“Work like a Slave to live like a King”, ain’t that the song so many in this realm sing? Yeah there’s some truth to it meaning – you get back what you put in but its mainly nonsense because this, all of this, is but a distraction to stop you claiming what you could inherit and that is the kingdom within.
People fighting for scraps, all clambering to get in to a place someone else built and thus decides who passes the entrance. “Entrance” what a word, one that reveals everything when it comes to this way of thinking. Entranced, meaning under the influence of an altered state of mind and this they think is the only way to be. Sort of like a dream, when you’re asleep and seeing what you see behind eyes closed, counting sheep or whatever it is you perceive. At the time it seems real and the bizarreness of the deal is only self evident when you come to your sense in the world of the “real”. The quote marks here mean no, thats just another bum deal as this, like Ezekiel’s wheels within wheels is a dream within a dream and its such a beautiful scheme that most never get around to questioning the deceit their own mind feeds them each day as they get caught up in a Game they never wanted to play.
But it all comes down to that building, the one in the prime real estate, with views that go this and that a way. No one has personally seen but we hear its great, spaces are limited, do whatever you can to get in. All the while ignoring the “What if?”. “What if I built it for myself? Used my own effort instead of sustaining what they say is the thing I should be lusting?”. After all, everyone on that quest is busting at the seams with stress and if they make it then keeping it becomes the thing.
This is the difference between how a Warrior and Slave thinks because the former does for Self as he perceives the nature of the Game whilst the latter does what he’s told as she’s programmed and operating from parameters designed to keep them stuck in a position of weakness in which strength is something externals give. “If I get into that apartment complex, then my living standard will show them. They’ll know not to mess with me as I’ll finally be something” is what they think because all they know is what they’re poured in. Entranced, remember this as you live your nightmare existence spread thin in pursuit of a dream that is ultimately unreal.
The Warrior on the other hand is lucid, he looks around the scene and thinks “Ah, five sensory deceit designed to hide the real which is me as the prime cause of all I perceive” and thus he turns the key in the lock within the dream and sets himself free to do what the Slaves can’t imagine, let alone perceive as they believe, so firmly, that if they can get their little piece across the board then it will all change dramatically. Like the psychosocial battlefield they call home in their dome will suddenly become a garden of Eden, hence the dream logic which means its a delusion, not at all real. But shh, don’t say it too loud because you might wake them from their sleep.
Another deep irony because a wake is what is held for the recently deceased and yet they do it every day as they meet, what do you call it? Oh yes, a morning or is that a mourning? See what I mean? The Slave is dead to the Warrior they could be because they bought a dream about it costing an arm and leg to live on their knees, like this will make them happy. What a crooked deal thats cheap to sell but hard to live for those foolish enough to let it rent space inside their head. Worse still is those that invest in this way of think then run to get themselves a tiny apartment in the building these thieves erect in the centre of their awareness and this is why they say the house always wins because those who place bets in this crooked establishment know the deal when they step in and thus voluntarily skin themselves, all in the name of free will, thinking they can somehow win when thats not how this is built. The Warrior sees the trick and builds his own amusement park and says “You’re all welcome” but the Slaves are too caught up in buying ever shinier chains to signal their enslavement to come and ride the roundabout of freedom or sit in the swings of peak experience to see what pleasure they can bring.
Victor or Victim? It’s not how you start but how you end that makes the difference.
A Slave thinks of themselves as a person, whatever that means by their definition. Usually it goes like this:
“I am son/daughter of <insert lineage> and they call me <name>. I like <things> and <stuff> but am not to keen on <something>. Things that make me unique are <what everyone else says> “. The end.
Or put another way, “What I see in the mirror I am as I represent another link in earthly chain of ignorance that extends back to who knows when and I define myself mainly by external things”.
Here’s a thinker for you though my friend, what you see in the mirror is an inverted reflection, make sense? That means that no one else on the planet actually sees that image as its flipped so right is left and so on.
A subtle yet ever present deception which means you’ve actually invested in an illusion, a delusion would be more accurate. In a nutshell most people think they are the flesh and then heaped on top of that are a load of other tales, some true, most false which influences how they think. Consider a kid, someone before they’ve seen 6 summers on the planet, ask them who they are and they will with joy point to their heart as they grin and exclaim simply “Me!”.
Notice the difference? Internal reference with its obvious simplicity driven as it is by the feeling of presence, the experience of being me. Like who else would I be? Take that same seed and fast forward twenty or more and we’ll see a laundry list of criteria, all of which are defined defined externally:
“Well, I’m a Doctor of Medicine according to my PhD but my degree was initially in Philosophy but lately Buddhism has been calling me as well as the whole gender inequality, so a male feminist certainly….”
And so on they drone, saying a whole load of nothing. Sending everyone to sleep, if they weren’t already dreaming, in this Game of Souls as lost sheep amongst the wolves who salivate with greed each time you repeat anything but “Me!” as the answer to who you be because that means they’ve won and you lost, lost your centre and that means instead of one there are two states living, eternally opposed and of course this leads to a conflicted life which means you are by definition weak. Hence the need for external reference to help shore up this shaky identity. Don’t believe? Here’s a clue, its literally spelled out as you speak:
Individual.
Tell me that isn’t you. “I don’t know what came over me!” “She’s usually never like this” “When he’s been drinking its like he’s someone else” and so on goes the list. Know why you never noticed it before? Because you’re a Slave and ignorance of Self is the nature of your business. Know everything about anything and nothing of your Self. Yes thats with a capital S and yes there is a difference. Speaking of capitals did you stop and think why anything that comes from the system and has your name written in BLOCK CAPS in black ink always, always, always contains a financial link, usually a bill? Try it for yourself, take your mail and arrange it in two piles. One with Your Name written like this and the other with YOUR NAME and you’ll see exactly how this dual reality principle is something they inflict on their Slaves blatantly and yet, most never see because they’re walking through life with closed eyes but convinced they can see perfectly well because of what the screen, the world and other people have said.
A Warrior on the other hand sees through these pathetic schemes and knows well the nature of the beast because if you ask them who they be they point at their chest, smile and exclaim “Me!” so happily as they are Centered in Self, the only place you can be:
Internally.
Once you get to grips with what you think is inside your head but actually isn’t because your awareness has no end and thus everything plays out within its presence things suddenly start making a lot more sense. This is how you transcend, did you notice them doing it again? To End the Trance one must transcend and yet each time you walk through a door you’re Entranced again…
Its why I say freedom is an inside job because you’ve got the key but can’t see the lock. You feel it for sure but without words there is no frame of reference and nothing you can do beside serve your life sentence thanks to your ignorance of Self and the nature of realm where we find ourselves.
It is why it’s said that house divided can’t stand and thats exactly why Slaves fall for anything, time and again because they lack that internal strength and thus use shifting externals to define themselves. This means they’re the mercy of the realm as the elements can and will be flipped which often upsets their script as they bemoan “I don’t know who I am any more” and other similar things as they scramble to make sense of the shifts. A Warrior reads from another script, one he pens himself because one of the key differences between them is their role in land of the living because one is simply trying to get ahead. The other intends to bring not only their head but chest and abdomen as well as they contain within them everything you could wish and thus one is centered within and therefore defines himself, always constant, aware and present therefore unwrapping the gift of living in the moment and all the fun this brings.
These elements are present and correct in all human beings but, as a rule, Slaves never look within and don’t even suspect the presence of these energy centers and what it means to be a multidimensional freeing. Thats like a being, but different.
If you’d ask me previously I’d always said “Don’t speak about it, be about it” meaning:
Let the results talk. Be not one of them that flaps their gums without end and never delivers anything as they think words equal deeds when its no such thing in reality. On one level at least. On a higher plane the implications are immense because sound is what causes creation and its all about resonance but thats a deeper topic we’ll broach as we progress.
See, thats exactly what I meant. There is so much that I haven’t said on the web as I prefer to kick wisdom face to face because energetics is where I am and I can’t feel a thing staring at a lens or just tapping keys as there is no third party to engage with an tailor my message precisely in a way they can feel. Then again I now see this as a challenge because the fact that I don’t want to reveals that that is an area within which I’m weak ergo it would be in my best interests to make it a strength therefore I’ve decided that from today I shall update this site daily with new content for the next twenty one days. Lets see what happens but for now back to the topic in hand:
The reason I don’t speak but do to show and prove has little to do with me and much more to do with you. See when you know the shadows depth and perceive the selfishness that resides in the chest of most people in this realm its best to keep your cards close and plan ten moves ahead because your friends may do you in if they feel you’re a threat, or that girl batting her eyes may be there just to set you up to get rolled by a hidden team of foes. Not to mention that jealously is such a thing and if you’re being honest with yourself you’ll know your friends and family don’t really want you to progress and outshine them because of what it says about their self esteem and position where they sit when it comes to social dynamics of existence. Everything is interconnected:
Its very strange because I always celebrated wins like it was me who bought the Benz, the new business or mansion. Often I was happier than them because it makes me buzz to see people ascend and unwrap their potential and genuinely thought the world was like this as well. It is. For a while. If you’re all on the same plane with the same resources and playing the same way but woe betide one who decides to flip the script and do something completely different because then they’ll take that as threat. Especially if you do it well as they force up a fake grin and inside pray for your end. You may say “No, not my friends” but I assure, them as well. Its a sign of the times. Its the nature of the Game. People need you stay in the box within which they placed as that is how they they rank themselves. Upon this fundamental is modern civilization built.
