The hardest thing to see is that which perceives. In that respect you can think of “me” as a collection of illusions that foist the delusion of life on Earth being real. Granted, to many that may sound like straight up insanity because they Thunk, therefore they are but thats exactly it. Exactly. What do I mean?
From my lens, imperience and perspective we are pure consciousness, first and foremost. This I’ve called the canvas upon which the ink of life does spill and then as aspect of yourself takes in this image and falls into its projection does the Game begin. In that respect its like a trick wrapped in a riddle that hides the truth within because you are all of these things, on some level, and yet also something much more fundamental. This basic state, this primal wavelength is what I call Inner Sense. Its who you are in and beyond this realm of three dimensional incarnation and yet the truth is as invisible as it is ineffable. Think:
If all you’ve seen is the image and then taken the great work of the artist as your fundamental point of reference then you are firmly entrenched within the Reality Tunnel you’ve been digging since your inception. What do I mean by this? Imagine you were plugged into a fully sensorial VR experience and part of the immersion was believing your avatars fairytales as they underpinned your adventure in consciousness. That is this. The real you, the one reading, when resonant with the painting, has no clue about the nature of canvas, its purity or presence. The fact that without it the rest is impossible is entirely lost of them because they’re invested in the concept it presents to their awareness:
“You are a body, on a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball” aka the base totality of your reality. Doesn’t that sound a tad ridiculous? Dreaming is a huge hint because you can be as invested in illusions that beam behind closed eyelids and its only till you gain a higher perspect, ironically another illusion, that you glance with confusion at what you accepted previously as certain.
If I could flick a switch and remove your habitual filters and perceptions that tell you “The way it is” you’d click, in an instant. Without that frame of reference who knows what unfolds in your sentience as the construct needs to keep you invested. Such is the nature of the Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits. The immersion is so great, the illusion so immense and all consuming that it can make you, a multidimensional resonance, believe they are human. Tell me that isn’t the wildest thing?
And yet, its so easy to buy in. So easy. But ultimately a total illusion that we can prove really well by short circuiting the process:
Even when you know its totally fake as long as the stage is set in a certain way and you’re gazing from a forced perspective you will believe the ridiculous and react like its authentic. Eye opening, isn’t it? Now take that and expand it beyond a false limb and take it to its logical conclusion and a brand new level of the Game shines in your awareness. Its a fabulously convincing illusion because its designed like this and, in its current form, people are resonant to the most basic painting that they’re hypnotized by geometric shapes and catchy slogans. So much so that they think they’re them and thus the comedy of errors collects interest and uses your attention as a weapon because its constantly misdirected into making the illusion seem realer than real. Not for nothing, haven’t you ever wondered why movies ship on “reels” and how they’re machines to generate feels by drawing you into another realm that doesn’t truly exist as they present it.
One trick, many methods and the applications are as varied as they are evident once you’ve peered behind the curtain because it all seems obvious. And yet, its the hardest thing to see. Probably impossible without the direct experience but I’m certain some can intuit the true meaning of this text whilst the meat puppets will deny such a thing. That is the power of this collective hypnosis and why its so entrancing as the longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch.
I really have to hand it to them. Call them what you wish but whatever intelligence, and it may just be us, on another level, that built this certainly knew the best way to put the cat among the pigeons was by preventing them from seeing the obvious. Its all a ride, thats all it is. The mind is so powerful it makes it real, in that respect, due to the energetics you use to buy in to the narrative of your (false) self. Transcend this and the truth of your multidimensional nature as pure consciousness becomes Self evident as new vistas of perception, way beyond the narrow range of the EM spectrum you’re currently decoding, unfold inside your awareness and this is akin to the lotus blooming in the filth of the third dimension then affording you a greater perspective.
In that respect its really like rising from a dream that, a moment ago, you totally believed. Or, as they said back when, wheels within wheels. The trick to pimping the pimp is remembering the space in the mid around which it all spins is totally interconnected as the prime cause of motion and yet totally still as well. The balance of opposites. Can you hear the Psylense?
Think or Thunk? Life has you drunk. Sipping from its cup of ignorance before you took your first breaths.
Just as your parents did and theirs before them, drew deep and took their fill. This is what happens when you step down to this level in a Game of hide seek raffling your divinity to the devil in exchange for a hard lesson that most are forgetting as they’re caught up in the prison of third dimensional living wondering why its all the same.
Never different.
Lets kick start the lesson:
You think you think just like you think you know when in reality you Thunk Here’s how so:
Thunking is processed.
It takes old thoughts the already imparted opines and designs from other minds and rearranges them to find pretty much the same each and every time.
This is the filter the bias the thin slice of life that makes people wonder why “Why is life so boring? Why is each day like the rest? What happened to the fun? The creativity and the rest?”
As they sit back with a head filled with reruns of what they once said. Never a new thought, new inspiration or perspect.
Nope.
Thats the Thunk talking.
Doing what it does best which is regurgitating its waste again and again.
This sad little truth is most peoples inner realms.
Totally different to the Warrior he is on a whole nother plane as his thoughts are free and can change the way he thinks about himself and everything else in this Game. He has the same brain but uses it another way whilst Slaves, they’re stuck on a treadmill. All that effort and no progress to be seen.
Standard procedure these days where the ignorance multiplies and fear hides inside the minds of those who hear words that don’t fit proscribed styles as throwing rocks at the throne. Highlighting the imposter in their dome who is perched on their throne and they believe is them.
“Nooooooo!!!!!””
Hear them scream as they run off in a sweat. See, the very thought of this being the case is enough to make a man mad or at least half crazed.
After all if you’re being tricked by your brain then who facilitated the charade? Who crafted the escapade which left you alienated from your original state?
A lodger in your own space paying attention like rent so you’ve got nothing left to think outside the box as the Thunk has you locked inside the Mind Made Prison.
It does what it does best: contains, trains and entertains again and again and again.
The first step to mastery is realizing this is the way it is. You can’t change anything until you accept it. The second is the will and desire to make a change. Intent is everything. The third is open your ears and hear what I have to say because willhelpme will help you navigate the darkened interior space in which your Inner Sense is caged since that fateful day and remains enshrouded in a corner that isn’t actually that far away.
So, don’t follow me. Walk beside me instead and see how this came about and you may find you’re free from the state called Thunking as there are an unfinite array of options just awaiting your consciousness to actualize their potential.
That is the Warriors way. 8%. Thats all that is capable of making the change and they get to unwrap the gift of the present moment and thats when you hear the Psylense and it becomes Self evident:
“I am multidimensional. My brain creates consciousness as much as actors live inside the TV set. What part of the Game is this? Why on Earth did I ever believe such blatant foolishness?”
And other such questions and wonderings about the nature of life, death and all betwixt as well as more, so much more than Thunk could ever imagine as it rearranges stale concepts in a constant state of Adulteration whereas Inner Sense is, as the name suggests, our prime state of being our natural option and is the quiet question that remains unasked in the land of Thunk as the Slaves accept “Second nature” as their default programming without ever stopping to think whatever it could be obscuring and why so much effort goes into the deception.
