Gain Money, Power and Status by Doing Nothing

In life we all seek security but we seem, collectively, to go about this in strange ways. Almost like we’re trying to escape something that is tied to us like a ball and chain so no matter how much effort we put in we’re fighting this presence of ignorance that we like to pretend doesn’t exist. Its why none of the proffered solutions ever really change a thing:

Money, power, status.

Now, don’t get me wrong. There are two things in life that will make it feel like hell if its lacking but whose presence doesn’t necessarily guarantee satisfaction. One is health, the other is wealth. What I’m speaking of is far deeper and wider reaching because there is only one true freedom in this realm and that is within.

What do I mean by this?

Your awareness. Your mode of thinking. Are you creating or reacting? There is a simple truth in that anagrammatic spell that lies hidden because one who creates takes the same components that the one who reacts gets and yet builds a totally different outcome based on his higher level of perception.

That is the the security we seek. To know whatever happens “I’ll handle it” is how we meet and thus why I preach there are no accidents, only opportunities. To get to the point where I am now tapping keys I’m quite certain that if you were me you’d be living quite differently as it most certainly isn’t the type of life I’d have wished on anybody. But, this is the hand I was dealt and thus I intend to play it hilt because it is what it is and, as I’m fond of saying, everyone likes diamonds but do they wish to experience the pain felt by the coal it used to be in the process? In many ways thought is the key that unlocks this realm because its all mental and plays out inside your awareness.

The stability that comes with Knowledge of Self is something that can’t be sold or told, only directly felt and Witnessed. There are loads of ways that preach and teach this but, in my experience, most of them are purposeful diversions that prey upon your fear, ignorance and inability to think with critical sense because the simplest test can be one of stilling. Stand still with a quiet mind for eighteen minutes. See what happens. Most wont even make it to three before their body starts screaming and not even a fraction of that before their brain starts filling with a million thoughts and distractions.

There it is.

Your Opponent.

There it is.

The Path of Power.

The obstacle is the way, as the sages say. Here’s your starter for Zen:

It leads within and this is why I say most of the globe has fell victim to indoctrination which is just mind control via social sanction built upon collective ignorance. This is the silent engine that spins the need for distraction as the above test highlights well and thus the greatest battle in life is against the false self that is hell bent on making you think you’re it without realizing the nature of the Game on this level as its a trick within a trick. Most minds will rebel at this insight. 81% will run screaming to the hills, 11% will nod quietly saying “He gets it, lets hope the rest don’t comprehend the message because that would be the end for our little venture on the planet” and 8% attest “I’m hearing you on FM” as they’re speaking from where I stand and its identical in all as we are all born Warriors when he step into this realm.

Just goes to show how effective the conditioning is as well as the nature of this trick that places an Opponent inside your head whose commands only ever made you feel miserable and less than ideal but the thought of chasing the only foe that ever existed out of your awareness fills you with dread because it contradicts the scaffolding they’ve placed around your inner child to keep them still aka the Mind Made Prison.

If hell is other people then within is where you’ll find the devil and whilst this may sound like a radical concept its actually Self evident. Simply look at the planet, heck observe your own actions and you’ll see the deeper meaning of “I don’t know what came over me” offers hints about these bouts of possession that everyone knows well. We are a fragmented race. A traumatized species that is divorced from its strength and thus your mind dwells behind enemy lines hence 8 billion living hostages that are too busy trying to decorate their sells using the tricks that money, power and status dangles in front of them like a carrot. Ask yourself this:

Why is wanting so often better than getting?

It can be anything from a new shiny bauble to a relationship, promotion, accolade or whatever else you pick. Its true, isn’t it? If the hallmark of madness is doing the same actions and expecting different outcomes and this is the mode of behavior most people engage in what does that say about the status of the planet apart from the fact the inmates have taken over the asylum? I don’t say this on a holier than thou tip as I too invested in the madness until I realized the nature of the trick and that is what the Path of Power is. Try standing still. Perfectly. No motion at all. Its an act of pure will and it strengthens a muscle you never knew you possessed whilst bringing you face to face with your Opponent who dwells within your head and wishes to keep you disconnected from your flesh because whilst your imagination can soar and pretend to be anywhen your body is only ever present in the moment. This is the gift it wants you to ignore, live and die with unwrapping, because once it clicks then the trick becomes obvious as you are no longer inwardly divided and dual (which contracts as a spell to individual, hint hint) but once again coherent. This state, with its familiar newness, I call Inner Sense and thats when the Inventure truly begins because that still point is your ticket to reconnecting with aspects and facets of Self that are truly mind blowing and way beyond this third dimensional calling.

Its akin to having someone bring you a fast food meal and you saying “Thanks! How kind and nice of you to do this” as you tuck in. The reason why they did this, however, is not anything to do with being generous but to prevent you realizing you actually have the option of a five star chef to serve up culinary excellence every time you seek nourishment. This is what we all secretly crave but they hide your greatest strengths behind the fears equivalent which they instilled plus those you inherited from your parents and those before them who lived and died in ignorance. Do the Knowledge. It won’t do itself but it can undo a lot of problems once you shift your mindset into coherence so get up right now. Stand still. See what happens as that voice in your head threatens and goes nuts with its signals and tricks to try to prevent you gaining access to the Psylense. That still point you are, in and beyond this realm, your ticket home out of the flesh and also the key that allows creativity and inspiration to pour in.

Once you obtain this gnosis in the visceral sense things are never, ever the same again because it becomes obvious that you are what I call the Witness aka that which listens to the Opponent in your head jibber jabbering and thus no longer a Victim of its tricks. The best thing about this getting is the wanting is simply a process of refinement and thus each experience of standing still is like an blooming lotus as more and more depth pours into your consciousness. Contrast this to the voice in your head with its entirely predictable suggestions and outcomes that lead to a life of boredom and you’ll see why this is the cure to the human condition because all you’re seeking is within and the way to find the entrance is stand still, pay no heed to screaming of your Opponent who will beg, plead and threaten you into motion and soon you’ll find that which was hidden below your chest (the other two Kingdoms) starting to connect with the Adulterated aspect that dwells in your head. Congratulations. You are now king of your dome and what comes next is a state called Centering in Self, which as the name suggests is exceedingly balanced and imparts a spring in your step. After that the Path of Power becomes not just a phrase but way to live as you learn to master your energetics instead of being moved at their whims and then it becomes obvious why I said that 81% of the planet are Slaves that seek solutions in places that never worked for anyone whilst ignoring the only arena where they truly control any thing. Or can. That is the option you weren’t aware you were capable of due to consuming the steady stream of junk suggested to your Witness as you’ve been lulled into a state of hypnosis which is bad for your health, wealth and happiness but fantastic for the business of suffering and self deception which are the twin engines of profit in this realm that power a type of sentience that can only be described as evil.

Craziest part is they gave us their minds and most who click are called head cases or schizophrenics as the implications of the invisible influence made palpable via introspection is a recipe for madness if you can’t Center in Self. If you can then you unleash the Warrior within, a mystic sage and all round being that is intent on actualizing his potential to transcend the flesh and go home after this spin.

The Slave/Masters and their captives can keep this realm. I wash my hands of it. Mine is simply to share my imperiences, insights and tips then heart for the exit once my mission is completed. And it all starts with standing still. Coming up next, some motion picture flicks. Aha ha ha ha!

Till we meet again

Are You Your Savior or Enemy?

Are you your savior or enemy? Simple question. Profound implications. Have you ever stopped to ask? Just a take a look at your life, how you speak to yourself inside your head, the kind of care and attention you pay to your Earthday Suit and its maintenance. These three alone will show which side of the fence you sit when it comes to Self relation and many people attest a lightbulb moment as it clicks they may think they do but in reality they don’t act like they like themselves. An example I used previous was:

“Would you treat your best friend like this?“.

The answer was a “No” that was followed by “Who would tolerate that?”. I find it interesting that empaths offer themselves as doormats to others and attempt to service all of their needs and whims but when it comes to themselves and their needs they are so far off in the distance that they never get so much as a fraction of the attention they lavish on others. Telling, isn’t it? Thing is until its mentioned and your attention is called it might as well be invisible. Many people are their own worst enemies and unleash all kinds of diabolical brutality upon themselves. The most common is beating themselves up in their heads about slights, real or imagined and other forms of this common conflict that nobody mentions but everybody partakes in. Are we a species in psychosis? I’m inclined to think this is the case, most certain of it.

There is a division in man. A compartmentalization which is neither natural nor standard equipment and yet we all grow into it. Adulteration, I call it. That which obscures Inner Sense much like a damn prevents the natural flow of a stream. Doesn’t that image describe your life so perfect? Something that was once free and visceral. Directly felt with every ounce of your being as dwelled in optimal resonance and total coherence that was, over time, reduced in scope and strength to become a state that feels like something is missing but you can’t quite mention what it is as its been so long since you recollected.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

First they divide then they conquer. By their fruits shall we know them and some things we raise to our lips may initially taste of sweetness but thats only to hide the bitter within. Once that schism is installed its very easy to make every little misstep from that point on lead you up the garden path until you find yourself adrift, up the creek without a paddle as they said, wondering what the hell happened. Just that. In the speculative and operative sense. Hell. On Earth. And by that I mean how you relate to your Self. The world as it stands is testament to this chaos because we disrespect the planet, loot it for resources and never think how to replenish or, worse still, appreciate the gifts its offering. Sad, isn’t it? A species in psychosis. The outer reflects the in.

The good news is that the greatest makeover begins from within. Its a simple decision. Do something nice for your Self. An attitude of gratitude defines your latitude and that is a secret skill that is nothing as fanciful as positive thinking because what you’re actually doing is meta-programming your consciousness by saying “I notice this and this and this and they make me feel quite wonderful“. After a while you lay down a Pattern and suddenly more and more things in resonance with this new reality tunnel are furnished to your awareness leading to you falling up by accident and seemingly without effort.

Resistance is a terrible thing. Most people are miniature versions of Atlas, carrying the world on their shoulders because that is what they inherited from their parents and theirs before them when, in reality, they’re supposed to walk up on it. They’ve got the rolls reversed and that is just another symptom of our madness as they then hate what creates and nourishes them as they see its presence as a punishment. Same thing with the body. When a lot of people scream “What is the matter with me?” they literally mean the flesh wrapped around their awareness as its not performing as expected. As each programmer knows, “Garbage out comes from garbage in”. Watch your thinking. Ironic, isn’t it that most people pay more attention to a television set that offers its own type of brainwashing but very little Self observation and meta-programming. Here’s another to repeat as you sit, road raging in your seat, and are late to clock in and some idiot stops on the yellow and pauses the traffic:

“Every day, in every way, I’m getting better and better”.

Rather going hell for leather as you stress about a set of variables that are, in the long run, meaningless you instead take that moment you were granted to invest in something beneficial instead of telling your head to pay attention to all of detriment.

