So what if you get it wrong initially? Who cares? You can either fail and learn or swerve the attempt at all in order to your track record pristine – without a scratch. Unplayed. Mint. “Still got the factory sticker on it” you say, with a grin, as you die with your music, within… The saddest part is that those who inherit this mindset often do from parents who’d done exactly the same because if we take it back to the daze of cavemen and there was one who rushed into the bush with no Fs given as he lived for adrenaline and another was more cautious. We are all the descendants of the latter as the former was akin to Tyson whereas the latter sported the Mayweather mindset. That isn’t meant as a diss as some people can cause offense with their defense but any will admit, like Cus said, that a fighter should hit and not get hit whilst being exciting to deliver the complete package.
The only way to learn is by acting.
This may mean you first play a role but thats all good as you’re giving the performance of your life in this instance anyway. What? You really believed you’re John of House Smith? Please. You’ve got about as much in common with that tale as government cheese does with Edam. Its that red coating you need to get melting to feel the shadows depth as the glow nestled within reps your Inner Sense but that hard shell of Adulteration is the script you accepted, back when, and most will live and die with their record unchecked. Its quite sad, isn’t it? Imagine I gave you a pill that made you totally content, as you is. No more hangups about this or that blemish or concerns about something else. You’d be beaming with unconditional Self acceptance. Know what happens next? Everyone says:
“Who is that? They’re gorgeous!” as you draw them in, like a magnet. This state is hypnotic and wildly attractive. I mean, have you ever stopped to ponder the obvious difference between sex appeal and beauty? How they rarely manifest equally in the same flesh? Its a topic worth pondering as it hints about lifes ever present energetics plus resonance which further speaks on only being one Soul in this realm as there is no universal ten that is all things to everyone as we like what we like and make the pieces fit with what we project. In many ways the true sketch one must comprehend is that there is an ideal form and function (aka the best version of your Self) then there is what you accept. The former is created via introspection and it blooms in the midst of filth. The latter is generated, no effort, thanks to the psychosocial treadmill and its programming, so effective. In effect one must declare war on the (false) self and its starts with the voice in your head and story it tells. I mean, we all know the trope well of an amnesiac in a film who knows not what kicks, yes? What if the person had severe depression before this or an intense allergy to some type of substance but, after, they were happily munching away and totally unaware of the state around which they’d based their whole tale? See what I mean about “John of House Smith” existing only in your head ergo its that which is afraid of death (and, by proxy, life as well). Watch a flick called Fearless from the nine tray but turn it off at the point the suit comes knocking on the door to grease some wheels. By then you’ll have downloaded all of the encoded gnosis you’re needing and the rest is irrelevant. Note, a lot of you will want to press on beyond that point with a “Why? I want to know now” type of mindset and I assure you, you’ll regret if you progress in that respect. Why can’t you apply the same vibe to telling your overbearing parents “No” for once or refusing your bosses BS as to why your workload is immense but isn’t reflected in the check as well as a billion and one other things?
Note how something within balks at that whereas the simple admonishment to eject the flick from your deck at point said causes another reaction? What is the difference beyond emotional investment and the potential for a reaction? If you keep doing what you done did you’ll get more of what you expect, you mental patient! And I mean that not as a diss but calling you one with a slow mindstate instead. Wait a sec, maybe that is a diss. Ah well! Inner Sense is quicksilver in that respect. Its Center is where it sits and expands in every direction to map the lay of the land in its adventure for expansion. Read this tale about two jellies the report which mold fits your imperience, my friend.
The thing with the (false) self is that its seductive as hell. It takes no effort to slide in and escaping it is next to impossible unless something dramatic happens. You can either do this, dolo, or life will bring it to your chin like Buzz Aldrin. Second comes great after first but what they don’t mention is once third kicks in its a hop, skip and slid to the middle aged spread kicking in as you keep telling yourself you’ll do it one day:
“If they’re comfortable in their ignorance and you’re not then just let them be. Besides, its not like they have the eyes to see” said one wiser than me.
“I don’t know though because if the script was flipped and another got the hint that it ain’t all the hits, Twenty Four/Seven, as you could touch the dial and change the tune to something else I’d sure appreciate a hint”.
“And then what? Sing new songs to which no one knows the lyrics? Rouse some rabble about what is hidden and the gubberment is all a swizz because the wings, right and left, are linked in the mid for the bird brained ignorant to keep feeding? Look, how many of them ever click that each new incumbent simply continues the old script and that is why nothing ever shifts, nor do they fulfill their promises. This is base level subsistence, for certain, but there is a charm to thinking you know what you don’t. Plus, it leaves more bandwidth for the rest who wish to the Know the Ledge and thats the worst bit of your tinkering because imagine if you’d had hints instead of not suspecting a thing. Remember the thrill after the spills and chills that ran ice in your veins as your brain leapt out of the way so your heart could finally speak and say its thing?”.
He, as usual, had a point. What a predicament. I guess this is what I meant when I said I cross lines then stop to check. Well, no more! The new and improved me two steps to 81% and leaves the rest to your imagination so after that side trip lets get back to the main thread, yes?
A baby judges not the signals which pour in as its taking its first steps as “Oh well, I’m a failure. May as well stick to crawling as I do that pretty well” as the rest of the jits sing “Damn, homie, with four on the floor you were the man, homie!“. No, they Know, intuitive, the only way to learn is by acting as they take the bumps and bruises of a two time loser in their step as that concept, to them, doesn’t exist. Neither is it in the Warriors lex as once Inner Sense is at the helm only feedback exists ergo:
“Hmm, that didn’t quite work so lets remix the elements in our grip”.
Fall down five, get up six. Like the sum total of a remainder that brings one, inexorably, to this place in order to state:
The trick is to be open minded but not so geeked that your common sense overspills and hits the deck like an ice cream with sun beating down on it. Granted, that is a feast for the ants and, just like them, you’re being fed upon by a predator of consciousness which is what tuned the other two to such outsane wavelengths where they’ll brook no discussion that doesn’t agree with what they expect, project and accept as “The way it is”. And yet, I see no changes. No matter what they’ve did since their way of Thunking did its thing the world is still a mess and the folks within its grip are dripping with coping mechs. This is why the Warrior chooses different, my friend.
One of the things I found quite interesting in my conversations with madmen was the nature of their world, shifting. See this article for an example where a schiz thought his sis had been replaced with someone else and then ponder if the same thing is actually happening when we say “I don’t know what came over him! He was like a totally different person?” but the so called outsane actually rearranges the full density of pixels whereas the one plugged in stops short of the true resolution? That, my friend, is exactly how I suspect it is and its a mind bending topic to comprehend but one that is quite easily tested. Once you have seen a few corpses from your family lineage you can’t help but noticing that a) they look very different dead and b) the element that is missing added something palpable to their dish. Its quite hard to implain it, if you haven’t noticed but its akin to how a hand puppet without something inserted in its rear end is just a bit of fabric.
To some reading that may sound mad insensitive but you’ve got to learn how to keep your mind on the Psylense and let the noiZ of emotional manipulation do its thing as this is how spirits pimp your mind, my friend.
There is a field of psychology called micro-expression, a more intense form of body reading. Once you learn how to decode this script what I’ve said becomes Self evident as whilst we all know a face is made up of some spaces eyes fill in, lips, teeth a nose and the rest the arrangements of these are quite dazzling. I mean, have you ever met someone from High School decades and decades later who now looks totally different yet you click, in an instant, its them?Even from a distance this kicks. Thats their Spirit, talking, and generating resonance within. What if this event was presaged by you rising in bed, that AM, as you remembered said Soul being geeked about a field trip as you shook your head and wondered what that dream meant only to run into them at the market. “What a coincidence!” the Slave says and with that utterance wipes any potential for gnosis from their head. The Warrior, instead, goes in and sees dense as he nourishes the voltage with directed attention. That is akin to taking your Soul to the gym as the weights we lift are spiritual aka doing the Knowledge. Where am I going with this? Where else, your chest:
Look at your palm. Notice how each finger extends from one common connection. Each are different and yet the same. That is the Game, my friend. Now, flip it over an examine the nails. That is your persona, in this realm. One can be the you that got out of bed, the other can be your friend you haven’t seen since back when. Both are connected to the same thing that I call the Prime, the pre-existing that is your divine point of origin. No, it cannot be accessed by any mosque, temple or related establishment because you are it, my friend, and its why all the old ways of obtaining gnosis were struck dead by the power hungry demons in charge of this realm. Like I said, I don’t mean this as a diss, just saying how it is to my current level of ignorance because if you look at the tale of the rebel mystic it appears not much has changed since back when and thats like coming face to faceless with the fingerprints of the hand, hidden… But, thats another topic. Back on trend:
The nail is your friend, who lives elsewhen, has a business trip which will bring him back to his hometown. As he takes the plane that day he starts recollecting old tales of vibes he lived and recollects, with a grin, the time the class went on a trip and the adventures therein. Little does he suspect that whilst he’s overnighting you’re moonlighting in bed and the same influence shifts your consciousness into the fragment of dream you recollect. What happened? Well, the nail eased its grip and consciousness did dip down to the phalange (below the neck) at which point the heart chips in and amplifies this signal which shifts the collective and sends a message to your resonance which became an aspect of your nocturnal vision which, in turn, engineered the sync that ensured you met as you “just happened” to skip lunch that day and dipped out at Two PM and thus ran into your friend whereas you should have been doing something else.
