The truth of addiction is its just a symptom of a deeper affliction as there are wounds deep within that weep tears we can’t see but most certainly feel. To escape these and the pain they bring people will do the most illogical, self destructive things for a glimpse of remedy to keep their sanity and just make it through the day, only to do it all again until there is nothing left to give.
Its easy to judge from outside looking in but those who know of where I speak comprehend what is said due to the nature of resonance that dwells within their chest cavity and the desire to break free from a misery that you carry around privately. Society as a whole will not speak about this because its the dirty little secret that makes the tills ring and thus whats good for business never gets a solution, only symptom management. Sure they may play with the stem, say they invented some covers for the thorns or new pills you can take if you’re allergic to the pollen the flowers bring but they’ll never pull it out via the root because true healing is bad for business and then the next question is:
Who placed the seeds? What was the formative event?Why does this keep happening again and again, generation after generation?
The comedian is an alchemist in that sense because he uses what drags him down to uplift the rest because he can spit raw facts in jest that amuse the surface whilst soothing that which dwells within as the pain thinks “At last, someone else who gets and pays me some attention”. For a small slice of time when we laugh we can forget the injuries we’ve sustained in this realm. Narcotics allow us to prolong this state at greater costs as does the net and such contraptions. Ask most people to sit quietly in a room with no distractions by themselves for minutes over ten and they’d lose their minds real quick. What does that tell you about how much they actually like themselves?
At the end of the day, however, all you have is you and your Self which is why I prefer to chase the pain and befriend what is in no way shape or form an enemy because that, that is what picked you up and carried you couldn’t move your legs but still had to press. To turn your back on and hate this valuable ally is a form of murdering yourself that so many blindly engage in because, by and large, people do not speak on these topics because, once again:
Pain and suffering is what makes the wheels of life spin.
The aim is to find the meaning then use that to transcend. Much like the principle of coals turning to diamonds when faced with pressure that won’t relent so if you’re going through hell, keep going. Until we heal ourselves we will keep polluting the main example for the kids who are birthed into this realm as they mimic their parents and thus end up just like them only to do it all again. How long shall we choose to engage in this? Until big business says “Hey, I’ve got a solution” and mentions the topics about which I’m speaking? Don’t hold your breath. They have a vested interest in maintaining the status quo, just as it is and besides, you’ll be long microchipped and hybridized into NuMen (aka Techno Sapiens) as the wave of consciousness steps from Carbon to Silicon because that is where the race is heading. The current spate of fascination with screens is paving the road nicely to the day man becomes machine and the Game shifts to a different type of decree in which ones and zeros do their thing and people no longer have the option of disconnection as they are perpetually logged in.
What? You think things like this have your best interests at heart? You are a Slave, my friend. A product that generates many revenue streams out of ignorance and thus they are simply protecting their investment because once money dies you’ll comprehend data is the new coin of the realm. Bet you look at your “Loyalty Card” a bit different once you realize the implications of what I’ve said. Whats in it for them? All hail the algorithm!
I spent all yesterday on the net. Can you believe this? From the moment I rose, before a drink had touched my lips or a brush the teeth within all the way through till the dark knight said “I think its time for bed”. Crazy, isn’t it? It was an absolutely beautiful day outside. The heatwave was in full effect and me, what was I doing? Staring at a screen, tapping keys, watching my life go click, click, click as I engaged in repetitive behaviors designed to elicit a dopamine hit. Junkies by another name who line up for a digital fix. Are you one of them? I know I was, once upon a when. Every now and then however, old habits kick in.
Its like that old wisdom that says “There is no such thing as an ex anything. They are simply waiting for a chance to relapse again“. So true, so true. You ask anyone who smoked, sniffed, danced with a syringe, popped pills, had sex with anything and everything that was remotely wet and accepting and then claims to be saved and resurrected. They still miss it like crazy. The engine may no longer rev to the red but best believe it still ticks within and the moment something comes up that they can’t handle, then vroom! Gone with the wind, off on another binge.
You and me, we’re just like this, you know? Oh sure, people don’t think net addiction is a real thing and most would baulk at the concept of being compared to a dope fiend but you and I know whats going on. Not long ago you could buy brown and yay off the shelf in your standard day to day. Doctors are modern dealers and their scores proliferate as they decimate the lives of those they ostensibly claim to be helping when in reality its no such thing. Thats a deeper topic for another investigation because right now we’re talking about the digital syringe that the screen represents and how it elicits the happy happy, joy joy feelings from your brain in exactly the same way as any of the aforementioned. This is your Limbic System:
It sits in the middle of your head and handles a great many things like the generation of emotion, memory, learning, various types of executive function and, oh look – what is this – addiction as well. Interesting blend of things, yes? It also is responsible for smell which is why an old sniff can make you time travel in an instant as you remember things and events you couldn’t even attempt to recollect without the push and shove certain aromas bring in recruiting various interconnected nuclei to do their thing. This also hints at the process within via which every single event, no matter how small or big, is meticulously recorded which in turns makes one think of the “Be Kind, Rewind” effect everyone reports from near death as their life flashes behind their eyelids. The implications of this have been remotely touched upon before and will be gently caressed again as we progress in our adventurings. For now back on topic:
There are three brains within, actually five as your stomach and chest are filled with glial cells that do their own kind of processing hence “I’ve got a gut a feeling” or “My heart tells me to do this”. Language offers hints, live and direct about the nature of man and the Three Kingdoms within that are patiently awaiting the return of the king to push the usurper off the throne as you reclaim your inner plane and that really is all the Path of Power is. A modality, a series of tools, ways of thinking and being that are designed to assist you navigating your inner realm because I’d be willing to bet you know plenty about everyone else and external events but absolutely nothing about your own inner realm. Now, back to the brain – which we will cover in far greater depth on another day but for now lets concentrate on the mid level phase and how it generates addictive tendencies that keep you stuck to a screen like a digital dopefiend:
Imagine its like an office which handles loads of calls and signals so the operator patches that and this in order to best direct the impulses as it sits in the mid between a far larger and busier floors which is filled to the brim with people who deal solely with survival and keeping the flesh animated and entwined with Spirit in this realm and just up the steps is the penthouse within which live the artsy fartsy creatives who take the excess and refine it into various forms of expression, introspection and the communication this brings. All of this is happening, right now, in your head. You are, in effect, the supreme being of your deal, or in the case of most Slaves, a tyrant slash absentee landlord. As you’re bound to see once you release and free your awareness from the shackles of the Mind Made Prison it currently dwells within there is more, far more to this than has ever been spoken for oh such a long time on this planet. Ignorance of your Self is how and why we got into this mess and it can be painful to realize that all you think you know about what you truly don’t is a lie. There isn’t a polite way to say that you’ve spent your life investing in an illusion but there are some simple questions you can ask yourself and see what answers rises from within:
Is your life working out as you intended? Do you feel a sense of contentment within knowing you are actualizing the best of your potential and living in a state of abundance replete with free flowing creativity and the ability to uplift peeps just with your presence and natural being? Are you happy, just as you is, with no plaques, trophies, achievements or shiny things that you point at and claim “I am this”?
I’d be willing to bet the answers for most if not all across the board on these three were the opposite of yes. There it is. Thats all you’ve got to lose. Your mind, in a sense, because its built up by conditioning and repetition designed to engender a disconnect from your inner realm and this is what the The Three Kingdoms represent as there is great power within your flesh, simply awaiting the ascent of your awareness out of the pit of ignorance aka Valley of the Plebs within which you currently dwell. Mildly uncomfortable, not quite totally miserable and in dire need of distraction from this. Hence addiction to the net.