I used to spend a lot of time on the road. Up and down the country handling things as and when they were needed. One of my friends commented “How come when you’re driving there is never any traffic, no speeding tickets or any problems? Last time we went there were roadworks one way and someone broke down in the fast lane on the way back”. The guy in the back said “Ah, I hate it when that happens. Do you remember when…”. Before he could launch into a diatribe of detailed recollection of highway blockages and the emotions generated therein I stopped them and said:

“One part common sense. Two parts head management. I pick the time we leave properly based on a few things as I know which roads will be the emptiest and plot the path based on intuition as I’m driving so what you may see as diversions are actually the most efficient way of getting there”. This was the days before GPS. “Next before I’ve even got in or put the key in the ignition the trips already happened and, just like the one before it, I’m grateful for how smooth it went. After that its pedal to the metal and the rest takes care of itself”.

Of course they didn’t believe it. Sadder still they didn’t attempt it. Why? Its easier to be an enemy instead of savior when everyone else is doing it. Even when the evidence was right in front of them and they were given the script on how to make it happen. Thats the difference between a Warrior and a Slave, I guess. The latter hears something that sounds like magic and discounts it without an attempt to reality test whereas the former has an equation in their head that says “Effort divided by reward equals potential for achievement and gains” then gives it a spin. Try it. You may be surprised with what happens.

Next time something kicks and you notice that Click-Whirr thinking kicking in simply stop and recode it in a different direction that starts drawing your subconscious to create new Patterns that are constantly improving your life instead of defiling it. Granted a lot of people need these vents because they carry around a lot of hatred and negative emotions they haven’t dealt with due to being strangers to introspection but thats all part of the schism.

You don’t have to be mad to be born into this realm but this planet will certainly drive you round the twist if you don’t Know the Ledge because that same process begets the spin that liberates the circle from the square its within and it allows it ascend via a spiral golden.

Small things, huge shifts. Practical spirituality and metaphysics downloaded into your consciousness via each article you ingest. Now, go make it happen. Next time something clicks ask your Self:

“Am I my savior or enemy by choosing to act like this?” and then let the meta-programming commence.

Till we meet again

Get Free or Thrive Trying

Sometimes you’ve got to sit in the filth till you’ve had enough of the stench and are motivated to do what it is you know you have to. Its a very interesting situation which can teach you a lot about your Self, this realm and the nature of entropy as well because that zone most people call comfort is actually a dis instead when you see the lay of the land as it stands. Walk with me:

The Game at the stage we’re playing is all about oppression and triumph. The individual and the collective. Big business and the mindless consumer. You get the image because on one side you have an immense array of forces with a stacked deck and various tricks, both over and underhanded, and a wealth of experience, resources and everything else and then there is you. Its quite easy to see why people acquiesce and then sell dreams to themselves about what they’ll do once they find the right moment that’ll never happen because such is the nature of the belief systems and coping mechanisms within that attempts to placate them into accepting the short end of the stick.

The Warrior, in effect, declares war on the substandard version of himself that is the end result of this process and goes hell for leather to ascend and thus in those nascent steps meets immense amount of resistance that, like the surly bonds of gravity say to the rocket, “How dare you even attempt…” before its beyond its grip and then all it takes is a little effort and you’re soaring without resistance. Think of that as the litmus test that was referenced by many are called but few choose themselves. Oh, the velvet lined rut you know well and the Mind Made Prison that built it are filled with creature comforts designed to prevent that critical mass event that makes you throw up your hands as you click across to the “Get Free or Thrive Trying” perspect that was always an option as this is the spark that powers the engine. Keeping it going when all signals say the opposite, now thats the trick because best believe a cold wind will whip and attempt to blow out the pilot light which then plunges the rest into darkness.

Inertia is a mean mistress and tempting seductress when it comes to cutting to the chase and claiming your rightful inheritance in world filled with wrongs. I mean, ask your Self, why are you well adjusted to such obvious social sickness? Why do children step in with a glow of Inner Sense that is swiftly Adulterated and no one seems to question this? Why is the history of man nothing but violence and conflict whilst most walking around the planet today may claim to be alive but they certainly aren’t living. Doesn’t this sense of numbness make you wonder or are such thoughts off limits in the realm of Thunk that was programmed into your head, back when, and you accepted as gospel?

Twelve years a Slave. A decade and change since they almost tore me out of the frame of the Game and yet none dare call it conspiracy. Thats a shame, it really is. The strongest tool in the hands of the Oppressor is the mind of his Victim. If you don’t realize this then guess what? You’re it. Not a human, just being, but doing as instructed instead. A beast of burden. Cattle, I believe they call it. They class you as Soulless and treat you with a contempt that should be Self evident to anyone who looks around the planet and has convinced themselves they are free when every step brings expense. Every step but the ones within, that is. Why don’t you know what the Path of Power is or how to navigate your inner realms? Why do you know all and everything about some celeb or other such pointless things when you are almost entirely devoid of meaningful Knowledge that makes a difference? Why? Because the programming is that effective. You were born into a realm within which a System of suppression had already been erected and were thrust into its arms by a set of parents who absolved themselves of responsibility of imparting the correct wisdom for your optimal development. Why did they do this? Ignorance. Just like their parents before them and you’ll do with your children if you choose not to listen to the Knowledge I’m kicking.

How much of your life have you actually critically examined and reasoned via the gifts of your intellect? Better yet, answer this question:

If everything you know and accept is truly correct, verified and functional as the best way of doing things then your life in all respects – physical, mental, sexual, spiritual, emotional, creative and the rest of the equation – should be in alignment with things that make you grin, feel secure within and able to communicate freely without editing, suppression or repression.

Well? Is it?

If not then you may want to consider adopting the axiom “Get free or thrive trying” because its the only way to live. Your mind is behind enemy lines. Worse still you Thunk you are them as you have no Knowledge of Self. What seems like heaven can be hell, when examined in depth, and the truth of the matter is your Soul depends on it because what you do, or do not, realize in the flesh has immense implications for what comes next. Both your lineage and personal adventure as well.

Imagine for a moment you were sent on a trip. As you were lying in bed, just about to drift off, a well wisher said “Hey, heard you’re going. I’m gonna place this credit card in your breast pocket. All the best and feel free to spend, spend, spend and take in all the experiences you can as the funds are unlimited so enjoy your adventuring”. You rise the next day, feeling the buzz of anticipation, you vaguely recollect the message but are so caught up in the experience and excitement you rush off with your ticket. To get to your destination you are aboard an immense cruise ship. It really is quite something. You eat the best foods, sip the finest drinks, take in the sights and ambiance and exclaim “Its breathtaking” as you Witness the experience. As you come close to your destination the captain of the vessel hands you a bill. “Whats this?” you said, as you take in the immense list that breaks down each and every expense you have accrued thus far on your trip. “No, no, no. There must be some mistake. See, I won a ticket. It didn’t say anything about having to pay for it”.

You argue until you are blue in the face and then find your rights read instead as you are lead to the brig. The next option is you can work off your debt, scrub the decks, prep the dishes and generally be in the midst of people who are enjoying this trip whilst your development was arrested due to your own ignorance. The astute reading will be saying “But wait, what about the fantastic plastic that was slipped inside your chest for just such situations? Why not use this?”. You have to know what you possess in order to be able to access it and the initial whirlwind of the experience was designed to make you remember to forget your potential.

Imagine the feelings when you finally make it to your destination after having nearly been worked to death and look within to find the card with no limits that was waiting all along for you to claim it. Who would be to blame in this situation? You or the crooked captain? If you said the latter then there is no point reading the rest of my content. You might as well leave now and tell everyone you know to avoid it as well. Why? Birds of a feather flock together and you are the sum of your peers and thus will not be able to comprehend the simplicity or depth of what I’m sharing.

If you clicked that you are entirely responsible for this outcome due to a) accepting what another said b) believing your powerlessness and c) not checking your options or finding out the sketch of whats truly happening then congratulations! You may just have a Warrior within that has been screaming for your attention from its suppression inside your subconscious. This is the event that will help you pull the splinter of the mind that has caused you constant irritation since you stepped in to this adventure in the flesh that feels more like a life sentence. The Path of Power is waiting because the limitless bounty this metaphor says is actually called Inner Sense and it dwells within your chest. This is who you are. This is what you once firmly possessed in a state I call Centered in Self. This is what was pushed to the edge, suppressed, repressed, edited and filtered to create the limited form of consciousness that moves at the behest of that voice in your head that most Thunk is them.

Be realistic, how the hell can you be it when you are obviously that which listens to its incessant raving that is always entirely predictable, often designed to make you miserable and has made you fear and dread things that never happened whilst remaining entirely oblivious to the signals that warned then almost came and took off your head? Thats the life of a Slave, like I said. 81% of the planet. The programming is that effective. 11% know this because they are part of the problem and profit from the suffering as the captain rewards them well for assisting his operations. 8% of us got on the boat and instead of taking in all that was being offered and swimming in distractions the first thing we noticed was that all of the staff look miserable and stressed. “How can this be heaven if they’re obviously living in hell?” we asked the question as we talked to said people living lives indentured. They all said the same thing:

“At first it was great. An all you can eat fun filled adventure we thought was a prelude to the main showing the ticket offered. Little did we realize we had to pay for it by spending the rest of our lives scrubbing the decks until they say we’ve cleared the debt and are eligible for retirement”.

It seemed to stink. Something was off. This was the splinter of the mind I mentioned and a lot of us felt it when we were young as the Adulterated world made little sense. People seemed to have it all backwards as they were intensely miserable and yet would go out of their way to deny this. Some of us kept us this line of thinking and often butted heads with the various limbs of the System that are designed to influence and lead you to making bad decisions. One of the most common things I clicked was that their inner realms were almost entirely verboten. Once you board the ship they entice you with fine labels and clothing to adorn yourself with. Many, purely due to habit and the wish to impress and keep up with the Joneses, never even looked inside themselves and thus miss their true gift, their true inheritance as they choose to sip from the poisoned chalice instead.

Just think, one of these people could say to the captain as he steps off the ship. “Here’s my card. Keep it. Charge all of my expenses, both real and imagined, for this trip as well as the rest of the people, both seemingly free and in debt, and anyone else cursed enough to set foot on this corrupt vessel that is helmed with an evil intent to exploit ignorance they themselves instill then punish them for it. As I have said, so it is”.

That is the get free or thrive trying mindset. You are unfinite. You are far more powerful than you have been lead to believe because your worth is more than gold but only if you feel the present moment directly and thoroughly. That truly is the key. Coherence. Freedom is an inside job. This I know well because they raped my awareness when I first developed free will and for the past decade and change I’ve been reverse engineering their tricks and can say, with confidence, I have the keys to the Matrix and I gladly offer them to anyone who seeks workable actions that generate more internal freedom in this realm of tyranny where ignorance reigns supreme.

Death is the ultimate illusion. You are without beginning or end, not of but in this realm, hence unfinite as you are not the symbol but that which is in motion. Once this clicks the familiar edict of “Sit still. Look ahead!” will render obvious exactly how and when you were disconnected from your chest and abdomen (two thirds of your energetics I call the Three Kingdoms aka the unlimited card awaiting your claim of it) and this is the intent of the Path of Power:

Reconnection. Resonance. Remember who you aren’t and then transcend it to discover how they tricked your Soul into becoming your egos glove puppet and then its on because its a straight line in Tetris moment as the lifelong blockage melts behind your eyelids and you find yourself back in alignment with Inner Sense.