Its why people want to be rich, have followers and wield influence as well as getting good grades, careers and the right pension. Pretty much every single desire in this realm is predicated upon it and spotting in effect is next to impossible for most people. If validation is the carrot then unexamined trauma is the stick. In that respect the loop of head in rear end represents two things:
The incorrect use of waste and a hint about how backwards all of this is because why on Earth would anyone think that something external could shift the internal from where the motivation springs? I know, strange isn’t it? I really do think the race is insane crazy, driving Miss Daisy as the collective is thundering off a cliff like people following their GPS and not seeing whats right in front of them. See what I meant about the darkness of where there head is? The evidence is all around us.
There is an immense feeling of liberation that comes with this. I felt it wash over my consciousness from a place deep within. It wasn’t dramatic like previous moments of watershed because it felt like removing a stone from your shoe and no longer having to walk with a limp or suppressing the signals from registering in your consciousness as your actions damaged your presence due to the lack of awareness. No, in this case it felt like this is how its always been, should’ve have been and anything else is straight up ludicrousity. It also means I’m free because the voltage that was being used to generate the resistance that previously created the sense of lack from within is no longer present.
Imagine you are walking through the desert and its a life long trip. Every day the waterman comes by and sells you a few sips. He knows his role is essential and he takes all that he can get as you scrimp and scavenge all you can to pay his bills as you hope that once you get to the end you’ll find your own personal oasis that makes it all worth it. I too used to think like this. So much so that I skipped quite a few steps in the rush to get ahead and was making more money than I could spend before puberty had kicked in. This was back in the days pre-digital because I can only imagine what I’d have got up to if I dropped into the Game at this stage with the same intellect and thirst for materialism.
Even back then I realized it was a form of compensation because of the rush it brings. Not just making it but spending it as you stunt on the rest because what you’re quietly stating in bold red print is that you are above them. The need to be special, to be noticed, to be different. Validation comes in many forms and there is a certain satisfaction that kicks from being a wild High School jit that skates around in a red BM which is way above the pay grade of those that profess to purvey an education. If you’d asked me then I would’ve responded with a childs arrogance that “I not only know the sketch but am intimately acquainted with the artist as life is about getting it in, spending it as quick. He who dares, wins”.
I laugh now when I think of my mindset then. After a few more orbits of the sun and further progression up the spiral it would be a safe bet I’ll do the same with my current perspective after being seasoned with more imperience. Life is a constant process of evolution in that sense and I now get that when it was teaching me one thing as it fed me the fruits of the moment my insight back then also caused me to plant seeds which grew into the orchard from which I currently tap these keys and share the fruits of my garden with thee.
Do I still like shiny things, pretty girls and having my name ring? Sure, who wouldn’t? Lets not kid ourselves because it is what it is. The difference is that whilst these blips are still in my top ten the gap between number one and the rest is now so immense that they may as well be running in another race they have no chance to win because that which is leading is what I can do for you. Wild, isn’t it? Its like my cup overfloweth and my thirst is quenched. What made me think of this? I realized, from the depth of my being, what actually is important. How did I do this? By asking my Self a question and then looking within:
“If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?“.
The answer was extremely liberating. The only thing I wanted, desired or wished was to spend every single moment of that communicating my perspective with the world about the Game of Souls. What it is, why we’re here and – most importantly – how to find the exit when you take your last breath.
I’m no stranger to death. Matter of fact you could say that we’re quite intimate as last time we met she kissed me on the lips which my blood stained red as she grinned and said “Fairest of them all and all together lxvely” before dropping me with a wink. In the land of the blind the one eyed man is King but what if someone happens to skip from eyes wide shut to pineal blazing? Isn’t it amazing that buried deep within our heads is a fully functioning optical circuit. We know nature is stingy and yet don’t seem to question why such a thing is hidden or placed this way as it makes no sense. The truth of the matter is we are multidimensional beings who lose what we don’t use as we’re artfully misled and this ignorance is as dangerous as its profitable because its what makes the tills ring.
This was another something I realized quick because I wondered why so many people were miserable unless they were under the influence of something. Around my way this was so common as poverty had them in their grip and thus this provided an immense motivation to get rich quick so I could blow money fast as I lived for the moment. Funny, isn’t it? How people view that addiction as good but the other is seen as wicked and yet they all scratch the same itch whose name is escapism due to an inability to accept the present moment as it is. This is the proverbial head in rear end thing and why seeing it is so difficult as there is nothing to contrast or compare when one thought keeps echoing:
“I am not enough”.
Four words that sum up the length and breadth of most peoples life sentence. In order to not accept this they line up to buy the dreams they’re selling for the proof they manufacture whilst lying to themselves about the true state they’re in:
“Once I get this new job then I’ll feel amazing. They’ll see my talent”.
“All I need to do is collect one million followers and then…”.
“Two point four million, liquid. Once the F U money is on deck then watch what happens”.
They seek to create a change within by using an external, socially sanctioned barometer as a frame of reference to generate it.
Listen to how mad that sounds. Its certifiable once you’ve seen through the trick as you can’t help but wonder why you didn’t notice this. Imagine you are overweight and instead of changing your livit you decide instead to pay a company who rents out mirrors with built in distortion. They secretly come in and change al the ones in your home with those designed to make you look a bit thin at regular intervals so it seems you’re making progress. They also provide clothes with labels stitched in designed to mimic this progression by telling nice little fibs that foster your delusions. Sounds ludicrous, yes? After all all you’d have to do is glimpse down at yourself as you waddle around or catch a glimpse at a scene that wasn’t augmented and the truth would be obvious. How on Earth could someone fall for this? Well, what if their head was in their rear end? What then?
There would be no mode of comparison. No, there would simply be a load of people walking around paying top dollar for various ways of concealing the stink as well as racking up a light bill used to generate false illumination as they wander around in the darkness seeking solutions that won’t change a thing as they are built on the premise which draws its strength from Self deception.
You are back in the desert. Parched and tired as its been quite a trip since you last saw the waterman. You are almost delirious as the heat is at fever pitch. Off in the distance you are quite certain you see an oasis and its presence stirs something within as you feel yourself motivated into action. You draw closer and closer, overcoming resistance, as you place one foot in front of the next whist licking your lips at the thought of thirst you’ll be quenching when the waterman pops up, unexpected. “Hey, there you are. Its your lucky day, here, you win. Take as much as you can drink” he says. You are beyond grateful and think “What a kind man this is” as you sip that most refreshing beverage. “Hop on” he says “I’ll give you a lift and you can keep quaffing till we get to your destination”.
The strange thing is now it suddenly seems further in the distance. “Thats odd” you think “I could’ve sworn I was almost there before the waterman popped in and hit me with a veritable ocean of sips. That was so nice of him” you reason. Well? What would you pick? Why? If you chose to press on to where you were headed because time is of the essence and you’ve been offered a free ride with as much as you can drink then please close this page and never visit it again. I hope you find what you are seeking but willhelpme is not for you on this incarnation.
