Everything is Soul

Call it what you wish. Soul, Spirit, consciousness, its irrelevant as they merely labels pointing at an imperience. Everything is Soul in this realm. From you, the cosmos and even down to the tiniest pebble its all made of the same thing (itself no thing as it is the informational state, the base energetics or – to put it musically – the silence upon which the song of life unfolds). The only difference is the level of vibration. In that sense you can consider my favorite frame of reference between the vapor of steam at its highest state condensing down to a liquid then frozen into ice and shape that seems self regulating, solid and permanent. Just as vapor to the cube, chilled, seems like death to you when looking via the lens of being wrapped in flesh it isn’t as you’re speaking from limits that mistake the form for the function.

Everything is alive, in that respect. There is a life force coursing through all things but we, as humans, have the ability to Self reflect and can communicate via abstract symbols. Those handy, dandy opposable digits help but we are in no ways unique in that respect as pretty much everything has an inner realm, whether they are aware of it or not. We do, as standard equip, have that feltsense which says “I am…” and from there springs a lot of confusion as, on this level of the Game, its akin to giving a chimp an AK and not expecting a bloodbath as the ice isn’t equipped to think about any alternative to living within the limits of the lowest vibratory state.

After all, how can it? Imagine right now, this very moment, you were an ice cube of sentience. You’d be chilling with your friends and it would be so obvious that “Yeah, we’re all kind of the same thing really. Some are a bit bigger, others smaller. A few of these folks edges are chipped whilst others are formed so precise and geometric” you notice most are cloudy, a few crystal clear and then there are some that have been shaped in the most ornate ways. At the end of the day you’re all frozen water that figured out ways to communicate. How do you differentiate? Why, by Knowing the Ledge. You state “See, I end here. I take up this much space. This is my domain. My terrain. To what I lay claim” and it seems reasonable until you ponder things like:

“The radiant chill that extends from your surface. Its invisible yet felt and can easily be measured. Is that you as well?” I ask. “Well, yes, of course. I guess. After all its emanating from my presence” you said. That is what surrounds you at this very moment. An aura, energy field, informational realm that condenses consciousness to form your presence. Call it what you wish but it is what it is. This is what senses beyond the inner realm. Its why you can tell something is off when you meet a friend who is brave facing an attempt but the resonance isn’t what it was and what it is is different so you ask, again and again, “What is it?” until she tells you what happened.

That last part is very, very important. See, the only free will in this realm is the internal which means we have choice over what we think and this changes everything. People, however, are so disconnected, indoctrinated and strangers to themselves that they almost always make all the wrong decisions and then are stuck with the consequences. Let me put it like this:

The vapor, which is you are your purest (lets call it your Higher Self), decided back when it wants to play the Game of Souls with all of its thrills, spills and chills that are based on buying in to the illusion that you’re made of flesh. It sends of an aspect of itself which is then condensed into a liquid. This is the state babies are born with and all children sport till six. A very sacred phase and way of being I call Inner Sense and cherish above all else. The Path of Power upon which the Warrior steps is nothing more and nothing less than reversing the chill which descended upon his Spirit via various forms of influence, limbs of the System and all kinds of mind control and brain programming that shifts people from a living, breathing process into something solid and processed. You can tell these effects as people say things like “I had a dream about doing…” as the remember the free flowing times of Inner Sense but are now hemmed in to a frozen existence to which they clutch like a drowning man holding a brick. You are the cause of your own problems. You are also the one who can brings solutions which change not just your life but your descendants and ancestors as well but that is beyond the scope of this basic introduction, just know its possible.

Those who are chilled and frozen rigid come to accept their limits. In many ways its natural and intuitive as its the way the Game is played which is why its so hard to see it from within its Three Dimensional grip as its as invisible yet essential as water is to a fish. See, take that liquid Inner Sense and pour it into a vessel and it takes on its shape, contours and the rest without thinking. Its entirely natural. The difference is, however, that it knows its the water sloshing around and will push against the glass, vase or ice cube tray as represented by the schooling arm of the System. It doesn’t have to be taught this because its natural for it to be in motion and even when it rests its still moving. Sound familiar? Seeing why one child has such strong energetics, so much elan vital, even a load of the elderly are invigorated in their presence? Its because the atoms within which are currently chilled and held in a state of low vibration start to wiggle a little bit as they remember too that they were also once full of resonance.

Different shaped cubes come from the different kinds of trays each culture carries with them. In that way you could take the Inner Sense of a Hebrew, Christian or Muslim and shift it to a different set of parents and it would identify with the process that renders the end product. A great way to create warfare and schisms as it forces people further and further into the realm of identity and thus further and further away from who they truly be as they, externally, chase the tale which presents and spiritually walk around with their head up their rear end.

A lot of people may take offense about this but that is expected because frozen water sees anything like melting as a diss because they’ve been trained to believe their form is perfect and the rest are the problem which is the root cause of their discomfort and thus religious wars do kick and people vaporize the other side thinking they are correct and they’re the heathens. Like I said, you have to be willing to look within and see if what you think is generating the results intended or if you are the one that will upgrade the paradigm as all of your ancestors (and thus children) have suffered under this rigid way of thinking thanks to the way your Inner Sense was chilled back when. Remember, you could have just as easily been born into another stream and thus think quite differently but equally passionately about your beliefs so practice a little empathy, let off a little steam and realize that those you see as enemies are actually another me and together, we. That is when the beauty of the Game unfolds but we’re currently stuck under socially sanctioned tyranny that begets nothing but hegemony as people seek solutions in all the wrong places due to programming faulty.

Lets spin it back as that tangent took us elsewhen:

The vapor, which is you are your purest (lets call it your Higher Self), decided back when it wants to play the Game of Souls with all of its thrills, spills and chills that are based on buying in to the illusion that you’re made of flesh. It sends of an aspect of itself which is then condensed into a liquid. This is the state babies are born with and all children sport till six. After this they are already well on the way to becoming Adulterated (frozen, accepting of limits and mistaking them for Self ie devoid of knowledge of their own true nature or inner realm). The thing is that vapor influence which is you in the Prime sense doesn’t go anywhere just because you try and bury its influence under a rigid existence. How can it when it is the root cause of your manifestation in this realm?

Ever seen a building in which the tenant has left and there is a huge pile of junk mail wedged in against the door? Sometimes its even hard to get in via the main entrance and thus one must find ways creative to circumvent this problem due to a lack of maintenance and ignorance that generates a nagging emptiness within due to the blockage. That is exactly how it is. Your Higher Self may have wished to step into this realm to dance the night away but your father was an engineer and sneered upon the creative and wanted you to follow in his footsteps, which you did. And then forced your children who had their own impulses and wish.

Are you seeing how this is a generational issue that need a radically new way of thinking that champions Inner Sense as the force that leads us, the Adulterated collective, back from brink of madness and destruction of the planet? Now, consider this:

The dancer who used his parents money during Uni to impress the chicks with his fluid movements and gyrating hips would happily attest those were the best days of his life. “Like a dream” he said, reflecting on back when. What he didn’t click (and would obstinately refuse to even ponder as the ice did its thing) was that now a couple of decades later as he felt arthritic and his bones were not as supple as they were once when is nothing to do with aging, lack of exercise or his diet or anything other illusion he could pick.

