The day I won the lottery started like any other. I rose in bed, except this time I felt unusually refreshed whilst also being aware of a pain in my chest that signaled we had crossed a threshold in rest and thus began the process of connecting to Self which would allow true healing from my depths to progress. In a beachfront property I rest, floor to ceiling windows and the view from my bed is the best. The ambiance is as you’d expect. Natures rhythm sends you off with a kiss and then embraces you again the moment your awareness descends, back into this realm.
But, for the moment, I’m not concerned with this. I’m dealing with more pressing business. Lets look in. It is a dark night, the moon is conspicuously absent. We sense a man is therein, sitting on the floor looking East. Alive, totally present in the moment, waiting to pounce out of the darkness. Suddenly, a lighthouse in the distance kicks in and its presence illuminates everything with a slow measured swing. We observe the man, in a heightened state of awareness, simultaneously doing two thing. One, he is taking in his surroundings. Every single inch is sketched with each glimpse and two, he is rearranging what seems to be a jigsaw puzzle of many pieces, comparing what he has seen with the representation underneath. He senses your presence and notes your curiosity when he states, idly “Its a picture of this scene. Framed and shot perfectly. You don’t see even a glimpse of the white sands on the pristine beach. No animals, people or even clouds can be perceived.” “Then, what is it?” you ask hesitantly as he replies with a smile that you can feel but not see “Its a perfectly calm, tranquil blue sea that at mid point meets an identically hued and idyllic sky”.
Just at that point the lighthouse sends out another vibe that, for a moment, illuminates your mind as you catch a glimpse of the pieces and are mesmerized. To make this fit in the daylight would be a challenge, you surmise, but to attempt it at night via the random oscillations of a… “Madness, right?” the man says with a smile as he picks up and rearranges aspect of the image he is building “It had crossed my mind, its your life and you can choose how to spend it but I don’t get the rhyme or reason behind this” “Yes, I can see how it would make little sense but then you’re of this realm and I’m in it instead” “Meaning?” “Meaning by making it simple and flicking on a light switch then proclaiming “I solved the puzzle” defeats the point of this” “I don’t get it” “You will. Rememberas a kid when hide and seek was the thing? What if the moment you counted to ten you didn’t start gambolling, that way and this. Instead you whipped out your phone and tracked your friends handsets to find where they’re at”.
“What would be the fun in that?” you think trying to guess the point in all of this as you hear the soothing sounds of waves pouring in, the ever so gentle wind that keeps everything circulating and the presence of this man who sits anticipating the light to whip through his surroundings as the data pours in and he rearranges pieces at a whim. Trying to build something only he can see. “Maybe its how the rich be?”” You reason internally “After all this place had to cost a pretty penny and its said he did win the lottery so what if he does this because the regular way is boring?” “Close but not quite” he says and for the second time it feels like he was inside your head and more familiar with your awareness than you are in this realm. “Its a tad unnerving” you begin and then stop as you feel him grin because it means thats exactly what he intended “See, you accept. You don’t question, poke or prod, to see whats within. Why would I sit here, surrounded by darkness trying to build a complete image of something almost invisible and indivisible due to the subtleness it impresses upon the pieces I’m moving as I get a random glimpse of my true surroundings”
“Sounds like rich guy problems, if you ask me. The rest of us are just trying to stay afloat in this reality” “I got ninety nine problems but thinking I’m limited consciousness tied to flesh, stuck in the realm of 3D within which the crooked decree how you live, eat, think and breathe as they destroy the planet incrementally? No siree, not for nothing is it said that the meek will inherit this but ask yourself if you stand by and say nothing, living life as a pleb and then you’re dead when as remains are interred in earth didn’t you indeed get what they said?” “I guess” you said, trying to connect the thread in this stream of consciousness “And if they take all of the best, jet to the next planet and leave the rest with a depleted environment and broken tech so they can’t follow them to the next Garden of Eden in a continuation of the project which defines this realm then wouldn’t those who remain behind also inherit the Earth, albeit a bombed out hollow shell and not in the sense they thought they’d get?”
