“I don’t care about his size, I’ll punch out his lights then send him an electric bill” he said, getting hyped before the fight. Outside the image may appear quite fearsome as we have a chap that isn’t slim and trim nor is he shmoozing to avoid bruising his competition. Inside, however, its a totally different script. Like I said about the kid who did everything but study for his test due to the immense stress he couldn’t accept he felt this chap was no different. He was covered in tattoos. Like an exoskeleton. That was one of the odd things that got my attention as, back when, this wasn’t all that common as people had the usual ink that appeared to be dotted, at random, but his whole canvas was filled. “Thats got to mean something” I said, to my Self and then proceeded to ask questions:
“I have a theory that opines each time a needle and ink sliced your skin, outside, that was done to equate or hide some pain you feel within. What do you think?“. He put down his drink, blinked and furrowed his brow before saying:
“Yes”.
That was it. “Cool” then dipped as A) I didn’t know him, B) I’d got an answer and C) it seemed my hypothesis was correct so I left it at that and went back to emptying the fruit machine. By the way, old school tip. If you listen to the sound the tank makes when you put your pound in you can tell if its filled or needing to be fed. Then you select one of those that has the Game option as well as the reels where you ping around a board to try and score a deal. What you do next is reject the prize event it offers not once or twice but thrice and then something of interest happens. It empties its cache all over the carpet. How did I discover this? Simple, the principles of observation and experimentation as the sound bit was Self evident because if your quid sounded like it fell into the abyss then that bish ain’t been fed in a minute. If, on the flip, you hear the “chink” the moment you drop it then its winning season. The next bit came from pondering the simple logic that must be on display for this rudimentary Game as it had to be a basic IF, OR, AND, THEN program which meant it expected you to play like a human. Case in point, if the main prize is Two Hundred and Fifty and you get on the board after a couple of spins and it offers a tenner for a quid most people will accept. If you reject you have a chance of losing but if the soundboard was filled this is reduced as well so it will offer you a twenty now. Who would reject this? Well, if its belly was not rumbling and you’d timed the tumbling well then after this rejection you get a fifty up in your grill. The interesting thing was if you said no to the this the Game just stopped working and emptied its reserves. Turns out this was intended and it was a way for the owner to cleanse it without going through the faff of opening the machine with keys. This I didn’t know, back when, as I was operating off observation and deduction ergo when I drew the link that none of the criminals around the ends did a mischief on a straight head but when steroids and amphetamine were in their systems its was time to get wicked I started noting how peeps would tend to get new ink after such events. They didn’t spot the links but I saw it enough to sense a Pattern hence when I met said gunslinger mentioned I couldn’t help but wondering. A while later he said:
“Why did you ask me that question?“. I told him I wanted answers and had been trained by the best to go right to the connect and get that potent product with no half steps. He grinned at the reference. Thats how we started talking. Then we leapt to the bit at the head and now we’ll shift to the aftermath of said events as his Opponent was sent to A&E with multiple contusions of the brain and his features, rearranged.
“Run it back again. Who were you really fighting? It couldn’t have been him as A) you’d just met him B) what he did wasn’t deserving of said agg and C) you said you didn’t care about his size but he was the same height and weight anyway”.
“Hmm” he said, icing his fists and spinning his Rolodex. This is what I mean about bits of you, stuck in time, my friend. They give not an F about the Plank Constant or speed of light mess as they move at the power of darkness from within the shadows depth ergo its everywhen in an instant. The wildest part is they are you, unfiltered and direct, but suppressed to create the Pane Body, mentioned. In dreams you often meet them, up close and personal. They are also the true cause of the dreaded “bad trip” and, I strongly suspect, what underpins a schizophrenics hallucinations. Its worth noting that those with a wild rep often kept a wide berth from the previous in patients now “cared for” by the community as the government heads juked the stats and unleashed a whole load of mental patients to the pavements to fend for themselves… As a wise man once said:
Not long after this was when he had he breakthrough event that I mentioned in the other article as he cracked the shell of the (false) self and things were never the same again as he glimpsed the code of the Matrix that was, previously, lodged in his subconscious and running things. Another girl I met had a more subtle form of awakening so I guess its horses for courses thing… Life is a pretty strange thing, isn’t it? I mean, so many of you accept the premise of a rock that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance as the base totality of your reality but I’m still not certain on even this as everything is a strong opinion, loosely held inside my OS so I stop and smell the roses, often. Its a celebration, bishes!
If you have a field with two rows of crops and one of them is radiantly spry and the other isn’t the pests will come and dine on the one that is weak first. Animals do this too. As do the entities that consume humans like food. This is why it doth behoove one to awaken the Warrior within by doing the Knowledge as the pavement pugilist attests for many people think rote regurgitation for the test equals intelligence and thus would look down on him but, in the same swing, they all acknowledge that street smarts are a thing they’re mostly lacking in as they never needed to develop it. Some folks are born with their head on a swivel as its a means of surviving the madness they inherited to wear flesh in the lineage they incarnated in. This is the reason I’ve said you’re perfectly equipped to play the hand, dealt, to win as that is how the Game is. It may, however, hide the truth of this behind a load of IF, OR, AND, THEN programming with some carrots it dangles like coping mechs, the art of pretend, disassociation and fronting. Each bring a “reward” but, in the end, you’re cheating your Self as the machine was filled as it was yours for the taking as you are the owner of said establishment and this is all part of the challenge of mastering the Temple of flesh you’re currently wearing. Thats 8 billion jackpots, unclaimed, he gets to rake as long as the rest don’t click they’re spending all the money that he says is fit to print as part of the ultimate hustle…
Doesn’t that make a lot more sense or maybe even a little? These bits that are stuck in time form and bind tensions in the mind and flesh which are filled with what I’ve termed Pixems. They are bands of resistance that drain ones life current as we try to resist what persists by pretending it doesn’t exist. In many cases the effect releasing them has on ones personality is so dramatic it becomes Self evident we are way more than the skin and its presence simply modulates, not creates, consciousness but thats a higher res thing. These bits are raw, unfiltered and intense. They give no Fs about your social pretense and I strongly think they’re the reason we have wars, sports and entertainment as they allow a vent for said things but that is also akin to scratching a photo to soothe an itch. And yet, pixels on a screen can cause a grown man to sob like a kid as he remembers the life he could’ve lived and actually wanted before another mantle was thrust onto him. Its a strange world, isn’t it? Lately I’ve been wondering why I bother doing this when I could, instead, divert those energetics to working on my Self because I Know the Ledge and the 8% stats tell the true pic because the rest simply do not care about this and will actively resist gnosis so who am I to tell them? I do suspect the reason is that if I were suffering and someone had the key to unlock my inner realms I’d surely appreciate the hint as, one thing is for certain, its never boring. Often petrifying though but, after a while, you simply ease into the tension with whole hearted acceptance and that, my friend, is time traveling in full effect.
The rest of the plebs are, seemingly, content running around in a winter wonderland dreaming of champagne supernovas without ever stopping to ponder, at all, why life feels like running into a brick wall, back when, so they lay, dazed, and believe whatever Simon Says as he inserts stories into their head they accept as as a self but its not the real thing. To admit this deception would be akin to throwing the imposter from the helm and the parasite of consciousness like this not one bit ergo its not the Soul resisting but something else and, guess what, he’s got the whole Earth in his hands…
The thing with the criminal element is they, often, rejected societies programming and thus still retain the capacity to think whereas the rest, well adjusted, Thunk instead but never seem to question why that voice in their head issues thoughts, totally predictable… I guess they’re waiting for the echoes to speak which is pretty wild, isn’t it? The streets provide a freedom that the boardroom cannot even imagine and yet I’ve often said that if you picked a single parent off the dole and asked them to balance the spends of a nation she’d ace the test due to being used to doing more with less ergo the world is a mess on purpose which opens up a whole nother chamber of gnosis.
Have you ever booted a system with no operation, available? Better yet, with no CMOS level tech as that is what says who sits where, when and talks in what sequence. These are the basics. The low res sketch is default and its handled by the reptilian. No, I’m not talking about Bowser and his clique but the R Complex inside your head. This is what makes you blink, sneeze andrealize you are now breathing manually. Ain’t that something? Words are weapons and thoughts are things, my friend. We are in a constant state of hypnosis that is recreated from moment to moment like a real life Ship of Theseus. In that respect you are little more than a concept made flesh and that is how powerful whats inside your head is as its the internal OS that runs this bish and every facet of it was programmed. By whom? When? With what intent? There is a saying which says “Garbage out from garbage in” meaning if the code is incorrect it will work, perfect, and create what it says. Think of the bulimic who appears wafer thin but sees, reflected, an orca in the mirror. Something is obviously out of whack, yes? Taking this up to level ten its worth considering the MPD patient who is deathly allergic to strawberries and yet once the dial flips to decode another wavelength of consciousness she eats them with a grin and has no physical reaction or anaphylaxis. Things like this really should (or could) make you think about what truly kicks in this realm and implications of wearing flesh.
Every facet of your reality was programmed but the most amazing thing about the Game is a man can flip it any way he doth wish as it exists inside your consciousness. Granted, there are certain elements and parameters one must consider in order to keep it realistic as people think its akin to an 8 stone weakling winning Mr Olympia without lifting a thing. It isn’t. Metaphysical bodybuilding is what it is and thus it always starts simple so a way to get ripped, in the mental sense, is to maintain your awareness. Before you do this the pink dumbell bit is just learning how to watch your mind and realizing:
That, alone, places you ten steps aheart of the rest and well on your way to forging that mothership connection with higher consciousness whilst living. Once you get familiar with this resonance realize that response-ability is free will then flex that muscle. Use it to challenge negative thoughts and I’d be willing to bet the you that steps is so totally different to the one, unchecked, who had that old OS in his head that you best take notes to keep the change fresh as the mind cannot imagine being anything beyond what it is. Read that back again, its the key to the whole lesson. You ever notice how that homonym spins lessen as well? That isn’t a coincidence for those who go in and see dense to comprehend its the same reason why you don’t spend seven rays in a strength and invest the two off in getting strengthened. There’s rules to this here, life has an unhidden manual.
