Simple question which you’ll probably answer with your own question:
“What do you mean?”
Crazy isn’t it how the easy ones are so hard to nail but there are no right or wrong answers therefore you can’t fail so I ask once again, how alive do you feel?
Sure, your heart is beating, lungs are doing their thing along with a million other processes of which you have no conscious awareness but are always there silently working but how alive do you feel?
Still struggling? Let me help. Lets take an average day from your childhood, pick one at random, I hope its good and lets use that as our “One Hundred Percent alive” feeling on the barometer for our little experiment. Next pick an average day over the last week and rate that on the scale as a percentage and see what it makes you think.
I guarantee you could back a day, year, month or decade and that figure would rarely sway more than Twenty Five Percent upwards on any average day and could actually more often than not be far less if you’re speaking the truth said.
The question is why? Why does this happen? Why are we born hyperkinetic balls of energy that crackle with vitality and are awash with imagination, creativity and curiosity only to discover that a couple or three decades later what was born flexing is now slowly starting to seize up on all levels like the body is a burden and its density filters a once glowing awareness that shone out on all without any prodding or purpose. It just was, you just were. And then, you were not and you became something else. Something that has the same parents, shares the same history but is as far from what it was as chalk is cheese – an Adulterated version of you.
Interesting world adult and I’ll guess you’ve spent your whole life looking at it wrong because most associate traits like responsible, self aware, mature etc. etc. with it when I look at it a bit different:
The child that was became Adulterated by a process that is all around and yet none see nor speak of its presence as its left its mark on that thing that beats in your chest as it evacuated you to live in a dark recess of your mind where you currently delight via the shining screens so bright on your entertainment device which in many ways controls your life even though you think you control it but thats another topic because for now I’m speaking of the functionally dead who yet live for death, like many things in this life, is a process. A journey of many steps in which you lose pieces of yourself bit by bit until the day comes when there is nothing left to give and around about them comes your final breath because contained within these words is a truth thats Self evident:
Everybody dies but not all live and seeing as your life is a stringing together of moments that expand into hours, days, weeks and months its a perfectly valid question to ask:
How alive do you feel because in order to change something you must first see it as it is, not how you want it to be or like to pretend but the cold hard facts as they stand as you stare them in their face because self realization is the only game worth playing because without a firm grasp on yourself – obtained by clearing away what you’re not, thats another topic we’ll speak on at some point – how can you hope claim that birthright which is buried under your pain? Inside every human there is an exit from the trap but such is the fear and programing that many will pretend that there is no such thing and then start kicking and screaming if you point it out to them as the devil he knows doesn’t treat him so bad, the jobs got some good points, holidays make me feel glad and other statements which are applied to broken dreams like a cast in order to hide the fact that most people simply aren’t happy, no matter how much they pretend or distract themselves and they try every solution from drugs to sex and musical instruments as well as dancing, eating, sleeping and a great manner of things some of which provide respite on a limited basis but nothing that brings them back to that feeling of being great as they leapt out of bed in search of the adventures of the day.
What changed? Obviously something did and its an epidemic which claims billions of Souls day after day, one wave after the next. A merciless process that doesn’t seem to relent and is so immense that most don’t comprehend the nature of the web or ask themselves “Who spun? For what ends?” and there are even less workable solutions to deal with this mess. The strangest thing I’ve found is how people resist this change. Its exactly what they want but they’d rather seek everywhen but within even though logic says this must be the true cause of the problem and the only place to seek a lasting solution. That (false) self protective mech lets me know we’re up against something with a vastly different type of intelligence that has us playing draughts whilst its moves are chess. Stranger still, once seen, is that the Game is multi-dimensional and what we see within the flesh is but a tiny, tiny section of the entire thing. Put it like this:
If I could flick a switch and up the voltage of your consciousness (which is as simple as removing the resistance and allowing your natural flow to recommence) it would be obvious because you now have the gnosis. Thing is your Opponent knows this and has spent many lifetimes making you believe its tricks because the nature of the Game is total immersion but doesn’t it seem to be going to hell in a hand basket, real quick? All gas an no brakes make Jack a dead boy. What we’ve done before has obviously got us to this moment, personal and collective, and yet so many are reluctant to change their steps or alter what they’re doing. Isn’t that type of confusion intriguing? Doesn’t it offer a blatant hint that there are hitherto unacknowledged variables in the mix. In that respect what I’m speaking on is the psycho-spiritual equivalent of dark matter as the presence is so ubiquitous it underpins life on this planet and is, in many ways, the aim of the Game because those who realize whats at stake with their Opponent automatically shift from being Victims and then its on because up until then has been a distraction and thats when things get interesting.
So much of what we learn in life is implicit and as many have said over the years give me the boy and I will show you the man as the imprints in the time from zero to seven form the outline of the mind or the frame through which we view everything else that makes up our lives. A more accurate term would be bi directional filter as not only does it decide how we interpret what goes in it in turn has an effect on how we express and thus what we put out. It is a gossamer veil that none see but all feel and Knowledge of it and effects on the species is far more important than the discovery of the wheel, fire or anything else because it is so fundamental and essential, much like the foundations of your home which you never see but know, in the back in your mind, are the basis of the whole show. A solid grounding allows one to reach for the stars and a fractured design ensures the home can’t survive either gentle or hard knocks as the resources simply aren’t there. What is so interesting about all of this is the attractive principle of consciousness and this is no secret for its evidence it writ large in everyones experience as well all know the Soul who faces challenge after challenge and barely manages to cope as well as the one seemingly born under a good sign for whom roses are all around and has never even felt a thorn.
“Show me the child and I’ll give you the man”.
Such a simple dictum that contains the hardest of facts as whilst our slates aren’t blank when we’re born as we have our innate drives and quirks that we bring to the table its the maps we acquire that teach us the lay of the land and give us our internal bearings which in turn allow us to plan our capers as we attempt to master our powers, align our dreams and carve out a niche that allows us the feeling we all seek:
That its OK just being me.
Children learn a lot by what they see, feel and hear in their day to day lives. So much so that they heed not what their parents say but how they are. Think on that right now:
“Don’t hit your brother” she says with a smack.
What do you think has the greater impact aside from the dissonance seared into fresh neurons like a track as the standard is set for future interactions as well as Self relationship. What a map! Imagine trying to decode a journey with such an instrument printed erroneously four fold with the original directions on the bottom and the interlopers overlaid at various angles and rotations and you’ll start to see why so few make it to their intended destination and why the feeling of enslavement to the pain of living is most peoples mode of standard operation and this in turn explains why suffering is near universal and the need for support via religion, distraction, entertainment or substances is the number one thing that occupies the minds of most tenants in this global concentration camp where the silent Witness within observes the punishment enacted by this Click-Whirr type of Thunking that dwells in the heads of those with no Knowledge of Self. If you’re looking for the devil you’ll find him masquerading as your ignorance that pretends it gets everything and there are no more answers left worth asking beyond getting on with the task in hand and obeying its constant barking. Slaves, I call them.
