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To enter the Center you must first know where it is. Do you know where yours is? I’ll tell you where most peoples is, in this day and age, and it certainly isn’t within. Nope, its on a screen, in a feed, some Ones and Zeroes on a screen, in what someone else thinks, someone else said, whatever they were told to be by edicts issued, back when. “Anywhere but Self” is the song the Slaves sing and they can’t wait for this form of parasitical Thunking to infect the next generation they bring in so they too can be miserable as them.

There is a distinct deficit of real on the scene and thus nothing unique because everything ends up being a copy of something inauthentic. The power of “Follow me” is that which enSlaves as it promises to set free because it means you don’t have to do the work when it comes to uncovering what lies beneath the stories you internally weave as they deceive to achieve ultimate supremacy over your state of being. Really stop and think about this. Why in the hell would you accept the purported authority or expertise of you from anything beside Self?

Sounds like a Slave to me, wouldn’t you agree? The Warrior instead asks “Who perceives?” and thus steps on the Path of Power and all that means. Simultaneously society screams “No, don’t go, please don’t leave!” because its an all or nothing deal, peep:

If there are thirteen people in the world and they are all centered around one who leads and use that as reference points for their identity then they will all be happy. Provided the one in charge comes from the heart which, in that situation at least, he wouldn’t be because if he were he’d show them the route to unmask that which they call “Me” as they feelsee the true basis of reality ergo we’d meet a bakers dozen that were all the same, yet different, as they’d done the Knowledge and comprehended their inner realms and the fact the outer was simply a projection from within. This is Centering. Not spoken so much these days and demonstrated even less as people, en masse, are co-dependent wrecks that have been trained to point outside of themselves at labels and symbols as they beat their chest and say “I am this!”. But they aren’t. Not one bit. Address this schism in the human psyche and its akin to removing a spiritual prism that splits the pure light of consciousness into many different bands. Keep it in and watch the conflicts that have been building for millennia reach their inevitable conclusion as the next generation wage their wars not with planes and bombs but sticks and stones. Yet again. Till they do it all over again before hitting another reset. But you don’t hear me though…

Why? Because people are quick to give their power away as they are scared of responsibility it brings as a Warrior accepts the logic that if all plays out inside his awareness then he truly interacts with aspects of his Self ergo why get mad at what you don’t comprehend and prolong the conflict when the key lies in comprehension which brings transcendence. Imagine the twelve drones and one queen are happy with how they be. The rest don’t question the script they were handed as they buzz, this and that-away, as they chase the nectars and royal jellies that aren’t meant for them. Even though they’re instrumental in making it all happen. This type of thought is not encouraged or even possible because they are all of one mind, one script, one program that defines them. Interesting, isn’t it that if you take the spell “Government” and break it down to its components it says “Mind control by steering from the rear”. In that respect it does exactly what it says on the tin because one of the oldest “myths” on the planet is that of the two faced, potentially divine or maybe devilish being they called the Trickster who flashes his wings of blue and red and leads the rest on a trek that may or may not be to their advantage as that depends on their perception and participation as there are various clues and hints laced within the performance. Like, say, poli ticks literally meaning “Many leeches”. Do you believe in coincidence, my friend? That spell doesn’t exist in a Warriors lexicon as we “Go in, see dense” instead. Remember, words are weapons and thoughts are things. Back to the bees, for a moment:

Lets pretend they’re all happy with the script that was force fed into their heads which tells them the way it is. Imagine one of the workers decides he wants to be free. Somehow he clicks that there is way more to this thing called reality than the thin slice he perceives as he floats, that way and this, on his pollination mission. This internal gnosis is at odds with what the voice in his head says to direct his awareness and thus it starts chafing as the old splinter of the mind kicks in and he senses he may not be as free as they told him. “After all” he reasons “If I were then why is life so regimented? Why do we rush around like we’re headless and totally under the influence of one who sits and does nothing? What does she get out of this? Why is it obvious there is a long and short end of the stick and us pillocks get the pointy one with no other option present?”.