Every facet of your reality was programmed and the intent at the helm doesn’t appear to like those who contradict this as the Game has a shooting script with tech revealed, as and when. Tesla is the perfect example and how they parade that thief dressed in purple as the fount of wisdom when the current level of ignorance where they think smashing small atoms into lesser things will render a solution when, as they said in Kemet, “There is no end and no perfection in this realm” as they hearted for the exit with this as light as a feather on the scales after they built what they did to send a message to the ones who come next and, no, I’m not talking about the latter day move ins who rechipped the Sphinx and sold a load of BS but the true OGs of the Game who made it, their way. Did they leave? Did they stay? Did they simply elevate to a higher state and remain, on call, Twenty Four/Seven, should you say the right words to draw them in? Are they we? Are you me? Together we? What if the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was not building a realm, counterfeit, but faking the funk, once again, to sell the head trip of Techno Sapiens? What then? What if we’re dead and this is Hell? You ever ponder this? Like what do they have there that humans haven’t already discovered and implemented? Thats the 8 billion Soul question, isn’t it?
There are things I’ve seen, places I’ve been and vistas, perceived, that would make most flip their lid. The fact that I’m still kicking is it testament that it all takes place inside my awareness ergo the question is “What is the meaning for me?” as I decode this reality and thus it does not encode me. That is the master key to be free, my friend. Mix in total detachment and the earlier stage of resonance which is a neutral acceptance of whatever happens and you’re well on your way to gaining enlightenment in the flesh which is one of the upsides of living in hell. I mean, consider this text where I said that people in the future will be beautiful pseudo immortals that engage in lots of sex and tell who the heck would think about seeking the exit then ponder on the fact that that is the worst it will get as each stage ups in res and delivers a stronger and stronger hit to the less and less that remain and it all just makes sense. Well, that and the future memories I’ve mentioned as well as the hint that man is a machine of desire creation ergo to turn off, tune out and drop in will be the next black hat hacker mindset. In many ways you could claim that schizos are the beta testers of a new OS as the fresh spin will be akin to a controlled hallucinogenic trip just as reality as it stands is nothing but consensual madness as we invest emotion in symbols then forget we built them to rep something else. Point this out and people yelp and miss all the heavenly splendor you’re trying to draw to their attent. I guess there are dangers to deprogramming and most are too hopelessly plugged in to even accept they aren’t the flesh or “John of House Smith” but actually pure consciousness.
This is why, I suspect, you need to spend a couple of decades, legally mandated, at your local camp of concentration as they switch out think for Thunk and most don’t spot the drop in res. And yet, if I could upgrade your mental software with a click you’d grin as the familiar newness did its thing and you’d swiftly recollect that something must’ve caused the glow to dim. Tell me this pic isn’t accurate, my friend:
Where does that glow go? I wondered since a jit and I had my first existential crises when I was not long out of Pampers and came to realize that my parents, miserable, were once children as well. Up until that realization did kick I thought everyone was just born like this and it was nothing special but to comprehend the shadows depth that I’d never seen them dance or sing, scribble with a crayon or play with an imaginary friend was so horrifying that I’ve been thinking about it since. That meant, as you may guess, that I rejected all programming and actively set about hacking the Matrix instead which lead to a brush with death as the Architect sent his Agents to do their thing but even this didn’t sway my attempts as I’d had two NDE before crawling so it appears you’re born with a mission etched in which makes perfect sense as life follows a script and we simply play the parts that are writ ergo this must be the job nobody wanted. Can you imagine the length and breadth of foolishness of wishing to tell humans they’ve been tricked and all are being pimped by a voice in their head that isn’t them? Not only this but virtually every single thing they accept about anything is, at best, a distortion or flat out fabrication. The oddest bit?
They don’t want to be happy, just correct. I mean, Who the heck wants to declare war on their (false) self? Well, by my estimation, 8% (aka the chosen who choose themselves) are capable of awakening the Warrior within in this realm which is an artful illusion wrapped in a deception that presents ignorance as wisdom and any other polarity flip you can imagine as long as you keep paying attention to what the what the man behind the curtain says in a tone you accept as Self hence not only is every facet of your reality programmed, my friend, you are, in effect, complicit in your own oppression if you chose the broad way of ignorance – paved and well lit – when the Path of Power doth present an opportunity to awaken in the flesh and see the lay of the land as it is and not what Simon Said, back when, and folks accept as gospel without stopping to check the small print. I say all of that to say this:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
I do, sometimes, wonder what the point is in me pushing the pen and sending this fresh dataset to the digitization of man collective unconscious because the ones who Know the Ledge will get there without my help. The well adjusted masses with their heads artfully placed inside their rear ends will kick up a stink if I dare suggest the true cause of their back pain whilst the 11% that wove this spell and programmed every facet of their existence from here to death and back again must be grinning at my Quixotic quest, yes? Well, it keeps things interesting, eh? I’ve got to say though:
How can there be any secrets when its literally all in front of them? From the constant threes on the four to the scores on the door – nothing is hid. Thats on Blood, Crip! Repping that five, all the way live, or is it a six till the end type flex? Do they comprehend the shadows depth? Are they supposed to or is it just a numbers on a list thing for the forces at the helm? Who’s winning between blue and red then? Asking from the golden section… To everyone else, still reading:
It doesn’t matter if you stepped into the flesh, now, at present or in the future of silicon and carbon remixes as well as any other time you can imagine. Every facet of your reality will be programmed and this will be, on spec, as invisible as water to a fish unless you make the moves to transcend ergo that should drop the hint about being in and not of, yes? If an external clique can etch a script what is to say you can’t flip it or, better yet, comprehend that its written, starring and directed by thee, ultimately? This is metaprogamming, in full effect:
The first person sees some things, misses others and draws links that may or may not be correct. He spends a lot of time on the web and is drip fed other peoples concepts that validate his perceps and thus he digs, digs, digs his reality tunnel on spec. Conversations are usually held with those who buy in, together this clique believe they are enlightened and the mutual reinforcement does its thing as they hop from one hot topic to the next and try and predict trends etc, etc. Its a huge distraction. A shell Game, if you will. Its like escaping a Matrix and finding yourself within a construct called “Freedom” when, in reality, its another trick. The other dude in question is different. He may have started out like the rest who congregate around the web and speak on what happens if you scan a dollar bill then invert the image whilst listening to a Ramones record at a third pitch on the fifth Tuesday of the month when Sirius is retrograde but, eventually, he disconnects as he clicks its just a trick and how the information may be dense but it misses a lot of simple things. Here begins a spiritual awakening, my friend, and things are never, ever the same again. Consider this:
From an energetic perspect anything you observe is consuming what you send whilst you think you’re doing the same to the content. Its a two way process. Porn is a great example of this as we have a couple or three people on set, sexing, and, in the real world, many other ejaculating real seeds of creation via a black mirror, three colors and repeated pixels that scratch an itch within with a distantly close mimic that is filled with imagination and intent. Isn’t that a kind of magic? I think it is. This is why I said what you watch says a lot about your inner realms and how a three day extreme detox can bring you face to faceless with what was hidden as a lot of these distractions are projections. With that in mind the constant F Five clickers who think there is a shadowy clique that runs everything and makes animals of man that are perpetually pimped are, in directly, sending the same people their attention but in a much more intense way than those who take it in in passing. Run that back again and marinate for a sec because energy flows where awareness goes which is why your ears prick up a bit when you close your eyes and you pay heed to internal signals. Maybe thats the cause of Stevies gifts or he could be pretending? Wouldn’t that be a wheeze? Like a lifetime award achieved for the prestige it brings:
Listen, since I stepped into the Game I’ve been quite familiar with death as I had two of the near experiences before I’d started crawling and the latest sent me to the depths from which I had to climb up again ergo I speak what I live and have peered behind the curtain and, Toto, we ain’t in Kansas, my friend. Nor is it Shelbyville. Its a weird place called the Third Dimension where the fix is in and the tolerances for life to exist are so razor thin you’d think they were etched with the same laws that built the stone complex of pyramids in the South Americas and the rest of the immense monoliths. Here, from nothing, we have everything and, for some reason, people can’t stop themselves from being hell bent with an appetite for destruction which is only outstripped by a need for deception that, itself, runs a far distant second to a cheery “Death to the infidels!” as everyone believes the real life man upstairs rides with them against the opposition. Someones got to be wrong, statistically, yes?
Its all manipulation. All of it. From the womb to the tomb its simply a prep for the next bit which, in ignorance, has you slammed back in the flesh after a swift mindwipe doth kick and then you do it all again. And again. And again. The Game of Souls has you, my friend. See what I mean about three types of people in this realm? The first kind intuit the sketch and think something is wrong with their off the peg mindset as it doesn’t quite fit correct and some bits don’t make sense so they investigate the options. They’ll be able to tell you the thread count, pattern of stitch, who designed it and where it was minted, shipped and distributed as well as who is involved, the spiders web and all manner of things which are, in the end, irrelevant. Here is what demarcates one who has awakened the Warrior within from the rest:
He gives not an F about the window dressing they present or stories they sell and the rest as he comprehends the only thing worth a blip is Knowledge of Self. There it is. Ask the Slave who they are and its:
“I am John of House Smith. We, being English, like cricket and I think sprouts are quite spiffing. I enjoy reading Kipling and do it all for my Kingdom”. Or it was. Nowadays you’ll probably get:
“I am John of House Smith but my wifes boyfriend said we should double barrel instead and seeing as he wears the pants (and lining out of my woman) I guess I’ll go with it so you can call me John of House Smith-Chad, OW!. That hurts, stop it… What? I’ll correct. That is John of House Chad-Smith. I mean House of Chad featuring John Smith”.
