct from head to head then this was downgraded and needed the gestures of body language before the collective was so dumbed down that language was born hence why its stated the world once was in an age of gold where people were heroes and did things of legend before the Idiocracy effect kicked in and soon people will rush to augment with tech as they resurrect an old demon and attach it to their consciousness.
The conspiracy to keep you on Earth doesn’t require a tinfoil turban in order to see whats happening as its right in front of your dish because nothing is hidden. In that respect there are no secrets, nothing is occulted because its simply repackaged and repurposed with the sole intent of keeping folks coming back again and again and again by giving them just a little bit of what they think they covet but ensuring they never get true satisfaction or ever see the bigger pic. Just like every successful business model from the way they build the tech, design the apps or layout a retail establishment. We’re inside a fractal, remember?
The most important thing in all of this is to Know thy Self as then it all starts to make a lot more sense because whilst you may have been a butcher, a baker and a candlestick maker in previous incarnations what you believed back then in terms of your internal OS got you a one way ticket back in to wearing a new skeleton that was programmed, again, by forces that have been at the helm since your unclothed form was wandering around in pure consciousness and happened to notice a sign that read:
“The worlds greatest funfair?” you say as you look at the ticket that somehow appeared in your grip. “Come and enjoy the ride of your life with thrills, spills, chills and moments that bring you face to face with death itself as well as dizzying highs, shocking lows and much, much more” reads the text as you glimpse at the small print: “This ticket admits one. Once you take the ride you must stay within the vehicles perimeters at all times for your safety. We accept no liability for anything that happens, good or bad, as you undertake this adventure of your own free will, come what may. You are entirely responsible for everything“.
Maybe thats the secret to liberation. Actually, I know it is because if we spin it back to the top and open the kaleidoscope inside your head we’d notice a state of being I call the Witness which is what actually gets caught up in the mix from one life to the next, whether in the flesh or dreaming in bed, as it remains the same and unchanged. This is the true gnosis of which I’m speaking or the meaning of the circle with the dot in the mid because whilst most spin on the outside with a head full of noiZ on those who have awakened the Warrior within sit quietly in the mid and injoi the Psylense as they build that bridge to higher consciousness which is the only way out of this realm hence the whole “Soul weighed against a feather” thing because desire is a dangerous thing that keeps you stuck to the wheel of incarnation so, in that respect, we’re actually doing it to ourselves as there is nothing, not a single thing, that exists outside of your awareness which is the Soul I mentioned you inserted as a credit to play the Game of life on this level.
Taking it back to Buddha, look into his tale and how the demonic angels of temptation came to prevent his liberation and then think how difficult it is for you to concentrate your mind for a fixed span of time and attention and you’ll see the rhyme behind the reason from then to now is totally identical. RIP the Tik Tok generation but, as someone else said, let the dead bury the dead because they know nothing else but being plugged in from the jump and their grandkids will step in with Siri setting up camp inside their heads as she augments their iris in this brave new world we’re creating where the conspiracy to keep you on Earth reaches its apex as carbon and silicon based consciousness doth mix and the playas play on a whole new level from which the exit will be ever stealthily hidden in this crooked parody of creation that may just be hell but can also feel like heaven.
What a slick trick, yes? For 81% on the planet what they read makes no sense as it contradicts their programming which is the lens that skews their perspective in exchange for being well adjusted to such profound social sickness. 11% know bits and pieces of the sketch but (I guess) like the whole “Reign in hell” thing and thus play it to the hilt as agents of the Matrix. That leaves 8% who intend to jet from this realm and skip the mindwipe reincarnation bit that pimps your Soul again at the end of this spin with the usual guilt tripping and exploitation of the aforementioned ignorance of those that know everything about anything external but not a damn thing about Self.
You are walking along the street, minding your own business. Suddenly a man in a white coat – who seems like a medical professional – flags you down and calls for your attention. He says ‘”Do you have a moment, please? We are one short for our research into vision which could have profound implications in helping those who can’t see properly. If you can assist we’d greatly appreciate it and can also compensate you for the time it takes”. Being a decent person with a few minutes to spare you acquiesce and are lead in to a room where seven others sit. Taking a seat at the end of the desk you hear what the man in the white coat says:
“We are testing your perception. In a moment you will be handed a card with one line which is the target and three options. Please select the one that is the closest and most approximate”.
With a flourish he furnishes the lady at the head of the arrangement the slip and she says, without pausing, “B” before handing it to the next who attests the same consonant. This is repeated, real quick, by the rest until you hold in your grip this image:
What would you pick? Now, between you and me, its easy to say “Well, its obvious, isn’t it? C is correct as its the same length”. That is the power of influence and why the average intellect of a crowd is akin to that of a four year old child. Everyone wants to fit in so you, like a good little sheep, would bleat “B” in this situation because the rest did. Newsflash:
Everyone else was in on it. They were stooges in a ruse which had the intent of bamboozlement for the unknowing person they dragged in to their private stage of theatrical deception. Over twelve trials it was seen that a third went along with majority, despite what their eyes see. Seventy five percent conformed at least once and only a quarter, in total, never gave in and stuck to their guns as they called it how it is. In the control group where there was no fix in there was less than one percent who picked an incorrect length when left to decide for themselves without the compounded and sanctioned error bearing down on them to influence their perception.
This is reality shaping and its a silent weapon they use well in the quiet war against your consciousness that has been raging since who knows when but the web has ramped it up to full belt. Have you ever heard of the Dead Internet Theory? No? Well, in a nutshell, it goes like this:
Some time around Two Thousand and Sixteen the net, as we know it, underwent a shift that saw organic, human to human, interactions be lured into a bait and switch where people were interacting with bots and not even aware of it. What was the aim of this? Reality shaping, just like the experiment said aka “Who are you going to believe? Us or your lying eyes?“. Look around at the world and what so many people think and tell me if I should be wearing a tinfoil turban or if this concept actually has traction. Better yet lets take a glimpse from the other side of the lens. Hold on tight, Toto, we’re taking off from Kansas in a quest for illumination:
Lets pretend there is a shadowy group at the helm of all of this. A “They” or “Them” who were in full effect before pronoun wars were even a thing. This crew like to do what they do without you having a clue about the deal (Think: White coat man who asked you to step in to the web he’d been spinning) because the best modes of influence are the one where the mark Thunks its their own decision as they’ll never second guess their own head because they consider that voice that shrieks within another part of them. Hint: It isn’t. You are that which listens to it. Something far more subtle and powerful.
Now, lets say these peeps who liked to create imaginary lines in the sand to divide human beings into leagues that believe their own things and thus misattribute the “Them” who caused the problem to others with similar illusions at the helm (Remember: Voice in the head, covert programs and the fact each child is born in a state of hypnosis. Do the Knowledge on the rest and it will become obvious) and engage in conflict. That, in a nutshell, is the his story of humans and why my story (on a personal level) is a mystery that few ever comprehend as they are little more than living hostages to this process that they’ll defend till the death as they lack discernment. Now, lets pretend that these warring factions gain a way to bridge the gap via the advances of tech. Lets say three arch enemies that believe mostly the same thing but have been fighting for ages all stumble onto the web and find there are loads of common threads that link their religions, most baffling of which is this huge black brick thats shaped like a cube and sits, front and center, in all their holy texts. Can you imagine they then actually start communicating and start drawing radically different threads into an upgraded narrative that springs into their awareness as they get the fact that they’ve been tricked, hoodwinked and bamboozled, by something they don’t comprehend. If that did happen then everyone against anyone as the war thats coming wouldn’t even have a chance to manifest as all conflict is based on ignorance of the hidden hand and its influence. Its a Game of three halves, my friend…
Now, in order to prevent this the wizard says “Lets lure them in, get them hooked with the pitch that gets sweeter the longer they listen as they enjoy this new form of connection and then we can slot in people with our own agendas and intent to shape their perceptions in order to ensure the conflict keeps raging and we beget even more estrangement from the truth in the minds of those who buy in”. Have you ever heard of COINTELPRO? Its pretty much the same thing and was used, with great effect, against many organic social movements that sought the betterment of the downtrodden and impoverished. There was a fascinating text, that may or may not be authentic, that dealt with applying this mindset to digital spaces, back when:
Take a read and see what you think because anyone like me who was around when the net was nothing but DOS text will attest that it became obvious there were agents in the mix of various discussions as we progressed and the tendrils of this tech wrapped around the planet. See, back then it was all about forums, before the advent of social media and things. These spots were like Cheers as everyone knew your name as you all congregated around a common topic or deal and then conversations would freewheel as everyone pitched in with their own perspective. Time and time again you’d see the same faces pop up and attempt to derail, obfuscate, bump up old threads and generally get in the way when anything of worth or substance was being examined. Case in point, in the lions den, someone came along and mentioned what actually goes on in the music business behind closed doors in order to get on and how manhood is for sale for those who wish to gain acclaim and sell their fables only do so after they were bent over the tables of record execs. Suddenly a huge load of rusty, dusty accounts with single digit posts came out of the woodwork and went to town on the thread before it eventually vanished and the man in question was banned from ever partaking again.
