Its not subtle is it? Once you’ve seen the code of the Matrix you cannot help but question the intent at the helm and the checkerboard effect which offers a hint we’re within a simulation built on 1s and Zeros alternating which is once again:
Light and darkness.
The eternal battle.
Something defined by presence then its absence.
Think again about what I said and how purpose shines from within as it calibrates your mission in the flesh versus the alternative in which many accept scripts someone else writ that are then reflected into them as they rush to play pretend and pump fake they’re all content via the medium of the web pimping lives they don’t live to hide the fact they’re being played themselves.
Tell em and its a diss to everything they hold sacred but every now and then the mask slips.
They will of course deny this because in a world full of fibs the real is hated as you simply can’t pretend to be genuine so the question is what the heck to do my friend?
That is the 8 billion Soul question yes?
I sit alone pondering such things at depth and how exactly I came back to this realm wearing flesh with the rest seeing things that do exist but are to most totally invisible.
Not to the schiz though no not them for they like the mystic don’t fall for the illusions of an Adulterated consciousness.
This is why a man must have purpose.
A reason to live.
A goal around which the rest of your life is built.
Mine is nothing more or less than total liberation of this realm and my Self from is grip.
A lofty ambition for certain and one I don’t talk but live hence I tap the keys send insight via screens from my mind to thine with the intent of shining light into the darkness of your inner realms because that is where the really real dwells:
See none of this is natural for most aren’t causes but effects instead. I mean how can you be the voice in your head when you’re obviously that which listens instead?
Another 8 billion Soul question yes?
How many have lived to death and then back again without stopping to comprehend the intent of the machine elves and origin of the Trickster myth?
Like I said its a topic as deep as the ocean from which this is a mere drip of unfinite consciousness wearing flesh pushing the pen and sending this message to the collective.
Can you imagine you have a pint glass sized thirst and yet the world sells shots? Is five hundred mil in smaller portions the same thing when it comes to slaking that need from within? What would happen next, do you think? Thats right, you’d get used to it and accept it as “the way it is”. And so it shall be. Until you choose to Know the Ledge. The truth of this world is that your parents were incapable of giving you what you needed. Not due to any type of malice (although, it happens) but because of good old fashioned ignorance. See, they stepped in and, at one point, said:
“When I grow up I’ll never be like them”.
And yet, a few decades hence, the exact same statements rolled from their lips to their seed, developing, who were parched from within for unconditional acceptance. Its all we wish, desire and crave. Because we cannot grant it to Self we chase the most ridiculous things then have the audacity to blame them when the image evaporates like a desert oasis. Let me introduce the Rule of Seven:
As a baby, developing, you were pure Inner Sense. This means you were energy in motion with no thought of differentiation. You felt immediately and with your whole being. You’ll note, speedily, that you also did breathe like this. I mean, you can take an Adulterated version at the peak of fitness and request they keep pace with a baby, screaming, and they’ll be winded rather quick. Why is this? Pint glasses delivered thirty mil increments. Imagine you were to take a watermelon, developing, and place it within a glass container, cube shaped. At first it would not notice a thing as the limits are nowhere near its presence but, soon enough, it would bump against. Some lament, others accept. A few ponder and will not relent in pressing against until the school report says:
“Constantly fidgets, won’t listen. Has skills but chooses not to apply them”.
The ones who acquiesce go on to find a world built for them to excel but, after a while, they note nagging emptiness that something is off with this sketch as they nurse a shot gloss filled to the brim with a coping mech, par excellence. This is why drugs sell, the net, flix, and the world wide web slings dopamine hits as quick as you’ll accept. Strip them away and you’ll find the real you, within, that has been screaming for attention since inception and getting more and more fragmented. Well, no, it doesn’t but your representation of it does. Instead you reflect this angst onto your boss, relationship (or lack, therein) as well as a billion other things. Its quite simple to prove, my friend, for if you’ve ever upped sticks with the intent to “reinvent” yourself you’ll find, rather quick, not much really shifts. Stranger still you’ve replicated the place you left and may find a new friend, best, that has traits, identical or, more often, the same problems wearing new skin. That is because they’re simply effects and you are the true cause…
Grok this and a shift happens, perceptual. Things are never the same again once this gnosis hits as you up your res and this is akin to perceiving on a color Four Eighty P flat screen whilst, previously, you were seeing the same scene but on an old black and white CRT with one speaker busted and loads of static thrown in. There are further levels beyond this that get more and more intense and, to me, accurate, but lets keep it simple for this instance, yes? I find it interesting that many people wish to change and more still seem to think that someone outside of them should manage their emotional state which reeks of infantile regress, doesn’t it? Ask them this and they’ll shriek and yell which hints the inner child as it at the helm but they lack the res to tell the difference between the shifts in state and what they bring. If this, for thee, rings bells then consider this imperiment:
Next time you’re about to fly off the handle, first note your posture and breathing. See where you are tense and holding in and flip it. This alone can work miracles. Next, ask when else you felt like this before finally pondering if, in the grand scheme, its worthy of your attention. Most of the time, it isn’t. A couple reported that when one stopped giving an F about the others incessant nagging and responded with a grin instead of the conflict she demanded she was left looking mighty foolish. So she tried again but using a different topic. He caught her in this and pointed out what was happening, with a grin. On this went until they got to the crux of the matter:
She needed, desperately, to feel validated because she felt unattractive after her post baby weight gain but hadn’t dared broach the topic with him directly. Instead she found herself nagging over the most frivolous things. After the conversation the fog that had descended on their relationship lifted as they could now consider other options. The guy himself was surprised to find that he was displacing aggression he daren’t vent at the office and this lead to another conversation about said environment which generated other shifts. The saddest truth about humanity is they are not aware of the options and generally couldn’t care less but, paradoxically, they keep doing what doesn’t change a thing! If that isn’t a hint that we’re all mad around here then I don’t know what is… Once again, it all traces back to your genesis because parents are brilliant at emotional suppression in their seeds. Actually, lets speak on this:
A baby steps in with Three Hundred and Sixty degree illumination. This is because they’re naturally Centered in Self. Now, lets say that the mother has issues with confidence due to her own upbringing. She will, inevitably, ding this whilst developing as it doesn’t feel “correct” to her imprint. It can be light or intense but it will most certainly happen. The child will rebel against this as they feel their light dim which further increases the punishment as they feel their seed is being willful or such things. Lets pretend the father is more permissive and sings the “Boys will be boys!” anthem in response to her complaints. This causes some type of redress but what happens now is the light is no longer equally distributed and thus more intense in one bit to make up for the ingrained darkness. As the boy develops he will find a contradictory state in his self confidence that seems to swing and vacillate for reasons that don’t make sense. It could also manifest as acting out as he links this with positive reinforcement and thus becomes the bad boy who attracts women that are drawn to his rebelliousness and thus they get married and, once again, this trait is compounded for its now across three generations.