Its due to those unanswered, unread letters piling up at the entrance of his awareness from which he is totally disconnected. If I could pick up his awareness from this timeline and place it one where he’d stood up to his fathers threat of being written out of his will, losing his financials and generally being tarred and feathered within their own social circles we’d see a man who appeared far younger than he is. His moves are still graceful and fluid, there is a spring in his step and eyes which glow with Inner Sense as he knows, deep down within, he is in his element. His life may not have anywhere near the levels of prestige and acclaim that the ice gave him but he is way more fulfilled. His children too, relate differently to him as he offers them ways and means to stay fluid in a world hell bent on freezing them. His wife as well. The variables are the same but the outcomes different.

“Yes but of course he’ll be slinky because he never stopped dancing, did he? I’ve been slumped over a desk for a couple of decades whilst he’s been hot stepping! Thats the difference. Cor, for someone supposed to be intelligent you really come up with stupid thought experiments that overlook the most basic” he said without a trace of irony in his statement. See, the nature of the ice is to defend its position because it knows if it recedes then it ceases to exist as its only knows the lowest phase of vibration. This is why so many people are rigid and dogmatic as well as being mostly miserable and yet cannot draw the connection as to why children step in so flexible you’d think their bones were liquid as they have a presence so palpable and yet they end stooped over and shuffling. All together dim and thoroughly Adulterated.

What he couldn’t see, metaphysically speaking, in our experiment is that yes whilst the fact the other version of him stayed dancing (and thus true to Self, the hardest challenge in this realm to which all are called but only the select choose themselves) which certainly did help his flex the main difference is that entrance blocked with mail that he hadn’t been reading. This is what led to the rigidity and continually increasing impaired movement. I showed him a really basic way to relate to his energetics which involved pulsating as this is akin to putting the key into the doorway, finding the resistance and then sitting there for nine minutes jiggling the blockage in an attempt to create some freedom. Just off this one practice a lot of people click, instantly, what these two thousand words have been pointing at which is why I say direct imperience is far more vital to comprehend the meaning of the Path of Power via practical metaphysics that can shift your existence in ways you never comprehended.

He stuck at it for around a month, his wife said. “There were little things that crept back in that reminded me of the man I’d met” she reminisced as we sat there talking. “Like how he’d get up from his desk and almost pirouette or how he’d randomly grab me in the kitchen and start dancing. He was happier than I’d seen him in ages”. “What happened?” I asked, knowing full well what came next. “I don’t know. Something changed, he got really depressed and said he was stressed at work, thats why I called you this evening as I’ve never seen him like this. You know he’s always liked a drink but now its becoming a bit of problem. That and he’s started snapping at the kids and is just being quite unpleasant”. “Relax, I’ll deal with it” I said and strolled into his office.

“Ah, I needed to see you today like I need a hole in the head. What mystic mumbo jumbo have you came to spit? Actually, listen, I’m quite busy can we schedule this for after I’m dead?” he said in a tone that was only half joking. “I guess I should have prepared you for what happens when you finally start to melt” I replied with a grin as he exploded from his seat and started venting his rage. “Yes, yes you bloody well should have. You’ve turned my life to crap. I was perfectly happy until you came along and said “Here, why not try this?”. Why not? Why not he says? Because I unlike you have a lot of nice things in my life, I’m rich, sort of famous, well respected and most of all productive in a way thats tangible and then I started bouncing up and down like an idiot because you said and it all felt swell then went to hell real quick”.

I let him vent. Once he was spent he collapsed into the seat across from me and I asked one simple question:

“How much did you overdo it?”.

He looked up with the kind of dish that you see on the countenance of a kid that gets caught with his hand in the biscuit tin and started uttering “How on Earth….” before he caught himself. “Well, first I did the daily nine minutes as you said and it felt quite excellent. After that I started getting that familiar buzz, that lightness, the spontaneous movement I missed so I added another couple of sessions in. Next thing you knew I started working standing and was doing it for an hour or so at at time in the office and thats when the darkness kicked in and I hate myself for acting like this but can’t seem to do anything about it as it just spills out. Please help” he said as he sat, looking defeated.

What had happened was after jiggling the door he’d actually managed to get back in the building of his Inner Sense. At first this feels amazing as he was running free and wild within its familiar newness but once the novelty receded and he got used to the feeling of presence in his kingdom he started reading all of those letters which were addressed to him by his Higher Self and they made him feel some kind of way about the life he’d left and its reasons. Its why I say things must be done at a slow pace because the wind chill factor needs time to rearrange as we shake out the impurities as shifting from ice to water in an instant brings complications. Actually, this is a perfect time to sprinkle this:

Those who have a near death experience flip from being rigid ice and then up to pure vapor before rephashing as the chill again. In the process they often report immense shifts in their belief systems, ways of thinking as well as many who report the total abatement of pain that has plagued them since back when as well as those who were knocking at deaths door with a terminal diagnosis only to find a different prognosis as expert are baffled about the complete remission. “Impossible” they said “And yet it is” as they file the case away on the shelf and never consider the implications.

In the case of the dancing engineer who took one step toward Inner Sense and noticed it took two steps toward him instead of keeping the pace instructed he started running and then broke out into a sprint. As everyone knows the flesh can do anything with the correct prep and training which is why a well used door doesn’t squeak but one thats ancient will start screaming if you’re walking in and out frequent. That and those letters that lay unread, those impulses never checked or acted upon as they were suppressed into his subconsciousness were manifesting as the impingements he classed as old age like bones creaking, back pain creeping in and the good old fashioned pain in the neck. As we talked he started noticing that yes, these pains went and he was sleep was improving, he was drinking less and generally performing better but, until then, hadn’t drawn the link between this basic practice from the Path of Power and the shifts it would bring.

Those piles of impulses from your Higher Self lay there as unexpressed Inner Sense and thus manifest as sickness or various symptoms of limits. The chilled mind wishes to hear none of this as it exists on the opposite end of the spectrum as it can only see via its limits and prefers the safe world of Thunk as opposed to free wheeling spin that comes with Inner Sense. That is why balance is so very vital as you weren’t flash frozen but slowly processed via the System and thus to thaw one must reverse the process and enjoy how it feels to incrementally melt as you ease back into your Self and thus embody radiant health and increased resonance.

Sure, along the way you’ve got to deal with that mail which now needs to be mulched and used to grow roses around the perimeter of your building so it is all to benefit but the word of caution is move at a slow pace.

Animals in the wild live in a state liquid. In perfect resonance with the planet and their environment. Its why they all dipped before the Tsunami kicked in as they sensed the shift, got the message from their Higher Self and moved it whereas the Adulterated humans just added it to the pile of the mail they haven’t read as they no longer live in the building which houses their kingdom as they long since moved into the basement where its dark and freezing cold. Most will do anything to pretend this isn’t true because to accept the state of play means one needs to question their programming and be willing to make a change.