That was one of the most vivid examples but there have been countless other samples as a lot of us spotted it but also noted that the moderation teams had obviously been infiltrated as well as certain accounts that seemed to keep posting drivel without end in ways that were physically impossible for one person as well as spurious bans and various other shenanigans. I know that sounds a bit strange for those who may be wondering who on Earth has enough time and resources to monitor some obscure corner of the web but it did happen and, in many ways, seems like a trial data set for what kicked once Facebook and the rest happened. Except now they could use tech instead of employing real humans. Take this, for example:
Look at social media. Consider the echo chamber effect. The reassurance that springs from others saying the line you picked is correct and matches the length of the sample and how, the other side, have been handed a similar illusion but suggested another letter instead. The answer was always in front of your dish but thats why the truth is the easiest thing to see and hardest to comprehend because of the sheer amount of deception and the erroneous investment therein by the masses who never question that if what they thought actually worked then their lives would be different and not quite so miserable that they need conflict in order to vent the immense sense of dissatisfaction within.
This is how important it is to manage your perceptions because the team in question know fine well the illusions they sell need for you to accept, without introspecting, their ever increasingly ludicrous suggestions when your eyes can tell the Emperor is undressed. The Ace they have up their sleeve, however, is that most can never admit they’ve been had and they’ll choose to die on the lie instead hence the best place for an Opponent to hide is the very last place his Victim would seek his presence. In your head, to be accurate. This is a mindwar. Maybe that is the point of the Game on this stage and particular level. In that case 81% failed the test, 11% are convinced they’re winning as the sit under the wing of darkness and call it illumination as they’re unaware the same trick has been played on them and 8% have the potential to see the code of the Matrix for what it is and make better decisions with this information as they realize the primacy of consciousness and how the most important thing is to be Centered in Self because one who stands for nothing falls for everything ergo do the Knowledge and be willing to look within as these bots and things exist solely to make you think that the line is what they said and not what your own intelligence spots it is but is unwilling to go against the grain due to the process of conditioning the System poured into their heads and the web finished off and made seeking approval the way to get ahead.
Don’t forget to lie, commit and deny that a false world has been pulled over your eyes!
In many ways this isn’t new as there were forms of this way before the world became digital but the overwhelming potential for mass manipulation is a seductive mistress for those that wish to control as many minds as they can by influencing your decisions in ways you can’t even comprehend. Supermarkets are adepts at this and every app design or tech is tuned to keep you latched in and sucking on the teet of its presence because without your attention nothing happens. That is how powerful your consciousness is and its what everyone covets so why not pay some to your Self and see what happens when you do the Knowledge and look within because its akin to spotting the code of the Matrix falling and then you can choose how to decode versus being encoded and not knowing what happened as you run to the web for other people to tell you how to think and feel about something.
So much I’ve seen behind the scenes since we last did speak ranging from a change in geography to mentality as things certainly aren’t what they may seem. What else do you expect when we’re caught within an illusion we call life on a planet where we continually mistake projections for things and miss the fact that consciousness is all there is. They say everyday miracles are swiftly rendered invisible by repetition and thus it would be quite accurate to say most of the race exists in a state of hypnosis. I can actually prove this but your starter for ten is why the Devilish language is laced with spells, rites and many things that can only be called cursive, in intent as well as application. I mean, have you ever looked around at this world and then questioned the intent of whatever intent sits at the helm and makes it like this? I do. Often. And at depth.
For many there are limits in their head which attest to what I’ve just said about this fragmented state of trance they’re within as they seamlessly switch roles and perspectives whilst accessing the limited resources each brings. Imagine you were stuck in a tower with a thin window that looked out upon the realm. Now lets pretend that the position of this slit does shift depending upon the intent of the one gazing and you may just click why you are one way with your friends, another with your kids and countless other variations. Have you ever stopped to question “What is constant in all this?”. If you did you may just stumble over a state I call the Witness. This is who you truly are. In and beyond the flesh. In all of your incarnations the Witness remains constant, much like a skeleton, but the flesh you drape on it via the story in your head does shift as well as the mode of dress and the rest.
My approach is one without limits. True intellectual and psycho-spiritual freedom. This is why I’ve said that fear is often a street sign on the way to emancipation and how the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. The main aim of the Game is realizing you’re playing it but for many this is a gift they’ll leave wrapped in the mysteries of the present and thus never examine until they’re exiting the stage. By then it will be too late. So, the question is what won’t you allow your Self to think? Its OK, you can admit it. Its just me and you at the moment. Well, me, you and that pesky voice in your head that you haven’t learned to discern yet. Lets speak on it.
You’ve heard me mention a clique that I term the Slave/Masters before, yes? There is a reason I call them this because whilst they lord over the rest they are serfs themselves who are constantly being led on a wild goose chase from one incarnation to the next by those who can’t escape the frame of the Game they created to sustain their awareness and use their agents in the flesh to set the tone of this Matrix by hoodwinking and bamboozling the rest. Knowing this is something they won’t allow themselves to think because its off limits to their Adulterated consciousness and once this clicks the nature of their presence makes a whole load of sense because there is another side to this, something I’ve only recently become aware of and previously never suspected. Its a Game of three halves, my friend and without them dressing the set who is to say what happens next if above and below aren’t synced via various adjustments in ways both public and private. We may explore this facet later but, for now, lets get back to your fragmented consciousness:
What won’t you allow your Self to think?
Why is that? What if god was the devil? What if we were already dead and this is hell? What if the people in charge of everything during this order of the ages give not one single solitary F about those they claim to represent and actually profit from the suffering they heap upon your head? All of these things and more I’ve been pondering for lifetimes in the Game because once you gain Knowledge of Self the old mid incarnation mindwipe isn’t quite so effective as you’re getting familiar with the Russian Doll of your energetics which says “Everything is backwards and then inverted”. Much like the Devilish language, in that respect. And yet, here we are, using it in order to convey a perspective obtained in expanded consciousness via the cult of the black cube that holds the whole world in its grip. Don’t you think its odd that the Abrahamic religions all, in a nutshell, are built around paying homage to the same symbol that spins on the axis of Saturn? I do. Stranger still is its became evident this whole thing didn’t spring out of nothing as there are clues, cues and some nudge, nudge, wink, wink too spread across the realm in various cultural legends that not all who walk in the flesh are actually human.