“I am fat because she is thin” “He is poor because I am rich”. Its a very simple algorithm that runs in most peoples heads and when I became aware of this I realized that a lot of folks run around with a nagging emptiness inside their chest and thus are totally uncentered. Then it all made sense. Why I was not like them and they weren’t like me. We have a tendency to project out reality onto others as we expect them to be as we are and this is what the Bard means when he speaks “One can smile and smile and be a villain”. Indeed. That I can confirm with certainty because like I said in my last thread we’re stuck in a realm where we wear masks to fit in and because no one questions their presence we all act like its normal even if we don’t feel a thing within. Except bitterness and hate which is the defacto currency these days even those most will never admit as they are manufacturing proof as they lie to themselves.
Where were we? I got sidetracked with this. Oh yes, I used to be “Don’t tell anyone a thing and let the results speak for themselves“. If you’re fat and tell your friends (who will most likely be fat as well) that you want to lift and get thin they’ll ridicule and discourage your intent because of what that says about them. If on the other hand you start eating less, getting some exercise in pretty soon you’ll look trim and they will notice and either want to join in or keep doing what they’re doing. No friction when the acclimatization slowly kicks in as they adapt day by day, like live frogs dipped in to a pot filled with water which is chilled and then turned up in increments.
Grizzly visual for sure but it accurately represents what is happening on this planet during this controlled demolition designed to usher the new order of the ages in. Funny how back when this was seen as tinfoil raving and now the same terms are said by heads of government and the events are rolling out just as predicted. Validating in a sense but also sad as well because the collective could leap and save themselves due to their powerful legs as they surely feel the heat but would rather just sit within, getting cooked due to their ignorance.
Sidetracked again, you know I can’t help but sprinkle wisdom whilst we get to where we get. This time I’m trying something new which is a public challenge.
Here I’ve already stated that for the next twenty one I fully intend to push new content on to the web in order to enlighten those who browse this site with my own perspective on things. This should be interesting because I’ve been meaning to do this, after all its called willhelp.me for that reason as it does what it says on the tin and as I said previously:
Thing is I’ve been handling so much in the flesh and spiritual realm as well that this whole thing with the net has taken a backseat to my adventuring. That isn’t really fair on the rest of the world as they need to hear the message because many are called but only few choose themselves as its easier to be Slaves and play the Game as they say than rise to the challenge and unleash the Warrior within. After all, what do you have to lose beside the fear of fear itself?
Now this is an interesting diversion so lets ponder for a moment because I’m sure it will reveal a great deal about yourself. The coward and the hero feel the same thing, they are both afraid in the moment but its their actions that are different and that is what defines them. From what I’ve seen of the general populace, entrained as it is by Learned Helplessness, is that they’re not afraid to lose as much as they are to win. Can you picture this? If you did then you’ll see how it loops back entirely to their social circle and how so few people genuinely want to see you better yourself.
Well, I do. And you will. You know why? Because I believe in you like I do in Self and if you weren’t capable of it you wouldn’t be here reading this rambling rhetoric in which I laid out my intent and threw down the gauntlet to challenge myself by doing the exact opposite of what I’d did previously. So now that that is said I must fulfill my bit and upload something fresh and tasty as one day turns to the next for an entire twenty one in sequence. That really is something because my updates have been sporadic at best since the inception of this project which is why I asked myself:
“How can I change this into something more attuned with being the best version of me?”
And voila. This is what you see, what inspired me to tap the keys and create what you read upon your screen. A prelude so to speak and now my intent if out there and I must deliver, on time and promptly, and this serves as testimony.
A man murders another in ancient times. The only witness to the crime is an actor. The courts of the day shake their head and say “Nay, for he is a professional liar and we can’t be certain of the truth he’d state”. Makes sense when you think about it because its all literally a huge charade and these folks are masters at making it seem one when it could be something else. The better they are the less evident it is.
What does that have to do with Will Smith having to rock Chris? Perception can be easily tricked and the real deal, on and off stage, is most certainly not what you think. Sure there are certain aspects that can’t be denied as they’re self evident because coming up as kids our role models are parents and they form the blueprint for roles we either accept or reject. Everyone is an actor in this sense because men have three faces in this realm:
One they show to the world, one they show to friends and a third they never reveal to a Soul. Not even themselves. This is a great tragedy as its the truest representation of Self and thus people are doomed to live their lives in ignorance of the magnificence within as they attempt to fill a paradigm they didn’t design and thus doesn’t feel real or authentic. Actors in every sense of the word and the world is the stage thats set, ready for their performance.
Every once in a while however,the masks slips and this is what we witnessed and its whythe whole world drew a breath and didn’t know what to think because Will has always been “safe”, in the sense that he came up in an era when rap was first starting to kick the doors of mainstream perception in with its street poetry laced with threats that many of the artists actually lived. Smith on the other hand was the opposite to this as he was comedic, non threatening and entertaining as well. A mix thats sure to make people invest in the image he was only to happy to sellbecause it was the soul he wished to possess. But that wasn’t the hand he was dealt but an attempt to edit the narrative that was already etched in his awareness before he turned 6 and by 10 was cemented in, just like you and everyone else who lives the life unexamined, as its upon this rickety foundation your house of glass rests which is why the world is fascinated with this event. Not because of Will but because of what it says about yourselfbecause there, in the midst of the chaos within there is something silent that identifies with the act, the actor and acted upon because pressure needs a vent and in the Game of Souls they’ve been turning up the temps since way back when so its evident someone will trip, short circuit and flip the table containing the image they’d been working so hard to build. If not to convince you then at least convince themselves.
Will, my motto is there are no accidents, only opportunities, my friend. We both know you should attempt to parlay this into a Presidential bid and get into politics because Reagan already set the precedent and you’ve both got intimate knowledge about the fake aliens. Anyway, that’s as and when because I say that to say this:
Denzel Washington was present and correct and he knows the Game well, as well as the nature of system we’re within but he plays it closed lip to the public with advice given only in private as well as the occasional hint to those who comprehend why he wasn’t recognised till he was cast as villain when there are far greater roles he’s bought to life with his talent that were never even considered or in the running, making sense? Maybe if he’d worn the dress things would’ve been different but “The N They Couldn’t Kill” was always too smart to compromise himself and sip from the poisoned chalice they gift in exchange for making you rich.
See at the end its all about corruption and the exploitation of broken Souls who run out West seeking something they can’t give themselves:
And like a pimp with his hoes, they know all the tricks and there is nothing, not one thing which isn’t significant because everything has a link in a world where energy is ever present. What are the chances of Chris making a documentary about Black women who want to straighten their weave and fit in with Becky’s image because thats what “the good hair” is and then bumping into Smiths will like this?
Putting in perspective this is akin to Wayne Brady questioning whether he’d have to choke a bitch because its so out of character but then thats the truth, isn’t it?
There is the first brick, usually instilled by parents which swiftly chips at your innate “I Am-ness” as it now has to justify its existence whereas before it was never even a question as my radiance is testimony to my alignment as evidenced by my innocence as I’m fully connected to my inner sense. This is the great secret of why children are born shiningand become as dim as their parents only to do it all again and why everyone feels like something is missing from their lives that was once present but they can’t quite put their finger on it or say what it is. It’s the Process, as designed by the System. What you think the Game of Souls doesn’t have a vested interest in managing your perceptions and how you think? Why wouldn’t it be? After all it all takes place in your awareness so one divided against Self can never truly rise nor become a threat and thus you’ll spend your life investing in a range of foolish things designed to distract yourself from looking the only place it can begin and end:
Oh, now that is something but its beyond the scope of this at the moment but I had to sprinkle it within to give you something to think because the cautionary tale of Will Smith could become a vehicle of enlightenment for all those suffering due to the inculcation of mass ignorance that defines the current paradigm because your greatest ally is within, as is your true opponent. Most never question, never venture and thus don’t know the difference as they hop from the light to dim then back again in a curious strobe effect without questioning the narrative that usually says “You are useless” “You need more shiny things” “If you’re really nice to everyone they’ll think you’re that within“.
These words are actually based inthe energetic imprints of your parents as a kid, both what they said and what they felt because a child’s sensory world is exquisitely rich and detailed before the intrusion of the System that is swift to kick them down a notch or ten as the training process begins via the educational tricks which are designed to bore you into submission and reward your repletion of whatever they wish to inflict as the current narrative. reality? Hah, it doesn’t come anywhere into this because strength is ignorance and slavery is freedom. Especially when the chains are jingling within and people are scared of their inner realm.