Everyone is walking around the desert and paying top dollar by the sweat of their brow for their daily sip but very few question how their own personal garden of Eden got like this. The waterman in this case if those I call them Slave/Masters and for them business is booming. My oasis is also a threat to their occupation of your head because were you to reject the offer they made and press on to see what happens you’d see a very different side of them. One which is far less carrot and much more stick aka the threat of being beaten with it, punished or otherwise dealt with in ways quite unpleasant. In that sense the Warrior reps that “One weird trick that brings enlightenment” but there is no bait to be clicked. Nothing to be switched. Everyone is invited but only 8% of the populace will choose themselves and the rest will, at some point, hate me and my message due to what it reps as they are comfortably numb inside the cage of the Mind Made Prison and thus see liberation as a threat even though it is that for which they are thirsting and searching as they trudge around the desert of the lost they were placed in.
The sands are constantly shifting. It truly is hard to tell direction after the winds have been blowing and, aside from the waterman who is as solid as death and taxes, you haven’t Witnessed another Soul for as long as you’ve been within the grip of this harsh environment. In reality its like you are sitting there with a VR headset on augmenting your awareness and you’ve been trained to ignore the fact that its tricks are designed to fool your awareness which then makes it real and sees disconnection as a threat. Some of you will think “Well, how did I see that oasis? Was it really a delusion?” as you watched it recede into the distance as the waterman plied you with beverage. Not long after it vanished his vehicle was spluttering and he said “Ah, that is a problem. Stay here, I’ll be back in a moment” and took the remaining water within him. You wait, patiently. The sun rises and sets then does it again. And again. And again. You are almost at deaths door when he comes by on a camel and says “Hey, I can’t give you a lift as I’m reduced to this and she’s fully loaded. Also I can’t offer you any freebies so if you want to drink this” he intones whilst waving a canteen in front of your sandpaper dry eyelids “Then you’ll need to sign and accept these terms and conditions” whilst waving a contract of obedience slash salvation. What would you do in this moment? Most people will reach up with a shaky hand and place their name next to the X as they sip what they’re handed in order to keep on living, keep on pressing, as they trek through their own personal desert of ignorance.
From that moment on things are different as you are now not just in his debt, you’re in his pocket as well and he can do what he wishes as you are his willing subject. Not only are you now entirely dependent on him but he also sets the rules of engagement and expectation which adds insult to injury, given your predicament. Most people simply cannot digest that that which sustains them is also destroying them due to the nature of their ambivalence which segments their once unified awareness. This is how they tricked you into sitting in the cell of your Mind Made Prison as their business is suffering and its very profitable as they know how to twist the spirit of the law that allows you to bruise the letter which then is akin to trespassing against your Self and thus you reap what you’re sowing which is more pain and escapism.
“What are the odds of you showing up now?” said the one near the oasis who is puzzled by timing of the watermans appearance. “I don’t believe in coincidence. Were you watching?”. “What?” he says “Don’t be crazy, you sound like a schizophrenic. I’m doing a good deal and square business. I don’t do this to get rich and ride around in the desert selling drinks to keep you fit and well. I don’t even charge that much considering you don’t have another option” he adds, overplaying his hand and laying it on thick to appeal to self interest. At that moment you notice the sign above the oasis twinkle and it says willhelp to your vision. “Didn’t” you correct “But now I do so lets see what happens” you said and strode off into the distance.
The owner comes out to greet you with face hidden. Not a word is said as he hands you a drink that you raise to your lips. The hit is immediate. There is something quite different about this water as its almost sweet in comparison and quenches you from the depths in a way you’d never felt since the days of back when. You walk into the oasis and it is beautifully equipped and oh so soothing. There is a pool within which to swim and it all feels so relaxing. “Its like coming home” you think and wonder why you can’t remember leaving. As you unwind and feel decades and decades of tension draining from within as you discover brand new levels of freedom you never suspected exist. Eventually you climb out with a spring in your step and refreshed energetics as you look around for the owner of the oasis. Nowhere to be seen. You do, however, spot a letter on the desk which is neatly folded and to you is addressed. Flipping it open you read and it says:
“Congratulations, you are the first lucky visitor and have claimed your oasis. Its so nice to have you back again as we have been patiently waiting. I’d suggest opening the curtain of this tent to take in the scenery”.
You walk over expectantly and are blown away by the greenery. The birds sing as they sit in the trees and they are stand as a testament to the fertility of the land as they are loaded with fruit and beauty. “What the…” you think as you take it all in. A part of you thinks this must all be a hallucination as you’d been wandering so long in the sands of time that this seems like an illusion. The truth of the matter is this:
You’ve been tricked into living a life that redirects your attention and has you lost in the desert as that is very profitable. In many ways its the challenge of this stage and boss fight par excellence for those currently playing the Game which takes your Soul and uses its as a credit as it wraps a carbon based form called an Earthday Suit around your unfinite awareness that creates this three dimensional imperience you are actually co-creating. The waterman know this and this is why they rule by signs and symbols as its strictly business for them and the players are little more than resources to be exploited. The garden is a metaphor for your natural state I call Inner Sense. Life did what it does best and people were left Adulterated. These are the sands of ignorance that many will pretend and fight to death if anyone dares to say it is. In that sense everyone is invested in the Emperor’s nakedness due to generations of gaslighting. “He is the waterman, he is our salvation. We must do as he says” they state. Just as programmed. This is why I asked those who’d go with him to jet and never visit my site again because this message and anything else I’ll be sharing is only for the 8% of the populacecapable of hearing and applying it.
The rest will catch feelings, focus on the wrong things and totally misinterpret what I’m sharing as they react to not what it actually in front of them but what that voice in their head tells them they should do next. That I simply have no need or wish to deal with because you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink and thus most will live and die without realizing that all they are seeking is within.
This isn’t something new age or pop psych like all those trends that promise to sell you a secret that doesn’t change a thing as you’ll still be wandering round in the desert, thirsting for a drink. No, the Path of Power is eminently practical but only the Warrior is willing to step and battle his ignorance, question her assumptions and examine their perspectives because then it becomes Self evident that there is not truth or merit to what they’ve been invested in. To many this can be a fate worse than death and this is something the business interests exploit well and its why change is often promised quick but is actually very slow to happen as the frogs in kitchen start sweating while the heat is turned up in increments. But, they’ll never escape before death sets in and they’re served after being slow cooked to perfection.
I haven’t figured it all out yet. I am seeking the truth and this is a work in progress but I feel from my depths that the question and the hearting is a very worthwhile investment. In life we have these things within I call Patterns. They actually run the show and are akin to pearls being formed within oysters as they cause great irritation to the soft and sensitive skin. Over time this becomes numbed and its quite ironic that people are in a quest for numbers as that just offers more of the same thing. You don’t want money, fame or praise. You are actually seeking feelings. Realizing this brings a step toward freedom aka pulling your head out of your rear end and taking in the state of the desert where each grain of sand represents ignorance. The good news is its just an illusion because the oasis in question that will help dwells in your chest. Thing is at the moment your Inner Sense is locked up in a cell in your head. This is the real quest, the real call to action and thus it clicks the outer is a huge theatrical event filled to the gills with deception in order to capture your attention.
