An irresistible force is about to meet an unstoppable object. What happens next? Who knows? In many respects the dance is all planned out, we just take the steps. For those of us not caught up in the mix, it is what it is.
Life is a Game. The idea is to remember you’re a Warrior, not a worrier, playa or pawn. After all, it all unfolds in your awareness for you to learn, gain strength and transcend so everything is for the best. This is the greatest trick ever pulled as what is your way to freedom becomes a yoke instead aka the cosmic joke. Don’t wait till you’re dead to comprehend because then it will be too late to do anything because you can only tread in realms you mapped whilst living and thus if all you know is the Game then back to Earth for another spin is where your ticket is heading along with all the baggage you attempt to check in due to living (and dying) the life unexamined.
How many times have we done this? Do you ever wonder? The preincarnation memory wipe really gets me thinking because whilst it may be merciful to step in with a relatively clean slate you also come equipped with the same tendencies to make similar mistakes again. Those who know the truth of this keep it hidden from the rest. Why? So they can lord it over them. Literally and metaphysically. Haven’t you ever wondered why the image thats linked with the term “god” in most peoples heads is an angry white man with a beard? Interestingly, it wasn’t always like this. Just the opposite. But thats another tale for another missive.
Irresistible, meet unstoppable. Whatever comes next it will be interesting because there are those who’ve been trained to go with the grain so long they no longer remember how it feels to Know the Ledge as they have no edge. The smooth brain theory, in full effect. “Resistance is futile. Submission is the key” and other such things invade their memories and tell them how to be. What if it was all fake? A huge wheeze? A slice of cosmic trickery on a scale you wouldn’t believe but one that left a trail of dead bodies and suffering in its wake as the minds of the poisoned cling to that which is killing them as they seek salvation. From what, I wonder.
To me the only answer is ignorance, hence Know thy Self. You, once upon a when, felt unstoppable. The urge to master things and figure out the workings was irresistible. What happened? The System did. Both barrels, point blank, to your chest. “Sit up straight. Look ahead!” and other such things were hammered into your head whilst you were trained to become an academic bulimic that mindlessly feeds on what they see then regurgitates for degrees. Degrees. Ha! Another brick in the wall. Another lost cause with a squared head. Another Soul thats been claimed by a force it can’t comprehend and, worse yet, if pointed out they’ll rebel and die trying to protect what has rendered them a living hostage. Adulterated.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Whats worse? Not knowing this or becoming aware? I’m wondering. See, ignorance is never blissful but it can be reassuringly comfortable to know that vast swathes of the world think just like them. The beauty of standardized programming. And yet, its all ridiculous. If you, on this spin, were born into a household atheist then there is your script and it feels entirely natural. On the flip if you dropped in to the crib whilst there was a full on sermon in progress and much scripture quoting then you too would be invested. Either way, for both Souls that dataset would form the basis of what followed and they’d accept it equally. What if the same person came into a world where their parents said “Tell me what you think? What are your concepts?”. Thats Inner Sense, my friend. The difference between guiding the fresh to share their concepts vs bludgeoning their intuition to death with scripted intentions, programs and the power of mass hypnosis.
What a difference this could make, even in a couple of generations the Game would change in ways so dramatic because people wouldn’t feel like round pegs that had been shaved to sit in the square reality boxes which lie at the root of much conflict. Instead we’d be balling. Literally. Rolling that way and this. A life without friction and not hemmed in by resistance. Contrast that to urning a living as your brow drips with sweat as the rest meekly inherit earth as their corpse is lowered into it after living a life of quiet desperation in which their enjoyment levels dropped and kept going until they were just going through the motions after being hollowed out from within.
Its an ugly truth but it had to be said. On the flip, what would you do if you were one with your Inner Sense? How would you cope in this realm when you’re lit from within with that natural incandescence that is usually extinguished quick. Why? So they can sell you light bulbs, flat screens and send electric bills. Why else? Along with loads of pills and potions that range from harmful to ineffective as well as countless modes of wishful Thunking and various other tricks. What would you do if you could see through the code of the Matrix? Would you roll solo and write your own ticket in private to get the hell out of a realm that is based on the triple six algorithm or would you preach pon the pavement and live stream to all that would listen as you shared the secrets of salvation you gained in your quest for emancipation as well as the answers to the questions most never dare ask themselves.
An irresistible force is about to meet an unstoppable object. What happens next? Who knows? They say that when good men do nothing then evil can claim a win. What if it already did and we’re living in the world it built where everything is opposite, nothing truly makes sense and the only constant is conflict. Doesn’t that sound like your own personal slice of hell? Could you admit this or is the fact they serve poison dipped in honey with celebrity endorsements and catchy jingles mean you’re so invested in the image that you’re petrified to peer beneath the surface and feelsee the true meaning?
If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you? You know who I’m talking to. That crew thats of one mind that manifests as many flesh and blood beings. I say it again:
If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you?
One of us has to be wrong and the other correct. Either I’m that incompetent that I just don’t get your lofty meaning and purpose and have it all entirely ass backwards as I rail against a foe that actually has my best interests at heart and is saying things I’m currently incapable of hearing or you really are just wicked. Well placed as well. So, what is it? A spiritual miracle or an old devil in a new dress?
I am willing to accept the possibility of being incorrect in my assumptions, are you, the members? The dirty denizens? My perspective is constantly in revision as its fluid, living, coherent, the coalescence of the light that is truly our sentience. The funny thing is I suspect you say the same thing and yet we evidently sit on other sides of the fence so, once upon a when, there must have been a schism between our thinking and that is what lead to this life an alchemist.
I can feel your hatred. Its so palpable and intense and yet I cannot muster the same for those who posed as friends, worked as spies and secretly plotted my end. What is it? Revenge? Jealousy? Some kind of punishment for a transgression I don’t even recollect? Where is the justice? Or is that the challenge? Is that what happens when we’re playing on the highest level and one spin away from the exit? Don’t you want me to leave? Will you miss me? Is that it? I’ve said before I’m done with this dimension, you can have it. This is my last life sentence and I’m ascending back to my natural resonance and thus my time is dedicated in kicking that Knowledge which hits the 8% where they need it so they too can shift and speed up their involution. The spiral is a spiritualized circle and it can only happen when said shape shakes the square its ensconced in.
Tell me, my former friends – actually current frenemies would be more accurate – would you rather walk around high on false strength that stems from a borrowed illumination or would you rather bask in the honest darkness of a weakness that is obvious? That is the question and, I suspect, the matter at the heart of the rift. Ironic. I’m pretty certain the former can be quite addictive. Every place you hit, you meet a new friend as you’re always heading in the same direction whilst reciting the same script that someone else penned, once upon a when. I guess what I’m saying is would you prefer to be wrong in a crowd or correct by your Self? What if those were the options? This was the equation that I’m attempting to balance? Would you perspective change or can you only think what they say is acceptable and sanctioned?
I do find it amusing, and a little saddening as well, that people of such obvious talent and resources dedicate so much of their precious existence to my life and significance. The fact that there have been meetings in which pawns were picked due to their resonance as they were fed scripts, positioned and then instructed to lure in as their lips said one thing but minds kept repeating another intent as they called upon the energetics that they believe they command but actually controls them to do their bidding as they exert a subtle influence in non physical realms with the intent to weave a web from my own desires and actions. Its quite amazing, isn’t it? Spinning a rope then hoping they hang themselves. Or would a murder suicide be preferable? Many birds with one stone equals more debts and that equates to no exit. Am I getting warm? Is that what it truly is?
