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We are nothing but stories, made flesh. Sure, to us, they’re important but even that is part of the decep because what is a book without a reader but an unactualized potential? In the same respect you are far more than you’ve been lead to believe by this multi-sensory deal with the wheel of time that constantly lures you back in for another spin after a swift bit of memory wiping. Ready, playa won?

Lets reel in them metaphysics a bit and bring it back in to this dimension. There is what happened in your life and the pieces that you picked to form your narrative. Imagine you have a huge box that is filled with pearls and some string, that is pretty much a great representation of your conscious imperience. Nobody tells you this. On the contrary they go to great lengths to keep it hidden because that ensures you’ll do the bidding of the voice in your head that pretends to be them. Thats a deeper topic, lets keep it simple for a bit.

This story, this narrative, can be empowering or the opposite. For many people it isn’t. This is actually what they’re attempting to run away from by virtue of outer accomplishment. For example you have the kid that was sexually abused and now is prolific when it comes to bedding women but is entirely unable to form any kind of connection because the idea of a link to his vulnerable aspects beyond the surface terrifies him. These pearls are filled with rage, pain, hurt and shame and they are arranged in the formative part of his chain and he has no conscious awareness of the damage that was done, back when. If you ask him he’d reject the hypothesis. From the outside looking in there are many men who would envy his position as getting and bedding attractive women for him is ridiculously effortless. Its what comes next thats the problem because if they want more than sex they come to a part that is off limits. For them and himself. Instead they’re just another notch on his belt, replaceable and functionally identical as self soothing coping mechanisms that are part of his adventure in the flesh and a hallmark of living the life unexamined that generally feels unfulfilled, no matter how many skins he hits.

There was a girl, once upon a when, who was born to addicted parents. Forget nurturing or attention as well as those standard things that thread to make the links of her formative experience. That wasn’t happening as they were all about themselves and whatever it took to get a hit. She actually ended up parenting them which was an immense strain on one so young as she fed and dressed herself then went to school for the release it brings. She excelled in academics because it drew her the attention and validation she craved. As she aged she raised the stakes and soon found her way into a rarefied space where the ends not only met but overlapped in excess as her talents and skills commanded a high rate. Once again, from the outside looking in, you’d think she had it made. Except she always felt like she was pretending. Like at any moment the walls would come crashing in and someone would point their finger and say “You don’t deserve this. You faker, you were born of addicts. You’re worthless” and all kinds of things that were said by that voice in her head as she walked around her mansion wondering how to fix this problem without drowning it in drink and a workload so big that she barely had a moment to think.

These examples are extreme but they are not uncommon. Everyone is doing this if they live the life unexamined and this is why they feel so unfulfilled as the past is always present until you’ve took some me time for introspection and decided to check on what they string and its true definition. This is what I mean about the coal that becomes a diamond. Its painful, there are no references, nobody can help and there is no guidance. Many fold under the pressure. There are plenty that could’ve contended but are now also rans instead. People will go to great lengths to deny the veracity of this but it might as well be written on their foreheads to one who has done the Knowledge. Why is this, I’m wondering. Its far too common, very well spread and affects pretty much everyone in this realm and yet no one questions it.

Well, I do. And have been doing so since not long after I stepped in. Can you remember the moment you realized your parents were once also children? It may seem Self evident now but there was a time when this was the first time you drew the link. My reaction was intense. “What happened?” barely scratched the surface because my intuition couldn’t link how they ended up like this, in a state I’d later term “Adulteration” as their point of view and way of living was so different to my Inner Sense that I knew I wanted no parts of it and would willfully resist whatever it was they’d accepted to end up like this. Deep thoughts for a child but you’d be surprised what goes on inside their heads because they don’t yet know the rules and thus are unaware if they break them. This is why there is a fine line between a madman and genius and why the true creative is often childlike in a sense whilst the rest run after baubles and trinkets on the chance they’ll make them feel something beyond being comfortably numb.

We are nothing but stories, made flesh. Its a cruel joke, an ironic trick. Sure there are plenty of things that pay lip service to the concept like “I’m a spiritual being having a human experience” but that doesn’t mean bills vanish or you click your fingers and find enlightenment. That word itself is interesting, isn’t it? It precludes the fact that one must already be in darkness hence if you find yourself in hell, keep going. Well, I have and did. Thats how I discovered the string of pearls that created the story of me in my head and used the Knowledge to help others break the chains and reprogram their internal OS. I looked at it and thought it was quite ridiculous and then started asking others to trace the template and tell me what they see. Some ran screaming for the hills as they said “I don’t want to do this” whilst others didn’t even attempt and shook their heads at a concept so ridiculous. A handful, like the above examples, had been pushed to the point where the only place to turn was within and they actually attempted it.

