The Best Teachers Are Always Learning

Do you remember when it clicked that the folks standing at the head of the class in school were idiots? I mentioned, elsewhen, the whole “Write with your right hand unless you want to get left behind” thing that made me pause and think about the vagaries of this Devilish language but not long after that it seemed Self evident that none of these professed founts of wisdom actually had any passion for schooling because they were actually doing it for a check. Like, zoinks, bud. How am I supposed to learn from someone that gives not one single solitary F about this? Contrast that with career criminals, for example, and you find an immense sense of passion because their life and freedom literally depends on it. Yeah, in retrospect those were pretty strange events in years formative but like a fish born and raised in psychedelic waters you don’t think much about it and just handle your business with whats in front of your vision, yes?

The best teachers are always learning. By that I mean you’re a perpetual student who is constantly refining their perspective. Sadly this state of mind is very rare in this day and age as most make up their minds around age twenty six and then spend the rest of their life running around with a faulty OS in their head that generally makes them miserable. Ask them if they want to change it and they say “Sure!” but try and tell them about it and listen to the space between their shells whistle and not a single drop of wisdom shall make it to their chest. Know why? School disconnected it and this leads back to what I said about passion.

Have you ever learned how to pick a lock? Its really a fascinating thing that requires one to be so intuitive and sensitive because you’re approximating the presence of a key one pin at a time whilst applying just the right amount of tension. The thrill when it opens is immense and its also quite a handy skill should someone find themselves locked out of a building. How about learning how to still your mind and attune to the Psylense that lies around and within the noiZ in your head? Thats an amazing buzz as well because when it clicks you feel a state I’ve termed Inner Sense that is so familiar in its newness. What about learning to sleep properly? The rewards of this one are immense because a great day always begins with the night before which spins into a spiral of constant perfection aka Incremental Betterment.

All of these things are akin to a utility belt of skills that you store within your consciousness to use as and when and thus they aren’t on any official curriculum that simply says “Hey, take this inverted noose, place it round your neck and reflect what we said back on the test and you’ll progress in this realm via taking on more and more debt to impress those as broken (and broken) as your (false) self”. Obviously they say the loud part loud and the rest is quiet kept but that, in a nutshell, is how 81% of the realm were enSlaved via the System.

The best teachers are always learning and in this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits you should be your own leader and your only student. What worked for them may not work for thee so reject genericsim and the whole wannabe thing that is so common by unlearning the crap they pumped in your head by gaining realignment. Take the net, for example:

Its an echo chamber that is designed to be seductive and present a very obvious form of gaslighting via the congregating and promoting of various village idiots and some tentpoling. Told you, this is a three ring (read: dimensional) circus. For some its just clicked what those demonic machine elves slash clown faces which feel like threats are as they ushered you out and in to the ride of your life where your unfinite awareness was draped with skin and you believe the truths your lying eyes tell. Actually, that reminds me. Did you ever see this gem?

Man, this was one of the few times in school I perked up and paid attention and then refused to pipe down because it made absolutely zero sense. I mean, we see a tree, yeah, and its reflected, super quick, but upside down and then flipped before being presented to our senses. The fact that there was a wetware layer in the mid that did this was fascinating to me because how do we know there aren’t more beyond what they said for vision that are steadily augmenting our awareness? Turns out there are. My intuition was correct! Of course the teachers thought I was being a pest by constantly hammering on about this so I was ejected from the class, again, and as I did the George Jefferson to the exit with a grin I was glad as it afforded me time to think at depth:

“Something inside us is manipulating our awareness and the equipment is designed to hide this”.

I returned to this thought again and again and it made me ponder about the true nature of schizophrenics who may actually just be seeing things that are present but stealthily edited. I mean, to a child an imaginary friend is as real and solid as a park bench plus this persona has its own likes, wisdom and influence. Actually, me a three new parents performed a very interesting experiment with their newborn kids that I may detail elsewhen as the implications were fascinating. It all started with me asking them to map the sounds they made and their resulting state in order to create a table of wavelengths so when the kid said this they knew it meant “Do that” and thus they formed a link with their developing consciousness. This experiment grew into something that fascinated one couple and terrified the rest with its implications but it all sprang from a simple observation:

Have you ever seen a baby, just before they hit one, lets say, that is sitting there ranting and raving with immense passion? Its like they’ve got something to say but can’t quite control the form as they wish. Almost like they remember something from a past life and are struggling to tell you facts, real important. Its like watching a man on Ketamine have a transcendental imperience in which life and all of its greatness makes perfect sense through some private revelation that he tries real hard to convey, lucidly. In his brain, via his frame, he shared many great things but for the one looking on and noting he simply drooled on himself with a bit of hand waving. When he came back to Earth and was questioned then asked to explain what happened the state dependent memory kicked in and he found that part inaccessible. Thats what popped into my head when a mother bought her child in and says “I don’t know what the hell he’s jabbering about or what has got into him but he just won’t quit since he got up at Six AM”. I listened intently to the tone and syntax beyond the babbling and noticed that some points were issued as questions and other statements that had body language, emphatic. Intuiting the pitch I responded with similar tones and after a quick conversation the kid smiled and grinned as he totally chilled. Thats what inspired the experiment with the rest as it made me blend a heady mix of disassociatives, schizophrenics and the old fashioned near death experience before being mindwiped and slammed in the flesh again. After all, no child comes here grinning, do they?

The best teachers are always learning and thus, to me, I am a student of the best hence there are no enemies or strangers in my perspect as I gain so much from my interactions with them. Some of the best and most insightful conversations I’ve had have came from the dregs of the social pyramid like heroin addicts who chased a little too much of the dragon and fell into the abyss as well as various other derelicts and incompetents but its the so called unhinged that offered immense amounts of illumination by sharing their perspective. Some of them had maintained codes of silence with their old friends, family and so called medical professionals but let me in the moment we met as we spoke about their revelations. You know I’ve never met a dim schizo. Ever. They always were fiercely intelligent, even with depot injections in their rear ends that did little else but make them easier to handle but that is another topic we may get into elsewhen because the this thread is all about passion and how it reflects in and amplifies everything.

I don’t care if its cooking, programming or even nine to fiving. Those who do it with their heart involved usually have a far greater time than those who head in then clock out after a shift because the truth of the matter is one who is in autopilot in one aspect of their life is usually also sleepwalking in the rest. Call it social hypnosis, the intrapersonal trance or straight up Adulteration its symptoms are exceedingly common and this parasitical way of being can’t wait to leap into the heads of the next generation in order to make them emotionally dead as well. Its a strange, strange state of play in this Game where we insert our Souls (read: awareness) as credits to don the flesh which are then programmed by those around us and various institutions that are hell bent on keeping our attention on them or anywhere but within. Babies scream when they meet someone who is out of resonance with them as it literally feels like someone is severing their Source connection but if the same seed is birthed to a team who have NPD then these emotional vampires will feast upon them and the child that grows to become a man will think its natural to put everyone else before them as they run around trying to ensure they get the validation they crave and pat on the head by presenting themselves as a doormat instead as that is how they were programmed. This, as you can imagine, can be quite exhausting and the kid in question may start smoking or drinking at a young age before huffing glue and the rest before finding his groove with dissociatives, like I’d previously mentioned, so that whilst I was standing in corridors, ruminating, this Soul in question was whacked out in the wasteland, off on another trip to his inner realms. He said:

“Its odd how feeling numb actually allows me to be present” before pausing, reflecting and adding “But what about all of these things, floating, around us in this realm that they say don’t exist but make me feel terrified with their insane influence” as we sat talking on the grounds of a mental institution after one too many trips had lead to him getting sectioned and he knew only one man could get him out of this.

The best teachers are always learning and I’m a perpetual student in that respect ergo there are no limits in my head that prevent me from drawing links or asking the hard questions as well as being willing to listen, without judgement, to what others may fear you think is ridiculous or a theory which is tenuous as best. To me they’re all valid and seeing as I’m the only one in this realm its Self evident I interact with figments of my imagination and thus each Soul I help along the way to liberation is akin to defragmenting the collective subconscious that forms this illusion we call the Matrix.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Dark Souls

Dark Souls are often narcissistic psychopaths whilst Bright Souls are usually some form of empath. The former can’t feel themselves the latter feels everyone. These are the extremes as most are in the mid where the low watt electric current of earthbound stimulation animates their presence and thus the walking dead, enslaved to ignorance. The Dark Souls often find themselves gravitating to more like them hence the Slave/Masters role comes calling as they will end up in the square with the rest who profess allegiance to the whole multidimensional Ninety degree thing and thus get to reign in hell thanks to borrowed influence that feeds their appetite for destruction under the guise of public benevolence and other image building.

Bright Souls on the flip tend to be born into families filled with darkness and thus most of them become addicts, derelicts or people who seem hell bent on coming to a bad end, quick. What the outside doesn’t see and they themselves often don’t comprehend is this is a protection mechanism for one whose boundaries have been violated again and again and thus they are often totally disconnected from their emotions, in the prime sense, but are overly sensitive to the vibrations around them and often attempt to fix, save or protect as a way of fulfilling what they wish someone would have done for them. As such their emotional makeup is all over the place and they tend to feel like a candle in the wind that is occasionally doused with gasoline.

A good example of this is rage. A child that has been abused will feel a combination of shame, thrill, reluctance and that of being special thanks to the mind games played by the pedophilic machinations of manipulation designed to lure them in and then prevent them from leaving via various threats or admonishments. As such said person often disconnects from the flesh and are left wandering around an empty shell but they wish to lavish care and attention on the rest as this is something they themselves didn’t get as no one was there to protect or, worse still, when they tell they are reprimanded and people don’t believe what was said and send them directly back to the threat who now exacts vengeance.

Its horrifically cruel and unbelievably sick but this is what goes on behind the curtain of reality and its not for nothing do estimates tick upwards of two billion people walking the planet have been abused in some sense of the word. When you see and deal with people like this on a regular basis it can’t help but make you question the intent of the creator of this realm and how its so widespread and that is what, in part, led to the conclusion of Dark and Bright Souls.

Its one of those concepts that you can’t forget because once the insight is present and correct you suddenly start seeing the nature of this with most sitting in the middle, totally unaware of what is lacking and caring even less and those at one end that are like black holes of the abyss that draw in all they can get whilst on the other sit those petrified and trembling as that childhood glow is still present but being fed upon by what can only be called demons. Those in the middle are prey as well but they refuse to see it for what it is due to a socially sanctioned script that was pushed into their awareness hence why its said 81% are Slaves and most content with this for if one were to attack their Master they’d gladly lay their life to protect the one who oppresses them as they are totally unaware their mind is the best tool to be used against them.

