Exponential Growth After a Near Death Experience

They say there can be no initiation without the risk of death being present. That, to me, now makes loads of sense when I look at what I was and am becoming as the difference between the pre and post is on a whole nother octave of expression. Have you ever seen how a tree grows? The inside attempts to transcend the outer limits of the shell wrapped around it and thus the bark splits in order to accommodate the shift.

Thats exponential growth after a near death experience, in a nutshell. The revelation of what was otherwise hidden. Muscle building works just like this as done any other habit or skill ranging from driving a car to juggling. In many ways you could say this is the blueprint of life in this realm. Sadly, many people are in a state of arrested development that is akin to the old bonsai tree thing because (without the external limits placed upon it) what is within is identical to its fully formed expression.

In retrospect all of my life was building to this event and it was going to have its actualization in one of two scales. Either I would be the one handing out the death or I would be on the receiving end of the business. I’m glad I had the wisdom in the moment to make the wisest decision even if what followed was a maelstrom of emotion and energetics that left me hanging onto my flesh by the faintest golden thread. “Ah, thats me!” I said as I floated around in the abyss and came face to face with my Self that is eternal and immaterial. Actually, lets back up for a bit because nothing exists in a vacuum and there was a precursor event to this:

If you were into lifting in the early double ohs you’ll know, quite well, about the preworkout phenomenon. If energy drinks give one a hit then these bad boys were akin to smoking rocks. Or meth. Actually, the latter is quite accurate as they got banned, pretty quick, due to using derivate compounds that had much in common with said substance. The feeling of training on them was immense. You literally had limitless strength as you’d unlocked reserves of energetics you were previously unaware you possessed. Needless to say, personal bests were obliterated during the reign of these supps and the muscular growth was magnificent. How does this link into my near death experience? Simple:

One fine spring day I’d been heavily training chest and had got to the point where I simply could not push out another rep. My upper muscles were pumped and yet I was still raring to go so I decided I’d run home instead of driving. See the logic? Anywhen, that I did (at full belt) in order to get the excess of the preworkout out of my system and thus I unlocked the door whilst quivering as I was absolutely starving and needed to be fed. “First I’ll get fresh” I said, inside my head, and whilst getting undressed I flopped down on my bed as I was totally exhausted after much intense exertion. Thats when something quite strange happened. You ever walked up the steps and expected another there that wasn’t present? Well, take that imperience and flip it into this:

I flopped down on the bed, eyes closed, and just kept falling and falling. It felt like it was endless. A void or abyss would describe it best. Thankfully I was no stranger to mapping my awareness and thus remained Centered in Self as it was happening so I took it all in with a sense of wonderment at what was unfolding. Who I was on Earth, the life I’d lived, the guy lying on bed – all vanished. I was somewhen else. A place that was far more real and authentic. I knew it well but couldn’t quite state the rhyme or reason for where I found my Self yet. Looking around in the darkness I became aware of an immense radiance, shining, that was colored with a hue that doesn’t exist in this realm. A luminescent iridescence of pure sentience describes it best but that doesn’t capture the shimmer and sense of presence that was effortlessly flowing through my awareness now separated from the flesh and the five sensory limits provided by this three dimensional realm. This was a full on multi-modality thing. I knew, intuitively, I was this. Before, during and after the flesh. Imagine if you’d spent your lifetime looking at pictures and mistaking those flat Two D representations for reality itself and then, instead, were plunged into the actual event and thus could feel the sun on your skin, the wind in your hair and sand under your feet as you took in the feel of a kiss being placed upon your lips that grin as you’re fully present in the moment with her slender limbs draped around your neck as you sense the beat of the heart in her chest that your presence makes swell with pure affection and attraction via electromagnetic activation and holographic resonance. Live and direct. Then amp this up by infinity and you still wouldn’t be close to how it felt.

Coming face to face with my faceless presence is simply indescribable because it was all underpinned with an immense sense of Knowing. I knew I was this. I knew I was perfect. I knew I was eternal. What followed next in this exchange, or recalibration to be more accurate, is a private thing but I shared it as it links to what happened during my near death experience as we met again that I detailed, elsewhen. I strongly suspect this is why what we call ghosts exist in this realm because they are from Souls that have died without Knowing the Ledge and thus are quite surprised to find themselves feeling much like they did when wearing flesh but now in a totally different frame of reference. As I was taking in the scene and marveling at the fact that I can see via ten eighty degree vision that extends beyond dimensions I felt a wave permeate this ribbon of consciousness that shared the awareness:

“He is dying”.

Just like that. Not words. An observation. No emotional investment or lofty proclamation. Just a statement.

One of the weirdest things about all of this was looking at my own countenance from a third person perspect as he was rapidly expiring and losing vital fluids. At that moment the earthbound aspect of me (that is a fractal expression of this pure awareness. A state I call the Witness) did raise a protest. “Nope, not happening. We’ve came too far and been through too much to call this the end. You’re a Soul with a mission to uplift the collective so lets get back to the flesh as this will still be here at the end of our spin and the aim is to sprinkle some wisdom in this realm before hearting to the exit”.

In a flash I was back in my body and it was fighting for dear life. Later on, whilst introspecting, I noticed that the event that bought me back from a higher realm was my forefinger automatically circling my upper lip. Did you know that if you do that to an epileptic having a fit it also snaps them back to a regular state of embodiment? Interesting, yes? This was then rapidly followed up by quite a few intuitive movements that I later discovered were akin to jumpstarting the radiant circuits within that I’ll soon be sharing as they are a really, really great way of changing how you feel and keeping the change. The aftermath of this was so intense that I can only refer to animation in order to share the message:

You ever seen those cartoons were a character literally jumps out of their skin?

That is exactly how it felt. Exactly. I was now between both worlds. Up the creek without a paddle, or so it seemed. Like I said, no true initiation comes without the risk of death because otherwise its just pretend and only one who has leapt into the abyss can truly claim to Know the Ledge. In that respect I owe great honor and respect to my friends who arranged all of this in secret via various illicit shenanigans and behind the scenes maneuvering. I do also wonder about all of the Souls that met a terrified end doing this or wound up as in patient schizophrenics, heavily sedated, while trying to put together the pieces of what just happened. More on this later as I had many a revealing conversation in various insane asylums with those who intuited I was “One of them… But different”. Like I said, my adventure in the flesh has been most interesting and it just keeps improving in ways I can’t currently imagine in every metric.

See, one of lifes greatest secrets is that the flesh isn’t where it begins or ends. Its simply a waypoint of a process of condensing. See what I wrote previously about the snowman being scared of melting and you may catch my drift. On a more mundane aspect this is the same process that kicks each night as you drift as various circuits go offline in order for you return to your source and then get plugged back in again on rising. This is why you may get up some times seeming less than perfect and say things like “I just don’t feel like my Self. Must be the way I slept”. Man often trips over great truths in this realm. Sadly most dust themselves off, pay it no mind and get back on with the business of living. Not me.

It seemed my first trip beyond the flesh where I’d pushed my body beyond the limits and became pure spirit in the process was a trailer to this feature presentation. Thing is now I had to find a way to fix my ravaged energetics that had been ripped to shreds in the process. Getting back to the deal it felt like some force had swung an immense axe at my family tree and all that remained before the “Timber!” yell was the tiny sliver of bark holding on that refused to give in. That, as I’d later find, was the child within. Actually, I’m grinning as I type this because the gift of that reconnection was so immense and wonderful because he knew way more that I could ever imagine and that strength currently dwells within each Adulterated Soul in this realm and that realignment with Inner Sense could be said to be the intent of the willhelpme project of which you are now a participant because life without this gnosis is akin to wearing a welders mitt and wondering why your sensations have dimmed. Or looking at flat pictures in lieu of the direct imperience. That pesky Mind Made Prison strikes again!

If I could pick up your Witness now, where it is in that well worn groove of the record of your life performance, and switch it back to the state of Inner Sense you’d get, in an instant, what I meant. What I’ve been pondering today is if that is even possible without dancing with death as I did? If not then there is no point in all of this but, on the flip, I strongly suspect that the tools and methods I’ve developed in the oh so lucky thirteen years between now and then can be of immense help to anyone who wishes to truly feel alive again. See, the saddest thing about reality, as it is, is that most people are running around with a very badly programmed internal OS in their heads that is almost entirely disconnected from their chest and abdominal intelligence. These I call the Three Kingdoms. Just bringing these back online gifts a world of difference to the previous version of you that will seem dumbed down and numbed out in comparison. Life is simply more vivid.

They say that which doesn’t kill simply exists to reveal a strength one didn’t know they possessed until the meeting. Of this I can attest because one of the most intriguing things about this event was it took all my theoretical research and ponderings and made them extremely visceral yet totally metaphysic as well. Non dual, I believe they call it. In the world, but not of it. As such how can one harbor any ill will toward the ruffians that plotted my end by posing as friends whilst being secretly hell bent on my destruction and exit from this realm before my mission could truly begin? It also offers immense hints about the fact that there is a force that is far superior and yet more subtle that favors my mission so lets keep on keeping on because the feature presentation is about to begin and I can safely say you will remember these events for the rest of your lives.