Tell me I’m lying? This is why I predicted the whole depop thing as its all social engineering in the end. That and the sex robots are coming to mop your intense loneliness as they graciously accept all the fluids you can jet into their approximated human flesh. Are you starting to get the sketch because I haven’t even scratched the surface yet as there is so much depth to this it makes perfect sense why schizo, schizo when they come face to faceless with a ruthless monolith that is called “The way it is”. Take Run DMC, for example. Heck, take Hip Hop as it is, was and will be as it was built, from the ground up, by the Feds. I know, that sounds ridiculous and it made me go “What the F?” when it first trickled into my awareness but then it made way more sense as how many bad decisions were based on a lifted drum sample and lyrical poisons they sent and made seem most attractive? Same with Grunge, except for this you won’t even have to dig as I’ll give you a starter for ten that just makes way too much sense:
Ain’t that the truth, my friend? I’m not depressed (and no, its not a chemical imbalance) nor am I hallucinating (they are actually seeing what, to most, is invisible) but I do feel my grip on the elephant is whole and total whilst others clutch a bit and believe what their myopic story says as they pray to the massive wall for salvation or cheer for their rope that swings from the heavens whilst others say the serpent is the best and those shake their heads and know the tree trunk in front of them is as real as it gets etc etc. You feel what I’m saying, yes? And yet, I wonder what the point is in me sharing this as it looks lifetimes of deaths to comprehend I’m a god in the flesh and by that I mean an immortal wearing skin for my true nature is pure consciousness and this is a gift (and aspect) of the Prime, pre-existing of whom there is but one and yet is present in everything. Yes, even that rock is sentient which is why it grows to a blueprint thats etched in its resonance and why a diamond is, technically, worthless but they’ve got you convinced its a token of affection for which you spend a few checks on ring to let her show off the bling. How many women comprehend that their red hot passions doth chill once the ice slips in? I’ll let you tell it…
I could go on and on. The list is endless. The only thing which is true, without question, is that consciousness (aka the Hard Problem) is everything and its not made by the flesh for you are it, my friend. The Earthday Suit is simply a mode of conduction to interact with a limited dimension that sells ignorance as wisdom and any other dialectic you can imagine hence why I said I feel like Jon Snowman up in this realm who did melt, without a sweat, to become a pool of water that ascends as the rays beat down on it to up its vibration back to the cloud consciousness from which we jet to wear flesh and then go round and round again until we click the trick and choose to step off the psychosocial treadmill.
The first step to wisdom is recognizing our ignorance. The next is examining, critical, that which you daren’t challenge before following it up with a quick twist and doing the Knowledge as, I assure you, my friend, things will never be the same again as you too will, one day, click that everything is a PsyOp, including your life in this sim which is no hypothesis for it is a real life Matrix which, to quote from the book which inspired the flick about playing with your percepts:
“No one in the audience could ever guess at how the trick was done, even though a moment’s logical thought would have solved the mystery“.
There it is. Why I said there are many who think its business as usual, a fringe who click something is a miss but misspend their energetics in ignorance and the few who comprehend the entire realm takes place inside their consciousness and to sell such a huge grift takes tireless effort and dedication which comes thanks to the 11% who are, in effect, Agents of the Matrix. But, thats another topic. Its all about presentation, in the end. That is the trick and effect as well intent of the performance so, if you’re enjoying it, go ahead. If not, get aheart instead and you’ll start to question why the Washington head of the NAACP was a White woman in fancy dress or how Archibald Stansfeld Belaney became Chief Grey Owl which begs the question of why when there are billions of Indians did they spray paint Ben Kingsley to play Gandhi instead and, better yet, how come no one ever said a thing about the millions of them Churchill killed with his own private apocalypse for which there have been no motion pics, museums or dedications before we ponder on the safety suicide nets Apple installed to turn brushes with death into impromptu trampoline sessions instead before a swift “morale correction” rained down with bunched fists and nightsticks to ensure you sport the latest gadget in your grip to flaunt a life you don’t truly live on the web to those just as inauthentic.
Did you research into the music scene as I said? If so you would comprehend that the boys from Laurel Canyon paved the way for Lennon and them and how those Hippie kids (holding signs given to them and songs written by military kids whilst under the influence of lab made hallucinogens) are directly linked with Grunge hitting and making depression and mental ills a cool thing (see the current web where everyone has symptoms but little in the way of solutions as they need this for their self ident – like House of Chad-Smith) whilst, on the other end, gangsta rap had us acting ill because, like Dre said:
As he laughed his way to the bank with a billion for a part well played in the global operation. They’re all actors, my friend. Just like the Prestige said, its a lifetime performance. Now here’s Bill with the weather! Once you click how stage manged this whole thing is and how people don’t make it but are placed instead you see with another lens at a far higher res and thats when the real strangeness doth commence as what are the chances of Bruces last flick predicting, on the button, what would happen with his kid and then there is the whole thing of their lineage being pursued by a demon which may or may not be the same thing yelled by ever schizo in this realm and yet no one scientist, ever, has drew a link that this people of disparate levels of intelligence, wealth, time and any other metric you can imagine are all, to a man, saying exactly the same thing:
Yet, none dare call it conspiracy. But it is. You want to know what the kicker is? The bandy legged Chinese magician in the clip, linked, was actually a White man named William Ellsworth Robinson who sharked his whole shtick from a native and (like Elvis) sold his own rendition to the rest ergo a Matrix within a Matrix or a pimp pimping pimps. I’ll let you tell it. Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend and there is no greater trick than the voice in your head that pretends to be you and, right now, it says:
What if I told you that Wall Street actually birthed Wokism to deflect from itself and its shady practices? Would you suggest I need to up my meds? Adjust my tinfoil turban or show and prove the statistics so you can make an informed decision? Cool, how about this:
Isn’t that interesting? See why I said watching the news is bad for your health? This realm presents an all out attack on your Inner Sense and the thing with the real is it can only be suppressed with immensely elegant deceptions that need constant reinforcement. I think Hitler said something like this or a member of his clique. They’d know a thing or ten about manipulation but how many folks stopped to ponder if the Reich actually ended or did the Paperclips simply spread their reign or were they, tinfoil activated, simply birds of feather that flock together and were two parts of the same script ala the Hegelian Dialectic? Its worth noting who did the financing, who profited and the shape of the modern world based on these events as they may present a different script to the one you’re accustomed… Anyway, thats another topic. We’re talking about Wall Street and the birth of Wokism!
Have you ever went to see a live magician that did a trick which was so impressive you bought another ticket for the next showing because you couldn’t figure what he did? No? Well, I’m exactly that type of gent as once I get a question in my head I simply can’t relent until I know what makes it tick and then I’ll see if I can improve it. People used to be bugged out in double oh when they stepped into my crib and were thrilled to see my homegrown Netflix that was jerry rigged from other pieces of tech that I’d strung together to beam music and movies via stream, invisible, all over the place for my convenience. When I clicked what the trickster done did I was disgusted as it was so stupidly simple but I had to give him props for how well he dressed it as presentation is everything. In that respect he aced the first performance but bombed upon closer inspection. Kind of like the Towers, yes? But that may be bridge too far for people who don’t believe there are genocidal maniacs at the helm that constantly use traumatic symbol programming to push the masses where they wish. Its the old carrot and stick routine, if you hadn’t guessed and I’m sure that every Eighties flick featuring a screaming brown skinned fundamentalist was pure coincidence…
So, Wall Street were in a tizz because Shaggy and the clique were sitting in and people were starting to ask difficult questions about this oh so elegant grift. I mean, lets just back up a bit. Here we have an institution that is built on corruption, manipulation and generally pimping things that don’t exist to generate fat profits for the select whilst having real world implications for the plebs who don’t comprehend they’re being bled dry by a parasite of finances which is why, day by day, they spend more and get less as they run the treadmill the System programmed them to Thunk is the only valid option. How many of them, well adjusted to mass social sickness, do you think would click the same process takes place inside their consciousness and this is why their children – who stepped in glowing and bouncing – became dull and regimented instead as they were turned over by their local (legally mandated) camp of concentration? There is only one scam and its old as the hills, my friend. Its blueprint is etched into everything because its so effective that billions fall for it and thus what the people hold to be true the simulation brings into view…
“We have to do something about this unkempt problem. If they don’t accept the programming as we’ve said they’ll mess up the script we’ve had in place for generations. Why can’t they just be like their parents and accept “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” is the only option and its in their best interests to make the tills ring as they attempt to purchase things that assuage the nagging emptiness within? Lousy beatniks”.
Is how the conversation might have went. Some bright spark (that may or may not have worked for a three letter event) said:
Did you know the Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out generation were rocking and sticking it to the man by playing right into the hands of a CIA plan? Look it up. All of the kids that were singing “Down with the government” were a bunch of military brats reciting scripts and the drugs they were using were made by registered chemists. Kind of like what kicked when the plebs in England starting getting together on the terraces to celebrate wins or losses by thrashing the competition with their fists as a vent for the rage they felt about being used and abused by Thatchers friends. They soon clicked this could cause all types of unrest and civil uprisings and, wouldn’t you know it, they were doused in MDMA instead which made them hug each other as they were off their nuts on chemically induced affection. Ready to peep Hegels in full effect? This lead to a massive upsurge in dope dealing and generally criminal rackets as these out of work men who were handy with their fists now used them to leverage massive empires built on violence to make some ends. Exactly the same thing the British did when force feeding heroin to the Chinks (their words, not mine) then laundering the profits through HSBC. Look it up, its documented. The whole worlds financial systems run on drug traffic and everyone at the top is in on it.
I mean, haven’t you ever pondered how so much dope actually gets into the the strangest of places and how, handily, it always seems to manifest at times when things either need to be destabilized or something else? Look at Punjab for the latest on this as there are entire generations of kids dying due to all thats getting imported, and yet, nobody was flipping bricks over there for absolutely ages until they set to modernizing and pimping the natives in order to buy the land out from under them with an eye on future development. This is before we even get into Monsanto and their seed rackets that have racked up ten times more deaths than Bin Laden ever imagined (and counting). Still, what do you expect from the team that bought you previous showings like Agent Orange? Like Carlin said, its a big club and you ain’t in it. Maybe those doing the Knowledge are starting to click why there have been so many attempts on my life since I stepped into this realm…
People like having things to complain about and a bunch of infidels to rail against. Its a Game as old as the Empire itself and this idea of split then profit is something that works really, really well because most don’t like themselves but cannot admit this and thus like to blame make instead as they point fingers. Always a buck to be had when the rivers run red, yes? If you back up a bit you’ll note that, before this, we saw the upswing of the SJW mindset. Now this, itself, was a resurrection as the origin is quite ancient but, around Two Thousand and Eleven, it was a smaller scale thing. This is the gift the financial Greeks would gift to this realm after they’d turned it into a weapon due to said meeting of eggheads deciding how to quell this problem they faced. Breaking out to a tangent for a sec:
If you asked the mob of social justice what they thought of feeding people to the lions, like the Romans did, they’d probably say it was inhuman and such things but, without a trace of the ironic, they partake in the same gleeful destruction but at a distance as its far safer to engage whilst drinking a zucchini smoothie in suburban bliss as you Instafacetweet from your L shaped couch, yes? Not to denigrate the movement, just pointing out some hubris as we get back to the main thread:
Wall Street is being occupied, the peasants are revolting. In the speculative and operative sense, no less! In Oh Eight the money printing machine went into overdrive as the Fed dropped seven billions worth of hookers and blow onto the wolfs den. I bet a lot of midgets were tossed in celebration, yes? The knock on effect for this, for the plebs, looked like this:
Smells like controlled demolition, yes? Speaking of which, read this article about the student riots the year previous and how undercover agents were sent in to stir up the agitation for reasons I’ll let you guess. Extra tinfoil for you, my friend? Did you ever wonder how the Happy Days clique, back in the Fifties, could afford to have a woman, kept, kids fed and educated whilst living in a palace with only one man working? Speed it up to the Sixties and we had a huge marketing campaign (like Tom Cruise got people to join the Air Force from between 8 to five hundred percent, depending on who you’re asking) was dipped to get these wenches off their rear end and aworking. Once again, not my words but anyone can sense the immense amount of hatred at the helm for the divine feminine and the damage this does for their seeds who are then farmed out by parents, stressed, to someone else to raise who, usually, doesn’t give an F and is doing it for a check. The story writes itself, doesn’t it? Are the dots starting to connect or am I reaching like Dhalsim? I’ll let you tell it.
