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

How to Time Travel

Imagine you could time travel
in your life
How great would that be
as you could literally shape
the future via your presence
and clear the past to obliterate
previous obstacles and debris
All paths would lead
to success and happiness
I’m sure you agree?
After all with such a powerful tool
how could you not end up winning
and be perched atop the tree?

What if I told you you need to buy it
nor trade anything away
as you already own this
Its an inbuilt feature
A trait
that comes ready equipped
on the inside of your brain
you use it all the time
but have never seen it that way
and thus have never realized its value
nor trained it to create
the outcomes mentioned above
Instead you’ve allowed it to make
you feel a range of bad emotions
about things that will never take place

Stop and think for a moment
of all the times you laid scared
thinking, dripping in fear
making bad situations worse
as you imagine the course
events will take as they snare
you into a downward spiral
in the virtual future you create
on the inside of your dome
as you while the night away

That my friend is the same tool
The same feature which can shape
the ideal future you wish to make
or help erase an older pain
stop and look at the process
Observe what takes place
Note the ubiquity of intention
and think how you can replace
the seed of doubt that powers it
with one of an preset for, lets say,
“Becoming the best that I can be
now and always”

You take that little thought
and beam forth in time and space
“If I were me as I am and wish to create this change
then take me in my mind
to the place where I’ve made all the right decisions
show me this guys day to day”
Examine the situation and the reverse the state
There has to be a link
a correspondence between the way
he lives his life then and you do today
take all those modifications he did to own that space
and start to implement them, straight away

In many ways using this faculty is like having the answers to the test
you already passed in the future
so the present is no sweat
as you now know what you must do
and that removes the protest:
“I don’t know where to start
in order to change myself”
as it provides you with a clear path
to victory over the present
and whatever circumstances or events
define the moment as it is
so learn and hone this weapon
as awareness with an edge
brings power to all else
and everything you’ve ever wanted
can be yours if you step
up to the plate and over
as you must be willing to transcend
by willing to go deeper
and start to look within.

Till we meet again

The 9/11 Magic Passport – Revisited

It was a terrible day. Many lives were lost and the psyche of the collective scarred in ways people still can’t truly comprehend but feel, nonetheless. In many ways there was the world before September the Eleventh, Two Thousand and One and what follows as it was a watershed moment. Better yet a loss of innocence and yet, with all this said, there is something that has bugged me from then till now and not one person has managed a satisfactory explanation:

How on Earth did a magical passport that was in the pocket of a terrorist that flew a plane into a building manage to not only survive but jump out, stay intact and find its way down to the confusion below where, amidst the wreckage and all around chaos, some good samaritan found it, handed it in and absconded without saying a thing.

You know whats even more unbelievable than this turn of events? The fact people believe that such a thing is even possible. I have no interest in questioning the rest of the narrative which ended with Osama allegedly being dumped into the ocean like they did Megatron in a flick but this one string. Thats it. Can anyone come up with a logical, rational explantation for how this slip of paper with a mans image managed to not only survive such an impossible mission but was found, handed in, broadcast all over the world as proof positive and no one with any form of power or position questioned how odd it all is?

After Michael Jacksons death Sony released a disc bearing his name. Upon hearing it I was immediately suspicious that a handful of tracks simply didn’t sound like him. The voice was wrong, the vibrato twisted and the pronunciations so incorrect it sounded like an Idaho potato was attempting his best rendition of the King. To my surprise when I pointed this out a lot of life long fans denied this and said “Why would they fake such a thing? Its obvious its him”. Some added in comments like “It must be a demo recording” when pressed on the difference and the man who sold them is on record saying they were recorded using a PVC pipe and shower curtain booth in a makeshift studio in his basement. Exactly how the King of Pop operates, yes? A long while later it was proven they were fakes and there was a sense of vindication for my intuition. Why did I mention this? Simple Michael Jackson was supposed to be up in the towers, bright and breezy, that AM when the came crumbling.

Can you imagine the global impact if all of this had went down and they’d killed King? Forget what you saw because this would have been far more intense and people would have taken it even more personal due to the murder of a symbol that provided the soundtrack for their existence. Luckily for MJ his intuition kicked and, as luck would have it, a late night conversation with his mother caused him to sleep in otherwise this timeline would be very, very different. Lets see how far your minds can stretch and look at this and tell me if I’m reaching:

Did you spot it? Right in mid, suspended above his head and providing a cue that made my subconscious twitch is the missing link. After all we all know now that the term ISIS links terrorists so, one way or another, they got their wish. Strange, isn’t it? But nowhere near as weird as the magical adventures of a fantastic passport that could (and did) defy the laws of physics and many never questioned it. Well, I did. And still do. Much like the fake MJ songs my clues came from within because its simply my Inner Sense speaking via the Psylense and when it does, I listen. It instructs me to pull on this loose string, ignore the rest, see where it leads and what happens.

