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Imagine, for a moment, that on one hand you have all the things you enjoy and may even take for granted that make up the basis of your existence. You have friends, family, well wishers and acquaintances but the list doesn’t end as we can add in things like your cosmological perspective, your material hopes, dreams and wishes along with pretty much every single thing that can be dreamt of inside your head or experienced via the senses. Would you be willing to sacrifice all of this? Run the risk of all of those people and connections turning their back on you or even raging in your face with hatred for your choices and decisions? Being outcasted, excommunicated and detested.

Would you risk all of this for what is hidden on the other side of the coin and most never suspect contains an eternal sweetness underneath its seeming bitterness? That is the price of liberation and the natural reluctance of most humans to even attempt this due to the weight of social connection and how so many use external aspects to define them is the reason why so many are stuck on the endless wheel of reincarnation. Often they step back with the same clique. The roles may shift and things may spin at tangents but the presence they missed is there, once again. A lot of people call this a soulmate thing or, when inverted, “I never liked him from the moment I saw him. Something was off about him” because we all know the power of hatred, yes? This is why the grudges you don’t forgive can become chains for the next incarnation but that is a deeper topic. Lets speak of Buddha, for a moment:

The circumstances surrounding his birth were quite miraculous as they were filled with symbols and portents. A sayer of sooth is reputed to have stated “Keep him within the grounds of this palace and he will rule the entire world and bring glory to your lineage. If, however, he sees the realm as it truly is then he will reject everything you present in the quest for liberation”. Needless to say his family all went along with it and kept him wrapped in this bubble where reality was edited to fit a perspective for reasons quite selfish. We all know what happened next, yes? He left, saw an old lady, some filth and suffering and his mind was boggling at the nature of these concepts that were entirely foreign and alien. He left. Wife, child, kingdom, parents. Everything. This is the price of liberation because either one rejects and then sets off on a trip or they stick around and try and open the eyes of those close to them and then are told to jet because they’re presence is so irritating and they can’t stand what came over them. Net result is the same, isolation.

Can you imagine the scandal, back when? The people talking of how the young prince had flipped his lid, leaving his wife to be a single parent as he spends his time alone in the sticks like a common peasant. The screams you hear at the ones of ego death and this is what most people cling to as their concept of (false) self. This is what he distinguished and then attempted to relinquish because he saw the Game for what it is:

A series of artful deceptions designed to lure one into investing in illusions that only cause confusion by keeping the real truth hidden from their senses and presence. Why? Because it ensures another spin and its the natural bias of the flesh which is drawn toward pleasure and away from suffering. In that respect he left behind the best of everything and willing embraced these demons in order to escape their grip as he stepped on the path toward liberation. Really stop and think about how old this tale is and the countless humans that have incarnated between now and then and it might click exactly how seductive the nature of this Game is when it comes to drawing one in and then keeping you there serving consecutive life sentences.

Round and round, round we go until that silent glow from within asks its ever present question:

“Do you Know the Ledge?”.

Once you’ve heard the Psylense the rest of reality dims and is seen for the illusion it is. Think of it like this:

You see an advert which says “We promise you a life changing adventure and agree to fulfill your wish if you can beat the challenge“. Intrigued you sign up. The deal is cryptic, to say the least. As you tap the keys and read it says something akin to “You’ll know when it happens and when it does you better run toward the place that is calling your name with a quickness”. Days go by, weeks, even. Suddenly, when you least expect it, a van pulls up next to you on the way to the office and a black bag is pulled over your head as you are dragged in. Nobody else notices. You don’t have a clue what is happening. They drive on without saying a thing. Nobody answers your question and no further information is presented. Without a word the door opens, you are bundled out onto a street with hood still firmly winking as it knows the deal of which you’re currently ignorant. You hear the sound of crowds milling all around as the van pulls off as you reach to your head and blink as the light pours in.

It looks like a standard city road, the kind you seen plenty of times. Off in the distance you see a huge clock that is ticking that has your name in block capitals. Lets pretend that you’re pretty swift with the mental aspects and click this must be the challenge. Taking a moment to congratulate them on their theatricality and deception you take off, full pelt, toward your destination. There are obstacles in the way ranging from a man walking his dogs whose leash attempts to trip as well as the glaziers with a sheet of glass that take up the whole pavement as well as a drunk driver dangerously swerving. The sweat is pouring because all of this is by the by and the clock keeps on ticking. You are determined to win, hell bent on conquering this challenge as then it will all be worth it. Your life will have meaning, a sense of accomplishment. You can almost taste the win as you keep on trekking.

Now lets imagine a modern day Buddha was put into the mix. The hood is ripped off and he sees his name in the distance and the clock that is ticking but, unlike you, he knows there is nothing that this outer world can give beyond signs and symbols that stimulate energies within. He takes in the scene. Notices the details. Actually, he stands perfectly still and doesn’t move a muscle. In the distance the clock angrily ticks. He spots that his name started flashing and even the bystanders are stopping to point in its direction. And yet, not one of them has said a thing to him. You’d think that in a busy street a man standing perfectly still on the pavement would attract a glare or comment or such thing. “Nothing” he thinks. “Interesting”. He walks over to an office building he has just seen two people exiting. Before he can turn the handle a security guard stops him and says “Do you have some identification? This is an employee entrance”. Unperturbed he keeps walking and comes across the man with his dogs who respond in glee when he stops to pet them. He spends so much time on this that the walker makes his excuses and leaves with his four legged friends who bark in appreciation of the strangers interest. All the while he was doing this he noticed the glass men kept on raising and lifting a huge sheet with their handles on a side street off in the distance and thus decides to walk across the road instead in order to totally avoid them. This mean, of course, that the drunk driver who is actually sober as hell is now facing in the wrong direction but it doesn’t matter a bit as the clock stopped ticking, long, long ago. He finds something strange about all of this. Something within him says that “You, long ago, ran down this street like a headless chicken in search of something promised. You didn’t realize then but this is it, here, now, this instance. Have you noticed it yet?”.

