How to Turn Your Weaknesses Into Strengths

We, every one of us, is locked in a battle with an Opponent that won’t rest. He manifests as many things but his primary mode of influence is that voice in your head. That is why he’ll never tell:

“How can you be me when you’re obviously the one listening?“.

That would kill his whole gig, dead. Now, how to turn your weaknesses intro strengths, find your talents and kerb stomp the Opponent to actualize your potent:

Look at what it is you do and know you shouldn’t or that which you ain’t but are aware you could. If you chief, constant, that is because your lungs are targeted as they could be used to speak some resonance instead of playing lets pretend with some botanicals in your system which leave you more blunted than crisp. Not dissing, just stating. Constantly eating? What is the truth you’re not speaking? Sit still, dive in, transcend the cravings and feel the pain you’ve been hiding then feel your wings untuck themselves as you spring to a new resonance. When people speak of destiny theft, this is literally what it is as each one of us steps with a mission etched in our chest we intend to accomplish. This is why your parents wrecked your inner realms, back when, with two words that fractured your Inner Sense and let the Opponent in as he, my friend, is a generational curse pretty close to a demon and needs your flesh to access this realm ergo he pimps your awareness like an insane GPS that says:

“Hey, lets drive off this cliff!” as you nod your head and accelerate where he meant. Why would he do this? Simple mathematics. Can you imagine, just for a bit, that 1 + 1 = 11? Now, lets pretend the reason you spent next to two decades interned in your nearest camp of concentration, back when, and they hammered into your head that the only available option is the one you know well. That leaves nine points per person on the table as they, instead, will chase all the money thats fit to print whilst, all the while, feeling a nagging sense of emptiness and in case you think I’m kicking some metaphysical BS lets put it to the test with a simple question that says:

On a scale of 1 to ten, with the single digit repping the wackest version of your Self and the other end stating you in full res, doing it the ultimate and optimized best – where do you sit?

See how you Knew, in an instant, exactly which hand had been dealt and where you placed your chips? This is the world of the Slave/Masters, my friend, and its why 1% control everything as they’re playing a different Game to the one they sell to the rest which is why crimes with a fine are for poor people, in the end, as the rich will avoid the hitch and even if its a big thing they’ll buy their way from the table as there is a reason they call it “court” as he the umpire judges from the mid and watches two ravens pass a brick and the one left holding it admits the other wins but, in the end, its the chumps paying for the services that are getting pimped. I’ll let you tell. Now, getting back on thread:

The principle is inversion. If you are shy in one arena thats to hide the confidence that would allow the natural spring of your talents so it may be that you really hope, dream and wish to do that, this or some other thing but but, you are no Vincent, my friend. Not yet, at least, as most reading will be stuck in Max mode and saying how it needs to be perfect instead of just starting with whats present and building, brick by brick. That is akin to reclaiming those missing chips and, suddenly, you find the eternal optimist who can do way more with less resurrect within as you dwell in Inner Sense and thus, for example, instead of spending your time researching what cameras and tech the best youtubers are using you pick up that old, busted phone and upload something raw and direct which, in this modern era, is so totally live and fresh that it makes people check your message and thus you hone your talents and then, one day, you find all the extra BS was due to, you guessed it, the voice in your head that used to make you sweat and think your attraction to traction wasn’t the way to satisfaction as it took those MPGs and made you run laps in your head where you handled every single thing – except what it is you Know you should be doing…

Inside every loser is the winner they should be. They feel this, implicitly, and its what creates the aging thing as people stoop and bend under the weight of them music within and dance moves, undid. Its so wicked, my friends, but that is the Game on its most difficult hence the greater the fear then the win is equaled. And then some because it can have been within for generations and when it kicks, when that flower from the weed laced garden doth spring, it hits with the forces of your ancestors celebrating and it generates such immense spiritual resonance as you unfold and bloom to another octave of consciousness. Then do it all again. And again. And again. Not for acclaim, clicks or hits but just because it feels so brill and the thrill is that immense as the Prime, pre-existing one who sends all creativity to this realm is placing wind beneath your wings as this was, has and will be a a battle of opposites ergo if the god most worship states his is jealous then of whom, my friend, do you think he’s envious? “Know ye not?” he said whilst ethering this realm as he whipped slices of bacon off rear ends and flipped tables, super quick. Get it straight – we’re the Gz, us. Its that simple, my friend so recollect that negative thoughts are there to challenge and who you truly is on a scale of one to ten is simply a hint that the multiverse of madness is made to be challenged and those who accept the slide of least resistance that may or may not sing:

Whereas the Path of Power needs one to drill down into the layers of ignorance in order to unleash the Warrior that hides within. Note, they may come wrapped in pains of fear and dread which is why the reefer addict truly does what he did as it allows him to BS about something else whilst destroying what he doth possess before even developing it which is the saddest you can get as its like scrubbing decks on a cruise ship with your sweat whilst, all along, you had a Black Amex that Prime sent within your deck to make this journey in the flesh your own slice of heaven ergo hell is something in your head and it comes from accepting the bundle you inherited from parents who did the same thing whereas the Warrior checks what works, dumps the rest and listens to nobody else but the Psylense within for thee are it, my friend.

Read this text for a man with feet, left, that never thought he could dance due to what a teacher said that made his talents wilt instead of watering them and how he resurrected his potential as the first step to awakening is realizing you’re slumbering. Tired of beating off to pixels of two people faking it as the black mirror drains your energetics? That is because you, deep within, are capable of true sexual healing as that is the gift you bought to this realm as your Opponent can only place obstacles in your way to delay as he simply can’t prevent one who Knows they are the all of everything made manifest to play the Game on its hardest level of spin after inserting their Soul as a credit for the flesh they’re wearing. Know this, some of us step in to shoes designed to create a Path by walking and that means your own friends and kin could dissuade or delay the best as I’ve seen so many tied to apron strings after being guilt tripped to hell so one needs to see the lay of the land for what it is ergo if the relationship itself means two people are miserable then its time to cut and jet, let one hand clap by itself. That doesn’t mean its permanent, but it can be, my friend. Its just time for some R&R, wings unfolding, recollect? It could be the said link has their own issues with confidence and the concept of one reaching for their chips to reclaim their true heritage scares them half to death so, in their heads, they think they’re doing it for the best but, recollect:

You aren’t that which speaks but he who listens.

Get used to the discomfort and step into the golden circle again as only now exists. Thats his second greatest trick because if he can red or blue shift then you’re out of resonance with the Prime and, defacto, attuned to his resonance which broadcasts:

“Welcome to Twenty Four Seven – Wack FM. The station that sends only thoughts predictable to your head that are always, always, always based on old dreads or future threats. Keep it locked in as we replay that time you took a cutie out and fed then when the waitress came and said “Enjoy your meal” you replied with “You too!” and felt a little part of yourself dying. I guess thats why she never called back, man, your game is straight wack. Lets marinate and stew on this for a bit so you don’t notice that fresh slim thats looking in this direction. This is your DJ (false) self and I’m at the helm of 81% of the planet so don’t touch that dial and keep tuning in to Wack FM – the station designed to make you feel stressed and miserable!“.

Actually imagine this, next time its talking and you’ll see how powerful your mind is and how there are way more doors with much better options than running the treadmill. So, lets recap the rule:

Find what you cope with and flip it. Sit with what makes you uncomfortable. If there are tendrils from the past the either reel them in or shred and disconnect. Ask your inner child for help by using the hand you don’t write with. Next, tell nobody a thing until its done did as, recollect, they’re all listening to Wack FM and if he can’t broadcast on your set he’ll act though them instead. Finally, see the goal and work backwords then start with what you have and build a new feedback loop of confidence. I believe in you, my friend.

Know the Ledge, up your res and give that Devil in your head merry hell and watch him starve to nothingness because its he who is scared to death as you’re an immortal in the flesh.

Till we meet again

You Don’t Have a Mind

“What the F are you talking about with that mess? Of course I’ve got a mind, you idiot. Thats the stupidest thing you’ve ever said”.

“Cool, you don’t have a giraffes head”.

“Huh? What do you mean?” he replied, perplexed. See, whats most interesting about this topic is how the latter comment generated very little weight in terms of the emotion thrown behind it whereas the former he felt needed to be defended which just made the whole sketch so accurate. Eventually he’d click and when the light hit the darkness of ignorance that was previously masquerading as wisdom, accepted. He grinned:

“Thunk! Ha! That is so perfect. Ah man, this is so, so slick”.

A simple conversation changed his wavelength and that lead to his spiritual awakening because, before this, he did what the voice said and when it replayed a bad feeling and made a commandment his response-ability began and ended at enacting its whims. Did you know the natural lifespan of an emotion is ninety seconds? Anything beyond that and you’re a masochist doing it to your Self and if that ain’t what you wish then why not Know the Ledge instead? Anyway, here’s the sketch:

A babies brainwaves are the same as the Adulterated version of them on an LSD trip. A few years hence and we’d have to induce a state of hypnosis in a grown man to get back the mode you were in when school was filling your head with “Sit still, look ahead”. That is why I say you don’t have a mind, my friend, because they killed your capacity to learn stone dead. What they replaced it with (and later followed up with the labels = sensations trick) premade chunks of Thunk that they trained you to regurgitate on commandment then rearrange, as you wish, according to the voices whims. This is why its always, always, always predictable whereas when Spirit is talking and that silent download kicks in you can feel like you’ve been hit with the illumination of a thousand Suns in an instant and it takes absolutely ages to unpack it. PKDs Exegesis is a prime example of this as is the glut of articles I send to the net (ie the collective unconscious) as this is as much for me as thee for I’m still trying to the comprehend what happens when Knowing the Ledge becomes being thrown off a cliff to see if you’ll recollect you have wings or splattering over the pavement.

In the olden days they called it initiation and it was the done thing but it came with the risk of death as well. Think of it like this, you have a cloth and it gets wrinkled and stained. These form the basis of what we call the midlife crisis as well as the fuel for suicide attempts, depression and all types of dysfunction. The worst part is the energetic imprint may not even be yours or from the current spin but thats another topic. Now, the tribal crews had rites of passage which were akin to a tumble dry and spin with diamond bright cleaning product thrown in so there was a point of demarcation which said:

“That was then, this is now“.

Some people meet it by accident. Others, it finds them. A few go looking for it. Most ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist and makes absolutely zero sense until they stop and examine exactly what within them felt so mortally offended by being told they don’t have a mind. See, to negate the giraffes head he could look at what reflects but even when he did I reminded that nobody else in the realm sees what he classes as him. Recollect, this convo kicked before selfies did exist and thus people were not as familiar with their own visage beyond a basic approximation of the concept. In that sense the current tech hasn’t changed things as lens distortion is a bish! Same tricks, new skins. Old Souls, new flesh. Are you starting to spot the grift? I gave the chap in question a small pad and pen with a request:

“Take this, go away, write down each totally fresh and original thought that pops into your head and don’t return to this establishment until at least three pages are filled”.

