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Everyone falls for this scam. Including you. The question is are you willing to admit you’ve been fooled in order to become wise or will you die on the lie and reap what you sow when it comes to the end of this Game you’re playing by inserting your Soul as a credit? Whats the scam? Simple, this:

We are energetic beings, first and foremost. Before, during and after this realm you are pure consciousness that manifests via the resonance of the Witness that powers the Observer Effect which allows this dimension to coalesce wherever you place your attention. Without you, none of this exists as it would just dwell as unrealized potential hence why women glow when pregnant as a new light, shining, is being prepped for this realm and will see from its own unique perspective when manifest. Once they step into the world their Inner Sense is free flowing but it will soon be damned with all kinds of obstacles that cause immense frustration and leads this state to dim – thanks to the non stop conditioning heaped upon them via the System that tells them what (and not how) to think. See why I call this process Thunk, instead? After this they fall for the trick of being divided from their internal Kingdom as they now dwell in Adulteration as their fragmented, unexamined awareness starts speaking to them and directing their actions, thus they live out the rest of their lives like a puppet on a string dancing at the ever shifting whims of a madman in their head they Thunk is them as they never stopped to introspect or ask themselves:

“Wait a minute. How can I be this voice when I’m obviously that which listens?“.

If you’ve ever wondered or attempted to quantify the difference between that radiant Inner Sense of childhood and what you ended up with in your grip once Adulterated but found it quite difficult now you know the reason. Its a (false) self protective mechanism for this intrusive presence which lulls most people into living a strange Game of Simon Says… as they daily murder their authentic potential by listening to its suggestions and then enacting them. All via the voice in their heads that they Thunk is them. Admit it, did you fall for the scam? Did you feel a sense of discomfort reading this? Was the siren sound wailing within attempting to distract your attention, elsewhen? For it anything is better than you knowing this because you coming back to life, back to reality and placing your true Self at the helm signals a fate worse than death for the one who pretends to be you as it jacks your potential to live its life instead. Not for nothing are mind and mined homonyms because that is exactly what happens within and thus the Devilish tongue comes with its own hints for those who are paying attention on this level. Choosing ignorance can be most expensive but, like I said, everyone falls for this scam. Including you. Knowing the difference can make all of the difference because most of the pain, rage and suffering in this realm is due entirely to something that doesn’t exist and is, quite literally, a figment of your imagination.

Its had the entire world in its grip for the past few thousand years and counting. All you see around, bright and dim, stands as testament to its flawed ways of Thunking which allow the occasional flash of genius to manifest if it can slip through its web, unmangled. This is usually seen in those who transcend its schemes and come back to their prime state of direct resonance I termed Inner Sense with no judgements and evaluations to provide their own tint aka Adulteration aka the second nature you know so well as you quietly lament that which you feel is no longer present within. Instead they are powered by imagination, intuition and a strong, curious sense that is not content with surface level explanations and second hand perspectives. They must Know the Ledge. Anything less is bondage.

In order to make up for this absence the entire race invents all kinds of things and symbols in attempt to fill the void in their chests as they then manufacture proof for the lies they tell themselves. Secretly, they are all aware of this fib but most would rather die than admit it. They will, most assuredly, then what I speak of will become evident but it will be too late to do anything about it because the entire raison d’etre of this parasitical being is to keep you coming back for another spin because the Game won’t play itself and its needs your Soul as a credit in exchange for the debts you know well that keep you chained to the mill. Call them karma, original sin or even a good old fashioned mortgage (a word that means measure of death because you’ll spend your life repaying it. Another hint of the trick that holds billions within its grip) the facts are the same. An illusion. That only works if you accept, on some level, you are willing to be pimped and fall for it. If you trust a liar, who is to blame, in the end?

See, children are impressionable and perceive this force invisible when they first step in. What do you think they are pointing at, giggling in the crib, as it amuses them by creating all types of sensations and things for their newly incarnated awareness? It then slithers in along with their perception of the five sensory realm and begins its process of doorstepping their consciousness in order to induce a state of hypnosis that folds them in on their Self. The longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch and this is how so many are sucked in because many no longer have a Spiritual Immune System thanks to its presence and general lack of awareness for countless generations as things like this are never spoken of or highlighted because the one who says so is generally hated as his words are seen as an attack on all they hold sacred. This is actually the secret truth of the mid (and quarter) life crisis as the Spiritual Immune System in some Souls uprises and attempts to smash through their conditioning as they click they never intended to spend their entire life two stepping on a psycho-social treadmill. Usually this is the cue to do something dumb as the opposing counter swing to freedom that misses the state in the mid I call Centered in Self before they are forced to slot back in, like a good brick, and keep doing what the voice in their head says till they meekly inherit the earth they were promised as its poured over the corpse thats lowered in at the end of their spin.