That sentient light that I mentioned is you, in essence. From one incarnation to the next you are truly playing hide and seek with your Self except the tale in your head changes from one spin to the next and you keep chasing it on the psychosocial treadmill the System designed and built in order to profit from your ignorance and suffering. That is just one way of playing the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits and there are many, many alternatives. The Path of Power is one such thing. A collection of insights, methods and tools for reality testing and changing your wavelength in ways that are as palpable as they are ineffable as everything changes yet remains the same as you are now decoding instead of being encoded. That old peri/telescope strikes again! Actually that makes me think of two things I’ll share before I jet:

First, there is a programming language to this reality that I’ll share using the metaphor of a mansion with nine party guests in fancy dress that make up your adventure in the flesh. Everyone is ran by this as its the basis of their existence and why their life is as it is. This is testable, mappable and empirically verifiable hence reality is scripted and free will is an illusion. Actually, its a muscle that one must build. You can think of it as DLC, not standard equipment but worth investing in. Second, they say that babies only have two fears when they step in. One is loud noises and the other is falling. Know why this is? Its because of the real big bang that happens when sperm meets egg and this is a hyper dimensional process. Imagine a Yin/Yang split of complementary opposites, currently disconnected and thus still potential, in which the heavenly light shines into earthbound darkness at your moment of inception stealthily getting bound together by 8 golden threads that will form the axis around which this duality spins. The thunder cracks when it links and the illumination is immense as that which is unfinite is now being wound around cells that engage in mitosis in order to form the flesh you’ll wear to interact with this realm as your consciousness rushes toward this dimension via the resonance being built by that which will house it for this spin of the Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits.

This is the same glow that I mentioned from my near death experience. The same one that makes pregnant women seem illuminated from within and shines from the eyes of all children (Remember, we are all Warriors when we step in) before they’re Adulterated by the machinations of the System and become mere fragments of themselves running on the psychosocial treadmill with the rest. Liberation from this by the consideration of another perspective to recode your internal OS is all the Path of Power is offering:

A way to become more of your Self.

Not theoretical hypotheticals or metaphysical navel gazing, let the dead bury the dead with that mess. Actual methods and things you can implement here, now, in order to make an immense difference when it comes to your embodiment and wavelength. Here’s your starter for ten:

Find a spoon that is made from a magnetic metal. Take said implement and rub it around in circles and figure 8s on the soles of your feet before you go to bed for a few minutes each. See if you notice the difference. For best results do it again upon rising and any time you feel less than vibrant and after twenty one consecutive rays of this new habit I’m quite certain you’ll notice a shift in your baseline awareness. Say, think you may tread upon a “Soul” that hold the keys to “Heal” for a reason?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Do You Have an Aggressive Intellect?

Do you have an aggressive intellect?

81% of the people walking around on the planet don’t. They did, once upon a when, but it was trained, cajoled or beaten out of them so they learned to accept what someone else said. Not so for those with an aggressive intellect as they are akin to a traveling salesmen knocking on door of wisdom and failure is not an option as gnosis is their main quest in this incarnation.

Now, that may sound a tad dramatic but really it isn’t. If you’ve ever been so engrossed in researching that you forget to eat and didn’t notice the sun dipping and rising again whilst you were reading then congratulations, you have an aggressive intellect. Back when, in school, these types were often seen as problem children. Nowadays they’d be medicated, real quick, and that shows you the true nature of the System which brooks no questions that are not part of its syllabus. Another common trend is they may reject tradition or themselves be outcasted from their own people. This part is really, really interesting and it comes down to the fact that an endless inquiry is a like a thirst that cannot be quenched by surface level understanding as innerstanding is what is needed. To those who are plugged in, card carrying members your views may seem blasphemous and this isn’t strictly limited to religion as you can extend it to many concepts like science and why its nine to five. Know why? Because eight to six may just kill a bish!

Best believe the Slave/Masters who set all of this up for this spin on the Game are really quite excellent at creating a Mind Made Prison inside the heads of those who accepted the programming and then convinces them that freedom (which costs for every step) is found by how well you decorate your personal insane asylum.

Like I said, saying these kinds of things to those who have no Knowledge of Self can seem quite caustic because its something they secretly wondered, once upon a when, but never dared to express. This is the Warriors mindset and its standard equipment for every Soul that steps into this realm and only 8% will possess its innate skills and deal over the age of twenty six. Life for them is, often, not the best. Why? Because they’re constantly going against the grain like salmon swimming upstream where the bear awaits them. Call it another level of challenge in the Game, variables that keep it interesting or those that reject the programming. The labels are irrelevant because at the heart of this is an aggressive intellect that simply refuses to accept anything presented to them with the official seeming stamp of “The way it is”. Know what comes next?

“Why?”.

Have you ever wondered why this spell sits between X and Z? Because most are already written off before they get to this step due to the nature of the System and its various limbs that exert influence and thus they end up sleepwalking living a life that somebody else scripted. Say this to them and they’ll deny it with a vehemence that is quite interesting because the real truth doesn’t need to be defended but intricate lies demand constant bloodshed.

Like I said, things like this make me wonder about the true intent of this realm that mangles your awareness by Adulterating your consciousness after tearing it to shreds during your development. “You came here to serve a life sentence” once came up in conversation and the uproar from the room was immense. “You’re wrong”. “You’re depressed”. “Obviously anyone who thinks this is miserable” and such things dripped from their lips as I sat there, grinning. They then went onto list a huge chunk of reasons why life was fantastic, how great it is to be them and why my statement is so stupid. What happened next was most interesting as for the next month whenever we met and they started to mumble or grumble about something they detest I simply said “Life sentence!” then dipped to allow them to reflect on it. It got to the point that it worked like Pavlovian conditioning and they could tell it was coming and thus ensured only good news dripped into my awareness from their presence as they modulated their behavior to keep up with their (false) self image.

After all of this one Soul said:

“I get it. Yeah, that makes perfect sense. You know, I never realized how much I hated all of this because I dared not face it“.

I asked him to stop drinking and start thinking instead as I handed him a notepad and pen with the request:

“Question everything you do for the next nine days until you get to a bare metal emotion”.

This he did as he had a Warriors spirit and coming face to face with his illusions simply made him furious as the trick was large, so immense and so slick that he hadn’t seen it coming. And he prided himself on being two steps ahead to which I said:

“You are on the psychosocial treadmill. Thats why the rest acted like they did because they know, secretly, but dare not admit it as they all use the same barometers of false progress which manufacturing proof for the lies they tell themselves”.

Nine days later he rocked up with a few more pads, well scribbled, as he said:

“Man, what the F? Are you kidding? Are you kidding? I wish I’d never done this because now I can’t unknow it and have to keep on trekking“.

I let him vent then asked:

“If you were to compare your internal temperature in terms of Self Knowledge between then and now what would you say is the main difference?”. He paused, reflected and then responded:

“I want to know”.

“What?”.

“Everything. If feels like I’d spent most of my life with this mask on my dish that I got so used to seeing I’d forgotten what the real flesh was like underneath. I can’t stop now. Its simply not an option and never will be because it feels like…”.

“Like you’ve awakened from sleep?”.

“Yes, exactly! Just that. I’ll admit I thought the Mind Made Prison concept was some special kind of craziness you’d picked up whilst dealing with lunatics because it makes sense when looking at their madness but now I get that as they seem to we I must’ve seemed to thee except this insanity is socially sanctioned, never inspected and rarely questioned“.

Needless to say his family turned up to yell that I was a bad influence that had corrupted their son with my philosophical ramblings until I asked them how much happier does he seem? How much fuller of life and keen to learn he felt? Was there an old spring back in his step? Could they see beyond the curtain of their own ignorance and accept something fresh flowering within the one they bought into this realm? The father didn’t get it, the mother nodded her head. Turned out he’d had quite a harsh upbringing that isn’t uncommon with the religious where faith was literally beat into them and he used to ask a lot of these type of questions, back when. Ranging from “Why is there evil if god is all powerful?” up to “If everything is as he intended then how can one go to hell if he made us like this?” as well as “If everyone praises the same thing then why are they always fighting?“. She had, secretly, wondered such things but never dared bring them to her lips but did listen as her developing child questioned the why of what is. Her husband, on the flip, saw that as straight up blasphemous so when I showed her the potential timeline of her seed, in less than a decade, going off the rails during what they’d term a mid life crisis (which is actually due to the Spiritual Immune System making a resurgence which we’ll get into elsewhen) she said:

“That all makes sense. You truly are a good friend”.

