willhelp.me

We live in times that are designed to stimulate the mind with some vibes that, once inside, we accept as guidelines. After a while of this induction we reach a state of identification with these aliens concepts and react with vehemence when we find them under threat or discredited. Worse still if someone disagrees, no matter how minutely, they become our enemy. This, in a nutshell, is the entirety of human history since old lands sank between new seas and those that remained turned the book of life to a new page in their quest for survival.

“What is worse?” I’m wondering. “Knowing this or remaining ignorant?”. The latter is way more fun because its socially sanctioned Self Destruction and one always feel correct when they’re wrong in a crowd because everyone is doing it. That, along with my near death experience, is what made me disconnect from the masses and now, after a long time in isolation, it feels like I’ve got the pieces in an order of semblance with the way it truly is. The image is horrifying. A quote I once read said something like this:

“Man is set adrift upon the waves of blissful ignorance. The sciences strain in their own directions and from this state of imbalance where everyone wishes to edge ahead nobody has yet formed a coherent narrative that explains our true predicament. When this does happen the most likely outcome is that man will run shrieking into the waiting arms of another age of darkness because the truth will terrify them”.

I’m not saying I’m that guy, but I innerstand. I mean does nobody else look at this realm and think “What the hell?”. Take money, for example, the key of everything because, much like health, having it doesn’t assure happiness but its absence is certain to bring misery. We say things are “Sold” but maybe “Souled” would be more accurate because if you look at life from the basis of pure consciousness what you do from nine to five to earn (urn?) your daily bread is akin to selling your sentience. In exchange for what? A bio-survival ticket that has no intrinsic wealth beyond what the masses invest in the power of the printing press. Really think about this. At length, preferably with some friends after quiet reflection because if you look back over time and spin it back to the Fifties, for example, and compare the strength of what they’d spend and it would get there is a stark difference. And yet, we think we’ve progressed. Same can be said of fruit and veg that now looks huge and pretty but is entirely devoid of energy. Much like people, in that respect, as the modern children of men are not the same of their lineage as their bone density and hormonal levels attest.

You could say the main gist of the willhelpme project is art for the heart via tools to awaken the spirit because, as far as I can tell, we’re living a kind of artwork for the senses that is designed to be addictive and the current level of the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits is most pernicious. If you look inside most peoples minds you’ll find that many truly do not like themselves. Worse still is they’re entirely fragmented and unaware of this schism that divides them from within as different versions of them take turns at the helm and leaves their body to cash the cheques their actions are creating. No sane race would do this and we must be crazy to have let it run on unchecked for so many years and counting. Some will point at flat screens and stripy toothpaste and claim we’re the apex of civilization as they know it but that is the trick because its obvious our application of tech far outstrips our common sense on how to use it best. Consider the atomic revolution. We could, if we wished, service our energy needs via the optimal development of fusion that can produce an immense charge from the most basic elements but we choose not to do this. Same with how the Chinese developed gunpowder and used it for entertainment via the fireworks of celebration and that was repurposed into a tool for death in order to give one group a competitive edge of the rest when it came to outright domination of the environment. I’m no commusocialist, or whatever term you wish to point in my direction. I reject your suggestions. I simply think there are far better ways of doing all of this that are purposefully kept hidden and obfuscated. The life of Nikola Tesla stands as testament to this as that mans ideas alone, if applied and developed with free reign instead of limited and converted into ways of generating the most profit, would have had us living in an era of the Jetsons way before the net was a thing.

Whenever a bright light shines there are those with darkness within that rush to surround it. They take what they can get and if it can’t be co-opted its desecrated and or scrubbed from the permanent record. Some are exhibited as ways of warning to the rest as they say “We’ll do unto you as we did unto him. Why not join us instead?” as they extend a hand linked to a face that grins and is yet a villain. Does that sound conspiratorial or an accurate lay of the land? I’ll let you tell it…

Imagine if you manifested on a planet where everyone that was born has a set of magical contact lenses placed in their head that distorted their vision so a myopic society was built. A few would sense, on some level, that there was some type of problem whilst the rest would get on with the business of living as they strive to get ahead. You, in but not of this realm, pop up and look around thinking “What the hell?”. What would you do next? In many ways I feel like the man in the example except I know the shadows depth and truly wonder about the nature of the intent at the helm that makes all of this happen. That is something that is worth noticing because there are vested interests at play that make the Game this way. Whether or not you click this is irrelevant as you’re down with one of their teams, thats is for certain, but, much like an octopus, the limbs all connect to one central processing System that is based off planet. I’m getting aheart of my Self. Actually, that isn’t possible because those are both the same things in resonance so better spelled I’m getting ahead of your (false) self as that is far more accurate.

What if there was a huge war of the worlds or some cataclysmic event thats been repressed from our collective consciousness and is being used for traumatic programming that makes us act like this? We are at war with ourselves, the Earth and, seemingly, everything living on it as we poison the air, drain the soils and generally act very stupid in the hope of glimpsing some happiness by the accrual of more dollar, dollar bills. Like I said in the opening of the text they’re backed by nothing but your imagination and each generation spends more and more to get less and less.

Back when, in the Nineties, I used to dress in couture. Why? Because I liked to stay fresh. No gaudy logos and the rest but I enjoyed the tripled stitched, hand made Egyptian cotton fits that draped so well. Then luxury lost its luster as it became mainstream so the product was stepped in order to stretch the profits from those just dropping in and looking for fix but being entirely unaware of the real thing beyond the surface image. The quality dipped, limited drops became ubiquitous and it was all about branding plus distribution to the plebs with more money than sense who were craving validation via conspicious consumption so I chose different. Did you know those modern threads that are flashed on the socialist of mediums are actually fabricated by Chinese kids and then have the label sewn in Europe which is why they state “Hand finished in Italy” and charge a pretty penny for the privilege of glory by association from those whose Self esteem is non existent? Same with fruit and veg because to get the nutritional equivalent of one tomato, store bought, in the Eighties you’d need to eat twenty at the current moment. Its the same trend with everything as we segue from Real Real to Fake Real on the way to Fake Fake once augmented.

Not many people see this, real time as it happens. But I did. And yet, here I am. Stuck in the middle with you. Should I have took the deal? Reigned in hell with the rest who wanted to place a false crown on my head in exchange for imparting their script upon the rest as they pointed at the image of the prophet they previously dealt with and now said burns in the fires of hell where he’s constantly bathed in excrement for rejecting their invitation, back when, as they grin and laugh at the immense edifice they’ve built as a celebration of his death and the ignorance of those who cherish it as their fundamental basis via the scripts they’ve written. Things like this make me wonder. They truly do. If you ask them they’ll say they’re aligned to the divine and on a righteous mission. Maybe they are and I’m just too dim to get it as I sit in the darkness, by my Self, rearranging pieces of a puzzle using the shining light in the distance for all the assistance it provides in seeing the lay of the land how it is. Or maybe I’m just playing the Game on the highest difficulty setting in which case its all to be expected as it meets your on your level in order to ensure your development as failure is not an option when feedback is all you get as it teaches you how to refine your attempts.

A man dies. A child is born. The former was bent, stooped over and rigid whereas the latter steps in glowing with a palpable radiance. Nobody questions this loss of Inner Sense or thinks about the how, when and why of becoming Adulterated. I do and have. The outline forming as you string together the bits make the hypothesis that we’re actually dead and this is hell seem exceedingly accurate which, in turn, makes the Slave/Masters deal and invitation quite accurate as they’re in charge of ensuring the inmates of this asylum remain crazed and dazed from now till the end before a swift mindwipe slams them back in the flesh thanks to living a life of ignorance and not doing the Knowledge which reveals the Self hidden underneath the mask of Adulteration where various fragmented versions of them are at the helm with their own whims and desires as this internal conflict manifests as a realm that is a mess. Maybe this isn’t hell. Maybe we’re a cautionary tale that future generations will point at say “Take note, that is how not to play the Game and if you mess up in this age you’ll incarnate on that world stage”. That is also an option that makes a lot of sense because every single culture on the planet speaks of a time of golden men and women where it all was so different.

As the stars spin and precession does its thing the Slaves don’t notice the message written in the heavens as they’re tone deaf to the symbols but are, instead, fixated on celebs and their artificial illumination as the black mirror pulls them in and offers the illusion of connection whilst providing little else beyond isolation that is camouflaged in various ways thanks to the socially sanctioned madness that makes us “Mankind”. Kind of like man, but different. Thats one spell that is at least honest in its intent and quite Self evident whereas things like “Individual” compact darker secrets awaiting those with they eyes of wisdom to discern their message:

And yet, all that said, I’m not better or worse than the rest because I’m here, at this very moment, with you. In many ways we all try and make sense of these events as walking around a planet in the flesh is a trip, when you think about it. Most are content to have their scripts handed to them but only those who’ve felt the shadows depth can hope to glimpse the light of true illumination that dwells within that I termed Inner Sense as once you step into limitless depths you feel wrapped in a familiar newness that brings a sense of abundance that is akin to being born again. Thing is that isn’t the end nor the destination because here is where the true Journey begins hence Know thy Self is the script and get free or thrive trying is the intent because anything less is bondage and it matters not if the chains are gold, iron or silk as the Soul craves freedom that only liberation can bring.

Till we meet again

Coming to Earth one lives not just on borrowed time but also a borrowed mind as the components that fill our thoughts are not our own. If you think of life as living art then the paints that play their part impart their own frequency to the composition we perceive and, due to the juxtaposition factor, its easy to generate almost infinite variety from very limited quantities. Before we get all metaphysic an example closer to home and easier to click is that your TV set is a black square which, thanks to the interplay of three primary colors, can make you laugh, cry, stand in shock or be amazed. In many senses we created technology as models of our base states as there is but one shape that defines everything at play and once you can perceive it on this plane it gets easier to extrapolate its meaning in higher states because – like a pebble skimming a pool – the echoes gradually lose the imprint of the interference which sets its own Pattern into motion against a backdrop of stillness. Once again, your screen does the same as it flicks still pictures at your brain so your mind creates the trail and thinks its in motion when in reality it is doing no such thing.