Getting back to Will it goes a little something like this:
Kid is born overflowing with talent, confidence and presence (as everyone is who steps into this realm). The child is alive in every sense because they are fully embodied and present. Thing is their parents glow is long dimmed and what they see and witness is a threat which shines light into the shadows of their inner realms where the ghosts they tried to silence are suddenly given presence and, in their ignorance, they project this to the kid who they see as the irritant. Don’t worrythis process for most is totally invisible but its exactly how it is. Its why one can be the golden child and do no harm or ill because they have learned to fit into the mould of what is expected and thus are ensured to end up as miserable as the ones who birthed them due to the nature of the mimic who forgets their own inner realm in order to pretend they can fit into the reality box they’re expected to sit to ensure another comfort with them.
Does it make sense why the world is the way it is? Driven to drugs, distractions and drinks? When this doesn’t work there are always plenty of other things but the last place people will look is within because that would mean ripping up the foundations to see what is and what isn’t. Let me make it nice and obvious:
Imagine you had to live a script that was written in scrawled ink by you as a kidbetween the ages of six to ten based on your experience up to then. Keep in mind that sensations are way more intense. If you’ve been on the planet for the same amount of fingertips extending from one wrist then the scale of relative impact is immense when contrasted to someone who has lived five times more experience and became exponentially more numbed in the process. So what is another day at the office for parents can carry horrifying implications for the child within the family environment as he links that and that and this to something wicked and thinks “I don’t want to be like this.” and thus negates an aspect of himself that is authentic but will never be expressed, pure and direct, as self deception kicks in and it becomes something else.
Consider Michael with Joesph, a man who was loud, domineering and arrogant. Simmering with violence and the barely masked threat of “Do it as I say, or else…” and then think of MJs almost complete absence of masculine presence and wish to escape into fantasy which became the secret of his success as well as undoing and you’ll get a glimpse into Will.
Most stars are one of two things.Military kids or regular civs who were born with talent. Both are broken within which is just what the pimp expects because how else would he talk you into selling your flesh and bringing home the bacon to him? The System is a very ugly thing but its upon this premise the entertainment edifice is built and its required to keep the Slaves from revolting as well ensnaring those who actually came to this realm with a mission to uplift into a paradigm designed to weaken them and steer them in other directions. See the next head of the New Afrikan Panthers as a kid and how he died before twenty six by being railroaded into a script designed to perpetuate ignorance and the destruction of those he wished to uplift. Yes, its Mr Thug Life himself aka the third participant of Will and Jadas relationship but that comes later as we delve into what tipped the Fresh Prince over the edge and made the whole world sit and scratch an itch in a place they’d been reminded to forget and now simply can’t quit until they get an answer to what this is and represents.
Ain’t that something? The boys just managed to whip up a treatment for alopecia and then we have the whole world transfixed on Jadas bald head. You can’t buy this type of advertising nor how it penetrates and links patterns in the Slaves awareness because the Game of Souls at its core is about energetic influence and ensuring the players ignorance of their true magnificence because this makes the tills ring and keeps them distracted as those who look within and become activated quickly find something that can transcend all this. Get it? Trance end aka bring the dream you’ve been sold to an end so you can see the real image but this involves a strength most don’t believe they possess due to learned helplessness (Which I covered in this bit).
It truly is sick, evil and twisted but lets get back to Will, lost in the whirlwind, which is ironic as thats the place its at is calmest and I’m willing to bet it felt quite magnificent to get a glimpse at his true Self as Chris took it all on the chin.
Can you imagine how that felt for someone who is autistic? Its hard enough getting from A to Z as an emotional dyslexic as the context is all stripped and details not rendered in but best believe it becomes obvious when your head starts to spin and, get this, everyone is comforting Will whilst ignoring him. “What part of the game is this?” he thinks as he scrambles to pick up the unravelling strings in order to stitch the tapestry of his awareness into a coherent script. Speaking of which there is talk that he improv’d it whilst others say it was written. Strange methods of obfuscation like Will was asked to leave, no he wasn’t. All of this at the time when it was the first all Black production of the Oscars which, ends in the immortal words of Rick “They should’ve never gave you Ns money” because this is what happens.
Truth is its perfect for them because it most certainly is a black and white thing, no matter how badly hidden because the nature of yin and yang is what powers this realm but thats deeper on the metaphysic tip and we’re currently talking about Will:
Almost the best and closest to the worst day of his life at the exact same time so much like Denzel who won by playing the villain, and that alone should give you the hint of why everything in the world softly sings “Black = criminal” because that helps the “White = pure” narrative, as discovered by Malcom X when he first started to think and question the nature of the script within because he realized it wasn’t written with his best interests and felt, for the first time, the bars of the Mind Made Prison within which you currently live, in a state of desperate ignorance.
Like I said its all linked, everything is built on one pattern and when you master this knowledge the lotus of wisdom blooms and your awareness shifts beyond the surly clutches of the third dimension within which you’re currently trapped, a stranger to Self. But enough hints about the business of living and lets get back to Will:
As a child to feel defenseless and powerless as your father attempts to kick your mothers head in leaves an imprint in which the inborn spirit does shift from Victor to Victim because you feel so useless and helpless in the moment. And thus are shaped the bricks people use to wall off their feelings but just because they’re buried alive doesn’t mean they’re dead or that they won’t surface because this is what we saw that night with that event and its the same thing that resides inside you, at this moment.
Will didn’t slap Chris because of what he said. He slapped him because of what his Father did and the immense discomfort this brings raging up to the surface causing the mask he’d worked so hard to build to slip, which isn’t surprising because for the few its been open season on Will as the clown prince of cuckness as the whole world has been up in his biz and all the dirt that got dished as the world “entanglement” entered the collective consciousness.
Its the same reason parents go out to work, have a hell of day, miss an appointment, get let down on this, misplace something and then get out to their car to find a puncture to fix as it rains and they forgot their umbrella at their apartment. Forty five minutes later they come home, drenched, and just at that moment their kid spills a drink near the TV set which gets wet and they start wailing on him to vent their frustration as the crime and punishment have no link as one is small yet the reaction is immense.
Same thing with Chris.
We’re literally witnessing the human condition as it stands at this moment play out in the flesh because remember what I said:
These are actors acting an act and thus the most ignorant of Self because their entire business is pretending to be someone else and no one in their right mind wants to do that. But when its the only option left then off to tinseltown you head where they’ll pour fuel on the fire of your lack of confidence. Build you up to tear you down and build you up again, all the while profiting from your pain and suffering as you are forced to lie to yourself as you sit in your mansion wondering “Is this it? Really? All the blood sweat and tears for this? I don’t feel any different”. Its why drugs, sex and all types of excesses are so prevalent as well the risk of an early death because the environment is so sick. Its why Martin Lawrence said people were trying to kill him, why Britney shaved her head, why so many celebs seem like they’ve been taken to the edge and then pushed off it before being reeled in, repackaged and sent out again.
It an old pimps trick thats been working wellsince the inception of the Game we’re living in because traumatic imprints can be used to direct the behavior of the ignorant and they’ll never comprehend that their true enemy is within due to the clever system of exploiting their weakness.
For a moment think of this:
Before the Smith went to work on the Rocks visage there was a similar incident in which a German comedian met the five fingers of a rapper who said “Everyone has a plan till they get slapped like a bish“. Realistically, what are the chances of that happening? Actually forget that, what are the chances of this happening:
If that doesn’t give you an immense hint about the business of living and true nature of this realm then maybe you should slap yourself and try and loosen some of that ignorance that holds your awareness in such a firm grip because I don’t believe in coincidence but resonance is something else. Synchronicity is when the universe winks its third eye and hopes you catch its drift because there is a benevolence that never left and always wants to help but can’t directly do a thing until you do something. Such is the nature of free will but Im getting metaphysical again. Sometimes its hard to stay locked into this realm when you’ve tasted death and removed the lens from your awareness to see the Game as it stands and your position therein as the centre of everywhen, but it is what it is, you’ll take it how I give as thats the only way I know to enlighten your darkness because that like this, is all interlinked.
So lets just look at this:
Different actors, same script, different motives, same ends. You know what the silent message is? “Comedians, shut your lip”. Way back since when it was all “Off with his head” the court Jester, the Joker in the deck would sit next to full house filled with royals and bootlicks and tell it how it is. He bought the levity and reality to their otherwise sycophantic experience thanks to his brevity and wit that expressed what everyone intuits but no one has the balls to admit. That is the power of comedy, my friend, and when one looks around at the general absurdity that is given official stamp and license and one cannot criticise or even question then you can see why this is a hint to those in the business of making amusing observations “Best watch your lip because now isn’t the time to make a quip”. Otherwise those who veer off script may experience an “Off with their head” moment like JFK once did. What is wrong with this pic?
The precedent has been set and this marks a new limit about what can be said when it comes to comedians being able to even make the attempt at joking about events. Its all due to Dave Chappelle who saw the System for what it is and they tried to flip it on him and say he was smoking rocks and things only for him to triumph on his own terms and ride the edge of current affairs with a razor wit that is so impeccable they had to send the message to those within their paradigm that “We have ways of dulling your edge”. Oh I’m showing you the business, my friend, because the true gangsters aren’t rapping about it in the Top Ten but chose to sit instead behind the lens and this brings us back to Will:
He can, if he choses, go independent but that won’t happen as the screws are deeply within him. Damned if he does and if he doesn’t? Dammed as well. They certainly enjoy these kind of double bindings in my experience as my head was filled with them as well until I exorcised their presence so know this fully well. They turn you against your Self and you’re so busy fighting within, in a war that you can only lose if you win, that you never even stop to pause or think “Who profits from all of this?“. Not for nothing is that word spelled different to symbolize the presence of one here to offer guidance from a higher plane of existence. Isn’t that a strange thing?
