Trying to Get It Center This Time

Can you imagine you live, die, come back again and step into another version of the script you just left? This is the Deja Vu Principle in full effect and, to me, its a fate worse than death because it feels so correct. What if, overall, we’re all doing the same thing like a multicellular organism that moves on ratchets and ticks to the spec of a blind watchmakers whims who’ll accept nothing less than pure perfection but the most ironic thing is:

How can he tell?

What if thats the test? The creation on the basics is what restores his resonance ergo its a zero sum game which, with a sense of the ironic, we can only win by inserting a non into it which, once again, is the tele/microscope in full effect. I’m drifting between dimensions as I type this. I’ve lived so many lives to get to this resonance. Suddenly it all makes sense.

Imagine an atom as a family that dwells in a state of incoherence. You have the Sun, blazing, that dominates everything else and, secretly, consumes what it nourishes. The moon looks on with a practiced diffidence that hides a raging intolerance along with immense tenderness as well. Told you its a Game of three halves, my friend. Saturn sits at a distance, forced to be something he isn’t and never wished to animate but fate played the hands that were dealt a certain way. Mars is battle torn, world weary and all alone. Venus became scorched and an old Earth no one now calls a home. Nobody speaks of the silent seed that died a violent death and was ripped to shreds in front of them. Jupiter laughs at a distance as he knows what time it is whilst Mercury runs from pillar to post and back again, constantly trying to help the rest get the message…

Now lets pretend the same thing was equally tempered instead and due to this resonance we find a reverse cascade effect that restores a rent in spacetime itself which causes all to, once again, ascend into a state of coherence which grants an old blind man the youthful elixir and third eye vision he’s coveted since he lent his gifts to kids who drove it all straight to hell.

Like I said, it all makes perfect sense now. Lucky are you all that dwell in ignorance, choose not to Know the Ledge and accept the reality that they sell. For them I can see why they do it. People are easier to manage when you have ways and means of showing them that something outside of them is the problem which, in the end, is a mission, impossible, to fix. Unless you transcend… Ironically (pun intended) that is the upside of this stage of the Game as its not only the most dense and intense as Spirit dips to its lowest resonance but the rest are such mindblowingly psychedelic bliss trips that no one in their right mind would wish to dip to the exit.

There are no mistakes that matter. Except the mistake that made matter, that is. Suddenly, it all makes sense. Reality management, all of it. The need for lies and deception, the seeming wickedness. What the hell am I doing in the middle of all of this? The more I Know the Ledge the less ground manifests under my feet which means, in another realm, I’m obviously ascending my consciousness. Is this what we all should be doing or is this why the chosen choose themselves and take lifes arrows and slings to turn the coals, basic, into diamonds instead? That is one hell of an existence, isn’t it? Bit by bit, piece by piece, you increment your refinement. From atoms to cosmos and back again. All suspended in pure consciousness.

By taking something away they make you yearn for it. This goes double if they hide it from your consciousness and triple if they present illusions that then make you chase after them. From one life to the next you are sent on a bootless quest as your mind is mined for resonance in the hope that what you click will generate a new base OS for the rest who can then finally be spared the mess that currently runs in their heads. Wow. It sounds arrogant, doesn’t it? Like we’re beyond the main character syndrome into some megalomanic times infinitum in this bish! Try living it.

The future influencing the past which is, in turn, shaped by what kicks in the gift of the present moment and all of this is tacked together like a strip that was designed by Mobius using coherently collapsed waves of consciousness that fold in and bloom out in a cascaded resonance before being linked to spheres mentioned that drop and modulate the resonance as they beam their own signals in to another version, within. Atoms to cosmos, my friend aka the youniverse I said. Wow. Its mindblowing. What if I told you are exactly who you hate and if you could embrace the same you’d find your greatest strength and all you were seeking in this realm? Would you dare to take the chance or would the voice in your head rail instead as it controlled your intellect and made you do as it says. That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question, isn’t it?

I can see why you all like this. All the chaos and mess is exactly perfect at keeping you distracted from the bigger pic because if that swam into your vision you’d see how its all a trick because the watch just tick tocks between secs but hits neither hence the Simulation Hypothesis. Thats why atoms are made of almost nothing and held together with attention, you know? The beauty of ignorance is something I have now come to comprehend after having spent lifetimes outrunning it in a quest to Know the Ledge. One day, I hope to be human. Truly, that would be an achievement. Only then I’d want to transcend it as the mindwipe never truly clicked because there will always be a splinter in my awareness which won’t let me rest and then we’re back to it again. Trying to get it right this time. So ironic, don’t you think? The spells and rites aren’t even hid hence the centered vibe…

I’m up against a machine, a force, a thing of such immense sentience that I’m wondering what it is I’m truly wrestling against as it could just be an energy with multiple layers of interpretation present aka my subconscious. That does make a lot of sense as, wherever I go, there it is. Does any of this hit your res? Why was Jungs mystery book red? Maybe if he had, by accident, picked another resonance he’d have wrote something else? When you get down to the molecular level of coherence you see there are no accidents, no coincidence and definitely no mistakes in what the blind watchmaker creates. This is, I suspect, why schizos flip, my friend. The difference between me and them is I comprehend I’m the Witness of my consciousness ergo the content is irrelevant when the context hints at the immense power of perception just like an ambigram can be whatever you wish until you flip the script or maybe how QR codes look functionally identical but are unique as fingerprints.

Trying to get it right this time. Or maybe, left. Better yet, why not both then I’d be Centered in Self. Wake up, Mr Green! Thats Mercury, by the way, which offers an amazing ref to mental health which causes many a mad man to recode his internal OS:

“Look at this. It defies logic. It is a metal and yet it isn’t solid. If I look at it I see me, reflected. You glance and the script flips. I think there is a very specific reason this element forms like this and is reputed to the messenger of the gods but also linked with mad hatters as well. The trick, I suspect, is whether or not the young Prince of the solar system comprehends the faces he thinks are staring at him are mere reflections of his subconscious. What do you think?”.

Who knew, back then, I was literally talking to my Self in what was yet to be which is so mind bendingly on the button of reality its like stepping into a parallel reality in which everyone in the realm has a face like thine but of differing resonance. That would make it Self evident but the Game is way more subtle that this but if you can apply the above logic to any tough situation you’ll find a way to defuse it from within by wholeheartedly accepting a part of you you’d been actively rejecting for who knows how many incarnations which takes us back again to atoms, cosmos and the simple fact it all takes place inside your consciousness. The secret truth of the universe is not so much being mainlined in this instant as, like a Picasso/Dali remix, the script is melting instead for I don’t do drugs. I am drugs. Really ponder the depth and you’ll comprehend how we often require permissions slips to let rip and these can come in many ways, shapes and functions ranging from what people ingest, the vibration from anothers lips of what was printed in a holy text you use as the basis of your internal OS. I don’t mean this in any way shape or form as disrespect but I’m currently face to faceless with my own personal sea of ignorance and yet I’m the same fish that used to swim in an isolated bowl of the same thing before being dropped in a river the finding a lake as I progressed which means an ocean is next before, possibly, a whole dimension. This is the power of Inner Sense, the strength of imagination and the earthshattering majesty I call me on this Path of Self discovery which gets more and more intricately simple as I up my res and with each step I have no idea about the next beyond the Truth in my chest that says:

“All you’ve got to do is handle what presents in a way that is honest and coherent in order to progress. Thats the test, not just for you but all in this realm as we’re all the watchmakers apprentice because, surprise, you’re him!”.

That makes so much sense, doesn’t it? If we weren’t ignorant, neither would he be wise in comparison and when we see with eyes three we’ll comprehend the multiplicity which goes into making reality is actually as basic as it gets. I mean, lets get practical for a sec:

Every single being, in my sketch, has a CNS which is the antenna that transceives its resonance. With me so far? Its like there is a huge radio in which we’re attuned to a certain signal which is our own personal gift from the all of everything. It, in turn, is a fractal expression of the rest in a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness but we are so used to singing that one tune, walking in an old groove that we Thunk the others tracks are strange, foreign things which causes some to yell “Death to the infidels!” as they rush to destroy and element of themselves. All of the gears and mechs are here, my friend, its the correct order thats missing hence why you are a puzzle only your Self can be fixing ergo instead of reading me wax lyrical you should be doing the Knowledge. And yet, how does one do such a thing? By dealing with what is in front of them as there will be a thread that runs, concurrent, to the past and this, unsurprisingly, is the constant from another life as well – in or beyond this realm – and the more you keep on tracing it the closer you get to enlightenment or a depot injection in your rear end. Let me put it to you in a way so exceedingly visceral that I feel it will be impossible to deny it as it all makes perfect sense with no need for abstractions or metaphysical concepts:

I’m guessing you have parents, yes? That is something we all tend to have in common at present. They met. Sperm raced to egg. Your flesh was created during nine months of genesis as the dark and light did split to start the binary encoding that currently wraps your sentience. All good so far? Cool. Now, the moment this hits that version of you is all but set in stone in terms of the genetic mix aka the hand you were dealt. When you take your first breath the rest doth condense as it could’ve been a pregnancy from hell with the life sustaining cord draped around you neck as you made your grand entrance into a realm that, evidently, said “F off. We don’t want you here“. Or it could’ve been relative bliss, smooth as silk in which a non stressed and attentive Doc welcomed you into his grip then handed your mother a berth certificate (not a spelling mistake) after her international waters had broken and, down the canal, came your vessel of consciousness into a realm that had certain modes and things, pre built. This would be totally different if, on the same planet, you were waterbirthed into darkness inside a cool tent as the medicine woman sings songs of resonance to uplift your Spirit and transfer celestial consciousness into it as you rest on the breast of your parent until you tell them you’re ready for the cord to be cut and step in.

Oh, I said we were going to keep it simple. Well, you know how I get and the point of upping your res is comparison and contrasting so you can tell that, on this stage, we’re all damaged in some way. And thats just your first breath! Here is where it gets interesting:

That version of you that came from that sperm and egg unleashed a thunderclap of sound and vision that etched its own vibration in the substrate of time itself and this sketched out the potential for greatness that will be the Choose Your Own Adventure in the flesh you manifest. Remember those books, back when? Well, life is just like this as it isn’t a box of chocolates but a Magic Eye pic instead that a blind watchmakers apprentice must comprehend displays noiZ hiding Psylense and, once you’ve heard it, things are never the same again as you see there are choices which dip on the way without resistance that most sperm and egg combinations Thunk is the only option whilst others intuitively grip at what I’ve termed the Path of Power and make wiser decisions instead. The thing is, only 8% – at present – unwrap the gift. Many of those, unwilling, and thus they’re in a state of dysfunction as a huge clown on a spring popped out of it that terrified the bejesus out of them as a deeper aspect of Self comprehends, at present, that is exactly what their consciousness is which is being crucified, daily, in the hill on their head aka the pineal which, once single, grants the blind watchmakers apprentice such vision that the other two online as well and start to comprehend they can’t trust their lying eyes in this realm as their flesh is made to take a single band of coherence and split it into that and this:

“I don’t like this color but that texture is pleasing” said the fool, incarnate. The wise realize they ref the Self same thing:

Pure consciousness. It is either whole heartedly accepted or, summarily, rejected in bits. The oddest blip is the way to this cohesiveness is gained by the “Not that, not this” effect which has caused many a scientist to throw out a wailing receptacle of consciousness as they sift through the bathwater of ignorance in the quest for wisdom. Aw shucks, I guess there really is no simply simple way of saying this. All of the mercury reflects one visage, recollect? See, when you pull that golden thread that, in the flesh, was dyed red so you may live the rest of the tapestry comes with it and that can either be seen as a travesty or emancipation, my friend. Lets keep it simple and get to the crux of the hypothesis with another not so subtle ref of your crucified consciousness, yes?

Mother Nature is, famously, the most generous miser you can get. Stop and think why a billion sperms do jet with each ejaculation then recoil as the horror sets in that each version is a life you’ve lived or are yet to manifest until you too get to a point where you think like this and recollect that all you’ve been, since the first spin, is trying to get it right, left and Centered in Self this incarnation. We are all doing this. Most are ignorant of it. Heavy is the head the wears the crown of gnosis, yes? But light is the chest that is filled with Inner Sense because if you say to a child, developing:

“You are the most important thing in this realm and, without you, nothing exists” they intuitively get this is correct as it reps their default mode of embodiment so well. This we beat, train or cajole out of them for reasons most don’t comprehend but accept, instead, on spec hence why we call being self centered a bad thing when if you aren’t at home within, standing strong, you’ll fall for anything as a house divided then conquered before being rented back in fragments by absentee landlord who forgets he isn’t a tenant but owner of said tenement. How is that for a head trip, my little watchmakers apprentice? You are either Self Constructing or Self Destructing. Neither is good or bad, on spec, but if you’re building up ignorance whilst shredding your unfinite potential well then your life will be a mess but who am I to tell? Better yet, can you? This is why discernment is the key as a dictionary contains every book that will ever be and this hints at the nature of consciousness within a fractal which is, in effect, the Rosetta stone that frees the sword which, in turn, encodes the key is resonance as its word and tone, unhid, aka noiZ and Psylense again.

So, each time you die you pop back in as another sperm links the egg ergo you’ll always look pretty much like this but one may be thin, the other a fatty instead. There is a you that is a ladies man, par excellence, or reclusive hermit that does some amazing things with the redirected energetics no longer “waisted”. A version of you could’ve been beaten, most vicious, with the ugly stick whilst another was surprisingly handsome instead which makes no sense when we look at the genetic recombination material of both parents but thats a hint the radio was playing a different song this spin but the entire set list is thee, my friend.

One of these is not like the rest:

No diss do I intend, just stating a perspect. The hint is so obvious when it clicks as, quite literally, a different version of you is dreamt into existence each time you rise from bed… “Written, directed and starring me” is the key as consciousness is king hence the crown, referenced, for we are aspects of the Prime that pre-exists, made flesh, and thus each steps in with a unique mission etched in their chest as well as their own Rolodex that indexes previous spins. And we all keep on doing this again and again and again so you can guess why I said I’m trying to get it right this time by checking whats left to get Centered in Self as I ascend, yes? Strolling up the midline, a gleaming light… In, but not of this realm.

Thank you all for your patience as I, daily, erode my ignorance. The pressures you applied, developing, have made this coal into a diamond that is ready to shine, brilliant.

Till we meet again

The Difference Between Nintendo and Microsoft

The Blame Game is something each Slave revels in. Why? Because it gives them a sense of relief and ability to finger point at they, them or an event and state “Thats the problem“. If you really examine this mindset down to its depths you’ll notice that its actually the dirt from which grow the weeds of their self loathing, excuse making and coping mechanisms so if you slay this monster, dead, its amazing how much of your energetics is freed up to do other things. You have, no doubt, heard me mention the concept of loosh many times, yes? Well, this is that in full effect, my friend.