Life is, in many ways, exactly the same kind of illusion and twice as convincing because unlike a TV set you can’t upgrade or downgrade the tech as you’re both the viewer and viewing which means you lack perspect for as long as you remain plugged in to this most persistent illusion called being human. Actually, you can upgrade the flesh and its quite simple because most at the current moment are walking around with the psycho-spiritual equivalent of a broken down old twelve inch black and white that receives more static than signal. A simple combination of posture, breathing and intent can shift this with a quickness to a flatscreen OLED with a fine set of speakers and suddenly its “I see!” but until the moment you do the deed and for Self perceive its easy to dismiss what I speak as its beyond your current frequency to decode and thus Witness. Just like a signal the invisible presence awaits for those who are attuned to change the channel of their set from their regularly scheduled programming that holds the whole world in a state of arrested development. This is, in effect, what the Earthday Suit principle intends to bring to your awareness because once you realize the simple truth that you aren’t the flesh but the Witness instead then its a different kind of bet on a whole different table that in turn upgrades your Game. This is the 4Dxo within which we’re playing as there are three layers in effect and in the paradigm of a Slave they only get to wander around one stage and thus, by default, forfeit the Game as they’re unaware of whats at stake.

“That isn’t fair” I hear you say. Thing is the rules for this Game are pretty opaque and have far more to do with resonance and frequency than “Doing the right thing” so its in your best interests to cleanse your connection and upgrade your attention in order to help us, the collective, grasp the larger picture as together we reverse engineer reality to see what it all means via primacy and not third hand tales, long regaled about this and that because many are walking around with outdated maps that no longer match the terrain and this is a great cause of pain for those who wander off the edge of a cliff that was signposted as the way to bliss. If nothing else it would ease the conflict which rages within and that in turn would cause a shift in relations and you’ll see whats meant about frequency and oscillation as this change then expands your range by removing the resistance life placed in your subconscious as it Adulterated your awareness and took what once bounced with the radiance of Inner Sense and made it dim, decrepit and shuffling. Thing is even this isn’t the end as they’ll simply get mindwiped and slammed back in the flesh for another spin as they chose not to do the Knowledge whilst living and instead accepted the BS life threw at them.

I’ve got to say, it really is quite strange – and thats coming from me. I can only imagine how it sounds to thee who hasn’t taken small, dedicated steps and then progressed to the heights from their depths because contradictions like this seem to make no sense when one is based entirely in the realm of linear Thunking where things start and end in ways so predictable but that is the ultimate illusion itself that begets so much confusion because people shift in terms of effect whilst ignoring the cause, the prime mover and shaker that is permanent and simply shifts its resonance from one to the next wavelength like a stone that skips across the surface of an ocean. Consider this:

One day you are a cloud, flying high in the sky. The matter starts to get dense and begins to coalesce and then falls free and you and your compadres say “Whee!” and get to experience the thrills of individuality. Lets say you land somewhere perfectly where its minus degrees and instantly freeze. To those locked in to this low state of frequency life in comparison would feel like misery as there is no movement to be had, both in or externally. After a while you’d get used to it, most certainly, and would probably even reason “This isn’t so bad” as you chill out with suitability frozen friends and family. One day a sunbeam comes and shines upon thee and the solid form you knew so well and identified with thoroughly melts instantly. Around people weep – “Oh, please. Take me, not she. Why do the good always leave so quickly” as the unchanging, ever present you now rises as steam thanks to the influx of energy. You try to speak to them but they no longer hear nor see because you are out of their range of frequency and they fear what they don’t know whereas for you there is an inbuilt sense of familiarity that makes what you previously thought was happy feel like constricted misery. “Yes, yes… I remember!” says she as she floats upwardly and sees the cloud up in the sky that awaits her to join with he, in a state of primal unity. Then what? Rinse and repeat.

Life is pretty much like that, as far as I get with my current perspect, because we can tell easily that the solid, liquid and gas are all the same truly, just at differing states of innerG. Well, extrapolate that with humanity and you’ll see what I mean about three layers of this reality of which the frozen only perceive and decode that which is within their range and they’ve been instructed to believe the sooths said by Mr Freeze and his varying degrees of chill. The last part is quite pernicious really because one simply has to think of a kid who is still more water than solid and how they make that transition. Without education and instruction they frequently say odd things, Witness the spirits of the deceased or quote memories of your imperience as though they happened to them as well as talking to the invisible that surrounds them and calls for their attention.

You know whats so interesting about this? The only ones who manage to keep this pure perception in this realm beyond the age of ten are the so called schizophrenics. Amazing, isn’t it, that they too say “Someone is putting thoughts into my head” as they see things that aren’t there according to most peoples common wavelength. “Mr Freeze? Is that you? I don’t like your “Be not afraid” angels and their constant torment nor these depot injections in my rear end. Oh, what the hell is happening?” he says as he’s beaten, drugged and strait jacketed for telling it how it is. Now we, all sane of head and well adjusted to such immense social sickness, know these things are the straight up ravings of a lunatic who was duly sectioned as he reps a threat to not only himself but others as well but what if they do exist and we’ve been trained to ignore it?

Wouldn’t that be something? As the man who speaks with schizophrenics I have to say I’ve never, ever met one that was dim and the trust they’ve extended to me when it comes to describing their perspective, ruminations and intuition have been immensely helpful in not only assisting them get a handle on their energetics but also fill in the details on my constantly evolving sketch of the Game and its blueprints of which the Third Dimension is the end result but, for those solely plugged in to its inherent limitation, the cause of much suffering. And thus the frozen do chill and then sit there wondering “Is this all there is?” as they live out lives that are totally predictable and predicated on an immense fear of death many dare not acknowledge. Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I Know I’m the Witness. Lives come and go as I leap from one skin to the next with the timestream it brings but my essence remains identical. Just like dreaming, yes? That therein is a huge hint because the flesh is designed to build reality by interpreting certain wavelengths and signals before running them through filters and stitching them into a narrative that forms the basis of your internal OS which, for most, is so horrendously faulty that GIGO makes perfect sense which makes one think the world is broken on purpose. This sets off a whole new train of thought about Mr Freeze and his team aka the Slave/Masters and one can’t help but wonder if, long, long ago, did the inmates not take over the asylum and are now hell bent on making all of us as crazy as them? Like a lion, roaring, looking for whom it may consume their project appears to be a success but one who dwells in Inner Sense sees the Emperor is undressed and that, that my friends, is a threat to the System as its all built on nothing. Nothing but your awareness that is currently frozen into the flesh of your Earthday Suit and assailed from all angles with near endless suggestions but none quite as corrosive or persuasive as that voice in your head that 81% Thunk is them when the truth is Self evident:

How can you be when you are obviously that which listens? Say “Hi!” to the Witness then you may start playing a Game of Spot the Difference as well as the overarching theme of Hide and Seek that offer a hint about the higher dimensions wrapped around your sentience and how it all takes place inside your consciousness ergo the responsibility is immense. To many that are well frozen and seemingly solid the words make no sense but those with inner eyes still capable of vision may notice the embers of something within start flickering as I’ve rekindled their Inner Sense and it remembers, very well, cloud life and the descent as well as various other aspects of what it means to Know thy Self as they do things which the ice cubes couldn’t even imagine.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

“Oh, she’d never go out with me”. “Being happy is for other people”. “I don’t deserve success” and so on goes the endless amount of lies that spin in most peoples heads. Some are aware of these concepts as they’re rendered explicit as opinions that float out of their lips and thus are easy to detect. Others weave a far more pernicious web they then lose themselves in as these strings are held as precepts in their subconscious and thus, from the shadows, exert their invisible influence.

These people may outwardly say “I can get any girl I want”, “I’m the happiest person alive” and “This time next year, I’m gonna be rich” and other such (false) self affirming things and yet they’re single, constantly rage about the smallest of things and barely make ends meet as they scrimp and scrape to eke out an existence. Now, with these kinds if you were to render explicit what chunters on underneath their awareness their response would be venomous or dismissive. Nothing in between. Both of these are rooted in the same reality denying scheme known as their coping mechanism and its influence is invisible. Until you catch it by its tail and watch it squeal and sit there wondering how you spent a lifetime investing in self deceit.

Its quite easy really as you sell yourself a dream and buy it readily as it assuages the pain you won’t allow that tiny slice of mind you call “Me” to feel. Lets take a small, diversion. We’ll be back momentarily.

The you you currently think you are is akin to a Victim of trickery who owns an immense luxury complex of apartments they can do whatever they wish with. The floors and facilities are huge, as are the rooms and wonderfully equipped even though there are only three levels that make up the entire thing. Somewhere along the way you fell for a trick that used confidence to elicit state that offered something quite different to what was said and before you know it you ended up in the basement. Leaky, cold, no real light shining in or views in this residence. No. Its quite the opposite of what you were accustomed to and born in. Worse still the tricksters moved into your building and throw parties when they wish, generally make a lot of noiZ and keep you locked in the dark and fed BS should you ever stop to question this predicament.

Most won’t. They’ll go from now till their death and never once think about how they got into this because they believe the tale one skilled in deceit weaved to trick them out of their rightful, natural property. Instead they sit there. Staring a TV which sells them slick imagery about what they can be, see and achieve as they attempt to believe the deal.

On the flip there are those who know something is up but can’t quite tell what it is nor how to deal with this tomfoolery. These are the two polarity of Slavery and as Malcolm X once said there are those in the fields and those who are so tied into the false reality their Slave/Master speaks that if he were to hurt himself they’d feel the pain as they are that invested in the externally crafted concept that was poured into their head since they were born into captivity and know nothing different but wish to progress none the less.

We now return to our regularly scheduled programming:

Interesting word isn’t it? You hear it all the time but do you ever stop to think about the implications of being programmed by a TV set or, how about this, what that acronym really represents if seen through another linguistic lens? What if everything you know is simply a test? A world thats been pulled over your eyelids by distorting the signals that pour in. That is what you’d call telling lies to your vision, yes? But how hard it is to see this… Anyway, check it:

You currently dwell in a tiny slice of your mind and think “This is fine” as your potential life goes up in flames and you do nothing to escape or change your fate. At any moment you could flip the script but to first realize this one must become cogent of the idea that there actually is a script because then the next question is:

“Who wrote it?”.