Can you imagine how his peers would react to this train of thinking? They’d suspect he’s flipped his lid because they do not have such options in their head. He, instead, looks at the lights thats flash their bioluminescent signals to get their attention and he can’t help but ponder “Who created this realm of which we decode a tiny aspect? With what intent? For what reason?“. He finds that the more he resists the suggestions in his head the more stressed he gets until, one day, he realizes that that too is simply an option from a myriad and next time it starts suggesting he rejects the presence and says “No thanks, you can keep that way of Thunking” as he starts to comprehend there is some prime intelligence that courses within him that makes all of this possible. The rest of his friends are talking about him and, as intended, the queen notices the whispers and calls him in for a private session. “What is all this nonsense I’m hearing? There is an order to all of this. Know your position and play it or there are countless others who can manifest and be glad to fit in to such a well oiled System that has ticked on for generations. You’re going to mess all of this up with these stupid concepts you’re entertaining inside your head because if they were worth your consideration they’d already have been present. Can’t you see this? You were always were my favorite. Come back to the fold, leave this new style of thinking. It doesn’t suit you and its not intended or worth it”.

The manipulation is on full tilt because, unbeknownst to him, the other eleven of his brethren are secretly camped out as well with one thought buzzing around their heads. “One of us, one of us, one of us” as they find an immense sense of comfort is under threat by this one who dared to think different and actually question the script they were handed. On top of this the queens presence is almost hypnotic and she uses this to her advantage because they are, after all, beings of resonance and thus what comes natural is easily exploited. Just at that moment a little boy throws a rock at their nest. There is chaos and they fly outside to see what happens. The distraction allows them to skim over what occurred as they have a greater threat to focus their attention. Kind of like COVID or fake aliens bearing gifts. You’ll see it when it happens or by their fruits shall ye know them as they might have, long ago, already landed and created a stealth infiltration by offering false promises and artificial salvation that simply services their own needs like High School kids bullying Kindergarten students for their milk money then threatening them to keep it a secret. Have you ever wondered about the nature of that spell? A garden to grow children? Doesn’t that sound a tad ominous like we’re being farmed or something? Not to mention “Human Resources” and the various other hints about this global plantation.

See, this worker bee he thinks, deeply. He sees the world as it is then asks “What if?”. “What makes her different? Why are we orbiting around her? Could I not Centered in my Self? What is a Self? Why do I feel capable of far more than what life has handed as a script and says “This is it!” when all around me are loads of clues and hints that seem designed to make me think and reach a higher state of consciousness?”. It privately ponders as it goes about its biz. Even with humans, outside we all make look similar and have a standard frame but its what inside that defines the territory and, in my imperience, Slaves are literally all the same because they have no Knowledge of the inner plane and so won’t question to escape because they don’t know whats to gain. Nor whats at stake. Its the equivalent of magnolia walls and white drapes for the vast majority of the race with an identical construction of their inner realms for vast regions of the populace that are plugged in to these forces that demand you place your source inside them and not Self.

Misery lxves company which is why inspiration occurs alone. These thoughts buzz around his dome till one day, when him and his friend are floating on a mission he pours out his thoughts. What this all means, the inkling he has of things could be different and hears “Woah! I don’t care and don’t want to know. We’ve got a good thing on the go, its the way it has been and I hope it stays so forever more. Why do you want to rock the ship when we’re enjoying the voyage?”.

“Don’t you wonder? don’t you think? What makes her different? Whats inside her head and chest that isn’t in mine? Or could be? What if I could design a greater life for all of beekind?”.

“Man, you’re crazy. Don’t start spewing this madness once we’re back inside, alright? The queen won’t like it and besides, if she wanted us to think like this she’d have told us so this obviously isn’t part of her design and, admit it, its working out pretty fine. We’ve got some decent lives. Some order and others move, everyone knows what and when to do and we stick together like glue to protect the one who sets the rules, cool?”.

“Yeah, I guess” he says as he learns to keep his thoughts to himself. But the thing with nascent awareness is once its been lit its nigh on impossible to plunge back into the engineered darkness within because its glow brings a sense of enlightenment as bits of the puzzle of life suddenly start to click. Things that previously seemed like random coincidence are now pregnant with symbolism that seems stupidly obvious as, all along, the missing link was within. “My presence is a vital part of the equation” he thinks as he starts comprehending the true nature of the realm and the power of the consciousness he’s been gifted.

