Comfort Hides Conquest

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.

The question is, will they be more or less human? What do you think?

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.

What you have to innerstand, and I really hope you get, is that what they bring to you is actually preventing you from discovering hence comfort hides conquest. There are levels and rules to this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits and that which you’re seeking in the places they said will never deliver anything other that disappointment because that is the intent of those who profit from the treadmills within which most are running because, from the outside looking in, its obvious they make no progress but only a small percent are perceptive enough to admit it isn’t working and fewer still are willing to think different and even less rise to the challenge.

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.

Till we meet again

The Road three Liberation

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.

Till we meet again

Change Is a Cunning Thief

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.

Till we meet again

Irresistible, Meet Unstoppable

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?

Till we meet again

Aligned to the Divine

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?

Till we meet again

Thank 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.

Till we meet again

Crossing the First Threshold

Many are called but few choose themselves. Know why? A lifetime of fears, programming and an almost total disconnect from Self. In that respect most are sleepwalking and believe they’re fully conscious. Worse still many more are in the spiritual equivalent of a coma and knowing the truth of this would destroy the dreamworld in which they are so invested. Tragic, isn’t it? Not only do they run from what would save them but they cling to that which is actually the problem and thus miss the point entirely. Don’t worry! Once you fail this level, meet some more illusion and deception at death then another sperm will hit the egg and you’ll be back again for another attempt. How many times do you think you’ve read this text, my little memory wipee? Yippee! Its just a ride. Or a Game. One where you’ve inserted your Soul as a credit in order to wear the flesh to which you currently attribute your awareness. That is not the case. Not at all. But, thats up to you to discover.

Where are you on your own heros adventure? Has your adventure even begun? Thats the greatest trick those crafty buggers ever pulled because its amazing how many people will accept running on a psycho-social treadmill in lieu of the real thing. Some of the ones who are best invested in this charade even fool themselves into believing this life and its ridiculous parameters are actually natural and best practices. Like I’ve said before, the best tool in the hands of your Opponent is the mind of his Victim. If you haven’t challenged your assumptions or checked the validity of your inherited ignorance versus experiential wisdom then what else beyond mind controlled would you call you? Better yet, can you actually control the content of your dome? If so hold it still for 8 minutes. No thoughts, no hop, skipping or jumping. Simple, right? Its your mind, isn’t it? Or is it? Victim, meet Opponent.

Its a mind Game par excellence. As expected really because whilst the universe may be mental Earth is insane and the inmates took over the asylum a few thousand years ago and this is what you get:

Billions of people well adjusted to a society that is profoundly sick and only a small percent have the nous to question the gig whilst the rest are rushing on their treadmills to get ahead and stunt on people just as broken as them. Truly one of the hardest things in this world is realizing your eyes were closed and now they’re open as you watch people without white sticks bumping and falling over everything as they go as they’ve been convinced those bruises are part of the deal. In that respect you’re truly doing it to your Self thus except no intervention as user error is classed as a free will being demonstrated and therein lies the solution to the problem. Next time you feel prompted to do something that you know isn’t exactly in line with your best interests, like a bad habit, coping mech or similar, then refuse. Just observe what happens inside your head as your Opponent squirms upon not getting his way and starts issuing more threats and protest until you acquiesce. This is Free Won’t. From which free will develops and as you progress along the Path of Power that 8 minute Psylense test will be as natural as breathing. Know why? Because it is. Why do you think I say from hence steps Inner Sense and that is our standard default mode before your awareness was bludgeoned with the previous generations programming that renders you as processed as them. Dead, yet still walking. Going through the motions without emotion.

For some of us this is unacceptable and thus the call to adventure yells and rouses one from their slumber. At first they may wish to stay in bed, pull the blanket over their head and ignore the invitation. Some may even go to the doc and get some pills to deal with this pesky irritation whilst others indulge in self medication. The allure of sleepwalking is that immense because so many people are doing it that it creates a field of resonance along with a reassurance that “Its gotta be correct, everyone else does it”.