Its beautiful, isn’t it? They first created the problem. Awaited your reaction then offered the solution. Where I’m from the process is known by a different term. It’s called a protection racket and it goes like this:
Man opens a bar. Its his first time business and he wishes to sell drinks, socializing and merriment to those whom he calls patrons. Across the road there is a man with bad intentions and an evil glint who sends his friends from out of town in with some beer tokens and instructs them to start drinking then start fights which end by smashing the place up. The man with the bar sits and frets as he looks at the mess wondering how to fix this because the troublemakers vanished before the police responded and most of his regular clients are now a little wary due to what happened. Next Friday, same thing. A few days later, another beating. Then on a Thursday night as he’s standing behind the bar he feels the energy shift. It had been a great day so far, people happily drinking and business was booming.
In walks a man who must be at least six foot ten. To say he was big would be an understatement. And yet he seems so affable with a ready grin and everyone seems to know him as he hands out countless handshakes and offers to buy drinks. They start talking and the man says he’s in the security business and noticed the bar had just opened, how the guy who ran it previously was a close friend and wishes him the best of luck whilst leaving him a business card should he wish to call him.
Not long after a new bunch of delinquents roll in and start increasing the tension and handing out random acts of violence and just before it all kicks off again our hero steps in, hands out a few digs and sends the ruffians scampering. What follows next is an intricate plan to extract in a plausibly voluntary sense a percentage of his profits as a sort of tax to run his business without any worry or stress. Should he pay then all goes well because everyone in the manor knows who stands behind that symbol on the door and what trouble it brings as his name rings bells and his deeds are that of legend.
Now, from our lofty perspective the jig is up as its all so self evident. “You’d have to be stupid to fall for this” most sane people would think. The thing is you’ve fell for the same trick, the oldest in the book and still working perfectly eight out of ten times with no question, as that is what was used, in a sense, to trick you into living the life you live.
What does that have to do with your Limbic System? Good question. The R Complex tucked beneath knows this, your own traumatic experience that smashed up your internal realm as you evacuated your Kingdom in order to protect your Self. Like an elephant it never forgets and also vows to suppress and avoid discussing this event and anything like it ever again so whenever a signal clicks from it upstairs to the place that processes memory, emotion and addiction. Well, it should be obvious what happens. Distraction, diversion, denial. Anything that works to take your mind off of this and that is where the big bad giant known as the internet steps in.
Each time you get a like, each time you set off on a research quest to discover something, each time you’re stimulated by sounds or an image you get a dopamine hit which is the same thing cocaine pimps. Exactly the same process except its a click not a sniff and the effects are not as intense. Because the highs aren’t as high you can’t OD in that sense and thus can, like I did, spend an entire day doing nothing but distracting yourself in fruitless pursuits that generally signal the turmoil in your inner realm you’re doing your best to pretend isn’t happening. Now, stop and think about what I said.
There are parts of you, elements at play at this very moment, that know more than you think. Things that are hidden from your regular awareness that still wield immense influence and often make you act in ways that aren’t in your best interests. I know my inner realm in ways far more intimate than the rest and yet and still got sucked in to an extended click and scroll session but I pulled myself out of the pit to type and share my experience in the hope that it shines light in your darkness because I’d be willing to bet you do the same thing.
See, in the Global Plantation the corporate thugs who run this Game are no different to the gangster I mentioned as they exist to extract and specialize in tricks. Theatricality and deception are their bread and butter. Thing is I’m gluten and lactose intolerant so I don’t digest that BS because I don’t allow it to trespass upon my inner realm. You too have this option. Thing is you’ve got to realize you’ve been tricked and that you’re currently being pimped as the thing you think is your mind isn’t your friend but is actually an Agent that works for them and was designed to suppress your potential by usurping your rightful place in the Kingdom thanks to a skilful and elegant deceit thats been perpetrated since back when man dipped to mankind and we started writing.
Think back to the three questionsI asked you to ask yourself:
Is your life working out as you intended? Do you feel a sense of contentment within knowing you are actualizing the best of your potential and living in a state of abundance replete with free flowing creativity and the ability to uplift peeps just with your presence and natural being? Are you happy, just as you is, with no plaques, trophies, achievements or shiny things that you point at and claim “I am this”?
You know who answers yes to all three with an overflowing sense of glee, energy and happiness that is so contagious you can’t help but grin in their presence?
Children.
Now maybe the piece about adults actually being adulterated clicks as I’ve mentioned this previously at length. Its like someone took a supply of milk and gradually added water in until its rich thickness wears thin and whilst it may be fluid its no longer what was intended. That is your life, at this present moment. Don’t worry there are billions like this in the Valley of Plebs where Slaves dwell never questioning the narrative that plays in their head or who pushed the pen to write the script they live that often makes them miserable but rarely allows them a chance to feel anything like the completion they once did when they first stepped into this realm.
Now, most of them will live and die like this. As will their children because Slaves beget Slaves by passing on the mind virus to their children and this is enforced, encouraged and mandated by the thing I call the System. The System is all around you and yet it renders itself invisible because its blatantly in front of your face, like the Emperor undressed, but you’ve been instructed to see something else. Its all mind control, my friend. Be ye as little children. Not for nothing was that said. To come to your senses you must be willing to lose your mind because that is the false design you are attempting to live and its intended to be unfulfilling as its covertly draining you from within. Remember the protection racket and its example? Same thing. Someone else gets rich from your effort as you pay to remove the stress they themselves actually inflict. Sick and twisted genius, hats off to them, those hosts of spiritual wickedness.
Now Slaves will go to their grave, denying with great vehemence the truth of what I’ve said because of its implications about them. No one likes to admit they’ve been tricked or that they’re stupid and invested in illusions designed to exploit them but the litmus test is the three questions I asked you previous. The Warriors are more honest and willing to tread into the darkness of their inner realm in the only quest that matters:
Get free or thrive trying. There really is no other way to live. So start now, question everything. Just like you did as a kid when “Why?” was the first thought that came to mind and then lips as you flip turned concepts around and looked at them from every single angle inside your imagination. Contrast that to the fixed perspective they’ll then be forced to acquire as they live and think of that now poor barman who exists purely to pay the dividends his Master of coercion demands to prevent the threat of violence being levelled upon him and his premises and you’ll start to form a clearer image that the only fear that exists is fear itself as well as the nature of the trick that was designed to leverage and instil an exploitative process that lies at non feeling heart of these people.
Slaves will run for the hills, screaming “Get thee behind me Satan, I wish to hear not of your wickedness” as they remain totally ignorant that the one who taught their virtue is the same who enslaved their children and them. The Warrior on the flip thinks “OK, this is interesting. I wonder where he’s going with this because I’ve often suspected something is very, very wrong on this planet and no one says or does a thing about it”.
Well, now is the chance. You are the one you’ve been waiting for all along. The power resides in the only place it can in this realm and thats within. I will help you access it, the Path of Power is this gift. Class is in session.
There once was a bird that was tied with a chain. It could fly where it wished, from past to future as its binds possessed great length and when they were first placed on she fought with all her strength. What once was the embodiment of freedom was now forced to live within limits and initially she went and pecked with great vengeance and furious anger at the source of her discontent which was the peg that attached the chain which was fastened around her leg. After a while she gave up because it seemed useless, the obstacle simply wouldn’t shift so she tried something different instead and flew with all her might only to find herself snapped back to the present with a sore ankle.
Nursing her health she sits close to the object which prevents her natural expression of Self, falls into a deep state of depression and laments “I was given these gifts and yet someone conspires to limit their expression. Qui bono? Who benefits?” she wonders as she gradually edges away from the peg and starts daydreaming about days of freedom in which she spreads her wings and pushes it to the limit, filled with the thrill of existence as she flits from one adventure to the next. “The whole world is my home, wherever I go there I met myself in essence, present and correct”.