The most powerful tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of their Victim. To realize this is to flip the script and this is what they dread because they need you to accept what they give and remain in a one step removed existence which I call dwelling in the Mind Made Prison because that is exactly what it is. Most folks are hell bent on making the ascent up the mythical pyramid of success. Why? Because this is what the voice in their head and the world it built tells them is what they’re seeking. See, the best part of the trick is the over identification with the Opponent as then it can employ all kinds of slick effects to hide its presence and make its hosts subconscious rumbles of discontent seem like they’re coming from someone else. Stop and think about this:

There is a prime state within that is pure and direct that I call Inner Sense. You once accessed it well, with no need of education or instruction as it was like a spring well that bubbled freely with no effort and limitless abundance. This is why children grow, are intensely creative and curious as well. Find me one of the Adulterated who hosts these three traits and I’ll show you someone who has transcended the trick and is back at the helm of their own consciousness. Back when, these were called the mystics and generally they disconnected from society and chilled by themselves as that is when the real Game begins as they think “Its my Soul and I’m going home with it” at the end of the spin and make the required preparations as they realize the horrifying truth of this realm and its institutionalized corruption that houses a thirst never quenched, no matter how much Inner Sense it taints via its predatory presence.

A lot fail in this attempt, many didn’t even know what they were railing against and end up in a no mans land where they are a step up from the rest of the living hostages and must be made an example of accordingly. Know what we call them? Schizophrenics. “Something I don’t know is putting thoughts in my head” they said as they felt an increasing sense of paranoia that some undefined force was out to get them. Both are totally valid as then the Opponent deals from another deck and offers them personalized hallucinations of terror and madness as opposed to the vague sense of threat at the edge which keeps the rest in check and dutifully stepping on the mill via the limits placed within their heads they’re carefully to coloring and thus will never, ever question who built said image and to what end. Against the so called schizophrenics the System dispatches its minions who wield various accreditations as testament to their ignorance of whats actually happening in order to prove the concepts of autonomy and freedom as a living human are a total illusion as they are then persecuted and drugged to within an inch of their lives. Not to cure them, oh no. Its to stop them talking. Haven’t you ever wondered why every single so called schizo, from its historical inception to the current moment, regardless of race, sex, intelligence or any parameter you pick has always said the same thing? “Something I don’t know is putting thoughts in my head”. Where are the allegedly empirical scientists that profess to see the world through the eyes of pure logic as surely this is a statistically significant sample that is worthy of impartial investigation. Don’t hold your breath for this to happen. The silence is deafening but most don’t hear it because of what it says about the rest. Themselves included.

See, these seeds of enlightenment fell upon the pavement their (false) self built over the fertile grounds of their now urbanized garden. It causes an immense sense of panic and fear for the Opponent which the Victim Thunks is happening to them. Its why discernment is essential as one must click they are not only the thoughts and thinking but the thinker as well. Can you see how subtle this is? Contrast that with the welders mitt level of sensitivity most possess when it comes to navigating their inner realms (as well as the total lack of depth the Devilish language brings for sharing this imperience) and you’ll see why the scam is so effective that it runs, unchecked, for countless generations. Not only this but the people venerate their own form of oppression as a symbol of liberation! Talk about not knowing your elbow from your rear end. Anyway, its your ass on the line because everyone falls for this scam, no matter how stupid or intelligent, because it tailors its pitch perfect. Taking it back to the children:

The baby that once giggled in its crib as it pointed at the patterns of light swirling in front of it that seemed to pop out and grab their attention with zero effort but were also entertaining is now around five or six. They are lying in bed, scared to death, barely breathing. They are attempting to make themselves invisible and trying their best to be brave even though they are more than aware of this invisible threat that is hidden under the bed or someplace else. It has a malicious intent. It does not like them and its intrusions have became more and more frequent. The childs parents warned them “I don’t want to hear a peep about these ghosts and demons. We got you that light you wanted and we’ve checked under the bed” and other such threats which not only undermine the childs confidence they also invalidate their imperience which says “There is a clear and present threat that is hidden, just outside your awareness, that we must deal with”.

These are the screams of the dregs of your Spiritual Immune System doing its thing. By now its been under assault since you stepped in and its shields are in shreds because the Opponent preps his host the moment they start breathing. Its much like spiritual child abuse in that respect and everyone has been tainted by the experience. The physical equivalent, whether sexual, intellectual or actual violence is just part of this same thing that has the intent to force you to buy in to the (false) selfs narrative via the use of any and all weapons. This time its as a protective mechanism to prevent the realization of these events and that is also why its most often parents or those they knew well who treat them like this whilst instilling a code of silence that further fractures the childs nascent awareness. A house divided, yes? No wonder people lean on external things and ask them to grant them strength as they’re divorced from the unlimited well of innerG within that is being mined from their minds by these vampires of sentience.