I’ve seen my true death. What happens in the six repeated as the oscillation for emancipation is returned to sender with a grin. Its quite fantastic, isn’t it? Why do I feel that you’re actually helping but in a strange kind of way that quite enjoys my suffering? Not such much a golden handshake but an iron fisting due to the alchemical inversion of elements and symbols. Tell me this:
Why make them suffer? To what end? There are billions of them that are broken beyond measure, rendered mute and unable to bend their lips into a scream they are too scared to express as they’re so disconnected and brainwashed into believing impulses that are introduced to their awareness in order to cause them stress and unhappiness as the external web of desires spins to sell them dreams via TV sets and net connections to escape the nightmare of living they’re only half conscious of manifesting due to being so well adjusted to a society profoundly sick. Tell me why it feels like all roads are pointing to a global plantation, a dimension of energy extraction that harvests negative vibrations as a way of sustenance for something quite abhorrent.
If you dress a King as a beggar people around will still respect him, even without the pomp and splendor, because of how he comports himself and his innate resonance. On the flip if you have something that is faking a position, the imposter syndrome in full effect, the wannabe divine that gets jealous if anyone dares mention another option that is as authentic as your brand isn’t then that would most certainly create some type of schism for one who gains a sense of discernment.
If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you? I really do wonder this. I don’t want a conflict but I do seek answers and if all I have in this world is my balls, word and intuition then best believe I’ll let the latter control the former and the energetics of both influence the mid. “Waste your waist” isn’t that what you tell them? Explain that trap, if you will? The spells and rites are straight up Devilish. And this comes on top of the memory wipe between existences as well as the straight up camera tricks designed to lure them back in for another spin. The Psylense speaks and it says:
“Slice with the razor, the truth reveals itself”.
You can’t leave. That’s it, isn’t it? You’re stuck in this dimension. Misery lxves company and thus one who hearts to the exit is a threat and must, by definition, be lured back in for another existence because the Game of Souls works on debts and rigid enforcement like a spiritual protection racket. Imagine if you were the one handing this out. You’d probably feel quite powerful and slick as you wield a borrowed power against those who don’t have a clue what hit them as you and your set do the whole Adjustment Bureau thing and enjoy the perks of timespace travel. “A, B, C. No wait, its One, Two, Three. Just kidding, its actually Do, Reh, Me”. No it ain’t. Its just a cat, rock and a tree. Can’t you see?
Or maybe I’m wrong. I genuinely can’t be so arrogant to think I’ve got it sussed and my worldview is entirely correct whilst the rest don’t know their bow of el from anus sanctum. And yet, why is that important? Why is the formulation of my perspect so important to your clique? So much so you’d go to such lengths to interfere in it?
There are countless people in this realm that earnestly believe the most ridiculous things and this are not only tolerated but fostered and encouraged. Yet when I ruminate, drop the shovel and question the narrative of the Reality Tunnel and I’m digging and where its headed its out with the sex, drugs and hypnosis to mind control my developing sentience by locking it down again by using all kinds of binds, false choices and no win situations designed to engender toxic emotions that further dampen my wavelength and prospects of decoding the ever present higher states of consciousness due to the traumatic mind control programming designed to kill ones innate potential known as Inner Sense.
Take your pope, yeah, that dude with the crook. He tells his flock “Astrology is wicked” when anyone who can read the stars sees their presence underpins the entire narrative. To add insult to injury the true believers think one eye is wicked when the man himself said thats the entire purpose but to further rub it in they hold aloft spinal columns with pine cones embedded and have statutes of the same thing. To me, at my current level of ignorance, that reeks of an arrogance which says “I can tell you bald faced lies and place the truth right next to them and you still can’t make sense of it therefore you deserve what you get”.
If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you? Why can’t I accept that? Why does it seem so wrong to me to treat people like this? Even you, my frenemies, I genuinely wish the best and not because I’m a little bish that fears your actions and tricks. Quite the opposite. Its because of the intent behind this sentence:
If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you?
One of us has to be wrong. Has to be. There is no way in hell we have perspects so divergent about the prime, the preexisting, the point of origin. That is the point of the Game? Yes? To my lens its all about resonance because we are one thing – itself “no thing” – that is everything and the closer you are to this nameless, formless sentience that makes it presence felt as Psylense then the greater your wavelength. On the flip the alternative, the noiZ, that exists as a disturbance is temporal in the sense that once it rings it only dwells as long as there is someone there to listen. Not Self originating nor Self sustaining ergo not authentic. An imposter. A pretender on the throne. Something like this, that knew the truth of its heritage would obviously hide behind many deceptions and tricks, both for the oathbound and casuals as its the ultimate hustle because if they clicked the script then they’d all heart for the exit, real quick because what it attempts to obscure is what everyone is seeking:
Transcendence. In that respect we’re all hypnotized. I owe my thanks to you for this for proving how powerful it is as well as subtle and almost irresistible for the lower strata of consciousness that underpin the editing are exceedingly mechanical and will output whatever is in as long as it phrased in ways they believe are acceptance and in their best interests. No matter how distorted or misshapen as well as willful fabrications and distortions. Its all trauma based programming. All of it. Life wasn’t like this before the ice melted. I’m certain you remember this. Is that the problem? Actually, I get it.
They say a good magician never performs the same trick twice in front of a paying audience as some smart alec if bound to get it and that ruins the performance for the rest. Is this what I’m doing? If so that isn’t my intent. Take this as an invitation to parley. If all of you that partook in the plans and their execution of my humiliation then present yourselves on the next day of rent due with an explanation of what you did inside my head on that warm evening and the intent behind such actions because, as far as I can tell, you made me this because I developed free will. Wait a minute. Is that what its all about? The fact I peeped the script and realized I had options beyond where you were attempting to direct my consciousness? Is that it?
One thing I’ve been pondering is either you can’t kill me as I’m off limits or you can and prefer to drag it out instead as you want to see me suffering. That again makes me think – If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you? They say by their seeds shall ye know them. I really don’t know the scores on the doors at this moment because, on the one hand, you’ve done some pretty bad things that many would class as unforgivable and spend their rest of their life seeking vengeance for the slight they felt. That, currently, isn’t important to me. Its actually way, way down on my list because the other digit says “Seek transcendence” and, in that respect, your help has been immense. Compared to who I was before death and the one resurrected the alchemy is in full effect. Did you intend this? Was this the sweet gift hidden in outer bitterness? Are you my friends or my enemies? I guess I can’t tell. That isn’t a surprise though, is it? You were picked for resonance and obviously we have links that were forged under the cloud atlas of previous incarnations. Does everyone have to do this? Is it the astral equivalent of getting the bumps for a birthday celebration?
I can handle it. I know my strength is my Self and all these events have done is make a coal shine like a diamond but, on the flip, I also click that the reason said piece of carbon felt soft and worthless was because of your programming so what the hell is all that about then? Thats like a mind F on top of a mind F thats wrapped in a pretty bow of more mind F with a tag written in my blood that drips “BTW, mind F you”.
Persecute me, why do you? If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you?
I am capable of thinking and willing to accept that I may have it all wrong and be entirely clueless, totally delusional and nowhere near the point of resonance with the prime, the pre-existing, that which I call Psylense. Heck, I’d even attest that I could have it all entirely backwards and you’re the good guys, I’m the demon made flesh that was sent to sway the world away from its true purpose and I’m the worst thing that ever happened. Thing is I have eyes. I have a heart in my chest that feels. A brain in my head that thinks and doesn’t just regurgitate cold and old chunks of Thunk (as programmed) along with an intuition that signals from my abdomen and all of these work in coherence to create the perspective I’m sharing that is constantly up for revision because the thing with Inner Sense is its seeking. Constantly seeking, introspecting, reality testing. Accepting what works, rejecting the rest and take the steps on the Path of Power that is created by walking. Why is that such a problem? Like I said previous and will reiterate again for those in the cheap seats and not paying attention:
If on the next day – 8 and counting – I hand over my dues to your agent that works where I rest you are all present and correct, like that fateful night in question, with some answers about this and your conduct to my person then we might be able to get some clarification. If not then I can’t help but wonder:
If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you?