The sadness within is now filled to the brim and we, on the outside, notice the bird no longer flies but just sits thanks to the chain around its leg. The truth of reality would loosen her grip on the tiny slice of sanity she has left and thus survival mechanisms kick in and she imagines future journeys of places she’d like to see and thus wiles away her existence of misery thinking about who she’d like to be as she nurtures the sacred flame that feeds the fires of her dreams. If you could project into these landscapes and communicate telepathically she’d deny fervently that she wasn’t free. “Look, I’m flying high. Happy as can be! Why would you say such foul things to me?” “But you’re not, not at all. How can I show thee? Look why not open your eyes and look at the reality I see of a sad little bird with a chain tied underneath” “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!” she’d screech because there is, buried deep beneath the layers of self deceit a part of her that knows this is the real deal as it fuelled her trips in the land of imagination instead to offset the misery of being grounded when all she wanted was to spread her wings.
In such a situation how could you convince this poor wretched creature to witness the veracity of your statement and grasp the true nature of her predicament? Lets say you came up and removed the chain from her leg it wouldn’t mean a thing until she opened her eyes and left the illusions in the her head to once again feel the sensation of freedom as intended. Thing is she’d got so comfortable in this rut she once hated with a vengeance as she built a home made of ignorance to keep her safe from realizing what happened.
Ask yourself, what would you do? You by now must have a clue of how the bird would feel inside and due to the lies it tells itself that freedom now feels like a threat because to admit it was missing would be tantamount to killing the limited concept she built to hide the true nature of what happened and that is even more painful than reliving it again. “All those years wasted, whats the point?” she may think as she shifts to the land of freedom and those strains of depression buried within burst to the surface and threaten to drag her down again.
Coping mechanisms and belief systems are a strange thing because they use limited information to do what they think is best and ensure something approximating mental health is available for the one who finds themselves in a bind like this. To them anyone attempting to tear down their scaffolding is seen as a threat as they identify with it, the tale they tell themselves in their head to make up for the lack of freedom due to the chain placed around their neck. The outsider, no matter how well intentioned, will be misinterpreted as his actions are filtered through her stunted awareness that was only birthed to protect what remained of herself after falling victim to anothers whim.
We, as observers, can see the man who wishes to help does so from pure intent and places a lot of effort into this by stepping into her realm and asking her to open her eyes, see the present moment and notice that he’s removed the chain that was placed back when and she is, in effect, free a bird to do what she does best. He offers her the solution she has been craving and yet, from her perspective, it seems like a pill laced with bitterness as she also projects the initial anger and resentment she felt at the one who chained her leg onto him as he, once again, threatens the bliss that she built and initially felt. We see clearly how it was initially real them switched to false, all in her head, as she was anywhere but the present moment and thus even though she’d been set free that aspect of reality was out of bounds her to achieve purely due to her self limiting beliefs and story she tells herself in her head about those events way back when she tries hard to forget. Sure there is a nagging emptiness in her chest, a sensation that it shouldn’t be like this but a dream of flight will do when you can’t have the real thing. See the hard part of a dream, or nightmare even, is when you’re caught in it its entirely real and feasible. Its only when you rise from the depths and regain your awareness of the present moment that it shifts and you see the illusion for what it is but our sad little dove exists in a perpetual state of somnolence. Technically further from living and closer to death when it comes to her potential and how much is expressed. No wonder she retreated to safety when faced with such a predicament.
The saddest thing about this tale is she symbolizes 81% of the planet at this very moment and all I wish to do is to remove the chain of limiting beliefs from your leg but as you’ve witnessed that in itself is quite a challenge when the one in chains goes out of their way to deny this and takes my intent as a threat to all they hold dear as it exists as salve that prevents the realization of the truth of their predicament.
The universe pushes you where you were already going. This is something where knowing is one thing but feeling is believing because its hard to change direction when inertia is keeping you creeping toward a scene you’d rather be leaving. Before my descent into Slavery I’d built up some nice steam with my energy in motion which was keeping me rolling uphill with very little from me beside doing what I did to great effect. This sequence I call the Path of Power and I’d been stepping on it since way back when I had my encounter with death and without relent because it was one of the main things that allowed me to regenerate coherence after the fracturing of my soul into fragments.
About three months ago I totally stopped all of this. Well, no. I dropped it down to the bare minimum as there were a few habits that are now pretty much engrained into my way of living that I simply couldn’t shift as I recognize the essential nature of their presence and not using them creates more problems so to be more accurate I stopped doing my energetic practices, weight lifting, exercises, Journeying, internal observation and cultivation of access to faculties beyond the standard. In short, I became a Slave and here is what changed:
I gained weight, my clarity and focus dimmed as my distractibility was pushed to the limit and my general sense of Me-ness dimmed. All of the good living habits that were part of my previous existence gave way to the “Toward pleasure, away from pain” principle which exists within all living beings as the default program. My creativity took a hit, no more random prose popping into my mind or visionary concepts where I’d consider something and think “What if?” as my mind flew beyond the edges of realm and into the land of imagination where we truly dwell. No more philosophical inclinations, astute observations or readily available grin.
It would be an understatement to say I felt miserable but I was also aware of how I was hiding this:
The screen. The screen became my all and everything. From previously using the net as as a resource I dove into as and when with a clear intent of what I needed to research or send I would roll out of bed and check what I’d missed in the land of distraction before even taking a drink of water, brushing my teeth or even stretching. Crazy isn’t it? I say that because you and I both know its a time sink but I was also aware of The Forty Five Minute Principle which says that this time period after rising is most crucial when it comes to dictating the direction the rest of your day swings because it can either signal ascent or a dip and its entirely up to you where you direct your intent.
Before the sense of discipline was self regulating because this was the most basic of basics, like crawling was to one who now sprints and wishes to break the bounds of gravity to fly without wings. It was essential. To overlook it foolish and self sabotaging.
But nope. I’d decided to see what it was like in the Valley of the Plebs so that didn’t happen. Instead my life became a series of distractions as I’d flit from one screen to the next. Put down the phone, picked up a tablet, then across to the laptop before sprawling in front of the TV set. Entire days and nights went by like this as I set off chasing those elusive dopamine hits the web provides so well to mask the nagging emptiness that a lack of progress brings.
After around nine days into this I was beginning to hate myself and wished I’d never stopped doing what I did best because I felt and looked like a mess. Gone was the passion for cooking as the human machine needs optimal food, stimulation and rest and my sleep had taken a hit that was immense because I’d go to bed but wasn’t rising refreshed. No dreamwork as well so that was eight hours solidly wasted as that time can and should be harnessed to allow your higher aspect to solve problems and share insight with your earthbound awareness so I went from doing that to lying down, tossing that way and this before eventually drifting and then getting up thinking “Ugh”. Disgusting.
About a month in I’d pretty much forgotten what it was like to dwell in a state of flow with a perpetual drive for excellence which revved my engine in the direction of peak performance. Instead it was the equivalent of standing in the rain waiting for the peasant wagon to roll round as I bought a ticket and sat on this vehicle with everyone else as it went, slowly trundling, to where I’d picked.
The thing is, I adapted. Much like water takes the shape of whatever its poured in I suddenly shifted and became the living embodiment of a ship without a captain as I floated aimlessly that way and this and by month two I was in danger of forgetting this was an experiment and not a lifestyle decision. Imagine a brow furrowed with consternation as had that progressed you wouldn’t have been reading this and it would’ve been the end of the willhelp.me gift which hadn’t yet started giving. The realization hit:
“It’s going to be June soon, you buffoon! This was supposed to be a small blip. What the heck are you doing? Snap out of this”. These thoughts popped into my head as I was lying immobile on the sofa due to some back pain I’d acquired since heading into this experiment. Actually that in and of itself is quite interesting so lets divert for a bit because you might learn something:
The body is the subconscious mind. Back pain is due to events in the past attempting to swim up to your awareness and be processed and released as they touch the surface. If you’re already juggling enough balls and are at the limit as your energy reserves are stretched thin as a paperclip and your will is about a strong as one you find your mental and physical flexibility dips because they are both two expressions of one thing. You.