“Whats wrong with you? You seem.. different” the queen says, as she gives him a glance like she’s appraising him. He breaks out into a sweat “Nothing, noting at all” he says with obvious ambivalence. “Don’t I look out for your best interests? Keep you nurtured and fed? You protect, I lead and merrily we all speed to the place we’re supposed to be”.

“As decreed by thee” he whispers to himself quietly.

“What was that? Hmm, speak!” she demands and thats when he sees:

She knows she is weak and her democracy is actually tyranny designed to keep us beneath by raising her up, artificially. He decides to take his opportunity “Without us you’re nothing, we do all the work, you just speak. Resting all the time as we toil to make the honey. What makes you so different from me or him or she?”. The other bees are crowding round now, this is something they’ve never seen and as much as they don’t want to look they can’t take their eyes off the scene as he strikes a chord of resonance, something that they’d hidden deep as it speaks of a world so evident that was previously unspoken and thus unseen. Slowly within these drones once again glow the ember of individuality.

The queen? What can she do at this point but enforce tyranny. “Bees, I demand you kill this man. Right now, immediately. He is a threat to the colony and we can’t have that, no indeed”. The bees look at each other and buzz around nervously. See inside they’re thinking “He does raise good points and I don’t feel like killing he because thats not what I’m about, know what I mean?“. Externally they say nothing because their Center isn’t in Self so they feel weak without her resonance that beams its signals into their heads with a droning insistence to do as instructed.

“Ohm can’t we just go back to how it was when we’re a team? You, stop being silly and don’t ever dare to speak to the queen so foolishly. She does it all for us and whatever it is I’m sure its not easy” says one, passionately.

“But thats the point, you bootlicking drone, all you know how to do is grovel at the throne because thats what you’ve been taught all along. To repeat and conform, “Do as I say” makes me sick to my core because that which was always within says different as it urges me to go it alone so I reject her suggestions. Who knows, I may find a grander throne? What if we were born to be something so much more and now we’ve been fooled to perform in roles that they dare not call Slavery when it is. Its so obvious. We put the effort in, take all the risks and she lives well, creaming off a percent and getting all of the best whilst we get nothing. We’re replaceable, one is the same as the others and you don’t think its strange? Like we are shaped and molded. Programmed” he adds as he looks around at the audience.

The bees are gobsmacked. They find themselves standing at a point on a map they’d tried hard to deny exists but now they can’t as they finally see what was always in front of them. These simple questions made something sing that had been obscured by a noiZ since they were kids and one piped up and said “I’ve felt like this before. I feel whole, its different. Its like there is a new power in my wings and its source springs from within my chest and not the voice in my head with its previous insistence that went unquestioned. I wonder, what is the meaning?”.

“Good, good my friend. Wonder away and tell me what comes next because we’re finding out what was always present and how simple it seems when our very lives aren’t based upon peering through anothers lens as we attempt to conform to their expectations where no original thought is allowed or encouraged”.

“Aghhhh!!!” one of them screams and flips his lid “Please, I beg. Cease” he dares not tell them he sees dead bees and has been trying to keep a lid on his insanity by filling his life with monotony instead as daily he repeats “I place my trust in the queen and she defines my reality. If she doesn’t speak on these spectral influences I sense then they must not exist because my faith is total”.

“There there, come to me” says the regal bee. “Shame on you, troublemaker, how dare you make your fellow feel weak. See this is why you need me and why he, he represents a tyranny that I keep you safe from because without me you would be nothing, gone. I am the “I am…” and you are the “i shall” that listens to my commandments. Problem?”

“Yes, yes there is. Who says it goes like this because I feel different. Better yet lets ask the kids as they aren’t yet plugged in to your network of “How to Thunk and get ahead”“. He looks around at his fellow bees “Can’t you see? It’s obvious. If we ask any one of them who is the Center of everything they’d say “Me, of course, its how I keep balance. Imagine trying to fly with a Center thats not within. Sounds impossible doesn’t it? Now, does it make sense why your mind doesn’t soar high and instead drags along the pavement as you place it within someone elses concepts? Someone whose intent you’re unaware of because your conscious is squared off and thus you keep circling, hoping one day it feels round again and the best you’ll get it a hexagon where some parts touch but there is still something missing. This, this is it my friends, the missing link in full effect because our development is arrested to further another plans. Intentionally crippled and offered limiting options as a script that must never be questioned or challenged. This is obvious to us in the lands of man with their myriad System of influence but here, once again, its the same thing. The most powerful thing in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed” he says as he looks around at the crowd forming.