Just like most never click that a “Tell Lie Vision” does exactly as promised and yet people heavily invest in this false image as the real thing and the web just ensures this hits the pleasure centres up so quick that most don’t care what the content is as long as there is a fix which is why its all got so narcissistic and vapid due to the total lack of depth.
Junkies and addicts can’t be counted on to do whats best for themselves when they’re in grips of a compulsion that feeds on their destruction which is, paradoxically, a way of preserving the little integrity they have left. This is the same war that rages in the heart and chest of 81% of the planet, even if they’d like to pretend they weren’t damaged way back when their world was blown to smithereens and slowly but surely they stopped the feels and this is where movies stepped in to fill the void.
A rather cunning ploy to temporarily fill a hole with a little of what you want and a whole load that you miss because a good show is entrancing and its with this they rewrite your script. Next comedian who says something you deem as insensitive will now be met with a “He should button his lip before he gets smacked in it” and thus the greatest tool in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed. Knowing your inner realm means you become a threat and this is where you tread on the Path of Power instead as that means coming face to face with your inherited ignorance, seeing it for what it is, dismantling the walls you built around the radiance in your chest in order to fit in to the script you’re parents were already living, like round pegs in square holes, deftly hammered in to something most unnatural.
This is your world, this is how it is. There is way more we could get into but first just take a few breaths and feel what I said within and if you can’t do this then that should give you a hint of why this situation played out as it did and why its actually an immense gift to the entire world if they have the presence to unwrap themselves and feelsee within. If not it will just be another click that adds another layer of censorship to the last truth tellers left which was also why dislikes on YouTube came to an end because there are many methods to achieve one goal and those who fall once and chose not to rise again become victims of the moment and thus the lies they tell themselves cause them to spin the masks I said:
One face they show the world, one face they show their friends. The last they hide from everyone and yet its the one that truly represents the Warrior within and by embracing this you become a victor as his motto is “Fall down five, get up six” and thus he conquers his ignorance by bringing light to the darkness within thats got him living a script that was penned by a kid, written in pain and suffering, thinking there was no one to help when in truth you are something so special and magnificent that I fully intend to help you transcend and see the Game of Souls for what it is.
Achievement or fulfillment. If you could only have one, which one would you pick? Stop and see the spell, then tell me what you think:
Achieve or fulfill?
Can you feel it yet? Well “ment” is of the head, the question is whats in it then? Achieve to me is of no interest, so I’ll leave that to the rest. To fulfill however… Wow that is something else. My cup overfloweth, so full I can fill yours to the brim and together we all drink.
Can you imagine a world like this? Well for one thing you wouldn’t need advertising as there’d be nothing you could sell to those who aren’t walking around cold with a sense of emptiness within as they think “It shouldn’t be like this”, but don’t say a thing, so they bear it in silence. With a fake grin.
Victims of a prison, that they were born within thanks to their parents and those who came before them, in the literal and metaphorical sense, that never stopped to think:
“Fulfillment or achievement?”
What a tragic thing it is to have inherited ignorance and follow in the footsteps of them that deeply felt a sense that something was missing and yet did nothing to prevent their children from the same end. Nay, they in fact encouraged them:
“Go to school, make something of yourself” which translates as: spend your days doing what you hate in order to pay the bills and service debts incurred trying to impress others trapped in the self same web that spins the Mind Made Prison, most try hard to forget.
Fulfillment marches to the beat of a different drum. One we’re all born intuitively in step to, till life does a number and capitalizes your name by which I mean to say:
Go and look at all the post that came, then into two piles do arrange:
One written in all capitals and the other has mixed case because you’ll notice something strange, a way of telling whats inside before you’ve even glanced at the page. For every rhyme there must be a reason. Can you tell what it is yet?
Fulfillment on the other hand has no need to impress. It knows from its depths a simple truth that life will try to hide, yet each child is born living:
“I’m amazing”. “I’m really something else”. “I’m going to do great things” and yet so many of them go on to achieve little more than capitalized bills, in a dead end job with a repetitive life as they spin corporate wheels and try to numb what they can barely feel. They once dreamed of escape and now happily suffice with a little bit of peace, distraction and entertainment
Bread and circuses rule the day and on the global plantation most are simply Slaves. Programmed to obey and believe straight up absurdities as their once colorful inner realm gives way to shades of gray until they find themselves in a dark place after which the raven says:
“Never more”.
And that is the entirety of their stay. From born till mourned, as they were full when formed, like we all are, but only very few manage to keep even so much as a drop once they get this far along. Such is the nature of the plot. So they’re driven by a thirst, one that nothing in this world can quench. On the contrary, the pursuit actually feeds the inner emptiness and makes it worse.
What a quandary. What a pickle, the entire race is in because here’s another secret they won’t preach in their system:
If one is suffering across the planet then collectively we’ve failed and that in turn unleashes a protocol that is now the stuff of legend but can, and will, one day rise again. Yes, we’re living in strange times. That much all can comprehend. But so few wish to do what it takes to make that change as it means looking within and they’re deeply afraid. Scared to core of what insight may bring because they’ve been conditioned something vicious to think of enemies as friends as they know nothing about themselves and only what was poured in to their head as their awareness was learning how to take its baby steps.
There was an experiment conducted way back when which comes to mind due to its resonance in which they took some dogs and locked them in a cage then tazed them night and day. At first they tried to scatter and seek means of escape but after a while they gave in and let the experimenter do his thing. Their will was broken so even if the door was left open they wouldn’t lift a leg to make a break for it.
That self same trick has been pulled on the populace who dwell in ignorance which is most certainly not bliss because they can feel it under their skin as they brush their teeth and pay their taxes that “It shouldn’t be like this” and “Something is missing from this pic”. And yet they will not do a thing.
Spirits broken. Just the same. Learned helplessness is the phrase and the cure to it is simple:
Take control when the opportunity presents. Wipe the dirt from your lens. Better yet throw it away and see the world for yourself. The true state of play. The nature of this realm. The thing I call a Game that you pay and play with your Soul because then you’ll comprehend why I say:
81% are Slaves
11% Slave Masters
and the remaining 8?
We’re enemies of the state. Literally and metaphorically in this case.
Warriors is who we are, so walk with me as I share my thoughts about this rock, flying through a vacuum called outer space, as it chases a fireball, which is, if you think about it, the base totality of your reality. In which you either play or get played.
You were born magnificent and that potential still exists within. The problem is you’re scared of it now because you’ve been dumbed down. Indoctrinated and driven half crazed by a combination of factors designed to keep you weak, entrained and lame. Much like those children born to foreign parents, in lands far away, who break their legs at a young age so they can generate more cash by begging as they prey on the sympathy of tourists so their family can survive another day.
Exactly the same.
The proof for what I say is literally staring you in the face because you feel it every day. All of those aches, pains and strains that seem to vanish only to re-appear again. But oddly in a different place, that medicine just can’t erase nor can your Doctor explain. I wouldn’t say its a conspiracy, even though you’d be aiming in right place. Its more akin to a tragic comedy of errors that you were born into and didn’t realize you could change. Just stop and think:
Look at the world and the people in it. All creeds, races, faiths, rich, poor, ugly, beautiful – throughout all polarities and frames and you’ll find one common thing running in their veins after they’ve spent a couple of decades in the Game:
They feel empty and unfulfilled, like “Is that it? It can’t be, there must be more to this”. Now I don’t expect everyone to get it. No no, people go to great lengths to mask this simple truth and the world happily obliges as it provides many forms of escape, distraction and entertainment to help scratch this itch whilst simultaneously pushing it below the surface. It’s quite a clever trick, where one hand washes the other as the cleaned pours dirt on it.
Repeat business, the key to any successful hustle.
And a hustle it is. In which, should you choose to deal with, you’ll always receive the short end of the stick but because you’re too entrained to think different you’ll not only put up with it, but glorify it. Like a Slave rewarded with a silver chain who turns to his compadres who wear iron and says “Look at me, I’m progressing, of higher status, oh this is all so great” when we, who apparently know freedom would look at them and say “Are you crazed? A chain is a chain is a chain, a restriction of freedom so it matters not of what its made”. They’d shake their heads in dismay because their internal operating system and yours are literally night and day.
The links you make, they simply refuse to compute because it would need them to rearrange their meaning, purpose and station as they gain awareness of the Game they’re playing. As well as the nature of ignorance as a weapon.
Admit it, to you that problem and its solution seems simple, right?