Anyway, none of this even takes into account all of the shrinkflation, taxation and the exceedingly large, yet covert, financial digit that you, dear citizen, are told to sit on. Like Potsie there is only so much a man can take and thus the Occupy movement kicked in and people arranged their own peaceful resistance as a way of protesting the state. Let me just interject something here, real quick, that proves how reality is an elegant deception therefore art is a lie that tells the truth:
Quite telling, yes? That war for the Iron Throne hasn’t gone anywhere, my friend. Matter of fact its just getting started and its all banking on your ignorance. Pun intended. So, employment rates were sitting around nine percent and its interesting to note that the press (bought and paid for, see this thread comment from one who Knows the Ledge) didn’t cover it so the spread was organic. Card debt was clocking in at eight hundred and twenty billion with student loans upping the ante with a few more chips as well. A tiny percent sit at the top of the pyramid and pimp the rest with tricks that are as old as they are effective. Citibank clicks in with four point six billion in bailouts funded by, you guessed it! Not that that stopped officer Pike from sashaying down the strip with a tin of pepper spray in his grip as he casually bought tears to the eyes of the peacefully protesting students. This, as you’d expect, had repercussions. Not that it makes any difference as the copper in question retired with a full pension. Remember kids, if your vote was worth anything it wouldn’t exist because, right now, its like a sheep and two wolves debating who’s for dins. Here’s where it gets interesting. Check the trends:
Ain’t that something? Are the dots connecting or did you just get hit with a full on straight line in Tetris moment that eradicated a huge chunk of ignorance of what really kicks when it comes to the great Game of people management and the pimping of opinions? To make it even more Self evident:
Do the Knowledge, my friend. And before you get your non binary knickers twisted I’m not dissing anyone who is a part of the ninety nine percent so don’t yell I’m an infidel as you spend all night looking through my Twitter comments for the time I hurt someones feelings, back when, or when I picked up a dogs hind legs and pushed it around like a wheelbarrow when I was ten. That entire aspect of the movement is a weapon that sends the bloodthirsty crowd wherever they wish as its akin to a standing army of keyboard terrorists. The aim of this missive is to show how many different forms of weapons of mass manipulation are being dispatched, daily, on the population and we haven’t even got into this Devilish programming language that the Native Americans, rightfully, said was spoken with a forked tongue that poked out from behind stiff upper lips. I mean, how can one small country owe so many others their days of independence after literally trying to whip the melanin off the natives before looting their belongings and pimping their minerals whilst tampering with their traditions? And yet, it did. This is systemic, top down corruption that actually extends from beyond this dimension but that may be a tad too esoteric for those not yet fitted for a special, custom, one off tin foil turban for a simple payment of three thirty three. First hundred customers get a free piece of CIA sponsored artwork. Call now!
Ted Kaczynski wrote an interesting thing, beyond the one most people have never read, and its called the Ship of Fools. It goes a little something like this:
A whole load of people are aboard a floating vessel. For a while things are good then they decide to move North instead. The chill kicks in, shivering timbers and everyone spouts their own reason for needing more than they get. Its a diverse ship with many ethnicities and races all arguing their case about who deserves more magic beans or a warm fleece and the right to slurp a peepee without another catching feels. The cabin boy says:
“What the F? Why don’t we just turn around the ship and get into an environment more clement then there will be no more problems as a lot of this snipping is due where we head”.
As you’d expect, nobody paid attention to him. I mean, why would they? The Captain and clique rubbed their palms and with an evil glint in his eye he signaled his mate who said:
“Ah man, you’re right. This is all a mess. We really should have listened to what you said. The Captain is a bit of a stuck record, in that respect. I suggest you protest, most vigorous, but never with violence. Peace will win the day and remember to stay within the ships regulations”.
Some of them dissed him as he left and yelled he was an Uncle Tom house Negro, par excellence and the Captains bish. Nonetheless, they did what he said. Everyone took their station and started protesting to plead their case. They let this kick for a bit and then the Captain did descend and shower them with his gifts. The Anglos wage got a lift, the Mexican was also gifted with a percent, some aspects of the command were now bilingual to account for the differences in comprehension, the ladies gained another blanket, as requested and the Indian got to roll his dice and engage in gambling whilst the bosun could fellate who he wished as long as he did so in the privacy of his cabin. Best of all the dog was no longer allowed to be kicked. Great success! Except it wasn’t as the seeming honey drip did nothing to assuage the bitterness of the forces, outside and within, that were the true cause of the problem.
The cabin boy, as you’d expect, got nothing. He spoke up this time, with vehemence, and said:
“Are you all off your heads or in need of meds? Look at the ice and how thick it is? If you don’t turn around this ship it will be curtains and all of this song and dance will be for nothing because its the bigger pic thats a problem”.
The gay dude replied:
“Sure, I can see this. Heading North is causing an issue, for certain, but why should I have to keep my preferences in the closet? Thats a form of suppression, I said!”.
The lady issued a lament about why these chill winds are exactly why she needs more blankets whilst the on board academic reasoned that one must learn to adapt to the circumstance and that turning back wasn’t an option. The cabin boy looked at them and shook his head before he yelled:
“If we listen to those lunatics who, you must note, are the ones who got us into this mess, we’ll all be floating to our watery graves and all of this would be for nothing. We are more, we can rush em and throw them in the drink, turn around this ship and sail to waters, clement, and enjoy the best of what presents”.
All of them put forth reasons, impassioned, why violence was abhorrent and they wouldn’t dream of it. The Captain had been listening and sent his mate in for another round of the dog and pony express where he said they should protest, again, for another uplift and see if the boss listens. He reminded them how well the last spin went and how they needed to obey the ships rules and remain peaceful with their requests. They trot out the same tricks with some gloves for frozen digits, a modicum of increased wages, another blanket and homosexual activities were now permitted, in public, but only under cover of darkness. Best of all you now needed a permission slip to kick the dogs rear end and this was only granted by the Captain himself. Greater success!
Until it wasn’t.
The cabin boy had had enough of this and he told them, in ways most ferocious:
“Don’t you see how they’re keeping you transfixed on your own little problems whilst you miss the fact that we’re drifting into the Arctic and certain destruction? If we all got together instead of being divided we could rush them off the ship, turn it around with a whip and sail off into the sunset. Its the only solution. Anything else is BS designed to placate and deflect whilst offering occasional lip service to your petty requests”.
They all, as expected, turned on him for this choice epithet that they took personal. The Mexican took it as a diss to his pride and heritage that he wasn’t making as much bank as the Anglo did whilst the bosun was enraged that his whole sexual identity was so casually dismissed and the dog enthusiast yelled that animal cruelty was the worst thing to have ever happened on this ship as its so mean and brutal. The boy, thinking quick, said:
“OK, your issues are valid and important, not petty as mentioned but they are in comparison to what is seen at a higher resolution because you’re like a bunch of frogs in the kitchen that are jostling for position whilst the chef turns up the heat in increments and sprinkles you with condiments. The ship is heading North, the seas are freezing and nothing is easing. Matter of fact, its all getting more difficult but you’re so caught up in the script you’ve never stopped to question who wrote it”.
They called him a counter revolutionary, suggested he was in cahoots with the Captain to suppress their successful movement and the privileges they’d gained, before eventually labeling him a fascist, racist, homophobic and anything else they could imagine. The ship kept sailing North and, eventually, hit two icebergs, did sink and everyone drowned in the process.
Ain’t things changed, cept the astrological age. Kinda strange, they still hate you fools and pull these kind of slick tricks to pimp your awareness by keeping you hyperfocused on fragmentation and thus not clicking the whole script which is all of this is going to hell in a handbasket for a reason and its you, via ignorance, that fuels the foolishness by refusing to stop and question the paradigm as you dig the reality tunnel the architect says is in your best interest but, historically, hasn’t changed a thing as its designed to be impotent. I’m not suggesting you start letter bombing or engaging in more manipulated uprisings. Simply stop and Know the Ledge. That is enough to get things started and beget the shift thats needed to change the potential times we, as individuals and collective, are about to manifest from which there will be no turning back and no off switch. There is more, way more, to all of this hence why I’ve said we’re in an immense Game that uses our Souls as credits to dress us in skin to interact with this realm but that is, really, beyond the scope of this missive but I sprinkled it to share I’m decoding reality from a res that is different and this vision was gifted, partly, by the life I’ve lived and what kicked when I met death and came back to this realm as none of this is what you suspect and, in the end, if you choose ignorance you’ll live, die, be mindwiped and reskinned for another spin in which you’ll do the same again because, I suspect, we’re being farmed for negative emotions hence the planned shipwreck, the on board dissent and all the rest of the mess is exactly as intended because the Captain and his clique know this real well and, when resurrected, they again will be in positions of ease and influence whilst you, the plebs, swab the decks and pad out the rest of the pyramid where divide and conquer will be piped in as you argue with another brick and try and jostle for position by focusing on the irrelevant.