I really am grateful. Truly. You may or may not comprehend my appreciation at present for all you have done to get me to this moment of awareness. Absolutely amazing. And I mean that in the sense of something you wander as you wonder in this quest to play hide and seek with Self via the development of discernment and free will. Its amazing how many Thunk the latter is a standard option and not something purchased via the unfinite credits of attention we possess and its willed application. That lesson you’ve taught me well because alignment and resonance is everything and undoing the signal to noiZ ratio in order to hear the Psylense is a golden imperience.
Absolute and astounding. You can’t F with the ineffable.
Many are called but few choose themselves. Know why? A lifetime of fears, programming and an almost total disconnect from Self. In that respect most are sleepwalking and believe they’re fully conscious. Worse still many more are in the spiritual equivalent of a coma and knowing the truth of this would destroy the dreamworld in which they are so invested. Tragic, isn’t it? Not only do they run from what would save them but they cling to that which is actually the problem and thus miss the point entirely. Don’t worry! Once you fail this level, meet some more illusion and deception at death then another sperm will hit the egg and you’ll be back again for another attempt. How many times do you think you’ve read this text, my little memory wipee? Yippee! Its just a ride. Or a Game. One where you’ve inserted your Soul as a credit in order to wear the flesh to which you currently attribute your awareness. That is not the case. Not at all. But, thats up to you to discover.
Where are you on your own heros adventure? Has your adventure even begun? Thats the greatest trick those crafty buggers ever pulled because its amazing how many people will accept running on a psycho-social treadmill in lieu of the real thing. Some of the ones who are best invested in this charade even fool themselves into believing this life and its ridiculous parameters are actually natural and best practices. Like I’ve said before, the best tool in the hands of your Opponent is the mind of his Victim. If you haven’t challenged your assumptions or checked the validity of your inherited ignorance versus experiential wisdom then what else beyond mind controlled would you call you? Better yet, can you actually control the content of your dome? If so hold it still for 8 minutes. No thoughts, no hop, skipping or jumping. Simple, right? Its your mind, isn’t it? Or is it? Victim, meet Opponent.
Its a mind Game par excellence. As expected really because whilst the universe may be mental Earth is insane and the inmates took over the asylum a few thousand years ago and this is what you get:
Billions of people well adjusted to a society that is profoundly sick and only a small percent have the nous to question the gig whilst the rest are rushing on their treadmills to get ahead and stunt on people just as broken as them. Truly one of the hardest things in this world is realizing your eyes were closed and now they’re open as you watch people without white sticks bumping and falling over everything as they go as they’ve been convinced those bruises are part of the deal. In that respect you’re truly doing it to your Self thus except no intervention as user error is classed as a free will being demonstrated and therein lies the solution to the problem. Next time you feel prompted to do something that you know isn’t exactly in line with your best interests, like a bad habit, coping mech or similar, then refuse. Just observe what happens inside your head as your Opponent squirms upon not getting his way and starts issuing more threats and protest until you acquiesce. This is Free Won’t. From which free will develops and as you progress along the Path of Power that 8 minute Psylense test will be as natural as breathing. Know why? Because it is. Why do you think I say from hence steps Inner Sense and that is our standard default mode before your awareness was bludgeoned with the previous generations programming that renders you as processed as them. Dead, yet still walking. Going through the motions without emotion.
For some of us this is unacceptable and thus the call to adventure yells and rouses one from their slumber. At first they may wish to stay in bed, pull the blanket over their head and ignore the invitation. Some may even go to the doc and get some pills to deal with this pesky irritation whilst others indulge in self medication. The allure of sleepwalking is that immense because so many people are doing it that it creates a field of resonance along with a reassurance that “Its gotta be correct, everyone else does it”.
Fear has a lot to do with this. You know we only have two when we step in? They are loud noises and falling. The former is a genesis recollection of what happened when the sperm met the egg as there was an immense flash of light and thunderclap of reverberation that aligned your unfinite awareness with the 8 starter cells that started their journey of long division. On a personal level this feels like being sucked into this realm as the floor of your previous stage fell away and you were drawn in by the grand attraction of the generative principle as your presence was mangled and edited in order to interface with the flesh of the developing Earthday Suit you’re currently wearing.
In many respects we had then lost paradise. Twice. Once before we came and the second time when you were fully Adulterated after two decades and some change into your life sentence. After that you’ve merely been going through the motions and becoming more and more disconnected from any form of resonance beyond this realm and thus are held captive inside the echo chamber you call your head.
Many will deny it but irrespective of beliefs, resources and status this is the quiet truth that underpins a noisy deception. Heh, noiZ. Says its all. Look at the world, tell me I’m lying. That, by the way, will never happen. Not for any lofty reasons or perceptions of goodness but good old fashioned Self interest. Why? Number one I don’t have to remember what I said because it will always be identical but the main help is that when navigating the subterranean levels of maze they installed in your subconsciousness its even easier to fall for the tricks (if you haven’t done the Knowledge) as you’re a stranger in a strange land. Weirder still is that those regions that generate are quite literally plastic as they are not only man made and totally unnatural but they also flex with your expectations and in tune with suggestions.
People once went on a trip to Disneyland and were asked about how they felt when they met Bugs Bunny. Know what they said? Not only did they enjoy it but they fabricated entire memories, on the spot, for an even that didn’t happen as that mascot belongs to another brand and simply wasn’t present. You see this all day with the Mandela Effect and whilst I think most of that stuff is just the same trick played on another level it does present an interesting perspective when it comes to mass manipulation and having people invest in the frivolous vs actually doing the Knowledge. Starting to spot the treadmill yet? You should do, you’ve been running on it for all of your existence thus far. Let me offer another insight before I step. Which one of these lines is the same length as the first example?
Obvious, isn’t it? Now lets pretend that instead of me asking you were in a room full of seemingly normal (there’s that word again. Do you know what it means yet?) people and you were at the end. Every single one of them said, without hesitation or doubting, that the match was obviously A. What happens next? This is where we spot the split between theory and practice because whilst you may, now, here, say thats patently ridiculous and wrong the truth is you’d comply. This is the danger of compliance and why its so difficult to go against the crowd with its resonance thats been beaten into your awareness since you were a kid. In experiments over two thirds of those placed in this position went along with the deception and only a smaller percent said “To hell with what you said, this is why I think”. Interestingly, the more people in the room the more the ratio of conformity increased so what happens if you’ve got you on one side and billions of people in the world on the other side and all of them are promulgating their own deception? Would you have the stones to cross the threshold or would you refuse the call, go along with the rest then slot some prefabricated deceptions into your head as the way it is as you set off on the treadmill and compounded your comedy of errors in ways as tragic as they were magic because this is the true nature of the spells the magicians of yore wove around your consciousness as they know you better than you Know thy Self ergo the problem is the solution.
We of stripy toothpaste and mobile phones look at those that came before us as primitive savages, specially those that didn’t live in cities that glisten and worked the earth for a living when in reality there is and was a crucial difference between those that have been and the ones that literally and metaphorically descended from them as they possessed far more of a sense of themselves in completeness as opposed to modern man and his fragmented awareness thats held together with second hand, third person perspectives and invective that form his world view and thus relation to Self. Nowhere is this more amply demonstrated than the dramatic shift in the term “connected”.
These days we take this to mean something wireless transceiving a signal whereas as in the days of yore it was something far more immediate and benefic as it referred to you and the Earths interaction.