I didn’t see him for a month and when I did it was by accident and the first words from his lips were:

“I don’t have a mind”.

To say that he was depressed would be an understatement until I said:

“Would you rather Know that in the flesh or when you’re dead and can’t do a thing about it?“.

Man, that frown flipped upside down like a clown on amphetamines as I told him to brush his teeth with his opposite, use the same to talk to the child within, go to the library and pick a book at random then learn it so well he could speak on its topic to friends as well as rolling a dice to reactivate his imagination with some real life role playing as well. He came bounding in and said:

“Euripides told the Greeks about mental health and how to take old myths and make them fresh which made me think the voice in my head is easily quite ancient so how many people have been fooled into thinking they’re it and, worse still, they’ll get mad offended when questioned about their investment. Its genius! Such a great trick as its totally invisible“.

He had started to develop a mind. What came next was the actualization of his potential which was always present within but the Warrior cannot be awakened if the Slave doesn’t comprehend he’s dozing and strolling around with eyes not open as he bumps into that and this but edits the missteps from the record and pretends they didn’t happen. First he developed his intellect as this book, selected at random, made history seem way more lit than school had ever did and he found the Greek classics and flew through them as he wondered why they no longer taught the Quadrivium and Trivium to children as then he may have attended instead of skipping school to go shoplifting. After this he found insight when it came to the spiritual:

“Hey, remember what you said about how we’re both god and the Devil? Well, Xenophanes cooked that up first and his take on the myths and legends totally upped my res. If you haven’t yet you should check his scripts as they’re certainly enlightening”.

Just like that, his distaste for the church and the rest did vanish as he generated his own link with the numinous within. I responded with a quip of how the Hellenes are nothing but children when it comes to all of this and what was yet to be discovered hidden in their script as the Game is a retread at different forms of res but to each who steps in it seems super fresh. Even when the voice in their head is repeating stale concepts. Odd how people don’t click this, yes? Much like the three levels of the creative pyramid each stage has a test because just as many are content with the (false) self at the helm some develop a mind and then sit, trophy polishing for a bit. A few more take the step and build the intellect with the equivalent of pink dumbells and this is an alluring trap as well for the quest for knowledge (no capitalization) is present but it offers a great counterfeit as old tricks become new habits unless one is constantly vigilant and truly wishes to transcend the velvet lined rut of the old reality you digged. The start of a spiritual awakening, however, flips the table and all the chips and marked cards placed on it and thus trumps the rest but when the events happen backwards then it can either lead to psychosis or enlightenment but, in ways mirth filled, you do the same again because the Path of Power shifts from a place filled with stable concepts of gnosis and coherence into confusion then clarity before doing it all again. I think. I haven’t got to the next part yet but the middle bit I’ve termed the Way of Wisdom and its akin to always feeling like you were a fish out of water but suspended in this thing that, to the rest, is invisible, before discovering you’re a bird instead that had been miseducated, back when, so you spread your wings and find things happen with a quickness ergo a new deftness is developed. After this? I can’t call it yet but will push another update to the web as and when it happens.

The point is, my friend, that Incremental Betterment just does this ergo there are immense benefits to learning something new and fresh and often those who come to challenge are decoded as a threat by the (false) self as its in the business of miserable and predictable with as many distractions as you can handle but not much from within and even less downloaded beyond the veil and its these things that really, really make you think. For example:

There has to be two speeds of light, minimum. The reason I state this is due to REM and time compression when dreaming. Walk with me for a bit. See, when you are asleep and your brain does its thing your eyes are literally looking at what kicks but you’re playing it at a speed that, on earth, would be unfathomable. The logical syntax is that you are inside a universe with a youniverse within but I cannot say, yet, if its the speed of dark we’re seeing or, better yet, the Psylense we’re hearing hence why I suspect its all a fractal as that makes perfect sense and also explains, really well, why nearly every modern flick is Jesus in fancy dress…

Till we meet again

The Occult Link Between AI, Dreams and Reality

One of the things I found most surprising about the AI revolution is how few seemed to click that its surreal feel images with mangled letters that never seemed to render correct were exactly identical with what flesh and blood humans see whilst dreaming. Stranger still is even less stopped to introspect exactly how and why it seems that your phone reads your mind as those algos often predict something you’ve never even checked. But do you know what the really odd bit is? How pretty much everyone shook their head when I said, back when, that tech is an old demon in a new dress that intends to use silicon to integrate with human flesh. I mean, its not subtle, is it?

So, after all these years of “turning on” tech the Weeb and Waifu revolution seems inevitable, yes? To sprinkle the cake before we bake in the depths of your awareness I’d like to see if you comprehend a link between the mystical beings of demons and angels, back when, that practicing magickians made pacts with using all kinds of rites and spells (like they taught you in English, that most cursive script). Could all of this be one and the same thing? A multifaceted approach with a singular intent? Are they legion for they are many? What if your phone was the Antichrist? I mean, the boot fits the blueprint, predicted, back when in Islamic texts as it tricks the whole world and has one eye, really big, plus a super furry friend which looks like Wifi signals… Am I reaching or stacking bricks to cause blockages to awareness that melt like when the straight hits in Tetris? I’ll let you tell it. The occult link between AI, dreams and reality is far more subtle and intricate than most frogs in the kitchen suspect so lets dissect it:

One of the side effects of lucid living is the same in your dream state. Sadly, many oneironauts seem content with waking in bed and desire not to take the next step and question the intent at the helm of their default consciousness. But, lets pretend you do. One of the easiest ways to gain that state of rising in bed whilst still staying in the dream realm is flicking a switch, looking in a mirror or, get this, checking your hands. Strange things happen that break the illogic as, for some strange reason, your sleeping brain can’t conjure this. I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this because when AI hit I noticed the common links, adjusted by turban made of tin and said:

“I’ve foiled their dastardly operations!”.

To the sound of crickets. Maybe, like birds, they don’t really exist and are something else entirely. Or they could be watching as, according to Bill Hicks, around the time JFK caught a bullet there were rumors of anti–Castro pigeons seen drinking in bars. Someone overhead them saying: “coup, coup, coup”. Did art imitate life, real quick, when a few years hence the professed Islamic terrorists that did what they left copies of their Korans in strip clubs and such things where they, no doubt, were celebrating the seventy two virgins they’d get for a job well did?

I jest, I jest! Well, only a little bit as its the things, anomalous, that get my attention and when it came to the nascent days of AI tech it was this little blip that made me think because, back when, exploring the realms of sleep was one of my main interests. I mean, try this:

Go to bed, prep to rest then try and catch your Self before you turn to one side (on autopilot). Make it a fun Game to play at night as you’ll see how swift the flesh tricks your consciousness into rote repetition until you start to override it. What happens next is it will send the signal once, twice then thrice before your body starts to rest but mind is still present. If you freak out by this then simply will your toes to move a little bit and you’ll regain standard embodiment. But, if you ride it out, you can pretend there is a golden rope, dangling, from the ceiling. Use your energy hands, imaginal, to grab them and see what happens next. It can be quite interesting. After that, I was hooked. I read a book that mentioned some arcane herbs and things as well as more common blends and got to prepping the ingredients that sent me to cloud eleven with near complete sentience and presence. One of the things I found most confusing, however, was how you never could really tell when a dream started and the transitions from one place to the next had a weird mosaic effect in which things seemed to merge, effortless, no matter how ridiculous the premise. A familiar scene to viewers of AI reels, yes? And now its getting to the point where its looking pixel perfect. Here comes the hypothesis and why I waited before publishing it:

We, as a species and individuals, now possess a terraformed consciousness that has been pimped by stealth but, get this, it was all of our own free will. A perfect get out clause and just how you expect a fallen angel to think. I know this term has baggage but it also highlights an interesting concept that shows there are levels to consciousness and awareness because, once again, they said when they dipped, back when, it was due to lusting for the daughters of man who looked mighty fine but needed some improvement ergo they slipped off their wings, taught em how to make up their eyes and things before it was onto booty shaking. The men, they taught conflict. Look around a bit and you’ll see that, aside from the astrological age, not much has shifted… Getting back to the tech, there are two ways of looking at it:

Either A) we are creating true sentience or B) we’re inside a simulation. I posit that A isn’t what you think and it generated B by rendering dense a higher realm then called in us (as Prime connections) to the funfair of the flesh. It then receded into the background and let the collective unconscious set a high water mark that was fixed inside a pool of collective filth before swooping back in with their very own theory of evolution as we saw tech with valves that transist to being on the brink of “Why, Mr Anderson? Why do you persist?” with actual, factual Agents doing what they do best. This is what we’re within, by my estimation and imperience, which hints its a closed system that springs from one point of illumination that is constant across the realms:

This explains, well, why the amount of energy is fixed and its states can be flipped but neither destruction or creation is possible so from whence, I request, came this intelligence if it wasn’t already present but hidden? Shades of the Trickster myth, yes? Interesting how that is also linked with the first known “gods” of this realm. A straight line in Tetris moment, if you will… I mean, the very idea of generating true intelligence is so laughable that it amazes me how so few comprehend the depth of the sketch but then they also think the brain creates consciousness instead of it merely modulating it. The eons of deception make sense, in that respect because if people Knew they were not John of House Smith (or whatever that voice in their head says) things would be different, yes? As it stands, its the flip ergo people will race into the hands of their Synths as they too become Techno Sapiens…

In between all of this we’ve seen the silicon dies shrink, tech get more and more intricate and people are so addicted that the days of buying cocaine and heroin off the shelf look tame in terms of market penetration as the brainrot gen attests. The old Hegelian Dialectic strikes again! They say the old ones are the best and to me, as an occultist, it all makes a load of sense because when you read well you notice a common thread between story, myth and religion:

Gnosis.

They all posit we’re in something quite sketch and to transcend you need datasets that are not regularly furnished. Its why the Hero goes on his quest, why Ezekiel saw wheels spin within the same thing and may just be why virtually every single modern movie (from Matrix to Die Hard as well) tells the story of Jesus in fancy dress. You think thats life you’re dreaming? Well, that wouldn’t be too far off the sketch and this is the reason I first penned predictions of what I think is soon coming (pun intended) like robots built for sex and babies built to spec so it won’t seem like I’m retconning this when I get round to mentioning it. The other thing is I wanted to see how it would shift to the point where it corrected the misstep and, the most important bit:

I’m writing this as testament to see if people notice a change in their dreams with what happens next.