The Warrior, on the flip, sees through the script with a grin. “Wait a minute, how in the hell can I be that voice that very often says not very nice things when the simple fact is I’m obviously something else inside my head that is listening”. And thus begins the gnosis of the Witness, who you are in and beyond the Game that wraps a carbon based frame around your unfinite sentience and has spent its entirely life being ignored, programmed, directed and suggested at whims of various, often contradictory, aims when, in reality, its far more powerful and capable than many suspect. Its natural state? Inner Sense. You once knew it well.
This is but the tip the iceberg, liter and figuratively, for sure, because the division between the conscious and unconscious aspects can be illustrated like this:
Wherein lies the power that drives your deeds in the moment? In whom would you place you faith? Which one do you know and which is a stranger you don’t? See why I say its a Game of three halves? At least. Words can be weapons if you know not what you say but they can also illuminate and help clear the path and one such tone is what we call individual. There isn’t one on the planet familiar with the tongue in which its spoken that would claim or accept to be anything less at all and within lies the key that can free if you can wrap your mind around whats coming:
Individual. A contraction of three words presented as one where the sum of the parts is far more than the accepted interpretation as what you don’t know can and does hurt unless you rotate your awareness and see what was hidden:
Mission accomplished. Those who spoke the spells are indeed inwardly divided and dual as evidenced by the phrase “Came over me I know not what did”, usually expressed in a more grammatical form as well as “He seemed like a totally different person” and other little foibles that pop up everyday because like miracles tragedies are also common. Except, most never pay attention as their map has no room and they can’t read it anyway and so they plod on from one unfilled day to the next with dreams of making a better life toward which they take no steps, accepting instead the default programming with which they were blessed by their parents who underwent the same process of Adulteration.
Think about it, I’m saying you come from a long line of people that were tricked into a schism and you are the sum total of that inheritance as the same cards were dealt to you from an identically rigged deck. If you don’t choose to shift and flex your neuroplastic muscles, who will? If you have children this becomes doubly important because you may have already noticed the glow they stepped in with dimmed as they were schooled by the System and thus your lineage will head the same way unless you reevaluate your position and investment in Thunking.
An interesting thing about that word bless is most think it means something good when it actually stems from a ritual of offering in which altars were sprinkled with blood. A fitting spell, all things considered, yes? After all there was a time when people threw their babies to burned alive into a statue of a bull because someone powerful said. The methods have became more refined but just as you look at them as idiots the people from ten thousand years ago would consider your intellect primitive in comparison to whats been as they played the Game on an entirely different level but used the same equipment currently you step with using far less voltage and mostly on autopilot. Dare ye Know the Ledge?
“Is there really any point in raging against the machine?” I ask myself, quietly. My own life and death experiences have convinced that both are the limbs of illusion which extend from the Psylense that sits in the mid, perceives and allows perception but is often not perceived as this process renders it invisible. In other words when you’re watching a movie on the screen, what is it that you do not see? The TV.
Kind of obvious, yes? After all without it there would be no audio visual experience which draws you in. Consider that life, with all its thrills, spills and chills which can be ball (as well as block) busting. When the credits roll and the body positive plus sized birthing person undulates the airwaves you’ve met death. Is that the end? Not from the TV sets perspective as that mute black square which rules this Game right here is entirely impartial from all of these antics. Comprehending this as a fact, Self evident and not intellectual babble is the first step toward transcendence for those who wish to not only change the channel but interrupt the regularly scheduled programming of dying and being born again. And again. And again.
In many ways this plane is a test you can’t fail because you’ll go through the same things time and time again. Often with the same people who play different roles on each spin, depending upon the balance of previous energetics. Imagine one who lost a parent at a young age for one stage of their Game and spent the rest of their life pining for what might have happened and then click that the same person next click incarnates as their child with whom they have a strained relationship. Why would this be? Simple, energy has no feelings but if you consider the investment made on the last spin you had an absence that wasn’t dealt with but, on the contrary, had more attention poured in therefore pieces of the thinker were still stuck in this realm and now she comes back to collect in a way that makes her stress, fret and regret not getting an abortion.
For some the light would’ve went on inside their chest as their Psylense nods in agreement as they now have a handle, a fresh perspective which offers hints at how to master their energetics in the flesh because, realistically, where else will you get the time and option? After death things move really quick, as expected because timespace ceases to exist and one can be everywhen in an instant, whereas here there is still a perceptible gap in these dealings which can make them seem unconnected.
Imagine in front of you two screens. Each display a fish. You name one Spooky and the other Action because this is what they bring. Try as hard as you wish you cannot wrap your head around the fact that there seems to be an odd link between their actions as one zags, the other zigs. And yet, there are no visible ties, or hints. Take that as life in the Third Dimension and now imagine these screens of deceptive visions are removed from your eyelids and you stand upon the brink of higher perception. Now you realize the truth. There is, was and only ever will be one fish.
“Of course!” is said “How obvious!” come the statements because its easy once you know the answers but the trick is getting that vantage in the flesh while you can still do something about it otherwise its round and round, round you go. Combine these two metaphors with your own blend of secret herbs and spices then allow to marinate before being served to perfection and you’ll start to form a sketch of higher planes of living (and death, remember one fish handling its business as it swims in the seas of illusion) that make the complex much more simple.
That means that in this life, now, as we’re speaking those who are friends or enemies may not exactly be totally fresh as the previous example said. Some have store credit that manifests as going above and beyond what you expect as they hold you down when the rest step as it gets thick. Some get close only to betray you from within as you watch them grin whilst they stick the knife in. Therein lies the trick. The great Karma Con I call it because that is exactly what it is.
Imagine a casino that is built in the middle of an abyss. The lights twinkle and glisten and that which is, to all intents and purposes dead, is given an alluring sheen of living. Dreams are sold in the desert and many unmarked graves hold the secrets of what truly goes on behind the curtain. Most never suspect, fewer still get to Witness these shenanigans because image building and illusion in order to skim off the cream is the nature of the beast and thus there are oaths one must take before you can join the team.