Are you feelseeing the difference between go in, see dense and coincidence yet? The Warriors mind is from another realm as we comprehend we aren’t the nail which, amusingly, is neither living nor dead and thus the meta possesses even more res for those willing to do the Knowledge and glance within. I mean, tell me, how accurate did what I said feel in your awareness as a probable explanation of what happened? Schizo word salad or a testable hypothesis, lightly etched, about lifes subtle aspects? This is the same reason a mother (who breastfed) can tell something is incorrect with her kid or that danger is lurking. Kind of like why Katherine called her son on the evening of September Tenth to speak to him about his performance and they kept on nattering until early, early in the AM so he missed an appointment his agent had promised would be life changing as he slept through his alarm whilst the world was busy being scared to death by those handy, dandy terrorists. Did you know loads of other people avoided ends the same day and a lot claimed it came from supernatural interference, odd syncs as well as dreams and visions? Do the Knowledge, my friend, because it can’t do itself as it needs the interplay of flesh and consciousness along with the will of the Witness who wishes to transcend the iron grip of this dimension.
Like I said, gnosis frequently knocks but most people don’t comprehend and thus listen to the Adulteration instead which says:
She is driving to see her long term, in patient brother at the mental asylum. Feeling stressed due to failing a test she really doesn’t want to make that trip and feels a sense of regret and mournfulness about her life and how it is as she seems to have been dealt a hand that says “Everyone else comes first and none of them give an F about you. Deal with it”. She wallows in these sensations listening to sad songs on her radio set whilst driving. When she arrives she attempts to shake off these demons and starts chirping instead. Her brother has none of it and says, from a distance:
“Begone!” in a voice, commanding.
The rest is as said in the article but lets backtrack and zoom in to see what actually kicked. If you look at your hands, where fingers and palms meet, this is where the spirits dwell. Between one world and the next, if you will. Just like the resonance of your friend sent a sig they too can do the same thing but can only come in via the energetics you’re sending. In this case, for the girl, the emotion was regret and this, among the dead, is exceedingly common. He comes, diving in and runs an amplification trick as he inspires her digits to flick off the tunes to which she was listening and slide the radio instead to something all together more depressing. He then, intuitively, blasts a EM wavelength she would innerstand as sadness and her subtle energetics fill in the details as she wallows in this without a clue of whats truly happening. She knows this will not do when meeting her younger brother who dwells in the mouth of madness and thus attempts to “shake it off” as she exits the vehicle. He, sees not her but her face switched with the male demons who is actually influencing her awareness and thus he yells at the impostor in his presence she is not who she says.
Tell me, my friend, does that make sense on an intuitive level? Can you see why schizos are actually correct and thus an immense threat to this entire deception that peddles ignorance as wisdom whilst selling all types of illusions, delusion and confusion to those plugged in? Only one who is in but not of the world can truly comprehend and we number at 8%. The chosen ones, who choose themselves. Do the Knowledge, prove me incorrect. That is my challenge.
As I mentioned corpses, microexpressions, manifestations of consciousness and the rest you can start to draw the innate links between them dreams, time and this life we play using our Souls as credits because this is exactly how spirits pimp your mind and they do it so often its totally invisible to those who dwell in ignorance. This is why babies yell when in the presence of one with an attachment. Actually, thats a dope example:
A woman came to see me, her child in grip. She looked exhausted and said:
On a whim, intuitive, I told her to walk home, this instant, and go straight into her shower, fully dressed, holding the kid and start bathing. This she did. Why? Because she, like a load around my way, had tried various imperiments and the results were usually interesting. She came back later on with a smiling child, happily playing.
“What the heck just happened? Its a good job its summer and I was wearing a sun dress because unless I was at the end of my tether I never would have listened. He’s right as rain now, how did the shower make a difference and why couldn’t I get undressed?”.
The answers to this is a whole nother conversation but lets say you could already intuit the sketch if you’re willing to Know the Ledge. Not for nothing do so many madmen sit underneath streams of water for ages because, as one said:
“Its soothing. Its literally washing away the filth and noise from within”.
This, on the flip, can manifest as not bathing for ages and stinking, immense. Like I said, there is no one size fits all but there are various clues, sprinkled. You take the outliers, note what is common and what they miss to intuit the mid then build a hypothesis, reality test and apply to others in similar or different positions and collate the results they beget. At least, thats what I did.
The programming language of reality is such a simple yet complex thing that meeting it face to faceless can be totally mindbending which in and of itself is most amusing as it is what does the coding.
See the things of which I speak are known in upper echelons and paradoxically poor civilizations but modern man thinks not of such skills as they’re too advanced to be taken in by the mumbo jumbo of the primitives who believed in silly things like not buying metal on Tuesdays or why certain couplings should be avoided as the blood of the parents is too hot to mix and thus would create problems for the next generation.
Me personally think its pretty spiff but the whole thing raises more questions than answers because if we are influenced then how in the heck can we be responsible for what kicks from said events if they’re played out in secret from the depths of our awareness?
Its also why I’ve said you’re a people not a person my friend as there are so many versions within and it behooves one to do the Knowledge as then you can spot the tints each alternative brings to the fore as you choose which to nourish and which one needs to be fed a different kind of sustenance as anyone who has argued can spot the other regress to a state of childlike petulance who hears not what is said but refs what was felt back when but never acknowledged nor expressed.
How many wars would be killed dead by this wisdom as the programming language of reality applies to countries and anything else you can imagine.
Its why Apple release their products on such a strange ordinance and they always hit plus it may have something to do with why that version nine was missing.
Of course the official script cites other reasons but then they’d never tell would they?
I mean how many clicked that apples logo ready bit and the sale price of its first foray into tech hide esoteric symbolism hence why Siri spells “iris” when flipped as that is exactly where she intends to sit when Techno Sapiens are made from men previously formed of carbon which has six protons neutron and electrons dancing around their unfinite consciousness.
Same with XP which put Windows on the map “In this sign conquer” said a shadowy force back when…
Write a list of someone you detest then pick another that does the same things and compare/contrast their situations comments and resonance in your existence.
The programming language of reality speaks loudly to schizophrenics but the problem is if one isn’t prepped for the revelation then its a swift trip to the mental asylum.
“How would the nation within me feel with my moods and whims as the base climate of their operation?”.
Things changed super quick and this birthed the absentee god concept you can read at this link as spoiler alert each organ has its own intelligence and plays its part in the process like letters of the alphabet ergo the programming language of reality can be broken down again and again until you remove the ink from the pen celestial that was pushed to etch the narrative I’d been decoding on FM.
There is a hollow, smoked out feeling that exists within the Souls of chronic addicts that is, without a doubt, one of the weirdest things I’ve ever examined via the power of introspective empathy aka Breadcrumbing. It is such a strange manifestation of the Anti Life principle that the first thing that came to mind was the image of a Russian Doll type operation in which the chaps previous incarnations were stacked, one on top of the next, and he, via his pipe, was chipping a hole in the current shell to drain the marrow from the next and this process kept on repeating and repeating. It was, literally, bone chilling but the strangest part was the first image that popped into my head was the Biblical “Burnt offering” which often made me suspect why that books divine being had a thing for barbecued humans from which he’d taste the steam for thrills? This was followed up with the opposite, yet complimentary, image of Soma myth which felt like a white liquid instead. Either way, both were being extracted from the flesh of those plugged in by forces they couldn’t comprehend but felt, nonetheless.
