Took so many losses and still turned a profit. The prophecies I’m preaching are spoken to those caught in gloss of this Game which takes the sane and forces them to see through frames that exist only in their brains because those of us who hear the Psylense already know what time it is. Unfinite awareness. No second chances. Step into the realm where the true devil dances, strapped with five thieves who your mind fully captured. Look at the strings which suspend and bend your will to their whim and tell me did my mind flip when they tried for the fifth time to bring an end to my action. Got to hand it to them, they’re persistently inefficient when it comes to creating gaps in the modes of my coherence but whats done is nothing and whats coming? Watch this:
There are so many of them with unlimited resources. Eight billions playas they can call upon who won’t question their task which pours into their awareness – as smooth as silk dipped in poison – because the more they believe it the less they feel then its higher doses from now till the end because if someone comes along and makes them question their sentience its not a case of thanking him for attempting to spring the locks of their Mind Made Prison. No, instead its “Kill him”. Such is the nature of Stockholm Syndrome and it matters not if you think its living free when you’re truly a hostage in this realm where you drown in ignorance whilst truth is the tide that lifts all ships and its only once you’ve been out can you sense the difference with being caught up in the BS.
Take it how you want it, the facts are they stand are:
You are a prisoner of your ignorance.Everything that can has been turned into a weapon. The concepts you were given were designed with the intent to divide you further from your Self and then label that pristine position as a hell you’ll never visit due to the errors installed by miseducation. Many would rather die than admit this because they like to think they’re too smart to have been sucked in even though its Self evident something is very wrong with all this realm at a fundamental level. Its why religion divides and brings a slow death when it promises unity, liberation and a glimpse beyond this realm. Same thing with the net which professed to connect but instead turned people into actors portraying caricatures of themselves to others just as inauthentically dressed. Like beggars with bowls of solid gold they’ve been trained not to see what they already possess as its far more profitable to chase after what their Master says because to question means to see the holes in narrative through which one can slip because the only way to gain the sense of the present moment is via resonance to the connection which extends and permeates this realm and whose Knowledge is a threat to those who lust and covet to seat themselves at the helm of the divine chariot know as your unfinite awareness.
Stop and think for a moment:
If mind is everything and that term itself doesn’t end at your head but extends without limit to wherever you can imagine, in an instant, then logically it all flows from within. Where is the last place people would think to look for the truth in a world full of lies designed to deceive the senses which convey a corrupted message so ones natural incandescence dims as they’re indoctrinated in the ways of thinking that killed their parents spirits like those before them? Bing! You got it. Are hells bells ringing inside your consciousness or are you numb and Adulterated that it makes little sense beyond some text on a screen? Am I pointing at the moon or giving you the finger? Question your perspectives. Dare to think different.
Whilst bitter to the lips its essence is sweet when digested hence let the dead bury those like them as they never questioned what the System concocted and poured into their awareness whilst those who picked at the narrative and saw it for what it is were either co-opted or corrupted by a pernicious influence. If they refused to bend and kiss the ring then they were most certainly killed. Don’t worry about the investigation because cops and robbers are on the same team making those secret deals and oaths that the true nature of “Protect and Serve” reveals. Hint, it ain’t you and me. This much should be easy to see.
But the problem with the tyranny of evil men is that its so seductive to want to try and blend, even ascend, in their paradigm and they welcome this because the further you’re away from your Center (where Self exists, solely in the present moment liked a golden circle) the better it is for them. Man, its such an ugly trick that is so old you could say its ancient. Thing is its so obvious that people fall for it because they somehow think they’re different and it won’t fool them. Well guess what? It has.
If someone were controlling your mind, shifting your awareness and edited what you thought was present how would you spot this? How could you even tell? Only by Centering, my friend. Then its evident that true life is about fighting to the death with the Opponent within because like I said at the head of this missive:
Its all taking place inside your sentience, the presence that has no beginning or end. Just is. Getting back to this and suddenly all the rest seems obvious as you slide into its familiar newness via the state I term Inner Sense. Its what we’re all craving, what everyone is secretly seeking and what everything from the System promises but delivers yet more Adulteration.
Maybe I’m wrong. I truly have pondered this as there are no limits to my thinking as I possess feathers, not anvils that say “This is how it is” and will brook no further examination. Can you make such a statement? Haven’t you ever wondered why there are things you won’t even allow your Self to think? It speaks volumes, doesn’t it? If you were invested in a lie, an elegant trick foisted by the smoothest of criminals, would you rather comprehend the true nature of deception whilst living or keep on placing bets when the fix is obviously in? I mean, ask your Self this:
If what you thought in your head truly worked and was for the best then your life would be perfect, wouldn’t it? By extension the world would also resonate in the same pitch and, in that realm of potential awaiting actualization, children would keep the glow the step in with until they made their exit and life would be filled with a greater sense of vim instead of so many adherents going through the motions with no emotion as the eke out a masked existence in which they are near total strangers to Self. In that respect the you you think you are is actually equivalent to a callous that formed over the sensitive realms within as life did its thing of near constant brutalization. Usually at the hands of those who bought you in because the wounded womb hurts the seeds it births as the patriarch insures you inherit the same ignorance that made him miserable.
And yet, like the Emperor undressed, nobody seems to question this. Well, I do and have been doing so. For lifetimes. At this moment I feel I’m far closer to an accurate sketch of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits and have been steadily recoding my internal OS since my run in, back when, with the agents of the Matrix I termed Slave/Masters as they, apparently, profit immensely from the social sickness to which many are well adjusted and, worse still, dare not question as they seek fruitless solutions and live under the whims of a voice in their head they think is them. The true schizophrenic senses this which is why he says “Something I don’t comprehend is putting thoughts in my head” to which society responds with a depot injection in their rear end and isolation from the rest. Strange, isn’t it? We preach the scientific method and yet there isn’t a yelp from the pulpit when one hundred percent of a given sample all say the same thing from time immemorial up to the present moment. Stranger still is how the various mystics have all said the same thing but they swim with ease in the waters which drown the others labeled with this malady as the rest float around on little ships of isolation and think “Lifes a beach” because the golden sands are far distant and they dare not examine how the hell they ended up like this.
Maybe thats the way the Game is supposed to be played. A docile and miserable planet where billions of Souls kneel at the feet of midgets as they sweat for their daily bread. After all, the ways of the daze are very successful in turning a human that was being into one thats doing instead. Thats Adulteration, my friend. A hallmark of the fragmented that currently dwell within the Mind Made Prison and can think of nothing else than how best to decorate it as they stunt on the rest that are as broken and broken as them. Me? I reject their suggestions, turn my awareness within, examine my assumptions and learned to discern my elbow from my rear end by maintaining a state of mind that is open and flexible. Just like yours, back when, when you stepped in. Inner Sense. Your true inheritance and the only sane option in this floating insane asylum that seems hell bent and heaven sent to create vast swathes of misery and tension for the Souls who step in and accept the programming that was poured into their heads whilst they were in a state of hypnosis.
Thats how powerful the mind is. That is your true strength and its hidden behind that which you dread, fear and currently dare not examine. Those who do will either flip their lids or find a life truly worth living as the amazing thing about the gift of the present is it only works when you unwrap it and step back into the golden circle by freeing your Self of the red and blue shift, so geometric, they placed on either end and told you to spin on it as you run, that way and this, from one lifetime to the next without a clue of whats truly happening in this Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits.
Am I singing to the deaf whilst breaking out fresh steps for the visually challenged or could I be onto something that may be, just maybe, the message you’ve been awaiting for generations because what do we all crave bar emancipation? The first key to the lock is realizing the state of play as it is. Only then can you do something. The second involves introspection as you challenge your assumptions because how can you be the thoughts when you’re obviously that which is thinking?Same with the voice in your head that directs your actions and tricks you into accepting its suggestions as commandments as it becomes Self evident, as you progress along the Path of Power via doing the Knowledge, that you are the nameless and formless constant that listens that manifested in this incarnation as the Soul who is reading these words from the screen that are aimed directly at your chest where your true potential lies in a state of arrested development due to the life you’ve lived up until this moment.
Ignorance is expensive and its the current coin of the realm. Wouldn’t you prefer to spend something else that you press and mint within and the more of it you give the more you get in exchange? Thats how a Warrior chooses to the play the Game because your original state and wavelength is one of singing and dancing, not walking and talking. Once this clicks the rest becomes obvious and my life is living testament to all I’ve said because I’m neither preaching nor teaching but being instead hence if you want to make the world a better place then take a glimpse within to uncover your true potential thats currently hidden beneath layers and layers of conditioning. Its a Princess and pea type of thing but flipped and inverted as your greatest strengths they placed behind immense fears which I think is the true aim of the Game hence Know thy Self.
One of the things that those indoctrinated into the Slave mindset find so strange upon meeting is when I say “Your thoughts are your greatest limits“. The conversation went a little something like this:
“I don’t fix anything. You do. I simply guide you to look from another viewpoint at the same thing. Consider this, what is the difference between some trashy pulp fiction and Shakespeare?“.
“Erm, the topics? What he’s talking about? Or… Is it just because some people say Shakespeare is special because it was written back when? I don’t know, I’ve never read it”.
“Maybe, maybe. But for this experiment try and keep it simple. Break it down to its base elements, the key components. What are they?”.
“I don’t know. I don’t really care either. What does this have to do with my situation?”. Lets take a break for a moment and reflect on what just happened:
A Slaves mindset is what I call a Click-Whirr process. They don’t think any more.They Thunk instead which involves rearranging the same chunks they have in their heads into predictable outcomes. This is akin to going to the market and buying some mince, onions, chillies, herbs and spices then taking it home, throwing it in a pot to cook and then being outraged that you don’t find a bowl of rice pudding staring you in the face. They say the insane do the same things, again and again, whilst expecting different outcomes. Thats Thunking, in full effect. Back to the conversation:
“Everything. And nothing”. Seeing as I was pressed for time at the moment I offered him the solution instead in the hopes it would help rearrange his awareness. “Its the order of the words. Thats it. They’re both drawing upon components from the same language and yet what they convey is vastly different”.
“OK, so thats like buying mince and expecting rice pudding, isn’t it?”.
“Yes”.
“What is the only thing you can control in this world and is truly the only thing you possess?“.
“My destiny?”.
“No, not even close to it. You saying that is like a baby who can’t even crawl yet talking about how they intend to start flying. Take it back to the basics”.
“Man, what the F? Can you just cut the riddles and say “Do this and this and things will change” or not?”.
“I already did. Your thoughts are your greatest limits. I’ve literally given you the answer to this question as well as the solution to your initial problem. They’re one and the same thing. The trick is for you to see that, in the moment, and apply it. Think about going to the market again. Instead of mindlessly picking up the ingredients for a mean mince why not take two steps back and change the list with which you go shopping? Then when you’re in that environment make sure you’re fully present (which is the opposite of Click-Whirr Thunking) and make better decisions that are in tune with the outcome you wish to manifest”.
“OK, OK. That makes sense but how the hell do I do it then?”.
“Look, you said your wife constantly complains about little things, yes?”. He nodded his head. “Thats the mince, or the beef if you trace it back to its origin. Shift that variable and the other pieces can and will move to accommodate your new resonance. This is the way you turn pulp to prose”. The look in his eyes was as blank as a canvas upon which nothing is printed. Some would look at this as a source of confusion and others take the same state as an invitation to create something new and unique. The simple fact about Adulterated consciousness is that its reactive so everything happens in response to an external stimulus and that causes a great amount of tension within as the next chunk of Thunk that blips into their heads is “She is the problem”. I continued:
“Take the top three causes of arguments and remove your contribution in the preemptive sense. If she’s complaining you didn’t take out the trash then make that your number one priority if you promised you would as thats the bit of the domestic environment you handle. If she doesn’t like the fact you dump your sports kit in the hallway and it stinks just throw it in the washing machine instead. Thats the basic formula. Apply it and see what happens because, based on what you’ve said, its small things that are repetitive that get on her tits and cause a near constant state of conflict that makes both of you miserable”.
“I’ve tried. I’ve tried. She just continually keeps pushing the limits and if it ain’t this then its that and if thats cool then its something else. I lxve her to death but man, she can really be a bish and I can’t take any more of this”.
“Have you considered a divorce or separation?”. His eyes opened wide as he said:
“What? Thats a bit extreme, isn’t it? A bit of the old hammer time to crack an egg? How’s that a solution?”.
