Crying Freeman

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 to making 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 me ergo 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.

Till we meet again

Nearly Hypnotized to Death

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…

Till we meet again

Stream of Consciousness

Here I am, tapping keys, looking at a screen as I prep the video I’ve just made that will change your frame of mind and with that hopefully your life. A large thing for some but small in the great sense when one realizes just what they isn’t because in the grand scheme of things this, this illusion of knowledge is what prevents you from seeing your Self. Notice the capital S, there? Oh yes, it makes a differences. Language is something we’re sure to cover, or uncover in the literal sense as its stomps around in peoples heads messing with their conceptual realm and quite literally the world is under a spell.

All this because I didn’t create the vid I thought I would when I lifted the lid on the lense and said “Lets make a film about death as per my experience”. As you’ll see when I hit send I’m simply not in the mood to speak on that yet as I’m feeling so smooth that nothing can interrupt this groove. I’d hazard a guess and say thats based on todays events which left me high but not dry as I’m hydrated well and floating on a higher level thanks to the arrangement within of my neurochemical soup in this instance.

The best dealer in the world lives inside your head and did you know with a certain breath, posture or event you can unleash higher and higher realms of coherence that feel absolutely magnificent. Most people don’t know this because most people are three fifths dead but too stupid to get it until the fat lady sings. Oh yes, no PC madness on this end with “plus sized vocal talent” to perform like a verbal gym. You’ll get it raw and direct like she did with her fourth helping of pudding to put down her first payment on sixth chin that oscillates as she’s warbling.

Not a nice way to speak of death but then that really is the topic and once again I’ve went off on a tangent, like a tangerine. Amazing how those segments stuck together beneath a durable shell that offers protection and nourishment against the elements and how you can consume, plant and consume again. Where is the death?

Isn’t the something? Life in a nutshell, my friend and why there is no such thing as the end as the example illustrates well and as we’ll go into detail on elsewhen.

Till we meet again

The Devolution Will Be Televised

Twice upon a time there was a boy who died and much like life he met it with a smile. All because his internal light still shines all the while as he embodies the bright with no modifying flaws or slight, real or imagined. Unlike the shade that’s thrown around most peoples souls as they proudly proclaim they’re grown. In other words adulterated. Impure. Say it isn’t so? And so they go to the grave unaware of the riches with which they were born, an inheritance ignored as they choose instead to be slaves in a world so war torn because they can’t rule their thoughts. Their abundance unknown as it can’t be bought or sold only shown and allowed to unfold.

I’m grateful because long before they came for my dome I knew and suspected there was a letter hidden within, a sacred message that I yearned to decode when I came into this world back when it was still analog connections. You could fine tune then, see? Like a missile of awareness let go to hit the target. Bang! Done. Bingo! Find the space in between to heed the message, the divine one. The silence of soul from which awareness is born.

Whereas now that option is long gone, son, because the devolution is televised with lies told to your eyes by those who know no better than whats transcribed. With trance being the operative state of mind because the tricks are out here tricking and there’s no treats in sight because between a one and zero you play out your life. In the blink of eye it can be good night and unlike I you won’t survive. Because you weren’t ready to die the first time and thus can’t begin your second life with third eye shining bright sharing these omens I describe from the vision that gives sight beyond sites seeing through this here and the so called after life, as well as a small slice of proto-time and what it means to be alive and caught up in the lie that you can die. Like light in a prism which divides, you’ve got to reverse the process. Go back and unify and that’s why you see the “be kind, rewind” life flash in front of your eyes at the moment you expire because the only key that fits the lock is the one you run from. Lets break it down, one time:

Prana, Orgone, Cosmic Energy, Chi, The Ether all these things they tell you are lies, vestiges of a foolish past and simplistic state of humanity. Don’t believe, right? Wrong. Your so called knowledge is the bond which prevents you from holding your own because they stole a piece of your soul way before you mastered the system and its lies. Except, nothing can be taken. Nothing is ever less than whole. But if they hide it behind the wall you yourself formed then the shadow is all you know. Alienated from your own glow. Another one claimed by the Game of Souls.

Look within your core, see past the pain you’ve endured by diving straight in and not trying to numb yourself to what hurts. This world is a test for those born into a unfinite circle of awareness and then taught to seek out corners where none exist. All because “So and so said there must be some…” so they run on in quest that absorbs their very essence due to what they ignore. The pure and silent call which cannot be heard or discerned any more. Not when noise reigns loud and strong in their dome, telling them how to perform.

And on trudges the herd. Flaunting the ignorance which powers the system that holds them stupefied and enthralled. Trying to make it so you contort, conform and adorn yourself with the outer things they say you should want even though they don’t make a lasting difference at all. You’ve known the truth all along.

See the square I’ve outlined and why I don’t bother running round because I’m the center of the world. You all spin around my core as my awareness is the canvas upon which I paint the picture of life. I am the artist, breath is my ink at least that’s what I think.

You’re welcome to try it for yourself. Start by asking yourself this:

“Am I breathing as I should or simply as I can? Am I living within limits that shift like the sands and always seem to be out of reach no matter how near or far I am? But the goals seem so tempting and they always do mention how I’ll feel much better when <fill in the dream> so I acquiesce even though the processes itself is intolerable. A veritable living hell. All around me do the same and are generally miserable. Am I different? Is this who I am? A bit player in someone else’s plan?”