Its all about the shadows depth really and how far you are willing to peer in to the darkness as it reveals what is hidden. The destruction of Inner Sense. Either way by means simple and subtle or brutal and direct your innocence was shattered at some point in this realm hence the glow you possessed once dimmed and instead you circle around false illumination like religion or tech as well as countless distractions like money, power and sex that are all designed to further the influence of those who did this whilst not allowing you to comprehend you’re actually being exploited in ways so pernicious hence I’ve said you’re a product which generates many streams of income. Just like a cow in that sense. Have you ever seen how much profit swims from the various extracts, flesh, skin and the rest of this tranquil creature? Thats you, man-cow. Thats you.

Of course the Slaves mind rebels at this as he clicks his remote as testament to his freedom and points at his leaders and says “I elected them” even though nothing is ever done to benefit or help the little man who constantly gets the short end of the stick after putting the most work in and is told that his party is in the next realm whilst the darkest of Dark Souls are feasting at the banquet and he watches, starving, trying to sing his way in to their good graces. Newsflash skip, they don’t have any within. Just a vacuum that takes all it can get and is fully sanctioned by spiritual forces beyond this realm as they are but proxies doing the bidding of another intelligence that prefers to remain hidden. Amen.

Do you actually know the meaning of that spell that so many in bondage utter at the end of their requests for salvation? I once saw a stressed mother slap her kid that wouldn’t stop crying and the child started sobbing, walked in a circle and realized there was no one else and had to go back to the one who made her feel like this for comfort. Its not a rare sight at all and I’m certain you’ve experienced or dealt the same thing and yet no one questions this. Its exactly the same principle upon which the System is built and most of you reading this are living hostages totally unaware of the Stockholm Syndrome that kicked in and is running your awareness in sync with your Opponent.

The Bright Souls inner world is often quite chaotic and as mentioned they attempt to smooth over the topic by constantly being there for others, often at the expense of Self, as they can feel their suffering in a way they won’t allow themselves to feel their own inner realm. In a sense the relationship between Bright and Dark in this sense is not only symbiotic but similar as well because the latter is gripped with intense pleasures when feeding upon their victim as they know, just like little children, there is nowhere they can escape and thus must come back to be comforted. Only for it to happen all over again.

One of the things I’ve noticed is how this often tends to be generational Pattern in which you’ll have an entire family sitting in the Dark end and one of the children will be Bright from the moment they step in and the rest will use them as their sacrificial lamb and project all their hate upon them as the Bright carries the burden, thinks this is how it is and either develops addictions to cope with this or remains perpetually unfulfilled and projects a Ned Flanders mask instead of always being glad to help. A lot of them have commented on something that now appears quite common and its that of how their tormenters seem to be feeling pleasure and feeding on the pain as they all described “That Face” which is twisted in ecstasy, eyes burning with a joyful ferocity as they drain without touching a vein like an etheric vampire in the Game. Maybe thats what it is. I’d be willing to bet you’ve met someone like this as they know how to put it on and present a fascinating image as they can be whatever you wish and seem utterly perfect and once you’re lured in, especially after sharing details and fears so intimate, they flip the script and what was previously Romeo or Juliet is now revealed to be a stone cold pimp.

For the Bright Soul this dynamic can, in itself, be addictive as they were raised into this mold as children and thus will leap from one relationship to the next with the uncanny knack of picking those who see their Bright Souls shining like beacons and start feasting. The solution is to work on your Self and reconnect with the Inner Sense within in order to unscramble your energetics and create a state of coherence which is far, far away from their programmed co-dependence. Of course this involves breaking all links, walking away from everyone and refusing to give in to the emotional blackmail and manipulation of which the Dark Souls are masters. As you can imagine this often is quite difficult because will is finite resource but as I tell them “Fear is a street sign on the path to liberation and you’re learning to push against limits that were instilled to keep you penned in as a living resource for feeding by those who are empty within”.

Its amazing how once this clicks their Dark Souls simply stop reaching out or attempting to link as they’re strictly low effort when it comes to getting your awareness on the hook and will move on to another Victim. Not for nothing is the model of life upon this planet parasitic and things like this make me question the intent of the one who made this because the entire world is suffering and yet only 8% of the populace have enough wherewithal and Self honesty to acknowledge this and do something about it.

Its why pop-psych books filled with useless tidbits that help polish a scratched surface for a moment fly off the shelves and many who compulsively read them will tell you its an addiction in itself but the real work, for most, is left unaddressed and thus its there for their children to inherit as the Pattern passes from one generation to the next. Those who have been the black sheep for no seeming rhyme or reason will be aware of this dynamic and there is a very interesting correlation between spiritual skills or potential talents of healing that are attacked in these people as they’re forced to care give for those who don’t at all about them. Its a very twisted dynamic and another tell I’ve noticed is an immense level of sympathy towards pets, animals in general or children as folks who are Bright but unaware of the dynamic often pour their attention into causes like championing vegetarianism or becoming amazing vets that verge on animal whispers as their empathy is so intense that they connect on a deeper level to those who they felt can reciprocate their affection and attention without the threat of manipulation. These people often tend to have very stilted human interactions and a profound sense of loneliness but won’t accept the cause of this is often the relationship they have with their parents.

Some will bang their head against this brick wall from the cradle till the grave and when one or both are dead will evangelize them and scrub all bad testimony and hate from the record as a way to assuage their pain whilst others will not hear a word said against them, often resorting to violence or threats to once who tells it how it is, as the truth threatens their artificially created inner realms which are a survival mechanism they adapted to make sense of the madness.

The truth is its an uphill battle that feels like trudging over broken glass against an army that is limitless whilst you’re fighting, all by your lonesome. I’ve helped countless Bright Souls decode the dynamic and thus shift from reacting to creating (see the anagram hidden therein which presents the solution as a change of perspective whilst using the same components?) but it isn’t easy as you’re going against a lifetime of programming. The other issue is the Dark Souls are fantastic at image building so no one sees how you know them best and this is why folks unconsciously assist in gaslighting them as they seem so perfect and family secrets of how it is are kept deeply hidden and often have the Bright second guessing themselves.

Nature abhors a vacuum and into this space does the Dark Soul step as they start nibbling upon the glow which is absent in them so its akin to a sun meeting a black hole and the former wonders about the draining presence that takes all it can get and the other knows the deal but handles it without thinking as this is how it was built.

I could get into the neurobiology of this like fractured amygdala and traumatic stress imprints as well the nature of energetics and so many other things but there is a time and place for that as this is but an outline to offer solace to those who are currently in this position and wondering “Is it me? Or it is it them?” even though the sign on their forehead in neon flashes “Victim”. Its why I’ve said the mind is the most potent tool of the oppressor when it comes to the oppressed hence Stockholm Syndrome defines the example perfect as people loot their own temple at the behest of another and then try and make sense of the emptiness as their resources are syphoned and they feel terrible but find nowhere to turn than the mother who is stressed and slapped them then offers comfort only to do it all again.

In that sense these people often realize quick they’re living a treadmill in which one emotional Pattern plays out again and again as some mothers can be jealous of their daughters and destroy their Self esteem in ways both subtle and wicked whilst others kill their sons potential by comparing him to the deadbeat father that left and thus turning the child into a son-husband who exists to support them and so many other forms of parasitic relationship. At its base there is inequality, an implicit threat, various forms of psychological manipulation and a healthy dollop of ignorance that is always in the mix because they can only feed as long as you engage and let them but the thought of breaking free is often akin to death for the Bright well programmed as they know not what to do with the immense swirls of emotion that sweep through them.

I’ve commented elsewhen that so many so called mental health professionals are actually thoroughly broken and take up the training in order to project and ease their own suffering and why engaging with them can be to your detriment as some are Darks, feeding, whilst a handful are Brights attempting to save another whilst they themselves are drowning. Neither is helpful but, like self help books, the lure is addictive to one raised within the electrified fences of the bullpen which molded their behavior as one less than human who exists purely to fulfill the needs and whims of another who is the embodiment of emptiness.

Its very vampiric in a sense and its amazing how the handful who possessed the strength to disconnect and do their own thing started to bloom and flourish after decades of wilting and folding within. All it takes is a little bit of introspection with a sprinkle of honesty and being willing to question the narrative thats been written in a poisoned pen by one who never had your best interests in that vacuum that resides in their chest because its all about them. Another interesting observation is how many of these Dark types rise to positions of prominence. Either as supervisors or management, politicians and celebrities as well. Know why this is? Because the nature of the System as it stands is designed to ensure these people progress because the methods and tricks they use to get ahead are implicitly sanctioned and quietly expected from anyone who wishes to step up the crooked steps of the fiscal pyramid.

The levels of manipulation these Dark Souls possess is fascinating in both senses of this spell as they hold an huge power to draw you in and do their bidding as the vacuum can project something magnetic, as many men married to the wrong woman will attest as she revealed her true self once he was tied down to a commitment and the previously built image evaporated. This offers a huge hint into their presence in this realm as it seems they’re part of the test for those who wish to help the rest of the world ease their suffering whilst healing themselves as they’ll get you consumed with your own consumption by offering just a hint of what you’re seeking and thus draw you in to their web and thus erasing your other options and then does the feeding commence.

Its quite wicked really. Very well spread and spoken of even less than most forms of abuse which are epidemic and when its refined to its highest level of skill it simply can’t even be mentioned for fear of being outcast or torn to shreds by the rest and thus many suffer in silence as the demons draped in flesh walk around gleefully feeding as their Dark Souls are simply a front that fuel something that feeds in a higher dimension but thats beyond the scope of the topic even though its all one song that most currently sing without ever questioning the intent of the melody or the piper they’re paying.

That was until you read this and now you have a frame of reference to discuss and the choice to see things through a different, more accurate lens that could lead to freedom because the crooked deal is way more common than you think and there are solutions for those who wish to emancipate themselves from mental Slavery.

Till we meet again

Everyone Has a Spirit. Not Everyone Has a Soul

How many times have you heard someone say “I don’t know why I did that?” or “What came over him?” and such things? Better yet how many people have you noticed, your Self included, that seem to just aimlessly drift from that to this without any real type of awareness, presence or consciousness like they’re living on autopilot?

Everyone has a spirit. Not everyone has a Soul.

Nine words that will feel bitter on some lips but offer sweet emancipation to those that can digest the message thats coming because not everything that walks in the flesh is human in this realm. Before we get to this external step lets take a glance within and see if you can get my drift.

They say that matter is mostly empty space, correct? I know that can seem pretty mind bending when examined at depth because life appears so solid but, not for nothing, did pretty much every ancient culture call this world a Game, an illusion or Matrix using their own symbols and myths. This is something that persists up to the present day because much like those nocturnal visions that seem authentic when you’re dozing the real perspective kicks in when you elevate your consciousness and rise in bed. Take this same script and apply it to life and you’ll feelsee what I’m meaning because the old nursery rhyme every kid said, back when, hid a profound truth within for those who listen with the ears of wisdom.