Fear has a lot to do with this. You know we only have two when we step in? They are loud noises and falling. The former is a genesis recollection of what happened when the sperm met the egg as there was an immense flash of light and thunderclap of reverberation that aligned your unfinite awareness with the 8 starter cells that started their journey of long division. On a personal level this feels like being sucked into this realm as the floor of your previous stage fell away and you were drawn in by the grand attraction of the generative principle as your presence was mangled and edited in order to interface with the flesh of the developing Earthday Suit you’re currently wearing.

In many respects we had then lost paradise. Twice. Once before we came and the second time when you were fully Adulterated after two decades and some change into your life sentence. After that you’ve merely been going through the motions and becoming more and more disconnected from any form of resonance beyond this realm and thus are held captive inside the echo chamber you call your head.

Many will deny it but irrespective of beliefs, resources and status this is the quiet truth that underpins a noisy deception. Heh, noiZ. Says its all. Look at the world, tell me I’m lying. That, by the way, will never happen. Not for any lofty reasons or perceptions of goodness but good old fashioned Self interest. Why? Number one I don’t have to remember what I said because it will always be identical but the main help is that when navigating the subterranean levels of maze they installed in your subconsciousness its even easier to fall for the tricks (if you haven’t done the Knowledge) as you’re a stranger in a strange land. Weirder still is that those regions that generate are quite literally plastic as they are not only man made and totally unnatural but they also flex with your expectations and in tune with suggestions.

People once went on a trip to Disneyland and were asked about how they felt when they met Bugs Bunny. Know what they said? Not only did they enjoy it but they fabricated entire memories, on the spot, for an even that didn’t happen as that mascot belongs to another brand and simply wasn’t present. You see this all day with the Mandela Effect and whilst I think most of that stuff is just the same trick played on another level it does present an interesting perspective when it comes to mass manipulation and having people invest in the frivolous vs actually doing the Knowledge. Starting to spot the treadmill yet? You should do, you’ve been running on it for all of your existence thus far. Let me offer another insight before I step. Which one of these lines is the same length as the first example?

Obvious, isn’t it? Now lets pretend that instead of me asking you were in a room full of seemingly normal (there’s that word again. Do you know what it means yet?) people and you were at the end. Every single one of them said, without hesitation or doubting, that the match was obviously A. What happens next? This is where we spot the split between theory and practice because whilst you may, now, here, say thats patently ridiculous and wrong the truth is you’d comply. This is the danger of compliance and why its so difficult to go against the crowd with its resonance thats been beaten into your awareness since you were a kid. In experiments over two thirds of those placed in this position went along with the deception and only a smaller percent said “To hell with what you said, this is why I think”. Interestingly, the more people in the room the more the ratio of conformity increased so what happens if you’ve got you on one side and billions of people in the world on the other side and all of them are promulgating their own deception? Would you have the stones to cross the threshold or would you refuse the call, go along with the rest then slot some prefabricated deceptions into your head as the way it is as you set off on the treadmill and compounded your comedy of errors in ways as tragic as they were magic because this is the true nature of the spells the magicians of yore wove around your consciousness as they know you better than you Know thy Self ergo the problem is the solution.

Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again

Disconnected Yet Connected

We of stripy toothpaste and mobile phones look at those that came before us as primitive savages, specially those that didn’t live in cities that glisten and worked the earth for a living when in reality there is and was a crucial difference between those that have been and the ones that literally and metaphorically descended from them as they possessed far more of a sense of themselves in completeness as opposed to modern man and his fragmented awareness thats held together with second hand, third person perspectives and invective that form his world view and thus relation to Self. Nowhere is this more amply demonstrated than the dramatic shift in the term “connected”.

These days we take this to mean something wireless transceiving a signal whereas as in the days of yore it was something far more immediate and benefic as it referred to you and the Earths interaction.

