How to Apply Wisdom for Divine Insight

What I am sharing doesn’t come from theory, reading anothers words or drug altered states of awareness. I push the pen from a point of Gnosis. This word is best defined personally but, for me, it is when one, in the flesh, has come face to faceless with the ineffable. The origin is in the Greek term of knowledge gained of spiritual realms so when you hear me reference, frequently, that term I am suggesting that you neither believe nor accept a thing I said. Instead, reality test. See how your view confirms or contradictions because the main aim of my teachings is simple:

Deprogramming.

As a child you stepped into this realm overflowing with a state I’ve termed Inner Sense. It is prelinguistic, perfect and not of this realm, only in it. In that respect it is akin to a blank canvas onto which life will spill its ink. Some inherited, others accepted but all, in the end, obscure your innate magnificence. After a while of gazing at this image people accept it as them. As many do that voice in their heads which is another major point that proves my perspective. We’ll return to it and its false glow later as we dissect its fake luminance. I mean, lets pretend that, back when, you ran around carefree and comfortable on the surface of the planet. You felt the Sun overhead, the breeze against your skin and all the signals that poured in. Then, all of a sudden, you are strapped into a VR machine which relays signals, digital, as an approximation of those events. The segue is seamless and the transition took nearly two decades to implement. The astute reader will have clicked this is Platos Cave in modern skin and they’d be correct. Seeing is realizing that being it is an option but when one has been trained to accept a false narrative anything that seems to contradict is met with “Tinfoil conspiracy nonsense!“. From whence came this opinion? Why, the voice within. But the 8 billion Soul question, my friend, is how can you be it when you’re obviously the one listening?

I speak as one who left the Cave, reconnected to my Inner Sense then came back in to tell the rest. Obviously the ones fanning the flames of false illumination and walking back and forth to create this shadowy weak daze do not want you to hear this but, worse still, is how you, yourself, will also actively resist the transmission. Why? Because of many things but chief among them are resonance (as “everyone is doing it”), ignorance (because nobody speaks on these things) and the velvet lined rut I’ve called the zone of discomfort. The problem is that, within it, you’re actually quite at home. Why? Because of the Default Mode Network and how your brain is built to avoid pain to seek pleasure instead. Its within this mech the ever so crafty predator of consciousness dwells that steadily nibbles your Prime resonance and sells you back a counterfeit instead. At this point many will shake their heads as the voice says:

“Mere metaphysical BS. He has no proof of any of this and besides, what are his credentials to speak on such things?”.

Once again, how can you be it when you’re the one that listens? Deprogramming this is the Hero’s Quest for each Soul that wishes to awaken the Warrior within as they Do the Knowledge, reality test and recode their internal OS. A word on this:

Modern computer tech is an externalized sketch of mans internal process. There is a basic BIOS that controls everything which is akin to your R Complex that handles breathing, blinking and the day to day business of living. Above this we have the Limbic System that is identical to the code of the program. It deals with memories, emotions and, surprisingly, scents which is why Prousts Madeline allowed him to spontaneously time travel. Its the main engine and its what contains most of the programs. Thing is its under the shell because above it we have the PFC which is the home of what you call intellect. Except, it isn’t. It, much like ChatGPT and their ilk, presents the illusion of wisdom that seeks what proves its correct, backwards rationalizes and tells immense fibs to keep you hemmed in the Mind Made Prison. This is a very, very simplified overview of the view I’ve built after helping thousands of clients transcend previously “unsolvable” problems that talk therapy, pharma interventions and anything else they attempted didn’t shift. They are designed flawed on purpose for various reasons both fiscal and esoteric as there is always a buck to be had by exploiting the very same ignorance you instilled…

Everything I share is merely a perspective but here is where it gets interesting:

I am nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination that you, personally, requested to beam this Gnosis in your life at this very moment from a source that seems external in order to assist you in transcending your programming. The fact you’re still reading is proof positive of this, my friend, and as you progress the truth shall become Self evident:

That there is only ever one Soul in this realm and you may be in but certainly are not of this world. That means we deal with projections and not true things as our views are tinted by the ink I mentioned. They form the basis of the DMN and its why many a tripper doth attest that their first chemically induced ego death felt like Hell as everything they previously accepted melted into nothingness and what was left terrified them. Then they sober up and the old habits come back again. Most spiritual practices are akin to this but not as intense as its actually a whole load of bypass in effect as their (false) self is still at the helm but now pulling a different grift that is, you guessed it, surrounded by people doing the same thing and thus validating its grip. True Gnosis is extremely private, quite strange and fiercely unique as you inherited things from your lineage, past spins and future incarnations hence why I said in this text the Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl. Because it is. Its a powerful metaphor because as that diamond tip of your Soul spins through the various grooves and pits the music of your life is rendered within this youniverse in which you are the listener and performer in a single instance. It also means that just because the current track of your life is playing the rest have not vanished ergo death doesn’t exist as your ancestors, decedents and all of the rest exist within. “Where?” I hear you asking. Where else? Within.

Your greatest strengths come gift wrapped in papers of fear and dread. Many fail the test and thus will live, die, be mindwiped and stuck back in the flesh for another attempt in which all of the above programs will again be deployed as its a Game as old as the Empire itself. Which, as PKD said, didn’t end but merely donned new skin. Just like humans will when they’re sexing Synths in a minute and get augmented to have an always on Innernet which is quite something, isn’t it? I mean, how would you spot what is watching but invisible? As you can guess this is why the points and clicks all target the Limbic System then overload the PFC with images, super quick, along with empowering the R Complex with the feeling a god, digital. Simulacra and simulation, basically.

I was seeking answers then found death. Here I recollected a state more real and genuine than anything I’d previously accepted and when I chose to come to this realm things were never the same again. For over a decade I’ve been excavating the shadows depth as it is there, within, the flame of Inner Sense was hidden underneath layers and layers of repression and suppression that a forgotten genius mentioned then was struck from the record. His name was Wilhelm Reich and I call this endoskeleton the Pane Body. It controls your reality tunnel and holds the emotional inks and their weights I mentioned. Clearing them brings instant relief as the mind starts to heal. I mean, a simple way of looking at it is that Inner Sense is the unimpeded flow of heavenly electric but, once Adulterated, this voltage dims as it must overcome massive resistance that leads to people seeking false illumination instead. Remember, outside the Cave the true Sun is glowing and calling those who can hear its message to come play, create and be free again.