He sits down, on the pavement, under a street lamp in this urban environment and takes in the details. Time passes and he notices more and more things. Like how the cars keep recycling and the drunk driver keeps on making circuits and yet the policeman walking never seems to notice that he is pantomiming taking a sip from the brown bagged bottle he raises to his lips. The dog walker too keeps going round and round and the people that left one office building walked out of it again. And again. Eventually you hear “Cut!” in the distance and everyone stops what they were doing.

He recognizes the man from the advert that promised him all of these things and says “What the hell are you doing? This isn’t part of the deal. You’re supposed to be running. You know how much its going to cost due to having to keep up this charade with all these people?”. He grins, subtle yet perceptible as the falseness is now Self evident and by realizing this he has just awarded himself with the ultimate gift:

Transcendence aka ending the trance he was in. This is the gift of liberation as then one is in the world, but not of it and that creates a huge difference because its akin to noticing the strings on the puppet or the fact that this street where he sits is actually a set that emulates a real world environment in order to create certain reactions under the pressure of a challenge which never quite delivers on what it promised as its all part of the trick.

Many people will run up and down that street like headless chickens with a myopic focus and fail to spot all of the details that the awakened notice because he clicked the buildings were empty and how this was all a construction that was erected as set dressing to make the entire predicament he was in believable. But only if its taken in from the forced perspective and artificial limits they set…

Now, lets pretend that instead of a challenge you accepted via an advert on the net that street was actually this realm, this dimension, this planet at this moment. What then? If you tell the rest the sketch of what you’ve comprehended they’ll think you’ve flipped your lid even though your nascent transcendence has generated an immense state of bliss within as you remember your previous incarnations within the same thing and how this realization is actually the prize it promised to those who can resist what seems to obvious and is designed to appeal to their senses.

That is the Game of Souls, my friend. And best believe it has you but if you’re still reading there may be hope yet in this incarnation. Ask your Self:

Has anything you’ve ever done so far in life truly satisfied you in the way you wish? In a way that doesn’t tarnish, shift or dim as it isn’t reliant on outer things? These are all part of the weapons, the range of which is formidable, as there are extremely powerful beings invested in this trick and the key to their success is a) making sure you never question their proclamations b) you never reality test and c) you do exactly as instructed without deviating from the script.

If ye will then the Slave/Masters will be glad to make your acquaintance. The details of my run in with them are penned in the seasun where I talk about my near death experience which is the most ironic thing about all of this as that is the greatest illusion that begets the most confusion as people invest in paradigms that were handed to them as the way to win aka a big clock that ticks with their name written in block capitals.

Are we walking along the same street? You’ll find me under the lamp, taking it all in. The Witness, in the flesh. Not of the world, just in. Visiting would be most accurate.

Till we meet again

All in all we’re here to get laid, paid, make the world a better place or escape. Sure at different times we can be a different mix of these traits but look back at your life and drives and you’ll see one solely dominates. Now, the first three are good and they have their time and place but if push comes to shove fourth is in first place for me and has been since I set foot on the stage because, to keep it ultra real, I genuinely dislike this Game as I’ve had enough of playing and would much rather be on my way. But, that freedom doesn’t come easily especially as they entrain you to Self eviscerate all thats great about your innate gifts in exchange for learning the lies they furnish as truths to the fools who Know not the Ledge.

This is why getting laid and getting paid are so seductive because they feel great. the mastery, the conquest the notch count be it women you fillet, fry then marinade or the bills you fold, hold and celebrate. It’s also the reason why these two are mutually dependent in a lot of ways hence second oldest profession and all those other tales. Making the world a better place is mostly given lip service these days by armchair activists as real lasting change takes a type of dedication that ADHD addled brains can’t muster and sustain plus it demands one step in front of the tank of social ignorance but unlike that day back then this will squish you flat in an instant because the being behind the wheel has been programed not to feel and thats the true deal when it comes to the military industrial complex and what it means to kill at will.

Liberation from the Game, such a sweet phrase because it encompasses and squares everything once you innerstand the meaning of who you are, the nature of the stage and, most importantly, whats at stake because its literally your Soul on the line as that is what they desecrate to form their own energeon cubes in outer space. Batteries in flesh encased that are drawn upon via pain to feed and sustain those who have ulterior aims, yes indeed we’re in a strange, strange place and its a shame that this overarching concern occurs so far on the list of most alive that it might as well not take place as they’ll never get round to tit anyway as there is so much to consume and be consumed by. Thats the nature of the Game.

“Keep them distracted, distraught, fed and entertrained”. As long as the crowds bounce between these tentpoles the circus shall remain and none shall think to liberate themselves from time and space by choosing how to play what Game because there are no manuals bar the one you Self create and that only comes from peering inside and beyond your mortal frame. This is where the clowns get nervous as you are a threat to their state, worse still the incumbents also agree with them because they like to be entertained and I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this as its all forming a shape inside your mind that you’d never considered before this time but find familiar in its style as you’ve felt this one before, yes, yes, think a little more, better yet feel into the essence and you’ll comprehend my message because there is nothing new in this world, nothing because you’ve been here before and will again if you don’t heed what I’ve said because the worlds greatest trick is making you think you exist when in reality you are a mirage played out in the parched desert of your own head Witnessed by the delirium of your fragmented awareness which they attempt to disconnect from the source of everything in order to foster a state of weakness which can be controlled, altered and deleted as they see best and this process turns strength into a fearful mess that does what is said instead of thinking and feeling for it Self. You’ve been made a Victim by the only Opponent that exists and he dwells inside your head. Realizing this sentiment makes you the Opponent and he is cast as Victim instead and this is represents the first steps on takes on the path to liberation and why the very thought itself is taken as a threat by those who spin the web of existence because it is, as by doing so you’re cutting off their form of sustenance as they are parasites who can’t exist without those who have a connect to the source of everything. The Prime, the pre-existing. Can you hear the Psylense?

