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Lets pretend that win is the only option etched inside your cerebellum as you parabolically transcend the surly influence of this realm with its squared watermelons, par excellence, who trudge, from one life to the next, along the treadmill most schlep without ever stopping to question:

“Hold on a second. There once was a time when “Win” was the only option etched inside my chest. What happened?“.

That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul tangent, isn’t it? Note how we shifted from heart to head, back when? This was a (false) self protective mech and the reason for parenthesis is twofold as A) they did the most damage to your inner realms by desecrating your Inner Sense and B) the construction you became to tame the pain the engulfs your Spirit with its flames will never, ever admit that its an impostor at the helm of your consciousness as to do this one would have to embrace the memories they rejected which caused the splintering as you moved from truly feeling and being present in the moment to living in your head via a red and blue shift. Thats on Crip, Blood.

Imagine if you could only win. After a while tears would be wept as there would be no challenges left. Then you’d shake your fist to the heavens and yell “You non maniac! Ping me to Hell because I’m too good at this“. Cue a shift in which rich criminals run everything and suddenly the treadmill makes way more sense, yes? Now if you can, on this stage, reactivate that Win state then that would be something, yes? They won’t like this. Not one bit and they’ll know you’re coming for them and will take this as a threat to their dominance ergo some sweat shall form pon brows that pace in ivory towers of indolence built upon the blood, sweat, tears and adrenochrome they harvest from the plebs as the elect who were selected by… You, dummy! Remember, it was too easy to win with no challenge so you needed someone to play the bad guy in order to allow you to Thunk you’re weak and helpless as that hints the ultimate win is transcending the story in your head as you aren’t it any more than the voice which talks, inces, as you’re the one who is listening. Eternal. Unchanging. Unruffle its feathers, Limbic, and the kerfuffle, R Complex and trill as the PFC onlines again and you grin as to why the Pharaoh wore a birds wings around his head and snake as well for they all exist within. Thats the true facts of evolution and the truth is we devolved from perfection to gain awareness of ignorance which, for a god wearing flesh, is the best a man can get. Wild, isn’t it?

A man needs to be fed so he gets a job and then buys an apple which he eats and digests. That is low res. Somehow, he upgrades his paradigm and considers taking the seeds then planting and nourishing. For a while, nothing happens. Most would give in but he doesn’t relent. Then, all of a sudden, they bear fruit. This is an increased percep. He places a sign which says:

“Take as much as you wish and if you want to leave something as a token of appreciation then that is cool as well but if you can’t then I simply request you plant and nourish what is left after you’ve digested your fill. Thanks”.

That was the OS we all possessed when “All I do is win” was standard equip. We lived in abundance and were willing to die to protect anothers existence. Nowadays its the opposite as everywhere from fingers, twittering, to AK Forty Seven shells, offlining, we’re ready to kill to defend… What, exactly? Why, the (false) self, my friend. A group of people know this and profit from its presence hence they may just be the ones that kill the prophets, dead, then freeze their vibes in text before setting the adepts against the next which is why every single religion has factions within that believe ninety nine percent, identical, but are ready to split heads over the difference. Ha! “You maniac!” said the Psylense to the noiZ as he believed its dominance until he lost his mind, conditioned, and came back to her senses, present, as heart based conscious which said with lips that don’t exist to ears that always listen:

“Without you, nothing exists“.

The only sane response?

“All I do is win!”.

Obviously, this is the uncut gem after its been chipped and polished to remove the earthbound filth of ignorance ergo the nascent steps in gaining this gnosis is classed as psychosis instead at which point they fill said denizen of this floating insane asylum with enough pills to make them rattle but which are, in the end, as ineffective as magic beans. But, imagine we planted them instead? And by that I mean some Jack meets beanstalk action in the sense that if one stops and ponders exactly how and why the placebo effect kicks and why red gel ovals for pain relief are seen as way more effective than simple white rounds containing the same thing one starts to comprehend that symbols don’t have definitions but ecosystems and that opens up a whole nother res as its akin to taking the seeds others expel and using seeming death of the form to reveal the function, eternal, which is to give to the next for its the true definition of abundance.

Imagine if you could only win but not in times of radiant bliss when everyone else was all high res, present and correct, but in the midst of the trenches as the voice in your head thunders:

“Its us against them. Its us against them! Kill the infidels before they do unto us some unspeakable wickedness. Fear not though for the good book says the divine rides with us and, just in case, we’ve got some depleted uranium shells to drop on their babies, developing. That’ll show em who runs this bish, now git!”.

Except this narrative unfolds within, drip fed, as you sit in a cold sweat that you suppress beneath the skin as you huddle in a cubicle as a square watermelon, par excellence. If I were to strip away the bones, flesh and rest do you know what would be left? An information field of energetics that produces a specific resonance of wavelength with a coherent pulsation that is unique in its presence. You are this, my friend. Not John of House Smith or any other BS. Heck, even the “All I do is win” playa is an impingement of this Prime state but, unlike thee, he Knows it with the capitalization present. As time goes the glow dims but every child steps in with Inner Sense at the helm and its presence overflows so much that they expand beyond the crib with their field of influence until they’re packaged off to the local camp of concentration and trained to sit still, look ahead and do well on the test by regurgitating answers, unquestioned.

That is how you create a floating insane asylum, you maniacs. But, remember, you’re doing it to your Self as there are no powers that be unless you let them. Think of the old bully paradigm or, better yet, peruse this street parable:

Round the way there were more than a few crazies. Some of them were ex forces, others just tapped in the head due to the lives they’d lived on the pavement and never managed to process. Then we had the career criminals who made a killing from kicking rear ends for dividends. I knew both sides and noticed the Venn diagram intersection very rarely happened as the altercation simply wasn’t worth the hassle for he who picks on those who won’t fight back or, if they will, actually have mental levels of tolerance for what is expected and thus will not froth at the mouth as they hallucinate you’re the incarnation of the Devil himself and they’re on a divine mission of exorcism that involves placing their holy ice pick directly into your cranium. This may sound like a stretch but you really don’t know the half of it, my friend. Now, there are also levels to this because the crazies would scream and beef among themselves with a similar order that pecks for one yelled:

“Stop scaring my pigeons” (which didn’t exist) as the other retorted:

“Why? What are you going to do about it?” he said as he pointed at his pet Dinictis that needed to be fed.