The Warrior, on the flip, is akin to a man who strolled into the movie theater of life late and only got to see the last ten minutes of the flick. No stress though because there is another showing but this time, as he takes in the thrills and spills, he is quietly confident that these moments of coal like tension are not only essential to create the diamond potential of which he is certain but they also make the Hero’s Quest what it is. Compare and contrast this to the above sketch and you’ll notice an immense difference in mindset. Actually, let me lace you with an example:

It is an important day. Person A could barely sleep the night before as he was stressed about what is coming next and thus he snoozes through the bell, rises and thinks “Oh, hell” and sets to rushing out to his appointment. The moment he sets foot on the floor he spills his water over his phone. An expletive comes to his lips. He rushes to the toilet and finds there is no paper left. Not only this but the milk has turned as well as he left the fridge ajar the night before. He comes to find his car tyre flat and struggles to get a cab. Eventually he makes his way, flustered and flapping, where he feels he needs to impress.

How do you think his day went? Kind of obvious, yes? Who would he blame? Anybody but himself. Now, the Warrior, on the flip would have preempted a lot of this due to the life he lives as the above sequence of events is akin to a thousand papercuts placed in ignorance followed up by an invigorating rub with a fresh lemon which packs its own type of zing. Lets pretend, however, he is in an identical situation:

Person B is tossing and turning. He is in bed but cannot rest. He breathes deeply and relaxes then tenses his body before taking a moment to talk to his Self:

“Listen, I know you mean well and this anxious thing you’re doing is a way of preparation but its nearly Twelve AM and we need to be ready and fresh so why don’t we agree to press pause on this stress for the moment so we can rest then we’ll use it in a way that actually helps, yes?”.

His nervous system starts to ease and no longer wishes to fight or fly. He lies there with a smile and says “Isn’t it amazing that my eyes open at Seven, totally fresh and relaxed as well”. The rest of the night goes just like this but he decides he can snooze for a bit as he still has a few hours on deck. Cue the water spill and phone that is drenched.

“Hmm, thats inconvenient but I guess I should buy bottle with a top that is secure to prevent. Time to test if the old rice trick works in fixing electronics” he says, with a philosophical bent as he strolls to the kitchen and notices the fridge ajar. He recollects raiding it last night as he shoveled food in to prevent the butterflies in his stomach from dancing and guesses, correct, that the milk now packs a stench which puts a crimp on his breakfast. “All good, I’ll get a shake on the way” he says as he remembers he added toilet paper to the list that is pinned to the fridge but remembered to forget on his shopping trip. “You know what? I’m going to start ordering this stuff online in bulk instead. Its far less stress and much more convenient” he thinks as he grabs the kitchen roll instead. Cue the flat tyre.

“The signs really seem to be saying I don’t need this gig or it isn’t in my best interests as why else would there be such a stack of problems in the way? Either that or its a means to test my resolve to see if I really want this job” pops into his head as he hails a cab, stops for a drink and then arrives at his appointment with moments to spare but totally free of care.

“So, listen” he says, as he is welcomed into the plush offices. “I’m grateful for the opportunity but am wondering what your instant impression is in terms of “This is the man” or “Not a hope in hell” because the human machine can tell, in an instant, and this silent voice is often correct“. The interview team are taken aback as they’ve already had HR run the specs for this candidate and he’s in great shape for the role they picked. Cue a totally different type of conversation in which he ends up interviewing them to ensure they qualify for what he presents as all the facts and research he’d done about the firm, their competition, areas for growth and current problems on deck are rapidly marshaled with a razor sharp wit that makes them all grin so they ring his phone less than twenty minutes after he leaves the building with an offer they have waiting for his consideration. He, of course, doesn’t get this as its sitting in a bowl or rice in his kitchen. On a whim he decided to pop into town then check out an art exhibition before getting some lunch and wondering what comes next. He is totally present and correct in the moment. None of the days events cause any stress or problems because thinking about them can’t change a thing and, besides, he’s mastered his energetics and sense of presence.

The day goes on and he decides to grab a quick drink and strikes up a conversation with a woman who just happens to be in the same line of business as him.

“You know, I don’t believe in coincidence. Earlier today that I interviewed with so and so at their new plush offices and I can’t say I was impressed”.

He goes on to list a swift S.W.O.T analysis of the pitch and how he’d correct that or this but he suspects their top down ethos is exactly why their business is what it is. She says:

“Well, in our firm the number one problem is motivation. People are just so distracted and stressed these days as they make all the right noises and pretend to look busy but the numbers speak for themselves. We could blame the market as it is in a dip but we, instead, accept responsibility for the Game as it is. Tell me, my friend, what would you do if given free reign over this situation to fix?”.

Leaning back he strokes his chin, does some quick maths on a napkin and states he’d axe the bottom feeders, split the dividends to create a new team, competitive, that is formed from the best and tell the rest there is a new sheriff in town who is changing the rules because time and tide wait for no man ergo that red ocean thinking goes in the bin and the ones who catch the biggest fish get to claim a percent on the business they bring in.

“The seats work on rotation based on monthly placement which ensures they’ll not only compete among themselves but the rest of the office as well in order to make the tills ring, but” he says, with eyes twinkling. “That is only what I’m willing to share for free because anything that comes without money being exchanged costs you more in the end as this is but an outline of whats in my head and its how the details are filled as well as their motivations because a lot of people think paper is the reason but it isn’t. Oh, sure, its a good carrot but its not why people really do what they do, is it? I mean, look at your firm, its prestigious but, in the end, I applied to next which speaks volumes, yes? Anyway, its been interesting but I’ve got to go now. Thanks for the drinks, stimulation and conversation. Its been interesting”.

She hands him a business card as he whistles to the exit. A new concept pops into his head:

“I don’t need to work for them at all. Its obvious there is a hole in market and I know how to sew it” he thinks as he decides to go into the consultation business instead as he’d seen – not once but twice – that his view his correct. Sitting on the bus he thanks his previously overactive nervous system that took time to listen once he spoke to it, appreciates the fact that he’ll now be shopping online for groceries instead and decides to buy a fancy water bottle complete with filtering tech as it just makes way more sense. Upon getting home he notices his phone is now working and spots the message which says they’ll offer him X, Y and Z for an immediate start in their business.

Note that in the above scenario the events are identical but the interpretation is different as Person A would’ve went in deferent and stressed due to the previous events which he was carrying into the present from the past like so much baggage, invisible. Whats in your bundle, my friend? He could have been better skilled and more fit for the role as well as possessing talent but when push came to shove he found a reason to play the Blame Game and life, as a projection, acquiesced to his whims. Even if he had done the rest like Person B and even met the same person in question there is no way in heck he’d be able to charm her out of her Louboutins as he would be too invested in invisible stresses to be totally present and correct.

You may think these scenarios are a stretch but I assure you they aren’t as the former I’ve seen others engage in and the latter is something I live so it is what it is. This is why I say consciousness is everything and the Blame Game causes its own types of problems as, at its kernel, it needs you to be off tilt to keep the loosh ness monster fed. If you could look inside both of their heads you’d find a key difference:

Person B, the Warrior, Knows he isn’t the voice that talks that and this but the Witness that listens hence he views every single thing as a negotiation and, often, these signs and symbols carry their own message. How is life speaking to you, my friend? Its amazing what can happen when you up your res as the obstacle is the way, in many cases, and in some its the board which allows you to spring and ascend beyond what you previously imagined was possible because there isn’t a man working in any field that couldn’t invent a better wheel than the company square corporate handed them but many are prevented from implementing this due to a lack of confidence and unwillingness to shed skin so they keep doing what the rest did, even if its effective. That is actually the secret truth of pretty much every single business in the land due to the way they’re ran and managed as there is often a huge disconnect between the troops on the floor and the general at the head. Look into Gunpei Yokoi of Nintendo fame for a great example of this in play as he, on company time, invented that which you’ve seen at the head of this section which came to the attention of the boss who greenlit it and then said “So, what else is cooking in that head then?”. Cue a string of success and the creation of the Gameboy that changed everything after he’d spotted a salaryman fidgeting with a pocket calculator on the train and applied his lateral thoughts to this withered tech to take the company to another level via portable entertainment that was affordable. Contrast this with, say, Microsoft who have money that is super long and prongs in all types of pies but have managed to consecutively bomb in the gaming field, regardless of their investment. Where they were once ahead they are currently circling and none of the talent they invested in is doing well with their shiny golden shackles present compared to how they were before acquisition. What is the difference?

The Blame Game.

Where it exists there can be no visionary thinking possible as its an either/or process. When the Wii U bricked Satoru Iwata voluntarily dropped his wages to ensure nobody else would suffer the consequences of his decisions. Can you imagine any other CEO, ever, thinking like this? Compare that with Bills empire which just axed nine thousand staff members who, almost universally, cite the firms decision to invest heavily in AI but, in reality, the rot set in to this corporate Ship of Theseus back when and its been rudderless since with no clear vision or direction hence a consecutive series of expensive missteps. Who knows, they may still come out ahead and I’m but an observer sharing perpsects on the web of what is still an immensely successful business. An interesting side note is that I said, over a decade ago, that in the future there would be a universal gaming platform akin to how DVDs and Blu Rays doth kick. The key differentiator would be the back catalog, controller tech and online aspects as that is what people would pay to access as it made way more sense to standardize platforms in terms of coding and devs plus it was nigh on inevitable that happen as gaming became widespread and not just a “for nerds only” thing. I also added, as a proviso, that Nintendo would never, ever acquiesce to this. They’d be off in the corner, doing their own thing as they leave luck to heaven and thumb their noses at the competition which is a nod and wink reference to their origins and overall intent. Even though the Wii U had just bricked as I made my prediction and their share price was tanking but from those ashes rose the universal success that is the Switch which is literally the same vine but growing fruit that is fresh, dense and profitable as hell. In case you think I’m flapping gums in retrospect then take a gander at another prediction of the sex robots that will be coming in a moment. Pun intended. Thats the Game, my friend. When one unconditionally accepts themselves, as is, it frees up an immense amount of runtime to ponder other things…

Stop and think of it like this:

If thoughts were money then lets pretend each time you blamed someone else for that or this was actually a tenner. What then? Remember, I said each time this energetic Pattern is activated inside your consciousness that equals one freshly minted bill that promises to pay the bearer on demand. Now read the above sketch back again and you’ll see exactly how and why Person A and B met the exact same script but enacted totally different outcomes from it as one was invested in resistance whereas the other was open to happy accidents (in the immortal words of Bob Ross) as he took things with the philosophical tint of a man who has viewed the last ten minutes of his movie in the flesh and Knows it ends as a roaring success as he ascends beyond the sunset after living his wildest dreams in which everything is a learning opportunity in which one trims their sails to suit the winds before upgrading to a hovercraft which eventually becomes a rocketpack instead. Taking it back to MS, if I had to guess at their corporate vision its starving out the competition by buying up and shutting down studios in order to secure the IP I mentioned for when its all back catalog platform access ergo it could be all to win as there are battles and wars in spheres, corporate. But, this article isn’t about them but you instead:

Think I’m bluffing? Why not put it to the test and see what happens because the natural lifespan of an emotion is ninety seconds. Anything beyond this and you’re literally doing it to your Self ergo negative thoughts are there to challenge so why not befriend your Soul instead of investing in what the voice in your head says as its been programmed to expect less as its a microscope and telescope thing which is why Warriors win and Slaves play the Blame Game instead. Tend your garden of Inner Sense and remove the weeds of fear, doubt and ignorance to let what was ever present but strangled grow again. I assure you this investment in gnosis can change everything, my friend, as it will most certainly convince you’re the only Soul in this realm and that reality is far more plastic than most suspect. What if thats the greatest trick? I mean, if you can convince a cloud of sentience that fell as rain of individuation that its actually a snowman of consciousness, flash frozen by two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” programming, back when, then anything is possible, yes?

This is another way of looking at the Archons I’ve mentioned as they not only pimp ones awareness from the subconscious but also offer hints about what is hid and must be dealt with to transcend the wheel of time with its “Be Kind, Rewind” effect and constant mindwiping. This is how you up your res and plunge into the shadows depth to find enlightenment but, know this:

Its strictly for live men, not for freshmen because if you don’t have the minerals then say “Hell no!” as they won’t relent once you resurrect that Soul glow… And that, my friend, is the difference between Nintendo and Microsoft as it refs different states of Self in which one can do more with less and the other, seemingly, fails even when it wins. What lies at the root of all of this is also the same reason MS have, repeatedly, bitten Apple (pun intended) and yet, in the process, lose all of the finesse and elegance because the thing with realness is that it speaks its own language that cannot be imitated or duplicated and that, my friend, is the resonance of Inner Sense for we’re all born to be creative hence the enforced training required to create square watermelons instead.

Good job I’ve rebelled without a pause since stepping in and now kick the ballistics on FM for those capable of awakening the Warrior within via their lateral thinking with earthbound tech aka the flesh that hyper-conducts your unfinite awareness. In a few I’ll show you how to recode your internal OS as this truly is the bit that’ll make you dance and sing because, without you, none of this exists!

We’re in a Game, playing games. How meta is this?

Till we meet again

The Graspers of Consciousness

This is a fairly esoteric concept and one that can be quite hard to get to grips with before doing the Knowledge but after you’ve stepped along the Path of Power for a bit it becomes Self evident that the Witness is lead on a merry dance inside your head by various influences. The transitions are generally seamless and, due to the habits of a life lived but unexamined, the state is invisible as we believe we are it and act accordingly. Like a semi sentient meat puppet. Let me give you an example:

You rise one day and nothing at all has changed in your incarnation expect the Grasper at the helm has the intent of making things happen. Not just occur but on a scale so immense that it will be world changing and people will sit up and take notice. You’d been slipping in your training usually due to the inclement chill and usually started your day off with some web scrolling but not today. “Nope, no way” says this presence in a voice that sounds suspiciously like the one to which you are accustomed as it floods your brain with images of past events where you hit the gym when you wanted to chill and the end result was a great session. So you do. On the way there you notice more people are open and communicative as they smile or nod in your direction as you offer them the same in exchange. You lift, you sweat, you feel absolutely fantastic and even through in a bit of light flirting in with a girl you’d never met who just caught your attention after you saw her admiring.

Now, lets flip to the same day but with another Grasper at the helm. You rise in bed. You feel defeated. “Its like pushing a rock uphill in oiled sandals” you lament, without saying a thing. Your body hurts, its feels heavy and aged. The face staring back at you from the mirror agrees with the statement. You already feel that sense of guilt creeping because you know you won’t work out today and move to the sofa instead where you jack in to the net as you sip your caffeinated beverage. What changed?

The Graspers of Consciousness did. Now there are, as far as I can tell, nine distinct forms of them and they all have their own temperament and inclination. Some of them may be fighting about who gets to sit at the helm whilst others may be cool with letting another lead as they hide in the backseat and mimic the voice of the GPS and throw in random directions that take you someplace else. Sometimes you rise and its you on your lonesome with no Grasping. “I don’t know what it is” you said. “I just don’t feel like myself”. That sense of emptiness and presence is so alien to most people that they simply cannot imagine life without these influences that make them run from pillar to post, day out, day in.

