Look at our culture, its absolutely saturated with sex. Everyplace, everywhen, everyone.
Except you that is.
Either you’re your own best company or the ones you meet just don’t scratch the itch or hit that spot. We know orgasms are like pizza, there is no such thing as a bad one but when a pie has been cooked to perfection with just the right toppings and served with a smile then its mindblowingly good.
As sex should be, could be and will be thanks to willhelpme.
Like much of what I share it comes down to breath. It literally is the most important thing in life and its so easy to see and demonstrate, don’t believe?
Next time you get off just notice your breath, see how it changes as you crescendo toward the moment and you’ll see first hand the link between innerG and aspiration but we’ll get into those techniques in a few.
Its an odd view for sure, sort of bipolar in a sense because sex is all around us, its used to sell… everything. Buy this you’ll be more appealing, women lxve it when a man has, treat your man by getting him this and so on. Even beyond goods its used to sell us concepts, pop hits, new stories pretty much everything bar politics which, in and of itself, would be an interesting twist as at least then you’d be getting screwed by someone you want to do so there is balance present.
People don’t know themselves therefore how can they know another, in the Biblical sense? What if I told you that what you currently Thunk is an orgasm is the equivalent of a near dead well giving up its last dregs in contrast to surfing the edge of crisp tide of natural energy? Once you experience it for Self you’ll get what I’ve said because, like many things in life, people accept tenth best as they simply don’t know the steps to the podium, can’t feel the groove, never been shown or met anyone who knows how to.
Its that simple.
Think, all you inherit from your parents is their collected ignorance, same as they did going back into the distant past when it begins because each generation comes to the table, fresh and slick, and is swiftly degraded until a few decades later they think “OMG I’ve became my parents, ick”.
Its a very conniving process, one that daily claims new lives. Deep inside our brains do the mirror neurons reside. They allow us to learn by imitating which is how children thrive. They are also the reason they say kids copy not what you say but do as their wavelength is huge when they spring out of the womb and they feelsee far more than you do who time doth hew from what you knew to what you became and why those happy technicolor rays slowly faded out of view behind clouds so grey as you no longer exist but just subsist and fill in your days awaiting the grave.
Sure that can sound a bit dramatic, melancholic even but ask your Self:
That is your sovereign territory from which you could reign. Stop and think for a moment:
Imagine the potential that could spring if you could truly be your Self?
Shake off all the stress, the worries, aches and pains then turbocharge your brain as you start to breathe again which in turn brings online parts of you you’d denied, forgotten or tried to hide because, as strange as it may sound, people subconsciously limit themselves for the protection of the (false) self with a small s ie the you in your head that fears death as it doesn’t truly exist beyond the illusion you buy and sell with your daily bread.
Imagine the energy flows like a pipe, in order to fully release the highs it must open totally wide and let the currents burst forth freely. Downside is that means any repressed pain must also circulate the same wires because after all there is only one body per lifetime. Get the pic? Starting to feelsee what I’ve said?
The body protects the mind from what it doesn’t want to think and because it cannot speak it uses its own language:
Pain mainly because thats the only tongue it has left and people hear it pretty well which is why they pop pills as they prefer ignorant non bliss over full release and embodiment.
Starting to see where their orgasm fits in and why people are simultaneously f’d whilst not getting f’d in the least. At least, not properly.
If you’re stuck in the desert a few drops of dirty water will do just fine, heck they may even feel divine but then that old thirst kicks in. In contrast to finding yourself in a more verdant environment where a freshwater stream provides all your hydration needs. Then you’d look at the desert and think “Whew, glad that isn’t me”.
This is relativity, my friend.
Its why we never think its that bad nor that good in the moment as it just is, its only when we savor the contrast or situations and turn up, fully present that we discern the differences between the suns pure glow and a dim old bulb in our senses that does its best approximation of what happens when you no longer live fully in the present.
Many people live with the latter because the former scares them but the greatest trick in life is that your super powers are hidden right behind your fears in order to prevent those who aren’t ready to use them correctly from ever gaining access. Nature is cleverer than people think and people are dumber than you’d believe because well, look at you, you’re hearing whats said but and nodding your head saying “Yes, that sounds good, I’m interested” and are ready to put in effort whereas others will either skip this all together as their bodymind protects its self or read a few minutes and realize they can’t or don’t want to take the steps.