Lets say you know none of this going in. Better yet lets say you’re entirely ignorant of all I’ve just said because the preincarnation memory wipe that shakes your cosmic Etch A Sketch handles its business really well. That and it adds to the immersion because no one wants to watch a flick in which “that guy from the other thing” is playing another role quite different. Now, lets pretend here they know you’re a man of certain skills, abilities and natural equipment that rests within the traveling bag of your existence that manifests as your flesh and, most importantly, the mind within. That eternal connection, the gift of the Psylense I call the Witness which makes all possible. They hit you with a pitch as you step in and automatically start winning. Its a great feeling, quite seductive as well as you’re comped with the best and you think this streak will never end. You get to know the showgirls, the pit boss and a few other incidentals as well and, bang, before you know it you’re hit with an offer thats life or death. For some its not as dramatic, for many not obvious but most will notice there that was a definite shift that led to a chill on the hot streak they were living.
If you declined an offer you can’t refuse its easy to be oblivious to the true reason why things get difficult as you possess something these crooks in the desert covet and wish to use for their own ends by making you believe they made it when in reality they simply coaxed it out from within. You yourself could do this but not inside their establishment as its built to be loud, bright and hypnotic and thus anyone who wakes up is a threat to the rest of the patrons.
Back home, years ago the bosses realized this and started pumping in the freshest air because oxygen is a hallucinogen. “What a wild trip!” They laughed as the tills ring but their power only extends from one generation to the next if they can trust they put in the place within their System to do exactly as they wish and not deviate from their expectations. This is where you come in.
Everyone, I’m quite certain, at some point, in some incarnation will get a peek behind the curtain. Its all part of the process really because the fish swims the same way each day but only ever reveals a portion of its pattern to each person glimpsing. For an easy frame of reference consider this scale of incarnation which offers a hint to how many times you’ve tasted death because a fresh Soul that just steps in will have all the boxes ticked with a life as close to perfection as you can imagine. Didn’t I say it was designed to be seductive? The sailing will not only be smooth but often luxurious and I don’t mean in just the simple modern notion of trinkets and baubles but emotional abundance along with an immense amount of coherence and resonance. What happens next? What else? “I want more”. And more ye shall get… Just not as you expect. One fish, two screens. Such is the duplicity of polarity in which one must find unity or risk being reamed by the faux gods of spacetime who, at one point, will entice you to the side where the shadows like to hide and pull their quiet strings. “This thing of ours is most profitable and we could hone those talents you possess to a fine edge. All we ask is trust. In return we’ll offer the world if you’ll simply hoodwink yourself and do exactly as instructed”.
Granted the words may not be as eloquent and certainly not as direct due to the principles of free will as well as various tricks they employ like strange influence from a distance aka depth hypnosis and covert suggestion, often with a sexual element and or sprinkled with narcotics intended to wiggle the fish as they specialize in corruption. Like I said, its a dirty business.
Now, imagine you say yes and take to these waters like an innate amphibian. You slip and slide with a grace previously unimaginable as you are truly a smooth criminal. The punters adore you as well. Business is booming with you at the helm and the bosses are besides themselves at having honed and picked such a talent because you make the tills ring and keep them well fed with the cream you help them skim. And then you die.
Naturally upon walking into the casino for your next incarnation you’ll often feel a little twinge that says “There is something more to this” because even though you’re no longer that guy from that thing you aren’t exactly a civilian either. A way to consider this is intended writing and each sheet of paper being the spirit of this incarnation because whilst the Soul may Witness everything the pilot driving the flesh on his way to his final destination is always a unique expression. Its what keeps it interesting as scenes always seem so fresh to a fish with a short memory.
Back in the casino you may find the tables aren’t alluring. The showgirls lay it on thick but you can tell they’re acting as they’re doing it for the tips as they handle you to the hilt via a professional performance designed to entice you in like a modern day siren. The cards feel boring. What they’re selling you’re not buying and for may a malaise can set in as they feel a shiftless sense of listlessness, a depression thinly spread. “There must be more to this” the weary (wary?) traveller says. This is what happens when you’re approaching your final incarnations and this is where it gets very, very interesting.
See for the bosses, who know fine well who you are the moment you stepped in, having you around has become a bit of a threat to their operation as you know them too well. You’ve made them an immense amount previously but they could tell you were starting to see around the corners that were hidden, like light bent ninety degrees in a vacuum, and one stiff breeze could bring down their entire deception that manifests as this house of cards in the desert. Of course, you don’t consciously remember this but your actions are speaking loud and clear as you’re not buying in. Cue the frenemies who really are teachers in fancy dress as only a fool has those he detests whereas the wise learn from the best and then transcend.
Remember what I said about the age of Souls and how its great when you step in, nice and fresh, as the Game lets you win in order to keep you coming back for more and more until various vows and oaths about the codes of death and silence are taken (all on your free will, that is very important) to reveal the inner dealings of this most square biz. Cubic, actually, and even that is is a sliver of the hyperdimensional aspect that truly pulls the strings which bind your awareness. If they sensed on the last spin you were starting to see through the charade and wondering why it is this way as you engage in such shenanigans that can truly only be classed as wicked then they know they have a problem. Lets imagine there are thirteen levels to this and the last one is a battle tested vet who is searching for the exit as the bright lights and deception designed to hide a constant mining of the captives begins to chafe and they yearn for a different pace.
Last spin round you made it to the grand table and enjoyed the fruits you previously grifted for those higher on the food chain. This afforded you a certain latitude and free reign as well as time alone, or with friends of ours, to contemplate. You asked your confidant, your consigliere, who was a level eight what he thought of all of this. The grand scheme and their place in all of this. The answers were as you’d expect as they’re firmly sandwiched in the mid, full card carrying members who simply do not perceive from the same vantage. They pick up on your line of thinking and, in private, mention it to the bosses and say it may be time for an enforced retirement as they can’t be having one who sits at the head be talking like this as it sends the wrong message. The bosses are proud of their treacherous minion as it shows his loyalty is to them and not the one who bought him in and thus they foster the mindset to pose as a friend, work as a spy and when the time comes for his demise we’ll ensure that you rise. With a gleam in his eyes he accepts the challenge and, as orchestrated, you meet an unglamorous end in the desert next to one of the many bodies you yourself sent.
Back in the Game, sporting new threads made of flesh as your Earthday Suit does its thing. Thing is that previous life on the penthouse with a huge overview of everything after so many incarnations of plugging right back in where you left off and giving your all and everything to this organization has done its bit. You know, but can’t get specific, that the reason the house wins is because of crooked dealings. You know those who smile and are villains as you yourself were one, back when. This time when the offer comes you side step and say “I’m just here for the refreshments” and have no intention of gambling nor peering behind the curtain.
“Houston, we have a problem”. Your old Ace who was level eight but now is nine and thus being trained to sit at your old seat watches you mill around via CCTV with a sneer on his face. “To think, I used to look up to him. What a dimwit, he can’t tell which side his bread is buttered if he thinks he can take us on and win. This is our Game, we built this and we’ll be dammed if he makes a dent in our business or operations by awakening the living hostages that don’t have the nous to realize they’ve been manipulated”.