I speak of where I’ve been, both ends of the scale and the middle is the point of balance ergo the Path is super thin. Many are called but only the ones who choose themselves shall taste freedom in the flesh whilst the rest meekly wait and inherit the earth promised as their corpse is lowered into it after a lifetime of false promises. Sadly for them that isn’t even the end of their oppression but a new beginning where they get more of what they expected due to never stopping to unwrap the gift of the present moment. Gnosis is the key. Do you Know thy Self?

You get back after your trip. The well wisher comes to greet you and asks how it went. You tell him about the captain and his tricks that turns the trippers to captives and how so few actually get to live the life they wanted. He asks about the card and you reply “I left it on the ship and told him to clear everyones debts, past, present and future as well”. The well wisher starts laughing. He says “I’ll bet he didn’t like that, not one little bit. See, they found a loophole and exploited it. It all works on ignorance. Its why I send everyone that leaves on the trip with a card of Inner Sense in their chest because its the antidote to his scheme but so few realize this. Their aim was to capture the themepark for themselves via the deceptive work and tricks you Witnessed as they’re in the business of profiting from ignorance. Its all a question of wavelength and resonance. The proportions are everything and as long as people tacitly accept the hand being dealt from a rigged deck then it will be as it is. This is the exact reason we mentioned people perish due to a lack of Knowledge and that the Kingdom is within”.

This isn’t religious. Its quite literally the way it is and if you’ve had enough of kneeling at the feet of midgets when you’re truly a giant your Self that has been tricked into accepting less, scrubbing the decks and watching everyone else enjoy themselves then what do you have to lose by choosing to live with the intent of get free or thrive trying?

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If you are still reading this its because you realized this and have probably spent more than enough of your life absorbing all the information about this trip, the ship, the promised heaven vs actual hell and the things which turned this experience into a life sentence on a planet where you have Sixty Four strands and carbon wrapped around your awareness. Even after all of this I’d be willing to bet you’ve made little progress and that is where willhelpme does what it says on the tin because I’ve been to the heights, sank to the depths and found the Path of Power in the mid along with the practical insights and experiences needed to manifest the wisdom of Knowing the Ledge that allows you to whip out the card, unlimited, reclaim your Inner Sense and make it a better trip for others as well as your Self because we are not of this realm, just visiting, but there are those who can’t exit and make it their mission to reign in hell instead.

The battle is as old as it eternal and call them what you wish. To me they are Slave/Masters aka the Opponent and he, long ago, made his bed in the heads of most of the planet who hate their lives but haven’t been pushed enough to do something about it by looking within and discovering resources they’d forgotten they possessed as they lived the life Adulterated.

Get free or thrive trying. You in?

Till we meet again

Big Dreams Cannot Be Seen by Little Eyes

It makes no sense to do what I’m about to attempt. If you’d been what I’ve lived I wonder what you do next? Would you have even survived to be where I’m at as the bigger picture swims into your vision and you realize what you’re up against. Not only are the odds tremendous but the Game is rigged and they stacked the deck to ensure that any wins you get become losses in the end. “We must make an example out of him. If you shoot the shepherd in the head the sheep will think again about who to ram with so lets send a message the rest and get them in line, quick”.

If life is a great con that plays out just like chess then it pays to think a few moves ahead but what if the other player isn’t of this realm and swims through time like fish as we do space with our motions on this planet? Sixty Four strings wrapped around your consciousness to create the illusion of a Self that thinks its human. Tell them this and they’ll rebel because it runs contra to what they said is the way it is since the inception of this thing. Am I wrong to break the spell when I see so many suffering due to their own ignorance and lack of Knowledge that could grant the discernment needed to sift fact from fiction. Or am I giving them too much credit as I see not what they are but their inherent potential that I wish to see spring from their chests again like it does from the children. Oh, how I wish to protect them and offer the guidance that from my own life was missing.

At the core of this all is it just a selfish mission? Or better yet a clever distraction to prevent me facing that which I haven’t completely dealt with due to the generations of suffering that flows in my veins as I spill the ink upon the page or is it a grander calling because only the strong can swallow the poison the others dare not sip for the betterment of the collective. Will they see it like this? Probably not. Is it important, overall, when seen via the vision of Inner Sense to get the credit in assisting them find liberation? Isn’t that reward enough, of itself, and the true Soul of your mission as you want three them what you yourself wish and that is an end of the suffering that comes from this realm.

“You know they won’t see it like this, yes? They’ll call you mad and measure you up for boots made of cement so they can toss you in the ocean of public ridicule and contempt for even making the attempt. Neither the medium nor message is important to them if it contradicts what they think and have been taught to expect”.

But what if that itself is the problem? That which they must address in order to make sense of the mess that passes for a life in this realm.

“Some people aren’t content unless they’re attempting to ice skate uphill. Why make it more complicated than it is. Stay offline, do your thing. Mainly in private with those few public sprinkles on those you meet, as and when, but nothing organized or concentrated with clear lucid steps as that reeks of rebellion and they only like that when they own both puppets on either side of the fence due to the profits and control that brings. You are a wild card. A loose cannon in that respect and just like the little boy who said the Emperor was naked and revealed the camera trick that their minds were playing on the awareness held hostage as they bought in to a narrative that was penned and seemingly sanctioned by one who knows best”.

Yes, yes, that is exactly it.

I’m warring with myself because my head offers excuses when my chest knows its inevitable as I am allowed the attempt but the fruits of my labors may never reach my lips. I’m OK with this so what is the problem?

“The problem is you’re sacred. Scared you may win and how you’ll handle it because then you’ll have to dedicate the rest to rebuilding your own lineage and that means mastering the skills of the Opponent so you can rise high beyond this life and heal the generations to come and your ancestors as well. That, after all, is the real mission and you want to skip to this step whilst avoiding the previous and thus do nothing but while away your life in pointless distractions. I ain’t mad, its needed in some respect. Calcination, dissolution then separation… You know the rest”.

I do. Fall down five, get up six… I do that well because liberation isn’t a once and done thing as it comes via concerted effort in many cycles of life and death. Ironic how that which brings freedom can enslave as well and the source of apparent joy becomes a well of sadness never ending. A little support and guidance and things could’ve been so different.

“Do diamonds that shine bright rue the pain that they felt as coals, back when? When those that were around but didn’t feel the pressure like them wondered why they were stressing and how life is perfect? Sure there is an inherent loneliness to this which was amped to the power of ten when your friends dealt you death and watched from the wings as you reanimated your shell and came back to the flesh so now you can’t claim ignorance of the stakes or their intent. After all, your very existence is a threat to all they’ve built since the times of golden BS and the DJ is about to change the tune and slide into a whole new set where tech meets flesh and a different kind of man they beget. You are the proverbial spoke in the wheels of this to them and thus can bring it all down, tumbling. Either way not only will they hate you but their captives, those you call Slaves, as well because they are allergic to true freedom as think they already possess it via the choices in entertainment and how to spend their tickets”.

Worthless figments of their imagination and yet they build their entire life around them without digging beyond the surface.

“Why would they? They don’t care. They’re coals, remember? To them the darkness is not only natural but quite pleasant as well. Plus there are loads of them. You don’t know the comfort this brings but its quite soothing to roll around with the feeling you have all the answers instead of spending your life seeking the optimal questions. To them you are the one who has it wrong or are quixotic at best. The old order of the ages set the tone and temperament and they’re about to do it again as we prepare to step into a brave new world that fiction has already paved in their heads. Don’t you see what you’re up against? They quite literally molded the world in their own image and thus anything that isn’t this is a threat ergo you might as well paint your skin red and stick horns on your head for how they’ll construe your message because progress in these concepts takes generations for it to sink. Even then its only if the seeds are fed and nourished which takes either effort or threat and you have neither the power nor resources to ensure this will happen”.

I have my right to the attempt even if the fruits evade my lips. That isn’t important though, is it? I wouldn’t say I’ve figured out all of the questions just yet but I’m on my way with my starter for ten and those I’m quite certain can help the 8% who too have felt the splinter in their mind since they stepped in.

“In contrast to what? The 81% who dwell within the velvet lined rut you call the Mind Made Prison and think of nothing but how to decorate it in order to make it glisten? Why can’t you see that is the natural order of things. You can’t speed it up, you can’t accelerate their progress because they’ll get it when they get it so why even bother with the attempt? Handle your business, keep it moving and stay away from the web because they’ll let you live if you’re just local”.

How does that explain the last skirmish? Actually, no need to tell because there was an agent in my bed that didn’t take to well to rejection which led to the rest.

“You needed to be checked. Leaping ahead again. Look, just because you’ve lived it before and know the twist doesn’t mean you can preempt it without consequence because you presence as a remainder upsets the balance of power that controls this equation. You should have walked when you had the chance because now you’re back in it again and battling odds that really are quite tremendous. Either way they are going to revere then revile before switching back again as this is how they’ll find balance but by then your physical form will be long dead and those who remain behind from the 11% will set to work on distorting your message and introducing schisms and divisions to dilute what you showed them. Its a Game as old as the empire itself, you already know this so I don’t know why I’m repeating this sentence”.

Little eyes cannot see big dreams because their limits will not allow them to perceive the truth of majesty. Just like the blind cannot comprehend the silent beauty of a sunset, no matter how finely you describe it. The pieces were set, back when, there is no choice but to attempt and do what your chest says because your mind is imprisoned as a living hostage. Show them the difference and let them make their own decision because you know fine well that the voice in their heads will reject the message due to threat it represents to its stolen position as a symptom of their internal division. Mark my words when I say that if you don’t put your chips down on the next spin you will live to regret it in a life that tastes like death as you Witness the merry hell they unleash upon this realm as they set the stage for the next bit because either way it will happen so might as well inoculate them with the gift of discernment otherwise they’ll fall for the magicians tricks and pay no heed to the man behind the curtain who looks suspiciously naked when they say he’s actually dressed in the finest linens.

Till we meet again

Beneficial Growth From a Seed of Destruction

This one came in a quickening like a glimpse of time via a cross section in which it became Self evident that pretty much all of our progress as a collective carries within a seed of destruction. Some could say this process, akin to how a pearl forms, is the genesis to this growth of benefit but then the old adage of “By their fruits shall ye know them” also rings true. Let me give you an example:

Humanity will soon become a hybrid species. Lets call the coming race Techno Sapiens because it will be a whole new genus that will bring to the table something so different that they shall become a breed (and law) unto themselves in comparison to us who will seem more primitive than cavemen in retrospect. Whence did this commence?

The Xerox invention. I have spoken on this at length before and the whole influence of other realms thing and that truly is the kernel of destruction hidden within which will now be racing towards its apex event of a Type I Civilization via chips. Certainly at the initial stages the pushback will be immense but, ultimately, fruitless because so many have already handed over their tacit approval and compliance. Picture this:

Your child comes running home from school one day, crying. You ask what the problem is. She says “Its not fair. I tried really hard and studied for the test but still got a C minus because I just can’t think as creative as the augmented students. Please, Dad, please. Let me get my eye phone implanted so Siri interfaces directly to my iris and then I’ll be one of the cool kids as well as I’m permanently jacked in to the world wide web”.