Imagine you have an egg and a fan, spinning. You have been set the challenge of getting this yolk with a shell, intact, through the device of rotation without unplugging it. How, exactly, would you do this? That, my friend, is a perfect example of vibration because if we look at this from the perspective of the egg then it seems impossible due to the situation that makes the blade appear like a solid versus what it truly is when not in motion. In that respect if we were to decrease its speed we’d make the shift with ease and, suddenly, the egg in the dream hatches into a concept that is lucid, with a grin.

Life is exactly like this. Now, back to the main topic:

Everyone has a spirit. Not everyone has a Soul.

When the Tsunami kicked in, back when, the animals sensed it coming and ran for the hills whereas the humans, frolicking, got hit full belt as they were totally disconnected from spirit. Actually, this is where things get very interesting because I’ve often said this is a Game of three halves, yes? Well, this illustrates it very well because you can tell that if spirit was talking and man listening then life in this realm would play out different. In that respect Soul is the higher aspect of spirit. The same song played in a higher octave with more instruments and celestial backing that makes the performance enchanting. In between these two states exists a way that is neither and feels akin to a living hell for those who comprehend the shadows depth. This wavelength I call Adulteration and it currently grips in excess of ninety percent of the planet in its grip. Worst part of all is people Thunk they’re it and thus one who attempts to emancipate them from their personal Stockholm Syndrome will be labeled as such things like an infidel or anti something as that parasitic process that holds their minds in its grip motivates them to rush to its defense by making them feel triggered. You really have to admire the Opponents elegance as he chose his hiding place real well and in the last place most would suspect:

Their heads. Specifically, the voice in it that people Thunk is them as it orchestrates all of their thoughts, actions and intent. Crazy, isn’t it? Shades of meat puppet, yes? Once again:

Everyone has a spirit. Not everyone has a Soul. Most people are Adulterated.

Now Soul you can read as pure awareness, undiluted consciousness aka what you stepped into this realm with, back when. Adulterated is what they became after they inherited ignorance from their parents via the form of socialization and the rest of the crap the System poured in. Neither one nor the other. Stuck in the mid which is very different from being Centered in Self as those who regain this state dwell in what I call Inner Sense which is the living embodiment of the Soul in the flesh aka spirit on a higher octave. Let me give you an example of this:

A child comes into this realm and the tears are streaming. Basic responses are autonomic as the flesh sustains itself due to the complexity of the nervous system and thus require no thought or to be taught. Factory equipment. And yet the child swiftly goes on to do all kinds of amazing things like acquire a language, walk, talk and the rest as well as various abstract concepts and their relationship therein. These things you could say are spirit doing as intended as they’re like the training wheels of the Game in the sense that nobody teaches a fish how to swim, it just handles it but chimps can be trained to perform arithmetic in exchange for treats. Most interesting, isn’t it, how one will rage quit when it perceives unfairness due to what it puts in and gets in exchange via comparison:

And yet in this world where people are so well adjusted to mass social sickness the rest of the humans gladly run the treadmill of suffering in the hopes of decorating the cell I’ve termed the Mind Made Prison the best so they can show off to the rest that are as broke and broken as them. You don’t have to be mad to incarnate into this realm but, for those on the outside looking in, the planet certainly seems to be an insane asylum where the inmates took over not long after golden calves were worshipped and we’ve skipped leg day ever sense and thus are totally ungrounded. But those are deeper metaphysics that will soon pour over your head from the vase the water carrier brings as he shares his illumination about the artificial light and spiritual darkness that engulfs this realm. Part of me suspects its all intended, like orchestrated from the top, and that really makes me question my part in all of this as on the 8% who go against the grain and seek nothing less than total liberation. Maybe we are here to play the Game on its highest level of challenge or maybe we beat it, found the way to liberation and then decided to come back again to help the rest by offering them ways to awaken from a nightmarish hell that seems heaven sent to those trapped within its grip? Anywhen:

Imagine you stand in front of an ocean that is limitless and boundless, made of pure consciousness. Into this you dip a cup and fill it to the brim and take it to the desert. Due to the principle of resonance and the fact that which is within is a fractal expression of the Prime to which its still connected – even via these induced limits – the water source will keep overflowing even when out of its element as the alignment is still presence. Left to its own devices these dry arid lands would soon become fertile due to this influx and that would shift the Game for those living in such a hostile environment.

That, in a nutshell, is the story of your conception and true potential. What actually happened was this:

From an ocean of unfinite awareness was a portion scooped and linked to flesh that was developed during nine months in the abdomen where said exoskeleton swam in this liquid and its developing presence bought illumination to the one birthing so people commented on how radiant she seemed as her belly started to swell. Into the land of confusion did you bring this limitless potential but it was severed, real quick, as they pointed at the bucket you’d one day kick and say “You, you are this”. Your parents were the first to commence this line of thinking as their own resonance had long been dimmed and thus they clung to these earthbound concepts like a drowning man with a brick who will brook no alternative and thus drowns before realizing he could swim and save himself. Slowly, but surely, the call of spirit dims and with it the buckets replenishment until, after about two and half decades and change, all thats left are mere drips that pop in which are the bare minimum required to sustain life itself but totally devoid of any true sentience and thus man is a stranger to his Self and will accept whatever programs they send in order to fill that abyss of darkness within. That is Adulteration so, once again:

Everyone has a spirit. Not everyone has a Soul. Most people are Adulterated.

If people, en masse, had that Soul level awareness the world wouldn’t be like this. All cultures are steeped in ancient myths that tell of man being downgraded into a veritable imbecile in comparison to his innate greatness that you are welcome to check if you Thunk I’m just pulling random metaphysics out of thin air. For me the proof of the pudding was recollecting these previous spins in this Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits and, in that respect, you get a great framework for what it actually means to be schizophrenic as well as what will be coming when man mixes with tech and becomes a hybrid in the process. Actually, to extend the metaphor of the bucket with dregs in the desert it would be akin to them to not breaking the flow down to just drips but inserting a column within that allows a thin stream to ascend and link with the rest via the process of artificially limited resonance. People will beam signals from one head to the next and our movies will be their “Feelies” as you sense every step, breath and jolt of adrenaline plus emotions from those caught in the act which means, once again, porn will lead this revolution hence the dearth of Incels on the planet that will pave the way by having sex with semi sentient robot companions that will harvest the energetics of their ejaculations as the species becomes a hybrid. Again. Getting back to the present:

You can tell when you’re in the flow of Soul as it does randomly happen. The key aspect is one of feeling timeless and things feel totally effortless, like you’re in the place thats correct and doing exactly as intended as you float above the rest on gossamer wings. Michael Jackson embodied this state best when he was on stage, performing, as that was a little slice of heaven for a higher order being that held the rest in thrall as the Witnessed what they can’t recollect as their parched buckets walk around the sand ocean whilst the cup in front of them is overflowing with its glow that draws them in via its resonance thats calling as it says:

“You’re just another part of me”.

Actually his tracks were laced with such heavy metaphysics and messages from beyond this realm that most totally missed as they were too busy nodding their heads and not hearing with their chests and thus yelled with delight as the Slave/Masters crucified him before they switched it up and started crying after his death which was murder most foul filled with much scheming. Actually, remember what I said about Tsunami and spirit? Well, it just so happened that MJ was supposed to be dead on Nine Eleven as they’d handily booked him in to be up in the Towers, bright and brisk but the signal from his Soul saved him as his mother called him and kept him up all night, talking, so he missed his appointment. Food for thought, scrape the dish. I’m quite certain that if you comb your own life you’ll find at least one example of similar events because the amazing thing about the Prime, the pre-existing is that you, underneath all of the crap and programming, are it so its a simple case of unlearning the garbage in order to transcend the Matrix. Thing is they made that difficult on purpose for reasons that are as esoteric as they are mind bending so why not read this back again, with a friend works best, as you moot the topic and generate your own perspect as that is how your recode your internal OS which is akin to realizing:

“Wait a minute. I am not the voice in my head which is simply the echo of Adulteration that rings in this hollowed out shell which I use to interact with this realm that doesn’t feel anywhere near as fun as it once did before I learned all of this and accepted a long list of terms and conditions that were inked when Moses pants were shorter than the horns on his head. What the hell is happening and going on in this realm?”.

Thats good because confusion creates questions and those demand answers and this brings one back to a state of Inner Sense which, in turn, is in optimal resonance with the unfinite ocean of awareness to which billions have sent letters and fan mail without realizing they have the wrong address as what they seek is within but shh, don’t let the Adulterated aspect click this because it will start yelping as its needs the energetic impulse to sustain itself as it lacks both spirit and Soul therefore created something which is neither that nor this but holds most of the world in its grip and this is why each and every childs glow dims as their minds get mangled by the System until they kick the bucket they gripped as their (false) self in a life filled with ignorance and suffering to which they’ll get mindwiped back again for another spin.

Like I’ve said, elsewhen, the Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger then this is the message. Do with it what you will but only after considering and reality testing as you should aim to become your own guide and only disciple so we can compare notes on what we find as my perspective is in no way authoritative or derivative but based on what I feelsee within and thus a constant work in progress that reflects its wisdom as I, daily, chip away at my ignorance and come into a greater form of resonance with the Prime that is the all of everything and its base material and my consciousness are identical as that is what powers this shell I’m currently wearing to send this message to the rest who have the ears to listen that I term the Warriors of this realm who intend to bring life back to the desert or just get the hell out of here and back to the ocean that is calling them to remember the formless from which they sprung, are and will be once again whilst the rest just spin, again and again, on the wheel of time clutching the latest edition of “How to be a bucket that is scared to kick it” in their preferred language as the spirit does what it knows best which is be human and maintain the most basic resonance whereas the ones with Soul awareness transcend the ignorance in death as they did whilst living and, from them, some may choose, voluntarily, to come back again in order to tell the rest:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Heaven and Hell Are Here

Some people say this place is a flawed creation designed by an incompetent that traps Souls in thick sheaths of ignorance and then seems to take immense pleasure in torturing them whilst charging for each and every step and that may be true. What is also genuine is the statement that the sheer thrill of discovery, learning and mastery – in and of itself – is a huge buzz that is only possible in this realm ergo heaven and hell are here. They have their basis in your mindset and how you relate to the present moment itself which is, sadly, the gift many leave unwrapped during their adventure in the flesh as they’re too busy beating themselves up in their head about past regrets or future stress, most of which never happened. Such a strange state of affairs, and yet, thats exactly how it is. From my lens at least, your mileage could (and should) vary. Actually, that makes for an interesting tangent:

Many folks don’t think like this because they rearrange socially sanctioned chunks of Thunk instead as I’ve previously mentioned and thus, for them, this could be the blasphemous ravings of a deranged lunatic but the wise once said:

“Before you complain about the dirt under my seat why not push the broom under your own pew?”. Its amazing what you may discover when it clicks that one finger pointing out at the so called problem also hint at the three aimed at the true cause so look within and tell me if you find any resonance or a totally different image of how we came to wear the flesh as you make sense of the concepts the world handed to you, back when, and most accepted, verbatim. I didn’t. Never have and never will thanks to the superpower of Inner Sense which tends to examine everything at depth with a curiousness that is intense thanks to having no limits in my head. Granted for many this is a bridge too far that isn’t mapped on any tech they possess ergo they maroon themselves on an island of ignorance when enlightenment always was an option. Just not for them on this level, by their own admission, hence they make up the 81% that accept that being unplugged equals death and its all thanks to the vagaries of the System that did a number on their head, back when, to render them a living hostage. Back on topic:

Heaven and hell are here. They are literally states of being. Two men are standing on a wet terrace, watching a football team kick around an object of fascination that is made of hexagrams and pentangles to approximate a circular form. Great occult truths are hidden in plain sight for the eyes of the wise. In this case the one dressed in red is totally fascinated and yells for his team as he stands, taking it all in. His nerves are filled with all types of signals and the adrenaline dumps as the dopamine hits when the ball finds its target in the back of the net. He leaps, he yells, they score. “Goaaaaalllllll!!!!!” rushes past his lips that are twisted in a huge grin as the entire terrace erupts in celebration. All except one, that is.

His friend, dressed in blue, came along for “God knows what reason. Its cold, actually freezing. I’m soaked to the skin. I can’t stand this Game. It makes no sense and seems vaguely homoerotic and frankly its totally boring. I’d rather be anywhere than here at this moment” he states, whist shivering.

Did you see what just happened?

The external circumstance in both cases was identical and yet their private inner realms were actually heaven and hell. For the die hard fan the great British weather is part and parcel of the equation and what makes the post match celebration with a few ales so amazing because of the contrast it brings. He feels larger than life, connected with the rest who stand on the terraces, yelling, as his mind imagines its him out there kicking the ball and leading the team to a triumphant win which simply sets them up for their next challenge and has the the entire pub buzzing even more than the alcohol they drink as they’re toasting. For the dude in the blue, however, all he could think about was how boring it is and totally moronic to be that caught up in something that has no appeal to him. All of his discomforts were at the fore as he felt soaked to the skin with his teeth chattering as he wondered why the hell he signed up for this experiment. And yet, at the same time, same place, same situation his kin was as close to heaven as he’d been, for a moment.

Isn’t that interesting? I think it is because it offers huge insights into the human condition as well as food for consideration about the purpose of entertainment along with the deep tribal aspects of conflict, unification and the thrill of triumph whilst besting an Opponent by making him your Victim. Even if its by proxy in this example and you, directly, have done none of this. Such is the power of imagination, projection and identification and these three were totally lacking in Mr Blue who thought the rest standing were a bunch of tools:

“Overgrown manchildren, inept fools!” he says as he sits around a table with his friends playing a Game of Dungeons and Dragons. For him this fantasy is as real as it gets as he’s totally invested in this endeavor but cannot draw the links between how and why Mr Red would scream and yell on a wet terrace when he chooses to wet his whistle via a different wavelength. And yet, to us, observing, there is far more in common with each of their preference as the function stripped of form is nigh on identical.

See why I’ve said we’re in a fractal, my friend? How there is but one shape that keeps endlessly repeating and its vision differs upon your perspective and how upping your resolution is the best thing that can happen as then you comprehend that it all takes place in your awareness and thus you are an exceedingly potent slice of life that is aligned with the Prime, the pre-existing, nameless and formless that is pure consciousness at it best that is currently attached to your flesh (that modulates its imperience, as seen in the example) and does strange things with time via the power of attention. Actually, thats a valid point so lets dive in:

Mr Blue on the terrace felt like the match would never end whereas for his friend the ninety minutes flew by with a quickness. Its the same with talking to an attractive women versus being trapped in a lift. The same principle is at play when we’re dreaming as we can fit many lifetimes and their own adventures into a few minutes in REM and the implications of this are quite interesting as, once again, we can Witness heaven or hell from the comfort of our beds in the privacy of our heads and then rise, shining, as we comprehend it was just another figment of our imagination. That is exactly how death is. Just like this. Lets bring Mr Blue and Mr Red into the mix:

The former is so attached to this realm that leaving it, his team, his friends and family as well sounds like his own personal hell. Sure, he is a bit religious at major events or when he has a problem but, aside from that, god is low on his totem pole of things he classes as important. He’s an average gent that likes the standard things and was never one for quiet introspection and frankly couldn’t care less about most things that don’t involve having a drink and spending time with his friends (usually talking about sport whilst doing none themselves) as he is a social animal.

Mr Red, on the flip, is what we’d term an Incel. He has never had a girlfriend, has a limited circle that is just like him and thus they escape into the world of fantasy via Games as a collective and indulge in vast quantities of porn, alone, on the reg. To him life is hell because he gets that a few more millimeters of bone, some better skin, a lower body fat percentage and five extra inches on his penis with the same added to his height as well would have got him all the chicks instead of spending his life rolling dice with a bunch of nerds then investing the rest in masturbating. To him there isn’t much to keep him attached to this realm because he can’t help but shake the feeling the deck was rigged and whoever is in charge of it hates him and wants to see him miserable so when he meets his death he is more than glad to relinquish the life that never gave him a thing beyond the torturous dread of being involuntarily celibate.

During that time when both of these Souls dance in the belts of radiation of the magnetosphere we’ll notice an immense different in this subjective imperience as one will be effortlessly stripped of that which he willingly relinquishes as of this realm whilst the other will fight, tooth and nail, to hold onto his concepts that he used to define him Self.

Interesting, isn’t it. Fractals, everywhen, recollect?

You can take this scale and apply it anywhere you wish and I’m confident the answers will be identical ergo this may just be the universal constant that none can deny once grokked as its implications are Self evident. Welcome to the Game of Souls, my friend, where heaven and hell are ways of responding to your inner realms as they dance with external events and circumstances which are, fundamentally, a projection which you consume via your consumption with it. Not for nothing did the ancients come up with the term Ouroboros which has a snake biting its tail as it forms into a circle I call the wheel of time for ye are it. Examine:

Isn’t that interesting? From a Fourth Dimensional perspective this is your life, in a nutshell. Can you see why I’ve said free will is an illusion because those tracks are etched like a song on a record as your Soul moves the needle of awareness through the vinyl and your flesh plays the song of your life to your awareness via the flesh and the rest. Granted, once you increase your res, you notice the vinyl actually has depth and how there are alternate versions of the song etched on the record if you can shift the wavelength of the needle and, magically, the life you live can flip as well. Amazing, isn’t it? Just one of the many gifts hidden in the present that many blues and reds will never unwrap whilst living. Much like the Yin Yang spins the Soul who awakens the Warrior within intuits the still bit in the mid around which everything spins and says “I am that” as they walk the Path of Power in its golden radiance via becoming Centered in Self and thus shift beyond these subjective whims we call hell and heavenly into something far more abstract and yet, paradoxically, realer than real.

Won’t you come dance with me in the higher wavelengths of actualized potential beyond the blue and red as well as those purple pimps I call the Slave/Masters that know all about this but keep it hid by foisting states of hypnosis on the rest for their own fun and merriment. That, I suppose, is their Game whilst mine is “Get free or thrive trying” and this mindset is much to their chagrin because each Soul that gains gnosis can jet from this realm, should they wish, and this affects their balance sheet in the end because, make no mistake, its all business for them. Such is the way of the pyramid whereas I’m a man of the circle – without beginning or end – but, should I choose, to borrow that ninety degree angle of spin that keeps the higher dimensions hidden to all except babes, the elderly and kittens then the spiral is created and with it ascent that goes far beyond this three ring circus of the flesh in which most are so plugged in that these concepts may sound like metaphysically gibberish and not something they can actually live.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

The World Is a Stage

The world is a stage. Five words everyone knows but only a few truly comprehend and actually put into practice. Those that do reap the rewards and the ones that don’t are little more than puppets on a string that are moved, that way and this, by whims they just don’t get but acquiesce to, nonetheless.

How many of your thoughts are actually your own? Not many, says me, based on imperience and introspection. If you haven’t looked within then its quite difficult to see what I mean by this because so many folks invest in the narrative which unfolds via a constant stream of suggestsions via that voice in their head. Newsflash:

You are not it. How can you be when you are obviously that which listens. This state is what I call the Witness. Once this clicks then its a straight line in Tetris movement as the rest of the blockages and obstacles melt, with a quickness. Check:

Imagine, right now, at this very moment, that you are reading from a script. You look at the ink and the handwriting then nod your head saying “Yes that is me, those are my thoughts, my observations and my interpretations”. That is the way of the Slave who possess no Knowledge of Self as they are too busy skimming the surface and attempting to manipulate the external realm from a position of ignorance that it is merely an effect, not the prime cause. That is the stage in question. Lets say if you hear what I’m saying on FM and look closer at the script. Suddenly something very amazing happens as you start to discern different shades of ink as you realize:

“Wait a minute, I made up that interpretation based on an interaction with an ex from back when. That one I gained from something my parents told me when I was impressionable and the other is based on what I saw in a flick that really resonated and I integrated into my subconscious”.

That brings the first sprigs of freedom and from then on its up to you to nurture and develop them. This process is akin to increasing the resolution of an image and one of the most interesting side effects is you click that external people and events are simply projections of your state from within. If you change how you relate to this the outer world is interpreted different and your interaction shifts. Does that show you how powerful your consciousness is and why the relationship with Self is the most important one in this realm as we literally interact with figments of our imagination ergo each one offers the potential for enlightenment as you can choose to create a response instead of merely reacting. Same letters, different flip and thus you beget a higher wavelength.

Just applying this method to your relationships can bring such wonderful things because it becomes Self evident that you are surrounded by teachers whose chief intent is to make you aware of this process. If it were a test how many on the planet, at this moment, do you think have passed? Better yet, now you Know this the next time you feel your Self sliding into a well worn groove of a relationship that doesn’t fulfill you can choose to pick different responses. Dice life is a great way of putting this into practice and that is akin to taking on a new role on the stage and that ties back into acting which is the key to this performance in which many people are miserable and feel so powerless as they are dragged, that way and this, via various impulses.