We, in many ways, hallucinate a collective fealty that is just as illusory but you can’t see a reality tunnel from within (until you do the Knowledge) so when I’d glide on the scene and ask the fellas what kicks they’d air their grievances as we sat on the park bench and I requested they ask their imagination what the story presented by seeing not the scene, external, but feeling the feels within instead. The first attested his mind provided an image of back when in which he felt the presence of his mother, predatory, hanging around him like she was just waiting for him to slip so she could start devouring his developing consciousness. The other mentioned a memory, long dimmed, in which he felt an immense sense of accomplishment at proudly crapping himself so he wouldn’t be bundled off to school on a Sunday and have his weekly dose of fire and brimstone hammered into his head as the priest reminded him he was a decrepit cretin that was born in sin and in need of redemption. As they sat, introspect, their respective external hallucinations dimmed as something more important rose from within that had been previously screaming for attention. What I found fascinating was how one drew the other, like a magnet, and how it was all interlinked for mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children but what do you do if she takes no mess and her mere presence makes you crap yourself as that is the only form of protest you have left? Are you seeing the underlying beauty behind the madness in the sense that they are the ones with the greatest potential to perceive clearly?

When the one with the ice pick, later on, was questioned about its presence after it fell out of his pocket he said:

“Its a holy lance, specially venerated, designed to protect. I carry it everywhen in case its needed for an exorcism” as his lips developed a slight excess of spittle at the corners due to the depot injections they’d slammed in his rear end, earlier on in the AM, on top of the medication that I’d noticed had his fingers pinrolling as it decimated the dopamine receptors in his head due to the decades of their own brand of care and attention…

“And how do you know when you’ll need it?”.

“That is for Him to decide. I simply await the signs for it is my calling to protect the lamb, innocent“.

The question is this, what if he were born into an identical household with the same genetics but atheist? Lets say if Sunday school were switched to a private tutor for algebra instead? Granted, it doesn’t have the same weight for the only numbers that hold immense interest are printed on papers they sell at debt but you get my drift, yes? What if the other mother wasn’t a single parent that lived, vicarious, through her son who she both adored and detested as she generated states of intense stress for him by positively reinforcing the traits she saw in herself whilst dissuading and outright terrifying should he do anything that reminded her of the man that provided half of his genetic heritage and then was gone with the wind after leaving her adrift in order to get between her legs as he was a cunning linguist who gathered no moss as he rolled across the country for his finesse was selling dreams by the dozen as evidenced by his seed, fiercely creative and sensitive, whose innate traits became hallucinations instead as a way of externalizing what he daren’t feel within. Well, that is until I said:

“Imagine we lived in Flatland and were all paper thin, yeah? Now, lets pretend someone passes a ball through the plane. What happens?”. He said, in an instant:

“You’d see a series of concentric circles that shrank and expanded as it progressed before it vanished”.

“Exactly, exactly this. How many would draw then link and intuit an extra frame of reference beyond what they comprehend in a way that made sense? What if we try an imperiment then in which you take that golden eagle that was trying to peck in your head before you came to see me and next time it appears you grab the paper and ink and trap it within the page and see what happens next?”.

He was with it and thus filled pads and scrolls with his scribbles as a way of engaging his perpetually anxious left hemisphere triggered by the mercurial whims of the right, creative, in order to generate psychoemotional homeostasis which, in a twist most ironic, is exactly the same thing as hid in the Bible texts about Jesus sitting in the midst of two thieves ergo the ice was broken as hard men with reps on the pavement kept a leery distance from the dude dragging around a piece of string tied to absolutely nothing as he took his pet Dinictis for a walk and was talking, animated, to his friend, the bird man of Alcatraz, about how the pen is mightier than the pick when it comes to fighting demons, invisible…

Till we meet again

There is the objective and subjective realm. Many may see one but only some can feel the shadows depth. To me it seems there is, trapped within, pain and dread of things that may or may not have been. Adding insult to injury are countless devilish schemes to divide and conquer what remains under various forms of tyranny. On top of this a civil war rages with each side being held in the grip of dictators who say exactly how it is as they fight, wrestle and grip for temporal control of your earthbound spaceship which in itself is stuck in a realm where the Souls can’t dwell by taking limited signals in which are then edited to fit in and show them what they expect as they jettison the rest. Unrealized potential, in full effect.

Taking it back a few steps there are events I couldn’t bear, shame I couldn’t feel and wounds that never healed that weep gently within various aspects of my embodiment. Sometimes they limit motion, ranges, angles and such things. Others are aches and pains that can seem never ending or fleeting. My mood dips and rises by the most obtuse whims of this influence whilst in states of diffuse meditation as there are days when its all gone to hell and the Devil stands there with a grin and I can do naught but laugh because I’m so detached from the life I used to pretend to live. The West would call this psychosis with a hint of de-realization thrown in whilst the East, correct, states the opposite that its transcendence in full effect for one has overcome the illusionary self and all its programming. “Two birds, sitting in the same tree” said the text, ancient, wisely…

Long, long ago parts of me were disconnected. I still feel their absence even though I haven’t accessed them since then. Its strange how you can miss that which you never experienced in the truest sense, yet and still, that is exactly how it is. Merciless thieves broke into my temple and helped themselves to the best, desecrated what was left and daubed their own message along with countless threats across what once was a splendor of innocence. Defiled, tainted, abused. These words described my tale well and each step I took in the flesh is akin to a living hell where there are those parts of me know that fine well what kicks and remember precisely what happened whilst the limited facet says “Not yet, you can keep handling it as you did because we’ve got more interesting things to think and distract you with“. Like I said, civil war. One they cannot win because whoever kills the other dead loses themselves as well. In the midst of this I sit, a ruined king on a broken throne with his empire torn to shreds. A man out of time, on another vibe in this, his last spin in this realm.

Take these gifts I share with abundance for my cup overfloweth and is filled from beyond this false creation that sells all the money thats fit to print to plebs, well adjusted, to such immense social sickness that they mistake wisdom for ignorance whilst, simultaneously, doing the flip thanks to the mental gymnastics they accept to make sense of wearing flesh as they tread on a planet that floats in the abyss whilst chasing a fireball into the distance as the base of their existence.