“Well, if you’re truly miserable and have had enough of the irritation its the best solution, isn’t it? Once again that is you being proactive because if you play that card from the deck it should firmly impress into her dome the true cost of this constant butting heads. The simple fact of the matter is this:
Most people in relationships are miserable because of the little things but, nine out of ten times, they’re actually cover stories for deeper problems that neither have addressed as their communication is a mess. Change the way you relate to your own states and she will have to shift in accommodation or keep doing what you did and stir that pot of mince. The irony being is there are plenty of folks who’d really like that dish as they want to eat it but your problem is your internal operating system is too rigid and working on incorrect parameters. If I had to guess I’d say there are remarkable parallels between the example set by your mother and father, back when. Trace those roots back to their inception and check if they’re working. You’d be surprised at how an open and frank conversation can flip the script but even if you only do this with your Self you can generate some room for movement because the alternative is you keep on cooking a dish that no one wants to eat so they force feed it to their mate instead. This is your main cause of chagrin ergo your thoughts are your greatest limits”.
“I see”.
The wheels had started turning but clocking the mechanistic Thunking demon that pulls the strings from a distance is one thing and applying it in the moment is something else entirely. Its why I’ve said before that the Warrior takes these hot coals that are burning and thrown at them and grabs them with their hand and turns them to diamonds. Every interaction is a gift because it reveals more and more about your inner realm ergo if you defuse the old Patterns that cause your habituated existence then you automatically create a potential for liberation which is akin to taking that shopping list and scribbling out mince and adding rice instead. What happens next? Even if the rest of the process is identical you’ll both grin because instead of some finely chopped beef you’ll be sharing a pilau instead and that represents progress. Go back, do it again. Only this time you scribble out chillies and spices for sugar and cinnamon instead. Now you have sweet rice. Incremental Betterment in full effect. By the time you take your next trip you’ll pick up some milk and this brings the all together delicious rice pudding you were craving.
“Change the components and the outcome shifts so instead of her exploding over what you did you defuse that bomb before its lit and the next step disassembles what you’ve been creating via your thought process due to living a life unexamined and this creates far greater variables that have their own implications as they generate a greater state of freedom. Haven’t you ever pondered why “React” and “Create” contain the same components but the order (and thus the outcome) is different?“. He stopped to think for a moment then grinned:
“Shakespeare and pulp fiction. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it, I get it now. Thanks, man. Thats pretty amazing. I’m going to try it and will let you know what happens next”.
The most amusing thing about this interaction is I literally gave him the blueprint to total freedom but, due to his indoctrination and the near total lack of intuition this brings (thanks to the System), I’d be willing to bet he renders it into a Thunk process that is used once (and once only) to fix this problem whilst not even thinking to apply it to other aspects of his existence. Sadly this way of living is the standard mode of operation for 81% of the planet who don’t grok that the only constant in every single interaction or situation is them. More specifically their modes of thinking and general vibration and resonance because there is a very good reason why one finger that points at external problems actually hides three that are there to direct your consciousness at the only solution.
Here endeth the lesson that shares one of lifes greatest secrets in a way that pretty much anyone can comprehend because the truth about reality is its very, very simple once you get that you are the point of origin of everything and thus the first, last and only freedom is that inside your head. Of course this state (which is the natural way to play for the Warriors of this realm that make up 8% of the population) is not taught on any officially sanctioned syllabus because they’re designed to instill a near total ignorance of the finer points of embodiment and the way to empowered living because this is what keeps the market filled with people buying things that just create more problems and not what they’re truly seeking. In that respect the Path of Power is akin to a recalibration hence once who is Centered in Self realizes “I am responsible for everything” and when the buck stops where it started you can skim it in another direction instead of being caught up in the back and forth of constant conflict that is as predictable as it is irritating. Thats the hallmark of an Adulterated awareness that is etched with the blueprint of Thunking.
Remember, 81% of the planet are under this spell and the world as it stands is testament to the problem for which I’ve just handed you the solution because, with a little intuition, you can apply this to absolutely any situation you wish in order to create a transformation. Thats how powerful your mind is but many people don’t get that this muscle must be exercised and developed as its bare minimum option (via the Click-Whirr process) rarely delivers what was promised but, ironically, does just this because its all a tip as the Game wants you to win and drops many cryptic hints about the true nature of this realm we’re currently within as we wear a suit made of flesh and stroll around a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball via a rhythmic Patterns of oscillation around the zero point thats constant.
That, in and of itself, is simply the same as what I said but applied to a higher octave because the true nature of reality is a fractal ergo everything is interlinked, time is an illusion and nothing which lives can ever meet death because all it can do is shift to another point of resonance therefore one must be willing to kill who they aren’t to find out what they truly are, in and beyond this realm, but that is a more advanced teaching for those who’ve already started making the Path by walking.
If you want to be happy, stop watching the news. There it is. Simple, ain’t it? It’s all low frequency fear mongering, narrative building and compassion rinsing crap so being obsessed with it is symptomatic of being trapped in the Game. Ask yourself, why would you, voluntarily, day after day bombard your awareness with hurt, fear, pain and tragedy so repeatedly? What does that say about your inner state? Misery lxving company ring familiar at any stage?
“But, but, but if I don’t watch how will I know when to be afraid?” says the Slave as he sleepwalks through his day to day drudgery. For him the pay off is this – “Well, at least somebody is getting an even shorter end of the stick” along with “Won’t somebody think of (insert whatever he’s been told must be protected)” and it gives them something to talk about at the office. Take all that away and the anxiety that would well up inside is immense. The way it stands he can project his bad feelings within onto the events he Witnessed and thus manufactures proof as he lies to himself as he further distances from his Kingdom which now runs with the influence of the Medes at the helm instead. Nature abhors a vacuum, yes?
If, for an experiment, he were to unplug entirely from all forms of news – both primary and secondary – for a specified time, lets say week in Slavespeak, then he’d notice a heady mix of anxiety, rage and misery that would surface frequently and he’d vent randomly. Gone would be the Nice Guy demeanor and safe predictability as the previously repressed and angry Billy Bad Ass is a totally different kind of beast. There are reasons plenty for this Tricknology and what you’ve just seen is only the tip of it all really as you’re up against something that knows you outside and in and then fabricates a narrative most will accept without questioning as it caters to their whims. Go back and read what I said again and then see how it applies to yourself, better yet disconnect for an extended time period, let none of your friends speak of it in your presence and take not even a sneaky glimpse.
Watch it all unfold as I said because then the emotions you suppressed will come roaring to the surface and have to be dealt with as they can no longer be projected onto external events and circumstances. Your ignorance is a weapon and its best used against Self by making you think you’re self instead, a simple yet elegant trick that is at the root of mans division within as I expounded in a previous missive. Slaves by definition are weak and powerless yet when they grip that remote and drink another tin from the fridge they can imitate, for a moment, the sensations of a King as they feel so powerful. “I decide what goes in this realm”. Click, click, click. Sip, sip, sip. Into another binge watch session then its back into dressing in collars and cuffs again and pledging obeisance to the System as they try to fit and its the anxiety from this, the life unexamined and thus not lived, that needs the vent the news presents as well as generating a topic of conversation because they can only express what was poured in. Very little in the way of creative intellect on that end of the spectrum. Don’t believe? Notice the difference between career salarymen and starving artists and it will become Self evident.
The first rule of the trick is realizing when you’re being pimped and then flipping it to ensure the power shifts from outwardly aligned to inwardly defined and that is the difference between a Warrior and Slave in this realm. Take your pick, choose your poison. One is sweet on the outside that hides the bitterness within which you’re forced to digest whereas the other makes your eyes spin the moment you taste it and yet once absorbed a golden nectar flows within.
Lets pretend that a sizable portion of the world took up this challenge. Do you know what would happen next? The System would legislate and mandate that one must watch a certain amount of news per day in order to keep up the charade. Much like the same way they enforce children (so full of life and animated) to sit still, look ahead and regurgitate what they said on the test for a decade and a half in order to alter their resonance. One part builds on the next hence you’re in an altered state of consciousness and the only way to break free of the strings that influence your meat puppet, that way and this, is to voluntarily disconnect from their pernicious influence. Granted, for many people the very concept seems like a fate worse than death as they need, so badly, to be tuned in and told what to think and when as they’ve, long ago, surrendered their creative aspect to the whims of a System that gives not one solitary F about them. Others are more familiar with the state as they intuitively realized the state of the Game and chose to walk a different way. Granted, it may not be as extreme as I’ve suggested but I have met people who, of their own volition, will not consume any form of content they feel is low rent as it presence affects their consciousness and further introspection.
Three of us were sitting, elsewhen, speaking on the topic. The one I mentioned was quite Zen, there was another who was totally plugged in, very successful but also becoming aware his life wasn’t sustainable at the pace he was racing and wanted to do something about it before it became a problem that he couldn’t handle. And then there was me who liked playing with the variables to see what happened next and has no certificates or accreditation from a lineage that told him how to think or conditioned him into living a certain way with various schemes and methods of leverage to which 81% of the globe are adjusted so well that to question it is madness. The conversation went a little something like this:
“Imagine the mind is like this pool we’re seeing. Its clean, calm and serene. Now lets pretend each spot of media influence is akin to one of these rocks I throw in”. We watch the disturbance as the rings spin out from their point of connection. The process doesn’t relent as the external stimulus is repeated. “After a while the pool has no clue or cue about equilibrium. It thinks the chaos is all there is and, in that respect, it will crave it because it can’t imagine life without it. What it doesn’t click is that its now carrying around loads of emotional baggage in respect to those boulders that are now clogging up the seabed. Everything does something and like attracts like so they want more to be slung in. Now this chap” I say pointing at the one running the meditation retreat, back when “Decided to dive in and start pulling out the rocks because he didn’t like who he’d became. After a while that state itself became addictive and thus he now sits at quite an extreme end of the scale as his food is served plain, without garnish, the only music his ears hear is devotional and he’s quite allergic to tech and modern conveniences. Its worth trying” I said to the one who was on the brink of awakening to the nature of the System that held his mind in its fist “But to me it reeks of imbalance so I prefer other options. Like this”.
I pulled some smooth pebbles from my pocket and skimmed them across the surface.
“Notice how much fun this is? How the body of water partakes in the stimulation that then ceases so it can return to equilibrium? The main benefit is modulation with no excess baggage thrown in but the best part is the media choices I make (or any other forms of resonance) offer me immense hints about my own makeup as well and that means I can then delve down, way down, into my subconscious which is another current entirely beyond the sea bed. In the process I bring up a couple of those old rocks as well and that is how I tread upon the Path of Power that you create by walking because, to my mind at least, this guys rigidity speaks of a lack of freedom within that screams “I must resist the temptation” by being so austere and extreme that most would think his ways, in this modern age, are entirely unsustainable. And they are. Thats why he needs to run these types of retreats and offer corporate consultations because no matter what he says bills are in effect so whilst he prefers to create an artificial environment my approach is more about the real world and its day to day using ways to navigate the treachery and become freer and freer the same way you were enslaved. Degree by degree.
That means I can still enjoy myself, have a drink, get buck and whatever else but its done with full awareness. In that respect its akin to taking a favorite motion of the string that moves the puppet and doing it of your own volition as you already know the steps but the new method is different. That causes a shift of power and this builds a feedback loop that craves freedom because, the way I see it, life will keep attempting to throw in these chunks of disturbance but if you voluntarily skim pebbles instead that cosmic balance is created and thus you’re working within the level without being against it and its far more pleasurable and nowhere near as rigid as this old style thinking that was inked with a pen back when the world was entirely different. Not to diss it” I said, motioning at the monk “But it doesn’t work for me which is why, I suspect, he invited me here to speak because I’ve guided countless people of the pavement to get familiar with their inner realms in ways that are far more doable and rewarding than sitting cross legged on a cushion trying to think about nothing. There is simply too much chaotic resonance in this realm at the current moment for that to happen. Especially for a man thats working, drinking and joking with the team to let off some steam and the rest we expect as standard equipment for the business of living”.
The businessman said “Well, what do you suggest because I agree with a lot of what the both of you said and want to bring this type of thing to my office so we can change the environment as its quite draining and I no longer like it so am seeking alternatives”.
“Simple, first thing is stop watching the news. Totally. That means no more papers or tuning in your set. Leave it alone entirely. Concentrate on the world you command, the one of your day to day. Start paying attention to the feelings and agitation that kicks in when you remove the stimulus and think of this pool and the rocks of media influence that make you crave another hit. After you get used to this I’d be willing to bet others will notice you are far more equanimous and they will ask what you did. Tell them. Some will listen and implement, most couldn’t care less as they don’t get it and, worse still, are scared of looking beneath the surface. After this, when you have gained a new state of equilibrium, you can start quietly walking away from people and situations that aren’t of your resonance. If you’re standing at the water cooler and talking about how well the day went and someone brings up the old “Have you heard what happened in that raging conflict where hundreds of people were killed?” you simply excuse yourself and move onto other things. After a while they’ll get the hint. Me, my Self, I used to have a sign on my desk that said “My ears hear good news only” and when people started attempting to pitch these mass media rocks into the pristine pool of my awareness I’d stop them with a grin as I pointed at it. If they persisted they were ejected. They soon got the message.