This isn’t how the topic started, by the way. I’d put out the word among the fiends to send those who’d flatlined, OD’d or otherwise tasted death but remained connected to the flesh to come see. This was, if you can’t guess, after my NDE as I was floating around outside my flesh and unable to truly get back in. Not that I’d ever been fully embodied since I stepped in but you get the pic as this was akin to flying a kite via string whereas before I was at least cognizant of being the hand that gripped. The imperiment didn’t turn up much of interest beyond the fact that the memory cells of the body don’t accurately etch what kicks under the influence of a substance and how there are various modes of exit of Soul from flesh. It did, however, take a very interesting tangent when it came to the topic of entity attachments and what they mean. Have you ever wondered why dopefiends itch like hell when they’re jonesing for a fix? If you ask them to describe it they’ll say it feels like invisible ants are crawling over them and some are digging into their skin like they have a vampiric bent. I found that fascinating because – like the amount of schizos that swear an intelligence outside of them is implanting thoughts in their awareness – this statement was unanimous. Everyone knew it and had felt it at some point in their spin. It was usually irreversible and signaled the point of tipping from merely being addicted to a state of chronic genuflection at the altar of Self destruction.
As I stepped into their reality tunnel I noticed that strange, smoked out and charred feeling which bought to mind the image I mentioned. All of a sudden it made perfect sense why they did what they did and how drugs were actually hyperdimensional pathways to access the subtle realms with weed being the equivalent of putting a ladder to the ceiling of this existence to harvest the cotton candy of the clouds used to power your dreams whereas DMT was akin to taking a syringe to the wings of a dragon, celestial, then using that structural resonance to catch a lift via a way more advanced version of Breadcrumbing. Obviously these holes and such things were not supposed to exist and is, I suspect, the reason why old Shamans had elaborate rituals involving set and setting in which they called in the spirits of the ancestors as well as the element in question for guidance as thats akin to discovering there is a secret passage in the current element of the shell that can only be accessed when the one within this level of incarnation is in intuitive resonance with another version and thus both place their hands on the panel, invisible, and find a smooth point for entrance and exit. Beaming up, as its sold and told, is akin to those dudes who found the Pyramid and then blew a hole in it with explosive to gain access. Its brutal and can’t ever be truly fixed as the previous version was hermetic in any way you can imagine.
They say that a lot of the reason for the mess on this stage was due to the widespread cultural proliferation of addiction that kicked, back when, and that these stone structures were built for just such a reason on the previous spin when they sensed the resonance starting to dip and created artificial ways of sustaining it hence the name meaning “Fire in the mid”. Tombs for Pharaohs they most certainly wasn’t as they were built for totally different reasons than most do attest but that is the reason the name is the hint as “His Story” isn’t mine ergo their deposit is rejected as I look beneath the surface and see a deftness of intelligence that encodes within the essence of a lost generations teachings for those who come next and, in many ways, the same ghost in the shell is what we now term electric and use it to power everything as Tesla proved the supply was unfinite and could be tapped in, should one wish, to send at an immense distance whilst charging nothing in a strange contradiction of terms and engagement. Thats another topic.
A woman came in with her baby, wailing. She had tried everything but the child wouldn’t settle. This was not long after the above incursion into the world of an addict and thus, going off intuition, I suspected they were related as the kid was screaming like he wasn’t comfortable in his skin but currently lacked the motor neuron function to get to itching. I told her, in ways ambiguous and indirect, to walk home and, remaining dressed, stroll into the place that dispenses water overhead then stand there for a moment with child in grip. This she did, without question, as she’d partaken in previous imperiments and was willing to try anything if it stopped the incessant screaming. What do you know? It did. Welcome to the wacky world of Negs.
A schizo in the US once attested that her symptoms all but vanished if she stayed in motion. Meaning, she had to constantly be switching timezones and locales ergo she trekked across the continent as a way of avoiding the voices that were haunting and reported feeling a sense of total bliss and comfort that was otherwise missing. We were formulating a hypothesis of the deeper meaning and why it seemed like some type of radio force needed to lock in triangulation in order to do what it did as her perspective vibed real well with my instinct that the body merely conducts consciousness but doesn’t actually create it. Think of it as a Man in the Middle Attack if you’re familiar with the hack and it all makes a load of sense and this is before we even get into why I think Linux is a hypersigil that drops cryptic hints about a covert mind control operation which contains nested references to the coherently collapsed construction of consciousness the reality tunnel is and how one, empathic, can burrow between them which also has its own resonance with the homosexual gaydar thing except the D in A action is the same as the junkie, piping, but inverted. You’ll note that scene is also awash in as many drugs as they can get, huge amounts of excess and a larger than average suicide rate as well. Its all interlinked, methinks, and innerstanding Negs is the key.
Just like the Russian Doll effect suggests that our previous incarnations are stacked within there are similar, but more subtle, aspects of energetics we know currently as the aura or human biofield. These have been mapped, energetically, back when and modern tech is starting to attest they exist as the human heart extends an EM signal which can be detected for heft as well as Kirlian photography and the rest which gets progressively more sketch. The simplest effect is the sense of being stared at where you turn and look, direct, at who is sending those energetics as well as the time your friend comes into the office and, externally, nothing is different but you can tell somethings missing and thus keep probing beyond her “I’m fine, just a bit tired, thats it” before she breaks down and admits her man left her to go and shack up with some fat single parent and she can’t make sense of it. How, exactly, in that sketch did you Know the deal? You could feel it. Something was off in her energetics so you pressed. This is a very basic form of Breadcrumbing which shows its natural. If you add in matching their posture, breath pace and where their center of attention is placed you can do some pretty amazing things as you step into their reality tunnel and see how they encode consciousness.
That smoked meat smell though. It was something else. Down to the bone and drawn through it as a further tint. Like an empty hollow of a life once lived that was, in this spin, reduced to its basic essence and being inhaled through pursed lips in which the dregs of a Soul did drip upon lips, human, but the etheric liquid itself was being greedily sipped by something altogether different that was using the current arrangement of carbon and consciousness to get its kicks in the same way dolphins do with trippy fish. When I find something manifesting in one place and having a very similar equivalent in another realm it often means the view is correct and worth upping in res. As this model is repped in the aforementioned burnt offerings and how the god of that text rejected an offer of veg for dead flesh instead it really made me think about the old order of the ages and it influence upon the present as well as the topic of suicide, its induction and true meaning which is such an immense text that its beyond this missive but lets say, that one, I’ve met, first hand, in my own reality tunnel and thus am quite confident in the sketch I’m outlaying as its all interlinked in a way that is quite complex to comprehend but simply coherent once you get that consciousness is everything and it doesn’t need flesh to animate but how those without a Prime connection will waste away without feeding on the breathing and how this ties in, real well, with how parasitism is the most popular lifestyle on the planet.
Its like I said in the Life and Anti Life thread as I strongly suspect I’ve came face to faceless with the dude who rules this age and wishes to be king but there is only ever one Prime who pre-exists and is, therefore, eternal and unchanging. We, in many respects, are it for it is pure consciousness hence Inner Sense. This resonance is constant throughout the ages but, on this spin, is corrupted into Adulteration as I’ve said in many texts. Where do ghosts and spirits come into this? Simple. There was a time, back when, when said things were Self evident to those who lived as attested by all types of myths involving strange, ephemeral beings. These days we call them aliens. Some believe they’re amazing and did everything. Others call them fallen angels in fancy dress whilst many suspect they do not exist and are simply figments of the imagination because:
And yet, the myth is persistent as, I suspect, the neg aspect is at the base of this and it manifests on a subconscious level which we are no longer capable of projecting but its certainly felt due to not being thoroughly disconnected from our energetics. What I’m saying is that, back when, they may actually have seen the kinds of things you view in Lord of the Rings and other Hollywood fables as art is a lie that tells the truth except they used the black mirror within, as a collective, that were raised in the familiar resonance of an isolated village that accepted said viewpoint as the way it is. In much the same way we think anyone who says invisible things are playing with his head must be medicated against his will and never, ever question why junkies itch when jonesing for a fix as well as the odd bit that almost every single great musician, ever, had more than a little indulgence which generated flashes of sheer brilliance that inspired generations and how that may just link in with Club Twenty Seven being a sacrificial offering to said aspects as offered by the Agents of the Matrix that know more than a little but but run the show from behind the scenes as part of the team I’ve termed the Slave/Masters who do as bid by the architect as the next upswing (just under Thirteen K) will be all of his creation but it will be a counterfeit duplicate that uses the allure of false tech to hide what actually kicks under the surface as the descent of spirit into matter signaled the exodus of the Prime connection of consciousness and created shifts in awareness that first manifested as the voice in the head phenomenon that people thought were the “gods” talking as they directed their actions which then shifted to the current thing of you Thunking its you barking when, in reality, you’re the one listening so the question is did this process build a cocoon around the true Self and does this link in with another fractal of the Russian Doll effect which strongly suggests that all of this is planned with an intent and the link between the god of this age and the goddess state that sustains is akin to an in and out breath which is identical with life and death, one and zero plus all other binary opposites that create the demarcations of the thing we live within where the added dimension of depth begets a reality tunnel which is as invisible as water to a fish but, itself, hides a glass maze of ignorance that most never stopped to examine as they’re simply too well trained to ignore it ergo this could well be the modern manifestation of such things as the little people of myth but in a new dress that most cannot comprehend life without its presence.