Each one of is different, even though fundamentally the same. There are only so many ways to arrange words on a page but the difference between the order gives us either something that stands for the ages and inspires all who reach its stage or it churned out and disposable like the press do each day.
Its a question of quality, discernment, knowing forms a great part of the way so ask your Self right now:
Do I wish to feel great even if that means I have to face my pain? In reality its the only constant and one emotion that can’t be faked. Says a lot about the Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits, doesn’t it? Learn to get comfortable with it. Commune. Connect. Discern the reason for the feeling instead of striving to numb it and it may just become obvious what the true nature of mind control is and its links to the orgasm as we are, first and foremost, electromagnetic beings and this is all about resonance because if they can edit your perspectives and you don’t click because you’re set adrift on memory bliss then the Game is over before it begins for you, my friend. Best get ready to live, die, repeat because for this age, this stage and this level then pain is the kingpin and everyone, one way or another, is in service of it by attempting to ignore it thus providing strength to what they dare not face within. What I’m saying is that these vibrations actually have their own intelligence and thus can be communicated with in order to unfold the lotus of pure perception that life had done a number on and numbed it.
Anyone who does this finds a familiar glow inside their chest, once again, with a full bodied presence due to unwrapping the gift of the present moment as this is truly the only place one can dwell and be entirely present and correct. The rest is but an illusion as people run in dread from a past they lived but refuse to a acknowledge as they attempt to create a future that never truly brings all of the promise they wish nor manifests the suffering they’ve been imaging as part of their coping mechanism that prevents them from bursting at the seams due to all the anxieties they carry within.
Embrace the pain to win the Game. This much has became obvious. It could just be purely personal or might apply to all in this realm but the more conscious you get its obvious they use a whole load of hurt to create meat marionettes out of man and are constantly torturing their Inner Sense in order to ensure the populace remains Adulterated. This is the secret to why sex sells as its not only the gateway to salvation but also paves the road to hell for the next Soul you trap in the flesh only for them to find themselves as numb and disconnected as their parents as time does its thing. Embrace the pain to win the Game because the only true freedom is within and that means being willing to face and accept what has happened because anything you don’t acknowledge can and will be used against you as a form of manipulation for there are those in this realm that smile and smile whilst being villains. Slave/Masters, I call them and it seems that all frenemies, public and private, just won’t quit when it comes to slinging hooks in my metaphysics ergo pain is a constant and something a Warrior knows well because this presence can’t be faked or ignored so why not embrace it and see what happens because there is an immense amount of energetics tied up in suppression that most drag behind them and the wonder why they mope around the Valley of the Plebs when they, once upon a when, intended to climb mountains and ascend to the highest peaks in order to view the scene of this earthbound reality from the most pristine perspective.
That potential still exists within. Its why I say Inner Sense is everything because the Adulterants they throw in the mix are made of painful emotions, events you’ve suppressed and many other effects that manifest as back pain, aching shoulders as well as countless symptoms. This is your body talking, are you listening?
You’re stuck on a boat in the midst of wild seas just you against the elements
You open your eyes and find you’re surrounded by water on all sides as far as the eye can see to the limits you perceive it is just you and your vessel set adrift in the sea
After a while you get used to this maritime style of life some days go by fine others are kind of wild we jump forward now to one of those types
You’re battling the elements back to the wall more than once already its nearly been man overboard the waves are battering every inch of the ship and you’re worn almost raw as you struggle to stay in whilst keeping adrift
And then in an instant the storm quickly lifts the sun shines instead as the birds do their thing
But now lets perceive from a wider lens and viewpoint and for once truly see we Witness a different image as a child is revealed sitting happily splashing in a bathtub such great joy they feel as their toy boat floats upon the imaginary seas and perched inside the craft we see their pretend mini me and the story of their adventures as told previously
The truth of this story is the truth of reality because ultimately you are both perspectives
The Inner Sense playing happily and the Adulterated, battle weary
Both at the same time but only one is real life
Think about it like this the child represents a larger, truer aspect of Self whilst via the medium of the waters which forget you become embroiled in the saga on the ship which only seems so real as long as you think it is but any any moment you can snap back to your real Self
This has immense implications for your day to day living because all this you see exists in an imaginary realm none of it is truly real which is why it will end and also why we spend two thirds in suspense with a third at rest because we’re powered from our depths by that same Inner Sense