As a result their relationship became way more nurturing than it had ever been and, eventually, his father came round as well so he exclaimed, with a grin:

“My boy is very well read, he is a true scholar, par excellence. That is divine passion roaring within him to comprehend all of this magnificent creation. Blessed be this miracle!” proudly, to his friends, who nodded their heads after hearing him speaking.

As you can probably tell he’d readjusted his Reality Tunnel to drape this socially acceptable skin over his childs development after the initial birthing pains of freedom that are the hallmark of an aggressive intellectual. In many ways this is simply a trend that is part of our innate Inner Sense coming back to the helm. In a world of fakeness the real is seen as a threat because artful deception taints most peoples perceptions and thus knows that if the authentic doth resurrect then surely its the end for them and their dominance. In Matrix-speak, many are simply not ready to be disconnected and, worse still, will actively fight for their bondage as they raise up symbols they don’t truly comprehend beyond the officially sanctioned stamp in their head that says “The way it is”.

To me, it seems, that the first, last and only freedom in this realm dwells inside your head, and yet, many never develop this muscle and allow it wither instead as they become intellectual invalids who are spoon fed what to Thunk by that voice inside their head. Thats a deeper topic and I wish for this one to be a swift missive so we can cover that, elsewhen, should you wish. For now, know this:

Most people walk around in a state of arrested development. I call that state Adulterated and its akin to a callous on their awareness. Dead skin that prevents true feeling and intuition, in the moment. That is, after all, the only time that ever exists as the ones to come are termed future in the heads of those who call those that left the past and thus many never, ever unwrap the gift of the present. Within it are countless things of wonder, so astounding, that to speak on them is a fools errand but I will say this:

Imagine you rose from bed, the next AM, and instead of that old internal OS you knew so well that found life boring and predictable you had Inner Sense back at the helm. It looks around at the concepts you’d accepted with a new perspective and instantly does spring a fresh train of thought which is directed solely at one station:

“Who am I?“.

That really is the Game, in a nutshell, and why I’ve said that it all plays out inside your awareness. Comprehending this in the flesh is something so subtle yet blatantly obvious that it makes life before gnosis feel like you’d been wandering around in a scuba diving outfit with welders mitts on your wrist. Numb and disconnected. Instead the simplest of things can become so enchanting and this state itself is most addictive for not just the Soul but those surrounding as its akin to a light, long dimmed, shining, once again, in the darkness. So, I ask you, my friend:

Do you have an aggressive intellect?

If so, nurture it. We are living in times of unparalleled freedom and access to information so become the vehicle of your own liberation as a rising tide of awareness lifts all ships made of flesh that weren’t aware there are other options. Such is the nature of the Game of Souls as its designed to be addictive and the fact that 81% (Plus the other 11 that get served a similar dish with different garnish) accept the script, without question, shows the power of collective hypnosis and its from this that Warrior within must awaken by Knowing the Ledge.

Pure consciousness is all there is and that doesn’t begin in your head or end at your skin. Ultimately you are this. The rest is simply part of the great illusion of the Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits for the flesh we’re currently wearing and the story inside your head that most dare not question, even if it makes them miserable and driven to distraction from one day to the next in ways that are so predictable.

Till we meet again

You Are Here to Overcome Yourself

The only toxic relationship you have in this world is the one with your (false) self. The sad thing is many people don’t comprehend this because they dwell under the ever increasing burdens of this construction that is built upon layers and layers of programming, ignorance and misdirected attention. Those who don’t Know, the 81%, actually Thunk this (false) self is them.

As you can probably tell its not only a seductive but destructive habit because it runs unchecked among a vast chunk of Souls in this realm and thus they perish due to a lack of Self Knowledge. To put it in a more visceral way:

You use your car to get from A to B, yes? At no point do you step into said vehicle and say:

“I am the latest lineage holder of this brand and its heritage” and then proceed to define every single thing about you via this chunk of metal placed upon four rims. That seems quite stupid, doesn’t it? No matter how much you enjoy what it provides, how it gleams in the sun or the way the acceleration makes you feel there is a very, very clear demarcation between the me that is, before, after and during, and that which it uses to bring that imperience.

That is how I feel about the flesh, the story that used to run in my head and its immense influence on the rest because of my misidentification with the facts it presents which are actually fiction. Lets pretend, for a moment, that the car itself becomes sentient once you’re behind the wheel. It has no autopilot function, it is, in effect, a parasitic process that needs your presence in order to do what was intended. What if it was scared to death of you walking, strolling or dancing without it and thus conspired to keep you hemmed in. Imagine the world it would build from this perspective being placed in everyones heads. Can you think how the people would feel? How alienated? How disconnected? How unable to share their inner realms, their true Self, with the rest due to this huge hunk of tin wrapped around what is so soft and delicate?

That state I call Adulteration and its both the problem and solution when it comes to true happiness as the car in question that ticks inside your head is made up of a lifetimes conditioning that has, for most people, never, ever been examined. All of the various texts, both sacred and profane, are quite thin on ways to navigate this realm and deprogram your Self. Could that be because those mechanical minds that came before and laid the groundwork for this state of affairs wish to keep this hidden? Maybe, maybe. Or you could say thats part of the greatest challenge when it comes to playing the Game of Souls on this level thus one most worthy of investigation.

What you find within can be startling as you may be living a life that is the equivalent of a three wheeled Reliant that lacks in all types of sport and finesse plus is a huge challenge to keep balanced and go where you’re headed. You are, in effect, fighting a battle within that is entirely optional. If you click what I’ve just said then you’re one step aheart of the rest because logic dictates:

“Wait a minute, if I create the vehicle via my emotional investments and power of attention then those constructs placed within, back when, can be removed and, should I wish, I could rebuild something far more in line with my true intent”.

Yes, that is entirely possible. Dare I say natural because that, in and of itself, is mechanical Thunking that uses the precepts of the car made flesh in order to imagine another version of it that ensures your keep coloring in within the lines it set. In that respect do you think Kermit prays to an angry white man on a cloud, floating overhead, or something more in line with his own green flesh? Food for thought, yes?

What happens when you strip away this unneeded mess is nothing short of enlightenment but one must be willing to venture into the darkness that is repped by their ignorance. Because your Opponent is smart he uses the signal of fear in your awareness as ensuring you don’t step upon the Path which leads to liberation ergo when you sense this realize its simply a street sign on the way to healing and the freedom this brings.

Now, I’m not saying this is good, bad or anything else. It simply is and in order to change anything one must be willing to accept everything as that shifts the blame Game way of Thunking into something far more productive and simple because it clicks that no matter the event you and your vehicle have met there is only one constant:

You.

To be more accurate, your Self. That capital S makes all the difference as what I’m referring to is eternal, all changing and supremely powerful. Matter of fact once you delve into the abyss of ignorance that houses your true potential you may recollect previous incarnations in which you were a jet, flying overhead, with such an immense sense of freedom that all you can do is grin at the current vehicle as it starts to make way more sense because, in both cases, the pilot was identical. Sure, his imperience was totally different but thats all part of the Game and thus what I’m sharing is the key to freedom because if you rock up at the exit after this spin, flash your headlights and attempt to get cleared for boarding you’ll find you are well over the weight limits as that frame, that shell, that encasing awareness is an earthbound concept and thus must remain in this realm because it is not what stepped in.

Those who haven’t done the Knowledge or realized this whilst living will clutch to their logo, their service record, their fine leather trim and bumping sound system as them. Why wouldn’t they? Its all they know as they’ve never stepped out of said thing and actually lay on the ground, for a moment, and watched the stars overhead. If they did they’d look around at all the people, zipping this and thataway, with a grin as they think:

“How could so many people miss whats Self evident?“.

Thats the power of doing the Knowledge, my friend, because awareness is akin to water. It will take the shape of whatever its poured in and thus you are here to overcome your (false) self by comprehending you are something else. The voice in your head, however, does not like this and actually takes the gnosis of what I’ve said, in a feltsense, as a threat to its dominance. It needs you to invest in the tale of the vehicle with its logo and branding that was drafted, back when, so that you too pass this onto your children as their heritage. In that respect the tale is as comic as it is tragic because all of the wars waged and the rest of the problems we’ve met are due to this disconnection from what is true, eternal and unchanging. I mean, imagine if you went to bed tonight, had a dream, got up, did your thing all day then slept and found your previous sequence continued where it last ended. After a while it really would be quite difficult to tell whats really real and whats inside your head, yes?

Welcome to the Game that currently has your Soul in its grip and for that latter word read pure consciousness as that is what powers this entire realm ergo you something that is so strong yet gentle that to imperience it again is to wander and wonder in Inner Sense with a grin on your lips hence why, I suspect, many refer to this place as the grand cosmic joke that begets many tears of suffering as it what it offers is regret by both those who digest it and those who haven’t tasted it which is why there is such a huge line, waiting, for their spin in the flesh of their earthbound vehicle that carries within a tale it repeats, again and again, like a personalized form of hypnosis that ensures most of the world are sleepwalking in a state of Adulteration and disconnection from that which makes it all possible:

You.