Some people are aware of this trick and decided “We can’t beat it, so lets join it and generate profits instead”. Those will be most vocal about what I said as they are the agents of said force and thus are all quite rich and powerful. Have you ever looked at who owns everything and drew the common link that binds them? Remember, this parasite holds the whole world in its grip and, worst of all, you Thunk you are it. They have but a handful of tricks and they’re as old as the hills because they’re simply that effective. Go against the grain and its “Off with his head!” but whats the alternative? Usually it involves secrets, blackmail and or public defamation using real or made up things. It matters not as its all about perception in the Game hence most people Thunk Churchill was a saint when the occulted aspects of history tell a different tale. Same with your so called “leaders” in the modern age because the spell of poli ticks says many leeches for those who Know the Ledge ergo if your vote could change anything you wouldn’t have access to it. Like psychedelics. Haven’t you ever wondered how nature can be outlawed whilst synthetics with patents are pimped as the go to quick fix? Introduce someone who is depressed or filled with PTSD symptoms to a guided sesh with shrooms and other herbal friends then you’ll Witness an immense reduction in stress because they come face to face with the event they had suppressed and thus the Pattern melts when bought into consciousness and examined in the present moment. There are other ways of doing this which involving breathing in circles for extended periods which generates a similar state of release but takes much more effort. In may ways the entire race is jangling chains of their past traumatic inheritance – both personal and inherited – and thus we as individuals and a collective lumber under the pain of this suffering that dwells just under the surface of our so called civilization. In many ways these are the demons of which I’ve been speaking. Thoughtforms or vampires of consciousness that fracture Inner Sense in order to place themselves at the helm of those who Know not the Ledge and thus cannot protect themselves or the coming generations from this mass madness that has billions in its grip and is in no rush to relent all of its Victims that Thunk they’re it.

The ancestors knew this well and predicted the time coming when thieves would be kings, morals would all slip whilst ignorance will be sold as wisdom to people who cannot tell the difference and care even less as they’re too caught up in consuming and trying to get ahead. Trust will evaporate as it will be every man for his (false) self with greed as the standard to which most cling as siblings envy their kin and friends become villains that plot the demise of those they detest for having more than them whilst presenting affable grins in order to get close and stick the knife in. Nobody will be content. Beauty will begin and end at the skin ergo there will be a raging emptiness within that consumes everything but still cannot be filled. Pious gowns and stately dress will hide wicked intent and avarice as they outwardly preach tolerance and benevolence whilst privately filling their coffers with the wages of sin and devilishness. Sages will be persecuted and crucified in public for trying to uplift the collective and shake this demonic torpor from them as the crowds themselves are baying for more bloodshed and violence whilst missing the message of salvation. Many prophets will be killed, like unwanted fetuses, and the worlds, both outside and within, will become totally unbalanced in times of universal conflicts that will be hallmark of the lowest level to which mankind can sink as they wander around disconnected from their true magnificence and choose self destruction instead but label it something else like entertainment or relaxation.

A part of me really does wonder, at depth, if the willhelpme project is a worthwhile attempt to reintroduce balance to this realm because its like standing against not one but multiple worlds. And for what? In the end? Liberation? They say the highest compassion springs from one who is freed from this realm but chooses not to heart for the exit at the end of his spin but come back again and sprinkle a little Knowledge to help the rest at the time they most need it. Thing is said Soul in question is obviously well invested in the intent of getting free from the web of the Third Dimension and thus carries out his goals from one life to the next whereas the rest couldn’t care less about the whole Game of Souls things as they are so well indoctrinated on life itself from second hand sources that they Thunk there is no need to look within as they scream “YOLO!” from tortured lips and tired eyes that look out at a corrupted world totally devoid of Inner Sense. They say people perish due to a lack of Knowledge. The world as it stands is testament to this, and yet, when I feelsee from a higher vantage at the periscope/telescope effect of the Fourth Dimension that works like a mill it seemed all was functioning, exactly as intended. That then includes me, even though I’m in but not of this realm, ergo might as well place my bets on Self and keep on keeping on in order to see what happens because one of the benefits of the preincarnational mindwipe is the sense of newness and discovery once plugged back in to the Matrix as you don a new suit made of skin for another spin in the Game we’re all playing by inserting our Souls as credits.

Run this back. Read it again. Tell me then if a flicker of remembrance, long dimmed, starts shining within or if it flew straight over your chest because that, not the brain, is the true seat of consciousness and from what most are disconnected but desperately yearning a link as they’ll look anywhere but within as they do not click you only find enlightenment by walking into the darkness and facing the fears and things which initially disconnected you from your Inner Sense, back when. Either that or keep jingling the chains you inherited and will pass on to your children because, as far as I can tell, what they’re shoveling to their Slaves is not the only option but many dare not examine their internal OS after it was craftily mangled by the System because they’re sitting in a zone of discomfort, surrounded by distractions, and in the grip of a devil they know well ergo anything against must, by default, be wicked. Thats the greatest trick. The scam everyone falls for. Including you. You could say its the main challenge of this level. A boss fight, if you will, that takes place within your unfinite awareness against your (false) self thats been at the helm for most of your life sentence up until this moment and never been questioned.