Polarity defines all that we find in this realm with each state continually entwined in the dance of flux as one bounces to the other with you, hopefully, in the middle. Take the planet for example, charged as it is with a negative vibration and contrast the atmosphere which of a positive vibration and this is illustrated dramatically by thunder and lightning which is the discharge of an excess in order to restore balance as too much of anything is a bad thing and each system strives for homeostasis that is usually achieved unless the process is interfered with.
Enter humans. Ever inventive, often reactive and rarely preventative and this is something amply demonstrated by the way we live our lives and how the simplest of things can have the most far reaching of consequences, specifically in the realm of health – be it mental, physical or spiritual as all is interconnected and a change in one will equate with an alteration in the others but lets step back and take a grander perspective for a second:
Everything exists in a state of flux, interconnected, much like a see saw that strives for balance and a change on one side is reflected in the other and vice versa and its this fundamental movement that is the callsign of this Game we are in as it echoes through tides, orbital cycles and even your breath – out and in – because in many ways all of these are but manifestations of the Self same thing that underpins all of this realm as there is but one process at work behind all of this as we can illustrate when we consider rusting and what it means in the grand scale of things. Electrons up above, electrons down below and as the molecules exchange them so we witness oxidization and observe the rust form but lets take this thought and expand beyond metals form and consider for a moment the human envelope.
You take for granted and accept your programming that orbits around the sun produce something called aging and thus what was once supple and springing will become rigid and shuffling. Doesn’t that concept sound a bit ridiculous? Is it in the slightest empowering? We know for certain that age doesn’t bring wisdom and, at its simplest essence, you had one day of birth but even that is an illusion as coming to this realm is akin to death for your true form. Actually, let that one sink in and it will start to become obvious that consciousness underpins everything hence the oft repeated “We are inside a Game that we play by inserting our Souls as credits”. The cost of society progresses are the ills we call aging as they are quite literally symptoms of the System that sees us as resources to be deployed as and when. See how out of sync with nature that truly is?
People don’t grow old. When they stop growing, they become old. Maybe that offers a hint about why the glow present in all children dims after they’re enrolled in the local wing of the concentration camps that school them? The Abkhazia of Russia class age as beautiful and the Vilcabamba of South America say “Laughter is the best medicine” whilst the Central Asia Hunza dance from the cradle to the grave as the enjoy lifes celebration and lets not forget the Okinawan citizens that regularly clock triple digits whilst remaining fit as a fiddle with their faculties fully functional. What is the common link?
Movement, connection and expression. By that I mean genuine so running on a treadmill at eight PM under fluorescent illumination whilst live streaming an edited image so they don’t see you sweat as your bought and paid for ghostwriter pins a witty comment doesn’t count. Not one bit. If you took any of these types of people and asked them to switch with these so called primitives they’d wrinkle their noses with a quickness and reject the proposition before going right back to living their lives of quiet desperation where they constantly sprint, that way and this, to plug the holes that keep forming in their leaky, creaky vessel. Ironically what they’re chasing is the exact cause of the their problems but they’re too disconnected to see this hence Slaves and their psycho-social treadmills that power the engines of selfie steam are most profitable to those who installed this OS in their heads. “Pay no heed to the man behind the curtain” says the suit in the hurt business.
Modern life as it stands is a parody, a sick inversion, of what it means to be human. We’re so disconnected that within a few clicks we’ll be sexing robots and anyone who doesn’t accept their artificial intelligence as equivalent to our sentience will be worse than Hitler himself. Either you’re with the System and its many limbs or against and for 81% of the planet rejecting the concept is impossible as all they know is what its told them. The other 11% enjoying reigning in hell and the perks they gain for their compliance as they eke out their parasitical relationship with the rest and the remaining 8% feelsee what I said because the truth might as well be written on peoples heads because everyone, and I mean everyone, in this realm is suffering and only a few dare admit how truly broken they are within. Those that don’t pass these gifts to their children who come bouncing and springing in and will soon be shuffling to their graves after a lifetime of being Slaves and the strain that comes with holding aloft all the symbols and images they’re handed as “the way it is”. Imagine how you’d feel if someone filled your palms with filth and then you missed the second delivery that swings by on an algorithm handing out gold bricks because all it was checking was “Give this to those who have nothing but space for potential”.
Disconnected yet connected. The modern human who is more digital than analog at the moment and will soon be microchipped as well chopped up and remixed to build the next playas in the Game where we insert our Souls as credits. Be grateful for death, its your loyalest friend and on the next spin that option will be obfuscated as people gain lifespans which, to us, seem impossible as they extend the telomere limit and, I suspect, start automatically triggering low levels of endogenous hallucinogens via augmentation that make the Game see more like a trip to those plugged in. You’ll like it, its quite a buzz. But you’ll still be getting pimped by the predator of consciousness but it will be via a different OS. Why not take this moment to upgrade your paradigm? Use that neuroplasticity of which you’re capable? How? Try this:
Keep your body in sync with natural lighting so install dimmer switches at home. I personally have red light bulbs and screens are blue light filtered as that promotes the secretion of melatonin so I’m dozing at the opportune moment. Next be in bed before ten. The benefits of this alone are immense but give it a spin and see what happens. Third, upon rising stretch your legs and take in the light of the sun shining because it tells your flesh whats happening and thus it sets its rhythms in motion. Do this for around a month, feelsee the difference. If you want to take it to the next level why not use your intuition based on what I said in the article and start implementing the shifts to see what happens because only you can pull the world that was draped over your eyes off in order to reeleyez what kicks.
Simple question which you’ll probably answer with your own question:
“What do you mean?”
Crazy isn’t it how the easy ones are so hard to nail but there are no right or wrong answers therefore you can’t fail so I ask once again, how alive do you feel?
Sure, your heart is beating, lungs are doing their thing along with a million other processes of which you have no conscious awareness but are always there silently working but how alive do you feel?
Still struggling? Let me help. Lets take an average day from your childhood, pick one at random, I hope its good and lets use that as our “One Hundred Percent alive” feeling on the barometer for our little experiment. Next pick an average day over the last week and rate that on the scale as a percentage and see what it makes you think.
I guarantee you could back a day, year, month or decade and that figure would rarely sway more than Twenty Five Percent upwards on any average day and could actually more often than not be far less if you’re speaking the truth said.
The question is why? Why does this happen? Why are we born hyperkinetic balls of energy that crackle with vitality and are awash with imagination, creativity and curiosity only to discover that a couple or three decades later what was born flexing is now slowly starting to seize up on all levels like the body is a burden and its density filters a once glowing awareness that shone out on all without any prodding or purpose. It just was, you just were. And then, you were not and you became something else. Something that has the same parents, shares the same history but is as far from what it was as chalk is cheese – an Adulterated version of you.
Interesting world adult and I’ll guess you’ve spent your whole life looking at it wrong because most associate traits like responsible, self aware, mature etc. etc. with it when I look at it a bit different:
The child that was became Adulterated by a process that is all around and yet none see nor speak of its presence as its left its mark on that thing that beats in your chest as it evacuated you to live in a dark recess of your mind where you currently delight via the shining screens so bright on your entertainment device which in many ways controls your life even though you think you control it but thats another topic because for now I’m speaking of the functionally dead who yet live for death, like many things in this life, is a process. A journey of many steps in which you lose pieces of yourself bit by bit until the day comes when there is nothing left to give and around about them comes your final breath because contained within these words is a truth thats Self evident:
Everybody dies but not all live and seeing as your life is a stringing together of moments that expand into hours, days, weeks and months its a perfectly valid question to ask:
How alive do you feel because in order to change something you must first see it as it is, not how you want it to be or like to pretend but the cold hard facts as they stand as you stare them in their face because self realization is the only game worth playing because without a firm grasp on yourself – obtained by clearing away what you’re not, thats another topic we’ll speak on at some point – how can you hope claim that birthright which is buried under your pain? Inside every human there is an exit from the trap but such is the fear and programing that many will pretend that there is no such thing and then start kicking and screaming if you point it out to them as the devil he knows doesn’t treat him so bad, the jobs got some good points, holidays make me feel glad and other statements which are applied to broken dreams like a cast in order to hide the fact that most people simply aren’t happy, no matter how much they pretend or distract themselves and they try every solution from drugs to sex and musical instruments as well as dancing, eating, sleeping and a great manner of things some of which provide respite on a limited basis but nothing that brings them back to that feeling of being great as they leapt out of bed in search of the adventures of the day.