Keep in mind, we are talking about one isolated blip when, in reality, most are functioning at One Eighty degree illumination by the time they turn Six and it just keeps on dampening. Until puberty kicks. Here, if the imprints were most traumatic, you’ll see the light trying to shine full tilt and scaring the Soul within the flesh to near death as a whole load of suppression attempts to swim to their consciousness that they were never told how to address or handle. This happens again at Twenty One and after this the script is set but, thanks to the neuroplastic effect, you can rewrite it. If you wish. Now, many do not want to do such things. Especially if one or more parents is dead and thus canonized as the best, ever, to do it. Worse still is they’ll Ctrl C, Ctrl V these traits and states onto their children. Now, amplify this over countless generations, unchecked, along with immense amount of epigenetic traumatic events that also run unchecked from one to the next and various other factors of occult influence and you’ll see why most people are born into a living hell they like to pretend is heaven sent. Why? Because your parents were incapable of giving you what you needed. The good news is that by reading this, Knowing the Ledge and upping your res you can make a difference.
This is akin to taking that shot glass and trading it in for a larger version. It is also why grandparents tend to get along better with the one step removed generation as they’ve had time to shift things and thus see what irritated them, back when, with a new found tint ergo the mother who dinged her son will indulge all types of ruckus with a grin when babysitting because the resonant frequency of light that shines from he is not of exactly the same pitch and thus tolerated with ease. These are practical applications of advanced metaphysics which I’m certain will make sense to those reading for what I’ve mentioned is remarkably common. And yet, nobody questions. The true skill of a Warrior is real time OS shifts as they recode their awareness by introspecting and it all springs from asking questions based on present moment awareness. The timeline process mentioned here is quite spiff for kickstarting introspection and well worth reading if you wish to up your res. What else? Well, on a deeper level, some of us incarnated into tribes that were the exact opposite of our innate resonance hence the black sheep effect. The reason for this is due to spiritual upliftment by shattering old Patterns. It has another benefit of immensely increased spiritual awareness because the child, off rip, feels like they don’t fit in and nobody gets them. Thankfully there is usually another Soul of resonance in close proximity to guide them.
Knowing (capitalized) is when you are certain, with no room for doubt needed, that things kick as said. Another term reffing the same thing is Gnosis. In the end, they’re identical as the thoughts held hostage merely ref a state in which one is absolutely certain of something in a way most ineffable. Call it a gut feeling, intuition or transcending the wheeler dealing of the machine elves, if you wish. Actually, that one is pretty spiff because a lot of trippers do attest that once they’ve ingested enough of chosen specimen to kill their default mode activation they reach a space that feels “really real” and thus it hints, eloptic, where we is is as fake as it gets.
Recently I’ve reached a peak state in awareness but with no chemical lifts or such things and it is really quite interesting:
We may be inside somebodies mind.
I know a lot of you will think this is t’sh, pshaw nonsense as you point at that and this about science states etc etc but that is, in the end, as much use as a man on an island filled with lesbians as it isn’t Gnosis, my friend. Consciousness is everything and if there is only ever one Soul in this realm, as I’ve said, then the next step makes perfect sense as there is only that, period. Let me shed some illumination from my latest res as I’ve been diligently chipping away at my ignorance hence haven’t pushed the pen as frequent:
There is always a tell. A certain swish of ink, a signature beat hit or swing. I mean, did you know that no two people walk the same? If you wish to don a tinfoil turban for a minute then during the time I was having my ‘I am Legend’ imperience I couldn’t help but thinking:
“Hmm, everyone is masked ergo faces are hid and people are also keeping requisite distance as well. If I were a pirate pimp from hell playing tricks on a captive audience using the Dual Reality Principle what would be the truth of this narrative?”.
It all made perfect sense and it wasn’t conscious cogitation but a simple question directed at my Higher Self that sent a fresh download of information tumbling in about what was round in the corner in this immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. See, before this, I’d posited that retail theft would be impossible in a bit because the barcode would be switched with something akin to RFID ergo you walk in, pick and step so it debits your credit. Then they started bringing those self checkouts in. Soon after this you may have noticed immense screens with facial recognition as you walked inwhich told you that not only was the eye in the sky watching but that it sees you as well. It just seemed intuitively logical which is a rather peculiar mix but then what do you expect when you unsquare the circumambulation and unleash the golden spiral which may be in but certainly isn’t of this realm? Its all interlinked hence the fractal effect of a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness which, once again, points at the selfsame thing. Bo! Bo! Bo!
This isn’t the first time its happened though as I actually (don’t) think like this. The parenthesis is to suggest there is no father or mother to my process meaning its not like its actual cogitation or something externally instructed as teaching. It is more akin to questioning the stream of consciousness within which I swim then listening for the answers and hints, eloptic, that offer cryptic means of linkage to assemble a narrative which you, my friend, are free to reality test, outright reject or anything else you wish for this is merely a view from my reality tunnel and thus if ye can tune your set to the same wavelength then we may just be correct, yes? The next bit is hard to explain as there is no logical frame within which to paint but just as I wrote this my intuition provided a symbol, perfect:
See how we Eighties jits are primed to peer beyond the veil, in many respects? Sadly many only develop this skill in terms of pixels and not their inner realms and reality it projects but that is another topic. Its like there is a golden glow, a subtle outline not of this realm, around some things which then links into the next via a differential pattern of resonance and coherence that, initially, is quite easy to miss. “That sounds like some synchromystic schiz BS” says one, well adjusted, to processing a mere 8 bits of information from the billions that could be picked by his Reticular Activating System. And, you know what, they’d be correct. Thats his reality tunnel and thus on them. Mine is different. A higher res and this is what I’m sending to the net via this text hence why I pushed the pen to see if anyone else has noticed but this language is so inept when it comes to Gnosis as it was designed, first and foremost, to preclude it. Or, at least, there was an attempt.