What would you do? In this example we’re going to see mankind divided by those who see it as a gross disrespect of all that is natural as they yell “Mark of the beast!” etc in various online spaces and comments. Isn’t that ironic? At the moment you could class these devices most hold as dear as life itself as a training wheels session for what is coming once implanted but there will be resistance. There will also be progressive thinking as the benefits it brings for those who believe in the survival of the fittest rhetoric will be tremendous. Of course, the marketing will be very, very slick so that anyone who goes against is seen as worse than Hitler himself:

“Thanks to this little chip poor Timmy, who was born blind and almost totally deaf, now has Twenty/Twenty vision and can hear a pin drop in the distance. Not only this but his biomechanical markers of aging are now optimally regulated which means he instantly becomes the one percent of the one percent when it comes to optimized health”.

They’ll broadcast this poster boy over the world and suddenly, like they planned it, all nations will have their own sob story turned to augmented happiness as Big Brother stands behind the curtain and grins as he says “Foolish humans, they think we’re Opponents of each other when, in reality, the entire performance is against them as we detest them but ourselves are of one intent expressed via many faces, spaces and races. Soon we shall make them identical. Even blinking in unison”. Sounds dramatic, yes? But not far from the truth, I’d bet. Its telling that many think the Simpsons predicted everything. What do they say about this particular clip being edited from the reruns?

Speaks volumes, yes? Anywhen, there will be a full on push coming for the huge benefits of this and the arguments will be raging “Its no different from a chip that prevents seizures or pacemakers slotted in to ensure people don’t kick the bucket” says one paid well to push the narrative. Across the bench will be another (equally well compensated) to argue the alternative in ways that seem passionate and those vast swathes of the planet will be swept along in the discussion which is nothing more than the bread and circus grift that is draped over the Hegelian Dialectic:

End result? People will be born plugged in from the moment they step in this realm as the old circumcision revision will flip from one end to the next but instead of removing they’ll be adding something. Just like this people will soon forget the significance and hidden meanings and implications as they step into a new sphere of consciousness and those who dwell on the fringe will be seen as naught but savages who will be left to fend for themselves against the ravages of an increasingly hostile climate as they cling to archaic motifs and await a savior to swoop in and save them from their suffering. Not much changes and yet nothing will be identical because once the tech is widespread we will see a planet with a shared mindset yet stratified, nonetheless.

In that respect the Hindu texts were, as usual, ahead of the curve again as the past they describe is the remnants of this cycle. Round and round, round we go. Tomorrow people, where is your past? If you can do the math it presents an interesting pic about the implications of this realm and those of us birthed in because, as a schizophrenic once said, “We are operated. They see us as nothing but things. Like pieces on a checkerboard that are moved, that way and this, by impulses introduced to our awareness that are then mistaken as your own creation”. Quite possibly the sanest and most accurate insight about the human condition I ever could have heard and a perspective that was in full resonance with my own imperience, introspection and adventures in higher consciousness. That may be a bridge too far for many but its so obvious once the pieces click and you allow yourself to see what is and not the edited image you’ve been trained to expect via, you guessed it, these alien influences.

Beneficial growth from a seed of destruction. Time and time again this is what we see. From the Industrial Revolution (which ushered in a new kind of fiefdom to this plane) that turned humans (and, by proxy, the entire planet) into resources up to the coming new order of the age which says “Own nothing you will and be happy”. How? How will they manage this? Simple, by augmenting your awareness. This is why I say these things now because you are still capable of critical thinking. Just a tiny bit but way more than will be capable after they kill this version of the internet due to the actions of those handy, dandy terrorists in a forthcoming attraction that will have people walking around like junkies, clucking for a fix from that black cube hit to which they’re addicted. Much like the old Coke/new Coke trick where they bought back an inferior product due to an engineered spectacle (Hegelian, again. Remember, they have but a handful of tricks that they deploy ad infinitum) people will rush to the new net as part of the zombie apocalypse. Sure there will be some grumbles and complaints that it isn’t what it was but the new bells and whistles along with that familiar dopamine hit will keep them clicking and soon the old freedoms will be forgotten as they are given something different that offers its own type of infringement they accept without questioning.

Like the humiliation ritual needed at most airports for a trip, yes? Thanks again to those handy, dandy terrorists that pop up at opportune times, do just whats needed with the loaded symbolism needed to traumatize the collective into accepting a new narrative that progresses the reality show of the life they’re only partially aware of living. The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

I push the pen to share these thoughts as testimony before it happens as much of this shall come to pass in your lifetime because its all quite predictable and, like I said at the jump, this came from viewing the cross section of this plane at the moment where we sit and the set dressers are prepping the stage for the next level of the Game you’re playing by using your Soul as a credit. Is resistance futile? Is free will an illusion? Am I the equivalent of a man walking out of a movie premiere and loudly revealing the twist for those waiting in line for the adventure of a lifetime to be beamed into their senses?

Who knows? Maybe I am or maybe thats my script. What if the aim of the Game is transcendence and one should strive to become well rounded and this, on general principle, means you no longer fit inside the reality box you were trained to sit in? Or I might have spent too much time in resonance with schizophrenics, mystics and various others who Know the Ledge and comprehend the simple truth that mind is everything hence Know thy Self rings true through all ages, stages and phases of this personalized hallucination we’re within. As a parting gift, the upside:

Life will be so radically different for those plugged in that one can scarcely imagine it. For one thing everyone will be beautiful because the act of sperm meeting egg will no longer be actions performed via consulting adults. No, the chips implanted in will say “Sure, get your rocks off! Do what thou wilt with the object of your affection but no procreation until the System says that what ye and she will create will be of benefit to the collective”. When it finds a suitable mix the genes will be stitched and whats hatched will be aligned with the movements of the planets in order to birth a being of far greater resonance than simple minded bumping and grinding could ever bring. They too will be, naturally, chipped from the moment they step in and thus will know not any other options or differences beyond what the databanks tell them. For thrills they will step in to simulations that allow them to glimpse our lives in the flesh and they’ll shudder “Ugh! So primitive and savage!” as they exit these binary approximations. Who knows, maybe they’re already doing it and this is what puts the impulses in our heads the schizophrenics click and regular people observe with the comment:

“I don’t know what came over him! He was a totally different person” as well as the slew of serial killers who say they were possessed and what did this wasn’t them but they were entirely helpless to resist as they felt compelled by something within that took complete control of them. Stranger things have happened. Is this a bridge onto which you could step even if its labeled “This way lies madness” and, in much smaller script “And possibly enlightenment”. Its across this I’m currently stepping as I send this message to the collective because even though we have evolved and gained so much since Moses was a kid in short trousers in terms of the outer realms we are, quite literally, worse than primitives within due to a total lack of awareness about our consciousness and true nature of sentience as well as what is beyond this realm. Once again, the old ways say exactly this because they were penned during times of higher resonance and that is akin to the universe being not only sentient but breathing and thus the current hell on Earth is an exhale whereas the few who make it through the various stages to get to end and repopulate this realm with their genetics (8 men plus 1 woman and not the kind that roll like wheels) and thus becomes the gods of the new age as they said “Let us make man in our image” and on spins the Game.

The chief way these augmentations will work, and what will provide the greatest thrill, is akin to pumping a controlled low level hallucinogen into the blood stream of the chipped. Suddenly the “Row, row, row your boat (made of flesh) gently down the stream (of consciousness)” axiom reveals a truth otherwise hidden because there is a good reason why a babies mind bears a lot of resonance to that of an adult on a trip and why pretty much every religious text (and tradition that birthed them) were familiar with altered states of consciousness and thus this carbon based flesh being remixed is inevitable. I can’t claim to have it all figured out. Yet. Thats still a great work in progress. These are simply the notes so far. A pencil sketch. An observance of one in resonance with Inner Sense because it feels like my duty to report this to those wondering what the hell is going on and the greater implications of being born into this realm to serve a life sentence in the flesh where very little makes sense if given critical examination but then most do not think (they Thunk instead) as they are too busy working, stressing and amusing themselves to death to click that their situation is very similar to that of a frog which was lowered in to a pot of cold water that is now almost boiling.

They could escape at any moment by using the faculties present but the scenario is engineered in such a way to make them forget their strengths, take the option of least resistance and then be served as an offering to the intelligence that placed them in said predicament whereas the Warrior dares step upon the Path of Power and may just find themselves being chased around hells kitchen by an irate chef who says “No, no, no you aren’t supposed to do this! Get back in the pot as programmed and stop telling the rest these crazy things of which you have no proof beyond this crazy loon raving”.

And yet it is now written and impressed on your awareness so when it happens this testament will reflect I saw what could manifest if we, as individuals and the collective, choose to do nothing. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to stretch my legs.

Till we meet again

Are You Going Through the Motions With No Emotion?

A common trait that exists in nearly all Slaves but very few Warriors is going through the motions with no emotion. I shouldn’t have to say anything else as one should know where they stand on the scale but so many have spent so long engaging in self deception they no longer can tell whats going on within. And away we go…

There is a man, praying, surrounded by those of his creed who believe the same things, uphold their traditions and carry forth all of the rites and symbols as expected. Lets take a closer look inside his head a he performs his obeisance:

“I can’t believe she said that. What a twat! Who does she think she is? Anyway, that bill is due and I’m stressed about paying it. I think I’ll ask for some help, he is such a good friend that he is bound to chip in. Actually, if I frame it correctly he may pay the whole thing because we all know he’s a rich kid downplaying it and wants to be seen as a regular person even though he clearly isn’t”.

Take the example and apply it to any context you’ll wish but the schism will be identical because the body will be doing something and the mind will often be someplace else. Believe it or not its actually really common during sex where both people put on meta-performances in order to elicit what they think would be a good rating for their cavorting. This one is actually so prevalent that many have never even glimpsed the alternative and thus live up entirely to rites which spell “Waste your waist!” with a grin. These Slave/Masters really are quite wicked. Highly placed as well. Everybody wants to be at the top of the pyramid…

The Warrior, on the flip is of one ment. Single pointed focus that is present entirely in the moment and thus the difference in perception is immense because whilst the Slave accesses a handful of points in edited consciousness that is presented to their awareness in lieu of direct experience the Warrior Witnesses billions of bits of data that wash over him at the same instance. To use that example in terms of prayer he would be the one not just reading the map and its directions but actually visiting where its pointing via the primacy of consciousness. In bed you’d see this couple pass a ball of consciousness back and forth during their tryst and each volley ups their collective resonance and thus an orgasm is far more than the genital sneeze most Thunk it is and its the reason why people, once upon a when, used sex as a ladder to enlightenment.

Just think of all of the times you’ve jumped on the lowest rung, thought you’d done it big then scurried back to the ground floor congratulating yourself whilst being entirely unaware of what you didn’t know you didn’t know you were missing. Same with the prayer example as you could pick a hundred people who are outwardly devout, tote all the symbols, know the text backwards and obey all the commandments and yet how many of them have actually tasted the cake they were promised? Even had a sniff? Known anyone who had experienced? A handful at best. And then those would be classed as heretics when they spoke of their experience as the rest would see them as being above their station:

“How dare you climb the ladder”.