To me the entire Nine Eleven narrative stinks, it always has done and always will but thats not the point of this topic as I’m concerned simply with the passport and why you, dear reader, accepted the brainwashing that was obviously designed to sell what they’re telling and yet is, frankly, quite insulting to the intellect. Its quite improbable for it to have happened. I’m talking the statistical chances are slim and yet if this is what so much of what followed was built on then it wouldn’t be a stretch to say the Emperor may truly be naked. Will the Kool Aid you sipped allow you to see this?

See, its a very impressive trick, one that is as old as it is effective because once the hustler gets his mark to invest in the fable their comes a time when they simply can’t question the narrative due to what it says about them and their intelligence. Its oh so wicked and yet its blueprint was designed to build so many modern edifices that erected the Mind Made Prison within your head when your Adulterated self dwells. Just taking it all in. “The TV says so it must be correct” is a common program as well as pointing at corrupt institutions for reference when its obvious those in charge never gave an F about them. Once again, as MJ said. You’ll see as we progress what his presence was in this realm and its something as obvious as it is mind blowing as he peeped the Game of Souls for what it is and sprinkled seeds of wisdom on those with the ears to listen. And yet, they killed him in broad day and got away with it on their latest attempt. Like I said before, there was a plan to get him out of the paint way before those events that hid a bunch a terrorists above his head and joined their resonance in the collective unconscious which is how they weave their spells and wield an immense influence over those they class as less than human. Cattle. This is what they think of you. Dumb animals. Resources to be exploited, in ways that are increasingly painful. Why? Because thats is what makes the tills ring as people search for ineffective solutions.

Its that old pimp schtick. See, if the girl refuses to trick or is talking back for some reason then you inflict an swift quantity of pain on her and cause stress in ways unexpected. This scrambles her circuits and causes an immense regression as she runs to “Daddy” for comfort. He, of course, provides it with tender care and reassurances that it will never happen again, if she just does what he says and who he’ll protect her always as long as she’s obedient etc etc… Are you starting to see the same outline that was traced in your head that lead to you surrendering your freedoms in exchange for a sketchy narrative that unleashed a whole new conflict that rings true to this day. In many ways you are entirely responsible, personally, for this world as it is. A huge weight to bear, yes, but true, nonetheless. We’ll get into that elsewhen but its something each Warrior is aware once they become Centered in Self whereas Slaves run around pointing a finger out and not seeing the three directed at thee. Its a Pi thing, you wouldn’t get it but might see:

“That sounds like stupid conspiracy talk and I don’t want to hear a bit of it” said the ones with leveled heads that accept everything the press said. They’ll often thrown in some cheap tricks like deflection, name calling and attempts to link one with things ridiculous due to how intentionally muddy the waters get when one attempts to peer closely at the official narrative. You’d almost think that was by design, yes? Would you like to know why this subset of people (who usually have a decent amount of intelligence in what to think that isn’t often equalled by how or the truly impartial vision needed to see through the camera tricks) do this? Simple:

If they admit they swallowed a lie and were taken for a ride by those they placed their faith in its the equivalent of breaking an egg on their own face. The yolk would literally be on them and their false self simply cannot accept this as that is whats at the helm of over 81% of the populace and pulls their strings from the dark corners of their minds via its suggestions. Would you rather know you’ve been conned whilst you can still do something or would you prefer to ride that ignorant carpet into the abyss? The implications are not just for you but your children and the world they inherit. After all, why are they born glowing before they’re mangled by the System via its concentration camp wing that teaches them what (and not how) to think then rewards them for regurgitation.

This is the difference between Inner Sense and Adulteration. A bit off topic, yes, but we’re taking the scenic route on this trip. Just like the passport did.

Nestled next to the breast of a terrorist who had just wrestled away control from the brave pilot the passport sits. Its currently unaware that its destiny is supreme. Something magnificent and so special that it will, quite literally, fly over the heads of many. This humble proof of person is about to break several laws of physics. The plane hits the tower and the impact is dramatic. The terrorist dies quick due to the immense temperatures which will cause the reinforced construction to start freefalling from the stress in a few moments. All around many people meet their end on that fateful day as the explosion rips from one end of the building to the next.