Its interesting how validation is such a common thread. The boy that was abused told his parents and they brushed it off and told him it was all in his head and not to be so stupid. The girl, on the other hand, never truly felt like she existed unless a teacher was giving her a pat on the head because at home she was little more than a live in servant. The scars of our formative years run deep and they often write the script we live in a childs painful scrawl that we slavishly accept. Go pick up a pad, a black and red pen. Speak to your Inner Sense and see what happens. This method may seem simple but its ridiculously powerful. Another one is the wallpaper strip which I’ve mentioned before as well where you take a long sheet of paper, stick it on the wall and mark your birth on a line up to the present moment and start filling in the bits and pieces you recollect. These are the pearls you’ve strung into a narrative but the ones that are too big for your current resolution will be marked by their absence but their presence can be felt via the influence they exert. Just look at the behaviors you engage in, usually repetitive, that bring some type of solution that never seems to last or move beyond the surface. There may also be related feelings of shame, inadequacy, worthlessness or the whole imposter syndrome as well. It can manifest in many ways, you can tell as they usually feel icky and you’ll go out of your way to avoid these states by piling on more coping mechs. Don’t. Get to know them instead. Feelsee into the presence, get familiar with the innerG. Sometimes you may feel the need to scream, yell, stomp your feet or protest. Do it. Better out than in. Others may discover the urge to sketch or paint, push the pen or strike up a deep conversation. Whatever it is, let it unfold. This is how you free yourself from arrested development and why the sages, back when, said the lotus blooms in the midst of the filth.

Rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the mess that were the pearls you’d chose to string without realizing you had an option and create a more empowering narrative. Granted, this is a very basic view of the entire process because undoing the mess of a lifetime habit via the story made flesh you constantly retell in your head isn’t a one and done thing but more akin to a process in which I use various techniques and methods that I call doing the Knowledge but, as your starter for ten, this will get you familiar with your inner realm and the states of innerG therein because your body is your subconscious and the processing power of the brain pales in comparison to how bright it once shined and can, yet again. Maybe then you too will hear the Psylense. Its a beautiful thing.

Me, I know I’m not the story but the one who is reading but also creating the tale as well based on the components available in the resonance of my awareness. That is a far more interesting and empowering way to live, don’t you think? Lifetimes come and go and yet I remain the same, unchanged. A true playa in this Game where we insert our Souls as credits to create another fable. Another story, made flesh, that we animate with our consciousness from one life to the next. We carry some interesting debts and credits from these interactions but that is a deeper topic. Simply put, the you that creates the view and makes all of this possible is identical and perfect, regardless of the situation or incarnation it is eternal and unchanging. This state I call the Witness and it truly is the key to everywhen but its gift can only be unwrapped in the present moment.

Transcendence, they call it. Interesting spell, isn’t it? How it implies you must be in an altered state of consciousness and the key to getting free is ending it.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

18 years ago you planted some seeds. Those seeds grew into trees that you nourished (or ignored, also possible) with your daily actions, intent, interactions and thoughts. Over the coming year you’re going to taste the fruits of these labors and they may manifest in ways so immense that you’ll be surprised by the outcomes and events. Consider it like compound interest because a tiny investment that keeps getting its returns ploughed in can become quite huge as time ticks. This is exactly how it is so take a moment, retrace your steps, examine your life and see what kicks and what you did around Two Thousand and Fifth onwards. Look at the broad strokes first, the details you can fill in as we progress.

Now, this science is quite precise and its not a one size fits all kind of thing because there are lots of personal variables in the mix that can totally change the outcome of a dish and the size of the helping. In that respect we’re all chefs and our thoughts, deeds and actions are what we stir into the pot of life to cook the dish we end up serving to ourselves. Thats pretty poetic, isn’t it? In many respects life in this realm is akin to a slowly condensed boomerang of consciousness that plays out in many different types of octaves to create the composition of your existence. Realizing this grants you an immense amount of power because I know I’ve said that everything is destined and pretty much scripted (at least in terms of major events) but there are ways these things can manifest, both positive and negative. Let me give you an example:

Imagine you are stuck in a job that you hate, lets make it a small business, and due to various obligations that are blended with inertia and a lack of motivation you can’t make an exit. Then something really dramatic happens like the firm goes bankrupt and says “Thanks for your investment. Game over on this level” and you are forced into the abyss of unemployment as they wish you all the best. Some people would look at this situation and start moaning and wailing at what they missed (even though they hated it in the moment. This type of thinking is really common in dysfunctional relationships) whereas others will feel like a caged bird that has just been granted the freedom they were craving. What happens next shifts their resonance and the tracks of their life either tilt downwards as they drift into a life filled with laments, regrets and distractions or they hear “Push it to the limit” playing in their heads and go all in on realizing their vision as they set their mark and enforce it.