This is an apt metaphor for so many roles and fields in life because we dwell in a lower state of Adulterated consciousness and because we don’t suspect this (like the hint of “second nature” doesn’t make it obvious) we are easily manipulable via forces both non and human.

Anywhen, this is a quick missive that should hit the spot in those wishing they could actually feel something within whilst going through the motions without emotions due to the numbing affect of Adulteration. Like I said at the jump, words aren’t needed for this one because you’ll automatically know if you are or aren’t but the examples are so visceral and relatable that nothing else needs to be said.

Now you know, what are you going to do about it?

Till we meet again

You Are in an Altered State of Consciousness

Why do we drink, smoke, snort, have sex, entertain ourselves and countless other things if not to alter our fundamental state of consciousness? Thing is most people don’t click how ineffective it to constantly crave another hit as they attempt to escape from their current state which I call Adulteration. Look at that word. Its perfect, isn’t it? A slew of glyphs that signal your awareness to a state you are intimately familiar with but never questioned as you were not only trained to expect it but blindly accepted it as the inheritance most claim from their parents is a legacy of ignorance and suffering.

Of course, they don’t know this. Won’t admit it either and many will fight to the death to deny the truth of this but the funny thing about reality is it doesn’t care about your feelings. Not one bit. “Its just like second nature” bleat the well conditioned to this collective social sickness who buy the tale they sell that the emperor is not naked and all is actually well in the realm. The little boy said “You’ve been swindled” as he pointed out the obvious, swiftly followed by “What is prime nature then?”. That I call Inner Sense. Its what you stepped in with. What was shifted, edited and remixed and fed back to you as an Adulterated consciousness. Its why we struggle to change our minds because we, fundamentally, most people don’t like themselves. Why would they? After all, they’re living hostages due to their own ignorance and lack of Knowledge.

And yet the man who points this out often meets a sticky end. People whose lives are built up on self deception get nervous when the truth rears its head. 8 billion Souls. How many do you think introspect? Better yet, how many can claim to be truly living, present, correct and fully embodied in the present? A small percent, at best. I spoke to one once. Told him my intent after we recognized from a distance. As the old adage says “Real recognize real” and he looked familiar. As we stood, chopping it up and kicking the bobo I asked “Do you share this gift with anyone else?”. He replied “Yes, my pets, my plants, my ancestors and anyone around my energetics but in polite conversation I do not mention it or even venture into other peoples dirty realms”.

I found that fascinating as I was the opposite and felt I’d been mainlining the secret truth of the universe and wanted everyone to get a hit. He smiled as he said:

“The folly of youth, incarnate. You are too young to wield this wisdom”.

“And yet I have it”.

“That doesn’t mean you know how to use it or aren’t a danger to yourself and others”.

“What do you mean?”.

“Its quite simple, really. Look” he gestured at his dress. It was simple, white cotton from head to toe that draped well. No logos, nothing fancy, no pretense. Just pure function. “If I am dressed like this and he” he gestured over to a worker that was wearing rigger boots as he digs into the ground to lay foundations “Came over and I hugged him, what happens?”.

“Your clothes would get dirty” I said.

“Exactly. Exactly this. To him it makes no difference. What I’m dressed in will have zero influence on his attire or presence. It won’t even graze the surface as its so tough and calloused yet for me my threads would be ruined. I learned that once the glow sprung within I needed to protect it by keeping it hidden so I keep the world at a distance but wish it all the best, nonetheless. They are beyond helping and any attempts will not be welcomed as you expect because what you say will contradict what they expect and they’ll hate you for it. Its a tale as old as time itself and why, during their time in the flesh, mystics are misrepresented or outcast and only when they’ve left and their message can be edited or flipped will people accept their concepts as an ideal. People want to be deceived. They line up for it. Its what they need because it allows them to pretend they can still feel. Look, look at him”. A man with a blowtorch in his fist and welders mitt was working on a fence. “That is the average level of sensitivity of the average man and and woman. They go through life dressed in that contraption and don’t question why they feel so disconnected“.

“But thats exactly it. If you can see this and can help them take off what isn’t needed then why not assist them?” I asked. He smiled, shook his head and looked ruefully into the distance.

“Don’t think I haven’t tried it. My family ostracized me when I tried to get them to look within. They said I was a heretic, a traitor to their faith and my sayings were blasphemous. Eventually the discomfort got so bad, the tension so immense that I upped and left and came to this continent instead where nobody knows me like that and I keep myself to myself. Well, apart from my pets and allotment”.

The rest of the conversation went on as I tried to wrap my head around the things he said because to me they reeked of a man defeated who fell at a hurdle, decided not to get up again and made a little encampment and stopped running the race I intended to win. He laughed, long and hard. People looked over in irritation as they rushed that way and this at the two potential lunatics standing there, obscuring the pavement in animated discussion.

“You can’t save anybody. Only your Self. When you get this the rest will make sense. Ah, you’re young and idealistic. You want it to be one way, but it isn’t. If you’ve been given clean white dress the best course of action is to keep your distance, lest you’re enmired in filth for your attempts”.

“What is the point in dying with your music within when by sharing it you could uplift the collective?” I challenged. “One candle lights another and thus spreads the illumination”.

“You don’t get it, do you? The world is like this because that is whats intended. This is a corrupted realm that is far closer to hell than most suspect”.

Actually, this was a very valid point and aligned with something I’d often suspected before his conversation as I wondered why the wicked run free and are well rewarded for doing heinous things whilst the good die young, often broken and penniless after their journey through a world that cares naught about their feelings and offers nothing but cruelty and various control mechanisms. He laughed again and said:

“You see. Just like them you know but refuse to see it. Isn’t that ironic”.

I had to admit, he had a point but I still couldn’t accept it.

“Look, you are one of the lucky ones. Call it fate, good deeds or just one of those things. You have managed to open your eyes and realize you were dozing in locomotion in a sleepwalking existence. Now to them” he gestured to the madness of crowds that thronged around us on that busy pavement “Its a rude awakening. One they don’t expect, want or ask for even. No matter how much they need it. That isn’t your concern. Your empathy is admirable. Misplaced, but admirable nonetheless. Plus you have no idea what you’re up against. Take it from me, I had to lose all that was precious in order to win. If I could go back again to my time of zeal I never would’ve said a thing to my family about my awakening. I would have kept going through the motions of their expectations, respecting the traditions and keeping my observations private as I cultivated my inner realm. That would’ve been for the best as I would have lead by example instead of trampling over all they held sacred as that made them class me a madman”.

“But you care what people think. I don’t” I told him. I felt this was the main difference between us. “You would happily stand there cheering for a naked emperor even though you can see fine well. That is a betrayal of the Self, tantamount to Soul murder, if you think. Something very disrespectful and an action I cannot sanction as my conscience will not let me do this. To me the cost is irrelevant. I don’t care about those who don’t get it but for those who do its literally life changing. Put it this way, if someone else was me and they’d clicked the trick to happiness was hidden within beneath your fears and it took risking it all on one spin to hit the jackpot I’d really, really appreciate them telling me and offering some guidance. Wouldn’t you?”.

“Pain a cruel mistress” he said. “But her methods are effective. They run from her, you to her. That is the difference because you make your enemies your friends. Thats quite a dangerous way of living and not in accordance with one who has lit the lamp within as you should make your priority safeguarding it in order to safely cross the abyss. You, on the other hand, seem like you can’t wait to greet death because you think what shines now can never be extinguished. I have my doubts on this. Sure, you can call me chicken, say I’m hedging my bets or have failed to accept the challenge and you may be correct. I just know I don’t want to let go of what I’ve gained as it cost me everything so yes, I do play it cautious and I do think you’re reckless. We each have our own path and I do wish you the best because it will be interesting to see what happens if you manage to stay in the runnings and make the distance. I’ll be watching” he said as we parted and went our own ways, never to meet again.

A decade has passed between now and then. As much as things have shifted some parts are identical and others I’ve discovered since have strengthened my resolve as well. I get now what he meant about spiritual development being a solo thing because even if you band together an organization of like minded people the human condition is so fickle and twisted that it will beget more problems than it solves if not create a state of co-dependence. That I have to admit was entirely correct from the initial incarnation of the wilhelpme project that was based in the physical. The old phrase of leading a horse to water makes so much sense because those who are disconnected no longer click that they are thirsting or the solution is right in front of them.

His comments about white dress, the mess and wanting to make it out in one piece upon finding the exit makes a lot of sense as well but I can’t help but feel he’d already been defeated due to his experience. There was another similar event where I was walking along, minding my biz, when a woman stopped me and asked a question that led to a very similar discussion except she was a psychic:

“Keep doing what you’re doing. Its all unfolding as intended. I was told to pass you a message: Know you’re powerfully protected, divinely sanctioned and here to uplift the collective as the time will come when peoples minds shift from the outer to within so keep your eye open for the peak of oppression and then, and only then, should you announce your presence. Don’t varnish a thing, say it loud and direct. Until then keep practicing what you preach. The key is how you feel. Invite them all to listen but only those who hear will choose to be free because not all are destined to leave. In times of universal deceit the spiritual revolutionary speaks fearlessly, truthfully and powerfully. This is what the situation needs. Share your gifts freely. Send out your ripples of influence. Those of resonance will be drawn in. Beyond that you can do nothing but of that which you’re capable so spark in the darkness and lets see what happens. I’ll be watching”.

Then she left.

You know, I’ve often said that people are figments of our imagination in the sense that we never truly interact with them but our interpretations. A while ago I wanted to buy an island. Nothing big or lavish. It was actually quite tiny but affordable and, best of all it was totally distant from all and everything. Ironically I was dressed in white linens on summers day on the pavement having this conversation as I said to my friend:

“I’m thinking of leaving. Take that trip, jet, get my own island and spend the rest of my life in quiet contemplation”.

At just that moment a junkie rolled up, clucking for his fix and interjected: “What is the point in you having the light, the shine, the voltage and then going and hiding it in a cave on an island? You might as well have not came for all the good it did”. Even he looked surprised by what he said as he wasn’t expecting those words to come from his lips as he reup’d that sunny morning. My friend raised his eyebrows and said “He’s got a point” and I had to admit he did. Look at the metaphysics:

A man who is an addict when seen as an aspect of Self projected out is one that is shying away from reality as it stands by using a coping mechanism to hide the fact this isn’t the life he intended. In his case it was what he slammed in his veins to take off the edge and make it through another day. Flipped and introspected that would have been me sitting on my tiny island in a state of Self induced bliss in a state of disconnection as the world went to hell but I was happy in my little bubble. Poetic.

Obviously that didn’t happen as I’m here in the trenches with the rest but still wearing white threads. Would things have turned out different if it wasn’t for the conversations with that man or the psychic earlier on or do we all play many parts in each others existence and there are levels of potential that actualize depending on how we harness our consciousness and decide our resonance? Either way its very interesting because as I sit here and push the pen I recollect these events that seem like they happened a lifetime ago as so much has shifted. And yet much remains identical and there is always newness pouring in. Such is the process of continual Self improvement as its akin to upping the resolution of your perception and things just keep getting clearer and clearer as you shake off the resistance that comes from a lack of introspection, unexamined fears and inherited ignorance.