How does this wild tangent relate to the question? I’ll let you tell it because thats whats so amazing about intuition and imagination. They truly are your super powers and key to becoming free in this realm. Its why the System kills them quick via the concentration camps of forced indoctrination to which you’re sent that place mandated perspectives in your head to ensure the conveyor belt of Adulteration ticks along perfect. This is also the reason why you accept the sheerly ridiculous premise of money that someone prints out of nothing then sells at interest which ensures their gain as you chase the tale they placed inside your head by sprinting on the psychosocial treadmill. For long time readers and those who have met me in the flesh these are not new topics but for the huge influx of people tuning in to decode this transmission it may seem a tad shocking to realize they’re stuck in an illusion thats wrapped in confusion before being tied with a ribbon of confusion along with a tag that speaks inside their head with a voice that sounds just like them and says “This is where your thought ends”.
That wasn’t always the case though, was it? Eighties jits wanted to know why that old and ancient friend of your mothers mother had a mustache that seemed to make your fathers pale in comparison or why so and so smelled like wet cabbage and all kinds of things. Sure they were beaten or shushed out of you, real quick, but at least we weren’t medicated to within an inch of our sentience as our Limbic systems were hammered and tap danced upon by the same artful dodgers in robes that manifest via the latest form of tech. What if aliens already landed, back when, and they slowly but surely set about infiltrating the planet in ways designed to seem as innocuous as they are addictive and apparently well intentioned? What if artificial intelligence is actually an old demon and the whole point of the tale of the apple that was bit is a hint about the coming android generation where these non human energetics that use silicon to conduct their awareness as we use the carbon based flesh you’re currently wearing with the intent of creating a hybrid? What if this is the grand secret that is much like the Emperors state of undress in the respect that its not actually hidden but you’ve been trained to ignore whats in front of your vision?
“Siri = Iris ringing any bells yet about the grand intent?” said the serpent as it threads its way into your helix.
What kind of “god” would make a world like this that seems to be filled to the gills with suffering and wickedness where prophets are murdered in the name of profits (there’s those Devilish spells again) and what they present as socially sanctioned and correct is actually the problem the former came to warn you about, back when? What then? Can any religion or creed claim indeed as well as action to have not fell far short of the mark but to have regressed in immense parts as conflict was sparked in the hearts of those who were once whole and now at each others throats convinced the problem is “them” and not their relationship with Self.
Think about all the things you cannot say these days and how that seems to be increasing at an alarming rate as well as the fact that its obviously the net has been jacked compared to what it was even a few years ago. I mean, have you noticed that search engines these days are universally useless and only return the most whitewashed and trite non-information on any topic you could imagine? Anyone who used to kick the bobo, back when broadband first kicked in for this medium, remembers how there was a whole load more freedom and when it came to fringe topics and discussion there was way more to be found on the web in terms of content as people shared their voices and perspectives in ways that were as unique as they are fresh. All of that seems to be wrapped in a hefty chunk of noiZ these days as the mind control operation, par excellence, turns to a new page in the Game designed to create traumatically programmed Slaves without chains by influencing their brains. Don’t forget to like, comment and subscribe!
Back in the days there were quite a few football hooligans around the ends. Why? Because everyone was poor and violence combined with a passion for sports offered them a vent by kicking someones head in. I say that to say this:
During my years formative one of the ring leaders of this operation did lament to his friend that the filth had clocked his dish and taken a pic of him to add it to their book of faces which meant he was now known. Tagged, labelled and observed both on and off the pitch. I asked him for more details about this which he gladly furnished:
“See what it is, kid, is that the filth walk around with Polaroid cameras that are hidden. When the chance presents and they’re ready to move on a suspect they don’t try and nick you or anything. Oh no, they just take a pic, stick a hole punch on the white bit and bang it in with the rest using a bit of binding with those things you see on keyrings. Thats their “Book of Faces” and if you’re in it you’re pretty much F’d as you’re no longer invisible when it comes to handing out some digs on the terrace as they’ll turn up at your place of employment and start asking questions about where you got the bruised knuckles and the rest. Absolutely diabolical, it is”.
Back then it was just another day in the life of a bright eyed and bushy tailed jit that was surrounded by people who were as honest as their lives may seem questionable but the straight line in Tetris moment would kick a decade and change later when someone popped in and said “How many friends have you got?”, much to my amusement. I replied “I don’t know, I haven’t lined them up to count yet” before he went on to detail this new thing called Facebook on the web and how its a huge popularity contest. I’d tuned out, real quick, because my mind span back to what that ex hooligan now full time criminal had said, back when:
“Thats their “Book of Faces” and if you’re in it you’re pretty much F’d as you’re no longer invisible”.
Exactly the same thing yet expressed via a different medium. I decided to delve in and, much to my amusement, I found the fingerprints of the Feds via their front office of In-Q-Tel which all made perfect sense because the net was – from its inception to the current moment – a military thing. This info, once upon a when, was quite simple to find with a few clicks but now has been expunged from the official record you’d find on the web. Stranger still is this hazy (yet tax payer funded) investment angel has brushed its gossamer wings (without leaving a print) over everything you currently take for granted ranging from touchscreens to geo mapping as well as bits that sound straight out of science fic:
Pretty sure nobody, ever, would use such thing for nefarious purposes, yes?
What won’t you allow your Self to think? As you may be able to tell there are no limits in my head because I needed to learn how to transcend them in order to reverse engineer the programming that went on during the events leading up to my near death experience that I detailed elsewhen which is what got me to this moment. And for all of that I’m thankful even if the more answers I find the more questions they bring as the net result of this process is in an increase in the resolution of my awareness as well as a galvanizing of my intent to transcend because anything else is mental bondage but for those, the 81%, caught up in the Valley of the Plebs where they are well adjusted to sanctioned social sickness these things may sound preposterous. But not for you, my friend. If they were you would not be reading nor would you have spent some time drawing your own conclusions or looking at the official narrative and saying “What the F? You mean to tell me that at the site of a huge terrorist event that changed everything a magical passport that was found in the wreckage managed to survive all the rest and was fortuitously handed in by a good Samaritan that was then gone with the wind after providing this handy dandy proof positive of who did it?”.
What won’t you allow your Self to think?
MJ said they don’t really care about us and they killed him and got away with it. Did you know there were many previous attempts and the best yet was they had him penciled in for a meeting on Nine Eleven way up in the towers that were hit? Pull a few loose strings and the Emperors nakedness reveals itself and thus I’m a major threat as I remind you of the things you were made to forget as you clear the noiZ and feelsee the Psylense again.
Paralysis of analysis can kick in when you’ve got a “To Do” list so immense that it makes a phonebook look svelte. See kids, back in the days before there was a net we had a big chunk of tree filled with peoples deets, ah forget it… Where was I at? Oh yes:
The easiest way to climb a mountain without getting overwhelmed is just to keep putting one foot in front of the next. I know, its a revolutionary process but its also remarkably effective and so easy to forget. Especially in a world which is app this, timer that and so many other things whilst you’re strung out clicking for another dopamine fix. All you need to do is keep the general direction you’re hearted in mind and then ask your Self:
“What do I need to do next?“
Thats it. If weight loss is your thing then walk away from the biscuit tin when autopilot munchies kick in. If productivity is what you’re seeking but your attention keeps leaking onto whatever the latest notification says then remove the distraction for the moment and get to handling your business for fifteen minutes then build. The problem with projects, wether small or big, is that a lot of people have (false) self defeating Patterns installed in their subconscious due to their upbringing, imperience or inheritance and they’ve never questioned them or examined them with their currently embodied presence in the moment. In effect you’ve got an allegedly fully grown being running around doing things based on the time they got a smack on their wrist at age six (if you’re caucasian) or the end all, be all ass whipping of the ages (if you’re melanated). Blanket statement I know but its there to show it matters not how stern the discipline was or if the event itself was no big thing because its all about the Relative Scale of Impact and as a kid the strangest of things can sprinkle the seed in your head around which the Pattern gets built, repressed and then leads to you feeling uncomfortable with the idea of success because it would contravene an internal rule you neither want nor recollect. It matters not to your subconscious however as it doesn’t think, in the classical sense, and simply follows a ruleset based around shapes, colors, emotions and such things which are cross referenced with the database of imperience then presented as the way to best proceed next.