Now I’d never had anything like this because ordinarily I’m as lithe and coherent as an figure skater on the rink doing his thing and the Path of Power has tools designed to allow these events to be processed due to the expansion of resources and space within. Not so much in the Valley of the Plebs as once I’d made my descent the universe ensured the moment I picked would assist in reaching my target because its easier to slip than it is to rise. So I cheated. I communicated with the pain, heard its message, thanked it for its presence as that is what motivated me to get back on track and do what I do best. Within thirty six hours I was back in effect with no more impinged movement and inkling of turning this all around to end the experiment was making its presence felt. Now came the real test.
The reluctance was immense. My anxiety levels at this point were through the roof and I was living almost entirely in my head. One of the most interesting things about this was I figured out that my previous methods were generally directed toward one end:
Dropping energy to the ground then pulling it up again. Rinse and repeat and you’ll literally bounce like a kid with an immense grin on your lips and an exceedingly vivid imagination. Without the tools, insight and application I had previously used to flourish what happens is there is no grounding. No release. Just an increase of tension which means my range of motion started shrinking real quick. Clicking hips, painful shoulders, a tight spine. It was all a literal pain in the neck. And yet I could sit staring at a screen looping through completely worthless distractions and in those moments I’d feel a respite from the pain I was in, in both the mental and physical realms. Oh yes, that was another aspect worth noting:
There was a clear divide between these two back then. Whereas now its a continuum so much like a bubble that rises from the ocean floor to surface you can chart the increase in size as the pressure relents till it pops at the surface now there was my head where I firmly lived in and then an amorphous object below I called my flesh that was slowly folding in on itself. It was horrible as I’m sure you can imagine and yet I couldn’t do a thing to shift.
I tried but the weak flesh wasn’t helping as my mind would attempt to crack the whip and it would be like “Overruled! We’re sitting here eating this, staring at the screen and you can’t do a thing”. Energy levels had dropped into the abyss. Things just weren’t working as well as they did and then I decided, “This is it. I’ve got to do something dramatic to get back into the swing of things because I’ve had enough of this”.
Cue disconnecting from the net and screens for three days and behold, witness the ascent. In those seventy two hours it was like steering a ship that was once a speed boat flying around the med with me and couple of attractive women in that had somehow turned into a rusty old freighter, laden with collective garbage and a surly crew defined by insolence as a frozen wind whipped across the stern of the ship as I fought against the icy waters that were determined to not relinquish their grip. Slowly but certainly the frost began to lift along with the transcendence of the old vessel and I once again found myself in the blue ocean as I started regaining strength and presence.
My Detox was quite immense in the sense that I fully disconnected not just from screens and entertainment but all kinds of stimulus, meaning three days spent in silence, alone, with no distractions which was quite interesting. There was no choice but to face myself and process what had happened in these three months that felt like an eternity instead as time was dragging due to my lack of coherence and the endless quest of deflecting from my inner realm. I reoriented by targets, took stock of where I sit, how I was feeling and the silent screaming from within as the limited aspect of self that was steering my vessel wanted nothing to do with this because it had been superseded by a harmonious higher Self since way back when and had no wish to ease its grip on my awareness now it had found a way back in. Food was also stripped back too to the bare minimum, served with no flavor or scent which is almost a cardinal sin for one from my lineage as its all about taste and seasonings. In a nutshell I used those three days as a way of interrupting the patterns I’d gained and the new coping mechanisms of having much more resistance within and far less coherence and fresh energy pouring in from in and beyond this realm which is the true meaning of inspiration and truly the only way to live once you’ve tasted it.
I’m glad I did it because I hadn’t taken any days off for as long as I can recollect. Once you become aware of the System and its nature you either accept it and sit in, trying to decorate the bars of the Mind Made Prison to make it more hospitable or you realize that freedom can only come from within and thus do battle with your self. Notice the little s. This is important because its a limited component and if identified with you preclude the ability to transcend the nature of this 3D realm as you are in and of it and it wishes to prevent anyone who enters from leaving until it says. The Path of Power is different because that makes you in but not of. Imagine it like this:
There are two glove puppets putting on a performance. One looks solely at the surface and sees its skin which is animated, moving that way and this as it says amusing things and thinks “This is me”. It pays no attention to the vast periods that tick when its sitting unanimated in a suitcase as it lacks the insight or wish to know its Self. The other is different. He is aware that he isn’t the puppet, no matter how seductive and present the experience he’s immersed in but instead is the hand within that directs its action. This is transcendence. This is the gift the Path of Power brings as its a simple case of realization but in order to see this one must first note they’ve been dreaming. Sleepwalking through existence because the Game of Souls on this level is such that it lures you in and then hypnotizes you into believing you are small and limited. Stop and think, no child is born believing this as they know intuitively they are limitless and it overflows from their presence to light up the awareness of whoever they’re around. And yet they too will eventually get lulled in, just like their parents before them and then their children as the Game claims yet more victims from born victors by shifting a few strings. Its very deceptive, very slick and very effective. Here’s a hint. What do you walk through when you enter a building?
Thats right an entrance. And what is usually placed on the front so you can identify what this is? Correct, a number. Now lets remove the Slaves lens from your awareness for a moment and let you see what was always present and yet rendered invisible in the land of the flesh puppets were I dwelled for a moment. Check it:
entrance | ɪnˈtrɑːns, ɛnˈtrɑːns | verb [with object] fill (someone) with wonder and delight, holding their entire attention: I was entranced by the city’s beauty | (as adjective entrancing) : an entrancing girl. • cast a spell on: Orpheus entranced the wild beasts.
What was always present can’t be seen easily when the programming language in your head is designed to hide its presence which is why I say if English is the only language you speak then you are a Slave, most certainly. Consider the other word as a deepener and extender so instead of dumb and dumber once entranced the numb get number.
Tell me that doesn’t describe your life to a T because what was once full bodied sensations of embodiment and presence filled with glee slowly but surely gave way to your awareness being adulterated with concepts that made you a stranger to your Self. I left then came back again and almost didn’t make it out again and can say I hated it whilst enjoying the distraction.
One of the craziest things about this adventure is that I simply couldn’t sit still for 5 minutes without some type of distraction. It was out of the question as my mind was so restless and skipped to anywhere but the presence due to my lack of coherence.
Its taken me around forty five to push the pen and write this script. All of my attention is focused like a laser beam upon the present moment in contrast to the dim lightbulb that was flickering due to an uneven voltage in the events previous. I’ve gained an immense amount of insight from what I did as I now know how best to guide newcomers onto the Path of Power so the real fun may begin and also learned a lot more about the human condition, the nature of the flesh, the power of habit and so many other things that will make me more effective in sharing my wisdom and this is why the motto by which I live is:
There are no accidents, only opportunities, my friend. See, I thought the same back when I danced with death because whilst a large part of me was reeling from the experience and couldn’t believe I’d been caught slipping like this another part was fascinated by the fact that I was still aware. Not just aware but super present in the sense that the minds rabid wandering from a past that may not have happened to a future you wish did was dropped in that instant because all there was was me in my truest sense, the present moment and the abyss and that was when I made the decision as I looked around and saw no body positive plus sized model warbling. How’s that for political correctness, eh? Don’t get used to it because being direct is my thing. No, I didn’t give in. Instead that became a learning experience, another moment of negotiation as I slowly but surely clawed myself back to the land of the living and stitched up what was leaking my vital fluids onto the pavement.