In that respect, like I said, I bought another ticket and caught magician in his tricks except this pimp actually designed the internal OS you’re using to navigate this realm hence its a wheels within wheels thing. Or a dream within a dream? I’ll let you tell it as the next 8 words are the most important to ever pour into your awareness:
Jesus, Vivekananda and Tesla. Now there is a triumvirate that most never expected to be confabulated into one place. And yet, as ye shall see, they hold more in common than you’ve been lead to believe…
They say they never really miss you till you’re dead or gone but the true test of faith is how long after this period of grace does your name ring bells like the church of Latter Day Saints? First and phimost, I’m not a Christian but I do like Jeezy as the dude speaks clear and true as he saw through the code of the Matrix and filleted the specimens with a whip who then turned around and made a fish out of him after he’d left. Thats the problem, see? They can’t hide the truth but they can change where it lies by playing with your head as they alter the narrative. After a while (with veiled threats) this because a tradition ergo he who questions must be an infidel, yes? And yet, if Jesus came back, today, half of the people would hate because of what he says, another half would wish to see him dead due to his image and the third half would go along with the crowds sentiment before hitting up Instagram with “Rise in power, sweet prince” and such things after they’d crucified him again… A game of three halves, as I said.
Looting, shooting and booting those with melanin as they pillaged their continent.
Into this era the Swami steps and utters “WTF?” as he looks around and wonders how the world could be such a mess. His mother was devout and asked Shiva for a son that was just like him. Instead she got one, most mischievous and often called him a demon in fancy dress for he rejected the programming of the realm and would not sit still and look ahead whilst class was in session. You’ll notice a common thread here as being well adjusted to such sick social influence requires you accept the script, without question, whilst developing. You’ll also spot the strained parental relationship as linked with Buddha (whose folks deceived him) and Jesus whose mother comprehended not his divine mission hence the diss of saying he was about his Fathers biz hence “These are my kin” as he pointed at those with a spiritual (over terrestrial) connection. Lets meander for a bit:
One of the most telling things to drip from his lips is when he said that a prophet is not accepted by his own folks, people in his hometown or those from his own house. Ouch. As you can see, the Path is lonely as its akin to being born in the times of desert dwelling Bedouins and having someone beam visions into your head of an iPhone with invisible wifi webs as the Antichrist thats coming… I mean, how would you capture and transmit this message to the rest and the threat underpinned without seeming like you’re off your head and in need of meds? This is the same thing with spiritual revelation as there is the you that was born and things you did, back when, and then there is the upgraded paradigm. This is akin to a fish sprouting wings and leaping from the ocean of ignorance to the clear blue skies of wisdom then coming back to tell the rest the reason they’re so inept at all of this is because they had their wings clipped and tied beneath them hence the epidemic of back pain and such things. They’d point to their scriptures, biology and the rest as they yelled:
“We are fish, you moran! Get a brain” as they went, aswimming.
Plato mentioned this in the Cave and how, most strange, that the captives will fight to remain enSlaved from the one who comes to free. This is what I mean about Jesus, the celebrity, as you can think of this event like a meteor of illumination thundering across the heavens then landing on Earth, back when. The whole world would see this, yes? One moment its dark, the next, brightness:
Lets say this glow bought a message which said, at its basics:
“Hey up, our kid, you’re actually a god wearing flesh and I popped in to kickstart the anamnesis but, quiet as kept, the forces at the helm will make me a nemesis, real quick, as they play with your ignorance so spread the gospel ear and lip to the apostles that donate not to any plate of collection, ya dig?”.
This is why, I’d guess, there is a Jesus template all across this realm as they recall the illumination. Now, lets pretend that these people are in the biz of selling lightbulbs and such things. To them, a natural source of shine is most distressing as its bad for business so its essential they flip the script, edit in increments and make things seem unlike they is in order to ensure they stay at the helm for they certainly enjoy middlemanning. I mean, need I mention the super sketch link with Cesare Borgia himself and how its mentioned in Corinthians that its an abomination for men. This is the type of thing I’m meaning as there is letter and Spirit where the former commits treason in an elaborate Game of Chinese Whispers but, shh, that term is probably classed as racist these days. You get my drift, yes? Along with this they removed certain books, edited the rest and then added on the old “I think what Jesus meant” flex to the congregation. Want to know what I think?
You are Jesus.
Me as well.
We are the Gz, us!
How can I say such things? Simple, read this ref for the whole Golgotha thing then do the Knowledge with a pinch of modern neuroscience thrown in and you’ll spot the sketch that his presence encodes pure consciousness in the flesh and the whole text makes way more sense as it posits there is a Prime, pre-existing, of whom you are a portion then there is the blind god of this realm (AKA the Demiurge, in full effect) who is holding your Soul hostage due to ignorance and camera tricks. This was explicated more in the Essene and Gnostic refs that were ethnically cleansed from the official record around the same time Jesus became a White beatnik in sandals compared to what I see:
The original Neo in the Matrix and main reason why so many movies have a supernatural JC:
Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. So, Vivekananda was a man on mission who (like the Prodigys hit single) was intent on smacking a bish up. Get it, smacking a bishop? Ha! He found the stench of modern religion unbearable as, as a yogi, he decided to correct this booboo by showing how its a mans actions, not caste, that defines his status. Obviously, the dudes at the top of the social pyramid liked this not one bit. He asked those who were apparently learned scholars if they had met what they’re praising and not one could provide a view that was fresh as a grape as they offered stale raisins. For said reasons he rejected their deposit and set off on a quest and Ramakrishna pops into the lens.
At first he dissed him and said his technicolor visions were naught but hallucinations and figments of his imagination till the dude with the link stated:
Which meant, in common parlance, like seeing a FourK signal when you’d been trained, well, that Two Forty P is the best it can get. Better yet, make that scene a living dream and you’ll come face to faceless with the numinous, my friend. It is quite telling that one of his favorite texts was The Imitation of Christ which suggests the Kingdom is within and the outer shell a most elegant deception… Worth considering that Vivekanandas name means “Discerning wisdom” as well as it hints at the razor sharp intellect that was eminently practical.
Life was tough for this dude as he was broke most of the time. He headed West but was dissed due to his lack of credentials and retorted what type of license the Sun needs to shine in the heavens? “What is, is. Deal with it” he said as a pair of mystical shades floated onto his countenance from the heavens… Then, as fate would have it, on the correct date of the birth of Jesus we see him make his grand entrance to the stage as he ripped the mic like rent needed to be paid and it was showtime at the Apollo. I hope you’re digging all the celestial refs, my friend. His basic message said:
As you can imagine the men in the middle that profit from conflict like his sentiment not one bit. Didn’t matter though. The fuse was lit and the explosion of gnosis did hit because he expressed, so eloquent, what everyone else suspected but hadn’t voiced yet. The fame spread along with his message which was radically simple:
Sound familiar? What if every single Prophet (and lower case equivalent, like the man in question) was from the same place and saying the same thing but there was an interwoven evil that had its claws gripped firm on this realm? Would that make sense with why the spell “profit” is a homonym?Vivekananda wasn’t interested in myths and legends of other guys who were notarized for that and this. He wanted to taste the elixir of gnosis and thus his mission shifted to bring in the more practical aspects of gaining wisdom to the masses. Some say his presence marked the beginning of the yoga trend in the West and fascination with the Orient that the rest of Swamis would later step as they walked on the path he created by taking the steps, virgin fresh.
On the Fourth of July he deigned to die in the flesh as the land, adopted, celebrated its independence. Like Makaveli the Saint, he’d prophesied he’d go this way on an early date and thus they cremated his ashes in a sandalwood casket. Since then they’ve resurrected him in films, texts and celebrations but the oddest thing is the world, en masse, has not shifted. A strict case of light shining in the darkness and the former not comprehending the reason their back is sore is due to their head being artfully inserted in their rear end. Do you know the most amazing thing about all of this from a dude whose name you may not know in the West?
The true mark of greatness is not what you did in the flesh but how long hence your name is recollected. Does the Sun need permission to shine in the heavens? What if that is a hint that the same force of Inner Sense dwells within and it is your natural birthright and inheritance as you incarnated into the land of ignorance with dubious forces at the helm that seem hell bent on making a killing from a few good men so they can fill their coffers instead with all the money thats fit to print?
There is an ancient myth of which you may have read that involves a tower that fell and they called it Babel. After this folks started to babble and the languages were confused which, as you can imagine, was a fertile ground for conflict as those who once connected could start to hate those who spoke something else. Irrespective of whether you believe this sketch or not is irrelevant for we, today, are going to trace a truth out of this myth that has ramifications in the life you live:
Back when, out of boredom, I sat in school and trained my Self to balance my chair on two legs. The teacher was glad of the respite this brings as, for a while, I was quiet and let him mislead the rest without interruption. The level of concentration needed was immense as it took a lot of micro movement and in the moment awareness. At first what was new and strange became familiar instead as my internal bandwidth expanded and I noted more subtle currents. It certainly seemed like there was a gaseous sort of liquid that could also be solid that felt like it shone in the darkness of my limbs. It was this that I was commanding, once I had the gross motor function handled. This bought a revelation in refinement as it felt akin to a round of lead inside a ball that, itself, was of plastic. As you can guess from the image there is an immense difference and getting these two in sync meant that my balance was perfect and then I’d sit there, perched, quietly grinning at my accomplishment. After a while I started noting the rinky dink slink of this subtle aspect of energetics and how it felt like it expanded up my spine and, after a while, I could feel it pooling at my eyelids. If I closed them, them, I’d see dazzling patterns that felt like I was flying and, some nights, I couldn’t sleep because of this light show in my head. Anywhen, being of a mischievous bent I would fill my mind with the singular intent, whilst balancing, for the teacher to drop his chalk, scratch his chin or such type of effect that I would send, via my mind, with the intent to influence him. Over the half the time this kicked and I’d be mucho amused by said events. Oh, let me back it up a bit:
Way before all of this I’d stare at the back of peoples heads when bored, sitting, and note that they always turned to check. I noted that some would look within a few seconds and others needed half a minute. The response rate was predictable and I found that interesting. That, in an amusing fictional twist, is what psychotic homosexual Ron Kray also said in a modern flick called Legend but this was way before all of this and I wasn’t interested in anyones sausage nor was I on schizo meds. Just a bored jit, sitting in class, trying hard to ignore what they attempted to pour inside my head whilst letting my Inner Sense do what it did. The above is just one of the things it directed me to and that is what outlined this hypothesis as I could tell that some people were more sensitive to the resonance, others seemed dense and thick which leads me onto another topic:
Did you ever notice that all the jocks tended to kick balls well but were not going to be splitting any atoms or things of that ilk? The nerds too seemed to be weedy and generally lacking in aggression. I noticed this when class was in and out of session and couldn’t help wondering why man tended to lean in one of these directions and the other was akin to a foreign language. “Interesting” filled my mind as I sketched a Venn Diagram of intersection in my awareness of the specimens that were present in my local camp of concentration. It definitely seemed that some things existed in opposition and how the extreme outliers in each direction found the counter antithetical. “A smart can play dumb but the opposite is impossible” said a philosopher of the pavement when I put my view to him. I sat there, nodding my head at his sage statement as he drained his first drink before the sun was past the yard arm. “Besides” he shared, before taking another belt, “Its not whats in your head but what you do with it that counts, in the end“. Another profound insight. I thanked him and left.