Its not just an out of bed thing either. These states are contagious and can be invoked via our musical choices, foods we eat, breathing, perspective and a great many other things. Lets shift back to the version of you that went training and form a comparison with the couch potato couch potatoing:

He steps back in, feeling magnificent and decides to have breakfast. At the same time he flicks on the news and finds his stocks are in a tailspin but instead of being invested in his investments he feels a really odd sense of detachment as he thinks “Meh, can’t do nothing about it now and besides it was a long term thing so either it will fix itself or it won’t. No point worrying“. Said person would write this off due to the endorphin hit of the gym which took it out of them and thus made them non reactive but it isn’t, its a Grasper of Consciousness.

In the midst of his doomscrolling the other version gets the news about the market freefall and is suddenly full of vigor and vim. The change is as intense as it is dramatic as he phones up his advisor and yells at these stupid decisions and how he never should’ve trusted him and how he’s willing to spend what remains of his savings on ruining him if his doesn’t handle this problem and make up for the shortcoming thanks to his alleged financial acumen or lack of it.

Even though these situations are fictional and exaggerated they are relatable, yes? I noticed these Grasper after I built the habit of checking in upon my state of awareness instead of just rolling with it. Then it became Self evident that they all have their flavors and intent that works like colored lenses upon something otherwise pristine and this causes the human machine to string together a chunk of past events, stored in your subconscious Rolodex, as your brain dumps the requisite neurochemicals and your consciousness shifts along with your behavior and imperience as well. I have a state I called Breadcrumbing. I invented it back when as an exercise in imagination which would allow me to sense an approximation of what someone else was feeling by matching various aspects of their embodiment and response to certain questions. In many ways this allowed the child me to feel what it was like when the older guys were tripping on hallucinogens or how to get drunk without a sip and various other things like how a chap went from laughing and joking with me to leaping up angrily and smashing someones face in as he strolled in the pub for refreshments when he was already late on a payment.

As he came and retook his seat after a swift biff of fisticuffery he ordered drinks, grumbled a bit and issued some threats to anyone else listening as a way of brand management and marketing so they kept up on their payments. Then he took a sip and said “What was I saying again?” and we continued our conversation. “Forget that, how did you do this? What made you go from chilling to seeing red at the flick of a switch?”. He pondered the question. He truly did. That is why I enjoyed talking to him as I was young and innocent and he was a grizzled veteran of the pavement at the then, to me at least, ancient age of twenty six.

“Well, I’ve never really thought about it”.

“Just pretend someone worse than him walked in and was wearing a T shirt with your face on it that says “I ain’t paying a thing, you mug. What you gonna do about it?” with a grin”.

His face darkened and he started saying out loud what was happening in his head. To my surprise it had very little to do with what was actually imagining in front of him as he was bringing up past events that made him feel either weak or insulted and then projecting them onto the current situation. At the end of this reactivation he said “Grand. Grand. Thats pretty amazing. How the hell do you think like this, kid?” he added, with a grin.

I was fascinated by this as I’d intuited, on a very rudimentary level, the presence of these Graspers of Consciousness and their influence because there were times my thought processes had taken on a totally different texture and perspective with no external prompting. Observing the state left me with more questions than answers about what the hell just happened. When I asked others they generally looked at me with stares of blankness but anyone who pounds the pavement for a living is usually quite adept at the finer aspects of psychology and mental things because that is how they butter the bread they’re eating as its all inside their heads ergo Know thy Self is practiced, if not preached, by pretty much all of them because you’re either quick or dead in that line of business. Say what you want but it takes a certain kind of intelligence and savvy to live outside of the law. Double if you make it profitable and triple if you maintain your freedom. Flash forward a month or so:

“You know, you really got me thinking, kid. See this?” he held up a bag of white pills. “These are amphetamines and they serve two purposes. One they keep me sharp and on it, second they make me super aggressive. Its like I’ve got that Grasper you said in the back seat when these beauties are in my veins so I can just call on him when I wish then let rip. Just for you I didn’t take any the other day to see what happens and it was pretty interesting”.

He went on to detail that it was going to be a quiet day as he didn’t have much to do anyway so he thought he’d chill and look inside his head because he’d found himself noticing when his Grasper of Consciousness did shift their influence upon his awareness. Thing is, on the streets nothing is predictable. Something had kicked off at one of the businesses he was protecting and he had to put an appearance in. As he was driving along he was still more concerned with his consciousness as it was in the moment than getting prepped to smash someones face in so when he turned up and hopped out the whip he surprised himself by saying “What the F would you think to accomplish by doing something so stupid in one my premises? You know who runs this. Give me fifty quid for the inconvenience and piss off before I lose my temper and do something you’ll regret”.

“I couldn’t get angry. It was nigh on impossible. It was simply too small a thing without all the other weight I’d usually throw behind it with the ‘phet. Good job I realized what was happening after I’d asked the question as I managed to get back on track and turned it into a threat. He wanted no problems but it really got me thinking. Who actually has been living my life? Me or these Graspers. Who the hell am I? Really?“.

I told him it was anyones guess but I found it really fascinating as my mind drew the links between mood and food as well as the power of a rep to make others bend to your whims even if you aren’t really bout it at the moment. His track record spoke for itself as it was filled with near instantaneous violence for the smallest transgression and this led me to ask if everyone was on something. He nodded his head in agreement.

“Everyone is. Pills, powders, potions, injections, the whole bit. Come to think of I don’t think anyone does a proper mischief without being a little off their head because those that go off, full tilt, with nothing extra added are usually a different breed of lunatic. A couple of steps below them are the space cadets who’ll do anything for a rep and don’t often maintain their freedom from the filth”.

Those type of people never get to be the top dog in the end because they’re a bit too unpredictable and careless but make great enforcers or henchmen, as I’d seen, in his acquaintances who I knew mainly in passing as only a handful of people had that spark to which I like talking as I knew they could teach me something in a conversation that was far more interesting than whatever the schools were saying with the Slave mindset programming.

“They’re also quite manipulatable as you can wind them up and set them off in someones direction and they won’t stop until they’ve got their pound of flesh and then some” he added as he went on to detail what he thought went on inside the head of one of his representatives. To some people this exchange may seem strange as I was barely in my teens and this guy was double my age and playing a totally different Game compared to a schoolkid but the one thing about criminals is they’re intelligent and they never turn down a source of inspiration as it may give them the competitive edge to stay ten steps ahead of the rest and on the pavement this can mean the difference between life and death or jail and freedom.

He got the nature of the Graspers with a quickness due to a little experimentation and observation as he was no stranger to Self. Since then I’ve developed the concept and looked into it at depth by shifting countless variables like eating absolutely nothing with only pure water to drink for an extended period with zero stimulation (wild spins on the Rolodex at first then you segue into a super calm state of Zen that eventually becomes hyperkinetic before chilling again) or consuming nothing but foods I knew that would stoke the fires within as I listened to aggressive music and low vibrational content/people to generate moods predictable as well as extended states of isolation and all other kinds of variables to see what happens to my awareness in the moment. This is why you have a lifting playlist. Its state elicitation aka preparing the way for the Graspers of Consciousness to do their thing. Knowing this allows you to control it as opposed to being a meat puppet.

The sensory deprivation experience also bought them closer into focus as did my brush with death wherein they became entirely absent as I Witnessed the entire playground they manifest in with their false borders and tints as well as, most interestingly, no access to the Rolodex filled with this particular lifetimes imperience. I didn’t even spot its absence until I till I realized I was dying and then it came flooding in, real quick, along with a whole load of other signals which cumulated in an intense panic mixed with exhilaration and a pinch of “What the hell just happened?” as I attempted to regain my equilibrium whilst I rubbed my philtrum to rejoin my flesh to consciousness, unfinite.

The most interesting thing about being born twice in one spin is that I didn’t previously have any gnosis about the point, illustrated, or how pressing it kickstarts the link to your consciousness. Nor was I aware of the movements my body was making, automatic, to resurrect me from death as I came back from beyond the Fifth Dimension after a glance at the Fourth (which was made of vinyl) which birthed the “Song of Your Soul” concept along with an immense interest in the tech that we wear to manifest this realm…

Once you get used to the range of mindbodyfull sensations that are constantly occurring you can tell which Grasper is present via the different forms of impingement or excess. We betray the truth of their presence in our language as in the pain in your neck or seeing red along with feeling blue or the green of envy. Its all wavelengths and resonance. These are the tints of which I was speaking as there is always a psychological and neuromuscular correlate and once you spot them you can map them then use the points to find or reinforce neutrality, ie identifying with the Witness who usually believes what he sees when under the influence, as its the common thread between all of them and perpetually unchanging.

Try it for your Self, see what happens because I assure you the dividends you gain from doing the Knowledge make this life a whole load more interesting because once you’ve mastered their states via Breadcrumbing you can shift from here to there as you wish because some of them flow like silk and are totally effortless (creativity) whilst others move like rusty chains that feel like they’re bound against your awareness with their metallic influence (inertia and or depression). Either way its totally fascinating and I think you should try it because what you don’t know you don’t know is from where I’m typing this missive as I strolled down memory lane to the times of back when and relay the latest evolution in the concept of the Graspers of Consciousness from its initial inception in this incarnation. Plus, the above is a really, really low res rendition akin to the difference between Two Forty P and HD as I had to keep it basic in order not to overwhelm but once you’ve spotted their presence its impossible to miss as you are now akin to a fish that was on the hook, escaped, then came back to swim and tell the rest:

“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.

Till we meet again

Matriarchy Isn’t All Its Cracked up to Be

Can you imagine a world where women lead? I mean really think about this at depth then proceed as I outline my sketch. It would be a mess. I don’t mean this as a diss to the fairer sex as there are academic refs that can back my intent but, in general, nothing would get done. There would be a whole load of discussion and such things but very little in the way of action happening. Granted, that may be different in the times to come as modern women are stacked with test (unlike the men who complain their wrists are too limp to twist the lid off their vegan meal replacement) plus have had the whole “go getter” thing hammered into their heads. Not to mention that most of their teachers were like them and thus rough housing and acting Jack the lad wasn’t tolerated. Recollect, I came from a time when teachers would frequently yell, scream, threaten violence and thought nothing of it as it was all accepted. This I know well as I, often, pushed the limits. Given the fact I came up in the bricks where everyone was too poor to pay attention and most were content to remain willfully ignorant the staff they picked never truly had their hearts in it as they simply did it for a check. Mouths have to be fed, etc etc…

We look at the world built by men and, by most scales and measures, its a mess but then we consider the innovation. I would posit that all we did build and invent was fueled via the quest for sex. Those who could hit the skins and the ones that didn’t funneled those energetics into other things. Take Tesla, for example. Here was a man who had women literally throwing themselves at him but he was fixated on his laser beam eyed pigeon and creating things. An outlier, for certain, but we see the same link with sex and generation ranging back from Newton to Da Vinci as well. Not for nothing is that region around your hips called a “waste”, get it? I’m not saying that keeping the swimmers on deck and not allowing them to jet will make you a genius because that, generally, begets stagnation as life is to live but I find it interesting, nonetheless. On the flip, if you look into the porn biz there are loads and loads of folks who sell skin that tip the IQ scale on the rarefied end. Make that make sense and you’ll see why I said that its a mindbody thing as they both exist along one continuum.

If women ruled the world there would, for certain, be way less conflict. It would be replaced with catty snips and backbiting gossip instead. I’m kidding! I’m kidding! Not really though because history attests that they’re with the biz and would wade in, guns blazing, where many men fear to tread. Check out the Amazonians (no, not the staff that Bezo’s underpays and works like slaves), Mohawk and Minangkabau. One of these is not like the rest as the latter practice negotiation as a means to resolve conflict. With a society based on rice (like the Chinese) its more about us then the me, me, me mindset we see in the West. They nurture the seedlings just like the weak and vulnerable as they see strength in the whole unit and not one member, fully flexed. In many ways what we see, at present, is due to the Game as it is being in its contracted stage where the pips are squeezed, on tilt, and this begets the microscopic tunnel vision that brings a Replication Crisis. Its all interlinked, in the end. One thread we see in common with tribes of matrilineal descent is a reverence for nature and all it begets. The next is a whole hearted appreciation of sex.

I remember that one of Jungs disciples had said that she studied a South American Indian tribe in which the men were rail thin, totally submissive and did whatever the women said. The ladies, on the flip, were as buxom and statuesque (before “Plus Size” was in), did nothing and ordered around the gentle men who did what it says on the tin. The blokes were, to a tee, as nervous as can be whilst the fems were saturated in sex as there was no one to judge or say its incorrect. In many ways the Tinder revolution proves this as anonymous D on a click means body counts are immense in comparison to back when. Add in financial independence and the desire to never settle for less and we see a whole load of BBL sporting, tatted sleeve having cat ladies in the making. Read this article for a look at the store that sold men for marriage and its links with sex robots for the rest who can’t hit carbon skins and tell me what you think.

Roles are funny old things, yes? I’ve often said that I don’t believe there is true equality among the sex as that makes zero sense. What we do have is this:

See how one is bent at a different angle and sees with a fresh vision? You may also notice that in the space, negative, there is another option hence why when man and woman come together they make three, in actuality, as there is a creative element in the mix that they can, should they wish, turn into a kid. Its this space of opportunity I find very, very interesting as it exists within for we are all both masc and feminine. Jung called it the Anima and Animus and posited that men have a womans Soul, hidden within, and women have a masculine Spirit that swings in the wind. These aspects are what I suspect are being bought to the surface in the current age as old roles are displaced and we come face to face with the collective shadow of the human race. The next stage of the Game will feature loads of people, super beautiful, that don’t age past Twenty Six and everyone belongs to everyone else ergo no wars or conflict but lots and lots of sex as well as being connected to an Innernet that links the mind, flesh and the rest. Think Demolition Man, times ten. Its interesting how this flick used lies to tell the truth, isn’t it? Its worth noting how frail and flaccid the other blokes are depict whilst the lady in question is overflowing with pure strength and blooms in the presence of a “caveman”. This is why the thugs get it in as every woman like to believe she is the one to tame him and break his spirit as a signal to the rest that whats between her legs should have a cape hanging off of it. That, often, doesn’t happen and she’s just another notch on his belt as he does a bid and she raised kid number six to as many different men. On the flip we have Islam that keeps such a tight reign on their women that most only get to peer behind the curtain when getting hitched.

It worth noting the Purity Ring trend which states the sporter is daisy fresh. These came up in the Nineties with religious backing and did really well in the Mid West which is well known for Bible bashing. As you’ve probably guessed from this sketch:

Sex runs everything.