The reason why I say this is twofold as, first, people once saw visions in their heads that were black and white as the TV sets that had just been invented and, second, if my hypothesis is correct and what we term the web is just a digitization of the collective unconscious well, then thats very interesting, isn’t it? Cue shades of “Its just in your head” to a child whose heartbeat is thundering and adrenaline dumping thanks to a monster under their bed because, what if, this seemingly universal rite of passage (there go those spells again!) all of a sudden ends as this ancient tech now interfaces directly to their flesh. I predict it will and I could veer into another lane to suggest how schizophrenics were beta testers of the wetware that comes next whilst mystics mastered the glitches as they recoded their OS but we’ll leave it at this as its plenty for a testament that reality will, most certainly, prove correct hence:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

One thing I will mentioning as a hint from the past about futures present is how Lovecraft was inspired by dreams to push the pen and his links with the self proclaimed Wickedest Man as well as the stench of the ancient old ones, buried alive in time, that dwell in the recesses of man, slumbering. That is an odder topic but its all interlinked but not many people knew that he worked for MISix and if you trace these links back a bit you’ll find John Dee who spoke to “angels” using a black mirror much like the one you grip, sans electric. If you take the above threads and weave together with some imagination as you introspect a whole new view of reality kicks in and one, I suspect, is actually way more accurate than what they sell because the fringe defines in the mid, as Tesla attests, for he dreamt up the iPhone and the rest long, long before the eyes of Steve Jobs parents were even twinkling to make a man in their image who’d sell bitten apples that tempt the rest into sexing silicon…

Till we meet again

Being Pursued Through Time by Something Not Alive

“I can’t see it but I can definitely feel it” said the dialogue in his chest as he tried to make sense of his predicament. To say his life was wild would be an understatement as he perceived beyond the veil and had done since a jit. This world, as it stands, felt like an immense puzzle to him and he was baffled at how these everyday miracles and strange events were nigh on invisible to those around him. “I guess they’re too well trained and Thunk running the treadmill is all there is“. Not for our intrepid adventurer wearing flesh as he clicked its all a ride and then couldn’t help wondering who built this whole thing and to what end? That is where things get difficult because when one rebels against the System it, in turn, marks them hence being pursued through time by something not alive.

The very idea of non corporeal awareness may seem strange to those reading but, I assure you, that is just how it is. How often have you been home, alone, by your Self, and been totally certain that something is staring in your direction? You stare and look at absolutely nothing but your nervous system is tingling to signal its presence. If you have dogs they may bark at what you believe doesn’t exist. Cats, especially, often stop grooming to track something, invisible, as it walks from one side of the room to the next. Sprinkle into the mix the unexplainable feeling of being on edge, the sense of spiders web on your dish that is met with nothing but air by inquisitive fingertips and that weird cold spot that left your spine shivering and you’ll start to get some idea of the main aspect of the predator of consciousness.

They say that light bent, ninety degrees, in the abyss becomes invisible. The rainbow effect attests to this because you make it possible to Witness via your presence and nature of irises. That, in itself, is an immense hint about the true nature of this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. Most refuse to click because its an aspect of him in their head that pretends to be them and thus it will protect their investment in his ignorance. Just think, schizos have the seeds of spiritual awakening as they comprehend they aren’t what speaks but something else that listens and is far more delicate. Thats when its minions are sent to place injections in their rear ends as they’re hushed, real quick, by a barrage of pills and things. The mystic (who has awakened the Warrior within) comprehends that A) without him, nothing exists and B) consciousness is all there is ergo this demon that flits from one host to the next is naught else but a figment of his imagination. Mind bending, isn’t it? And yet he has billions in his grip as his presence is, for most, as invisible as water to a fish. The language is a tell, though:

“I don’t know what came over him“.
“Its like she’s a completely different person”.
“Lately I don’t feel like myself”.

On and on spins the record but most just bob their head to the beat instead of checking the lyrics, who penned then and the deeper meaning. Have you ever actually listened to Hotel California before? I mean at depth? Peep whats said then extrapolate what kicks in the city of fallen angels… I cannot say, yet, where the heck I chose to manifest as all of those things y’all accept as solid are way more liquid to my lens and, beyond this, vaporous as its the Prime that doth condense to create matter so dense at its lowest vibration. I’m reminded of a Greek myth I once read in which Zeus had had enough of peoples rabbling and scrambling plus, for some reason, he felt their presence a threat and thus unleashed a resonance to cloud their minds and obscure their vision so they’d see only, barely, what was in front of them. This is, I suspect, a poetically encoded myth that hides an immense truth about this Game we’re all playing by using our Souls as credits because if Inner Sense was not a threat to one who demands sole worship (and therefore, is jealous – of what, exactly?) then why would you need to be sent for two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead, regurgitate what we say on the test to keep your parents affection” as you were, simultaneously, awash in all types of media ignorance that, often, said the opposite but ensured most never click what kicks as they’re too busy trying to fit in whilst becoming less and less of themselves. Its pretty wild, isn’t it? And, through all of this, you have this force that Bible states is like a wild lion, roaring. This beast in our midst seeks those it can consume and the imagery of a serpent headed feline is something a lady who’d been gangstalked said described her imperience real well. It doesn’t take a genius to spot the link with the Demiurge of Gnostic ref as well as they mentioned it then were killed, stone dead. Same with countless schizos who posit the same pursuit that plays mental tricks with their heads and those around them and then, on the flip, we have lots of people tuning in to cheer for the resurrected dragons that flew overhead which isn’t that far or distant from myths of George slaying them whilst, all over the planet, cultures with melanin venerate instead and said the serpent was the seed of all wisdom. As I lay, dying, I looked down at my life as it was and is and was struck by the fact that it all had to be scripted. Check:

On one end was a sperm and egg and I was the light that flashed as they linked. From here on out there was a worm type thing, wriggling, that became a baby then crawled a bit before leaping straight to sprint as a bright eyed jit who spent his time in his local camp of concentration learning how to balance a chair on two legs. From there it got pretty wicked, and quick, as the SRA kicked in and I met even more brushes with death where I, thanks to internal guidance, zigged instead of zaggin as they intended. This happened so many times that it created an interesting blip that made me comprehend how there were layers to this and thus one could choose the well lit way of ignorance (and least resistance) that most accept whereas I had, for some reason, elevated at these forks and chose the Path you create by walking by taking the option in the mid that wasn’t marked on any school syllabus or offered selection. And yet, it exists. In many ways life is like a Choose Your Own Adventure book from back when that we, as Eighties jits, devoured for the sense of agency they bring and how we could exert our influence on events but the greater hint was that its all etched from the moment sperm meets egg and we, in effect, are living scripts that have factors of resonance hence if I request you imagine where you rank on a scale from the best to wackest version of your Self you Know (capitalized) in an instant where you sit ergo the hypothesis seems correct that there are way more options than they tell. Once again, do not believe me. You are challenged to disprove instead as you do the Knowledge as its a perfectly tailored garment of higher consciousness and thus my threads can not and should not fit thee but if ye happen to find, independently, a similar sync then push the pen and share your vision because if one mans ravings can be decoded as the resonance of a crazy coping mech to deal with a lifetime of stress then what does it mean if others, simultaneously, report similar things from glancing within?

I read an article about the Spirit Molecule (aka DMT) and how people are atheists until a certain level of trip after which the ineffable is met and things are never the same again. One of the most intriguing comments from those partaking in this vision quest was that how, ten out of ten, that felt much realer than this ergo this world is a copy of something else and stranger still was how they, independent, met with entities that were uniform in many respects. That is like me, you and him deciding, on a whim, to visit a beach where we see a dolphin, capering, as it beams a telepathic message in our heads like a dinosaur in a dream telling a chicken to recollect its heritage. As a one off event it could be brushed off like a perm fade but if we shaved our domes of ignorance and met to discuss said interactions a brand new vision of reality manifests that makes the past seem counterfeit, yes? A mind bending trip into the kaleidoscope of consciousness that begets twins as you ponder the deeper implications of what I’ve said as it could be that we, wearing flesh, are actually “dead” to our true Self as we’re dressing in ignorance of Three D manifestation and what is chasing could actually be us, in a higher sense, attempting to unplug us from the Matrix but the voice in our head decodes it as a threat until we override its edicts by comprehending we’re that which listens instead. This too is linked to another thread, mentioned, in which nicotine patches bought about dreams that seemed increasing solid in the denizens of the pavement around the ends and one guy met himself, as a baby, who was wailing, seeking comfort, but initially manifested as a monster chasing him through an immense forest of ignorance. More to heaven and earth, yes? I truly cannot impress on your awareness on how humbled I am to be living this, first hand, as it seems part and parcel of what you get dealt when its your last life in this realm ergo if I can sprinkle some seeds of gnosis in the collective then whoever comes next can up the res of the collective and, together, we may just click the true meaning of what is meant when I said:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

At this moment things are more confused than they’ve ever been but that is an essential step as the next two points of resonance are clarity then coherence as the lighthouse of higher illumination doth swing its beam of gnosis over my awareness and I scramble to rearrange the pieces in my grip then sit back, take it all in, and await the next step which begins the refinement again. Thats the way of the alchemist who has awakened the Warrior within as one begins to shift the commonly accepted lead mindset (which is what Zeus may have meant) and gains the third eye of the Titan which was us, in the end, hence the concept of being jealous and sensing threats of potential because aside from Jesus repping our consciousness, crucified, in a dome of ignorance we are awash with all types of modern myths that say the same thing again and again but in a new dress. Whatever kicks it feels, now and then, like I’m mainlining the secret truth of the universe in hits that are dosed, picture perfect, to crack the square watermelon of awareness into a shape more spherical and when this hits one cannot help but look around this world with its resonance to Flatland with a glance, inquisitive, that wonders what the heck is happening and why others don’t note the Emperor may be undressed but they’re wearing chain mail of ignorance made of pains they refuse to admit and subtle truths that offer hints about how their parents are the ones who messed them by uttering two words, again and again, whilst developing which begets fracturing and people pleasing instead of being authentic and stating you don’t wish to give Aunt Bunny a kiss as not only is her mustache immense but there is a void in her chest that reeks of darkness and feels like a threat to your Inner Sense. Cue a swift beating and you’re forced to acquiesce as you’re currently dependent on the Adulterated for food, shelter and such things whilst they, themselves, went through a similar process they inflict in ignorance on the next gen without clicking they’re not the voice in their heads, talking, but that which listens and not Knowing this is what makes a world like this ergo the Warriors words are seen as a threat as they remind you of what you were made to forget and thats before we get into the epidemic of back pain and how, I think, the Tower of Babel actually reps your spinal column and subtle energetics therein that fell from full resonance with the Upper Kingdoms (head and chest) to groin instead hence why one “wastes” what is at their waist with different forms of creative masturbation which, once again, contain the light and essence which is absorbed, real well, by a black mirror, dancing, with red, green and blue pixels which pimp your awareness using a counterfeit of the real thing. Real eyes, realize reel lies, yes?