Each breath feels like death designed to prolong the stress which extends so well and covers, thin, every inch and crevice of my awareness with its noxious influence. Yes, the past is always present. In that sense it never left even if in the interim you picked up a pen and write the wrongs as you see them because one who is driven by vengeance is more than willing to sacrifice himself to take the rest with him. Gladly with a grin as we dive into the abyss because then the hurt and suffering would at least make some sense and hopefully this prevents anyone else from having to witness the trials I’ve survived and thrive within. You can’t afford to tell lies when the truth shines bright inside because to do so would be to besmirch that which survived throughout all they tried to dim my light, prevent my rise and deny my right to speak my mind without fear or reprise. Such is the deal when you come strapped with the wish to go against the System that equips so many of the embodied with a Mind Made Prison which places them in a life of discomfort to which they’re wholly ignorant and have no wish to think different because that which they once possess was disconnected. What I’ve said from the jump is no different for anyone living this realm at the present moment because even though some may think the descriptions are intense and they’ve lived nothing like this you’d be surprised what you find once you dig past the screen of memories of events that never really happened as you recollect nor the anguish so hidden, all usually before the age of ten, that defines the rest of your existence.

Rage against the dying of the light isn’t even something that enters their mind as they instead flick the switch. Such is the electric plight in which, all by design, styled to be seductive, people trade more for less and never question why the equation doesn’t balance in their best interests. And yet for them its better than letting the truth sink in as then they’d have to reclaim their depths. This is abyss with which I dwell and from where I’m sending you this message because I’m sure within there is the same in you my friend. The only difference is I don’t pretend nor hide one bit. Instead I chase my demons when they appear screaming at the top of my head because I won’t let my fear be used against me as a weapon any more. I have too much respect for the inner child that bore Witness to the events that fragmented my consciousness and sent me scrambling as my tortured and broken flesh was assaulted in an attempt to murder my Spirit before I’d even made a dent or considered making a chip in the edifice of modern living. Thats on Crip, Blood…

Guess thats the thing with these interdimensional beings as they know the deal when it comes a seed which could grow to a tree and shake their very story to its roots and thus they poison it, attack it every chance they get and purposefully malnourish it. All under the guise of care give when in reality they couldn’t care less and take all they’d get and then come back demanding interest. The depths of wickedness in this realm is something I know full well. They joys and pleasurable things are mysteries in many respects so what the common man knows well to be is foreign and alien. The land within which I dwell is just as odd for him as he lacks the bearing, insight and frame of reference but I reassure they are connected in ways more than six as the nature of this dimension is to make a killing, in every sense anywhen.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

To some, reading, it may scream “That man is depressed. He must be off his meds!” when the truth is something else as it is them, the 81%, who (in the words of Krishnamurti) are so well adjusted to mass social sickness that to question the paradigm means ones mental health is not correct. Can you see how slick your Opponent is and why I’ve said you’re being fed upon a predator of consciousness? Once you learn to divine the fine line between the unconditioned mind and the limits it learned to accept, back when, then there are but two choices:

Madness or enlightenment.

Jung knew this well hence his Red Book attempt as did PKD with his Exegesis and its thanks to them I came to comprehend that enlightenment is a solo sport as second hand gnosis is as much use as a man on an island of lesbians. Its like trying to describe a dream to someone else as it shows, real well, how words are indeed spells and rites as they lack the emotional depth of symbols and their innate ecosystems which brings us back, full circle, to the whole objective/subjective thing aka the microscope and telescope effect.

And yet, like Mr Anderson, I choose to persist for if I hadn’t checked the notes left by those who too stepped to create the Path by walking who knows if I’d have made it to this point in my adventure in the flesh where I came to comprehend the matter with Spirit does hide your greatest strengths beneath intense dreads hence the shadows depth offers illumination for those who dare traverse these inner states that the West denies exist but, ironically, pimps relentless via their use of signs and symbols which always put the Three on the Four but thats another topic, eh? Speaking of which, if you can decode the glyph above presented and what it is truly saying you may just Know the Ledge as I share to inspire others to take their own steps and neither follow nor believe anything I’ve said for these are simply my meanderings in a quest for meaning and liberation.

Comprehend, my friend, that one must die in the flesh in order to transcend the tricks of death as your mind doesn’t shift at the moment of disconnection so its best to build what survives destruction as this is the vessel of emancipation that is feather light as well for this realm is sealed, Hermetic, to keep the ignorance within… In an ironic twist, should you choose to Know the Ledge, you can reverse this sketch whilst living but it means the Hero’s Quest is in full effect as you delve into the shadows depth and all that was hid from the first time you rose, petrified, in bed and were certain that an invisible menace was staring only to have your embodied sensations and intuition waylaid by parents who shooed you away as they proclaimed:

“Its all in your head. Go back to bed”.

Who knew that “They Live” was a documentary, eh? I guess thats why I said there is what you watch and what it says for the most amazing thing about Hollywoods spells is how they scratch an itch whilst avoiding it and not going beyond the surface depth hence you’ll come back, again and again, which is always good for business. The thing is, with a Warriors intent, one can use the very tools of suppression and manipulation as vehicles for gnosis and enlightenment so the question is:

Are you Max? Or Vincent?

Till we meet again

You have two lives. The second begins the moment you realize there is but one because from then on you can choose, if you so wish, to flip the script and unlearn all the BS that was poured into your head that made you accept what you get, which is far less than you’re worth. Ask your Self now:

“When I’m riding in the hearse to become intimate with the earth will I sit back and think I lived a life of worth?“

Worth is something you can define yourself. I can’t tell you this, you’ve got to look within own realm and it takes an immense degree of honesty because your mind plays tricks and convinces you weakness is strength and so much other foolishness. Consider the thoughts of children before they are tainted by the System. You cannot tell them they can’t achieve what they desire or wish because the silence speaks loudly from them and they know there is nothing they can’t do or accomplish. Flash forward a bit and you’ll find them as teens, already a decade into getting beaten to their knees as they crawl around in this world trying to fit in with the rest of the mental midgets who know not what they lost in exchange for what they think they gained as a way to play this Game in which they trade their potential for security and Fiat money rules the day.