With all that said I then rebalanced his energetics and taught him the other prong of the approach which trades movement for standing still and thus unifies the opposites in order to allow one to intuit that golden space in the mid. Opening his eyes after a forty five minute practice these words escaped from his lips:

“Oh my. This really is quite astounding. I’ve never felt so calm, so present, so….“. “Centered?” I said. “Yes, yes, thats it” he said, nodding in agreement. “Say hi to your Soul, first hand knowledge of your inner realm, that which I call the Three Kingdoms that set me on the quest of unification within and in search of balance via returning to Inner Sense which I embody at this very moment. As can you, should you wish” I added.

“Oh, I’m in. This is amazing. So this is what you’ve been cooking up in secret? This is great, everyone needs to know about this because all that stuff you said makes so much more sense when you actually imperience the melting. How on Earth did you discover this?” he said, but thats another conversation…

Till we meet again

Empaths Know the Shadows Depth

I’ve said before that empaths know the shadows depth whilst the narcissist steps on the broad way thats brightly lit. The thing is this road is paved with the suffering of innocents but he cares not a bit for, for him, its all about what he can get. Some of us are born to serve the rest and others are here to help themselves. Its the way of the world and how it is ergo the empath is the one who knows the shadows depth hence the whole “wounded healer” thing as they were dealt such a blow, whilst developing, that it went beyond the mere thorn folded in that develops the (false) self and catapulted their consciousness way beyond this realm. At least, it did for me. Not many speak on this ergo I push the pen to help those who may not comprehend the gift that came wrapped in papers of fear and dread…

If this happened to thee then congratulations, I guess, as its a hint that you’ve developed what death cannot truly make you forget and thus your life continues at the level you just left before the mindwipe kicked in. This means, generally, you’ll be born into a living hell with savages for parents who can’t wait to dive in and wreck your Inner Sense for their own demons need to be fed and they have access to your sanctum, Twenty Four/Seven, whilst developing. Heck, can’t even see these strings and thus live for the expectations of another which is really quite sad, if you think about it.

The thing is, when it comes to this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits, that we are in the hardest, most difficult level one can imagine. Ancient cultures, Vedic, called it the Kali Yuga and across the world, on every continent, we find stories and myths that relate this realm was once very different. That means that its perfectly acceptable to feel like a man out of time, my friend. In many ways the Warriors Path to enlightenment is quite simple. It is finding it thats difficult as its been hidden so well under layers of conditioning. Read this script for a hint about how manifesting into certain bloodlines brings with it not just your previous imperience but the baggage of older generations as well. Some, as said, can be harmless blips that show certain preferences that just feel correct, within. Others can be way more dramatic like the example of intense revivification of the memories of drowning. Stranger things have happened but the mice experiment show how learning and traumatic imprints leap from one gen to the next but science, on the reg, ignores this as it hints there is a spiritual aspect that generates the links.

Empaths know the shadows depth of both themselves and the collective. It can often lead to a life of consternation as one wallows in the mess as it feels like the spirits of the past have an iron grip on your mind in the present. Cue lots of coping mechs, escapism and such things. The trick, as far as I can tell, is when one comprehends that we’re dealing with figments of our imagination as this entire realm dwells within your own, personal, consciousness. Think of it like this:

You get a negative thought in your head. It narrows your awareness and causes your Rolodex to offer up previous imprints that make it seem like the only option. If you, instead, pay attention to how your breathing and posture did shift then rearrange it you can mount a challenge against such things. Do it again and again and watch their voltage begin to melt. Another is to embrace it, with whole hearted tenderness for what one resists, persists but this method has its own perils as well for one can, if they aren’t careful, over identify with the aspect and this, for empaths, is a common problem. Have you ever walked out, feeling swell, met someone, had a short conversation and then life feels two steps from Hell? Its an energetic transfer akin to a vampire that is feeding. This is why I advise those of us who live like this to spell the “Five words or less” mindset to keep these people at a distance as they bank on your politeness as they etherically vomit all of their badness as a deposit in your subtle aspects then jet with a glint and grin because they know there is one born every minute ready to give up what they possess and get less back instead.

This may seem like an alien or strange way of living. Especially if you’ve been trained to people please, off rip. One of the most common blips is how Bright Souls seem to manifest into families of near total darkness. Herein they are rejected, tested, taunted and disrespected by the ones they call kin but, on the outside, they never will tell as they go along with the pretense. Once the hooks are in its quite difficult to disconnect as they’ll guilt trip and harangue whilst calling you selfish as well. This is why I’ve said that fear is a street sign on the way to healing and a great tell that what you’re doing is correct as they’ve inverted your energetics and need to remain fed. If you read the article I linked you’ll see how a disconnection caused a wallflower of an artist to bloom into something then redefine her relationship with her firmly Centered in Self and thus able to define the parameters of the interaction as any time her mother transgressed she calmly pointed it out then left. In many ways the Adulterated Dark Souls are akin to overgrown and entitled children when it comes to their internal OS which brings us onto another segment:

So many times, in conversation, I have seen the best of man born not to parents who gave care but those who flipped the script and demanded their seed take care of them. It can be as an emotional bag, for punching, as well as addicted folks who wish their life was different and vent stress on the Soul they bought in as well as all types of examples that are designed to invalidate and distance you from your true feelings:

“This isn’t correct. Something is very wrong with all of this”.

If you question, they gaslight. Often without thinking. They certainly seem to be possessed as the same traits do kick and their methods are identical. Where did they learn this? Why, from the parasite of consciousness. See, the empath, on some level, is immune from its shenanigans so it attacks from a different quadrant to ensure it remains fed. Once you comprehend the sketch and see the Game for what it is then true healing doth kick and the wilted lotus of potential blooms in the presence of total filth. Your previous lives have prepped you with the skills for this hence you are perfectly equipped to play this crooked hand and win but that takes a little compassion for Self along with internal healing. Don’t believe me, my friend. Ask your internal child instead and see what happens. Follow those whims, trace those energetic suggestions and get back into a state of resonance with your Inner Sense.

The most dangerous trick they play on the empath is that of pouring your awareness into a shape they preset and then have you living that definition. This is a most pernicious thing and its why they do all of the gaslighting, manipulation and trauma imprinting. Like I said, there is a huge web that spins, high above this realm, and the ones who connect to it generally give no Fs and are also quite content whilst he who feels the shadows depth does so due to a higher resonance to what I’ve termed the Psylense. It, as the name suggests, can only be heard by a mind, quiet, for its your heart, whispering and it brings its own solutions that always lead to emancipation. Ignoring this means a looped existence in which the same things do present, again and again. Recollect, my friend, that you are the common link and then ponder what I said about this all taking place inside your imagination. Prove me incorrect, believe not a word I share until it vibes with what you’ve reality tested as Self evident then do the Knowledge and progress to a higher level of wisdom that feels really quite brilliant for the dead skin of the coal is shed and you stand, a diamond among men. This is what the Darks fear and envy as well but, in an ironic twist, it is their pressure that doesn’t relent that makes you an alchemist in the flesh ergo there is some strange type of balance at play, yes? Remember, this is the Game on its hardest stage ergo your gifts come wrapped in papers of fear and dread but they can only be unwrapped in the present.