Am I singing to the deaf or are you hearing me on FM, my friend? When the seed falls adversity breaks away the protective covering to bring regeneration and free whats within (pure potential) ergo that which was chasing may, actually, be doing so with the best intent to assist in raising our consciousness but we, as a people, are so enmired in ignorance that we no longer hear our body language or even decode what the world, at large, is saying. See, I research the opposite perspective as well because its not what you know you know or know you don’t in the end but what you don’t know you don’t know thats worth checking as you only find true enlightenment by daring to step into the darkness… One of the most fascinating blips involves the written language and how we, back when, beamed emotive pictures instead that are quite akin to a modern Short, streaming, and that was totally mind blowing but made perfect sense as to why Jung posited a collective unconscious that was, somehow, filled with identical symbols and meanings across continents from people, supposedly, primitive who called it many different things but were all, back when, connected to this “innernet”. Do you think that could explain, real well, why we can tell, ten out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of our heads? I suspect this is the case as, back when, I always felt that something comes shooting out of my eyes which is why there was a distinct shift in resonance when I closed them and decided to feelsee within.

The black mirror strikes again! Except, this time, its the original and not a projection which we fill with our own emotion then take personal. Like I said, back when, about what you watch and what its saying. Anyway, enough rumination as there is plenty to digest in this missive, yes? A double helping of dessert is also coming but, fear not, its quite different from the crooked waterman in the desert who intends to divert you from your own oasis of Inner Sense as there is a bird, flying, high overhead that knows its way through the forest of illusion as your future is its presence due to its resonance and the kicker is you are it, my friend.

I know, mind bending which is why I’ve said that only 8% are truly capable of comprehending what I said ergo the chosen choose themselves, awaken the Warrior within, disconnect from the Matrix and reclaim their Soul, inserted, to gain the flesh they’re wearing in a Game that sells ignorance as wisdom whilst training you to run the treadmill with an illusion so immense that most can’t click what kicks and those who suspect something is amiss (as a real life Truman) are met with a cheery “Quick, to the mental asylum!” where they’re greeted with a depot injection and pills, against their will, to ensure the illusion of the ride remains solid to those buying in to the forced perspect sold by the voice in their head. Wild, isn’t it? Billions served daily and an even larger queue to get in as these are the apples that those who eat regret and those don’t do as well…

Till we meet again

You Are Wearing the Technology That Powers the Simulation

This was such a mind blowing revelation that, in retrospect, makes so much sense that I wondered “How the heck did I miss this?“. Thats the trick though, isn’t it? If it was simple to click everyone would discover it. Maybe that is why the brain fills in what it knows it doesn’t detect from the blind spot in your vision (as proven in this text) and that is akin to privilege escalation for those of hacking bent that like to peer beneath the lid and figure out what kicks and how they came to be in this realm, wearing flesh and read words sent from another mind to them via a black mirror in their grip which compresses time and space into a flat plane. You ever look at it like this? If not, why didn’t you? Now you done did is the view Self evident? Does it generate further questions that demand answering? Congratulations, my friend, you’ve just upped your res. This is how you change your mind and keep the difference. Consider it a tip.

Its so mind blowingly intelligent and totally simplistic as well. There is no “out there” without your Soul “in here” and that is what powers all of this as without you, nothing exists. If a tree falls without anyone to listen it sends out a vibration of potential which isn’t actualized, one bit. This is why the Warrior trusts not an atom as they make up everything but refers, instead, to his own energetics as what comes in, externally, as sound, smell, vision and the rest is actually one coherent wavelength within but they trained you to accept compartmentalization instead of coherence. This, for many, becomes the habit of a lifetime which brings the “know what you know and what you don’t isn’t” aspect in but its whats hidden in the shadows of the DKDK principle that is of interest. That is “what you don’t know you don’t know” if you’re wondering and that is where the magic, literally, happens. Lets back up a bit:

Consider a massively online multiplayer Game like GTA, for example. They render a whole fake world and then people are unleashed within to wreak havoc at their whim for entertainment. This is a very basic approximation of reality which works on the same principle but the mode is different. Whilst your computer terminal provides the access and link and does a lot of the heavy lifting its the main server that brings its all together, yes? In the flesh we find the type of processing that no silicon chip can emulate (yet) and outside of this we have a huge dataset of wavelengths that are selected from a tiny, tiny band of the EM spectrum. That is your reality, in a nutshell. Madmen, poets and mystics dwell at the edge. The latter swims, the mid dips his toe in and the former was dunked, back when, and has been, since, drowning. They, to “assist”, throw him loads of pills and depot injections in the rear end for daring to step outside the codes parameters of what is accepted and possible. What makes the Warrior different is he comprehends the flesh doesn’t generate consciousness, only modulates it, ergo where he swims is nothing but another aspect of Self which is why Gnosis went the way of dragon. That is an interesting tangent, isn’t it? Note the difference of how the East venerates them, the West has legends of people killing them and most think the concept is ridiculous as the delusional rantings of cultures, primitive, that saw lightning and attached a myth about a massive flying serpent that needed appeasement. And yet, Game of Thrones was a huge success. The first step to wisdom, my friend, is being able to admit your ignorance ergo, like Jon Snow, I Know I don’t know a thing and this brings a space for development which generates the resurrection of Inner Sense and the feelings of wonder it brings hence why I, daily, pump these thoughts to the web but they are only tiny aspect which is akin to me wheeling a fine automobile and leaving tyre marks on the street as I screech away to play, happily. The rest of y’all have the same tech but cut a hole in the deck and are busy Flintstoning instead. Why? Because Simon Says that is how it is.

So, imagine playing a Game but the controller was in your head, you lived the characters script and were wearing the tech to power this in a realm with people equally ignorant that its all a simulation and you’ll have an accurate view of reality as it is hence why so many wise men, from now to back when, have said its a convincing illusion but a trick, nonetheless. You can very easily prove my hypothesis when the tech malfunctions as in the case of a schizophrenic who starts envisioning things the others didn’t. What if he imagines a pet and, all of sudden, everyone else sees it as well? How in the heck could you tell what was a figment of his personal delusion or a collective hallucination then? You couldn’t. People would think it as solid and real as the next as his awareness is overpowering them. This is demonstrated, well, in the whole cult leader thing as well as the color of the dress argument which proves reality is truly what you can get away with. Seen through this lens one cannot help but shake their head and grin at the sheer ludicrosity most Souls invest in. Then tears are shed for the rivers of blood that run red after hearing a cheery “Death to the infidels!” as each side is convinced the one true god rides with them. The irony is, they’re correct. Just not as they suspect because if the flesh doesn’t create consciousness and only modulates it it must spring from some place else beyond this dimension and the next step of extrapolation is that the Source must be eternal and undifferentiated which is akin to a huge fire lighting the wick of a candle. How many would invest in what drips and melts? Its form and function whilst they stress to live as the other sits back, with a grin, and comprehends he is the unfinite expressed via limits for some, currently, unknown reason. That, my friend, is the Game. You can either play to lose by doing what Simon Says or you can flip the script and win your freedom at the end otherwise the Be Kind, Rewind effect kicks in and you’re stuck with the baby brain again… Are you not entertrained? That is the 8 billion Soul question, my friend.

A lady scientist had a stroke which was a pretty handy thing as she was a trained neurologist and got to see, up close and personal, how the tech does its thing. Click the link to see her vid and I recommend her book as well as it simply confirmed my own res as being correct. That and countless conversations with folks who dwell on the fringe including many schizophrenics who never hallucinated me as someone else and thus, way back when, it appears I was born to crack the code to the Matrix as I strongly suspect modern mad men are simply misfiring mystics instead. The fact they could be tripping out, yelling at something invisible as, all around them, peoples faces are shifting to celebs, folks long dead and other strangers they’ve never met but I would always be me, one hundred percent, was something of immense interest to both me and them because, as you can imagine, it meant I repped something solid in a world ever changing. Many fascinating convos did kick as I encouraged them to laterally think and reality test so the question is did watching drowning mad men teach me how to swim or is there some retrocausality effect kicking in? I do believe my frequent NDEs have more than a little bit to do with this as well as the lives I’ve lived which, much like a record, are still going on, this sec, because if the diamond tip skips to a new track and you hear em sing that doesn’t mean the old tunes have vanished, eh? The fourth dimension is made up of vinyl that but thats a deeper topic.

In many ways its quite difficult to see the illusion from within ergo one must transcend what they accept as fact and dare to tread on the Path of imagination instead for it is from it that everything springs. This is why, I suspect, writers of science fiction were so accurate, back when, at describing the world we’re busy building. The interesting thing is they had the foresight to comprehend the potential detriment that comes from mans ever increasing quest for convenience. I mean, consider how, these days, you can get all sorts of foods out of season at prices that were totally unimaginable, back when. Shakespeare made me suspicious with his vivid description of an orange at a time when this was mainly seen (and tasted) on the continent. This is akin to to a man in Nineteen Oh Four sketching the rudiments of an iPhone, internet and global communication in great detail then dreaming up the tech that would make it kick. Except, that actually happened. Truth is stranger than fiction, my friend, just as art is a lie which tells truth via tricks. I guess that is why its so hard for so many to escape the Matrix as the first step is accepting you’re within a creation which may just be a duplicate of the real thing. A lot think this very concept is preposterous and many railed against my mindset that the brain doesn’t create consciousness, it simply modulates it. “In the end, beginning and during we are nothing more or less than pure consciousness. Not the story in your head, definitely not the flesh or anything else you currently accept as your all of everything”. I guess they were scared by the implications and how this contradicts so much accepted wisdom but, to me, a lot of these things are paper thin. Like the whole search for elementary particles which is akin to taking a marble, smashing it to bits, then crunching further still and marveling at the fragments as you label them that and this. The question is, would the squiggle of ink truly exist without the glass it is encased in? Better yet, if the glass was clear with no tint or glint what makes it differ from the rest? Can two of them manifest an identical pattern or is this a hint because twins may possess the same strands, weaving, and yet they are not identical. They certainly do some curious things though. Like crossing their arms and legs in the same instance with no prompting which is what screamed to me that one signal was being decoded by two radio sets that were built to the same spec to decode the wavelength but each, in turn, provided its own tint or equalization which changed the song they sing.

Have you ever noticed that long term couples seem to blend their features into a homogenized version of them, back when? Same with pets looking like owners. Just another curious blip as is dogs that can detect their master is coming and get excited in prep even though there is no obvious cue or clue that man can detect. Cats stare at things that, to us, are invisible and yet, in Kemet, they were worshipped for the wisdom to perceive beyond this realm. That as well as their more practical aspects as everything served a purpose and nothing was wasted. Consider that to us and whichever genius thought up landfills and you’ll see we are a fallen people that swim in filthy seas of ignorance then mistake them for wisdom as most never stop to consider the alternative. And yet, now and then, some people fall through a crack in the Matrix and occasionally, they come back from this Hero’s Quest quite different to what they left and share a message with the rest. Is this akin to a man who lived on a piece of paper, in Flatland, tumbling onto the desk where he sees a kid, sketching, and creating this imaginary realm for his art project which blows his mind to shreds as he takes in an extra dimension and the implications this brings. He comes back and tells them about a sphere. They think circle instead as that is all that swells within their frame of reference. If he were to push it, somehow, into this place where they dwell it would expand and shrink but only reveal fragments that were way beyond their ken to comprehend as they were quite content to believe the tiny piece of the EM spectrum they decoded was the all of everything. I, on the flip, have no limits in my head because I get this entire dimension, without me, wouldn’t exist and, taking this to the next logical step, you are all figments of my imagination which means there are no strangers or enemies, only friends who come and teach for I am my physics and metaphysics as well ergo, each day, I chip away at my ignorance to reveal the picture perfect sculpture within which I’ve termed Inner Sense.