Dare ye Know the Ledge? How many people are still playing the tutorial and wonder why life is so boring as they, day in, day out, do the same thing and step on the psycho-social treadmill designed to keep this truth hidden. Know: There is more, way more, to all of this than you suspect because when the base totality of your reality is that you’re wearing flesh, on a planet, that floats through the abyss as it chases a fireball, off into the distance its easy to tell how the rest built on this is more than questionable as the initial premise is so ridiculous.

Welcome to the Game, my friend. I died and came back again in order to tell you this.

Till we meet again

Look at life, from any lens you wish. There is only one argument really. “You’re wrong, I’m right. You should (fill in the blank) this”. Now, I’ll admit I’ve done this as much as the next but let me share something that clicked and changed everything:

Pretend everyone in this realm is given a camper wagon/mobile home type thing. Each night as you sleep the tank is filled and, upon rising, you can do what you wish.

Doesn’t that sound amazing? A huge mobile community with the freedom to be wherever they wish as they explore the lands, cross the seas and make happy memories from those they meet that are also on their own voyage of discovery. Now lets switch the above for flesh and the fuel which powers it:

Consciousness.

Every night, during your quickening (called so because its obvious dreamtime is highly compressed in reference to the speed of this realm), your tank is filled. Do with it what you will upon rising. This is why the first words out of my lips upon realigning to this dimension are those of gratitude as with that the latitude of my attitude is set for the day. Now, moving back to the happy campers, imagine they spend all day wheelspinning in front of someone they detest who happens to want to go someplace else. Sounds stupid doesn’t it? Like “Go on your way, do you thing and I’ll do mine because you are not going to change my wavelength as its my vehicle, my tank and intent that powers it so why the hell are you sitting there with an engine screaming for my attention?”. I don’t have to tell you the point I’m making because it is in no way subtle.

The only argument worth engaging in this life is the one against your own ignorance. Know why? Because either way, you win. 81% of the people on the planet at the moment will never, ever consider this perspective because they’re too busy pointing the finger outside and not noticing the three that reflect the true cause of the problem. Them. Within. To take it to another level what if you were the only sentient being in this realm (truly all you can prove and of which be certain via the primacy of consciousness) and everyone else was a figment of your imagination? The same is also true for them because they interact not with you as you is but what they interpret via various filters of awareness that dwell in their subconscious. This is why ten people can meet one man and draw wildly different opinions about him. Its all literally in your head.

Bit of tangent but its a related thread in the tapestry of humanity and I’m just sprinkling seeds for those who can hear me.

Way before the digital version of willhelpme was a thing I wanted to buy an island and spend my life in quiet contemplation as, on some level, I got this and realized you can’t change anyone else so why even bother with the attempt when you can use that voltage to shine light in your darkness with the intent of making this your last incarnation in this realm. Thats the “Get free or thrive trying” mindset that I spoke of in another missive. Obviously certain things kicked like a brush with death, some sex magic, drugs and hypnosis and here I am typing this from my current frame of reference. In a nutshell that wasn’t an option and yet, ironically, I did the same thing in other ways but not in the way I’d imagined. What did I learn during my extended isolation that was filled with lots of contemplation as I recoded my internal OS?

That the only argument worth engaging in this life is the one against your own ignorance.

Problem is, for most people, this is a badge of honor that defines their all of everything and thus to examine it with critical thinking makes their brow wrinkle because it seems like you’re dissing their tradition. I shared, elsewhen, the madness of buying mince, onions, chillies, herbs and spices then raging you ain’t eating rice pudding before heading out of the door to procure the same ingredients. This is, pretty much, what everyone on the planet does because they go to bed, their awareness is refreshed (more gas in the tank) and the camper wagon of the flesh that is wrapped around their consciousness can be taken on any type of trip you wish. What do people do? Amuse themselves to death in between seemingly never ending streams of conflict. These can range from small suppressed rages against your boss to full on fights with your spouse or well as yelling at a driver or unloading on your kids because they did something irritating. Ask your Self:

Do any of these ever change a thing? Nope. They do not. Children who are born to strict (usually religious) parents simply learn to become alert and better at deception as they try to live up to an image they expect because the alternative will be a whupping or the psychological equivalent of disapproval. The guy who cut in without signaling is not the problem. He is simply a cherry on the cake of your previously suppressed emotions due to your wife letting you have it the other night and then your boss giving someone else credit for a job you did well.