What do you think would happen to these different versions of Self a couple of decades later after they’ve placed their respective bets?

See why I’ve said that thoughts are things in this realm? Everything, and I mean everything, starts out first as a mental conception ergo it pays one immense dividends to be extremely careful with what they allow in. This extends to not only the obvious things like friends and social circles but also what types of entertainment you pick as everything has a resonance and birds of feather tend to flock together. As they coalesce (especially for those who live the life unexamined) they become anvils and this bogs down any further progress because the principles of mental hygiene and how to defragment your subconscious are topics that are pretty much missing from any form of officially sanctioned Thunking they programmed in, back when. Some people pick up the skill via intuition. Others are wise enough to listen when its shared with them.

Journaling is a great way to unburden because the art of pushing the pen places what is within outside and thus helps to generate new perspectives. Deep conversations with those of a similar mindset that like to win can also help and I can say from personal imperience that nurturing another to become the version of themselves that I see is possible and they Thunk can’t happen is one of the most beautiful gifts because its all about changing what you think to align with what you wish to manifest.

As long as its realistic.

I’m not talking about the Law of Attraction or any other airy fairy things that fill Pop Psych publications and drip from the lips of many via the medium of the web as these are simply ways of them lining their pockets at the cost of your Self realization. This is why there are loads of wishful thinkers out there that talk real big and achieve next to nothing because they’re too busy world building in other peoples heads without actually putting the work in. That is what this year is going to be about because its time to grind and, once again, there are two ways to do this:

One is out of obligation. The other is fueled by passion. The former takes a lot of effort whereas the latter feels refreshed as the sweat drips from their brow because they know it will be worth it in the end when they reach the summit of Self actualization. Truly, what else is more important in this realm? Everything you want is already within. Its a case of finding it in the midst of all types of garbage that you accepted without question then shining the light of your consciousness upon it to nurture its evolution and presentation. Even when the tree is full of fruits it must be harvested and we must pick the offerings at the moment of perfect ripeness and this is why intuition is so, so powerful because it is in alignment with the all of everything that manifests as your consciousness.

I’ll give you an example.

Last year many people might have felt adrift and bit disconnected from reality as well. A sort of dreamlike state that can actually be very spiritual as it felt like the bonds to life were lightened. Some said it was a time of immense frustration as they tried real hard to make progress only to find their wheels spin with a lack of traction. Others found solutions to long standing problems pop into their awareness at moments they least expected and then applied that Knowledge in order to create a shift.

This year you will notice an immense swell in your personal power as that spiritual energy within which you did swim starts crystalizing into something more solid but, like an uncut gem, its up to you to polish it so it shines to perfection. That is what this year will bring so its time to put those dreamy thoughts into action in ways that are most practical. Taking it back to the earlier example of the person who hated their job and then found themselves out of the situation. The low frequency version may find themselves forced to do something different due to external events that say “No more sitting on the couch, binge watching, as you eat a load of prepackaged mess and surf the net” because there may be new bills in effect or other problems that need to be handled. The high frequency chap has an immense advantage as he’d already laid the foundations, sketched the blueprint and researched the variables and thus has the right tools for the task at hand. The outcome for both may be identical in terms of taking steps towards Self actualization but one will be dragged, kicking and screaming, whilst the other will hop and skip with a grin. Not only this but the latter has also leveraged the power of compounding and all that time spent on research and the rest will be just what he needed when he comes to a situation that can cause another shift in resonance. Net result? That dude becomes exceedingly happy and gains further and further wins which create a snowball effect as he iceskates uphill. This is why I’ve said that it takes a lot of work to become an “overnight success” because people see the shine but forget the grind that went in to make it happen.

Some tips that may help those who never pondered this:

Discipline. Set up a daily routine that marks out what you will do and when. Especially during the first Forty Five minutes of rising as that time is most energetic and creative. For others it may be they’re nightowls so flip it and burn that midnight oil but don’t set fire to the candle on both ends because that is not sustainable. Actually, thats a very important hint because its best you think of this year as a marathon, not a sprint. Don’t be under such immense pressure where you think “I must do everything at once and it has to be perfect” because that is a recipe for frustration. What you are seeking is a principle I call Incremental Betterment aka “Every day, in every way I am improving in ways I cannot currently imagine”. If you took twelve steps today then tomorrow is the thirteen. Let me give you an example:

You have a set of identical twins that eat the same and expound the same type of energetics. Difference is the first one says “I’m going to do fifty press ups each day, spread throughout the rays, as and when”. At first its a challenge as he comes face to face with his weakness as his arms protest and body is shaking. The other sits and surfs the net whilst having a drink. After a few months of this he finds the number that was once spread in random exercises as he went is now accomplished in one sitting so he thinks “Hmm, might as well stretch that to seventy five. Lets see what happens”. Once again weakness rears its head underneath his newfound strength but this time instead of taking three months to rise to the challenge its achieved in one instead. Next comes a hundred a day and by the end of the year he is cracking out fifty before breakfast, the same at lunch, another set when he comes home and a final one in the evening before chilling into a state of deepened relaxation.