Second to that this latest experience was the most difficult because it showed me the nature of life once entropy has its grip firmly around your awareness as well as the immense allure of the set, screen or device connected to the net to suck you in as its filled with distractions as they wait patiently for you to amuse yourself to death. Its not fulfilling in any sense but it is the lesser of two evils because the only other choice is to look at your life and think “How did I get into this mess” and then accept all responsibility for yourself. Know why? You can’t do a thing when blaming outer events, people or institutions. Especially not as a Warrior as you know it all takes place inside your awareness ergo the only battle in life is one against your self. Notice again the small s and how it differs from the one capitalized with presence. This ties nicely in with what I previously said about individual meaning “Inwardly Divided and Dual” as it is exactly this and once you realize this then the fun begins as you can shift to becoming a victor from victim because its not how you begin but how you end and each moment is one of them. Think:
The nows that have been are what we call the past and contrary to popular belief they do flex as the events, concepts and interpretations aren’t rigid as people can easily be made to think they hugged Bugs Bunny at a Disney event which doesn’t make sense but they’d swear up and down they did and then believe they did as they manufacture the proof they’re seeking. On the other side we have the future which is based on what you do in the present so if you eat that cream cake then now then expect it to manifest as an extra inch when the next frame of the movie rolls into the sequence. Simple, yes? The underlying message is that there is only now. That is but all you possess in this realm and yet people can’t wait to give it away because the path to heaven is through hell as it involves sifting through all the garbage experiences and knowledge you collected that provide the illusion of wisdom that precludes the need to search for a solution.
But that doesn’t apply to you if you’re reading this, my friend. After all your awareness wouldn’t have picked this site for you to witness this if you hadn’t already had, on some level, an ever so slight or immense inkling that something is up with reality and it isn’t what they’re saying it is as you shuffle around the planet, an apparent carbon based life-form that is somehow gifted with an immense sentience to ponder its existence as its rushed that way and this in a world designed to be slick and keep you hemmed in to the distractions it picks in order to ensure you don’t click that there are aspects of you that are within and extend way beyond this dimension where all you witness is but a figment of your imagination.
Deep within our brains, running through our veins is the life of pain we’re trying hard to pretend we haven’t lived or wasn’t as we think, even though our entire existence is proof of this, in ways both obvious and subtle – to others and ourselves. Most profess ignorance but privately know full well what I mean as the nature of this reality is to hand out raw deals for the feels which means under whose intent to we enter the tutelage that leads us to be this way? That’s an intricate question which we’ll answer as wade deeper into the charade of what we say when we mean “Me” as that truly is at the heart of reality. For now, know this:
You are a product in this realm that generates immense wealth out of ignorance and then unhappily gives its away for a base level existence and this is what you pass on to your children thanks to what you think and accept as the way it is.
Like I said they hand out raw deals to those who were once able to feel and then they’ll try their best to pretend that it isn’t what it is as they attempt to evade the discomfort via all manner of self deception and image building in others heads with the hope that “If they believe I’m this then hopefully I’ll feel that as well”. There it is, the secret truth of antisocial realm that spins its web and draws in via its influence those who beg from others what they can’t give to Self:
Acceptance.
Anywhen, upon these shifting sands rests the edifice of modern society and its progress where no one questions why its like this. Why suffering is the universal language we all speak within and yet is never uttered upon our lips unless we’ve had a sip or are so stressed that the mask slips.
I’ve had enough of it. The dishonesty with myself. There isn’t a type of wickedness in this realm I hadn’t witnessed before I hit double digits and since then I’ve seen various permutations designed to lift my despair to new depths that rack my frame with tension and thus make it hard to pay attention as the flesh which hosts my awareness couldn’t concentrate for an instant as it was filled to the brim with pain and suffering. So my mind was driven to distraction as outside I’m alive but internally long dead, just waiting for life to bring it all to an end.
The saddest part is I’ve seen the code of the matrix. If I share or spill the entire thing not only will the spiritually wicked be pissed but the pure of heart as well because it involves them, their awareness and the concepts within.
I write this to you from the depths of solitude I exist in. Since you last saw my visage I gradually disconnected myself from almost everything I’d been. That means no more steps on the Path of Power with its various tools and tricks designed to ease and circumvent the suffering we find ourselves in due to the intent to liberate the Warrior within. No, I chose instead to end that aspect and sink into my pain and ignorance. The loss of innocence and all this brings as I’ve been stomped and kicked by those with vested interests to ensure I don’t say a thing because my very existence is a threat to them and their operation where the greatest sins are committed by the gloved under cover of darkness for one can smile and be villain, as a group of people once said.
A glimmer of light is enough to bring their reign of dimming potential to an end as well as lay the nature of the false illumination they bring bare because its easy to see what it is once you’ve removed the societal programming lenses from your head as the raw signals that pour in are then easily decoded by your awareness. “Why are my eyes hurting?” they said “Because you’ve never used them, my friend”. The tech and other symbols of progress serve many ends, one of them is the comfort it brings by reducing tension as it reinforces programming and steadily erodes your pleasure centers as well. Like a junkie looking for a fix most will deny this with vehemence as they clutch their phone like a beacon of salvation as it helps their fractured awareness feel a semblance of presence. All hail the dark geometry that lies hidden in plain sight as your screen because most of the species worships it daily.
This process serves to further enrich them whilst disconnecting you further from Self and this is exactly as intended because you are a product. Cattle is what they said and like them you generate profits in life and death as there is so much to sell. Let this be the realest I ever wrote. All facts, no show. You will hate me with a ferocity you didn’t know you possessed if I were to show you the inner workings of all this as your mind isn’t your own. It hasn’t been since you stepped in to this life sentence. Since before you were born its all been programmed to ensure a perverted script, designed to adulterate awareness, is the inheritance you get from the well wishing and brainwashed idiots who never questioned a thing as they lived as miserable meat marionettes.
You turned from the wisdom within that was and is your birthright and instead started thinking as they did as feeling began to dip. Everyone wants to fit in and we unconsciously adapt the patterns of our Family System and the roles they beget before the larger one does what it does best and tangles you up from within whilst messing with your head and how you define things because words are weapons if you don’t know their intent. Consider lxve spelling evil when flipped and how three little words spoken in affection are actually a curse which sends an evil eye at them.
Poison is given which has been dipped in socially sanctioned sweetness for your lips. The true effects of this are only known once it enters in and invades your private realms and thus the script is flipped and what you came to experience is instead supplanted with “Get more of this”. Addicts know this well. Slaves deny the nature of their own living hell, even if its self evident to those who’ve looked within and questioned their motivations and why nothing they’ve been or done since being kids seems to last or feel anywhere near as thrilling. The definition of madness is not getting the results you wish and yet engaging in the same behaviors again. Ringing any bells yet?
All I have is bitter pills that, should they make it to your depths, can have a transcendent effect to liberate your awareness as their golden glow spreads and shifts the Self deception you previously dwelled in and dispels the ignorance that caused your inner realm to dim.
Why did I do this? Why leave behind what works so well in order to descend into my personal hell? I had to know for myself that I was truly making progress by comparing now to then. Was this Slave and Warrior thing actually true or a delusion I perpetrated on myself and those who had listened? I’d been so long a Victor I couldn’t even imagine how a Victim thinks and exists. Or at least I didn’t. Lets say those old tricks came roaring back with a vengeance the moment I left a chink for them to get in as they’d been sitting, patiently waiting like timeless demons who feed on human suffering and expand anything that makes you feel terrible.