You know fine well what you came here to be so why not be real for a moment and stop the self deceit and the rest of the trickery? Cheers. You don’t have to tell me. Just be honest with your Self but the thing is we’re living in times in truth is detested and daily new illusions spring asking, no telling, actually commanding you to believe in what is said otherwise you’re worse than Hitler himself. Everyone dies. Not everyone lives. Stuffing your face with potato chips as you binge watch another box set and then trek into work to play office politics is in no way shape or form what any kid before the age of ten would ever dream of allowing themselves to accept and yet you did. You did and that process should hit at the murder of the Self Slaves religiously engage in. All due to the System and its programming.

Why? Why do you put up with this? The crappy job, idiotic boss and moronic friends. I’m not saying you’re better than them but the simple fact is you wouldn’t be reading this message if there wasn’t something inside you that needs you hear what you’ve muted in yourself due to years of conditioning as well as the immense noise in your head that took the place of the silence and distorted its message. In case you’re wondering why I keep referring to this state its because that is what is. Its the key to all of this and anything I say about it as a bad translation because it destroys the message due to being mangled by language but if I offer you the pointers so you imperience it yourself? Well that is something else but you have to want it. You have to want with a depth and intensity that verges on craziness because your friends, family and the rest will go out of their way to dissuade you from flipping the script and actually starting to live instead of subsisting. Not because they care about you or think you’ve flipped your lid. No their reasons are far more selfish because if you do this and they continue crawling along on their knees what does that say about their reality?

No one can accept that they are weak and victims of institutionalized trickery born of spiritual wickedness placed highly because the implications are too much and people simply don’t want to see this and thus prefer the comfort of ignorance. Self development is a lonely process. No ifs, ands or buts about it because not everyone is cut out to be this intense and most prefer the false narratives that play in their head about life, death and all thats in between. All you’ve got to do is ask them as simple question then glance at their dish as the answer races to their lips and notice how quick they swallow it:

“If everything you think you know about life is actually genuine and correct then your life wouldn’t be a mess, yes?“

Hoo! Watch their mask glitch as eyeballs flit and brows furrow due to how what you’ve said threatens all they invest in as “The Way It Is” when in reality it is no such thing. Some, however, are fully in the grips of apathy thanks to the depleted neurotransmitters their always on lives bring and they know, on some level, they are simply filling in days till death with as many distractions as they can get because they have neither the energy, intent or desire to change as thing because it sounds like too much effort. They’ll answer quickly “Yeah but what are you going to do?” because they’ve already cast themselves in role of eternal victims as long, long ago the fight was beaten out of them… Not me though.

Some of us never stopped rebelling, with good cause as well because living like a Slave is akin to being in Hell as your flesh constricts to limit and torture your awareness as you stroll around this plane, oblivious to the pain that defines your frame as you feel nothing below the head. Total disconnection from the flesh and with it an abdication of the present moment as they run after this distraction then the next. Another set of Victims. From these kind its always best to disconnect, temporary or permanent, because you become who you’re around and only 8% of the world is cut out to be a Warrior and stand by himself. Finding them is akin to coming upon a ready supply of Unobtanium and that is really what beats in the chest of the willhelpme project as the message I send will allow the real ones to connect and develop their strength because there are no strangers or enemies from the Warriors lens – Only teachers and that is why its said:

Most people are already dead. They are simply waiting for the flesh to catch up and be laid to rest as they live surface level lives and are totally unaware of themselves and the rest. Look around you. They’re everywhere and I pity them and the repetitive scripts they live that keep them spinning between one and twelve with a constant reset that offers the illusion of progress when the only thing that changes is the date on the calendar and the size of their waistline. They, of course, will go out of their way to deny that that is the way it is because they’ll point at so many external things that say they’re a big boy who did well but their inner realm is totally absent. Noise. Silence. The difference is immense and once you’ve tasted it for yourself its akin to clicking you’re a frog in a kitchen thats been sitting in a pot of warm water and they’ve been steadily cooking you to serve as a fresh dish when your standard equip means you could jump at any moment.

See? Thats the trick. No one put a gun to your head (yet) or a consciousness modulating chip in your flesh (yet) as the current coercion of the System is as subtle as it nefarious because from a young age you’re told to accept being powerless and define yourself by external things. This in itself is a fools errand that kills your Spirit from within because you fall victim to abstractions and symbols in lieu of the real thing. Stop and think its like someone saying “Would you like a burrito, friend?” and then offering you an image whilst beaming “Tuck in!”. You’d think it was ridiculous, yes? “I can’t eat this. Its a picture of a dish. Not the real thing” and yet right now in your head you’re doing the same thing as you’re pimped by the devilish language known as English and so many other things designed to lure you in to a position akin to kneeling at the feet of midgets, just like your parents did and theirs before them. A long string of losers is what made you who you are at this moment and without doing a thing you too will pass on this most pernicious inheritance to your kids and they’ll do it all again because the System relies on your ignorance, lack of will and distorted inner realm to not make the links that have been placed right in front of your dish since you came here to experience the living hell known as the Game of Souls on this level. Taking it back to the top:

You have two lives. The second starts when you realize the first will end because from then on all bets are off and you’ll play your chips how you wish as you see the table is crooked. The fix is in and the Game is rigged, my friend, so why not try something else? The Path of Power is calling. Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again

Can you imagine, just for a second, you live in Town A and, often, travel to Town B. This next place is a home away from home and you know it well as its all part of your zone. Lets say you die in B and visit the place they call C. What happens next? For most this sketch sticks them back in the flesh in the place they were born so they can do it all again. What they never stopped to examine or comprehend was that B is to C like A links to Z ergo there are a whole load of destinations on this trip but only one is final… What do I mean by this? Simple:

For there to even be an alphabet means there has to be a space in which to erect or etch those glyph to which you attach meaning, yes? In that respect it is akin to the weary traveler stopping to think “Hold on a second. All of my life I’ve went from A to B. Why don’t we see whats missing instead?“. And they did. Then discovered a whole alphabet that was so far beyond the ken of their family and friends that they were a tad weirded out and tried to “talk some sense into em“. These are the dangers of deprogramming, my friend, but its also a hint that you can’t unawaken because lets say, in his head, this Warrior goes from A to M and sits there, humming, the only sound you make with closed lips then dies, comes back again and looks around then says “Hmm, interesting”. Off rip he will rebel against the System and what it presents as its designed to etch binary thinking into his consciousness. This may be demonstrated, real well, by trying to balance a chair on two legs when class is in sesh as gets that subtle point in the mid represents a hint about the unfinite made flesh. From that point on its all out because a part of him clicks, if not fully recollects, that there is more, much more, to this bish hence your mind doesn’t change when you die. What do I mean by this? Simple:

We are programmed to respect things like elders, parents and religion but, in the end, that only makes you subservient and, in effect, a lesser version of them. That is akin to the first person meeting death and thinking someone will swoop in with wings and lace him with cosmic intelligence of the step beyond what he’s seeing. Won’t happen. The Gnostics clicked this and were killed for their efforts to spread this wisdom hence why so much of what Jesus said was edited from the record and flipped into a meek and mild image when, in reality, he was akin to Neo in the Matrix as he dodged shells, emptied clips and put a whipping on his foes that has them yelping to this day. Paul, the traitorous triple agent, is to blame for this but moreso than this legend its the ones who accept and propagate it without stopping to check the credits and credentials as well. In other words, “Know ye not ye are gods?” is the A to Z mindset that alpha and omegas this bish by comprehending it all plays out inside your consciousness and without this magical resonance this place simply does not exist. How do you like them apples, Siri?

This is why I said that man cannot create a worm but invents gods by the dozen instead, gives them a symbol as a point of ref, invests emotions therein and forgets the OG sketch and yells, instead, “Death to the infidels!“. Thats straight up A-B thinking, in full effect. Someone who takes the next step in the flesh would stop and examine their bundle of ignorance and if it worked to create a life that felt even half way decent without a load of delusional coping mechs. Granted, for many this is a bridge too far over a tumultuous seabed ergo Doing the Knowledge is akin to becoming a heretic infidel. It takes a lot of strength to even attempt to delve into these waters which are neither still nor calming but once you get to the eye of maelstrom then you see with clear vision that comprehends that your mind doesn’t change when you die much like a load of steam that did condense then was flash frozen sentience which grips to the form it was given and forgets its true resonance. In that respect you could say this is a lower vibration that pays homage to a higher state and thus does not see what is commonplace between that it seeks without and what truly dwells within. Stop and percolate on this for a sec and see what kicks as its not a diss to religion but actually a respectful homage for this is the reason you get “We are closer to thee than the vein in your neck”. What else can that ref but pure consciousness, my friend? Doesn’t that make a load of sense? Look at “naked and happy in the garden” before being ejected as your unfinite awareness sans the skin that it wears to interact with this realm and, whilst, you’re there, could you ponder for a bit if your phone and wifi tech may just be that old antichrist they promised, back when, delivering on its promise to enSlave your children? Siri = iris when flipped for a reason. Do the Knowledge and then the missing link of why the apple is already bit starts ringing all types of bells that yell “Ding, dong. The (false) self is dead”. But, it won’t give in without a flex of its muscles called fear and dread for it can only exist in this realm and thus is heavily invested in you coming back again to do what it says via that voice in your head… Marinate overnight for best results then serve with a chill.

Listen, you cannot, fundamentally, respect anyone or thing more than your Self because this the thing that makes all possible in this realm and any other you can imagine. This is why one, sitting in A, can travel to C as there is a still place in the mid I’ve termed the Vertical Axis. Schizos know it well as they, haphazardly, bounce along it and that is akin to having your record deck playing a stack of vinyl between which the need flips ergo the melody becomes chaos instead of a soothing rhythm which is what the Shaman generates instead. The reason you don’t know this, in the West, is due to the witchhunts and such things which took what was once common knowledge and criminalized it quick. Let me give you an example:

I watched a documentary once in which some baby monkeys were capering, in the trees. One fell and hit the deck and let out a tiny yelp. His mother came to assist and yelled out directions to her kids who scampered into the jungle and bought back some leaves, berries and bark as well. She set to chewing this, super quick, and spitting it into a poultice which she fixed to her kid then held them close as well. The peeps, filming, went and collected samples and found it contained an analgesic and herb that promoted healing. Isn’t that amazing? That is what you lost, thanks to the Inquisition, as it was your ancestral wisdom and inheritance they traded for something else. A philosopher once said that man worships a thing he cannot see but destroys that which proves its existence, abundantly, and I couldn’t help but think how correct this is. Why? Because they A to B and never stop to see the deal and are thus pinned to wheel which begets another spin. Buddha lived his lyrics which is why they tried to Truman him by selling a false illusion which almost pulled him in before he stopped and did comprehend the nature of this trick which led to him floating from A to Z whilst resting under the shade of a tree which is not far switched from how the masses are bewitched by the modern Hollywood spell, eh?

Your mind doesn’t change when you die which means if you were ignorant of the depth in the flesh and never stopped to up your res then you’ll get what you expect as a one way ticket back to the flesh to run the treadmill. It makes me laugh when I see people get worked up, quite furiously, about which diet is truly spiritual and other such ridiculous things as they never seem to click that we eat death to live as a poignant reminder that this realm constantly recycles the same energetics even down to the water that you drink. You think thats air you’re breathing, my friend? Good, because it is ergo our relationship with the trees is a lifelong thing as they take what we expel and then turn it into something else. Makes you wonder why nobody ever studied photosynthesis to create a water powered engine yet? Or, maybe they did and accidentally drove off a cliff. Whoopsie!

Listen, the forces at the helm may actually be super benevolent and all I’ve said hence could simply be testament to my ignorance. I am more than willing to accept this perspect for all I possess is a strong opinion, loosely held. Try telling this to anyone who is a strict A to B man and thinks C is best left in the hands of someone beyond his station and watch them yell and rebel as they call you an infidel. Read that link for the testament of the rebel mystic of Islam as it lays the sketch, real well. This is what I mean about your mind remaining as this life is, in effect, training for the final altercation and thus if you haven’t leveled up in the flesh by defeating the demons you inherited then its a one punch knockout, straight back into the flesh, as you gain a fresh baby brain and do it all again. Is that their fault our yours? Better yet, read this text for a hint about the test and how things are not what they present but also obvious. If you Know the Ledge and have your Soul in ascent for it is unfinite and knows exactly what I said and meant but those types don’t need a hint as they, by themselves, will awaken the Warrior within. Its the 81% who are beyond saving ergo let the dead bury the rest who are just like them and labor under the illusion of something they term “Being human”. What is that, exactly? Believing you’re John of House Smith who likes that and this but detests X, Y and Z? Have you ever actually trekked to those far distant lands of the alphabet and seen if Formosa is actually filled with seductive maidens and such things in a state of idyllic bliss awaiting a man, so perfect? What if it is? Or isn’t? It could actually be packed with hungry cannibals who can’t wait to toast your flesh as a gratefully accepted burnt offering or they may just be like you and me and tell fanciful tales of how the people in lands A to B walk on their hands and defecate from their mouths… Check your local comments section for evidence.