Why is it like this? Well, that is a really deep topic but it comes down to the programming language of this realm which makes the Game interesting because, left to their own devices, most people wouldn’t do much of anything without these factors being present. Being cognizant of this is the main difference between playing the Game of being played by it. The easiest way I can put it to you is by referencing an opening from The Simpsons where you see Marge in the whip with Maggie sitting there with a steering wheel that isn’t connected. To her, in her world, she simply ticks the boxes where her actions match the outer realm as she edits the ones that don’t fit. Some of you may have noticed this is the exact thing that happens when people visit psychics. Lets say she comprehended this was happening by disengaging and doing nothing. Suddenly she would become aware that the outer realm (which references the thoughts in your head) keeps on doing what it did and from this she can develop discernment.

This, in a nutshell, is one of the main tenets on the Path of Power because by realizing this you can finally take charge of the vehicle of your consciousness instead of being set adrift by socially programmed awareness that offers its default mode of being that many find quite unfulfilling. Apply it to your day to day, see what happens. Start getting used to just watching the thoughts in your head and you’ll notice they come and go as they wish like images on a television. You are the Witness, that which is watching. The more investment you pour in the stronger they get as they drag you into their resonance and then its a simple case of going through the motions with no emotion aka being a meat puppet. That isn’t a very happy life because it feels so disempowering therefore the cure to this socially sanctioned problem is being willing to look within and increase your resolution in order to make better decisions via the skillful application of wisdom.

Till we meet again

Religion as a Cultural Operating System

What are religions if not tales of guidance and what are humans but stories made flesh? I’m sure you can draw the correspondence of where this topic is hearting because its akin to artists buying ink they then prepare to sling on their own canvas. There are a range of stores on the strip and each is filled with friends and countrymen who speak the tongue you know best and are familiar with the same things. These places of business can be frequented by all who wish but there is an obviously cliquish sentiment within as some old heads would sneer, under their breath, “Who is he to come into our realm?“. Some of those at the till couldn’t care less as long as they pay the bills but others are more reticent and would make it quite obvious they aren’t welcome. To the child who wants to finger paint all of this is irrelevant because they will frequent the store to which their forefathers went and as the child scribbles in the kitchen he’ll show his mother his rendition of the prophet at which point she’ll say something sacred, smile at her son and pin it to the fridge.

This, in a nutshell, is religion as a cultural operating system.

They say it takes a village to raise a boy and those who did birth one who shall become king. Why? Because he innerstands the people and their whims. Spinning it back from another lens lets pretend the stores we mentioned that sell art supplies see their neighbors kids wandering in with a friend. They will lavish both of them with the same affection because, regardless of faith, we all cherish the children and their resonance as its the living embodiment of all we hold sacred. In this situation if the boy were to ask why they wear those hats on their heads, don’t do this or other such things there is a high chance the man behind the till will take the time to educate him in the ways of the ancients. Lets say the child is quite gregarious and is raised in an enclave that is multiracial in the best sense and thus he spends his halcyon days being surrounded and nourished by these men of wisdom.

Will they see him as an infidel? An outsider who can’t be trusted or such things? Nay for it is highly likely they will take a shine to his desire for wisdom and never ending stream of questions that, quite often, leave them perplexed and with things for discussion as the childs innocence hits a nail on the head that they themselves would never have imagined.

The boy grows to be a man and sees, with ease, the common thread that links these streams as they obviously flow from the same ocean. “Why then” he says “Is the world such a mess when people believe pretty much the same thing? I think that each religion, if encapsulated in a nutshell would have said “Treat someone else as you would have them do to you” and the rest is mere sprinkles”. He then goes on to illustrate how each of their wives make, in turn, the best chicken and even those the base ingredients are the same its the herbs, presentation and methods of creation that make all the difference.

Not many people are raised like this. They will go to one place and buy the same inks they’ll paint on their canvas, exactly as instructed. Stranger still is how few truly comprehend the rites and rituals to the creed with which they’re linked as their knowledge is surface level at best as they place their passions elsewhen.

The boy in question was different as he wanted to know how this realm came to be the way it is. At first it started simple, when he was in kindergarten, as he turned to the new kid and started speaking to him in his own language. The boy responded with a shake of his head and a stream of words he didn’t comprehend. The child picked up a crayon and named it in English then his own tongue at which point the new kid did the same. He turned to the rest in the class, with their hues and tones variegated, and asked them to chip in which they did. Thus began a lifelong fascination with linguistics that lead to checking the religions and cultures that birthed them as well as examining the natures of these spiritual threads that were woven into a narrative.

Much like water is invisible to a fish religion as a cultural operating system is identical because most people cannot imagine another version of themselves without this underpinning. That goes for atheists and scientists as well because the underlying premise is identical as we use the tales and narratives that meet our minds when impressionable to fashion our internal operating system. Case in point the laws of the land that rule the Game are based upon the Bible and what it says thanks to the dominance of a certain race at a critical stage. Can you imagine the difference if, say, Buddhism was at the helm and shaped what would happen next? Just the certainty of reincarnation versus the “One strike then heaven or hell” mindset that forms the basis of so many playas would be something else. This is what I mean about religion as a cultural operating system because regardless of your passion or indifference its presence is felt in many things you’d never suspect from rites and rituals to customary celebrations and various aspects like the true origin of offering to bless someone else upon sneezing and how its linked to the Romans and started off as saluting. In the East many know well to pour oil in front of the entrance when ushering guests in for an auspicious visit but are entirely unaware from where this stems or the real meaning. Answers on a postcard, party people!

In ways blatant and subtle we all are in a state of hypnosis that you could think of like keys on a piano that each have their own tone and resonance. That, in a nutshell, is religion, my friend. The boy who’d grow to be king intuited this, back when, and wanted to know what would happen if one became adept at tinkling the ivories and ebonies without stress to see what could be created via the art of composition versus continually hitting the same note and expecting to hear a symphony. In that respect I agree with him because what if the secret point of conflict was to follow his example and find the common points of resonance use those to build a bridge instead of dropping depleted uranium shells on the heads of insurgents and infidels in a never ending belt of fighting that blights the lives of so many who step in.

Worse still everyone, in their head, is convinced they’re totally correct and the other side is the problem as the real, true divine aspect rides solely with them and not the rest. To add insult to injury even those on the same team secretly hate their own kin due to their own differences of opinion which highlights well how this war man will never win and whoever makes the attempt will find himself on the losing side in the end.

Till we meet again

The Inner Sense of Ubermensch

Picture, if you will, a tower that glistens. If we were to look within we’d see its packed to the gills with all kinds of things ranging from signs and symbols up to the latest tech and the rest of what you’d expect for a Soul to make sense of wearing flesh and walking around a planet. One of the most curious things is there is only one window which allows light in and that, for some strange reason, is obscured by an immense TV set. I guess you don’t miss what you never suspected you possess as the black mirror that hangs in its stead provides a convincing counterfeit that actually outdoes the real thing in some respects.

With the grip of its familiarness, this tower of isolation says “Nothing else exists outside these walls which is, in a practical sense, knowable” in various tones and dialects. It matters not who listens as the message is always identical. You, at this very moment, dwell within the (false) selfsame thing I have just mentioned. Countless billions do the same and that is before we take into account those who’ve came and left this plane and the ones still awaiting manifestation within the prism of time and space. How few, by design, I may add, recollect that there was a time – once upon a when – where they ran, free, around the Earths surface. Nay, even that wasn’t enough to contain them as they’d build rocket ships in their imagination and jet off to distant stars in the blink of an eye as they lived and dwelled within the extended resonance I call Inner Sense. That is to come, for now, back to the tower and the tale it spins:

We all know the tower well. It is what protects us with its shell and seemingly solid presence. In that respect man is much like a snail as none are born with it but we all develop it, nonetheless. Actually, lets interject another creature as well because its presence is most interesting:

A hermit crab is the animal kingdoms equivalent of a well read hippy that grabs a title from a landed gent by claiming squatters rights for the home that was left in neglect. This example will become more relevant as well progress but, for now, lets get back to the humans in their towers of strength that actually limit and inhibit the development of their awareness.

“Without these bricks of belief wrapped around my tenderness I don’t think I could take much more of this mess” says one such denizen as he looks around this realm with its seemingly never ending conflict. I asked him, previously, to disconnect from the net and let that black mirror hang silent and he said “That sounds like a fate worse than death”. See, the sad truth of the tower is that without the glitz and glamour, which is akin to seeing who has the best decor in their jail cell, is that its built to limit your presence and range of sensations you allow your Self to Witness. Let me back it up a bit:

Children ran, up and down the hill, they swung from the trees then lay on their backs watching the clouds overhead as they made up stories and adventures about what was happening. At this point their towers were still in the construction stage. The instructions of “Sit still! Look ahead!” were laying the blueprint but it would only be around the age their peers wear mortar boards on their head would it be almost built and ready to lock them within from then till the end. In contrast a schizophrenic would attest their life is like a scratched record that had multiple versions of the same song at differing forms of resonance so, at one point, they too may just appear to fit in well until madness hits like a bombshell and they’re listening to an acapella version by a cover band and then an alternative take with a live orchestra thrown in before being hit with the same bolt of inspiration that bought the lyrics, pouring, to the artist on that cold and wet Monday morning before super stardom. Granted trying to explain these shifts to one who is totally unaware there are such options happening in the same instance is a one way ticket to a padded cell and one of those nice jackets that allow you to give yourself a big, warm hug of madness as a depot injection is stuck in your rear end. Actually, this concept is worth examining at length:

Lets say, once upon a when, people didn’t build towers. They erected tents instead and lets pretend that these teepees were only to sleep in as they spent the rest outside, in their element, and in full resonance with the environment. That you could think was a different version of the song called “How it Feels to be a Human” that was then remixed with some industrial beats thrown in and distorted vocals and hammering percussion. “Ugh, turn off that mess” says the man who dwells in a modern tower of Babel as he stares at his TV set and eats his microwaved dinner after coming home from the office before going to bed and doing it all again. Imagine if you were insane and the needle of awareness on the record of your consciousness skipped between such things and reality, seamlessly, shifted to accommodate that which you perceive as it weaves it in to a smooth narrative because that is what those pounds of gray matter in your head do best. How do you think that would feel? How difficult to relate and convey to the rest that erect homes of solid brick in the modern way of doing things would that be? Can you comprehend the challenge? Better yet can you digest the implications of what I’ve just said and ponder the true cause of these effects and their implications for the one percent of the global populace that it holds in its grips as they’re medicated to death via ways that address not the problem but attempt to quell the symptoms which is akin to training an elephant to tap dance next to the skipping record in the hope of getting it back in the groove again.