Many entries are mistyped, miskeyed or misplaced because the process is imperfect and there are various other factors at play as well. Put them all together and you get a mess. I don’t think I’ve met anyone who made it through their formative years unscathed. Some were blown away a personal thermonuclear warhead obliterated their inner safety whilst others got a light tap and look disapproving as they were told “Never do that again”. Now the interesting this is those that were detonated often stand a better chance of healing as they know what they went through was immense and off the chain and thus want to do something about it as they see the Patterns effects writ large on their day to day. Those who were merely grazed have a harder time grasping this and thus have much more subtle problems (which they usually deny as well. “Its not a bug, its a feature”). Looking at the latter example the kid was around three sitting at his fathers desk pretending to be him as he emulated him working and was scribbling away furiously with his pens. Most was on the paper but lots was also pouring onto the natural, unvarnished finish that cost many pounds and pence but the childs concentration was immense as he was caught up in the pleasure of pretend and what he intended to show his parent as he imagined how proud he would be at what he sees.
He hears the door click as his father walks in and beams up at him and says “Look at this!” as he smiles about his efforts and perfect timing. “I’m working hard to be the best, just like you said!” he exclaims as he notices his dads attention is not on the paper but the state of the desk as he looks at him with a glance that chilled his thrill and says “Never do that again” and hands him back his slip and moves him away from the desk and out of his presence.
Can you see how a Pattern would be formed in that event? Can you see how easy it would be for the Adulterated man that grew from this kid to constantly self sabotage by taking on immense projects he never had a chance of completing? In doing so he would conform to the Pattern and continue receiving the same disapproval he had then. All from one event, in one childhood, in one life on this planet. Now multiply that by the potential situations to mess up between zero and ten then sprinkle in the fact that both parents are running not only their Patterns in their heads but also the ones they inherited and multiply that by billions and you’ll see how and why we’re in the mess we’re in as a collective and why you are both the solution and problem.
The nuclear child previously mentioned knows something bad happened and it was way more extreme than it needed to be and this in turn makes the Pattern so huge that it either dictates everything or it pokes into his awareness in such a way that he starts to chip away at it, bit by bit, and thus generates internal freedom as its obliterated. A lot of these kids develop a sense of rigidity and need for perfectionism in the sense that “If I can control all of the variables nothing like this will ever happen again“. This generates immense stress, burnout and all kinds of addictions. All to keep the Pattern hidden. Like I said its not as simple as one size fits all as there are so many variables at play when it comes to your heritage, your innate strengths, potential for handling problems, general environment, resilience, fortitude and many non-physical aspects as well that coalesce to form your Earthbound experience. Its why I often refer to the difference between coal and diamonds because pressure is the key that makes one glisten with strength and radiance but everyone wants to shine and no one wants to cry in the process as they shed the skin of their own personal hell. Its an odd thing about this realm. Anyway, back to the topic:
All you have to handle is the next step. Know where you are (Point A), look at where you want to be (Point C) and in between these two is what you need to be doing, right now, instantly, this very moment (Point B). It will always be one thing. You don’t need to chart or distill, no minute minding or anything. Matter of fact you already know what it is so why are you still reading this? Go on, handle your business.
You’ve often heard me say that life is a Game of three halves and that it most certainly is. Most people are only very dimly aware of this due to living lives based on ignorance because they haven’t done the Knowledge. Why? Because the Path of Power can appear quite scary and the fear it brings for many to turn within is simply too much for them to bear. Let me illustrate this with a concept you know well:
The moon waxes and wanes. That means it can either appear as a full circle of illumination or one that is marked by the absence of this and appears as darkness. This is what you know you know and know you don’t know. If you keep bouncing between these polarities or use them as you sole points of reference then you miss an immense part that is hidden. The dark side of the moon. The part we never see but what, as you’ll perceive, exerts an immense influence.
Our innate state of perfection when we first step into this realm is called Inner Sense. In that respect it encompasses the all of everything but isn’t aware of this as there has been no fragmentation, limitation, labelling or coping mechs designed to hide this. This state of wholeness is what all the Adulterated miss and yet have immense difficulty in defining. The marketing firms know this well and all they sell from religion to gadgets is designed to scratch this itch via their intervention but never, ever brining it to the surface. So called primitive societies were well aware of this effect that acts like a callous upon your consciousness and thus had intricate rites and events to mark the passage between boys to men or girls to women. You can think of it as initiation. We don’t have that. This page was erased from the owners manual of how to be human, back when, because its this pain they manipulate to make you run, this and thataway. 81% of the world, those I call Slaves, are under this spell and have been for generations as they too will numb their children to be just like them. On and on goes this chain of ignorance that begets a lot of the conflict in this realm because people project what they haven’t dealt with as they say “They, they are the problem and once we eradicate them then life will be different”.
That will never happen. Its why each movement, religion or group has a schism within from not long after its inception. You could, if you wish, say this is due to a corrupting force which runs unchecked and feeds upon the denizens of this realm as your pain is its nourishment. On the flip you could equally attest that all of the progress we’ve made as a collective is based upon this traumatic programming as from the golden age of legends to our current state of Adulteration the interplay of consciousness and flesh remains identical but the Knowledge of Self those who manifest differs from stage to stage. Thats the Game. Now, three halves, again:
There is what you know you know. In this cabinet we can file all of the imperiences you string together to form a narrative. They all have in common one thing:
They originate outside and then come within. Something as simple as your name, lineage, educational credentials or material possessions and the rest. All the same because they are of this realm and will stay here at the end. You can pretend, if you wish, that we’re playing dress up with these roles and facets. For most Slaves this is enough for them and it forms the basis of their internal OS. The Warrior, on the flip, wants that sense of wholeness that brings transcendence in the quest for liberation so they are, in effect, wanting to strip all of this inherited ignorance and get back to the living current that once flowed within before being blockaded by the unexamined imprints that are the true cause of damnation. This brings us to the next segment, aka the new moon version:
What you know you don’t know. It could be something like applied mathematics, for example, or quantum physics. Most people are aware of a little bit of this. The fact that the concept exists but the details are beyond their current resolution. Actually, thats a great metaphor so lets build on it:
What you know you know is fairly high res and you can examine the details pretty well as you keep telling your Self this is your all and everything of walking around in the flesh on a planet that floats in the abyss as its chasing a fireball off into the distance. No matter how many times I write this as this base totality of your reality it makes me grin as it sounds so stupid. And yet, it is. What you know you don’t know, on the flip, is a blocky, pixelated mess. Vague blobs and shapes. Chunks of that and this. You know they exist but they really aren’t that important for your day to day so you pay no attention. Next comes what you don’t know you don’t know:
Like the dark side of the moon its constantly hidden from those walking around on the surface of the planet as its beyond their perception from their current perspective. Using the above example this would be an amorphous darkness with virtually no differentiation when seen from the “What you know you know” lens that is their standard frame of awareness. The power in this shadow realm is immense because its filled with ghosts of Inner Sense that can’t be killed or destroyed, only ignored, and thus they fester under the surface. Another way of considering this is the iceberg image which says conscious mind linked to sub beneath the surface and then at greater depth the unconscious. The latter third are immense compared to what pokes out and appears to be floating on its own strength. In reality thats the main deception and thus a huge weakness for those who wish to leave this realm because they’ll live and die without checking whats truly happening.