Some are worried, others stressed, a couple feel so vindicated because they knew all along something was wrong but couldn’t put their finger on it nor did they dare speak about it but now its said and in the open they feel less of a target so chip in:

“Yeah, when we were kids you were raised differently and I used to think “Why not me?” but until he spoke of these deeds I thought I was alone in my own version of reality”.

“That is exactly it my friend, so exactly. See we trade our own unique way of being for a domination hierarchy and in order for one to lead the others must secede their very notion of being free. Of course, no one does this voluntarily so they deceive with methods which train us to be counter to our natural proclivities. Ever wonder why they speak of it as “second nature” and why that comes so easily? What is prime state then? Its why I say its this that we’re discovering today that has always been hidden beneath the fear of being me and how easy it is to just fit in and do what everyone else told me. Come to think it, we’ve been selling our Souls. Our minds mined for their internal gold of which the honey is simply a show of what is happening at the depths as we are far grander and much more capable than you suspect”.

“Can’t we all just get along? We had such a happy home. Why did you have to talk? Couldn’t you have kept it in like before?”.

“See, look at this. This is what happens when you’re not Centered in your Self. She looks at the queen, sitting there in anguish, as every word from my lips is a threat to the (false) self serving kingdom she’s built and this… this servant feels her pain more than she does herself. Know why? Because its a threat to the story she tells herself. Of why she gifts the best and is left with the dregs. Its the only way to make sense and him” he says pointing at one who flipped his lid “He already knew this long before this tiff. I could feel it in his presence. His immense strain at keeping it in because I know you see things different but are petrified of the images that pop into your head so you try and repress them instead of listening to their message. Whatever it is its probably way different from my lens and that is what so interesting because if we were all Centered in Self and then exchanged notes on whats present imagine the kind of world we could build and gift to our kids instead of enrolling them in a System designed to profit off them by keeping them locked in to the hexagonal way of being. Freedom comes from within. Anything else is Slavery by another name using chains we’re trained to pretend are invisible”.

The bees all murmur their assent because they know they’d much rather have any other life or potent for their seed than the one they are themselves currently present. They too have noticed the glow and flow their descendants are born with. “We should ascend” says the bee who was mentally sensitive due to his nervous system. “I’ve thought this since I was small. I have wings and yet it feels like around my feet are boots of lead that prevent me from being the best. The children don’t have them but once they’re done and programmed you can see them. At least I can, I think. I try not to as it hurts my head and thats on top of life’s pressures as well”.

“My friend, I’m glad you said this. Life feels like its glazed with a layer of anxiety spread thin, yes” he looks around and they all nod their heads. “Thats the trick, my friends, because under the fear is our purpose, our grand meaning in this realm and there is no way we’ll find this by sticking to the script we’ve been programmed with since kids as that only propagates the System as it leaps from one generation to the next and foists its whims into the heads and will brook no discussion or introspection from the unwilling participants that are drafted in to the conditioning”.

“Of course”.

“It’s so obvious”.

“Why did I not think…”.

“Because you don’t, any more. Once upon a when, you did but they drilled it out of your head and replaced it with boredom that became compliant instead. It all comes down to the Center. If it isn’t in your Self than can you truly claim you live and have free will?“. “No, because anything less means you’re a puppet. A drone, an extension of how someone else thinks who exists more for them that to actualize themselves than assist in your progress as its all about them, from the beginning till the end”.

“Yes, this is starting to make more sense” one of the holdouts says.

“Oh don’t you think like them, they’re just a bunch of silly rabble rousers intent on ruining everything. We had it good, it wasn’t bad nor perfect but our needs were met. We had some fun as well and our queen always protects our interests”.