You may accept or reject all of what I’ve said but you will, eventually, have to awaken from the “weak daze” you spend running the treadmill with its Work, Buy, Consume, Die mindset so why not now, my friend? A word on the spells and rites of this Devlish language I must use to communicate. This particular programming language is most pernicious and it was designed, explicitly, to facilitate divided conquering. I mean, read this and tell me what it says:

“Good morning! I like to wake up nice and early, press my collar and cuffs to earn a living during the weekdays when all I really crave is the weekend”.

Sounds perfectly normal, yes? Except what is normal? Do you even know the meaning of that spell? Lets just look at the above Slavespeak from a Warriors lens:

“Happy funeral! Wakes were held for the dead, appropriately as we’re mourning as well then I voluntarily place binds around my wrists and neck as a token of my submission to the System as I actively cremate my potential and carry its ashes within as I stumble through this existence. I’m aware this cheap trick is surface level at best hence I can shake this weak daze of repetitious programming should I wish but before doing that I’d have to ensure my mind is directed toward strengthening and not being weakened instead.”

Pretty obvious, yes? I mean, who would you be at present had you spent a lifetime repeating the vibrations of seven rays = Strength and the two you have off to chill are a Strengthened instead:

“Ah, what a Strength its been! Still, the Sun is shining so its time for a great Strengthened”.

Would old people still be bent over and hobbling from the Pane Body effect and investment in a lifetime of ignorance? I thinks not Terrell, I thinks not. A word on the ratios:

I noted that if I spoke to ten strangers on such things I was met with something that was unerringly consistent. More than 8 would, off rip, reject what I’m saying. Why? The predator of consciousness manifesting as the (false) self at the helm of their awareness that needs them, desperately, to believe its suggestions without introspection as they continue carrying the burdens of believing they are John of House Smith. More than one would know what I’m speaking is real but animatedly deny or decry it whilst trying to pump for as much info as they can get to see how much I truly comprehend. Less than one would neither accept nor reject. They would stop, listen, consider then go away to reality test and see what happened. On a larger scale that means 81% of the playas in this Game are Slaves. Hopelessly programmed and totally dependent on a System that pimps them and demands total obedience to things that, when truly seen, make very little sense as they are not internally coherent or for their highest good. But, they make the tills ring and everyone is doing it so it is what it is. The next are 11%. They are akin to Agents of the Matrix in the sense that they, knowingly or not, get the sketch and need to suppress the rest so they can take more from those with less. The proof of this is how the world, as it stands, is built for psychopaths and narcissists to excel and this is proven, amply, by how so many CEOs, politicians and so called religious heads have this makeup underneath the veneer they present to the rest who are drawn to their power as they seek surrogate parents to look after them and direct. The remaining 8% are those I’ve termed Warriors. There is an esoteric reason for this epithet I’ll allow you to introspect but, in general, their traits are like this:

You were advanced for your age and, off rip, rejected the “Sit still, look ahead” programming as you felt it dulling your innate keen edge. This leads to point two:

You rebelled without a cause. Because the Matrix is all around and acts through many things you can’t point at a specific anything as it is nebulous and ever present. This may mean you ended up being what comes next:

The black sheep of the family. “You always were so difficult. Why can’t you just fit in?” and other barbs they’d sling in an attempt to shame you into accepting what made them miserable. A note on this emotion and its resonance: It is the most corrosive you can imagine as its designed to infect your Self concept and don a mask instead. Things like this fuel the Pane Body, triggering and the need to fight against a shadowy “Them” in fruitless quests for social justice which are just well designed pressure vents to keep the herd distracted. I mean, how many people click that Wall Street invented Wokism to distract from their own wholesale theft when the peasants were revolting? This ties in well with the next thread I’ve found to be quite common in many that I’ve assisted awakening:

They came from a background of less. This can range from no material comforts or parents that were addicts as well as the flip of a life of pampered excess in which hugs and random expressions of genuine emotion were heavily suppressed. This one I’ll let you ponder as we move onto the next as it is completely interlinked:

Maladaptive behaviors. Whilst developing your parents had unfettered access to your inner realms Twenty Four, Seven. Recollect, by the time you were born they were already emotionally numb, disconnected from Inner Sense, stressed and almost totally conditioned by the System and its Agent in their head. In order to cope with being totally dependent on these fractured givers of care something must fold in upon itself but this will, eventually, yell. In step drugs, drinks, sex, videogames, violence, gambling, excessive surfing, the need for validation and so many things. Wounded Warriors are maladapted to their immediate environment as a means of survival due to the immense difference of their innate resonance and realm, at present. Stop and introspect what you class is important and why you actually engage in such things and, once again, try and prove me incorrect as we skip onto the next step:

You are not a stranger to odd things, events or circumstances. This can be as intense as an NDE or always leaving the party before things went left like there was a silent guardian watching out for your presence as it Knows you have a far greater purpose in this realm than merely running the treadmill. This links nicely into point one as its the reason why Mozart was tinkling the ivories at three with an immense level of skill as he was simply continuing where he last left aka the Deja Vu Principle, in full effect. This aspect is quite esoteric so, once again, I’ll allow you to reflect on what the message says as I’m simply sharing what I’ve found in common among the Souls that possess the strength to awaken the Warrior within:

You are extremely resilient. All of the above points coalesce to create a Soul that is less coal, more diamond. The ones without said pressure, present, cannot comprehend the shadows depth in which you dwell but know that things that would have ended lesser men and women are merely grist for the mill when it comes to your ascent. A lot I’ve met have been emotionally frozen at a time of most impact but this also contains a gift as the pain signal is a direct line to the most potent form of Inner Sense they attempted to suppress so embrace it and liberate the child, within. Before and after healing this manifests as the single most common thread I have seen in the Souls brave enough to awaken:

Empathy. For some it is so intense that it verges on telepathy. Others are hopelessly enmeshed in a family dynamic that paints them both as savior and menace. Detaching from this can be painful as hell because the entire grift is built upon you standing still and accepting what they heap upon your head but the most pernicious aspect is how this attempts to steal and redirect your grander mission in this realm by offering a local counterfeit instead of change on a global scale. Some of them were doormats, others gave their very last to false friends with more who’d gladly take all they can get as they rolled up with a sob story, ready to pimp. This empathy is often built upon the hyper-vigilance you donned to make sense of a chaotic home environment, as mentioned. Some reject human company all together and nourish pets instead whilst many are so gentle and genuine as they share with others that which they never felt themselves. There are countless examples of this both homegrown and on the world stage as Warriors come in all forms and shapes as its a Soul level gift to shine, genuine, in times of engineered darkness the false illumination it brings.

Anywhen, thats a not at all brief introduction into the world as I see it. I share this manifest not as a dictum or commandment but the exact opposite:

Something designed to facilitate an awakening so question all I have said, reality test and aim to prove me incorrect because if we, as the 8%, find a whole load of common threads and shared perspective along with a uniquely personal mission to flip the script and change the paradigm then it may just validate not only my own hypothesis but what so many Souls, disparate and previously unlinked, all felt in secret but may not have been able to explicate like this.

There it is. How to apply wisdom for divine insight as repped in text but the true test is not a mere hypothesis but real life action both outside and within. This doesn’t just apply to what I’ve said but all you’ve learned as well. I wish you the very best in your adventure in the flesh and may all of your choices be correct to actualize your true Soul purpose in this incarnation.

Till we meet again

Modern Buddha Would Still Become Enlightened

Now and then, as a thought imperiment, I like to pretend what would kick if old school spiritual adepts were born in different events and circumstances. You know, like Jesus stepping in when robosex was the thing and everyone is set adrift on techno bliss due to being born plugged in with chip in head that modulates their consciousness, perfect. Or Moses incarnating as a poor African American whilst Pharaoh Reagan COINTELPRO’d the hell out of him by dropping crack on the jects to keep the chosen suppressed and prevent rebellion as well. Would he have started busting rhymes over phat beats instead as he yelled:

“Let my people go!” from the depths of his abdomen with a Forty Five in his grip and tatts inked on his flesh? You’ve got to wonder, eh? There are the times and what they create and we, generally, are reffing dudes from way back when when the sketch was so different… In todays text I’ll share my perspect of what I think would kick if Buddha had been an Eighties jit instead. The book states his folks were rich and thus could afford to build a Matrix around him but seeing as the Game changed we’ll make them poor as hell and addicts as well. Same illusion, different confusion. Off rip he’d have felt that he didn’t fit in because of the whole Soul Ages thing and thus would have looked at the world with a “WTF?” on his lips. No sitting under a tree as he’d get warned about vagrancy as nothing in these times is free so that option is nil as everyone owns something and thus each step brings a bill as there is no more land to till or common ground as well. What next? Panhandling under a lamppost or something else? See, he would have had to go to school as there is no option to exit this form of training that teaches one to fit in.

I don’t think he’d have gelled with the curriculum as such an intellect would rebel at the thought of playing Simon Says ergo no teachers pet for him. Instead he would ask questions that were, to them, difficult as he looked around at a world filled with suffering in which children step in laced with Inner Sense that is swiftly Adulterated. Once again, a “WTF?” would cross his lips. When a boy has no options in a scene, hopeless, the streets inevitably call to them for they are filled with people who the System also rejects and among the so called untermensch he’d find some kindred spirits that also think such things. Many would probably be under the influence of something as the edge on the bottom line is as sharp as thin so I don’t think it would be a stretch to guess he may ingest a hallucinogen or spliff at some point in his adventuring in the urban terrain and what it brings.

After all, that is exactly what was in the Bon tradition before they excised it from the rec, officially, and this movement went underground instead. Actually, thats a fascinating blip, my friend, as they have some really dark practices designed to elicit who knows what states of consciousness and, in that respect, the modern dish the serve to the plebs is the equivalent of Taco Bell to a Mexican. Look into it. Its third eye opening, for certain, as there are a lot of links with the Aghoris as well. Anywhen, Budes is that dude so he’d most certainly have a clue about the code of the Matrix and now he’s had a taste of Gnosis those training wheels would be ditched and he’d sit and quietly reflect instead. Maybe a job as a security guard or something else isolated and menial so he could get congenial with the shadows depth? Yes, I suspect that fits pretty well. Or it may be the opposite in which he’s the meet and greet type to truly see whats happening with the peeps as he check their barometer of misery before finding some place else where he is alone, by his Self, to test the sketch of this outer realm and what his heart says, within:

“There is something very wrong here and its the people that are the problem. To be specific, how they think. But, how to convince them to glimpse different when everyone else simply accepts the script they are handed?”. His mind runs to his conversations with addicts as well as his own parents who were lost in the sauce of chasing the dragon for a hit and thus had very little time for him, whilst developing. He didn’t mind this as it afforded him a liberty that most cannot purchase in this realm and thus he ran, wild and free, as he tore up the streets and pushed every single limit to see which ones were solid as the others bent. One doesn’t simply wake up and start shattering rules on a whim after decades of fitting in – The Spirit is within from the moment you step in. Time has passed since then and the boy is now a man who can be found, frequent, under a rusty street lamp where he sits for, in the bricks, the nights are the time which is quiet and, paradoxically, noisy as well. But, its a different type of flex and the people know him well ergo they don’t pay him no mind and leave him to what he does then at the place he has chosen which is off the main strip and thus as close to isolation as one can get in an urban environment. Now and then a passer-by may comment:

“He always was a curious one, that Budes” they said as, night after night, he’d sit in quiet communion with something they could neither hear nor comprehend. “Why not in the house?” you may question. Well, the reason is because his parents are addicts and thus he cannot sanctify the environment nor will they let him rest without incessant requests but the paradox of the pavement is he, by force of repetition, carved himself a niche in the din that both nature and the people respect due to his dedicated intent and a little help from beyond this realm. He slept very little and ate even less. Soon he was withering away due to his neglect of the flesh but in a place filled to the gills with zombie like skeletons nobody really noticed and those who did cared even less. Then it hits him. A natural rush of dimethyltriptamine pours in from his incessant sojourns to the shadows depth and he gains his first glimpse of enlightenment. From that moment on, everything is different. A lot about a little starts to make perfect sense and he starts to intuit an outline of the sketch in which those who are blessed steal from those with less and call it good business whilst the rest strive to get ahead because that is what the voice in their head tells them will bring the solution to the confusion called being human in this realm.