I did initially suspect “What if the Path of Power is another trick? A matrix within a matrix, designed to capture those who would escape by making them think they’d made it?”. I can now safely say its not this as there are only two directions this all spirals and thats either deeper in to the programming or towards the freedom of gnosis. In the middle of all this sits the unchanging and silent glow of your pristine awareness, the witness who sees but doesn’t say a thing. The difference between seeing via a programmed lens and psy-lense is immense as one is focused on this dimensh whilst the other is constantly linked to your prime point of origin. Ask yourself, in both of of those options where do you think the power dwells? Slaves never question this. They seek their fortune in bio-survival tickets and various accolades of this realm as a way of filling the emptiness within whereas the Warrior transcends the grift of living in a body on a planet by unclogging the blockages which gradually tamp down the spring that once powered your steps.
The darkness I’ve witnessed during my descent was immense and the strength I possessed to face it started wearing thin and eroding all I’d built as the accoutrements on the Path of Power must be constantly replenished just as the negative coding of Slave is perpetually reinforced by the net, news, and social programming. Thats why one of the steps is disconnecting yourself from this toxic, low frequency influence which broadcasts on alternating spectrums of fear and cheap thrills to those who are pretty much walking dead as they can no longer feel anything else and are addicted to all they get. Never do they question this. Those are the kind of Slaves that long ago gave in struggling and accepted what it is as they drifted into the abyss and in the process lost themselves to ignorance.
At the last moment for me as I found myself acting like them something clicked and said “Enough of this foolishness. You came to look in order to help but ended up identifying with the suffering whereas before you’d jettison the imprint now you strapped in and went where directed”. Yes, its a seductive and destructive process. Its all really about resonance. Think of it like this:
You move from one town to the next where they have a very different accent. You don’t like how they sound because its so dim and stupid whereas your own tones are bright and crisp so you attempt to resist the influence to acquiesce. How long do you think you’ll persist in this before your will is worn away by what washes in and over your presence, day out, day in, as you’re the only one in this town with that accent. Thats why misery, its said, lxves company my friend. You become what you’re around via a process of osmosis as we have these things called Mirror Neurons which emulate the influence of those who’ve already given in and this collective resonance becomes a prime weapon in all of this. Consider your original accent the language of light you spoke within that wasn’t taught nor instructed. Some mothers intuit this and form a deep bond with their kids as they provide just what is needed. Others are threatened by it as it touches places in them long dead and make them feel a strange ambivalence as the Wounded Womb does its thing and damages the seeds it begets. Thats a deeper topic but know its all connected.
Thanks to my Higher Self intervening as I was careening down into the abyss, feeling helpless to resist this I can now empathize fully with your predicament. Its also exponentially increased my wisdom as I realized far more effective ways of using the Path of Power and its teachings as I needed to sink down to this realm in order to see how the modern world lives and why they think what they think so I’m grateful for the experience. Better yet is to ascend, its only been a minute since I made the shift and I wrote this, the first piece I’ve flown since I sank to the depths of ignorance and away from the golden glow of Self.
Granted due to elaborate mental tricks and the convoluted belief systems (that most dare not question) they attempt to rationalize that all is well even though they live in a place that looks like heaven yet feels like hell. Such is the disconnect that lies at the root of all of this as a glimpse at their faces warped with tension thanks to the sadness within that has no socially sanctioned method of expression or existence. Come to think of it this is why they pop pills, feel shifting pains that jump from neck to leg then back to their spine as well that nothing ever seems to fix. These are trapped emotions, Warriors know them well and liberate them from within to allow a sense of freedom to rise again. Slaves contort themselves so they may feel less and this why old folks in Western civilization walk stooped over and lack in flex. Heck even modern kids are like this as the screens quickly do their thing. A picture is a thousand words ergo visual brainwashing is intense and it effects cumulative. Think of this as you surf the web, the content you ingest is the poison dipped in honey I previously mentioned and voluntarily withdrawal from this will prove how addictive and corrosive it is and a key component of enslaving your unfinite Self.
Anything to take your mind off this is surely welcomed in this realm because people look outside of themselves for someone, anyone to save them. Its why we have a government, religion, institutions and all these things. They are symptomatic of the chaos within and the deep seated need for something solid and unchanging. They are also dead, disconnected and, ultimately at the end, figments of your imagination as everything is in this realm which is why the control of thought is the cornerstone of any dictatorial paradigm. The life of pain which is lived forms the foundation of the edifice mentioned and it needs to be constantly nourished otherwise the house of cards thats built can collapse in an instant. This corrosive influence poisons the rest of the concepts and thus the efficient machine of the System ticks by providing socially sanctioned checks and balances that ensure control remains within its sphere of influence and the Slaves caught up in will defend to the death their right to enslavement as the thought of freedom goes against all they’ve been programmed with since they stepped into the flesh, way back when.
I now get where you’re at as its a place I’ve just been and the familiar nature of predictable misery and boredom interspersed with bouts of anxiety that needs distractions frequently is something I comprehend. Its a strange existence but I can see its appeal as well because the complacent normalcy is like a teat most aren’t willing to wean themselves from as the thought of “Having to fend for self? On top of all this stress?” fills them with a panic they can’t fully express but its nothing like this. To disconnect means the poison stops pouring in so you can start to cleanse your inner realm. This is where the Path of Power helps as there are many tools and hints designed to reactivate your resilience and allow the golden glow within to once again circulate in your presence. Then instead of stress life becomes an adventure in the flesh, a state that is familiar in its newness as you once dwelled exclusively within as a kid before the System did its thing. Thats what it really is and all I’m truly offering:
On the one hand you have your life how it is. You can see it quite clearly from now till the end. Its mostly predictable, safe and generally unfulfilling. You work hard to build an image but its not genuine from within and you feel this, one some level. For those with kids you’ll have noticed they’re born natural confident and exuberant then that glow dims as they become enslaved, just like their parents. The Path of Power offers a chance to break out of this paradigm but first you must comprehend what you’re within and that requires a level of honesty that most simply don’t possess at this moment because they’ve spent a lifetime lying to themselves and anything bar the sanctioned narrative feels like a threat, even if its designed to make them question why they don’t still possess that which they came with in this realm:
Inner sense. Why do your concepts and presence not seem to dip below the neck as you spend your life reading labels provided by your head as opposed to full bodied sensations and total presence? Poison seems sweet to those suffering royally from self inflicted misery birthed of ignorance then dressed in pretence that is socially reinforced and sanctioned. Those who accept this are in effect suffering, in degrees which varying how intense from moment to moment but make no mistake, its the underpinning current that defines everything. Its not pleasant in any sense whereas the Path of Power is about reclaiming your inner realm and seeing the terrain for what it is as this then causes a commensurate shift in the outer aspect as well because as I’ve said many times:
The Game of Souls plays out entirely in your awareness. Victors know this as they’re resting in position, centered in Self. Victims think the world, galaxy and universe is immense and they are small, insignificant and powerless as they wander around a planet eking out an existence with a head full of concepts that truly don’t make sense and a nagging sense of emptiness within that nothing on offer can truly fill.
Up until now you may not have been aware of this but the thing about thoughts is you can’t unthink and now this gnosis has dripped in you’ll become aware of the options which were previously hidden due to you not wanting to see them. Freedom is an inside job, none but ourselves can free our minds.
How’s it been? How’s it going? Are you where you inteded to be? Take a moment and reflect on your trajectory and switch it up if need be then act accordingly. Spiritual, physical, fiscal, sexual, emotional, intellectual – its all the same to me because you know the difference between potential and actuality so be real with yourself about where you stand right now vs your target.