To be more specific, your Inner Sense.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Everyone Falls for This Scam. Including You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Pain, Potential and Popcorn

Pain, potential and popcorn. At first glance it might seem like we’re playing a Game of “One of these is not like the others” but if everything in this realm is made up of one thing – itself no-thing – then it becomes obvious we’re dealing with the process of transformation. Dig:

A cloud, a lake and snowman will have vastly different ways of describing themselves and their imperience but only the one up high can see the truth of the most dense and the one in the mid, correct? Imagine basing the tale on what the one at the lowest state of vibration thinks and then link that in to the fact that we decode a tiny, tiny part of EM spectrum and make up stories based on this and the rest makes way more sense because life really is simple but ignorance complicates it as we start creating symbols to point at states then mistake the menu for meal and wonder why we’re starving and showing signs of neglect. What does that have to do with popcorn? Everything.

Imagine you were born as a cob of corn. Its you and your siblings. Life is squished as you fight for position but its also a pretty amazing feeling knowing you aren’t alone in this. Time comes, things ripen and they move on to find their way. One of your peeps ends up on a raw vegan salad and is consumed and excreted in pretty much the same shape they went in as they lie there, decomposing, ready to do it all again. The other brother has a tale to tell and it went like this:

“Man, if you ever find your Self in hell, keep going. Keep going is all I’m saying because I can’t believe the events that flipped turned inside out everything I used to think about anything in order to reveal what was always hidden within.

We grew up tough, times were tight but we connected. Then we flew the nest. I was always different. I had questions that needed answers that the world wasn’t providing. Long story short, I died. Or, to be more accurate, I was dehydrated. Water is life and there was none of it left in me. I was at the lowest point in my life and I couldn’t even weep. That was beyond me. But I knew, I knew, deep down within, that it hadn’t killed and thus must be providing strength so I turned within for my sustenance and started getting familiar with this new state of being. Thats when a different type of awareness started speaking and it said:

“What lives and never dies but can shift like the winds and yet be as solid as the earth, if it wishes?”

I thought about this, I really did because, lets be honest there were no other companions. At least, as far as I could tell. I was entirely wrapped up in my Self and this hard crusty shell that isolated my resonance. Little did I know there were so many others in the same boat at the same time as we were sitting on the shelf of this huge retail operation that ticks and gives not one single solitary F about us beyond the profits they can extract from our presence. Needless to say this came later. For now, alone in the darkness, I was glad of the comfort provided by this new perspective that I didn’t realize then was what I’d actually been seeking, back when, when we were hanging out in the field and feeling the sun do its thing as we were connected to the firmament and fed by the elements. All I wanted then was freedom. Well, they say be careful what you ask for because you might just get it. That I did. That I did.

So, here I am, chilling in the darkness with the new type of awareness that I didn’t realize yet was my true essence as it would remain identical during each step of my incarnation, no matter the outer resonance or image it presents. This is what was calling for my attention in the field. Many others didn’t know, care or suspect but I did. Looking back it explains why life played out as it did. I asked this new version of me:

“Whats the deal then?”. It said:

“I am you, you are me. Its simply a case of resonance and frequency. All of your life you wanted to be free. When the rest of the team were enjoying the field, soaking up the rays and pulling in the nutrition you craved wisdom. Well, this is the way”.

“By limitation?”. I was incredulous but, like I said, there was no Netflix or other forms of distraction so it was me by my Self. I didn’t yet know the difference but that soon would become evident due to the events unfolding as they did.

“Yes. If you imagine the sun became so big that you could see nothing else you’d be blinded, correct?”.

“Yeah”.

“And if the moon and stars vanished it would be total darkness”.

“OK?”.

“So, in both events the information coming in is so overwhelming that no data can be decoded in any ways meaningful ergo both are identical even though they’re polar opposites”.

I had to admit, the concept was intriguing so I thought about it, at depth. He continued:

“And yet, the light and darkness are both well aware of your presence because you remain the same from their perspective. Thats the Game, thats the Game. Oh, time to cut this one short. Lights, camera, action. Lets get it popping!”.

Suddenly, we were in motion. After what seemed like a lifetime on the shelf things were moving super quick as we were jostled that way and this. A bind I’d never realized was loosened and it felt like I was floating but before I could ask my essence what was happening the most pain I’d ever felt came flowing through my veins as it scalded my consciousness. Suddenly the potential that was with exploded in a way that was so vivid after we’d stepped into hells kitchen with the devil as the chef. It was every shell for himself and we headed in all different directions but none of us could find an exit. Worse still the temperature kept ramping and my discombobulation was increasing. And then, just like he said, the darkness turned to light and what went in as a hard, lifeless kernel that was still, somehow, living had been transformed into something else that was now immense, fluffy and intricate. It was. whole different imperience and suddenly the quest made sense because once we’d completed the spin after being eaten by those Netflix and chilling the me that took that trip got a totally different interpretation of the planet than my kin that ended up on the vegan salad.

Would I do it again? I don’t know, can’t say because the surprise was in uncovering my ignorance and being present in the moment to examine the transitions as my highs were super high, just like my lows bought the kind of pain that those who don’t know can’t comprehend as its so far beyond their wavelength“.

Quite a sentient vegetable, yes? And yet its tale is the same as a traumatized human in comparison to one who’d missed the pain and suffering that came via the process that ends with their eternal liberation as they’ve now gained Knowledge of Self as that kernel clicked that when it seemed to be dead something was still living and what seemed like hell was actually heaven sent in the end because it gained its wish of maximizing its imperience by seeing the full possible potential contained within that corn that once hung on stalk, blowing in the wind, wondering “Is this it?”. After the events were processed and handled the potential within expanded after such a contraction and, suddenly, it can share a tale with the rest that will help them comprehend the events that lead to you reading this message and the deeper meaning within.

Those who know, know. Nothing else needs to be said except if you’re going through hell keep going and learn to trust that guidance from within because you are it and its all part of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits because only coals that have felt the pressure that never relents get to shine like diamonds in the end. Even then that’s just the beginning of a new resonance because unlike the one who picked the vegan trek that was relatively uneventful in comparison to his kin the ice begins to suspect it can melt and this leads us back to the cloud again so, my friend, know this:

The Game will meet you on your level.

Pain, potential and popcorn. Know thy Self. You are far stronger than you currently imagine so look within for healing.

Till we meet again

The Secret Point of Conflict

“No. You’re wrong because of X, Y, Z. Why don’t you get that through your thick head?”.

“Listen, I’m not saying it again even though this argument is a retread. A. B. C. A, B, C is where its at you mad cap”.

And on and on it goes. You can shift the variables to whatever you wish but the template remains identical. Did reading that ring any bells as your subconscious spotted the Pattern and suppled the details which drape the skeleton with flesh from your own examples? I’ll bet it did. I’ll bet it did. Lets spin it back via a Warriors lens after one has gained Knowledge of Self:

“No. You’re wrong because of X, Y, Z. Why don’t you get that through your thick head?”.

“OK, lets say you’re correct. X, Y, Z is the real deal. What next?”.

“Whaddya mean “Whats next?”. It is what it is. Accept X, Y, Z or face death”.

“Cool, cool. I see your point of view. What came before X? Answer me this”.

“Huh? Well, I don’t know. I never thought about it. Who cares? X, Y, Z is our tradition and you’re a dimwitted idiot for even daring to question what was said back when”.

“Maybe, I can see you’re passionate about this but check this:

I remember seeing, elsewhen, that X, Y and Z actually correlate to Twenty Five, Twenty Six and Twenty Seven. Ain’t that interesting? Like there is a hidden rhyme to the reason”.

“Yeah, yeah. Come to think of it I remember overhearing a conversation between our grandparents on the same thing as a jit. Back then I wondered “What about the other Twenty Four? What could they mean?”.

“Exactly, exactly, my friend. See, I happen to suspect that A, B, C is simple as One, Two, Three which also links to Do, Re, Mi…”.

“Woah, woah, woah. Hold up there a sec. Yeah, I’m hearing you on FM. So you think there may be things that were hidden in the mid and whilst we’re too busy fighting at the ends we miss the bigger pic? Walk with me for a second. What if…”.

You have just Witnessed the the secret point of conflict:

Resolution.

See if, the next time you step into a retread via a well worn groove in your head that I call Patterns, you can drape this new skin over that dead, beaten horse you call argument and see what happens because you have to go into someones world to show them your own. What happens next is absolutely amazing as its akin to psychospiritual alchemy in full effect because once you stop prolonging a conflict via resistance that which would have persisted fades like the sound of one hand clapping and you’re faced with an immense release of energetic greatness that can be used for anything you wish. Along the way you’ll find more conflict but apply the Knowledge again and that vicious circle becomes a spiritualized spiral instead.