Who do you think would look better after a year by just shifting one variable? Amazing, isn’t it? Now lets imagine that he is happy with two hundred press ups as his limit but keeps that up for a decade with no relenting. Not that he’d want to because he looks and feels amazing as the blood is circulating in his veins so when his twin is complaining of aches and pains as the middle aged spread kicks in he still looks trim and youthful. All from changing one thing.

Some people will discover an immense sense of flow this year. A feeling of effortless effort in which they do a bit and then the universe seems to conspire to give them a lift as it pitches in and magnifies their investment. These are the fruits of which I was speaking and they trace back to Two Thousand and Five plus the years intervening.

Balance is another key term for cycle so its not all about the hustle but also taking that time to chill because life spins like Yan and Ying. Maintain your resonance and abundance will be your gift. Take note of this. Check in in Twenty Twenty Fifth (which is the year it will become obvious we’re living inside a simulation for those paying attention) because its then your mettle will be tested in the sense of taking the fruits of your labor to the market as you display your finely cut gem to the masses who either fall over themselves in appreciation of its glimmering or look at the lump of coal you present and say “Next” because the Game is about to become a whole load more discerning in terms of those who choose themselves and put that work in versus the ones that just drift, that way and this, as they are buffeted by the currents of indolence and ignorance of their innate potential.

Which one do you pick?

Till we meet again

You already are what you dream of becoming. This is often the hardest thing to see because its like an inversion of the princess and pea where that which you seek is placed beneath layers upon layers of conditioning. In many ways the Game is set up to exploit natural things in very unnatural ways because grasping is a basic reflex and, with time and imperience, it becomes more and more refined. Thing is nobody ever tells us how to release and thus we just keep holding onto things that usually don’t serve our best interests. Becoming aware of this is a crucial step to rewriting your internal OS because there is the cards you were dealt, how you choose to play them and when to bet.

These skills are noticeable in their absence because they run counter to the whims of the System which is based on obedience. The other side of the coin is this state of ignorance is extremely profitable as there are countless industries, services and professions that are built around symptom management but very little actually encourages you to delve in and rip away those mattresses filled with pebbles so you can get back to the cloud of awareness you floated in on. Those sharp stones of memories and events mix in with some smooth pebbles and various other things that we don’t want to relinquish but generally people hold onto objects that are still smoldering because they feel the pain defines them, all the while pretending this isn’t happening.

Of course to hide this the brain develops countless coping mechs and many people will sell bedsheets and covers that are printed with skies blue and other radiant hues upon which all types of formations are printed so your brain can say “Look, clouds. Just like we remember”. Except they aren’t because thats part of the deception. Can you see why the System wouldn’t want you to know this? The symptoms of self deception (notice the little S, thats because the real can’t be tricked hence the true Self) are exceedingly common but usually manifest as not feeling like you are enough, as is or various other hopes and striving. Let me give you an example:

You spy an item. It ticks all the boxes as you take in the advertisement. You see shiny, happy people who flaunt it. “Oh, their lives seem so perfect. I simply must have it!” says the voice in your head. Seeing as you think you’re it and not that which is listening you gladly acquiesce. Lets pretend you aren’t playing with a real life infinite money glitch and you have no line of credit available to indulge your whims. No, instead you sweat and put in the effort as you run the corporate treadmill with this image of the carrot in your head. Eventually you have a stack. You can’t wait to invest in this trinket. You’ve already imagined your new life with its host of benefits and it seems quite amazing. It doesn’t actually feel like you’re walking as you head to the store as you are floating. You smile at strangers and they reciprocate. The sun seems to beaming its rays primarily on your face as you are in a state of grace. You walk in, the assistant says “Of course. I’m sure it will be perfect” as they debit what you’ve spent and hand over the item you’ve coveted as the end all, be all of everything.

The thrill is immense at this moment. A real peak experience. The giddiness when the desired symbol that promises a state of perfection is within your grip is indescribable. From the outside your eyes are shining and within your heart is racing as you envision your new existence. You can barely wait to get home and luxuriate in bliss. Relishing the moment and savoring the taste you “ooh” and “ahh” appreciatively as this fresh and shiny thing promises to deliver the feeling of effortlessly floating. And it did. For a while, at least.