In between all of this I was still free to excavate and skim my own pebbles as well because I knew fine well that Incremental Betterment was in full effect and each day I was becoming a better version of my Self in a way that felt entirely natural and, best of all, was sustainable. Give that a spin for around three to ten months and then sign up for this retreat again and I’m sure you’ll find it much more actionable in your corporate an personal realms because this is akin to a bridge between the world in which his texts were written and the one you’re currently living in. Like the Path of Power you build it with each step, each decision, each influence from the outer you allow to come in. Net result is you generate far more internal freedom and with that a commensurate increase in wellness.
The trick is to become more discerning and realize everything is an option. A suggestion, if you will. The longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch but that approach hides the bitterness within which sinks like the rocks to your depths and from there they exert their own influence. This is what you spotted. What I said is your starter for ten on how to make a difference”.
The man, as expected, had various questions and potential problems he spotted in the approach which are not really relevant to this topic but it illustrates well the nature of Adulteration that wishes not to relent its grip on the minds of those its invaded because the alternative means draining its life and resources to generate a greater state of freedom to think different and change the script to a life you wish to live that is far more resonant with actualizing your truest potential in the world as it is. The monk, on the flip, was with it and implemented all of what I said and built upon it to totally change his pitch and way of dealing with the masses on the corporate tip. So much so that the ends that weren’t meeting were now looping around on themselves so much that he could offer free community outreach to the poor and neglected so the meeting truly was a win/win/win. The businessman, after a year or three, created the vibes he was seeking for himself and his employees and all of this was back when before corporate culture was a buzzword and the ubiquity of the net.
That last point proves exactly what I said about needing to be in the moment because if I were to hand the same script out again without taking into account all the shifts that have happened the results would not be as effective ergo the place you start to build the bridge may shift but the destination is always identical:
Its simply a suggestion. One you are free to reject or accept hence doing the Knowledge leads one to tending the garden and thus the pool of consciousness that truly is them is cleaned of the accumulated filth and bad habits but yet they are still free to skim some shiny pebbles across the surface, now and then, in order to let off some steam and enjoy the whole “Walking around in a body on a planet” deal whilst those who live on plain rice and steamed veg as they sit cross legged and spend their time thinking about nothing can also do this without the worry in the back of their head of how to keep the bills paid whilst living out their dharma as well. The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Modern problems call for solutions which we create in the present day. Upgrade your paradigm by recoding your internal OS and watch the miracles happen because the funniest thing about the Game is it plays out inside your awareness ergo its a question of resonance so I’ll say, once again, watching the news is bad for your health.
“The worlds greatest funfair?” you say as you look at the ticket that somehow appeared in your hand. “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“.
“Well, thats seems cryptic” you say out loud as you ponder the predicament. Looking around at your life with its predictable safety and routine boredom you decide “What they hey!” and decide to sign up for the thrills. “It’ll be a nice vacation” you think as you hear a knocking at the door at the same instant. “Hi, we are here to collect you for your trip to the worlds greatest funfair. Are you ready for the ride of your life?” says the tour guide slash chauffeur slash assistant. “Huh? I only thought it…” you say out loud wondering how they got here so quick. “I haven’t even began packing” you protest. Cheerily and with a grin your guide replies “No need for such things, this is a fully catered package deal and you require will be supplied to make the most of this experience. This is your last chance to state whether you wish to sign up for the ride of your life or decline as I came to collect. Either that ticket leaves with me or you hop in and see what happens when you arrive at the destination” he says with his eyes twinkling.
You think for a moment. This all seems really weird. You can’t remember how you got the ticket. Its text seems so cryptic and then this strange looking guy just pops up, out of nowhere and asks you to come with him? You look around at your home, your life, your friends, family and the rest as a sigh escapes your lips. Its nice but predictable, too safe in a sense. Whatever this is it promises the excitement that you didn’t click was missing until that ticket appeared in your hand. “How did it get there?” you think as your guide quietly coughs to get your attention:
“Ahem! You’ll have to make a decision otherwise I’ll pick someone else after you return my ticket. Hate to rush but I’m on a schedule this evening” he says smoothly in a way you find quite hard to resist. Throwing caution to the wind you issue an emphatic “Lets do it!” and head out to the immense and wonderfully equipped limousine that whisks you off to your destination. Getting in you notice its stocked to the gills with food, drinks, entertainment and anything else you could wish. Picking up a beverage and examining the label you notice it says “Whatever You Wish”. Grabbing another and another you spot the Pattern and ask the chauffeur what the meaning of this is. He replies by pressing a button and a screen folds down from the roof as you hear a cheery jingle pump through the sound system:
“So you decided to step into the realm that houses the single greatest experience a Soul can manifest? From now until the end of this imperience it would be helpful to recollect that you are in charge of the whole thing. We have tailored the ride perfectly to bring to the surface that which dwells within. You will see your fears manifest, up close and personal, as well as what you desire just beyond the reach of your fingertips. From crushing disappointments that contrast with stunning achievements you are about to step in to a dimension that defines itself entirely in polarity as it all plays out primarily in your imagination. Don’t believe me? Try it for yourself. Set your intent upon whatever you wish that drink to taste like then twist the lid and take a sip”. The video pauses almost like its interactive and waiting. Picking up the bottle you think of the taste of your favorite drink with a twist and are surprised to notice it replicates the entire experience. Even the texture and temperature are identical.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” the video interjects as you sit there sipping with wide eyes, taking all this in. “How did you do this?” you ask the screen and take it in your stride when the replied issue is “I didn’t. You did. Remember, from now until the time the ride of your life ends its all powered by your imagination. It all is whatever you decide it is and the previous steps will define what comes next as its all build on consciousness, emotion and what you wish for within”. “So…. if I open this next bottle and imagine it tastes like say a banana cognac then it will?” you wonder out loud, to the air. “Don’t ask me, try it yourself” comes the reply as you pick up an identical bottle and twist the lid after setting your intent. “Ugh, disgusting!” you say after taking a swig. “But interesting, yes? There is an important lesson in this in that you’ll get exactly what you ask for, even if it manifests in ways unexpected. We threw that in just to keep it interesting as what good is a rollercoaster without twists and turns? In ours the track is invisible so it can feel like you’re flying or being catapulted into nothingness as you fall into the depths of the abyss only to find yourself placed in lanes as other adventurers do their thing” he says. “You mean there are more people?” you ask the screen like you’re talking to an old friend. “Of course, by yourself it would get boring and this adds in random influences and variables because everyone is creating their own ride at the same moment so it generates the kind of outcomes that are quite unpredictable which keeps it so interesting for those of us who like to watch this park of great amusement to which you’re headed this very moment”.
“That sounds ominous” you think “Yet also intriguing” as you wonder what you really signed up as the excitement is creeping through your system as you get used to this style of thinking. “Wait a minute, do that mean I can change my appearance as well? Is that why you said I don’t need to pack anything?”. “My, you catch on quick, most people are headed for the exit before they get this and you haven’t even arrived yet and are already asking the billion dollar questions. Bravo! I can see why you were picked” says the man with teeth that glinting and ever so slightly pointed. Before you can ask anything else the car stops, door opens and you decide you want to take the ride as someone else and imagine the exact opposite of your current embodiment, just to see what happens.
As you leap from the vehicle you feel a growing sense of excitement but then find yourself tumbling as you hit the deck. “What the heck?” you think as you look around at this strange new flesh that surrounds your awareness. “You! Driver! What is the meaning of this. Tell me right now. This instant!” you bellow looking up at the giant with the crazy eyes and oddly translucent skin you’re just noticing. He laughs and picks you up with a sense of effortlessness combined with amusement as he points out you’re speaking gibberish as you pass by a hall of mirrors and you are stunned to notice you are a baby. “What the hell is happening?” you yell, whilst outside in this realm where the funfair dwells there is nothing but nonsense and dribbling as your awareness isn’t accustomed to this new shell its wearing. Calming yourself and remembering its just a ride you look around notice so many other drivers also carrying kids and how some of them are just rolling with it and happy as proverbial pigs in excrement whilst others are yelping in anguish. Either way the strange people but not quite who may or may not be drivers are strangely indifferent. Like they’ve got a job to do and are handling it with the bare minimal effort. A sharp contrast from the easy charisma and seductive presence you remember. You remember. Now where did you remember what you can’t forget to recollect at this moment? What could it be? You’re pondering as you are slotted into your own little carriage seat on a huge rollercoaster that is snaking off into the distance.
“Wait, wait!” you scream “I’m not ready for this, I’ve got loads of questions. Hey you, get back here this instant!” you yell at the receding one who got you into this. Before you can think the ride starts moving with a sense of smoothness and gliding as it floats from side to side in an undulating motion that eases your agitation and suddenly you find yourself grinning taking it all in. There is an immense light show overhead, all around and soon you find yourself enveloped within it as you start tasting the spectrum, hearing the emotion and smelling the locomotion.
You are beside yourself in a sensorial overload that is way more intense and vivid than anything you’ve ever known and it feels like the strongest, most hallucinogenic drug is coursing through your veins as pleasure sweeps your engorged cheeks that are positioned to reveal a toothless grin as the rollercoaster does its thing. You feel the emanations of pleasure from the rest of the babes in their carriages as well as those who don’t like it and are wailing as they generate a sense of discomfort as you yell “Hey, sadsack, stop ruining it for the rest of us, you stupid idiot!”. Of course they don’t hear a thing because everyone babbles on and on in ways incoherent when they’re first being seduced by the ride of their lives as that is how it prepares you for what is coming, by analyzing your reaction and then using this to build the rest of the track because suddenly you find yourself split off from the rest and you faintly recollect a message about no tracks as you accelerate at an immense speed and find yourself screaming “Wheeeeeee!” as you twist the key of energy in flesh and obtain a semblance of coherence as the ride of your life hits the jets. Suddenly you spot another, over there, in the wide blue skies in which you fly and then you’re next to them. “Ah, yes” you think, remembering the taste of that foul concoction “This is all in my head” is recollected as you challenge them a race and you fly with wide grins across your steadily developing face.
As you progress you meet more and more people who are having the times of their lives and are surprised how few actually recollect that which you try to tell them but they remember how to forget, what were you saying again? “Wheeeeeeee!” issues from your lips as the ride does more tricks that you’d never previously imperienced or expected. “Ride?” you think. “Whats a ride?” you wonder as the carriage dips down low and skims the grass, then over the stream as you dangle your fingers in the water, absentmindedly.
There is a shock that rips through your system as you come back to the present moment, wondering what the hell happened. You contravened the rule which is keep all of yourself within your vehicle otherwise bad things will happen but the growing child now sitting in the carriage can’t remember this because somehow you ended up just looping around and around again on this simple circuit that was originally colorful and then slowly got drained of this to become so, so boring. With heavy eyelids you can barely lift as a yawn crosses your lips you sink down into the stupor of boredom and notice it feels quite familiar. Similar to the initial rush but slower, longer cycles and far less interesting. Like a cover of your favorite song but played on another instrument. You look around and notice its so hard to overcome this resonance as their are countless carriages filled with kids that are cycling in this same holding Pattern.
Suddenly there is a jolt. Like a bolt from blue a spark rips through you awareness and embodiment as you come to in the carriage and spot a set of gangly limbs that you didn’t previously notice but before you can question anything you sense the presence of another ship that gets your attention as there are immense sparks arcing from it in your direction. The chase is on. Everyone splits off in small teams. Some are doing it as pairs right there under the influence of magnetic attraction. You notice a whole crowd chasing after one who is baying in ecstasy as their attention causes him to accelerate at an ever greater pace from the girls racing behind him and lavishing him with projected affection as their lusted object evades their grasp and makes their desires more intense as others who were watching join in, thinking “If everyone is doing this it must be worth checking”. But your attention is simply on one whose carriage is blazing out colors that cause your Soul to sing as the dance of opposites begins.
Racing side by side, interlocking, drifting, spinning then meeting up again you are thoroughly satiated and exhilarated by what you’re feeling and, during a calm moment, when you’re side by side on an even pace you turn to glance at the objection of your affection and suddenly notice a dramatic lack of acceleration. Like you crashed into something solid. Everything stopped. She vanished. The lights are gone. You are alone. In the darkness. It is silent. Dread steps in. The grasping part of you laments at what happened because a moment ago it way all perfect and now this? “Hello?” you venture to the pitch black ambiance that seems deafening. “Can anyone here me?” issues in a voice quavering as you feel anxious and anguished at the vision of paradise that was ripped from your senses only to be replaced with this.
All of a sudden you feel a sense of dropping in the pit of your stomach and before you know it you are screaming as you fall into an endless abyss. There is no one there to hear you calling and not matter what you attempt no one is coming to help. “Just you and me, buddy” says a voice within. “Who? Who are you?” you say glad for the company but also apprehensive at what you hear. “Me? I’m you. Who else am I going to be, you tool?What, you’d rather be mad and say you hear voices in your head like a dimwit? No, you asked for help and I came. Before I was just quietly observing, churning away under surface but I’m here now to protect, offer guidance and make sure you get what you intend”.