“Her interests” he says. “Her interests are what we protect so anything she extends to us in for her benefit. If you know this and acquiesce you are Slave to your ignorance and thats based on a fear of being your Self. Some folks need Masters to to tell them what to think. Terrible state of affairs but that is how it is”.

“Self, Self, Self. You know what you sound like? Selfish, you prick. Now if you want to leave then why don’t you buzz off then and we’ll see of what you’re capable. Or stay here, stacked in the blocks of this psychosocial pyramid as you’ve said because my queen brings the light and I’m with her till the end because what you’re saying makes no sense and makes me feel stressed. When I close my eyes I see only darkness within and therefore she is my guidance and I’ve never really like you “my friend” so I’m glad I got this off my chest. So, like dyslexic dialysis why don’t you off piss?””

The protagonist chuckles to himself “You always were a kowtowing simpleton and you know this. Listen I’m not here for attacks, they serve no purpose because us fighting within ourselves unravels the very thread of the course we’re on but what I am saying is this – to whose plan and intent is this potential being weaved and what part do we play in all of this? If we silently acquiesce, going along with no questions or querying that which makes no sense? Well then you know what they say about good intent and the road it paves to hell, yes?”.

“Hell? Hell? Boy do you even know what hell is? I survived the drought of Ninety Six so I won’t hear none of this. My queen tell me and I will this instant kill him”.

“Calm yourself, Sir, you have enough difficulty breaking wind let alone my wings, my neck or anything else. It is what it is. Listen, why are we fighting because in that she benefits from the displaced aggression toward her being vented on people who say things that make us feel discomfort as this whole thing lifts the lid on something we’ve all know, most felt and yet none dare express:

Why is my life like this? Like I’m being dealt the bottom hand from the deck because even when I win it feels like I’m losing? Well I stand here and say this: We are losing. Losing who are within, that ever elusive Self that once you grip”.

“Feels absolutely wonderful” says he who all around sees the spirits of the dead, the bees which lived and fell and they whisper things in his head. Things he’s never read or been told by the System and yet seem Self evident which is why he tries to spend as much time by himself “Its like all of the planets have aligned and it is for me they spin. I know, a grandiose way of thinking but its how it felt and its so amazing. There was a lift in my wings, my insides were singing in silence. Another contradiction which means if you can’t relate you know not what it means to be free. I know of what he speaks because of where he dreams I’ve been and it almost killed me keeping it in as I could feel the chains of this tyranny in a System which trains you to be weak by various forms of underhanded deceit and trickery to keep those who are the same but raised a more refined way at the wheel of a ship that was built to keep us as far as possible from a true sense of Self and being Centered within as we, instead, accept their programming and keep buzzing, that way and this” and with that he leaves. “I need some time and space to be by myself”.

“With your Self, my friend, so glad that we met” says the one who started all of this.

Around him some scream and wail, they are writhing in pain and it feels so immense. Like they’re nearly dead because their sacred concepts are under threat. The handful that never liked the roles in which they found themselves are feeling something else instead. “A sparkling light is the only way to adequately express the feels” says he who was sitting, listening intently to the scene that played out among the bees.

“Yes, yes its just like that. Mine feels like gold with a few threads of lilac thrown in between”.

“I know exactly what you mean, its like I’m flying inside infinity as I sit here, listening to you speak. Its strange and exhilarating, I need to leave” and with that another gone. Gone to find themselves and shake off the externally induced treachery as now they have an inner guide, they are Centered in me and not the very concept of a queen and all that that means as they’ve been taught to be. Instead they are, once again, open and in a prime state of awareness that asks questions and formulates solutions via open discussion and the sharing of concepts”.

And so on, on that day, the bees Witnessed a quantum leap of what it means to be who they are in this reality. Now, lets skip forth to another scene in which the ascendants of these originals meet:

“Peace, King”.

“Peace, Queen, tell me whats the deal?”

“Todays mathematics reveal that the nature of reality we perceive is indeed based on the hexagon and what it means is that when two hyper-dimensional triangles meet the space they create, above and beneath, is the land we wander in among the wolves, as lost sheep”.