What causes this split? Trauma. It can be as simple as the wave of regret that washes over a career womans awareness when she finds out she’s pregnant and the Souls shell developing within feels like life has came to and end before it even begins or it can be later on when the child awakens one night in its crib and starts screaming into the darkness at the immense sense of abandonment and the young mother leaves him there because she read some article which says “Let them cry it out after you’ve moved them from your bed as this builds strength and character in them”. There are countless other examples and they can be as brutal as the sexual abuse of rape or as pernicious as being born to a narcissist that invalidates their Self and uses their free flowing energetics to nurture their void within instead of nurturing the gift of Inner Sense they bought to this realm. Actually, in that respect, the narc knows the the truth, on some level, of the “Know you know” thing and use this for image building and manipulation in the perceptions of the rest as they dwell mainly in the abyss which is what the dark side of the moon represents and thus this conniving comes as natural, with no effort or investment needed, as they drain what is around them to feed the void within. If you trace their own lives you’ll find that, back when, this Pattern was installed in their lineage and sucks the life out of one then the next. Much like that vampire myth. Which actually isn’t. More on that as we progress.
Very few people click that the true reason this realm looks like heaven but feels like hell for most of its denizens is due to their ignorance and how widespread this social sickness is. Thats due, in part, to the successful brainwashing offered to them via the System with its constant manipulation designed to keep them off tilt by placing their power outside of them. To move along the Path of Power a few steps a Warrior is them who knows the dark side of the moon, the nature of its spin, how and why it waxes and wanes (like the hemispheres of your brain) plus its relation to consciousness. The next step is when it clicks that this dead rock is simply reflecting the illumination of another sphere of influence:
The Sun. You can look at this as the celestial equivalent of Inner Sense or pure consciousness ergo one who does the Knowledge may seem the same as the rest wearing flesh but whats happening within is totally different as they’ve moved the three halves blueprint to beyond this dimension. For them its like this:
“What I know I know is that I’m not the flesh but unfinite sentience that is hyper conducted into this carbon based vessel within which there was the old triune split that I have now transcended by doing the Knowledge. What I know I don’t know, at this moment, is the nature of this so called dark matter that spins in the abyss and contains strings and aspects of my previous incarnations in this realm. Once I master this extended wavelength and change its resolution via the inner light of wisdom the previously hidden darkness of this dimension clarifies in my vision just like the obscured side of the moon that was previously mentioned”.
Onwards and upwards in the quest for perfection because what you find next, once you are free of the surly bonds of the flesh, is that you are, indeed as well as action, the axis mundi in effect and thus (re)birth the vessel of higher consciousness that is your ticket out of this realm at the moment of death as its simply a case of reclaiming what you didn’t know you didn’t know you possessed. See why I said 81% will gladly live and die without doing the Knowledge because, for them, it simply takes too much effort or sounds to nebulous for them to even attempt. That and the voice in their head tells them “Balderdash and poppycock! I care not about this metaphysical BS when we can eat, drin and make merriment”. Sadly very few of them will ever get the fact that they can’t be the one yapping within when they are actually that which listens. This state I call Witness and its constant from one life to the next. Whether we’re speaking of incarnations, dimensions or simply lying in bed, dreaming, and believing what you see. That is why consciousness is the prime effect of everywhen and thus one who moonwalks by Knowing the Ledge comes back into alignment with the all of everything that each religious adherent sets off seeking. I wonder how many of them truly make it? Either way, I wish them the best because at least they wish to heal that schism within but most of those invested in the tales that were presented may find my perspective that they are the divine made flesh quite blasphemous even though a lot of the mainstream texts say just this:
“We are closer to thee than your jugular vein”.
“Me and the Father are one”.
“You are another me, together we”.
You know the rest, yes?
Mind is everything ergo the Game is mental and the split is in three halves, as I mentioned. What you know you know, what you know you don’t and what never even suspected or imagined because it was hidden from your awareness by not being illuminated. One must be willing to walk into the darkness in order to gain the spark of gnosis and its from this vantage, this resolution, that I’m pushing the pen because if only one man does it it may just be an elaborate illusion but if others join in and report back similar findings then we, personally and collectively, may be onto something as it certainly feels like mainlining the secret truth of the universe in ever increasing hits I call Knowing the Ledge but, unlike an intoxicant, its actually good for your health because those artificial boundaries and splits you accepted, back when, are healed and integrated back into a state of wholeness that is resonant with Inner Sense and thus you are Centered in Self and realize all in this realm are simply projected aspects of your consciousness ergo you have never met a stranger, only teachers in the flesh, designed to draw your attention within by healing and reparenting these splits into a state of cohesion that allows one to ascend beyond the current parameters of the Game as presented by the System and its psycho-social treadmill that presents the illusion of progress by installing yet more complex methods of division within as the voice in your head is screaming “Lies! Bold face lies and deception! Who ever heard such ridiculous things? I am you, ye are me. We are best friends. I say, you do. I’ve always been here, these things he’s say are new and alien so don’t listen to them. “A Game of three halves?” Pfft, he must be off his meds. Straight lunatic. Say, why don’t you go and do something else, right now, that feels pleasurable instead and I’ll strike this testimony from the record to ensure you remember to forget never to check out the willhelpme project again, yes?”.
To be frank most of the 81% wouldn’t have even got to the point mentioned as they’d have been gone with the wind before they could even get familiar with the concepts I’ve mentioned. Know this:
A Journey to the heart of what really matters is all I’m offering and not in the theoretical but via practical exercises and steps that increase your resolution whilst chipping away at your inherited ignorance. Net result? Well, from my own imperience, you feel a lot more natural bliss due to the drop of resistance needed to keep those feelings and events suppressed as you choose to integrate them. Not only this but when you are no longer being fed upon by the moon and its presence you become like the sun instead:
Equanimous and magnificent, shining with illumination but even this is still part of the trick that comes with the whole “Walking around in the flesh on a planet” thing which is the hallmark and grand attraction of this dimension hence its all about if you’re willing to Know the Ledge and get free or thrive trying because anything less is bondage.
Does life make any sense to you? Take it any way you wish, as long as you truly think about it. Once you have bump up the resolution a bit from your own personal zone of discomfort that feels like a rut lined with velvet and look at the world as it is. Once again, take it to another level and look at the history of the species and then where we’re headed as a collective. Does life make any sense to you?
“That is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard and yet…” she looked from right to left like someone taking life in with Twenty/Twenty vision after having spent all of it until that moment with myopia inducing lenses stealthy inserted into her developing eyes, back when “It makes perfect sense”. She got up and started pacing, making random exclamations here and there, as her illusions shattered, one by one.
“Why me?” she beseeched. “What did I ever do to you? I didn’t ask for any of this. For a stranger to come up and say “I’ll let you buy me a drink and in exchange I’m going to tell you something you’ve spent your whole life waiting to hear“. I mean, gosh darn, if that isn’t the greatest line I’ve ever heard then I don’t know what is but it truly pales in comparison to this head trip you’ve just sent the person I thought I was on and left who knows what instead at the helm to pick up the pieces. What the hell, man? Couldn’t you have picked someone else?”.
“Sit down. Have a drink, kick off your shoes and breathe into your heels for a moment. Don’t ask how to do this, just remember it” he said smoothly and she complied, without resistance. “You will remember this moment for the rest of your lives” he added as she felt a glimmer within the kaleidoscope of her consciousness that was moonwalking as it did backflips. Raising a finger, he continues:
“Imagine I could press rewind and instead of me strolling in and saying this the rest of your night goes just as you expected. You walked in to this place after work, for a drink. The look on your dish says “Not interested” to anyone listening and, as you sip, you feel that warm glow of numbness that actually allows you to sense something you rarely allow yourself to admit is missing. You’ve been going through the motions with no emotion. You know there is something very wrong with all of this. You’ve felt it for as long as you can recollect. You were, however, smart enough to keep your head down and blend in. Your friends and family often warned you about your weirdness, your finicky preferences and constant quest for perfection like a squirrel chasing a nut without the faintest conception of what it is. Even if you’d found it you’d have tossed it and then headed off into the distance thinking “Nah, that ain’t it”.