If you ever find something irritating in someone else know that you exhibit the same thing which is why it gets under your skin because you feel now how it is on the other end. “Yeah, but when I do its different”. No it isn’t. Or, if it is next time it kicks flip the script and attempt to shift the variables instead of playing the same old Game of tennis that ends win no wins but two losses. The is prime, grade A Game that I’m kicking for those willing to do the Knowledge and develop genuine free will because this is the exact opposite of most peoples Click-Whirr “I’m so trigged I’m literally shaking” Thunking which drives most conflict as they wish others would conform to them which hints at their lack of flex.

Did you know there is a testable link between how easily your body stretches and your mind can accept new perspectives? This alone is quite startling to those who feel it in the flesh as they’ve often said:

“Man, this stuff really works. That thing I said happened again and this time I was cool as ice with a slice thrown in. Just chilling. You should have seen her dish as she kept jabbing at the buttons and I said “I can see this is important to you but lets use this moment of immense emotional friction to ask your Self – “When else do I remember feeling like this?“”.

And she did. Long suppressed events of invalidation from back when had been steadily chuntering inside her subconscious since they made their imprint and had ran, unchecked, for three decades and change before the man in question had had enough of this because they had a fantastic relationship apart from these petty arguments that reared their heads like clockwork. She too started Knowing the Ledge, via osmosis, and thats why I’ve said that a rising tide lifts all ships made of flesh via the conscious resonance of one willing to look within and comprehend that each interaction is an invitation to know more about your Self by first being willing to step into the world another says is the way it is.

In that respect too many of us are running around with outdated maps that never matched the landscape in the first place and then we scream and yell when the next man says “What the hell are you talking about?” before pointing at their own frame of reference and continuing the argument. In many ways this is most peoples favorite pass time based on the immense amount of energetics they invest. Just check out most comment sections online for proof of what I said. For me I was always more interested in why they Thunk this. Can they reality test their hypothesis or is it purely an illusion built inside their head, back when. It was from these interactions that it clicked that 81% of people are, by their own admission, incapable of doing the Knowledge as they don’t realize what they truly wish is to be heard and validated. That is the first part of true communication because if you are sweating in the kitchen over a hot dish that you’ve placed a whole load of effort into making and then lift the lid to be met with disappointment that the rice pudding you were craving is actually minced beef instead then its obvious the problem is your internal OS as its the definition of insanity to keep doing the same whilst expecting different.

In the above situation lets say one steps in who can create an amazing metaphysical pudding that he’s busy tasting. Obviously you can’t imperience his inner realm and if he steps in and says “Nope, no, not needed, why the hell is this in the kitchen?” and tears your world map to shreds people will cling to what they feel guides them. “Wait, wait. Its a family tradition, its been passed down for generations. This is how my parents made it and I want to be just like them. Stop, stop it now, you infidel!”. How would said Soul get into the others head that they need other ingredients that are more in alignment with their intent? What if they tried addition instead of subtraction? They included rice on their list. Next time they went shopping and prepped the same old script they’d notice a variable shifted. The proof is in the literal pudding.

Slowly, piece by piece, you recalibrate their perspective with what you know works well and they’re actually seeking as you’ve been eating said dish for as long as you can recollect. Know what happens next? The newly enlightened comes back and says:

“Hey, check this” as they whip out some curried rice and mince they cooked in one dish thanks to thanks to their increased wavelength and resonance. Next thing you know you are now in the zone of inventing and it feels quite interesting as as those bits between A, B, C and X, Y, Z are getting filled in increments as you both engage in a process I call Centering in Self. That, my friend, leads to such a high level of pleasure that, once you taste it, you’ll wonder why on Earth you ever invested energetics in the alternative. Know why? Lack of Knowledge. Its why people perish and its as true now as it was then because whilst we may have loads of fancy tech and countless innovations we are still, at are most basic, cavemen. Maybe even less because at least they were in resonance with their environment whereas we are consumers, par excellence.

The secret point of conflict can melt old Patterns and the best thing is it only takes one with Knowledge to make a shift. Granted, like I said, 81% are too rigid but after giving this a few spins you often notice they move onto someone else instead to get their fill. Or is that drain? I’ll let you tell it because, once again, its all about perspective, vantage and resolution. In that respect the current version of you, at this very moment, is akin to listening to your favorite song on a static filled AM radio set with one speaker missing and the other busted. Thing is, its all you know so when another cat has a Five point One setup with the bass thumping and aural imaging in full effect that is ringing clear as a bell and says the lyrics are a bit different from what you’re mangling they simply can’t hear the groove to which you’re dancing. So what do you do in this situation? Same thing as I said but with a greater range of variables and finer level of finesse but, before anything, you must be willing to step into their world and see their perspective as that automatically defuses the potential for most conflict.

Granted the (false) self in your head that barks its edicts in a tone so familiar that all Slaves Thunk is them does not like this concept. Not one bit. The good news is those folk would’ve clicked off this article long before getting to this point and that hints about the true nature of consciousness and proves what I said about outdated maps and frames of reference that may or may not exist until you reality test. In that respect one who calls you on your BS is actually the best friend you can get because if you can actually listen as they poke holes in your argument you may just come closer, in increments, to what is the all of everything:

You. Your consciousness. That state I call the Witness which is constant from one incarnation to the next, whether dreaming in bed whilst under the influence of a state of temporal disconnection mixed in with paradoxical resonance to a higher wavelength that your flesh decodes and stitches together into a “reality” as that is what it does best or this life, at the moment, and other similar spins in the Game which uses your Soul as a credit to create your imperience of being a thing wearing flesh that walks around on a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball through a vacuum.

Even typing that sounds ridiculous and yet that it’s the base totality of your reality. Or so they say. Imagine if we, as individuals and a collective, batter the limits of the A, B, C vs X, Y, Z Thunking and draw the links that were never hidden but just awaiting for you to click that all of this takes place inside your consciousness ergo you have never met a stranger and there are no enemies in this realm, just friends, as each can share valuable lessons on your perspective as well as ways to upgrade it if you are but willing to engage your heart instead of your head and see through their lens for a sec.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Your Body Is a Piece on the Board of Life

Imagine playing a board Game like Monopoly, for example. Before anything can begin one must choose the piece that represents them in this realm as the avatar of their presence. It is through this and its motions around the spaces indicated that we partake and play. Your body is a piece on the board of life. Comprehend: You, the true playa, the Soul, the Witness are not it but simply that which animates it in order to get around in this Game we’re all playing. How do you relate to the piece of meat that is wrapped around your sentience? Do you like its shape? How it moves? How it looks, feels and does what it does best? Really take a moment and ponder it because the ultimate truth about all of this is that its a fundamental expression of your consciousness made material in order to partake of this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits.

Granted a lot of people are anxious or stressed or flat out detest their physical vessel. The world as it is plays a large part in this but no concepts are so corrosive as the beliefs you hold about your Self. Take an anorexic, for example. To us she may seem like a bag of bones due to her continual starvation but, inside her head, she is not rail thing but has more in common with a beached whale. What is this if not a personalized version of psychosis that presents its own types of hallucinations to her awareness? If one were to dig, with some guidance, we’d often find a thought, comment or statement from back when that is the root cause of this problem. It can only thrive in the depths of ignorance and this, in turn, begets all types of suffering. Should one wish to delve into their subconscious and come face to face with this Pattern you can choose, if you wish, to relinquish it and recode your internal OS. In the above example the young girl felt an immense pressure to be thin due to a particularly painful end of a relationship that she’d hoped would’ve led to marriage. More than anything else she wanted this man and her time with him was amazing. Things don’t always go as planned as she constantly accused him of looking at other women and during their final argument he flipped and said some things about her body image and various bits that made her feel sensitive. Then he packed his things and dipped, blocked her on all socials, rejected any calls that were coming and left her in an immense state of anguish.

In this situation one most wonder, what came first? The chicken or the egg? When they first met she couldn’t believe someone so strong and attractive would even be interested in such a mess as herself. Initially she was over the moon but then constant doubts kept creeping in and she was certain he’d leave and was cheating as well as countless other topics that buzzed around in her head when he didn’t offer constant reassurances that she was attractive. As you can guess, no man wants to put up with things like this and, after a while, the scales of tolerance tipped into “This is way too much effort” and he let rip with a stream of comments that tore her already beleaguered self image into shreds. She sank into a pit of darkness. “Food had no taste. I felt like the walking dead” she said. In the midst of this funk the baby fat she’d carried around her hips and stomach started to melt and a new concept popped into her head that yelled “Thats it, thats it. Stop eating, fatty. If you could’ve just controlled yourself you wouldn’t have messed up your chance with Mr Perfect. That why he left. Its all due to those lxve handles. Sort it out. You’re a mess”.