Stop and think about what I’ve just said and then look at your life, this world and all you know from your well trained perspective and be surprised at what shifts as well as what remains static due to being encased with the grip of such immense tension that exists within your nervous system. This is the state of Adulteration. Its a sweet poison most ingest and never question the immense list of side effects that make their Inner Sense dim as their unfinite awareness is shifted into the cell inside their head called the Mind Made Prison.

But, if you’re just here to get laid and get paid then these words and content are of no consequence as they are out of your wavelength. Those who wish to make the world a better place have far greater resonance as this is what motivates their actions but I pen my missives for the 8% who intend to get free or thrive trying as they see the code of the Matrix and are on their way home by becoming the king of their dome.

Till we meet again

Even if the ball and chain were self evident most Slaves would never admit they are this because of what it says about them. Their egoic (false) self image simply couldn’t handle this because it likes to Thunk its all powerful, all knowing and that they are master of this realm, their life and awareness. We both know that isn’t true because otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this, would you? So I decided to whip up Eight Traits of the Slave. Remember to tick the boxes as we proceed and feel free to take time and think about whats said along with how you feel within.

First is they are all suffering. They’ll never admit it though. Especially in the age of pretend that social media ushered in where everyone attempts to sell an image they wish to believe in and hope you invest by transferring your energy to them via the capture of your attention. Like beggars with gold bowls they have not a clue of what they possess and ask for more from those with less who are only happy to acquiesce because they feel better about themselves when bathing in anothers ambiance. Why? Because they can’t shine that light on themselves so its easier to believe in someone else who says their life isn’t a mess and they feel amazing all the time whilst looking perfect as they make it all seem so effortless. Newsflash: Its none of that and they’re actually way more broken than the rest which is why they needed to primp and preen because all of their self esteem is tied up in the screen and so what they feel about themselves needs another to place a crown upon their heads. They’ll never admit this a weakness, nor will they comprehend they’re at the mercy of a fickle crowd and how there will always be someone else coming next who wants their attention for themselves.

You don’t have to be a socially mediated pleb to find a novel solution or experiment in ways to make you feel better about yourself. Some folks think “I’ll get rich, that’ll solve everything” as they work night and day, trying to escape the dread within. Only to find it sitting, waiting them when they finally move into the mansion. On the flip there are those who have nothing and fight to survive every day by crumb snatching. They are in a sense far more honest as they can’t afford to self decept and the rest that follows in, especially for most of modern civilization where they sell dreams to themselves in order to feel better about their predicament whilst not doing anything effective about the schism that powers this, deep within.

Because of this suffering they’re all insecure and these two steps join together to form an immense treadmill. People will do the strangest things in the name of progress, even if they regress, due to their ignorance due to the survival mechanisms built in that are daily exploited by those who know how and which buttons to press to make you fall in to the velvet lined rut of existence that is more accurately called subsistence, for you are not dead but certainly not alive in the sense of feeling vibrant and energetic, full of creative impulses and visions as well as a ready grin that is due to holding your lips with a twist but because of the presence of so much spirit within that its overflowing.

Now because they lack this, a state they once knew well as kids, these Slaves who are a product of insecurity and suffering take to wearing a mask instead. It can be Mr Nice Guy, Ms Sexy, The Bad Boy, The Good Kid, The Doting Mother, The Raging Alcoholic. Doesn’t matter they all represent the same mechanism because its a case of pre social media imaging making in which folks tried to project fragments of what they hope others think of them. Like Care Bears but in reverse in that sense because they don’t send but want you to believe in the “Me” they build inside your head as its to their advantage because it keeps the insecure suffering tamped in and allows them to function in this realm. As you may have guessed people wear many, many asks depending on what the situation says. Saddest thing is the next trait:

They pretend not to wear them. Imagine for a moment you’d been wearing a false face for so long that you thought it was your flesh. If someone said “Here, let me take that off so we can see your natural visage” they’d scream and run to protect because as far as they’re concerned that is them. Its easier to notice this in others first then trace it in self. Alcohol allows it to slip for a moment, often unleashing the inner child within as well as certain forces that hitch a lift and take your flesh for a spin. Haven’t you ever wondered why some people have a drink, totally change character and then rise the next day and can’t remember a thing, whilst genuinely meaning it? Its because that chapter of their life was written in a different pen by someone elses hand in a book they don’t possess therefore they can’t access. Tangent but you know how I be sprinkling…

Why do they wear masks? That brings us to the next step and its because of their childhood which was, for most people, a straight up mess. You inherit from your parents the sum total of their ignorance as they did from theirs before them and so on until someone in your lineage has the insight and wisdom to look within and try something different as that will flip the script. This topic is immense in and of itself but I’ll keep it simple and say it could be a small thing like a baby wailing to be fed at Two AM when its mother is stressed and just wants to rest and looks at then ignores it before finally giving in, more for herself than the kid. The baby has an immense state of resonance and intuitive connection and it feels the energy emanating from its parent as pure hatred and rejection. Due to its currently limited experience and short time of incarnation the Relative Scale of Impact is immense and such things can fracture them from within. If people really knew how delicate children were they would do things so different. Back in the days of the Old Kingdom when a woman was pregnant they would send her away to a natural place, filled with beauty and staffed by old women who would regale her with their wisdom and experience on how to raise the newborn King or Queen as case may be because they were trained to master Self and be in total resonance with all of the elements and this needs nurturing. Most important was the birth process in which they would squat – something nigh on impossible for most modern humans to handle at length and comfort which offers great hints into the problem and solutions – and ensure the baby fell into their hands as then this strengthens the connection and the security felt within to the newly incarnated Soul and his earthbound experience. Contrast that to a slap across the cheeks from a man tired of working long weeks in brightly lit and strangely smelling surgery and you’ll have a key piece of the modern tragedy that swiftly turns men to beasts.