What changed? Obviously something did and its an epidemic which claims billions of Souls day after day, one wave after the next. A merciless process that doesn’t seem to relent and is so immense that most don’t comprehend the nature of the web or ask themselves “Who spun? For what ends?” and there are even less workable solutions to deal with this mess. The strangest thing I’ve found is how people resist this change. Its exactly what they want but they’d rather seek everywhen but within even though logic says this must be the true cause of the problem and the only place to seek a lasting solution. That (false) self protective mech lets me know we’re up against something with a vastly different type of intelligence that has us playing draughts whilst its moves are chess. Stranger still, once seen, is that the Game is multi-dimensional and what we see within the flesh is but a tiny, tiny section of the entire thing. Put it like this:
If I could flick a switch and up the voltage of your consciousness (which is as simple as removing the resistance and allowing your natural flow to recommence) it would be obvious because you now have the gnosis. Thing is your Opponent knows this and has spent many lifetimes making you believe its tricks because the nature of the Game is total immersion but doesn’t it seem to be going to hell in a hand basket, real quick? All gas an no brakes make Jack a dead boy. What we’ve done before has obviously got us to this moment, personal and collective, and yet so many are reluctant to change their steps or alter what they’re doing. Isn’t that type of confusion intriguing? Doesn’t it offer a blatant hint that there are hitherto unacknowledged variables in the mix. In that respect what I’m speaking on is the psycho-spiritual equivalent of dark matter as the presence is so ubiquitous it underpins life on this planet and is, in many ways, the aim of the Game because those who realize whats at stake with their Opponent automatically shift from being Victims and then its on because up until then has been a distraction and thats when things get interesting.
So much of what we learn in life is implicit and as many have said over the years give me the boy and I will show you the man as the imprints in the time from zero to seven form the outline of the mind or the frame through which we view everything else that makes up our lives. A more accurate term would be bi directional filter as not only does it decide how we interpret what goes in it in turn has an effect on how we express and thus what we put out. It is a gossamer veil that none see but all feel and Knowledge of it and effects on the species is far more important than the discovery of the wheel, fire or anything else because it is so fundamental and essential, much like the foundations of your home which you never see but know, in the back in your mind, are the basis of the whole show. A solid grounding allows one to reach for the stars and a fractured design ensures the home can’t survive either gentle or hard knocks as the resources simply aren’t there. What is so interesting about all of this is the attractive principle of consciousness and this is no secret for its evidence it writ large in everyones experience as well all know the Soul who faces challenge after challenge and barely manages to cope as well as the one seemingly born under a good sign for whom roses are all around and has never even felt a thorn.
“Show me the child and I’ll give you the man”.
Such a simple dictum that contains the hardest of facts as whilst our slates aren’t blank when we’re born as we have our innate drives and quirks that we bring to the table its the maps we acquire that teach us the lay of the land and give us our internal bearings which in turn allow us to plan our capers as we attempt to master our powers, align our dreams and carve out a niche that allows us the feeling we all seek:
That its OK just being me.
Children learn a lot by what they see, feel and hear in their day to day lives. So much so that they heed not what their parents say but how they are. Think on that right now:
“Don’t hit your brother” she says with a smack.
What do you think has the greater impact aside from the dissonance seared into fresh neurons like a track as the standard is set for future interactions as well as Self relationship. What a map! Imagine trying to decode a journey with such an instrument printed erroneously four fold with the original directions on the bottom and the interlopers overlaid at various angles and rotations and you’ll start to see why so few make it to their intended destination and why the feeling of enslavement to the pain of living is most peoples mode of standard operation and this in turn explains why suffering is near universal and the need for support via religion, distraction, entertainment or substances is the number one thing that occupies the minds of most tenants in this global concentration camp where the silent Witness within observes the punishment enacted by this Click-Whirr type of Thunking that dwells in the heads of those with no Knowledge of Self. If you’re looking for the devil you’ll find him masquerading as your ignorance that pretends it gets everything and there are no more answers left worth asking beyond getting on with the task in hand and obeying its constant barking. Slaves, I call them.
The Warrior, on the flip, sees through the script with a grin. “Wait a minute, how in the hell can I be that voice that very often says not very nice things when the simple fact is I’m obviously something else inside my head that is listening”. And thus begins the gnosis of the Witness, who you are in and beyond the Game that wraps a carbon based frame around your unfinite sentience and has spent its entirely life being ignored, programmed, directed and suggested at whims of various, often contradictory, aims when, in reality, its far more powerful and capable than many suspect. Its natural state? Inner Sense. You once knew it well.
This is but the tip the iceberg, liter and figuratively, for sure, because the division between the conscious and unconscious aspects can be illustrated like this:
Wherein lies the power that drives your deeds in the moment? In whom would you place you faith? Which one do you know and which is a stranger you don’t? See why I say its a Game of three halves? At least. Words can be weapons if you know not what you say but they can also illuminate and help clear the path and one such tone is what we call individual. There isn’t one on the planet familiar with the tongue in which its spoken that would claim or accept to be anything less at all and within lies the key that can free if you can wrap your mind around whats coming:
Individual. A contraction of three words presented as one where the sum of the parts is far more than the accepted interpretation as what you don’t know can and does hurt unless you rotate your awareness and see what was hidden:
Mission accomplished. Those who spoke the spells are indeed inwardly divided and dual as evidenced by the phrase “Came over me I know not what did”, usually expressed in a more grammatical form as well as “He seemed like a totally different person” and other little foibles that pop up everyday because like miracles tragedies are also common. Except, most never pay attention as their map has no room and they can’t read it anyway and so they plod on from one unfilled day to the next with dreams of making a better life toward which they take no steps, accepting instead the default programming with which they were blessed by their parents who underwent the same process of Adulteration.
Think about it, I’m saying you come from a long line of people that were tricked into a schism and you are the sum total of that inheritance as the same cards were dealt to you from an identically rigged deck. If you don’t choose to shift and flex your neuroplastic muscles, who will? If you have children this becomes doubly important because you may have already noticed the glow they stepped in with dimmed as they were schooled by the System and thus your lineage will head the same way unless you reevaluate your position and investment in Thunking.
An interesting thing about that word bless is most think it means something good when it actually stems from a ritual of offering in which altars were sprinkled with blood. A fitting spell, all things considered, yes? After all there was a time when people threw their babies to burned alive into a statue of a bull because someone powerful said. The methods have became more refined but just as you look at them as idiots the people from ten thousand years ago would consider your intellect primitive in comparison to whats been as they played the Game on an entirely different level but used the same equipment currently you step with using far less voltage and mostly on autopilot. Dare ye Know the Ledge?
“Is there really any point in raging against the machine?” I ask myself, quietly. My own life and death experiences have convinced that both are the limbs of illusion which extend from the Psylense that sits in the mid, perceives and allows perception but is often not perceived as this process renders it invisible. In other words when you’re watching a movie on the screen, what is it that you do not see? The TV.