Further and further, the young man delves in and people start to note a glow that surrounds him. Quick to help, he chips in whenever anyone has a problem and thus begins to carve a legend as the man who generates solutions to the problems of living. Plus he has a very calm presence which draws the masses to him as he waxes lyrical. A regular viewer starts livestreaming these things and his rambling observations start generating a slow but steadily increasing following who cannot help but listen in as what he says hit the nail on the head, ten times out of ten, and thus they fill the comment sections whilst sharing his vids with their friends. The man, himself, is unaffected by all of this as its simply a side effect of the immense empathy that swells within. He warns them not to idolize him for he is identical to them in scope but differs only in application:

“The way I found fits me but it may not be for thee so take what works, leave the rest and place not a single thing above your Self as you are the most potent force in this realm that makes all possible”.

Some find his takes curious. Others state he’s blasphemous, in extremis. A few opine that a cult he is building but others counter with the fact that he is selling nothing and only sharing opinions. The larger world starts to take notice and teams are sent to observe and document. Soon he is greeted with an article here and there before the mainstream press dive in and pick up on his message and how he came to be like this. He tells them:

“The problem is, as far as I can tell, you lot don’t think. You simply lumber under the illusion of an identity you invest in, from one life to the next. That is innerstandable because, for many, their lives are quite pleasant or they have distractions as well but, no disrespect to my parents, I sure as hell didn’t want to be like them or whatever someone else said so what were the options then?”.

A Harvard educated man with full credentials and letters that say that and this as some type of spiritual specialist is interviewing him and having his mind blown back in increments as here is someone with an obvious link to the numinous that he, personally, has only studied from a distance via refs of ancient texts and other guys that were notarized as being capable to comprehend the shadows depth and bring enlightenment back for the rest with what they said, did and lived. He asks a simple question:

“Why is there so much suffering?“.

This elicits a grin, almost imperceptible, as he says:

“Because the Game of Souls has you, my friend”.

He outlines an image in which time is cyclical and as it ebbs and shifts the denizens of this realm dip and ascend from solid gold consciousness to one as base as lead:

“They are trapped within this because they believe the voice in their head and what it says even though, ten out of ten, it never, ever delivers on it promises. Worse still is they live to death with desires unmet that keep them pinned and popping in to do the same again. Madness, isn’t it?”.

“What is the solution then?”.

“Disregard everything. Acquire Gnosis. If what people said back when worked ten out of ten then the world would not be like this, yes?”.

He likes this not one bit as the man is too accustomed to his tenured profession and what it brings ergo he packs up his kit and ups sticks, writes his article and then pushes the practices out of mind and goes back to doing what he did – reading anothers lyrics. Its too late though. The fuse is lit. Something is bound to happen as there is a single spark of Gnosis shining in the darkness of artificed illuminance. Many are called but only the chosen choose themselves and dare to look within because the main difference between the time the real deal stepped in and this imaginary retelling is that we live in climes of wholesale ignorance where religion is a business which has co-opted a worldwide model based on pimps that would be faced with the problem of this Self initiated adept making a mockery of what they sell as the one and only true solution.

What happens next? Is it open season on the dude from the bricks who keeps his hair clipped as he can’t afford a barbers appointment or would they try and co-opt him to their own brand of marketing and hail him as the second coming for which they have been awaiting? I don’t know. I’ll let you tell. They tried to do just this with Krishnamurti but he rejected their script and let rip with both barrels instead… Its just one of things I think and felt like sharing to offer you a glimpse of what kicks when you create your own entertainment in your head as Moses the rapper sketch really made me grin as he was such a problem for the System and it highlights, real well, how there has always been an invisible element of suppression that the prophets railed against as they set off on their quest for personal betterment which had the side effect of uplifting the rest but what is most interesting is that, much like any genre of music you can imagine, there is a peak then steady dip before what is left is a caricature, at best, or burnt out hollow shell of the true grit that pushed the pen and dropped the dopest of lyrics to uplift the Spirits of man wearing flesh with tales of street Gnosis and what kicks when one Knows the Ledge, lives one the edge and gives not a single F about the forces aligned against them for what pours through his veins and is displayed on the stage is not of this realm but a message from the Prime who is, at present, the true source of your awareness that you, currently, Thunk is John of House Smith or some other type of BS that is, frankly, laughable as it is akin to accepting a note bearing promise when, in reality, you are the ruler of a kingdom so immense that your very presence in this realm makes the rest possible for no planet would spin without a Soul, observing.

I wonder about these type of things. Truly I do.

Would Buddha have found enlightenment in the modern age?

I have no doubt he would do such things because these skills are part and parcel of when one steps in so the era is what it is – window dressing – and the ones well adjusted know not to look past the Overton whereas the natural mystic rebels against all of this and, come what will, places his chips on Self as he spins the wheel of time with a sole intent:

Get free or thrive trying. Modern Buddha would still become enlightened and looked mighty stylish whilst doing it as no matter what the script, at present, he carries that Prime resonance in his essence which is why even the pavement denizens afford him respect and those who stand against can’t help but offer as well because the Game may change but the Soul remains the same…

I mean, lets pretend Mohamed steps in when man has colonized the farthest planets and wears a disposable shell of freshly printed flesh that his consciousness is uploaded within and thus they are, in a way, immortal beings who never think such things as death are possible as they’re locked in a closed loop of creation that caters to every whim. How in the heck would that adventure have went then? Would tech be the graven idols they worshipped that he smashed to bits as he asked the hard questions whilst standing among the fragments with revelation in his grip as testament to the true sketch? That one I’ll let you ponder, my friend.