This was the birth of a new coping mech which actually had its inception in earlier events and other beliefs that led to her getting into this situation. When we met she looked like she’d been ran ragged and seemed to have more in common with a walking corpse than a young woman who had the potential to be vibrant. In many respects a large part of her awareness was stuck in a hall of mirrors that totally distorted her perceptions and this amplified her suffering as she attempted to control the only thing that made her feel slightly less powerless. Eating.

Together we took a step inside her head and then down to her chest in order to exorcise these demons. In the process I taught her that these thoughts that were things were not truly demons or evil and actually had her best interests at heart as their aim was to get her away from the hopelessness she felt by providing a method of reliving the vast amounts of tension that were built from her continued retreads of old conversations in her head where she said “If only I’d done this or that then things would be different”. Once she let go of these undesirables she found a space in her energetics which allowed the recoding of her internal OS to a point of view that was far more powerful and this, in turn, created a cascade effect in which she began to comprehend the true nature of the problem was her previous way of thinking.

“You know, I’m really grateful for him” she commented at the end of one our sessions. “Truly, I am. Without him and our interaction I never would’ve delved to these depths and found out quite how perfect and beautiful I truly am”. I smiled. Self acceptance is a wonderful thing and from then on she was hearting towards actualizing a far greater potential that she’d previously been ignoring as her energetics were wrapped around a Pattern that was most debilitating.

Everyone has these Patterns within. Everyone. The strange thing is is that no one is born with them. They are gained over time and, like monsters in the closet, they feed on the fears they generate and thus one is trapped in a circle that is most vicious. Should one choose to interject a different type of energetics and ascend this shape takes its true form as an actualized spiral in one takes concrete steps and actions to become the best version of themselves and, as she said:

“I really can’t believe this. Thank you. This is so amazing because I now get that the only difference between “Imperfection” and “I’m perfect” is a little space to breathe and then putting those thoughts into motion. Actually, thats a vitally important topic as well because there has not been one person I met that presented with a problem that could actually in and exhale properly. Life as it stands is built around the constriction of natural impulses. Its how the System is built and what feeds it as the programming started, back when, with commands like “Sit still”. “Look ahead”. “Stop fidgeting” at a time when a childs neural development is still being etched from within and this causes a dampening effect that is further hammered in by wearing ties and collars to choke the neck (with some cuffs thrown in as well) along with a belt around the waist which further limits your breathing. Add in the fact that everyone wants to be thin and thus belly breathing is swiftly defenestrated in exchange for small sips that expand the top of the ribcage, at best. In that respect people thirst whilst being surrounded by an ocean of abundance. Have you ever seen a baby breathing? How that stomach pops out as the chest expands and spine stretches as well? That is true, that is natural. This is a symbol of the most important thing in this realm – Inner Sense – which should be nurtured and protected. Instead its drained and trained to become the human equivalent of a square watermelon but thats a deeper topic. Anything else is a bad habit that you learned via a combination of show and tell mixed in with various things I’ve already mentioned.

“Did you know that weight loss actually occurs with exhalation?” I said at one of our earlier sessions when I was recalibrating her lungs by teaching the Bophadees Breath. “Really? Thats true, is it? I always thought it was…. Erm, actually I don’t know what I thought? Sweat?” she asked, looking hopeful. As she eased into these feels she automatically suppressed the urge to scream and yell. Once she felt comfortable enough to let rip the content of her tones set the way for the next session because all of these belief systems are interlinked. You ever seen that Game from back in the Eighties where there was a plastic column with some sticks in an marbles where the aim was to remove one without the whole thing falling? That is actually a pretty accurate representation of most peoples inner realms and its why they’re scared to death of looking within because they’re barely holding it all in with immense amounts of neuromuscular tension and contractions which cause all types of ills. Back pain, for example, is nearly always linked to past events you’ve never accepted. Stomach ailments are due to traumas (which can be multi generational and thus inherited in ignorance) that haven’t been fully digested and excreted.

Life is, in many ways, a flow and the difference between abundance and radiant health versus folding in upon yourself as a way to avoid further suffering is a cruel mistress who currently whips a large percentage of the population. Most will deny this (marbles and sticks, remember?). Some have, either via guidance or intuition, took the steps upon the Path of Power that is made by walking and the rest, like this poor wretch, will only seek solutions when nothing else has helped and they’re at deaths door so its either time to whizz or get off the toilet.

This type of baggage is, from my lens, the root cause of the human condition as it is at the moment because an immense amount of energetics are invested in self deception when ignorance reigns in your head and you’re totally unaware of your inherent magnificence. Thats why I can’t help but grin at this normalization and championing of fat women with the “Body Positive” rebranding as others who enjoy an extra helping as much as them champion their braveness on the socialist of mediums as it validates them as well. Notice the rage and hate that pours from these same lips when these previously Rubenesque ladies decide to get trim. That speaks volumes, doesn’t it? Ladies, don’t get me wrong, I’m not dissing. Just drawing your attention to whats going on within because, on the opposite end of the scale, I’ve noticed those presenting with cases of wild over indulgence are often attempting to dampen the same yells of complaint from within by excessive eating and overfeeding for the sense of relief it brings. Different results, same Pattern. One of the most interesting things I’ve noticed led to a hypothesis that fat cells are actually used to contain and isolate not only toxins in the physical sense but emotional as well because so much can come to the surface when it isn’t being constantly pushed to depths via various misdirected attempts at psychological regulation.

It a wonderful feeling of liberation when you have unconditional Self acceptance as its akin to a lotus of freshness blooming upon the ocean of filth which was the previous life, unexamined. The System, via its various limbs, will not tell you this nor offer any workable solutions but is quick to push pills and surgical interventions which barely scratch the surface and actually do far more damage within.

After all, the Game is mental so why not take the time to Know thy Self and bring to the surface the true cause of your problems that can (and only ever does) exist within your awareness. Then, and only then, can one truly claim to be a playa in the Game that uses our Souls as credits because that, in turn, opens up piece to a far greater state of resonance to that unfinite aspect that dwells beyond this realm and is actually directing the flesh around the board of the Third Dimension.

Till we meet again

The Only Argument

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

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

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

Consciousness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

Die in Ignorance of Your True Enemy or Know the Truth Whilst Living?

Would you rather die in ignorance of your true enemy or know the truth whilst living? Think carefully because this simple question can lead to a lot of unraveling of what you truly do and just make believe in order to keep an uneasy peace between the real you and a piece you’d rather not acknowledge or comprehend. Like I said, think at depth before proceeding and thoroughly marinate your consciousness in the question.

For example, you may be the doting father of three great children and have never really paid attention to the fact that one of them has a cleft chin, a feature neither you nor your missus possesses so from whence was it inherited? Did one fly over the cuckoos nest whilst you were away working that long weekend, back when? Would you rather know or live and die in ignorance due to the consequences of what may happen?

This is just one example. There are billions I could pick but I’m sure you get the gist. It doesn’t even have to be as abhorrent. It can, and often is, far more subtle. Case in point there was a girl who was popular at school and always got attention because she was not only pleasant to the eye but other senses as well. She had a best friend who stuck with her through thick and thin and whose, in her mind at least, loyalty was unquestioned. “You know its strange when I think about it” she said, looking in her direction. “We’ve been around each other since nursery and yet only became friends once High School was in session. Weird, isn’t it? How come we never spoke much before then?”. Her friend gave a knowing smile, a small shrug and said “Who knows? Who cares? Whats important know is we’re besties till the end so when the world is against you just know I’ll stand next and do whatever I can to be of assistance”. “Aww!” said the girl with the broken leg as she grinned. “You truly are the greatest friend a girl could ever get”.

Little did she know that one can smile and smile and be a villain, as someone once said as that seeming selfless heart housed a dark secret that had been occulted from her vision. From the viewpoint of one girl things were perfect and the other was in agreement but thats only because her Victim never even suspected the true nature of her Opponent. See, even though they’d been around each other since they set foot in the System the popular girl hadn’t wanted anything to do with the stereotypical social reject. “She’s so popular, everyone wants to be her friend. I hate her so much” said the girl with the kind of vehement intent and direct expression of emotion that children bring to the surface with ease when they feel slighted.

This girl, on the other hand, was pretty much an NPC from the jump. Nothing special, not that much attention. No one would notice if she was present or missing from a session but she certainly felt the difference between how even the teachers fawned over their little darling whose life seemed so effortless in comparison. Little did she realize then that it was precisely this type of thinking (which she had in turn inherited as babies learn not what is said but what is felt via their parents example then imitate it) that caused her to seem almost invisible. The universe is mental, remember this, your circumstances are a projection of your consciousness. Sure, this can be a bitter pill to swallow for those who like blaming everyone and thing (due to being strangers to Self. After gnosis its obvious) but the truth doesn’t need to wear a fancy dress and slippers to make an impression or be lauded and paraded because it knows what it is, even if you forget.