The easiest way for me to ref is to pretend there was, once upon a when, a common language in this realm and from this do the rest descend. In fragments, pieces, edited or flipped. Some have been reversed but all bear the same heritage. Yes, thats perfect. “Now with Ninety Two point Three point less synchromystic BS!”. One who could comprehend this lex, original, would spot the most spurious links and things that, to the rest, seem to make no sense as they’re missing the vital aspect. This older tongue was, as you’d expect, way more rich and symbolic. It was filled with resonance and nuance as well that could expand to the scale of the cosmos or examine the atom, within, and lose not its tender grip on the true way of things. It is from here I push the pen and, once again, we may be inside somebodies mind. Attempting to explain this to people who are, in general, ignorant of their own Kingdom is not exactly a task most simple but it is assisted, really well, with those flickering images and spells that Hollywood sends to people across this realm that tune in to their regularly scheduled programming.
I mean, I told you that Neo Wick told the tale of one Soul playing on different sides of the fence, yes? If the morph of Morpheus wasn’t enough of a hint I point your attention to the medic who stitched John (in the nick of time, I may mention) being the same Keymaker as well. I don’t believe in coincidence, I go in, see dense instead but, be warned, this way lies madness hence why I said so many mathematicians flipped their lids as they’re trying to venture from the land of 8 bits in the left hemisphere of their head to the right instead which knows no such limits. Proof? Once again, it is accessed via resonance and brainwaves are the key to this ergo most are Beta specimens in this realm which is why they have decimated attention spans etc etc. Here is a challenge you may wish to attempt:
Count how many times a movie you’re watching has edits to the shot it presents within one minute.
Then juxtapose this with the fact that each still image, animated, contains more than a thousand words of text can rep before stopping to comprehend that in said flick there are countless symbols, both modern and prehistoric, that speak to a deeper, more primitive aspect and you may just get why I said that movies are encoded transmissions of gnosis, my friend. Once you start Seeing like this then things certainly do shift, super quick, as it is akin to transcending the Matrix, viewing the code and bending the constants that were merely suggestions most accepted without reality testing. Woah, indeed as well as action…
We may well be inside somebodies mind and this is the exact antithesis of what I said in this text as it refs your inner realms because if ones awareness is absent then surely said denizens of the realm would proclaim “God is dead!”, yes? Really stop and think about this. Every organ, every system and subcellular process is alive and glistening with an intelligence that ensures your life kicks to its highest potent. Imagine them to be like workers and you’re the boss up in this bish then imagine you don’t helm as intended to generate a coherent message and resonance and tell me what would happen. As you do this take a look without and glimpse how the outer world mirrors this perfect and one cannot help but draw the conclusion that the leaders are inept on purpose, make false promises and are only out for themselves. Really read that free eBook I mentioned. Its slim, attractive and sure to make you think. Art and artist, recollect?
I jest! I jest! But only because the Joker is the only Soul in the realm that can tell it how it is and keep his head in the midst of such cronyism and pandering. Just stop and think:
You close your eyes and meditate to such a profound depth of stillness that you leave the grips of the hemisphere, left, and traipse into wonderland instead. From this you take a trek below the neck and the cellular intelligence doth sing:
“His eminence graces us with his presence”.
And all is well in the lands. Shades of walking in the garden with the boss, yes? What if the script was flipped (along with everything else in this realm) and it wasn’t we that was kicked but us that left and thus wander around on this rock spaceshipwearing Earthday Suits to interact with a realm which is a fractalized atom blown to immense scale and, deep within, the same process is happening ad infinitum? How is that for a head trip, my friend? Not so much eternal return but recursion instead so basic life is akin to watching a celestial transmission on a black and white TV set, analogue, with one speaker busted and loads of static thrown in. You meditate a bit or take a trip via ingest and suddenly up your res to Two Forty P instead. Things are glorious with a much greater resonance and the level of detail, in comparison, is immense. Most, getting here, would be content but not you, my friend. Oh no. You wonder if there is was one increment then surely this posits there could be the next, yes? A bit further along in this process sits a man, cross legged, with the technological equivalent of a Four K ThreeD set that beams the cosmic play at him in ways most simply cannot imagine. He lauds those making progress and equidistant from him is one sitting with a neural overlay whence carbon and silicon mix so holograph tech allows him to pretend he is living at the time you’re reading this and decodes reality on a twelve inch black and white TV set, analogue, with loads of static thrown in and one speaker busted as well…
Are you starting the get the implications of this freshly delivered bolt of gnosis I’m sharing with the web? This is why they said the Journey is more important than the destination and wanting trumps having as the former is powered by imagination and thus is perfect as brings so much more than the external can ever fulfill but if the law of attraction is correct then acting like you is what you think should means the rest just fits like a straight line in Tetris, correct?
Ancient Sages posited what I’ve just said back when but my view isn’t influenced by them as I Ctrl C, Ctrl V anothers quotables that I spit and then act like I freestyled that, off rip. Oh no. I do the Knowledge, form strong opinions loosely held then attempt to disprove them. What remains, by definition, must be genuine and then I do it again in a process of constant refinement I’ve termed Incremental Betterment. Its truly mindglowing. Genuinely, it is. It also has some implications that are dark as pitch but, at present, it ticks so many boxes about life and its whims that it makes absolutely perfect sense that we truly are within somebodies mind which is reffed, once again, by the Hermetic axiom that the universal is mental. I wonder if he knew, back when, as he penned such thing that the present spin would use that term in both senses as the inmates, long ago, took over this floating insane asylum and normalized their own brand of craziness…
In September Twenty Five Sainsbury’s installed biometric tracking cameras in seven of its stores thanks to a partnership with the not at all orwellianally titled Facewatch corporation. Just the other day Apple let slip that soon they’ll need your face to use the functionality of a phone that you purchased and we all know about Discord pushing for the same thing.