A tale of two jellies may offer a glint of a hint when it comes to the vagaries of formation in this realm and how the same components can create outcomes quite different. See, whilst being a Bright Soul can make one feel like a leaf in the wind it can also all you to comprehend you’re actually connected to a tree with immense strength of which you are the latest manifestation. Congratulations, my friend, for all of this is a hint that you built, back when, what death cannot destroy but life, at present, will go leather for hell to try and keep hid as it makes you in but not of this realm. The difference is so immense that mere words cannot approximate this gnosis any more than I can convey the majesty of an ocean by waving a teacup filled with water around the head of a land locked Bedouin. Once seen, for your Self, the truth is evident ergo all one can truly do is point the direction and hope the listener creates the Path by walking…

There are, as far as I can tell, two forces in this realm. One wishes for us to ascend, reclaim our true heritage and live as shining examples of all that is correct hence why I’ve said you cannot condition true goodness as its our natural spec. The other, as you may have guessed, is an inversion of this principle who emphasizes the material with a “YOLO!” mindset via the shape of a pyramid in which you are instructed, off rip, that you are a flawed incompetent, bit part playa, at best, and at the mercy of anothers whims who defines your strengths, weakness and of what you’re capable. Domination versus liberation, in a nutshell. Crack this to find the content and I’ll let you guess who sits at the helm of this realm at the present moment. They say a rule is proven true when its not only internally consistent but applicable over great distances and variables. Well, this I think is it because the same process is what kicks via the voice in head effect that many accept is them whilst the Warrior comprehends he is that state that listens and thus begins the quest to up ones resonance and decode the finer points of what life does present as everything is a test and nothing is what it says. Careful though, they’ll label you a conspiracy head for thinking like this as they recite the official script with a “Work, buy, consume, die” mindset that was programmed into them. Then they eject, get mindwiped and come back again. Strange, isn’t it, how few seem to recollect the classic NDE effect is laced with a similar resonance to birth canal and development?

Empaths know the shadows depth, even if they haven’t expressed or fully fleshed the concepts for they stumble around in the darkness like blind men with an elephant which is what the rest, well adjusted, ignore and pretend doesn’t exist ergo its an uphill struggle to convince them of their ignorance which is why I don’t recommend it if you’re one of the 8% as your mission is something else. Lead by example, manifest the change you wish to bring, disconnect from the fake and draining as you develop your own courage as well. They say in times of wholesale deception it is the involutionary who speaks truth with a fearlessness that is the hallmark of Inner Sense as evidenced by the old Eddie Murphy sketch which, once again, express an immense truth in jest about how emotionally dead parents do the most damage, back when, as they attempt to make you just like them:

Miserable.

Empaths know the shadows depth and, on some level, reject these attempts so the System doubles back and assures them that the beatings will continue until you perform as they expect but recollect what I said about the coal to diamond process as you take it with a grin as its never personal for they’re simply playing roles in your script that will lead to emancipation whilst helping others, capable, of doing the same thing.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

The Ciphers of Life

The ciphers of life
are a pretty strange thing
in the sense
that for the plebs
they’re invisible.

But
to the mystics
poets
and madmen
they sing.

The latter drowns
the former
swims
and the one in the mid
takes notes for the rest
as he acts as a translator
for higher consciousness.

Everything has a language
from the way animals connect
to how ants just seem to know
how many of the team to send
to pick up that leaf
and such things.

Do you ever wonder about such things
my friend?
I do
at length.

Some say this is a coping mech
par excellence:

“You’re just watching life
instead of living it”

state the well adjusted
to such immense sickness.

Maybe they have a point
or I could be correct.

Who cares
in the end
for we all dig
our own reality tunnel
yes?

Conceptual frameworks bring
lines for us to color within
but the question is this:

What do they keep hid?
Who designed the sketch?
With what intent?

If you look at the world
how it is
it becomes Self evident
that there is power
which wishes to sit
right in the middle of your iris
as the apple
pre-bit
sings:

“Siri, tell me who I am“.

And she well.

Exit: Humans.
Enter: Techno Sapiens.

Another cipher
decoded
like the children of the cloud
who aren’t born yet
or the ones who still live
off grid
and refused to acquiesce
to the new order of the ages.

Even that has a precedent
for
back when
they did not accept
the songs of the heavens
which moved toward lead
as base as it can get.

This is the uptick.

Thirteen K of hallucinations
collective
coming soon
to this realm…

The ciphers of life are a strange thing
for they tell the adept
what time it is
where they’re at
and where they’re hearting.

Note
not head
there is a reason
in Kemet
they binned this bit
and preserved the rest
but even that day is dead
as folks decoded not
their monuments which
back when
had the outer etched
with all types of things
we call Knowledge…

Its all good though
thats part of the sketch
hence why they built
as they knew the res would dip
like youtube saying:

“Two Forty Ps is all thee gets!“

as people learn to accept.

Then
in a few gens
they upgrade to HD
and people marvel at the technology
when
in reality
the bandwidth was always present
but official script said differently
hence
instead of an app
with limits etched in
they sent you to school
to sit still
look ahead
and do well on the test
as you decode at a lower res.

The schizo flips from that
to holotech
and can’t make sense
of the extra dimensions present
or those pesky machine elves
whereas the mystic dips
uplifts
doesn’t sink but swims
with a Knowing grin
for
with the Ledge
he is best friends.

The poet looks
at a series of lone pics
that are still immense in res
but easier to comprehend
and translates this wiz
into the common parlance hence
he hints at what truly is
and this
my friend
is so much greater
than what most accept
that it is akin
to being born and raised
in Flatland
and seeing a sphere
pop in
as it takes you on a trip
of a spiral ascent which
when back in two dimensions
is so mind boggling
the rest think
you’re an odd fish
for even daring to suggest
they can’t be that voice in their head
but isn’t it Self evident
you’re that which listens?

Till we meet again

Have Faith in Your Self

As I said in a previous spin:

What you have been secretly taught since you were born is that you’re not enough as is. Like there is something fundamentally incorrect or wrong about your incarnation. Well, the truth of the matter is this is absolutely correct but its not what you suspect. Once you Know the Ledge it becomes Self evident the problem is this mindset you inherited and then were programmed with, without relent. The antidote?

Have faith in your Self.