Then its just piled in with the rest. Another thing stuffed in the mattress of your subconscious upon which are printed clouds of illusion that you dare not examine for fear of discovering the nature of the trick for which you’ve fallen. This is the secret code that underpins the greatest deception ever unleashed upon this realm and it can be applied to anything from relationships to religion as well as some new threads and a promotion or academic credentials. Its OK, its just you and me. You can admit the nail has been hit upon the head as you lay there on your lumpy cognitive mattress that forms your inner terrain. How many bits and bobs like this, as well as various other objects of discontent dwell within the dim enclaves of your Mind Made Prison?

Thats all you’ve got to lose.

The sheer concept of this breaks many out in a cold sweat because they are so well adjusted to the collective sickness where everyone does the same thing and expects results that are different that its akin to a little slice of death they’re being force fed in their own personal hell. In many ways it is. Not for you, however, but for the (false) self.

See, back in the days before blankets and bedspreads that cover bundles of experiences that you call formative you floated upon a cloud of pure consciousness. Its was a thrilling Journey of discovery. Sure it made you cry sometimes but there was also pleasure as well and, best of all, it was direct and personal. Now that imperience is buried beneath layers and layers of conditioning as you learned to accept symbols and labels in lieu of that at which they’re pointing. Such an illusion. So vast that those who question it either flip their lid as they stumble around in the darkness of their inner realms or they find the source of true illumination that comes from doing the Knowledge. This can’t be gifted, imparted or stolen. You must take the steps your Self.

The egoic (false) self will protest and make you feel exceedingly uncomfortable. Actually, that pain was always present but, due to certain mechanisms, you were numbed and disconnected from feeling it. This is why a baby can scream at the top of its lungs for hours in protest with seemingly zero effort and if you were to try and maintain the same state with an identical presence you’d feel pretty tired before you packed it all in. This is the quiet life of desperation that none dare address and its why I say that most people are so miserable that they daren’t consider an alternative.

There are plenty of false solutions, usually quite destructive. Did you know there was a study done about the lifespans of high level execs that work for the best of the best in comparison to blue collar laborers, after retirement. The results were startling because not only was the former group in far worse mental health they also died far quicker than the rest. Do you wonder why this is? Because they’d invested their entire life in the prestige that reflects via the card which they presented and had their name etched upon it. The factory worker, in comparison, couldn’t care less about this aspect because he was applying the same trick in other ways. Like supporting a sports team, being proud of his family or religious piety. All of these things have one thing in common. They are external. If we were to strip it away from them in ways as palpable as being a former CEO that was given a golden handshake and got his last pat on the head we’d see a similar decline as well.

I always found this research fascinating as it spoke loudly of the human condition but it wasn’t picked up to be placed on the front page of any journals nor was there ever much in the way of discussion among the so called professionals. Hits too close to home, I guess. Its the same Pattern you see manifest in the stockbroker who kills himself when the market wipes out his investments as he has no concept of his Self without these external things. Sadly this is also the same process that kicks when the wide eyed and innocent child that was fully invested in the concept of Santa bringing gifts is revealed to be an elegant deception that was arranged by his parents.

“Oh, but its worth it for the look on their faces” said those people when questioned. When I told them it also meant that they’d never, ever fully trust them again their faces crumpled as a new rock was added into their already lumpy mattress. We, collectively, do the strangest of things because we’re generally unaware of the consequences due to living the life unexamined.

It wasn’t always like this. And for some it still isn’t but that takes a certain kind of strength or a combination of factors that rip the world that had been pulled over their eyelids as they come face to face with the trick. On the flip there are those who live in societies we’d have called primitive that had very little in the way of creature comforts but were way more resonant within and thus floated through the Game and thought the alternative was stupid. Native Americans were a prime example of this and thats why they were handed Smallpox laced blankets by those who were already laying upon huge chunks of discomfort. Haven’t you ever wondered where the idiom of “stiff upper lip” springs and its true meaning or how a tiny island of people inserted and opened an umbrella of “civilization” into the rear ends of those they called primitives across the planet? There is a really, really strange type of alienation happening and this statement isn’t racist as the facts speak for themselves.

And yet this sense of lack and disconnection is what drives all types of progression and its latest manifestation is people will happily slide into the digital equivalent of a cloud that feels way better than the lumpy mattress of pain to which they were well adjusted. I do wonder if my way of being is the problem or if thats the point of the Game because I’ve spoke to some fairly rich people, both born in and made it from nothing, and every single one of them was running the same wheel of self deception. Some were more open to consider it. Others point blank refused to think and I never heard from them again. You know who was willing to listen? Addicts.