For the 81% who are Slaves, par excellence, I predict nothing. These slacktivists may moan and bish online for a bit but, in the end, they’ll go along with it. Just like they accepted ads on Netflix, the Reddit API thing and shrinkflation on everything that switched out so many crucial ingredients that Hersheys can no longer be called chocolate. There is very little meat in these gym mats but at least you know what you get with a partially gelatinated non dairy gum based beverage…
The average McDonalds burger contains the finest blend of around a thousand different cows. This isn’t by accident, my friend, as the intent is to discombobulate your nervous system with incoherent fields of information as you were born into a war, invisible, that is now ramping up its efforts on all fronts. Just ask Burger King who are using AI for monitoring the manners of their staff. Getting back to Sainsburys and how it hints at the rise of digital communism:
Read the article I penned back when about how supermarkets killed communities then try and prove me incorrect by researching the sheer amount of backhanders Tesco gave the fledgling Labor government then ask yourself the question of why if perjury is illegal did no one prosecute Nayirah for stating that she saw Iraqis play football with dead babies heads so Bush and Blair could wade in and steal all the oil they could get from an imaginary threat after manufacturing consent. Then wonder about the “dark actors” mentioned by the weapons expert that ended up dead for stating, on record, that the whole WMD thing was an immense fib to generate pretext and how proof was lacking. And Nayirah? Check her links with the Feds, how Hill & Knowlon did PR rep and then wonder why Amnesty International “fact checked” and corroborated all of this yet she never did any time in the bing for directly being responsible for loads of deaths for her Oscar winning performance on the world stage. Just like Live Aid bought AKs for the rebels instead of feeding the starving as they said they would…
Look deeper into Sainsbury’s deal with Facewatch and it reveals the presence of the government and a specially whipped Police intelligence unit. Doesn’t that heady mix seem more than a little sketch? Much like the Nayirah PsyOp they’ve astroturfed public opinion by pulling at heart strings with things like this:
Nice, eh? It makes sense to hand over your biometrics for free in order to save Six P per shop. What a genius thing that is! Except this is only the beginning of the digital communism they intend to unleash on this realm. If the plebs continue to accept all the BS they sell in increments then purchase air freshener as well to take the edge off the stench that but don’t mention they’re filled with gender bending chemicals that ain’t good for your health or they’ll say you’re worse than Hitler himself. Lets take a trip to back when:
I came up in the bricks where it was all about using your fists to generate dividends ergo recollect, well, how Maggie and her clique had the peasants revolting and kicking six shades of excrement out of each other on the terraces to vent their frustration. They were worried the plebs may turn up at Number Ten, mob handed and, wouldn’t you know it, they were soon drenched in the finest lab made MDMA pills that first had them raving then killing each other instead. Divide and conquer, in full effect. One of the survivors of these street wars once said:
“See what it is, kid, is that those filthy basts walk around with Polaroid cameras that are hidden. When the chance presents and they’re ready to move on a suspect they don’t try and nick you or anything. Oh no, they just take a pic, stick a hole punch on the white bit and bang it in with the rest using a bit of ring binding with those things you see on keyrings. Thats their “Book of Faces” and if you’re in it you’re pretty much F’d as you’re no longer invisible when it comes to handing out violence on the terrace as they’ll turn up at your place of gainful employment and start asking questions”.
This really made me think as I recollected this just around the time Facebook was becoming big so I looked into it and, what do you know, the Feds were present thanks to the investment by Peter Thiel in the whole thing with his links via In-Q-Tel. Like I said, one script, one intent and one method of action is the hallmark of these demons wearing flesh as they have a thirst they cannot quench – no matter how much Adrenochrome they sip. Not content with controlling your mind thanks to two decades internment in your local camp of concentration which taught you what (and not how) to think the next step is total domination of your movement as well. Hence the push for Twenty Minute Cities and things of that ilk and this new “Use your face to unlock everything. Unless you’re a terrorist or engaged in something sketch that needs our investigation”. Guilty till proven innocent and you do this by accepting the terms and conditions as stated. Ask the people who sold their Souls to Gamestation, back when, how that went…
So, you’re grocery shopping in ignorance and all the while the businesses are funneling profits to a private branch of the feds that, get this, have been deployed since Twenty Three and features M&S, the Co-op, Next, Boots etc in a nice little coalition with a singular intent. Consider how a Freedom of Information Request revealed that Northamptonshire police had nearly Eight Hundred people on a secret watchlist around the time climate protesters did their thing and see if you can spot where they got their information and its deeper meaning. Whilst you’re pondering this you may also question exactly what kicks with the masses of datasets that Google and co are pimping because the sheer detail of a sketch you can build with telemetry and metadata is mind boggling. Not to mention that seeing through walls using wifi tech is now a thing that can be downloaded from Github in order to give a spin so what are they keeping hid? Let me tell you something I suspected around the time COVID hit:
“If I were a vampire wearing flesh that sold and told loads of BS what would my intent be for having people obscure their dish whilst keeping distance?”.
Then I grinned as “Gait analysis for identification” swam into my consciousness. Did you know that no two people step the same? Pair what I’ve said before this with the coming riots (orchestrated) and you’ll see how its all configured to perfection as they move from different directions but with one intent that is sometimes hidden and maybe announced, now and then. Its the same reason why the bad guy always tell the hero what he intends but that is a deeper topic, my friend. They want to know where you is, what you think, who you link and, most importantly, where you reject the script they programmed in, back when. The question is:
Now you know about it, what are you gonna do?
Whilst you are pondering I’d like to offer some more tidbits for your consideration:
And in case you think this is mere tinfoil turban raving, par excellence, look into the Phoebus cartel and how they forced compliance of lightbulb engineering to ensure the glow dimmed much quicker than intended to make the tills ring. But, fear not, for you now have LEDs instead. Except they amp unnatural frequencies that mess with your hormones and kip but thank Abraxas for Starbucks (with their demonic logo and influence) as they have coffee cups filled with, you guessed it, gender bending chemicals to ensure the resistance from men is nil. Beyond some angry tweets and bleats from the sheep who will do naught else but pay lip service to the image of a rebel. Remember how everyone thought that one conspiracy theorist who suggested that Apple were slowing down old phones on purpose is off is head but was later proven correct? What about Nestle selling starving Africans baby milk with sugar added in but this ingredient was missing from what they peddled to the Swiss? Look into what they did in the Seventies and deaths they bought to the continent thanks to a PR campaign, immense, to turn them away from breast milk. I mean, how are you supposed to prep a liquid meal for the kids when there there is no potable drinking water in this bish?
Like I said, its all intended and the force at the helm is as wicked as it gets as they need to pimp your Prime connect to live as they lack it and thus heart based resonance as well. They see you lot as human capital holes to make ill, fill with pills and send bills till they die, get mindwiped and reskinned but that is a whole nother topic that hints the world was built crooked on purpose. Wetiko, Krivida, the Emotional Plague. Call it what you will, there is only one solution:
Quite the opposite but it was during another fools errand I had a moment of clarity which said:
“You escaped into worlds virtual back when in order to transcend the madness that otherwise would have drove you insane for your developing brain was not equipped to make sense of all of thisyet“.
I developed a method that helps to do just this and it really is quite spiff as it inspired me to pen an ode to failed attempts at healing the child within via the use of modern retro tech that you have just been reading.
Really stop and think about what I said my friend and tell me if it makes any sense or have you too clicked that the thrill of anticipation and the rest rapidly dims after your latest acquisition.