Tomorrow is built upon the decisions of today and its crazy how easy it is to whizz your life away thanks to this digital charade and the escapism it brings as you run on the internet treadmill in lieu of doing something you know you should be handling. If something productive popped in your head as you read that don’t reply – go and sort it first then we’ll speak.
Mental discipline is the key. The mind rules supreme. If it hasn’t gone exactly as planned then don’t worry. Pick one piece, something you can do immediately and go handle that instead of reading this. Wrack up a series of small wins to start gaining momentum and shift where you’re headed because the last six months went by like a blink and if you keep on doing what you did the rest will as well.
Your mentality is the a great attractor in the grand scheme of things and thus it can either be a tool or weapon, depending on how you handle it. At this stage of the Game its all about ignorance because weakness is strength according to how a Slave thinks so if what you did before hasn’t worked out decently then consider flipping the script. This is how a Warrior thinks because there is no point in regret. What’s done has happened. The only thing that exists is the present so turn up, unwrap it and direct the bountiful forces within to take it to the next level because the only competition you should have in this realm is with your Self. That’s a hint about 4Dxo. That which underpins existence and something we’ll get into when I tell you where I’ve been since we last linked.
In retrospect we see easily that Bush taking his team to Iraq had little to do with what they said and the alleged nature of the threat, as the weapons of mass destruction didn’t exist. Some would even say this why Dr David Kelly is dead because he was foolish enough to be honest when dealing with crooks at best. Actually highly placed spiritual wickedness would be more accurate as that is what defines “them” who are spoken of in hushed tones all over this realm. Not all who walk in the flesh are truly human, as was philosophized by wise men once upon a when and its something you can detect yourself if you’re ever in their presence as you feel something else beneath the veneer and facade they present. But lets not speak too much of this, lest they think we’re schizophrenic. Thing is the nutter is the one who truly gets a handle on all of this and that, in part, is why they are treated in ways that justify their suspicions but that is a much deeper topic. For now, consider this:
The System creates programming that the vast majority of folks accept but 8% rebel at whats poured into their head and they see something else. A far truer vision because in a sense we live in a world of illusion, educated by delusion and exist in a state of confusion. Thing is the collective hallucinate in a way that is accepted at this stage of the Game because it involves you doing as they say. Santa, Dollars, spiritual fables and various tales. All figments of your imagination my friend but who stops to think when life is so busy happening? Much like a fish, the water within which they swim is totally invisible to them. Once again I’ve veered off on a tangent which itself is a hint of where we’ll be diving in as we float along in this stream of consciousness experiment of me tapping keys behind a screen then hitting send to see who gets the meaning and intent of the message.
Bush sent his team of merry men into Iraq to ensure that the rivers of oil that fed his empire of white, blue and red didn’t come shuddering to a drip. Thats it. The beginning and end. The rest was pretence, window dressing and conflict framed as entertainment that most invested in, never questioned as they sipped the Kool Aid that was laced with a substance designed to dim that little light within that looks at the facts that don’t add up and says “Wait a minute!”. Dr David Kelly chose not to drink and we know how that played out for him. Amazing isn’t it that the man himself said he suspected this is how it would end. He confided his fears to a friend and then was later found dead, just as he’d predicted, not far from his homestead. Stranger still is he had a damaged right limb that trembled when he attempted a firm grip and thus couldn’t cut a steak with. Yet chose that to hold the knife with which he apparently slit his own wrist. All whilst leaving no prints without wearing gloves and on top of that he swallowed some pills (also printless) just to ensure his attempt was effective. Great success! Never has a suicide been executed with such dilligence. Even moreso when you consider his friends testified that he was unable to swallow medicine due to a condition known as dysphagia. Didn’t matter in the end because toxicology reports proved there wasn’t enough in him to kill him and penned it a heart attack instead and away it all went. Shady witnesses, manipulated testimony and 70 year secrecy order as well… “Move along people. Nothing to see here” was the message sent as almost no one wondered “Wait a minute, losing five pints of blood through an artery the width of a matchstick without clotting?” and the rest of the ridiculousness that marked this chapter in our collective Book of Ignorance aka Life in the 21st Cent, Dollars, Euros and Digital Biosurvival Tickets that they’ll soon usher in for those who wish to progress in this realm. None shall buy and sell without it when the Game kicks in to a new stage of techno-surveillance as hinted at by the merging of Social Credit and a new coin, as yet unminted, when their Fiat printed chickens come home to roost, only to find foreclosed nests and food shortages. As always it’ll be presented in your best interests as well as a choice you can’t reject or else you’re a threat to the rest who acquiesce. “Don’t be so selfish!”. Sound familiar yet?
Whenever a politician says or mentions “God” as a motivator slash justification of their actions whats truly meant is Guns, Oil and Drugs. Go look again at HIStory via this lens and tell me it isn’t correct as they refer to an acronym whilst you think it means something else and thats the Dual Reality Principle in full effect because they told then sold the deal openly whilst you bought in from a place of ignorance.
Dr Kelly shows and proves how they deal with their opponents and how everyone is expected to be pulled my one string, one motive, one intent. Who cares if the ends whip up questions where the answers don’t fit the narrative? “Relax, we modulate all the information anyway so we’ll handle it”. They bank on Slaves being too stupid to pick up on this and even if they do they can distract them with more of their dog and pony tricks as they are told what to think, how to move and exist. Remember the System and its programming? For A Slave a challenge to it is taken as one to self (small S, yes there is a difference as the other spots the trick in an instant hence Self). Its modulating your awareness right now as I share these concepts. See if you can spot it as it influences your opinion on the topic as you apply your own logic to the threads that were woven so well to convey but one intent: “Obey. It is how we say it is. No need to question anything”.
Today was the day where George Bush told the truth. In plain view of the world he admitted the nature of his ruse and what all the death, suffering and pain was all about. Thing is they’re all the same. None of them care about their Slaves. They just need them to do what they say and believe the fairy tale they weave into their awareness. Most of all, don’t think. Never ever think. Do not adjust your signal and maintain the regularly scheduled programming. Thats why things like this which may seem like a Freudian slip are actually planned and intended because its the Dual Reality Principle in full effect. “Well, I told them the truth. They’re the ones that chose to do nothing” says the one pirouetting on the rink of an ice cold karma which he’ll skip because the people who signed up to fight and died “Well, thats on them. No one had a gun to their head”. No but you did put one in their hands. Amazing isn’t it how back then the Iraqis were “Insurgents” and “Terrorists” whereas now in Ukraine they’re “Freedom Fighters” instead. Are you seeing the nature of the spell and the way words weave knots in your awareness? Putin and Bush are the same thing. Both of them are just reading from a script when it comes to the end of it because anyone who cannot spot the true nature of what we’re within is doomed to die in ignorance, expecting to meet their once upon a when. Only to get slammed into the flesh for another spin. How’s that for recycling?
It is, and always will be, about your free will. That is why so much is poured into influence and shaping how you think because there is an official narrative and people who question it often end up dead. Like Dr David Kelly. You really should look into this because his misadventure and the tangled web will offer an insight into the realm Messers Bush, Blair et al operate in because without gnosis you voluntarily condemn yourself to ignorance by accepting the role they penned when you were first taken in by the System that did its thing and shaped how you think. Right upto this moment. There is always a choice. Consider your options. Have they, so far, served your best interests by creating a life you’re truly happy to live or are you just existing? Whiling away time hoping one day that recognition of your skills and potential within bursts to the surface to the sounds of applause and mass adulation? The trick with Slaves is to give them enough hope not to be hopeless and as much bread and circus as they can digest so they never take a moment to look within as they may question the narrative that keeps them pinned down in this realm.