This is what I mean about being in a state of altered consciousness. I call it Adulteration for a reason because once you remove what isn’t true, what isn’t real or authentic then what remains is Inner Sense. The alchemists of yore knew this well hence the metaphors of turning lead to gold by shifting a few atoms because the one who does this unlocks limitless riches for theirs is the Kingdom.

In all of my adventures many people have been many things. I wonder what aspect of you I represent and what you take from my message and presence as you wouldn’t be reading this if there wasn’t a deeper reason within. They key to Inner Sense is that boundless curiosity which simply has to know so follow your inner glow, see where it leads and then please tell me as I’m wondering if there are links and resonance between the maps of higher consciousness I’m building and the ones you’re discovering as your prime nature may just be the final frontier which we’re all seeking but most, like the welders mitt, are too numb and disconnected to even suspect exists as they run around behind external symbols and traditions that, historically, haven’t done a thing but foster division and conflict under the guise of unification.

Kind of like the net, in that respect. Yes? The new opiate of the masses. Soon to be implanted. Techno Sapiens. Coming to a planet near you!

Till we meet again

Inside Out vs Outside In Thinking

As a child when bored in school I would look intently at the back of someones head. Nine times out of ten they’d turn around at some point and look exactly at me. “Interesting” I’d think. This thought experiment had its genesis in something way back when that may or may not have been inspired by watching Superman as the child me pondered “Is there something shooting out of my eyes, like a torch in the darkness, to create vision?“. I suspected there had to be something because you could feel the shift when you closed your lids. Even then I used to frequently see colors and streams of phosphenes as well and it felt like a pregnant kind of darkness that was most certainly not nothingness but something far more subtle.

These days everything we have is an extension to our inner realms and we, as a collective, are trained to seek everything from validation, meaning and even our reason for being from external sources. It wasn’t always like this. Long distant cultures across the planet (with no visible links. Or so it is said) spent generations observing and mapping things like the motions of the stars across the heavens and noticed they appeared to be moonwalking and this birthed the concept of precession which has profound implications and significance we’ll discuss as we’re progressing. I do find it interesting that on all continents we have massive buildings that were erected with astronomic precision almost like they were encoding a message by using variables unchanging. That or these were just the simple symbols of a primitive people who had nothing to amuse them so they built their little rinky dink monuments which are of no significance. Take your pick.

The world certainly like chirping the “We are all the same. We are all equal” rhetoric thats been pumped into their heads but this wasn’t the case, back when. Then you were seen as the continuation of what came before. Your Soul manifested in to a bloodline of resonance that best fitted your temperament and potential ergo this is what you did. Really not that different from nowadays with the whole silver spoon thing but, once again, inverted as we speak of the outer and they were more about the in. “Fighters beget fighters. It is in their blood to inherit the drives of their ancestors as well as the environment that shapes them ergo they are best applied as defenders of the realm”. People had roles. Society was quite stratified in that respect. But, that isn’t to say one could not trade places as one of the shifts could switch a man born into a humble lineage into the upper echelons of wisdom. Jesus and the Three Wise Men is a great example because whether or not you believe in this is irrelevant as it illustrates the link between the motions of the cosmos and what is happening on the surface. “As above, so below” goes the old axiom.

The fore-bearers to these people spent lifetimes mapping the moves of the stars and started to draw links as they encoded patterns of motion with glyphs and symbols that create the zodiac which still makes its presence felt. For example April is linked with the ram or lamb as that is when spring springs and it shows the same traits of a head first way of doing things. On the flip we have Pisces with the two fish that are constantly in motion resonant of the feet as well as countless other blips which are worthy of an article themselves. In short I say that to say this:

We look at humans that are broadcast on TV sets as celebs and they hold many in thrall as they orbit these false stars that pretend and obscure the grander motions they attempt to represent. Once again, outside in goes the flip. After a while they started drawing up a pretty slick cosmology that is heavily dumbed down as astrology these days and used it as a way to link the calibre of Soul stepping into this realm and thus every village had a Shaman (that would give way to the priest class after expansion) and they’d check their charts and references for the one who was coming next and start pouring their wisdom and life experience into the head of the next one to be leading the council of reason as there were those who tilled the fields, those who tended to the beasts and then the intermediaries between this realm and the next as well as the chieftains. In that respect nothing has changed but the labels as we have doctors, politicians and laborers plus, just like back when, not everyone can become anything as there are definite grooves etched in as well as the whole glass ceiling thing about what is possible. As much as things change they tend to stay the same, yes? Those who aren’t aware of their past are also doomed to repeat it ergo your ignorance is weapon being used to suppress your potential.

They believed that children who step into this realm possess a glow (a state I call Inner Sense) and with the correct nurturing that can provide the kind of guidance most miss because their eyes are fresh and see the world exactly as it is as well as a depth of connection that isn’t tainted or filtered by lifes experiences. Once again, this was flipped because its an all out mind war to make children as dishonest as their parents as they are forced to fit in to square pegs as round holes via the vagaries of the System and its camps of concentration that standardize thinking then reward gaslighting.

“Look over at that tree at yonder distance” said the old shaman to his new apprentice. “I want you to put your mind into it and then do the same with that other to the left near the rock shaped like a calf at rest”. The child did so and reeled off the shifts inside his sensations and correctly sifted the hard from the softwood as he said:

“I feel heavy. So dense. This tree has seen many things and it keeps even more hidden”. Shifting his awareness to the left he senses the difference with a grin. “This one is light, bright, so open. Its far more simple. Essentially they are the same but experientially different”.

The older man congratulates his instincts and they walk up to said trees and check the difference between hardwood and soft. Later that evening they sit inside a cave. Total darkness. There is a curtain drawn across the entrance and he motions to his apprentice to press his eye to a hole made in a specific location. He points at a star in the distance and says “Just like the tree I want you to tell me how this star feels” and lets the childs imagination answer the question.

“It is cold. Unpredictable. There is a huge feeling of sadness and moisture like tears weeping. Such intense emotions that can swing from rage to happiness. It feels.. Transformative and yet also yearning like a wolf that howls into the abyss on pure instinct as there is a hunger within that demands expression and will not be suppressed”.

The shaman listens with an intent but relaxed focus and asks the child to move his attention from the hunters shoulder (home of one the brightest stars overhead) to another hole in the curtain.

“Oh wow” says the boy as he shifts his resonance to the singular focus which is saturating his consciousness. “This one is totally different. Its very even and balanced. It seems mature and luxurious. I feel like singing and dancing as its got such rhythm” the boy adds as he starts tapping his feet the beat he’s sensing. Here endeth the lesson.

Via these constant refinements that stretched the awareness the child developed a depth of experiential Knowledge that was based upon external guidance to link with whats within and then compare and contrast this with what was previously inherited by the one training the next generation. In that respect it was a living tradition that flows like an ocean and thus was always in motion. Nor was it restricted to the shaman and his ilk as the whole village benefitted from this gnosis as they based so many things of their existence around the guidance of one well versed in the secret language that speaks to all but is only truly heard by those in resonance.

As the years progressed the boys became men and each continues the tradition of stepping into the world small and being placed on the shoulders of one who is big and thus becoming capable of more than what came before them. As you can guess from this type of living life was once very, very different on this planet as people were far more in tune with the elements and everyone strove for balance in a way that is now almost entirely missing. But, thats another level of the Game. You may experience it on another spin. Or maybe these texts will help you recollect the events that happened in other incarnations in this realm because whilst the flesh you wear may change the Witness remains the same.

These days we do things differently. We don’t believe in this primitive nonsense. We have tech. Thanks to the net the entire world is at our fingertips but this tale highlights a powerful difference about what is missing. Can you guess what it is? Its not just the message but also the medium.

Happiness or sadness. Shock or glee filled thrill. Its all, ultimately, a set of RGB pixels on a black mirror that manipulates your consciousness in lieu of direct experience. Compare and contrast this with the world of the shaman and his apprentice as well as their way of doing things and you’ll see they were far more in tune with the unfinite whereas we are walking around with defective operating systems pumped into our heads that prize disconnection as they instill outside in Thunking vs inside out thinking that develops the skills of introspection, observance and intuition hence Know thy Self.

This missive started off with a bored school jit shooting beams into the back of peoples heads. Sometimes he would intently focus and still that energetic presence around the iris as he balanced his chair on two legs via the motions of his spine and head to keep everything in check as he built up the voltage whilst the teacher was noting things on the blackboard with some chalk gripped in his fingertips. At just the right moment he would send this immense chunk of force that had been built at the one leading this session in the concentration camp he was attending with the explosive intent “Drop it!”. Just over half the time the teacher did and the boy would start giggling intensely as his chair went flying. “You think this is funny? Huh? You idiot. Get out of my class. This instant!” said the older man with face red as he yelled and screamed at the child who had an immense grin on his lips who felt like he’d won not one or two but three things as he’d just conducted an imperiment, discovered something of interest and could now spend some time by himself to think about what had happened and the deeper meaning of it.

Old habits die hard I guess. And by that I mean they’re eternal because death is the greatest illusion but thats another topic.

Till we meet again

Soul Glow

What you’re about to hear may sound a bit strange compared to all you’ve been told since you stepped into this world and all it brings but I assure you its just how it is and if you listen you’ll feel the truth shining within.

At our most fundamental, the quintessential essence, we are a specific type of light that manifests as sentience. Imagine it like a fountain whose presence is but hint of larger, stronger current that manifests as your own bubbling spring and you’ll start intuiting the links between us and the divine are indivisible, ever present as we are that which is us. There is no difference, just a question of voltage, resonance and the strength of the connection.

As babies this is overflowing. So much so that a pregnant woman is glowing due to the light coalescing within as the cells perform their dance of division and unison to form the bones, flesh and sensory organs that will hyper-conduct your awareness into this realm by giving it length, breadth and depth as this world is based on limits in a process of individuation. After all, consider the EM spectrum and how we decode but a glimpse of a little bit via disparate senses attuned to certain frequencies of resonance that then stitch together the outer within before filtering it through a laundry list of whats acceptable to our perception via our life experience and instruction before trimming it again to form the equivalent of a pencil sketch that is presented to your awareness, the Witness, that renders this possible and who you are before, after and during this realm.

The science I can provide, should you wish, to back this perspective but for now we are wandering, wondering about all of this so lets keep stepping along the path of the imaginational.

Long before all of that happens, when we are still glowing from within due to how firmly we’re connected to the source of our illumination we are crawling, falling, bawling, smiling and coming to grips with the vehicle we pilot to experience this realm as its operating without limits. There are no habits to speak of, no framework within of what we expect as we aren’t yet jaded, trained or rendered as shadows of our Self. No, we are whole. We know we are something special, even if we haven’t yet came to grips with the spells and rites of the language we use to communicate with the rest as no one can deny that babes speak in ways which are so powerful and direct as they remind each and every one of us of what we were made to forget.