Except how can one born into bondage truly know the meaning of freedom as they are surrounded by a system that they will try to bolster their damaged self esteem by any means that are presented, as long as they remain within the bullpen. To illustrate the difference between what you and I think lets bring it up to spec as the whips and chains from back then have given way to new instruments which achieve similar ends on this global plantation we’re living in:
“Look at me, I’m progressing, of higher status, oh this is all so great” you exclaim as you find out you’ve just been approved for a mortgage “Fixed rate” you say with a smile on your face as your friends all congratulate and prepare to celebrate “Yay, you made it” they say, whilst I look on, unfazed, and exclaim:
“Are you crazed? A chain is a chain is a chain, a restriction of freedom so it matters not of what its made”
Are you starting to see the nature of the Game? Or are you a happy Slave?
Like I said earlier this is but one facet, a small drop to drink from what is in fact an ocean of awareness in which I swim and call home way beyond this dimension whilst you, don’t. Yet. But might. If you want, as we roll…
I’m not saying what I say for you to agree with, nod your head and exclaim “You know that makes sense” even though a lot of it will. No, I state what I state to first and foremost make you think because that isn’t a crime, yet.
But will be soon enough.
The cattle are being herded along in plans that were laid well in advance by those who know your strengths, weaknesses, fears and doubts and tailor the story to ensure what comes in and what goes out fits perfectly into the box of the world. Odd because everyone is born circular, with no beginning nor end, totally encompassed within a sensation of connection until life pulls them in, squares them off and the new Slaves are formed into roles for which they weren’t born but were in all senses of the word taught and off they trot, like their parents before them:
Ignorance in human form. Believing a whole bunch of nonsense, because thats what they were told and yet they’ve never stopped and thought:
“Who designed the mould? Why do I no longer feel at home inside my body like I did when I was a kid? Why do my thoughts seem to hold me hostage with their words, feelings and pictures that I witness but can’t control? As I move back and forth to a tune not of my own but pay the piper nonetheless as I sweat, toil and perform for way less than I’m worth. What’s going on?”
If you’re scared, good. What you decide to do with that sensation makes all the difference because the Game is strange in that they hid your strengths behind your fears. Well placed, eh?
Who would ever think of looking for power behind what they spend all day and night pretending doesn’t exist and even if it did they don’t care “Oh look, something new on TV, lets binge watch this” then sleep less, rise and caffeinate into a job you hate. Only to do it all again.
Such an unfulfilling existence or subsistence better said.
That is how most of the world spends their daily bread, oddly consuming that to which they are intolerant as they lack all common sense due to the total abscence of its prime cause: Knowledge of Self.
Wave your chains high in the air, oh Slaves. Feelsee what I’ve said. Not just in your head but chest as well. Break the chains of self imposed ignorance that limit your awareness in this realm and embrace your true Self and all it represents.
Freedom is an inside job. But before you take this step you must realize that the death of ignorance can only mean the rise of wisdom in its stead because nothing can remain hidden if you dedicate yourself to searching for it in earnest. Then and only then will what I’ve said become self evident because I’m not here to offer mere words. No my intent is to get you on my level with the hope that you progress by rising to even greater depths and together we do it all again and collectively ascend.
Right now that may make no sense but once you comprehend that enlightenment comes by venturing into the darkness within yourself to see what you find in the dusty corners of your mind you’ll swiftly realize that polarities are part of the trick but you have to visit either end to find what sits in the mid and its from this point of perfect balance that ascension spirals and that is when the real fun begins.
Like a meteorite coming to earth that breaks apart as it tumbles and falls such is the story but in reverse of me having to collect my soul fragments. Near death takes a toll, you can imagine how that story goes because when fear, violence and dread kick in and you think it’s the end of the road then what was once whole is blown into a smithereens as you float there, watching the show. You can feel them go, its like the sun suddenly turning cold, the light remains but the sensation is no more.
Makes me wonder, is this how ghosts are born? Can’t leave as they feel aggrieved by what went on and because they don’t know they’re no longer in physical form as the awareness lingers whilst intellectual processing gone. In that sense it must seem like a dream, timeless as one witnesses scenes but isn’t seen because you’re immaterial. Thats the deal. But just like those nightly views they seem real and one is fooled whilst ones point of reference is within. Anyway, that was an interesting diversion we’ll return to at a later junction as a drunken sailor once shared a fascinating tale of the not yet dead and how it relates to the electromagnetic spectrum as what he did witness is the reason why he sips, in order to keep what remains of his marbles rolling around his brain as he tries to process that which neither fits in a category nor can he replicate or explain. What a predicament for if he says what he thinks they’ll claim he’s insane or had too much to drink but if he doesn’t numb himself to the pain it’s too hard to get through another day. A paradox indeed and one common among those who have such a preternatural experience and the alienation it brings.
Anyway, back to the recollection of my soul fragments. It went a little something like this:
From before after and during there were a stream of women who can only be called strange, in the biblical sense. Either something was feeding on them or through them beyond this realm but most definitely something was up because they were all, in one way or another, damaged specimens. The usual suspects reared their heads, the kind of symptoms one lists when red flags are noticed except here was a steady trail of them, a parade if you will and the thing about self destruction is it is exhilarating because at last you feel more alive than dead. Even if for a brief moment. Tattoos, excessive piercings, a proclivity for drugs, alcohol and sex with more than a dash of recklessness thrown in. Low self esteem, an overwhelming desire to please, manipulation par excellence, the creation of illusions inside your head with ulterior motives fully present as an elegant web of lust, deceit and desire was spun. “Come on in” said the spider “I’ve prepared the bed”. Come and bed most appropriate in this case as I came to recollect “This must be what he meant went he said” as I realized I too had been Dirty Diana’d.
Apparently it’s a common theme, one of legend which goes back to the Arabian Nights, the thousand and one tale which says the same thing. Of men who were beguiled, bewitched and waylaid as they were seduced and reduced from their original state into something that lacked the inner sensory phase to continue to hold the sway and influence they had on their awareness before they came. Yes, sex is an energy. Spiritual EXchange way beyond this Game. This is why the right kind of orgasm can liberate you from your mortal frame as an out of body experience. Except when its done like this and you regain your wherewithal the thieves have walked away with the temples greatest asset. Not for nothing in the old country did they say “She has taken my liver away”.
Not heart, no no, but liver. Think on this and what I earlier said about the sun which is only light but no warm sensation as well as Prometheus’ tale and you’ll start to perceive what I mean. Or maybe you can’t relate because like the Drunken Sailor some thing are way beyond the frame of those who haven’t played at the depths where you have so much skin in the Game that parts of you get held hostage.
No more bets please!
I knew intuitively what was at stake, I also knew I had no choice but to ride the rollercoaster I found myself on as getting off would certainly cause a tragedy and thus I set off on a series of strange events and even stranger women. I’m talking from all around the globe. Vancouver, Toronto, LA, New York as well, an Australian, one who tried not to pretend she wasn’t from Lebanon, Polish, English as well. I thought the ride would never end. All separate and yet all imbued with one drive, one presence, one intent. To take what they already had of mine and extract further still. To kill someone bleeding is nothing, so it seems, to make him die breathing is a thing of beauty if you believe and think as they think and do as they do. I know as I’m living proof.
I had to do the dance. It’s like the meeting of two thieves with both knowing the other has what they need with the intent to relieve, artfully, by any means. Better yet is if you get them to give you the keys as they turn off all the security because then, on a karmic level at least, no harm no foul in your scoresheet. Some of them are so deep in the Game and have no intent to escape. Their debt to the house is so great they are pretty much staff on a salary at this stage. Called into to act in various psychodramas as required to advance plot points in those who play. You’ll see why I call it a Game because once you’ve been where I been you suddenly notice the strings, on others as well as self which is why I think free will doesn’t exist. Thats a fantasy, one of many we sell ourselves and then manufacture proof for as we hide the fact that we lie to ourselves.
Think of the Dirty Diana ruse like the moon, there is what you see but the rest is hidden from view. Underneath this all there is the secret truth, that without you there is no them. At least in the illumined sense because they reflect the light that you present and thus its all an illusion, hence why they covet what you bring and wish to keep it for themselves. And thus begins the deception which can and does lead to illumination if you manage to regain yourself. Like I said in the opening, the meteorite coming to Earth falls into fragments ergo the soul that wishes to ascend must make a trip around the planet to visit people, places and events in order to regain their own elements then fuse and cleanse them to become once again whole, in a sense. Except its never like this. You only progress and things you’ve witnessed can’t be unknown as you develop a level of awareness which simply transcends, this is the realm of myth and why such imagery and allegory is the very fabric of the human experience, something we’ll look at in detail as we examine the stitch and script of how we came to live like this.
I keep meandering, hope you’re keeping up my friend. The reason for this is there are no natural straight lines in life you’ll find and thus the divine moves spirally. This I can attest, directly as I went from here to there trying to make sense of the events and people present as the implications I could sense were definitely immense. Some times I fell and tripped, others I skated with elegance, a few I was brutally efficient and in one I checked mate before they’d even picked up a piece. All in all it was good because I reclaimed the pieces of my soul and I hear you asking: “Give us details, what does this all mean? I’ve read a thousand words off the screen but I still can’t see clearly”.