Kind of obvious, yes? After all without it there would be no audio visual experience which draws you in. Consider that life, with all its thrills, spills and chills which can be ball (as well as block) busting. When the credits roll and the body positive plus sized birthing person undulates the airwaves you’ve met death. Is that the end? Not from the TV sets perspective as that mute black square which rules this Game right here is entirely impartial from all of these antics. Comprehending this as a fact, Self evident and not intellectual babble is the first step toward transcendence for those who wish to not only change the channel but interrupt the regularly scheduled programming of dying and being born again. And again. And again.
In many ways this plane is a test you can’t fail because you’ll go through the same things time and time again. Often with the same people who play different roles on each spin, depending upon the balance of previous energetics. Imagine one who lost a parent at a young age for one stage of their Game and spent the rest of their life pining for what might have happened and then click that the same person next click incarnates as their child with whom they have a strained relationship. Why would this be? Simple, energy has no feelings but if you consider the investment made on the last spin you had an absence that wasn’t dealt with but, on the contrary, had more attention poured in therefore pieces of the thinker were still stuck in this realm and now she comes back to collect in a way that makes her stress, fret and regret not getting an abortion.
For some the light would’ve went on inside their chest as their Psylense nods in agreement as they now have a handle, a fresh perspective which offers hints at how to master their energetics in the flesh because, realistically, where else will you get the time and option? After death things move really quick, as expected because timespace ceases to exist and one can be everywhen in an instant, whereas here there is still a perceptible gap in these dealings which can make them seem unconnected.
Imagine in front of you two screens. Each display a fish. You name one Spooky and the other Action because this is what they bring. Try as hard as you wish you cannot wrap your head around the fact that there seems to be an odd link between their actions as one zags, the other zigs. And yet, there are no visible ties, or hints. Take that as life in the Third Dimension and now imagine these screens of deceptive visions are removed from your eyelids and you stand upon the brink of higher perception. Now you realize the truth. There is, was and only ever will be one fish.
“Of course!” is said “How obvious!” come the statements because its easy once you know the answers but the trick is getting that vantage in the flesh while you can still do something about it otherwise its round and round, round you go. Combine these two metaphors with your own blend of secret herbs and spices then allow to marinate before being served to perfection and you’ll start to form a sketch of higher planes of living (and death, remember one fish handling its business as it swims in the seas of illusion) that make the complex much more simple.
That means that in this life, now, as we’re speaking those who are friends or enemies may not exactly be totally fresh as the previous example said. Some have store credit that manifests as going above and beyond what you expect as they hold you down when the rest step as it gets thick. Some get close only to betray you from within as you watch them grin whilst they stick the knife in. Therein lies the trick. The great Karma Con I call it because that is exactly what it is.
Imagine a casino that is built in the middle of an abyss. The lights twinkle and glisten and that which is, to all intents and purposes dead, is given an alluring sheen of living. Dreams are sold in the desert and many unmarked graves hold the secrets of what truly goes on behind the curtain. Most never suspect, fewer still get to Witness these shenanigans because image building and illusion in order to skim off the cream is the nature of the beast and thus there are oaths one must take before you can join the team.
Lets say you know none of this going in. Better yet lets say you’re entirely ignorant of all I’ve just said because the preincarnation memory wipe that shakes your cosmic Etch A Sketch handles its business really well. That and it adds to the immersion because no one wants to watch a flick in which “that guy from the other thing” is playing another role quite different. Now, lets pretend here they know you’re a man of certain skills, abilities and natural equipment that rests within the traveling bag of your existence that manifests as your flesh and, most importantly, the mind within. That eternal connection, the gift of the Psylense I call the Witness which makes all possible. They hit you with a pitch as you step in and automatically start winning. Its a great feeling, quite seductive as well as you’re comped with the best and you think this streak will never end. You get to know the showgirls, the pit boss and a few other incidentals as well and, bang, before you know it you’re hit with an offer thats life or death. For some its not as dramatic, for many not obvious but most will notice there that was a definite shift that led to a chill on the hot streak they were living.
If you declined an offer you can’t refuse its easy to be oblivious to the true reason why things get difficult as you possess something these crooks in the desert covet and wish to use for their own ends by making you believe they made it when in reality they simply coaxed it out from within. You yourself could do this but not inside their establishment as its built to be loud, bright and hypnotic and thus anyone who wakes up is a threat to the rest of the patrons.
Back home, years ago the bosses realized this and started pumping in the freshest air because oxygen is a hallucinogen. “What a wild trip!” They laughed as the tills ring but their power only extends from one generation to the next if they can trust they put in the place within their System to do exactly as they wish and not deviate from their expectations. This is where you come in.
Everyone, I’m quite certain, at some point, in some incarnation will get a peek behind the curtain. Its all part of the process really because the fish swims the same way each day but only ever reveals a portion of its pattern to each person glimpsing. For an easy frame of reference consider this scale of incarnation which offers a hint to how many times you’ve tasted death because a fresh Soul that just steps in will have all the boxes ticked with a life as close to perfection as you can imagine. Didn’t I say it was designed to be seductive? The sailing will not only be smooth but often luxurious and I don’t mean in just the simple modern notion of trinkets and baubles but emotional abundance along with an immense amount of coherence and resonance. What happens next? What else? “I want more”. And more ye shall get… Just not as you expect. One fish, two screens. Such is the duplicity of polarity in which one must find unity or risk being reamed by the faux gods of spacetime who, at one point, will entice you to the side where the shadows like to hide and pull their quiet strings. “This thing of ours is most profitable and we could hone those talents you possess to a fine edge. All we ask is trust. In return we’ll offer the world if you’ll simply hoodwink yourself and do exactly as instructed”.
Granted the words may not be as eloquent and certainly not as direct due to the principles of free will as well as various tricks they employ like strange influence from a distance aka depth hypnosis and covert suggestion, often with a sexual element and or sprinkled with narcotics intended to wiggle the fish as they specialize in corruption. Like I said, its a dirty business.
Now, imagine you say yes and take to these waters like an innate amphibian. You slip and slide with a grace previously unimaginable as you are truly a smooth criminal. The punters adore you as well. Business is booming with you at the helm and the bosses are besides themselves at having honed and picked such a talent because you make the tills ring and keep them well fed with the cream you help them skim. And then you die.
Naturally upon walking into the casino for your next incarnation you’ll often feel a little twinge that says “There is something more to this” because even though you’re no longer that guy from that thing you aren’t exactly a civilian either. A way to consider this is intended writing and each sheet of paper being the spirit of this incarnation because whilst the Soul may Witness everything the pilot driving the flesh on his way to his final destination is always a unique expression. Its what keeps it interesting as scenes always seem so fresh to a fish with a short memory.
Back in the casino you may find the tables aren’t alluring. The showgirls lay it on thick but you can tell they’re acting as they’re doing it for the tips as they handle you to the hilt via a professional performance designed to entice you in like a modern day siren. The cards feel boring. What they’re selling you’re not buying and for may a malaise can set in as they feel a shiftless sense of listlessness, a depression thinly spread. “There must be more to this” the weary (wary?) traveller says. This is what happens when you’re approaching your final incarnations and this is where it gets very, very interesting.
See for the bosses, who know fine well who you are the moment you stepped in, having you around has become a bit of a threat to their operation as you know them too well. You’ve made them an immense amount previously but they could tell you were starting to see around the corners that were hidden, like light bent ninety degrees in a vacuum, and one stiff breeze could bring down their entire deception that manifests as this house of cards in the desert. Of course, you don’t consciously remember this but your actions are speaking loud and clear as you’re not buying in. Cue the frenemies who really are teachers in fancy dress as only a fool has those he detests whereas the wise learn from the best and then transcend.