Polarity defines all that we find in this realm with each state continually entwined in the dance of flux as one bounces to the other with you, hopefully, in the middle. Take the planet for example, charged as it is with a negative vibration and contrast the atmosphere which of a positive vibration and this is illustrated dramatically by thunder and lightning which is the discharge of an excess in order to restore balance as too much of anything is a bad thing and each system strives for homeostasis that is usually achieved unless the process is interfered with.

Enter humans. Ever inventive, often reactive and rarely preventative and this is something amply demonstrated by the way we live our lives and how the simplest of things can have the most far reaching of consequences, specifically in the realm of health – be it mental, physical or spiritual as all is interconnected and a change in one will equate with an alteration in the others but lets step back and take a grander perspective for a second:

Everything exists in a state of flux, interconnected, much like a see saw that strives for balance and a change on one side is reflected in the other and vice versa and its this fundamental movement that is the callsign of this Game we are in as it echoes through tides, orbital cycles and even your breath – out and in – because in many ways all of these are but manifestations of the Self same thing that underpins all of this realm as there is but one process at work behind all of this as we can illustrate when we consider rusting and what it means in the grand scale of things. Electrons up above, electrons down below and as the molecules exchange them so we witness oxidization and observe the rust form but lets take this thought and expand beyond metals form and consider for a moment the human envelope.

You take for granted and accept your programming that orbits around the sun produce something called aging and thus what was once supple and springing will become rigid and shuffling. Doesn’t that concept sound a bit ridiculous? Is it in the slightest empowering? We know for certain that age doesn’t bring wisdom and, at its simplest essence, you had one day of birth but even that is an illusion as coming to this realm is akin to death for your true form. Actually, let that one sink in and it will start to become obvious that consciousness underpins everything hence the oft repeated “We are inside a Game that we play by inserting our Souls as credits”. The cost of society progresses are the ills we call aging as they are quite literally symptoms of the System that sees us as resources to be deployed as and when. See how out of sync with nature that truly is?

People don’t grow old. When they stop growing, they become old. Maybe that offers a hint about why the glow present in all children dims after they’re enrolled in the local wing of the concentration camps that school them? The Abkhazia of Russia class age as beautiful and the Vilcabamba of South America say “Laughter is the best medicine” whilst the Central Asia Hunza dance from the cradle to the grave as the enjoy lifes celebration and lets not forget the Okinawan citizens that regularly clock triple digits whilst remaining fit as a fiddle with their faculties fully functional. What is the common link?

Movement, connection and expression. By that I mean genuine so running on a treadmill at eight PM under fluorescent illumination whilst live streaming an edited image so they don’t see you sweat as your bought and paid for ghostwriter pins a witty comment doesn’t count. Not one bit. If you took any of these types of people and asked them to switch with these so called primitives they’d wrinkle their noses with a quickness and reject the proposition before going right back to living their lives of quiet desperation where they constantly sprint, that way and this, to plug the holes that keep forming in their leaky, creaky vessel. Ironically what they’re chasing is the exact cause of the their problems but they’re too disconnected to see this hence Slaves and their psycho-social treadmills that power the engines of selfie steam are most profitable to those who installed this OS in their heads. “Pay no heed to the man behind the curtain” says the suit in the hurt business.

Modern life as it stands is a parody, a sick inversion, of what it means to be human. We’re so disconnected that within a few clicks we’ll be sexing robots and anyone who doesn’t accept their artificial intelligence as equivalent to our sentience will be worse than Hitler himself. Either you’re with the System and its many limbs or against and for 81% of the planet rejecting the concept is impossible as all they know is what its told them. The other 11% enjoying reigning in hell and the perks they gain for their compliance as they eke out their parasitical relationship with the rest and the remaining 8% feelsee what I said because the truth might as well be written on peoples heads because everyone, and I mean everyone, in this realm is suffering and only a few dare admit how truly broken they are within. Those that don’t pass these gifts to their children who come bouncing and springing in and will soon be shuffling to their graves after a lifetime of being Slaves and the strain that comes with holding aloft all the symbols and images they’re handed as “the way it is”. Imagine how you’d feel if someone filled your palms with filth and then you missed the second delivery that swings by on an algorithm handing out gold bricks because all it was checking was “Give this to those who have nothing but space for potential”.