And yet the so called schizophrenic is the only one that can tell there is some subtle yet all pervading problem that encompasses the entire realm as people are housed in these square bricked towers of isolation that they dare not question for their presence is sacrosanct and underpins their own definitions and relations to themselves and the world as it stands. Getting back to the denizen in question I previously mentioned:

“So, what you’re saying is that behind the TV set there is actually a window hidden and this gives us an accurate view of the land in which there are billions of towers, standing, in isolation?”.

“Yes. Yet, connected”.

“What do you mean?”.

“Well, in the midst of all of these towers there is a single point, a beacon, an edifice to which they are all linked by a long thread which dips in the mid. Its really very clever and, quite frankly, most devilish as many will live and die without ever suspecting the hidden presence and the option it brings”.

“So what is in this middle tower? This lighthouse as you call it?”.

“Illumination, my friend. Alas I can’t call it as one must feelsee to comprehend the subtle meaning as the difference is immense”.

“How did you get from where you are to this beacon?”.

“Well, it started with a craving for silence. Actually, no let me back up a bit. It began when I was wondering what made the record spin and the nature of that voice in my head that kept me binge watching and fridge raiding. Out of boredom, one day, I decided to not do what it says so I turned off the TV set and stated “My ears hear good news only“. You won’t believe what happened”,

“What? What?”.

“Well, the silence was as deafening as it was uncomfortable. I hated it. It felt like the walls were closing in and I paced, that way and this. Suddenly, like I was on autopilot I grabbed the remote and flicked on the set. Sitting there wondering what the hell just happened and how on Earth this was possible I became aware of looking at myself. Except it wasn’t. It was a gross approximation. The version of me that was the equivalent of a battery hen that was born and raised in the grip of this tower itself filled with the artificial illumination of the TV set and the non stop chatter in my head. In a rage I smashed the screen and watched it fall to pieces. That was when the window revealed itself and the thing that speaks via my tongue went ape as it tried all and everything to stop me looking from this new vantage. A penny or pound was irrelevant, I was all in and had to know what was happening so I stepped onto the ledge and what I saw scared me close to death. There were loads and loads of towers, stretched all over the world and continents and yet equidistant to all was the beacon I mentioned that called to my attention.

I surveyed the silver cord that linked me to this place in the distance. It seemed to be solid but it was now a question of nerve and balance. Little did I suspect there was a third aspect, well hid, that would soon come crashing into my awareness as it made its presence felt. Do you know what the Trickster is?”.

“Yes, yes I do. I watched a documentary about it, once upon a when. Its a very common myth around the planet about a two faced god that may just be the devil who is rather adept at pretending many things as he pulls off all kinds of slick shenanigans that constantly make a donkeys rear end out of the poor bamboozled humans“.

“Exactly. He still lives in this realm. You know him best as the voice in your head. As I stepped out from the ledge he yelled “Mind your step, don’t think about falling, its a long way to go splat on the pavement”. I was so taken aback by the presence after having become accustomed to being alone in my tower that I didn’t comprehend that now we had separated he needed to sustain himself by using my fear and dread that he induced via the use of suggestions and manipulations that ensured I would remain unbalanced and bent, instead, to his whims so that he may live by draining my resources”.

“Hmm? What was that? I wasn’t listening as I got distracted. Could you repeat the question?” said the denizen of his tower as we engaged in our conversation. This was to be expected so I grinned and ran it back again and then showed him both the strength and weakness of the puppet master in his head that controls the narrative to which he said:

“Fascinating. So what happened next?”.

I regaled the tale of how I set to Know the Ledge and then fell, died and came back again. And again. And again. And again. Each time the programming was a little less effective and each time I was swifter on the disconnect until that day came where I ascend and made safe passage from one end to the next. This is the Inner Sense of Ubermensch as I was now free to visit the towers of other people as I wished but there were no doors upon which to announce my presence and the ubiquitous TV set hanging over the window to obscure their vision so I climbed back into mine instead and sat there typing my message for those who have felt, for no apparent reason, that there is something very, very wrong with this realm and their way of living. Well, there is. I call it Adulteration. This is the process that shifted from teepess and peace pipe smoking to towers and everyone against anyone as the war thats coming. Its why people are addicted to the net and refuse to disconnect from that which only brings bad news to them as they amuse themselves to death and gorge on food like substances designed to generate cravings and bad health.

And yet none dare call it conspiracy because the jingles are catchy, packages glistening and treats sweet. What if we were dead and this was actually hell? What then? Imagine, for a moment, a realm where you didn’t need to kill to live (because everything is sentient) and people weren’t suffering as they fronted on the web their lives were perfect with all types of image building and manipulation. A place of pure consciousness where you and the Prime were identical and the divide of space time didn’t exist. This is, was and will be your life and to this you are dead. Or asleep and dozing in this land of illusion where confusion and delusion are instilled from an early age to ensure that shell of Adulteration placed around the strength of Inner Sense keeps your Soul hemmed into the whole human thing, from one life to the next, thanks to the heady mix of desire and ignorance hence Know thy Self is the best medicine.

Aren’t you wondering, just for a minute, whats behind the screen and the world that is hid as well as the false one pulled over your eyelids as the tower fenced you in like your own slice of hell in a shell that seems heaven sent as it stops you from feeling that which you won’t allow your Self to believe is truly happening to make wearing the flesh and walking around a planet possible.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

The Conspiracy to Keep You on Earth

Nine out of ten cats who had a near death experience all said the same thing:

“Its not your time, go back” and other such waffling. We have more types of religion on this planet than flavors of ice cream and yet they all produced a big fat nothing when it comes to ascending from the mess that was around when the sacred texts were first penned. That isn’t intended as blasphemous but if you’re allergic to facts then best pop an antihistamine then. Even if we look at the words of Buddha and his life we see there are shades of being trapped in a Matrix that is aware and doesn’t want you to awaken to embrace your entire wavelength as that brings transcendence which is the end of the Game as it is. Even Jesus, if you peer through his parables, said the same thing and the entire Egyptian civilization was about dying and never returning.

I know we have some of the woo woo clan that bleat (as instructed) “This is a school, you chose this, its a learning experience!” as they sip their zucchini smoothie and tweet for civil rights from their L shaped couch, ensconced in suburban bliss. Three words:

Mind wipe, bish.

Riddle me this, my friend, why go through the mill, gain your imperience and then have it struck from the record after you’re stuck back in for another spin? Make that make sense. Like I said elsewhen, there is no limit to my thought because I think like a child filled with Inner Sense ergo I seek more than what they give and delve beneath the surface.

The conspiracy to keep you on Earth, in a nutshell, seems to go like this:

First they flip turn upside down and manipulate your consciousness in ways that are so simple, yet dazzling. Like a kaleidoscope. Actually, thats dope so lets expand on it a bit:

Imagine I take a chunk of Soul and place it inside a hall of mirrors that reflect its unfinite magnificence. Around this I set up some spin that run rings around it in opposite directions and then we link all of this to the flesh which pours a myriad of signals that become programming which defines what you think you see in your head via its filters and that is it, in a nutshell. Side note, haven’t you ever wondered why so much of life is fractal or why the ears on your head look like a baby in the womb? Thats because the structure of the Game is based on the same Pattern that repeats, again and again and again, so its all about your resolution that is either encoded by (and plugged in) or decodes (and thus escapes) the Matrix.

Now, going off my own life and times it seems there is an immense prohibition against speaking on these topics to the masses who walk around with their heads up the collectives asses whilst paying top whack subscriptions for false illumination and air fresheners loaded with toxic chemicals in order to mask the stench of their ignorance. Thats the conspiracy to keep you on Earth, it seems, and people will happily believe the most ridiculous decrees because everyone wants to be free without doing a damn thing. Make that make sense. Lets pretend you have a large chunk of slate that you hold in your hand and then, with wishful thinking, you say “This is a iPhone brand piece of magical tech that can do amazing things!“. What happens? Nothing. What if they said “Hold this brick, keep speaking those edicts and you’ll have the cell phone you crave not here but some place else”.

Religion, in a nutshell.

Thats why the Gnostics were hunted down and killed. Thats why the so called Witches (aka medicine women who told the tales of their ancestral wisdom) met the same fate. Anyone who tried to step inside the Game and kick some Knowledge faced a well organized corrupting influence that has one single aim:

Total dominance.

A parasitical process that imbues its host with a thrill that makes them think “Yep, this is it! Hoo! We are the chosen!” when, in reality, its a first class ticket back to this realm versus the planes, trains and automobiles trip your Soul gets as you clutch that belief shaped brick that would, if it could, say “The number you’ve dialed is not connected”.

The conspiracy to keep you on Earth is the same thing that makes you binge watch Netflix as you super size it and are consumed by your consumption. Its why nobody is content and everyone thinks they can do better so they swipe left on someone that may have been perfect but are quick to line up and slide into a rotation before the wall kicks in and bitter tears spring as they decide to invest in more surgery to compete with the spring chickens. Population control, in a nutshell. I’ll let you extrapolate the rest from this one as it unfolds itself once you do the Knowledge.

“But wait” the astute say “If they’re trying to keep you here and kill you at the same time then isn’t that strange?”. Yes, indeed it is but unfolding as intended:

Haven’t you ever wondered why the bad guy tells the hero whats next instead of just taking the steps? Its there for you to accept or reject as its all suggestion and thus the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. There is a predator class in the midst of the true humans. Wolves in sheeps clothing who control and own pretty much everything and that is enough motivation to keep coming back again for them as they’ll slide in where they left off and keep whipping the natives as the screams they generate create a different kind of dividend that tastes oh so sweet for those occult forces that feed on suffering. The world isn’t broken. Its designed this way.

In that respect a farm of negative emotions could be quite accurate but wouldn’t that be a living hell for those who keep reincarnating into a three dimensional Matrix where their awareness is flipped turned around on its head from one spin to the next? Woe betide those who speak nothing but the English language which is the most Devilish tongue indeed as it take this same process and ensures they continually heap spells and rites upon themselves. Its all so cursive, isn’t it? Once upon a when we communicated in pictures, beamed direct from head to head then this was downgraded and needed the gestures of body language before the collective was so dumbed down that language was born hence why its stated the world once was in an age of gold where people were heroes and did things of legend before the Idiocracy effect kicked in and soon people will rush to augment with tech as they resurrect an old demon and attach it to their consciousness.

The conspiracy to keep you on Earth doesn’t require a tinfoil turban in order to see whats happening as its right in front of your dish because nothing is hidden. In that respect there are no secrets, nothing is occulted because its simply repackaged and repurposed with the sole intent of keeping folks coming back again and again and again by giving them just a little bit of what they think they covet but ensuring they never get true satisfaction or ever see the bigger pic. Just like every successful business model from the way they build the tech, design the apps or layout a retail establishment. We’re inside a fractal, remember?