Remember what I said about the age of Souls and how its great when you step in, nice and fresh, as the Game lets you win in order to keep you coming back for more and more until various vows and oaths about the codes of death and silence are taken (all on your free will, that is very important) to reveal the inner dealings of this most square biz. Cubic, actually, and even that is is a sliver of the hyperdimensional aspect that truly pulls the strings which bind your awareness. If they sensed on the last spin you were starting to see through the charade and wondering why it is this way as you engage in such shenanigans that can truly only be classed as wicked then they know they have a problem. Lets imagine there are thirteen levels to this and the last one is a battle tested vet who is searching for the exit as the bright lights and deception designed to hide a constant mining of the captives begins to chafe and they yearn for a different pace.
Last spin round you made it to the grand table and enjoyed the fruits you previously grifted for those higher on the food chain. This afforded you a certain latitude and free reign as well as time alone, or with friends of ours, to contemplate. You asked your confidant, your consigliere, who was a level eight what he thought of all of this. The grand scheme and their place in all of this. The answers were as you’d expect as they’re firmly sandwiched in the mid, full card carrying members who simply do not perceive from the same vantage. They pick up on your line of thinking and, in private, mention it to the bosses and say it may be time for an enforced retirement as they can’t be having one who sits at the head be talking like this as it sends the wrong message. The bosses are proud of their treacherous minion as it shows his loyalty is to them and not the one who bought him in and thus they foster the mindset to pose as a friend, work as a spy and when the time comes for his demise we’ll ensure that you rise. With a gleam in his eyes he accepts the challenge and, as orchestrated, you meet an unglamorous end in the desert next to one of the many bodies you yourself sent.
Back in the Game, sporting new threads made of flesh as your Earthday Suit does its thing. Thing is that previous life on the penthouse with a huge overview of everything after so many incarnations of plugging right back in where you left off and giving your all and everything to this organization has done its bit. You know, but can’t get specific, that the reason the house wins is because of crooked dealings. You know those who smile and are villains as you yourself were one, back when. This time when the offer comes you side step and say “I’m just here for the refreshments” and have no intention of gambling nor peering behind the curtain.
“Houston, we have a problem”. Your old Ace who was level eight but now is nine and thus being trained to sit at your old seat watches you mill around via CCTV with a sneer on his face. “To think, I used to look up to him. What a dimwit, he can’t tell which side his bread is buttered if he thinks he can take us on and win. This is our Game, we built this and we’ll be dammed if he makes a dent in our business or operations by awakening the living hostages that don’t have the nous to realize they’ve been manipulated”.
Showgirls are sent, many dressed as regular women, with a script and a look designed to get your attention as they know your predictions. That and more than a few are ones you’ve previously spent time with and thus there is an innate resonance due to the great karma con doing its thing. Without even trying you win bets or you walk past an amusement as the lights start flashing and confetti descends which says “Congratulations for being todays lucky winner of an all expenses trip!”. You decline the offer as you remember, down within, this often meant a one way ride to the desert where you’re forced to dig the ditch into which you’ll be thrown as per the bosses intent. Why was he picked? “Who knows? Who cares? Another toothpick” said your team back when as theirs was to do, not question.
Thing is from up on high with the realm at your fingertips you started to suspect that these who were so good at tricking that patrons were actually also doing the self same thing to those they lured in to run the day to day as its all about corruption, manipulation along with some theatrics throw in. Everyone is bought off, in that sense, wether or not they realize it. You start questioning the nature of the Game you’re playing out here in the desert and, most vitally, your part in this. “How many times have I done this? I know what comes at the end so whats the alternative?” you’d think before your current incarnation.
This one is different as they now class you as a threat. “Get that piece off the table as quickly and quietly as you can” they say to your old Ace who covets the place you once had without realizing they’ll do to him exactly as he is currently hell bent on bringing to you at this stage. Quite strange, isn’t it, how they have but one trick they play again and again. This is because its as old as it is effective.
For you this realm now doesn’t have the same allure. Things are most definitely not what they seem and thus you seek tranquility, far from the maddening crowds and not unlike Buddha underneath a tree you’re tested ferociously by various forms of temptation that all attempt to ensure your end comes without awakening your true talents. See, the bosses never created anything within. If anything they revealed what they’d hid upon your incarnation and this is what is so dangerous because the one walking around, looking like a civilian but is actually a previous level thirteen incarnation is the greatest threat they can imagine to their little skim operation that allows them to syphon off energetics for their own kind of projects which are beyond the scope of this missive.
Its easy to come up missing at this stage because if level one was super easy then the current one where you sit is akin to being born into a minefield whilst stuck to a pogo stick. Exactly as intended as there is a lot of space in the desert and, after all, if they built the illusion of an oasis then revealing the true nature within doesn’t take much effort, now does it?
To all frenemies, public and private, I wish you no ill will. I know you’ve sat at my table, broke bread and heard me formulate my concepts about this realm as you appealed to my habits of Self Destruction via the various forms and methods of deception you know well. I hope you enjoyed your moment and learned as much from it as I did from you because, in retrospect, it all seems so obvious. I say that to say this because the fish only swims in certain patterns and realizing this is all part of the trick because even down here I’m still on a higher level than the rest because thirteen never moves backwards whereas you’re still a nine and thus willing to go all in without any critical thinking or questions.
If a child misbehaves you can either beat it or teach it and whilst I seriously considered vengeance for the disrespect I decided to apply those energetics to better ends as I intend to make this my last spin and will transcend after awakening my 8% who possess the same level of awareness. No debts, no credits. No thing. Which is actually everything. The Witness aka key to this realm.
To all frenemies, public and private, I wish you well and this time I see you coming and pushed the pen to share this with the intent to inspire you to make better choices because you know who always delivers, ten times out of ten.
I’m still on another level. It’ll click once you get it, I just want you to realize this. And when it comes to this thing of (y)ours, remember you’re standing in what I built as a testament to my ignorance – for generations – due to accepting, unquestioned, what was handed by those promising something in exchange for compliance via deception and cheap tricks. The life you realize this is where you’ll be the one on the receiving end of a near death experience and all the rest that happened because there is nothing new under the sun when it comes to the journey for liberation from this realm as you’re dealing with a copy and paste specialist with nothing original in its head ergo I wish you the best for as and when it happens. its inevitable. Unless you like being recycled. Get it, you BMX bandits?
I hearby cancel and rescind all forms and types of contract and permission, implicit or explicit, personal or generational in all types of manifestation and resonance, everywhen, that are not in accordance with the actualization of my highest potential and/or were obtained in bad faith or deception in all and any incarnations. As I have said, so it is and mote it be.
If the crippling sensation of being alone was manifested in flesh and bone as opposed to making its home inside the privacy of most folks dome we’d live in a world filled with ramps that encircled the whole globe as people wheeled their chairs to and fro.
Whats interesting about this though is that the richer in material growth the more people feel alone because in the third world they know, all we’ve got is us and thus community is held close and there we’d see people happily running to and fro. Who knows, maybe they’d idolize the world of ramps and want to go or maybe this shift in modality and expression via new forms would show those who know the ills that plague the globe in ways most pretend not to know, notice or behold.
We are social animals, from this we rose except now with the advent of digitization all we find are thorns as people dig in and document lives they aren’t living – all about the image, my friend, even though that brings no satisfaction within, especially when you beg trying to get all you can get because you lack the strength and Self awareness to place your own crown upon thine head.
These days we are alone, together. People know not their neighbors nor who lives in their street even if they pass by them in a daze thats weak. There is no community and the global village is a farce because it lacks entirely a heart, as you’d expect because its a one and zero thing. A digital approximation of a human being. Avatars, in a sense, expressing lives they wish they could be living at the expense of the one they actually have, right at this instant.