After healing and relinking with me from back when he’s more than satisfied with the device I already possess as his mind is doing backflips at the immense progress and selection as well plus gaming is super fun again as I’m not chasing a feeling:
Allow me to illuminate the grim reality of life as it truly is inside the domes of 81% of the planet. This may, or may not, include you, my friend, so its worth paying attention to your bodily sensations, cognitive reactions and emotions during this interaction because if I said you had the head of a giraffe your response would be nil, yes? If, on the flip, you got super triggered and started finger pointing it could be said you’re protesting too much via a stretched neck that, previously, was munching eucalyptus… Remember, he who makes you mad is your Master and that makes up the other 11% of the equation who, in turn, get mucho vexed at I, one of the 8% that Know the Ledge and see through their shadowplay. The most amusing thing? I’m nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination and this all takes place inside your own personal wavelength so what comes next is an occult view of Platos Cave and its contents therein:
Lets pretend you’re sitting in a cinema in the not too distant. They use Feelie tech in which the old black screen and flickering illumination are things of the past. Instead, thanks to the chip in your head, they interface directly with the CNS so that the perfectly engineered images they present (which follow a tight script designed to elicit certain reactions) are interpreted by you as thee. There, like dreams, is a time compression aspect along with the illusion of free will for the scenes elicit specific bands of resonance that then force you into action and towards completion. That, in a nutshell, is Platos Cave and its actually an esoteric metaphor and map of higher reality, dig:
The meta posits that there is, first and foremost, a man. Without he there is no need for the rest of this. He was, at one point, not stuck within this contraption, external, which limits his movement and forces his vision to take in certain signals which are cast by a flame behind him. In front of this we have a clique that see a clearer pic who parade images that create shadows on the wall. This is the cinema tech but something way more powerful and primal. Now, just how every single detail in a movie scene has lots of thought and detail that goes in ranging from product placement and color gradients there is plenty of effort that goes into creating and maintaining this false state of resonance for the denizens of said plantation. I use that term well as, for those ignorant of the shadow aspect (aka the multiverse of madness) whatever they beam seems realer than real. Its like being born with a VR headset on your dish that uses not wires but a series of sharp metal barbs to interface directly with your brainstem. If I were to pull at it, ever so gentle, your CNS would scream as a means to self protect against further suffering as the original imprint is long repressed but is still present, nonetheless. How many would comprehend that the fact I can elicit this type of reaction with mere words it hints that there are actually three parts of the Game they weren’t even aware they were playing?
This is where the 8% come in.
See, the upside of any trick is the thrill of conquest once you Know the Ledge and discover the shadows depth as you grin and recollect your Higher Self created all of this as a wheeze, a jest, a huge cosmic riff which is akin to playing Hide and Seek with your divine aspect made flesh. The VR headset, in Platos sketch, is the contraption which, to thee, is akin to a couple of decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead” along with the habitual tensions you inherited from both sides of your lineage. These show up as somatic Patterns of impingement in your flesh that are then mirrored in the intellect to create certain responses to the shadowplay mentioned. He who shines a light on this either flips his lid or gains illumination as he clambers out of the Cave after encountering and besting all the traps they done set as they really, really, really do not want one to leave as it breaks the immersion of this false reality they try so hard to sell to the rest. Imagine it like this, my friend:
The whole world uses real gold as money. Problem is, its big, heavy and hard to trade for smaller things. Some genius says:
“Hey buddy, you can trust me. Give that lump of metal within which we place faith, implicit, and instead take this slip. It says you own X and will pay on demand the sum of whatever as promised. Look, there is even a pretty picture of my countenance on the paper as well. Ain’t that swell?”.
You are hesitant because you are seemingly giving away something real for a far more nebulous concept and thus, being of sound mind and health, keep hold of your wealth. The Merchant of Venice extends his embrace like a phoenix and wishes you well. It just so happens that as you leave his premises you almost have an encounter with a group of ruffians. He comes swooping in to your rescue and your thanks are profuse as his bonafides have now been established as he takes this moment of emotional intensity to pimp your mind most delicately. He outlines how you know he and he reciprocates with thee:
“For if this slip was in your grip they would have been perplexed as gold is the coin of the realm and thus your investment was, is and will be, safe with me. Luckily for you I was watching you recede and thinking, fondly, of our special meeting which lead to saving you from those thieves”.
All told you are sold and thus buy in as you dip and smile with your need slip and the security of faith it brings as it sits on your hip. In turn you extol the virtues of this man and his seemingly endless stream of cousins across the realm for ye can now take this bit which, in turn, refs a larger chunk of gold, solid, and spend as you wish without needing to chip away and weigh with scales.
They say absolute power corrupts the same range and, after a bit, the Merchant is feeling himself as he holds loads of gold in his grip and thus starts issuing loans. “At interest” he says, as part of his sales pitch as he outlines the sketch of another of these perspective fixing contraptions Plato mentioned as different shadows flit across the wall of the Cave inside your head that is lit by the power of imagination and its fires, currently stoking. He weaves his tale and castles are built inside your dome but, get this, he then charges you rent to live within! Woe betide anyone who attempts to surf onto the beach of your awareness with a:
“Dude, he’s built a trick on top of an illusion that he’s been spinning for gen, since back when, as he sells more slips as scrip without a thing to back them beyond your investment in his magical grift”.
Remember those ruffians? They were his cousins in fancy dress. The whole charade was just another scam built on the same Pattern. Same with the VR headset which is the same old dreamselling but now using another medium. So, in the Feelie tech version, you are sitting in a dark cavern seeing visions of illumination andthe flame of imagination is powering using certain symbols presented in a specific order to generate an emotional response in much the same way the black mirror in your grip can elicit fear, disgust or laughter via the visions it induces using red, green and blue pixels. This is an occult view of Platos Cave and you as it actually refers to the finer and gross points of mind control plus the power of influence. if you know this and you’re part of the 11% but if, on the flip, you Know it you’re capable of awakening the Warrior within and gaining the true liberation (without obligation) of feeling the Sun on your face as you clamber from below the Earths surface where all this deception takes place, shake your head at how slick this model is and then you have two choices:
Go on your way and enjoy the air, so fresh, along with the rest of natures bounties as you spend the real gold, once again or risk perishing in the peril of the reverse access traps set that you’d previously transcended to try and tip the brainstem interfaced trauma imprint pimping shadowplay as well as the irate tenders of the flame of false illumination hence why Cypher said he wanted to be someone special. Like an actor… Who, exactly, are you trying to keep up with, my friend? Have you been noting your emotional responses and activation from the elucidation of this ancient legend with its practical applications? There are so many layers to the trick but it is, at its essence, remarkably simple and consistent:
“Thou shalt have no other gods but mere for I’m known for my jealously and may just smack a high note out of your rear end if you dare disrespect my presence for I am the best, yes?”.
