willhelp.me

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

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

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

Consciousness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

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

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

We now return to our regularly scheduled programming:

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

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

“Who wrote it?”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Children.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your lies become your reality.

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

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

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

Till we meet again