Too many people live and die with their greatness within. Why? Because they let the System define them and tell them what to think and this, in turn, controls how they live? Me? I don’t have that problem. I knew the fix was in the first time I was playing with Stickle Bricks and clicked that me, impoverished, had access to all these free toys, warm milk, a nice blanket for nap time and a story as well. “There must be more to this” I reasoned whilst taking in my environment. Some could call that paranoia. I prefer the term “foreward thinking” as this type of thing is either within or it isn’t. Actually, its standard for all of us but most have it beaten, trained or cajoled out of them. Not so for I, born with less, who was hell bent on keeping what little he did possess ergo:
Not just others, which we term as emotional intelligence, but your own? For example:
Where do you feel, within, when you’re raging and yelling? See, most only notice the kettle whistling as they let of steam but this is a very low res way of living as, underneath this, you have the water, the pressure, the holder, the fire and whats making it boil as well as the whole shebang. Once you come to grips with this its easy to see why I said that whoever makes you mad is your master, correct? After all, its all within. There was a local bruiser that school said was good for nothing and lacking in all intelligence who picked it up, real quick, and was able to turn his previously free flowing anger into a finely honed and tuned weapon he could unleash, as and when. It doesn’t have to be that dramatic but this shows a man of some wisdom as he A) spotted the problem and B) did something about it plus C) was wise enough to inspect concepts that didn’t make sense, off rip, to see what he could get out of it. Net result? Higher res aka doing the Knowledge to gain the strength of speaking body language. Another example was of an addict who couldn’t let the art within find expression unless he was under the influence of heroin. Tracing this back to its incep unleashed a whole torrent of emotion that I spoke of elsewhen but, in a nutshell, it all comes down to how you relate to your energetics.
One of the most interesting things that I came to discover is that, in the end, there is only arousal. I know, that’s mind boggling, isn’t it? It does make perfect sense though because everything is sex but the act itself is pure power and little else once you strip away the window dress. This is truly such a deep topic that its beyond the scope of this journey which is aimed more as an introduction but, as a hint, I’d like you to pay attention the next time you’re sexing and see if you can remain present with your breath and notice how it shifts and then see what I meant as, when it clicks, you’ll wonder how you missed it. Thats body language, my friend. There are many, many ways of talking but loads more for avoiding and pretending to be deaf to the signals, within. Just ask your doc at his practice and he’ll tell that most people just want someone to be nice to them and the pills are a mere side effect that, often, don’t change a thing. True said. If you ever had a honest, genuine convo with one about how many people truly ever get healed or even gain a mere amelioration of symptoms it would be eye opening and if you could, by comparison, look at the datasets of third world countries were said things aren’t an option but they have strong community links you’ll notice an interesting pattern as they did a great study with people who left the village and flipped their lids versus those who stayed and remained same which hints at the power of social connection and how supermarkets, back when, first ripped then stitched this fabric with them, in the mid, extracting the best and now the net is linked in and, soon, it will be silicon in the head. All as intended… If you could speak body language you wouldn’t be pretending on the web that you’re feeling X, Y and Z when your eyes says A, B and C instead.
To awaken the Warrior within one must become emotionally literate in the sense that we Know what we’re feeling in each moment and being able to transmit and translate that via our own imperience. That means not flying off the handle after a day of stress on top of which you kid spilled some ink on the alpaca you’ve been instafacetweeting then feeling guilt and trying attempts at overcompensation as there is a high chance those two words you yelled, out of frustration, have already fractured juniors inner realms, thanks to your ignorance. Not meant to judge, just calling it how it is. If you felt some kind of way then take that as a lesson because he who makes you mad is your master, in the end, and that isn’t me, my friend, for I am my own guide and only discipline. I don’t know how to be responsible for you and don’t wish to accept the challenge. All I can share is whats worked for me and those who attempt to Know the Ledge as they look within and make better decisions. Case in point:
She gets out of her office and notes the tension in her neck, winding, as she goes to collect the kids. Before she does she sits, barefoot, on the grass for a little bit against a tree, just to rest. She feels the release of said events and, with it, the constriction in her chest eases as does sinking sensation in her belly is lifting. Breathing a literal sigh of relief she sets off on the trip and as her bundle of joy comes tumbling into the whip he says that he wants to paint, paint, paint as he’s learned a new trick and he can’t wait to show off his new skill. Being present and cognizant she, on this spin, doesn’t send him someplace else as she’s busy cooking but finds she can not only tolerate but engage his presence as the stress she once felt is now defused before manifesting as another scene of grouching and yelling before, later, repenting and delayed over correcting. Doesn’t that sound like an outsane option? Why is doing the Knowledge not first and foremost impressed into the domes of those who are sent to colleges and kindergartens? Think there could be an intent at the helm that profits from ignorance and needs Souls that are artfully broken to make the wheels spin and tills ring as people run around, stressed, in ignorance? Fingerprints of the hidden hand. They don’t even try and disguise em…
When you can feel your own emotions you tend to develop a sense of empathy for others as well. Call it a side effect. The wise will have clicked why I said what I did about the world, pre Babel, and how that may just be accurate. This increased resonance can feel quite intense as we, are on a whole, strangers to Self as that is how the world is built. But, if everyone around is miserable and drowning in copings mechs what do you really have to lose by doing the Knowledge? Not much, I’d bet. Here is where you’ll come face to faceless with the Opponent that sits at the helm of your consciousness and pretends to be you in this realm. Hoo, thats a doozy, is it, and the trick is so slick that 81% of the plebs would rather die than admit it. Good job you’re capable of awakening the Warrior within as, at nearly two K words, you’d have to be to still be reading as these articles are, in many ways, a test as well as initiation.
Get familiar with your feelings. As you lie in bed, about to rest, place your hands on your chest and abdomen and state your name, softly. See how you sense the responses, within. Give your Self permission to relax and communicate any things of importance you’ve missed using your dreams as a bridge to link the sub and consciousness. This is actually an advanced practiced but its quite effective and most folks can’t wait to try it. Remember to go to kip with a notepad next as well! Next time you’re stressed see if you can spot which parts are tensing and where the current does spin then, using some energy hands of pretend, pull out the stream and reverse it then place it back in your flesh and see what happens to your emotions. Thats another dramatic one you’re welcome to reality test. Speaking to the child within via red and black ink is extremely powerful as is taking an inventory of how they’re feeling. Most common on this list is you’ll note things like “I’m scared” and “I want affection” along with “Why isn’t it safe to be my Self?”. Address these old blockages in the past and watch the present shift for Slaves are bound by time but Warriors are multidimensional in the flesh and this can only be managed by speaking body language to up your res.
Take an inventory of your fears, trace them back to their inception and note how your flesh feels or mind tingles whilst pushing the pen and then sit there with it. Don’t try and change it, shy away or pretend it isn’t happening. Just accept it. Let it melt as you shine your attention. Some report they recollect an odd event they hadn’t thought of for ages, others get a sense to yell (don’t suppress. You’re safe now, let it vent) whilst many just notice they’re no longer as tense and, generally, feel more neutral around said thing. Remember, if you don’t know where you’ve been you’ve got no clue of where you’re heading and once you comprehend this you can shift gears and start hearting instead to actualize your true potent that can only be accessed once you’ve bridged the gap between Inner Sense and Adulteration. This actually leads to the amelioration of the latter. Well, relegation is more accurate as, at the moment, its like you’ve got a faulty GPS in your head that decided, back when, to take over and talk about everything as it sends you where it says and not where you wanted. Heading and hearting, recollect? This is the difference and what you can gain by doing the Knowledge, my friend.
So, like Eskimos have more words for snow than Boston George ever did you should start developing a greater res for your state of emotions and how they’re encoded and manifest. Traffic lights help because then you can be a red level angry or a mere green tint instead. This differentiation is key because it brings the space to say “Eh, this isn’t worth the stress” and as you build this resonance you discover exactly what I meant about you needing to master your energetics as you start creating instead of the reacting you once did. Notice the anagram? Same components, different resonance. It makes all the difference, during, beginning and in the end. Paying heed to how you breathe is a great way of pattern interrupting because you’ll note its hard to yell when you’re taking in and exhaling two per minute. A great way is to link organs and resonance which, whilst an advanced practice, can be used for basics as you pretend to draw in golden light of illumination which condenses at your Lower Kingdom and send out grey smoke instead that exits via your pores and takes with the tension, presented. This activates your whole body awareness and its quite useful in the respect as most bands of tension are localized and yell for attent that makes them seem far more important than they are hence the “I was seeing red and thus lost my head” statement. The golden glow of Inner Sense treats all of this as its extremely beneficial at neutralizing the denseness and when you can start to draw it in with no thinking then you start to notice the canvas of pure consciousness beneath the ink the ego slings and thats true progression as the vicious circle has now became a spiritualized spiral instead. Net result is you gain more freedom, more options and choices as you learn to become the master of your energetics and not a Slave to forces you were, hitherto, ignorant of in complacence.
Above all else, imperiment. Let your imagination rip. Share the techniques with your seeds and ask them to help create variations as well as it builds a far greater relationship and, who knows, you may just learn something.