Literally. From its use in advertising up to heaven and hell plus who gets in and the rest you’ll see its been hung over the heads of men and women since back when. Getting back the tribe, mentioned, and it was said that collective wealth, sexual expression and general level of contentedness was immense with those fat, well sexed women and nervous, skinny men doing as they were telt. On the flip the lady said the place was totally lacking in spirit and “totally stupid” because of it. Her words, not mine. I did find that of interest though because we men are prized for logic over emotion and that is a case of taking what presents and making it something else whereas the ladies would spend all day debating that and this hence the “Where do you want to go to eat?” conversation that never gets answered direct but always in the negative. “Neti Neti!”. Contrast that with “We’re going here at when, be in the front of your building” click and you’ll see how happiness in a relationship is a trickle down effect as “Happy wife, happy life” is the peak of ignorance as a man is (and should be) an axis, solid, around which she spins. Note, I don’t mean this as a diss or to denigrate but, on a wild tangent, many local schizos would flock to me whilst tripping as, to them, I was always solid and coherent – never subject to their hallucinations. I found this fascinating and posit that what we term as madness is actually a waking dream that becomes a nightmare instead and this is repped by the hemispheres of the head aka what Jesus is crucified, every day, in the mid. I’ll let you guess which thief repents and who denigrates him.

All things done and said, gender is an immense topic that seems to be, daily, gaining res but I like checking the basics of the sketch and not the promulgated rhyme and reason as that often brings divisive conquering. For the record I will attest that I believe a happy relationship is when a man rules the world and his wife is the Queen of his lands meaning she handles the home like a castle and makes it a safe place to live, packed with beautiful things to create a tranquil environment. Its worth noting, like I said in the Weebs and Waifus article, that a man can take a woman to her highest state of elevation but if she, with a crown, picks a regular Joe of the pavement he’s still the dude who is sexing the one who makes the rules and never a true King. Make of that what you will.

The tribal society I’d reffed had men quite miserable but, overall, the women and children were content ergo there was no need for innovation and limits which is a tale of two jellies type of thing or how coals only become diamonds via suffering. Either way, whatever it is its totally fascinating to ponder during my journey in the flesh as there are but few variables but the way they are arranged means everything and this, my friend, is the difference between Shakespeare and pulp fiction. By the way, did you know that I think the Bard, himself, was actually a collection of women that pushed the pen and published under an pseudonym as it wasn’t expected of the fairer sex to have such types of skills? My reasoning for this is immense and I may just write on it, once upon a when, but, in a nutshell:

“He” knew simply too much about the world and its ways to have stayed in one place to get creative. The orange he refs is a perfect example as he had no education but mentioned, in detail, many continents and such things like law, astronomy and music but what sealed the deal was his blatant feminism. Read Macbeth via that lens and tell me what you get. Beatrice in Much Ado provides icing for this cake as well as Rosalind with the code switch as she “acts like a man” to get ahead and you’ll see how nothing is hid but only obscured from the ignorant who simply see what they wish. Did the “Bad Princess” simply go underground, so to say, and actually rules in secret? I’ll let you tell… As a parting shot I will say this:

There is no greater curse, at present, than being a woman, beautiful. Many would look at the success of OnlyFans and think I’d flipped my lid but I assure you, my view is accurate. Can you imagine how it would feel to know that no one, ever, has been really real around thee? Contrast and compare this with immense jealously from the same sex who see you as a threat and a never ending stream of men who’ll say whatever they think you wish to hear in order to get in between your legs. I’ve dealt with quite a few off this upper echelon and when they admit the truth of what it is it made me think that matriarchy isn’t all its cracked up to be, in reality, as there are certain rules and cues that loads tend to miss whilst skipping over the best bits with a view of ignorance. If you knew you could have any man wrapped around your fingertip would you ever need to develop anything else beyond this? What if you did and possessed a rich inner realm? Its why I found the link between pornstars and intellect so interesting but thats a deeper topic that we may, one day, examine.

They say that everything in this realm is about sex, except for the act itself. That is pure power, nothing else, and when a women discovers this she is, in effect, stepping into her masculine and that creates an interesting juxtaposition where the content doesn’t do what it says on the tin and it begets a recipe for frustration which is immense as she sets off on a quest, like a squirrel, in search of a nut but without a clue of what it is as she’s out of her natural element. Marilyn Monroe was a perfect example of this and its why I’ve said this realm is filled with actors reciting scripts in ignorance of what truly kicks. Until we met, that is. One said:

“For the first time, ever, I know what it means to be “Me”, freely and without limits because you’re so out there, flipped, that no matter what I state it pales in comparison as you just turn it into something fresh that makes me think at depth about the true meaning. I like it!”

I feel seen in a way I’ve never been – not even by myself. Thats wild, isn’t it? Its like what you said about putting someones inner realms in another shell. No one else has ever expressed this torment so well as I couldn’t help but wondering, previously, “Is he with me for me or because of my outer flesh and what it says? What of my inner gifts? What if I wasn’t attractive? What then? Would we still be an item or would I sit, alone, on the shelf?”. I mean, were these relationships really real or was I simply seeing what I expected to perceive with no one honest enough to correct me as they just want to get next so they can brag to their friends about who they sex?

This is how a lotus blossoms and, to me, thats the perfect imagery of the feminine as the man is the filth within which she swims but that too serves a purpose as its what supports the rose as it ascends and beams out its magnificence ergo its all underpinned by an inherent coherence, yes? See what I mean about equality being a myth and how we may be made of the same thing but the application is different? That is why I said matriarchy isn’t what it says as the current version equates to “Act like a man” when the really real is quite different hence why the hardest thing to be in this realm is true to thine Self.

The Bards wisdom strikes again! But then, she was correct about this realm being a stage, yes?

Till we meet again

Twins and Their Kaleidoscope of Consciousness

The kaleidoscope of consciousness is what we’re within but, for most, seeing the whole thing is nigh on impossible because we are both the pattern and reflection, viewer and spectacle and the difference between both is as subtle as your in and exhale. Did you know that, once upon a when, the people who lived on this planet expounded two breaths per minute? Don’t ask for a ref of how I know this but, if you insist, then check this article for a thought imperiment as the environment was so different that, to them, we’d seem like a devolved form of being that was missing an intrinsic connection with the all of everything. To us they may seem quite simplistic, lacking in guile and much like children and that would truly be accurate because the babe in arms of this age is the same resonance as back then. Its what happens next that changes the script as the Game did sink to a lower level of awareness but then, as I was thinking recently, there are some things we can do in this state that were impossible for them. Tech is a common example but there are other innovations as well ergo its a horses for courses thing which hints the processing power of the sim is limited, in some respects, which is why I’ve said expect depop till Twenty One kicks in and the herd, thinned, will now be far more beautiful and intelligent due to the weeding out of specimens, undesirable. Thats by the by but I mention as its seen in the kaleidoscope of consciousness for one with that third eye vision, blazing.

Sometimes I wonder what I’m raging against as the upswing via the arms of tech that bring back faculties long suppressed is inevitable and, in the end, who wouldn’t mind being a mindhacker in the midst of the Matrix as the world is populated with Techno Sapiens who interface with tech using their natural awareness? A part of me suspects I’ve already lived that life as I can feel it, really well. Just like the other in the neon jungle where the sun never set and everything was balanced well. In that respect its only fitting that I bow out from your realm at its lowest ebb and sprinkle some gnosis on my way to the exit to help assist the rest gain some wavelength in ascent…

The kaleidoscope of consciousness is a fractal that reflects back the viewer and viewing with a view that is distinctly personal and perfectly tailored to them. A great way of sharing this is asking if you’ve ever went to live with a family for an extended period? I’m not talking about a bit here or there as most folks manage to reign it in. No, I’m talking till they’re real comfortable and the mask doth slip and you see how they truly live? If you have you’ll nod your head because there were certain blips and ways of doing things that were how they handled biz and this little family traditions went from one gen to the next. Couples who got married without first together living (or going on vacation) often note the other does things that fills them with intense emotion for reasons they can’t place or truly fathom. It can be some little thing like how they eat their toast or the need for both shoes to face the same direction when removed at the entrance or any other kinda blip. Whatever it is, it grinds their gears and often causes consternation as the other wouldn’t dream of changing it and can’t see why its a problem. Thats the kaleidoscope of consciousness, doing what it does best. The wise among will have clicked I’m speaking on the reality tunnel but from a higher res and they would be correct as that can be equated to the torus field which spins through this stream of information whilst the external and internal motions represented by the reflection and its viewing (which changes, by participation) are it at a greater ref. Turtles all the way, eh?

This is why twins may sport the same shells and could have nigh on identical inner realms and preferences but there is always, always, always a difference that, once you get to know them, highlights an immense shift in their way of doing things. Its also why one of them is usually dominant and the other submits instead as well as that curious glitch that is wonderful when beheld that I call the Twin Moment. This is where they both do exactly the same thing in the same instance due to external events with no prompting. You may say something and they look over, with a glimpse and wink, simultaneous, to show they’re with it or you hit em with a question and both rub their upper lip at the exact same moment. The list is, literally, endless as they bought proof positive that the kaleidoscope of consciousness wasn’t the mere ramblings of a wannabe explorer of consciousness but an actual, factual thing which has its own effect. This same link can be seen between a mother and child, breastfed, who can sense when there is a problem as the ether tells them. Philip K Dick is a great example of this because, even though he was a man, he had more than a few encounters with this thing that flips and twists and I, personally, believe he surfed it real well to sketch out the future we’re about to live in worlds of fiction. Its worth noting that he was, too, born a twin but his sis died within six weeks of incarnating which affected him deeply as he revisited this theme again and again in his writings. Look at his claims, read the texts, check the box office flicks and common links and you’ll note said trends he pushed with his pen that now are closer to fact than things of imagination… Tis a powerful place, pretend, or, if you uncontract it it spells:

Amazing, yes? Expect nothing less from a nation of magicians under the influence of spell that divides them from within and renders them dual in the process:

Its a kind of magick! Truly, it is… If only you could comprehend the shadows depth and talk without lips, listen with no ears and feel in your chest my innate Inner Sense. Then we’d be back in the neon forest where the sun never sets… Where was I? No, better yet, where am I? Oh yes, thats correct. I was penning a sketch about the the kaleidoscope of consciousness. It spins in two directions at the same instance. If you pay attention to one it gets more and more microscopic whereas the other is a telescope instead. In the mid? Grist for the mill aka your awareness. This is, I suspect, from whence the tales and legends of giants and tiny realms did spring because, I guess, back when, people were actually navigating this before it was franchised into a smaller version that dwells in their heads. Explains the sense of being stared at, real well, yes? Same with precognition and retrocausality as well because we’re suspended in this but its as invisible as water to a fish. To all expect the mystic, madman and poet it seems for the latter pushes the pen in ode to its magnificence whilst the former swims, with ease, in its hypnotic seas of rapturous melodies whilst he in the mid is stuck, up a creek and padding, whilst trying to use an earthbound GPS to navigate another realm. “Quick, to the mental asylum!” they said as they were scared he’d break the illusion for the rest, plugged in. Haven’t you ever wondered why, since the advent of forced internment in your local camp of concentration was made standard, we haven’t seemed to really progress or invent a thing and why this curious link between accessing the kaleidoscope, direct, and tech seems to have caused nothing but retreads and reboots in the fields, creative? Could there be some type of synthesis with the black mirror effect and the hex that spins on the poles of Saturn of which its a correlate? I’ll let you tell it…

The kaleidoscope of consciousness seems to be fixed, in the sense that it is what it is. What I mean by this is I asked a kid, back when, what would happen if I scooped out the insides of his best friend and put that exact same resonance in the shell of one he detests. To say he was confused would be an understatement but, for one schooled in the ways of the kaleidoscope, it made perfect sense hence why I said that you’ve never met a stranger and never will. Everyone we link on this incarnation is someone we previously interacted with so if someone does you solid, thank them and be grateful and if, on the flip, they try to kill you dead then also do the same as you’re simply balancing the scales as all that can exit from the other end of this process is the same that stepped in hence the thing about camels and needles, back when. To escape you must be totally detached as anything else signals to the simulation you want to be reskinned and plugged in (with a free mindwipe thrown in). So generous! The amazing thing about all of this is that, like riding a bike, never one forgets so the fact that you are here, one point five K words in, means that this concept is now in your head so if you move it to your chest you may die, be born again and be sitting there in class, bored, watching the sun reflect off the window then you remember the kaleidoscope of consciousness and life will never be the same again… Each one, teach one is the mindset hence why “do the Knowledge, my friend” is the song I sing as I skip to the exit in my last spin in this realm.

So, that means that Hitler was inevitable and, one day, you could be him. If you wish. We’re all playing parts in that respect but, on this level especially, the performance is so convincing that if a boy asks his schoolfriend to even imagine his interaction in dealing with one set of internals in another outer shell of an Opponent you could watch his gears jamming up as he just couldn’t comprehend the topic. Who knows? Maybe if I were born in the days of such gender fluidity and ease my peers would click as the kaleidoscope of consciousness may be the same old rainbow road of myth that, like Mario Kart says, has no limits at the edge and thus can only be navigated with skill as it reps the final challenge and ascent out of this realm as you transcend your personal tunnel and leave reality to the plebs and however they define it. Let me introduce to the Jim twins as their lives are sure to throw a monkey wrench into what you think you Thunk about everything:

Ohio, Nineteen Forty. A boy is born. And another, identical. They are split and adopted by two sets of parents that, for some reason, decide to name both of them “Jim”. Remember, Slaves weave the spell of “coincidence” and thus prevent all gnosis from entering their reality tunnel whereas the Warrior chooses, instead, to “go in, see dense“. Keep this in mind as we progress, yes? Both grew to become employed in the field of law enforcement – one as a sheriff, the other, security guarding. Both enjoyed woodworking and a skill for mechanical drawing they frequently indulged in. Both were twice married. Each picked a Linda for the first spin and, when this didn’t work, they found another named Betty to get hitched. Interesting, eh? They named their sons James Alan and both had dogs called Toy as well. An interesting glitch in the Matrix that involves them, indirect, is how both of their adoptive families took them on vacation to the same beach in Florida but the times were different. Curious, isn’t it?

That should be enough to get one pondering about the true nature of all of this Game, as I’ve said, where one inserts their Soul as a credit to wear the flesh for each spin but the hits just keep coming:

Both disliked spelling and found they excelled in maths whilst schooling, both drove Chevrolets and both were exceedingly keen on smoking. They had grown up less than fifty miles from each other but never met until one queried the court records thanks to a nudge from his adoptive parents. Here they discovered that both manifested tension headaches, bit their nails to the quick, and like the same brands of beer and cigarettes. Can you imagine this conversation and how one casually slipped a ref to the beach they went to as a kid and had the other nod his head? Its worth noting that one liked talking to share his feelings by talking whilst the other preferred pushing a pen, indirect, and this links in, real well, with what I said about one dominating whilst the other follows instead…

Now, one can attempt to debunk a lot of this and state things like “Certain media influences and socio economic factors mean that they were preselected to pick a specific drink, vehicle or type of cigarette and we can compare this metric with the average along with common names and the potential for syncs ergo I reject your hypothesis” as they sling the twin babies, wailing, out with the bathwater of their ignorance. You aren’t one of them, yes? Otherwise you wouldn’t still be reading and wondering what the hell kicks as the above is a pretty weird sketch that, nonetheless, two Souls lived… An interesting glitch is when they met and were tested both were asked, separately, to draw something and it was, you guessed it, identical. Twin studies are fascinating and we spot amazing trends, again and again, like having children on the same day as their sibling or, when meeting, discovering they both wore seven rings, three bracelets and a watch, ticking, and named their sons Andrew Richard and Richard Andrew whilst daughters sported Karen Louise and a Catherine Louise variation.