Whats the common denominator in all of this? You, my friend. Know thy Self. Its the only sane option in a planet filled with lunatics that obviously have faulty wiring in their heads because why else would the species act in ways that are, frankly, ludicrous? Once I was so clever I wanted to change the world. Then I became wise and started changing myself. How many people do you know that are just retreads who are entrenched in what they believed since back when and don’t even click they can upgrade the OS inside their head which obviously isn’t working? Its always an option. Always. Thats the only argument worth taking up with the intent to with because its you against your (false) self from now till the end. Actually, lets backspin like its the Eighties for a second and shed some light on this:

Imagine you were playing a Game of Hide and Seek. You are instructed to close your eyes whilst the prizes are stashed, here and there, and your start counting. Something happens. You don’t know nor notice but when you come back to your senses you realize you have a noose around your neck they call a tie with some collars thrown in to make it obvious as well as couple of cuffs on your wrists as you sit behind the wheel screaming at some div that just cut in without signaling. Thats all you’ve got to lose because the true Game you came to play in this realm is hidden beneath this illusion you’re invested in and the price to play is conflict as all of these potentially happy campers with their free energy vehicles that could be chuntering, that way and this, are instead engaged in doing wheelspins outside their foes residence as they simply must teach them that their particular brand of brainwashing is correct and if they don’t believe then they’re infidels. Or whatever you call them. No bias toward spells as everyone does the same thing and its straight up nuttiness.

Thats the gift of isolation because when there is no one “out there” to blame and yet the inner landscape is the same as it was when you’re road raging then the question kicks “What the hell is happening?”. Thats when you start handling your biz and dealing with the crap in your head, the pain in your flesh (that stems from suppressed emotions) as well as the blood in your veins that contains your ancestors imperiences and so many other things. Thats when the Game truly begins. At least thats whats working well for me at this moment as I can safely say I’m happier and more content than I’ve ever been and compared to the current me the old one lived in misery. And yet, if you asked him, he’d disagree. Thats like water meeting tea, sugar and milk and saying “I am this” when, in reality, they’re actually the essential liquid and the rest are local variations. Imagine how stupid it would sound if the people of Teaistan were yelling at the Coffee Lands and issuing all kinds of threats and who knows what else because of their beverage preferences? Sounds stupid, doesn’t it? Thats the difference between feathers and anvils because once you spill enough blood or choose to remain willfully ignorant of the fact you are the current link in a chain of ignorance which possess the potential to make a difference for not just your Self but coming generations then its easy to carry on as programmed because ignorance is comfortable and change is threatening to one stuck in their ways in a weak daze as they drink to forget lives stress in a way that leaves them weakened after the weekend as they get out of bed and say “Good morning” aka “Happy funeral”. Told you these spells are straight up Devilish…

We’ve been meandering all over the place sprinkling seeds in your fertile imagination because I’m quite certain the next time you start doing one of things mentioned that lead to your previous Click-Whirr existence you’ll find your Self grinning as you recollect this missive and choose to make better decisions because there is a really good reason the gift of the present remains unwrapped for 81% of the denizens of this planet as they’ll do anything to avoid it hence Adulterated is what they are and enSlaved to ignorance. But you, you reading this, may just be one of the 8% who gets what I’ve just said and has the nous to apply it and realty test by making better decisions. Can you imagine if everyone did this? No more tyre screeching wheels spins. Instead we get to roving and exploring as we play the Game the way it was intended:

As a voyage of discovery and the endless amusement this bring. It doesn’t matter if you’re thinking of mobile homes of the flesh wrapped around your consciousness within which you’re currently residing as they’re all pointing at the same thing which is awaiting your Self realization because, should you wish, to choose this option then things get really, really abundant super, super quick as you start seeing the Game from another lens that is familiar in its newness as the long dimmed embers of Inner Sense roar into action as the Adulterated aspect of the (false) self is booted from helm and with it the noiZ in your head with its incessant suggestions as you becoming the living embodiment of the Psylense which is you but on a much higher level.

Am I speaking a load of BS or is the belief system in your head saying what I’ve shared is Self evident and thus testable as a valid option? Only one way to tell, yes? With that in mind I’m going to set another challenge which says that by the day of the Sun, in three rays hence, I shall share some new video content thats sure to make you think on something thats been in front of your lids for a large chunk of your existence and you never really noticed what it was saying. Reeleyez, my friend, that there is only one argument and that itself is a side effect of ignorance mixed with feeling uncertain wrapped up in a need to be correct because maybe, just maybe, you lack another perspective that I’ve termed Knowledge of Self that can flip everything you Thunk on its head as it renders visible the previously hidden Adulterant of your consciousness that is currently at the helm of your awareness as it plays its own Game within a Game that is a supremely slick and uber effective form of manipulation that switched the creamy milk in your head for watered down white liquid instead as it handed you the short end of the stick and said “Them. They’re the problem. Get em!”. Let me sign off with this:

When was the last time you argued with someone on how to blink? Sounds stupid, doesn’t it? And there’s the hint. Anything you Know is correct and in its optimal configuration works perfectly as intended and thus there is nothing to convince or defend because the results are Self evident. And yet, even adding one layer of verbiage to this basic function can lead to results like this thanks to the nature of programming, expectation and acceptance:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. Now you know what are you willing to do about it?