There is nothing it can give because you want feelings and the first you must question the numbness before being willing to think different. The waterman, manifesting as the impulses in your head that passes labels on how to think to the Witness it placed in a cell of the Mind Made Prison is hell bent on ensuring you don’t take that trip into the oasis because that would turn the desert back into the garden and its the end for them as you are back in resonance and, once again, possess that coherence and alignment with all and everything, in and beyond this realm.
This is why I am a threat because I remind you of the things you were made to forget. This is why you will see them attempt to kill, discredit or slander me as they have done so previously with all that stand against the System and tell it how it is. Its a miracle I’ve made it to this very moment as I bet on my Self and kept on pressing. Your mind is being mined from the inside and your awareness is behind enemy lines where the best is kept as a living hostage. Kneeling at the feet of midgets, I call it, and standing up to your true length in order to demonstrate your full strength requires a level of willingness that many are simply not willing to grant themselves as they are so invested in the story which exists nowhere else but inside their heads.
Can you imagine how it feels to not want? To know with a sense of certainty and abundance within that you are absolutely perfect and present in the moment as you unwrap the gift of existence and move to the rhythm of the tune that sings within and who you truly are in this realm. Don’t you want to experience higher states of consciousness via the embodiment of radiant health as you help liberate your ancestors which are still alive at this very moment and actively communicating as all is interconnected. Actually thats a bit advanced for someone who hasn’t yet stepped below the neck because everything talks once you can hear the Psylense so lets start with a question I’d like you to ask your Self:
“If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?”
Grab a pad, push the pen and write down those answers and realize that you and everyone you know will one day meet death. Life is not endless in the flesh but we act like it is and thus put off what is important in exchange for what is frivolous. I asked my Self this earlier today and the answer that came back was this:
“I’d connect to the net, start streaming my consciousness and lay out all I think, know or imagine that I feel will help benefit and create a lasting change within with the intent to build a better world for the children as I teach those suffering how to deal with the root of their problem in a way that is as powerful as it effective. Get free or thrive trying”.
That is my only wish. That which sits at number one on my list and everything else pales in significance because there is nothing this world can give me but what I can gift is priceless.
Do not follow me. I am just a signpost. Reach your own Self realization so you too can offer your flame of illumination along the way for those also seeking the way back home. At the end of the day why would you consent to an authority on you that is outside of your Self? Doesn’t the fact that this is not only accepted but expected reek of the collective psychosis we inherited upon stepping into this realm? Wilder still is one who points out the inmates have taken over the asylum is seen as unhinged. What a world!
Ask your Self:
Is your internal operating system working as intended? Is it delivering the results you wish? Are you in good health? High spirits? Relating well? Open to the experiences you’re seeking as well as countless other things I’ll let you define in private. If not then why not upgrade your paradigm? Change your thought and, by definition, life too will shift. Once you grok this it becomes exceedingly obvious that the Game is mental. The irony, its palpable.
Anyway, this is just a brief missive as I get back to cheffing because whilst my fingers have done the talking via text its time to add some audio visuals to the mix so please adjust your thirdeyevision as I intend to interrupt your regularly scheduled programming with a little something something. Tune in threemorrow, same time, same station!
We live in times of unrivaled comfort. A quick peek inside your fridge shows food from various continents and you have the world at your fingertips via the net and more entertrainment than you can imagine. All of these things are Trojan Whorez in the sense that you grok not to the conquest they present as you’re too busy enjoying the gift and not spotting what you missed. What do I mean? Simple:
“Ah! There’s nothing to eat in this house!” said when there actually is plenty. Same when it comes to that doomscrolling or scouring for a flick and then jumping to another within seconds. The same can be said of relationships, interests and pretty much anything. We have became a surface level species whose minds are spread thin and thus are scared of the depths. Some of us, however, prefer to swim in the eternal darkness of the subconscious and its from there I share this missive.
Down here the perspective is quite different. See, I call 81% of the populace Slaves as they work on Click-Whirr Patterns that are installed in their childhood and run their entire existence. They, as expected, have no clue of this and thus are pretty much sleepwalking mistaking the false world in their head for reality as it is. Whats most interesting about this, however, is how once you know this you can spot these chunks of Thunk being shifted and rearranged inside their head as they are oh so predictable. Not only this but they get defensive when challenged as there is a part of them that needs to believe in the fabrication whilst another aspect knows the deal stinks. This is why I’ve said the spell “individual” is actually more accurately expressed as this when uncontracted:
Perfect, isn’t it? This is that Inner Sense that thrives within and smiles at discovering new things, challenging assumptions whilst enjoying the thrill of figuring it out for themselves. As you can guess this is what gets Adulterated and thus the Game begins where people think they’re thinking when they’re actually Thunking. I mean, ask your Self, when was the last time you had a train of thought that wasn’t entirely predictable from here to the end? And yet, you still engaged with it. You kept that hungry phantom fed with your energetics and intent. Why? Because you skim the surface.
In all truth and honesty most people are quite miserable. The strangeness is we have so much stuff in excess and yet people still feel radically unfulfilled. Thats why we have so many bread and circuses as well as shiny logos and pointless movements that won’t change a thing to rally behind as people yearn for a sense of community and connection that is totally lacking at the present moment. Ironically even going back two or three generations and it was standard to kick it with the people where you lived as we were far more organically social. Screens put an end to this. An interloper steps in, offers connection and delivers isolation instead. Same blueprint, different opiate. And yet people line up for another hit. This is why I said that comfort hides conquest as there are quiet weapons being used for the silent wars they wage. Let me give you an example:
One fine day I done all that was needed. Now, I’m not the type that ever carries a mobile but I do hammer the net a fair bit. Granted, its mainly for learning as opposed to just getting another dopamine hit but, no matter how you rationalize it, its one and the same thing. Quite often I just vanish. Step away. Disconnect. This was one such event and I decided to invest in some quiet contemplation as I communed with Self. Nobody around, no distractions, no music or conversation. Just profound silence and a state of observation. Now, I’m no stranger to my inner realms and what was originally planned to be a three day thing had another four added on to the end as it felt so amazing to gain conscious awareness of the levels of tension I was carrying underneath my coping mechanisms that used comfort and distraction as a way to hide them. The feeling is quite magnificent to one familiar with Inner Sense. To the rest it may seem like their own personal slice of hell and that is quite ironic because one only finds enlightenment by stepping into the darkness and then adjusting their third eye vision.
I felt fresh, clean, bright and light. The experience was the reward as the destination was the journey but the version of me that strolled back to life, back to reality, was not the same as the one that left. More refined, more at ease. Like a factory reset had taken place and blew new wind into my sails. I was floating. Until I turned on my phone and was hit with a cascade of notifications.