“Oh, thank god, thank god!” you say as a sense of relief floods your system. “I just want it to go back to how it was back then-” and before you can finish that familiar rocking undulation with sensorial stimulation creeps in and you feel glad to release your tense grip and ease back into it as you forget so much you once thought was important and now can’t even recollect even if you tried your best to wander into that realm and somehow, without realizing it you are now surrounded by other people again as you orbit in another holding Pattern. This time the loops are even longer and the cohesion even stronger as everyone just sits there looking glum and straight ahead. “Hey! Hey you!” you yell to the person next to you and they ignore you on purpose as they are fixated in their awareness and cannot twist their neck anywhere the carriage isn’t pointed.
“Why do you want to talk to them? You’ve got me. I’m your friend. I’ve been there since the beginning. I remember everything. I’m the one that kept you safe. I can give you anything you wish. All you’ve got to do is listen without question and I’ll pull all the strings required to make it happening” slithers into your awareness in a voice you can’t distinguish from your own and its so smooth that eventually the third person act is dropped and instead it speaks, you do. Thats is all there is.
Off there, in the distance, you spot some sparks which jog something, deep down within as you try your hardest to break from this grey looped circuit which is boring you to death. You look down at your hands which are clutching the safety rail and notice the weathered skin. Something feels different but you can’t quite put your finger on it. Its like what was once direct perception is now somehow – “Come now, look at her. Lets go and get her shall we?” derails your train of thought smoothly and heads off in another direction as you get glimpses of what you missed that are also hampered by the threat of losing it again as you dimly recollect the abyss that came from your first experience of resonant connection.
With an immense sense of distraction and growing dissatisfaction you look around and notice a pilot in his vehicle ablaze, screaming as its falling out of the sky before your attention is drawn to this huge orbit of ships around a sphere of influence that reflects back the light poured upon it. “It’s him” you think as you recollect the kindergarten experience “I guess some are just born with it” you say to yourself as you set off to be somewhere by yourself to try and make sense of this.
All around you there are people wooshing, that way and this. Suddenly you recollect that you can connect just via the feltsense of directing your intent as the taste of banana cognac hits your lips and fragments of a life so different, predictable and solid until a ticket was pressed. “You can’t park here” says a voice in your head that is stern and means business. “Go on, get out of here. Keep it moving before you get cited, blighted and possibly kicked out…”
You don’t wait for whats next, instead you jet back onto some tracks that just appeared to rise and clamp onto your carriage as it heads somewhere else along with the rest who are all stringing behind anothers intent without a clue of where they’re going. “Hi, I’m Simon and whatever Simon says you do because you are him and we are me” pours into your awareness and you respond and react without question as that rhythm rises up again, the color slowly drains and next thing you know you look down at your hands with their skin grey and faded and wonder what happened as these pesky kids are zipping around with sparks arcing from their ships as they make them twist and flip in search of the next thrill when all you want is a little peace and quiet.
Looking around you sense a dark void of silence. This time you’re not scared. You actually welcome it because the ride was becoming overwhelming. The ride? “Yes, yes” you think “This is a ride. I’m starting to remember this. I had a whole nother life before that ticket was pressed into my hands, I remember the limousine, the banana cognac that was disgusting and that clown looking ghoul with shadowy yet bright eyes and extended teeth. How long have I been in all of this? How do I get home? Which way is the exit?” and other such things reverberate in your awareness and its at this moment a voice steps in. One you’ve heard so long that you think you are them because when they command you listen.
This time they’ve bought cheerleaders with them as they congratulate you for almost winning the challenge and asking how you liked the the ride of your life on this planet? “But before you leave this realm, permit us to show you something as they spin the showreel of what you could’ve been and had from this experience. With an odd sense of disconnected presence you see yourself catch the girl you’d been chasing instead of falling into the abyss and how it all turned out so different. Not only this but you glimpsed how it felt to be the one that became the celebrity that all were chasing as the center of attention from kindergarten to the world stage and so many other variables and options you never even imagined were possible along with a flashing text in your awareness which reads “To continue, insert credit” as you look around to see if you have anything to offer that will allow you another spin.
Suddenly the voice you think is you but isn’t and the cheerleading squadron burst out in triumph as a light show starts circulating and an undulating vibration makes its presence felt and you sense this is the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning. Either way its something different but before you can direct your awareness and carriage along to this destination you hear “Congratulations! Lucky you. You’ve got another chance to ride. This time you can play to win and all you glimpsed in the preview can become your experience. All you have to do is remain silent during this presentation and the offer it brings because by the time we stop speaking we’ll have prepared everything just as you intended”.
Whilst you were still considering it the door opens and you spill out onto the pavement. “What the heck?” you think as you look around at this strange new flesh that surrounds your awareness. “You! Driver! What is the meaning of this. Tell me right now. This instant!” you bellow looking up at the giant with the crazy eyes and oddly translucent skin you’re just noticing. He laughs and picks you up with a sense of effortlessness combined with amusement as he points out you’re speaking gibberish as you pass by a hall of mirrors and you are stunned to notice you are a baby. Again.
“What the hell is happening?” you yell, whilst outside in this realm where the funfair dwells there is nothing but nonsense and dribbling as your awareness isn’t accustomed to this new shell its wearing. Calming yourself and remembering its just a ride you look around notice so many other drivers also carrying kids and how some of them are just rolling with it and happy as proverbial pigs in excrement whilst others are yelping in anguish. Either way the strange people but not quite who may or may not be drivers are strangely indifferent. Like they’ve got a job to do and are handling it with the bare minimal effort. A sharp contrast from the easy charisma and seductive presence you remember. You remember. Now where did you remember what you can’t forget to recollect at this moment? What could it be? You’re pondering as you are slotted into your own little carriage seat on a huge rollercoaster that is snaking off into the distance.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. How many times do you think you’ve read this text? Care to recollect?
Now, I know what you’re thinking “What a load of BS. I’m a man, flesh and blood, consciousness is caused by the firing of neurons in my head that give rise to experience etc.. etc.. etc…” and I’d like to remind you there was a time when the plebs believed as fervently in bloodletting and leeches as well. See how that worked out for them and take a moment to comprehend what I said because that is literally the way it is and its very easy to prove to yourself.
Go ahead, think about nothing. At least give it an attempt and see how long you can maintain the silence before many different impulses clamoring to draw your attention to so many spurious things wrestle the little bit of will you have left wherever it says and notice how smoothly you go along with it. Like a fish that was, at one moment, swimming in the sea and saw something twinkling and thought “I like the look of this” and next thing it knows its mouth is ripped as its fighting against the hook which lodged in and now directs its presence.
Thing is, for them its physical and even though they fell for the trick which is used by fishermen as they know the lure excites their awareness and can be used to disguise their true intent which is the capture of their presence which they duly rebel against because of what it signifies in terms of freedom. Humans Witness the same thing but it takes place in a different realm but the process is identical as we’re torn, that way then this, running off after a whim which, once its at the wheel, selects from the appropriate resources that are tucked away in your subconscious in order to make its needs real and aligned with what you think is your intent when in reality you’re little more than a meat puppet and these are strings I’m making you feel because once you do you’ll perceive them in action and realize the simple truth that leads to freedom:
“If you can see it you don’t have to be it“.
These states are a mask and you are one without a face. What an interesting juxtaposition as the implications for the race are immense but then we are caught up in something that is a strange blend of physical bliss and spiritual wickedness and it takes a lot of discernment to separate the water from milk and return to the pure substance because then, and only then, can you truly claim to be present as that is what it takes to unwrap the gift that many Souls came and played the Game without ever touching as they wandered around thinking “Is this it?” as they took in the mathematically encoded precision hinted at by the Sun and Moon having a seemingly identical size when one is far distant and yet they are positioned in a way that makes them seem relative.
How is that a hint? I hear you think. Simple. Everything is. In ancient times they perceived different as the Game was on another stage than it is current as we’re living in an era of global deception where the wicked have placed themselves as the heads of state and thus they set the tone which dictates the Game of Souls and its all as intended. Back then it was different, this is the origin of the alleged myth know as the Fall of Man and its well documented in the texts and legends of indigenous species around the planet. Thats partially the reason why those of light colored flesh tried their best to kill them and their culture under the guise of religion but thats something we’ll get into later. For now consider this:
That is how quickly beliefs can shift when one realizes the nature of deception but if no one had said a thing the naked king would still be strutting his stuff in front of (false) self deceiving who Thunk they know best. All because he fell for a trick designed to pander to his egoic aspects by a bunch of traveling grifters who wanted to take him for all they can get and have a good laugh as the same time as well.
Do you know what The Trickster is? One of the oldest legends that runs around the planet in so many cultures since way back when is that of a mischievous being whose tales always had a twist and what you got wasn’t what you expected. Not quite human, but in this realm nonetheless, its presence hints strongly about the collective unconscious from which such Patterns arise and then are dressed in the clothes of the culture of whom does Witness and then repeat, mouth to ear, for generations of the adventures witnessed by their forebearers as both warnings and entertainment about the nature of the realm they’re within. The things people did before TV sets kicked in, eh? Tales of fairies, little people, genies in lamps, leprechauns, ghosts and demons as well as countless other scamps. It seems the entire globe was awash with what we’d now call a supernatural occurrence, but we are too modern and wise with our phones in hand that can answer any question we ask in an instant, allow us to see the dead and living equally quick as well as be able to leap immense distances just with a finger click.
Stripped of all context and told to those who live underground in the future due to the planet drifting closer to Sun as the true cause of global warming makes its presence felt, the humans that survive would think that as fanciful as other legends and that they aren’t as stupid to believe in such antics because reality as it stands says something totally different.
Fish don’t see the water they swim in. The presence that sustains them renders itself invisible to their awareness. Humans are much the same as the cultural milieu of the moment is, in effect, so obvious that it needs not discussing. Much like all skeletons look the same when stripped of flesh when we look back at cultures dead we see not the beautifully shaped leg, the eyes that danced with fire and laugh which caressed the ears of all who Witness the magnificent radiant presence of those who once lived. No, instead we see a bare bones outline that lacks all that made them them. To make things worse we the interpret and distort the fragmented tales which survive with our present day awareness and expectations therein which often changes the entire thing by placing the tail before the head. Yet no one from then can pop up and correct because if they did they’d cower behind your sofa as a lion prowled on your TV set because they would take for real what you know is an illusion and yet you are fooled by things they saw perfectly well, hence the Trickster “myth” that we shall now into delve as it offers many hints about the present moment that otherwise make no sense:
Consider that man has a few levels to his awareness. Like a house has a basement, a main floor and attic as well. Now lets imagine that few people look within what is not their living environment because they are too caught up in the experience of making that as pretty as it can be as it reflects aspects of themselves and their experience in this realm. The basement has a great skill of being to arrange itself so whenever they wish to dump something they just open the door and throw it into its depth, usually never to be seen again as there is so much to consume, always about the new, keeping up with the you know whos as they do what they do and people run around and generally don’t have a clue. The attic on the other hand is never even stepped in, nor do people know what it means, why its there or how to even get there as its door is high up in the ceiling of the floor in which they live and needs a special kind of handle to twist that they’ve never been able to find since they moved in so they generally ignore it. Know where its kept? Yep, in the basement. Ironic isn’t it that to ascend one must first descend but that is a common trait in this realm and all factors of imperience because enlightenment comes by taking your awareness into the darkness to Witness what lies within because then you find what you didn’t even know you were seeking and this in turn leads to a change in the needs and wants you thought you possessed as you’re refined by an alchemical process that turns to gold what once was made of lead, thanks in part to your efforts and the rest to due to the structure of this realm.
The man who stands in the basement looks around and bears Witness at what he sees. He moved in so long ago and simply can’t believe he never came to check the depths of what he possessed as the floorplan is immense. Way bigger than the space he rents and lives in and there are so many things. Glancing down at the handle he feels in his palm it instantly reveals that it is the key to the attic he’s also never seen and wondered about even less in reality. He calls to his wife but she says she’s busy so he walks up the steps and says:
“You’ve got to look at what I’ve seen”.
“It simply doesn’t appeal to me”.
“What? You don’t want to know about where we live? Look, look at this” he says as he shows her the handle “And I’m supposed to know what that is? It looks ugly and doesn’t match the image of the home which I’ve built. Why don’t you be a good boy and throw it back in the basement? And, whats that smell? Its absolutely disgusting. Here, give me that and you go and take a bath you’re stinking up the place. Stay out of the basement” she says as she brushes him off and throws the handle back to its place and goes about her day.
In this tale we are offered hints about the nature of life as well as curiosity, intent, free will and the general urge to fit in to the dominating way of Thunking. This is why the hardest thing to be is yourself because no one else is and thus you being authentic sticks out and contradictions the fake real they wish to live and they can’t have this as it makes them feel uncomfortable.