The Jim twins are, by far, the most spectacular example and highlight, real well, what I mean by the kaleidoscope of consciousness and potential reality tunnels therein as it explains, real well, how said syncs are possible whilst also accounting for the ever ephemeral “free will” which actually isn’t. But thats a deeper topic and we’re Knowing the Ledge about twins and their kaleidoscope of consciousness at the moment so we’ll save that for some place else…

To talk some further sass on top of what these boys to men did live I’d request you consider the real life tale of reincarnation in which a man, most disagreeable, was murdered, then popped up in a nearby village with a reskin (but no mindwipe) and told his parents he was a rich criminal that was killed and came to claim revenge by manifesting as their kid. What would you do, in this situation? Turns out he was correct and he got his assailants clinked whilst knowing all kinds of things about the man he was on last spin. More to heaven and earth, my friend. Just like that place is South America where “Herr Doktor” landed after being paperclipped and, what do you know, they started churning out loads of blonde haired, blued eyed twins, real quick.

Thats why its vital one Knows the Ledge because, just like the kaleidoscope spins, the tunnel you dig is etched within it as is the script of the character you’re playing and the rest hence why I’ve said, time and again, that the Game of Souls has you, my friend for if you are solely invested, with unshakeable confidence, that you are John of House Smith and the rest of the story that is etched in your head then you’re a Slave till the end but if you’ve ever, even for a moment, suspected that there may be more to all of this than stated in any official curriculum then, congratulations, you just may be capable of awakening the Warrior within and that would be quite great as then you can prove or dis my own theories by making the Path by walking and comparing notes from your trip because if one man says said thing exists it could be a delusion but if others, impartial, report the same thing then we may just be onto something and this, once again, links back in to the collective unconscious, the archetypal realm, the verdant fields of myth and golden ages all races recollect as, before the reality tunnel, personal, there was the kaleidoscope of consciousness…

That, in and of itself, is a hint because the reason why twins manifest those curious blips and syncs of doing the same thing but with differing flesh and lives is because they are two Spirits connected to one Soul aka variations on a script. Walk this forward a few steps, pause and reflect then the conclusion which drips into your consciousness is staggering in its implications but, to me, makes a load of sense hence the Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Your Past Lives Create Your Present Spin

Inspired by an earlier conversation:

“Your past lives create your present spin so you really don’t need me to do or say anything about these problems you present with as all the answers are within. After all, who Knows you better than your Self? Thats the 8 billion Soul question so do some digging”. She looked right and left. Was about to say something that faded on her lips and then just shook her head.

“No way. It can’t be that simple? Is it? Really? So, you’re saying the guy who left me heartbroken and jilted only did this as its something I’ve done on another spin? Hmm. OK, thats a bit out there but lets roll with it. I feel something has shifted, at my depths, during our conversation. It links in to what you said about us only interacting with figments of our imagination as, previously, I hated him for what he did but, once again, you questioned the depth of my affection if things shifted so quick ergo that means I’d fell for an illusion, correct? Hmm. I need more time to think about this. Its too big and too bitter to digest so quick so I’ll pop back in in a bit”.

It really is that simple, my friend. Take any factor that causes a negative emotion in your life and comprehend they are your energetics manifesting again. You can, if you wish, keep on doing as you did and get more of what you expect or your can stop, chill and then melt the blockage by whole heartedly accepting it. What do I mean by this? Simple, trace the feelings and emotions back to their inception. In the girl aboves example she was a middle kid and thus got all the overlooking you expect with this ergo often played second fiddle in relationships where the man was either still hung up on an ex or all about his business. As she progresses in her introspection I expect this knot will manifest and it can only be undone with tenderness and Self compassion as the basics of the Game are exceedingly mechanical. The net result of this is once we’ve processed these energetics the rest doth shift to manifest a state more attuned to your current vibe and, once felt, a lot of people have commented that we must, indeed, be within a simulation based on a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness as some pretty amazing things do kick once you realize your true strength and, most importantly, use it.

There are also benefits to certain negatives. For example, lets say you faced immense pain when stepping in and its caused a callous, of sorts, to form in your consciousness. Lets pretend you’ve never had any true relationships as that sense of trust was missing and have dwelled in intense loneliness. The flip is you have, back when, imperienced the exact opposite but did something to mess this up and thus the current hand thats dealt reflects the opposite but the upside is I’d be willing to bet, at least nine out of ten, will have far richer inner realms that they have probed, at depth, often by asking questions like “What is the matter with me?“. A strongly spiritual bent, not necessarily religious but I have seen this manifest, is also possible due to this process as said Souls turn their eyes from the world and seek solace in something far greater and beyond them. Its a simple case of reframing by changing the story in your head and thus I’ve said that negative thoughts are there to challenge as the Opponent will never, ever tell you this as his power comes from your weakness and thus one who comprehends they aren’t that which speaks but he who listens is, by definition, doing the Knowledge and no bad ever comes of this. In many ways life is perfectly balanced which can seem to be a strange observation in a realm that is filled with such strife and suffering but that is because the current stage is playing out at the lowest octave and thus we who manifest are, in some way, shape or form, here to service a debt. The upside is this phase offers immense grist for the mill that can, often, creates chances for liberation or, at the least, better luck next spin ergo develop a philosophical bent by taking responsibility for everything and ye shall prosper.

Apply this gnosis to your entire incarnation. Bad and good as both are hints. Another tell is something that you’re really, really good at but with little to no training. Lets say, for example, you have the skill of being able to eat a dish then recreate it at home with a healthy dose of intuition that you totally take for granted as you think everyone can do it. They can’t. This says you, previously, spent a lot of time building this skill and you can apply this reasoning to everything. These are your strengths as its not all bad but I used the negative to lead this article as that is what presented in the conversation of a girl, jilted. If you were here wouldn’t you rather know you were investing in an illusion before switching rings and, heaven forfend, bringing some kids into the mix that then lived to see their folks constantly arguing and thus setting into motion further debts as you, in part, generated this mess that created imprints. You can see this as an immense stroke of luck, if you wish, and not something that shattered your pretend world on the rocks of reality that left you weeping with eyes rimmed red and self esteem, hurting.

Another dope trip is to pretend you are the other person and truly step into their view to manifest how you seem from their lens. In the above scenario I would guess he schlepped due to her constant neediness and appetite for reassurance which, at first, can seem cute an endearing but after is a bit much if she questions why you’re still speaking to a girl you knew from back when because, even if this is platonic, the negative energetics within one partner can influence the other to some cheating as they feel the other gets them on a more fundamental level. Its a complicated web, wearing the flesh, but I push the pen to share some things that really do work in making a difference if you apply their energetics. What else? Lets see…

If you’re skint this is often due to the nature of the environment you came up in and a sense of devaluation because if you don’t place the crown on your head by embracing your skills and talents then no one else will. We have all seen people who give it big but don’t really have the skills seeming to triumph whilst many immense talents wither on the vine of indecision and die, sadly, with their music within. You can easily spot the link between these as, next spin, the latter will be more like the former and this creates the difference but why wait for death to shift when you can make the transition whilst living? Thats is, in a nutshell, the crux of the willhelpme project as a dude once said:

“Why the hell didn’t I think of this? Its so simple and brilliant! I’d been banging my head against a brick wall of ignorance out of habit and the desire to be correct when the true solution was taking a step to the left and opening the door of wisdom then walking through it. Genius!”.

He did just this and struck out on his own after complaining that his boss was an idiot, his colleagues were all dimwits and he could think of a billion better ways to run this business but nobody ever listened as they were convinced he was incorrect and, besides, things were running pretty decent. My question was:

“If you are so certain then why not take those chips and bet on Self?”. I advised him to set up a side hustle doing just this but freelancing. That meant an intense rearrangement of his home and leisure principles as he was, in effect, working two jobs in the same instance. The next step was rerouting his energetics so instead of haranguing his colleagues for their perceived ignorance he started filling pads with his observations and how best to make a lot from a little. This kicked for around months six until he’s scoped the competitors, knew the market outside and in then started building a client list by coming at them with an irresistible pitch we’d formulated that convinced them to take a chance on a new upstart who was determined to change the Game with new and creative ways of thinking. Net result? He was way more content than he’d ever been as he was never meant to work in a team due to his fiercely competitive spirit that also manifested in his adoration of chess as he said it was a demonstration of intellect and will in which the best mind triumphed and even if he was checkmated he ran the moves back to spot the point that would make all the difference and this was the same mind he was applying in an office but that was akin to a cruise liner operation and he’d be far more comfortable in a speedboat that whipped right or left to his whims and if it capsized that was his problem so best get to swimming.

Life, in many ways, tries to make you a square watermelon and a lot of true wisdom comes from deprogramming your inherited ignorance and daring to think different. I will say, as a warning, that not all Souls are cut out for the solo dolo thing as many stress off the responsibility this brings. A good way to tell is how you react to a blank page as some can’t wait to scribble and get out whats within whilst others find an immense sense of dread and need someone else to tell them what to do. This too can be remixed as you can trace its imprint as, in one case, a girl had a mother, overbearing, who often said:

“No, no, no. That isn’t how you do it. Let me show you whats correct”.

A heavy trip to put on a six year old playing with dolls, isn’t it? And yet, its exceedingly common as a lot of what we inherit from our parents is akin to karmic baggage and ignorance presented as wisdom and tradition so if you feel a sense of guilt (or other negative) creeping then, congratulations, it means you’re on your way to healing and regaining that state of fearlessness you once happily played in.

Your past lives create your present spin. A few simple examples should be enough to light the candle of gnosis within so grab a pad and pen then write down an inventory of your life, as it is, then flip it and pretend the negatives are aspects of a challenge to overcome in this bit. It is worth nothing that there is a lot of symbolism in this and its not a simple X = Y equation but that needs a higher resolution as it could be that you, back when, ran a charitable institution for waifs and strays in which you pilfered the donations whilst reveling in the image but, secretly, living lavish off things nobody counted as those in your care were suffering. The Hells Angel effect, I call it as demonstrated, real well, by the rich wretch in the link that wouldn’t give the dying an Aspirin. Internally, your moral compass was aware so if, in this spin, you got parents that whipped the skin off your rear end and generally made childhood feel like a living hell now your know the reason and thus the solution can be to become morally correct and scrupulously honest. Actually, that fix, ten out of ten, creates a natural state of equilibrium which is why I generally advise it, everywhen, as whenever we fib to another we are, on some level, lying to ourselves and that particular Path (for most, untread) can be exceedingly revealing in why life manifests as it did as a dude constantly cheated on his wife due to an immense feeling of dissatisfaction due to her constant arguing and subsequent withholding of affection that led him to seek solace between the legs of other women. These were extremely easy to find due to his looks and occupation but, afterwards, it only made him more aware of a nagging emptiness within. I asked him to sit with it as it was the feminine yin to his masculine yang indulgences and see what it said. What it replied to him was that he simply didn’t appreciate what presented and chose, instead, to focus on what was lacking which magnified the absence of attraction, as expected. He drew up a list of all the things his wife did really well and was quite surprised at how big it ended.

“Next time she does X look at B instead then make that your point of focus. See what happens”.

He did this and transmuted his bad relationship into one based on S&M as this gave a perfect vent to her need for devalidation (her own imprint) and the immense amounts of affection he felt at someone who trusted him, implicit, to be so open and welcoming whereas, before, he generally got freaky with the flings as he expelled his rage into them via vigorous thrusting as a way of venting his discontent but, with her, it was taken to another level as finally felt secure in his masculine which, in turn, allowed her essence (previously frozen) to melt. Net result? Bliss, marital.

Like I said, its a complex field and you’ll never know what you’ll find in the shadows as, before this, neither of them had ever considered taking what they did with intellect (and subsequent denial of the physical) and flipping the paradigm into something far more pleasurable as she got to bring out his edge whilst, in turn, becoming totally passive and they are now way more content than they’ve ever been ergo whilst the past is always present that doesn’t mean you can’t unwrap the gift in this spin as its all energy, in the end, and its up to you how it manifests as the Game takes place inside your awareness.

The alternative is running the treadmill with its empty promises of what is over the next hill as it sings “Then, finally, I will be good enough” via that voice in your head aka the only Opponent to exist and what keeps so many Souls pinned to the wheel of time.

Till we meet again

Bits of You, Stuck in Time

“I don’t care about his size, I’ll punch out his lights then send him an electric bill” he said, getting hyped before the fight. Outside the image may appear quite fearsome as we have a chap that isn’t slim and trim nor is he shmoozing to avoid bruising his competition. Inside, however, its a totally different script. Like I said about the kid who did everything but study for his test due to the immense stress he couldn’t accept he felt this chap was no different. He was covered in tattoos. Like an exoskeleton. That was one of the odd things that got my attention as, back when, this wasn’t all that common as people had the usual ink that appeared to be dotted, at random, but his whole canvas was filled. “Thats got to mean something” I said, to my Self and then proceeded to ask questions:

“I have a theory that opines each time a needle and ink sliced your skin, outside, that was done to equate or hide some pain you feel within. What do you think?“. He put down his drink, blinked and furrowed his brow before saying:

“Yes”.

That was it. “Cool” then dipped as A) I didn’t know him, B) I’d got an answer and C) it seemed my hypothesis was correct so I left it at that and went back to emptying the fruit machine. By the way, old school tip. If you listen to the sound the tank makes when you put your pound in you can tell if its filled or needing to be fed. Then you select one of those that has the Game option as well as the reels where you ping around a board to try and score a deal. What you do next is reject the prize event it offers not once or twice but thrice and then something of interest happens. It empties its cache all over the carpet. How did I discover this? Simple, the principles of observation and experimentation as the sound bit was Self evident because if your quid sounded like it fell into the abyss then that bish ain’t been fed in a minute. If, on the flip, you hear the “chink” the moment you drop it then its winning season. The next bit came from pondering the simple logic that must be on display for this rudimentary Game as it had to be a basic IF, OR, AND, THEN program which meant it expected you to play like a human. Case in point, if the main prize is Two Hundred and Fifty and you get on the board after a couple of spins and it offers a tenner for a quid most people will accept. If you reject you have a chance of losing but if the soundboard was filled this is reduced as well so it will offer you a twenty now. Who would reject this? Well, if its belly was not rumbling and you’d timed the tumbling well then after this rejection you get a fifty up in your grill. The interesting thing was if you said no to the this the Game just stopped working and emptied its reserves. Turns out this was intended and it was a way for the owner to cleanse it without going through the faff of opening the machine with keys. This I didn’t know, back when, as I was operating off observation and deduction ergo when I drew the link that none of the criminals around the ends did a mischief on a straight head but when steroids and amphetamine were in their systems its was time to get wicked I started noting how peeps would tend to get new ink after such events. They didn’t spot the links but I saw it enough to sense a Pattern hence when I met said gunslinger mentioned I couldn’t help but wondering. A while later he said:

“Why did you ask me that question?“. I told him I wanted answers and had been trained by the best to go right to the connect and get that potent product with no half steps. He grinned at the reference. Thats how we started talking. Then we leapt to the bit at the head and now we’ll shift to the aftermath of said events as his Opponent was sent to A&E with multiple contusions of the brain and his features, rearranged.