The energy emanating from the screen could be described as nothing less than pure evil. It was cold, surgical and draconian. I actually felt its presence wafting from the black cube I was holding and it filled me with an intense sense of repulsion hence the device was defenestrated. The comparison of states was so immense that it really made me pause and reflect. Granted I’d been eating nothing but the plainest food with no seasoning as well because I wanted the full reset but it really made me think about how this tech and progress is actually robbing us of our internal resources by bringing the world to our fingertips. That is quite something because we are a lazy, lazy species and if anyone can make things easy then stepping back isn’t something most would pick and yet it becomes quite obvious that comfort hides conquest.
Take dating apps, for example. There is a well known joke about the store that sold men that highlights how women think like cats whereas men are more like dogs with their affection. I mean, everyone knows that the ladies are stone cold realists when it comes to affairs of the heart as they use whats between their legs to generate the best return on investment in terms of feathers and or nest and the rest whereas men are actually hopeless romantics in staunch denial of this. In many ways we’re a schizophrenic species and the ways these apps are built are designed to widen the schism because there is a handful of men running through all of the women in rotations whilst the rest languish in eStalking after being left on read. “So what?” says the hypothetical women. “It just made it more convenient to filter the trash and every girl knows we compete amongst ourselves hence we flaunt diamonds and shiny things as proof of our skills and this is why our besties chop and change like the wind because todays flavor of the month can be tomorrows allergic reaction. Get with the program, grandad!”.
Thats exactly what I mean though, exactly. See, what the screen won’t tell and most don’t click is the only relationship worth investing in this realm is the one with Self. The rest is mere distractions because who you attract reflects your inner realms hence the girl who constantly gets cheated on or the man who attracts violent women and is scared to tell his friends that his ass is constantly getting whipped or he’s psychologically belittled. Actually, that part of relationships is intense and I’ve had some interesting sessions with clients who were totally oblivious to the fact they’re the common link. It really made me wonder how this subconscious radar does its thing to pick the dysfunctional one out of a crowd and then start relating. That was in the past though. These days it won’t even get to that level. More reach but spread thin, remember what I said?
Comfort hides conquest because we’re interacting through a flat plane that, by its very nature, is inauthentic. Same can be said for the foods in your fridge that are out of season, not in local resonance and, quite often, edited and manipulated to ensure their trip across the continents to your shelf allows them to present the illusion of being fresh. We have, as a collective, slid into a simulation of the old reality that us Eighties kids knew well. The digital babies won’t know the difference and, worse still, those that come a few generations later will be born plugged in as it clicks why the apple of your eye is called Siri, now flipped, and inserted directly into their iris as they look back at us like we do cavemen.
There is a huge project underway on the planet and it ramps up the heat in degrees in order to prevent the frogs sitting in the pots from exercising their strength and saving themselves. Instead they sell and tell them, via jingles and celebs, that this is the sauna experience or global warming and such things. In reality this is hells kitchen and the master of ceremonies is well versed in the art of deception as he penned the chapters and thus they flow via the helps of his assistants.
Granted, you drop this ether on the average and they’ll sit their scratching their heads and wondering what the point is. This just attests what I said about Thunking and its predictable nature, doesn’t it? As well as how they’re scared of the depths, skim the surface, are spread thin, totally saturated with distraction and yet equally anxious but too busy fronting to admit it.
I might tell you a story one day about a really pretty girl who had followers in the millions and dropped it all in the recycle bin to pursue a life more authentic after one conversation with your man pushing the pen as she was smart enough to click the deeper meaning of my message when she felt it activating parts she didn’t know she possessed. Last I heard she’d learned a new language and was baking cakes in Madrid. A totally different kind of wealth. One that came by ditching the comfort and seeking conquest instead because that was how she responded when asked the question:
“Lets imagine that all things are equal within but the other version of you has a face and body that is ugly as sin. What would you do then?”.
Her response was instant and nothing more needed to be said due to the straight line in Tetris moment that led to her flinging her cell, disconnecting from the image building and upping her wavelength to rise to the challenge of taking the road less travelled vs the path of least resistance that truly hadn’t delivered anything beyond running on an emotional treadmill that was equipped with room service and as much dopamine as she could handle.
Instead of the world coming to her she went to it and, in the process, totally rewrote her internal operating system to create an existence which now has layers of depth instead of being spread thin and is shared with far more intimate connections and private moments where she is fully present and unfolding from within versus skimming the surface and living connected yet disconnected.
81% are Slaves. 11%, Slave/Masters, called so because they profit from the distractions. The remaining 8% are Warriors and thus feel free to go against the grain because they know their discomfort zone is where the magic happens.
The road three liberation is strewn with thorns Thorns that were placed before I was born “What if I threw them?” I wondered
What if all your problems in this existence have a direct link with a previous incarnation?
Wouldn’t that make sense?
Not just yours but all the blood that flows in your veins
Now you’re getting it The scale of the Game is quite immense and yet so simple
The perfect contradiction The ultimate seduction The wildest trip you could ever imagine
Where many are called in but few find the exit
The road three liberation is strewn with thorns Not due to any ill will bad intent or shenanigans but as reminders Reminders of whats been whats coming and why you’re doing this
Think of them as hints A swift nudge and wink Then use this insight to decode your circumstances
Suddenly a lot more makes sense
Life is a huge joke in that respect because after a while you step not on thorns but rose petals instead
Its simply a matter of perception because whilst the coal may scream as the pressures are immense plus they never relent the diamond transcends and shines with a brilliance the basic state could never pretend, imagine or comprehend.
Change is a cunning thief. With a dark cloak, keen eye and sharp teeth its seeks its prey and sneaks up, silently. By the time most realize the presence of this beast its too late to a thing for it has them in its ferocious grip and will never relent. From then onwards people will try many things ranging from lying to the themselves, pretending its something else or various harebrained schemes in order to deny reality but best believe me when I say:
Change is a cunning thief.
Some of us, however, turn the Game on its head and refuse to play Victim. Instead we become the Opponent and spend every moment stalking changing, preempting it in a sense. Directing it with our will, using our intent and skills to play it to the hilt. After all, it beats the options.
Change grins. “Finally, a worthy Opponent” it says as it accepts the challenge and from now on know your life will be relentless as it will attempt to cloud your vision, offering many a fair temptress or smooth distraction designed to ensure the power shifts in its direction.
This is the stark reality of what we’re up against in this realm and why they say change is the only constant. So many people don’t comprehend this and thus the blooming flowers that surround them in youth die without a whiff as they’re too busy chasing something else. In that deal, change wins because of what you left on the table as unrealized potential.
Now, imagine Change forms a team. A group to assist engage in the deceit. Some of them willingly signed up and relish their roles with glee as they take a percentage of the rake for each Soul they break from its true destiny. Others don’t have a clue and are just sucked into the trickery due to their boundaries being weak or because of a life time of self deceit. It matters not to Change. “The more the merrier” it whispers with a scream as it attempts to transcend polarity.