Because of this experience and subsequent programming their Center exists somewhere outside of them. Some pin it on money, power or influence whilst others pick religion, education or various others forms of image building as they leave their natural, custom made threads and wear something off the peg that wasn’t designed for them and isn’t as comfortable. Nature abhors a vacuum so something will step into the abyss that is left from the place they vacated as children and this energy then runs their lives and thus enslaves them to a paradigm that, more often than not, will leave them feeling unfulfilled in some aspect. When questioned they’ll never admit this as it calls into question their investment and thus their intellect and none can handle this so they’d rather continue heading in the wrong direction than turn around and look within to examine what I’ve mentioned. Little do they realize its not them speaking but this energy which needs to feed off their suffering to sustain itself and thus the previous factors all coalesce to reinforce this way of living via social acceptance and tribal thinking. This state also helps immensely when it comes to being manipulated by unscrupulous forces that can then sway them at their whim by using this internal division as a tool to conquer what remains of their awareness whilst increasing their leverage over the adherents who have been trained to say “Yes” so well that the very thought of “No” isn’t permitted to enter their heads.

How do they manage this in a way that is so effective and widespread? Simple, the previous six states generate people that are entirely ignorant of innerG as they constantly misinterpret their feelings, the currents bio electric as well as the seeds that intuition attempts to sprinkle into their awareness. Society en masse evidences this with the strange aches and ills that seem to randomly shift from one place to the next or those linguistic hints like “A pain in the neck”, rear end or other appendages because the body talks but they don’t listen. Babies don’t have this problem and its why they tend to wail in the presence of one who is outwardly cooing but filled with dark vibrations within as they feel their internal flows shrinking and don’t like the sensation and thus protest until they’re back in the electromagnetic field of one who feels coherent. Thing is its almost guaranteed that she will also be damaged as the wounded womb hurts the seeds it births as part of the price paid for generational ignorance and this in turns primes the child to resonate the same spectrum hence why so many relationships play out the worst traits (or invert) what their childhood experience etched upon their slates as they proceed through the Game and lose their Inner Sense. That and innocence are the Self same thing because the labels points at a state of being which is the antithesis of all this Adulteration and still exists within if you’re willing to do what is required to let go and unlearn that which isn’t in your best interests.

Thing is, its not that simple. Actually its quite difficult and thus many are called but only 8% choose themselves. After the previous seven tricks designed to place you at war with your essence the last one is the most deceptive, dangerous and crucial element:

You may have none of the traits above and by some dint of luck had came through the trials and travails of life up until this moment totally unscathed and feeling fresh, radiant and energetic but there is a little something something that can wrap you up within as its a key component of the Mind Made Prison and as invisible yet essential as air is to humans and currently it controls the realm via the spells of its vibration:

If you only speak English you are a Slave. No ands, ifs, or, buts, maybes need make an appearance. No need for discussion as this language was designed to foster ignorance, enhance the schism within, sow hatred and dissent between those who form their lips to express their sentiment with a tongue thats poisoned by the very thing that makes them think. This one is crazy deep and yet ridiculously Self evident. Those who speak another language can easily attest that the structure of English is beyond stupid and the quirks within make no sense and so many other things but I’ll keep it real simple and say reflect on this:

“The traditional British stiff upper lip”. Now we could have a field day on what “Ish” actually is and its link to “Brit” because any place that waves a flag with triple crosses stitched in can’t be fair dealing and if you happen to get ripped expecting them to be honest then its your stupidity for not reading the signs and what they said. Triple crossed, my man, triple. Like one or two wasn’t enough. Its like adding insult to injury and then grinding some salt in to the wound whilst asking “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”. Not for nothing was it said by the Native Americans that “White man speaks with forked tongue” as they handed them smallpox laced blankets. And yet, this is defacto language of the moment and look around at the world it built. Exactly as intended.

Get back to the stiff upper lip it shows a repression of emotion, a limitation of expression and thus what can’t be vented one way will find another way to express. But don’t expect those whose awareness is dipped in this language by itself to comprehend as the bugs in their operating system are seen as features instead and this what they expect. Simple verification test:

English has Past Tense, Future Tense, Present Tense. You thought that meant one thing, a way to express time in relative terms using grammar but it also means something stretched rigid or unable to relax due to nervousness. Did the stiff upper lip just click with why white people have no rhythm? This isn’t a racist thing but you’re free to take it how you wish but contrast the way an English woman moves in comparison to say Spanish, Italian or French. They’re white as well but their language is different and that is why I said its the key to removing the shackles within because the nature of language is invisible. Its the tool we use to build our image of reality itself and those who only speak English sip from a poisoned chalice designed to limit free expression whilst ramping up the tension.

Add in the other elements mentioned and the recipe is perfect to make Slaves in this realm hence why I said the greatest tool in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed. Freedom is an inside job.

Till we meet again

Ask your Self:

Do actors live inside the TV set?