Man, I bet you didn’t know bees could get that deep? Thats why I called those who came after ascendants as they don’t kneel at the feet of mental midgets that enforced the previous generations tyranny. No, they were taught to lead by fully embracing whats unique and taking the Path of Power where it leads and then sharing freely what they meet to help each other along their respective Journey. They slide between roles as the moment calls for as they exist in a state of flow, at one with a silent presence that permeates the realms that they couldn’t picture living without as its all they have known. It was present when they were born before another usurped its role and issued its edicts to erect a new paradigm inside their awareness that worked on imitation and editing via a subtle form of corruption that said “All are equal but she is more equal than the rest” in the shape of a pyramid when, in reality, they’re all about the golden circle, as they’ve done the Knowledge.

Centered in Self means you know your worth can’t be measured in dough, nor is it seen in a photo or doing as another says. Its something you discover by diving deep within your Self. As the bees illustrate there is an obvious System which exists to define and mainly ensure its own survival in this realm whereas the potential within can be used to achieve anything we wish, as illustrated by the ascendants who were raised free of being told how to Thunk and instead actually did it for themselves and followed their threads of awareness back beyond this realm to the cosmos in which they dwelled as something truly magnificent that was, in that instant, obsessed and fixated on thinking “I wonder how a bee feels as it lives and does its thing”.

The Game of Souls, has you my friend. Everything is conscious but not all are aware of this. Fewer still unwrap the gift of the present moment that makes them multidimensional as they’re too busy buzzing, that way and this, according to the programming that says “Do this to get that and then you’ll be content”. Even though that never, ever happens.

Thats going a bit further beyond the outlined paradigm but thats only to give a hint that the Path of Power has no end. With the mindset of Incremental Betterment there are always discoveries and the evolution they bring as information pours in and we grow into who we are and were meant, who we’d be without outside interference that instills second nature with the intent of controlling, altering then deleting what is primal. Maybe thats just part of the challenge. I’ve said that the Game meets you on your own level before and some may feel out of their depth at this statement whilst others may be rejoicing as its the proclamation for which they were waiting as they’d already started to loosen the shackles of socially sanctioned programs that buzzed around in their heads since they were installed, back when.

The most beautiful thing is the benefits the System bought still exist. They just chopped the corruption off at its head so it can no longer seep in its noxious influence to keep itself the leader of the realm from one generation to the next whilst the rest perish. Instead everyone does everything and they do it really well because they put the effort in as they’re doing it for themselves and everyone else thats Centered in Self because the truth is Self evident hence their new modes of meeting and greeting:

“You are another me, together we” is what is said by these ascendants who are aware that the cosmic hologram they’re within possess no depth without their participation and thus they are far more capable than they ever suspected as they’re not bees having a spiritual experience but pure consciousness that is projected into this realm to manifest as everything when, in effect, they are none of this as they’re just visiting and that, that my friends, is from where spring the wings of higher dimensional perception that are your true birth right and inheritance and this offers hints about why the System is how it is because those who wish to rule over the rest only do so because they’re stranded and can’t get back out again but that is their story and I’ll let them tell it. Which won’t happen so don’t hold your breath.

Till we meet again

Everyone against anyone is the war thats coming. Their feature presentation, if you will. Its a choice. An option. Instead we can reject, hit eject on the script and bop to the lobby instead and find Knowledge of Self, waiting. The treat you eat during lifetimes that makes it all make sense.

You can see the battle lines have been drawn, the pieces have been set, the wheels are in motion. Only you can stop it. I say that to say this:

None of this could happen on the external terrain if the seed wasn’t already germinated within because that is the true plane of cause in this realm. Conquer your mind and the world has no choice but to acquiesce because to who has heard the Psylense the cosmos surrenders.

There is another way you can look at this. Consider it being lead by ill example which teaches you what not to do by making you do it. The rub is they’ll never mention this. Not before, during or after. Matter of fact they’ll flip, turn, twist and edit the narrative as much as they can until they get you to the point where you think your ancestors are wicked heathens as venerate symbols of your own oppression as the way to freedom.

The Game is deep.

I wasn’t given any option but to swim as I was thrown in the ocean as a jit where the sharks were waiting. And yet, against all odds, I survived. Mastered the elements and came to tell you this:

Everyone against anyone is the war thats coming.