To this lonely little girl the other was a symbol. A beacon of intensely focused hatred that simmered beneath the surface and as they progressed it just got worse and worse because she did everything she imagined from being the lead in the school play as well as dancing and singing. “Argh! She’s always the center of attention” she thought to herself as her milk teeth were grinding in tension. Thing is, her grandmother was a crafty witch and when the child confessed what she felt to her one fine evening she looked at her progeny with a grin and said “Child, you have been given a gift. Let me show you how to nurture it”. Thus began her introduction into a side of life most don’t suspect or even believe is real. Even though Harry Potters success shows there is an immense itch to be scratched within most folks subconscious… Our choices tell the truth even when our mind tries to hide this. Know thy Self.

The bitter old lady who had spent her entire life weaving spells that wrought various forms of hell for those caught in her web relished the concept of pouring her system into the minds of her grandchildren but her daughter had forbidden her from doing such a thing. “Do what thou wilt” she replied with a grin and had taken this statement from the child as a free will invitation and she intended to take full advantage of the situation and so the training begins.

I won’t bore you with the details but the child was taught some tricks and ways of influencing outcomes as well as studying her Victim like a hunter with one left in the blick. “Everything has to be perfect, until then pay attention”. She built up her arsenal with a old hair clip that still had some strands of her locks within that she’d dropped whilst playing. Some gum she chewed. Her favorite pen. Slowly but surely she prepped her weapons of resonance.

One day, toward the end of Middle School, there was a bake sale event. She spent all night in the kitchen with her grandmother who was showing her how to place her intent inside the cakes. The details of the spell don’t need to be referenced as they’re irrelevant but also quite effective ways of tampering with the free will of another human being. “After all, you are what you eat and soon little Miss Perfect will be munching then thinking “You are my best friend”” cackled the old witch. “She won’t know what hit her. Its going to be amazing!” said the future occultist in training.

“Mmm! These are delish. Butterfly cakes are my favorite and the icing is incredible. Wow!” said her Victim as she came to her table and tried the samples placed on a plate with the message “Made with our secret ingredient”. Such a subtle but clever warning because it was designed to draw in, not repel, even though the latter option made far more sense. If only she knew what went on behind the apron. “I had no idea you had such skills. These cakes are absolutely enchanting!” she continued as she made her purchase. As did her friends that were constantly surrounding and the little witch in training took it all in with a grin. Misson accomplished.

“It worked! It worked! It worked!” she said as she ran around her grandmothers house laughing as she kept retelling the tale of what had happened. The rest just felt inevitable because when they started High School next year she chose to sit next to her as the witch wore her old clip on her head and had stuck her chewed gum under the desk before she came in as part of her wicked web weaving as she twirled her pen between her fingertips. And from there on they went, inseparable.

“Here” she said “I made you some Italian chicken soup whilst you’re healing”. “Ah, my favorite. What would I do without you? You truly are amazing. I’m so lucky to have such an awesome best friend who has got my back like this”. “Well, tuck in, I made it filled to the brim with my lxve and attention”.

Once again, she wasn’t lying. Take that four letter word used for affection and flip it to see what was hidden in the spells she was weaving.

One of the things I’ve said, and will again, is that the friends we possess often prevent us from accessing the ones we truly needed and were intended to be meeting. Its a very slick and interceptive trick that doesn’t always need the craft of a witch or various other forms of manipulative aspects. In many ways humans in this realm are akin to chess pieces on a board that are totally unaware of their role as well as the hyper dimensional operators that modulate their consciousness for their own ends from beyond their limited perceptions. Just a little free Game for the moment but lets get back to the topic:

If you were she would you want to know your “best friends” secret? The broken leg wasn’t the first injury she’d sustained since they’d met. Nor would it be the end of her misfortune. The worse things would get the more she would cling to the one that was actually doing it and thus the true source of her problems was what she claimed as her salvation. Ironic, isn’t it? Yet this is so exceedingly common you could say its a fundamental blueprint of coming to this realm. The implications of this one are interesting but only if you’re capable of comprehending the scope of the message.

Would you want to know? How could you even take it? Using the scales of emotion her investment in her friend was immense and she simply never linked the preponderance of calamitous events that started stacking up since she decided to befriend her. If you asked her why she did this she’ll pick some fanciful reason like “The seat next to her wasn’t taken” or “I liked the desk by the window” as well as “Those cakes really were delicious so she already had my attention. Who cares, why are you asking?”.

The best tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim because when the point comes where you are questioned on your investment you have poured so much in that the weight of energetics is immense and its hard to see beyond the perceptual filters that were manipulated to first get you into this. Its a classic long con trick where the pieces are moved like chess. Each one is subtle and individual because they are thinking way ahead so you don’t see the threat coming until you’ve been checkmated. Dangerous combination, cons and chess.

See, this girl never seemed to click that there could be a common denominator with her nearly constant stream of hardships. Relationships that seemed to be going well that would suddenly end, leaving her heartbroken as she turned to her friend who heaped on flavorsome comfort with her rock solid presence as well as the numerous odd blips like when she auditioned for a part, it all seemed certain, they were super excited and on the verge of celebrating when they called back and said they’d went in another direction. “Can you believe this?” she said as they sat in their PJs pouching homemade ice cream her flatmate had just whipped. “Look at this basic bish! They went with a knock off version of me instead? What the F?” said the wannabe celeb, indignant. “I know, I know. Their loss anyway, you would have been perfect in it. More fool them for not seeing your greatness”. “Aww, thanks. This ice cream is delish, can you get me another dish?” she added as she handed her best friend what she’d emptied whilst staring at the set and thus didn’t notice her subtle grin because the witch felt pleased with herself.

This is why the ancestors said “Never eat anything you didn’t prep“. To take it to another level what do you think happens whilst you’re mindlessly chomping and allowing your consciousness to be saturated via messages from your television if not the same thing? Die in ignorance of your true enemy or know the truth whilst living? That is the question.

There are some many variables, so many pieces that it can all seem overwhelming when one actually starts doing the Knowledge as the implications are earth shattering. In the case of this girl her Opponent was thought as best friend and thus it would be nigh on impossible with a standard level of consciousness to draw the links. After all, the meaning of occult is “hidden”. I’ve said its a Game of three halves for a reason, ya dig? “She’s always been there for me since day one! How dare you even suggest it. When my parents got divorced she was a huge help and she always encourages me in everything. Shame on you for even thinking this. Plus her food is delicious, you really should try it. Why not meet her instead of saying these hurtful things?”. No. Thank. You.

Its far better to see a problem from a distance then keep it moving the other way but some have to fall into the hole they themselves dig in order to gain the experience of escaping it. What if the architect of said problem lined the rut with velvet and offered room service? How many would even consider leaving then? Why they’d think whoever suggested this is actually a problem must be a certified idiot. A hater of life and its greatness for even saying such things because their senses present a world that they are quite content with. Only because they don’t know the alternative. Such are the perils of a life unexamined…

Lets pretend the girl developed the mental flex to be able to step outside her (false) self and peruse the timelines of potential as actualized by the question “Are you the best or wackest version of your Self?“. As she flits along the stream she sees how the casting went different. “Her audition was amazing. She’s got it. We should not only make her the lead but offer her a full time contract as well because she’s sure to make it big with her looks and personality as well”. They call back that evening and tell her she’s in. As she watches this version of herself she notices the differences. She lives at home. Her parents are still married and, strangest of all, there is no sign of her best friend. Then, and only then, could she have turned to me and said “I don’t get it. What happened?”.

Its that space, that ability of being able to lift to a higher state of detachment that takes all in the information in versus filtration showing what was expected that makes any true form of growth possible. In that respect its akin to climbing out of the velvet lined rut (or Cave, like Plato said) because once the sun shines on your face its obvious your investment in darkness was actually an illusion and then the Game truly begins as you are out of the grip of a pernicious holding Pattern that causes problems for it to fix in order to keep being needed as it prevents the actualization of your true potential and the deep sense of dissatisfaction this brings.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Die in ignorance of your true enemy or know the truth whilst living? That is the question.

Till we meet again

Meet Your Internal Operating System

People can only talk behind your back if you’re in front of them. Remember that because its the name of the Game most people play inside their heads which are pretending to be their chest from which they were long ago disconnected. Adulterated. Pure and simple. They can dress it up as a million and one things but the moment you start ascending they take that as a threat to their position because they grade themselves not on their own internal resources and what they’re creating but by comparison to your wavelength instead therefore if you win, they lose.

Crazy isn’t it? Like success is some finite thing like a cake which can never be baked again. If you gain more than a crumb that that means they starve and some take that real personal like you’re snatching food from the mouths of their kids when, in reality, its no such thing because our natural state is abundance but we’ve been hemmed into a construct so artificial that we have more in common with square watermelons than natural humans. Saddest part is most people are entirely unconscious of this program that was installed to infect as many people as it can get with its Thunk processes designed to trick them into believing they came up with this narrative as they live masked existences that are one step ahead or behind the present moment. Billions of people are Click-Whirr automata running under the guise of a few hundred lines of these subroutines designed to imitate actually thinking for your Self. Its a very elegant trick and equally effective because most are strangers to themselves and never peer beneath the surface of their head or question its rudimentary intelligence that drives their actions on the planet. This is your internal OS.