See therein lies the rub. I can’t make you perceive what I feel. Especially when its ultradimensional and thus beyond the realm of 3D. Language is super limited when one ventures into energy but read the Arabian Nights as there is a tale that describes it adequately or take the metaphors and imagery I’ve served and allow it to marinate internally and if you’re meant to you’ll turn the key. Ultimately we all will play on this level, at this difficulty because the Game of Souls is nothing if even as well as scripted to a T, my G. Or 22/7 = 3.14 unfolding to unfinity, see what I mean?
No, of course you don’t. So let me break it down simply and in the process remove all subtlety and what it means. The previous stop of the adventure was a few summers ago and since I’ve made leaps and feel way more of myself than I’d been for quite a while as my liver is at ease and no longer tormented by the Promethean eagle as decreed. By your own thoughts, deeds and actions are you freed because that is all you control ultimately. Here goes:
Girl enters the scene having been prepped accordingly. She sidles in with a veneer of flirtatious energy because as I’ve said before they give to get and the bait is hooked before they stroll on the scene. See Buddha with Mara for an example of what I mean, it’s a tale as old as dirt and one all on the path to enlightenment meet with varying degrees of brutality. Oh the humanity! So like a game of poker in the flesh where either side wants to get what the other does posses the stakes are high as we dance as it’s an exchange of wills, intent and energy. “I’m going to L.A, Vegas as well and the Golden Gate” said she “I have a friend who went to China instead she made an absolute fortune”. Did you see it? No of course you didn’t but in that simple exchange the tone was set because it all happens in an instant and you’re either present enough to flip it or sit there later on wondering “What happened?”.
By going West you will always have less because that is where the sun sets, remember what I said about its reflection, warmth and presence? To go on a trip means you pay ergo you spend and gain the experience of going where you went. A Lost Angel is a misplaced soul aka the fragment I intend to reclaim from her reach – how it got there? Ask her parent, I say one as she hated the other to death, purely out of her own ignorance at what it was that placed her in the predicament she calls life and led to the steps which caused our paths to cross. Actually lets delve:
You’re playing pool, hit the cue which smacks red then yellow before another red sinks. Thats transference. The universal principles of spin, motion, resistance as well as the energy which animates them. Thats how all relationships and interactions are when broken down to their constituents. If a girl steals a warriors liver she doesn’t do it in the physical, unless she’s a honeypot organ thief with Scopolamine on her lips to give you a deadly kiss as you wake up in a tub of ice wondering how you got into this. Look, you’ll see the same images. Like I said, myths and levels all the way from now in Mexico to back then in Arabian desert. Energy clicks and clacks. There is an exchange, things are said with both mouth, mind and flesh and like a fencer you must counter with elegance or find yourself impaled on a blade so impeccability thin you only realize that you’re dead once you’ve been murdered in silence.
I know I’m not dealing with a person. Her presence is entirely irrelevant. Like flesh on a skeleton it gives it characteristics but its the bones which bring the heft and presence and thus its like I’m negotiating with a terrorist for the release of my soul fragment. Obviously they’ll never give it up because they’re only there to get more and if not a pound of flesh will suffice as they’ll add that to their war chest. And so we dance. For almost a year in this instance. The aim is simple:
I have to move around the pieces of the puzzle life presents as embodied by this woman by decoding what she said and meant in order to unlock the combination which brings the part of me she obtained via astral chicanery back into the fold of my presence. Doing that I’ve also got to avoid the abundance of rage, pain and shame she carries within and attempts to hide, even from herself. The latter emotion is the one that connected us as the last piece I had to collect was shame. Such a corrosive emotion as it destroys so many of its counterpoints easily. Say goodbye to serenity, trust, acceptance, joy and ecstasy as they are corrupted into vigilance, rage and loathing laced with grief. A part of me wished to help her, such is my natural state of empathy but I knew that its all deceit, even if the feelings are real as she lies to herself as much as she lies to me as the truth is too bitter for her to approach directly. So whilst I was lacing my game to reclaim the worst part of my history, personified as it was by the girl standing in front of me.
Here’s something to help you perceive:
I was also dropping insight on the way so she could also self free because I know she wouldn’t be there if she wasn’t suffering as much as me. We’re all broken into pieces. Everyone in this reality gets the rough end of a crooked deal because the stage at which we’re playing is all about feeding the beast and its desert, main course and entree are the same plus its always hungry. For innocence, that inner sense with which we’re born abundantly but few get to keep beyond the age of three. If you reflect, I’ve just given you the key, twist the lock and you’ll be free. If only it were that easy, like I said subtlety. All of which I’m mangling as I render into text the experience of her and me, the Dirtiest Diana most certainly.
You know how they say women with the lowest self esteem give you the best sex? It’s true because they think so little about themselves that they’ll willingly degrade and allow you to treat them like a hot mess just so they can think “I bought that pleasure to him, me, I’m something special”. Of course that never lasts because broken pots have sharp edges and beyond a temporary dalliance in which the sparks fly for a moment no man with an ounce of self respect will tolerate the baggage that comes with this so they’re dumped, fast and quick, the moment you meet a better prospect. Women in general don’t handle rejection well, especially when it comes from left field and this can actually motivate them to kill. Or at least think about it and here we meet. This was her internal state, written large across her face. So in effect I had to dance through a minefield without losing a limb whilst avoiding all manner of traps and various distractions in order to reclaim my shame which I’d then have to take home and cleanse, reintegrate and reparent to ensure my entire electromagnetic spectrum was once again present and correct. Except this time it had been raised an octave so it would be much more vivid and powerful, alls well.
There were various interactions, bits of this and some of that but the mate was stale. Like bread that had been sitting out of the wrap for so long it was about to mould on the table. Yes at 22 years old she was the most complicated I’d yet to beat which spoke volumes of how broken she was internally as I may have been fragmented when death came and visited me but she had been shattered and then the remains ground to smithereens and a kaleidoscope of chaos was all she perceived as reality. If thats all you see then thats what you create and leave in your wake. To me that means you’ve got a train wreck waiting to happen and the driver is drunk in the seat as she leans on the accelerator of self deceit.
Now stop and think for a minute, this is all unfolding in my awareness ergo she is an embodied personification of an element of me. Yikes! So glad I did the inner work needed to cleanse and heal because on reflection it was so accurate it’s scary as we are driven from beneath the surface via events and emotions we neither notice nor perceive as we act on their energy. Instead they poke and prod like a rider with a whip and we, as the horse, unaware of the manip run off, real quickly, in the direction we’re pointed which is why after we often sit and scream “Why did I do this?” as we witnessed how we just blew up our life into ever finer pieces.
Anyway, I had to think. I’m speaking to shame made flesh. A part of me I’d rather reject than accept and then it hit me. I’ve got to befriend that corrosive emotion and accept it as it is. And thus began my salvation which took me almost two summers to accomplish on this the final test, the boss stage of that level if you will. Instead of kicking philosophy and things from the realm of the intellect I went straight to the emotion because the reasoning being that if I tell her what my shame wished to hear from me it will instinctively reject not only her presence where it ran because it knew it would fit in and find plenty more like it nestled within her head it will transcend and thus come back under my influence, a healed soul, no longer a fragment.
This last part is important because it’s all we want on some level. You must accept as is to make it into something else. If you wish to shape a pot the clays presence is essential and how you spin affects the end of the process. Same thing here I came to realize so I spoke to my soul and told it I think its perfect as it is and truly meant it and this caused an immense and immediate shift because I accepted what defined itself by the feeling of reject. On the physical level the girl, possibly due to other things in her life beyond our exchange – like I said, she was a train wreck in a short dress with ink stained limbs that stood as testament to the hate for herself as piercings straddled her form as a socially accepted way to inflict pain on her flesh when she couldn’t place herself in situations to make herself someone else’s victim and thus could continue to blame them and rage whilst engaging in destructive habits all the while sending the message to her parents that “I hate you both but one so more I willingly desecrate what you made for making me feel this way” – she quickly started to change. Massive bursts of emotion, tears, withdrawn etc she was all over the place. A part of me was concerned for her safety, beyond what I had to reclaim because regardless of whats at stake there was a human being suffering and in immense pain. Sure some was an act, a pure display designed to manipulate as she could feel the fragment she had being wrestled away as my own presence held more sway and the rest was super real and plain as day as a vent for her inner state.
Things came to head when I flipped the master switch. Imagine a part of you that always felt rejected, something you never wanted and then proceed to fill with memories of bad events, people you don’t like and all sorts of emotions like this. How would that part feel? It would feel shame at existing and bringing you all of these ills. That shame could easily rage as it flips from here to there trying, and failing to fit into your idealized image of self. Just before that it all clicked, I had a dream she’d killed herself. Well almost as I came in to a building where she was hanging and pulled her down of the ledge, took the rope from around her neck and set her down before I left. Not a word was said during this sequence but I did notice some new ink on her chest, we’ll get into the drives of tattoos and emotional events somewhere else, that made me wonder about the mess I was in and the implications of everything.