Break the cypher and decode the meaning to glimpse the truth of what I’ve said because its you, your false and real Self that are battling in this. Consider the prototypical angel and devil perched on your shoulders putting their little bit in and then wonder why no one ever questions who is the man in the middle? “Ahaaaa!… Ahaaa!” they said as the waggled their finger. Most miss the point and thats the nature of the trick because if we’re walking through a forest of ignorance then Knowledge of Self is a sword made of liquid. An unbreakable strength with an unmatchable flex.

I’m speaking of Inner Sense.

The glow all babies possess when they step into this realm. The same thing that sits caged inside your chest whilst you listen to an imposter perched in the cell of your Mind Made Prison that is telling you, at this very instant, “Why are you listening to this mess? He’s talking a whole bunch of BS. Lets do something else” and other such things. Like the angel and devil, who is listening? Know this:

You are the thinking, the thinker, the thought.
You are the seeker, the seeking, the sought.

Looking for solutions outside your Self means you’ll only find problems that manifest as others doing the same fingers as they couldn’t decode the message of unfoldment:

Three point in at the cause as one extends for effect saying “Them, they did this. They are the problem. Once we kill them then it will all be bliss”.

Won’t happen. Can’t happen as the shattered can only beget fragments as they shatter the next gens Inner Sense and render them just like them. Are you starting to see the picture I’m painting?

The world and its conflicts are merely a reflection, a transmission, of the war that rages within the people living in it. Therein lies the problem because they think they are of, not in. Big difference in projection as that is akin to realizing there is no point yelling at the TV set if you don’t like the image. Instead, get up and change the program. In this case, go within and examine your concepts because if the sensory equipment you’re using to decode reality is faulty and being used as weapon of ignorance against your own best interests, how could you tell?

By their deeds shall ye know them and history bleeds wounds blood red which it then drapes in BS. Thats Belief System aka mental programming aka your wetware operating system which itself was hacked and exploited. You don’t realize this yet. At least, not on a conscious level. Your Inner Sense knows full well what I’ve said is just how it is but it has no mouth and you can’t hear its silent screaming. Well, I can. Its most uncomfortable to know my people are suffering all over the planet due to their investments in delusions that generate confusion designed to have them fighting illusions. Let me give you a preview so you can see it before it happens:

Black vs White. East vs West. Secular vs Religion. Call it whatever you wish, its along these lines the wars will be waged until its everyone against anyone. Now, lets imagine the final solution rolls out just as intended and one chosen group has wiped out all of the rest. All around are cadavers that were murdered to death in a bloodlust frenzy that can only be whipped up by those convinced they’re righteous. Side note, its crazy how wicked the good intentioned can get when they believe spiritual benevolence is riding with them. They’ll get so devilish and justify it real quick. Shoulders and the one sitting between, remember? You are the Witness.

Now, everyone else is dead. There is one nation, one tribe, one gang who still stands at the end. Their standards are set, their flags waving and their name is the one on the lips of all who sing the tales of their conquest. How long do you think that will last? See the war may have been “won” (if that is how you define it) but the people are what they are and thus still ignorant of themselves. Within a while, be it long or virtually instant, the remainder will fragment into two divisions. Those who believe it should be this and those who opine it should be different. Each will have convincing rhetoric, large weaponry or shiny trinkets. Whatever they need to ensure people resonate with what they’re saying. Then two tribes go to war and we start, all over again.

In the process, from the rubble, a phoenix will give birth to itself from the embers of a ruined civilization as wars that were waged in tech are rekindled in spirit using rocks and sticks. As the clock ticks people will discover what was forgotten and think they made it fresh as they create another world which looks suspiciously like one that sits under the oceans and polar crusts at the moment. Then when they reach the end of the era of carbon and silicon waits in the wings, rubbing its non corporeal hands at the thought of getting to manifest and wreak its own brand of havoc again, there will be a man sitting somewhere typing a verse that flows just like this.

We have done this over and over and over again.