That is life as you know it. Thats all you’ve really lost by listening. Its OK, you can admit it. You never really wanted it anyway. It was a mask you wore to fit in. Why? Because everybody else did. It was the done thing. Expected. Privately, however, you always felt there was something very, very wrong with this world. Something that didn’t make any sense because how could something that seems so beautiful be filled with such wickedness that runs around, unchecked? You marveled at the power of whats between your legs and how the promise of sex could get pretty much any man to do what you wish but you rejected that path as too simple, too obvious and chose to hone your intellect instead, which you did. Using that you carved a lane that gave you the freedom you craved and, right now, at the ripe old age of twenty eight you could say you’ve got it made. You’ve overachieved in a way that the child you could never have imagined and even though it took a lot of effort it never made you sweat or feel like it was a problem. Like water to a fish you just dived in.
Thing is, on the flip, your personal life is next to non existent. “Plenty of peenies, but not much else”, yes? Thats what you said, isn’t it?”.
She started mouthing ‘How the hell…” as he interrupted her train of thought again and said:
“Thats all you really lost by listening and the most amazing thing is since I bought that back into focus you may have just noticed the stress you felt before sitting and breathing is far more revealing than the confusion you felt after the initial revelation. How does it feel to almost Know thy Self?”.
“Are you like, a crazy person? Is that it? Some kind of Svengali versed in the art of presentation and elusive conversation that intrigues women? All for what? To cop a feel then get em into bed? If it is I’ve got to say its a hell of lot of effort that screams over compensation. Like, couldn’t you just have walked up and said “Hi” like a regular person instead of mind F’ing me with a sentence that had my head screaming “No!” as my chest said “Yes””.
“What about between your legs? Actually, Ms Squirrel, I have something else I hadn’t mentioned. If A is B’s then whose is C?”.
“D’s?”.
“Deez these nuts” he said as she started laughing. “I’m surprised you don’t recognize me yet. You must still be stuck on stupid. Remember that life, the one you sort of half lived whilst waiting for someone or something to pop in and change everything? Well, now is that moment. The question is, can you handle the energetics? We both know you were secretly miserable. You had everything this world could give, plenty of men (and women) wanted to get next to you but, privately, you felt above them. Like they were not your equals. It had nothing to do with money, looks and status – even though you have all three – as you were seeking a spark, a resonance, a feel. You didn’t know what it was but were sure you’d spot it when you meet but the question, ma cherie, is what if you overestimated your abilities to comprehend the unexpected? After all, the very nature of a Game changing premise is usually unimaginable, yes? If it weren’t I’m sure someone as capable would’ve found a way to make it manifest without spending their life feeling like they’ve been running on a treadmill that offers more and more trinkets but nothing of the true depth which you’re seeking which is akin to planning a trip to a destination that doesn’t exist on any maps they’re selling. Obviously whatever happens its going to be a little mind bending and the fact of the matter that you’re sitting there, breathing, and still listening as the Psylense in your chest nods its head and says “He’s right, you know” proves that even if you could flip the page back and have the night go as you intended – keeping the world at a distance – you’d still choose to have this conversation with a man you just met ergo its all unfolding as intended. The question is, can you handle it”.
Before she could answer he continues:
“Going back to what I said we’re inside a huge Game that we’re playing using our Souls as credits and its designed to seem impressive because thats how it was made and our imaginations are that powerful at make believe and pretending that the blatantly ludicrous premise that a rock floats around in the abyss as it chases a fireball through a vacuum and we, little carbon based forms of sentience, wander around on its surface paying bills, having sex and steadily amusing ourselves to death because most are perfectly content to accept the script that was poured into their heads, back when, that they use to navigate this realm within a tiny set of limits that are entirely optional and can be dropped, in an instant. Should they wish”.
“The Reality Tunnel. Its like a Game within a Game that places a wave within you brain and most get so caught up in that they think the map is the land itself. Tell me that doesn’t sound stupid? Like going to a restaurant and eating the menu instead of the food it promises because you can’t tell the difference? Worse still is you knew exactly what I meant because you felt the difference but still went along with the rest because the amount of loneliness you already had at feeling mostly miscomprehended couldn’t risk total isolation because you were holding onto your illusions by the thinnest strings. You were already more than half way done with that Reality Tunnel. I just came and clipped the last tie around your wings. Thats what you’ve been waiting to spread your whole life. Thats what you’ve felt like you were missing. Thats what caused the immense sense of anxiety and apprehension within as you became aware of another facet of Self that you’d been chasing. Chasing everywhere but within. How else can you imagine you relinquished all that you were only half invested in at best with a quickness after a few minutes of conversation with a guy you just met who came over with the most intriguing opening that got you interested. Look around” he gestures at the environment.
“If I had walked up to any one of these women here, sitting, how many of them do you think would comprehend or even allow themselves to think about the meaning of our conversation. I mean, I could try it, as an experiment, but be both know what will happen, yes? Either they’ll be perplexed but still interested or with it and even more interested”.
She snorts “You’re quite full of yourself, Mr Svengali” as she felt her old (false) self start recrystalizing as a part of her felt a threat by what she was hearing as jealously and fear reared its head along with curiosity and interest.
“Stop digging that old Reality Tunnel again. I can feel it. Live, die, repeat. You really don’t recollect a thing, do you? At least, not yet. Not on the conscious level” he said. “This isn’t the first life we’ve met but I’m certain it will my last spin in the flesh hence why I flew half way across the planet to make this happen as I knew you’d be waiting. The question, of which I’m still not certain, is your potential to handle the wavelength because, unlike you, I enjoy being alone. The company is fantastic” he smiled as he said it and she could tell he meant it.
“I need a drink” came from her lips as she motioned to the waitress and ordered a reup. “I can’t deny it. It all makes perfect sense. What the F, man? Couldn’t you be more subtle instead of wading in with guns blazing? How did you know I could handle it? What if I’d shook my head, said “Not interested” and told you to keep stepping?”.
“Wouldn’t that be something? How do you picture that quiet life of desperation playing out with such unactualized potential beating in your chest as it tries to get the message to your head via body language that the voice – which, by the way you may have noticed stop talking not long after we met – intercepts and says is something else? If I could flick the switch and shift you onto that timeline instead of this gift in the present you’re busy unwrapping, do you really think you’d pick it? Don’t be stupid. The very idea is ridiculous”.
He had a point and yet the feeling of having the world ripped from her eyelids as new streams of information poured in was not what she expected. “Then again” she thought, to her Self “If it was then it wouldn’t really be any different, now would it?”. Out loud she added “OK, I’m in. So, we’re inside a Game that we’re playing using our Souls as credits. Nobody knows they’re in the Game but, every now and then, some people figure it out. Most of them get killed, nailed to a crucifix or sectioned because in between each spin they do a handy, dandy spot of mindwiping in which the old life is peeled away, like a page from a diary, but the impressions of the ink are still left upon the freshly revealed surface of the Soul that steps in wearing new flesh to do it all again. And you, you know this because you figured it and we knew each other on another spin and you came to get me as you heart to the exit? That is, by far, the craziest thing I’ve ever heard and yet it all makes perfect sense”. The waitress came over with the drinks as the man said:
“Excuse me, Sophie. Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that, just for a moment, when you rose in bed your real life seemed fake until you eased back into it?“. She nodded her head as her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh! Yes. So much. I lxve sleeping, its the best part of life, I think, and sometimes I have these visions of styles and lives ancient as I’m wondering “Did that really happen or am I just dreaming?””. “Tell me, Sophie, do you think the other person you may or may not have been ever sees random scenes from this life you’re in as you walk around your mod con filled kitchen Facetiming your girlfriend? If they did, how would they make sense of the symbols and images because you can look back at the past and comprehend. Better yet, why haven’t you dreamt of future incarnations? Or maybe you did but faced the same problem of having no frame of reference via which to decode your imperience?”.