I’ve served a few fiends in my time and I always liked to question because they are obviously having a very different imperience to rest and when they’re jonesing for a fix the idea of just looking at whats happening as they attempted to keep a distance whilst being in a state of acceptance bought some interesting answers.

He nods his head. “I know that mattress filled with pointy things really well. Its why I do this” he added as he waved his bag filled with contents illicit that would, for a moment, allow him to feel a sense of connection to the cloud he so missed. “Anyway, pleasure as always. See you on the flip, same time, same station” escaped his lips as he bopped out with a grin knowing that soon a state of bliss (or a close approximation) would be floating around his veins. That was until he came down again and felt every square inch of discomfort as the pains of past events and circumstances dug into his consciousness which forced him to do what was needed in order to score another hit.

In many ways we are trained to be like this because the concentration camp wing of the System made your parents place limits upon their affection based on your performance of regurgitating the programming. I had no problem rejecting this because I intuited the mattress upon which my folks were resting and vowed I’d do whatever it takes to retain this state of perfection. Somewhere along the way I also tripped and slipped into the allure of shiny things but I never forgot that they were but mere distractions from what is actually within. After my near death experience I’d found the mattresses of self deception had been ripped to shreds along with so many other aspects as well, and yet, I made my way to the cloud as I attempted to restitch my ravaged energetics into something far more coherent.

Poetic, isn’t it? Would I have picked these cards from the deck if I had an option? I really can’t say but I do think I’d have preferred to remain plugged in because I was numb and comfortable in a life that packed from end to end with distractions and other things. “Why are my eyes hurting?” I asked my Self as I surveyed the aftermath of said events. “Its the first time you’ve used them” came the response, in Psylense. Thankfully I wasn’t a stranger to quiet introspection and found the whole turn of events quite interesting because when the entire outer world conspires to betray the faith you placed in its illusions all thats left is your inner realm and its from this cloud of higher consciousness upon which I’m floating that I type this message that is pouring into your awareness.

Every child is born overflowing with confidence. Its part of your natural equipment. Unfortunately we are taught to trade it for these mattresses and from then on the grasping doesn’t end. Worst part is when you meet your death and attempt to check in they point at a sign which says “No earthbound luggage” as thats not part of the trip as you can only leave with what you came in with. The cloud.

Ain’t that something? Life after life, death after death, you just keep racking up these mattresses. Sure, we blame him, her and them when their lumpy texture makes us feel uncomfortable (which is why being triggered is actually a you problem) and this manifests as all kinds of conflict, both foreign and domestic. Its also why you lean in to the screen because it offers a far greater approximation of the cloud with its seemingly effortless freedom to shift your resonance as long as you keep your attention pouring in to its elegant deception. This is also why, after mild protests, the majority will happily accept some chips in their head for augmented consciousness as the next stage of the Game unfolds for a range of playas that will never know what hit them as the only clouds they’ll know since their inception are entirely digital and thoroughly artificial. A vanilla sky type thing.

You already are what you dream of becoming. That cloud named Inner Sense is it. The only thing standing between you and the remembrance of this state of bliss are the lumpy mattresses of your conditioning and now you know the sketch of what truly is at stake you could, if you wish, make better decisions like walking the Path of Power instead. Here you start with a pebble, take it out, examine it and let it go if you wish. Sure its a slow process but you weren’t Adulterated in a click. No, that will be the default for those snipped and chipped with a new covenant in a bit but here, now, you still have the option and I, personally, find it exceedingly profitable because one of the side effects is I find my Self randomly singing and dancing in ways that are effortless as well as feeling saturated with direct perception of this realm and the rest which manifests as the creative impulse and desire to share this Knowledge with all who will listen.

Obviously the System doesn’t like this and sees me as a major threat because I remind you of the things you were made to forget and thus the noiZ has many agents who aren’t aware their awareness is Adulterated when, in reality, all they crave is Inner Sense and it can’t be purchased off the shelf as it must be hand built. In effect you must kill your (false) Self and rise from the ashes like a psychospiritual phoenix who then clicks they’re actually immortal and that is akin to the hacking the Matrix because the opposite of grasping is acceptance and this creates an action potential that can then be used for releasing that which serves no purpose beyond creating a state of disconnection within as you invest your life in pointless solutions that have never, ever made a lasting difference.

They say the definition of madness is doing the same things again but expecting different outcomes. Are you willing to lose your mind to come to your senses or are you so used to the square of the Reality Tunnel you’re digging that you feel a sense of fear when faced with the option of realizing you’re actually a sphere instead? Multidimensional. Whatever it is, sit with it. Get used to it. Thats like grasping within to handle the smoldering pebble that is saturated with repressed emotions as you lay on a spread upon which the image of a cloud was printed. The people I spoke of with money could afford better tricks. Their mattress was finely stitched, exceedingly colorful and the best type of approximation you can get. The poor find solace in the web but never question why so many in this realm dread spiders but can’t wait to dive in to what they spin.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. I’m just here to pass on the message. What you do with it is up to you because the final flight at the end accepts no luggage so you’ll find your Self back here again to do it all over with a new bag of skin wrapped around your unfinite awareness until it finally clicks and you look within. That is when the real adventure begins and one can truly claim to be playing the Game. Otherwise you’re just getting played.