So stop and ask your Self:
If the choice did present between being the imaginer or imagined which one do you think makes sense as the one to place your bet if you want to get out of this because you’ve got to spin the wheel that is after all the deal of incarnation
And for the adult to believe the inner child must make it real for that mode of consciousness is akin to a callous stretched over your authentic perceptions
Via the very act of disconnection it plugs you into this realm and via the forced perspect you then invest in the only Game in town
Hint, it isn’t
Its all in your head but that isn’t from whence your consciousness springs so if you take these strands and weave then a whole new scene is swiftly perceived as we fuse limitless creativity with the experience of “me”
and thus co-create whole heartedly we’re awake awake in the dream
Imagine imagine with me all will be revealed because what seems like mysteries are simply untold histories as the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim because the Reality Tunnel you’re digging is simply an option so what if you relax your grip? Take a moment to chill? Better yet, melt Thats more my thing because the frozen emotions that you dare not express but constantly repress from the day the subroutine “Stop crying“ was etched into your consciousness and birthed a new deal
This can make a little slice of heaven feel like a personalized hell as you’re battered by the elements that won’t relent as you’re set adrift in this realm with no clue or conception of what truly is happening nor the strength within and how you were limited then tricked to invest in a tale of suffering and discontent that is sprinkled with some niceness just to bring the contrast in
In effect what I’m saying is what if the boat had an engine and there was a beautiful island in the distance where people were waiting for your arrival so they could start the celebration?
What if I said the key needed to spin this vessel to another octave is a heady mix of breathing intention and attention
Nothing you didn’t already possess but plenty you never questioned.
I’ve been around, know a lot of folks, seen many faces in lots of places and one thing I’ve seen again and again is how people are suffering. Rich, poor, black, white, male, female and everything in between across the board. There are deep wounds, bleeding internally that are ignored, almost universally.
Some people just don’t realize it, maybe they can’t feel because they’ve got so used to hiding from themselves, pretending to be somebody else therefore its someones elses pain. And yet if you see how they act, how they hold their frame, listen to what they say, well then it might as well be written on their face. Its strange isn’t it? How someone can breathe and still be dead.
How a corpse can walk around, pay bills, even raise kids whilst all the while inside they feel nothing. Not a thing. Except the rage, that often rears its head, the anger, mistrust, fear, sadness all the negatives you can think but even these they don’t accept. No, they are someone else. “He made me feel this, she made me do that“. No, no, no brothers and sisters, that never was nor will be a fact. You carry that emotion, like a flame deep inside and just because you close your eyes doesn’t mean the light stops shining. Its a sad reflection of the times, how cut off we are from ourselves. All you have to do is see the ascent of what reflects, edited images, phony lives, make sure you get my good side, one online smile which masks a thousand offline cries.
“Please like me“, they all say. They have followers but are yet themselves enSlaved. what a strange, strange tale. A wise man said long ago that attachment causes suffering, why do we feel the need to grasp, I ask? Stop and think about it for a moment, a want implies a lack. You don’t want your hand, you use it without a care, thanks or reflection. Its just a standard part of being here.
What if somehow they made you forget you had it all, hid it in a sleeve and then they could lead you and kind of chase they decreed because you’d do anything to get back what was yours all along. See where I’m going with this? Are you feeling whats behind my words?
The truth is you’re already enough. You already have way more than you could ask because you’ve got to be a stupid ass to be surrounded by air only to die with a gasp “I, I can’t breathe. Someone, help me please” said no one ever but we all know thats how they feel.
You ever seen a swan gliding by, looking serene and at ease but under the surface we see its paddling away furiously just to keep its head above the water. Behold the world filled with lambs sent to the slaughter as you try to stay afloat in the seas of self deception. Ask yourself a simple question:
Are you your own friend?
Take a moment, pause and reflect if you want to. For some its hard to answer. “Well, what do you mean? Of course I’m my own friend, what else would I be? Can you repeat the question? Huh? I don’t get it? What are you after?”. Lets try once again:
Are you your own friend?
See, its strange, we give our friends the best of ourselves, congratulate their triumphs, help them excel, encourage them to be better, lend a shoulder to cry on when their life feels like hell. Buy them gifts, take them places, offer them the security of just being there. Ask yourself again, when seen through this lens:
Are you your own friend?
It sounds crazy doesn’t it? But the more and more you think the clearer it becomes whats wrong with this image. Imagine a man knocks at your door, he says he’s dying of thirst, you offer him a drink. Except all the glasses in your house are thimble sized at best.