No or yes? The answer seems obvious, even preposterous and yet most who answer in the negative would attest the affirmative that their brain creates their sentience. Newsflash, it doesn’t

One of the most fundamental things to the Game of Souls way of doing things is the primacy of consciousness. After all, you are it and all of this – motions to dimension – is within it. That can be quite mindblowing for those who’ve been trained to accept the script that they are little more than sentient meat. A worthless speck on an immense planet that floats in an abyss and makes them even more inconsequential. Just think of how disempowering that is and it becomes obvious why people are running, that way and this, in pursuit of solutions to make them feel different. See why I said the collective is kneeling at the feet of midgets? Well, the Warrior thinks different and that is all due to consciousness and his relation therein. Let me break it down like this:

Imagine your bones and nervous system are an antenna which your brain modulates as it attunes and edits your awareness via its inherent perceptions and filters. Actually, a simpler way to click would be to pretend you’d slipped on a total immersion VR suit that directly interfaced to your senses. Whilst glimpsing at the digital realm via the goggles it would be extremely easy to believe you are of the world of illusion because its made to fool those who trespass against themselves by stepping in to its grip. Just like that the real you – sans the Earthday Suit that was slipped over your unfinite awareness – is currently caught up in the mix of having a body and being on a planet. It is, quite literally, all a figment of your imagination. How can I say this? “What is the proof?” I hear you yell from the depths of the Reality Tunnel you’re only partially aware you’re digging. Simple:

Epileptics often report a sensation which kicks in just before the convulsions happen where they felt a supreme sense of oneness with all and everything, its remarkably peaceful within even though the flesh is wracked with shaking that can be quite painful and intense. That is the signal of their awareness being disconnected from the flesh. Same thing as dreaming, literally an identical process but missing the steps required for optimal deregulation. Imagine your average day. You rise in bed, shower, fed, dressed, hop in your transportation, sing along to the hits then find yourself strolling into the office. Now, lets pretend that instead of doing that you sat up in bed and next thing you knew you were naked at your work desk getting on with it. Thats pretty much the same thing. The bits in between are missing and they are the points of regulation where your consciousness starts disconnecting from various vessels and aspects of your incarnation. This isn’t metaphysical. Its entirely provable because the same steps happen in reverse but most don’t notice them.

Have you ever noticed that when you get out of bed sometimes it feels like some parts are lagging? Some aspects haven’t yet became active whilst others are still in hibernation? Many call this the “Don’t speak to me until the coffee drinking” begins step. Others say “I’m not feeling like myself”. Doesn’t matter about the labels as they’re pointing to the same thing. How do I know this? Simple, I learned to get familiar with the layers and their subjective experience during various experiments inside my consciousness. On of the most interesting Journeys I took was inducing willful sleep paralysis so my body was at rest but my mind still present. You can try this yourself, its quite visceral yet subtly difficult:

Prep to go to bed, lie on your back and start consciously relaxing your muscles. After a while you’ll get an impulse, a signal or direction which says “Turn over onto your side”. This is fully automatic and it will catch you a few times before you slip out of the habit and interrupt the Pattern. What happens next is interesting as after a few seconds it will attempt again. Then again. After that you’re set because your body will start to drift off into an immense state of relaxation and you are free to explore what happens. One of the most interesting things about this phase is how ridiculously dense your form feels. I managed to get my consciousness down to the feels of nervous system activation and impulses and its quite trippy as it becomes Self evident that your bones, your organs, muscles and the rest all have their own intelligence, their own intents and whims as well as recollections and things that I call Patterns. No wonder we’re such a mess and why so many have said “Whats the matter with me?” as they place a hand upon their chest and ask the honest question that carries all the answers within. Try and it and see what happens.

Dreams are also a perfect correlate of this but flipped because a baby steps into this realm with two fears already engrained in:

One is of loud noises, the other is falling. Both are remnants of the preincarnational imperience in which the big bang is what kicks when the sperm meets the egg as there is an immense flash of light followed by a huge thundering. “And god floated above the waters and said…” you know the rest, yes? Told you, we are that which we are seeking in the flesh and all cryptic scriptures hide what they present as the true owners manual is within and not based on any religion that uses language as that can’t only ever be a poor translation of the numinous and ineffable of which I’m speaking. See for your Self. Thats the whole intent of the Path of Power and this way of living in the Game of Souls because liberation is my aim and these things are simply side effects of that quest and thus I share signposts along the way along with observations and intuitions.

At the moment of conception your awareness is tethered in resonance to the shell that is developing which will be your prime method of interaction with this dimension. Without that manipulation of the elements becomes quite difficult and there also is quite a thrill associated with this five sensory, three dimensional experience you gain from the Game after having inserted your Soul as a credit. For babies this is super intense as they are not fully modulated and thus their cup of sentience overflows and shines upon all around them hence a mothers glowing and why the presence of a child within fills a house with so much emotion. Its like a gas that becomes liquid before being frozen and that state of lowered vibration is what you call life and it scares you to death to think you’ll melt as all you know is restriction. If you spin that back again you’ll click I’ve just given you the key to transcendence.

As we dream we drift off into our own little world within which seems so real and convincing. Until we have another frame of reference. This is an echo of what I said previously about the VR suit draped over unfinite awareness. The brains nature is to make and take things personal as it uses various shades and filters. This is also part of the reason why the imagery of dreams seems quite ridiculous as its speaking a far more vivid and symbolic language. Its also why experiences like telepathy and precognition are so common as well because we are far more open to impressions, resonance and connection whilst sleeping. Not for nothing did the elders say “Place a glass of water near your head whilst in bed then pour it away with hand left upon rising“. Who does that kind of stuff these days? Only those who are still attuned and not fooled by the false views of progress as they tend to drift with a phone next to them. A black cube. Ironic, isn’t it?

Most people don’t realize they’re dead when they die because of the continuance. Just like in dreams there is an aspect of logic and comparison missing so they don’t click that they’re talking to people who aren’t responding or can’t see them. That doesn’t mean the earthbound are entirely ignorant because if you’ve ever felt a random chill, been alone at home and an intense feeling of a presence or stepped into an invisible spiders web that revealed nothing when your hand went to your face to brush it then you too have interacted with the realm of dead but don’t know it yet. Those folks are truly up the creek without a paddle because the Soul reason we dream is being in the flesh is exhausting and each exodus is a “return to sender” imperience that allows the form to regenerate, recuperate and reorganize your energies. This is also why animals who are sleep deprived get dead real quick and those nights of perfect rest have you leaping from your bed with all cylinders firing and feeling amazing. Its all interlinked and in the midst of it all is your consciousness.