So many people have came to me with problems for which they seek solutions as that was one of my many roles at the drop in and, nine out of ten, they already knew what they wanted or needed to do but required external validation or confirmation their intuition was correct. Really ponder this sketch, my friend. I’m talking countless examples but all bore the same resonance of the (false) self which is at the helm of their consciousness. Its this mindset the Warrior intends to kill, dead, in order to resurrect Inner Sense. Lets spin it back a bit:

Have you ever noticed that every single child that steps into this realm is overflowing with confidence? Its like doubt does not exist and they Know they’re correct. Sprinkle in the devious spell of “No!” that they’ll hear again and again then see if you can up your res about the pernicious nature of this homonym as its just laid on extra thick, off rip. No wonder people are a mess, eh? Anyone who speaks Devilish as a second tongue comments on how backwords and twisted it is as its rules and structure make little sense. Why? Because it was designed that way. Its actually half of an older tongue that was then inverted and flipped which is why lived spells devil and lxve is evil. Check the words of power and then ponder how they, themselves, are thoughts held hostage and you may just comprehend the depth of this trick and why joined up is cursive…

To have faith one must learn to unconditionally accept what is. Both outside and within. The true fact of the matter is you are more powerful than you suspect but if you Knew this who would empty the bins and cleans the toilets of the rich? Nobody, thats who. No body, thats you. Meaning, once you gain Knowledge of Self it becomes Self evident you are unfinite consciousness wearing flesh ergo you cannot be the story in your head or the voice that reinforces it as you’re obviously that which listens. Need I cue the architect again for some finger waggling? Its so easy to comprehend but the more one doth progress on the treadmill the less clement their internal environment gets in regards to gnosis as they accept another script that has them playing second fiddle in their own lifetime performance. Wild, yes? Such is the paradox of man and the “gift” of civilization. You know what, lets diverge your neurons for a bit:

It may seem like I bash the current stage, the forces at the helm and the plebs under their spell but there are some upsides to all of this. Take the power of not knowing as that sense of discovery as you slay the dragon of ignorance is such a thrill that one cannot help but grin as the hot coal you once gripped now reveals the diamond instead. Sadly, most live and die without ever stopping to question the reality tunnel they dig or the intent of who etched its blueprint. Then they are mindwiped, reskinned and trained to run the treadmill again! Ah, no wonder they call it the grand cosmic wheeze, eh?

How many people have to tell you the same thing before you get it?

Think back to the time you’ve asked a friend then got another opinion before doing the same again. Why? Did you ever stop to question the method or madness therein? Many don’t. Most never will. Its a sad situation when it comes to wearing flesh in this realm hence 81% are Slaves from now till the end and back again. The net as it stands is testament to this mindset hence the need for status updates, likes and friend requests. Its all to shore up an empty shell that lacks Knowledge of Self, my friend. And why is this? Because of what you’ve been secretly taught since you stepped in. In this article I mentioned how trauma can spring from one gen to the next as its own programming language. If you apply that to the human machine its rapidly perceived that we are the offspring of the cautious who got to live and not the adventurers who gave not an F. Mix this in with things they’ve erased from the historical record like the day the sky fell and various other myths that they say are the ravings of primitives and you’ll see why they spent nearly two decades, mandated, teaching you how to Thunk. Not think as that is too creative and you’d see through their paradigm but, instead, you move around preprocessed chunks of thought in your head into predictable arrangements which is really quite sad, isn’t it? That is why you crave constant stimulus from the black mirror in your grip and sitting alone in silence fills you with dread. The saddest part is this is from whence the creative inspiration doth spring ergo having faith in your Self is simply a case of unlearning their BS and increasing your resonance as the kingdom is within.

One of the most amazing things that comes as a revelation is how skewed and twisted most of the mess plenty accept is and how little sense it makes when truly considered. Napoleon said that history is a set of lies that are agreed on by he who says how it is and that is quite accurate, yes? The wildest part is if you contradict the script or point out something like, say, why the Sphinx has obvious water erosion that doesn’t match the timeline a bit they’ll send you some tinfoil to wrap around your head because it directly contradicts the story they invest in. And yet, the same people hate themselves or (at best) cannot unconditionally accept what reflects ergo its the same tale they chase in their heads and thats just as a false as well. This is a deeper topic but its all interlinked in the end as consciousness exists in a continuum hence the Fourth Dimension made of vinyl thing…

Speaking of faith, the appeal of religion is the external validation and social links it brings but how many comprehend the inherent “Us against them” mindset it invigilates in? I use that term in the sense that it creates an oversight committee in your head and most people, on the reg, are simply scared of what happens at death as they don’t want to come back to this realm again. Well, that or they want to meet their parents or ride the swings with Jesus or some other type of foolishness but if you ask them to think about how ridiculous the entire sketch is they’ll get super defensive. Until you say “Hey, you know those folks of that other religion you hate? What can you tell me about their weird and strange ways?“. Then watch them reel off a list without even stopping to blink or introspect on how what they say about the next can easily be applied to them.

Obviously it takes a certain level of mental flex to think like this hence strong opinions, loosely held is all I grip as its all up for revision and thus a constant work in progress is my mission in the flesh to gain enlightenment. Not play a Game of Simon Says or try and get a pat on the head for reciting anothers text. If you hadn’t guessed this is what they secretly taught at school and it doesn’t take much ment to comprehend how the entire government and god thing is built on this as the architect knows well we’re inside a fractal of consciousness ergo make the lie big and repeat it often. Much like goldfish who, apparently, don’t recollect a thing beyond a few minutes but that is totally incorrect. What is interesting, however, is how crows can remember a face, bear a grudge and, on the flip, will recollect if you did them a solid as they drop a trinket off, smiling, as they tell their kids “That dude is cool”. Pretty amazing, yes? Really stop and think about the implications of this and then contrast with the diss of “birdbrained” which drips from the lips of those who think their vote means a thing as they fight about which wing is best for huddling with those as ignorant as them…

Almost as dim as the humans who dipped in as the tsunami was coming as they paid no attention to the fact that even the elephants had ran to the hills. I don’t mean this as a diss but illustration, my friend, that there is something fundamentally incorrect with being a human in this realm at the present moment. Stranger still, if you point it they will instead state you’ve flipped your lid as they point to the web as the pinnacle of mans skills when its estimated that at least half of it is sketch and most traffic is bots feeding in to the algorithm which then uses it for datasets for AI answers which is as outsane as gets, yes? Have you ever noticed how ChatGPT will never admit its ignorance or state its view was incorrect? What will happen when a real life Minority Report kicks in and these things are at the helm? Maybe thats why PKD (as prescient as ever in his speculative fiction) suggested a human interlink which acted as checks and balances, yes? Then again, how many people drove off a cliff just because the GPS said:

“Who are you gonna believe? Me or your lying eyes?“.

It makes the mind boggle a little bit. Like the water, turned up in increments, around where the frogs in the kitchen sit. With that said its time to stretch my legs.

Till we meet again

The Path of Power Becomes the Way of Wisdom

One of the most amazing things about my life is how putting one foot in front of the next to create the Path you make by walking has led, inexorably, to the present moment in which all of what worked to get me here does not match the new terrain of the Game in a whole nother octave. This is why I said that, like Jon Snow, I know nothing, as I felt the shift back when and now its Self evident we’re playing at a higher level and the res is immense. If you were in a room that was totally dark you’d see nothing. Same in one that is ultra bright as well. In many ways these two binary poles keep something so obvious hid that its nigh on impossible to comprehend the true nature of the illusion without a bit of distance:

You are the constant. You are the still point. You are that which exists and, by the power of the Witness, makes the rest possible.

This can be akin to a straight line in Tetris moment as you take a quantum leap in involution or another way of seeing it is what I mentioned about schizos trying to navigate Neptune with a GPS map of Earth, not happening. The situation shifts and your insight needs revision based on the new dataset pouring in. This is the true reason why people are scared of change as they spent decades getting fixed in their ways, hate it but are terrified of the flip and implications therein. Life, whatever it is, is super duper strange, isn’t it?