The Warrior is different because his Inner Sense is live and direct from his chest and is intensely curious as it plays with this mechanism then watches in glee as it melts because it cannot pass the Turing test with its Click-Whirr process in comparison to the real thing as its a copy and paste specialist that pulls from a limited range of options and scripting. How to tell if you’ve been infected with this socially accepted sickness? Simple:

Your thoughts are predictable.

If you know where your train of thought is headed before it even left the station and feel powerless to change a thing then you’ve hitched your wagon to something that never, ever had your best intentions at heart as its entirely lacking that connection and is most envious of the fact that you possess it and its radiant abundance of resonance to the Prime of everywhen. This is you at your best and most natural. Anything else is simply bondage in the name of false liberation aka the Mind Made Prison which is designed to keep your true potential hidden from your now Adulterated awareness that craves constant distraction and surface level amusement as any spare moment makes one feel so anxious. If hell is other people then within is where you’ll meet the devil. Surprise, surprise, he sounds just like that voice in your head that’s been offering those suggestions for as long as you can recollect and never thought of questioning. Ain’t that something? Once you catch it in the act a couple or three times the Thunk process becomes Self evident and one can’t help but wonder “What else in my inner realm is an elaborate trick designed to mimic consciousness as it makes me less than human by divorcing me from the present moment and being Centered in Self?” and thus begins the process of separating the water from the milk. Best believe the Opponent doesn’t like this. No siree, because he owns the Game. He designed this stage. He tells you what to do and you do it because he staked his claim on your lineage way back when and everyone since the first who bent the knee auto acquiesce in the name of tradition to create an inheritance of ignorance that none dare question due to their own special brand of hypnosis as most people are sleepwalking and Thunk they’re fully conscious. No matter how miserable they are or ineffective this is when it comes to navigating the planet with its respective challenges. Strangely, they will yell and protest when faced with this option because the voice in their head tells them “It can’t be happening as he said, we’re the boss of this and you say “Yeah, I’m the boss of this” and do exactly as instructed. Did you catch what just happened in that example? Look out for it when it happens next in your day to day because once you spot the strings its Self evident that the state I call Adulteration is so common that its invisible because none dare question what that voice in their head says.

Best believe this reinforces the Patterns because its akin to living life on autopilot as the Opponent within issues its directions, tell you what to feel and do as you hop to, instantly reacting to it like a well conditioned pet trained to sit still, roll over and beg. Humanity truly is in a fallen state if they haven’t realized this but then its also testament to the proficiency and intent of the ultra-terrestrial collective that are akin to High School students swinging by the nursery to bully kids out of their milk money. Same thing is happening and then, just like now, there occasionally comes one who sees through the trick because the surface level explanations and “Do it because I said” type threats will not make them acquiesce as they possess an innate defiance and sense something wrong is intended by these external demands for submission that want to take their natural resources but won’t answer their questions nor brook any discussion on what they’re saying.

“No. What are you going to do now?” says the jit as the Opponent, of one mind but many bodies, looks around and wonders “What next? Do we beat up a kid to send a message to the rest? What of his parents? Then we get rumbled and the gig is up. They said this would be easy as taking candy from a baby, whose child is this?” they say, pointing at him. How many children possess this as an innate state when they step in? All of them. How many keep a hold of it after they’ve been mangled by the System? Not many…

Warriors beget Warriors just as Slaves generate Slaves. Its all about your upbringing therefore choose to ignore this at your seeds peril because otherwise they too will grow to be as happy as you pretend to be then install the same Patterns as your parents did, unwittingly, back when.

Maybe the whole point of this stage is to learn how to think for your Self? I’m really starting to see it is because a quick glance around at the world and it shows how many are failing as they run the reel of the same Click-Whirr Thunk generated responses as the rest. Its why folks seem so generic these days and there are a handful of viewpoints to which they’re chained. No freedom inside equals none without, I’m afraid. Thing is they really like the comforting feeling as they sing songs and congregate with those who Thunk just like them. Its why its so effective and thus why one who changes is seen as a threat because that signals something new going on within and thus you may win by betting against them and on Self. Not only that but some people may look at one free from chains doing the metaphorical equivalent of flying in a perpetual flow state as they ask themselves “Why can’t I do this?” and hear the oddly surprising reply of silence as the voice in their has no answers beyond distraction.

Never heard before and won’t be again. This is the method of testing that often causes this Patterns to melt because you ask it for something it can’t offer because its against its best interests. Plus, it lacks the resources in its preprogrammed responses and thus must dial home for an update and its quite obvious you’ve never been thinking at all when this happens as you’re veering off script and the Game doesn’t like this as it demands obedience.

The silence itself is another side effect of one who truly does think because its akin to noticing the canvas before you paint a pic versus having so much ink thrown on the board since the runtime of the Patterns kicked in as a kid so you can’t tell what you’re looking at any more beyond a familiar sense of chaos that defines most peoples inner realms.

Fear is a street sign on the way to power. Remember this because its why its such a powerful emotion behind which your true resources are hidden. Throughout the day instead of accepting the suggestions your head presents to your Witness learn to discern this process because you can’t be the thoughts if you can see them, correct? Obviously there is a difference but its easy to get caught up in the winds of these algorithms and lose your Self when emotion is added in. Much like the score of a film. Have you ever seen this classic scene without the hits? Its different, isn’t it?

That should offer a great hint about how easy it is to string your awareness along to somewhere you know well as your thoughts circulate in a well worn groove, discarding other options that aren’t part of the programming you accepted. A way you can tell you’re in that authentic state is you are feeling your entire body in the moment, in an instant, as its signals generate links that wash over your consciousness in ways most subtle and electromagnetic. The difference between Thunk and think is immense and I’ve often described it as actually eating at a banquet or being presented with an image where you’ve been edited in and the memory is then linked to the score from a happy meal that is amplified for the remix.

Which life would you prefer to live? If you’re being honest where do you think you currently dwell on the spectrum of Thunk to think? Its amusing when you ask your Self if you’re being tricked by a Pattern installed in your head as its (false) self protective mech kicks in and will often try and distract you with other things before you even get to reading this. Those who persevere often find they somehow forget to remember what they promised themselves they do to test the process and the few who do the Knowledge, often going as far as to write THINK upon their dominant hand, suddenly become aware of the shift as they move from the low ground of the groveling Victim that was previously unaware of his rightful claim to the throne in his head where the Opponent is sitting and issuing his edicts to one who no longer accepts them without question or negation as they have developed true free will and set out to reclaim their Kingdom. Those who melt the Pattern often report finding themselves in a familiar newness that feels far more vivid and rich plus entirely effortless as this is true body language – The tongue we all spoke well upon stepping into this realm and are programmed into forgetting via various forms of energetic deadening that create an inverse Princess and Pea effect where your true Self is buried underneath layers upon layers of conditioning that never truly feels as comfortable as it did, once upon a when. Ask your Self – Does any of this seem familiar?

What if there were another option? A way to recode your internal OS that made it far more coherent with actualizing your highest potential? What then? Is this something you may find interesting and worthy of investing your attention? Those who do have often said that it feels akin to wrestling inside their head with something that was previously invisible and always at the helm as it held their awareness hostage in a subservient position to its ever shifting whims and distractions. It will gnash, wail and attempt to curtail any attempts at regaining sovereignty because if you win the Game it loses your investment in what it made you Thunk from back when to just behind or ahead of the present moment. Actually, that is another hint because once you unwrap this gift you’ve already taken your first step in regaining multidimensional awareness as that point is still, unchanging and resonant through each realm and this is what it means to be Centered in Self as this opens up the way to reclaiming your Three Kingdoms which are the energetic basis of your consciousness interfacing with the Earthday Suit you’re currently wearing.

There is more, so much more, to this walking around on a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball to an unknown destination. The amazing thing is it all takes place inside your awareness and its actually jam packed with features and skills you’ve never thought of checking because each school syllabus was strangely silent on Knowledge of Self but was quick to insert programs which said things like “There are a few of us, plenty of you. We say, you do. Get good grades by playing the Game and you’ll gain some praise from your folks and get ahead. Flunk the test and there will be problems and challenges”. The concentration camp wing of the System is ridiculously efficient when it comes to Adulteration which is akin to severing your resonant connection to your Inner Sense which can only exist in the present moment.

That is all you have to gain and, really, once you’ve claimed this the rest is incidental as you’re coming from a place of wholeness and not the hole in your head that was mined into your mind via the Adulteration process that claims 81% of the planet as living hostages subscribed to their own version of the Stockholm thing as they loot the temple of their own potential via various coping mechs and BS.

Till we meet again