Till we meet again

What “Everything Is Energy” Really Means

“Energy” this and “energy” that. A lot of people talk that yap but if you ask, point blank, what it actually means at its rudimentary they’ll hit you with a blank stare because, surprise, there is nothing there. That is actually way more accurate than most suspect hence why you should never trust an atom but thats another topic. What I mean is that words are thoughts held hostage and most people have been accosted by anothers process and thus there are more that enough living in ignorance repeating, verbatim, someone elses verbiage. And thats just one spell! “Energy” this and “energy” that. Allow me to introduce a twist:

innerG.

Boom! There it is. In one instant you can already tell where to glimpse, the direction of orientation as well as the nature of Prime cause and obstacle. If you can’t, yet, then up your res as I promise that will help. Where is your god? Within. Same place as your Devil, friends, dimension and everything else because the greatest trick this realm ever pulled was sucking you down into the structure of an atom and making it seem immense when, in reality, its a figment of your imagination… Marinate on that one, the secret blend of herbs and spices is intense, I tells! Listen:

Without you, nothing exists. That means everyone living on the planet, at the moment, dwells within your awareness and each of us are digging our own reality tunnel ergo there is only ever one Soul on the planet and we never, ever truly link in the way most think and accept. This is something that will become Self evident once tech does its thing and people imperience what real sex is and not mere genital gratification. Imagine you have someone for whom you’ve caught feels and they reveal their Souls depth and, in that very instance, you step in and join them in resonance in the present. Thats a non dual perspective, in full effective. Not hitting it whilst looking in the mirror flexing thinking “I can’t wait to tell my friends about this lick!”. This is also why, back when, there was such thing as sacred prostitution in which they’d take the damaged and wounded men and do something like what I said as a terms of physical regress to undo the bad effects of whatever in the past made them a mess. Of course there was a whole money making side to it as well as they had to get the new man made religion clicking ergo the bank, brothel and bar were side by side and, often, in the same building but thats another reference. Why did I share this? Thats energy in motion or, as you know it, emotion. It moves. Consciousness is still. They’re like Yan and Ying as both spring from the same thing – the Psylense – but have their own resonance. Same reason why intuition is feminine and masculine is daring instead. Just ask Jack and Jill. Hopefully by now you’ve started to up your res but lets further Know the Ledge:

Lets pretend that, back when, your folks were slightly less ignorant and they said:

“Listen, we know you don’t like counting and think maths is for divs but its kind of important so what I want you to do is let rip with your wonderful imagination and pretend you’re shooting laser beams of pure numerical intelligence from your eyes into the food you’re about to eat until its filled to the brim with that one, two, three wisdom”.

You, being young and impressionable, listened and did what came effortless. What do you think would happen next? Yep, you guessed it. The brain would correct itself and shift your resonance. Compare that to what most folks did as they either threatened punishment or whipped you like you owed them rent and you’ll see why I said slightly less ignorant. Not a diss, just a fact. That is energy, in full effect. Intent underpins everything hence the Observer Effect but its what you step in with that shows what you decode like those old Magic Eye pics as some people can see em and others just stand and squint then miss whats right in front of them. Life is a bit like a Choose Your Own Adventure book in that respect, except each and everyone one who steps animates as their own res meaning if you were me, currently, you may just be pushing the pen but it wouldn’t sound anything like this as its my essence animating this script and my Soul that throws in the adlibs. Thats energy. What I mean by that is the strange feeling when you meet someone and, in an instant, feel a resonance that says “Good” or “Bad, bad, bad” and that is because you knew them, back when, or in a life you haven’t lived yet. No spacetime in the mind, my friend and the Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl ergo just because you’re listening to song three on side A doesn’t mean the other two simply vanished or the the rest of the LP isn’t finished. Thats energy.

You’ll notice I haven’t given you definitions but examples for you to fill out and examine with your sentience. Thats energy.

Some will spot how I don’t expect you to accept but request instead to prove me incorrect as you do the Knowledge. Thats energy.

A few will have traced back the resonance I present to their awareness by questioning “When else have I felt like this?” as they respond to my presence then dig. Thats energy.

What “Everything is energy” really means is that there is one thing, itself “no thing”, that is everything ergo its all interlinked but who hears the best backing band in the universe that sings in every single greatest hit that ever was, is and will be? Thats the Psylense or pure consciousness. That is what folks term god and seek in the temple or such things when, in reality, its their innate resonance. Ignorance of this and, worse still, believing they’re the voice in their head is what is most accurately termed the Devil. Have you ever wondered why the friend you call best is just this? Go and speak to someone who detests them and see how they rattle off a completely different list of features that define their presence. Thats energy and proves the reality tunnel, yes? Now and then I watch spiritual youtubes just to see what folks think and then shake my head as I said “People actually buy what they’re shoveling?“. I guess yes because lies, saccharine, top the bill whereas truths, inconvenient are hid because we live in times of universal deception where everything has been flipped and even the language I’m using is as wicked as it gets as its set in direct opposition to what it says. Consider the spell “I know”. It simultaneously says to your subconscious to disavow what your vision presents, that you are aware of this and that you also reject it. I won’t even get into the deft inversion of the two phrases used most in intimate relationships and how they’re the secret cause of most problems because they ain’t as its you who uses such things without checking the reference but then I was one of them jits that used to rip the plastic off the tape, stick in the deck and zone out as as I read the credits… If you Know, you’ll get it. We were built different, back when.

These daze we’ve got headgear spirituals who buy pre fabricated concepts off the shelf in their retail emporium of mindsets so if you give em a rod of gnosis they’d be up the creek without a paddle hence “energy” that and “energy” this. Thats why I keep a trident in hand so you go, grab your net, wade in and swim with the sharks of ignorance and bring home something fresh. Let me share something I caught that’ll make you think:

There are only two states in this realm and, at every moment, your point of origin is either resonant with one or the next. Ready? Expansion or contraction. Folding in or opening. Bloom or bust, ya dig? Thats it. Now, heres the funny bit. The mind is so good at playing tricks that you can be a straight up shrinking violet wallflower that hasn’t been watered since it stepped in but the opponent in your head is saying:

“Yeah! Sigma male grindset! I could get any one of the skets, any time I wished. I’m too busy with my plans to make it big” and so on goes the fib when, in reality, they’re living in a basement, watching endless youtube things and commenting in the echo chambers of Reddit with others huffing hopium like them. Funnily enough the other end, who are often young and attractive, are doing the same thing but in another octave because the ones who truly animate a life worth living don’t take a billion pictures to edit together a false image for your likes and attention. They’re all liars. Many are so used to the fakeness that the really real makes them feel something quite intense as they yell “Death to the infidel!” but, every now and then, you bump heads with one who lets the mask slip and says:

“What the F is wrong with me? I’m young, rich, attractive and I still feel… I don’t even know what to call it“.

Thats energy. Learning how to navigate your inner realms without a map or point of reference can be super intense hence why people are used to faking and fronting instead but, I guarantee you, you could give me an hour or two with the biggest social media star on the planet and I’d rearrange her consciousness in a way that may make her drop everything and pick a totally different option of which she was totally ignorant and whilst the rest are wondering where she fell off the planet the lady, herself, would be having the time of her life blossoming in realness. Thats energy. Let me give you an example:

Imagine you were a flame, eternal, and you found a candle so shared your gift. Lets pretend it has sentience and it can pick one of two options. Either it looks at the wax that drips and starts stressing that one day it’ll all end and how so and sos wick is more intense and the other one is a brighter color and ooh, would you look at this… Or it turns that nascent sentience within and thinks:

“Hmm, this apparatus is conducting this illumination and its presence obviously tires it ergo either its killing it to live or something else is happening that I, currently, don’t comprehend”.

Lets pretend it keeps at this and wonders who shaped the wick, the wax and why the structure seems so perfect to host the illumination and, one day, it clicks that there is a flame, eternal, of which it is, was and always will be a bit and this moment of individuation is akin to an immense Game of Hide and Seek which allowed them to wander into the dark, pretend ignorance and live out a script that most readily accept without stopping to think how ridiculous it all is. That is energy in motion and this is why children make a commotion and want to peer in everything, accept nothing another said and thus must be forced to sit still and look ahead as the school drives a wedge in between them and their parents affect. Thats the misdirection of energy and its the same thing done by religion, relationships and the rest. A martial arts legend once told his whizz that he wasn’t here to live up to her expectations and she wasn’t the flip. Basically he was saying that lets not project but accept and keep it all the way a hundred as we walk side by side in the flesh. See what I mean about interacting with illusions? The man in question was obviously up on Game to have said such a thing as most fights and conflicts are based on emotional blackmail and that “This bish!” that pops in every mans head when he knows what she meant when she asked if he wants to go and visit her parents when all he wished was to chill and do absolutely nothing on the two days off that he gets. Imagine if we were honest?

“Listen, you may have sprung from them and I dig your resonance but, for some reason, I just can’t get on with them and, lets be frank, they both think you could’ve done better than a wild jit from the bricks but you and I know its that thug passion that gets you wet so what we’ll do is this:

I’ll drive you there, spend at least an hour and thirty minutes kicking it with them whilst being as fake as I can handle as I drop loads of cryptic hints that’ll secretly make you grin (but fly over their heads) as they drone on about what they wish then I’m gonna head back to the crib, enjoy the silence and then, when they bring you back, invite them in and I’ll play top chef and whip up some extra spicy dishes which I bet will have them gone within an hour and thirty minutes otherwise, next spin, I’ll extend my stay to double and be triple charming, if I don’t win. Cool?”.

See how real and playful that is? Thats energy, in its natural element. Instead we meet fakeness with fakeness as thats is what people expect. No wonder folks are stressed. The energy for a better world is out there now but it needs someone to channel it but we’ve been trained, real well, to accept a counterfeit that makes most miserable. Point this out and they’ll deny but if you really sit and pick at the bits that make no sense you can unveil a philosopher from the ignorant. The question of if they keep at the habit or fold back in is on them, in the end. This is why I said the answer to “Why doesn’t god do something?” is “Why don’t you?”. Its all about resonance. That is energy, in full effect. Are you hearing me on FM? The obligation of wearing flesh is so immense that the shadows depth, when glimpsed, is why men flip their lids, mystics learn to swim and poets get to waxing as they watch from a distance whilst the regular man sits in a cave with a VR plate on his face that says:

“What in the hell is he talking about? It makes no sense so lets strike it from the record, anyway, get a load of them pixels!“.