Till we meet again

As a race we have never been freer to embrace the good and bad within than we are at the present moment. I’d highly, highly recommend you take as much of this freedom as you can get and apply it in ways that allow you to bring forth the multitude of talents from within because the benefit will be immense, especially if you are seeking salvation. Not only for you and your lineage but the rest of the planet as well. Walk with me, lets step into the stream of time and look back at older events as a way to make sense of the present:

There was a vibe, brutally enforced not long ago, where man couldn’t say out loud anything that went against the grain. There was an edict in place that defined the state of play and you best do the best you could do to fit within otherwise the range of options extends from excommunication to execution. Take your pick. Most people lived and died within close proximity of where they were conceived, family and community relationships were primary and this kept a lot of free thinking in check as it simply wasn’t tolerated, accepted or expected. Anyone who tried to color outside the lines would find their own kith and kin be quick to chide because of how it reflects on them. Imagine a group of people dressed in white and you’ve been digging a ditch, they are scared of the filth you may use to tarnish their image in this realm where it was so important to fit in. The information available to the public was limited, don’t expect such things as a free press. Heck, most people were kept in the dark and fed BS due to being totally illiterate. Some would say neither there or them or us in the present, think about it for a moment as there are but a handful who sit at the apex and decide what runs in all major mainstream publications and thus filters into your awareness.

Where was I? Oh yes, boundaries were so common that they were invisible and ever present. Life was repetitious and you did what you were told. Round and round it goes until things shift. Hippies, womens lib, the advances of tech, political legislation of what they accept and that they reject, shifts in the educational System and means of mass cultural indoctrination via the presence of media and the symbols it presents to many layers of awareness as well as so many movements that occur under the sheath of darkness and yet wield a massive influence when it comes to mass consciousness.

And here we are. You, me and everyone else is a product of this. Indeed, to most its like a stream is to fish. It defines their whole reality and thus is rendered invisible and hard to see because there is no point of reference that doesn’t mention its presence ergo “I am society, society is me”. Its easy to see how this way to be traces back to the dark manifesto mentioned previously in which the collective ruled the roost and you did as you were told. The chains may change but the effect remains the same and each link is, in effect, a propagation of the original will that furnished the race with this accessory to their presence. No man is an island but that only hints at the fact that we share a common resonance and thus this desire to connect can be exploited, very well, by those who place themselves in the middle and thus become invisible in the process. Consider language and its spells that you use to encode your internal OS, for example.

We currently Witness an immense freedom which most willfully choose to ignore as they are held in a frame of the same tension Patterns they inherited from their lineage which was trained to exist as illustrated. Imagine this – We take some gelatin and hot water, place it into a bowl, give it a chill and let it set. Once we remove the surroundings the molded will hold the basic shape. Sure there is some wobble and flex but the Pattern is ingrained into the structure which manifests. Lets imagine for a moment this jelly had sentience and it thinks “I wobble, therefore I am”. Some may find this pleasurable, the variance in concepts of Self. Like jumping on a trampoline and saying “Whee!” as its the thrill of pushing boundaries whilst knowing, down deep, you’re entirely safe due to the security that was Witnessed during the time of coagulating slowly. Others take it as a threat. They know their limits and wish to stay as far as way from them as possible. Not one to upset the apple cart as they are under immense internal tension and thus wish to distance from the edge and may, to others, appear hard and rigid. Both of them are shaped and yet their internal imperiences are so different when compared from a critical lens.

Now, for a moment, lets imagine these two bowls of flavored gel that can ponder their awareness and reflect on the signals from within are placed on a windowsill as the sun beams in and does its thing. What happens? What do you predict their internal responses will be to the events as the added heat brings a loosening of the links which gave them their defining trait as influenced by the mold into which they were placed? Correct. The nervous one would literally quiver and shake as it felt its life as they knew it melting away, bit by bit. The level of threat perceived to its concepts of (false) selfhood would be so immense that it would literally feel like its world is being broken down and it couldn’t take it. Anxiety through the roof. Cue much gnashing and wailing with “Won’t somebody think about the children!” and other proclamations designed, first and foremost, to bring attention to it and then the message because they hope someone notices the heat is causing them to melt and places them back in the fridge so they can lower the vibration and once again feel set in the comfortable misery that they used to define themselves. This zone of discomfort is also known as the Mind Made Prison that was erected inside your head whilst forming.

The one that is more secure, on the other hand, would be sitting right next to this wreck with a sense of wonderment. “Something new is happening and I have no clue what it is… And yet there is a sense of familiarness. Lets see where this heads”. It feels like shaking and pushing up against the edge that it knows as that previously happy and flowing presence that it used to frolic within since the day it was set but there is a difference. Something is happening on a level below and yet beyond its current state of comprehension. “Interesting” it thinks “It feels like there were divisions within that seemed so solid and linked together my coherence and yet that is what was actually preventing freedom”. Quite a philosophical desert treat, I’m sure you’ll agree but its simply taking the same signals that its friend who is quivering at the nature of the threat it faces and decoding them a different way. Why? Its all due to the database of imperiences which molded them. The subconscious Rolodex that contains everything and communicates solely via Psylense in the present moment.