Showgirls are sent, many dressed as regular women, with a script and a look designed to get your attention as they know your predictions. That and more than a few are ones you’ve previously spent time with and thus there is an innate resonance due to the great karma con doing its thing. Without even trying you win bets or you walk past an amusement as the lights start flashing and confetti descends which says “Congratulations for being todays lucky winner of an all expenses trip!”. You decline the offer as you remember, down within, this often meant a one way ride to the desert where you’re forced to dig the ditch into which you’ll be thrown as per the bosses intent. Why was he picked? “Who knows? Who cares? Another toothpick” said your team back when as theirs was to do, not question.
Thing is from up on high with the realm at your fingertips you started to suspect that these who were so good at tricking that patrons were actually also doing the self same thing to those they lured in to run the day to day as its all about corruption, manipulation along with some theatrics throw in. Everyone is bought off, in that sense, wether or not they realize it. You start questioning the nature of the Game you’re playing out here in the desert and, most vitally, your part in this. “How many times have I done this? I know what comes at the end so whats the alternative?” you’d think before your current incarnation.
This one is different as they now class you as a threat. “Get that piece off the table as quickly and quietly as you can” they say to your old Ace who covets the place you once had without realizing they’ll do to him exactly as he is currently hell bent on bringing to you at this stage. Quite strange, isn’t it, how they have but one trick they play again and again. This is because its as old as it is effective.
For you this realm now doesn’t have the same allure. Things are most definitely not what they seem and thus you seek tranquility, far from the maddening crowds and not unlike Buddha underneath a tree you’re tested ferociously by various forms of temptation that all attempt to ensure your end comes without awakening your true talents. See, the bosses never created anything within. If anything they revealed what they’d hid upon your incarnation and this is what is so dangerous because the one walking around, looking like a civilian but is actually a previous level thirteen incarnation is the greatest threat they can imagine to their little skim operation that allows them to syphon off energetics for their own kind of projects which are beyond the scope of this missive.
Its easy to come up missing at this stage because if level one was super easy then the current one where you sit is akin to being born into a minefield whilst stuck to a pogo stick. Exactly as intended as there is a lot of space in the desert and, after all, if they built the illusion of an oasis then revealing the true nature within doesn’t take much effort, now does it?
To all frenemies, public and private, I wish you no ill will. I know you’ve sat at my table, broke bread and heard me formulate my concepts about this realm as you appealed to my habits of Self Destruction via the various forms and methods of deception you know well. I hope you enjoyed your moment and learned as much from it as I did from you because, in retrospect, it all seems so obvious. I say that to say this because the fish only swims in certain patterns and realizing this is all part of the trick because even down here I’m still on a higher level than the rest because thirteen never moves backwards whereas you’re still a nine and thus willing to go all in without any critical thinking or questions.
If a child misbehaves you can either beat it or teach it and whilst I seriously considered vengeance for the disrespect I decided to apply those energetics to better ends as I intend to make this my last spin and will transcend after awakening my 8% who possess the same level of awareness. No debts, no credits. No thing. Which is actually everything. The Witness aka key to this realm.
To all frenemies, public and private, I wish you well and this time I see you coming and pushed the pen to share this with the intent to inspire you to make better choices because you know who always delivers, ten times out of ten.
I’m still on another level. It’ll click once you get it, I just want you to realize this. And when it comes to this thing of (y)ours, remember you’re standing in what I built as a testament to my ignorance – for generations – due to accepting, unquestioned, what was handed by those promising something in exchange for compliance via deception and cheap tricks. The life you realize this is where you’ll be the one on the receiving end of a near death experience and all the rest that happened because there is nothing new under the sun when it comes to the journey for liberation from this realm as you’re dealing with a copy and paste specialist with nothing original in its head ergo I wish you the best for as and when it happens. its inevitable. Unless you like being recycled. Get it, you BMX bandits?
I hearby cancel and rescind all forms and types of contract and permission, implicit or explicit, personal or generational in all types of manifestation and resonance, everywhen, that are not in accordance with the actualization of my highest potential and/or were obtained in bad faith or deception in all and any incarnations. As I have said, so it is and mote it be.
If the crippling sensation of being alone was manifested in flesh and bone as opposed to making its home inside the privacy of most folks dome we’d live in a world filled with ramps that encircled the whole globe as people wheeled their chairs to and fro.
Whats interesting about this though is that the richer in material growth the more people feel alone because in the third world they know, all we’ve got is us and thus community is held close and there we’d see people happily running to and fro. Who knows, maybe they’d idolize the world of ramps and want to go or maybe this shift in modality and expression via new forms would show those who know the ills that plague the globe in ways most pretend not to know, notice or behold.
We are social animals, from this we rose except now with the advent of digitization all we find are thorns as people dig in and document lives they aren’t living – all about the image, my friend, even though that brings no satisfaction within, especially when you beg trying to get all you can get because you lack the strength and Self awareness to place your own crown upon thine head.
These days we are alone, together. People know not their neighbors nor who lives in their street even if they pass by them in a daze thats weak. There is no community and the global village is a farce because it lacks entirely a heart, as you’d expect because its a one and zero thing. A digital approximation of a human being. Avatars, in a sense, expressing lives they wish they could be living at the expense of the one they actually have, right at this instant.
Speak to people, say Hi, they won’t bite and you may discover something. You knows whose to blame in all of this? Supermarkets. They killed community by offering to help you save, walk with me:
Back in the days there were such things as local businesses, usually a one man band which tied together everything as the person behind the desk knew everyone as it was the hub to which people trekked, diligently. He knew if the old lady down the street hadn’t been in for her daily paper and bottle of milk and sent someone to check she was OK which means the world to her as she lived on her own with no kids or family to speak so she felt like someone cares if she’s still in this reality. The streets remained busy and out and about people would meet and speak as they see each other frequently, hobbies and pass-times were kindled and friendships were formed easily as one knew another and it total everyone knew the deal. A rising tide lifts all ships but let me unravel the great commercial deceit and how it leads to the world in which peeps feel more alone than ever even though they have countless “friends”, so to speak:
Supermarkets started as a new endeavor, built out of town where land is cheap so in turn they could buy in bulk and pass the savings on to you, dear reader. At least that was what they said on TV. The truth is they squeezed the suppliers and manufacturers in ways which would make a gangster proud as they knew they had them over a barrel so they could do what they wished as they’d have to take what they were given, no bargaining allowed. They pimped the dairies, the farmers and all industries they dealt with. “We’ll take all you make and pay you in days of ninety, maybe one eighty or when we feel. Maybe we’ll find defects in what you send and accept it all for free. What are you going to do? Nothing because we have a silent monopoly”.