Earth is a place we come to play out various things. Your story follows a script that you animate with your unfinite consciousness which your flesh, at present, is hyper conducting. In between here and your Prime point of origin there is a space ruled, seemingly totally, by the Archons of myth and legend. Now, these we won’t get into for this bit but you can pretend they are like condiments to a chef that, nightly, cooks up a dish using the nocturnal visions in your head that your brain tips, Twenty Percent, to make happen. Here is where it gets interesting. Did you know that each time you recall a memory you’re actually changing what is stored in your long term my-story? That means that reality is plastic and one can, if they wish, exercise the power of imagination to flip the script. Most are totally ignorant of this as two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” left them in debt when it comes to this funky skill. So, the version of you that sleeps and rises in the AM are subtly different in the ways you can imagine with the record meta I said. The song will be the song. It is what it is but it can be remixed with uptempo versions of the same lyrics or even be slowed down a few thousand percent for a more avant garde imperience. Think of those days, back as a jit, which felt endless and compare that with how quick the treadmill doth blip because you’re not doing anything different between Eight to Six. Whoops, I mean Nine to Five as the previous might just kill a bish! So, to recap:
You are in the multiverse of madness and each night your ship of consciousness is rebuilt with new staff and features so it could be that, one day, you have a grouchy Captain so you yell over the smallest thing then, later, ponder why you did this. You go to bed, have a dream in which the symbols shift and suddenly he is switched for someone with a much more philosophical bent so when you see your tire is flat in the AM you decide not to stress but call in work and tell them:
“Yeah, listen – Got something here I need to handle, its quite personal so I can’t speak on it. Hopefully I’ll have it fixed today and will see you on the next”.
As you click without waiting for a response. Why? Because Captain Optimistic says:
“So, what was so important and personal that you couldn’t tell and left us hanging, eh?”.
The air is pregnant and your anxiety erupts as you let spill what you did and feel your career in the balance. Later on, ingesting caffeine, you stop and think:
“Why in the hell did I tell him? Its a HR thing and none of his biz”.
Inside your cubicle where your square watermelon sits you feel more and more anxious as you recollect more of this resonance. You come home, exhausted, look at the flat tire and groan as you get down and fix it. Some space is saved, the next day is paved. You bathe and retire for the night. In bed you see immense technicolor visions in which you imagine the woman you met was actually a raging narcissist who would’ve made your life a living hell and how she bailed because she could tell her lxvebombs weren’t working that well. You also note, with a grin, that the waitress gave not an F as she was barely listening. You rise, smiling, and think:
“Who I am to believe I am so important to someone who never even met? What a doofus!“.
You find a spring in your step as you recollect the old text messages and, truth said, this woman did lay it on super thick but you were totally oblivious, back when. If you hadn’t guessed, Captain Intuition is at the helm and his crew are super slick as they deliver ten times out of ten and have an immense rep for navigating the most treacherous environments. You get into work super quick as traffic just seems to melt and before your boss can say a thing you casually mention:
“The other day when I was off, at the museum, I noticed they had a sign for an new event in which they were detailing the conquests of Napoleon whilst displaying some of his trinkets. Also, whilst I was there, I realized that difficult client that always gives us problems isn’t worth the stress as I computed he generates an excess of revision but with no measurable increase in billing so I’d suggest we bin him but, before this, we could apply the cost/benefit analysis algorithm I’ve been creating across a sample to see what happens next, yes?”.
By now I am sure you get my drift, yes? Lets say the above specimen was taking the steps to create the Path by walking and had been, daily, jotting his dreams, body language and various syncs. He discovers that these factors are not at all random and seem to link, in tandem, with the oddest things. For example:
Captain Intuition sailed in when you were on your way home, driving, and you were about to stop to get some shopping when your gut feeling said:
“Forget the usual place, its jam packed in the PM. Lets go over to that farmers market and pay for some pretension instead!”.
So you did. Why? Because it felt correct. Whilst there you did a bit a mild flirting with the girl behind the desk who looked with a wry grin at the goods you were purchasing as they screamed “I am single and spend my whole life in a cubicle“. Feeling smart as a whip you responded with an off the cuff metaphor about how we’re all laying eggs:
You quip as you bop to the exit with a grin and a wink. This is what provided grist for the mill for the takeover as you rest and, hopefully, this outlines the sketch on how to recode your OS because if attention is everything then where, my friend, are you focusing? Start pushing the pen. Note the emotional highs and lows before retiring. Choose which aspects you wish to trim and which could generate a higher resonance as its a most practical way of reality hacking that pays immense dividends hence why I said that imagination is to education what the Prime is to your Opponent in this realm because, to me, its Self evident that a different version of you is dreamt into life, every day and gnosis of this can cause immense shifts in the life you live…
I said in a previous thread how I was amazed, back when, as I saw a modern version of a Eighties whip trundling side by side down the road one day. The latter, like current people, was bloated in comparison and yet there were times when we accepted such things without question. Its the same with home furnishings, clothing and pretty much everything else you can imagine. Apart from what you’re consuming. That has been steadily shrinkflating. The link is obvious, isn’t it? I mean, just look at this chart for perfect correlation:
I find this quite interesting as I pulled out a vintage T shirt from back when and was surprised to see it was stamped with an L when, today, it would be an Extra Medium at best. See, if you’re pumping the fat of land a satiating chemical blend that hit the salt, sugar, fat and wheat switch its akin to a party in your mouth where everyone is invited. Heap on top of this dopamine receptors that are totally frazzled and its starting to look like Universe Twenty Five is in full effect. If you ain’t up on this it about a pretty crazy experiment in which they took the best of the best of our rodent friends, selected and bred to live in a place much like Eden for them. It was, like the first Matrix, a colossal failure. Here’s the sketch:
John Calhoun sketched out a realm that was totally perfect and aimed to please these mice. As mentioned, they picked the best specimens and unleashed them to play. Fun times were had by all! Sexing and feeding, feeding and sexing. Population growth did as you’d expect and then it got to a point where there were so many of them it caused a lot of stress as the strong males fought among themselves whilst the weak gave in. As you’d expect community links dropped to nothing. The women retreated to the higher decks. In the mix we find an odd trend as the Beautiful Ones, as he named them, fell into intense bouts of superficial narcissism as they endlessly groomed themselves, avoid all forms of skirmish and slept but, oddly, never sexed. All across the bricks things were going to hell, quick. Some of the mice became asexual, others were shifting to cannibalism and the rest were set tripping like mini Bloods and Crips.
Break yo self, fool!
Population was starting to dip as less women were getting pregnant and the ones that did weren’t having kids equipped to survive in this mess. The ones that could reproduce were too busy doing it for the Gram or sitting alone, in isolation, as they’d lost the true means for social connects. Around four years later we saw the last mouse pop it clogs and Calhoun had a great observation where he said:
“The rodents had died two deaths. One of their spirit, another of the flesh“.
Now, I want you to consider this from a larger lens by committing the sin of Ratomorphism:
We are at a point in our life cycle that mimics this pretty well and when AI’s ingress doth swell you can guess what comes next, yes? Pop music has always been about sex but its never been quite as blatant as it is at present. Now, I know many gens issue this lament but look at out very own Beautiful Ones and the population as it is and draw your own conclusions about why I said that everyone against anyone is the war thats coming. We are, in the end, social animals in the sense that one is only fat when compared to others who weigh less and even though the crowd, maddening, brings the opportunity for conflict of intellect it still gives us a connect. Something that tech cannot replicate as we’re actually alone but linked by silicon webs that extend. Can you see why the idea of sexing robots is nigh on inevitable in this sketch as the frogs in the kitchen have had the temps turned up in such subtle increments from one gen to the next whilst pumping in enough stims that would make a Roman emperors excess look tame in comparison. Do you think this is by accident? Would the one suggesting this was intended, off rip, need to sport a tinfoil turban for saying such things?
Now, add in the fact that what you spend is worth less (literally and metaphorically) but they disguise this by shrinking what you get or stepping on the mix as the great New Coke experiment attests and how people, in general, own way more now than they did, have immense amounts of convenience and yet most feel a nagging sense of emptiness within that they attempt to hide with endless coping mechs and distractions. Its a pretty odd sketch, yes? Not as strange at what kicks in the animal kingdom round the time of an eclipse though as the giraffes – normally super mellow fellows – acted super stressed like a predator was in their midst whilst the nocturnal birds played dead and, get this, the tortoises got horny as hell and started bumping the strains of Marvin and, quite literally, came out of their shells! Bees weren’t buzzing, spiders destroyed webs and fish checked in to underground hotels as they’d had enough of the mess. I mention this as solar activity is steadily bumping up its digits as an anyone who works the door will attest:
“The full moon brings out all the loons” so there is an obvious link between us and our greater environment so look into polar drift and it certainly appears that something big is cooking for the playas in this realm…
Its all an option though. The problem is its easier to fool than show people they’ve been tricked ergo they’ll slide down the path of least resistance to transhumanism as the real world will become increasingly violent and unreliable. Watch and see. I mean, the irony of students using AI to cheat their way into degrees then lamenting the same tech is screwing them out of job opportunities really is something, isn’t it? Yet the thing is we can, if we wished, flip the script but that involves unconditionally accepting your Self which, these days, is anathema to the plebs. That means ditching the coping mechs, quick fixes and dopamine hits then devoting this runtime to looking within. Most are totally terrified of their inner realms as its where their repressed emotions dwell and have been festering since back when. Its why, in my own experiments, if you gave ten people two pens and a pad to speak to the child within less than one would do it. Those were the Warriors and they live with the get free or thrive trying mindset as they find the greatest challenge in this realm is overcoming ones own ignorance to gain the strength that comes by facing what you daren’t expect but happily blame someone else instead.
Its a celebration, bishes! Suddenly, a lot about a little makes way more sense, yes? Do the Knowledge, prove me incorrect as this is just another strong opinion, loosely held… The wildest thing is how well this all syncs with what an explorer beyond this realm noted in his experiments as his met a discarnate intelligence that said the whole thing was built for energy extraction via endless conflict and stress. Imagine if this truly were the state of play. What tales must one create in the heads of the Souls plugged in so they accept the script, without question? Not only this but they’ll kill to defend their programming as well then be proud of it as they pass on the stories of conquest to the next generation who do the same thing.
Doesn’t it all seem a little too accurate in realms of mice and men?
If god is imagination, does that make school the Devil? Whilst you’re pondering about the topic and the next two thousand words of explication simply glance at this pic as well:
Every single occultist, practicing magickian or Soul that is truly meditating (aka Journeying) Knows this is true because it takes all they have to transcend the conditioned limits that seem solid in order to click their thoughts are merely the matter with Spirit aka consciousness resonating at a low frequency so it appears solid. It is akin to the old seeing a hose and thinking its a snake. The R Complex leaps in and grabs the imaginative flex of the divine feminine and spins a narrative to the (false) self about needing to stay safe so run to the hills and don’t look back again. If you stop and chill you’ll note that these emotions die within about ninety seconds and then you gain a sense of Centering which says:
“Why hasn’t it moved?”.