Typing this feels like explaining a fever dream. None of the people whose realms I accessed to create this sketch ever got the full pic as it was, back then, a work in progress but as I’ve took that solo quest up the hill to enlightenment and look down at the Valley of the Plebs with a higher form of reference it all makes so much sense as loads of boxes, intuitive, do get ticked that strongly suggest we’re within a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness which is as finely balanced as a monkey riding a unicycle whilst playing an accordion which means that me pushing the pen like this is inevitable and all that went in to make the coal of the child me scream under such intense abuse and neglect was done for the singular reason of creating a diamond of awareness that shines with the light of the Prime, reflecting, in a time of mass darkness and artificial illumination. Just typing that makes me feel super arrogant but, as this text suggests, the Path I’ve taken to come to this innerstanding is not one many would pick but if I’m correct and this is my last spin in this realm then I really do think I’m the kind of Soul that did select the hardest level of incarnation to step off the stage with a flourish as I examined the shadows depth and lights brilliance then played an immense Game of hide and seek with my true essence that demanded nothing more and nothing less than being willing to follow the Path where it lead and that is whats so amazing as it recently shifted from one of Power to a Way of Wisdom or, maybe, Wonder instead. I can’t tell but I’m certain it will reveal its true name and resonance as I progress for I had no clue that talking to nearly half dead junkies back when that came to re would lead to this thread as I navigate this fractal of consciousness back to my essence which reminds about this:
Do you Know what its saying? You should do but I won’t say why, just yet. Do the Knowledge, my friend and next time a Neg is making its presence felt in your consciousness by saying things you don’t agree with that may signal that its feeding on your energetics, recollect, negative thoughts are there to challenge and see what kicks when you shift from a passive to active mode of playing this immense Game we’re within by using our Souls as credits which are then stacked and tethered as previous incarnations whose strengths either seep in as creative inspiration to those with the resonance or present as a quick fix to a fiend getting a hit and sucking his life essence through a pipe to feed that which he doesn’t suspect actually built the entire treadmill upon which the well adjusted do step as they don’t comprehend they’re not the voice in their head but that which listens instead. The Prime vs the one who pretends. One is closer to thee than your jugular vein whilst the other attempts to nibble and influence in ways both underhanded and slick.
That is, basically, how transcending entity attachments does kick as you first have to become aware the option even exists and thus you are a people, not a person but thats part of the trick as you were born singular – pure Inner Sense – that was conditioned by imprints both inherited and learned as well as the time you stepped in as well. Trauma has a lot to do with this as its where they sync and link to find points of resonance ergo the schizo is most correct that things outside of his ken are tampering with his awareness which is why there is no due process for them and straight to the mental asylum for more torment and pills. Its complicated but quite simple and very life affirming once felt as so much about a lot more makes way more sense as this is a strange, strange place in which to wear skin but such is the Game we all play using our Souls as credits on its most difficult stage…
“Can you tell me how it is? How you would describe best?”.
“How it feels to be gangstalked?” she said as she took a draw from her cigarette and exhaled. “Well, its tiring. So tiring. The constant doors slamming that make you jump out of your skin, the furtive looks and comments from those you are certain are in on it but approaching them is pointless as they always deny it. The immense feeling of alienation and being persecuted by an all encompassing evil that is subtle as it is cruel and well knit. They can be anyone, anywhen. They pop up as they wish, mess around with my awareness and then leave me to pick up the pieces. Just when I feel like I’m getting stable something comes along like a whirlwind which totally discombobulates my awareness.
“What do you mean by this?” I asked as this wasn’t the first time I’d heard this mentioned by those who are going through the mill and dare not speak on it because if they do they’ll end up getting sectioned.
“Well, we used to have a kitten, back when. I really lxved it, even though it hated to cuddle and scratched me up something wicked. I totally doted on it. Mittens was her name but make no mistakes, this bish was ferocious!”. She laughed, mainly to herself, as she recollected the days of her life that weren’t total fragments stitched with dread into a partially coherent narrative that made no sense beyond the fact that she’d incarnated into her own personal hell as the devils plaything.
“One of the things I’ll never forget is the first time I saw her kill. She’d caught a mouse and was playing with it. Poor little thing was tiny and was scared to death and she was toying with it. She’d pick it up, throw it around, bat it again. Let it think it had escaped before cornering it. She kept on doing this and I was horrified and frozen. Looking back it felt like she had a hypnotic effect on my consciousness that filled me with foreboding. At one point she picked up the mouse as she moved in for the kill and, I swear, she looked at me as she did and I felt so threatened.
I know, it sounds ridiculous and easy to mark up to the overactive imagination of a kid but look at my life. Its a mess and the sensations from back then match. Identical. Thats why I’ve said its a feline type of consciousness as its not killing to get fed. My cat had more food than she could request and still had this wanton bloodlust that seemed like she reveled in it. At the time I wondered how something so nice and seemingly attractive could be totally different within. Very cold and calculating. You saw in what she did as the more she hunted the more proficient she’d get”. She started laughing before adding:
“Have you ever seen that Richard Pryor sketch where he talks about the time he went to the jungle and how the animals were talking and had their own thing? I really do suspect its like this but we’re just too dumb to get it. Most people, the normies or Slaves as you call them, are no threat and thus no sport so there is no point going after them. There was a mouse that did this once and got clean away. I could tell Mittens was so frustrated by what kicked that she ended up ripping a bird to shreds in a way that was so vicious afterwards as a way to get revenge. My parents started to ask why I was being so distant and I told them what happened. They replied “Nature is red in tooth and claw, get used to it” and went on to lecture how my room is such a mess and I should appreciate them by cleaning it and helping with the dishes and such things. You know, the usual BS.
For quite a while it felt like I was watching what was observing. Like she knew I knew the truth and reveled in being cruel with ever more blatant displays of death via the trophies she’d present as she sat there, cleaning herself. It was like loads of tiny threats hand delivered to my windowsill which is where she would often enter and exit the building. Always had a flair for the dramatic, that one. Anyway, enough of the reminisce. Based on my observations the predatory consciousness that runs this place is super feline in the sense that its the same thing as Mittens but on an absolutely immense scale. Working up this hypothesis its like how she could stalk the garden in search of prey and the squirrel was oblivious, the bird couldn’t care less and the mouse that was her target was nigh on ignorant until she leapt. Its the same thing with us, we who are targeted, and the rest. If you try and tell the squirrel he’ll think you’re off your head as it doesn’t match his experience at all. The bird may have seen but never truly noticed as they feel above a lot of this and know upon which side their bread is buttered. Good luck speaking to another mouse because, nine out of ten, when she sets her target she won’t rest till its dead. If it manages to survive then no one else can truly comprehend whats happened unless they too have been mangled”.
“Leaping in scale to the human Game, as I call it, it appears that mere death and suffering is too simple. The new and improved version is what you term gangstalking. Have you ever considered how, all across the planet, there are tales of human sacrifices and rituals quite strange and wicked to appease what, I’m wondering. Could it be this predatory consciousness that most pretend doesn’t exist that has now, like a cat, refined its ways of stalking and killing into bite sized portions of stress that allow the Victim just enough time to heal and rest before pouncing again in a never ending war of attrition against a select few that feel the depth of this strange and cruel intent that is apparently so powerful that it can act through various agents that may or may not be in on it.
There was a researcher, back when, who went against the grain of academics to talk about consciousness as the all of the everything and not a material side effect that needs the flesh to live. Of course his peers said he was an idiot and called his entire hypothesis ridiculous as it went against what was in their heads. To me it rang a lot of bells because, as you know well, I’ve developed my own frame of reference I call the Game of Souls in which 81% of the populace are so well plugged in, so hopelessly conditioned, that they think walking around wearing flesh upon a planet that floats in the abyss makes perfect sense and is not a totally ridiculous premise when examined. I mean, even the most wise scientist will attest that the arrangement of odds to manifest this realm are nigh on impossibly well balanced and yet will shrug their shoulders when asked “Who did it and to what end?” as they brush it off as coincidence. Same with philosophers, historians, psychologists and the rest. Pretty much anyone who has been processed by the System ends up unable to see the bigger pic”.