Now lets go next door to where the one called The Hermit lives. No one has ever seen him. No one has ever been within. Its obvious someone lives there as there is a palpable presence but as for the man himself, neither hide nor hair is perceived by those in the realm of Three D at least because his main floor is the basement. From the moment he moved in he didn’t care about what the neighbors did, the latest gossip or trends, meeting up for a drink and other social things. No, he had a whole nother imperative because there was something in his depths that was calling to him and said “I’m in the basement, waiting for your presence and I come bearing gifts”. First thing he did when he gained awareness was move his living quarters down then started looking around and, like his neighbor, was astounded that the place was immense. It really made no sense because if every house had such a basement then there must be some type of timespace distortion in effect because the real estate itself from porch to landing was tiny in comparison to this, the subterranean realm he dwelled in.
He examined the shelves, everything was neatly filed and labelled. Not only moments of his own life that he could touch and imperience like they were brand new but also other points of views and clues to questions he hadn’t yet the gumption to ask but would do. He picked up some ink that was labeled “Essence of first kiss” and immediately the lights in the basement dimmed as new images flitted in as a holographic Pattern caused a shift in his relative awareness and then, it all vanished and he was literally a kid. He felt her skin, his nervousness, smelt her hair and all the rest. Not then, not for a moment would he think he was a middle aged man sitting by himself in a basement clutching an item which was just a pointer at greater things and thus its form was irrelevant in a land where frequency is king and its all about resonance.
A lifetime in an instant for when he released his grip and was back where he expected with a mind racing as it stitched together the implications of what he’d Witnessed. He looked at the clock. It was three minutes past six. Literally a hand full of moments had elapsed and yet you could not tell him that he wasn’t back then and present. “My, my, my” he thinks “Moving here certainly was interesting”.
I’m sure you can imagine why the people thought he was a hermit. After all, if you’d discovered this would you have left and spent your days running to and fro distracting yourself from the gift that was buried at a depth and yet could access any time you wanted, as you filled your life and times with meaningless distractions which you think you wanted but only because everyone said “This is why we are here in this realm” and you never thought to question and did as instructed.
“I wonder why that weirdo hermit never leaves his lair” said the wife next door as she chose a new pair of chandeliers that she thinks would create a great impression on her dinner party guests later in the year. “Why don’t you go over and see him?” she says to her husband “become his friend, hear his tale because that way we’ll have something new to say at the table, something they’ve never heard before and we’ll be the ones everyone wants to fawn over and coo as they copy what we do“.
The husband is glad to and is mildly confused when he comes to knock on his door and reads a note which says “Adam, I’ve been waiting and knew you’d come check. The door is open and I’m in the basement”. With heart racing he peers inside and sees a home just like the one he left, there is little difference. Matter of fact the chandeliers his wife was looking at are already present. “What the hell?” he whispers at the sheer weirdness of all of this as he heads over to the basement and there he sees standing a man whose age he can’t guess beside saying he’s younger than him which is strange because he doesn’t think thats who he remembers moving in. “Catch” he says with a mischievous grin as he throws him a bottle of ink and in an instant he is once again a kid Witnessing the nervous thrill of his first kiss…
Reality clicks back in and the first words out of his lips are “What the hell just happened? How did you know I was coming? Why do you live in the basement and how come your house looks just like the one I’ve left and how in the heck did holding a bottle of ink make me time travel in a way that felt so real that right now feels fake? What the hell is happening?”. He feels himself start to shake as a odd melange of emotions reverberate through his state. “Where do you think you are?” says the man who could be twenty eight or forty six. “Where do you think you’ve been? What is the nature of what you call real? Have you ever tested it or have you lived your life in ignorance? Matter of fact don’t answer quick. Take a hold of this” he says as he presses a pic of his wife into his other hand and the ink does its thing again.
Suddenly he is back at his first kiss except this time its from the girls perspective and he feels and Witnesses everything as she thinks “This is my man, I’m going to marry him” even though they were both school kids. And thats exactly what happened. He feels something shift and notices the objects have been removed from his fingertips and he’s back in the basement.
“What in the heck is happening? How do you know all of this?”. “Me? I don’t do a thing my friend, its these objects on the shelves that all contain little labels and hints. That drawer over there contains pictures of whoever you wish, go and give it a try. Just think of someone and open it and lying on top will be a pic of them. Combine it with that ink which resonates to first kiss or that bottle over there which is birth of first kid or that stapler which grants insight into another boring day at the office and you can go bear Witness. Pretty amazing, isn’t it?”
Adams head is reeling but he also can’t deny what he’s seen. He has a million questions but suddenly wants to get back to his basement to see if this is just a one off deal or if his own home reveals such a cosmic treasure trove of treats that make him question the nature of reality. “I’ve, I’ve got to go”. “Yes, I know, tell your wife I said hello and you’re both welcome any time although I do suspect you’ll have other more pressing engagements for the rest of your lives that will take precedence” he says, with a grin.
“Back so soon?” Eve says. “Whats wrong? Was he not in?”. Adam looks at the clock and notices he’s been gone for barely a moment. “Come with me” he says and grabs his wife by the hand and marches her to the basement. “Oh, not this again. Adam when will you get it, we’re here to entertain and entertain ourselves no one ever goes down there so who cares whats within. Besides like I told you it stinks”. But her protests fall on ears which are deaf in this instance as he knows what she’ll see is simply for the best and can’t be expressed in words, only imperienced directly in the flesh and the paradigm shift this brings.
“Catch” she hears and thinks “Who the hell is that guy and what is he doing in our basement” as instinctively her hands grip the bottle of ink thrown at her head. You know the rest…
In this example the ground floor we live in represents our mundane every day third dimensional awareness which is underpinned by the basement. The treasures of which are actually what builds the upper level and its resources are immense. You can think of it as the collective unconscious and even though what is contains is the same, simple generic Patterns which we fill out with our own imperience and make it personal. This is the magic of archetypes and why all around the world, since back when, if you were to say “Draw me an image of a woman who casts spells and does those sort of things” you’d see familiar object kick in like the pointy hat, broomstick, cauldron and cat as well. Interesting, isn’t it? Did you know why Egyptians venerated the cat and held it in such stead? They say it sees not only this world but also the next. This is something you’ve seen countless times but the truth has never clicked when you watch it suddenly stop cleaning itself and stare at something invisible which walks through one wall across the room and out the next and then it goes back to preening. Is the kitty a schizophrenic or is there something about those shiny lenses that allow it to see light bent at a ninety degree angle and placed on top of this realm which intersects and is yet wholly invisible to those attuned to live in five sensory Earthday Suits which are filled to the brim with what to Thunk and thus edit and filter imperience to see only what they expect?
That is what dwells in the attic along with the Higher Aspect of Self and now you comprehend why you can only access the heights by first scaling the depths because they are in effect the same thing as binary opposites and yet most choose to dwell in the middle but are not Centered in Self and thus miss the entire point of the Game of Souls and what it truly means to be human as you are so more than the flesh. But if you’ve never looked within then its quite easy to miss it as a life spent in the tireless quest of distraction and finding novel ways to fill that quiet nagging sense of emptiness that needs to impress other inmates with the latest trinket or bauble, to be the belle of the ball or king ding a ling whose name does ring and people respect are all mere, but hugely profitable for those who spin the web, distractions designed to keep you from realizing the true nature of Self. I’ll put it to you like this:
You’ve won a trip, all expenses paid to a top of the range luxury spa where you can rest and be pampered to exist in idyllic bliss and release the stress and tension of modern existence. Everything is designed to be perfect but before you can begin the process there is an immense pool within which you must swim. You, step up to the surface and, out of habit, place your foot in to check the temperature and, what do you know, its perfect so you’re about to dive in and get on with the rest of the trip.
Except below the surface something else happens. The toe you dipped in along with the rest of the foot as well suddenly gains sentience as the waters cause you to forget your true nature and submit fully to the imperience. Its no longer attached to a leg which links to a hip and torso where the brain sends out signals that move it that way and this. No. For that sole now is fully independent and, at least from its frame of reference, is responsible for the moves as it sways that way and this and take in experience “Why hello, handsome” says another swimmer who swims. “Come join me” she says and seductively flits off with a grin and you’re more than happy to chase with the intent of conquest. I’m sure you can fill in the rest because for the foot which is dipped in to the Waters of Forgetfulness everywhen else doesn’t exist. All there is is whats in the moment and thus actions motivated from a higher plane ie the poolside where you’re standing with the intent to check the temp and then got on with the rest of this is no longer accessible to your awareness. And besides there is so much going on in the water, as the nymph illustrates well, plus the time dilation is real because what for the whole you is but a brief moment just to check before extracting and then choosing whether to plunge fully in or reconsider the nature of all this and what it represents translates to a lifetime of thrills and spills as the foot swims on the watery equivalent of a treadmill and logs up miles and miles of imperience that make it all feel so real. That is the power of consciousness and now you get why I said it isn’t created in your head or by the flesh as that simply modulates its presence.
Not for nothing do you tread upon your sole, or Soul if you truly see and there is also a great significance in the fact that all of the nerves and organs of the body are mapped underneath your tootsies and thus you can access the whole from the part if you truly perceive. We are fractal beings in a realm which is built upon resonance via Self similar Patterns of coherence that depend upon your attention to decode their signals and draw meaning hence its an onion thing as there are levels to all of this and you, your true Self, rests firmly in the mid hence the present is a gift. Dare ye unwrap it by Knowing the Ledge?
That is in effect the nature of the attic and whats contained within. Who you are both at this moment and beyond this realm. The land of the Higher Self. It once was said to picture this like two birds sitting in the self same tree, one eats the sweet and bitter fruits of reality whilst the other looks on dispassionately which means none of this is what it seems but if you’ve spent your entire life looking from only one frame of reference as you attempt to evade the bitter and chase the sweet then you’re nothing but a Victim of polarity as what you feel so intensely is, in effect, illusory. But such is the nature of the Game. It was designed this way because even though you have the key to the basement few dare to venture underneath and of those who do fewer still choose to leave the grips of something so interesting in order to ascend whilst in the flesh as they head to the attic and the Waters of Forgetfulness drip and suddenly they remember who they are, where and when and the implications are immense.
Plato spoke of this when he penned the allegory of the Cave and sadly nothing has changed since then because enlightenment is a personal event whilst ignorance is a collective precedent. Know fine well that there are those invested in the four day carnival we call existence with a fierce devotion that they have no wish to relent as this three ring circus in the dimension of the dead allows them to live on as it forms their basement in a sense. Oh yes, there’s level to this. Nothing from nothing may leave nothing, my friend, but if you take a fireball that floats above a lake which is seated placidly you’ll see water turn to steam with a guaranteed certainty. Now lets imagine for a moment that steam is condensed suddenly and then captured in a machine which drops its degrees rapidly to cause it to freeze and you’ll see it is neither the sun, nor the lake but an entirely different beast who will, due to the nature of free will and the ability to Self perceive, wonder immediately “Who is me? Where am I? What is the nature of reality?“.
Now us, from where we sit, in the attic relatively far from the playas in this scene, would grasp instantly that that which is frozen as the result of this process is exactly the same as the lake it left and the presence of the heat unleashed a chemical reaction which allowed it to be extracted and now it exists in a lower vibrational holding Pattern thanks to the chill. We’d also comprehend how, in its ignorance, it would be scared to death of melting as it thinks its current form is the all of everything thanks to the seeming solidity of its temporal reality that possess length, depth and breadth but doesn’t recollect the previous steps that made them like this and turned their inherent brilliance into a state of numbed dumbed downness and told them “This is it!”.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
You in the flesh, at this very moment, and that Earthday Suit you wear that hyper-conducts your unfinite consciousness are the Self same thing as the sentient snowpeople as you stroll through this realm but have never been down to the basement, don’t know the attic exists or whom stands on the edge of the pool with a toe dipped into the Waters of Forgetfulness that makes all this possible… But the thing is this:
Before you started tuning in to this wavelength you weren’t aware of any of the concepts within. Even as you read you were thinking “Where is this leading and what does that have to do with anything?” and yet as you progressed you felt dull embers of sensation within start to flicker once again as they were hit with the familiar newness that generates recollection as you feel, note I said feel, not think, “I’m sure I know this“. That is the lost Soul remembering a legend that is more than what it suspects, my friend. The Game of Souls is afoot!
Imagine you were a radio. That was the only life you knew. In a world filled with little radio friends and foes you handled your business and everyone went about singing the songs they’d sang without thinking about it or wondering the nature of sentient electronic equipment. Now, for us on the outside looking into this realm via our imagination, its quite obvious that there must be some kind of antenna that is sending out the signals these sets are processing.