Till we meet again

My life isn’t like yours and yours isn’t like mine. Not one bit. I feel like I’m some strange kind of experiment and that has me wondering:

Who set me this challenge and why?

What is their intent? Is it just for glitz and giggles or is there some elegance beyond the seeming madness which hides the key to reality in pieces that I’ve got to then travel through the depths of my awareness to stitch into a coherent narrative as one bit leads to the next and I constantly up my res? Can you see why I call it enforced enlightenment, my friend? Its complicated. More complicated than most can think as one must go to a place beyond words where you encounter the raw, transformative forces which dwell in mans depths and we all inherited to wear the flesh. Many live and die in blissful ignorance of what kicks in the murky end of consciousness. Me? I was born there.

Who set me this challenge and why?

If I’m a god wearing flesh (as I attest) then it must be me, in the end. This is actually a very empowering and rather accurate way of looking at things which I believe marks the key difference between one off the tracks who flips their lid and becomes a schizophrenic and the other who comprehends things are not happening to but because of them. Its hard to get paranoid when your internal OS says:

“Hmm, so why, exactly, did my Higher Self place me in his situation, with these variables and events? Whats the tell? What reminds me of something else? How can I flip these bits into a coherent arrangement? Let see, will what worked back when help or do I need to develop new strengths?”. Compare this to the others rumination:

“They are out to get me. They’re all in on it. That is why it lines up so perfect. That symbol is speaking, but I am illiterate. My fear and dread are manifest as things I see in this realm and I can no longer tell where inner starts and outer ends”.

This is why I’ve said that a dictionary contains every book that could be but its the skill of arrangement which spells true artistry…

To some the concept of a Higher Self may make no sense or seem like metaphysical navel gazing and such things but that resonance does shift, often, super quick, whenever I’ve said:

“Imagine this version of you is a character in a Game that the real you is playing. The approximation is, by nature of the code, connected in to the whole and believes the little bit of forced perspect it clicks is the whole thing when, in reality, it is no such thing but can be used as a tool for liberation. That is the relation between being in and not of, my friend”.

Even the most staunch materialist stops to think and when you sprinkle on the dream version equivalent and how it seems real and solid till one shifts their consciousness I have never met a hold out yet. The best thing is this generates a state of mental liberty to start viewing differently which often leads to the Win or Learn mindset as well as the “You are a puzzle on you can solve” perspect in which life is no longer seen as a challenge but challenging which makes such a difference, psychospiritually. Something within simply cannot resist the “Bet you can’t…” flex this brings as it awakens a part of us that is original, pristine and unfinite. I call it Inner Sense. If you look at a childs years, developing, most of the stress felt by its parents are due to their seeds near constant attempts to hurt themselves. They, of course, don’t see it as this as they’re aware they’re gods wearing flesh and thus immortal. The rest must be conditioned in. Its like the little boy who sticks a key in a socket then gets electrocuted before being swatted away and sits there, sizzling. Something in his mind says “Wow, that was intense”. Many will learn their lesson but a few will need to do the exact same thing again just in case the first result wasn’t totally accurate. You can call them hard headed or simpletons but they may edit the remix and lick a nine volt battery or bridge the bit that sparks the cooker to feel the hit. It is a process of refinement. A way of thumbing your nose at the fear and overriding the cues and clues of the developing nervous system.

In many ways most in this realm stand as perfect testament to the inherited ignorance of their entire lineage. Read that back again and recollect the mind is akin to Velcro for bad thing and has a Teflon coating for wins as the former ensure survival and the latter don’t mean a thing when face to face with something threatening. The problem is the nature of the world has shifted but we, in our element, are still closer to Flintstones than Jetsons. And yet, we all wish to fly. Such is the paradox of man since we first looked in the skies and thought:

“How do they do this? If only I had wings…“.

Some soared on those built by imagination and when the world called them imbecile and said it would never happen, they persist. Why? Because they choose to and they follow the lead of the same thing that said something interesting could kick from mixing key and socket. Which it did. Which it did. Its what comes next that presents the test though as many would listen to the threats and admonishment of never doing that again and the rest and place a whole load on the verboten list whilst others, more curious, would say:

“Sure, those two specific variables shall never blend but I noticed there was a blue spark, off rip, and I’ve seen the same thing on the cooker so what if I made a probe and then flicked that switch as it turns on and off, real quick?”.

I strongly suspect the above is the most natural reaction to times of threat and challenge. Its the Velcro doing its thing but finding there is a coating of Teflon as well hence strong opinions, loosely held. Could it be the reason I’ve lived all of this was to develop this level of insight to help those who never even stopped to reality test? I suspect it is as there have been too many events where people to whom I’ve talking have wandered out of their walled garden of ignorance then said something, for them, that was totally out of character which is swiftly clicked as they raise a hand to lips or try to remain really still as I watch their facial muscles stiffen as they suddenly stop breathing. There are a few tells but they usually fall on either end of this spectrum. Why does this kick? I suspect its the same reality distortion effect that stopped schizos and madmen from hallucinating in my presence as well as the reason why dudes known for cracking heads revealed their true inner Self in conversation as well as so many women who’ve said:

“I can’t believe I told you this!” often followed by “You know, you’re really easy to talk to. About anything”. The best, and most perceptive said:

“Its simple, you are so out there on a limb, all singing and dancing that no matter what I do or say it pales in comparison to your flat out weirdness and thus I came to guess there are no true limits beyond the ones I accept”.