Nobody ever seems to mention the strangeness of why this glow dims as we progress. I call this process Adulteration and I noticed it as a jit as there were those who I knew who were mature but were still within the same level of resonance as I at the moment. “Why do you feel so different to my parents?” I asked one day and the reply was most interesting. “They don’t know who they are any more. They have forgotten themselves. Close your eyes tell me what you witness”. I did and relayed the visions which felt like flying through a realm of light that was filled with bright patterns. “If you ask anyone else this they’ll tell you they see darkness and this is the difference that makes all the difference. Hold onto this, fight till your last breath anyone who attempts to disconnect or interfere with this resonance because its the only thing worth anything in this realm“.

And then back we went to playing.

Its amazing how you can drop very heavy metaphysics on a childs awareness if you offer intuitive steps and the right type of guidance along with the freedom to draw their own conclusions based on experience. In many ways all of which I’m sharing had its genesis in events, thoughts and deeds that had happened as a child because we are, after all, inside a fractal ergo self similarity is the name of the Game we’re playing with the credit of our Soul which once glowed but for most dims so now they, like moths, run repeatedly toward external illumination as a poor substitute for what once (and can again) shine within.

I later found these internal lights were called phosphenes and were, once upon a time, quite common and now when they manifest are seen as problems. If that doesn’t reflect the way of the world as it is then I don’t know what will. Odd, isn’t it how we criminalize the natural and embrace the synthetic. Thats speaks quite free and clearly of the nature of the schism we find ourself within. At least, that is what the Warrior thinks on his quest as the Slave has been programmed never to think such things as they limit their own freedom via the bonds of the Mind Made Prison within which their Witness languishes, a living hostage inflicted with Stockholm Syndrome that secretly feels something is missing but would rather die than admit it. So they will. Again and again. Until they gather the strength to marshal their resources and rise up against the forces that lulled them into this false state of awareness then gaslighted them to submission as they live an entirely artificial existence.

I’m getting aheart of myself.

A fountain doesn’t create water out of thin air. There is always an undercurrent, a stronger connection to another body which generates its flowing via a sympathetic resonance that allows it to create its own experience. Now I’d like you to imagine that you, at your most basic element, are that experience. The waters of consciousness that are flowing as a current of light that swims around your nervous system because it was, is and will be pre-existing as the brain doesn’t create the mind, even though it does influence perception. Remember when I said babies are in a pure state of connection and the perfect form of resonance? Its interesting how their brainwaves sync up perfect with the Adulterated under the experience of a hallucinogen as the brain which was trained to think and look in one certain direction forms new modes of connection which are not quite as novel as they seem hence why there is a familiar newness underpinning the experience as well as a comprehension of the deal, even if its ineffable mostly. What does that say of the System which outlaws this and then proceeds to sell you lightbulbs, electric and various other concepts of false shines with their own message and intent woven into the medium?

The fountain of light is flowing, bubbling away happily in the minds of babes as their Inner Sense runs at full strength whilst getting accustomed to the flesh within which they will be serving a life sentence on the planet. You could say the first eight summers set the tone for what will follow and that in itself is based on various other aspects of influence like where and when you drew your first breath, the lives of your parents and their own epigenetics as well any other baggage they happen to be carrying as there is so much that goes into making a human being. Consider this:

A man was charged and found guilty of the crime of embezzlement, even though he protested his innocence and hadn’t done a thing. The jurors didn’t see it this way and sent him to the clink and three years later upon release he wanted answers as he found himself consumed with thoughts of revenge. Thankfully he met someone who could help him and together they examined his heritage and found that back in the Sixties his father had been accused of murdering his business partner and got away with it. Everyone knew he did it but he was acquitted due to a technicality at trial which let him keep his ill gotten gains whilst enjoying his freedom and all this brings him. Nobody in the family ever spoke of this but it was a badly kept open secret as all knew what happened. His son, interestingly, was charged at the same age of his fathers trial and thus punishment was meted, but upon the wrong individual.

Sins of the fathers, yes? There are plenty of case histories like this and they are entirely factual, if far out of mainstream consciousness because the implications run contrary to what players of the Game have been instructed as “The way it is”, when its certainly no such thing.

If you stop and consider your own life you may find similar points of resonance, if not quite so dramatic as its quite obvious to me and my experience that certain events leave ripples in the blood that runs through our veins and life often coalesces around the resonance.

Once again, I’m getting aheart of myself as that Kingdom processes at a far broader rate than the head to which I’m speaking so lets back up a bit:

The light that once flowed within is obstructed as you are handed rocks and boulders as your families inherited wisdom, belief systems and way of doing things. At first you place them round the edges of the fountain as you intuitively don’t wish to dampen its flowing, neither can you reject these “gifts” because no one told you that was an option as well as the nature of the mind of child which exists in a state akin to hypnosis. Eventually, through means fair or foul, blatant or indirect they hit upon the target and that point in the middle that I call being Centered in Self starts dribbling where it once was flowing. This is when the glow of your Soul dims and the sense of disconnection kicks in. Suddenly these rocks evolve and what was the psychosocial equivalent of caveman becomes a booming metropolis of concepts that just keeps expanding. You are no longer the one true ruler of your Inner Kingdom. No, you are just another denizen fighting for a parking space after being stuck in traffic as you wander about this vaguely ordered chaos and rush back to your apartment (aka the Mind Made Prison) to switch off for a moment before doing it all again upon rising.

All of these energies are foreign, they are alien in that sense and we inherit them without question and thus become as divided as our parents and theirs before them. This is why the Souls glow of Inner Sense dims as we become encultured and Adulterated as we adjust to a society profoundly sick and call it a measure of mental health when its no such thing. The truth of this should be obvious, some will feel it in their chest as their Witness nods its head and says “Finally, someone who gets it” whereas others will not hear this as their Opponent screams in their heads “Liar! Heretic! Satanist!” or something else dramatic which points at the rocks and says they are pure and righteous when in reality they are the cause of their problems as they prevent flowing.

There was a very cut throat business man, once upon a when, who cared about nothing else beyond expanding his share in the market, destroying his competition and ensuring he stayed rich. If you asked him why he did this he’d say it was all for his children when in reality it was no such thing as he’d had a poor upbringing himself and had felt first hand the jabs of neglect as he wept to himself as he knew no one was coming and, if they did, it would be to deliver another ass whupping. As such he hadn’t really played much of a role in his kids lives, even though he provided them with the best nannies, au pairs, boarding schools and skiing lessons he could gift. Their emotional connection to him was next to nil. Until, one day, he dropped down dead. Well, almost, as his heart attack should’ve been fatal but they managed to airlift him and bring him back to the living to continue his mission of chasing riches.

Thing is, that didn’t quite happen. “It felt like I’d been swallowed whole into a the depths of a despair so total and encompassing I thought “This must be hell”” he later recollected. Upon getting out of the hospital after receiving the finest medical attention he found he could no longer do what he did. At first he suspected he’d lost his nerve so he hired performance coaches, fitness trainers and a specialist nutritionist but none of them could change a thing. “I just don’t feel like myself” he said, sitting in the office. “If you had to draw a link between what you glimpsed near death and your own life what would be the resonance”. “Oh, shut up! I’m not doing this whole Freudian “You didn’t get enough time on the tit”. I knew it, you’re a charlatan. I don’t know why I bothered” he said as he stormed out. I noticed he was smiling.

That day he was on form at work, slaying the dragons as promised and feeling top of the world again due to the reactivation of his Patterns. Thing is it didn’t last and after a few he was back again. “Whatever you did, do it again. I’ll double the rate for the session, heck I’ll triple it and if you can make it permanent I’ll hand you blank cheque and you can bill what you wish after signing a contract that guarantees that level of performance”. Ever the businessman, yes? Without getting to far into it what had happened was this:

The reason why we nod for yes and shake our heads for no is due to the movement of this light, this current, within our nervous systems and how it relates to our consciousness. As children we are full bodied, entirely present, Centered in Self as we reign over the present moment. This is our natural state of energetics before the mess we inherit and most never question, even though they hate it. Consider that an editing movement when it comes to body language as this is how the glow starts to dim as these thoughts, feelings and unexpressed actions generate levels of resistance which stick together to form Patterns that the mind then uses without thinking to generate our reactions on the day to day. You’ve experienced this yourself when flying off the handle over a little thing that was, in retrospect, quite frivolous but at the moment the emotions it bought up were intense as it wasn’t just that event but the truth that lies in your shadows depth. The Pattern. Consider it in the terms of the equal and opposite reaction along the lines of folk wisdom that says that policemen and moderators of Reddit were bullied as children and thus are drawn toward positions where they can demonstrate power over others as a form of compensation and you’ll be quite correct in the picture you begin sketching as to the nature of folks inner realms.

If you ask direct they’ll deny this and provide many forms of justification or excuses designed to hide this realization from themselves as their Witness languishes in the cell of their own Mind Made Prison. Their chest and abdomen, the other two Kingdoms, know exactly what happened as they cannot be anywhere else than now ergo the past is always present as only the brain has the luxury of editing and pretending its something else due to the tale they tell themselves in their heads.

The businessman didn’t get his solution, nor did I get that cheque because what he wanted I couldn’t offer him, even though it was quite obvious as he had the pieces but refused to draw the links due to the investment he’d made in the false version of himself that was designed to hide the suffering of his child within and the life he’d lived. Many folks like this tend to die very quickly when retirement age kicks in as they no longer have the distraction of their artificial purpose and its siren calling their attention outwards and this is very, very seductive. For some it manifests as religion, for others its image building and doing it big. Its what lies at the dark hearts of most celebs and why the limelight calls out to the broken as they ask from others what they can’t grant to Self:

Acceptance.

To know who you are you must be willing to walk into the darkness where these dragons of yore rest and make their presence known in your flesh as various aches and pains with no obvious cause as they come and go when they wish as well as sabotaging behaviors, destructive habits and repetitious relationships that leave you feeling like you’ve been whipped and drawn over broken glass, yet again. There are a myriad forms of expression and even sickness is symbolic as there once was a woman who kept getting cancerous breasts no matter what she did under the advise of the surgeon but refused to see it was due to her parasitic relationship to her mother who was an energetic vampire, par excellence, due (in part) to her own upbringing as narcissists beget narcissists by feeding upon their children due to their own ravaged inner realms and lives totally devoid of introspection.

Across the board, as far as I can tell, this is the true cause of this socially sanctioned madness we call life on this planet and it effects all of us as its a generational trauma thing. The problem is so few are willing to do something about it as it involves examining your foundations and these rocks thrown at your fountain that caused your glow to dim as people are so enamored by the electric light that has them buzzing that they simply refuse to look within for the true source of illumination and thus they pass on the same inheritance of ignorance and suffering masquerading as wisdom and guidance. By their fruits shall ye know them, look at the world doing it the way its did has built and tell me I’m lying.

Till we meet again

How Conspiracy Theorists Are Made

We have the image of a tinfoil wrapped loon saying crazy things hammered so firmly into our heads that most people automatically categorize such events with a “Pay no heed” tag and discard the conspiratorial baby, the murky waters within which it swims and the entire bathing mechanism into their cognitive Recycle Bin. How strange that so few, in their own day to day, can even muster a fragment of the fevered passions of the speaker that they class as raving. Stranger still is how few question this. Know why? 81% of the planet live on autopilot.