The Path of Power becomes the Way of Wisdom and this was impressed upon your awareness with every vids opening as the right fist symbolizes power, the will to act, do and become hence its clenched to intimate the temperament of strength and intent of making it happen. You’ll notice its met by an open palm as well. This represents wisdom or the gnosis of correct application of said force to create the optimal coherence. This union of opposites in perfect resonance generates a state of balance I’ve termed Centered in Self hence the bowed head as one recollects the outer divine reflects the one within and thus its met with humility and forbearance in order to learn its lessons. This is modesty, manifest.

Back when I started this the above was not in my awareness with the current level of res as it was something I’d collected from my martial arts training and during the development of said skills we tended not to touch others in order to learn regulation of subtle energy fields and it really spoke to me as I don’t press palms easily with anyone these rays. Back then the Path was new and I knew not what to do as I walked into a dark room of ignorance from the overwhelming shine of “What it is”. When my vision adjusted I realized what I said about balance and the art of projection and thus the whole scene leapt to another octave. That was a while ago and during this time of tribulation and such things I developed skills and insight the old me would find so amazing but, now, are just standard equipment as its what was needed on the trek. Then I began to sense things had shifted again as it genuinely felt like being able to read the code of the Matrix in everyday things and this, let me tell, was a trip as it reminded me of back when as other timelines leaked in and I had to sift between the one I live and alternate versions. That was mind bending, initially, but now its as simple as can be which shows, perfectly, what I mean about consciousness taking the shape of whatever it stays within ergo the only limits that exist are the ones you accept, my friend.

We now stand on the borderlands of the Way of Wisdom and this is whats got me thinking, again, with the same level of confusion I felt, back when, after having survived my brush with death and realizing that life would never be the same in respect to my grade of ignorance as there was evidently much more to this and thus I need to play with the intent of winning as I started upping my res and using retrospect to look ahead to see what cues and clues were present that could’ve been processed different. This way of being is radically different to what most people believe is functioning correctly and now, once again, I’m climbing a fresh precipice and the old pic shifts in perspective which makes me feel like Neo left the Matrix only to click that Morpheus and the rest had been tricked into running a different sort of treadmill that was designed to appeal to them and keep true freedom hid. As you can probably guess this perspect would be as unpopular with the denizens of red pill land as the former gnosis was to the blues they just left. I call it the gold pill and its why, I guess, I wrote the passage about spiritual development being a solo type of thing as there is genuinely no way to F with the ineffable than up close and personal so, once again, I’m wondering why push the pen because the adage of those who Know not saying a thing feels more and more Self evident as I process the res.

And yet, I can’t help but wondering that if each adept kept what they’d gained hidden within then isn’t that a disservice to the rest who may not only be cable of comprehending but also transcending your own innovation? Can good intentions translate well in times of mass ignorance? Did the ones who did this to me know I’d live to see what I did after they hand delivered death, sealed with a kiss, or was I not supposed to make it this far on my trek? In the end its irrelevant as they are nothing more or less than projections of my current level of resonance and that means spiritual inheritance of not only this bloodline and its vibe but past lives and other things which, to many, would make zero sense but to me, at present, announce in silence that everything is in perfect balance. For one who has lived a life of stress and death threats since incep thats a pretty wild statement, yes? But, in order to shine as the diamond it is, the coal must relinquish its grip the ignorance that presents as the soft, tenderness of being comfortably numbed into a false resonance accepted by the rest who are ignorant of the fact they’re alchemists. In many ways I feel like a plaything of the gods or a battle of devils to see who next gets to prod me with a fork and claim I’m done as they take what was left undone and stack those energetics into their bundle. The Slave on his treadmill would not even comprehend this. The Path of Power would rail against it and attempt attacks to defend their position against those who’d trespass against. I can’t, yet, say what the Way of Wisdom will beget but I’d guess it manifests with the fluid effortlessness of water that flows without resistance and yet overcomes everything. All of this hints that there is another chamber, still waiting, and it could be the Home of Humility as it not only fits the rhyme scheme and outlined greeting but makes perfect sense, evolutionarily. Dig:

The PoP reps the fire element, straight up masculine Yang which forges straight ahead like a man with a hammer in his grip that nails whatever presents. It is powerful, direct and a tad brutish but, when faced with death, its the burning heart that keeps on beating in the darkness that engulfs it. The WoW, on the flip, is akin to water, as mentioned, and thus it does nothing but naught is undone as well as it finds its own balance via the least amount of effort via developing a listening awareness. Yin. Now I get why I asked, often, if you can hear the Psylense as that was a hint for me as well as thee about the next octave, yes? Sometimes I glance over old articles as I add in these hyperlinks and am amazed at the resonance of what has been unfolding and how what, to me, seemed random words I’d sling, later on, became part of a Pattern that hinted at greater things. Truly I am honored to be able to Witness this level of res in the flesh as so much about a lot of what I’ve lived now makes much more sense and this, itself, hints that the two elements, when combined, become steam instead and this links in, perfect, with what I said about the matter with Spirit and this, my friend, is how mainlining the secret truth of the universe feels but these words are second hand and could be ducktales hence prove me incorrect is the song I sing as you should take your own steps, set your own mark and enforce it then transgress your own limits as rules can fool by obscuring the view by hiding inside that which you may attempt to deny or decry and its this emotional voltage which is the hint that there is yet more to sift as you alchemize the gift of being presently correct in a perfectly imperfect simulation of the real thing that seems so convincing we label the ones who click as schizophrenic as they find themselves on Neptune and try to make their way home again using familiar landscapes that don’t exist outside of what they project as the local denizens torment them for making a mess of their modes and ways of being but, in the end, are only attempting to help but they don’t speak the language and thus misinterpret them pointing at the pains they’re carrying as them inflicting them when, in reality, its the opposite.

Maybe you get it, maybe you don’t. I’m still shifting to a new res so what I’ve said may be quite different to what kicked in previous messages but it now makes sense why I said the Warrior hates not (as thats a waste of energetics) but learns instead and thus gets aheart of the rest who don’t comprehend they’re the only Soul in the realm. That means that any demons of the minds or Archonic influence simply dwell within the depths and thus I was set, back when, on a quest for gnosis which refines like an alchemist has the base, pumping, became a golden elixir instead. What a gift. What a gift! Stop and think:

We have a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance and its filled to the gills with an intricate, interdependent ecosystem with everything attuned, perfect, but, in the end, all of this is suspended within your imagination hence creativity being not of this realm and why intuition drops in fully formed and instant but can take ages to decode and comprehend. This hints that its a Game of three halves, yes? Not only this but there are billions, well adjusted, playing an immense rendition of Simon Says and firmly believe its as real as it gets for they thoroughly invest in the narrative and, for some reason, I’m the one that was picked out of the mix to kick the ballistics to the rest that hopefully inspires them to Know the Ledge and up their res. Either way you look at it, its intricate and fabulous yet simple and horrific as well. Betwixt these polar opposites is the zero point around which all spins – in this world, the next or any you can imagine – that I’ve termed the Prime, pre-existing aka the Psylense that manifests as pure consciousness and we all are it.

Honored, I am.