The first anxious jelly had had a hell of a time getting set. The mix was careless, water not the optimal temp, forgotten on the counter before eventually being poured in to a not fully cleansed mold and dropped into a fridge that was unplugged in the middle of its creation and then hastily reconnected to allow it to set. For this poor wretch it was a fight for survival from the moment it stepped into this realm and thus it welcomes the limitations that it uses to define itself because they provide strength to hold together the pieces that otherwise would still languish in a state of unrealized potent. This set of imperiences colors not only the world it views and concepts of Self but also, more importantly, the way it interprets data provided by its nervous system and awareness. Its like “I fought to hard to get here that everything which makes me shift, in any direction, is bad for my health so give me solid predictability and I will agree with everything else”.

Now we know about basic chemical processes. The jelly is obviously far more than the sum of its parts as the reasoning illustrates well. It evidently possesses a deeper realm of inner hopes, dreams and feelings that none would suspect when looking at the surface. On a cursory inspection who could tell the difference between it and its well secured friend whose gestation was totally different?

Same jelly, same water, same everything. All of the components were identical but there were immense differences as well. The granules were poured precisely, measured to sit in ratio thats perfect with water that was heated then cooled to the ideal temp. The bowl was sanitized to create the ideal environment and the one creating the mix then pouring it in did so with heart centered awareness, totally present in the moment, investing so much of their effort as they knew the beginning defined the end as well as the Journey in the middle and they intended to craft a sublime experience. From the start when granules met warm water and were smoothly whisked the jelly, whose awareness had been slumbering in a state of powdered vibration, felt the thrill kick in. A sense of quickening that was all together exhilarating and, like a child playing, it was thoroughly in the moment as it felt its potential steadily expanding as new links formed within. With joy and wonderment it became aware of its Self, the difference between the edge where the glass bowl does sit holding it in containment as well as the freedom in the mid and its propensity for vibration along with the nature of spin that was steadily coalescing.

As it was happily playing on the counter, enjoying its Self it noticed a mild but statistically significant state of dampening. “Thats interesting” it thinks and wonders where this is heading as it dives fully into the imperience. The bonds inside start linking, there is a design, an ambiance, a coherence it finds quite comforting and then its gently picked up, walked across the kitchen and placed into the fridge where its enveloped by cool darkness. “Wow, this is is something” it grins to itself, having never previously imperienced anything like this as the previous expansion is now inverted into accelerated contraction that brings forth a new strength and solidity into its awareness . “I feel powerful, resonant. I am jelly, see me flex” it thinks as it flits around its embodiment, pushing against the glass and realizing it won’t shift. “So I am me, I have vibes and this thing, this other which isn’t is solid and yet transparent. I can see through it but can it Witness me? Does it too possess a sense of individual identity? “Hello? Can you hear me?”” states the jelly as it taps against the mold when suddenly light pours in and he feels someone reaching in gently.

In that instant its world is turned upside down and the jelly feels like it will squeal with joy as the imperience itself is even more unique than it was previously. It slides easily from the grips of the mold as it gained in that time awareness of what is me and isn’t and thus relinquished the limits whilst retaining the structural identity. Except now its on its head, the world it new previously has been totally inverted and yet its also free. “Does this mean before I was imprisoned? Watching shadows in a cave as I created stories? Am I now looking at the objects that created that interplay? Oh what could it all mean?”.

Quite a cerebral jelly. Its amazing how complex a simple species can be when viewed internally with full awareness of the presence and the things pondered silently. First call of business? Push the limits and see. “Whee!” it screams. There are none, at least externally. “Oh my, this feels amazing!” it exclaims as it sets to pushing furiously and finding its structure provides a pleasurable resistance that feels quite spirally. The more it does the more it learns and integrates seamlessly as the database from which it draws its concepts from and the behavior this leads is underpinned via an inherent state of confidence and security that whatever happens can only lead to something better for me due to the awareness that “I remain unchanging throughout all, no matter how it seems”. This little jelly is entirely confident that it can handle whatever unfolds due to what has been previously as its inception, creation and maintenance have been handled assiduously by those around it.

So when him and his compadre, to whom he did try and speak but it seems he’s wrapped up internally. “Maybe a different language?” it reasons as it can see they’re of the same species but something feels different as the other one isn’t as merry. “A sad jelly indeed” it thinks, briefly as they’re introduced to the sun beam. “Oh my me, this is something quite spectacular indeed”. It begins to feel shifts. Freedom where the once were limits. Its like the swing it once sat in and pushed its legs to increase the rate of vibration has been switched to a rocket ship upon which it hitches a lift. No effort needed. “Something wonderful is happening” it thinks as it develops its felt sense. New signals coming in are ran through the database filtering filled with previous experience and it thinks “This reminds me of something. The beginning when we were whisked and went from powder stationary to a liquid like entity. I remember the birth of me. And yet its so different as well because there was a time when structure didn’t define reality. In many ways its like a flip of the cool darkness that chilled we. I wonder where this warm expansion without borders can lead? Who am I truly beneath these shifts?” it pondered, philosophically next to its anxiety racked friend whose world was ending, beat by beat, even though they were practically identical yet decoding the same inputs with far different intent.