Even if you filled and he emptied it every other second it still wouldn’t quench his thirst as pieces aren’t the same thing as the whole and this hole is what I’m speaking of. Most feel it nagging, quietly within. Some people use it as fuel, a motivation to get away form everything.
In society we call them go getters, obsessed as they are with status and acclaim. “Give me the recognition and baubles so I may no longer feel this shame”. Of course, they don’t say it, but we hear it, none the less. A small voice echoes loudly, from their very core, at their depths. The other kind are wasters, who will happily share their plight as they chase whatever high, bottle, powder, pipe, needles, bongs or between the thighs. Either way it matters not as it provides temporary respite but it comes at a heavy price.
In between we have the masses, the well adjusted herd who don’t dip or veer to heavy either this way or the other but still feel the same as is evidenced by the fervor to wear the mask of social graces whilst suppressing their true Self. Anything to fit in, always attempting to sell the image of themselves in the hopes they buy it as well.
This is what I mean about being your own friend as it means knowing your own history, recapitulating the events that led to this life sentence and the meaning therin. The sad truth of this world is its filled with overgrown children who try hard to pretend they are mature and responsible when Adulterated describes them best. If there were, even a handful, of actualized humans we wouldn’t see such foolishness that racks every continent since the history of this era begins when the bad guys won the battle and rewrote all the books because crime doesn’t pay – it collects and you’re living in a den of thieves whose primary weapons are deceit, deception and trickery. They use them well with the intent of dividing you from your Self because that house cannot stand, neither against a mild wind nor, more importantly, up for its own sovereignty.
Are you seeing what I mean about being your own friend?
You ask most people “When was the last time you did something nice for yourself?” and they have to stop and think, and even then they feel guilty. Now, ain’t that something?
Going back to those little thimbles, with which you attempt to slake a thirst. Those tiny bits of water, if anything, make it worse. The wanderer would’ve done better to slide his hands into a fresh water source, running natural and free because if there’s taps there has to be a stream in the world. This water than I’m speaking of is affection, in its purest form. The thimbles represent the amount you’re used to doling out in your inner world. The wanderer is you, at least your original form before the world twisted and deformed and made you run around to perform because the you you Thunk you are, the one who is hearing these words, well you and I know thats a mask just as you know it hurts. It hurts to still still and just be. “Please someone, distract me. Make me run that way and this, just keep my attention occupied so I don’t have to feel a thing“.
This is the nature of suffering. It holds the world in its grip and most will cling to their symbols and fight to the death to maintain this isn’t happening. And yet it is. Thats the funny thing about the truth, it doesn’t care if you acknowledge it ergo being authentic is a threat in a world where every emperor is naked.
There is a really simple fix. If you’re willing to take the steps so please, ask your Self:
Are you your own friend?
Its a very profitable question if you only pay attention to the feelings that churn beneath the neck. Body language, do you speak it?Are you capable of listening? Can you link emotion and feeling without a large chunk of Thunking in between? One of the greatest tricks this life swiftly pulls is making you go through the motions without emotion whilst simultaneously forgetting you’re actually pretending as you’re numb from the neck down.
How can you tell these things? Simple, if your flesh is rigid, tense, filled with pain and limited ranges of motions you can bet your mind does the same thing and this affects the rest of your resonance and thus you have not a clue of what you miss when it comes to the true nature of reality within this Game we’re all playing after inserting our Souls as credits. Its as amusing as it is wicked. Am I breaking the immersion? Should I not say such things because they’re distracting for those invested in the ride for which they’re being taken? Maybe, maybe. But, then again, if it helps ease their suffering by creating a higher vantage that allows them to transcend the deception and choose better options then how is that not a win for the individual and collective? Ah, that word again. You should know whats hidden within the contraction by now if you’ve read my previous missive on the topic.
Are you your own friend? Or do you constantly beat and berate yourself in your head? Telling yourself bad things, downplaying your potential and generally doing your upmost best to ensure you stay miserable, distracted and filled with unactualized potential. Would it be going out on a limb if I said humanities greatest problems are spiritual and that word, at its most basic, relates to consciousness hence Know thy Self. Once you Know the Ledge then certain things become Self evident as one who steps upon the Path of Power within encounters nothing but teachers and friends they haven’t met yet in this realm. No strangers, no enemies, no ill will, no trickery.
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.