“Run it back again. Who were you really fighting? It couldn’t have been him as A) you’d just met him B) what he did wasn’t deserving of said agg and C) you said you didn’t care about his size but he was the same height and weight anyway”.

“Hmm” he said, icing his fists and spinning his Rolodex. This is what I mean about bits of you, stuck in time, my friend. They give not an F about the Plank Constant or speed of light mess as they move at the power of darkness from within the shadows depth ergo its everywhen in an instant. The wildest part is they are you, unfiltered and direct, but suppressed to create the Pane Body, mentioned. In dreams you often meet them, up close and personal. They are also the true cause of the dreaded “bad trip” and, I strongly suspect, what underpins a schizophrenics hallucinations. Its worth noting that those with a wild rep often kept a wide berth from the previous in patients now “cared for” by the community as the government heads juked the stats and unleashed a whole load of mental patients to the pavements to fend for themselves… As a wise man once said:

“I’m crazy but he’s genuinely insane! You’ve got some strange friends…”.

Not long after this was when he had he breakthrough event that I mentioned in the other article as he cracked the shell of the (false) self and things were never the same again as he glimpsed the code of the Matrix that was, previously, lodged in his subconscious and running things. Another girl I met had a more subtle form of awakening so I guess its horses for courses thing… Life is a pretty strange thing, isn’t it? I mean, so many of you accept the premise of a rock that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance as the base totality of your reality but I’m still not certain on even this as everything is a strong opinion, loosely held inside my OS so I stop and smell the roses, often. Its a celebration, bishes!

If you have a field with two rows of crops and one of them is radiantly spry and the other isn’t the pests will come and dine on the one that is weak first. Animals do this too. As do the entities that consume humans like food. This is why it doth behoove one to awaken the Warrior within by doing the Knowledge as the pavement pugilist attests for many people think rote regurgitation for the test equals intelligence and thus would look down on him but, in the same swing, they all acknowledge that street smarts are a thing they’re mostly lacking in as they never needed to develop it. Some folks are born with their head on a swivel as its a means of surviving the madness they inherited to wear flesh in the lineage they incarnated in. This is the reason I’ve said you’re perfectly equipped to play the hand, dealt, to win as that is how the Game is. It may, however, hide the truth of this behind a load of IF, OR, AND, THEN programming with some carrots it dangles like coping mechs, the art of pretend, disassociation and fronting. Each bring a “reward” but, in the end, you’re cheating your Self as the machine was filled as it was yours for the taking as you are the owner of said establishment and this is all part of the challenge of mastering the Temple of flesh you’re currently wearing. Thats 8 billion jackpots, unclaimed, he gets to rake as long as the rest don’t click they’re spending all the money that he says is fit to print as part of the ultimate hustle…

Doesn’t that make a lot more sense or maybe even a little? These bits that are stuck in time form and bind tensions in the mind and flesh which are filled with what I’ve termed Pixems. They are bands of resistance that drain ones life current as we try to resist what persists by pretending it doesn’t exist. In many cases the effect releasing them has on ones personality is so dramatic it becomes Self evident we are way more than the skin and its presence simply modulates, not creates, consciousness but thats a higher res thing. These bits are raw, unfiltered and intense. They give no Fs about your social pretense and I strongly think they’re the reason we have wars, sports and entertainment as they allow a vent for said things but that is also akin to scratching a photo to soothe an itch. And yet, pixels on a screen can cause a grown man to sob like a kid as he remembers the life he could’ve lived and actually wanted before another mantle was thrust onto him. Its a strange world, isn’t it? Lately I’ve been wondering why I bother doing this when I could, instead, divert those energetics to working on my Self because I Know the Ledge and the 8% stats tell the true pic because the rest simply do not care about this and will actively resist gnosis so who am I to tell them? I do suspect the reason is that if I were suffering and someone had the key to unlock my inner realms I’d surely appreciate the hint as, one thing is for certain, its never boring. Often petrifying though but, after a while, you simply ease into the tension with whole hearted acceptance and that, my friend, is time traveling in full effect.

The rest of the plebs are, seemingly, content running around in a winter wonderland dreaming of champagne supernovas without ever stopping to ponder, at all, why life feels like running into a brick wall, back when, so they lay, dazed, and believe whatever Simon Says as he inserts stories into their head they accept as as a self but its not the real thing. To admit this deception would be akin to throwing the imposter from the helm and the parasite of consciousness like this not one bit ergo its not the Soul resisting but something else and, guess what, he’s got the whole Earth in his hands…

The hardest thing to be in this world is you because its a one of one deal. So what if the deck is rigged with cards marked and chips not worth a zip? Play it to win. Play it to win, my friend. The art of recapitulation is going back through these old events and recoding your OS because the past is always present but the most ironic thing is only now exists and its what you pick that defines the future ergo we’re constantly time traveling, yes? The Fourth Dimension is as invisible to most as water to a fish and due to this ignorance they two step on the treadmill instead.

The thing with the criminal element is they, often, rejected societies programming and thus still retain the capacity to think whereas the rest, well adjusted, Thunk instead but never seem to question why that voice in their head issues thoughts, totally predictable… I guess they’re waiting for the echoes to speak which is pretty wild, isn’t it? The streets provide a freedom that the boardroom cannot even imagine and yet I’ve often said that if you picked a single parent off the dole and asked them to balance the spends of a nation she’d ace the test due to being used to doing more with less ergo the world is a mess on purpose which opens up a whole nother chamber of gnosis.

If you wish.

Till we meet again

Every Facet of Your Reality Was Programmed

From end to end, first to last then back again – Every facet of your reality was programmed.

Have you ever booted a system with no operation, available? Better yet, with no CMOS level tech as that is what says who sits where, when and talks in what sequence. These are the basics. The low res sketch is default and its handled by the reptilian. No, I’m not talking about Bowser and his clique but the R Complex inside your head. This is what makes you blink, sneeze and realize you are now breathing manually. Ain’t that something? Words are weapons and thoughts are things, my friend. We are in a constant state of hypnosis that is recreated from moment to moment like a real life Ship of Theseus. In that respect you are little more than a concept made flesh and that is how powerful whats inside your head is as its the internal OS that runs this bish and every facet of it was programmed. By whom? When? With what intent? There is a saying which says “Garbage out from garbage in” meaning if the code is incorrect it will work, perfect, and create what it says. Think of the bulimic who appears wafer thin but sees, reflected, an orca in the mirror. Something is obviously out of whack, yes? Taking this up to level ten its worth considering the MPD patient who is deathly allergic to strawberries and yet once the dial flips to decode another wavelength of consciousness she eats them with a grin and has no physical reaction or anaphylaxis. Things like this really should (or could) make you think about what truly kicks in this realm and implications of wearing flesh.

Every facet of your reality was programmed but the most amazing thing about the Game is a man can flip it any way he doth wish as it exists inside your consciousness. Granted, there are certain elements and parameters one must consider in order to keep it realistic as people think its akin to an 8 stone weakling winning Mr Olympia without lifting a thing. It isn’t. Metaphysical bodybuilding is what it is and thus it always starts simple so a way to get ripped, in the mental sense, is to maintain your awareness. Before you do this the pink dumbell bit is just learning how to watch your mind and realizing:

“Oh, heck! I’m not the voice in my head but something that watches in silence instead“.

That, alone, places you ten steps aheart of the rest and well on your way to forging that mothership connection with higher consciousness whilst living. Once you get familiar with this resonance realize that response-ability is free will then flex that muscle. Use it to challenge negative thoughts and I’d be willing to bet the you that steps is so totally different to the one, unchecked, who had that old OS in his head that you best take notes to keep the change fresh as the mind cannot imagine being anything beyond what it is. Read that back again, its the key to the whole lesson. You ever notice how that homonym spins lessen as well? That isn’t a coincidence for those who go in and see dense to comprehend its the same reason why you don’t spend seven rays in a strength and invest the two off in getting strengthened. There’s rules to this here, life has an unhidden manual.

Metaprogramming the biocomputer may seem like an archaic way of stating it but its so accurate as this silicon beast in our midst is something that, off rip, was designed to mimic and replace hence “Control, Alter and Delete” being the programmed they sent along with “In this sign, conquer” as well as the whole bitten apple thing where Siri (flip it) covets your iris. This is basic res, you should be well ahead of this by now but I sprinkle the seeds for those just tuning in and pushing my views to the millions as, all around the world, people are waking up to incontrovertible proof of the truth that we are inside a simulation based on a coherently collapsed creation of consciousness and this is Self evident when you consider the ridiculousness of how fine the tolerance is for there to even be a planet and whole solar system. Sprinkle onto this the optimal elemental mix to create all the flora and fauna you take for granted along with complex systems like blood clotting with its cascade effect that works so well and its akin to you siting in the nosebleed seats of a stadium, blindfolded, and throwing a dart with pixel precision to hit the one and only magic mushroom growing on the field. Times ten. That is how improbable all of this is and thats why all of the sciences strain in their separate directions and no one forms a coherent narrative of what they’re uncovering and fewer still link this in with the wisdom of the ancients which called it just this and had ancient facts and things we’ve only just confirmed or haven’t discovered yet. More to heaven and earth, my friend…

Every facet of your reality was programmed and the intent at the helm doesn’t appear to like those who contradict this as the Game has a shooting script with tech revealed, as and when. Tesla is the perfect example and how they parade that thief dressed in purple as the fount of wisdom when the current level of ignorance where they think smashing small atoms into lesser things will render a solution when, as they said in Kemet, “There is no end and no perfection in this realm” as they hearted for the exit with this as light as a feather on the scales after they built what they did to send a message to the ones who come next and, no, I’m not talking about the latter day move ins who rechipped the Sphinx and sold a load of BS but the true OGs of the Game who made it, their way. Did they leave? Did they stay? Did they simply elevate to a higher state and remain, on call, Twenty Four/Seven, should you say the right words to draw them in? Are they we? Are you me? Together we? What if the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was not building a realm, counterfeit, but faking the funk, once again, to sell the head trip of Techno Sapiens? What then? What if we’re dead and this is Hell? You ever ponder this? Like what do they have there that humans haven’t already discovered and implemented? Thats the 8 billion Soul question, isn’t it?

There are things I’ve seen, places I’ve been and vistas, perceived, that would make most flip their lid. The fact that I’m still kicking is it testament that it all takes place inside my awareness ergo the question is “What is the meaning for me?” as I decode this reality and thus it does not encode me. That is the master key to be free, my friend. Mix in total detachment and the earlier stage of resonance which is a neutral acceptance of whatever happens and you’re well on your way to gaining enlightenment in the flesh which is one of the upsides of living in hell. I mean, consider this text where I said that people in the future will be beautiful pseudo immortals that engage in lots of sex and tell who the heck would think about seeking the exit then ponder on the fact that that is the worst it will get as each stage ups in res and delivers a stronger and stronger hit to the less and less that remain and it all just makes sense. Well, that and the future memories I’ve mentioned as well as the hint that man is a machine of desire creation ergo to turn off, tune out and drop in will be the next black hat hacker mindset. In many ways you could claim that schizos are the beta testers of a new OS as the fresh spin will be akin to a controlled hallucinogenic trip just as reality as it stands is nothing but consensual madness as we invest emotion in symbols then forget we built them to rep something else. Point this out and people yelp and miss all the heavenly splendor you’re trying to draw to their attent. I guess there are dangers to deprogramming and most are too hopelessly plugged in to even accept they aren’t the flesh or “John of House Smith” but actually pure consciousness.

This is why, I suspect, you need to spend a couple of decades, legally mandated, at your local camp of concentration as they switch out think for Thunk and most don’t spot the drop in res. And yet, if I could upgrade your mental software with a click you’d grin as the familiar newness did its thing and you’d swiftly recollect that something must’ve caused the glow to dim. Tell me this pic isn’t accurate, my friend:

Where does that glow go? I wondered since a jit and I had my first existential crises when I was not long out of Pampers and came to realize that my parents, miserable, were once children as well. Up until that realization did kick I thought everyone was just born like this and it was nothing special but to comprehend the shadows depth that I’d never seen them dance or sing, scribble with a crayon or play with an imaginary friend was so horrifying that I’ve been thinking about it since. That meant, as you may guess, that I rejected all programming and actively set about hacking the Matrix instead which lead to a brush with death as the Architect sent his Agents to do their thing but even this didn’t sway my attempts as I’d had two NDE before crawling so it appears you’re born with a mission etched in which makes perfect sense as life follows a script and we simply play the parts that are writ ergo this must be the job nobody wanted. Can you imagine the length and breadth of foolishness of wishing to tell humans they’ve been tricked and all are being pimped by a voice in their head that isn’t them? Not only this but virtually every single thing they accept about anything is, at best, a distortion or flat out fabrication. The oddest bit?

They don’t want to be happy, just correct. I mean, Who the heck wants to declare war on their (false) self? Well, by my estimation, 8% (aka the chosen who choose themselves) are capable of awakening the Warrior within in this realm which is an artful illusion wrapped in a deception that presents ignorance as wisdom and any other polarity flip you can imagine as long as you keep paying attention to what the what the man behind the curtain says in a tone you accept as Self hence not only is every facet of your reality programmed, my friend, you are, in effect, complicit in your own oppression if you chose the broad way of ignorance – paved and well lit – when the Path of Power doth present an opportunity to awaken in the flesh and see the lay of the land as it is and not what Simon Said, back when, and folks accept as gospel without stopping to check the small print. I say all of that to say this:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

I do, sometimes, wonder what the point is in me pushing the pen and sending this fresh dataset to the digitization of man collective unconscious because the ones who Know the Ledge will get there without my help. The well adjusted masses with their heads artfully placed inside their rear ends will kick up a stink if I dare suggest the true cause of their back pain whilst the 11% that wove this spell and programmed every facet of their existence from here to death and back again must be grinning at my Quixotic quest, yes? Well, it keeps things interesting, eh? I’ve got to say though:

How can there be any secrets when its literally all in front of them? From the constant threes on the four to the scores on the door – nothing is hid. Thats on Blood, Crip! Repping that five, all the way live, or is it a six till the end type flex? Do they comprehend the shadows depth? Are they supposed to or is it just a numbers on a list thing for the forces at the helm? Who’s winning between blue and red then? Asking from the golden section… To everyone else, still reading:

It doesn’t matter if you stepped into the flesh, now, at present or in the future of silicon and carbon remixes as well as any other time you can imagine. Every facet of your reality will be programmed and this will be, on spec, as invisible as water to a fish unless you make the moves to transcend ergo that should drop the hint about being in and not of, yes? If an external clique can etch a script what is to say you can’t flip it or, better yet, comprehend that its written, starring and directed by thee, ultimately? This is metaprogamming, in full effect:

Go back the way you came.