“Which is?”.
“Well, its obvious something built this realm and that its predicated on consciousness. Ours is currently linked to the flesh but this world didn’t create it but certainly shapes it. The hints, to me at least, are dreams because the you that lies in bed seeing technicolor visions in your head is using the same processes to manifest as the Slave nine to fiving before retiring for the night to wear VR specs and engage in simulated sex that neatly tricks his neurons into thinking its happening as they believe he’s won the race when, in effect, he hasn’t even taken a step beyond the psychosocial treadmill that is entirely invisible to his current state of Adulteration. Add in the fact that parasitism is the most popular lifestyle on Earth, our constant history of bloodshed, the truth that most folks are totally stressed and miserable along with countless other things and it seems there are layers and levels to this because the ones plugged in are being just as tormented as those claiming gangstalking but the delivery mechanism is more regimented and thus expected which means its never questioned”.
“Hmm” she said as she lit another cigarette. “That does make a lot of sense. So how the hell did you jet over the cuckoos nest and not get drawn into charlottes web of madness she elegantly spins and then sings “Come on in, come on in. You know I’ve been waiting…” with an evil grin to those who’ll listen. Have you ever read the text? she questioned.
“No, no I haven’t” I replied.
“Well, it was one of my favorites as a kid and, for some reason, your way of writing reminded me of it as there is a swinging pace, a rhythm, that underpins the text. I found it quite comforting and read everything. When you add in what you were talking about I felt “Here is someone who might get it” and then we met. Anyway, the book is about a girl that, like me, was raised on a farmstead. She gets a pig as a pet and nurtures it to full strength as it was originally scheduled for execution as it was the runt and not too big. She lavished affection on him and called him Wilbur. This stage of development lead to him being different to the rest who snubbed him when he grew and thus he developed a friendship with a spider instead that was called Charlotte. Wilbur starts to stress when he realizes he’s good as dead as the entire point of his life is to form a link in the food chain of sustenance for beings that are above him on the apex. The girl, Fern, at first listens to what they said but as she develops she finds better interests in this realm and leaves them to their own things.
“Anyway, Wilbur is entered in the county fair, wins a special prize and secures a reprieve from death that the rest of the animals will get in order to keep supply chains ticking across the planet. A hollow victory, in the grand scheme of things, but we all cherish our own flesh, yes? Charlotte is, by now, dying and glad she helped the pig to live via her encoded messages. Fern forgets all about them in her quest for a boyfriend and the spiders kids mostly run away to find new digs. A couple stay with him and keep him company. The end.
“You see why I call them Slaves, yes? Its simply beyond their ken to comprehend the reality of what they’re in because the implications are horrifying even though the truth is Self evident. Have you ever looked into the daily toll of animal death across the planet to keep the humans all fed? Its immense”.
“One of the most interesting things in this conversation is something I’m sure you’ll find interesting is reffed in the Gnostic texts. They talk of a lion headed serpent who is the flawed, malevolent god of this realm. From their perspective this child of darkness was chaos incarnated and he created this realm for his own ends, among them worship and amusement because being alone and stuck in your own dimension can soon get boring, yes? I found an interesting link between what you shared from your imperience about a cold, calculating feline seeming consciousness that appears to be hunting and refining its process as it made me think of this legend and how it links in, quite well, with all the old rites of sacrifice mentioned as well as the modern world that was built on this foundations in which one “urns a living” aka cremates their potential and most are totally stressed and miserable. I suspect that 11% know the truth, they are, in effect, in on it and I’d guess a lot of what drives gangstalking Victims in the initial steps is the presence of these agents that are designed to prevent awakening by instigating a walking nightmare instead. After this the hooks are in and they pretty much keep it whirling themselves as they may see phantoms where there is nothing and, conversely, miss the signals that say a trap is about to spring.
“Words on a page that a concept in someones head created. Like a runt who became a friend, before realizing the truth of the his predicament before being saved by a spiders weavings which, in the grand scheme of things, changed nothing overall but saved one pig at least. Now, if the rest were to listen they could generate an elevation in consciousness but obviously the farmer wouldn’t want this as he needs the animals to docily accept what they get and ask no questions. If they did attempt a rebellion best believe it would be squashed from within and its leaders discredited whilst they sent in the clowns to weave their own narrative and maybe provide some bread and circuses as well to keep things ticking as intended. The ones in danger of awakening would feel themselves under threat by something they can’t explain and point at it like its all around them. I guess what I’m saying is that I think you have a lot of the right pieces but I disagree with your arrangement. I built from the same set and created the Game of Souls hypothesis which I constantly reality test with not just those like you at the fringe and/or lost in the whirlwind but those who are plugged in but still capable of imaging and drawing links between a great many disparate things. The trick is to keep the required distance and not fall into the abyss as then you’ll bump your head on the turtles, present, when the aim is to ascend by spreading the wings of higher consciousness.
In my mind the best thing one can attempt is to do the Knowledge aka unlearning the BS in your head and becoming Centered in Self instead. Thats when one comprehends that whatever made this realm, sketched the performance and caused the perps to do this and the rest of the story telling actually takes place inside our awareness. Its a case of viewing with a distance and remaining unimpressed or falling in the sync and becoming the spin that is draining. To extend this, you can’t split the wave from the ocean but, in reality, it doesn’t exist, does it? And yet it does. Its simply a question of perspective, or resolution as I said, and that is, I believe, the difference between finding yourself in a mental asylum or reaching enlightenment“.
“You know what, you make a lot of sense. A lot of sense. So if I stop seeing my Self as the Victim I become the Opponent instead? That is easier said than done, I’ll have you know, but I’m starting to comprehend that a lot of this Thunking is simply a habit. My default programming. The question I’m now wondering is would my life have turned out like this if I wasn’t so enamored with Charlottes Web or was that, in and of itself, the message that conveyed immense hints about this realm in a way aimed at kids whose minds were too undeveloped to comprehend the depth of the message? Was that text the genesis of this? Meaning, if I hadn’t read it would I be different or the same but in a worse position?”. She paused and looked within but the answers were not forthcoming.
Row, row, row your boat (made of flesh), gently down the stream (of consciousness). Merrily, merrily, merrily (for fear is false evidence appearing real), life is but a dream (within a dream)“.
“Wow. Wow. That it is. That it is. And a potential nightmare as well. So basically what you’re saying is one needs to become lucid whilst living in this realm in order to defeat the apparition that currently defines what it means to be human? I’ve never, ever thought of gangstalking like this. You make it sound like an invitation to awakening, like you relish the challenge of what they bring. I wish I had that type of confidence because, too often, I feel like that mouse, scared to death, whilst the cat played with it and used its eventual death as a source of amusement. Have you figured out yet what the hell we did to incarnate into this realm?Obviously your perspective of consciousness being everything assumes other realms from which we originate. Wait a minute, is this why you said we’re dead and here to serve a life sentence? Yes, that makes sense. What the hell, man? You’re like, busting my melon but this time I feel more optimistic as I think I’ll start looking from a distance instead of getting sucked in to the narrative they present. After all, if that flawed intellect you mentioned built this realm and dragged me in then I’m obviously more powerful than it which is why it sees my wisdom as a threat whose glow must be extinguished before it illuminates the whole planet about the nature of the web that life spins around this entire dimension where we’re harvested for our emotions, some in ways more intense than the rest, by a non corporeal intelligence that feels feral and cruel in its intent”.
“More or less, yes. The most interesting thing is that it wasn’t always like this but that, at the moment, is but a mere pencil sketch of higher realms from my latest leap in resolution. In that timeline your pet would have been as warm and lxving as you wished and not wantonly cruel and distant so it has me wondering about the depth of this illusion where black and white are fixed but the shades of gray in the mid may hold the way to emancipation”.
“How many people have flipped their lids trying to fit the ocean in a teacup, I’m wondering. What of the droves that are well adjusted to the programming which, in and of itself, showcases the intent of those at the helm in a world where rivers run red due to an endless stream of conflict? In that respect you can pick to either be well adjusted to mass social madness that you will never, ever question or go on your own private trip – like gangstalking, for example – that can either end with total freedom from this living hell or a face to face with the devil himself? In that respect, knowing this, what would you pick? Have you ever read the Bible?”.