As fate would have it, as it often did, she “just happened” to pop up at that moment and I said “I had a dream in which you had some tatts underneath your breasts” and she replied “Oh you mean like this” and showed me the same things. Now this was interesting, did it mean she was going to kill herself? Is that the implication of me regaining my soul fragment? That hate and shame are the only things keeping this poor wretch holding on to her flesh? In that case she could have it, if she needed it more and it would prevent the events I’d foreseen from happening because suicide is a tough thing to inflict, not only on yourself but those who remain in the flesh to pick up the pieces that are left and I simply couldn’t class that as a win, no matter what I’d get, even if I’d fail the test and would thus reincarnate again as you can’t get out of the Game unless you leave with all you came in. If you stop and think you’ll see I’ve just given you another key about the karmic nature of relationships. How many fragments are you unwittingly chasing from previous brushes with life and death? Could that be the reason you feel a nagging emptiness or why certain people you meet have an almost magnetic influence that makes you feel like more of your self with them than you ever could be alone? Are you starting to see the code that falls around and so few sense?
Anyway, things had came to a head and I was squeezed between a rock and a hard place. I’d been through so much since I was first tongue kissed by death that warm summer day over 10 ago that lead me to lose and gain things that would take a lifetime to explain to one who wouldn’t get as they lack the inner experience of non physical realms and here, it all culminated with this. It felt like your life or theirs, someone has to lose for another to win and it felt so unfair. Strange really because its not like it had been all above board and smooth sailing to get there but to have to face this. If she died I in effect killed a young girl who had just set out adventuring and was trying to come to grips with the pain she felt filled her from within and tucked away in her electromagnetic spectrum was a piece of myself that either may be the key that sets me free or means I have to repeat another lifetime in the flesh. Decisions, decisions so I think.
“What if I just tell her the truth? That I was broken into pieces by fate as my friends decided to murder me one day and chunks of my soul escaped, flying through time and space to embed themselves in a different range of ladies who embodied the vibration which resonates and I flew around the world getting them back so I may reintegrate their rays back into my solar spectrum so I may actualize my highest potent”
You know how crazy that would sound? What would I expect her to say? “Err, right?” with a confused look on her face. People don’t like the truth, as a rule, as they’ve been conditioned by lies as that is the nature of the Game whereas I realize that honesty everywhen is the only way to get out of this realm. As you can see there was a lot at stake and I’m up in a spot when she comes by with her friends, not a glance my way.
Ah yes, I know this game. The cats cradle meaning I’m here, just where you happen to be, isn’t that strange? But don’t think its anything to do with affection or because I want your attention. Those who own felines know this well as its their natural state in contrast to a dog which falls over itself to tell you you’re so great and how they’d do anything for you. Anyway, I’m getting up to leave after I’d been doing what I do and she says “I’m leaving, going away” with a strange look on her face. A part of me can already see the noose swinging as I dreamt of the other day. But then I remember, it didn’t end that way. I pulled her off the ledge and removed the rope from her neck and went on my merry way, yes, I did that happily and just like the dream had said there was silence there as it was today. Interesting, I think, but then roll up her friends so I asked the coven if they could give us a moment and at that she runs off to her car, wailing.
Now I was concerned. There was a part of me that thinks “She isn’t going to do it, this is all for attent and besides in the dream you saved her so do what you need to in this moment and redress the balance”. Another part of me thinks “Sure, go ahead. Gamble with someone else’s life when you could make a difference. See what that brings and if you could live with the consequence”.
I walked to the park and see her sitting in her car, jabbering real hard into her phone and then it flowed. Like inspiration from near and far, not how to kill two with one stone but how to save two souls with some words using the dual reality principle which I outlined at the beginning, where we say one thing on one level which has different implications in the next (see travel plans and the example I laid out at the head) so I grabbed the door, stuck in my head and said:
“We should be together”
and watched her face quickly flip through a Rolodex of emotions and I knew that I’d win, won and was winning. She wasn’t going to do anything, I regained my soul fragment filled with shame and left to get on with my journey of self healing. Case closed. The end.
If you’re wondering what I meant and haven’t figured it out for self then it goes a little something like this:
Parts of yourself that have been exiled generally fell like they’ve been rejected from your awareness and thus they dwell in the subconscious realm where they mumble and groan about why they live like this. As you can imagine they develop a victim mindset and that corrosive energy calls more to it like them from your life experiences that you edit in your head as you jettison events you don’t like into the abyss of your inner realm. This is why most people are truly frightened to look inside themselves as they’d have to come face to face with these ghosts who rattle age old chains as they tell spooky tales of events you’d wish would just go away. They are there, in each and everyone. Plain as day under the noontime sun as there is ultimately nowhere to run so they hide in your physical and cause the pain and torment your doctor can’t treat. The vanishing and re-appearing injuries, the back pain which knocks you out or the so called age related maladies. All are due to these emotions and states we disown as “Not me”. They have to go somewhere and often to express they are projected out into reality meaning the angry man finds people to make him rage, frequently and easily. The woman who feels worthless always picks out the men who make her feel weak and treat her poorly. Both get to keep on blaming others, the parts they disown get to speak freely, albeit through anothers energy and so on it goes.
Rinse and repeat.
My life was the same but more dramatic as you’ll see because I died in a sense and had to rebirth myself internal and eternally via the interactions I detailed on your screen. Now, the prime motivation for suicide is that people feel “No one cares about me. If I died no one would miss me. I’m a burden and I’ve got no reason to be”. The suicidee whilst still living rarely thinks to test this state of mind to see if it has any basis in reality and most people in their lives never reassure them of this need as they take for granted and assume you implicitly know how they feel.
On the flip, a part of yourself that felt so intensely exiled that it actually leaves not only your mind but physical frame and spins out as pure energy has the same resonance that “No one wants or cares about me” so it gets in where it fits in. Hence misery lxves company.
The antidote to both of these? Such beautiful simplicity:
“We should be together”
And with that I beat the toughest enemy whilst simultaneously making myself complete after a decade of wandering aimlessly as I put myself back together piece by piece. This is my story. This is where I’ve been so trust me when I say I’m well versed in all aspects of pain but better still I know how to create, or more accurately release, the joy thats within as that is our natural state of being and one if we employ then we all win aka the nonzero principle.
I am the voice of the voiceless. Those that still feel within, even though they live in this world of sin in which daring to be different is something they won’t let you think, let alone envision. Neither can you state the obvious about the madness within which we swim and how it’s evidently getting thick.
“Just shut up and obey” is the message they’ve been pouring into your head since you first were plugged in to a system that cares not one bit about you beyond what you can do for it. There it is, I said it and you know you all feel the truth deep within. The once and future King said a similar thing and they crucified him for daring to step off script and that is due to the way the world is because of the tyranny of evil men who exist purely to destroy innocence and promulgate foolishness instead so that those who still have a finger-hold on sanity left quietly question, to themselves “That can’t be right, can it?”.
Most dare not express that which shows they think different because it’s all about fitting in. Especially on the net where there are demons baying for flesh who look around for someone to avenge. When in reality its all about releasing the vent on their own inadequateness – that they’d never admit to themselves and yet is obvious in an instant to anyone who sees the real person behind the image – and not the all powerful creation online they’re digitally cosplaying as an adjunct to their futile existence.
In times of universal deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act. The thing is with that the very revolution is a trap as it rolls around the map and brings you right back to where you stand, ready for another lap. A perpetual motion machine fuelled by the ignorance of saps who know not where or what they are beyond the labels fed to them and programmed deep within.
What you’re looking for is a spiral. Involution beyond the flesh where each circuit lighting up brings a new perspect as you see through a clearer lens until at the end you ditch that as well as you simply feel everything with a vividness that transcends the split the senses bring as there is only one electromagnetic spectrum we dance in, one point of origin and yet there are multiple versions of self but only one true Self.
I came not to bow but to conquer my friend. Freedom is an inside job and I’m going to share the steps it takes to ascend as there is simply too much beauty within to spend your life surrounded by ugliness.
Nobody can help if you won’t let them. Man this was a hard lesson for me to grasp in this life as I’ve always done everything. Mine the gold from the ground, heat it up so to melt then form it into a crown which I then placed upon my head. “Me? Need help? Pfft, don’t be stupid” I said as I seriously considered getting my sweat glands removed at that moment before I realized thats how Bruce ended up dead.
I say that to say this, a single stick is weak. A bundle has great strength. But what do you do when your life experience tells you that most people are next to useless and even them at their best doesn’t match the dregs of you putting in next to no effort? What a paradox to find oneself in. Sure, this may reek of arrogance but thats only because your incapable of visualizing the targets which I hit. It’s common with high performers in this realm, this sense of isolation because mediocrity is what we’re trained for and its something so many accept because it paves the path the least reject. What they don’t tell you is that it leads to a town called Lack of Fulfillment, filled with people who have to live with this empty sensation in their chest. The nagging emptiness which hints that something’s missing from the deck. They’ll do anything to forget. So they drink, smoke, have sex, play games, surf the net, watch some flicks. Anything to ignore the signs of where they’re headed as end of the line says but one thing:
“You blew it kid. you had all the skills, all the talent and yet you picked the easy way out. No effort put in, a total lack of discipline. You’re a bum. Yeah I said it, go on get out of here, you stink”. I guess Mickey doesn’t lxve you. Stay down, you son of a bish. Or maybe he does and this is why he said it. Let’s say you heed the message and decide to pick up sticks and take a trek to greener pastures instead. You walk the path of thorns, they tear you to shreds and just when you’re thinking of giving in you come up smelling of roses which are spread upon the ground for you to tread. Suddenly it all makes sense. You wish for nothing else than for all to witness and experience the feeling of transcendence you’ve seen, been and are, eternally, outside and within. To share the same message and feeling with those living in Loserville with its rusty, dusty tenements and general air of filth and degradation. Cramped in to an urban jungle which is permeated with its own form of savage intent due to the lack of connection with their true Self and the richness that lives within.