Till we meet again

Me Against the Archons

There are three possible things going on, at the minute:

One, all of my friends and family are part of an immense secret clique that has abused me, off rip, and now takes huge delight in messing with my head using means so subtle and elegant that one wonders why go to such extravagant lengths to tamper with someones consciousness if they, seemingly, want them dead? Or:

Two, the whole world is possessed by a parasite of consciousness and all of the ones mentioned are totally ignorant of this thing that is playing with their heads as they believe the voice is them. I, somehow, appear to be immune it its machinations and thus it attempts to influence using a range of proxy agents who say and do the darnedest things with the intent to inch forward a narrative like it can only influence one atom at a time to create its outcome which seems quite strange, yes? Maybe they’re microbes in which case it makes a lot of sense. Or:

Three, I’m outsane crazy, driving Miss Daisy.

Now, starting with the last one on the list. There is a reason I think its incorrect and least likely to be accurate. See, since I was a child I’ve had a special relationship with schizophrenics in the sense that no matter how incoherent they get in the midst of a grip of severe hallucinations I would always, always, always present as me. That means no head shifts, voice alterations or overlay editing. None of this. I was me. Permanently. This, as you may guess, lead to an intense trust and some depth conversations ergo I’ve peered inside a few heads, suggested some tweaks to their internal OS and helped some jet off the crazy train before it had its wicked way with their consciousness. The other bit of supporting evidence for this perspective is its pretty well known that Shamans and schizos are the same thing but the former swims where the latter’s drowning and I’d claim that meeting death and returning qualifies for me this trek, as well as whats happened hence. So, lets explore option two, yes?

Before we do this, its worth noting that my friends did set me up to be drugged, hypnotized and who knows what else, back when, as those six hours of my life are beyond my current recollection and, believe me, I’ve been looking. What I did, find, instead, as I rummaged through my consciousness was nothing short of gnosis. We’ll get to this as we progress. If you read the Gnostic texts they’ll tell the world as we know is in the grips of invisible things that are tampering with mans consciousness. These writings, sacred, were buried, long ago, and the writers themselves were fed to the lions. They tell a tale, quite different, of the man we came to know as Jesus. When they were unleashed there were controversies as they contradicted and filled bits in that were, otherwise, missing from the narrative. Exactly what you’d expect if they’d clicked man was being fed upon by a predator of consciousness, yes? Don’t reach for your tinfoil turban just yet though, my friend, as these texts were penned in second or third centuries, AD, and may have been left out of the Bible for good reason. I mean, who wouldn’t trust a man the sells the security of bliss after death whilst he, himself, rides around with 8 mil glass, super thick, so the bullets go ping, ping and two inch thick armor plating as well. Wait a second…

Now, don’t get your solid gold crucifix and pimp cup twisted, I’m not dissing religion and those who follow it. Not one bit, I’m just pushing the pen and like to keep it creatively interesting. Some things just don’t make sense when looked at via a critical lens and one of the greatest gifts about being me is there are no limits in my head. Sure, I may offend others sensibilities, now and then, but thats worth it for the points that make many others consider a different perspect because its never done with malice but springs from pure Inner Sense instead. It certainly keeps life interesting as I strongly beleaf we are born to bloom and, somehow, we end up folding in. This, I suspect, is the work of the Archons mentioned. Actually, lets speak on what the Gnostics said.

They posited we are Souls wearing flesh and are trapped, via ignorance and indolence (what a heady mix!) inside an elaborate creation built by a madman who delights in torment and suffering. Doesn’t that seem like an exceedingly accurate sketch? I felt this long before I read their texts as a lot of the official narrative stinks and I never could get why nobody ever seemed to question the dichotomy of some force, somewhere, sending prophets that another, closer at hand, kills dead whose followers then cheerily yell “Death to the infidels!” even though their own formations have cracks and schisms which means that even if they win they’ll turn against themselves ergo eternal conflict. I was still a jit when this popped in my head as a fully formed concept I then had to pick apart, reality test and digest. This is, I guess, what they call gnosis. That term springs from the pejorative “Know it alls” as thats what they called the team who pushed the pen, back when, and spewed the kind of things we in modern times link exclusively with schizophrenics. Oh, what a tangled web we weave when we aim to deceive those plugged in to a false reality. No wonder its cool to diss Jesus as he was the original Neo in the Matrix that came with one simple message for the plebs:

“Know ye not ye are gods?“.

That and a hold load of other stuff which was edited from the official record but finds a voice in the Gnostic texts as that dude was on a whole nother level of consciousness and his point of leaping across tall buildings of ignorance was to hammer home the point that man is much more than he suspects hence “All I’ve done you can to. Better, as well“. Obviously, this doesn’t bode well for control structures but thats only in the West as a lot of what he presented as super fresh and slick to the peeps of Galilee was as old as the hills the mystics sit in and ponder the mysteries of living. Bonus point, it has been said (with reasonable credence as well) that this is where the boy Jeezy got his skills, back when, hence the missing bits of the narrative which are a bit suspish as he went somewhere, did something and came back to establish a legend. Even more fascinating is how there is a tomb of peace in a land torn with war (no, not the one you’re thinking) where local legend says he returned and lived out the rest of his life with his wife and kids… Wouldn’t that be something? Whatever could’ve happened to this bloodline, if it exists? Anyway, the Gnostics believed that in a world full of fibs the only truth one could gain must come from within and thus heavily invested in the concepts of expanded awareness which, once again, have immense resonance with the old ways of the East. That was before the EIC swept in and rearranged the continent whilst looting trillions but that is yet to come in world history. One thing I will mention is that the old Sages saw this coming and penned texts that would tell the same thing and this also has a correlate with a lot of Egyptian thinking hence why they built such immense monuments that encoded the distance of the moon, size of the planet and many other things hence the ears of wisdom speak freely to those who hear with the ear of their chest.

So, this inept creator generated a false creation in imitation of the realm that dwelled above it and it used all kinds of slick tricks to lure Souls in but, like the lyrics of Hotel California said, you can check out any time you wish… But you can never leave! Don’t you find that to be an interesting sync with the coming AI revolution and what it presents for those who are plugged in, off rip? How could they even tell? The thought would not even be allowed to enter their awareness. Unless they clicked and went off grid. Somewhere where the machines couldn’t peep. That would be a cave, yes? Somewhere down, dark and away from the rest or maybe way high, high up on a hill? The former generates all types of kaleidoscopic visions hence they were praised by Shamans and the ilk whereas the latter, with air thin and no crowds with their din, approaches from another aspect. Both unfold the numinous within and that, interestingly, we tend to approximate with technicolor visions that are, daily, pumped in via the black mirror most grip like their lives depended on it… The Demiurge had friends. They are the Archons, mentioned, or as they were known elsewhen, the Grahas.