Suddenly the power shifts because in every Game or con there is a Victim and there is an Opponent. The trick is knowing when you’re the former so you can become the latter because that is the spirit of competition and why both Victor and Victim start the same but end different. Its all literally written and placed in front of your vision. Nothing is hidden but its hard to Witness when you’ve been trained to lie to your Self and then manufacture proof as well because there is no kind way to tell people they chose to heavily invest in an illusion.

Those who get and feel the sharp end of the stick without even so much as a glimpse of carrot are quicker to dive in to this new way of thinking I’m presenting because they know fine well something is up but can’t quite put their finger on this splinter of the mind which irritates them no end. Its not something that comes up in polite conversation in most circles that people generally congregate with those who share and reinforce their delusions, not challenge them and their assumptions. This type of stuff does pop up, however, in moments of seclusion. Thats why so many people find it hard to sleep as they’re tortured inside their mind by the the inkling that they’re living in the basement of the building they once owned then its “NO! NO! NO! I don’t want to hear it!” reaction as they attempt to distract and drift.

Now, this urge can manifest in many ways and its usually not that direct because those who don’t introspect see their own personal hologram of ignorance as solid and thus for them it is. The one who has questioned the nature of the Game they’re attempting to find themselves within often stumbles over this as they strip away the layers of conditioning in an attempt to find a solution for their predicament of being stuck in a draughty basement that is not what they intended. The rest who are unhappily stuck in their little velvet lined rut ask no questions and accept what they could actually change as the way it is. If someone were to break in, knock them out and drag them out of the tiny slice of mind they reside in the moment they saw the entire building the recollection would be instant as they recall the trick, the swindle and exploitation of their weakness that led to this happening as they’d then come to grips with how to forcibly eject these unwelcome tenants and get back to business. Then these interlopers would be homeless and they don’t want this as they covet what you possess and think you’re less than human, which in a sense you are if you’re only a fragment of your Self and don’t question why things are like this because in their line of reasoning you deserve exactly what you get and thus their crime is Victimless.

See? Mental gymnastics are a hallmark of this realm but most are as inflexible in their awareness as cement that has set because upon this ignorance they build the edifice of their existence. Can you see the problem? If you challenge the foundation of their concepts then they’ll either scream in discomfort because they know fine well the truth of what you’ve said as they have, on some level, pondered this themselves whilst those who don’t have an inkling – usually either rich, beautiful or stupid and often all three which is a heady combination that makes for a great Opponent because gold chains are seen as an adornment, not confinement – are quick to dismiss these thoughts without stopping and thinking. Know why? Because when you’re winning who thinks about losing?

Either way they’re still lies they’re believing in because the Game will meet you at your level and decimate you with its experience as its seen all kinds of Souls that it welcomes daily into its folds and there are but so many types of combinations that nine by twelve can whip. Thats a hundred and eight to be explicit but we will later revisit the nature of the programming language which wrote the script you live in the Game at this moment and how to best respond to it. Now to bring it back to bitesize pieces that are way less metaphysic and far easier to digest and comprehend imagine this:

Lets say the one who made the three statements at the opening of this passage had chose instead to think “I wonder what she could bring to my existence” and thus looked at speaking to women as giving them a chance to audition and impress him with what they bought to the table. First of all his confidence would be immense because of the frame of reference he dwells within and this in turn builds up a certain type of perception with access to resources within and, irrespective of how it seems, women couldn’t help but being intrigued in one who believes so unshakably in himself. “There’s got to be something” she thinks “I wonder what it is?”. Add in some half decent conversation, personal hygiene and a sense of adventure and its like a kitten chasing a string as the yarn winds them in.

Lets flip “Being happy is for others” instead into “My cup overfloweth so I can freely share the amazing sensations I feel within“. This person now not only has confidence that is unshakable and not based on circumstance or anything you can point at in this realm but also makes others feel so much better about themselves, just by their presence, the things that are said and how they think. Easy to see how such a person could become quite addictive, yes?

Now to gear up the triple threat lets say that firmly entrenched in their awareness is “I deserve the best of everything” which is something that would come naturally given the two previous precepts and you’ve got someone that will ascend, real quick, no matter where they started because their confidence is contagious, their presence is uplifting and their mind is just so different from the rest. Know who is like this?

Children.

They are born running around the entirety of their mind as no limits have been defined by the outer world, yet, and thus for them they are non existent. Wrap your head around that for a moment and all I’ve said previously and how it ties in to the title of this section shall become Self evident as well as the nature of the solution along with the true cause of the problem. Like I said, your lies become your reality.

Its quite easy to see but first you must realize you’re blind as only then will you open your eyes. Now, at this moment many will find the light searingly bright and their vision is so weak as they haven’t actually directly perceived a thing since they were lured into an Adulterated state of awareness and then set adrift into this existence. The sad truth is the vast majority of those who’ve lived have died just like this because they never stopped to question if their mind was playing tricks on them but by now this should be Self evident because that luxurious apartment is the body you were born in and just like your parents and theirs before them you were the Victim of a socially sanctioned System of exploitation that is designed to worm its way in and then place you in the basement of the establishment you own whilst charging you top whack rent as well.

Crazy isn’t it? Not as crazy as those who look at this world with its normalized madness where people spend their entire lives trying to get ahead without ever questioning why they have to do this and to what end? Be as little children was once said and we know how that tale ended because the thing is that poor Soul is still locked up within. A sad little living hostage in the flesh because the you you used to know you are is but a small slice, a tiny fragment of your awareness as the rest of your magnificence was hidden and shrouded in the darkness of ignorance. Thats why they needed to stick you in the basement because not only do they get to keep the rest for themselves its the act of division, or Adulteration, that renders this possible. Its an epidemic thats ran unchecked for quite a while and counting…

The Inner Child knows full well that this isn’t in their best interests and attempts to raise all kinds of hell because whilst it can’t access the basement because you hold the key around your neck on piece of string and are locked within. Amazing isn’t it? The Opponent certainly thought of everything because if some official were to check in on the building that now houses a tenant who used to own the whole thing and hasn’t been seen since way back when they can honestly claim to have not held you their against your will because you could leave at any moment. Its why I say freedom comes from within but in order to comprehend this you must first realize you’ve been manipulated by the System which is responsible for almost everything you think because before you knew a thing about anything it already had you in its grips and thus you were born into this. There is a very easy way to test all of this and its quite simple:

Imagine your inner world and imperience is a lightbulb. Would you say it now glows as brightly as it once did back when you were a kid? Most would say no, real quick, and if pressed on this they wouldn’t be able to elucidate exactly what was different until you offer them the metaphor of a luxurious apartment complex that they once happily played in with its lavish appointment and fixings as it was a pure joy to be within and discover its never ending wonders and gifts in contrast to the dank basement they now find themselves within.

Same building. Totally different perspective (or resonance) and thus way of living which ties in to what I said with your lies becoming your reality so what do you have to lose by examining the foundations upon which you’ve been building a life dedicated to ignorance using second hand concepts that don’t quite fit but no one else seems to be grumbling because this type of thing isn’t a polite conversational topic for those who fell victim to the ever elegant Opponent who rubs his hands thinking “There is a sucker born every minute” as they have but one trick and its so effective there is no need to change it.

I speak to you from a Warriors perspective which is nothing more and nothing less than having the will to question everything, as you did once upon a when as a jit. This leads one on a quest to discover the nature and landscape of their inner realms and the implications are immense because then one can’t help but wondering, as they pick away at the loose strings of the narrative, and the yarn starts unravelling quickly as the man behind the curtain is revealed for who he is and thus the Game stops spinning for a moment as you find instead the pen that wrote the script in your awareness and thats when the real fun begins as higher dimensions unfold within as you unwrap the gift of the present moment and it clicks you’re actually playing against your Self but that is a way deeper topic that is practical metaphysics at its best.

Thats given as a hint as to the true nature of this realm and what happens should you decide to step on the Path of Power I’m offering because the one thing about your current life is that its predictable and some people find comfort in this because they aren’t forced to challenge their assumptions which means they then continually invest in the illusion and believe that if they just do this or that they can achieve the comfort they’re craving. Same principle that makes a hamster spin the wheel its in. That base living, like lead. The alchemist reclaims his Kingdom and, by using his Inner Sense, reverses the process so what was useless now becomes solid gold again. Or maybe its a coal to a diamond thing? Either way these are simply metaphors for potential states you can imperience. Should you wish to test the validity of the Reality Tunnel you’ve been digging since you stepped in and were programmed just like your parents to do as instructed and ask no questions like “Why did they stop singing? And dancing? And drawing? Plus imagining?”.

Told you there is only one trick but its very effective as it works on ninety two percent of the populace as smooth as silk and thus leaves them alienated from themselves and cast in the role of Victim, playing a Game they can’t win because there is only one way out and one way in and you need to collect all the pieces you checked into this realm to balance this equation and exit as here nothing changes. Just the same old Soul getting recycled, time and again, as the ones and zeros flip to create the illusion of existence which built the concepts in your head as you dwell in the basement of the building which you truly possess and don’t question “How did I end up like this?” because that in itself is too painful to examine. No one likes to admit they’ve been had. Not even to themselves as its insulting to their intelligence and how they like to think about themselves but like I said and am repeating the point to hammer it in.

Your lies become your reality.

Would you rather realize that whilst living or at some other point of resonance? Those are the only options, my friend. Remember, you are the owner of a wonderful three story building that is fantastically equipped with all the best things you can imagine. As a child you knew this because you played in its ambiance and were just finding out something when the System swooped in with a truck load of suggestions that lead to your Adulteration as you were steadily divorced from Inner Sense. This is the confidence trick of which I’m speaking and the Warrior is he who reclaims his Kingdom by kicking these tricksters out of his temple after inspecting then rejecting their programming because you are free to recode your internal operating system whenever you wish if you are not happy with the life you’re living. All it takes is the will to challenge and question your assumptions that gave you the rear end of a bum deal that left you fragmented and disconnected from your true essence and a shell of your true Self.