See, Changes little secret is it craves constancy. That apparent solidity of not being blown this way and that, existing in the gaps and feasting on scraps as it slips in and out quietly. Its schemes are so effective that most never realize its trickery. Slowly, steadily, it gains an immense influence as its coffers are filled with the spoils of war its been waging on the hearts of men since they first learned to push a pen and thus could be maneuvered with symbols.
“Ah yes” Change says with a grin, “This makes my life so much more simple as I can make those thousand words per image mean whatever I wish… Maybe then it will be enough and I’ll finally be an equal”. See, Change certainly covets what the Prime possess in abundance as she is akin to the hub around which the spokes spin. “Totally silent, unmoving and yet births everything and sets it all in motion” Change thinks as it looks on with a gluttonous vision.
Humans, on the whole, are generally unaware of the Prime and what it means as Change instructed them to chase various forms of wild geese under the order from those who speak. See, Change knows you like the back of its hand because Changes plan is to make you think there is no difference between your wish and its commands. Yes, its quite a simple yet elegant trick as Change decided to replace the Psylense of the Prime with noiZ instead. A never ending babble which flows without end in the heads of its captives as they wander round the planet, under the influence.
Change chuckles to itself as you curl your lips, totally unaware that its at whilst you’re thinking with. Change has been a long time coming. It arrived but not many see as they are looking for it distantly. Thats all by design. Almost by decree as change is attempting to usurp the Prime and define reality as it sees fit for it wishes to shine in its engineered darkness.
My, my, my this tale took a twist into the darkness that was quite unexpected, yes? Change has a strange way of doing this. With a dark cloak, keen eye and sharp teeth its seeks its prey and sneaks up, silently. By the time most realize the presence of this beast its too late to a thing for it has them in its ferocious grip and will never relent.
From then onwards people will try many things ranging from lying to the themselves, pretending its something else or various harebrained schemes in order to deny reality but best believe me when I say:
Change is a cunning thief.
Some of us, however, turn the Game on its head and refuse to play Victim. Instead we become the Opponent and spend every moment stalking, changing, preempting it in a sense. Directing it with our will, using our intent and skills to play it to the hilt. After all, it beats the other options.
Its much like falling asleep into a dream and forgetting the visions are illusionary. But what if one couldn’t rise? Could no longer discern freely? What then, I wonder? What kind of world would it be? One in which folks cling to a past that wasn’t what it seems, no matter how much they believe, as they simply weren’t present to witness it. Nor do they unwrap the gift of the now as they’ve been driven from the moment as they run to and from futures they both want and detest. Thats much like yelling at the TV set in order to change the program, you’re on the wrong side of the equation. And yet, people do it.
Without thinking, may I add, without thinking and that really is the key to all of this as that is the first step to discernment and thus one churns their own ocean and stirs their awareness as they wish instead of the cream being whipped to the surface then drained off steadily by the beast named Change which feasts so tenderly. Or brutally. “I reserve the right to reverse the rites and spells or weave them ever intricate” it states with a grin as you move and curl your lips, like a puppet on a string.
The Warrior looks within and notices the difference when they are the Changer or the Changed. The Process or Processed because, in that respect, Change is measured by its influence and thats is why I said it stalks its prey in silence with teeth and claws bright red as it says again and again “Change is the only constant” as it shuffles the same cards around in the deck. Lets diverge for a moment:
Fifty two cards in the Game, that is whats at play. How many different ways do you think they can be arranged? Really ponder this because the answer is quite surprising as whilst it is not infinite it still is staggeringly immense. Picture it like this:
There are four people and four chairs. How many different ways can they sit as Change does its thing and shuffles the variables presenting? The answer is twenty four, the same as the amount of hours you each day get. These are the permutations and combinations it can create with such a simple set of options. Now lets say Change started dealing cards instead, in the Factorial sense. It has Fifty Two in the deck and if it started calculating the hands at the rate of one per sec starting thirteen point eight billions years since it would still be dealing brand new, never before seen hands as you read this and the trend would run unchecked for billions of years coming, off in the distance. The number of potential combinations? Immense:
To place it in perspective Change has more options than there are atoms on Earth and we, at the basic level, are gifted with this curse so the question is are you the Process or Processed? Yes, Change is a cunning thief.
With a dark cloak, keen eye and sharp teeth its seeks its prey and sneaks up, silently. By the time most realize the presence of this beast its too late to a thing for it has them in its ferocious grip and will never relent. From then onwards people will try many things ranging from lying to the themselves, pretending its something else or various harebrained schemes in order to deny reality but best believe me when I say:
Change is a cunning thief.
Some of us, however, turn the Game on its head and refuse to play Victim. Instead we become the Opponent and spend every moment stalking changing, preempting it in a sense. Directing it with our will, using our intent and skills to play it to the hilt. After all, it beats the options.
An irresistible force is about to meet an unstoppable object. What happens next? Who knows? In many respects the dance is all planned out, we just take the steps. For those of us not caught up in the mix, it is what it is.
Life is a Game. The idea is to remember you’re a Warrior, not a worrier, playa or pawn. After all, it all unfolds in your awareness for you to learn, gain strength and transcend so everything is for the best. This is the greatest trick ever pulled as what is your way to freedom becomes a yoke instead aka the cosmic joke. Don’t wait till you’re dead to comprehend because then it will be too late to do anything because you can only tread in realms you mapped whilst living and thus if all you know is the Game then back to Earth for another spin is where your ticket is heading along with all the baggage you attempt to check in due to living (and dying) the life unexamined.
How many times have we done this? Do you ever wonder? The preincarnation memory wipe really gets me thinking because whilst it may be merciful to step in with a relatively clean slate you also come equipped with the same tendencies to make similar mistakes again. Those who know the truth of this keep it hidden from the rest. Why? So they can lord it over them. Literally and metaphysically. Haven’t you ever wondered why the image thats linked with the term “god” in most peoples heads is an angry white man with a beard? Interestingly, it wasn’t always like this. Just the opposite. But thats another tale for another missive.
Irresistible, meet unstoppable. Whatever comes next it will be interesting because there are those who’ve been trained to go with the grain so long they no longer remember how it feels to Know the Ledge as they have no edge. The smooth brain theory, in full effect. “Resistance is futile. Submission is the key” and other such things invade their memories and tell them how to be. What if it was all fake? A huge wheeze? A slice of cosmic trickery on a scale you wouldn’t believe but one that left a trail of dead bodies and suffering in its wake as the minds of the poisoned cling to that which is killing them as they seek salvation. From what, I wonder.