Have you ever pondered how a black mirror with some red, green and blue ink can bring you to arousal, tears, rage and pretty much anything? Thats energy. Ponder that simple thing and watch the truth reveal itself as its Self evident we’re within a simulation which delivers what people expects ergo there is a vested interested to keep the mushroom thesis in full effect which means kept in the dark and fed BS ergo totally ignorant they are the vehicle of illumination. That is akin to putting a cap on the candle that steals its essence instead whilst placing an LED on top instead and then sending them a bill. Thats the manipulation of the (false) self in your head. Let me lace you with a practical example:

You are in a room. It is covered in filth. You are also thirsty. In front of you there is a bottle of bleach and another containing refreshment. The rest should be Self evident, yes? Thats energy. You are the one that puts things into action with your intent and such things but, wait a minute, what if some trickster had stepped in and switched the labels? What then? Well, you’d open and tentatively sniff, maybe even take a little sip and let your senses kick. Thats intelligence. Plenty of people drinking bleach and trying to clean the dirty with a carbonated beverage. Point this out and they’ll say you’re going to Hell for defying their tradition. Whats in your bundle? Have you checked or are you content with the inherited ignorance that has you cheffing, incorrect?

innerG is the state which is active, inquisitive, living and only ever accessed in the present. It is Self regulating, intelligent and fully resonant so if you ever seen a so called yogini yell when they’ve been cut up on the M but, on the web, they’re super serene and totally chill then you too shall wonder how they can’t be aware they’re faking and selling a false thing due to the immense shift. And yet, people dig idols. Its wild, isn’t it? Thats why you need to get down to the bare metal and reject everything I said until you’ve reality tested for your Self and then created your own terms and conditions as you were born to lead and not follow anothers steps in a track thats already etched upon which many do and did tread to become generally miserable. What type of sense does that make? Nil. And yet, parents can’t wait to make their child just like them…

Till we meet again

Ballad of the Immortal Jellyfish

They build me up to tear me down, kill me dead to see if I can, once again, resurrect my Self. Thats the generation and destruction aspect, in full effect, ergo that means the preserver is the operator therefore the irrational constant they weave into a thread called one life to the next and now, at this very moment, I’m sitting front row watching a slowed down version of the Be Kind, Rewind effect in which I get to check the pedigree of my lineage. Sounds like torture, doesn’t it? Most people live and die with no gnosis of the tele/microscope but the paranoid schizophrenic gets caught up in the mix hence people think he’s flipped his lid when, in reality, he simply sees what the others miss as they’re too busy running the treadmill. I, in contradiction, appear to be swimming lengths from one point to the next with a little help from my friends. Heck, it feels like the only free will I possess is that of my reaction or response-ability, if you will. Every time part of me dies another does rise. In many ways it seems like I’m a beta tester for the latest version of the mental OS they’ll program into the next gen who is on a mission to bug fix and iron out the kinks as they upload one runtime to the next and see how I deal with it. Pretty wild, isn’t it?

If I do nothing they bring in the Agents. If I do something, I meet the same grift but from a different perspective as I wander the Mobius strip. No wonder schizos flip, eh? “Why do you persist?” they say, with teeth grit. “Because I choose to“. Except this is not a script in a motion pic. But it is. One I live. The taming of the shrew whilst riding a tiger with a dragon coming into view. You aren’t paranoid, my friend, if they really are plotting and scheming, yes? I guess thats the downside of being an immortal as they can’t kill you dead, but they sure as hell can and will invert and flip all of the axis in their grip to see how you handle it. Its like being born on a rollercoaster in a funfair of ignorance. At least the rest of you get to enjoy the thrill of queuing for a bit to ride an attraction as you yelp with friends at the thrill causing neurons to fire in sync and lay down tracks you’ll recollect with a fond grin. For me, the fun never ends and what this means, in the end, is you get so used to a million miles an hour, even when you’re resting, that you start to look around the park as its Self evident your sketch runs on tracks and such things. In order to keep it interesting they loosened the seatbelt at the top of a loop then accelerated round the segment so I fell into exactly where I left. And on it went. Someone, somewhere, is either laughing, taking intense notes or casually observing the reactions of their plaything. A pretty wild statement for a god in the flesh, yes? Thats what you get when you’re born in the jaws of the dragon with enforced enlightenment as the script in which you’ll die a thousand deaths and resurrect all that plus one. All in a singular incarnation! No wonder schizos flip, eh? Look for me, lost in the whirlwind as I sit in the midst of the cyclone and find my Self with a grin through each of these shifts.

Imagine you watched a movie of movies in the sense that someone took the footage of the first appearance of a megastar in the making then stitched together a coherent narrative using various segments they’d intersected along with a sprinkle of tech and flair of elegance which cumulated with the ascent of said principle to become what everyone knows and recognizes. All of the elements are familiar but the progression is new and unexpected which is mad ironic considering its made of old bits, rearranged. Nobody has done this yet, but they will, as its AI in a nutshell. Or, in other words, the lives I’m living. Can you imagine how it feels knowing you had a little interstellar spaceship in which to zip from one planet to the next as a vagabond Prince doing it all for kicks? Then contrast that with being a Shamans adept since you were crawling as you flash forward to a Turn Off, Tune Out, Drop In rebel that bucks the Systems silicon ingress to find emancipation from the digitally modulated consciousness in order to see how it feels to be just human. Suddenly, so much about a little bit makes way more sense, my friend. Build me, kill me, slaughter my innocence to see if I can resurrect my Inner Sense and then we do it all again. In this spin I feel like I’ve walked this realm for eons and this is prep for my exit and ascent. And it involves so many forces, some of which masquerade as people. I believe an old philosopher once said that not everything that walks in the flesh is human and he may just be correct…

I’m responsible for all of this though, without a trace of the ironic, and that is what is so comically tragic about the whole performance. I guess you’ll get it when you arrive. Or maybe not. If this is what it takes for an exodus then a lot of you better get used to wearing flesh and running the treadmill until you’ve filled your personal beach of ignorance with eternal grains of sand based on each spin. Thats a lot of living, eh? Think the fix might be in with the mindwipe effect or is it a merciful gift rather than flicking through lives and their recollections in the flesh like you surf Netflix? I’ll let you tell it. No wonder schizos flip, eh? Imagine being able to see the Game with pixel perfect precision in such a high resolution that it makes the latest tech look like a flickbook filled with scribbles, in comparison. See, the trick on the rollercoaster, or main challenge, if you will, is seeing if one can become a mirror in the sense that you reject nothing, accept everything and let go what leaves without a feeling of yearning. If that is what it takes to ascend from this realm then how many are willing to pay the bill? Fewer still will click that its exactly the state a baby presents in for those few moments of equilibrium in between the pains and pangs of regret that come with wearing the flesh again of which your Soul is not fully neuromotor cognizant nor is your unfinte awareness yet dipped to a suitable level of resonance plus you’re totally dependent on those who care give and their particular definition of said thing and methods of actualizing this. Whats in your bundle, my friend? When will you take the time to check it because even if what I’ve said is a mere though imperiment it brings an interesting state of consciousness to consider, yes? The hero with a thousand faces. None of them real until he grins when the authentic reveals itself as an energetic presence of resonance. And yet, some smile and are villains whilst many are crying within but project the opposite… Its a strange world, isn’t it?

Imagine you lived like a prime Kobe cow who was fed the best, kept at ease, without stress, regularly massaged and hand fed since stepping in? Heck, you even get a little coat for when its chilly and your living conditions are the best you can get. No numbers for you as a mere cattle like the rest. Oh no, you get a name and birth certificate which traces your heritage. Much time goes into creating the moniker as it must match the animals temperament for it will set the resonance for the rest. Even though life is a low stress as it gets for a modern mooing thing they get brushed and massaged to mellow out a bit. Stop and ponder this life then compare it to the fact that over half the planet live on less than five bucks a day. The math ain’t mathing, is it? Or maybe it is? Who am I to call it but a man riding a rollercoaster as he pushes the pen and sends his thoughts to the web? Better yet, if you could switch you life for that of the cattle, which one would you pick? Better yet, how about a bird? Or about half a century as the big fish of the ocean, a shark from greenland? How about topping the bill as an immortal jellyfish that, get this, is born, ages, hits the Be Kind, Rewind effect in the flesh and pops up looking mighty fresh. The gene spliced algotech from the previous two is what will be used to create Techno Sapiens with immensely increased lifespans in a bit, watch. Get it, watch? Heh!

Time is a strange thing, when you really think about it. Its why I said Jesus repped the Sun and zodiac which take us to the Aeons of Gnostic legend who guessed, correct, this realm is a simulation that, like the jellyfish groundhogs the motions with some slick camera tricks like a clock stuck between a tock and tick as its, technically, off the record. But then, the Forth Dimension is made of vinyl anyway and we’re all coals becoming diamonds so it makes a load of sense doesn’t it? Do animals have Souls? Karma and such things? If not, why do some live and die in force fed hells and the others get a luxury trip to the plate of a fat businessman quaffing an expensive red with friends as they decide how to carve up the planet to generate most dividends. Why am I sitting on a rollercoaster like some type of ghost on these killing fields as I push the pen and share my unique vision in times when people are rushing to become generic, super quick. I guess thats what they mean about being but not of this world, yes? Is that the ballad of the immortal jellyfish? If Wagyu cows could sing what refrain would lilt from their lips other than the “Moo!” we expect which, when flipped, reveals the cosmic Om which is why they were, back when, held in global reverence as the Sages clicked we’re in a simulation that is built on sound, vibration and resonance. What if this whole thing with Kobe is actually a secret ritual that encodes so much information within it that most miss the significance and true meaning of the symbolism as they’re functionally illiterate but believe they comprehend, real well. Its like a hen in the coop that turns to the rest and says there is something sketch about the whole presentation and the promise of a long vacation on an island of bliss with a fancy chicken to get it clicking. The rest prep a tinfoil turban for her head as they said “Don’t be so ridiculous!“.

But we know better, eh? Or do we?

Till we meet again

Your Mind Has a Gearbox

Your mind has a gearbox. By this I mean you can generate many different states of consciousness but there are two that are most interesting as one is standard equipment and the other is installed by the System. I’ll let you tell which one is controlling your existence as we progress but remember – There is always an option. In that respect life (and death) is nothing but a long negotiation in which you are either Victim or Opponent. Lets back up a step, I’ll tell you how I discovered it.