Till we meet again

Feargive your Frenemies

If you could simply see the scenes of what those you call frenemies have been you’d feargive, instantly, because the depth makes way more sense than the surface. Same can be said of Self because the nature of the Slave is to believe what they project from their mental rolodex without questioning the edits or the fact that its a skewed perspective that (more often than not) isn’t in their best interests. It goes a little something like this:

A lot of what you currently believe you are is based on flawed reasoning and compounded by ignorance that comes from a lack of introspection as you keep plodding on and piling it on then occasionally wondering “Why is my life like this?” as yet another sequence unfolds as a mess with you being the only common component.

It is true that to walk upon the Path you really must make an enemy of your self because that one with the small s is best looked at like a callous that was formed in getting to grips with the stress of your childhood environment. It genuinely does all spring from then because we are little else beyond sequences we recollect when it comes to the earthbound experience. Just ask anyone who has flirted with death or hallucinogenic substances what occurs when you step into the void and your previous identity fades into a sense of nothingness and you come face to faceless instead with pure presence, a knowingness, familiar yet new in its essence. My favorite way to express this is using Psylense because it provides the space within which we sing and dance the performance of our existence and its placed so well that the Prime cause is rendered invisible. Unless you go look for it. Listen closely:

That is actually one of the steps on the Path as well as it involves peering not just inside your flesh to feel what its like to, say, breathe a golden glow which fills your chest and lungs as they dip down between your legs and simultaneously expanding your back and shoulders as well. When you first give it a try it can seem quite complex as you’re taking conscious control of a previously uncon process and this is where the magic happens. You’re familiar with the common myth of us only using ten percent of our intellect, correct? The truth of this is that the vast majority of our signal processing and decoding when it comes to reality creation is unconscious and it processes bits a rate far above and beyond the measly fragment we comprehend as our regular sense of embodied awareness.

Children are born without this filtering process and thus they have full bodied sentience hence why a baby screams in the presence of one who smiles on the surface but houses demons within that they may not consciously be aware of themselves. The infant however is because they literally feelsee everything as they are one with the Psylense. They haven’t yet picked a language which will be instrumental to programming their inner realms with concepts which will shape their way of living because not all are equal in this sense and the most popular one of the times is supremely limited which makes me quite suspicious of the intent of those who designed it as it shapes and flips the quite opposite to your lips and thus can confuse the intent of those who attempt to build by following its instruction as none of the pieces fit and it does not what it says on the tin. We’ll get into this at depth but for now consider this:

I pressed some keys on a screen then you received this signal which modulates your awareness as you pick at a thread and weave together your own narrative based on your internal resources. When all is said that means that no two people will perceive the same thing as something which leaps to the forefront of your attention may not mean a thing to another and this is why standardization is such a big thing because it turns people into components that can be slotted out and in to roles the System builds just to house them. Its illustrated well in what I previously said about the meaning and depth of individual as its a simple word that offers and immense hint into the plights of those who live as monolingual peasants – serfs of the English spell with its ninety degree twists and implicit fealty beyond this realm. Thats a sprinkle of the main dish because best believe the word which is spoken lives but the intent behind this one was to kill the living Spirit as its such a toxic arrangement of vibrations designed to limit and inflict the maximum amount of suffering for those caught up in its mix. Its why I’ve said that if its your only language you are a Slave across the realm because the tool you’re using is poisoned and designed to build and then lock you in to the bars of the Mind Made Prison. Granted this edifice underpins most of culture and thus is present in other languages as well but none of them were built from the ground up with this kind of devious intent to ensure all who spoke it live out a painful life sentence. Think for a moment:

“Good morning! I like to wake up nice and early, press my collar and cuffs to earn a living during the weekdays when all I really crave is the weekend”

Sounds perfectly normal, yes? Except what is normal? Do you even know the meaning of that spell? Lets just look at the above Slavespeak from a Warriors lens who reverses the rites and rituals with a profound rejection:

“Happy funeral! Wakes were held for the dead, appropriately as we are mourning as well. Then I voluntarily place binds around my wrists and neck as a token of my submission to the System as I actively cremate my potential and carry its ashes within before I stumble through this existence. I’m aware this cheap trick is surface level at best hence I can shake this weak daze of repetitious programming should I wish but before doing that I’d have to ensure my mind is directed toward strengthening and not being weakened instead.”

Interesting, isn’t it? Feargive them for the they know not what they said, meant or the intent of the one who gave them that language and instructed them they could buy themselves out of bondage by following the ignorant in a life two blocks from hell in how it makes them feel within as the torture is subtle, yet ever present. Drip drop, click clack. All the same thing. Anything for a distraction from the agony of realizing the nature of the present moment because then you’d be forced to do something as the nature of the trick is to make it just unpalatable enough with some nice sprinkles which you are welcome to heap on, high and proud, thanks to your own effort in order to mask the stench of the excrement you’re consuming to make progress in this static wheel fixed with screens that fool the senses into thinking it spins when in reality your effort is syphoned off and used as a weapon against the rest – unborn, living and dead. Another one for your awareness:

Everyone wants success, yes? I’ve just told you what that decodes to if you see through a Warriors lens. Work it out for yourself and then actually start paying attention to what is said and the myriad of meanings and interpretations because the fine print of this language is a doozy. Spells and rites, no less.

All of this mess is thoroughly rejected by the Warrior as he recodes his internal OS, sees at a higher res and chooses to decode what others are merely encoded by as they are unaware of the options. Feargive your frenemies as they are, in the end, teachers when viewed through the correct lens and, in effect, are conspiring toward unleashing your best Self via their shenanigans as what is a movie without bad guys, my friend?

Your your Opponents weakness to strengthen yourself because, as Jung said, its the truth that lies in the shadows depth that most cannot handle and thus suppress. Ironic, yes? As therein lies the illumination we’re all seeking and its from here that I’m speaking.