For most people this is so far beyond their programming and station that they’d snap the dial off if they attempted to tune in to the wavelength. That is intended. After all you can’t have a fiefdom without Slaves. Thats impossible. In that respect they are listening to the song of life on a single speaker AM radio set that is more static than signal and thus they mangle all of the lyrics as they’re listening. If I could flick a switch and move them across to FM it would become obvious and this is also the same shift that kicks from Inner Sense to Adulteration and its why its so hard to put your finger on whats different between your childhood innocence and current stage of your life sentence. You can’t F with the ineffable, it can only be comprehended. Then it becomes obvious but replication for others isn’t as simple because we all have our own heritage, environment and resonance as well as countless other factors. Thats why its best to work with whats common, like sleep, because once you’ve groked for Self the nature of the Witness who is always constant and present the rest becomes obvious hence you’re with a Game you’re playing by using your Soul as a credit. Twins are another great example of this.

They have one point of origin, one song but two radio sets. This is why they can appear identical and even have some strange ticks called “Twin moments” where both of their moves will be randomly in sync or they’ll say the same things etc etc. Its also why when one dies the other feels half dead because its the equivalent of two drinks being poured from one battle that both have quaffed for their entire experience and now its just them on their lonesome. Plato spoke of this when he said that back when we were binary beings and rolled around like wheels as we had both masculine and feminine energies. Obviously this was metaphorical but it provides an interesting key for those wondering about the nature of duality and why men have nipples in this reality.

During my near death experience there was one point that was super serene. It was amazing really and trying to convey it in text is a fools errand in comparison to the imperience but lets give it an attempt:

In regular embodied awareness your vision present information of around One Eighty degrees around your flesh. Its a seductive habit you get used to quick hence you move your head to take in another vantage. The fact this was missing made it blatantly obvious I was no longer in Kansas as I had what can only be called as Ten Eighty degree vision. Multidimensional perception. It was totally quiet and yet dense, thrumming with potential hence Psylense describes it best as it was me face to face with being faceless. Time was irrelevant. So was the fact that my flesh was dying due to a lack of oxygen pouring in. That came as an observation that didn’t come jib jabbering in like the voice in your head but more akin to a current rising from the lower level up to my current state of consciousness. The info it brings says “He is dying” with no emotion or investment. Just a simple observation. At that point I became aware of looking at my own face and that, true to Narcissus, was a straight trip because a lifetime of mirrors and pics simply cannot prepare you for the moment of seeing how you seem to another human being.

It was fascinating, truly it was. And yet even though it took many words to poorly rep this imperience the fact was it happened in milliseconds that were stretched between the eternal as, all in the same instant, did I take in Ten Eighty degrees, contrast that to One Eighty then bring my resonance back to earthbound realm as I saw my life ending as the observation noted “He is dying”. At that moment something clicked, like becoming lucid in a dream but far more intense and visceral. “That is me” said my old habituated personality due to the resonance of being close and next thing I knew I was back in my flesh, fighting for breath with a heart that was thundering as my body dumped adrenaline to keep my consciousness connected to its link. Like I said, epilepsy offers a lots of hints about this and you can gain some strange effects by flashing lights coordinated with sound to your senses when combined with single pointed focus. Those adventures I’ll detail elsewhen.

All of the above literally took place in seconds and could be written off as the delusions of a dying brain that fragments to protect the consciousness of its pilot and yet it felt realer than real. In that respect its like dreaming and pretending you are someone else entirely before being jolted out of your rest, realizing its two AM and you have a job, children and obligations before drifting back to bed and back into a continuance of the delusion playing out inside your head. Well, apart from the fact that all of those things only exist in this ream where we wear flesh in the Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits. One of the most fascinating things was how I came back to this realm.

I noticed it after I’d restarted my breathing and was steadily working off my oxygen debt as my finger was on autopilot and rubbing underneath my nose tip at the philtrum. There were also a few other moves that happened, as and when, that were akin to brushing and plumping my energetics that I found quite fascinating. Later on as I research into this I discovered that this point is on the central meridian of our subtle energetics and, what do you know, its exactly what you press in case someones consciousness has been severed from their flesh as is the case with epileptics. The other moves were also know and documented by folks I once lived with, in another incarnation, who preferred the isolation of the hills in order to generate cultivation. Its amazing, in that respect, that we are living all of these lives in the same instance because anything that takes place in this dimension has already happened when seen from the lens of the Fourth which is the time through which we swim. Or maybe worms is more accurate hence be as wise as serpents and it starts to become obvious why that which one was worshiped the world round is now hated with a vengeance. Different levels of the Game. Same Souls as credits. AM radio sets, FM twin speakers with bass booming or even CDs and streams. All of them pale in comparison to the live performance which is the song of your existence that is constant on all levels but where we mangle the lyrics. Can you hear the Psylense?

Anywhen, all of that to say the brain doesn’t create consciousness. I could add in things like the Observer Effect, Dual Slit experiment as well as Schroedingers pet cat that was both alive and dead till you decide to check but I’m sure you get my drift. Or maybe you don’t. But don’t worry, you will. When you’re dead. Except now the advantage is that since you read this (and if you signaled to your awareness it was a point worth investing in and considering) then you’ll gain a state of lucidness but all of that is truly irrelevant because the whole point of life in this realm is to prep for that transition hence “get free or thrive trying” is the only way to live for those who dare step upon the Path of Power and question the narrative because its akin to hacking the Matrix and there is more, so much more to this, than you could ever imagine when your mind is reigned in via generations of programming, cultural ignorance on a huge scale and the mass acceptance of ignorance that masquerades as wisdom for a populace that has no Knowledge of Self but is entirely content with playing the Game of “He said, she said” as they bet their life on things of which they have no direct experience.