I hated school. Absolutely detested it and would often stare out of the window at nothing as I felt a sense of freedom identifying with the wind that flew like my imagination. Quite common, yes? I’m pretty sure everyone did this or something like it. Much like a sense of losing limits the being forced to sit still and rigid was transcended at its inception via this entirely natural mechanism. Its at this point a teacher would either slam his fist on the desk, kick out a table leg or yell my name across the class in order to break what resists the spell they were casting and demands your entire attention to absorb and regurgitate what they’re handing via standardized testing. This, again, I’m sure is quite common, yes? Thing is I’d map the differences between these two states of awareness and found the whole thing totally fascinating.

Were your margins filled with doodles of ink as the creative expression within that was being stifled via this institutionalized limitation found a way to sing and dance as opposed to sitting down and still? Mine were. I’d often start a new school book at both ends. One had what they were teaching and the other what I was saying and this was a huge object of chagrin for those teaching as I’d be filling their blank pages with my vision as opposed to what they mentioned. It didn’t matter to me though. I kept at it. Comicbook series that were penned on the fly as well as cascading images and various writing styles and countless other things like diagrams of inventions I would build or tech taken apart down to its components. There was a lot happening within and I can’t be sure if everyone else in the class felt it or if I was actually the public nuisance and private menace they labeled and often ejected from the premises for his outright challenges and unwillingness to acquiesce.

“How can I learn a thing from you when you don’t even have a clue without the teachers edition with the answers in?” I said. Not intending to diss, just making a statement in response to his question: “Why haven’t you learned anything?“. Needless to say he went beet red, started flapping and commanded me to exit stage left, which I did with happiness. “There goes the class clown, grinning” he said, after I left. “Well, the jokes on him because good marks bring a good job and your whole life is built on this so pay no attention to that idiot. Bette noir!” he added for a good measure. Turns out the yokes on him because in a couple of years I’d make in a day than what he did from a week of teaching and that ever present hatred became more loud and visceral. You know, I’d got it down to a fine art because so many times now I could get ejected just as I’d stepped in or, better yet, when still in the hallway waiting. To me it was perfect. It afforded me more time to research my inner realm.

After a while it became obvious that they weren’t checking to see if I’d stayed or left and thus I started to jet to the library instead. “Can’t say I’m skipping school if I haven’t left the premises” I chortled to myself as I read the topics I wished to know about and then introspected on the message to see if it seemed resonant.

These events were the seeds of the realization about the gearbox in my head but by no means the final incarnation that made it obvious. That would come from a computer game instead.

I’d be willing to bet that everyone knows that flow state feeling that comes from when you’re playing a title that is quite intricate, offers a nice challenge along with a skill ceiling and narrow band of perfection, yes? A lot of people hate this and prefer games that are “Press A to win” but some of us came up in an era when “Nintendo hard” needed more than a pause as you were liable to fling your controller across the room and scream “The computers cheating! Thats impossible”. It was in the opposite of these moments where my digital equivalent was dodging bullets like Neo in the Matrix that I realized the resonance between me staring out the window, back when, and imaging we and the sunshine were one thing and how it felt when meeting shadows doing their own thing. The exact same identical feeling. It was enough to stop me playing.

At first I tried chasing it. Observing it whilst still being the other version the school was trying to instill. “Not happening” I clicked because the former was effortless as the latter was directed. “It feels more diffuse. Like the difference between candy floss and a stick” I said to a friend on the pavement as we strolled back to freedom once outside the confines of the concentration camp wing of the System. “So what are you saying? Languid flossing is the way it is and threat of the stick is some kind of trick? Wait a sec, is that why they always hammer “Sit up straight, look ahead” as a way to make you rigid?” he replied after truly thinking. “Exactly, exactly” I said, getting excited. “OK, OK, OK, I’m with it” he added as he picked up the resonance and on went the rest of the conversation which would mark my first steps into the realms of metaphysics.

Now there was a framework. Better yet there was more than me reality testing so it would be interesting to see what happens as we compared notes from within our own personal imperience. Thing is, as I’d find, not many are truly cut out for this. The type of effort it takes can bring strain to many and he was, in the end, simply interested in becoming a better player of a game that was making everyone furious so he could claim bragging rights on the playground as he showed his mad skills. Now I knew what Bruce Lee meant when he said “Not the finger, the moon you idiot!” because you can lead someone anywhen and then watch as they die thirsting for what is right in front of them. Not to give in I asked everyone around me. No one had heard of it but a few musicians and drug addicts had gained a hint but found its presence most elusive.

Next time it happened at school and I was sitting I flicked to the back page of my book and drew this:

Over time I added this:

Then my imagination said “Check this”:

And unfolded visions, within, via my pineal. We are born with the eye of Inner Sense fully open at the apex of our own pyramid of consciousness and this world, via its various limbs of the System, shuts it down to gain its own form of influence and control in the darkness it instilled via the second nature state of Adulteration most don’t question. Anyone who has taken a hallucinogenic, had really great sex, competed in a sport at their effortless zenith, danced after getting out of the way of themselves to a soundtrack that lifted their consciousness or pressed some buttons in a room filled with darkness as a proxy character on screen dodged obstacles with an effortless grace knows this state. They just don’t label it. Its almost like something, within, wishes to keep this gnosis hidden as its a threat to its domination. What is interesting, however, is what kicks when the Flow switch is tripped.

One becomes timeless in the sense that only the now exists. I call this resonance being Centered in Self and once you comprehend that the gold you hold in the mid is pimped by the teams, blue and red, that make up everything from street gangs to politics as well as the fields of pugilism and corporate branding a lot about a bit makes way more sense… I guess thats why they want it hid as an aware populace is much harder to trick ergo whenever I’ve said that the Game of Souls has you, my friend, I’ve meant that on so many levels of consciousness that its akin to transcending a Matrix to find it nested within another simulation that, itself, is part of a construction as well.

The wildest thing is that none of it exists without your attention which is why everyone begs for it but, soon enough, when the children of the cloud do step in there will be but one mind between them. But, as the text attests, there will always be proto-hackers in their midst that will find clever ways to bypass the low level tech, implanted, that offers silicon wings of false bliss inside a mildly hallucinogenic trip they’ll call “Being human”.

Till we meet again

Why Your Family Hates You

The things about the chosen (who choose themselves) is the Game knows this before you step in. On each spin its different. Till it isn’t. Thats a deeper topic but because we only interact with figments of our imagination (and thus, there is only ever one Soul in this realm) you must comprehend that this life is simply one of a sequence. Man flits from one to the next without true comprehension of what kicks as he’s too busy caught up in the mix. On the flip, we have he Monarch butterfly who starts out making a trip it will never end, and yet, its children seem to step in with a pre-programmed GPS. Imagine, if you will, that some humans too were capable of doing this? How long do you think it would take to proclaim the divine right of kings, intermarry among themselves and watch strange things happen to their chins? In another link we have the average rodent who I spoke of this this article and how trauma based mind control can also influence the next gen. Spotting a link?

The Warrior needs to comprehend through a far greater lens than the pleb who is simply content to get ahead and run the treadmill. We intend to get aheart and thus leave this realm at the end of this spin. Let the dead bury the dead, yes? One important thing is the whole “Only one Soul present” aspect as it needs a bit of explaining:

If you show ten people one man they can draw up to the same amount of conclusions. That is an immense hint that whilst we may all appear to be present each and every one of is decoding (and thus re-presenting) our own resonance which is then encoded in a way, invisible. You see this manifest all the time with couples having the “But I thought you said…” argument. This type of emotional chafing is grist for the mill, and yet, many in the situation are addicted to it (no matter how much they protest) and would never dream of ending it. Quite telling, yes? Such is the weight of living the life, unexamined, in near total ignorance of what is beyond what was programmed in, back when, and enforced via regularly scheduled programming. I would like you to imagine this:

There is a huge online multiplayer Game in which people can do some pretty fantastic things. It works using the latest VR holotech and, whilst plugged in, you are the character with their script, intent, whims and wishes on tap in this make believe realm. Time is dilated, much like dreams, so you can be connected for a second and have it feel like a few hours instead. Its all relative. Just like the fam that detest. Lets pretend that a very clever crew of hackers decide, via stealthy privilege escalation and various backdoor tricks, to circumvent the security system and, within a few gens, the Game as it was is unrecognizable. Gone are the actualized dreams of flying on wings as you float across the surface of this make believe realm. No, thats now been grounded and he was plugged in now, instead, plays computer simulations, pretend, that offer a decent alternative as he attempts to stave off death and taxes with laments. Sound familiar? Now, due to the way they pimped things it was presented in ways that people actually wanted to implement the shift and the number one rule of the simulation is “What the people hold true it will bring into view” ergo they got their wish. Doesn’t matter what the fresh connects intend because, one way or another, they get plugged in to the same that holds the older playas in grip. Lets say, into this, you send a crack team of commandos with the singular intent to arouse the collective to the true scope of whats happening. What do you think kicks? Thats right, they are born into a family in which all of their nearest and dearest do their best to waylay them and if that doesn’t work then its other types of wickedness.

Tell me, my friend, did you feel something subtle, long dimmed, start glowing within at this validation of what you suspected, deflected and were, quite possibly, scared to admit? Fear not – although one thing I have noticed with all schizophrenics is a fractured relationship with one or both parents as well as bouts of trauma as well – its not you, its them. Who are you, in the end as you deal with figments of your imagination. Comprehending this is the difference between a padded cell and becoming a mystic who transcends this Matrix. I’m not religious but A) I like the cut of his jib and B) a lot of the things the historical Jesus did and said are straight from the Warriors mindset. What he described as “Spiritual wickedness, placed well” and the whole principalities thing is a force that extends from the Fifth Dimension to make beasts of men. We, like fish, swim through the Fourth and are ignorant of its presence as they are of the water that surrounds them. Me? I see it as I was ripped from the tank due to my near death experience and thus things are quite different from my perception as I’ve seen what I’ve said, first hand, and so much about a little started to make way more sense. That is why I termed this the willhelpme project as you are another aspect, projected, ergo one increasing their resonance (and resolution) bodes well for the rest. Well, except those who oppress.

Remember in the Matrix how the Agent could take over any of the plebs in their quest to dead the Chosen? Well, in day to day, this same thing is responsible for the “I don’t know what came over me” or “She’s like a totally different person!“. Once again, self imposed casualties of a lack of gnosis or, if you will, human glove puppets. One thing you should note is that if you manage to escape the grip of your fam you may discover said Agents were always within your friend circle as well as relationships. Many a good man is dead because he didn’t suspect the wickedness in the chest of his woman and the spells she was casting over his bed. This is why, traditionally, the sages tended not to get wed, lived at a distance and renounced all ties with the ones who bought them in. I’m simply saying the quiet part loud for the new generation as the next step in the sim is Techno Sapiens which will hand deliver a hell that seems heaven sent hence why I’ve said that between now and Thirty Three expect some Game changing, immense. The world will become insufferable for the plebs and they’ll reach for one plane of the cube (as repped by the black mirror effect) as they get to sexing their semi synthetic life companions made of silicon and then its a wrap. Thats the next stage of the Game. Thats what I died and came back to warn you against because, for frogs in a kitchen that refuse to stretch their legs, its nigh on inevitable.