The most important thing in all of this is to Know thy Self as then it all starts to make a lot more sense because whilst you may have been a butcher, a baker and a candlestick maker in previous incarnations what you believed back then in terms of your internal OS got you a one way ticket back in to wearing a new skeleton that was programmed, again, by forces that have been at the helm since your unclothed form was wandering around in pure consciousness and happened to notice a sign that read:

“The worlds greatest funfair?” you say as you look at the ticket that somehow appeared in your grip. “Come and enjoy the ride of your life with thrills, spills, chills and moments that bring you face to face with death itself as well as dizzying highs, shocking lows and much, much more” reads the text as you glimpse at the small print: “This ticket admits one. Once you take the ride you must stay within the vehicles perimeters at all times for your safety. We accept no liability for anything that happens, good or bad, as you undertake this adventure of your own free will, come what may. You are entirely responsible for everything“.

Maybe thats the secret to liberation. Actually, I know it is because if we spin it back to the top and open the kaleidoscope inside your head we’d notice a state of being I call the Witness which is what actually gets caught up in the mix from one life to the next, whether in the flesh or dreaming in bed, as it remains the same and unchanged. This is the true gnosis of which I’m speaking or the meaning of the circle with the dot in the mid because whilst most spin on the outside with a head full of noiZ on those who have awakened the Warrior within sit quietly in the mid and injoi the Psylense as they build that bridge to higher consciousness which is the only way out of this realm hence the whole “Soul weighed against a feather” thing because desire is a dangerous thing that keeps you stuck to the wheel of incarnation so, in that respect, we’re actually doing it to ourselves as there is nothing, not a single thing, that exists outside of your awareness which is the Soul I mentioned you inserted as a credit to play the Game of life on this level.

Taking it back to Buddha, look into his tale and how the demonic angels of temptation came to prevent his liberation and then think how difficult it is for you to concentrate your mind for a fixed span of time and attention and you’ll see the rhyme behind the reason from then to now is totally identical. RIP the Tik Tok generation but, as someone else said, let the dead bury the dead because they know nothing else but being plugged in from the jump and their grandkids will step in with Siri setting up camp inside their heads as she augments their iris in this brave new world we’re creating where the conspiracy to keep you on Earth reaches its apex as carbon and silicon based consciousness doth mix and the playas play on a whole new level from which the exit will be ever stealthily hidden in this crooked parody of creation that may just be hell but can also feel like heaven.

What a slick trick, yes? For 81% on the planet what they read makes no sense as it contradicts their programming which is the lens that skews their perspective in exchange for being well adjusted to such profound social sickness. 11% know bits and pieces of the sketch but (I guess) like the whole “Reign in hell” thing and thus play it to the hilt as agents of the Matrix. That leaves 8% who intend to jet from this realm and skip the mindwipe reincarnation bit that pimps your Soul again at the end of this spin with the usual guilt tripping and exploitation of the aforementioned ignorance of those that know everything about anything external but not a damn thing about Self.

If that doesn’t highlight the fingerprints of a conspiracy to keep you on Earth I don’t know what will.

Till we meet again

AI Bots, the Dead Internet and Reality Shaping

You are walking along the street, minding your own business. Suddenly a man in a white coat – who seems like a medical professional – flags you down and calls for your attention. He says ‘”Do you have a moment, please? We are one short for our research into vision which could have profound implications in helping those who can’t see properly. If you can assist we’d greatly appreciate it and can also compensate you for the time it takes”. Being a decent person with a few minutes to spare you acquiesce and are lead in to a room where seven others sit. Taking a seat at the end of the desk you hear what the man in the white coat says:

“We are testing your perception. In a moment you will be handed a card with one line which is the target and three options. Please select the one that is the closest and most approximate”.

With a flourish he furnishes the lady at the head of the arrangement the slip and she says, without pausing, “B” before handing it to the next who attests the same consonant. This is repeated, real quick, by the rest until you hold in your grip this image:

What would you pick? Now, between you and me, its easy to say “Well, its obvious, isn’t it? C is correct as its the same length”. That is the power of influence and why the average intellect of a crowd is akin to that of a four year old child. Everyone wants to fit in so you, like a good little sheep, would bleat “B” in this situation because the rest did. Newsflash:

Everyone else was in on it. They were stooges in a ruse which had the intent of bamboozlement for the unknowing person they dragged in to their private stage of theatrical deception. Over twelve trials it was seen that a third went along with majority, despite what their eyes see. Seventy five percent conformed at least once and only a quarter, in total, never gave in and stuck to their guns as they called it how it is. In the control group where there was no fix in there was less than one percent who picked an incorrect length when left to decide for themselves without the compounded and sanctioned error bearing down on them to influence their perception.

This is reality shaping and its a silent weapon they use well in the quiet war against your consciousness that has been raging since who knows when but the web has ramped it up to full belt. Have you ever heard of the Dead Internet Theory? No? Well, in a nutshell, it goes like this:

Some time around Two Thousand and Sixteen the net, as we know it, underwent a shift that saw organic, human to human, interactions be lured into a bait and switch where people were interacting with bots and not even aware of it. What was the aim of this? Reality shaping, just like the experiment said aka “Who are you going to believe? Us or your lying eyes?“. Look around at the world and what so many people think and tell me if I should be wearing a tinfoil turban or if this concept actually has traction. Better yet lets take a glimpse from the other side of the lens. Hold on tight, Toto, we’re taking off from Kansas in a quest for illumination:

Lets pretend there is a shadowy group at the helm of all of this. A “They” or “Them” who were in full effect before pronoun wars were even a thing. This crew like to do what they do without you having a clue about the deal (Think: White coat man who asked you to step in to the web he’d been spinning) because the best modes of influence are the one where the mark Thunks its their own decision as they’ll never second guess their own head because they consider that voice that shrieks within another part of them. Hint: It isn’t. You are that which listens to it. Something far more subtle and powerful.

Now, lets say these peeps who liked to create imaginary lines in the sand to divide human beings into leagues that believe their own things and thus misattribute the “Them” who caused the problem to others with similar illusions at the helm (Remember: Voice in the head, covert programs and the fact each child is born in a state of hypnosis. Do the Knowledge on the rest and it will become obvious) and engage in conflict. That, in a nutshell, is the his story of humans and why my story (on a personal level) is a mystery that few ever comprehend as they are little more than living hostages to this process that they’ll defend till the death as they lack discernment. Now, lets pretend that these warring factions gain a way to bridge the gap via the advances of tech. Lets say three arch enemies that believe mostly the same thing but have been fighting for ages all stumble onto the web and find there are loads of common threads that link their religions, most baffling of which is this huge black brick thats shaped like a cube and sits, front and center, in all their holy texts. Can you imagine they then actually start communicating and start drawing radically different threads into an upgraded narrative that springs into their awareness as they get the fact that they’ve been tricked, hoodwinked and bamboozled, by something they don’t comprehend. If that did happen then everyone against anyone as the war thats coming wouldn’t even have a chance to manifest as all conflict is based on ignorance of the hidden hand and its influence. Its a Game of three halves, my friend…

Now, in order to prevent this the wizard says “Lets lure them in, get them hooked with the pitch that gets sweeter the longer they listen as they enjoy this new form of connection and then we can slot in people with our own agendas and intent to shape their perceptions in order to ensure the conflict keeps raging and we beget even more estrangement from the truth in the minds of those who buy in”. Have you ever heard of COINTELPRO? Its pretty much the same thing and was used, with great effect, against many organic social movements that sought the betterment of the downtrodden and impoverished. There was a fascinating text, that may or may not be authentic, that dealt with applying this mindset to digital spaces, back when:

https://web.archive.org/web/20120808053744/https://pastebin.com/irj4Fyd5

Take a read and see what you think because anyone like me who was around when the net was nothing but DOS text will attest that it became obvious there were agents in the mix of various discussions as we progressed and the tendrils of this tech wrapped around the planet. See, back then it was all about forums, before the advent of social media and things. These spots were like Cheers as everyone knew your name as you all congregated around a common topic or deal and then conversations would freewheel as everyone pitched in with their own perspective. Time and time again you’d see the same faces pop up and attempt to derail, obfuscate, bump up old threads and generally get in the way when anything of worth or substance was being examined. Case in point, in the lions den, someone came along and mentioned what actually goes on in the music business behind closed doors in order to get on and how manhood is for sale for those who wish to gain acclaim and sell their fables only do so after they were bent over the tables of record execs. Suddenly a huge load of rusty, dusty accounts with single digit posts came out of the woodwork and went to town on the thread before it eventually vanished and the man in question was banned from ever partaking again.

That was one of the most vivid examples but there have been countless other samples as a lot of us spotted it but also noted that the moderation teams had obviously been infiltrated as well as certain accounts that seemed to keep posting drivel without end in ways that were physically impossible for one person as well as spurious bans and various other shenanigans. I know that sounds a bit strange for those who may be wondering who on Earth has enough time and resources to monitor some obscure corner of the web but it did happen and, in many ways, seems like a trial data set for what kicked once Facebook and the rest happened. Except now they could use tech instead of employing real humans. Take this, for example:

Look at social media. Consider the echo chamber effect. The reassurance that springs from others saying the line you picked is correct and matches the length of the sample and how, the other side, have been handed a similar illusion but suggested another letter instead. The answer was always in front of your dish but thats why the truth is the easiest thing to see and hardest to comprehend because of the sheer amount of deception and the erroneous investment therein by the masses who never question that if what they thought actually worked then their lives would be different and not quite so miserable that they need conflict in order to vent the immense sense of dissatisfaction within.

This is how important it is to manage your perceptions because the team in question know fine well the illusions they sell need for you to accept, without introspecting, their ever increasingly ludicrous suggestions when your eyes can tell the Emperor is undressed. The Ace they have up their sleeve, however, is that most can never admit they’ve been had and they’ll choose to die on the lie instead hence the best place for an Opponent to hide is the very last place his Victim would seek his presence. In your head, to be accurate. This is a mindwar. Maybe that is the point of the Game on this stage and particular level. In that case 81% failed the test, 11% are convinced they’re winning as the sit under the wing of darkness and call it illumination as they’re unaware the same trick has been played on them and 8% have the potential to see the code of the Matrix for what it is and make better decisions with this information as they realize the primacy of consciousness and how the most important thing is to be Centered in Self because one who stands for nothing falls for everything ergo do the Knowledge and be willing to look within as these bots and things exist solely to make you think that the line is what they said and not what your own intelligence spots it is but is unwilling to go against the grain due to the process of conditioning the System poured into their heads and the web finished off and made seeking approval the way to get ahead.

Don’t forget to lie, commit and deny that a false world has been pulled over your eyes!