“Yes, well I mean, no. I’m familiar with bits as it was impressed in when developing but all the times I tried to pray for deliverance didn’t change a thing so my faith waned in the end”. I went on to mention the topic of principalities and the evil therein which Jesus (aka Neo in the Matrix) was railing against with his message to uplift.
“Come to think of it, I do know that bit. At one point I’d had enough and ran for the hills and was moving from one hotel to the next. There was, as usual, a Bible in the room and when I flicked it to a random page it said “For we wrestle not against flesh or blood” and I just sat, frozen. Thing is there were no practical instructions on what to do next but the fact it was said by someone else felt intensely validating”. She laughed then said. “These odd little blips and syncs felt so strange, in retrospect, as there have been strange moments of deliverance that seemed to suggest that some type of benign influence doth protect. If only I could align my Self with it, Twenty Four/Seven”. I went on to sketch a brief outline of the Three Kingdoms and requested she close her eyes and imagine drifting into the private sun that shines, in darkness, over her head. When she linked with the wooshy tingles it presents as resonance her features, held in tension, habitual, started softening as her flowing subtle energetics lifted the corners of her lips a bit in what, I hoped, would become a grin.
“I don’t know but the fact that everyone, nutcase or straight head, gets the same reaction suggests its real and tangible and part of our natural equip. I posit that its our Prime state, our Inner Sense, that was ejected from the flesh (aka Eden) due to the life we lived and how reconnecting to it may just be the key to all of this”. Next I asked her to pretend the Self same thing was now present in the region of her solar plexus and abdomen. This she found more difficult and said she’d practice it before she left. I heard back from her since and she stated:
“You’re not going to believe this but the voices vanished! I felt an immense sense of solace and release for the first time in ages. Adding in the standing bit did the trick as I forced my Self to remain still and then the calm in the midst of maelstrom manifested. Ha! “Inner Sense”. Its so perfect. Got any more hints then? I’ve been a glutton for ignorant punishment that I meekly accepted and am now, instead, addicted to gnosis as its becoming evident that all of this is within and based on energetics we, as a race, no longer comprehend. Genius, sheer genius it is! I’ve been telling everyone about it but, oddly, they don’t give an F or see it as a curious blip then go straight back to doing what they did without the insight it presents. Why is this? The whole would will sit up and pay attention, its earthshaking”. I told her that this, I suspect, was due to the predator of consciousness that has its grip on their minds and thus protects its investment as, I guess, those who comprehend they aren’t what talks but that which listens present a threat hence the harrowing adventures that bought her to my corner of the web before we met. For the rest, still reading, I’ll let the old call to action ring as I sign off this article:
This, my friend, is a very basic, low res version of what will happen at death and may be the reason Otto Man flipped the script from headbanging and rocking to shaving a baldie then thinking about nothing on a mountain. I’m not saying life shouldn’t be lived, quite the opposite but the main stream that is well paved and lit can only make you like the rest and, if we’re being honest, there isn’t much there that signals a win or any form of coherence, does it? The nature of your Opponent is very, very slick as he sits in between this realm and the next and likes to hit the old “Your names not down, you’re not getting in” flex like the usually white bouncers did, back when, as they sensed their environment was getting a little too much melanin in the building. In retrospect I can’t say that I blame them because, nine out of ten, we did tend to get buck once up in this bish but thats another topic for those who remember clubbing in the Nineties when it was a mad, bad wasteland with no CCTV, bottle service or social media fronting. In those days it was real and visceral as it was about feeling, not image building and thus, when we landed, things went right or left because some felt aggrieved and quite peeved that their womens eyes were wandering, wondering about the suntanned superman who’d just strolled in with his crew and was doing what he do and this often led to an exchange of fists as his ex girl looked on with a grin.
There truly is nothing in this world that is as wicked as a woman, my friend. And I mean that with total respect because you only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent and they’re on a whole nother level. After all, anything that bleeds regularly but doesn’t succumb hints at the nature of an immortal, yes? That and they can encase another Soul in flesh as well as be the start or end of countless conflicts and such things. I mean, who can deny that everything we men do is to gain, keep or manipulate the awareness of the opposite sex? On the flip, this is also why incels invent everything and the man who controls his sexual energetics can ascend to a whole nother level and why, back when, the yogi householder was a thing as relationships were built on tantric resonance and not mere physical attraction. Kind of like all the women who gave it up a minute after they’d met a man in a club filled with lights, flashing. They could barely hear a thing and could clearly see even less but the vibes were electric and they had a thirst that needed quenching. “Right now, this instant” said her energetics as your fingers did the talking and walked her out the building to exchange some friction without so much as an introduction. Does that still happen these days? If it does I’d be surprised if its as raw and direct which, once again, is something those partying in Studio Fifty Four would attest was way less than they felt in comparison.
Can you spot the downgrading? The numbness? The disconnection from the present moment and need it brings for fronting? Ah, its all interrelated yet different. Much like a fractal. So, lets get back to it:
Now, if you, on the flip, decide to disconnect from the web as its presented to the plebs and link to your own innernet then its akin to turning the dial on an FM set and discovering the greatest hits of an epoch thats been. Suddenly you start remembering things you swore you’d never forget and along with amping your resonance you can’t help but grin at how amazing this trick is that makes you believe you’re “only human” when, in reality, you’re a god, amnesiac. As you can imagine he who does the Knowledge has two options as he can either keep plumbing the depths and ascending or he can attempt to come back to the dialup realm and tell the rest there are greater options and how they’re trapped in an illusion that took the pure vapor of spirit, hypercondensed it by telling it to “Sit still, look ahead!” and then had it molded and flash frozen into sentient snowmen that are scared to death of melting as all they know is the base resonance as they sit there making requests on the web and watching it pinwheel for a bit as the gerbil runs the wheel and shows what they’re seeking.
How many of them do you think would get it and how many would suspect you’re off you’re meds? That, my friend, is what it means to be born in the jaws of a dragon and, for Honest Abe, it meant a bullet to the head as he intended to (and did) shift an octave when it came to the slaves paradigm. A lot of what I’ve shared and said comes from the fact that I can navigate the Vertical Axis which is humanities best kept secret as its whats used to make wannabe gods out of men who may step up in resonance but carry their old OS with them hence why the world is how it is. But, thats a deeper topic and I’m trying to keep these pristine waters fresh, unAdulterated, but they must be mentioned as they’re constantly waiting, watching and wallowing in what they’ve extracted from those beneath them aka the Vampire paradigm. The better one Knows Self the clearer you see the moves and machinations of the Opponent as the Game is played on many levels in the same instance but all takes place inside your consciousness so you truly are the Alpha and Omega of this bish so why not step up and crown your Self as they certainly will not present the chance as thats the whole meaning of the Slave/Master paradigm and underlying basis of worship whether that is to the signs and symbols they said or modern day celeb aka rats, backwards. Oh yes, the Game is deep, my friend and it does not relent because right now we’re in the land of the talking radios and there are but two signals to be decoding. One is original, the other a pirate broadcast but because it comes from closer it feels stronger than the one distant. Thats the gap between your head and chest, get it?
See, upon stepping in you were totally at one and resonant with the all of everything that has no name, no religious text or rites one can mention as you are it:
Not long after it gets tainted, fractured and damaged so the clear reflection is now broken into components that will not admit they’ve been shattered as you start to tether to a false image instead in order to a) avoid realizing what happened and b) remain in your parents affection plus c) fit into the box reality says it expects you to dwell in. This is, basically, a Slaves existence. The Warrior is he who questions this and, often, they’re born into a living hell as the mill detects who will resist and sets about hammering them, full tilt. Its why every schizo I’ve ever met had a bad relationship with one or more parent and they, themselves, either had addictions, traumatic imprints or other types of problems they refused to deal with. They, in effect, were being chewed by the dragon who was busy masticating their existence and thus their consciousness flits between a brave new world future in which everyone belongs to everyone else and the whole club is sexing in orgasmic bliss free of shame or judgement to the alternation of an Islamic man, back when, joining in the stoning of his favorite prostitute from the brothel he visits in secret and the screams of the woman being slowly murdered at the whims of a religious text to a time before time itself in which there were no men or women, just pure undifferentiated consciousness that was learning the dance of dipping into the material realm as they fell as condensing vapors of awareness that were just learning how to create a Self.