Its from this place that the magical passport jets, miraculously unscathed and unaffected by the carnage. All around there are screams, death and destruction but it cares not. Instead it lilts on the winds and finds its place of rest amidst the rubble, right at the heart of the chaos on that dreadful Monday morning that left many families mourning in its wake.

Its adventure doesn’t end at this place because whilst everything was a mess a good samaritan not only happened upon it and stooped down to check. He thought it was important enough to hand to a nearby policeman who never thought to ask who he was or any other info, and then, he was gone with the wind. What was once a collection of paper milled, processed and offered as authentication is now to become a celebrity beyond its wildest imaginations as news agencies around the world rush to tell the story of its adventure and how its a smoking gun in this game of “Whodunnit?” that ended in many deaths:

Ask your Self, honestly, does that sound even remotely probable? Really sit back and think about it and then ponder the minds behind this because all the way from the policeman breathing in asbestos in the middle of this carnage up to the president and back down the hill to the newscasters broadcasting they all bought in and repeated the improbable events I sketched into your imagination. Forget all of the rest, I’m simply interested in this one thing because it always struck me as suspicious and I’m wondering how so many can refuse to think it does a little more than stink of a fix. Just for the heck of it go and type in as many variations of “Nine Eleven Hijackers Passort” into youtube as you can and then sit back and admire the wall of silence they present because whilst the videos are there they simply won’t let you access them direct. Wonder why that is?

The Nayirah testimony that was given eleven years previous to justify the US entry into the Gulf conflict was deeply harrowing. At the time the heartstrings were not so much tugged at but ripped clean out of your chest as she shared a tearful narrative of these heartless deviants that came to the hospital clutching guns with the murderous intent to throw these babies on the floor and leave them for dead. “These Iraqi demons simply have no chill. We must liberate them from this tyrant and bring them freedom” said the viewers watching, believing everything she said. Troops were mobilized and you know the rest, yes?

Thing is, it was all a fib. “And the winner of the Academy Award for most convincing deception is… Nayirah!”. Well, that should have happened but didn’t. Watch the clip and tell me that isn’t the most amazing performance you’ve ever seen on screen. The question is this:

How many people died for real because of this camera trick? How many families were torn to shreds, on both sides of the conflict, due to this invention? We are trapped in a twisted realm with sick people at the helm and thus anything is possible and this is why I ask you to revisit the topic of that magical passport and see it again via the eyes of Inner Sense and tell me if its merely tinfoil thinking or could there really be something wicked, placed well that exerts its malicious influence by manipulating your emotions into believing what isn’t.

There are two holly woods. Two of them. As we progress that will become obvious because I can see through the Matrix (you can as well, once you’re Centered in Self) and even before this I was willing to question the narrative and come to my own conclusions as I managed to evade the ravages of the schooling system. Interesting Einstein once said that the only thing that gets in the way of his imagination is his education and this little gem pays immense dividends, should you choose to polish it and use it to illuminate your inner realms, as you wrestle not against ignorance but the illusion of wisdom.

The greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim and this particular style of brainwashing is as old as the Empire itself so today, on this day that marks the repetition of the numbers that are forever linked in resonance of these events why not take a moment to examine the bars of the cell that create the Mind Made Prison within which your Adulterated false self dwells and accepts what is given as it dare not peer beneath the surface as the truth of your situation is far more perilous than you may comprehend.

Till we meet again

Ready or Not Here I Come!

We like who we like
mainly due to chemical reactions
and mathematical angles
at its most fundamental axis
and on top of this
we dress everything else
as we see fit.

“I do this for that and the other for me”
Life truly is a dream
or maybe a wheel
within a wheel
as there are elaborate schemes
underpinning the whole deal
that makes me wonder
What is real?

Who to believe in a world made of lies
literally
As you are deceived by your eyes
ears, nose and all other senses as they conspire
to render solid that which was just information
via the condensation of data that is then given depth
length, width and various other measures
as fundamentally its all just points
doing their thing
but from our level it appears
quite solidly engaging

Yes, the matter is amazement
which due to its very nature
pulls us in closer via engagement
as we lay a trail of breadcrumbs
of what has been to mark what is to come
and thus we get lulled into the sleep of the mortal
who is fully convinced he is awake as he gives the performance
of his life to an audience entirely enthralled by this
this speck of a world
and its macabre arts
running through a season thats quite dark.

Laced with intrigue and ignorance
as well as larceny in hearts
where beauty is skin deep
and the individual is a sheep
thrown out amongst the wolves
dressed up as the good.

Where truth is misunderstood
as lies have been propped so long
that the difference of the songs
is lost on those who cry
“This is what I believe
and this is what they say
shall happen when you leave”
little realizing the scheme
exists solely to fleece the sheep.