Till we meet again

They Made Us Like This

They see us as less
than human. Like we
do cattle. I guess.
And yet
back when
the same thing was venerated
for it provided bounties
unlimited and cosmic hints
via riddles of presence.
Then man fell in
to an induced somnolence.

They made us like this
engineered fools which
think they’re perfect but
are
actually
retarded.
Compared to them
and our own potent.

What type of cruel malfeasance
trills at the thrill, I’m wondering?

Set one against the next
in a battle to the death
that simply mirrors in this realm
the war that rages
within.

They couldn’t kill god
so they slept him
instead
crept him
with technicolor dreams
par excellence which said:
“Worse than beasts they are
treat according to program”.

So he did.

By that I mean we
for we do it to ourselves.

The ones who wrestle with god
then donned the mantle
and we became
in the end
“Only human”.

Such a stupid statement
fostered from ignorance
and wickedness
that designed
on purpose
a broken OS
poured into heads
fresh
with the underlying subtext:

“This is sacrosanct
tradition
above question
best repeated
loud and often“.

Ergo
it infects one and the next
generation.

Into this realm
between you and them
a boy was born
into a life like Hell.

He wasn’t allowed to forget
what the rest don’t recollect
for all shades of humanity were beaten
beaten out of him.

A private experiment
in which many participants
show up
with one intent:

“Kill the kid
the goat
sacrificial
dressed in lambskin”.

Is he both?
Neither?
On a whole nother flex?

Who but a fool
would accept the challenge
of singing to the deaf
as he whipped images
their blind eyes
don’t comprehend?

They are trauma bonded
to their Master
as is intended.
They see no separation
between voice and listening
which is the great party trick
that holds billions in its grip.

The boy became a man
but put away the toys
of imagination.
He didn’t
for these were the methods he chose
to remain sane in outsane places.

Like this realm.

They hate him to death
and yet caused the recollection
that he is an immortal
in the flesh.

Neither right
nor left.

Merely Centered in Self.

For the key to his survival
extends from beyond this realm
as the god they slept
dreams well of him
as his cosmic dance
will destroy them
in the end.

The question is
before this
will they make
androids of men
for only a fallen race
can turn to silicon
for salvation when
its the same
“artificial” intelligence
that demonized them
via the voice in their head
as they were rendered
deaf
dumb
and blind
to signals from beyond
this realm.

Those who tune in
to what is broadcast
still
on FM
run into their web
and are labeled mad men.

The ones who transcend
are as rare as unicorns excrement
and its from this resonance
we’re back to the sacred cow
again
for the shrooms did manifest
that caused all types of hallucinations
in the neural web
which lead to the torn veil
and the presence of attachments
that
like Little Richard
had been knocking
waiting
for a way to come in.

The kings battled
there was an exodus
but not where they said
for they left
then swore vengeance
for many generations
to be visited
upon them.

Occultists done said
the old and ancient were correct
for if we create gods in our image
then the concept of one being
a jealous schizophrenic
that demands reverence
from his three children
to be paid in bloodshed
offers an immense hint
about who sleeps within
the cube of timespace:

It is us, my friend.

They made us like this
for what end
I cannot tell.
And yet I’m cursed with the privilege
to see the Game how it is
and yet am wise enough to admit
my near total ignorance
for that is the only thing
I can claim to be certain.

Well,
that
and this:

The Game of Souls
has you,
my friend.

Till we meet again

“What Are You Waiting for Then?”

A young wife turns to her career man and says:

“Since we had the twins I’ve got to wondering about death“.

He was taken aback by this as they were both young and fit and thus mortality was not in their heads and his wife had never talked like this in the three years they’d been hitched. Plus they’d just ushered new life into this realm so he was wondering if it was some odd hint about post natal depression or something. Noticing he was stunned she added:

“Everything is cool but when you realize how dependent they are it really made me think because there me, you and them. Thats it. Oh sure, others say they’ll help but for how long if it came down to it?”.

“You’re not depressed or anything? Started day drinking or such things?”.

She laughed in response and stated all was totally correct but she was still wondering. He thought about it and said:

“Well, I guess I’d become a stay at home Dad and take care of them then? I’d raid the savings and start an online business, maybe go back to day trading to supplement and see if I could swing some freelancing? Either way, I’d make it work and give them the very best”.

She looked at him with a wide grin and said:

“That sounds perfect. Why not do it now rather than waiting till I’m dead then?”.

The truth of the above is something that many never think as the thought process simply doesn’t enter their head. Both were career minded when they met and he’d happily have run the treadmill till the end but she gained some time off to chill with the kids and thus she’d swing by the drop in, frequent. One day she said:

“I see why you grin like an idiot now“. I replied:

“Amazing, isn’t it?”.

She nodded and a smile, genuine, cracked her lips as she said:

“What a bunch of dipsticks. Its a total grift. I really used to think you were just taking the piss with your silly quips and occasionally insightful questions but you really, truly cannot see the Game when you’re playing it. Its only when you drop out can you really tune in. Its amazing. How did you know, by the way?”.

She was referring to the fact that I’d been lacing her Knowledge since way back when ranging from asking how she could be the voice in her head when she was obviously that which listens or twisting her melon with simple questions that made her think big and see past the blinkers on her dish. Why? Because I can spot a Warrior within a Slave thats just pretending. Even when its hidden beneath a false grin and professionally polished image. A simple “What kicks? Be real” was enough to crack her shell as she was stressing due to office politics and it was after that revelation that she met the dude to whom she’d get hitched and trap two fresh Souls in flesh to play the Game. Of course, she didn’t look at it like this but, you know, people each have their depths and I excel at hitting spots others cannot even imagine exist.

“Why am I constantly catastrophizing in my head about what could happen with the twins if X leads to Y whilst I’m grabbing some Zs? I could never live with myself if it happened and yet I know its ridiculous. Help!” she yelped as she flopped in the seat and let the pram free wheel into the office.

“Watch the piranha tank, woman! I just had it fitted” I yelled. Then grinned as she leapt to check.