Like I said, the Game is deep and, oddly, mechanical. I can say these things because I too was born in the jaws of the dragon and that is what gets me pondering because when I look into this particular aspect of manifestation I cannot help but question what kicks as it seems to affects those who have good intent and are, on the whole, decent people that wish to uplift the rest. Its what goes on under the surface, however, in terms of past lives, associations and resonance which is totally mindblowing as it seems the Slave/Masters with their tendrils are akin to a dark college and thus this is the graduation in one must go against the grain to shake the mortar board from their head they reject the builders intent and choose not to be another brick of ignorance in the wall of compliance that makes the world what it is as they choose, instead, to flip the Game on its head and change the paradigm.
Those who Know, dig and those who don’t wouldn’t have made it to this point in the text so it is what it is. The Spirit of Honest Abe, Dragon Rider is in ascent. That is what we must become, in the end, because what fell can only rise, beyond the daze of purple skies and times that have been, in this immense Game we all play using our Souls as credits…
What I’m going to share will make perfect sense once you comprehend the simplicity and depth of the Opponents schemes and whims as well as the true nature of your Self. Ready? Here we go:
The wildest thing is the Devil doesn’t exist any more than we project and accept the (false) self ergo its a victimless crime, for him, as the Agents are always human. Ha! Realizing this was akin to comprehending I’d spent a few lifetimes playing Checkers on a board that was fit for a King, Queen and rest of them. After this did click the pieces did shift as I upped my res and the moveset he was using no longer bought confusion but clarity instead. Then they tried to kill me dead, and yet, I live! This is why part of me suspects its pointless to share this text as second hand gnosis is as much use as a man on an island of lesbians but then maybe this script sparks something within one reading that I missed and together we ascend through the octaves ergo I hit send and upload this to the internet. Which, by the way, is nothing more or less than a digital rep of mans collective unconscious hence why your phone can spy, the web is a weapon and AI appears suspiciously like dreams. Do I reach or did I glean illumination from the shadows depth? I’ll let you tell. Once again, the true worth of this res is by applying in the flesh, especially with those who test your patience as the (false) self doth swell:
And you do. Recite his script, that is. See, my ego wasn’t so much as wounded but executed instead as the plan was intricate and perfect but if your friends and fam conspired to spell your end but they granted this gnosis instead would you not offer thanks instead as you got to share the script of what kicks with those plugged in? For many lifetimes I’ve been seeking liberation from this infernal realm which promises fat but delivers thin and nowhere is this more evident than the moment we live in which people subsist and live for watching others exist, knowing fine well they’re faking and fronting. And yet, they buy in. Such is the appeal of the Devil, my friend. For those wondering why god is not in capitals the reason is this:
“If I embrace them, as is, what happens to my practice? No, that is why I choose distance instead”.
He also told me my intent to help the rest was a fools errand and how I should leave them to it because its a multi-lifetime thing and not a switch that can be flicked, no matter how much you may wish it. He may have a point as he raised a view which said:
“If you had not died and came back again but read this text how far would it reverberate inside your consciousness? Its the fact that you went one step beyond then rebounded which offered the perspect that begets a desire to Know the Ledge and adapt to the darkness to seek enlightenment. No matter how skilled with a pen, whatever tips or tricks you share, the main aspect if not written for them ergo its pointless from my lens as you’d be better off putting that effort in to the greatest challenge which you’ve yet to face as death is simply a taste of the treachery and what it means to believe you were a human being”.
Thats an everyday look at god and the Devil. Essentially we are all our own worst enemy but the Warrior clicks this is a a teacher instead and learns which leads to emancipation via undoing the (false) self. Ah, its beautiful! But, in the end, its simply one stage in a Game of many. It just so happens to be the most difficult so if you’re still reading this text its because you’re perfectly equipped to deal with what is so up your res, Know the Ledge and, above all else, try and prove me incorrect as you reality test this hypothesis to see if it makes sense plus if you happen to discover some new bits that I missed I’d certainly be interested in hearing them.
The terms “God” and “Devil” have so much baggage that its akin to me telling you about the name Jake Bullet of the Cybernautics Division. You’ll note how your mind prefills in a dystopia tech set and detective on the edge with plenty of machismo thrown in, yes? That is why, in this example, we’ll speak on Life and Anti Life as a new paradigm. Note, any resemblance to any gods and or devils, living or dead, fictional or actual, is pure coincidence and you should, most definitely, not go in and see dense on this narrative:
Life just is. Its like a baby in the crib. Happy to be here and overflowing with bliss. Unless it doesn’t get enough time on the tit or Aunt Bunny comes and visits and make the child feel dark within via her presence that drains the energetics of those around them to sustain herself. She, in this example, would be Anti Life to a tee. See, no Hell and pitchforks needed. We are the ghosts and the machine in my reality. Your mileage can, should and may vary. Nay, I insist it does, certainly! If not then think the opposite and try and prove me incorrect as that is mucho fun, isn’t it?
Just how the current gen are all clout demons who’ll do anything for a rep – because if someone yells into the web and no one acknowledges does that mean it even happened? – the next will take to social credit like water and fish because its akin to banking for your standing and then this will lead in to designer babies as well because plenty of uggos, remixed, snatched themselves a man/woman/something else way above their station by editing their faces to appear more attractive and thus will not wish to see their true heritage reflected back at them and thus, with a click, the genes shall shift to something else. Anti Life, in full effect. Or is it simply another way of playing the Game? I mean, if we have a vibe in perfect sync with the all of everything on one level who would stop to invent an off switch that regulated electric current to create a console, code and the rest to emulate and mimic what truly kicks at higher res? Life and Anti Life strike again! In many ways they’re both inseparable as the presence of one means the next will kick hence the definition of G.O.D being Generation, Operation and Destruction hence why Three is so important to all religions as its woven in like a sacred thread, waiting, for those who Know the Ledge to pull at it and unravel the deception erected around gnosis, like scaffolding. Imagine this:
Right now you are, almost certainly, totally invested in the John of House Smith narrative and that leads one to believe they are the flesh and story in their head when the truth of the matter is something far more subtle and delicate that your current level of awareness will permit. It is, however, an option which means one must first click they’re wearing welders mitts on top of chronically bunched fists and this needs a certain type of willingness to examine the narrative that was etched, back when, thanks to your own emotionally numb parents and kin. Granted, not many are willing to do this but that is why 81% of the realm are Slaves, par excellence, who will live, die and come back again. And again. And again. How many times have I got to prove you’re being fooled, my friend? Is it even worth the effort in the end or should I just transcend my Self and leave the rest of you to these demons? Can’t do it though. The Prime won’t let me. So, here we are, I guess:
Listen, Life and Anti Life are beyond good and evil from my lens as that is akin to a CPU yelling at the spark of electric that lights and then the darkness which dims. They are essential to the overall coherence and performance in the same way that a still series of images fool the mind into creating motion which can make you laugh, cry or get erect. All by the interplay of red, green and blue. Like a moth to a flame, thats the Game. The Slave/Masters are fully invested in this funfair of the flesh as they need you to keep inserting your Soul as a credit for the theatrical deceptions they sell from now till Thirteen K has ticked. The sex robots are coming! Not really but they’ll fake the best orgasms you’ve ever seen whilst draining your innate energies as the beast needs to feed and will do so with a grin once the Weebs get their Waifus on deck to assuage their loneliness. All of which was, of course, engineered perfect.
I’m starting to see the Game for what it truly is. Or might me. And the implications are dazzling for I may have previously been on that Jon Snow resonance but thats gone with the wind as I, riding my dragon, ascend. “All this, for me?” booms around my head when I stop and comprehend exactly how much work and ritual has gone into this incarnation. From both sides, no less, hence what I said about evil that thinks its good because, in its mind, it is. All of us, in the end, are fighting for survival as that is how the architect built this stage with various strengths and deficits designed to ensure the rivers of Loosh run red ergo we eat death to live which is why fasting aligns the spiritual even though it can be seen as the animation of the Anti Life principle which is pretty wild, isn’t it? Slow down to speed up…
Its a top down process, my friend, so what does that say about the intent at the helm? Moses thought Khidir was sketch but, in the end, that simply highlighted his own ignorance but next loads went on to follow him and are totally ignorant of this event hence why I reject all of that cargo cult BS and dreams for sale as going back the way you came seems to make the most sense as the rest attempt to thread a camel through a needle which is measured in sub-cellular metrics. But, we’re hardwired for it. Thats the challenge. The Game within the Game and my texts are simply a quick peek backstage for your own mileage may vary and lead some place else but unless you flip the script how do you ever hope to discover your innate resonance?