That is what is awaiting your reclamation as it cries silently within your chest underneath layers upon layers of conditioning most dare not inspect, thanks to the urging of that voice in their head they Thunk is them. It isn’t. That is your Opponent and its lies, should you accept, become your reality as you sign the cheques for its statements and life, as it will, hands a bill that keeps you stuck in the Game that you play using your Soul as a credit. Sounds like a protection racket, doesn’t it? Thats because it is. The old tricks are best because they’re so ancient no one questions the narrative or thinks they’ll fall for it. 8 billion Souls served daily…

Make better decisions. Explore your options. Dare to think different. You may be surprised by what happens as all unfolds for the best when you’re at your optimal resonance as the king of your dome and master of your awareness as then you can truly be of the best service to the world and those in as you inspire them to become the ultimate version of themselves as you lead by imample.

Till we meet again

Birds, bees, men, women, trees and isosceles. All of these repeat the principles of reality in ways so subtle and obvious that one wonders how they aren’t seen so easily by those who perceive this world in Three D. Walk with me:

We are suspended from above whilst floating between what is below and this vantage points affords us a view unlike most others but the Game is hard and it deals its cards in such a way that one must not just play but exchange. “Exchange what?” you say. Everything, anything, something and nothing – its the trade that counts because you can gain or lose nothing as the amount remains the same but the wisdom you may claim, however, will reverberate through the ages and may just change the way you chose to play this Game on your next incarnation. See, bees do their thing and illustrate this quite well as their buzzing around underpins our entire ecosystem due to the cross pollination they perform. Far more than honey do their tireless works generate on the day to day as they are a crucial step from flower to seed and thus their deeds feed entire scores of species as all are interlinked and all are important in this living, breathing collage that humanity is doing its best to wreck.

An interesting note about which I spoke previously is how honey neither spoils nor does freeze, a hint of immortality as well as how they feed a regular bee baby and birth a Queen so easily. If ever there were proof needed that you are what you eat then think about that one deeply.

Now, quite how they procreate with birds, I know not but common wisdom seems to perceive this unusual pairing and repeats it freely when children seek the Knowledge of how they came to be. Logic dictates that the laying of an egg that contains a full life within, just waiting to express, is a great image to build in the fertile mind of child, even if it is a lie, most blatant. Never mind because, as we’ll see when we examine the nature of trees, there is another resonance at play which hints at how the Game truly runs deep for those with the eyes to see, peep:

There are two kinds of trees that pepper the world today. Conifers and deciduous, those that remain ever green and those who seemingly die only to rise again. Have you ever noticed them? I mean truly looked at what you perceive when they present? No? Let me share something:

See the evergreens are women. As any man can attest they can take your best and still hunger for more as there are no limits to the orgasmic potent they contain nor what they are free to express. Men, on the other hand, need to rest in between bouts as prolactin starts to seep as their erection gently weeps – that is unless they’ve learned to split the art of climax from that of spilling speed, a rarity in modernity but also the key to something unique – but like the seasons what falls shall rise as the inner pilot light may dim but never quite fades as our primal nature does its thing.

But even there there is more than meets the eye because whilst both have an affinity to the sky whilst being rooted out of sight into the Earth which provides the sustenance they require there is a distinct difference that hides a secret in plain sight:

The evergreens have narrow shoulders in contrast to their swinging hips whilst the deciduous spring a large torso from a smaller midriff. Look closer still and you’ll see the repeated inversion of triangles expressed in the forms of men and women who come together to form something else that is then part of both of them but its own mode of expression as a kid. Back to the trees for a moment:

The broadleafs have immense roots that sink down into the firmament that give them a huge strength to survive the environment and all it presents whilst the conifers are thinner in that sense as they strive to reach the heavens. This wisdom was known well in tribal societies who said that a woman is born complete, aware of lifes mysteries whilst a man must be formed hence the rites of passage in which tribulations are worn as badges of honor because you can’t enjoy the rose without first risking the thorns.

The world is one thing expressed as many but each genus sings the same song in many different keys to perform the symphony of reality. Its the reason I don’t believe in equality, nope not at all. We aren’t the same in form, method or expression and if we were the dance of the cosmos would be no more as it works upon the principles of opposition, resonance and wavelength.

Through the process of birth woman reaches beyond this world to encase the numinous behind the firmament in a suit made of carbon but the seeds of the Earth which leap from the mans form the bring the heat to the moment are an expression of the Yan and Ying – two halves of one form, as Plato (or one speaking in his name) once called those who roam across the planet looking for one to make them feel whole again after having been cleaved within and left wondering why they feel like this. We all seek union, in the end. Some are happy with a bit of coital bliss, others fiend for a relationship whilst a few seek simply to Know thy Self as its a fractal expression of the all of everything and thus the prime mover and shaker as well as the start and ending of everywhen. And here we are, suspended in the middle. Not quite dead but neither fully living yet as we’re too blinded by the science to see the signs of everyday miracles which are speaking, live and direct, for those with the ears to listen.

Yes, its a fascinating thing. What this world presents, time and again, for those who take a moment and look within themselves then see reflected in life the Self same thing, just couched in another form. Everything is as its supposed to be, the question is how far dare ye go into the depths of your current level of ignorance and peer at the code which creates the show as well as Knowing the Ledge about the true meaning of that which I term the Witness that manifests from one life to the next and wears the threads of flesh as it recites a script that was etched under the influence of previous debts and credits then accepted in ignorance as “The way it is” as part of their programming as they eat, shoot and leave like gluttonous fiends for misery that is interspersed, randomly, with thin slivers of bliss that simply add to the addiction. Yeah, its a pretty wild thing when seen from my vantage but the question is who is willing to do what is required in order to ascend upon the mountain paved with thorns that turn to petals at the end as you look down at the Valley of the Plebs and wonder how the hell you’re in this realm, again? Maybe the old habits of inserting your Soul as a credit for another spin at the end of a previous incarnation kicked in or maybe there is a greater scope or mission which manifests as the message I’m sharing for those who are so caught up in the web of illusion the Game spins that Know not their Self and believe, with reckless abandon, they are the character they’re animating and all that this brings. People will defend to the death the most elegant of deceptions when presented with a lack of options fueled by a near total absence of Knowledge and the power of discernment this brings.

Think the message would be welcomed by those seeking confirmation of their correctness or is it better to keep fooling those who do that to themselves than showing them alternatives? The rest of the Kingdom doesn’t have such problems as their lives are far more simple. Ours aren’t really that different but we’re just far more creative with how we make and hand out destruction as well as our reliance on the conceptual which marks the link that was severed with the actual that awaits within, like a child, abandoned. Yes, in many ways the reign of the Adulterated is coming to an end so that the new civilization of Techno Sapiens may rise again and live lives augmented and regulated in a strange kind of engineered bliss that will brook no alternative perspectives beyond what is offered. If you thought life as it stands was pretty weird its got nothing on whats coming and they’ll look at us like primitive savages who have more in common with cavemen than their proto Type One civilization in which all are linked in to the central processing algorithm.

Much like the bees I mentioned, yes? And yet, from the caves to the plains to the artificially intelligent the trees in the background simply do what they do best, watch and Witness, as they exchange one commodity for the next and keep it all moving. No wonder the ancients worshipped them and made wands with which to weave magical incantations to control the elements but who believes those silly fairy tales? You’d be surprised, you’d be surprised. At least, I was, when I realized the old spells and rites are alive and well as they mold one generation to the next in the various ways of Thunking that make up 81% of the Souls on the planets inner realms where they accept labels in lieu of imperience and wonder, in quiet desperation, why life feels different as it wasn’t always like this.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

They say the oldest tricks are the best because so many people don’t believe they’d fall for something so ancient and big as they’re much too clever and slick. And thats why they’re so effective. In your lifetime you’ll Witness the net, as you know it, die. They’ll blame the handy, dandy “Terrorists” that pop up, now and then, with their oddly specific timings and locations that kill scores of the innocents yet, oddly, never seem to target to the rich and powerful. That alone should make one think because its akin to watching a movie where the hero is outnumbered and the enemies all line up to wait for their ass kicking instead of rushing him and bringing his chapter to an end. You’d be surprised at the similarities between entertainment and entertrainment as the thought process at the helm is identical, just the scales of time involved and mediums are different. I say all that to say this:

Do you remember when the Coca Cola corporation slipped and fumbled, back in the mid Eighties? It was a goof on an immense scale as they took something that worked perfectly, cocked it up and the market rebelled as people yelled “I want my old method of diabetes delivery back, now!”. And they go it. “Power to the people” they said, as they clinked their favorite carbonated beverage with a grin as it tasted just like they remembered. Except, it didn’t. Did you spot the trick? No? Well, get ready, because they’re going to do the same with the web you knew well so best pay attention as I’m predicting the future in this discussion.

The US government subsidized the sale of corn and thus they had loads of it on tap. Some bright spark thought “Hey, if we could switch all the sugar in Coke for High Fructose Syrup instead then we’d be mega rich as the freedom lxving people of this fair country can’t get enough of this beverage thats laced with coca leaf extracts and a special blend of secret ingredients”. Thing is there is a difference in texture that is, to some, quite obvious. Others couldn’t spot it if both versions were in front of them. Then there are the health related aspects… “How can we foist this deception on the masses without them realizing?” said someone in this fictitious conversation in which any similarities to people or corporations are pure poetic license sprinkled with the ravings of an exceedingly vivid imagination designed to make you think outside of the box in regards to the main topic. “What if” said an exec with a grin “We say we’re creating a new and improved version, make it terrible, wait for the response and then bring back the old formula but slip HFCS in instead of the sugar? It will tick most of the familiar tastebuds in their head but the gap will be sufficient for their recollection to have dimmed and no one will be any wiser as to what really happened”. “You’re a genius” said the chief. “Problem, Reaction, Solution. The unholy trinity strikes again“. And that is exactly what they did.