Stuck inside a contraption made of a rigid structure that encases your flesh like clear perspex around a watermelon in development your shape now takes a boxy, cubic form as another brick in the wall. It feels strange but is also comforting as everyone else is doing it but the best part of the trick is each one of these potential Suns of radiance is now being tricked by a single, false, sense of illumination. Better yet, whilst the symbols remain constant the definitions can be pimped by whatever the voice in their head says so you can, for example, convince a Muslim to kill a Jew whilst neither stops to think:
“Wait a minute, he worships Allah via the Kaaba which is identical in shape to the Trefilin that I, a practicing tsaddik, wear on my head as I delve into the mysteries of the Kabbalah”.
I mean, its not at all hidden, is it? More like an open secret that can only be seen by those who pry the VR headset off their dish as then they’ll click the pains and sores of the flesh are due to this contraption which may or may not link with the death of English spells that have you invested in a “weak daze” as you, voluntarily, place an inverted noose around your neck as part of the business of living within which you engage for all the slips that are fit to print and, get this, they say “I promise to pay the bearer on demand the sum of…” what, exactly? A pound of flesh. Nothing more or less. Run all of this back again and pick up a pen to create notes to Self of each and every point where I’m totally incorrect, raving, loony and off the plantation as I drive Miss Daisy then recollect, back when, the ones who tended their own faux flames of filial fabianism to extract profit coined the phrase “drapetomania” to label those pesky runaway slaves as the problem for daring to reject the shadow programming that was so effective for the rest when it came to investing actual blood and sweat in the picking of metaphorical cotton and its constant reinforcement via whipping and, soon, chipping, to see via the forced perspective and tale woven, therein.
That, to me, is the sketch of Platos Cave and its occult interpretation. Once you’ve seen its symbols and script you can spot its echoes, reflected, on many levels in this coherently collapsed construction of consciousness ergo you’re encouraged to reality test and prove me incorrect. This is no staid academic text with footnotes and references but something I’ve lived ergo its akin to busting loose from the contraption, dodging the axe that swings at ones head via the traps, pre-set, then taking off on a perilous quest to bypass the ruffians and their archonic ilk who look up, for a moment, from all the loosh they’re extracting via the performance selling to the rest who are blissfully ignorant they’ve never, ever seen or even felt the true luminary and its resonance on their pasty white skin and, worse still, if one ripped the aftermarket attachment from their dish they’d yell you were the one causing such pain and suffering as they rushed to defend the Cave, those who built, and the ones who pimp their best in exchange for the worthless via the comfort of illusion as the voice in their head says:
“Tear him to shreds. Death to the infidel!”.
And they, unthinking, do such a thing before settling right back into the wall of ignorance that was built to the specs of the architect who came up with the whole grift, back when, and the trick is so old and effective that one could say, correct, the Empire never ends, just dons new skin. Like the interaction between the mind control fungi Cordyceps and the ant whose CNS it jacks in order to reproduce itself at their expense. Lets say one of these formicidae species was, somehow, formidably resistant to this process and looked at his friends, Romans and countrymen then said:
“Know ye not ye are gods who accept the concept of being mere ants which are then further pimped by a predator of consciousness that is secondary in comparison to the Prime who pre-exists and manifests, at this present moment, as the true source of your illumination for thou are not the candle made of flesh that drips and melts from one life to the next but something far more subtle and ineffable which, paradoxically, makes everything happen whilst remaining invisible to all but those who Know the Ledge”.
To them, he may as well be speaking Aramaic as they, in their heads, hear:
At which point the spores rip, digest the old flesh they used as a proxy vehicle and the whole thing begins again. During all of this the one Centered in Self with the gnosis of Inner Sense present feels the Sun illuminate his presence as he looks at the shadowplay of the Cave and the Adulterated therein. In this respect, my friend, what would thee do to impress the gravity of the situation for the denizens as the contraption made of carbon promises to change elements with a shift to silicon in which people will be freed from the binds of being square watermelons only to be pureed instead and blended into another arrangement using a hex much like the one which spins on the poles of Saturn hence the “Star of Remphan” bit is present and correct which begs the question exactly how societies, ancient, Knew of this dataset and extrapolated a whole load more about the planets and their orbits plus gnosis encoded therein before Rome fell and the British Empire rose instead which, in turn, (via way of Boston) became the US then that may or may not have paperclipped Hitler and his clique to drop bombs over Baghdad that houses old artifacts plus curious myths and legends that vanished after the occupation for the first place the Army hit was the museum which is most telling, yes? Nowhere near as much as what Saddam actually said but, oddly, is not translated by any official portal in the West nor have they released his statements either. Some of this is interlinked to the Cave. Others are just random references that hint at a larger coherence which suggests this web doth spin way before Gemistos Plethon happened to “find” such ancient hoary texts that went on to become the foundations of the West in a time when saying such things did spring from his own imagination would have caused quite a stir…
I’m sure, by now, you can see the lines, read between them then comprehend the ink, invisible, that etches another message upon the tightly stretched canvas that life doth fling its inks of emotions, directional, to ensure the OG Feelie tech generates yet another square watermelon set adrift (but firmly plugged in) to the Forest of Illusion, yes? Tell me, my friend, did anything start to flicker within via this transmission of gnosis using the black mirror in your grip which is the basis of three major religions engaged in seemingly perpetual conflict or am I just ranting and raving in ways quite poetic that have no underpinning basis in reality or thoughts worth considering? I’ll let you tell it.
81/11/8.
Get in where you fit in.
If a river contains a maze made of glass for you to run in we would reward best those who progress without head bumping, yes? But what of those odd fish that won’t relent as they recollect a time not of this spin in which their movements were more free and spontaneous as against the grain they do swim in their quest for emancipation. In many ways that is the true state of the limitation Game which offers yet another hint into why the so called schizophrenic is actually correct but only the mystic transcends as the rewrites the OS inside his head thanks to escaping the Cave, mentioned.
Strange times in this realm, yes? The veils are thin and ignorance, thick. Maybe now people will get what I said about being fed upon by a predator of consciousness? Next step is comprehending the forces at the helm are actors with scripts that play parts, as and when. Me? I know this well as I was razed in Hell and, yes, that is the correct spell of that lex but, on the flip, I now look at it as enforced enlightenment instead as its a much more empowering perspect that also makes way more sense. Hopefully this helps many stuck in the shadows depth for that is where one must tread, my friend, to seek enlightenment.