In many ways this isn’t new as there were forms of this way before the world became digital but the overwhelming potential for mass manipulation is a seductive mistress for those that wish to control as many minds as they can by influencing your decisions in ways you can’t even comprehend. Supermarkets are adepts at this and every app design or tech is tuned to keep you latched in and sucking on the teet of its presence because without your attention nothing happens. That is how powerful your consciousness is and its what everyone covets so why not pay some to your Self and see what happens when you do the Knowledge and look within because its akin to spotting the code of the Matrix falling and then you can choose how to decode versus being encoded and not knowing what happened as you run to the web for other people to tell you how to think and feel about something.

Till we meet again

What Won’t You Allow Your Self to Think?

So much I’ve seen behind the scenes since we last did speak ranging from a change in geography to mentality as things certainly aren’t what they may seem. What else do you expect when we’re caught within an illusion we call life on a planet where we continually mistake projections for things and miss the fact that consciousness is all there is. They say everyday miracles are swiftly rendered invisible by repetition and thus it would be quite accurate to say most of the race exists in a state of hypnosis. I can actually prove this but your starter for ten is why the Devilish language is laced with spells, rites and many things that can only be called cursive, in intent as well as application. I mean, have you ever looked around at this world and then questioned the intent of whatever intent sits at the helm and makes it like this? I do. Often. And at depth.

For many there are limits in their head which attest to what I’ve just said about this fragmented state of trance they’re within as they seamlessly switch roles and perspectives whilst accessing the limited resources each brings. Imagine you were stuck in a tower with a thin window that looked out upon the realm. Now lets pretend that the position of this slit does shift depending upon the intent of the one gazing and you may just click why you are one way with your friends, another with your kids and countless other variations. Have you ever stopped to question “What is constant in all this?”. If you did you may just stumble over a state I call the Witness. This is who you truly are. In and beyond the flesh. In all of your incarnations the Witness remains constant, much like a skeleton, but the flesh you drape on it via the story in your head does shift as well as the mode of dress and the rest.

My approach is one without limits. True intellectual and psycho-spiritual freedom. This is why I’ve said that fear is often a street sign on the way to emancipation and how the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. The main aim of the Game is realizing you’re playing it but for many this is a gift they’ll leave wrapped in the mysteries of the present and thus never examine until they’re exiting the stage. By then it will be too late. So, the question is what won’t you allow your Self to think? Its OK, you can admit it. Its just me and you at the moment. Well, me, you and that pesky voice in your head that you haven’t learned to discern yet. Lets speak on it.

You’ve heard me mention a clique that I term the Slave/Masters before, yes? There is a reason I call them this because whilst they lord over the rest they are serfs themselves who are constantly being led on a wild goose chase from one incarnation to the next by those who can’t escape the frame of the Game they created to sustain their awareness and use their agents in the flesh to set the tone of this Matrix by hoodwinking and bamboozling the rest. Knowing this is something they won’t allow themselves to think because its off limits to their Adulterated consciousness and once this clicks the nature of their presence makes a whole load of sense because there is another side to this, something I’ve only recently become aware of and previously never suspected. Its a Game of three halves, my friend and without them dressing the set who is to say what happens next if above and below aren’t synced via various adjustments in ways both public and private. We may explore this facet later but, for now, lets get back to your fragmented consciousness:

What won’t you allow your Self to think?

Why is that? What if god was the devil? What if we were already dead and this is hell? What if the people in charge of everything during this order of the ages give not one single solitary F about those they claim to represent and actually profit from the suffering they heap upon your head? All of these things and more I’ve been pondering for lifetimes in the Game because once you gain Knowledge of Self the old mid incarnation mindwipe isn’t quite so effective as you’re getting familiar with the Russian Doll of your energetics which says “Everything is backwards and then inverted”. Much like the Devilish language, in that respect. And yet, here we are, using it in order to convey a perspective obtained in expanded consciousness via the cult of the black cube that holds the whole world in its grip. Don’t you think its odd that the Abrahamic religions all, in a nutshell, are built around paying homage to the same symbol that spins on the axis of Saturn? I do. Stranger still is its became evident this whole thing didn’t spring out of nothing as there are clues, cues and some nudge, nudge, wink, wink too spread across the realm in various cultural legends that not all who walk in the flesh are actually human.

How does this wild tangent relate to the question? I’ll let you tell it because thats whats so amazing about intuition and imagination. They truly are your super powers and key to becoming free in this realm. Its why the System kills them quick via the concentration camps of forced indoctrination to which you’re sent that place mandated perspectives in your head to ensure the conveyor belt of Adulteration ticks along perfect. This is also the reason why you accept the sheerly ridiculous premise of money that someone prints out of nothing then sells at interest which ensures their gain as you chase the tale they placed inside your head by sprinting on the psychosocial treadmill. For long time readers and those who have met me in the flesh these are not new topics but for the huge influx of people tuning in to decode this transmission it may seem a tad shocking to realize they’re stuck in an illusion thats wrapped in confusion before being tied with a ribbon of confusion along with a tag that speaks inside their head with a voice that sounds just like them and says “This is where your thought ends”.

That wasn’t always the case though, was it? Eighties jits wanted to know why that old and ancient friend of your mothers mother had a mustache that seemed to make your fathers pale in comparison or why so and so smelled like wet cabbage and all kinds of things. Sure they were beaten or shushed out of you, real quick, but at least we weren’t medicated to within an inch of our sentience as our Limbic systems were hammered and tap danced upon by the same artful dodgers in robes that manifest via the latest form of tech. What if aliens already landed, back when, and they slowly but surely set about infiltrating the planet in ways designed to seem as innocuous as they are addictive and apparently well intentioned? What if artificial intelligence is actually an old demon and the whole point of the tale of the apple that was bit is a hint about the coming android generation where these non human energetics that use silicon to conduct their awareness as we use the carbon based flesh you’re currently wearing with the intent of creating a hybrid? What if this is the grand secret that is much like the Emperors state of undress in the respect that its not actually hidden but you’ve been trained to ignore whats in front of your vision?

“Siri = Iris ringing any bells yet about the grand intent?” said the serpent as it threads its way into your helix.

What kind of “god” would make a world like this that seems to be filled to the gills with suffering and wickedness where prophets are murdered in the name of profits (there’s those Devilish spells again) and what they present as socially sanctioned and correct is actually the problem the former came to warn you about, back when? What then? Can any religion or creed claim indeed as well as action to have not fell far short of the mark but to have regressed in immense parts as conflict was sparked in the hearts of those who were once whole and now at each others throats convinced the problem is “them” and not their relationship with Self.

Think about all the things you cannot say these days and how that seems to be increasing at an alarming rate as well as the fact that its obviously the net has been jacked compared to what it was even a few years ago. I mean, have you noticed that search engines these days are universally useless and only return the most whitewashed and trite non-information on any topic you could imagine? Anyone who used to kick the bobo, back when broadband first kicked in for this medium, remembers how there was a whole load more freedom and when it came to fringe topics and discussion there was way more to be found on the web in terms of content as people shared their voices and perspectives in ways that were as unique as they are fresh. All of that seems to be wrapped in a hefty chunk of noiZ these days as the mind control operation, par excellence, turns to a new page in the Game designed to create traumatically programmed Slaves without chains by influencing their brains. Don’t forget to like, comment and subscribe!

Back in the days there were quite a few football hooligans around the ends. Why? Because everyone was poor and violence combined with a passion for sports offered them a vent by kicking someones head in. I say that to say this:

During my years formative one of the ring leaders of this operation did lament to his friend that the filth had clocked his dish and taken a pic of him to add it to their book of faces which meant he was now known. Tagged, labelled and observed both on and off the pitch. I asked him for more details about this which he gladly furnished:

“See what it is, kid, is that the filth walk around with Polaroid cameras that are hidden. When the chance presents and they’re ready to move on a suspect they don’t try and nick you or anything. Oh no, they just take a pic, stick a hole punch on the white bit and bang it in with the rest using a bit of binding with those things you see on keyrings. Thats their “Book of Faces” and if you’re in it you’re pretty much F’d as you’re no longer invisible when it comes to handing out some digs on the terrace as they’ll turn up at your place of employment and start asking questions about where you got the bruised knuckles and the rest. Absolutely diabolical, it is”.

Back then it was just another day in the life of a bright eyed and bushy tailed jit that was surrounded by people who were as honest as their lives may seem questionable but the straight line in Tetris moment would kick a decade and change later when someone popped in and said “How many friends have you got?”, much to my amusement. I replied “I don’t know, I haven’t lined them up to count yet” before he went on to detail this new thing called Facebook on the web and how its a huge popularity contest. I’d tuned out, real quick, because my mind span back to what that ex hooligan now full time criminal had said, back when:

“Thats their “Book of Faces” and if you’re in it you’re pretty much F’d as you’re no longer invisible”.

Exactly the same thing yet expressed via a different medium. I decided to delve in and, much to my amusement, I found the fingerprints of the Feds via their front office of In-Q-Tel which all made perfect sense because the net was – from its inception to the current moment – a military thing. This info, once upon a when, was quite simple to find with a few clicks but now has been expunged from the official record you’d find on the web. Stranger still is this hazy (yet tax payer funded) investment angel has brushed its gossamer wings (without leaving a print) over everything you currently take for granted ranging from touchscreens to geo mapping as well as bits that sound straight out of science fic:

Pretty sure nobody, ever, would use such thing for nefarious purposes, yes?

What won’t you allow your Self to think? As you may be able to tell there are no limits in my head because I needed to learn how to transcend them in order to reverse engineer the programming that went on during the events leading up to my near death experience that I detailed elsewhen which is what got me to this moment. And for all of that I’m thankful even if the more answers I find the more questions they bring as the net result of this process is in an increase in the resolution of my awareness as well as a galvanizing of my intent to transcend because anything else is mental bondage but for those, the 81%, caught up in the Valley of the Plebs where they are well adjusted to sanctioned social sickness these things may sound preposterous. But not for you, my friend. If they were you would not be reading nor would you have spent some time drawing your own conclusions or looking at the official narrative and saying “What the F? You mean to tell me that at the site of a huge terrorist event that changed everything a magical passport that was found in the wreckage managed to survive all the rest and was fortuitously handed in by a good Samaritan that was then gone with the wind after providing this handy dandy proof positive of who did it?”.

What won’t you allow your Self to think?

MJ said they don’t really care about us and they killed him and got away with it. Did you know there were many previous attempts and the best yet was they had him penciled in for a meeting on Nine Eleven way up in the towers that were hit? Pull a few loose strings and the Emperors nakedness reveals itself and thus I’m a major threat as I remind you of the things you were made to forget as you clear the noiZ and feelsee the Psylense again.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again