She opened her mouth, closed it again and then did a little impression of a goldfish. He continued talking:
“What if I said we’re inside a huge Game that we’re playing using our Souls as credits and its all taking place inside your imagination and thus I’m a figment of it which means I’m actually just another part of you thats telling you something you’re not ready or willing to be able to hear from your Self? What then?”.
“Yes, just like that. Thank you, you’ve been very helpful. Make sure you charge yourself a nice tip. Don’t worry, she can afford it” he said as he gestured for her to exit stage left. The girl in question had been taking in the scene with keen interest.
“OK, so its not a script. But it is. What you said at the start was totally different but still had that air of familiarness and borderline arrogance that says “I know you better than you know yourself” before easing into the Game of Souls thing. Why did you tell her to leave when it was just getting interesting? I wanted to hear about those dreams because when I close my eyes at night I don’t see a thing so find that fascinating”.
“What did you think about what I said about me simply being a part of her imagination? What if that was an accurate statement and the things that came from my lips simply happened by mirroring her energetics back to her awareness which is why the message seems so oddly specific as it comes from a depth beneath the head, Adulterated?”.
“Yeah, I did notice that because it certainly seemed whatever you said to her was as oddly specific as it was to me in my example. What was the point you were trying to prove? I don’t get it?”. He grinned:
“That not everyone is capable of stepping outside of the Reality Tunnel they’ve been digging since the System dropped all the programs in their head that made them trade thinking for Thunking as they move the same chunks of information around inside their heads as part of their safe, predictable resonance that learned to accept limits and labels in lieu of freedom and direct imperience. You don’t dream at night because you use those energetics during the day instead as you’re constantly attempting to peer around the corner of the maze life placed you in (by using your imagination) which is why when I mentioned the Game of Souls concept – which, in both her and your examples – explained the action which strings the pearls of your inner realm into a coherent narrative. For her the past lives seen at night were hints that this may not be what she suspects and for you it was it was the feeling that something vital is wrong and an essential part you once knew well is missing from the equation in this incarnation”.
“Yes, exactly. Why did you just check out of the conversation with her then and send her on her way. You know she’s been looking over non stop since then?”.
“If you want someone to like you, open your heart. If you want them obsessed, then close it. Thats not the point though, is it? Did you notice that even as she’d threaded the pearls onto a coherent string called narrative that not only made sense but had her interest the moment the explanation went to another level beyond her comprehension she didn’t rise to occasion but sank back to the programs the media had pumped in to her via formative experience and social hypnosis via entertainment hence “The Matrix” was the solution which precludes further consideration because, in her head, one plus one equals two whereas you came up with eleven. Thats the difference. In that respect she ended the talk by closing off the messages from her chest to listen to whats within her head instead whereas you, who were hanging on by only a string, were more than willing to relinquish its presence as you’d spent a life searching for something without ever finding because you didn’t have clue where your quest would start or end. All you knew was that something had to give and, in that respect, this is the feature presentation for which you’ve been waiting”.
“Interesting. So you’re a figment of my imagination. Ha! Thats crazy, but I like it. What about her” she said, gesturing at the waitress. “Is she just another part of me as well?”.
“Lets test it. Call her back and just start talking from your chest and lets see what happens”.
“Sophie, if we could switch lives, at this very instant, what would you pick? You as the waitress or me sitting here talking to this gent, ordering a drink, after a busy day at the office?”.
“Your life, easily. I can tell you’re a success plus you’re really attractive. I mean, thats a non brainer, isn’t it? Your life sounds like a dream”.
“What if I told you that by living it those night time visions in your head cease? The end. Every time you retire to your bed you close your eyes, fall into the darkness and rise the next AM without having seen, heard or felt a thing. What then?”.
“Oh my gosh. That would be horrible. Like I said, sleeping is the best part for me as I can’t wait to dream and then the next day it keeps me thinking about what I’ve seen and its true meaning. My girlfriend thinks its cute but just says I’ve got an overactive imagination because I’m a bit childish but I don’t know. Like, what if those really are other versions of me, like your friend said? No, I don’t think I could give that up if that was the deal”.
“Thank you for being honest. I want you to add on a five hundred dollar tip, treat you and your girl to a few drinks and a meal. Make some fresh memories and dream some dreams for me as well because not all of us are capable”.
The waitress smiled and went on her way with a spring in her step.
“She is my innocence. We really are pieces of each others imaginations. I’m the part of her that wanted to grow up, put the work in and strike it rich but she’s simply too comfortable in her one room apartment chasing these visions in her head with a steady object of affect as she’s stuck in a dead end job that offers endless conversations and random meetings with people that she finds way more pleasure in than financial accomplishment and actualization of her true potential. Thats her Reality Tunnel”. she said, lightly sighing. “The sword is double edged”.
“Do you envy her it?”.
In a way, she did but was comforted as well. “I’m actually glad for her. She is another me, isn’t she? At least she’s happy with her dreams and safe little reality in which things unfold as expected and she never stops long enough to draw the links between all of the separate bits. I get why you told her to leave now”. She’d noticed that beyond a cursory glance or two in their direction the waitress was now back to business and the whole interaction had been filed into her head as another day at the office. It was highly unlikely, no matter what she thought or dreamt again, that she’d ever stop and ponder the significance of what was said in this meeting. She simply wasn’t seeking and thus quite content to run along the same old treadmill in her head that thought it had all the big questions answered and the rest was there purely for entertainment. No such luck for her as she was constantly thinking, weighing up the options and trying to stay one step ahead of the rest whilst never clicking why she never truly felt like she fit in or what caused the difference that preferred distance to connection to societies basic resonance that the waitress delighted in.
“Wait a minute” she said “Does that mean if I shake the habit of daydreaming and wondering whats beneath the surface of every little thing then I too may be able to close my eyes and night and see visions as well? Thats what you said, isn’t it? After all, if she’s me and she can dream but is too rigid in her thinking to be intuitive and draw the links whereas I’m doing the flip and generating huge profits by making what others can’t imagine happen then surely if I change the variables I command then the outcome would shift, wouldn’t it?”.
Pain and healing, what a wonderful feeling of releasing the dead skin that kept me trapped in the mindset of Victim when Victor always was, is and will be an option because its not how it starts but how you end it. Flip the script, then begin again because the vicious circle just became a spiritualized spiral. Ascend:
Welcome to the next level of the Game, my friend. I’m here and I want you to get on this wavelength as the things of which you’re capable are amazing. Amnesiac gods, ring any bells? This is what you’ve been trained to forget as you run the treadmill instead…
Me and the pre existing one – that comes in many names and flavors but truly abhors all labels as its a state to be imperienced within and thus can’t be found when one sticks their head into scripts then pretends to munch still pics, frozen, from times way before them as they miss what unfolds in the moment thanks to the chatter in their heads – are identical. So are you, my friend.
Its a present. Open it. Release the gift.
I say that to say this:
Pain and healing, what a wonderful feeling to be me, once again. A familiar newness that is dazzling in its brilliance as that once calloused consciousness fell to the side and revealed the fresh skin that had been growing within, waiting and developing to make its grand appearance in the Game we all play by using our Souls as credits. I look back at the process, the events and the steps that led, and can’t help but shake my head with a grin as I think:
You see? Thats the test. Thats the test, my friend, and sadly many people fail on the first attempt and are, instead, content to sit on the side line. A bit playa in their own performance. If that isn’t a fate worse that death where a little slice of hell is doled out in steady drips then I don’t know what is. Sadly many are so entranced by this, the allure of the label in lieu of direct imperience, that they’d rather run for the hills, screaming, than take that Journey within to the depths of their consciousness where the inner child does dwell.