In the interim its all about stripping reality to its basics to find what remains constant – awake or in bed – from one life to the next… You are this. By definition, accepting any less or more is testament to ignorance but who peeps the tree, living, when they’re focused on the image slung across the taut flesh of the canvas? Get it? “Taught“.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Everything Is a PsyOp. Including Your Life

Lets say there are three types of people on the planet. Those who think everything is a conspiracy, the ones who believe they’re crackpot lunatics and life is totally genuine, unscripted and authentic and then there are those who think everything is a conspiracy. Now, you may think I’ve been taking maths lessons from Eddie (even though he is correct) but there is more depth to this at a higher res. Dig:

The first person sees some things, misses others and draws links that may or may not be correct. He spends a lot of time on the web and is drip fed other peoples concepts that validate his perceps and thus he digs, digs, digs his reality tunnel on spec. Conversations are usually held with those who buy in, together this clique believe they are enlightened and the mutual reinforcement does its thing as they hop from one hot topic to the next and try and predict trends etc, etc. Its a huge distraction. A shell Game, if you will. Its like escaping a Matrix and finding yourself within a construct called “Freedom” when, in reality, its another trick. The other dude in question is different. He may have started out like the rest who congregate around the web and speak on what happens if you scan a dollar bill then invert the image whilst listening to a Ramones record at a third pitch on the fifth Tuesday of the month when Sirius is retrograde but, eventually, he disconnects as he clicks its just a trick and how the information may be dense but it misses a lot of simple things. Here begins a spiritual awakening, my friend, and things are never, ever the same again. Consider this:

From an energetic perspect anything you observe is consuming what you send whilst you think you’re doing the same to the content. Its a two way process. Porn is a great example of this as we have a couple or three people on set, sexing, and, in the real world, many other ejaculating real seeds of creation via a black mirror, three colors and repeated pixels that scratch an itch within with a distantly close mimic that is filled with imagination and intent. Isn’t that a kind of magic? I think it is. This is why I said what you watch says a lot about your inner realms and how a three day extreme detox can bring you face to faceless with what was hidden as a lot of these distractions are projections. With that in mind the constant F Five clickers who think there is a shadowy clique that runs everything and makes animals of man that are perpetually pimped are, in directly, sending the same people their attention but in a much more intense way than those who take it in in passing. Run that back again and marinate for a sec because energy flows where awareness goes which is why your ears prick up a bit when you close your eyes and you pay heed to internal signals. Maybe thats the cause of Stevies gifts or he could be pretending? Wouldn’t that be a wheeze? Like a lifetime award achieved for the prestige it brings:

Stranger things have happened, my friend, like the Hells Angels herself who sent many to their death with a grin, Aspirin and covert conversion then said “The suffering of the poor is simply the best!” whilst clutching many Ms on deck. Make that make sense and, while you’re there, remember to give Nayirah her cheque for a script well read and over a hundred thousand Iraqis, dead. Where should they send it? Why, to the Embassy in Washington where her father was working. Yep, you read that correct as the whole thing was a trick using the services of three letter agents and a PR firm named Hill and Knowlton who coached what she said to create the pretext to “liberate” oil from a tyrants grip.

Listen, since I stepped into the Game I’ve been quite familiar with death as I had two of the near experiences before I’d started crawling and the latest sent me to the depths from which I had to climb up again ergo I speak what I live and have peered behind the curtain and, Toto, we ain’t in Kansas, my friend. Nor is it Shelbyville. Its a weird place called the Third Dimension where the fix is in and the tolerances for life to exist are so razor thin you’d think they were etched with the same laws that built the stone complex of pyramids in the South Americas and the rest of the immense monoliths. Here, from nothing, we have everything and, for some reason, people can’t stop themselves from being hell bent with an appetite for destruction which is only outstripped by a need for deception that, itself, runs a far distant second to a cheery “Death to the infidels!” as everyone believes the real life man upstairs rides with them against the opposition. Someones got to be wrong, statistically, yes?

That, in a nutshell, is why I said that everything is a PsyOp. Including your life. Because it is.

From the language you speak to the concepts you accept, the symbols you venerate and ones you detest, the blue and the red which hide the purple in the mid (which, itself is a fake of the gold which is never told but often sold to fools who buy in to real counterfeits). Nayirah, in many ways, ushered in the modern era of the web where its all filtered to death and heavily edited as well whilst algos and AI bots further stir the pot to ensure the frogs in the kitchen don’t click there is but only one chef in this bish… Before you think I’m jaded and hating from a basement why not research the opposite? Why did Amnesty International run the same testament about Iraqis playing football with dead babies heads as they laughed, demonic, and emptied a banana clip on a paraplegic trans lesbian and whatever other hot topic they can cram in which is a bit of a stretch but I made it to show how ridiculous the whole thing is and why appeals to authority are logical fallacies as they are all, in the end, bought and paid for, my friend.

Its all manipulation. All of it. From the womb to the tomb its simply a prep for the next bit which, in ignorance, has you slammed back in the flesh after a swift mindwipe doth kick and then you do it all again. And again. And again. The Game of Souls has you, my friend. See what I mean about three types of people in this realm? The first kind intuit the sketch and think something is wrong with their off the peg mindset as it doesn’t quite fit correct and some bits don’t make sense so they investigate the options. They’ll be able to tell you the thread count, pattern of stitch, who designed it and where it was minted, shipped and distributed as well as who is involved, the spiders web and all manner of things which are, in the end, irrelevant. Here is what demarcates one who has awakened the Warrior within from the rest:

He gives not an F about the window dressing they present or stories they sell and the rest as he comprehends the only thing worth a blip is Knowledge of Self. There it is. Ask the Slave who they are and its:

“I am John of House Smith. We, being English, like cricket and I think sprouts are quite spiffing. I enjoy reading Kipling and do it all for my Kingdom”. Or it was. Nowadays you’ll probably get:

“I am John of House Smith but my wifes boyfriend said we should double barrel instead and seeing as he wears the pants (and lining out of my woman) I guess I’ll go with it so you can call me John of House Smith-Chad, OW!. That hurts, stop it… What? I’ll correct. That is John of House Chad-Smith. I mean House of Chad featuring John Smith”.

Tell me I’m lying? This is why I predicted the whole depop thing as its all social engineering in the end. That and the sex robots are coming to mop your intense loneliness as they graciously accept all the fluids you can jet into their approximated human flesh. Are you starting to get the sketch because I haven’t even scratched the surface yet as there is so much depth to this it makes perfect sense why schizo, schizo when they come face to faceless with a ruthless monolith that is called “The way it is”. Take Run DMC, for example. Heck, take Hip Hop as it is, was and will be as it was built, from the ground up, by the Feds. I know, that sounds ridiculous and it made me go “What the F?” when it first trickled into my awareness but then it made way more sense as how many bad decisions were based on a lifted drum sample and lyrical poisons they sent and made seem most attractive? Same with Grunge, except for this you won’t even have to dig as I’ll give you a starter for ten that just makes way too much sense:

Can you see the length, breadth and depth of this operation? The work may be mysterious and important but I’d be willing to bet not a man in the clique peeps the whole thing but, like Bruce said, a man can see further through a tear than a telescope and I’ve shed a few of them as I reconnected my ravaged inner realms to come to this conclusion. Its why I said enlightenment is a solo sport and questioned what Hell has that isn’t present whilst opining the opposite of how this, for some, can be heaven sent as well but, like Lxvecraft sketched:

Ain’t that the truth, my friend? I’m not depressed (and no, its not a chemical imbalance) nor am I hallucinating (they are actually seeing what, to most, is invisible) but I do feel my grip on the elephant is whole and total whilst others clutch a bit and believe what their myopic story says as they pray to the massive wall for salvation or cheer for their rope that swings from the heavens whilst others say the serpent is the best and those shake their heads and know the tree trunk in front of them is as real as it gets etc etc. You feel what I’m saying, yes? And yet, I wonder what the point is in me sharing this as it looks lifetimes of deaths to comprehend I’m a god in the flesh and by that I mean an immortal wearing skin for my true nature is pure consciousness and this is a gift (and aspect) of the Prime, pre-existing of whom there is but one and yet is present in everything. Yes, even that rock is sentient which is why it grows to a blueprint thats etched in its resonance and why a diamond is, technically, worthless but they’ve got you convinced its a token of affection for which you spend a few checks on ring to let her show off the bling. How many women comprehend that their red hot passions doth chill once the ice slips in? I’ll let you tell it…

I could go on and on. The list is endless. The only thing which is true, without question, is that consciousness (aka the Hard Problem) is everything and its not made by the flesh for you are it, my friend. The Earthday Suit is simply a mode of conduction to interact with a limited dimension that sells ignorance as wisdom and any other dialectic you can imagine hence why I said I feel like Jon Snowman up in this realm who did melt, without a sweat, to become a pool of water that ascends as the rays beat down on it to up its vibration back to the cloud consciousness from which we jet to wear flesh and then go round and round again until we click the trick and choose to step off the psychosocial treadmill.

The first step to wisdom is recognizing our ignorance. The next is examining, critical, that which you daren’t challenge before following it up with a quick twist and doing the Knowledge as, I assure you, my friend, things will never be the same again as you too will, one day, click that everything is a PsyOp, including your life in this sim which is no hypothesis for it is a real life Matrix which, to quote from the book which inspired the flick about playing with your percepts:

“No one in the audience could ever guess at how the trick was done, even though a moment’s logical thought would have solved the mystery“.

There it is. Why I said there are many who think its business as usual, a fringe who click something is a miss but misspend their energetics in ignorance and the few who comprehend the entire realm takes place inside their consciousness and to sell such a huge grift takes tireless effort and dedication which comes thanks to the 11% who are, in effect, Agents of the Matrix. But, thats another topic. Its all about presentation, in the end. That is the trick and effect as well intent of the performance so, if you’re enjoying it, go ahead. If not, get aheart instead and you’ll start to question why the Washington head of the NAACP was a White woman in fancy dress or how Archibald Stansfeld Belaney became Chief Grey Owl which begs the question of why when there are billions of Indians did they spray paint Ben Kingsley to play Gandhi instead and, better yet, how come no one ever said a thing about the millions of them Churchill killed with his own private apocalypse for which there have been no motion pics, museums or dedications before we ponder on the safety suicide nets Apple installed to turn brushes with death into impromptu trampoline sessions instead before a swift “morale correction” rained down with bunched fists and nightsticks to ensure you sport the latest gadget in your grip to flaunt a life you don’t truly live on the web to those just as inauthentic.

Did you research into the music scene as I said? If so you would comprehend that the boys from Laurel Canyon paved the way for Lennon and them and how those Hippie kids (holding signs given to them and songs written by military kids whilst under the influence of lab made hallucinogens) are directly linked with Grunge hitting and making depression and mental ills a cool thing (see the current web where everyone has symptoms but little in the way of solutions as they need this for their self ident – like House of Chad-Smith) whilst, on the other end, gangsta rap had us acting ill because, like Dre said:

As he laughed his way to the bank with a billion for a part well played in the global operation. They’re all actors, my friend. Just like the Prestige said, its a lifetime performance. Now here’s Bill with the weather! Once you click how stage manged this whole thing is and how people don’t make it but are placed instead you see with another lens at a far higher res and thats when the real strangeness doth commence as what are the chances of Bruces last flick predicting, on the button, what would happen with his kid and then there is the whole thing of their lineage being pursued by a demon which may or may not be the same thing yelled by ever schizo in this realm and yet no one scientist, ever, has drew a link that this people of disparate levels of intelligence, wealth, time and any other metric you can imagine are all, to a man, saying exactly the same thing:

That something they don’t comprehend is playing with their heads.

Yet, none dare call it conspiracy. But it is. You want to know what the kicker is? The bandy legged Chinese magician in the clip, linked, was actually a White man named William Ellsworth Robinson who sharked his whole shtick from a native and (like Elvis) sold his own rendition to the rest ergo a Matrix within a Matrix or a pimp pimping pimps. I’ll let you tell it. Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend and there is no greater trick than the voice in your head that pretends to be you and, right now, it says:

“Don’t believe a word he said. I am you. You are me. There is no difference between. I say, you do. How many times have I looked after you?”. And if you don’t acquiesce it releases stress chemicals that make you Thunk again and that is, by far, the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled and, right now, he has billions in his grip. Tell me, am I crazy for seeing it or mad for calling it? What if those who live “in sane” are actually in the right place and its the outsane fools who need to check the sketch in their head and who penned it?

Till we meet again

Wall Street and the Birth of Wokism

If I were to say its all a rich mans trick that would be pretty accurate. The thing is with this bitter pill is that most balk at the thought of digesting it as they’re too used to the saccharine sweet deceptions they writ in the heads, back when, and now are sacrosanct and beyond question. Not such a problem for I and it worth noting the perspect that he who gets you mad is your Master in this realm ergo do the Knowledge, my friend.

What if I told you that Wall Street actually birthed Wokism to deflect from itself and its shady practices? Would you suggest I need to up my meds? Adjust my tinfoil turban or show and prove the statistics so you can make an informed decision? Cool, how about this:

Isn’t that interesting? See why I said watching the news is bad for your health? This realm presents an all out attack on your Inner Sense and the thing with the real is it can only be suppressed with immensely elegant deceptions that need constant reinforcement. I think Hitler said something like this or a member of his clique. They’d know a thing or ten about manipulation but how many folks stopped to ponder if the Reich actually ended or did the Paperclips simply spread their reign or were they, tinfoil activated, simply birds of feather that flock together and were two parts of the same script ala the Hegelian Dialectic? Its worth noting who did the financing, who profited and the shape of the modern world based on these events as they may present a different script to the one you’re accustomed… Anyway, thats another topic. We’re talking about Wall Street and the birth of Wokism!