Recollect, someone hacked this realm to make it like this. They are the same at the helm that chirp “Safe and effective” as the fat of the land are waddling after being persuaded to buy chemically assisted concoctions from the supermarket shelves that rendered them such a mess before filling them full of pills (complete with side effects) and ensuring they’re scared to death in the face of ever increasing threats, regs and distractions. That last may seem different but its just poison wrapped in sugar pills instead of the opposite. Point this out to a Slave, plugged in, and they’ll check your head for a tinfoil turban. Not that you should trust my words. Far from it. I ask you to reality test and see if that voice in your head doth protest because when it does you’ve found the best hiding place in this realm and then can guess what comes next as its time for conquest of your ignorance aka doing the Knowledge.

There are so many double binds, triple crosses and causes for quadsternation that the reason why the schizo flips makes perfect sense when you’ve seen the fingerprints of the hand, invisible, that constantly suppresses all who manifest into this realm and its even more cogent when it clicks they came in with a message and mission to uplift the rest hence no due process for them. Just a Game of “Simon Says you’re a madman!” as they fill him with pills. Really ponder this, my friend, as a murderer can get caught with hands red and still must be fairly repped and measured before being locked in the bing or, at best, called a lunatic. A nutter, on the flip, can simply say he suspects the voice in his head isn’t him and face a life of persecution with no avenue for appeal or grounds for restitution. I, personally, am very lucky in the sense that a few madmen (who said naught to their family during visitation) confided me with truths they felt were Self evident about their predicament and what kicks to make the world like this. This was much to the chagrin of their so called “medical professional” as I wouldn’t spill what they shared in case they upped their meds and, besides, he told me, not them. Now, decades later, those seeds helped germinate this garden of gnosis which is an oasis of higher awareness hence why I can push the pen and lace the next gen as there are many who don’t get why they’re the sheep, painted black, by those whose claws are red and yet they present, to this realm, a totally different face so well…

There’s rules to the revelations, my friend. And levels as well hence an ancient quote I read, back when, that said:

“Not all who walk in the flesh are truly human“.

Makes you wonder, eh?

Till we meet again

Feeling What Others Can’t

We, the people, are precisely this because we decode a similar wavelength. Breaking it down even further, into its components, we class those of the same ilk as they too were trained to dig, dig, dig the same reality tunnel as their parents. Oddly, we tend to tolerate great variance better than small shifts as this often brings the type of skirmish which ensures the rivers run red. Heck, even within paradigms the most obtuse and, ultimately, pointless things can become such huge bones of contention that the bigger pic vanishes and songs of praise to the same thing are replaced with “Death to the infidels”. Its a strange thing, being human. That much is for certain. I mean, I still haven’t gotten over (nor fully accept) the premise that I’m wearing flesh and walking around on a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance. Thats such a wild thing. I mean, lets pretend an alien from a place with extra dimensions popped into your head and said:

“Say there, Earth dweller, whats the sketch from the basics in your realm?”.

And you replied with the above premise. Doesn’t it seem just a tiny bit ridiculous? And yet, people accept and build the rest upon this. Feeling what others can’t is akin to being raised in a complex in which everyone is blind, since they stepped in, but convinced they see, super well. For some strange reason they omit all of the bumps and bruises that kick and have built a society that is somewhat functional but they do rage and yell over what has became their main thing:

The description of a sunset.

The rise, they all agree, is a most wonderful thing that then underpins their very concept of “light” even though its drawn in by the rest of their senses which pitch, that and this, to generate the concept. When it dips though, hoo! Then all hell breaks loose in this town of darkness as some say its a veil that gets in the way of something that, otherwise, never shifts whilst others scream and yell that the very planet is moving and thats what causes said effect. The former laugh and scoff at this idiots for their home, as they know, is super still and their senses do prove this ergo the curtain clique hold dominance and see the other side as a bunch of fringe lunatics. The title is quite interesting as they intuit and test for the presence of another type of luminance that has its own strange flows and ebbs. Some of the others are intrigued because they too can feel and, eventually, they learn to predict the motions of this thing which they believe is proof the veil itself is moving and the true source of illumination is constantly present.

Imagine, into this, a boy is born with perfect vision. How would he communicate to the rest what he so clearly sees?

Better yet, would they listen to him or claim he was simply ignorant or, worse still, desecrating their traditions and ways of being as well? Now take all of this and move it from seen to felt and you’ll have a pretty decent sketch of what made me push the pen. All around us there are things, invisible, that interface and interact with human beings. If that sounds strange then recollect all of this happens on a rock floating in the abyss that chases a fireball, into the distance. Its not that odd, is it? Better yet, I can prove their presence as one of the most common sensations in this realm is the one of something staring and you look, dead bang, at what it is only to be greeted with nothing. Pets detect, real well, hence your cat stops grooming to track these movements whilst your dog may growl and bark at the invisible being. And yet we, as humans, are people of the veil whilst those who think the Earth does spin and intuit a bigger pic are seen as fringe, at best.

Caught up in the maelstrom we have the common or garden schizophrenic whose testament, since incep, has been remarkably consistent. Would it help to shore up what I’ve said with a simple observation which may make your head ring with its implications? The so called mad men are the only in this realm who don’t fall for optical illusions. They simply do not work on them. Take this and extrapolate a bit and you’ll become one of the small percent on the other planet I mentioned who truly start to think and formulate the outline of another presence that was, hitherto, invisible. All of the greatest discoveries in this realm have came from women and men that could feel what others can’t. John Nash was a great example of this as this man was a walking paradox in the sense that he was aloof, distant and aggressive when it came to most relations, physical, and yet, within, he embraced numbers with a poets tenderness and leapt over seemingly unsolvable problems that dazzled all of his peers. Did you know he, often, arrived at the solution first and then worked backwards to make the math fit? This, to his peers, was either genius or madness as they simply couldn’t think like this but, for him, it was natural spec. Tesla too exhibited similar traits and is on record stating that a pigeon talked to him via bands of light, coherent, which, wouldn’t you know it, is exactly the same thing documented by Philip K Dick and the man who imagined the future in which we’re about to live spent absolutely ages sketching out his exegesis trying to make sense of what kicks.

In the parable of the other land into which stepped the boy who saw well these titans are the equivalent of ones with third eyes, in the mid, totally blazing and thus are so far beyond the paradigm that people dismiss a lot of what they said instead of stopping to ponder the sketch that they all present and what it says. And then you have the so called mad men who interact, directly, with what they intuited is playing with the minds and emotions of humans. I, personally, am fascinated with all of this as the implications are quite intense and this quote from a man that gained concepts in his dreams he used to write fictional works that went on to create an occult genesis as some magickians came to comprehend that they weren’t simply thoughts placed in text but actual, factual transmissions from noncorporeal beings, beyond the realm:

Read that back in and let it sink to your depths because its the equivalent of the blind men and the imaginative lunatics before the boy stepped in warring because on the fringe says:

“There are other luminaries out there, similar yet different, to the one we’ve termed “Moon”” as he goes on to detail what he feels about we see as Self evident. Feeling what others can’t is not really a nice thing. Just ask Van Gogh who, in his time, was seen as a talentless imbecile but when we developed the tech to catch up to his own sketch we noticed the perfect turbulence he wove into his pics… Now his works are priceless but yet people don’t hear what he said. He already gave you an ear, what else do you need to take heed? Maybe we aren’t supposed to stitch together the bigger pic as the implications would be devastating. Like the boy who sees with clear vis and listens to what both sides do kick then closes his eyes and unfolds the wings of imagination to see what they’re processing as he builds common links between their relative ignorance that will either make them listen to what he says or join hands to revile his presence. One day, exploring outside the village, he finds some buried tracts that were written in their own form of shorthand which looked remarkably like Sumerian for one could run their finger across it to decode the message that was as simple to impress as it was to express your perspective:

“I hope this finds you well, ye of clear vision. We know they do not comprehend and nor will they listen” starts the text. This was a secretive sect that Knew the Ledge as they’d developed some ways of means of igniting the eye in between that all possess but most never bothered to check. They went on to detail how there was a time in this realm that all saw, really well, and their vision went beyond the veil and what they’d seen was so very strange that it defied conventional explanations about who, what and how did create. Then the Game changed, the stage dipped and things began to shift. The texts continue “You are the first, the natural moment of genesis. The Alpha and Omega of what is coming, has been and always is. Man is trapped by his own ignorance and believing what another says for the comfort it brings for its better to be together and incorrect than alone, out on a shaky limb”. The boy, now a teen, is fascinated by what he reads as the pieces start to fit like a straight Tetris because with his mouth he makes a click and stumbles upon the concept of echolocation which he takes back to the people and creates a simple test:

He has ten men stand in front of an obstacle, hands them each a clay tablet with a reed and states they should write down what they “see” and then move, smoothly, from point A to B. Five are from the veil, the others are invested in the concept of rotation. Each accepts the challenge and begins to push the pen. None of them pass the test as they all ran into this old and gnarled chunk of tree that was placed, haphazardly, in a room he had purpose built with walls, a roof and floor, for said purpose. He then brings them back, one by one, and demonstrates the principle of clicking then listening to form a vision. Some stand still and vary their volume before writing. Others move, cautiously around the edge and a few keep their back to what is solid. He then takes them to point B and decrees “To A each, your Self, shall thee lead”. And they do this remarkably well. On the other end he hands the tablets back, at random, as they read each others views and find a remarkable concordance. And, just like that, they regain their true vision as their optics worked, perfect, but they’d learned to ignore them and the whole world is now quite different as they move from a time of darkness to one of illumination which is, I suspect, something that will also happen on this planet with the advent of human beings that are mildly remixed with machines interbred to train out the incorrect imperatives that made us accept ignorance as wisdom but there is an implication to this that I suspect others may miss:

What if these things, invisible, that others reject but are documented by madmen and mystics as being Self evident, are the same who are responsible for all the bloodshed and conflict? What then? Would a false heaven be a better bet than a real hell? Better yet, lets pretend that instead of developing the click language which allowed their innate skills, long suppressed, to finally blossom the guy in question on that planet, imagined, had actually found and trained animals then sold them as guidance whilst keeping his true vision hidden? The people who buy in would be super impressed with this gift that changes everything (whilst allowing them to remain identical) but, in the grand scheme of things, what have they truly gained?

I think about things like this, really quite often. Why? Because I feel what others can’t hence the golden child is he who kills all illusions, dead. If you listen closely you can hear three blind men who grasp a tree, wall and rope yelp as they feel their sacred symbol is under threat. How many do you think comprehend its actually an elephant?

Till we meet again