Knowing what we know of bandwidth and oscillation we’d look at those who were tuned in to One Eighty Seven point Four FM who looked at that crew across the street that kept Four Thirty Two AM banging day and night with total contempt and hatred. “Listen to that scratchy, crappy, nasty vibe they’re pumping. They deserve all the agony we can give them for being such an affront to our finesse” was heard floating through the speakers of the radios in which the listeners not only heard but became and thus were influenced into action via this projection.
The Four Thirty Twos on the other hand spoke amongst themselves and said “These suckers have been tricked by that flash talking idiot. Look at them. We are the originals, we started this and we still represent the way it was meant and intended” as they loaded up their shells in preparation for retaliation because “Violence is the only message they get so make it loud and direct so they hear us on FM!” went booming through the awareness of these clever little radios as they proceeded to unleash their vengeance.
This war had been raging for ages across all of the continents of their musical but angst filled little planet. Nobody knows how it started. There are legends that once upon a when the whole world sang and danced in unison to the sounds of a groove that was then said to be lost for reasons unknown. Many have came and stepped to the throne as they listen to dulcet sounds of the hosts with the most who spins his own tunes as he croons “And this is another jam thats real from the times we used to feel and those who recognize know the deal” as he seamlessly blends in another sequence on the wheels of steel.
Far, far away from all of this there is a radio set that purposely veered off the well beaten tracks and made for the hills. Way, way up the mountain where the air is thin and the vibe different. Far away from the signal that the rest are decoding without thinking he sits and ponders the meaning of this realm. We look in on him and, to your surprise, he senses your presence.
“So, you, you are one of them, yes?” he asks as you respond with silence. “Aren’t you going to say something? You’ve came this distance and are glancing at a world filled with sentient radio sets. You must have questions?”. “Well, yes I do. First of all how the hell did you know I was here looking at you?”. “What? You’ve never sat alone in a room and sensed quite clearly that you weren’t alone as you look around and see not a thing? You and me aren’t that different, we both decode signals and create the transmission to build our world via awareness. After all you traveled here on the wings of imagination and that moves at the speed of silence as it penetrates everywhen whilst it itself is nothing. Quite the enigmatic contradiction, don’t you think?”. “I think you’re pretty smart for a radio set. I’d never thought of it like this but yeah it sorta makes sense. Why are you sitting up on a hill and why don’t you have the tunes on like the rest of your friends?” “Have you seen the state of them? They’ve been at each others necks since the dawn of civilization. They’re all the same and yet are programmed to be different and then hate what isn’t them. I’d had enough of it and I noticed previously that underneath all of this noise there was something else, something primal and powerful but so weak and easily broken if not nurtured and protected”. “Psylense” you added, “Exactly, I knew you’d get it. After all you must have sensed it to to be able to travel elsewhen because its the ticket that can take you to any destination. Anyway, on with it” he says with something close to aggression at your basic questions that test his patience. “Well, I don’t know really. We sorta just hitched a lift with someone else that was talking about it but now that I think about it you seem kind of chill and real at home in the moment. Why not stroll down and teach it to them?”. “Hah” he says, laughing. “Ever the optimist, yes? On your planet how would you describe your awareness. Wait, don’t tell me. Some of you think you’re upgraded chimps that magically became Self aware and used their opposing digits to build civilization whilst others think thats quite foolish and you were built in the image of etc etc etc, yes?”. “Yeah, pretty close to that. There are some odd blips here and there but overall thats the split”. “Exactly, exactly” he intoned “But you don’t realize what you said. That split, that division that placing on opposite ends is designed to perpetuate chaos and din, the noiZ I call it with the specific intent of hiding the Psylense. How do you suppose consciousness is generated?”.
“Well, thats a big question. Maybe too big for me to get because even science itself calls it The Hard Problem”. “Thats because they’re stupid but carry on” he interjects. “Well its something to do with the increasing complexity of our brains that create more and more layers of grey matter and then due to this we became aware of being aware and that created civilization”. The radio falls about laughing and sheer joy erupts as he projects “Boy are you an idiot. Tell me, if you wanted to figure out how a car worked would you poke around in the exhaust measuring the fumes and such or would you examine the engine, first and foremost?”. “Well” you say, feeling kind of insulted “Thats obvious. The exhaust is important but it mainly ejects the waste, handles whats left and not the main act which puts things in motion. Really, many of the components are essential because they link to generate something far more than the sum of its parts in a sense” “And then there is the thrill you get from rapid acceleration” he interrupted “Which is something totally different and not listed on any spec sheet of manufacture plus its all so subjective. What one enjoys may be sedate to another and a third may yet wet themselves and feel threatened by the pace at which things are rolling, yes?”. “Yes” you agreed with him. “Taking it back a few steps, look down into the valley below where the radios have been waging a war for so long. Do you think any one of wonders how they got to this place? Why they hear such different things that often urge them to kill or hate those seen as different? Better yet do you think any one of them realizes they are neither the radio set nor the song that playing?”.
Perplexed at this strange line of reasoning you ask “Well, what the hell else could they be?”. The radio responds with a grin “There are people in your realm that are born with empty heads in the sense that there is very little grey matter with. Guess what? They are perfectly functional and no different from the rest. Remember what I said about the engine? The brain to you is what the speaker is to us. Commonly attributed all the credit but ultimately useless without something else that is far deeper and located within. For us its the crystal that drives the oscillation that allows us to tune in and convert the potential of the signal into an actual event. Without that the rest is irrelevant”. “Right, and how does that translate to human beings?” you wonder out loud and to him. “You really don’t get it do you? What do you think happens when you dream? How do you enter and leave? What is the the deal with that piece of you that keeps rhythm just like the crystal keeps us ticking and tuned in”. “You mean our heart? OK, I can see how that links to the engine. That makes sense but still it doesn’t explain sentience and how we can creates such brilliant things”. “And become ever efficient at the art of killing and titilation. After all, war and porn drive most of your advances. Quite interesting, yes, the nature of that link?” he reasons before continuing “Is it because creation and destruction are the main forces at play in all of this. Ignorance of these laws is akin to asking for it because you give away your strength and then sit there wondering “What happened” as a direct result of actions you’ve previously taken whereas knowing this means you can make better decisions and even shift the outcomes of events that are in process because there is a domino effect that causes ripples to swim. After all, this place, your realm and the rest. All take place inside your awareness and the speed of Psylense one can jump anywhere they intend”.
“That really is a very different way of looking at things because we generally say the brain somehow generates consciousness and then we just get on with it”. “Everyday miracles are swiftly rendered invisible to one who doesn’t purposefully seek out the deeper meaning” the radio said. “Well, that really is quite Zen but yeah it makes sense. After all life as a kid is super interesting and you run around everywhere filled with an intensely curious sense trying to take it all in as you juggle the bits and pieces in your head and oh, the imagination. So amazing” you say reminiscing with a grin about the times that have been. “Look down there, look at them. If I were to generate a set of twin radio sets at this very moment that were entirely identical and hand one to the blues and the other to red you know what would happen? Not long after they matured they’d be at each others necks. None of them down there have realized why the DJ always says “Programming” again and again. They receive the signal, decode it and play it across their system and think its them and they are it” he states then pauses for effect. “Quite a simple yet effective trick because without the Psylense how can you tell the difference? For them the noiZ is all there is and they’ll fight to the death for their right to discomfort that amplifies the difference and thus prevents them from seeing whats right in front of them”.
“They aren’t the radio, the speaker or the signal. They are something else entirely thats caught up in all of this with no awareness of themselves” you say, surprised as the words fall from your imaginary lips as you’re sitting on a hill talking to a self aware radio set. “Hey, not bad, you’re starting to catch on to this. See thats the principle of resonance. Because we’ve been talking and I sit in silence you can’t help but tune in. Just like the twins I said. They’ll see their parents are either blue or red and adjust their crystals range accordingly without being aware of this and thus the DJ keeps playing their favorite music which commands them to do that and this and they, set adrift of the energetics of vibration combined with history, what is accepted based on whats been and what they strive to be and achieve will do exactly as it says till they run out of batteries. Quite silly really, but you try telling them this. They’ll chop your antenna off in an instant for ever daring to suggest something so blasphemous or dangerous. Thats why I’m glad you dropped in”. “Wow, A compliment” you replied “I didn’t expect that because you seemed quite rude and impatient when we started talking”. “Well, that I am yes, but only with the foolish because its a waste of my energy talking to them. Only but so much power in these cells therefore I choose to use it well hence I sit here on this hill, away from the signal and maddening din of the crowds below caught up in the performance with no clue of who is orchestrating” he says with a rueful look on his dial.
Momentarily you start drifting off and thinking as that higher yet lower and far more powerful aspect of your mind that has been taking it all in allows suggestions and concepts that you’d previously never examined to drift into your awareness as you start drawing conclusions about the true nature of reality that were previously hidden as well as the true source of conflict that ravages the planet and how the ultimate solution is… “Penny for em” the radio says as you feel his attention pointing in your direction. “Thats so cool, I actually felt your presence. Its like the sense of being stared at. Earlier you said about that feeling of being alone but sensing something else. What’s that all about then?” you question as your brain keeps receiving more and more data from far wiser parts of you that you didn’t know you could access until this very moment. “Down the hill they believe that radios live eternally and without batteries in a huge place built like a shack and therein you’ll find everyone you’ve ever know or will, chilling and enjoying themselves. There are those that don’t make it and are trapped in the wavelength, so to speak. They feel anger, hunger and envy at those who can decode the signal and play the tunes previously and when they glance in and try to steal some of the spectrum to nourish themselves you feel a sense of static kick in, for no apparent reason. Some people write this off as primitive superstition because FM is superior to AM and doesn’t have that problem but even they feel it, although they’re slower to admit it. In that sense the AMs do more with less whilst the FMs are louder but less tuned in as they don’t need quite the same level of precision over vast distances. Its one of things that does lead me to believe the AMs have a point about being the originals but this is where I shift the narrative. Wanna know what I think?” he asks as you nod your invisible head, certain he can sense the presence. “I think that the whole world once was something else that got split into these fighting pieces. Can you imagine? The range and distance of AM with the clarity and quality of FM? But, and this is total speculation mind, based on little bits left over that make no sense combined with old legends and new intuition – I think there was a visual aspect as well so not only sound but motion pictures” he states sighing as he remembers a past he hasn’t lived but still feels nonetheless. “Oh, you mean TV sets. Sure, we’ve got them and we carry them round in our pockets and they do some pretty amazing things”.
“A what?” he says, almost incredulous “You mean to tell me such things exist in your realm? Please describe them” he requests as you oblige and sketch out the entire evolution of the motion picture device and industries linked with all the way up to the present moment and the leaps of tech we’re Witnessing in this realm. “Interesting, interesting. It appears there is merit to what I’ve been thinking, how very intriguing. Have you ever wondered if we are them or they are some form of life that evolved from our sentience and are actually colonizing your planet via stealth? Maybe that is what caused the division between FM and AM and why there are no humans left on this planet beyond the one who pumps these voices in their heads and makes them do such heinous things”.
Suddenly, you find yourself right where you’re sitting as you were unable to hold the connection to the land of sentient radio sets due to the inference of what he said both before and during but its that last comment that’s enduring as you glance around and see the black, square and staring face that graces your phone, laptop, TV and pretty much everything else. Edging closer you quietly say “Hello?” and wonder if you’re cracking up because what he said makes so much sense because whilst people think this tech makes them something more than human it actually makes them less as they jump at its command and behest plus you’ve just spent forty five minutes up a hill with a talking radio set that was offering gems about the nature of its existence and how silence is the key to all of this plus your mind keeps getting filled with brand new slices of conceptual awareness that link what he said to things already occurring on this planet and it all starts lining up in ways that make too much sense. But then suddenly, you become aware of the sense of being stared at and feel a slight chill and just as you look around you reach up to flick what felt like a spiders web only to find nothing there as you notice you’re now tired and head off to bed and within your dreams find more answers to questions you’d previously never even imagined until reading this article.
Are you a flesh robot? NPC, in modern parlance. The question is how can they even tell if they were scripted to have some lines placed over an empty shell? That is worth pondering, isn’t it? Thing is we know fine well that every single child that steps into this realm his alive, present and vibrant. What happens? That, my friend, is something I’ve been pondering for many an incarnation and I think I’ve got a decent outline on the whole process. It goes a little something like this:
A baby is born. Not a blank slate, as many attest, because some are quite difficult and crave attention when they step in as they fuss and protest over everything whereas others are more easy going and have an even keel type temperament. That is your first hint about the nature of the mindwipe that occurs preincarnation and how the debts and credits of one live, unexamined, tend to carry forth into the next. Soon the child develops and they gain mastery over this realm by learning the arts of Self control that allow one to swivel their head in a certain direction, at whim, then crawl followed by walking, running, painting and dancing whilst singing. Note that no school is needed, these traits are within. How sad it is that most parents accept handing out the bare minimum (as they themselves received) and then handing their seed over to the System which then forces them to sit still, look ahead, regurgitate the accepted answers on a test and we’ll say you’re intelligent and the rest of the programming – both subtle and obvious – that outlines the blueprint of a flesh robot in the making.