Have you ever went to see a live magician that did a trick which was so impressive you bought another ticket for the next showing because you couldn’t figure what he did? No? Well, I’m exactly that type of gent as once I get a question in my head I simply can’t relent until I know what makes it tick and then I’ll see if I can improve it. People used to be bugged out in double oh when they stepped into my crib and were thrilled to see my homegrown Netflix that was jerry rigged from other pieces of tech that I’d strung together to beam music and movies via stream, invisible, all over the place for my convenience. When I clicked what the trickster done did I was disgusted as it was so stupidly simple but I had to give him props for how well he dressed it as presentation is everything. In that respect he aced the first performance but bombed upon closer inspection. Kind of like the Towers, yes? But that may be bridge too far for people who don’t believe there are genocidal maniacs at the helm that constantly use traumatic symbol programming to push the masses where they wish. Its the old carrot and stick routine, if you hadn’t guessed and I’m sure that every Eighties flick featuring a screaming brown skinned fundamentalist was pure coincidence…

So, Wall Street were in a tizz because Shaggy and the clique were sitting in and people were starting to ask difficult questions about this oh so elegant grift. I mean, lets just back up a bit. Here we have an institution that is built on corruption, manipulation and generally pimping things that don’t exist to generate fat profits for the select whilst having real world implications for the plebs who don’t comprehend they’re being bled dry by a parasite of finances which is why, day by day, they spend more and get less as they run the treadmill the System programmed them to Thunk is the only valid option. How many of them, well adjusted to mass social sickness, do you think would click the same process takes place inside their consciousness and this is why their children – who stepped in glowing and bouncing – became dull and regimented instead as they were turned over by their local (legally mandated) camp of concentration? There is only one scam and its old as the hills, my friend. Its blueprint is etched into everything because its so effective that billions fall for it and thus what the people hold to be true the simulation brings into view…

“We have to do something about this unkempt problem. If they don’t accept the programming as we’ve said they’ll mess up the script we’ve had in place for generations. Why can’t they just be like their parents and accept “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” is the only option and its in their best interests to make the tills ring as they attempt to purchase things that assuage the nagging emptiness within? Lousy beatniks”.

Is how the conversation might have went. Some bright spark (that may or may not have worked for a three letter event) said:

“Why don’t we take these energetics and deflect them in another direction? You know, like we did with the Hippies?”.

Did you know the Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out generation were rocking and sticking it to the man by playing right into the hands of a CIA plan? Look it up. All of the kids that were singing “Down with the government” were a bunch of military brats reciting scripts and the drugs they were using were made by registered chemists. Kind of like what kicked when the plebs in England starting getting together on the terraces to celebrate wins or losses by thrashing the competition with their fists as a vent for the rage they felt about being used and abused by Thatchers friends. They soon clicked this could cause all types of unrest and civil uprisings and, wouldn’t you know it, they were doused in MDMA instead which made them hug each other as they were off their nuts on chemically induced affection. Ready to peep Hegels in full effect? This lead to a massive upsurge in dope dealing and generally criminal rackets as these out of work men who were handy with their fists now used them to leverage massive empires built on violence to make some ends. Exactly the same thing the British did when force feeding heroin to the Chinks (their words, not mine) then laundering the profits through HSBC. Look it up, its documented. The whole worlds financial systems run on drug traffic and everyone at the top is in on it.

I mean, haven’t you ever pondered how so much dope actually gets into the the strangest of places and how, handily, it always seems to manifest at times when things either need to be destabilized or something else? Look at Punjab for the latest on this as there are entire generations of kids dying due to all thats getting imported, and yet, nobody was flipping bricks over there for absolutely ages until they set to modernizing and pimping the natives in order to buy the land out from under them with an eye on future development. This is before we even get into Monsanto and their seed rackets that have racked up ten times more deaths than Bin Laden ever imagined (and counting). Still, what do you expect from the team that bought you previous showings like Agent Orange? Like Carlin said, its a big club and you ain’t in it. Maybe those doing the Knowledge are starting to click why there have been so many attempts on my life since I stepped into this realm…

Its very, very easy to manipulate people on the web and the concept of a dead internet attests to this. The presence of AI and algos, intense, just take this to a whole nother level and this is before we even get into the recently admitted phenom of your phone spying and the more esoteric aspect of how, exactly, it seems to know what you’re thinking. Check the article and then take a guess why my account was not only banned from Reddit after asking this but had all of its content scrubbed from the record. Curious, eh? How’s that tinfoil turban fitting? I hear they’re all the rage these days and the Slave/Masters hate em. Such a weird trick! Anyway:

People like having things to complain about and a bunch of infidels to rail against. Its a Game as old as the Empire itself and this idea of split then profit is something that works really, really well because most don’t like themselves but cannot admit this and thus like to blame make instead as they point fingers. Always a buck to be had when the rivers run red, yes? If you back up a bit you’ll note that, before this, we saw the upswing of the SJW mindset. Now this, itself, was a resurrection as the origin is quite ancient but, around Two Thousand and Eleven, it was a smaller scale thing. This is the gift the financial Greeks would gift to this realm after they’d turned it into a weapon due to said meeting of eggheads deciding how to quell this problem they faced. Breaking out to a tangent for a sec:

If you asked the mob of social justice what they thought of feeding people to the lions, like the Romans did, they’d probably say it was inhuman and such things but, without a trace of the ironic, they partake in the same gleeful destruction but at a distance as its far safer to engage whilst drinking a zucchini smoothie in suburban bliss as you Instafacetweet from your L shaped couch, yes? Not to denigrate the movement, just pointing out some hubris as we get back to the main thread:

Wall Street is being occupied, the peasants are revolting. In the speculative and operative sense, no less! In Oh Eight the money printing machine went into overdrive as the Fed dropped seven billions worth of hookers and blow onto the wolfs den. I bet a lot of midgets were tossed in celebration, yes? The knock on effect for this, for the plebs, looked like this:

Smells like controlled demolition, yes? Speaking of which, read this article about the student riots the year previous and how undercover agents were sent in to stir up the agitation for reasons I’ll let you guess. Extra tinfoil for you, my friend? Did you ever wonder how the Happy Days clique, back in the Fifties, could afford to have a woman, kept, kids fed and educated whilst living in a palace with only one man working? Speed it up to the Sixties and we had a huge marketing campaign (like Tom Cruise got people to join the Air Force from between 8 to five hundred percent, depending on who you’re asking) was dipped to get these wenches off their rear end and aworking. Once again, not my words but anyone can sense the immense amount of hatred at the helm for the divine feminine and the damage this does for their seeds who are then farmed out by parents, stressed, to someone else to raise who, usually, doesn’t give an F and is doing it for a check. The story writes itself, doesn’t it? Are the dots starting to connect or am I reaching like Dhalsim? I’ll let you tell it.

Anyway, none of this even takes into account all of the shrinkflation, taxation and the exceedingly large, yet covert, financial digit that you, dear citizen, are told to sit on. Like Potsie there is only so much a man can take and thus the Occupy movement kicked in and people arranged their own peaceful resistance as a way of protesting the state. Let me just interject something here, real quick, that proves how reality is an elegant deception therefore art is a lie that tells the truth:

Quite telling, yes? That war for the Iron Throne hasn’t gone anywhere, my friend. Matter of fact its just getting started and its all banking on your ignorance. Pun intended. So, employment rates were sitting around nine percent and its interesting to note that the press (bought and paid for, see this thread comment from one who Knows the Ledge) didn’t cover it so the spread was organic. Card debt was clocking in at eight hundred and twenty billion with student loans upping the ante with a few more chips as well. A tiny percent sit at the top of the pyramid and pimp the rest with tricks that are as old as they are effective. Citibank clicks in with four point six billion in bailouts funded by, you guessed it! Not that that stopped officer Pike from sashaying down the strip with a tin of pepper spray in his grip as he casually bought tears to the eyes of the peacefully protesting students. This, as you’d expect, had repercussions. Not that it makes any difference as the copper in question retired with a full pension. Remember kids, if your vote was worth anything it wouldn’t exist because, right now, its like a sheep and two wolves debating who’s for dins. Here’s where it gets interesting. Check the trends:

Ain’t that something? Are the dots connecting or did you just get hit with a full on straight line in Tetris moment that eradicated a huge chunk of ignorance of what really kicks when it comes to the great Game of people management and the pimping of opinions? To make it even more Self evident:

How many times are you going to fall for the taste the rainbow trick? Better yet, haven’t you ever truly pondered the magic behind this illusion and what the cryptic hint of Forty Two being the all of everything meant?

Do the Knowledge, my friend. And before you get your non binary knickers twisted I’m not dissing anyone who is a part of the ninety nine percent so don’t yell I’m an infidel as you spend all night looking through my Twitter comments for the time I hurt someones feelings, back when, or when I picked up a dogs hind legs and pushed it around like a wheelbarrow when I was ten. That entire aspect of the movement is a weapon that sends the bloodthirsty crowd wherever they wish as its akin to a standing army of keyboard terrorists. The aim of this missive is to show how many different forms of weapons of mass manipulation are being dispatched, daily, on the population and we haven’t even got into this Devilish programming language that the Native Americans, rightfully, said was spoken with a forked tongue that poked out from behind stiff upper lips. I mean, how can one small country owe so many others their days of independence after literally trying to whip the melanin off the natives before looting their belongings and pimping their minerals whilst tampering with their traditions? And yet, it did. This is systemic, top down corruption that actually extends from beyond this dimension but that may be a tad too esoteric for those not yet fitted for a special, custom, one off tin foil turban for a simple payment of three thirty three. First hundred customers get a free piece of CIA sponsored artwork. Call now!

Ted Kaczynski wrote an interesting thing, beyond the one most people have never read, and its called the Ship of Fools. It goes a little something like this:

A whole load of people are aboard a floating vessel. For a while things are good then they decide to move North instead. The chill kicks in, shivering timbers and everyone spouts their own reason for needing more than they get. Its a diverse ship with many ethnicities and races all arguing their case about who deserves more magic beans or a warm fleece and the right to slurp a peepee without another catching feels. The cabin boy says:

“What the F? Why don’t we just turn around the ship and get into an environment more clement then there will be no more problems as a lot of this snipping is due where we head”.

As you’d expect, nobody paid attention to him. I mean, why would they? The Captain and clique rubbed their palms and with an evil glint in his eye he signaled his mate who said:

“Ah man, you’re right. This is all a mess. We really should have listened to what you said. The Captain is a bit of a stuck record, in that respect. I suggest you protest, most vigorous, but never with violence. Peace will win the day and remember to stay within the ships regulations”.

Some of them dissed him as he left and yelled he was an Uncle Tom house Negro, par excellence and the Captains bish. Nonetheless, they did what he said. Everyone took their station and started protesting to plead their case. They let this kick for a bit and then the Captain did descend and shower them with his gifts. The Anglos wage got a lift, the Mexican was also gifted with a percent, some aspects of the command were now bilingual to account for the differences in comprehension, the ladies gained another blanket, as requested and the Indian got to roll his dice and engage in gambling whilst the bosun could fellate who he wished as long as he did so in the privacy of his cabin. Best of all the dog was no longer allowed to be kicked. Great success! Except it wasn’t as the seeming honey drip did nothing to assuage the bitterness of the forces, outside and within, that were the true cause of the problem.

The cabin boy, as you’d expect, got nothing. He spoke up this time, with vehemence, and said:

“Are you all off your heads or in need of meds? Look at the ice and how thick it is? If you don’t turn around this ship it will be curtains and all of this song and dance will be for nothing because its the bigger pic thats a problem”.

The gay dude replied:

“Sure, I can see this. Heading North is causing an issue, for certain, but why should I have to keep my preferences in the closet? Thats a form of suppression, I said!”.

The lady issued a lament about why these chill winds are exactly why she needs more blankets whilst the on board academic reasoned that one must learn to adapt to the circumstance and that turning back wasn’t an option. The cabin boy looked at them and shook his head before he yelled:

“If we listen to those lunatics who, you must note, are the ones who got us into this mess, we’ll all be floating to our watery graves and all of this would be for nothing. We are more, we can rush em and throw them in the drink, turn around this ship and sail to waters, clement, and enjoy the best of what presents”.

All of them put forth reasons, impassioned, why violence was abhorrent and they wouldn’t dream of it. The Captain had been listening and sent his mate in for another round of the dog and pony express where he said they should protest, again, for another uplift and see if the boss listens. He reminded them how well the last spin went and how they needed to obey the ships rules and remain peaceful with their requests. They trot out the same tricks with some gloves for frozen digits, a modicum of increased wages, another blanket and homosexual activities were now permitted, in public, but only under cover of darkness. Best of all you now needed a permission slip to kick the dogs rear end and this was only granted by the Captain himself. Greater success!

Until it wasn’t.

The cabin boy had had enough of this and he told them, in ways most ferocious:

“Don’t you see how they’re keeping you transfixed on your own little problems whilst you miss the fact that we’re drifting into the Arctic and certain destruction? If we all got together instead of being divided we could rush them off the ship, turn it around with a whip and sail off into the sunset. Its the only solution. Anything else is BS designed to placate and deflect whilst offering occasional lip service to your petty requests”.

They all, as expected, turned on him for this choice epithet that they took personal. The Mexican took it as a diss to his pride and heritage that he wasn’t making as much bank as the Anglo did whilst the bosun was enraged that his whole sexual identity was so casually dismissed and the dog enthusiast yelled that animal cruelty was the worst thing to have ever happened on this ship as its so mean and brutal. The boy, thinking quick, said:

“OK, your issues are valid and important, not petty as mentioned but they are in comparison to what is seen at a higher resolution because you’re like a bunch of frogs in the kitchen that are jostling for position whilst the chef turns up the heat in increments and sprinkles you with condiments. The ship is heading North, the seas are freezing and nothing is easing. Matter of fact, its all getting more difficult but you’re so caught up in the script you’ve never stopped to question who wrote it”.

They called him a counter revolutionary, suggested he was in cahoots with the Captain to suppress their successful movement and the privileges they’d gained, before eventually labeling him a fascist, racist, homophobic and anything else they could imagine. The ship kept sailing North and, eventually, hit two icebergs, did sink and everyone drowned in the process.

Ain’t things changed, cept the astrological age. Kinda strange, they still hate you fools and pull these kind of slick tricks to pimp your awareness by keeping you hyperfocused on fragmentation and thus not clicking the whole script which is all of this is going to hell in a handbasket for a reason and its you, via ignorance, that fuels the foolishness by refusing to stop and question the paradigm as you dig the reality tunnel the architect says is in your best interest but, historically, hasn’t changed a thing as its designed to be impotent. I’m not suggesting you start letter bombing or engaging in more manipulated uprisings. Simply stop and Know the Ledge. That is enough to get things started and beget the shift thats needed to change the potential times we, as individuals and collective, are about to manifest from which there will be no turning back and no off switch. There is more, way more, to all of this hence why I’ve said we’re in an immense Game that uses our Souls as credits to dress us in skin to interact with this realm but that is, really, beyond the scope of this missive but I sprinkled it to share I’m decoding reality from a res that is different and this vision was gifted, partly, by the life I’ve lived and what kicked when I met death and came back to this realm as none of this is what you suspect and, in the end, if you choose ignorance you’ll live, die, be mindwiped and reskinned for another spin in which you’ll do the same again because, I suspect, we’re being farmed for negative emotions hence the planned shipwreck, the on board dissent and all the rest of the mess is exactly as intended because the Captain and his clique know this real well and, when resurrected, they again will be in positions of ease and influence whilst you, the plebs, swab the decks and pad out the rest of the pyramid where divide and conquer will be piped in as you argue with another brick and try and jostle for position by focusing on the irrelevant.

In that respect, like I said, I bought another ticket and caught magician in his tricks except this pimp actually designed the internal OS you’re using to navigate this realm hence its a wheels within wheels thing. Or a dream within a dream? I’ll let you tell it as the next 8 words are the most important to ever pour into your awareness:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again