Disconnected yet connected. The modern human who is more digital than analog at the moment and will soon be microchipped as well chopped up and remixed to build the next playas in the Game where we insert our Souls as credits. Be grateful for death, its your loyalest friend and on the next spin that option will be obfuscated as people gain lifespans which, to us, seem impossible as they extend the telomere limit and, I suspect, start automatically triggering low levels of endogenous hallucinogens via augmentation that make the Game see more like a trip to those plugged in. You’ll like it, its quite a buzz. But you’ll still be getting pimped by the predator of consciousness but it will be via a different OS. Why not take this moment to upgrade your paradigm? Use that neuroplasticity of which you’re capable? How? Try this:

Keep your body in sync with natural lighting so install dimmer switches at home. I personally have red light bulbs and screens are blue light filtered as that promotes the secretion of melatonin so I’m dozing at the opportune moment. Next be in bed before ten. The benefits of this alone are immense but give it a spin and see what happens. Third, upon rising stretch your legs and take in the light of the sun shining because it tells your flesh whats happening and thus it sets its rhythms in motion. Do this for around a month, feelsee the difference. If you want to take it to the next level why not use your intuition based on what I said in the article and start implementing the shifts to see what happens because only you can pull the world that was draped over your eyes off in order to reeleyez what kicks.

Till we meet again

How Alive Do You Feel?

Simple question which you’ll probably answer with your own question:

“What do you mean?”

Crazy isn’t it how the easy ones are so hard to nail but there are no right or wrong answers therefore you can’t fail so I ask once again, how alive do you feel?

Sure, your heart is beating, lungs are doing their thing along with a million other processes of which you have no conscious awareness but are always there silently working but how alive do you feel?

Still struggling? Let me help. Lets take an average day from your childhood, pick one at random, I hope its good and lets use that as our “One Hundred Percent alive” feeling on the barometer for our little experiment. Next pick an average day over the last week and rate that on the scale as a percentage and see what it makes you think.

I guarantee you could back a day, year, month or decade and that figure would rarely sway more than Twenty Five Percent upwards on any average day and could actually more often than not be far less if you’re speaking the truth said.

The question is why? Why does this happen? Why are we born hyperkinetic balls of energy that crackle with vitality and are awash with imagination, creativity and curiosity only to discover that a couple or three decades later what was born flexing is now slowly starting to seize up on all levels like the body is a burden and its density filters a once glowing awareness that shone out on all without any prodding or purpose. It just was, you just were. And then, you were not and you became something else. Something that has the same parents, shares the same history but is as far from what it was as chalk is cheese – an Adulterated version of you.

Interesting world adult and I’ll guess you’ve spent your whole life looking at it wrong because most associate traits like responsible, self aware, mature etc. etc. with it when I look at it a bit different:

The child that was became Adulterated by a process that is all around and yet none see nor speak of its presence as its left its mark on that thing that beats in your chest as it evacuated you to live in a dark recess of your mind where you currently delight via the shining screens so bright on your entertainment device which in many ways controls your life even though you think you control it but thats another topic because for now I’m speaking of the functionally dead who yet live for death, like many things in this life, is a process. A journey of many steps in which you lose pieces of yourself bit by bit until the day comes when there is nothing left to give and around about them comes your final breath because contained within these words is a truth thats Self evident:

Everybody dies but not all live and seeing as your life is a stringing together of moments that expand into hours, days, weeks and months its a perfectly valid question to ask:

How alive do you feel because in order to change something you must first see it as it is, not how you want it to be or like to pretend but the cold hard facts as they stand as you stare them in their face because self realization is the only game worth playing because without a firm grasp on yourself – obtained by clearing away what you’re not, thats another topic we’ll speak on at some point – how can you hope claim that birthright which is buried under your pain? Inside every human there is an exit from the trap but such is the fear and programing that many will pretend that there is no such thing and then start kicking and screaming if you point it out to them as the devil he knows doesn’t treat him so bad, the jobs got some good points, holidays make me feel glad and other statements which are applied to broken dreams like a cast in order to hide the fact that most people simply aren’t happy, no matter how much they pretend or distract themselves and they try every solution from drugs to sex and musical instruments as well as dancing, eating, sleeping and a great manner of things some of which provide respite on a limited basis but nothing that brings them back to that feeling of being great as they leapt out of bed in search of the adventures of the day.

What changed? Obviously something did and its an epidemic which claims billions of Souls day after day, one wave after the next. A merciless process that doesn’t seem to relent and is so immense that most don’t comprehend the nature of the web or ask themselves “Who spun? For what ends?” and there are even less workable solutions to deal with this mess. The strangest thing I’ve found is how people resist this change. Its exactly what they want but they’d rather seek everywhen but within even though logic says this must be the true cause of the problem and the only place to seek a lasting solution. That (false) self protective mech lets me know we’re up against something with a vastly different type of intelligence that has us playing draughts whilst its moves are chess. Stranger still, once seen, is that the Game is multi-dimensional and what we see within the flesh is but a tiny, tiny section of the entire thing. Put it like this:

If I could flick a switch and up the voltage of your consciousness (which is as simple as removing the resistance and allowing your natural flow to recommence) it would be obvious because you now have the gnosis. Thing is your Opponent knows this and has spent many lifetimes making you believe its tricks because the nature of the Game is total immersion but doesn’t it seem to be going to hell in a hand basket, real quick? All gas an no brakes make Jack a dead boy. What we’ve done before has obviously got us to this moment, personal and collective, and yet so many are reluctant to change their steps or alter what they’re doing. Isn’t that type of confusion intriguing? Doesn’t it offer a blatant hint that there are hitherto unacknowledged variables in the mix. In that respect what I’m speaking on is the psycho-spiritual equivalent of dark matter as the presence is so ubiquitous it underpins life on this planet and is, in many ways, the aim of the Game because those who realize whats at stake with their Opponent automatically shift from being Victims and then its on because up until then has been a distraction and thats when things get interesting.

Till we meet again

The Ignorance You Inherited and Will Pass Onto Your Children

So much of what we learn in life is implicit and as many have said over the years give me the boy and I will show you the man as the imprints in the time from zero to seven form the outline of the mind or the frame through which we view everything else that makes up our lives. A more accurate term would be bi directional filter as not only does it decide how we interpret what goes in it in turn has an effect on how we express and thus what we put out. It is a gossamer veil that none see but all feel and Knowledge of it and effects on the species is far more important than the discovery of the wheel, fire or anything else because it is so fundamental and essential, much like the foundations of your home which you never see but know, in the back in your mind, are the basis of the whole show. A solid grounding allows one to reach for the stars and a fractured design ensures the home can’t survive either gentle or hard knocks as the resources simply aren’t there. What is so interesting about all of this is the attractive principle of consciousness and this is no secret for its evidence it writ large in everyones experience as well all know the Soul who faces challenge after challenge and barely manages to cope as well as the one seemingly born under a good sign for whom roses are all around and has never even felt a thorn.

“Show me the child and I’ll give you the man”.

Such a simple dictum that contains the hardest of facts as whilst our slates aren’t blank when we’re born as we have our innate drives and quirks that we bring to the table its the maps we acquire that teach us the lay of the land and give us our internal bearings which in turn allow us to plan our capers as we attempt to master our powers, align our dreams and carve out a niche that allows us the feeling we all seek:

That its OK just being me.