If on the other hand you see the nature of the carrot dangling free but whose pursuit costs everything indeed then you realize the parable of ignorance that devours this reality. We could all stop running this instant and say “Hey friend, why don’t you eat this carrot stuck to my head and she realizes the same thing and suddenly we see we have enough for everybody to feast and then, and only then, can the real fun begin. Because artificial scarcity creates inflated demand much like the diamonds which they sell and laugh as they glisten on your hand. Symbols of the dreams they tell you and you not only believe but buy in, wholeheartedly with no going back but never think of the scam and quite how underhand the entire thing is. Nope. They never suspect a thing.

Everything is like this. every single thing in this stage of the game called reality where sanity is a rarity and collective insanity rules the day.

There isn’t a thought you’ve had until now that came from the mainstream that was designed in some way to keep you weak, poor or afraid. Listen to what I say:

Weak is the one who doesn’t know his innate strength.
Poor is she who thinks wealth is currency and not the mind that creates the reality and afraid are those who were told and think that’s how it goes without the insight to question “Wait, were those who taught me this my friends or foes?”.

See this type of thinking can lead to many things because the path is your own and you make it by walking. Then and only then will you get what it is that I’m talking about because I’m coming from a place that doesn’t currently exist on your map.

The promised land if you will.

I’m here to call you back. Back to yourself. Within.

Freedom is an inside job.

The devolution will be televised.

Look. You can see it occurring as we speak.

Till we meet again

Statement of Intent

Since I was a child I’ve been motivated to uncover truth. Of this world. Of the people in it. Of myself. The question of “Why?” is a powerful one and there is a reason its followed in the alphabet by Z because most are lulled into a slumber before they even progress. Yes, its a very stealthy state of affairs when it comes to the Game of Souls we play here on this planet and now, on this auspicious day, at this auspicious time surrounded by auspicious portents its time to actualize the willhelp.me concept.

The aim is nothing less than transcendence, in every sense of the word including those you may know and never even thought because there is immense power in the sound that comes out of your lips. Just as the entire process of your eyes taking in the light of these glyphs and stitching together what I expressed in this sentence. Its a miracle, if you think, but like I said most people catch Zs not long after Y makes its appearance. It costs nothing to pay attention but its very expensive to remain ignorant.

I intend to share working solutions based on my insight and experience along with my observations on things. None of this is how you think it is, especially if you don’t think and simply accept what others opine about everything. My approach is very different because I’ll give you the tools I use and allow you to make your mind up for yourself. At its most fundamental level its about reconnecting within to that inner kid who still lives no matter how much you pretend to be grown (whatever that is) as your essence itself can never be adulterated. The question is how far along the stream do you sip the waters of consciousness? Does the awareness that caresses and embraces your presence run pure from its point of origin or along the way has someone built an industrial ecosystem which spews its share of poison in so you’re forced to subsist on liquid filth as you think “Its not what it was, but its better than nothing”.

See therein lies the trick. The first step in all of this. Responsibility. For everything. That means no blame, pointing fingers at her, him or them because the three that point back present the hint – “Look within”. Thrice Great he who comprehends but, lets not get too deep and drown you in the seas of awareness before you’ve even learned how to swim. I’ve guided countless in the flesh and this is my first step into the web, hence why the concept is called willhelp.me because it will. If you let it. Check:

You are another me, together we. There is a beautifully elegant simplicity behind reality, on both sides I may add, and once you see it can’t be unseen no more than a thought can be un-thought. Once its done that vibration rings out into the cosmos and the same tone reverberates within as you, yes you, are the ultimate source of all that is right and wrong with the world. Like I said, responsibility. Its the key to set yourself free and freedom is an inside job plus the locks, whilst hard to see, are easy to perceive because we wrestle with the principalities where flesh, bone and spirituality meet. That last one also doesn’t mean what you think it means…

The end result is more fun. More laughter. More energy. More of what you want and less of what you don’t because whilst you don’t have any free will (No, really you don’t) you do have control and its this paradox that is the enigmatic power behind the throne of what you currently don’t know you don’t know. Its a game of three halves alright and best believe someone is keeping score but its not the zeros in your bank or how many follow, no. Those are mere distractions from the true gold that’s stealthily minded from your minds with each passing moment and why children lose the glow from their eyes as they march out into this world which is red in tooth and claw thanks to the ignorance of those who came before.

We’re witnessing an interesting sojourn when it comes to this reality show I call the Game of Souls. What we do collectively at this moment defines the world that is yet come and it all comes down to choice:

Action or inaction. Taking a stand or being swept along.

The journey of a thousand miles begins one step at a time. I refuse to sit back on the side and let life keep passing me by.

And with that said I place my own crown upon my head, heart and plex as the guardian of the three kingdoms within and invite you to join the conquest, crusade or simply an adventure in the flesh for that is, at its core, is all this is hence the Game of Souls.

You will remember this moment for the rest of your lives.

Till we meet again