You are what you do. Not what you say you’ll do. Last month I stated, publicly and on the record, that I would update this site continually for a 21 period. That I did and those events set into motion the next event I’ve been working on since we last kicked it and will be pouring into your awareness with a quickness. In the mean time think about this:
I want you to find something you know you should do. Something thats been calling to you but somehow you continually seem to forget to check it off the list as you’re busy caught up in the business of living. This thing – you already know what it is, it popped into your head before you read this and as you progress the steps to make it happen are solidifying along with your intent to accept this challenge – has been patiently waiting for you to make it happen. No one else but you can so take this as your call to action. Remember, mediocrity comes easy and doesn’t cost a thing but excellence often looks like hard work and most people are scared to win. Its odd when you think of it but then a quick glance at the world and its self evident as those who risk the effort get the rewards as well. Beautifully simple. You get what you expect so place higher standards on your Self. To that end we’ll do this:
That thing that has been solidifying in its will to make it happen is now at the top of your list. You willclear a space in your schedule and do it. But before you even take that step you’ll have to tell someone else. Make it public and there has to be a consequence, say, “For the next 21 days I will (do this) and if I make a misstep I will (not do something)”. The latter has to be something you enjoy and would really miss and also for a 21 day period. It could be sex, chocolate, going to the gym. I’m sure thats enough for inspiration. Whatever you pick it must be solid and something whose absence will be felt as this is the motivation that helps the challenge manifest the results you’ve been seeking and thus you end up with a win/win/win. Why the extra one thrown in? Simple, not only do you progress from thinking to doing in one project, you also discover a deeper appreciation of whats at risk and put it all together you build up a sense of purpose, action and discipline that leads to greater confidence and develop strengths you are currently unaware rest within, awaiting activation.
It truly is a gift that keeps on giving but the most amazing thing isn’t even what I’ve said but something you’ll discover for yourself as at some point in the 21 Day Challenge you’ll find an inspiration pops in that spurs evolution and you’ll wish to step into it immediately. Take to air as the lift it brings is something else as you receive so much by giving. But this is where discipline kicks in. So you quickly sketch the inspiration as the basis of your next Challenge whilst keeping this one ticking. Can you say “Perpetual motion in full effect?” because thats exactly what it is and you’ll have to test it for yourself. If you miss, reset. Start the 21 again. So to recap:
1) Decide on a task you wish to make happen. 2) State publicly your intent and length of Challenge. 3) Note to yourself what you’ll forfeit if you don’t stick to the script. 4) If you slip restart from nothing with new at risk until all twenty one are ticked. 5) ????? (Always leave room for the unexpected to bring something amazing in). 6) Profit.
There it is. Right now its just an idea. A concept. A potential awaiting you to step in and fill it with your energy and action. Once you do you’ll notice the spiral effect as challenge begets strength which combines to gift progress. Its such a simple thing but in that 21 you’ll learn so much about yourself as you’ll witness first hand the inwardly divided and dual selves I’ve mentioned which are all fighting for your attention. Some will make excuses because they’re scared to win. Others will encourage because they want the best for you and them. The only one you should listen to and the hardest to hear is the feltsense. You’ll know it when you find it as its like a beacon of guidance whereas before you were just grasping in an artificially darkened awareness. That is what then guides the next steps and once you witness this the outer world can’t help but shift because you’re coming from a place you didn’t previously know existed and this is the the difference that makes all the difference. Make it happen. This instant. Challenge yourself.
“All I saw was my life flash before my eyes. I was certain I’d died but then there was a bright light at the end of a tunnel that was radiating pure lxve that I was drawn toward. I felt like I’d been welcomed with open arms. There was something so familiar yet totally new, like observing an unknown view I somehow already knew…”. Says every near death experiencer, ever. Get the picture?
In between minds and in the mean time add in all of the familiar elements and signs that are mimed, well and often, outside to prevent you breaking the spell of the five sensory thieves. Designed by the fourth realm processors to render into play a three dimensional algorithm that splits your unfinite awareness into two opposing polarities of spin, encased in DNA, like a metaphysical prism which isolates aspects of the inherently indivisible to give birth to the one life of limitation you’re currently only partially aware of living.
You now realize: This is the Game. This is what you’re within. Being in and of it have differing implications as its all about wavelength and where you sit on the spectrum of Self. Only one, still in the center, but many mill around the edge finding their heads spin at the implications of what they just read…
How many times have you remembered to forget death? How many times have you inserted another credit instead of heading hearting for the exit? How many lives have you read this piece of text? Care to recollect?
In a few decades or so when the web has closed its digital grip on the minds of those who still dwell upon this planetwould you, if offered, jump at the chance to upload your awareness online. Full-time. The real you would be held in a suspended state just above dead that would prevent malfunction and ageing by freezing you instead. Your awareness however would live full time in the web for as long as your provider cashed the cheques otherwise they’d eject and throw you back into flesh. Into a world where the net is something you connect vs exist solely within.
Tim is one hundred and six years old and he is quite rich. So much so that he was handpicked to try out this tech because he’d had a scare about his health. “The deal is this, Sir Tim, its like being given a second chance to live again. You know VR has progressed since the Twenties when it was primitive, its now better than the real thing. Come on, lets give it a spin” says the Tech as he augments his awareness. “I can’t tell the difference” states Tim “Are you sure its working?“. The Tech just looks at him and grins then hands over a mirror to glance in. A young girl, Asian stares back at him. “What the…You mean to tell me we’re in…” he begins as his mind starts racing “But my pitch, I still hear the same…” “Voice in your head? Thats an old habit and now you’ve noticed it the shift will kick in” “Ah yes” Tim thinks, in a more feminine lilt, and jumps up with a spring. “I can’t believe how I’m feeling, I half expected the pain in my leg and its weird that its missing. Look how lithe I am, so supple and free. It all seems so real… And yet I’m still me. What amazing technology“.
The Tech smiled at Tim, he knew he had him as the slide to digital is so efficient because you can mimic almost everything within with enough pixels and processing. Plus the mind fills in the gaps not yet coded when it becomes part of the algorithm as it projects and extends the neural net with its own overlay and patterns. “I’ll take it” says Tim as they begin to prepare the process to freeze his flesh. “A second chance to live again, looking however I wish” he thinks to himself “I’ll look young but have the wisdom of experience. Sure its expensive but I worked hard for my fortune and the rest will still get an inheritance” then a new thought creeps in “Actually I might end up outliving them as my flesh will only age at one tenth of what it usually did so who knows by the time I drop out of the web it might be so advanced that I can buy a new body as well. Its a win/win” he thinks, further selling the idea he’s already bought to himself.
The implications are startling but best believe its all happening. You can already see the hints as they’re not hidden or fake gimmicks based on pretending like science fiction on TV. The question I have for you is this:
Would you do it if you were Tim? Tech has progressed so he is quite sprightly in the flesh but that pesky telomere limit means the Jellyfish Program isn’t for him as he’s already snipped and can’t just rollback like these new modern kids who were born implanted with eternal life as a gift from their parents but always spent it all jacked in. “What a waste” he thinks. Only one way for him and thats death. “Within 2 decades at best” his pricey specialist had said.
What would you do, given the chance he’s tasted? Of trading one shell for the next but with a continuation of awareness in a pixelated reimagining of the world you just left. Sounds like a great deal, yes? Would you take it or object? Ask yourself whilst we head back to Tim:
“That’s a rather catchy name for your business” he says whilst the logo on top of the pod glistens as he prepares himself for suspension. “Yes” says the Tech “We’re rather proud of it ourselves as it does what it says on the tin when it comes to the human experience of living on a planet, in the flesh”. “Yes, indeed” says Tim with a grin. “Well, plug me in. The Game of Souls is waiting!“