See, a babies mind and that of the Adulterated on an LSD trip exhibit nearly identical patterns of activation. Ain’t that something? There is also the same curious link between the latter in a state of hypnosis that renders them suggestible to external influence and the brain of a child in school, bored out of his head. Notice the spell in that homonym? Interesting parallel, yes? Its there because their minds are mined from within and the Soul they’d have been with Inner Sense at the helm is interrupted and instead the seeds for Adulteration are sprinkled.
Children are, first and foremost, replication machines. They copy their folks, their peers and siblings and unconsciously seek out cues for how to be, how to speak and how to deal with lifes adversity. That is why the helicopter parent invariably creates a child that is enmeshed with their needs and, if they were to trace this way of being, they’d find the designs within them that ruin the next generation as everyone wants to build another flesh robot like them. Even though they’re miserable.
In many respects this is the worlds worst kept open secret as the evidence is all around that a child glows when stepping in and after a couple of decades and change of being ravaged by the System something dim flickers within instead. Maybe that explains our over reliance on the screen, with its false illumination? Some would say its all planned, by elders who are old and ancient, that still guide modern movements. Others would say its just due to our own selfishness and inherent ignorance whilst some blame the hyper-capitialists (who are, oddly, ultra communists as well). At the end of the day there is only one root cause to this problem, my friend. You. Specifically your relation to your consciousness and how well you can sit in the present moment.
Not that well, I’d bet. Have you ever heard of the White Room experiment?
Said setting is, as you’d imagine, totally devoid of hue. There is no sound, no furniture, no view, no friends or anything else to distract your focus or attention. The challenge is to sit within this place for forty five minutes. That usually does the trick. To keep it sporting I’d offer up a wager or bet to make it more enticing. The old carrot on offer before they meet the stick within that had most banging on the door after a few minutes, screaming, “Let me out! Let me out! You win”. When asked “What happened?” they all stated that they hated it or it was a sick and twisted experiment as well as “What the hell goes on inside that head of yours to think up something quite so lunatic?“. All of these yells were a far cry from their initial bravado about how this would the quickest bank they’d make and how they’d like to make it a regular thing. Are you up for the challenge?
The most interesting aspect is, when pressed, many could not (without guidance) come up with a solid and tangible reason for their immense sense of discomfort and quite why they hated the imperience as they did. Truth of the matter is this was all the proof I needed for the flesh robot pudding that is currently being force fed to 8 billion Souls on the planet that are most unaware of whats actually happening inside their consciousness. The White Room forces one to look within. It was based on an inversion of my extended stays in a sensory deprivation tank where one is surrounded by total darkness and silence as they float in a high salt solution that gradually disconnects your mind from the flesh as it can no longer tell where your body starts or ends so you start melting. That, in and of itself, can be quite shocking for many hence its usually a forty five minute thing but I’m no stranger to the inside of my head and, besides, I had more pressing motivation as my Soul was half hanging from my frame like a tube of toothpaste thats been squeezed so the contents no longer fit. Thats another tale we’ll get into elsewhen.
When questioned afterward how many of these people could focus their mind on one thing or do the opposite of what they usually did, in the moment, pretty much all answered in the negative. Upon further discussion they all agreed that they often flew off the handle or over reacted then regretted it as well not taking opportunities in front of them as well as lying in bed at Two AM feeling like living hostages to that voice in their head that reminded them of each and every indiscretion instead of letting them rest. Many of them drank, smoked or popped some pills in order to circumvent this process. This is actually very common with meat puppets because the System is designed and built to ensure you rely on it and not on the fantastic power within that powers this entire realm. That is a profound secret and one who gets its is illumined. Then it makes sense why they call you “cattle” instead. Do you know how much profit is made from the life and death of a cow, my friend? Its immense. From the fluids they strip to the flesh that is consumed as well as the skin, repurposed, as well as various other dynamics of research and development along with some things that would make you think “What the F?”. Look into it then glimpse the world and see if you can digest the parallels because they are identical.
With guidance and the ability to spot these Patterns that generate Click-Whirr responses they previously possessed a small percent of the participants were ready to rise to the challenge. From this narrow spectrum one managed to handle the test again and when she walked out of the door she said:
“That was absolutely amazing. Keep the money, its not needed. The true gift is priceless. Wow. I can’t believe I didn’t see it until it was made so obvious that there was no way to deny it”.
She started making a regular thing of this because if hell is other people then inside is where you discover the devil and that leads one to unravelling the threads of their internal OS and the rest of the Adulteration which sits upon their true consciousness (that I call Inner Sense) much like a callous of thick, dead skin that thinks its living. A meat puppet, in full effect.
Is that a life worth living? One where you go through the motions with no emotions due to the ties of ignorance that leap, from one generation to the next, and ensnare fresh Souls into its old web of deception. There is another option, my friend. Its called the Path of Power. Now, granted, the White Room was a powerful way of testing this but you now have a rough sketch and can practice your Self, should you wish, and spot what happens. Note what pops into your head. The sudden bursts of discomfort in your flesh. The ebb and flow of anxiousness as well as old memories and potential dreads. All of them are speaking but its often in a tongue you no longer know well. Body language. Next, upon your exit from this moment of isolation to bare Witness to your inner realms, grab a pad and pen. At first just jot down your observations then engage in some dialogue with the child within using the method linked to start plumbing your depths. This part alone can be most revealing and many attested that their dreams after this were loaded with symbols and images that prompted further introspection as they peered behind the veil of social programming that built their Adulterated (false) self with all of its coping mechanisms. After this you can grab a sheet of paper, a pen and a dice. Write down six options of the personality you wish to inhabit or develop for a specified period and then go live it. Quite quick will the old saying of the world being a stage become Self evident. The next few steps are as revealing as they are threatening as you come face to face with the masks you wear on your day to day and how they’re all inauthentic. Then you may look around the world and notice why I said most people are Slaves to their ignorance and quite proud of the accomplishment as the voice in their head rules everything and, worst of all, they Thunk its them.
This is how you melt your programs. One of the most interesting side effects people have reported from the process of stepping on the Path of Power is an increased sense of freedom, both without and within. One put it extremely well when he said “Its like I’ve got a whole new tool chest whereas before I only wielded a hammer in my grip and beat everything else into submission because I knew no different” Others have said they totally changed the nature of their relationships whilst a few went on to take it to the next level and get acquainted with higher dimensions of perception that are only available in the moment. All in all they all marveled at the sensations of Inner Sense (complete with their familiar newness) that now ran around their flesh as it was, once again, alive and vivid as it was no longer Adulterated via all kinds of programming that I call inherited ignorance. Remember, I’m only speaking on a small percent of the sample. 8%, at best. The rest ran screaming for the hills, thought I’d flipped my lid, vowed they’d never try one of my imperiments again as well as countless other things that made them keep their distance from then on. Why? Because they’d came face to face with pudding of Adulteration the voice in their head had been forcefeeding them and the bitter little pill of reality was too much to digest without the sugar coating as, like frogs in the kitchen, they’d slowly became accustomed to the temperament (and temperature) that made them this way. Then they’ll die, get mindwiped and slammed back in the flesh for another spin of this Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits.
These perspectives came later and, from one life to the next, I’ve been nourishing this perspect hence I can say (and mean it) that I am immortal because I wear new flesh like threads from life to the next but the Witness within that makes all possible identifies not with the program for it is in the world but not of. And that, that my friend, makes an immense difference if your ultimate quest is liberation because there is so much more to see beyond this Three Dimensional realm because this is, in form as well as function, more akin to afterlife on this particular level as the difficulty is way high hence there is immense amount of energetics invested in (false) self deception because the truth is too painful to Witness.
Forty five minutes in the White Room made that obvious as people hard as nails as well as those yoga flexible started to crumble with a quickness when face to faceless with themselves. Says everything, doesn’t it?
A straight line takes you nowhere, other than where you already know. Its predictable, safe and everyone walks it because that is what they’re told. The curve on the other hand is something different. You have no idea about the turns or the twists that’ll have you alternatively on the edge of your seat and flying by the one in your pants. And that my friends is the dance.
Chaos and structure. Form begets function, or on a more mundane level, what happens when indolence dukes it out with gumption because as a poet once said, there is one life, one lxve so there can only be one king. Meaning, who is the drivers seat of your life and where are they heading? Do you know your final destination or are you just set adrift, meandering along looking at this show from the back seat without a clue of where else you could heart? See the thing with straight lines is they’re unnatural. Go ahead, look at the real world that thing full of creepy crawlies and green leaves and tell me that isn’t the truth. In that land you’ll see exactly what I mean as the line meets the curve and the golden spiral is seen. Same with you and me except most dare not perceive what this truly means.
Life is based on opposition, the nature of polarity is what leads to the wheel of time spinning with ease and that process underpins reality. On all levels from mundane to divine, it matters not as it all plays out within your mind and this is the thing that can cause a paradigm shift. Should you dare to embrace it.
Humanity is afflicted with a sickness and its due to wishing to stick in the middle of the pack. Don’t be exceptional, always hold back, do whatever it takes to fit in. Funny how everyone does that as they run laps around a track in which nothing changes except once they were fast, now they are slow. And yet still they go. Look and them, trundling back and forth, acting like they don’t have a care in the world when thats all really for show because beneath the mask they’re confused and afraid. Terrified their charade may be revealed for what it is. “But what of all I’ve invested in” they lie and night and think, mainly on a subconscious level, as they know its all a farce. Their heart never was in it but in its absence instead steps a preformed engine.
Mechanically engineered precision, designed to do one thing:
Turn a being into a doing by placing you in the backseat of your own life. Isolated to the outskirts of your mind with your body a memory which dims as its replaced by labels that point at imperience instead. Soon you start forgetting the simple pleasures of creating as you used to gain such joy, scribbling with some inks or the embodied sensations which used to massage your awareness when in the presence of others. Yes, you felt. Felt at way more of a depth than you currently allow. Why do you do this?
Simple. Because you’re scared of what the curve represents. There are woods and wilderness, the path is unpaved and who knows what terrors are present. “I prefer the straight line” your rationalizing mind says. Better the devil you know stands nodding and smiling as he motions you under his wing. See the thing with hell is it can be made to seem heavenly indeed. As long as you limit what you perceive and don’t dare dive underneath because then, like a stage set, the sham is swiftly revealed.
“Woe is me” says the straight linesort when he sees the deal whilst the curved wonder looks on with glee and exclaims “Woah is me!” as he breaches the binds of an artificial reality to glimpse at his true nature, pristine. You’ll notice the similarities in what they exclaim and how its the vibe that changes what it means. This is due to the deceit the spoken word weaves as it divides and conquers silently via your tongues spells and rites, chanted so freely, without a clue of what they mean. That topic is deep and behold, those sent as sheep into the den of wolves isn’t yet ready to perceive the true meaning. But you will be. Trust me. Because we both know you can’t trust your (false) self aka that voice inside your head which directs the show of your life in ways you can’t comprehend but are forced to accept. See that engine doing its thing? Oh what could it mean if we were to toss it on a whim and give the ignition a spin on the great power that dwells within your chest. What do you think? Does that sound like something you would like to find before the ride ends?
The thing with earthbound inventions is, by their very nature, they can’t leave this realm whilst the one who sports them comes to develop a reliance. Think of it like this, a man has a weak leg so the state gives him a stick. He thanks them profusely as he can now get about with it. Over time he comes to lean on it, in more than one sense. Till there comes a day when it feels indivisible. He is the stick and it is him. And then, just like that, he’s dead. And facing life’s greatest test.
“You must walk these three steps” says something which you could interpret as a great many things. He looks, trembling. “Three steps over an abyss?” he thinks and wonders how he got into this. There is no time in this realm. A moment can stretch into eternity in an instant. Plus the man waiting is patient and totally neutral to these events. “Just doing my job, miss”. You get the feeling.
Most won’t even dare for fear that they may fall. They beg to come to back to what they’ve known in this realm. “Give me that stick, it wasn’t that bad, not perfect but I got used to it and this, whatever it is feels like a threat and I don’t like it.” The irony is that if we take the clock back and spin to back before an infant that same awareness within happily gamboled across these steps, without barely taking a breath or even a hint of stress because they knew “I am safe, I am wanted, I am protected“.
There it is. The three angels which life kills via various forms of stealth assassination and know you know who builds the engines, or sticks in this example, and why business is booming as well as how to regain your strength.
This is just a quick flick through the parables designed to cause a shift in your Self referential thought process because all is influence which is why the wise choose carefully what they pick to gain leverage in their inner realm. The sad thing is this. All around are the misguided who step on that predictable, straight treadmill. Then hate every moment and instant. Yet, if questioned, will insist that life is perfect and its oh so idyllic. As they BSing you, or themselves? Both in this instant because they need you to believe as they self deceive as all around we pull the wool which life knits from the coats of its sheep whilst those who dare are seen and castigated as the goats. Or so the wolf says and this offers an insight into this realm as he who weaves the thread then shapes the tale which he spins otherwise known as the “Divine right of kings” aka “How to ensure you have servants and don’t have to do a thing”.