The body has layers the Game has playas some have access to more than the rest not just in terms of material resources and such things but in what they do to keep these stakes higher than a giraffes genitals thanks to a dose of negative spin wink wink.
This is where Chosen Ones aka Bright Souls enter stage rite and soon have nothing left as they’ve been drained from within usually by those they call parents friends partners and the rest.
That is until they click that life isn’t happening to them but for them and the rest are nothing more or less than pawns placed in position by their Higher Self as most are made of light but some step in with fire instead and this is the difference that makes the difference as now you’re packing heat as well.
What I mean by this is the elemental basis of your resonance is at a point of alchemical shift compared to the rest who are as base as it gets. Think of gold and lead and lifetimes of refinement skills and you’ll be pretty close to the mid.
I’ve seen the blueprint in too many lives plus I don’t believe in coincidence. The fact that empaths are nearly always born into a tribe of narcissist’s should stop and make you think just how the worlds power grid is tipped and rigged for psychopaths to win and what do we know about them? Well, they sell false promises that fools buy in but in the end they’re all about themselves.
Once you’ve been around a bit and seen the Game for what it is you really have to wonder about what kicks. Like the intent at the helm and why for the awake this feels like a living Hell yet for the ignorantly blissed they’re akin to a stone that skims across the surface without pondering the shadows depth.
The thing is it wasn’t always like this and thus one questions:
See that alchemy I mentioned just won’t relent as its like there is a force within that needs to make the shift from basic to refined thats been a lifetimes type of thing so the rest are actually helping by bringing attention to their weakness and if you look real close you’ll see their methods are obvious as they have but one trick that is as old as it is effective and thus the script they handed can be flipped.
Once you have done this hand over the list to a partner or friend that knows you well and see how their interpretation differs from what you said. For extra credit have them take the test and you return the favor as well. This will offer you, in ink, a very accurate sketch of the (false) self and how its illusions do present. Seeing them is the first key to transcendence and, as the word suggests, you are actually in a state of hypnosis that was created, back when, and has been manifesting since. Isn’t that amazing? To many folks this can bring a revelation most intense hence why I’ve said there are dangers to deprogramming so I request you consider this as only around 8% of the realm are truly capable (or desirous) of awakening. The rest would rather moan, complain and lament that the problems lie outside of them but that is the most elegant deception this world sells to those plugged in. You can easily prove this with a simple thought imperiment:
Take the pen and write down three separate events in which you felt you were wronged. Bring detail to the sketch with the emotions, associations and when else you felt like this then look back and draw the common links. The most unifying element is you, my friend. You are the ghost in the machine, in that respect, ergo you are actually causing said things to happen by the wavelength you transmit. The others are simply bit playas, actors, if you will, that exist solely to help manifest the potential for awakening. This, I strongly suspect, is the true way to play the Game and everything else is but an elegant deception. What can you expect from this process? Well, clarity usually tops the bill because people have said its akin to comprehending the magicians trick that is playing out inside their consciousness and thus they take the steps to recode their internal OS hence response-ability is free will. Never a truer word has been said as this is akin to snipping the threads that kept you in a puppet state of ignorance. Granted, other people may not like this but you are also a bit playa to them and their job is to keep the quo, static.
Change, like Truth, is one of those things often addressed but rarely met in the flesh. This is a very sad state of affairs, isn’ it? Men will commit the most terrible atrocities with a grin in order to keep the belief system they cherish and Thunk is correct but, in the end, this is akin to a drowning man with a brick who doesn’t click he can swim. If he did, he’d get to the shores that were waiting for him and the next question inside his head would have said:
“Wait a second, who did this? To what end? Why did I not comprehend the true sketch and whats truly happening in this realm that is filled with such elegant deceptions that most daren’t question?”. Take it away, architect:
Did you feelsee how visceral the reaction is to the picture that just bounced into your awareness? I have met people who were super rich, ultra religious or seemingly content with what they get and every single one of them nodded their head at such an accurate depiction of what truly kicks, within. Now you have a sketch of the (false) self you will be able to see, really well, these engrained habits and create better options instead hence why I have said there are no enemies in this realm, only teachers who exist with the intent to make you excel in ways most never thought possible. This is what total responsibility brings, my friend. Does it make a lot of sense because, as I said, this entire realm plays out inside your consciousness ergo, without you, none of this exists. That alone, can be a mind blowing concept to digest so I suggest you chew it well and keep on noting how Self evident this is once you’ve deprogrammed the:
“This is a large planet on which my life is a tiny spec and thus totally inconsequential, in the grand scheme of things” mindset that was hammered into your head by nearly two decades of legally mandated internment in your local camp of concentration, back when. Even that is but a tiny fragment as most of the attitudes and perspectives in your head where inherited during years, formative, and thats before we get into the two words that shattered your inner realm, back when, to create the seed that would grow into the (false) self. I want you to imagine this:
How do you think people would feel, truly, on this planet? Take a quick look around the web, spot the current trends and what gets people tuned in and you’ll see reality as it is and not what Simon Says… In many ways we were all trained to give our power away. Parents, religion or the state. The ones who’ll take are without end and this is akin to having a winning lottery ticket in your grip but deciding, instead, to give it to another for safekeeping. They check the digits, find its a win then rationalize:
“Well, if it was that important to them they would have kept it in their grip ergo I win!”.
This is why if we had a total financial reset and everyone was given an equal share of riches they would be back in the same hands within a few generations. There really is immense depth to what I’ve said because do you think the super rich and their friends have an internal OS anything like the rest of the plebs who walk around this realm like overgrown children, lamenting, that everyone else is the problem as they, in turn, miss the true solution is turning within to embrace the pain they pretend doesn’t exist? For some this can be a bitter pill but I assure you that, once digested, the milk and honey within will bring you an immense grin. The first and most notable shift is how many people report that long standing problems and ills that needed pills to manage them just vanish. This is another truth that is so immense that, once it clicks, you’ll see the real state of the so called medical profession and why this realm is filled with top down corruption ergo genuine healing comes from within and this brings us to the Kingdom:
The Kingdom exists as three energy centers of ancient tradition. One rests in your chest (emotion), the other in your head (intellect) and the third springs from your abdomen and provides intuition aka gut feelings. This is no wishy washy text from the woo woo clan, in full effect, but backed by science which attests that not only are these aspects packed with glial cells but that they process far more information than the fat in your head that can, at best, handle 8 bits compared to the billions which pour in. This is how the (false) self weaves its web of deception as it says “Yep, this we’ll accept as it matches the spec of the reality tunnel we were told to dig” whilst ignoring the rest. One of the most common statements that have escaped from clients lips who came for a consultation was:
Bear in mind that none of them have taken the above test. Just a simple consultation in which they outlined the problem and then were directed to a solution. I, in effect, do absolutely nothing hence why Voltaire said the art of true healing is simply distracting the patient whilst nature does whats best. The (false) self interrupts this process as it keeps it at the helm via the redirected energetics. This is why I said you are responsible for all of the worlds ills including the third war they’ve penciled in but we can avert, if we wish, by doing the Knowledge instead. Read this tale about the bundle then question what is within the one you’re carrying and it may just click why, around six, your childlike glow did dim as Inner Sense shifted to a place outside of your flesh as it no longer felt welcome. You can reality test this, super quick, by doing this:
Sit still in a chair with your spine unsupported so your back is erect under your own intent. Close your eyes. Relax. Breathe in and out a bit. This is great habit, I suggest you keep at it. After a while I’d like you to sense that, around six to eight inches above your head, there is a personal sun that glows with its own illumination. Rise up, in your awareness, and connect to it. It may feel like it tingles or has a specific vibration. Whatever it is you’ll sense it is correct. Congratulations, my friend. You have just befriended your Soul and, from this moment on, things will just keep on improving in ways you currently cannot imagine hence why I have said, time and again, that creativity is not of this realm so don’t be surprised if you randomly burst out and sing, feel like sketching or get a sudden urge to build some new invention as these are simply the side effects of resurrecting your Inner Sense hence why I said the whole Jesus thing is Self referential as we are Christ consciousness wearing flesh that, at present, is being crucified in your head and its the bad thief, on the left, that won’t repent that broadcasts the voice in your dome that most Thunk is them whilst the divine feminine (who sits to the right) nods her head as she is linked in to your chest and once you reconnect its like you possess an eye, single, once again, that illuminates the darkness you felt and believed you could fill with things that make the tills ring but, at best, only provide a temporary hit as they’re designed to keep you running the treadmill with the rest of the plebs through life to death and back again.