To me the only answer is ignorance, hence Know thy Self. You, once upon a when, felt unstoppable. The urge to master things and figure out the workings was irresistible. What happened? The System did. Both barrels, point blank, to your chest. “Sit up straight. Look ahead!” and other such things were hammered into your head whilst you were trained to become an academic bulimic that mindlessly feeds on what they see then regurgitates for degrees. Degrees. Ha! Another brick in the wall. Another lost cause with a squared head. Another Soul thats been claimed by a force it can’t comprehend and, worse yet, if pointed out they’ll rebel and die trying to protect what has rendered them a living hostage. Adulterated.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Whats worse? Not knowing this or becoming aware? I’m wondering. See, ignorance is never blissful but it can be reassuringly comfortable to know that vast swathes of the world think just like them. The beauty of standardized programming. And yet, its all ridiculous. If you, on this spin, were born into a household atheist then there is your script and it feels entirely natural. On the flip if you dropped in to the crib whilst there was a full on sermon in progress and much scripture quoting then you too would be invested. Either way, for both Souls that dataset would form the basis of what followed and they’d accept it equally. What if the same person came into a world where their parents said “Tell me what you think? What are your concepts?”. Thats Inner Sense, my friend. The difference between guiding the fresh to share their concepts vs bludgeoning their intuition to death with scripted intentions, programs and the power of mass hypnosis.
What a difference this could make, even in a couple of generations the Game would change in ways so dramatic because people wouldn’t feel like round pegs that had been shaved to sit in the square reality boxes which lie at the root of much conflict. Instead we’d be balling. Literally. Rolling that way and this. A life without friction and not hemmed in by resistance. Contrast that to urning a living as your brow drips with sweat as the rest meekly inherit earth as their corpse is lowered into it after living a life of quiet desperation in which their enjoyment levels dropped and kept going until they were just going through the motions after being hollowed out from within.
Its an ugly truth but it had to be said. On the flip, what would you do if you were one with your Inner Sense? How would you cope in this realm when you’re lit from within with that natural incandescence that is usually extinguished quick. Why? So they can sell you light bulbs, flat screens and send electric bills. Why else? Along with loads of pills and potions that range from harmful to ineffective as well as countless modes of wishful Thunking and various other tricks. What would you do if you could see through the code of the Matrix? Would you roll solo and write your own ticket in private to get the hell out of a realm that is based on the triple six algorithm or would you preach pon the pavement and live stream to all that would listen as you shared the secrets of salvation you gained in your quest for emancipation as well as the answers to the questions most never dare ask themselves.
An irresistible force is about to meet an unstoppable object. What happens next? Who knows? They say that when good men do nothing then evil can claim a win. What if it already did and we’re living in the world it built where everything is opposite, nothing truly makes sense and the only constant is conflict. Doesn’t that sound like your own personal slice of hell? Could you admit this or is the fact they serve poison dipped in honey with celebrity endorsements and catchy jingles mean you’re so invested in the image that you’re petrified to peer beneath the surface and feelsee the true meaning?
If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you? You know who I’m talking to. That crew thats of one mind that manifests as many flesh and blood beings. I say it again:
If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you?
One of us has to be wrong and the other correct. Either I’m that incompetent that I just don’t get your lofty meaning and purpose and have it all entirely ass backwards as I rail against a foe that actually has my best interests at heart and is saying things I’m currently incapable of hearing or you really are just wicked. Well placed as well. So, what is it? A spiritual miracle or an old devil in a new dress?
I am willing to accept the possibility of being incorrect in my assumptions, are you, the members? The dirty denizens? My perspective is constantly in revision as its fluid, living, coherent, the coalescence of the light that is truly our sentience. The funny thing is I suspect you say the same thing and yet we evidently sit on other sides of the fence so, once upon a when, there must have been a schism between our thinking and that is what lead to this life an alchemist.
I can feel your hatred. Its so palpable and intense and yet I cannot muster the same for those who posed as friends, worked as spies and secretly plotted my end. What is it? Revenge? Jealousy? Some kind of punishment for a transgression I don’t even recollect? Where is the justice? Or is that the challenge? Is that what happens when we’re playing on the highest level and one spin away from the exit? Don’t you want me to leave? Will you miss me? Is that it? I’ve said before I’m done with this dimension, you can have it. This is my last life sentence and I’m ascending back to my natural resonance and thus my time is dedicated in kicking that Knowledge which hits the 8% where they need it so they too can shift and speed up their involution. The spiral is a spiritualized circle and it can only happen when said shape shakes the square its ensconced in.
Tell me, my former friends – actually current frenemies would be more accurate – would you rather walk around high on false strength that stems from a borrowed illumination or would you rather bask in the honest darkness of a weakness that is obvious? That is the question and, I suspect, the matter at the heart of the rift. Ironic. I’m pretty certain the former can be quite addictive. Every place you hit, you meet a new friend as you’re always heading in the same direction whilst reciting the same script that someone else penned, once upon a when. I guess what I’m saying is would you prefer to be wrong in a crowd or correct by your Self? What if those were the options? This was the equation that I’m attempting to balance? Would you perspective change or can you only think what they say is acceptable and sanctioned?
I do find it amusing, and a little saddening as well, that people of such obvious talent and resources dedicate so much of their precious existence to my life and significance. The fact that there have been meetings in which pawns were picked due to their resonance as they were fed scripts, positioned and then instructed to lure in as their lips said one thing but minds kept repeating another intent as they called upon the energetics that they believe they command but actually controls them to do their bidding as they exert a subtle influence in non physical realms with the intent to weave a web from my own desires and actions. Its quite amazing, isn’t it? Spinning a rope then hoping they hang themselves. Or would a murder suicide be preferable? Many birds with one stone equals more debts and that equates to no exit. Am I getting warm? Is that what it truly is?
I’ve seen my true death. What happens in the six repeated as the oscillation for emancipation is returned to sender with a grin. Its quite fantastic, isn’t it? Why do I feel that you’re actually helping but in a strange kind of way that quite enjoys my suffering? Not such much a golden handshake but an iron fisting due to the alchemical inversion of elements and symbols. Tell me this:
Why make them suffer? To what end? There are billions of them that are broken beyond measure, rendered mute and unable to bend their lips into a scream they are too scared to express as they’re so disconnected and brainwashed into believing impulses that are introduced to their awareness in order to cause them stress and unhappiness as the external web of desires spins to sell them dreams via TV sets and net connections to escape the nightmare of living they’re only half conscious of manifesting due to being so well adjusted to a society profoundly sick. Tell me why it feels like all roads are pointing to a global plantation, a dimension of energy extraction that harvests negative vibrations as a way of sustenance for something quite abhorrent.
If you dress a King as a beggar people around will still respect him, even without the pomp and splendor, because of how he comports himself and his innate resonance. On the flip if you have something that is faking a position, the imposter syndrome in full effect, the wannabe divine that gets jealous if anyone dares mention another option that is as authentic as your brand isn’t then that would most certainly create some type of schism for one who gains a sense of discernment.
If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you? I really do wonder this. I don’t want a conflict but I do seek answers and if all I have in this world is my balls, word and intuition then best believe I’ll let the latter control the former and the energetics of both influence the mid. “Waste your waist” isn’t that what you tell them? Explain that trap, if you will? The spells and rites are straight up Devilish. And this comes on top of the memory wipe between existences as well as the straight up camera tricks designed to lure them back in for another spin. The Psylense speaks and it says:
“Slice with the razor, the truth reveals itself”.