Its a sad but true fact. I call it a “Click-Whirr” existence within which they are constantly reacting to stimulus and thus never truly creating. The astute will have clicked those two spells feature the same letters in another arrangement and around 8% of my readers will know this means the key to freedom is mastering your energetics. But, thats another topic. These clockwork humans live lives that are one stepped removed from the direct experience. In effect they accept labels in lieu of that which they represent and never question this. Know why? Their Thunking won’t allow them. That is the default mode of operation for all Slaves as they simply rearrange chunks of what they’ve been told, ad infinitum. Its also why they feel immensely bored with such a predictable existence but are also terrified of things changing as their velvet lined rut is quite comfortable and they have not reached a critical point of stimulus that makes them think different.

For the proto-conspiracy theorist it often begins with an event. Let me break it down with an example:

We observe a random group of 81%ers sitting in front of their television set. There viewing is entirely passive in the sense they are leaning back as opposed to leaning in. In that respect its akin to a pebble on a beach that is constantly being eroded by the waves in subtle ways as its shaped by what it partakes. Day to day the changes are imperceptible but over the long run you’ll find the edges missing and what remains is quite amorphous. Lets say they watch a clip that is engineered to rile their emotions and then, as instructed, they sit up and feel what was said and react as programmed in ways entirely predictable. Lets take a peek at the 11% and how they live:

They observe with more discernment. Neither leaning in nor fully back because they’re aware, in part, of the charade as they partake in the Game via a different frame of reference. They will observe the same thing and may shoot a knowing glance at their brethren as they are no strangers to theatricality and deception as these are the tools of their trade. The irony is that one who beguiles can have the same done to them but on a far grander scale and seeing this is nearly as impossible as it is for the Slave to realize he isn’t actually a human being with free will but a mere actor with a script that is shaped via forces and intents outside him.

The remaining 8% may not have a clue about what a Warrior is, the Game of Souls concept or much of anything but there is a vital difference. They observe the same clip and at some point they lean in. Something lights within. Whereas for many the spell “Coincidence” causes the cascade reaction of “Pay no attention” as they dismiss the embers that glow within for the proto awakened its akin to a splinter irritating their subconscious. They can’t explain why but “This is significant”. They may start heavily researching after taking in all the resources at their fingertips. Nine Eleven was a great example of this as it birthed the genesis in the collective consciousness of the modern conspiracy theorist because whilst everyone was being scared half to death via the constant fear of threats that upended the world they lived in there was a small subset that Witnessed the magical passport and said “No F-ing way!”. Forget the rest because this single loose thread was almost irresistible as it seems so ludicrous.

Granted there are many reasons and explanations possible but logic has nothing to do with this yet. In the early stages its all about feelings. Feelings which are absent, almost entirely, from the Slave populace because since they learned to count they’ve became numb and number as they chase the check to provide what they seek, even though it never approximates the real thing. There is a reason for this because the amount of joy you allow yourself to feel is limited and balanced perfectly via the portions of pain you aren’t suppressing. We’ll uncover this is as we progress but its a key element of traumatic programming and the reason why the world as it is because we are a very dishonest species that is capable of huge decep that we then project onto others doing the same thing in order to ensure constant conflict and solutions that never change a thing. All is interrelated in that respect hence Know thy Self is the message I stress for those seeking liberation from the land of confusion they were placed in and accepted without realizing what else was on the table beyond the crooked hand they’re dealing.

It can be anything. Anything. One may wonder how a building so immense fell so quick, another draws a link between the time people started eating from aluminum tins that their TV sets touted as the best form of modern convenience and how that generation saw an immense uptick in Alzheimer’s as well as countless other ills. Whatever it is its akin Bruce cracking the mirrors:

After that, things are never the same again because whilst the rest run around in this fun house filled with distorted reflections and misdirections designed to seem alluring and make lots of sense the proto-conspiracy theorist now has another question running through his head:

“Who erected this deception and to what end?”.

After that things can never be the same again because its simply impossible to unlearn gnosis and thus one shakes of the shackles of Thunking and discovers their natural state instead. Now, this way lies madness because they are taking steps onto a land not marked on any maps, not taught via any institutions or religious methods and thus is as dangerous as it is helpful. Where is this place? Within. They are taking the tentative steps into the previously unknown realm that renders all possible and it can be a pretty rude awakening when one rips the world that was pulled over their eyes from their vision and finds their retinas bombarded via immense layers of information they previous missed because they were trained to ignore it. Thats the difference between Thunk and think. Another important thing is that the aforementioned repressed feelings can start rushing and loads of other events that come from a higher level of awareness can make their behavior seem erratic.

A lot of people end up in the nut house due to a lack of guidance or help because when it comes to true Self development the silence is deafening. Ironic because the Psylense is exactly what calls to them and you get there via Inner Sense. This is why I’ve said that we are all born Warriors in this realm but the programming is so effective, so deceptive, so all encompassing that people cannot see beyond the reality tunnel they’re digging as they are simply not fully cognizant of whats happening beyond running the treadmill just like their parents did before them. The odds are really stacked against folk clicking this because the methods of entrainment are old as the empire itself because this is what underpins the entire thing. “Give them enough bread and circuses, terrifying them occasionally and allow them to Thunk freedom can be purchased or wealth equals trinkets as they are hypnotized by symbols and they’ll ask no questions once well adjusted to a society profoundly sick”. These are the minds that MJ said didn’t give an F about us. And they don’t. Thing is they can smile and smile and be villians….

Like a spark in the darkness the potentially enlightened starts taking in all the info they can and here comes another problem because most of them stumble in to the traps already laid for them on the web. Say hello to the echo chamber effect. Many waste their lives in this and, under the guise of wisdom, accept ever increasing layers of foolishness. This is where you get the image of the foil wrapped head and wide eyed babbling that makes little sense as they try and tell you the ruling classes are a bunch of shape shifting reptilians that feed off the fears and negative vibrations of the planet because we’re actually dead and this is hell but you don’t realize it.

You can see why most people would hit the “Right, sure” whilst striking the testimony from the record as they rarely appear lucid or cogent and yet so confidently outspoken about something they have absolutely no direct experience of beyond the localized psychosis to which they are now resonant. There are some, a small percent, that click “Wait a minute. This is a trick. These people are agents. This is, in effect, a macrocosm of the microcosm in which we’re trapped within the illusion of enlightenment by those selling what they’re telling as they’re pretending to fight the powers when its those set dressers that sent them as their representatives”.

Here a very interesting thing happens because, once again, the hall of mirrors tinkles and they’re no longer being lead via deception. “Fool me once” becomes the motto and this experience brings with it a whole new frequency of thinking as they have activated a higher set of neural circuits and processing that lie dormant within most of the species. In that respect the freshly awakened can be lulled into another dream in ways quite effective thanks to the screen and its own form of hypnosis but once you have attained gnosis of these states the next option is inevitable:

Mastery. Learning to flick these states at will as one realizes the nature of the Witness and this opens the door to a cornucopia of consciousness as they click the nature of the Path of Power and how most of the world is truly sleepwalking and none of this is what it seems. Just like the 81% would rather die than question the version of reality they’ve accepted you’ll find most hard core conspiracy theorists will perform some quite amazing gymnastics in their head to justify their positions. Why? Because it feels familiar. They are used to the mirrors, they are used to the trick and don’t spot the same one being pulled because its in a new dress. In effect you have to open your eyes, close them again and the remember the fact that you’re actually dreaming in order to truly awakening and thats why its an 8% thing because most simply are not cut out for this type of mental flex as it takes too much effort.

This is also the reason why many are called and few chosen because freedom comes from within and it only happens once you realized you’re invested in the binds of the Mind Made Prison as a Adulterated aspect of self sits inside your head and accepts labels in lieu of experience. To those who make it this far the next steps can only be expressed via the image of a lotus blooming in the filth as they grasp the fact which is as obvious as its subtle:

“I am not my thoughts. I am that which thinks them. No, wait. I am that which Witnesses”. Now things get real interesting because you have a fresh frame of reference that also feels oddly familiar in its newness because its the same resonance you possessed back when – Inner Sense. See why I said nothing but Warriors step into this realm? Its also why one must “Be as the children to gain access to the Kingdom” ie the truth which lies beneath the neck. What do we find? Pain, suffering, anguish. All kinds of miserable things that are arranged in layers dense as inherited from parents and the rest of your lineage that lived lives unexamined. A lot do not have the stomach for this and often quit and wish they could be plugged back in as they hate the cold new day thats dawning beyond the fabricated existence. That, of course, cannot happen because a mind once reignited can never be dimmed but drugs and various other things do the equivalent of wearing sunglasses to make it far more palatable. Many live and die like this. On the doorstep of conquest but scared to turn the handle to the all pervasive grip of ignorance and, once again, a total lack of guidance on how to deal with your gift as you come face to face with the psycho emotional landfill you inherited and will dutifully pass on to your children as you watch their glow dim as their Inner Sense is Adulterated and they grow to be just as miserable in their own velvet lined rut they attempt to fill with shiny things to impres the rest of the Slaves as broken as them. That or they become schizophrenic and, once again, prove the concept that many Thunk about the crazy conspiracist.

I have never met a dumb mad man. Never. I’ve had conversations with many and what struck me most is how intelligent they were, even under the influence of heavy sedatives (applied against their will and, ironically, proving there are evil machinations out to get them as per their hypothesis based on incorrect energy management). It also rings true in the old aphorism:

“The madman drowns where the mystic swims”.

I have to hand it to the Slave/Masters. They wave their wand of holly wood and create fables within fables and crucify anyone who turns the tables because the business of money changing means the man in the mid gets rich whilst those partaking just don’t click the true nature of the trick because its so old and effective that “It must be impossible for so many to fall for it”. And yet they do. Billions of living hostages. Each convinced that their untested reality is entirely accurate and yet equally scared to death to examine another perspective. Why? In case they spot that lose thread. Once you come across it then its R.I.P to your old worldview, for reasons mentioned, as it sparks something primitive within and that is Inner Sense that lives to ask questions, find answers, test variables and – most importantly of all – draw ones own conclusions based on experience, reasoning and intuition.

That is where the Warrior dwells as they are simply the ones that have reclaimed their inheritance instead of being tricked into paying rent as they dwell in the basement of building they know fine well they owned, once upon a when, but – thanks to some nifty shenanigans – they handed their life over to a reflection that uses cheap camera tricks to act just like them whilst keeping them shrouded in darkness in order to sell them a light bill.

Plato called it a Cave in which man is affixed into some contraption which directs his vision in one direction as they survey projections and mistake them for the real thing. In that respect its one of those things you can only know for Self but that means being willing to accept the absolutely ridiculous premise of the fact your entire existence is underpinned by wearing an Earthday Suit made of flesh as you roll around a rock that floats in the abyss, chasing a fireball through a vacuum.

Now that does sound crazy, doesn’t it? Go and find that loose thread. See what happens.

Till we meet again