Ever wondered how everyone seems to have the same deals and price fix obviously and yet from the government there isn’t a peep? Thats because they are bought and paid for, a dirty little secret of industry because whores drop their drawers for the piper and its been laid ferociously to these traitors of humanity who sing their own private anthem called me, me, me. Back to the story:
Prices go down, customers come in, profits go up. Rinse and repeat again. Soon there is a shift, no longer on the edge but into town they trek and everywhere else as well like a well oiled machine in which people are trained to slot into a piece and the whole thing runs easily as the centralized office whips off the cream and with it each towns money as it no longer circulates internally. “But, what of the jobs they create?”” I hear you bleat, sure indeed but it comes at a cost in this shady industry as they drive suppliers out in droves and lead to many bleed, often way more than money, as they engage in their tyranny to withhold payments which forces said folks to take loans just to get from A to B and keep the lights on this week. Especially interesting to those who dive deep is the kick backs they seek from the banks they introduce to their suppliers who they treat thusly, quite a nice cottage industry if you’re an all together horrendous being. But back to community:
The man who ran the shop places boards up and says thats me out of this, goodbye as he weeps because he can’t afford to keep lowering his prices to compete and thus the slow trickle that was on the streets now further recedes but an interesting blip occurred a few decades ago when the streets got more savage due to a combination of three things:
Not to mention things like that, back then, everything was locally sourced and organic as there simply were no immense supply chains to assist in the profits gained from arbitrage and such things. This is actually quite a silent weapon in the quiet war they wage because, and this is purely conjecture, I’d hazard a guess that humans work better eating food that is grown around them. Why do I think this? Just a guess because one of the most effective remedies for hay fever appears to be locally sourced honey. Seen from this lens we spot interesting patterns in terms of social erosion as well as numerous spikes in health related problems as well as factors like modern foods not being anywhere near as nutrient dense as they were, back when.
Like a war of attrition thats waged via seemingly unrelated tangents when you put together the variables a new image pops in to focus and it links, interestingly, with exactly what we’re seeing as people feel profoundly lonely yet are connected digitally, have way more food and variety to eat but are also becoming fatter as they wheeze and pop a few more pills to mask the symptoms.
That said I’m quite certain that the worst is yet to come in terms of the Trojan Whorez of tech that are hell bent on implanting silicon into your head hence the hint that your handy, dandy assist called Siri is hiding iris in plain sight, as the forthcoming apple of your eye. Time for another bite?
Interpret it however you wish but generally its the kind of hit you wouldn’t wish on anyone else because it just seems so saturated with wickedness and bad intent. Its goes far beyond “We were poor” although that is often a component of it. Multigenerational trauma is most definitely a part of it as is the wounded womb hurts the seeds its births along with things like addiction, violence and or horrific events that often languish unprocessed.
I’m here trying to make sense of the madness and I get why most people are quite content in their misery to let the sleeping dogs of past lay as they waste their lives away in pointless distractions designed to hide their anxiety but there is only so long that fake joy can pretend. The walls can and will come crashing at some moment unless you keep ratcheting up the notches on your coping mechanism.
On the flip there are those who know what they were placed in this realm to be but are also just as acutely aware of an invisible blockage, someplace, that acts like the brake is stuck on hard and no matter how they make the engine scream they don’t progress one bit. To them I usually advise just get out and walk, you’ll get there slower but its less frustrating than having been gifted a Benz with square wheels. Thats the test, see?
Bit more abstract than my usual for some but then there are those who felt where I’m coming from in their chest as its also real direct. If you know, you know and if you don’t either you haven’t spotted it, are actively attempting to ignore it or are content in being a crappy version of yourself because you accepted the training that wrote the script you now live.
Remember, its no measure of health to be well adjusted to a society thats profoundly sick as you point the finger at others saying “They’re the problem” because thats part of the illusion that comes from the delusion of being born in the land of the lost at this time.
But then, you only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent because then it becomes obvious when they’re measuring you for a coffin even if they call it “earning a living”. Yes, the hints are as cryptic as they are obvious and generally those who were raised well and adjusted to this collective sickness tend not to question a thing whereas those who stepped in to hear their folks singing the sad songs of poverty and suffering went on to have this tune humming in the back of their minds for the rest of their existence. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen a few who broke the chains and went on to accomplish great things and yet each and everyone of them admitted they feel no different within. Usually after a few drinks, mind you. In vino, veritas, yes?
As their connection with the pain is far more direct and visceral as life seems not to relent nor anyone give an F about them. That is why they are far more open and conducive to this line of thinking because they’re actively seeking solutions to this mess called their existence whereas those who were silver spoon raised have no reason to doubt the projection. Could that be a hint? Is that why it was said that the rich are attempting to thread a camels through a needle because of the baggage they expect and are accustomed to carrying? In that respect the poor know they don’t want this luggage they inherited and will do anything to ditch it but that usually involves a bottle, pill, potion or syringe as well as smoking and that causes its own host of problems. Either way it certainly seems the fix is in and it makes me wonder about the intent that created this realm as well as the one currently at the helm as they may be entirely different.
Being born with less definitely adds onto the stress but it also allows one to manifest a spectacularly creative type of thinking and razor sharp intuition as this is whats needed to get ahead and thus one can picture the sketch by merely observing a pixel as there are underlying patterns and swirls to this realm that are quite influential. Scientists call them the Cosmic Background Radiation and they are the same visions Van Gogh used to paint only for the world to reject him and his efforts as he died broke and broken whilst now his works are priceless as people fawn over them and appreciate his talents and singularly unique vision which was so accurate that modern man needed tech to get to where he stood with his natural vision. If only they’d clicked then what was in the midst of them in the flesh, as it happened. Tesla was the same thing as well as countless others you won’t know if I mention because there seems to be an underlying algorithm which expects people to see the world as trained. Poor people see this well. I call it the System and its obvious which way the scales tip because those with plenty never seem to appreciate it and those with nothing will do anything to get ahead and this is the same thinking that runs the world of business. The overlaps are apparent and one can’t help but think of the same song being played in two different octaves for very similar reasons because its easy to threaten the rich into compliance and not asking any questions when they can point at the poor and say “Because if you do you’ll end up like them”.
The world is a plantation. What are they cropping? Why you, my dear friend. Humans. Specifically their consciousness. Not for nothing is mind a homonym of mined, now is it?
In the Game of life there is a great divide On one side you have those who offer sweet lies artful deceptions wrought from cunning minds They have the entire world in their grip Each Soul that steps is in effect pledged to a beast that is as great as it is invisible.
They say the road to hell is paved with good intent Take a good look around Where do you think we’re headed?