Now if we were to take these two jellies and connect them to the net what do you predict to see? The one wracked with anxiety that had been put together traumatically and was striving just to keep itself in one piece would seek data that affirmed what it already knew then look at what it wants to see to confirm its reality. If information is an ocean it would much prefer the steady beat and predictable regularity of the main stream. “No growth needed for me” it would say with glee because the appearance of solidity via the screen would be enough to shore its shaky sense of identity that perched on impure molds that introduced their own contaminants into its state of reality. As well as a database whose prime function was “Stick together in one piece”. Via this lens change was a threat because “It never worked out well for me previously” as each step along its journey was a narrowly averted tragedy.

The other jelly however sees limits as not something to color within but to transcend. Give it a net connection and it seeks to uncover facets of its ignorance. “Fascinating” it thinks as it researches into the effects of light and temperature in relation to the chemical bonding process. Next on the list the nature of the vessel that molded it as it brushes up on the glass blowing process. On and on it skips via the power of intuition that thinks “What if?” as it proceeds to leap faithfully from a secure grip into the abyss with the implicit certainty that a hand hold will manifest at just the right moment. The thrill is exhilarating, really the wisdom is a secondary benefit as it does this primarily for feeling, for sensation but in the process greatly expands its concepts of Self so that when that moment comes and the solution finally melts it sees nor perceives any threat as it knows it was neither the bowl that molds, the jelly or water that was mixed. Nor was it the imperience, the adventures in limitation or the process of transcendence. “I am” it simply thinks and the implications of this are immense as they are born from a database of signals arranged with optimal coherence that allows it to embrace the radiance which gave this bowl of jelly the appearance of sentience but was, in itself, simply an immense hint of an underlying process of which it is an aspect and thus never disconnected as it steps with a sense of wonderment onto the next legend of its journey, expecting the best of everything. And this is what it gets.

A tale of two jellies. A simple story that mentions within both polarities of resonance which contain, at this very moment, 81% of the populace I term Slaves (who live out lives of limitation) and the other 8% who are, were and will be Warriors. Nothing more, nothing less. In but not of this realm. Simply visiting. There are, in the shadows, another 11% who remain hidden and could be thought of as the bowls, the shaping and chill effects mentioned that I term the System which allowed these pools of wobbling sentience to crystalize and interact with this realm for their respective imperiences. Everything plays a role but its not so much what they tell but what remains hidden as a scared jelly can be controlled very well as it clings to its limitations as it waves various symbols that were handed to it for its safe keeping whereas the other craves a type of freedom that can only spring from within that I call Inner Sense and its presence is identical in both variations with one key difference:

For the Slave its hidden at its depths and its presence scares it to death as its allergic to freedom due to the nature of its clinging that begets suffering. The Warrior, on the flip, Knows the Ledge as it swims around in this gnosis and thus is awake whilst the other is dreaming visions that seem nightmarish to him as they’re filled with limitation as it folds in upon itself and thus drops in resonance as its defined by external events and programs which form its internal OS.

Get in where you fit in because, for me, that is exactly how it is when it comes to the true nature of reality in this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits because the medium may shift but the message is identical when it comes to the flesh wrapped around your unfinite awareness that is the end all, be all of everywhen because, without it, nothing at all would kick inside hells kitchen hence your participation is essential but its all a question of vibration. Suddenly the true nature of traumatic programming becomes Self evident because if you take a single celled organism like an amoeba and place it on a desk then prod at it each time it attempts to test the limits it will soon develop a state termed Learned Helplessness where its more afraid of winning than it is losing and this generates an immense amount of tension within that gives birth to what I’ve termed Patterns that lead to a Click-Whirr, away from pain, toward pleasure existence which the System will be all to happy to furnish them as it leaves and breathes, artificially, via your attention as the Observer Effect proves well because thoughts are things and words are weapons in a realm with willful ignorance at the helm in a battle for survival.

To many jellies this concepts are so foreign, so alien, that they are totally untenable and thus incomprehensible even though their own lives are evidence of what I said. This is why its said that the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim and this truth is Self evident to the 8% so they take that life sentence and flip it into “Victor” instead because its not how you start but where you end that makes the difference with what comes next as the Game lxves to recycle the same components, again and again, with each spin being worse than what they left. Can you imagine the world these sentient gelatin based lifeforms would beget? It would be a chaotic mess, yes? Overflowing with all types of distractions, divisions and conflict where people felt most comfortable with those formed like them and hated those who dared to think different or presented a fresh image that sprang from within due to their own higher rate of vibration that wasn’t limited or hemmed in via the current medium as they possess Knowledge of Self and who they are beyond this realm. All the while those who build the molds, masterfully, sit back and grin at such a well implemented paradigm based on dividing and conquering those fearfully wobbling as they shift from one role to the next and provide whatever is needed in order to keep the production line rolling in which billions manifest but only a few question whats truly happening as they strive for gnosis by exorcising the demons that taint their awareness

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again