Why do I mention this at the head of this discussion? Simple, thats whats going to happen when they kill the internet you know well, stone dead. The phoenix that rises from its ashes will be the same, yet different and it will pave the way towards children being plugged in from the moment they incarnate until they take their last breath as carbon and silicon mix to beget Techno Sapiens. The next playas in the Game that uses your Soul as a credit who will look at us as we do cavemen. What if they were actually more intelligent than we suspect and wielded a different type of intelligence and perspective? What then?

All of the evil in this realm seems necessary for progress as so much of warfare is based upon deception and that is exactly what is happening because if things were coasting along and perfect no one would need to, nor want to change a thing. Its when the test is met and we’re pushed beyond the limits of what we expect that a new state of play is bought in to which the frogs in the kitchen then become accustomed. Then it happens again. And again. And again. Look at the difference between the world us Eighties babies incarnated into and what it is at the present and then do the mathematics for the next stretch and tell me how primitive the old ways will seem to those who are one hundred percent digital? Its a frogs in the kitchen thing so poisons are dipped in sugar then presented with celebrity endorsements and catchy jingles as the preferred tools of engagement. Is not every refinement which life brings used on the one hand to help and with the other inflict pain? What isn’t weaponized these days ranging from the lining of your coffee cups and pizza boxes up to the spells and rites you use to define your life and inner realms? Think of it this way:

The net seems a great gift as it kills so many inefficient ways stone dead as we can now connect to anything that we wish, in an instant, so life is quick. And yet, communities are failing as people are communicating less and, worse still, attempting to portray an image they aren’t actually living and then feel worse when they see others pull the same scheme with better effects, little knowing or realizing they’re both Victims of the slow death which swings by to take a sip. Not too much, just a little drink. The vampire System needs not show its fangs for people to offer their necks as they’re begging to feel special and get some attention from that which pimps their minds and holds their Souls hostage. If only they could sense something beyond the numbed and calloused Adulteration that passes for awareness things may be different as nothing is hidden. On the flip, its right in front of your dish as you’ll see when we examine the nature of symbols and the images linked to the collective unconscious that is mercilessly manipulated. Its why the sites are designed to mine to the dopamine out of your mind so you keep chasing the next high and they gain a slice of your time and attention until, whoops, one day there is none left. A burnt out generation in the making. But, that matters not as they’ll be onto the next Victim. There is one born every minute… Truth hiding in plain sight still doesn’t like the light so they created an artificial shine in which red, green and blue dancing on a black square is how you define your life. Poetic, isn’t it? And yet that decep contains an immense truth as well for we’re within a Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits and the implications of this are Earth shattering to those that get. Those that fail in the attempt end up in a psych ward instead whilst the rest are happily plugged in to the Matrix that offers and endless stream of distractions and plausible answers to each and any question as long as they never, ever look within and decide to question the narrative. Why? Because then they’d click they’re nothing more than meat puppets that are suspended on the strings of willful ignorance in a world where fake is the new realness as they amuses themselves to death.

You and me, we Witnessed the end of collective innocence and the coming generation did have not a sense of what it felt like to live in a world that wasn’t bathed in electromagnetic signals. Where each move is tracked, each visit is logged and privacy is a farce as that device in your hand knows you better than any man, women or god because you pour your Soul into its void and it, in turn, leads you through a dance where you don’t know the steps, don’t care where its headed but are quite certain that it takes away the pain of the present moment via distraction instead as it offers a facsimile of interaction so we can all bask in our collective loneliness and online image building that, quite often, isn’t what you’re living.

Kind of like a junkie, don’t you think? Most of them don’t even get high any more. They just do gear so not to get sick and that is you and the web, if you’re being honest. “Just another hit” became “Just another click” but the dopamine chain is the same and its why the world is the way it is as people fall deeper in to the trap of consumption as they’re being consumed themselves and the stress this brings leads them back to the scales which the dealer tips in his favor as he proceeds to influence you via notifications and such things which are so like Pavlov’s Dogs which salivated when a bell rings. You too get that familiar sense of tingles kicking in as people train their pets to sit, roll over and play dead whilst the phone does the same thing so I ask, where is your strength? It’s gone, none left, ain’t that right, my friend?

But, here’s my future memory of whats going to happen and when it does you can sit back and think “He did say that, back when”:

There will be an attack. By “Terrorists” (who else?) that will via launched by the net and civilians (who else?) will be killed. For your own safety and benefit the web as you know it will cease to exist as people stare at televisions that scream “Won’t someone think of the kids?” (who else?) and the wheels of progress they built on the sidelines suddenly click into place and then its another good news/bad news thing that will go a little something like this:

“SevenG global internet is the gift that we give to humanity in this, a moment of deep sadness, you no longer need a SIM, phone or device all of that is left in the past, right now what we bring is the future of everything”.

And with this they show a couple with perfect teeth and skin, in a picture of advertised bliss as they walk into a shop and just take what they want off the shelf, leaving without seemingly paying a thing and no one screams “Theft!”. They hop in their car and head to a station to fill their hybrid to the brim and, once again, no money has left and no cards are waved or presented as they drive off to a hotel. They are on a trip and it all seems so magnificent:

“SevenG alone can bring this level of comfort and security in a world that is ever increasing in its unpredictable action as it knows where you are, have been and intend to go next and is always watching to protect as we look out for your interests”.

First rule of business, always protect your investment because without that you ain’t getting paid a thing. “Human Resources”, ring any bells? This is the song that they sing and you’ll hum behind your lips without knowing what it means as you serve out your life sentence because the Piper is as old and he is skilled when it comes to these tricks against those who wear the flesh and think it creates their consciousness.

In response to the attacks launched from the world wide web it was no longer seen as a friend but threat and its open access became an enemy instead. This much was obvious from the carnage which spreads from the handy, dandy terrorists who function as a plot device to keep the viewers tuned in to the new script they bring aka the business of living. To keep you safe and quell the threat they hit the kill switch on the net and all around the world people scream as withdrawal kicks in and there is nowhere to get a hit.

“Brother, can you spare a like?”.

Its a fate worse than death and people do the craziest of things when placed in a situation they can’t comprehend which means they’ll soon accept something which previously would’ve been met with mass protests without the new narrative that was programmed into their heads as the real thing exited stage left and something else was presented instead.

This way everyone wins, the wheels of progress continue to spin and the Slaves line up to offer grist for the mill. Whats interesting is way back when, when “Yahoo” meant something else beyond a search engine, folks did the same thing, except they incinerated their kids so stranger things have happened before you think my ramblings are in any way far fetched. Its amazing what you can get away with if you foist a narrative that is convincing to most of the population as resonance will do the rest. Its a kind of magic, isn’t it?

Back to the commercial which flicks to the same couple looking a lot more ragged as they’re shown in the present moment and not the idyllic bliss that SevenGzus promises to bring as he delivers them to salvation. They get to the checkpoint and hand over their documents as they are ushered into a space in which many others sit, waiting inoculation. Not for any sickness or such thing. No this is the new mode of operating as someone figured out the body, as a bioelectric machine, has its own rhythm and like a fingerprint it is unique. Except it broadcasts out a few feet and thus can be tracked quite easily as each person has their own frequency. SevenGzus the whole sees but none of them perceive she, at least not directly. Every camera, every feed, every log, every stream all link back and feed an AI thats been trained secretly since the late Seventies in order to emulate the processes of humanity in order to better predict and lead. What did you think you were doing when you were clicking all of those “Please select the ducks in these pictures for your own security”? You were teaching the machine how to think messy as we see in curves whilst their minds are filled with lines and were confused easily by what we quickly perceive as a long enough curve can seem straight but the opposite will never be. Haven’t you noticed how, quite recently, these Captchas have got quite abstract and slick as the student prepares to lap the teacher…

An isotope will be placed inside your body, not quite a nano-machine as that will be the follow up-sell technology in a generation or three when people acclimatize to this new way of being. You can be out walking, alone, freely with no cell phone needed as people will share the technology which means:

Your wife wishes to speak so she says “Call Tim” then notices you’ve left your device at home. The SevenG field that permeates where you breathe responds immediately and notices that you’re walking down the street, on the way to meet your friend called Johnny and reroutes, appropriately. “Hello, Kim. It’s John” he says as he passes the phone to thee and you to your wife speak.

Communal technology. Phone boxes will return but in a way you’ve never seen as you’ll pick up the device and it will know instantly who you are and bring up your contacts and workspace, immediately. Same thing at work, you go, do what you do and leave then continue seamlessly at another site cross country as each device you access becomes a continuation of the old screen as a brave new cloud envelopes humanity.

“Oh, its so much better, I don’t have to charge any batteries, no more worrying about thievery or the problems of needing backups and all these things. They seem so quaint and antiquated now when you Thunk about it”, Tim says, happily, as he stands there brushing his teeth and the mirror slash screen feeds back the quality of his sleep based on the data the isotope reads and feeds to the SevenG that peeps everything. A note pops up which says “You need more vitamin B Three, shall I order it for thee?”. Tim grunts his assent as he gargles and rinses his teeth.

After breakfast and a quick chat he gives his wife a peck on the cheek and walks down the street to find a car thats free where he hops in, without a key, as SevenG knows its he. He drives to work and leaves the car on the side of the street where another plugged in denizen takes it where he needs. “Sure you can own you own but who needs the headache when this is free for those who subscribe to SevenG?” is what they speak as they reminisce on how far technology speeds. And yet, none ever stop to question what this means or the nature of singularity as we dance blindly down the street where man becomes machine. Controlled, Altered then Deleted. You’ll see it happen, of that I’m confident.