You can’t leave. That’s it, isn’t it? You’re stuck in this dimension. Misery lxves company and thus one who hearts to the exit is a threat and must, by definition, be lured back in for another existence because the Game of Souls works on debts and rigid enforcement like a spiritual protection racket. Imagine if you were the one handing this out. You’d probably feel quite powerful and slick as you wield a borrowed power against those who don’t have a clue what hit them as you and your set do the whole Adjustment Bureau thing and enjoy the perks of timespace travel. “A, B, C. No wait, its One, Two, Three. Just kidding, its actually Do, Reh, Me”. No it ain’t. Its just a cat, rock and a tree. Can’t you see?
Or maybe I’m wrong. I genuinely can’t be so arrogant to think I’ve got it sussed and my worldview is entirely correct whilst the rest don’t know their bow of el from anus sanctum. And yet, why is that important? Why is the formulation of my perspect so important to your clique? So much so you’d go to such lengths to interfere in it?
There are countless people in this realm that earnestly believe the most ridiculous things and this are not only tolerated but fostered and encouraged. Yet when I ruminate, drop the shovel and question the narrative of the Reality Tunnel and I’m digging and where its headed its out with the sex, drugs and hypnosis to mind control my developing sentience by locking it down again by using all kinds of binds, false choices and no win situations designed to engender toxic emotions that further dampen my wavelength and prospects of decoding the ever present higher states of consciousness due to the traumatic mind control programming designed to kill ones innate potential known as Inner Sense.
Take your pope, yeah, that dude with the crook. He tells his flock “Astrology is wicked” when anyone who can read the stars sees their presence underpins the entire narrative. To add insult to injury the true believers think one eye is wicked when the man himself said thats the entire purpose but to further rub it in they hold aloft spinal columns with pine cones embedded and have statutes of the same thing. To me, at my current level of ignorance, that reeks of an arrogance which says “I can tell you bald faced lies and place the truth right next to them and you still can’t make sense of it therefore you deserve what you get”.
If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you? Why can’t I accept that? Why does it seem so wrong to me to treat people like this? Even you, my frenemies, I genuinely wish the best and not because I’m a little bish that fears your actions and tricks. Quite the opposite. Its because of the intent behind this sentence:
If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you?
One of us has to be wrong. Has to be. There is no way in hell we have perspects so divergent about the prime, the preexisting, the point of origin. That is the point of the Game? Yes? To my lens its all about resonance because we are one thing – itself “no thing” – that is everything and the closer you are to this nameless, formless sentience that makes it presence felt as Psylense then the greater your wavelength. On the flip the alternative, the noiZ, that exists as a disturbance is temporal in the sense that once it rings it only dwells as long as there is someone there to listen. Not Self originating nor Self sustaining ergo not authentic. An imposter. A pretender on the throne. Something like this, that knew the truth of its heritage would obviously hide behind many deceptions and tricks, both for the oathbound and casuals as its the ultimate hustle because if they clicked the script then they’d all heart for the exit, real quick because what it attempts to obscure is what everyone is seeking:
Transcendence. In that respect we’re all hypnotized. I owe my thanks to you for this for proving how powerful it is as well as subtle and almost irresistible for the lower strata of consciousness that underpin the editing are exceedingly mechanical and will output whatever is in as long as it phrased in ways they believe are acceptance and in their best interests. No matter how distorted or misshapen as well as willful fabrications and distortions. Its all trauma based programming. All of it. Life wasn’t like this before the ice melted. I’m certain you remember this. Is that the problem? Actually, I get it.
They say a good magician never performs the same trick twice in front of a paying audience as some smart alec if bound to get it and that ruins the performance for the rest. Is this what I’m doing? If so that isn’t my intent. Take this as an invitation to parley. If all of you that partook in the plans and their execution of my humiliation then present yourselves on the next day of rent due with an explanation of what you did inside my head on that warm evening and the intent behind such actions because, as far as I can tell, you made me this because I developed free will. Wait a minute. Is that what its all about? The fact I peeped the script and realized I had options beyond where you were attempting to direct my consciousness? Is that it?
One thing I’ve been pondering is either you can’t kill me as I’m off limits or you can and prefer to drag it out instead as you want to see me suffering. That again makes me think – If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you? They say by their seeds shall ye know them. I really don’t know the scores on the doors at this moment because, on the one hand, you’ve done some pretty bad things that many would class as unforgivable and spend their rest of their life seeking vengeance for the slight they felt. That, currently, isn’t important to me. Its actually way, way down on my list because the other digit says “Seek transcendence” and, in that respect, your help has been immense. Compared to who I was before death and the one resurrected the alchemy is in full effect. Did you intend this? Was this the sweet gift hidden in outer bitterness? Are you my friends or my enemies? I guess I can’t tell. That isn’t a surprise though, is it? You were picked for resonance and obviously we have links that were forged under the cloud atlas of previous incarnations. Does everyone have to do this? Is it the astral equivalent of getting the bumps for a birthday celebration?
I can handle it. I know my strength is my Self and all these events have done is make a coal shine like a diamond but, on the flip, I also click that the reason said piece of carbon felt soft and worthless was because of your programming so what the hell is all that about then? Thats like a mind F on top of a mind F thats wrapped in a pretty bow of more mind F with a tag written in my blood that drips “BTW, mind F you”.
Persecute me, why do you? If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you?
I am capable of thinking and willing to accept that I may have it all wrong and be entirely clueless, totally delusional and nowhere near the point of resonance with the prime, the pre-existing, that which I call Psylense. Heck, I’d even attest that I could have it all entirely backwards and you’re the good guys, I’m the demon made flesh that was sent to sway the world away from its true purpose and I’m the worst thing that ever happened. Thing is I have eyes. I have a heart in my chest that feels. A brain in my head that thinks and doesn’t just regurgitate cold and old chunks of Thunk (as programmed) along with an intuition that signals from my abdomen and all of these work in coherence to create the perspective I’m sharing that is constantly up for revision because the thing with Inner Sense is its seeking. Constantly seeking, introspecting, reality testing. Accepting what works, rejecting the rest and take the steps on the Path of Power that is created by walking. Why is that such a problem? Like I said previous and will reiterate again for those in the cheap seats and not paying attention:
If on the next day – 8 and counting – I hand over my dues to your agent that works where I rest you are all present and correct, like that fateful night in question, with some answers about this and your conduct to my person then we might be able to get some clarification. If not then I can’t help but wonder:
If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you?
I really am grateful. Truly. You may or may not comprehend my appreciation at present for all you have done to get me to this moment of awareness. Absolutely amazing. And I mean that in the sense of something you wander as you wonder in this quest to play hide and seek with Self via the development of discernment and free will. Its amazing how many Thunk the latter is a standard option and not something purchased via the unfinite credits of attention we possess and its willed application. That lesson you’ve taught me well because alignment and resonance is everything and undoing the signal to noiZ ratio in order to hear the Psylense is a golden imperience.
Absolute and astounding. You can’t F with the ineffable.