At this point in my Hero’s Quest I have a perspect that is beyond good and evil in the sense because each pro needs an antagonist to make it happen. I mean, can you imagine a movie without bad guys? They’re divinely ordained evil that merely play a role in this Game of Souls and whatever they’d said about whoever they mentioned is only the tip of a much darker iceberg that offers hints about what it truly means to wear flesh in this realm at present. All of your so called “leaders” are corrupted. I mean, take a look at the Hells Angel herself and how this rich wretch had millions on deck but barely gave the dying in her care an Asprin then contrast that to the image they sell and how she, herself, never, ever heard from the divine as she lacked that link for she was of vampiric ilk. Not me though. I hear the Psylense on FM as I live my lyrics hence the truth protects me, everywhen:
Do the Knowledge, my friend. Do the Knowledge. Its the only thing worth anything in this realm of illusion at present as it presents a truth, eternal:
That you are an immortal wearing flesh that may be in but certainly is not of this dimension hence the primacy of consciousness which means you ain’t no John of House Smith or any other mess you never stopped to reality test. Up your res. Up your res, my friend. Then you’ll spot these graspers of consciousness and hit em with the Aha!
Once you click there is a youniverse within and the outer is merely a projection then its a hop, skip and jump to transcendence. Get it? Ending the trance. The spells are the hint of where you need to flip the script as behind all of this evil and malice is nothing more or less than the discarnate intelligence known as the machine elves aka origins of the Trickster myth. This is what you’re up against, my friend, and you will, for certain, meet them at death whence they’ll present all types of illusions to lure you back into the skin again for another spin. Not me though. This is my last life ergo my cup of gnosis is overfilled hence why I push the pen like this with the intent to assist and shift the collective wavelength far beyond their regularly scheduled programs. This is why they go after the chosen who choose themselves as their Loosh is of the finest vintage and this rarefied elixir keeps these forces fed which iswhy that voice in your head tortures you at Two AM, in bed, about things that are totally irrelevant in the end. Make smarter decisions.
To make you forget your true purpose of wearing flesh:
Everyone came to change the world for the better.
No ifs, and or buts about it. Its why they pimp genetic trauma inheritance, tell you who to keep up with and, most of all, have legally mandated two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” programming. Add in loads of media tricks and how these pimps of consciousness know your true script and you’ll see exactly why they force your mind to look every place but within. That is where the truth dwells and for each of us it is quite different in terms of manifestation but the intent is identical:
Use what I said in this vid to speak to the child within and see if what I said is incorrect or accurate. That is all I’m asking. Not to believe me or follow etc etc but discover your true strength then actualize it. They are legion for many is them in the flesh but they share one intent and thus it takes a nation of billions to hold back your Inner Sense. To achieve this end they used the most cunning trick:
It is filled with dread at the thought of being discovered, needs to invest in an “Us vs Them” narrative and keeps you up at Two AM as it extracts the juice of negative energetics to ensure those without the Prime connection are well fed. That is a huge topic but can easily be reality tested with one simple question:
Next time you’re stressing, stop feeding this predator of consciousness and, instead, note your posture and breath. Then change it. If you could see beyond this realm to the subtle aspect where these pimps dwell you’d find all types of beams and links, etheric, which is how they do what they did. I use that in past tense as I’m beyond it and thus Centered in Self. Getting there was quite difficult but, in a twist most ironic, it is they who showed me the way as each time I’d break their grip they’d unleash another spell until I comprehend that its merely a suggest. Without the emotional heft I’d add on it had as much substance as a fart in the wind. And, even then, the straight up BS they sell and tell across this realm can be used to fertilize the rose of higher consciousness that is the emblem of your Spirit. The thorns are those of Gnosis which keep ignorance at a distance so your Prime connection is protected and thus one can freely get on with their mission in this realm. I’m living proof of this. You can be as well, my friend, if you’re still reading this text as I’ve packed my corner of the web with practical metaphysics, exercises to raise awareness and alternative viewpoints that make you think. Believe nil. Not a thing. Reality test with a mind to prove me incorrect because that reveals what is real and genuine. Accept nothing less. Ever for you are in but certainly not of this realm…
If they can keep you tricked, flipped and disconnected they win the ultimate win:
Your Opponent has a thirst he cannot quench as the belly of the beast is never filled. This is why the 1% own everything and are still miserable. The world, it seems, is not enough. Know why? They lack the Prime connection that you possess and their aim is to keep you uncentered so they can claim it instead then trick you at death by showing the life you should have lived before they do it all again! Ah, its slick. My thanks to them for teaching me their methods because the tricks are as old as they are effective. Until you spot what kicks then you wonder how you missed it. Like who keeps sending the prophets another side kills dead? That should be a hint that we’re not in Kansas, my friend. Sprinkle in why you walk on a “sole” and how your foot “heals” and you may start to Know the Ledge as its all literally backwards and we’re a race of giants trained to kneel at the feet of midgets and emulate what they said.
I mean, its all there, right in front of them, yes? So if I spot the links, occulted, and speak on them how can that be a problem? Ultimately, I am the only Soul in this realm therefore I’m talking to figments of my imagination ergo its a Game of three halves, my friend… In order to keep things sporting I’m going to stick to the 81% Rule as I no longer need cross the line to see where it sits as I’m aligned along the Vertical Axis of transcendence. Still remember the purple skies and sun that never sets in a time that was endless and thus still present for only the moment truly exists. The first yogi dwells within my presence. Lifes greatest gift is the present and its a pleasure to unwrap it on this stage most treacherous as it keeps things interesting.
We’re all playing parts, in the end, during and beginning. Its why you get the SJV as it powers the uptick and ascent from matter to Spirit after being consumed, ejected and thus born again in order to learn a lesson. Ironically, we aren’t that different in the end as you did the same to me and thus reminded that I too am an immortal. Except I’m protected by the truth, everywhen, with no obligations or conditions. In each age, constant. Forms may shift but the function remains, identical. Maybe thats why I suspect we’re within a fractal which is a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness ergo there is but one thing (itself no “thing”) that is everything… Its quite fascinating though, that is for certain as each day I chip away at my ignorance to reveal the unfinite glory of Inner Sense that is me, in and beyond the flesh. An aspect of the Prime who pre-exists and is akin to the eternal flame of illumination that motivates me to push the pen and kick the ballistics in times of wholesale ignorance for when you see your Self with the eyes of truth you are immune from all deception. Some may call that enlightenment but we both know there are two forms of illumination at present ergo the one who learns to discern the difference makes all of this as only one is eternal, unconditional and thus the Prime resonance of the highest wavelength:
The intent of this text is to render clearer what was said, back when, about how there is obviously a side that sends prophets with a message to spread and how there is another team, closer at hand, that kills them dead then sets one against the next to profit from conflict. Really ponder this at depth, my friend, and it may just become Self evident that there is more to this sketch than Show & Tell ever said. I mean, just look around and the constant rivers that run red and how the few who own everything steal from those with less than nothing. Not to mention why your childs glow dims after having spent some time interned in their local camp of concentration. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put together the bits but the question is why you don’t spot the links? The answer is the hand they hid that plays all the tricks whilst you’re busy following the other the magician flourishes.