As a collective we are stuck in the realm as we haven’t passed the test of being in the world but not of it. The true fight is within. Its against forces of corruption that present themselves as bastions of good faith, inherited ignorance that masquerades as wisdom as well as an unwillingness to change the way you’re playing the Game even though the results you crave never, ever came that way. Nor can they. If you wish to cook a specific dish you need the correct ingredients, yes? Fighting for peace is akin to raping to secure virginity. The very act a defilement of what it purports to protect but you’ve got to see beyond the wetware that churns in your head and directs your Witness with the bittersweet nothings it whispers as your Opponent pretends to be you, you the one whos unfinite presence is currently wearing the flesh and playing the Game of Souls without a clue of the true nature of this realm.

Its deeper, and simpler, than most suspect but conflict is what beats in the chest of those disconnected from affection as they miss what they once felt and think the blame rests in someone else when all they have to do is look within, clear out the interlopers, reclaim the Kingdom and rebuild the garden as once your heart beats in resonance with the Psylense, the prime, the zero point of origin then what I’ve said isn’t some glyphs on a plane that are decoded by your brain to impart meaning. No. Its an imperience. Something ineffable, irreplicable and unexplainable. In that sense its akin to having the worlds most vivid dream that rapidly recedes as you try and share the sentiment with someone else who simply cannot grasp the strings at which you’re clutching.

Imagine instead you could use a machine that allowed them to feel what you did in their own way, from their own frame of reference. Afterwards he’d grin and say “Yeah, I get it” as you both tried to build and piece together fragments of imperience and higher dimensional perception to create a living framework of guidance. This was the beginning of the first religion and that’s why women were worshipped as life, once upon a when, was exceedingly different. Then language kicked in. They don’t call it a spell for nothing as before that we talked in pictures because we were much more conscious and sensitive. The current generation is akin to being born wearing welding mitts hence no fine motor control or subtle sensing is even an option. For those like my Self that wander around this realm melting their Pane Body the hurt can be so intense as you feel anothers suffering in a way they’ll deny to the end is even happening. It is though. Their deeds verify this as people are attempting to scratch an itch by rubbing on a mirror which reflects then wondering why nothing happens beyond an increasing sense of frustration.

Truth of the matter is the shiny thing within, their Inner Sense, was broken as jits and that is the root of all of this conflict. There are forces who know this and profit from their prophets which are used to set one nation against the next. That is the script they’ve written. I’m here to tell you there are other options. Considering them needs a mind that is willing to flex but then its a marker of intelligence whether one can handle even entertaining something that contradicts what they believe it is. The Pane Body, the Opponent and his various agents are fantastic at disguising their presence and using tricks that has you signing checks they’ve written which they cash at your expense.

Its the perfect confidence trick. Billions served daily. Worst thing is those who are taken for a ride by this refuse to see it because if their investment is questioned so is their intelligence and they’d rather die than admit this.

Everyone against anyone is the war thats coming. The trick is to remember it is just this and make better decisions by questioning the narrative as you gain Knowledge of Self by peering within because the truth of the matter is this war rages, constant, in every moment as you are a people, not a person, my friend but thats another topic as its ignorance of this which will cause the eventual over spill that manifests as beef, served quick, with a two piece and biscuit across continents.

Billions will be served, daily.

Till we meet again

“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?

Till we meet again

Man is pulled in many directions by both forces outside and within. Each come with their own imperative and intent for what they wish to achieve but what none of them will say nor admit (and actually perish the thought entering your awareness) is that they work by deception which makes you think their wish is your commandment. Like a genie in the flesh. Far more mundane than the alleged fairy tale but the pieces all fit and the script is flipped for your unfinite conscious is hyper-conducted by the carbon based instrument known as the Earthday Suit in order for you to imperience the holographic symphony known as the Game of Souls.

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:

If I were to offer you freedom and and then placed a ball and chain around your leg you would think it quite ridiculous as the presence of the action contradicts the experience. And yet if all around you people were flapping their arms in joy saying “I fly, I fly, I am filled with spirit” as they simultaneously dragged around their leg you would more than certainly acquiesce. This is illustrated well in the tale of the Emperor and his invisible threads because one thing can be made to seem another if it is stated with authority and followed along wholeheartedly with the plebs. Thing is the bare cheeked effrontery of this entire premise is exposed instantly when it pours into the awareness of one who still possess Inner Sense and that kindles an awakening in the rest who suddenly become aware of how ridiculous the entire thing is.

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!

Till we meet again