See, the thing is you can lead them to thoughts but you can’t make them think. Thats an internal process and something they’ve got to do for self and in many ways reflects the opening statement of not bring able to help if they won’t let you. See how neatly that flipped? Man I’m really good at this, even if I say so myself. Now, is that stating a fact of another display of arrogance he said as he left the Land of the Plebs only to find the thorns were back again and this time they’d bought friends. Onwards he treads back to the land of rose petals which soothe his wounds as he sits alone in his kingdom, inhaling their fragrance, wondering “How can I make them get it?” to himself.
So take this as my request for help. I’m in need of assistance to share a message that can generate a sense of fulfillment that is so immense that your cup is literally overfilled and you wish others could drink from the plenty you feel within but the nature of this drink is it can only touch their lips. It evaporates in that instant as it’s only there to provide a hint that what he did you too can do for self. But who wants to walk on thorns? Leave the zone of comfort thats filled with all of their friends and so many distractions as well just to head solo for the hills? The thing is its only once you’re at the peak you recognize the Valley of Death for what it is and feel a rush of sympathy for those still trapped within.
Previously I tried giving them a fish, hoping the taste and sensation it brings would make it click. That just made them more dependent on my presence and I disliked it because whats the point in trading your own weakness to borrow anothers strength? They simply wish not to build and thus their temple languishes with no one to tend the light within. Such is the existence of those living in the land of unfulfillment. Entirely ignorant of the paradigm they dwell within and not bright enough to think of the world outside of the shadow play they witness.
Plato spoke of the same thing and people still don’t get it even though they like to quote and play with his concepts in an intellectual sense. But they don’t wish to live it. No, no thanks to the Mind Made Prison that keeps the plebs potential chained within and this is why I can’t bring myself to let them help, when all along I’ve helped myself and countless others emancipate themselves from mental slavery because, as Bob said, none but ourselves can free our minds.
It’s the mind state which defines everything. All I can do if offers hints and the process I myself used to get where I am today in the hopes to see you rise to the heights of your own awareness.
All that said, I relish the challenge it brings. See, I’m playing the Game of Souls on a far higher level than the rest because I intend to actualize my potent in the flesh in order to transcend the three steps beyond this realm at the end of my sojourn in the flesh as the ticket home comes at a cost and I’ve paid that to be the boss. It’s my head. My awareness. My presence. My gift. I want you to have the same thing but tailored perfectly to your manifestation in this realm so we can then trade experiences and build even higher on levels yet uncomprehended.
Me sitting here pushing the pen then publishing this on the web is akin to asking and simultaneously offering help. For now, it’s the closest I’ll get because I’ve got such high standards paired with not much faith in the average person who is stuck in a living hell and never thought “I should get out of this mess”. Instead they chose to decorate their cell and make it a more comfortable stretch as opposed tomaking a break for freedom by overcoming the warden who dared to imprison them in the first place in the psychosocial insanitorum known as the Land of the Plebs aka the Valley of Death or the cost one pays for being born in the Twenty First cent.
To get to the roses you must endure the thorns because they’re there to see who is true to the cause and who wants to take the trip that leads them beyond their self proscribed limits. This all comes down to a mindset. That of Slaves, Masters and the tiny fraction of Warriors that grace the plane at this stage. It’s to them I call out because they’ll get what I mean, no doubt, as they’ve thought it themselves. Spiritual evolution is a solo process which is paradoxical considering what you get is a sense of union with the source of all existence that manifests as each and everything, everywhen. Yes, even the plebs. Although they don’t realize this. Yet.
That is why its called willhelp with a me stuck on the end because as I said in my Statement of Intent, you are another meergo by helping you I help my Self and thus bring new wind to sails as the rising tide lifts all ships and one by one the self evident nature of what I express clicks and peoples inner glows are illumined once again. “Hello, my old friend. So nice to see you again” says their private realm as they step into its familiar newness “Yes, yes. I used to play here all the time. My, how long has it been?”. That is what I want you to experience and then tell me what you find within because unlike the Land of the Plebs aka the Valley of Death those who dwell as peak experience Kings (and Queens, the difference is immaterial as polarity doesn’t exist up on the hill) will do something different when it comes to raising the kids and that is how we change the world, by first changing ourselves and then listening to the fresh awareness they bring via minds unpolluted by the busines of living. That pure energy so foreign to this stale realm that still lives within the chests of all men and women who gave in to the adulteration process that made them shift into replicas without originals.Faux human beings decieving themselves. Tell me that doesn’t sould like hell?
What a bizarre paradigm. But much like a fish who is entirely ignorant of the water within which it swims, one of their own pointing out makes little sense as they entirely lack the same frame of reference as he who has been on the hook and escaped the fishermen after learning the lesson about bait which is designed to glisten as well the nature of the Game as enforced by the Mind Made Prision that social programming built.
Either way, this is happening. Take this as a warning and prepare yourself because I came to conquer, not bow or negotiate with terrorists who hold the whole worlds awareness hostage via the promotion of ignorance.
In this life your friends are actually enemies, and enemies best friends because one accepts your mediocrity where the other offers a challenge. Just as one avoids the soft spots whilst the other prods relentlessly in order to make you defend, rise up, gather your power and marshal yourself.
You see where I’m going with this?
Not yet?
You will.
See entropy rules the day in ninety nine point nine percent of peoples lives. It’s also why they’re dissatisfied as nothing great ever came from lying on the couch, passing time. Just as working nine to five always ensures you get less than your worth as you bake the pi of life and in return they offer you a slice. But thats another tale.
The seductive allure of the rut lined with velvet as it is represents modern life and all its convenience. We amuse ourselves to death with myriad distractions and things, all the while obscuring the fact that time is passing. Like an arrow it flies one way which, for most gets duller due to inaction.
Your friends encourage this. Misery lxves company says it best. “But what? That makes no sense. I have the best times with them. We smile, sing and dance among many other things, whilst my enemies make me wince. I feel sad and upset then my friends help protect, so prove what you said”
That is a challenge I accept. It is in our very nature to put the least effort in. We scrape by with the minimum for the vast majority of things. Very few attack menial tasks, like the cleaning of dish with wholehearted focus and laser like intent. Yet if they did, they’d discover something.
A vast reservoir of power that was there, within. Quietly awaiting for your call, to come to attention. This state is your birthright, your true inheritance and with it you can do absolutely anything. But we are so lazy. Creatures who enjoying comforting. Whether habits, shortcuts or excuses – we’ve wrote the book, because we can. And these are the secret codes so many live their lives within because “Everyone else does it, so I might as well”. Hence friends
You choose and coalesce due to the similarity of views. A commonality that runs through due to say, sharing a class at school and, for the most at least, we seek pleasure and attempt to flee from any kind of pain or injury.
Within friendships there is a subtle, often unspoken hierarchy as there is one who leads and others who follow behind he. Call it strength of personality, charisma, good looks or usually all three. Its the way that it is and will always be as most people are surrounded my averageness and mediocrity so the unusual and exceptional seems most shiny. The other side to the coin is no one wants to be alone, we thrive in company as the combined energy of two peeps is way more than they are singly and this multiples exponentially with a group, know what I mean?
The thing is that crabs in a bucket mentality that slowly but surely creeps onto the scene between repartee as envy is a thing that permeates reality. The same that liked grow to hate because they can’t be what you are effortlessly and this is why I say the best friend you can have is an enemy because they both carry the same hate within but at least the latter is honest.
They’ll tell you you’re a mess and how you haven’t done a thing yet when you’d rather sit back and look at your success. They drive you on to do more because we are naturals when it comes to being competitive. It’s a winners win kind of thing, if you aren’t you won’t comprehend.
With all that said, simply try it for yourself. If you’re fat there is a high chance you have fat friends. See what happens when you start changing your way of eating and how quickly the phone rings less. “Oh, she’s so full of herself with this idea to get into that dress.” “She’s not the same these days” are the kind of things they’ll say because you trying to change represents a threat to their unspoken hierarchy and thus their very identity.
What does this have to do with me and my NDE? Everything and nothing really, just another stream of consciousness captured for thee… If anything it represents a new beginning, see? As between then and now via the sweat of my brow and more than a sprinkling of metaphysical things I saw what kicks on the other end and then came back again with a new and improved perspective on myself and insights into the nature of reality as well.
If death isn’t the end then life must shift because so much of everything is built on the fear of an end or potential rewards we may get and thus the veil of ignorance can and must slip so that we catch a glimpse of our true self. Once you witness for yourself the rest becomes self evident and then the real fun begins as the anagram funeral hints. Just a little something to make you think…