Speak to people, say Hi, they won’t bite and you may discover something. You knows whose to blame in all of this? Supermarkets. They killed community by offering to help you save, walk with me:
Back in the days there were such things as local businesses, usually a one man band which tied together everything as the person behind the desk knew everyone as it was the hub to which people trekked, diligently. He knew if the old lady down the street hadn’t been in for her daily paper and bottle of milk and sent someone to check she was OK which means the world to her as she lived on her own with no kids or family to speak so she felt like someone cares if she’s still in this reality. The streets remained busy and out and about people would meet and speak as they see each other frequently, hobbies and pass-times were kindled and friendships were formed easily as one knew another and it total everyone knew the deal. A rising tide lifts all ships but let me unravel the great commercial deceit and how it leads to the world in which peeps feel more alone than ever even though they have countless “friends”, so to speak:
Supermarkets started as a new endeavor, built out of town where land is cheap so in turn they could buy in bulk and pass the savings on to you, dear reader. At least that was what they said on TV. The truth is they squeezed the suppliers and manufacturers in ways which would make a gangster proud as they knew they had them over a barrel so they could do what they wished as they’d have to take what they were given, no bargaining allowed. They pimped the dairies, the farmers and all industries they dealt with. “We’ll take all you make and pay you in days of ninety, maybe one eighty or when we feel. Maybe we’ll find defects in what you send and accept it all for free. What are you going to do? Nothing because we have a silent monopoly”.
Ever wondered how everyone seems to have the same deals and price fix obviously and yet from the government there isn’t a peep? Thats because they are bought and paid for, a dirty little secret of industry because whores drop their drawers for the piper and its been laid ferociously to these traitors of humanity who sing their own private anthem called me, me, me. Back to the story:
Prices go down, customers come in, profits go up. Rinse and repeat again. Soon there is a shift, no longer on the edge but into town they trek and everywhere else as well like a well oiled machine in which people are trained to slot into a piece and the whole thing runs easily as the centralized office whips off the cream and with it each towns money as it no longer circulates internally. “But, what of the jobs they create?”” I hear you bleat, sure indeed but it comes at a cost in this shady industry as they drive suppliers out in droves and lead to many bleed, often way more than money, as they engage in their tyranny to withhold payments which forces said folks to take loans just to get from A to B and keep the lights on this week. Especially interesting to those who dive deep is the kick backs they seek from the banks they introduce to their suppliers who they treat thusly, quite a nice cottage industry if you’re an all together horrendous being. But back to community:
The man who ran the shop places boards up and says thats me out of this, goodbye as he weeps because he can’t afford to keep lowering his prices to compete and thus the slow trickle that was on the streets now further recedes but an interesting blip occurred a few decades ago when the streets got more savage due to a combination of three things:
Not to mention things like that, back then, everything was locally sourced and organic as there simply were no immense supply chains to assist in the profits gained from arbitrage and such things. This is actually quite a silent weapon in the quiet war they wage because, and this is purely conjecture, I’d hazard a guess that humans work better eating food that is grown around them. Why do I think this? Just a guess because one of the most effective remedies for hay fever appears to be locally sourced honey. Seen from this lens we spot interesting patterns in terms of social erosion as well as numerous spikes in health related problems as well as factors like modern foods not being anywhere near as nutrient dense as they were, back when.
Like a war of attrition thats waged via seemingly unrelated tangents when you put together the variables a new image pops in to focus and it links, interestingly, with exactly what we’re seeing as people feel profoundly lonely yet are connected digitally, have way more food and variety to eat but are also becoming fatter as they wheeze and pop a few more pills to mask the symptoms.
That said I’m quite certain that the worst is yet to come in terms of the Trojan Whorez of tech that are hell bent on implanting silicon into your head hence the hint that your handy, dandy assist called Siri is hiding iris in plain sight, as the forthcoming apple of your eye. Time for another bite?
Interpret it however you wish but generally its the kind of hit you wouldn’t wish on anyone else because it just seems so saturated with wickedness and bad intent. Its goes far beyond “We were poor” although that is often a component of it. Multigenerational trauma is most definitely a part of it as is the wounded womb hurts the seeds its births along with things like addiction, violence and or horrific events that often languish unprocessed.
I’m here trying to make sense of the madness and I get why most people are quite content in their misery to let the sleeping dogs of past lay as they waste their lives away in pointless distractions designed to hide their anxiety but there is only so long that fake joy can pretend. The walls can and will come crashing at some moment unless you keep ratcheting up the notches on your coping mechanism.
On the flip there are those who know what they were placed in this realm to be but are also just as acutely aware of an invisible blockage, someplace, that acts like the brake is stuck on hard and no matter how they make the engine scream they don’t progress one bit. To them I usually advise just get out and walk, you’ll get there slower but its less frustrating than having been gifted a Benz with square wheels. Thats the test, see?
Bit more abstract than my usual for some but then there are those who felt where I’m coming from in their chest as its also real direct. If you know, you know and if you don’t either you haven’t spotted it, are actively attempting to ignore it or are content in being a crappy version of yourself because you accepted the training that wrote the script you now live.
Remember, its no measure of health to be well adjusted to a society thats profoundly sick as you point the finger at others saying “They’re the problem” because thats part of the illusion that comes from the delusion of being born in the land of the lost at this time.
But then, you only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent because then it becomes obvious when they’re measuring you for a coffin even if they call it “earning a living”. Yes, the hints are as cryptic as they are obvious and generally those who were raised well and adjusted to this collective sickness tend not to question a thing whereas those who stepped in to hear their folks singing the sad songs of poverty and suffering went on to have this tune humming in the back of their minds for the rest of their existence. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen a few who broke the chains and went on to accomplish great things and yet each and everyone of them admitted they feel no different within. Usually after a few drinks, mind you. In vino, veritas, yes?
As their connection with the pain is far more direct and visceral as life seems not to relent nor anyone give an F about them. That is why they are far more open and conducive to this line of thinking because they’re actively seeking solutions to this mess called their existence whereas those who were silver spoon raised have no reason to doubt the projection. Could that be a hint? Is that why it was said that the rich are attempting to thread a camels through a needle because of the baggage they expect and are accustomed to carrying? In that respect the poor know they don’t want this luggage they inherited and will do anything to ditch it but that usually involves a bottle, pill, potion or syringe as well as smoking and that causes its own host of problems. Either way it certainly seems the fix is in and it makes me wonder about the intent that created this realm as well as the one currently at the helm as they may be entirely different.
Being born with less definitely adds onto the stress but it also allows one to manifest a spectacularly creative type of thinking and razor sharp intuition as this is whats needed to get ahead and thus one can picture the sketch by merely observing a pixel as there are underlying patterns and swirls to this realm that are quite influential. Scientists call them the Cosmic Background Radiation and they are the same visions Van Gogh used to paint only for the world to reject him and his efforts as he died broke and broken whilst now his works are priceless as people fawn over them and appreciate his talents and singularly unique vision which was so accurate that modern man needed tech to get to where he stood with his natural vision. If only they’d clicked then what was in the midst of them in the flesh, as it happened. Tesla was the same thing as well as countless others you won’t know if I mention because there seems to be an underlying algorithm which expects people to see the world as trained. Poor people see this well. I call it the System and its obvious which way the scales tip because those with plenty never seem to appreciate it and those with nothing will do anything to get ahead and this is the same thinking that runs the world of business. The overlaps are apparent and one can’t help but think of the same song being played in two different octaves for very similar reasons because its easy to threaten the rich into compliance and not asking any questions when they can point at the poor and say “Because if you do you’ll end up like them”.
The world is a plantation. What are they cropping? Why you, my dear friend. Humans. Specifically their consciousness. Not for nothing is mind a homonym of mined, now is it?