Till we meet again

The main thing I learned is that I know nothing. My point of view now compared to then is so different on many things and yet, curiously, identical. Its like zooming in on a fractal and as you increase the resolution the previous fuzz rolls into a much clearer focus. Problem with that is it instills the good old fashioned paralysis of analysis that comes from overthinking as you weigh up every single variable and option.

I said before that I feel like a man sitting in a beach front building who is shuffling around pieces of a jigsaw of the scene in front of him but fully lit as he awaits the sweep of the lighthouse, off in yonder distance, to share its illumination. In that respect the first perspective is simply a refinement of this statement but when placed into application with a practical sense of gnosis the difference is immense. I mean, if everything is perfect and as intended then what is there to rail against? But then that is also the hallmark of giving in, isn’t it? The rebel without a pause appears to be moonwalking.

I’ve also realized, with a sense of certainty now, that pretty much all of the major events in anyones life are totally scripted. Once again this is the result of a process of continual refinement of my perceptions because whilst I knew, first hand, that death isn’t the end now its evident that the main people we interact with on this spin were also around us in the previous. This perspective opened up a whole nother vista of perception because its akin to looking down at the Third Dimension from the Fifth and seeing all the variables play out as options of resonance ergo its all static and we, our Soul, moves through the groove like a needle on a record.

Doing the opposite of what you usually did and then learning to get comfortable with the feelings you hated brings its own rewards which I’ll probably detail in another vid or article because me, the most social of animals, has become exceedingly reclusive and when you’re not illuminating others with your presence that light shines within and this brings the changes I mentioned.

There was a very surprising revelation about exercise or, to be more specific, the total lack of it as that was one my switches I flipped because I wanted to see what was hidden underneath this coping mech. Who would’ve thought that the motivation for gaining current strength actually springs from hiding old weakness? It makes perfect sense when Witnessed because the Pane Body comes roaring into focus and that proved that the past is always present. See how that dovetails in with the higher dimensional perception? That itself was quite humbling because it was something that came like a gift and was all together transcendent as so many old bits and pieces, from various incarnations, slotted together into a coherent narrative. To extend the lighthouse metaphor it was like leaping from the floor where I sat with the pieces I was shuffling to the center of the sun instead as we’re talking about the same thing but the difference in scale is immense. I hope you too get to Witness it for your Self at some point in your incarnation because it turns down the noiZ in an instant and allows what was always hidden within to make its presence felt but on the nth level ergo truly ineffable.

What else? Lets see… The very first post I made on my site said words to the effect that there are no strangers and enemies when one has befriended the whole world. Something very interesting happened the other day that proved this because, even for my Self, changing someones life with an offhand comment that you freestyled in the moment and had them reappraising their entire perspective as they finally felt the beauty within they didn’t know they possessed unfolding truly was a great gift to give, based on her reaction. Now, ask your Self:

If what I saw above this dimension where humans lives look like worms that stretch from one end to the next as the cradle and grave do their thing is accurate (which I suspect it is) then the little threads and webs that connect said segments could be thought of as factors of resonance. We are, quite literally, passing energy back and forth through time and, due to our ignorance of this we beget all kinds of suffering as the human machine is designed to seek pleasure and avoid pain. Well, unless you’re a masochist but even then they’re doing it for fun, at the end of the day. The real hurt we carry within and pretend doesn’t exist is humanities greatest problem and people are so numbed against its direct perception that they’ll react in ways that are quite strange in order to protect what is making them miserable.

To a junkie their dope is their best friend whereas we, on the outside, see what its actually doing to them. What if your dealer lived in your head and sold you thoughts that were disempowering and you were his number one client because you were totally unaware of the predicament? If one attempted to rip the spliff of the (false) self from your lips or blow away the powder of ignorance you were about to sniff and then chase with a pill of pure pretend bliss you’d feel quite upset, yes? “Hey! I paid good money for this and it makes me feel nice as well. What the hell?”. Comprehend:

I’m not pooping on your party but you are crapping on your own potential and this is the true cause of why people are mainly miserable and unfulfilled as they cram in as many distractions as they can get. What else can you do but be the change you wish to manifest? In that respect typing articles and making vids for the web seems totally pointless, doesn’t it? Does that sound nihilistic? Fatalistic? Pessimistic? Or maybe something else? I am wondering because, remember, I know nothing. All I know is that I was given a hand that I suspect not many would have even attempted to bet and less with the intent to win. My prize? Liberation. If, along the way, I find some incidental bits and pieces of wisdom that help others along the way or give them some spiritual nourishment then thats cool, isn’t it? And yet the world as it stands is filling with a kind of darkness but I’m totally oblivious of the details as I choose to remain willfully ignorant beyond what is unavoidable.