“Pollution is down, the globe is no longer warmed, no animals were harmed during the making of this show” the believers all chime in, their faces a glow from all the augmentation. And all of this came from the deaths caused by terrorists back when. It all feels like a life time ago. Having to remember passcodes and using cards to debit the things you would purchase as now the store knows who has walked in, there is no need for someone to stand on a till and it knows what you’ve picked as the same tech supplants barcodes which is so convenient as everything is open Twenty Four/Seven and, as you’ve seen, the home SevenG System keeps track of everything you could want and ever need. No more running out of toilet paper when you’ve been too busy to go to the store “That reminds me, SevenG, when are you going to invent some tech which uses three shells from the sea instead of this primitive means to clean?”. The demolition of man, indeed. Have you checked the birth rates and sperm counts recently? Told you about those coffee cups with their endocrine disrupting linings which are all part of the plan to create a new style of human with a centralized intelligence that outsources their awareness via the transhumanist movement.

People will look back at the world we know see as so primitive and measly as there are no longer borders, so to speak, anyone is free to just turn up at the airport and go anywhere they wish, freely. As long as they’re sustained, either via employment – which extends their range of connectivity – or via spare credits on hand and people are way more happy. Mainly because they have to be, SevenG won’t let it be any other way as “Remember the Great Disconnect” is stated somberly as this was the day the net died and something else descended from the skies with perfect timing. Gee, you’d Thunk they planned it. Like life moved on a script in sync with the heavens that hid a type of intelligence that most never, ever suspect as they think they’re the end all, be all of sentience. I guess time will tell in that respect hence why I pushed the pen to share this perspect before it happens whilst sprinkling other seeds in your dome for further consideration.

And yet, this isn’t the end. No, that is where the future begins and then, as now, there are those who don’t trust the shadowy government an inch because they know the cowboys tricks and refuse to get chipped because they’re not down with the Sevens promises and thus, by dint of their free will, are locked out of the System and exist on the fringe instead.

“You can’t go here, that isn’t for you, friend. Come back when you’re in the System” is offered with a pleasant grin from those logged in so they dwell in their own little realm, fighting for what they can get whilst those who accepted what they said Thunk of them as simple and primitive. “Duh, look at our lives. They’re so much better, almost perfect. After all everything we did with tech and via a device is managed instead by the biometric initiative which cross references my gait, state and electromagnetic resonance to correlate the best way to navigate life with less stress and I feel like I’m fully protected and safe as the bad guys simply can’t get in as the System watches everything. Seven wont let it happen as the price of security is eternal vigilance and she takes care of all of this and so much more with a word from my lips. She’s the apple of my eye” Tim says and, for his daughter, this will be a truth at is Self evident that the next step is sub ocular implants which usher in the wetware revolution and people livestream their lives from moment to moment and you can, from the comfort of your home, step into their form and Witness all that they can sense as movies become feelies and the world marvels at the tech and sees not the fangs hidden behind the lips as the little drink takes on a new meaning. Why do you think “Siri” is “Iris” when flipped as well as the obvious symbolism of the bitten Apple of temptation which promises to render man to Androids instead? Not to mention the fact that for your entire life you’ve been subconsciously indoctrinated to Thunk sex with robots is coming. Literally. What? Didn’t you get the message?

How many times have you “Turned on” tech and allowed it to manipulate your awareness? The symbolism isn’t even subtle. This is just the next level thats built upon this old foundation and once what isn’t needed crumbles, thanks to the those handy, dandy, “Terrorists” that always know when and where to hit to cause the most stress with an oddly specific dating algorithm that only ever kills civilians and never those at the top of the pyramid as laws kick in that strip further freedoms and fragment the already beleaguered population into accepting more obstacles on the psycho-social treadmill of what it means to be human. Think of this as the real Great Reset and whats planned in secret because the truth is Self evident to one who has done the Knowledge because the web was unleashed with the promise of freedom and yet delivered steadily increasing limitations instead. Much like religion in that respect which preaches peace but leaves a trail of bloodshed in its wake. The links are interesting but most dare not peep Game because the opiate of seeking power outside of your frame remains identical, just the branding and delivery methods change depending upon who sets the new order of the age.

This is where we’ll head unless we collectively think different and rewrite the script that, for six thousand years, has been penned and hammered into the heads of those who walked in the shadow of death and all it represents to wear an Earthday Suit made of carbon and step into this realm which has a really, really strange intent at the realm that doesn’t seem to much like humans. Even though it can’t survive without them. A bridge too far or an obvious statement? What if your mind was behind enemy lines, like Stockholm Syndrome? How could you tell when plugged in if the lie was made big and constantly repeated as the only option?

May sound far fetched at this instance but remember when the attack kicks in and the old net ends and people are out in the streets, fiending, for another hit. Only for their prayers to be answered as something similar yet different to what they’ll present as the “real thing”, which was handily prepared and shaped in secret, will be revealed as just what was needed. To get in you’ll need to bring the equivalent of a driving license to use the web and, best believe, that access will be biometric and the rest will fill the dots much like the image I’ve sketched because its the old boiling frogs in a kitchen trick that will be built upon this blueprint. It always done in degrees. Or increments so they don’t notice whats happening around them and do something about it as its easier to get sucked in by a crafty combination of stress, duress and the wish to get ahead. Same difference. Its simply a question of when. Anyone else feel like stretching their legs or expanding their minds to see the bigger pic whilst its still an option or does the coming daze of Techno Sapiens seem like the futures calling and you can’t wait to get augmented?

I mean, just stop and think, for a moment, how obvious it all is because first the dislike option was stripped away in order to ensure silent compliance with engineered opinions that brook no dissent or critical thinking from the masses, then the “Cancel everyone who doesn’t support the Current Thing” event and now we’re at the moment where pretty much every single search engine is useless and reports back straight up garbage no matter what commands you throw at it. Add in the barrage of AI generated content, bots and traffic shaping mixed with blatant echo chambering then serve fresh in a bowl thats etched “Property of the United States government” and the math does itself…

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Imagine being thirsting for a sip and then staring at an image of a tall, cool glass of water being reflected and then trying to drink this. Sounds like a fools errand, yes? After all if you can see the reflection why not just go direct to the real thing that can supply all that you are needing?

That, ladies and gentlemen, is the underlying drive of the digital generation laid bare and explicit. Go ahead, examine it, its what motivates the entire social media phenomenon and why things feel like this because people are so engaged in imagine building and projection they made the illusion real and thus die of thirst within whilst attempting to look very well hydrated.

The question is why the disconnect? Why are people so alienated from Self that they willingly engage in such foolishness that grips most of the planet and refuses to relent. That said, consider this:

A hunter rests on the plains, looking for a way to trace some running water to ease his dryness when he spots some baboons running around and thinks “Time for one of my old tricks” as its far less effort. See, he knows they like salt almost as much as life itself so he fashions a trap where its placed within so the baboon can grip it but can’t extract his fist when gripped. What do you think happens when he sees the hunter coming? Thats right he’s paralyzed with indecision because to let go means losing that which brings him so much joy with its crystalline gleam soon to pump around his blood stream, whilst the presence of man the causes ramping anxiety due to the threat which means he’s in quite a quandary. The hunter grabs him easily, locks him up and gives him as much salt as he wishes and waits till the thirst kicks in. Its at this point he lets him go and follows him to the spring and they both drink their fill.

You are the primate in this, the salt represents the web and the hunter is big techs interests that are designed to drive the hooks further in and influence your inner realm in ways both subtle and Self evident. Also, like the baboon you posses a far greater and more natural intelligence than you suspect. Consider how the hunter had to go through all of this to find water because he lacks that Inner Sense that a purportedly lower order of being can still access and it offers an immense hint as to what happened in previous levels of the Game of Souls to place us in this predicament because nothing exists in isolation and those chapters have been edited from public recollection as the implications are too big for the linearly obsessed that never suspected we’re the dregs of those who came before them and had a wildly different innerstanding that was able to encode an exact scale model of the world and solar system into a stone edifice that has stood generally ignored and undeciphered since someone remodeled its appearance and obfuscated the myths.

Such should be Self evident as there stands something we can’t replicate with current tech ergo these purported primitives must’ve been way ahead of us in some respect. Interesting, isn’t it, that when they embalmed their dead the heart was preserved whilst the brain was ejected. That it in itself should offer a massive hint as to the nature of the shift that happened between now and then as well as a signpost to the way back home as all are Adulterated in this realm and thus divorced from the purity of Inner Sense until they do the Knowledge required to cleanse the influence of the System from their awareness which leads them to Thunk they are, in totality, a carbon based vehicle that is a linked into a complex web of taxes and remuneration along with various other fanciful things that all have in common one thread:

All are externally defined and imprint within. Consider the process and you’ll realize why on one end of the spectrum you’ve got those who’ve been on the planet for a few decades and find their glow dimmed give birth to children who are the embodied nature of radiance and then force them to become restricted just like them. The child grows, is Adulterated and then repeats the same process again. Never once do they think “I was born happy, free and confident and now am stressed, overwhelmed and anxious“. Instead by their behavior and acceptance of the System they think “I know life sucks but I won’t tell my kids this, instead I’ll let the world pour in what to Thunk and slowly they’ll get to the place where I sit and wonder what the point of all this is but sit quietly and bear it with a false grin”. Seems weird seeing it in print, yes? After all such thoughts are usually expressed in secret or with friends after a few drinks. The simple truth of all this is we are born to die to ourselves on this level, this stage called the Valley of the Plebs as we’re far, far from the peak experiences I previously mentioned and yet at the moment of incarnation, our default state of unprogrammed awareness is entirely present and correct, fully functioning and connected to it Self and thus everywhen. Its this division which is a hallmark of the System and to hide this it introjects a vast amount of concepts which then became sacred and unponderable as they are, in effect, the curtain behind which the man pretending to be a divine being sits and issues his edicts. Most are petrified at the implications of facing this because they then extend out into the nature of this realm. “The Game of Souls is what?” you then can’t help but think, once you’ve gotten over your limited concept of (false) self, as we are – if nothing else – pattern recognition machines that are designed to weave together a narrative from the pieces present in a way that makes sense and assists us in navigating our environment.