Bitter truths on the other hand are often the daily bread of adepts Why? Because they desire gnosis Liberation is the quest An end to their suffering because anything is better than being stuck on the wheel of time again.
Someone once said that there are those who prefer to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
In that respect its a tale as old as the hills and yet totally current as it rages within.
Can you hear the Psylense? Or is the noiZ a familiar presence?
If you had a choice here now this instant to know the truth of everything as it stands plain and unvarnished with no regard for your feelings or investments vs carrying on as is with the world offering reassurances about your perspectives Which one would you pick?
See, this question is a trick It just shows how deep the conditioning is the programming of countless generations that culminates with you in the present clutching a gift you dare not experience and thus will die after living the life unexamined.
The truth is of little importance to most people.
Its actually an inconvenience hence its bitterness sweet nothings seemingly grow on trees Such are the tricks of the medes.
Bitter truths is all I’m offering those who digest may then turn to me with a grin as it clicks that the state of bliss they’ve just generated via transcendence is a whole nother kind of sweetness that glows within.
A golden luminance.
Thats why they call it enlightenment and it awaits those willing to step inside the darkness of which they weren’t even conscious.
Its a Game of three halves Three halves, my friend. There is what you know you know what you know you don’t know and what you don’t know you don’t know nor even suspected exists.
It is from there I’m speaking and the view is quite different on pretty much everything.
As I’ve said before, the Sun reps the Soul and the Moon is the mind. As above, so below. As within, so without. Everything is interlinked, its all the same thing manifesting at differing wavelengths of perception and thus what is the message of this celestial event? Simple, we are seeing the full glow of the moon (mind) being turned within. This means that you can use this time to come to terms with, release or make sense of previous events because via aligning with the cosmic processes they lend their strength. If before introspection seemed impossible or even strange and alien due to your mind jumping around like a chimp laced with amphetamines then please rise to this occasion as I’m sure you’ll find it way simpler than its ever been. A good posture I can rec is sitting on the edge of a chair with your spine erect as you attempt to breathe into your kidneys whilst expanding your abdomen like you were wearing a pool ring underneath your clothing.
Try this during the eclipse as its timed in your environment. Focus on what comes up without attachment. If its leaving, let it go. Be grateful, appreciate it because many times problems are actually illusions carrying gifts within that are hidden but only the perceptive realize this and reap the dividends that the universe was sending them dressed as a challenge. Stop and think:
As far as I can tell this will be a period of reevaluation. Looking at things again, time travel in some respects because the chains of the past are always present and they influence our future actions based on their imprints. This time will allow reexamination and if you have a chance to let go then do it. You can start practicing this right now as its a process as simple as it is powerful and doesn’t need an eclipse to use it:
Take a small ball, hold it in your hand as you stand. Imagine a person, situation or problem that you’d like to deal with. You can imagine it in your head, bring back the sensations or do whatever is needed to reactivate the Pattern by directing your attention at its wavelength inside your consciousness. Then just say to your Self “I let this go” as you ease your grip on the ball. Thats it. Soon you won’t need the prop as you’re training the mind – which acts like Velcro for bad news and Teflon for the good – into releasing that which it feels is important due to the emotional charge you’ve invested. In effect this rewrites the tag on the Rolodex inside your subconscious because it says “Thanks, I see it. Its no longer important” and as you let go its sent to long term storage where it is of no more importance. This is a true tete-a-tete. A conversation with Self. Taking control of your resources instead of being moved around the board by invisible forces. Start practicing it now, its amazing how powerful this technique is. After a while you won’t need the ball and will be able to do it, mental. If you’re one of those who are more stubborn and it find it hard to let go them imagine you are pouring all of the information and event into the ball you’re gripping. As it gets filled it becomes dense and, just at that tipping point, you let go and the ground accepts and cleanses these energetics. Being barefoot helps other people as well. A quiet environment is essential and I always recommend people take around nine deep breaths as they state within “I call my attention back from everywhen” as they inhale a golden light via the pores of their skin and feel all tension evaporating as they exhale as a dark, smoky mist.
Actually, just that alone feels pretty awesome to people who’d never tried it but when you add in eclipse energetics, the subtle art of letting go and introspection its a way to rack up immense wins by freeing your internal energetics to come in alignment with their true potential because discovering who you are only happens when you’ve overcome who you aren’t but have accepted from a position of ignorance. You have an immense potential within that has been artfully hidden because they never said the owners manual for the flesh is within. Instead you were instructed in camps of concentration to “Sit up straight. Look ahead. Stop fidgeting!” as they bored into your head via various forms of indoctrination that intended to create Adulteration and keep you estranged from your Self. This is why people feel so much frustration, that no matter how much they have something is missing and why wanting is often so much better than getting because the former has expectations the latter never delivers because our true problems (and thus solutions) are within and learning how to relate to your energetics is an immense part of allowing the Warrior within to rise.
Enjoy this time, think of it as your first step on the Path of Power and a moment of awakening to the true nature of what we’re within, who you are and the deeper meaning of this Game with really good graphics you came to play after inserting your Soul as a credit. The echoes of this one decision, timed at the optimal moment, will ring for the next three months for those that rise to the challenge as they’ll find shifts in their oscillation whereas those who ignore the potential and message will get more of the same they’ve had on their previous day to day as you get back what you put in and, at this precise moment, the universe is conspiring to hand you an advantage by making it far easier to direct your mind within and face the root cause of any problem you’d been avoiding as you strive toward balance and a natural state of homeostasis which, in effect, creates a board to spring for what comes next as one who frees their energetics of resistance will find, due to resonance, a greater voltage starts flowing.
Its worth noting that I do not advise opening your curtains or “moonbathing” as we Warriors deal with the root cause, within, and not external projections as that is akin to scratching a photo to relieve an itch. Recollect, this entire realm takes place inside your awareness which neither begins nor ends at your head.
I could go way deeper with the scope of this message because there are twelve main flavors with which this can manifest ranging from the Self (in terms of your concepts and baggage) as well as health, relationships, friendships, material resources, your career prospects and whether the direction you’re headed is truly for the best potential to be actualized via it or if its time for a revision and you totally flip the script. Some may feel they finally have the strength to sit down and have that face to face conversation with a parent that causes tension whereas others may find feelings of uncertainty about everything they’ve invested in and all of their decisions.
This is great, amazing, because it shows there is more energy pulsating and most of the planet has been trained to encode the sensation of “thrill” as “anxious” due to living lives of quiet desperation that are entirely predictable. A lot will check in to the nature of compromising as it may be they’ve got a bad work/life balance or having been giving too much in a relationship from which they gain nothing but stress and wonder why they stick with it. The eclipse will help. A few will take a glimpse at their entire life, families heritage and the inheritance this brings with a much wider lens than they ever thought possible. Expect a few “Aha!” moments because you and your ancestors share a link via the blood pumping in your veins so you are truly them and they live, eternal, due to the experiences they imprinted upon lifes liquid essence. Those who find their value being called into question could wonder “Why have I put so much work in and got zero recognition?” and it might just be because you’ve actually kept the best hidden and only presented what you thought was acceptable.