“Correct” you said, starting to draw the links “So in effect they delivered what was promised and yet that wasn’t what the others expected because they never checked the small print and thought they would get what they expected?” “Exactly that, hence doing a jigsaw in the dark in the presence of alternating cycles of illumination and ignorance because in reality there is but one chance” “One chance for what?” you request with a sense of wonder on your lips as to where this is heading “Why to win the Game of Souls. That is the puzzle we’re within and this below are the pieces I was given that I slot together to recall the vision of the correct order of everything in a way that makes senes and thus I can exit this realm with the only thing worth a thing. My awareness” he says then adds, sensing you’re perplexed “The words you’ve just read reflect a snapshot of the pieces I’ve been sitting in the darkness rearranging in order to get a glimpse behind the why and the when to the how and the wow which powers it underneath. Meaning the more light which pours in the more the picture may look different because the sky and sea are same hue its quite a challenge to stay cool but as each piece clicks I can intuitively feel which ones are positioned correct and which need more attention the next time illumination swings through the darkness. Its meant to be difficult because the challenge of the Game is designed to meet your current level of awareness, wherever you be, hence when you said earlier “Most are trying to stay afloat” some mastered swimming in the sea the diving deep, oh so free with no equipment there to ease their breathing underneath and thus life issues a new challenge to greet, which in my case was the complete and total transcendence of 3D hence I examine the piece, see how it fits, where it links, contrast that with the sensation of intuition which is the light that guides on in the darkness as I retrace my steps back out of this realm and to my point of undifferentiated origin and then back again, hence the shuffling, sitting in the darkness, kicking parables of wisdom to one who wishes to witness my way of thinking and existing”.
You stand there taking it all in as he smiles and says “Don’t worry, it will click when intended and then you’ll instantly know what I mean when I say the pieces feel correct when clicked so I can then move on to the next because in reality the image is pointless when we’re surrounded by darkness as feeling is everything but there in one must sift the difference with emotion which actually is, as I said, feeling plus a judgement which is akin to placing a colored lens on your eyes then staring at a clear light and proclaiming, with 100% certainty and confidence that it is red. Or blue. Or whatever hue you view the scene through. We both know it isn’t correct but a most deceptive elegance prevents most from comprehending this and they will fight to the end based on what they think because never once did they question the meaning of what the meek inherit nor the rest and never once were they promised the content of every book in the English language in exchange for their cooperation and expectation based on ignorance due to not asking the right questions in the moment before diving in as the small print is always what does you in. Feel what I’m saying?” he says dropping the final piece in as suddenly the room is filled with an immense glow that makes no sense and yet is still present as what was dark becomes illuminated then the whole nature of the Game of Souls becomes self evident.
There is a difference between “I” and “Me” none can see but all do feel because ultimately only the inner world is real the outer spiel when examined reveals the true meaning of wheels within wheels because you are truly far more than you’re lead to believe but relax now my friend its easy to transcend as a few shifts here and there can change everything by turning the base to gold allowing beauty to pour forth because all are born whole with an internal glow which illumines the globe the inner sense once known intimately present as it shall be again that is the truth we’ll uncover from within where it lies ignored as you earnestly pretend to be the I people think and wonder why no one gets the Me only you know best as they see not the whole just the elements you present “Look at me like this Think of me like that”
All parts of the trap the whole world is caught up in
In many ways this is the test yet so few are aware of it as they heavily invest in the face that reflects so many seem to forget that they aren’t in their head bank account nor flesh or anything else you could pick or point at
Pure awareness.
From bliss We came in bliss sustained to bliss We’ll return Once we have changed the world
Welcome to the Game where nothing is as it seems relax now I heard your silent screams and come bearing remedies by way of emotional alchemy that flip the script with ease because its all energy
Nobody is born phenomenal, we don’t start at the peak. Its a point that we meet after years of endurance, tests and often life getting the best of us in these attacks. Sometimes they come on all fronts, often they kick us while we’re down and herein lies the difference between the hero and the coward:
They both feel exactly the same, that they’re losing the Game, which isn’t by any means fair, its rigged what the hell, so who even cares? “It hurts, I’m in pain, I can’t go on, I’m afraid”. Its at this point however that their destinies split and it all comes down to one thing:
Mindset. It makes all the difference. The coward says yes, curls into a ball and weeps on the floor at the inhumanity of it all. The hero on the other hand answers the call, stands tall and keeps pressing on, keeps moving forward because he knows in the depths of his Soul he’d rather die on his feet than live on his knees. Do you see why I say its a mental Game because its all about how you perceive the signals coming in, decode then respond accordingly because excellence is like the peak of a mountain and much of humanity languishes in the valley, alternately talking slick about those who dare to think different and scale the heights of success – that is in any respect, not all battles come with spotlights and pay per views, some are purely for ourselves and the world generally hasn’t a clue about what you’ve done or been through – whilst they congratulate themselves for having taken a couple of steps or regale the tales of “back when I could’ve came up but, you know, I had to stick around and help get a cat out of tree” aka they were pussies because excuses are cheap and the facts stand strong:
Many are called but few chosen because like Napoleon we place the crown on our own dome as power isn’t given, its something you take. Whilst weakness is thrust upon and most accept it with a shake of the head at what could’ve been because the truth is even they are disgusted within. That is why they place such emphasis on other things as they know they failed the test and this is why the corkscrew peaks because the closer you get to success the sweeter they make defeat. Its easy to fall at the last hurdle when you’ve been battered and bruised mercilessly but that is when the inverse law kicks in and you need to double down and fight back harder than ever to beat… Beat what? I hear you say…
The only friend and enemy that ever exists is the one inside your head because unless you tame this beast he will make you his bish and run your existence from now till the end and even then beyond because you’ll be conditioned by the words which come from you at your worst, influenced as you were by all the hurt and the taunts, the jeers and scorns which the world heaps on all who are born into this beleaguered Game of Souls, with its heart is long cold and it wants the same for your Soul. To eradicate the glow so it can sell you a show in which the story of your life is written with anothers pen. Tell me that doesn’t sound like two steps from hell? Then take a look at your life and tell me if there’s a difference? See most people accept weakness because the Game conditions them to think they lack strength, will or resolve because it thats how it does whats best. Lxve is hate and so many things are far from what we expect when we transcend what keeps us locked in this dimensional experience that we were thrown in. And yet the key is ever present. Its no coincidence that Qi is energy, the Ether they tried hard to make vanish and a power which you yourself can find when you learn how to manage the way you breathe and think because both of these are actually reflections of the same thing and this goes back to the hero and coward because, bring it in to the physiological level, and you’ll see this:
They’re both on the canvas, both have taken some licks, both put up a good fight but we now see the difference as the coward believes the lies which the voice inside his head spreads as it amplifies his dread and dampens the fires within. look closer and you’ll notice he breathes purely into his chest, the ruler has abandoned the Lower Kingdom that lies near the belt as his diaphragm won’t descend and the interloper wages war, full steam in his head so he no longer claims the throne that sits empty in that realm as he escapes to the fort which he built in his chest in an attempt to keep himself safe from these threats but that in effect isolates him from his strength as his subjects witness their leaders weakness and thus turn on him. From that moment on this is how he must live and its a truth most cannot accept so they concoct so many tales that it would be amusing if it weren’t so sad that this creates the yoke which they then labour within for the rest of their existence.
The hero on the other hand is also half past dead,, but there is a difference which makes it all different. He knows his power is in his belly, he refuses to end the conquest which gives him the strength of the Lower Kingdom and he lies there and breathes, deep into his belly. the war in head still rages and the fort of his chest opens and directs the forces within to fight at his behest and they do, whole heartedly, because they see their leader is willing to lay it all on the line and stand tall when it counts and with this he commands, ready for one more bout and just that willingness elicits a roar from the crowd as they know, deep within, that could be them if their flesh was as willing as the spirit that animates their system, but, like I said, weakness is something they learned and most give in and thus have to live the painful lesson of being less than they could’ve been. His strength is long gone, pure will is now carrying him along because he fights not only external enemies but also the eternal, internal threat that requires constant vigilance and its at this point it all clicks.
“Can it be it was all so simple?” He says later as he thinks, there was only ever one opponent, only ever one battle and only ever one weakness. It was me and how I related to myself because if I ran then where to? How can I escape whats within but if I face it head up then all that seemed outside melts because its simply a reflection, or to be more accurate, a projection that originates within and then is seen again via a trick of the lense and perceived afresh without most ever making the link.
So he embraces the pain, finding a new strength which takes him to a place not marked on any map but familiar in its presence as he steps into the source of who he is, was and will be – in or out of this realm as he becomes the true player in essence and not just one whose played and this is where and how the metamorphosis to Warrior takes place because from that moment on, nothing is ever the same. It all makes sense, all the pain and suffering because suddenly you are translucent, the hardest yet most beautiful thing on the surface of the Earth that all wish they could own or possess:
A diamond in the flesh. And all of this is because you, like them, started as coal as well but took the punishment and never gave in or ceded your will to keep progressing up the hill of self directed evolution and the end result was nothing short of alchemical as you flipped what was soft, opaque and abundant into something hard, brilliant and rare but as the Warrior knows in his Soul, the fight doesn’t end there because now the next layer kicks in and this one is purely non physical where you in effect give birth to yourself to escape, forever, from this Game of Souls and it repeated life sentences but that is another topic. For now just rewind and digest this. Chew it slow, stop and think because I’ve just given you the keys to fulfilment as well as a huge hint on the nature of the alchemical process that ultimately powers all this. In effect its everyones inheritance, from the poor to the rich, and yet it sits languishing within so many lost Souls trapped in this Game, in a time of universal ignorance and so they will again unless they heed the lesson and choose to exist like the hero and keep on pressing, especially when everyone and everything says quit because the greatest loss in life isn’t death, that isn’t even the end, no the greatest loss is giving in. Especially when you were just about to win and all it would’ve took was a little more presence, a sprinkle of effort and dusting off your will and saying “I’ve got this”.