See, you may think I’m crazy but I know the inmates have taken over the asylum so the litmus test must be this:

Out of us who is the happiest? The most vibrant? The most present? Notice these factors are all within. They are states of resonance and not symbols of social acceptance and the rest which are simply poor approximations designed to hide the fact that your Inner Sense long dimmed and was replaced by Adulteration. The Game of Souls has you, my friend, and the spider that spun this web has you stuck like the net is currently jacked in to your dopamine system as its one and the same thing that keeps repeating through different manifestations and yet the only constant is you. Or, to be more accurate, your unfinite awareness.

Stay lightly dozing with your third eye open. Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again

Worms and serpents are how we seem from Five D space as your frame undulates from conception to disintegration as it makes it way through this stage of the Game. Now, ask your Self, from that perspective at which point would you be most pure? Most in tune with your Self? The highest embodiment of your truth? At the beginning, middle or the end? Which area would you say has the greatest voltage in that sense?

I’d say childhood, we are wise in ways we cannot explain and see things we cannot share as we don’t have any preconceived notions or filters blurring our way, these come later via education, indoctrination and socialization. This is why that time is know as one of innocence or Inner Sense as we’re alive in a way, filled with a light, that most never regain through their entire life nor question where it went but miss, nonetheless.

This is the lost paradise we all crave, the thing we all feel but cannot explain as we age like someone took the sun out of the sky and replaced it with a lightbulb instead. Sure it still illuminates and is better than sitting in the darkness but it isn’t the same, no way. This need is also what fuels us to perform in the world, the hope we can regain this state via external means. Some people pray believing their savior will literally save them even though generations of their ancestors have evidently thought the same way with no results nor change to their lineage. Everyone thinks they can win the lottery till the numbers don’t come up at which point they buy another ticket anyway. Others feel that they should satiate all they crave, make money, get the acclaim, have as much sex as you can whilst others are of a more destructive bent and wish to inflict pain, watch the world burn and hurt whoever they find as much as they can.

In truth we switch between these states, easy as pi, as each segment of the whole has its own hue and in reality is but one thing which manifests in facets during your incarnation. Drawn from these cues we create moods and tell our life story via the misconception of you. Round and once whole but now different. Meet your reality tunnel, my friend:

Why do you buy what they keep shovelling? Why? Because you’re so used to the deception, like frogs in the kitchen that could but don’t save themselves due to ignorance and acceptance. Think of it like a mask, we wear different ones to play different parts but under that the actor remains the same, they never change except many live and die without seeing their true face as society at a large tries their hardest to ignore this fact. Do you know who is under there? Which poor Soul has that fate of being unable to embody themselves wholly in Three D space?

Why, its your inner child.

The one that was broken up, fragmented then reshaped by the filters I’ve spoken of. Its a very elegant trick, one that each parent has felt and in turn inflicts on their kids as they know no different and thus just prop up the System that profits from their disconnection. Its all for sale! What does this image say to you?

From my perspective the only thing worth striving for in life is reconnection to my essence and the voltage it provides and that first requires a clear overview of the Game as it stands, the state of play and not wishful thinking or collective ignorance but rigorous Soul searching, a brutal appraisal of Self – not what we want to be or think but what we feel instead. That always is, was and will be the most authentic but that impulse is covered and hidden by layers upon layers of conditioning and ignorance due to a lack of Self Knowledge you inherited as your internal OS so that which brings liberation is actually interpreted as a condition to be fixed. So backwards. Or maybe its backwords as you heap spells upon your Self to create further division and fragmentation as you cling to your false perspective as its the only thing left. Right?

Long, long ago you lived in your mindbody, everything was seamless. There were times when you’d be lying there, engrossed in something on the floor, could be a toy, maybe drawing and even though you didn’t hear or see you felt when someone entered into the room. Their presence generated sensations, the Adulterated boundaries weren’t yet formed around your consciousness as it was constantly in circulation.

This is why kids have so much voltage, why one is more powerful than a hundred Adulterated as they bring life to a room when they are still fresh from the womb and untainted by this world which will in time place blinders on their eyes, whip their behind and make them run in the race that plagues all of mankind. Dehumanizing, isn’t it? You are all resources upon the global plantation. Slave/Masters I call them for a reason except the chains are internal these days and none are so hopelessly enslaved as those who believe they are free even though each step costs credits that are, at the end of the day, figments of their imagination. This is why you need to be Adulterated in order to accept the BS that Inner Sense would intuitively reject.

This state is then broken so nothing is ever the same, whether by design, imitation or circumstance very few don’t get cut by the blade which severs your connection to Self, thats with a capital S. Hear what I’m saying? Devilish is a dead language, spoken exclusively by those who are little more than moving corpses that shuffle on its last legs. Its a terrible spell and one that intends to install schisms, divisions and conflict with its whole forked tongue thing. It takes a serpent to spot another. This is the oldest trick in the book they writ, way back when. Is the worm turning in your head?

Its so eternally poor when it comes to describing the inner world compared to many other tongues in the world so its no wonder these cultures don’t know things that are well described in others parts of the globe like the true nature of man, the origin of evil and its root causes. Instead people are fed images that are watered down and distorted but just because their forefathers bought it – usually at knife or gunpoint, way back when, when it was either submit to the new teachings or we kill your wife and kids – so it became a tradition, in actual fact a prison because most come from a long line of Slaves that know zip about their heritage beyond the latest traumatic imprint that was accepted without question as the new blueprint of how to live. What does everybody, devout or atheist, actually worship?

Free thinking isn’t tolerated, expected nor trained. No. This is the party line – “Do as we say“. Tell me I’m lying, you know its the truth because you’ve complied, haven’t you? “Look, all I want to do is get ahead, keep my seed clothed and fed” and so on goes that type of ment. Congratulations. You’re exactly the type they meant when they said for evil to win all good men need to do is nothing. Grow a pair. Think for your Self or be complicit in the global extortion racket that hides behind the spiritual pretext and hyper-dimensional sigils to do the bidding of that which you daren’t suspect.