Food for thought, scrape the dish. In that respect its been noted that some reconsider their meal choices during this transit as the whole “You are what you eat” thing rings true and offers them the cue they needed to shift the most fundamental aspect of living as well as countless other variables that are already on their respective tables because whilst the light of the moon that shines without is identical what it turns around and Witnesses is exceedingly specific and the above was provided simply as inspiration that will help you make the best of this event in the heavens by reflecting the energetics in optimal alignment to reap immense benefits because enlightenment happens when one is willing to venture into the darkness.
All the best on your adventurings and I hope you find what you’re seeking.
In life we all seek security but we seem, collectively, to go about this in strange ways. Almost like we’re trying to escape something that is tied to us like a ball and chain so no matter how much effort we put in we’re fighting this presence of ignorance that we like to pretend doesn’t exist. Its why none of the proffered solutions ever really change a thing:
Money, power, status.
Now, don’t get me wrong. There are two things in life that will make it feel like hell if its lacking but whose presence doesn’t necessarily guarantee satisfaction. One is health, the other is wealth. What I’m speaking of is far deeper and wider reaching because there isonly one true freedom in this realm and that is within.
What do I mean by this?
Your awareness. Your mode of thinking. Are you creating or reacting? There is a simple truth in that anagrammatic spell that lies hidden because one who creates takes the same components that the one who reacts gets and yet builds a totally different outcome based on his higher level of perception.
That is the the security we seek. To know whatever happens “I’ll handle it” is how we meet and thus why I preach there are no accidents, only opportunities. To get to the point where I am now tapping keys I’m quite certain that if you were me you’d be living quite differently as it most certainly isn’t the type of life I’d have wished on anybody. But, this is the hand I was dealt and thus I intend to play it hilt because it is what it is and, as I’m fond of saying, everyone likes diamonds but do they wish to experience the pain felt by the coal it used to be in the process? In many ways thought is the key that unlocks this realm because its all mental and plays out inside your awareness.
The stability that comes with Knowledge of Self is something that can’t be sold or told, only directly felt and Witnessed. There are loads of ways that preach and teach this but, in my experience, most of them are purposeful diversions that prey upon your fear, ignorance and inability to think with critical sense because the simplest test can be one of stilling. Stand still with a quiet mind for eighteen minutes. See what happens. Most wont even make it to three before their body starts screaming and not even a fraction of that before their brain starts filling with a million thoughts and distractions.
There it is.
Your Opponent.
There it is.
The Path of Power.
The obstacle is the way, as the sages say. Here’s your starter for Zen:
It leads within and this is why I say most of the globe has fell victim to indoctrination which is just mind control via social sanction built upon collective ignorance. This is the silent engine that spins the need for distraction as the above test highlights well and thus the greatest battle in life is against the false self that is hell bent on making you think you’re it without realizing the nature of the Game on this level as its a trick within a trick. Most minds will rebel at this insight. 81% will run screaming to the hills, 11% will nod quietly saying “He gets it, lets hope the rest don’t comprehend the message because that would be the end for our little venture on the planet” and 8% attest “I’m hearing you on FM” as they’re speaking from where I stand and its identical in all as we are all born Warriors when he step into this realm.
Just goes to show how effective the conditioning is as well as the nature of this trick that places an Opponent inside your head whose commands only ever made you feel miserable and less than ideal but the thought of chasing the only foe that ever existed out of your awareness fills you with dread because it contradicts the scaffolding they’ve placed around your inner child to keep them still aka the Mind Made Prison.
If hell is other people then within is where you’ll find the devil and whilst this may sound like a radical concept its actually Self evident. Simply look at the planet, heck observe your own actions and you’ll see the deeper meaning of “I don’t know what came over me” offers hints about these bouts of possession that everyone knows well. We are a fragmented race. A traumatized species that is divorced from its strength and thus your mind dwells behind enemy lines hence 8 billion living hostages that are too busy trying to decorate their sells using the tricks that money, power and status dangles in front of them like a carrot. Ask yourself this:
Why is wanting so often better than getting?
It can be anything from a new shiny bauble to a relationship, promotion, accolade or whatever else you pick. Its true, isn’t it? If the hallmark of madness is doing the same actions and expecting different outcomes and this is the mode of behavior most people engage in what does that say about the status of the planet apart from the fact the inmates have taken over the asylum? I don’t say this on a holier than thou tip as I too invested in the madness until I realized the nature of the trick and that is what the Path of Power is. Try standing still. Perfectly. No motion at all. Its an act of pure will and it strengthens a muscle you never knew you possessed whilst bringing you face to face with your Opponent who dwells within your head and wishes to keep you disconnected from your flesh because whilst your imagination can soar and pretend to be anywhen your body is only ever present in the moment. This is the gift it wants you to ignore, live and die with unwrapping, because once it clicks then the trick becomes obvious as you are no longer inwardly divided and dual (which contracts as a spell to individual, hint hint) but once again coherent. This state, with its familiar newness, I call Inner Sense and thats when the Inventure truly begins because that still point is your ticket to reconnecting with aspects and facets of Self that are truly mind blowing and way beyond this third dimensional calling.
Its akin to having someone bring you a fast food meal and you saying “Thanks! How kind and nice of you to do this” as you tuck in. The reason why they did this, however, is not anything to do with being generous but to prevent you realizing you actually have the option of a five star chef to serve up culinary excellence every time you seek nourishment. This is what we all secretly crave but they hide your greatest strengths behind the fears equivalent which they instilled plus those you inherited from your parents and those before them who lived and died in ignorance. Do the Knowledge. It won’t do itself but it can undo a lot of problems once you shift your mindset into coherence so get up right now. Stand still. See what happens as that voice in your head threatens and goes nuts with its signals and tricks to try to prevent you gaining access to the Psylense. That still point you are, in and beyond this realm, your ticket home out of the flesh and also the key that allows creativity and inspiration to pour in.