When life brings its test and adversity makes its presence felt it’s normal to feel like less as your heart thumps in your chest, brow fills with sweat as you barely sip in breath. The thing is this moment also represents a way to transcend the limits that you’d placed, as well as those you accept, on the unfinite magnificence known as your Self. Only he who rises to the challenge gets to unwrap the present and this is what unveils the gift, the limitless wisdom and boundless enthusiasm that swirls within. See, the thing is we live in a world which rewards ignorance, teaches you to give into your whims as it makes discipline seem like something that stinks when in reality its no such thing as its got an aroma that makes your mind think “I can do this” because, in times of stress, you fall back on your training and this is why I say its a gift.
People on a whole lack pretty much all forms of self control. Sure they learned to coordinate their steps and most manage not to defecate on themselves, thanks to the training provided by their parents. But that’s it. They teach them nothing beyond this and they themselves roll out into the world unaware of the ignorance of their potential which is why fate often chooses to bring the rain, sleet and snow along with plenty of wind to test the house that you built.
You’ll see them all around, sobbing as they sit surrounded by the rubble of their shattered building. Well straw and cotton would be more accurate as this is what they were given to form their existence with, something weak and never tested by parents who were either lucky and missed this kink or, mostly, totally oblivious and ignorant to the facts that I’m spitting.
See, it goes like this:
The wise man takes what works and leaves the rest. Damn tradition because that was then and this is now. There is a difference and only a fool believes things remain the same in a world when change is the only constant so why think like those who did not achieve a single worthwhile thing, if we’re being honest. Why would you wish to emulate them? So you can erect a shack that tumbles at the sight of an evil grin, a quick dig, someone telling you something you’d rather pretend wasn’t exactly what it is?
See, these houses are our psychological defenses which we go and hide within. A large group of them together is like an apartment building in which many live. Sure its noisy and there isn’t much space for free thinking but its also kind of nice as they all sing the same hymn. That is, till they don’t and, time and time again, thats where the badness kicks in but thats another topic we’ll examine as we progress.
Back on the singular level, lets zoom in on our titular pig. He stands there looking at what he had built and how quickly it was recycled and thinks “Nah, this isn’t it. Whoever thought straw alone could withstand the elements must’ve been quite stupid or lived in a time when there weren’t hurricane winds and torrential downpours that come and go in the blink. Global warming or so they said”. And so he sets off to build something else instead.
He looks at his goals, stay warm, stay secure. Then considers the world and between these two poles he pitches his tent, metaphorically of course, although there were those who came before that were far more in tune with their core and realized the true meaning and resonance of what we live within and how it either amps or damps the spirit but that again is another thing we’ll get into as we keep peeling the onion of life and relishing the tears it brings as it clears our vision.
What was I saying?
Oh yes, he must learn to cast a brick. To take what life gives and then bend it to his will with a sprinkle of intuition and intellect as we experiment with what we get as failure isn’t an option. Feedback here is the king. Such a simple switch of the lens gives perspect and he keeps on keeping on with his invention. Until one day it clicks, he looks at what he built and its perfect. All this time, the wind was waiting in the wings waiting to put him to the test and then swoops in, wailing and screaming hoping to incite dread. And yet nothing happens.
The pig sits within and thinks “Thats interesting as I changed how I think which flipped what I get and thus what was an obstacle actually became the path instead”. Even the wind can’t help but be humbled as it witnesses what he built. Until the pig has designs again “What if I could harness the wind?” he says, as he sets off to invent his own turbine…
Get the hint?
Just because the old ways worked for them doesn’t mean they will for you. The worst thing in the world is having an intellect and refusing to use it because you wish to emulate those who also didn’t use their brain. Its easy to be follower, its much harder to lead just like its simple to deceive but honesty at all times, especially internally to the “me” that perceives is a tougher task. But like the swines domicile the minds of the weak are tested by the hurricanes of reality and any discrepancies seen can provide clarity for those willing to feel what it means to take the lead into the frontier town called me. An active city, wishing to peak as it rumbles and thunders away ceaselessly inside the minds of all denizens of reality who are more concerned with taking it easy hence why 7 days is called a week as strength isn’t what they need when it comes to lording it with decrees, rules and laws that are designed purely to keep score and to prevent the ascent of any beyond this realm by keeping their awareness locked in the smallest selection of the spectrum.
We’re kicking the metas today for sure and in a seemingly random sequence but when the next one flips in you’ll know exactly what I said, just when you need it.
“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.