Movies are encoded transmissions of gnosis.
From whence comes the creative aspect? Ask any musician with a drug in their veins or the artist who rose at Two AM with a completed vision in his head as well as Doc Brown slipping on the porcelain to see a design in his mind he simply had to manifest. Haven’t you ever pondered how there are obviously two speeds of consciousness, at the min? Consider how you can fill in a whole world, immense, behind lids closed in the PM as your eyes move with the speed of a sprinter on amphetamine and its obvious something kicks, yes? Same with intuition that delivers a full clip of gnosis that then can take a lifetime of decoding and implementation. There is another thing I share, for your consideration:
The subconscious mind cannot tell the difference between what is real, dreamed or imagined.
Just check this text about having a pretend lemon on deck then ponder the bigger pic and what it hints at as they continually assail your senses with a well orchestrated PR blitz that is designed to make things shift in tiny little increments. Check it:
What we are speaking on today is not the super obvious, as mentioned, but a more subtle undercurrent that has ran through art in all forms since da Vinci spilled the ink and spoke on metaphysical things via his Vitruvian Man or Michelangelo and the human brain which thoughtfully displayed the hemispheric differences in a way that was as blatant as subtle because its the eyes of wisdom take in what is missed by the ignorant. I don’t mean this as a diss, just stating an observation and what come next is something you are free to agree or disagree with as its just my perspective which is, as always, a loosely held opinion of some strength:
If the brain is constantly assailed with the same message from different things it creates a standardized expectation of its resonance. Take aliens, for example. The universal gray first popped onto the world stage in fiction ranging from Follingsby to Wells then Crowley himself who he said spoke to him after conducting a magical ritual which many do dismiss but I find of interest as it was his friend that went on to build jet propulsion engines which took man to the moon. Or so its alleged. I jest, I jest! But only a little bit because just as Nineteen Sixty had kicked Barney and Betty Hill went and got themselves abducted by aliens who looked exactly as said. What a coincidence! After this it was open season and there was a massive uptick in the whole “visitors from outer space” thing. In case you think this is a stretch, consider this reference:
In Nineteen Fifty Seven the Three Faces of Eve hit the screen and unfolded its depiction of MPD that was based on reality. After this there was an immense uptick in the presentation and diagnosis of said thing across countless offices of medical professionals. Isn’t that interesting? When Top Gun did its thing the military recruitment wing rubbed its mitts with glee as a they had loads of new cannon fodder to feed to the war machine. The Queens Gambit has chess sets flying off the shelves. Flashdance generated a blip of off the shoulder sweatshirts and there was a clownfish shortage after Nemo did his thing. Still finding an element of denial in all of this? Take a pad and pen, write a timeline sketch of past events then fill in exactly how much did Hollywood influence your mindset, fashion and the rest. I’ve asked this question to countless and the answers are of interest as some start to comprehend the manipulation, invisible. I mean, how many people did the CIA funded trend of Gangsta Rap kill as it simultaneously filled private prisons as well? Why were Snoop and Dre yelling out brands owned by Seagrams who then owned the distribution of the label they repped and shares in incarceration as well? The links are Self evident once you start to dig as the money always spins to a limited clique that exert a massive influence through the power of consolidation and such things. No tinfoil needed.
We will soon begin to pick apart these woven threads and see the hints that were sent to proliferate in mass consciousness but, as your starter for ten, I wish you to consider an obscure black and white flick entitled Metropolis from way back when:
More than any other clip this piece of science fic has had its images and concepts made eternal as they were constantly refreshed in the collectives awareness via things as obtusely linked as Karl Lagerfelds fashions, countless musical starlets and more movies at which you can shake a stick. The underlying premise? A dystopian future in which the rich live in comfort at points of elevation whilst the poor toil beneath them in a land where even time is manipulated. Add in a messiah that was promised and a robotic agent provocateur thrown in the mix plus there is so much occult symbolism that its no wonder we’re about to live in what was outlined, back when, and that, if nothing else, should make one question the narrative because you’re encoded or decoding in this realm. One folds out, blooming, whereas the other turns in and thus houses a thirst, unquenched, that constantly craves another hit as well being told who to keep up with and what is on trend and isn’t.
Just consider how James Dean played to a T the rebel without a cause motif that caused countless to dress and pretend like they truly didn’t give an F as well as Audrey bringing the little black dress to the helm for ladies that want to impress the leading men. Sex & the City made expensive shoes the in thing and set the ball rolling for a lot of cat ladies in training and even Wallace and Gromit made cheese sales rocket so there is obviously something kicking, yes? Toy Story Two bought Etch A Sketch back from the brink as well and Groundhog Day made a local event into a worldwide thing that saw the turnout rocket from a couple of thousand to numbers, immense, and rising. Now take this whole thing and make the tool of influence fit into your fist as they tell and sell which lifestyle you should keep up with and the rest from a witch in fancy dress and tell me if the spells and rites, ancient, were not effective or were they purposefully hidden and rebranded for the next age? It is telling that went Jung dove in to his own subconscious realm he nearly flipped his lid at what seemed to be a rich, valid and vivid dimension that exerted a massive influence and seemed to be totally independent of his default observation, yet was obviously woven in.
Imagine if you could take control of this? What type of world would you build? Would you let them see what is right in front of them and terraforming their inner realms or keep it secret and continue pumping in the same message and narrative told via a million different threads that, crucially, pass through the same hands before they make it your awareness? And yet, none dare call it conspiracy… Come with me as we unravel these knots and unweave the narrative to examine the elements and influence as well because the main thing with a magic trick is its never as impressive when you pimp the pimp but it is most elucidating as one really starts to think. You only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent and with that said its worth wondering why schizophrenics are the only in the realm that don’t fall for false images in their head. Isn’t that the tell that there may be more to heaven and earth, my friend?