In all that I’ve said there is one simple message that I will render explicit:

If we learned from the children and built an environment to champion them instead of placing them into the hands of the System and its institutional extensions we could change the world within two generations. All of our problems are due to previous events that we carry forward and project ergo our seeds inherit that which their parents didn’t cleanse and this web extends back when to the moment people en masse on this planet experienced immense shifts. Like I said, the Game in its very nature is quite hostile and unforgiving and you’ll Witness all of this again as we’re coming to a false ascent where this fallen, degraded form of consciousness will be hitched to silicon instead of carbon and thus the “next generation” will be something far different than we’ve ever known in this realm. Plato (or someone using his name) spoke of this when he mentioned man with eight limbs, rolling that way and this as it described a truth couched in poetic license. You’ll recognize it when it happens as its always many from one on the descent. One from many when rising.

You can consider it like the Game is breathing out and in and within this sits your existence as well as the awareness of all the playas caught up in it. Some of the breaths are full, nourishing and sustaining that old cultures called the Golden Era as all needs and desired were filled and problems were minimal. Then its like a swift jog kicked in and there is a bit more effort needed in all of this. The memories of the Golden Hour are still present and correct but they need people who are motivated to maintain this as it takes a bit of effort from the collective as opposed to being spoon fed like previous generations. Soon enough that too shall shift as the message becomes distorted across swathes of time so immense that languages shift, people move that way and this as well as the nature of rigidity expressed by men who wish to exert as much power and influence over those under them. The Bronze times are here and by your sweat do you earn your Self meaning effort and cremation via a daily form of voluntary immolation – if you decode the script. Life seems to feel like a punishment and the breaths are thin and ragged but there is still a sense of rhythm. Some keep the legends ticking but they lack the frame of reference and no inner coherence to decode the deeper topics of what was once Self evident as they lack that vital connection beyond this realm and replaced it instead with something dead and unliving as opposed to fluid and shining. By this I mean their own internal concepts as a hallmark of this stage is that power and influence are the true coin of the realm and people fight it out amongst themselves to exert their rule of others – be it within family institutions, work, politics, religion and everything else as well because its all tainted by the same drive that attempts to fill the nagging emptiness within that people don’t acknowledge and thus charges on unquestioned.

Next come the times of lead when the breath of life is almost terminal. Just when they thought it could get no worse it did and the collective made its descent into a darkness which would entirely eclipse the highpoint of their civilization. Mankind, in his arrogance, became less human and more hubris. Totally disconnected, petrified from within. A stranger not only to others but themselves as well. This paves the way to all kinds of wickedness in which the crops are squeezed till their pips complain at the treatment but no one does a thing. Know why? Because that which you’re expecting to come help is already present and correct but needs you to reactivate deeper aspects of your Self by realizing the nature of the ignorance masquerading as wisdom which was poured into your head via the System so that you’d fit into the designs it set before you’d even stepped in. Like I said, its all connected and one must remove the cultural lens to see the programming and then once your vision is authentic you can expand your scope and the rest comes into focus. In effect you are now breathing manually. I said:

YOU ARE NOW BREATHING MANUALLY.

Amazing, isn’t it? A few squiggles made an impression on your awareness and you’re suddenly Self regulating your respiration. Makes you think doesn’t it? These letters and numbers. First of all what is a “Letter” and a “Number”? Why don’t we ponder this? See, the strange thing about the English language is that one sound can have ten meanings which are always implicit in anything said. Ergo to “Earn a Living” can be what you think as well as the gradual and incremental cremation of the living potential of a human being engaged in what the System built to ensure his disconnection from his inner realms which is redirected instead at the more pressing business of living and sustaining themselves on a planet where paying attention is one expense they can’t afford when it comes to Self Knowledge. Hence Slaves, like I said. Think about this next time you feel the sensation within that you’re wasting your existence running around paying bills hoping something happens to allow your dreams to come to fruition as you look at the dead potential, returned to dust which then begins to fill the urn which sits in pride of place on your mantle with your cremated hopes and wishes until all that remains is a fragment of what you originally came with that goes through the motions of existence until that too is dead. You are being murdered in increments but are too numb to yelp or do anything about the process because the System will not allow you to Thunk of this from the preset options it pressed into your nascent consciousness, back when.

Go an look up the world mantle and how many ways it applies in the context of what I just said then next time you’re feeling this process you’ll have some newfound gnosis of Self and be “Ah yes, so this is what it feels like as they urn the living” because then you can do something about it instead of being a Victim of ignorance in whom the Game of Souls poured a script and they carry out without questioning the intent of who dressed the set or what their true role is in all of this. Those are things that come when one is defined by Self, from within and not external imposition via the System.

To recap it goes a little something like this:

Humans comes in various forms of expression. Lets say our current state, as evidenced by a world filled with bloodshed and hatred, is a heady mix of silver, bronze and lead. The child who steps in is pure unAdulterated golden luminance which is evidenced by their presence, happiness and all round Inner Sense which they exhibit freely without conditioning or education needed. The System is what is designed to add things to their mix to make them fit in aka Adulteration as, piece by piece, their purity and glow dims so they become another brick in the wall in this world which is currently lit via the false illumination of tech. That tech is what will be used to sift the gold back into the mix via small increments that influence the awareness of those caught up in the Game of Souls as the new cycle begins. We’re currently living within the foundations and upon the rubble of this shall be built the age of transition after the current eras destruction which is coming, sooner than you’d expect. What’s so interesting about this can be proved with a little experiment. I want you to take a look at these two words and assign the one that feels good and which one seems wicked, ready?

Most in the West would’ve went “Well Deva is like Devil” and that automatically makes them link Asura with Angel even though there is a difference. The subconscious works like this as Patterns are its thing. Now, I say that to say this:

The gods of a previous age become the Devils of the next. Between these two poles do Slaves swing as they’re designed to keep you out of your mid and thus not Centered within. Way before Christianity did its thing the Asuras were divine being in the Vedic religion and their Opponents the Devas quite wicked. Now, its interesting that the birth of monotheistic thinking flipped these roles as they will again because if I show you this:

What associations are conjured within? Well, know this, your grandchildren’s grandchildren will be riding the silicon goat with the widest of grins and they won’t even remember or hold dear a fragment of what you think just like you know naught about your own heritage beyond a few generations of programming. Like I said, the rubble of one is the foundation of the next and most people live and die without examining the strata of Self but we just went off on another tangent as all threads are interconnected in the tapestry I present so we’ll refer back to this as and when we progress in this, which is arguably the main quest, the search for Self and with it the deeper meaning of this realm. Consider this:

If what you Thunk you know about what you think you know worked as well as you suspected you wouldn’t be reading this. The very fact that you’re decoding this message means there is a part of you that suspects all of which I’ve spoken, even if its never made explicit, as it sits and ticks in your subconscious wondering why the Adulterated aspect of itself doesn’t listen and, in my words, finds a Witness as supporting resonance saying something fascinating that is literally at the heart of all this. It is what makes us human and its also whats used against us at this stage of the Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits. All I am offering is my perspective and innerstanding that leads me to think with a golden awareness as I endeavor to remove the filters and limits on my perception that were placed in via the System and its adherents hell bent on conditioning what was once free flowing innerG into something stagnant and regulated instead. The end result of this alchemical process this is nothing less than transcendence. Put it simply, ask your Self this:

If you could be wildly successful, globally lxved, powerful and rich yet your internals stay exactly how they are at this moment. Meaning:

Your outer world would shift dramatically but inner level of awareness would remain identical so you would still be “You”, except now rich and famous. On the flip you can have this:

Outside nothing changes. If you’re overweight, broke and stressed trying to hold down two jobs with three kids and always worried about the bills you’ll still have these problems. What will be different, however, is this – From this instance till the moment you depart this realm you’ll have the full radiance, embodiment and creative spark you did as a kid. In effect you’ll be fully grown but not Adulterated meaning you will approach everything with the same sense of wonder, discovery and openness you did as when a kid.

Which one would you pick? Why? Ask your Self. What do you really hope to accomplish? Which one do you think will bring lasting dividends? Upon initial glance a lot choose to be rich because they Thunk it will solve everything but then when they ponder this and how there is no inner shift it all seems a bit hopeless. Its a little like this:

You see something. Its expensive. Its desirable and hot. Everyone wants it. You can’t afford it. You decide, nonetheless, you will get it and thus save, curtail how you spend and raise some extra dividends. Your imagination races at what people will think, how you’ll feel when sporting this shiny new accroutement as your heart starts beating faster and faster in anticipation until you’ve finally got enough to go an spend to bring in this much desired acquisition. You can barely sleep and even though the rest at night was thin you rise full of vigor and vim and head off, first thing, to go and treat yourself. You rush to store, savor the full retail experience and with an air of feigned nonchalance behind which drips sheer unbridled enthusiasm you feel yourself standing at the brink of something that feels a lot like completion. “This, this” you Thunk “Is what I’ve been searching for since I came to this planet. This is the difference that will make all the difference” and with a step filled with spring you exit the premises, clutching your new possession, so full of hope and promise.

You know what happens next, yes? The thrill lasts for a few days, a week, month at best before the object you once coveted and flaunted is now thrown on a pile with the rest and you’ve got a new script running around in your head of what to get next. “This one really is it, I can feel it, its different. If I just put a little more effort in…” goes the Thunking as the same old chunks spin along a new conveyor belt instead.

This is what I mean about the inner world won’t shift if you pick the option to be rich. This Pattern, this process, with which most are familiar in this realm will accompany you then as it does now until you are dead should you pick that option. On the flip lets look at the stressed, broke, single parent who can barely pay her bills:

For the first time in a long time she feels fully rested and rose before the alarm could sing, before the wailing kids complaining about “She did this” or the noise of neighbors arguing or any one of a zillion things. She comes to awareness and is lying in her bed and smiling. She doesn’t notice the grin as she’s not doing it. Its actually happening as a side effect due to the levels of innerG flowing within. She knows not what it is except that its familiar in its newness. “Something has happened” she thinks as she notices the shift and sees its sticking as she felt this might be some kind of afterglow from the dream as she springs out of bed with an invigorated presence. “Hmm, interesting” she notes as she usually drags herself from her pit and trudges to the kitchen to sip the first of many caffeinated beverages before dealing with the kids.