Children learn a lot by what they see, feel and hear in their day to day lives. So much so that they heed not what their parents say but how they are. Think on that right now:

“Don’t hit your brother” she says with a smack.

What do you think has the greater impact aside from the dissonance seared into fresh neurons like a track as the standard is set for future interactions as well as Self relationship. What a map! Imagine trying to decode a journey with such an instrument printed erroneously four fold with the original directions on the bottom and the interlopers overlaid at various angles and rotations and you’ll start to see why so few make it to their intended destination and why the feeling of enslavement to the pain of living is most peoples mode of standard operation and this in turn explains why suffering is near universal and the need for support via religion, distraction, entertainment or substances is the number one thing that occupies the minds of most tenants in this global concentration camp where the silent Witness within observes the punishment enacted by this Click-Whirr type of Thunking that dwells in the heads of those with no Knowledge of Self. If you’re looking for the devil you’ll find him masquerading as your ignorance that pretends it gets everything and there are no more answers left worth asking beyond getting on with the task in hand and obeying its constant barking. Slaves, I call them.

The Warrior, on the flip, sees through the script with a grin. “Wait a minute, how in the hell can I be that voice that very often says not very nice things when the simple fact is I’m obviously something else inside my head that is listening”. And thus begins the gnosis of the Witness, who you are in and beyond the Game that wraps a carbon based frame around your unfinite sentience and has spent its entirely life being ignored, programmed, directed and suggested at whims of various, often contradictory, aims when, in reality, its far more powerful and capable than many suspect. Its natural state? Inner Sense. You once knew it well.

This is but the tip the iceberg, liter and figuratively, for sure, because the division between the conscious and unconscious aspects can be illustrated like this:

Wherein lies the power that drives your deeds in the moment? In whom would you place you faith? Which one do you know and which is a stranger you don’t? See why I say its a Game of three halves? At least. Words can be weapons if you know not what you say but they can also illuminate and help clear the path and one such tone is what we call individual. There isn’t one on the planet familiar with the tongue in which its spoken that would claim or accept to be anything less at all and within lies the key that can free if you can wrap your mind around whats coming:

Individual. A contraction of three words presented as one where the sum of the parts is far more than the accepted interpretation as what you don’t know can and does hurt unless you rotate your awareness and see what was hidden:

Mission accomplished. Those who spoke the spells are indeed inwardly divided and dual as evidenced by the phrase “Came over me I know not what did”, usually expressed in a more grammatical form as well as “He seemed like a totally different person” and other little foibles that pop up everyday because like miracles tragedies are also common. Except, most never pay attention as their map has no room and they can’t read it anyway and so they plod on from one unfilled day to the next with dreams of making a better life toward which they take no steps, accepting instead the default programming with which they were blessed by their parents who underwent the same process of Adulteration.

Think about it, I’m saying you come from a long line of people that were tricked into a schism and you are the sum total of that inheritance as the same cards were dealt to you from an identically rigged deck. If you don’t choose to shift and flex your neuroplastic muscles, who will? If you have children this becomes doubly important because you may have already noticed the glow they stepped in with dimmed as they were schooled by the System and thus your lineage will head the same way unless you reevaluate your position and investment in Thunking.

An interesting thing about that word bless is most think it means something good when it actually stems from a ritual of offering in which altars were sprinkled with blood. A fitting spell, all things considered, yes? After all there was a time when people threw their babies to burned alive into a statue of a bull because someone powerful said. The methods have became more refined but just as you look at them as idiots the people from ten thousand years ago would consider your intellect primitive in comparison to whats been as they played the Game on an entirely different level but used the same equipment currently you step with using far less voltage and mostly on autopilot. Dare ye Know the Ledge?

Till we meet again