They say the best facilitators have been beyond the ken of the average in terms of Self development. This was the model used by the Shaman and something that is missing from all modern training in terms of inner realms. Its why I’ve said these “specialists” are often more broken than their clients as they’re trying to make sense of a smaller pic in order to avoid their own inner realms and you can, quite literally, apply this to everything hence why comedians have often lived lives that are quite tragic and yet they make you grin. Its the reason why the quiet nerdy girl is a straight up wild thing in bed whilst the BBL augmented, doing it big for the clicks image chick offers a curios mix between overacting and starfish ie about as genuine as her true depth, based on what she lives. The formers surface can appear calm and staid but that is because she’s playing another Game and that requires a type of grit that, once again, this world is missing but some have as standard equipment. This is why I’ve said everything is mental and I mean that in both terms of the spell as one who Knows the Ledge perceives a realm quite different from the res and its quite fascinating to point something out and watch their reactions as some click, others reject and a few come back with their own perspect that makes you think. It takes all kinds, eh?

Who set me this challenge and why?

One thing I can say, with complete certainty, is there is a level upon which we are all totally unique. I can say, with equal clarity, that this natural scene has been repeatedly concreted over with the many layers of the (false) self so if someone turns up and starts chipping away at this countenance they find themselves yelping. Even though its fakeness. Take a look at this and tell how the brain is a machine made for reality creation:

Fascinating, yes? Your mind knows its a fib but your eyes just keep buying in, even if there is an invisible disconnect hence its a Game of three halves, my friend. The uptight, tuned in to grammatic correction doth yelp:

“Thats a third, you imbecile!” as they tick the “This man is an idiot” box in their head as one of the 81%. Some would stop to question:

“Why on Earth did he say such a strange thing? What could be the deeper meaning?”. I pointed at the moon. A few thought, to them, I was showing the finger which they took as insulting. One grinned. She said:

“I see, so the luminary overhead presents two faces from full to nothingness but, behind this performance, is a chunk equal and opposite that remains constant and is mostly unchecked. Interesting!”.

See how “three halves” is most accurate, my friend? What you know you know built the life you live. What you know you don’t is where most of the rest dwells and that is, realistically, just as useless as the world is a mess, either way. Its what you don’t know you don’t know that can cause the shifts and its from here I push the pen as I was born and raised in this environment ergo it truly feels like this is my last life in this realm as its only thing that makes sense as none of what I’ve said was prompted by external teachings but it sprang, fully formed, within. Hence why creativity isn’t something you can buy or sell as it descends then ascends your consciousness. Have you ever had a download in the sense where you get a flash of inspiration that takes a moment to pop in but could take a lifetime to comprehend? PKD did. He wrote a whole exegesis about it and still couldn’t model it. I think he visited the same place I’m living and that is the shadows depth.

Who set me this challenge and why?

Obviously I did, in some aspect of Self and is that to ensure enlightenment in one life clicks? Methinks it did but the strangest thing is I don’t really feel that different, in the grand scheme of things, beyond Knowing, for certain, that I don’t know a thing. There go those strong opinions, loosely held! See, we create maps of the world that may or may not be accurate. They were, invariably, laid down in a childs ink with big crayon lines and barely coherent text. Each one of them is saturated in emotion and labels which we based on the presence of the one who says how it is. Then we turn the page to the next and pretend it never happened but the limits have been set. Very very few implement that process of refinement in terms of turning the shock of a lifetime into the planned extraction of the sparking element when the stove gets binned then delighting with a grin as they examine what makes it kick before taking apart their toys and wondering:

“Am I just like this, within, or something different? Is food my battery or is it breathing, drinking or affection?” as they get a swift beating for seemingly desecrating the gifts they were given. Once again, crayon inks splashing on the canvas due to threats. That doesn’t mean one relents. Oh no. He simply stopped cracking open the shell using brute force to peer within and went to the tool shed instead to use a screwdriver which led to the nascent steps of upping your res and thus some would attest that being a habitual linestepper is within whilst, for others, its testament of an indomitable will and the power of Spirit to drop hints that one is way more than the flesh…

Who set me this challenge and why?

I think we’ve just discovered the answer, yes? The question for you, my friend, is identical so let me ask it:

Who set you this challenge and why?

Till we meet again

The difference between a superior and inferior man can be expressed and checked with a simple test:

Do you, on average, cultivate the highest aspects of your Self that are attuned with actualizing your true potential or do you merely give in to the simple whims of immediate gratification as well as going along with the rest and doing what is expected? This shifts the real from the phony, super quick, as you Know, in an instant, where you sit on this spectrum. They say, externally, you can seem anything you wish but, internally, you always comprehend the depth of the sketch – even if you suppress it quick. Many people rail against the concept as they bleat “We’re all equal!” like happy little sheep that get fleeced, on the reg, by the wolf dressed as shepherd that walks among them…

Now, I’m not saying one should become some sort of monk and totally disconnect from the pleasures of the flesh as they live a life, ascetic. No, on the flip, the superior man actually enjoys a much finer state of bliss that is imperienced at a far greater resonance than he who skims the surface and has never, ever tapped his depths. You can call this the difference between coping mechs and unconditional Self acceptance, if you wish, because the former engages via means of compulsion fueled by ignorance whereas the latter indulges his whims to no more than 81%. Thats Knowing the Ledge, my friend. What I mean by this is one is aware of their limit and thus savors the morsels presented versus mindlessly shoveling knowing there is more to get as they go back for seconds. Consider it like fasting. If you have ever spent an extended period without food the moment you break this thing and taste the most basic nourishment you could get you’ll exclaim “This is amazing!” as you find your Self chewing slower than ever before, appreciating the texture and nourishment with an immense sense of gratitude that, in the modern world, is totally absent. Spinning it up another notch, if the superior and inferior were both to cook a dish using the same elements, recipe and skills but the only difference was their mindset, which one do you think would taste best? Can you state why you said this? Stop for a moment and contemplate before we progress.