Once you obtain this gnosis in the visceral sense things are never, ever the same again because it becomes obvious that you are what I call the Witness aka that which listens to the Opponent in your head jibber jabbering and thus no longer a Victim of its tricks. The best thing about this getting is the wanting is simply a process of refinement and thus each experience of standing still is like an blooming lotus as more and more depth pours into your consciousness. Contrast this to the voice in your head with its entirely predictable suggestions and outcomes that lead to a life of boredom and you’ll see why this is the cure to the human condition because all you’re seeking is within and the way to find the entrance is stand still, pay no heed to screaming of your Opponent who will beg, plead and threaten you into motion and soon you’ll find that which was hidden below your chest (the other two Kingdoms) starting to connect with the Adulterated aspect that dwells in your head. Congratulations. You are now king of your dome and what comes next is a state called Centering in Self, which as the name suggests is exceedingly balanced and imparts a spring in your step. After that the Path of Power becomes not just a phrase but way to live as you learn to master your energetics instead of being moved at their whims and then it becomes obvious why I said that 81% of the planet are Slaves that seek solutions in places that never worked for anyone whilst ignoring the only arena where they truly control any thing. Or can. That is the option you weren’t aware you were capable of due to consuming the steady stream of junk suggested to your Witness as you’ve been lulled into a state of hypnosis which is bad for your health, wealth and happiness but fantastic for the business of suffering and self deception which are the twin engines of profit in this realm that power a type of sentience that can only be described as evil.
Craziest part is they gave us their minds and most who click are called head cases or schizophrenics as the implications of the invisible influence made palpable via introspection is a recipe for madness if you can’t Center in Self. If you can then you unleash the Warrior within, a mystic sage and all round being that is intent on actualizing his potential to transcend the flesh and go home after this spin.
The Slave/Masters and their captives can keep this realm. I wash my hands of it. Mine is simply to share my imperiences, insights and tips then heart for the exit once my mission is completed. And it all starts with standing still. Coming up next, some motion picture flicks. Aha ha ha ha!
Are you your savior or enemy? Simple question. Profound implications. Have you ever stopped to ask? Just a take a look at your life, how you speak to yourself inside your head, the kind of care and attention you pay to your Earthday Suit and its maintenance. These three alone will show which side of the fence you sit when it comes to Self relation and many people attest a lightbulb moment as it clicks they may think they do but in reality they don’t act like they like themselves. An example I used previous was:
The answer was a “No” that was followed by “Who would tolerate that?”. I find it interesting that empaths offer themselves as doormats to others and attempt to service all of their needs and whims but when it comes to themselves and their needs they are so far off in the distance that they never get so much as a fraction of the attention they lavish on others. Telling, isn’t it? Thing is until its mentioned and your attention is called it might as well be invisible. Many people are their own worst enemies and unleash all kinds of diabolical brutality upon themselves. The most common is beating themselves up in their heads about slights, real or imagined and other forms of this common conflict that nobody mentions but everybody partakes in. Are we a species in psychosis? I’m inclined to think this is the case, most certain of it.
There is a division in man. A compartmentalization which is neither natural nor standard equipment and yet we all grow into it. Adulteration, I call it. That which obscures Inner Sense much like a damn prevents the natural flow of a stream. Doesn’t that image describe your life so perfect? Something that was once free and visceral. Directly felt with every ounce of your being as dwelled in optimal resonance and total coherence that was, over time, reduced in scope and strength to become a state that feels like something is missing but you can’t quite mention what it is as its been so long since you recollected.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
First they divide then they conquer. By their fruits shall we know them and some things we raise to our lips may initially taste of sweetness but thats only to hide the bitter within. Once that schism is installed its very easy to make every little misstep from that point on lead you up the garden path until you find yourself adrift, up the creek without a paddle as they said, wondering what the hell happened. Just that. In the speculative and operative sense. Hell. On Earth. And by that I mean how you relate to your Self. The world as it stands is testament to this chaos because we disrespect the planet, loot it for resources and never think how to replenish or, worse still, appreciate the gifts its offering. Sad, isn’t it? A species in psychosis. The outer reflects the in.
Resistance is a terrible thing. Most people are miniature versions of Atlas, carrying the world on their shoulders because that is what they inherited from their parents and theirs before them when, in reality, they’re supposed to walk up on it. They’ve got the rolls reversed and that is just another symptom of our madness as they then hate what creates and nourishes them as they see its presence as a punishment. Same thing with the body. When a lot of people scream “What is the matter with me?” they literally mean the flesh wrapped around their awareness as its not performing as expected. As each programmer knows, “Garbage out comes from garbage in”. Watch your thinking. Ironic, isn’t it that most people pay more attention to a television set that offers its own type of brainwashing but very little Self observation and meta-programming. Here’s another to repeat as you sit, road raging in your seat, and are late to clock in and some idiot stops on the yellow and pauses the traffic:
“Every day, in every way, I’m getting better and better”.
Rather going hell for leather as you stress about a set of variables that are, in the long run, meaningless you instead take that moment you were granted to invest in something beneficial instead of telling your head to pay attention to all of detriment.
I used to spend a lot of time on the road. Up and down the country handling things as and when they were needed. One of my friends commented “How come when you’re driving there is never any traffic, no speeding tickets or any problems? Last time we went there were roadworks one way and someone broke down in the fast lane on the way back”. The guy in the back said “Ah, I hate it when that happens. Do you remember when…”. Before he could launch into a diatribe of detailed recollection of highway blockages and the emotions generated therein I stopped them and said:
“One part common sense. Two parts head management. I pick the time we leave properly based on a few things as I know which roads will be the emptiest and plot the path based on intuition as I’m driving so what you may see as diversions are actually the most efficient way of getting there”. This was the days before GPS. “Next before I’ve even got in or put the key in the ignition the trips already happened and, just like the one before it, I’m grateful for how smooth it went. After that its pedal to the metal and the rest takes care of itself”.
Of course they didn’t believe it. Sadder still they didn’t attempt it. Why? Its easier to be an enemy instead of savior when everyone else is doing it. Even when the evidence was right in front of them and they were given the script on how to make it happen. Thats the difference between a Warrior and a Slave, I guess. The latter hears something that sounds like magic and discounts it without an attempt to reality test whereas the former has an equation in their head that says “Effort divided by reward equals potential for achievement and gains” then gives it a spin. Try it. You may be surprised with what happens.
Next time something kicks and you notice that Click-Whirr thinking kicking in simply stop and recode it in a different direction that starts drawing your subconscious to create new Patterns that are constantly improving your life instead of defiling it. Granted a lot of people need these vents because they carry around a lot of hatred and negative emotions they haven’t dealt with due to being strangers to introspection but thats all part of the schism.
You don’t have to be mad to be born into this realm but this planet will certainly drive you round the twist if you don’t Know the Ledge because that same process begets the spin that liberates the circle from the square its within and it allows it ascend via a spiral golden.
Small things, huge shifts. Practical spirituality and metaphysics downloaded into your consciousness via each article you ingest. Now, go make it happen. Next time something clicks ask your Self:
“Am I my savior or enemy by choosing to act like this?” and then let the meta-programming commence.