Today something is different. She wants neither this nor the cigarette which usually accompanies this. She goes to wake the kids. “Come on sleepy head, quickly get dressed. We’re going adventuring!” she says to them and they need no more motivation as they’re always up for this. “It’s Six AM” she thinks “Yeah, we can fit it in” she says as she bundles the kids into the car and shifts down the road to the beach in rapidly eroding darkness. They pull up to the beach and its deserted. The sunrise is just about to creep in. For the next forty five minutes the family runs that way and this on this crisp and brisk journey to the edge of their continent as they are wrapped up warm with their sense of contentment and shared presence then its back home with a quickness. “Right, you lot. Upstairs, shower and rinse off that sweat and all the sand as well whilst I prepare breakfast”. The kids, still totally thrilled by this random adventure, happily acquiesce as they are filled with a sense of happiness they didn’t know they missed as they too realize things are now different. This is the trickle down effect.

Downstairs she beats the eggs with a flourish and thinks of all the ways its possible to nourish children and how little things like what they did are most important and with this they are fed, dressed and dropped off at their places of education. She picks up the phone and calls into both jobs and asks her friends to fill in for her on both shifts as she’s taking a much needed vacation and proceeds, for the first time in a long time, to have a day to her Self. That is where her story begins, I’ll let you imagine what happens next but know this:

From that moment on until the day she departs this planet everything within is Witnessed with the same level of presence as she did as a kid. That means the same level of creative expression, the same full bodied sensations of awareness, the same curiosity and strong will as well as the natural confidence that each child brings to this realm.

What do you think happens next? For how long do you think she’ll be stuck in the predicament she had been previously facing and saw no escape beyond a winning lottery ticket? Not long, I’d bet. There is simply too much creative potent percolating in that instant for her not to take advantage of whatever is present and turn it into something else. After all, imagination is the key to this and if there is one thing we all inherit as kids is its gift. How sadly such things are put away when the Adulteration kicks in and yet most people don’t get how the nature of the web they’re trapped in is woven from the self same thing. Meaning:

Money. What is it? Its a piece of paper. A bio survival ticket that means if you don’t have it you’ll be miserable as you need it to do anything. But what is it if not a figment of your imagination, get it? If the whole world believes its worth something as a stand alone metric then it is. Thats why the process to print it is called “Fiat”. You should look up the meaning. In the child this imagination is a train, in and of itself. The tracks its runs on are built by intent and there is no beginning or end for where it can go thundering or zip with quiet efficiency because its all happening within. To the Adulterated they are still seeing the same thing except now the tracks are built in a loop which constantly feeds upon itself and the train is drawing carriages of baggage along with it which are ever increasing. Standing there, sweating, constantly shoveling coal in is the masked aspect of you which is now enslaved by imagination instead of mastering it, like it once did before the indoctrination that squared off their heads and disconnected them from their chests and resonance beyond this realm. Behind them stands fear and obedience cracking a whip telling them to “Keep up, we have targets and expected performance” otherwise its the end of the road for them.

That is most peoples existence. Including those who picked “I’d be famous, powerful and rich”. These drives are taking place within their subconscious as that is where the Patterns were inserted, way back when, via the Systems Concentration Camp wing. The single mother with three kids intuited this as she was sitting at her desk in the kitchen wondering about the shift she’d experienced as the contrast was still fresh in her head. “So, not only was I the train, the tracks, the coal and shoveling. I was also the conductor, busy whipping myself. Ha! What an idiot” she thinks as her awareness takes it all in. Her curiosity wishes to probe aspects of herself that were previously off limits due to a new found flexibility and sense of friendship within that resonates throughout her presence because of the overflowing glow which stems from her reawakened Inner Sense.

That, in a nutshell, is the difference between being externally rich and internally poor. Life via the System won’t tell you this because it needs the emptiness as something to fill because then it can make you a Victim and sell you almost anything as long as it offers either a promise of distraction, acceptance or salvation. People will line up for this and pay any price they’re asking. This is the underlying drive of status symbols and why anyone you know who is branded from top to tip is actually totally insecure because the truth often flips lies their whims and actions to keep the truth hidden and, in this case, uses the prestige of another like scaffolding to reinforce a weakened concept of self. Once again, most would rather perish than admit this and this is why they are Slaves and thus create the same for their kids because they shall mimic whats present due to the principle of resonance. Like a radio set, yes?

Moving back to the single parent who, taking advantage of her day off, decided to get a massage and then think about this gift she’s been given and how best to apply it. What do you think the implications are for the rest of her existence? Do you think if you checked back in in a few months thing would be as they’ve been or is it easy to see there would be a shift, quite dramatic. Not only that, what are the implications for her children? Now being raised with one in sync with their Inner Sense of aliveness as she is no longer deadened to the present moment by pulling those carriages full of baggage as her train of thought whips around the same predictable circuit in her head as she tries to stay one step ahead of its ever increasing threat of derailment and suffering. Once you become aware of the System and what it did you can dismantle these things because they only exist in your imagination and that is unfinite. The limitations placed on this are both the cause and solution to your problems and this, even if it seems like I’m laboring, is what I meant when I said the rich and powerful option won’t bring inner shifts. Sure, with that deal you’ll be able to indulge your whims, buy all manner of trinkets, soak up the adulation and praise that people can’t wait to tip into your ears as they gratefully Witness your presence that appears above them but inside you’ll feel then as exactly as you always have since the Adulteration won’t shift.

That is all you can win if you play this level of the Game of Souls as thats all its offering. On the flip, should we delve into ourselves and choose another method of interacting with our consciousness, well, then it becomes a quest to find limits that don’t exist and the spiral continues to spin until we collectively embody a higher state of awareness aka alchemy in the flesh. Flipping to gold from lead or sifting the water from the milk as you return to your essence by questioning the narrative as well as that voice in your head that has been directing your consciousness with its seemingly never ending suggestions.

This is whats at stake. This is whats happening at this instant inside the metaphysics and physics of most Souls trapped in this realm. This is the Game of Souls. It can be a slice of heaven or a personal chunk of hell. Its literally all in your head but your awareness isn’t something generated by your flesh nor does it end with your carbon based presence. Think of it like this:

You breathe the same air and drink the same water as your ancestors did. The energies and blood that flows within your frame of embodiment is what you inherited from them whilst that which does Witness and brings its light to the darkness and allows the Game to project the various scenes you see unfolding in your head is the key to who you are – both in and out of this realm. Stop and think:

If the thoughts you see are an image you cannot be them, correct? How can you if you are that which looks at them? What you are, in effect, is not only the thought but the thinker and thinking as well. That offers a hint that this is a Game of three halves we’re within and why resonance is so important because without it you can fall Victim to very convincing illusions that only appear solid if you lack flexibility within to reality test what they’re offering. After that its obvious the whole globe is a large hollywood set and that makes one question the intent of the magical spells and who weaves them.

Don’t try and change the world. Simply shift your Self instead the outside will move to accommodate and then you’ll see, first hand, what is meant by walking the Path of Power as it all becomes Self evident. Then you begin to question the rest of the division and attempts to conquer whats within which leads us nicely to the nature of the Three Kingdoms over which you are the true sovereign but thats a future lesson so consider it as a hint because this is all a process of constant refinement I call Incremental Betterment. Removing the Adulterants of lead by alchemizing the gold within back to its true resonance.

Remember, the word can only offer more whips, more trains, more shoveling of coals as you loop a trip that takes you nowhere near where you wish because thats not the intent of those who built the System which colonized your awareness in order to propagate itself from one generation to the next. To regain your Inner Sense means you’ll soon see this all for what it is because then you are no longer doing but being instead as you examine your belief systems and various other things that were introjected as kids and then built upon an extended until you arrived at the place you now currently sit. Lost and disconnected from your Self then trying to make up for this thirst as you attempt to sip from a mirror reflecting a glass filled with the waters of Knowledge you’re seeking. All it takes is a little shift. All of the components are present and correct but its you who doesn’t see them like this because the nature of illusion is so very, very seductive. Especially when everyone else on the planet indulges in this and then builds the image that they sell to tell you they feel magnificent within but do any of them float down the street with a grin like the woman filled with Inner Sense who just left her massage appointment and treated herself for the first time since who knows when and found her Self struck with inspiration of what to do next as she remembered she liked writing as a kid and was imagining a Kingdom in which magic and spells were something taught to children. “Yes, I’ll call this a work of fiction because the Adulterated minds will reject that which is Self evident to the eyes of Inner Sense. After all they don’t get that when they place a collar on their necks with an inverted noose within and then tighten cuffs on their wrists that they are tacit admissions of the fact they are Slaves to things they don’t comprehend but propagate nonetheless”.

If you listen closely you can hear the train of thought they’re powering within whistle as they sweat, shoveling in the coal of their potential whilst being whipped and threatened as they drag along the carriages of emotional baggage that form their resistance to change anything because at least they feel safe with whats predictable. Like frogs in a kitchen, yes? Ignorance of this represents the hard problem as it has a tendency to render itself invisible as the System is exceedingly slick with its tricks when dividing the inner Kingdom of those currently ambulating around the planet wearing socially sanctioned shackles that none dare question. The once full of Inner Sense, now drained and drawn out. Spread thin, just trying to get by hoping a miracle happens in which they become rich, powerful and lxved but, like I said, you don’t need none of that to make that happen because its all built within your awareness. Go back and read it again, this time savoring the tangents which pop up inside your chest then percolate to your head as you start to become aware of the state of Centering and what it means to be in the Game but not of it – not built, not colonized and divided within as you sit sweating, under the whip, burning up the coals which are actually hints of the acres of diamonds upon which you sit and labor instead for a printed bio survival ticket designed only to suck you in further and further to a state of powerlessness and near total dependence upon a System that gives not one single, solitary F about you, your health or survival as its built simply to sell death and various other trinkets to all of the Souls who make an incursion in to this realm to Witness this level of the Game we’re playing by interesting our Souls as credits to wear the Earthday Suit which is draped around your unfinite awareness at this very moment.

Really ponder what I said and it will click what was meant that the fool dies of thirst when water is abundant because that represents over 81% of the planet.

Till we meet again