At this point you may prod, from a safe distance, or stomp up in your Timberlands ready to shake a leg if things get hectic before laughing at the fact that is just a piece of hose, disconnected. Life works just like this, my friend, as it wraps your greatest strengths in papers of fear and dread so you dare not unwrap the present and gifts it contains. The ones who do are, by definition, Shamans and they speak on things that seem super sketch to the rest who posit they must be off their heads and in need of meds when, in reality, its them who are outsane as they accept such ludicrous madness as “reality”. Whatever that is. Now, these trippers got pissed when I asked them to explain, in depth, the signs, symbols, ecosystems and their own definitions of said gnosis based on what they’d seen under the influence. That was the (false) self as it simply upgraded from treadmill runner to pleasure tripper on the same apparatus but seeing different scenes. A lot of religious people are like this especially ex-cons turned Muslim etc etc.
And they all regurgitated stale tale or variations on a theme. Nothing fresh, naught slick like decoding real world symbols in the midst of a conversation and the encoded gnosis of a motion pic, mentioned, or the tales of a jit that was born in the Matrix and felt the urge to disconnect and thus went to the hills and found a cave in which the System could not impinge. Are these lives I’ve lived? Maybe but one thing is for certain is that the Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl and the song of your Soul, on this spin, is made of samples of other tracks you’ve etched in this realm. I didn’t even get a chance to share said things for their consideration as they requested I eject from their congregation which made me grin as it proved that these chemically opened minds were still closed to the lips of wisdom that were yelling:
I did gain one interesting thing from this conversation though and that is how they would get their vision and then stop to marvel at it. No deconstruction, unpacking or rearrangement. It is like the “What is the meaning for me?” subprogram was totally missing and this, I intuit, is because they hadn’t walked up the hill in darkness on a night when it was cold and thundering and they suddenly saw an immense serpent in front of them. Knowing I was too far up to retreat and of the ment that I could tell when the R-Complex was attempting to pimp I edged closer to this hose in fancy dress and laughed as it presented me the gift of imagination. That is what I mean about deconstruction and taking it to another level because a lot of you trippers simply go and knock on the door of the divine then run for the hills, giggling. Somewhere, on the same mountain, there treks a Soul, solo, and he hears the mirth and merriment from those who are standing on the false tip for that is the second greatest trick:
A real peak imperience is intensely ineffable and totally private as you are meeting the symbols that dwell in the depths of your subconscious. They can have totally different meanings as, for a Christian, the snake is wicked but, for a Hindu, its a Naga spirit that brings wisdom. Lets say they both have awakened the Warrior within and comprehend that religiosity is simply a layer that fits like a second skin over their Prime resonance and they do the Knowledge. One may exclaim he is now seeing the lives of his ancestors that dwell within the cosmic spiral of his genetic resonance whilst the other states he clicks how Watson and Crick came up with the image of the dual helix. Guess what, both have seen the same thing but from totally differing perspective. If they met and kicked it the conversation would be quite interesting as both minds were opened to a new depth and when they link to speak on the resonance they could make further leaps still that hint how gnosis is a living process ergo static texts of dead prophets captured in ink are literally the opposite. I don’t mean this as a diss to religion as things serve a purpose but to the Warrior its mere window dressing that is hiding pure potential behind the view of Overton that the rest accept. Think back to being a jit and how it was your innate state to push the limits and see what happened so if your parents said you can play out but only to the end of the street your imagination said:
So you did and saw the promised land glinting in the distance as something, hitherto unknown, came to your attention. What did you do next? If your were scared of your parents and they demonstrated the usual power play relationship you could have either tucked tail and did nothing or plotted and planned a way to slip beyond the grip of the version of them in your head to learn what you wish or you may have not given an F as you set off in that distance with friends because the potential of Knowing could not be balanced by any threat or punishment they could send your way. This is why I’ve said that the whole “We are all one” is a load of BS because we all possess different skills and traits when we step in that the System intends to equalize, quick, so that you accept their grading of your ment is gospel as well as learning the ways of the pyramid and how you are small and worthless in comparison. Stop and think, not one single child naturally thinks like this as they are firmly convinced, with no education needed, they are the most important Soul in the realm and everything revolves around them. Which it does. The lower aspect of this is being self centered. The true expression is when one is Centered in Self and Knows he interacts with figments of his imagination ergo his higher aspect chose those parents, this script and the rest purposefully to test their mettle and hone their skills on the battlefield of the living dead who are firmly convinced they’re alive and well. Nothing could be further from the truth, my friend, because if you can’t thrill with an imagination that sees scenes that may not exist in this realm before setting off to reality test and push the limits then you’re merely subsisting, not existing, and certainly not thriving which links in, super well, with how Jeezy said the kingdom is within and one must be innocent to see what kicks so render unto Caesar the ignorance the Empire that never ends tries to sell with a cheery “Return to sender!” as you choose, instead, to do the Knowledge.
Remember, you don’t need me (or anything) to be who you are in this realm but if you’ve been trained to forget your own strength as an aspect of the Prime, pre-existing, then this is simply a nudge that there may be more to heaven and earth, my friend.
There, you now have some agency. Put your hands on your chest and say it. Better yet, rub your belly (bare skin) for a moment whilst relaxing and issue the statement whilst paying attention to the sensations that manifest within. Some may get immediate gnosis and insight on what to do next, others need to relax and place less effort in as tension is the opposite of what the light demands to shine in the darkness, dig? I would like you to imagine an immense Noughts and Crosses set but its ThreeD and all levels play out in one instance. The bottom (and most dense) is wearing flesh on the planet. Here it is extremely easy to delude and be fooled into believing things like free will etc etc. Such is life in the land of sentient snowmen who know not thy Self. In the middle we have an interesting realm that is, currently, controlled by your Opponent. You visit this area in dreams, fantasy and, curiously, when watching your TV set. You could call it the land of the black mirror, if you wish as its from hence the rest doth spring. Up, above this, we have a place these fiends can’t access but most certainly covet and its from hence you spring. Never left would be accurate as this arena is where sits the thing people call a Higher Self. It manifests as guidance, intuition, that voice within that speaks without talking (in comparison to the chatterbox who pretends as he is naught but an interloper from the middle realm, as mentioned).
These days you see them as industry captains, people in positions of power and influence. Psychopaths, we call them. They are made broken to conduct a different type of resonance from this plane in the mid that, wouldn’t you know it, powers the military industrial complex and its PR wings of media and entertrainment:
You may suspect I jest but that truly is the lay of the land, as far as I can tell but its worth bearing in mind that I simply type these texts as the journal notes of an eternal work in progress who, daily, Knows the Ledge and thus chips away at his ignorance ergo I am my own guide and only adept so you should not follow me but create your own Path by walking. I’m just detailing what I’ve seen, been and felt along with various observations and ruminations as I kick the ballistics on a range of topics depending on how I feel like pushing the pen. As I said previously, 81% are Slaves from now till the end, one life to the next, mindwiped, reskinned, ready to believe whatever they’re programmed with as the (false) self at the helm tells them what it is and they nod their heads, accept and yell “Death to the infidel!” who dares contradict his script or offer insight into his plight which is built on ignorance of the simple principle that should, more accurately, be viewed as a commandment:
Sit erect in a chair with your perineum kissing where its at as it extends in relaxation which allows your hips to become the lotus from which your spine blossoms and lifts. Massage your skull, in both directions, as you repeat the statement and feelsee within to detect the message the Psylense doth bring. Do it again but at chest level and you may wish to add in some herbs and spices by mentioning “I am me (say your name). I am here. I am listening to your unfinite wisdom and its guidance” then sense the shifts. For some this can be quite dramatic as a long dimmed ember, within, starts glowing which can be fanned into a roaring flame of illumination by using this technique, mentioned, with two pens in either fist. Next bring your mitts down to your abdomen aka the Lower Kingdom and get to rubbing and feeling at home in a place most, long ago, vacated. Read this free eBook for a more in depth presentation about ones adventures beneath the neck and why most, to themselves, are an absentee landlord, par excellence who, seemingly, smokes crack rocks of the finest ignorance and thus demands his rent with a ferocity that won’t relent.
“Directed, starring and written by me”.
You could say thats why Dave walked away from the Ms as he could see where it was heading and the price of access for what they were getting was too immense. Its why he speaks in codes and tapdances around the topic but references the Pimp metaphor, real well, as he is there to spoon feed but encourage you to up your res… Back when it was only the jester who could speak the truth, as it is. This is something they’re attempting to curb, real well, hence why most missed the gleaming presence of a giant among men who gave not one single F and thus set a benchmark so immense that the rest are mere amateurs in comparison to his witty perceptions. The others work for the team, the 11%, and thus have pledged their Souls for a sense of false illumination that offers them the very best of this realm, hides their dalliance, encourages the worst in them and thus further closes its grip in a way, most noxious, from one life to the next. There it is. The grand secret many have died to protect and killed countless to prevent leaking. And yet, it was never even hidden as they put it in front of your dish, as and when. By the way, if you ever get invited to a mansion party and they say they wish to do a quick blood test to ensure you can sex without protect I’d advise not to partake as when you dance with the devil he knows all the steps and thus presents the perfect decep to play upon your senses with the Dual Reality Principle in full effect…
“Directed, starring and written by me”.
Why? Because without my spark, none of this exists and that shine, itself, is an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one of whom I am the same and identical. You as well. Even if it seems blasphemous. Have you been rubbing your belly, chest and head or are you content being face in the crowd Twelve Thirty Six whilst others have stolen your rightful role and calling in this realm? For some a straight line in Tetris moment just hit as they get why it all feels like a retread and that something, vital, is missing. How many of them will actually have the will to do something beyond a moments introspection before its onto the next distraction – thanks to that voice in their head…
Do you know what the worst part is? Its that those in the mid actually hold all of the pieces and they can use these, real well, to drive a man outsane as they use the signs and symbols that make up his programming along with his fears and attractions to manipulate him ergo even if I shared an A to Z of what they did it would make no real difference to one reading as their own psychospiritual makeup is different and its based on their lives, lineage and the current angle their light is bent at and what it reflects in the kaleidoscope of consciousness as well as their own, personal, reality tunnel. In that way what the ancients meant about the Dao that can be described isn’t it rings true now as it did then. Sadly, it also shows how these once fringe players are main stream, full effect, and how the whole world is in their grip at a time where the real and fakeness are so intricately interwoven that he who points it out is seen as a madman, infidel or heretic.