That is correct. The superior man would be entirely focused on what presents and not have one eye on a screen as he watched that or this, nor would he be distracted or standing around impatient. That means not he would sit and watch a pot boil, no sir. Instead he’d fry and stir with his whole hearted attention and, at the end, whoever ate this simple offering would exclaim “This is delicious! Whats your secret to making it taste so amazing?”. You can prove this, real well, for your Self by taking something you like to cook and remove all distractions from end to end. You’ll note you prep the elements, perfect, with all the excess trimmed and optimal slices as well. The temperature will be clement as will the time spent frying spices before you mix the rest in and it will be removed from the heat and allowed to sit for a bit so the flavors mingle before being plated to perfection as those around dive in with grins on their lips and satisfaction in the mid as you are nourishing not just the physical but spiritual as well. That is the essence of a man of superior resonance as he comprehends he is not the flesh he is wearing in this gross, indelicate age but something more gossamer that all can, if they choose, awaken. Once this clicks there is no dozing again and even if you don’t complete the great work in one spin I’ll bet the next time you wear flesh you’ll be quicker to shift from the inferior mindset they sell and program in to the denizens. It could be something as simple as what was shared in this text where another detects the resonance or you may be a difficult jit that simply does not acquiesce as you feel your way is correct. Whatever it is, there is no unawakening, my friend. That is the greatest gift of the superior mindset and it may be, for you, hidden at present for that is a great test as the genuinely inferior will rage and yell when presented with this concept whereas he who is capable of awakening the Warrior within will stop, contemplate, and note the resonance. Why is this difference? Simple:

The inferior man is fully in the grip of the (false) self. From one life to the next and thus he lives and dies a life of ignorance. The superior element has, at some point, clicked, they are not that which speaks but the one who listens in silence. Some go all out on development of this focus. Others dabble, here and there, but its always an option. You may find those who were quite advanced in one life do manifest in families of the worst circumstance in this age. This is a fascinating topic I’ve seen the world amply demonstrate and the reasons for such things appear to have a few points of resonance. See if any of these sound familiar:

A shattered family tree at which time did an axe swing. This tribe has immense potential but, for some reason, they were constantly cheated, swindled or met with early deaths. This leads to addiction, dysfunction and a generally chipped shoulder mindset of “Us against them” which the nascent Warrior may reject or accept. Often you learn to become accustomed to such a way of things until it clicks that none of that old stuff worked and thus you dare to think different. In said sketch your own kin will be your greatest opponents which links in super well with the example of Jesus for his own domestic script ruffled more than a few feathers as did the whims of Guru Nanak and Buddha who rejected a kingdom to become a mendicant instead. Now, I’m not saying all live this type of script. Just showing an example for the birth can be humble or noble but its quality of the character which manifests that makes on superior or inferior for its your thoughts, deeds and actions that bring the definition. In that respects we are all perfectly equipped to win and shift coals of ignorance to diamonds of wisdom but the problem is the pain this brings which, quite often, makes one curl into the fetal position as it feels like life is offering a kicking that never seems to end. That is part of the Game, my friend. See, the rest of the levels are so picture perfect and filled with bliss that even if you were shown the direct path to the exit you’d choose to stay plugged in. Read this example of a time yet to happen then contemplate this one as well and tell me that if someone said “You’re in a simulation” would you give a single F? No, you wouldn’t as you’d be having too much fun in a superior resonance. Genuine or inauthentic, it makes no difference as man is a machine of desire creation but its easer to disconnect from the counterfeit, once you Know the Ledge.

That is why this stage exists and we have some pretty strange forces at the helm who are hell bent on destruction and the desecration of Inner Sense. To them, they are superior, and if we’re being frank, its a beyond good and evil thing once you’re Centered in Self but you can only get to this still point by examining the rest and this brings us back to the current crooked deal in the flesh. Where thieves are kings and criminals dressed in purple are championed by a world enthralled with image and buys what they’re selling… In these times the superior man is seen as an imbecile and, who knows, the masses may be correct or they could have their head up their collective assess hence the epidemic in back pain, yes? “Don’t worry, we have some pills for this” says the bought and paid for Doctors who sell symptom management at best and never, ever address the root cause which is why its no surprise that all schizos say the same thing (that something unknown is tampering with their awareness) but no “scientist” ever spotted the link or formulated a hypothesis to test why this is. Why? Because they’re trained to be inferior and if you want your standing, tenure and funding you best follow the party line and repeat what the rest said, or else. This is implicit in the decades they’ve spent sitting still, looking ahead and regurgitating anothers views for the test as this type of rigidity is the hallmark of the inferior mindset and its opposite is demonstrated well by the superior element who can contemplate what contradicts his mindset and if there is merit in this his way of thinking shifts for his views are merely strong opinions, loosely held. Compare and contrast that with the rivers that run red with the blood of infidels as each side is convinced they’re correct and you’ll see why some could think I hold religion in disdain.

The truth is it can be a beautiful thing but that gnosis is usually reserved for the esoteric element. See the adventures of the Rebel Mystic of Islam and how they did him and then compare this across the spectrum as we have those who know, real well, how to bake a cake but have never attempted to do such as thing as they worship crumbs instead versus those who may not, yet, be as skilled but can whip up a pretty tasty biscuit of higher consciousness. This is the difference between belief and gnosis, the inferior and superior, “I was told” and “I Know”, in the end. Its an across the board thing and, from my lens, its a great way of spotting if something is authentic as it reps coherence in this land of illusion which spins around a central truth, unchanging, unmoving, that I call the Prime, the pre-existing and its our true point of origin and final destination as well. To bring things to a nice conclusion:

The inferior is mindless, all about rote repetition and does what Simon Says, be that from the voice in his head or a religious text as well as whims of someone else. They are usually miserable but won’t admit this to anyone, even themselves, but the masks do slip and you get a glimpse but if you point it out they’ll yell and state “You, you’re the problem because you make me feel like this!”. Which really is quite idiotic, isn’t it? I mean, he who makes you mad is your master, yes? On the flip the superior element comprehends one simple truth via the power of gnosis. That they are the only Soul in this realm and thus have never met a stranger for they project interactions based on internal resonance which means an atom should not be trusted and, just like this, they spark the capability to awaken and that this, my friend, is what makes them superior as it goes across the board in the sense that one who tells a small fib about X will, often, be quite deceptive about other elements as well that, to them, are as invisible as water to a fish but the attuned listener spots the shifts and thus moves in accordance which may cause a sense of distance since spiritual development will kill false relationships, dead, for there are rules and levels to this of which the superior/inferior thing is but a small aspect I’ve penned for your consideration or rejection as one should not accept a thing without reality testing so do the Knowledge, my friend.

Till we meet again