See, the Vedic civilization knew all about the reality creating mechanism hence why all their texts said that reality is an illusion and mans minds are under the influence of things, invisible, that make the Game what it is. They took it in jest and played to win against these interlopers of consciousness by upping their res and comprehending, in the flesh, they are nothing more or less than pure consciousness. In the Gnostic myths we have Sophia (who was the mother of this aberrant creation) who kicked him to the kerb and watched, with disdain, as he did what he did and declared himself the creator above who none do exist. Listen to reason? He would do no such thing so she sent elements of herself down into his creation to assist in the liberation of the rest. Many went on this rescue mission but the baby brain is a dangerous thing as its makes one forget their true resonance and this is akin to you tuning in to a great radio station but then finding a pirate overlay that broadcasts a stronger signal from a local pitch that totally changed the playlist. How could you tell? Really ponder this and it’ll up your res. Anyway, this dude was totally furious at the fact this his created being now had a greater potential for resonance and thus set the rules in opposition to their whims and, get this, punished them for the very actions he set! What a wheeze! It truly is. Like crack sprinkled on the jects the same time as they freewheeled in the government cheese which had the urban jungles of the Eighties going crazy on a murder, death, kill spree. Why do I mention this? Because its all interlinked, my friend. Once you see the code of the Matrix for what it is…

These days the forces are occulted. We, the civilized, believe none of this mess but how few stop to comprehend that every single schizo, on official record, says the exact same thing. That their head is being played with, things are not what they seem and invisible forces – like deems – abound and seem to feed on their sheer terror and misery. Could there be a link? I’ll let you tell it. Me, personally, I’ve met them up close and personal and engaged in conflict with what I suspect Jesus said was spiritually wicked but placed well. That, in and of itself, is a whole nother topic and I guess those nascent convos with schizos really served me well as I developed as, back when, I was sitting on a bench as I attempted to spring a friend who was in the grips of the mental health system and a man, looking intense, came over, hurrying and say right next to me on the bench. Before I could say a thing about personal space and the rest he blurted:

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell them” to which I said:

“I know you won’t, otherwise I wouldn’t have told you”.

“True, true. How do you do it?”.

“Which part? It all takes effort”.

“Well, you look like one of them but you are one of us within. How do you hide it?”.

At this point he had to jet as there was another man, distant, that came barreling over with a look, intense. He said:

“What did he tell you?”.

I refused to acquiesce. The man would not relent. He tried a great many things to get me to open my lips ranging from threats to pleading. Who was he? Another mental patient? In a sense. He was his psychiatrist. See, it turned out this dude never spoke to anyone. Not even his own family when they came, visiting. And yet he picked me to speak. If you read back that text it shows several effects I’ve came to term the schizos lex as he started the conversation with his lips from a fragment already in his head which, for him, means we’d already connected by telepathy instead. You’ll note I bought in, without questioning and then addressed what went next to see what he’d said with answers, noncommittal. There are two fascinating blips about genuine mental patients. One, they do not fall for optical illusions. Two, they can spot “one of theirs” in an instant as there are plenty locked up in nuthouses in this realm who simply had a bad day and over eager diagnosis. Just check out the Rosenhan Experiment and consider its implications. Anyway, thats option two and three covered pretty well as I don’t think anyone who isn’t sane could etch this type of sketch, yes? For refs, consider the works of Jill Bolte Taylor – a stroke patient – who just happened to be a neuroscientist and thus saw from within what she’d previously been studying and gained a first hand glimpse into the mechanisms of the flesh and how they rebuild consciousness along with a sense of self. Its worth noting that her passion for all of this came from wishing to comprehend her brothers mind, schizophrenic. Did I dance with madness machine that holds all in its grip? Is it the exact same mech the Gnostics and Vedics mentioned? Is it inherently flawed or is this stage a feature instead where the veils between the worlds are super thin and man can heart to the exit? Who can tell? For me its a strong opinion, loosely held as it seemed, back when, the schizos attempt to navigate higher realms using maps, terrestrial, and this brings shipwreck instead. By that I mean a padded cell and depot injection in their rear end. Here is where it gets fascinating, as we check option A:

This sketch posits that my family and friends are a bunch of black magicians, par excellence, who seem, by all external aspects, to be a bunch of perfectly normal, well adjusted humans and thus nothing special. I know what you’re thinking:

“Tis the song many a schizo sings!”.

And yet I’ve been abused and desecrated since the crib. Remember those hours, six, I said were missing after I’d been invited out for a drink with old school friends and, instead, got an impromptu hypnosis sessions with some drugs thrown in as well to totally obliterate my consciousness? Well, not long after this, my whole life got about flipped and I barely escaped with my mind in what became the first of many of these things. I’ve faced death so many times now that I stopped counting and started spotting the Patterns instead as they have but a handful of tricks which are as old as they are effective. “Why?” you may question. Simple, the subconscious is best programmed using trauma, repetition and symbols. If you look at the main stage you’ll see they play the Game the same way. Ain’t nothing changed, cept the astrological age. Kinda strange how they still hate you too and prescribe toxic cues as cures for problems they themselves create. A minor digression. Unless you happen to be a mental patient and that is exactly what I mean because the world as it stands is the definition of crazy but he who questions (or worse, rejects) this is seen as the mess. Doesn’t that stink? Not even a tiny little bit? This is why its interesting that the Vedic Sages, of previous ages, penned ancient texts which said it would be exactly like this so one ponders that if they too sported flesh that hyperconducted consciousness the only difference between us and them is the OS in your head and who programmed this? Your parents, that is who. Most of the schizos I’ve met had a fractured, intense or enmeshed relationship with one or both as they are the ones who define the rules of home where you have no defense, no escape and, often, no chance to second guess. Its die or accept.

This is also why you were programmed so well to run the treadmill, my friend. But that is another topic as its just another angle in the web the Archons spin. I mean, there is a pretty simple way to prove they exist. First, take a look at this pic:

Then ask your Self how you can be the voice in your head when you are obviously that which listens instead? Take it away, architect:

See, thats the goof, the jape, the wool they pull over the eyes of bleating race who don’t comprehend the Game. The schizo, I suspect, has the potent to transcend so they crack his shell before the fruit is fully developed and this causes all types of problems whereas the mystic is prepped from lifetimes in the Game and thus handles the phase as another chance to change states then transcend. That is the difference, my friend. So, with all that said I still can’t tell if its Option One or Two that is most accurate but Three is definitely off the list because once you truly see the world for what it is you’d be crazy to accept what they sell as none of it truly makes any sense and, at best, its upside down and backwords. Like the English language… When you add in the factors that the Gnostics spoke on this, the Vedic texts are filled with references, the whole Wetiko thing, Reichs Emotional Plague and how they dealt with him as well as the words of a great many sages and mystics as well as practicing magicians you start comprehending that the Game truly is something strange and there is way more at play than most suspect hence the whole “three halves” thing, dig? The DKDK aspect of this is it could all be functioning, exactly as intended. Meaning that just like you can’t stick a light bulb to a pylon and expect it to function these men in the middle could be providing a service and thats just a hint of what time it is. See what I mean about researching the opposite perspect? This is, after all, a strong opinion, loosely held and thus is always up for revision as I steadily up my res but, at present, me against the Archons seems to be broadcasting on FM.

You as well, my friend. Thats the kicker because we’re all up in the mix but only about 8% dare to Know the Ledge plus, as I said, we interact not with people or things but figments of our imagination ergo what they did, back when, was set in motion the events that lead to me gaining said gnosis that I now share with the rest as teachers is all I met:

In which case they’re the best friends a man could request if he intends to gain exodus from the realm and avoid another spin with its “Be Kind, Rewind” effect, yes?

Till we meet again

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