None are so fooled
as those who allow
themselves to be deceived
by disavowing their greatest ability:

Thinking critically.

Your mind is the ultimate weapon
if not used correctly.
So which side is your team?
Either Victim or Opponent.
Choose wisely.

See, if you dare to ask
this question itself deeply
then the truth is revealed
as in the midst of a good Opponent
the Victim never suspects his role
and thus the Game unfolds
until its time to pay the piper
with the dark night of your Soul.

Sayonara.

Enjoy the rest of your lives
as you sit there, bewildered
trying to comprehend exactly what began
that lead to this end.

Now on the other hand
in the same situation, my friend
if you realize the jig as you dance
then it becomes something else
as then you
you become the Opponent
and those railing agains? Your Victims
and even if you choose to do nothing
you still learn a lot about it.
It being
whatever was the name
of the Game you came to play

It really is quite engaging
because it was designed this way
for all types, creeds and races
“Come one, come all! Get faces”
and we’ll start trading.
On the one hand you can be
whatever we tell you to be
as backed by your friends,
family and society
or whoever elses authority
you need to believe
whatever it is we said
is what you should be.

Or, or on the other hand
you can regain that
with which you came
but most forget and leave in this realm:

Who I am

What it means to be me
the simple truth of all that was, is and will be
some good old fashioned Inner Sense
before it was kicked out of your chest
via the socialization system
that imprisoned your awareness
in the Mind Made Prison
where it currently dwells
reading this.

It really is something else
when seen from the edge
and quite different from the middle
as you sit and they spin
or you rush as they chill
“To and fro, must pay the bills”
mind full of worries
body wracked with ills.

So much fear and pressure
the urge to comply and fit in
as well as the desire to be different
“Craft your own lane and image
inside the Reality Tunnel you’re given
but question not the intent or direction.
Stop thinking! Yours is to do as directed”

Yes it is a tightrope
on which many currently walk.
One end far off in the distance
is all you’re promised you could hold
either in this world or when gone
via the journey beyond the globe
and its a long and very thin rope
with so, so far to go
and so long you could fall
and yet
there is always another pole
one most never seek
as its so well hidden
that is the point to all of this, you know?
the inner wisdom which speaks
in the Psylense
and makes all of this possible
for it is you, in and beyond the flesh.

Your true point of origin.
Within.

That which is lost in the whirlwind.
Sold, traded or forgotten as you’re caught up
in the business of living and its myriad illusions.

Induced to forget then tricked to disconnect.
As you are reading this text you start to recollect
that you are playing a game.
The Game
Of cosmic hide and seek.

In which you are that which is
and also what isn’t.

The trick is knowing the difference.
Practice discernment.

Till we meet again

Nothing Exists Without Me

I think you may be
one of the few alive
that comprehends my style
as I feel there is more
way more to this world
than daily meets the eyes
as the physical it speaks
oh so silently and says
“All is a lie because the truth
would blow your mind
which itself is a construction
of the forces of spacetime
because who and what you are
beyond its confines
is something that shines
bright from the eyes of a child
as we’re born intuitively grasping
we are the sole axis
around which everything spins
before confusion sets in
and we’re relegated to the edge
and thus off centered in this realm
and prone to illusion”.

This age, in essence,
where mired in delusion
people worship illusion and pretend
they comprehend the depth
of what it means to draw breath
as ignorance is their master
and avarice their best friend
The learned have motivations
not much different as well
as the institutions are corrupt
and steer men from from themselves
as misery lxves company

So they all daily sing
of the pains and unfilled needs
that reverberate within
via the fake smiles and engineered wiles
that define modern life
as they pose socially for the medes
screaming quietly
“Please accept me.
it is the gift I cannot give
yet need so myself
as this immense unrest
fueled by ignorance that swells
dictates my each step
along with the ragged breaths
that underpin my concepts
of who and where I am,
alone in this realm.
Oh, please accept me I beg
as I cannot accept myself”.

Yet if you turn and tell them this
they think you’re crazy
in extremis
even though it shines from their core
their motivation, du jour
and I see it all over
Like its written on their face
the half blind and semi crazed
that think everything’s OK
because they are so well adjusted
to a society profoundly sick
due to ignoring the wisdom
that always dwells within.

Tell me something, my friend
for there is no such thing as strangers
in my experience
when we are of one essence
does what I’ve said make sense?
In some way resonate?
Do you ever think this way?
Or is this just my perspective
from the eye of the storm
as I’m open to interpretations
as that is all one knows
in a world of uncertainty.

Till we meet again