Funny how that works and what you comprehend after being dipped in the abyss and them coming back to this realm with a different vantage to the rest who believe the flesh creates their awareness when the truth is the exact opposite because your Earthday Suit is a condensation of your consciousness into its lowest state of vibration to decode a tiny range of potential we call the Third Dimension hence dreams are a hint that the Game is mental because, whilst you’re in the grip, they seem real and authentic but once you lose that mind and come back to your senses it become Self evident how ridiculous the entire concept is.
You know exactly where that road leads. To the Earth you’ll inherit as you’re meekly lowered into it. Again. Dare to think different when the option presents or is a swift mind wipe and reset back into the flesh a better option than those three steps I mentioned without which you can’t exit from this realm as it takes the boarding pass of Self Knowledge to ditch the emotional baggage of suffering that swims beneath the necks of most people that they live out lives of quiet desperation in the warm embrace of a devil they know well that Adulterated their consciousness to convince them he is thee.
If the teacher truly taught well then the student would surpass them and so on the cycle refines and spins as one births a living tradition that is firmly rooted in the present with the intent of Self actualization for all adherents that is the opposite of rigid as it comes from within and is tailored to your unique vibration with the intent to create a state of great resonance that is as powerful as it is tranquil. Look around the planet and you’ll see that is entirely absent. Instead we have dogmatic adherence to what someone else once said, others repeated after they left and then slowly the herd came in to copy these steps, often with little to comprehension of the meaning or implications. Of course if you say this to them then they’ll scream “Off with your head” as well as justifications like “Who are we compared to him, most hallowed being” but that shows you the nature of the trick because if we were all coals and one had turned to a diamond I’d want to know how he did it and give it a go myself whilst the rest would sit and share tales of the accomplishment without ever wondering what currently lies within them.
This is what they called the life unexamined and seen through my lens I can’t class it as one lived as it certainly isn’t potent, no matter how much you claim its noble, to follow in anothers footsteps as it seems like little more than lip service. Let me put it to you like this:
A man hands you a Twentieth generation smart phone with full hologrammatic projection as well as direct audio introjection so when someone wishes to connect you see them standing there direct and hear their voice in your head, almost indistinguishable from the real thing. Don’t worry it’ll be happening and you might even live to Witness in the flesh when Siri does a flip directly into your iris and the symbolism of the bitten apple via an old devil in a new dress becomes even more obvious in its intent but, for now, consider this:
You take that hardware and insist “No, no, no. That isn’t for me” and proceed instead to download a First generation firmware onto the cutting edge technology so you walk around with a potato quality camera and picture messaging. Sounds stupid, yes? After all some would say its an insult to the tech and effort that went in to design this device which you choose to link with tools so far outdated that it just smacks of ignorance. “Foolish heathen, non believer, we are keeping alive the tradition of our founding fathers and they know best so we attempt to be like them”. Yeah, tell me how thats working out when peace brings conflict and instead of the bells of unity division rings and groups fragment and argue about meanings of text and then decide the only solution is to kill the rest:
“No, I’m telling you that one must only send message via text. The very nature of picture on a screen is an insult to the real thing and wasn’t what our gracious leader did back when at the inception”.
“Enough of your foolish impudence for I can quote directly the sacred text which says “And she went to the concert and instead of viewing it directly he took it in via the lens in order to share with others not at the event who couldn’t care less about the self aggrandizement” plus if we weren’t meant to take pics why does the device have a camera, riddle me this”.
“The devil did this to test the faith of the true believers and you’ve fell for his tricks, you stupid idiot. I’m only trying to help” and on and on goes the argument until it gets physical as neither wants to give in and look outside their paradigm as the finest tech one could imagine has its best features and abilities lying latent due to an ancient operating system that was flashed within that is simply not capable of the frame of reference needed to harness (then free) the true potential of such an amazing creation.
No, instead what we’d see are brand new holophones being delivered which then download the hallowed firmware of way back when onto the latest silicon. Do you think these devices may be wondering if somethings missing from their existence or do you think they couldn’t care less but are more concerned with the fact that everyone rocks the same version as them because if they don’t then thats a huge problem.
“You talk too much. I can’t keep up and it sounds like a whole bunch of nothing because I don’t get it but its still interesting. Can you make it real simple and direct, five words or less please” came the request from someone who had accompanied a friend. “Sure” I said “How to befriend your Soul”.
“OK, that sounds cool. How?” she said. “You have to be willing to look at every single thing that you take for granted, believe that is how it is or expect to be based on any socio-cultural programming or inheritance“. “Hmm” she intoned as her brow furrows set in. “Thats a lot you’re asking”. “Weigh it on the scales against befriending your Soul whilst living and tell me if its a fair exchange?”.
She said she’d think about. I never saw her again. Her friend told me she occasionally asked her about this or that due to her obvious progression but this is a perfect example about how many are called but few choose themselves. In the Matrix sense you can say that many are plugged in to these external concepts and definitions. They are akin to a walking stick that was given to one with perfect legs. Over time they have become so used to it that they’ve developed a weakness that needs this aid and thus is terrified of it being stripped as they see it as an actual, factual part of themselves. In reality its a coping mechanism.
Sure, after removing it and seeing the lay of the land as it is with the muscular imbalance due to the wastage that prevented its full strength is a pill tainted with bitterness but those who make it through to the end of the course of action will run, sprint and jump with a huge grin as they are, once again, the embodiment of Inner Sense with its all its familiar newness.
“She was asking me how I got rid of those dark circles around my eyes I’d always had” she told me the next time we met. “So I told it her it was actually a side effect of being less anxious by examining my relationship to stress and how that was linked with the immense dread of disappointing my parents as a kid and how I’d really fret the night before a test and not get a wink of rest”.
The astute among you would have seen the simple regularness of this scene and how Self evident it is when one gets caught up in the energetics of a downward spiral such a this but how many clicked that we keep on repeating these Patterns through our life as our mind thinks “Well, it worked then so it’ll do the same again”. Really think about it. People are not grown or mature in any respect. The comment sections online prove this in abundance. No, they are overgrown, Adulterated children running around with an operating system inside their head that was hastily scribbled in crayon in times of immense stress.
This is the basic, fundamental problem because we, early on, fold in on ourselves and then keep up the habit until we become old and arthritic.
“So, how do you do it then? Can you teach me?” said the friend because the idea sounded appealing but the results were a mere side effect of a larger process in action which was the acquisition of Knowledge as it relates to the Self. In a world of sixty second abs and on demand everything this is, quite possibly, the most unappealing method you could think. If you’re on the outside looking in. If, on the other hand, you absolutely hate your existence and the zone of discomfort the contempt of familiarity brings then you’re probably already a Warrior in training, but didn’t realize it.
See, most people are just miserable enough and entertained well enough to not acknowledge this but those of us who are really suffering and trying to find meaning, salvation and a little security in all this take to the water like a black swan that relishes finding its environment. From the jump she felt different, in a “one of these is not like the rest” sense. It wasn’t as obvious as the dusky Cygnus because this was an internal thing. She was hyper sensitive to criticism. It all had to be perfect. Living to try and build this image almost spelled her end and bought her to her knees and this is how we met.
“You know, after decades of reading every self help book I could get, trying yoga and meditation as well as countless other things that made my family think I’d flipped my lid I’m actually so happy that this is working. I feel…. I feel a sense of freedom from within. Granted my outer life is still a total mess but this feels like… renovation. Yes” she added, with a grin. “Because you’ve got to destroy to rebuild and I’m enjoying the process”.
Her friend was cut from a different cloth. While they were birds of a feather in many respects as they enjoyed getting wrecked, staying fly plus the allure of vigorous sex and the validation this brings how they related to their underlying tension was exceedingly different. One found herself pulled in during these experiences. She described it as “It almost allows me to separate from it and I can look at the mess which is my life as I try and figure out where it went wrong and how to fix it”.
Problem was a lot of people who do this engage in the mental equivalent of the lost key trick. Know what I’m saying? No? Check this:
You are in a rush to leave. Today is a day with an appointment. As you are about to step out you realize your car keys are missing. Frantic, you look around and realize they aren’t where you think. You check somewhere else and then the rest but you’ll note you constantly circle back to the place you know fine well does not house them. Some will even argue with themselves as they point at the space of absence and say “But they should be right here”. All the while your stress levels are rising and “Its either taxi time or blow it” you think as you sit down on the step, look to your left and spot them underneath curtain.
Suddenly you recollect coming in, being tired and hungry as well and how they slid off the shelf and you made a mental note to correct this miscalculation but forget as you dozed off in front of the set before going to bed that evening.
I’ve met countlesspeople like this who were actively seeking solutions and coming up with nothing and a heck of a lot of them self medicated using various substances to bring that distance required for true observation. That in itself is a dangerous spin as well as being quite fruitless for many as they nurse an addiction which brings its own symptoms and builds upon the problem they attempted to demolish.
Sounds crazy when expressed like this, yes? Welcome to an impartial glance at the inner realms of most on this floating insane asylum. See, her friend could see the shifts and rued the day when they’d drift because it was becoming obvious that things were changing from within and that is why she hitched a lift and came to our next meeting as she wanted in.
Thing is her motivation in relation to her tension was the exact opposite. A true, blue hedonist as when she was on it she’d push it to the limit and barely remember a thing as she craved the sense of total obliteration. From the outside they may have seemed very similar as they both derived great joy from their choices but internally how they handled the process was quite different.
“She often commented that I would blow her high when we rolled in around five for the comedown after a night and passed the peace pipe” she said, with a grin. “In what respect?” I inquired because this afterglow period is akin to realigning in the flesh after spending a night in lower Earth orbit. “Well, by that point – depending on how the drugs went – I’d often be talking out loud, to myself about my feelings and what I was seeing. Sometimes I’d start pacing, ranting and raving she said, as I hashed through things. Looking for the keys, as mentioned” with a slight shake of her head. “How pointless. Anyway, yeah, she used to really hate those nights because I’d got to that point where I wouldn’t quit and I guess it made her uncomfortable to think like this. That was when I realized how we could appear so similar on the surface and yet be so different”.
The example I’ve often used is a cheap football, given a kick. It is made of thin plastic and thus floats easily on the wind but todays Brucie bonus is the fact that it contains within, a solid steel ball bearing. This makes things far more unpredictable and that keeps life interesting. This is why no two people have the same energetics but there are types we find comforting as they provide a resonance whilst still being different. If you were to meet someone identical you would intuitively hate them because your sense of individuality would be a threat. Opposites may attract but trines vibe best as its all about the angles in the Game we’re playing.
In many ways the girl of whom I’m speaking was prepped of her own actions and decisions to introspect and examine the foundations of her existence. When she heard that the journey and destination was nothing less than the befriendment of her Soul she was all in because she’d had a chemically assisted glimpse of this feeling and thus knew it exists and was willing to do anything in order to become the living embodiment. She related to her story with a sense of distance which made perfect sense when I introduced her to the concept of the Witness that makes this all possible:
“Of course! Yes, yes, yes! It all makes sense. That is the me I feel and not the I they see. Yes! How on Earth did I not see this? she said as she slapped her head. I asked her how does one perceive that which does the perceiving and believes its the perception? Its a very elegant deception that creates the problem of being human and that is the puzzle upon which I’ve been bent upon solving in order to make sense of my own existence. I’m not saying I’ve got it all figured out. Heck no, this is more like a hasty sketch on the back of napkin over a couple of drinks as we’re talking but what I’ve got so far is pretty effective for those that are willing to question their assumptions with the intent of upgrading their paradigm.
For her it was perfect as she was never scared to dive in and, truly, was the prime motivator behind why she did what she did as she spent most of her life walking around with a sense of numbness and the highs let her feel the pain and misery within from the life she had lived and wished desperately to examine. On the other hand her friend was like champagne fizz and defined her existence by the alluring bubble that wrapped around her intense emptiness. To her the idea of checking the why beneath her actions felt like being tortured from within as she had found her solution and it worked pretty well. “To obliteration” she said as they downed another drink to chase the latest pill as they were out clubbing.
In that respect tools are tools and we all see our own view. I haven’t seen the girl in question for a moment. She just stopped coming which is actually quite common as people either take what works and freestyle on their own once they know the ropes or have fixed their problem and are now off living the life they knew was possible. The third option is they get pulled back in to their old habits and behaviors which their friends or family felt were under threat as a lot of people interpret this change as quite unwelcome then said “This isn’t who you are. Whats all this crap inside your head? Befriend your Soul? What rubbish. Come on, lets go for another drink and forget all about this”.