Actually, one of the imperiments I did on this tip was super fascinating and this is, what I suspect, allowed the peak imperience of higher consciousness but then, I’m wondering, if all is scripted that means it was inevitable anyway but I also know, fine well, that had I not took the preparatory steps that potential wouldn’t have been actualized and then we’re back again at the fact that the Game plays out inside my consciousness therefore intent is everything.

And that brings us full circle. Poetic, isn’t it? In effect we are all a bunch of meat puppets that will deny to the death what is obvious and in the midst of all of this confusion we live lives we generally detest because we’re not being authentic and are all firmly convinced the problem is “Them” when, in reality, its us as the outer is but a projection of your own imprints that you’ve clocked up from this and previous incarnations so if you imagine a string of pearls you can tell how moving one sets the rest in motion and this got me pondering the whole retro-causality thing. In everyday thinking this seems impossible but when you comprehend that each instance has levels of potential that are then crystalized the worm turns and whole new perspective starts forming inside your consciousness as it becomes a feathered serpent and this is quite mind bending because that which was trained to think in a set amount of dimensions is now forced to come to terms with things that are beyond linguistics and can only be felt and sensed in the present moment. Truly a gift. It really is. Dare ye unwrap it?

And yet, every little step I’ve taken over all of the thorns I’ve known so well since my inception are what granted me the sniff of the finest roses I’d ever inhaled and it was worth it as that gnosis I keep within because once you start throwing out the old crap in your head you suddenly find more room in your chest and that truly is the key to becoming multi-dimensional. That itself is Game changing because what seemed like a goal is obviously the floor on the other side of the ceiling in this realm and before I’ve even started mapping that building I’m now wondering whats above it and thats like fixing sixty four jigsaws in the same instance where all of the pieces are actually interconnected but seemingly moving at randoms tangents as the same amount of lighthouses flicker in coherence to the sounds of music which plays underneath everything and all of this is created, maintained and sustained within the Psylense of which I am an aspect that is closest in resonance in the state of the Witness (which can only ever exist at the present moment as the true universal constant) and all of this manifests as a gift from the endless fount of Inner Sense of which we’re all capable but so few truly wish to find in this realm because they’re seeking a savior outside of themselves or a microwave solution thats pulled off the shelf.

I’ve never been one for these things and its now obvious this life is just one of many that I’ve had the intent of liberation as my chief definite aim and that, in turn, brings its own set of questions like “Why is finding the exit so difficult?” and “Why does it seem like the Game is rigged to perpetuate pain and suffering?”. The answers to these questions are anybodies guess. I have various mindsets and perspectives that I’m currently exploring but how many reading can truly claim to be so fluid with their thinking? Actually, that was the greatest gift:

The power of nothing. If I were to speak on this one… Actually, just thinking about it is making me grin because the easiest way I can put it is like you work hard, come home, lay the table and sit there with cutlery and condiments with a full state of confidence that the meal will be perfect. Then you lift the lid and it is. Freshly cooked to perfection, just as you wished.

Did you notice that in this example you actually put all the work in on everything else but object of your focus? How without those elements there would be no table, no electric light to switch or even any dishes or home to house them. That is the power of nothing and the paradox as well. I’d say that was probably the greatest thing I learned as the change in my internal OS is so immense that I might as well not be the same person, and yet, like the Ship of Theseus – I am. One to get you thinking about nothing:

Did you know there are no cells in your body that are older than ten because they’re constantly recycled? And yet some folks look like fuzzy VHS bootleg versions of themselves with constant bands of static that obscure their image unless you squint from a distance whilst wearing rose tints. Heaped on top of this is the fact the atoms themselves are made up of mostly nothing ergo my coming to terms with the immense scale of my ignorance actually places me in resonance with them and, at the same instance, draws me toward the grand attractor within all forms and presence that makes all things possible because I am it. And you as well. Plus everyone else in this realm and all that forms it as well as the countless other layers to the Game that are stacked, one on top of the next, but entirely invisible as their light is bent and only your third eye can see round corners.

Like I said, I am now quite certain I know nothing and yet that same realization filled the plate to perfection with my favorite nourishment that I’m gladly sharing with you as you are another me, together we so please, take your fill. I have plenty. I am unfinite.

Till we meet again