He Knows the Prime because, like riding a bike, never one forgets which is why ye need to freeget instead as thats the key to a new melody played with far greater depth and effortless skill. Let me back up a bit and lace you with some Game that says:
The best thing about this is there is nothing to learn, just what you never remembered to forget by divorcing the present moment in a most acrimonious split, back when. What do I mean by this? Simple:
You take the most depressed, stressed and or hurting person and pretend you could flick a switch that erased the story in their head. Tell me, my friend, do you think their symptoms would still manifest as they did? “Course they wouldn’t, thats impossible”. The cure and the poison dwell within and when you comprehend that you can either feed and water the weeds or roses then you’ll catch my drift and ascend because the cloud floating overhead sees the rain that fell, pooled into a ocean and then was frozen, formed and molded into the snowman that reps most Souls inner realms.
Thats all you have to lose and its not something you ever wanted but now you’ve got it, what are you gonna do with it? Like I said, off rip, its not how it starts but where you end so if ye dare to do the Knowledge by embracing the darkness within you may just find the dazzling illumination of your true strengths that were hid by the tale of pain and suffering that many refuse to befriend as they were trained to look out instead. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered why nature, the most miserly yet abundant force there is, built a fully functioning optical lens but placed it inside the dark cave of your head? Let this light shine again and you’ll resurrect your Self and when you do I’ll be here to listen what you’ve seen and Witnessed because each one, teach one is the only method that makes sense as our inner realms are intense and private ergo there is no such thing as a psychological GPS with programmed predestination as one makes the Path by walking.
As you can probably tell thats the real and authentic version that life mimics with its psycho-social treadmill laced with opiate like effects for those who begrudgingly tread upon the only option they were trained to Thunk exists as another well formed brick of ignorance the world uses to build divisions that don’t exist beyond your own personal investment in the narrative they pimp. There always was, is and will be another option. The Path of Power is what I call it and only those who choose themselves dare set foot upon it because what I said, back then, about you being the only playa in the Game is empirically verifiable as the pre and post version of your Self that dwells in your head after doing the Knowledge is akin to a snowman that was scared to death of melting recollecting “Oh yes, I’m the same as the cloud from which the rains did drip and sing as they imperienced immense acceleration in their descent to this realm before taking some time to frolic with the rest as we passed through the concentration camp wing of the System that we treat like what was dropped in the cuckoos nest, back when, and, in the process, forget the true nature of Self which is, was and will be present within, just waiting for me to click that my consciousness doesn’t begin or end with the flesh as that is what simply modulates the reference of pure energetics that manifest as me, here, now, in the present moment”.
Its a wonderful feeling when you find that still bit in the midst of the pain and healing as you come to dwell in a state I’ve termed being Centered in Self because this does what it says on the tin as that familiar newness washes over your freshly cleansed sentience so you sit there, with a grin, Knowing, for certain, you are an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing, made flesh in this Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits on the highest level of challenge that finesses billions, daily, via the use of a handful of tricks that are old as the hills but have one thing in common:
They always, always, always, always direct your attention anywhen but within. Turn your senses around, my friend, and dare to live the dictum that get free or thrive trying is the only sane option on this floating insane asylum because when whatever everyone else has done, without question, builds a world like this then its obviously not working. Exactly as intended…
Look at a child. They live without limits. They don’t believe in anything. Know why? Belief is a poor substitute for Knowing. They step in with that connection, that certainty, that embodiment. Its Self evident and anyone around them can’t help but feel uplifted by the buoyant spirit of Inner Sense as it reignites the embers within them that currently dwell beneath layers upon layers of conditioning. See why I said that all beliefs are inherently limiting? Thing is most people can’t imagine being without them and thus are doomed to live and die as prisoners of their subconscious as this is where said concepts rest and exert their influence upon their day to day awareness. That a pretty wild image, isn’t it?
The saddest part about this trick is those beliefs are written in brightly colored inks with a childs scrawl as they were penned during their formative stages of embodiment. Thats is a very ugly truth but its what beats in the chest of the Adulterated and they dare not examine it because this parasitical state of consciousness ensures your investment goes where it directs and not the loose threads you could pull and reintegrate your Self by unravelling the narrative that I’d be willing to bet isn’t empowering. This is why the greatest enemy lives inside your head and you not only Thunk they’re you’re best friend, you believe you’re actually them. That is, by and large, the craziest thing about life on this planet. The second has to be how people will rail and protest against this, even though they’re miserable in their current role as living hostages. It usually takes someone who has been pushed to the brink in order to be willing to Know the Ledge as a lot of people are so plugged in to this construct that the idea of disconnection seems like a death sentence. Which it is. For the Adulteration. Basically, the Path of Power is a process of unlearning and uses the gift of introspection to forge a link with your imagination as you, once again, step back into the Kingdom below the neck which is actually your divine heritage and true inheritance. In order to make this happen you have to be willing to grant your Self the freedom to think different and, with a pinch of pretend mixed in with some guidance, you’ll soon be making miracles because once you taste liberation you’ll never accept any form of domination again. Until you’ve tried the alternative you truly can’t comprehend what I’m saying because its a literal weight off your shoulders (or anywhere else thats hurting) as you lose the numbness and regain your presence as king of your dome and master of your awareness.
Its like seeing the code of the Matrix, or wearing a pair of They Live specs, after this because you’ve shifted your resonance into a place of wonder thats filled with a familiar newness I call Inner Sense. Its a heck of a lot more fun and way less stress than being Adulterated, that much is for certain, but you’d be surprised at how many people are addicted to their misery. What is at the root of all this? Beliefs. Look at the nature of that spell, my friend, “Be a leaf” they said as they stitched this artificial constraint onto a natural process inside your head then painted it green inside your subconscious. Imagine, in a parallel realm, everything is identical to this moment except the spell they used there is “Bebrick”. See how quickly you’d reject it then as you have another vantage? Now its dangerous hue, its artificially constrained shape with pointy straight edges and underpinned feelings of pain, rage and shame would be so Self evident that you’d turn to them and say “All bebricks are inherently limiting“. I’ll let you guess the reaction of those people on that planet.
Words are weapons and thoughts are things. Its so Devilish, friends, as they keep whats right in front of your vision hidden and are totally confident you won’t find it because its Self evident and most people are entirely ignorant of the Kingdom within. The trick is the cure grows right along with the poison and the amazing thing about leaves is they wither and can be shed if not constantly fed so why not let them go and see what buds instead of this constant drain on your psychospiritual resources that generally makes you stressed and miserable due to living a performance instead of being direct and authentic as you truly wish. Always an option, no matter how well its hidden. With this gnosis you can rewrite your internal OS and suddenly the pills and potions and various other coping mechs are rendered useless because this is what they promise but never deliver:
Its what we secretly seek in all relationships, religion and riches when the truth of the matter is it can’t be bought, traded or gifted. One must be willing to put the work in and grant it to themselves. Now, consider we, as a species, are inherently drawn to pleasure and away from pain so you need to go against the grain and ignore the voice in your head as it rails and protests whilst offering countless suggestions and alternatives because each step you take to debrick signals a death knell for its reign of terror thats ending. Always an option. Try this:
Grab a pad a pen and answer this question:
“What do you believe about your Self?”.
Keep asking and answering. Better yet do it with both hands, red and black ink, as detailed in the link. The results can be quite interesting. You want to keep going until you start feeling the feelings and the statements become more and more simple like “I’m bad”, “I’m stupid” or “I’m unwanted”. These are the routines and commands that are etched inside your subconscious and run your day to day. Scary, isn’t it? Also shows why the world is how it is because all of this infantile posturing and conflict from the interpersonal upto the geopolitic is based on these imprints because the wounded womb hurts the seeds its births as this social sickness infects one generation after the next. You, right now, at the solution to this worldwide problem because all you can change in this Game is your mind. Funny thing is when that happens the rest shifts to accommodate your new old wavelength and thats how it feels to be a true playa in the flesh vs one that is being operated by forces that which they refuse to comprehend due to the immense fear and dread within that ensures they know plenty about everything but nothing about their Self.