Its a horrendous evil System once you see it with real eyes. Something so insidiously twisted and designed to internally divide so the fools may be ruled and not realize that their ignorance was long ago turned against them and weaponized so like hostages robbing banks they’ve truly lost their minds and identity with their captors. This is the world we find. This is what you were born into this is what you had to adapt to.

They were big.

They had the power.

You were small.

You had the awareness.

Like I said, one child is equal to a hundred of the Adulterated so to suppress this power takes a concerted effort often disguised as lxve – which is a truly insulting word for the state it attempts to convey but mangles – but, like I said about your language, its absurd. A kind of magic, once you comprehend but if its the only one you speak then you’re a Slave to the grave so it is what it is.

But lets get back to the worms:

With that you must agree? Yes? Can you perceive how I feelsee the world? If you’re living as the worm, belly down, in the dirt you feel independent, moving along on your own but seen from a higher perspective each step is connected to another via linkage. Free will doesn’t exist. Free won’t is your only option to make a difference and that only manifests in the present moment. The past left and can’t be touched, the future yet to come. The greatest illusion aka the psychosocial treadmill. Knowing this simple concept to the core of your bones can illuminate your personal Path of Power with a quickness if you develop your wisdom, did you heed the call? If so, where from? Who listened? What put it into motion? To put it in simple terms:

There isn’t a Soul walking the Earth who if offered the option between fulfilling all of your material desires but your inner world remains the same as opposed to your life as is, unchanged but you get to live from now till the end with a childlike state of embodiment where sensation and wonder proliferate that would pick the former. Not one. And those who don’t choose from a place of ignorance as they can’t remember what it felt like to be that child back then. Let me illustrate:

Imagine you have a model, its three dimensional, takes up space so you can move around in it. Lets say its a natural scene, forest, lake, mountains, trees that kind of thing. As a child you ran around and played in this world. It represents your Inner Sense. It was rich, effortless, vivid and fully present. No instruction or guidance needed. Standard equipment, factory features. Once Adulterated you still have the same scene, identical in all respects except on thing has changed. Its now flat as a pancake. A Two D recreation. An image, representation, not direct or sensate. The fact that each freeze frame is actually part of the whole but different becomes the bedrock for further division via religion and other such social instruction (like the internet itself). This is the Game. This is what Slaves never comprehend, schizophrenics intuit (then swiftly lose their minds) and the sages of each age have attempted to render into language for the masses only to be called heretics and worse. Such is the nature of the Game where most are Victims of this process and accept as gospel whatever the voice in their head says as they lack any true sense of discernment along with almost no Knowledge of Self. You could say you are playing against your Self on all levels hence its a Game of three halves and its what you don’t know you don’t know that makes all the difference between being caught in the court as you invest in the deception because of the tort you were taught, back when. Its so Devilish, friends… Past, present, future? All tense. There’s the hint about the nature of the spell hence words are weapons and thoughts are things, comprehend?

As you can tell its pretty hard to differentiate between these states because the Adulterated version of you glimpses within and says “See, cat, rock and tree. Just as it used to be”. Thing is with the old scene you pet the cat, carve the rock and climb the tree. You’ve been tricked into a state of internal poverty as your mind is mined from within by energies you don’t even comprehend as you’re set adrift in a personalized hell that you think is heaven sent. Thats the greatest deception and why those who remain on higher level view this plane and frame it begets as a life sentence because surely ye who are unfinite are now dead to your potential and this is the state I call Adulteration. Granted, not many care and fewer still think at this depth. Plus this is a topic that is never bought up in any form of dialogue because Slaves are bred to Thunk and this isn’t an option placed in that deck that is shuffled in their head via the (false) self and presented to a captive audience who is caught up in their life performance. “Come on in to my web” said the spider, weaving, way before you stepped in to this realm and predicament. Some of us are too fly for this though…

Once you experience your multidimensional Self again you’ll feelsee what I’m saying and comprehend the true meaning of the entire missive because otherwise its just a series of glyphs that are akin to singing for the deaf. But, even if you can’t yet you can clearly perceive the difference between something you moved around in, which had depth and took up space in contrast to an image you can take in its entirety in an instant and have seen time and time again. This is why your life, in terms of your mental realm, is so boring and predictable. Why you’re busy amusing yourself to death and can’t stand to be alone at length. Its why you have an itch you can’t scratch in a place you forget exists. You’ve been Adulterated. The Game of Souls has you, my friend. Worse still are those who have the potential to awaken are often lulled in via the tricks of hoodwinking and then set out to extinguish the light shining in this realm from those they think stand against them when, in reality, its the opposite. One thing, itself “no thing” which is everything. Can you hear the Psylense?

Fools. I pity them. Be as wise as serpents and by that I mean comprehend that your R-Complex is being pimped and thus you are far more powerful than you can comprehend because you’re too busy wriggling through the timestream from life till death whilst being surrounded by socially sanctioned darkness and ignorance. No wonder the screen is so appealing. The light bearer, revealed. The true god of this age that creates in its image:

Ninety degrees when I tell that trick “Please, raise up off these n u teez cos you get none of these”. At ease. Like light bent at the same angle in a vacuum the truth reveals something almost incomprehensible to one caught up in the illusion. You are already dead. Funeral being flipped to “Real fun” should be a hint as well as the whole six protons, six neutrons, six electrons tip that wrapped carbon around your unfinite sentience so you can co-create this illusion. Its why the next step above the serpent is to fly with the wings your bird brain doesn’t click are within and that leads to the ascension to finally become human and that is a state so entirely different to what you’re currently living as you regain your hyper-dimensional awareness and thus comprehend there is more, far more, to this Game than they’ve lead you to Thunk.

Till we meet again