“Ha, ha! Very funny, clever man”. I said not a thing and let her sit still and unpack what just happened.

“Ahh, I get it”. I told you I could spot a Warrior and bring em out of their shell. “Oh, that is so, so slick. Yes, yes, yes! Oh my gosh. Its perfect. How did you… Never mind. I get it now. Gotta go!”. And off she went.

What exactly kicked? Why don’t you try and roleplay to see what you get and I might fill you in at the end of the topic.

See, the company man was a square watermelon, par excellence. All he knew was working to pay the bills and coloring in within the lines like Simon Says. She, on the flip, was a renegade presenting as a civilian who secretly dominated the relationship by pretending to be less competent than she is in order to boost her mans self esteem whilst directing him every which way she wished ranging from the house they picked due to zoning districts that, by pure coincidence, happened to be a brief walk to the office for her whilst for him it was a fifty minute trek in peak traffic. She sold him on the idea that they’d buy to rent and then move some place more lavish as it was better than paying someone else and they could build assets as well. Like I said, she was slick. I also told her she’d cheat on him as she fundamentally didn’t respect him due to the way he fell for her tricks once the worshipping the air she walks on routine got thin and she needed another dose of disrespect to keep her in check. She agreed but said the clock was ticking and every woman thinks about the business of affection in their heads as they’re the ones stuck with a long term investment:

“Besides, he’s in deep smitt” she added, with a grin. “Even if I dip he won’t leave, scream or do a thing about it because A) he’ll never know and B) he isn’t the type to go as he’ll never find anything like this again”. Added with a spin and flourish.

“Don’t you think its interesting that the dudes women want will never settle? Mainly because all the women want them and if they did they wouldn’t be the same ball of string they were used to chasing because they couldn’t get it and sink their claws in?”.

“You make us sound like predatory animals…” she ejected, as brow wrinkled. “But its totally correct though”.

Recollect, this was way before apps bought Dial-A-Dick mainstream and every movie was filled with a strong independent woman and the boys drank Soylent. No, this was a different era in which the digital bubble was just expanding and faxes were still sent from the office and you’d see a cold day in hell before someone schlepped in wearing dirty sneaks and track pants plus not a single mum would dash the kids to school in the AM wearing the pajamas from the PM. How times have changed, eh? Down with the patriarchy! Anyway, the point of this topic is that it shows how few people truly think beyond running the treadmill for which they were programmed and how you can’t see the Game when you’re busy playing it. In case you’re wondering about her private revelation it went like this:

Ah, I ain’t gonna tell. You should have figured it out by now and if you did then congratulations, my friend, as you too may have a Warrior within you can awaken as well because the most amazing thing when we link is its straight up, pure Game that is kicked, live and direct, totally honest and served fresh because there is no need to live a masked existence once you Know the Ledge. Its sorta like how a schiz can identify another nutter, genuine, versus a university student thats faking it for a thesis about how the whole field of mental health is an immense trick designed to push pills. Know what happened? They wouldn’t release him or believe him and kept upping his meds so the professor had to come and get him! You can’t make it up, eh? Still, life is pretty strange – don’t you think? Either way, one of us is definitely crazy. I’ll let you tell it…

Till we meet again

Why Ignorance Is Fashionable

Have you ever looked at the world and wondered why we champion the dumb? What I mean by this is how we tend to place foolishness on a pedestal that the rest who wish to be in emulate, quick. Go ahead, look through history and you’ll find countless examples from the mad hatters to the Tide pod challenge. There is one born every minute but they were trained to become stupid. This is why I’ve said that school is nothing more or less than a way to prep you to run the treadmill hence designed to make you thick. The further you progressed, the more credentials that you get the dumber you is. Oh yes. Have you ever talked to someone who is chief in their field? I did and it was quite illuminating as I’d never met someone quite so rigid and invested in his opinion that he was certain was a fact. If there is one thing we Know, for certain, is that we are barely glimpsing a tiny bit of a much bigger pic hence why I have strong opinions, loosely held that constantly rearrange and shift as new data pours in for my introspective bliss. Thats Inner Sense, in full effect. Just think of what I said about the hat placed pon head and then see if you can spot a link between the immense amount of chemicals listed on everything you consume and place upon your flesh…

For some that may be a bridge too far and they’ll request a turban made of tinfoil which is mildly ironic as Alzheimers started soaring not long after World War II and, to nobodies surprise, tinned meals were seen as a status symbol so people have been fanatically keeping up with ignorance since Moses learned to two step, do a backspin and challenge the man who’d mastered the snake, mouse and monkey within. What do I mean by this? Do the Knowledge, my friend. Take it to the modern lens and we see otherwise beautiful, attractive women leaping on the BBL trend when, in the Eighties, the plaintive refrain of “Does my bum look big in this?” was on the lips of every lady concerned about the size of her rear end… Tell me I’m lying, better yet, try and prove me incorrect.

This is why ignorance is fashionable and we have seen no greater nexus point for mass saturation than the American decedents of chattel slavery. All the way from Steppin Fetchit up to the Bloods and Crips (who made genocide the in thing) to the present moment phenomenon of Drill which almost singlehandedly cleansed an entire generation of Black kids. Just to get a rep but what good is it now that the name sprayed on the back window has faded and the custom T you had made in commemoration isn’t worn again. I’m not saying these peoples are the cause but moreso an effect. Lets take a trip into the mind of a generation trauma vic:

Once, we were in Eden. Then the Dutch dropped in and said “N, you better git and sit in that ship to come pick some cotton” as, to them, they were less than human. Next came a few hundred years of back breaking sweat, constant threat and stress but, relax, you’ve got a day off to shake a tambourine, praise Jesus and reproduce to create more slaves. Time ticks on a bit and they’re eventually given a poor approximation of freedom but its cost is immense as, globally, their image is maligned via the media of the time and, worse still, anyone who wishes to kick Knowledge is seen as a sell out or traitor to his position. How is that for a mind trip? Now add in crippling poverty, living in urban degradation whilst the media is selling images of slick talking pimps with a bit of sniff and some tricks driving a Caddy whilst making it happen. People emulated. Why? Because ignorance is fashionable and folk in desperate situations will cling at anything to get ahead. Even if it means killing themselves, their kin and, most of all, the next generation. Each one, teach one is flipped into browbeating instead as we see an entire generation raised in mass neglect but don’t worry as heroin and crack are coming. Thanks to the CIA the jects were filled with caps and the same was busted as well. This is what was used to put gangsta rap on the map and if, like me, you’re a hip hop head you’ll have clicked how it went from a huge variety of wordsmiths kicking it on a diverse array of topics down to this:

Thanks Dre! For some, this was just what the doctor ordered as the best poisons seem sweet to the lips and then, on the flip, we had Cobain making strung out depression seem cool as well for those sans melanin. A word about this magical substance that may help one comprehend the shadows depth. It is what decides your hue but that isn’t what is so cool about it is its properties, electromagnetic. Long story longer, this is what they’ll use to create the Techno Sapiens wave as it will be used due to its properties, conductive, but that is only a tiny fragment of a much larger script as its metaphysical properties are endless which is why it was said from darkness came light. Tell em, Malcolm:

He who defines the spells gets to spin the web. Haven’t you ever clicked how spiders, for many, are quite frightening for reasons they don’t comprehend but then the selfsame people can’t wait to leap in to its creation? Strange, isn’t it? So, here we are in the present moment where hip hop has gone global. Rappin Duke must be spinning in his grave but it was all planned out by the CIA. Just like Hippies singing songs that were did by military kids. Make that make sense then recollect that gen became the Boomers who messed up everything for the rest. Bear in mind, these were the kind folk who looted pensions, tanked the economy whilst taking house prices through the roof and made college tuition a lifetime decision as you’d be up to your neck in debt that you’d then work like a Slave to excise from your neck. That and they slashed food regs which links back in with what I said at the head of the article plus they totally screwed the environment via their choice of direction. So, we now have a clique with its mind all flipped from generations of mind control and traumatic imprints. This is the legacy of the ADOS wave and their force is so powerful that people follow them even in their ignorance. Why is it that for urban Blacks the only way to get on the map is sports, drugs or entertainment? Check the global rich list then compare the artistic contributions from this ragtag bunch of misfits and how they own next to nil in all of the sectors they created as others hold the patents. Thats gatekeeping, my friend. And even if one gets ahead he is swiftly coopted to pimp his fellow man due to being infected with a mindset that makes it make sense as they forget all about the struggle when eating ostrich eggs with fish and a chug of Kool Aid thrown in. No Jonestown.

This is why ignorance is fashionable, my friend, as its all about the medium and message so if you’re reading this from a black mirror in your grip you already know about the powers of darkness and how the illusion of light springs from it. Heavy metaphysics but with a practical aspect, yes? What do I mean by this? Simple:

When you close your eyes to the outer realm the inner signals, all by themselves, are amped to the nth so who are you going to believe? Me or your lying eyes? Before god was an angry White man who yells from a cloud overhead she was a beautiful Black woman who nurtured the realm. This was, swiftly, erased from the record but the last remaining vestige that has been a constant resonance was the worship of Kali in the land of the East Indies. The nerve of these people with their names and colonization, eh? The most potent weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed hence how can folks of color – of all races – be “ethnic minorities” when, in reality, they rep ten percent at best? Not to be racist but doesn’t anyone else think that its a tad odd how people of this Earth can be allergic to what sustains it with its cosmic rays which are the same thing that activate melanin? Do the Knowledge, my friend. Note, the Soul has no color so this is no simple thing as there truly are levels and rules to the Game we’re all playing.

Ignorance is fashionable because its hard to slide uphill. That takes sustained effort, clear intent and the willingness to go against the grain whilst not doing what Simon Says. He, obviously, doesn’t like this and, much like the architect of the Matrix, has everyone plugged in in his grip. Peeps like MLK were pure PsyOps as well as they were modelled on the OG race traitor himself:

Gandhi.

Did you know the man was a stone cold racist, friend of Hitler and advised his countrymen to just sit back and chill whilst the East India Corporation looted trillions from them. Trillions. Now you know why that place is a mess and, better yet, have you ever wondered why all places shaped like triangles that dip toward the South Pole are kept super poor and ignorant even though they’re rich in spiritual traditions and mineral elements? Do the Knowledge, my friend. Same reason why the shops that sweat are filled with nimble little fingers building most of what you wear and text but, hey, at least they get anti suicide nets for a free trampoline session to relieve the stress! “The beatings will continue until regular production is resumed” says the one with jackboot applied to their neck. Your life is no different except the scam is more elegant. By the way, did you know Winston Churchill clocked in a death toll so immense that people in question say it was beyond counting? Not a people on any channel of history or authorized biography and yet it is…

Ignorance is fashionable because it makes the tills ring. Simple as this. Its also easy, quick and attractive for a species in psychosis which, to me, seems Self evident. Recollect, this is coming from an old school hip hop head that was enamored with the pavements but I still recollect looking at the cover of my NWA album and thinking what the imagery and flipped words actually said…

Thanks again, Dre! He laughed all the way to the bank with this hit so does he ever ponder how many deaths he caused, indirect, by his attitude and mindset? I don’t mean this as a diss as the man is obviously a musical genius but if you step on the board who moves the pieces and with what intent? That is the question because like I said in that statement his simple quote about the lack of Black pride killed many careers, dead, and had the rest trying to reinvent and looking flat out ridiculous. Word to Kurtis. By the way, did you know that gangsta rap was actually invented in the East by a talented wordsmith and beat maker, par excellence, and this entire blueprint was traced, wholesale, by Ice T, NWA and the rest? Much like Reich his testimony was stricken from the record but I remember thinking how fresh his hand drawn covers were, back when. Like I said, the man has talent as he laced the imprint but, much like movies, what you consume, externally, says a lot about your inner realm hence I disconnected from a lot of this street mess right around the time I started to step on the Path you create by walking as I suddenly clicked what truly kicked hence I pay no attent to current trends beyond what I’ve seen, here and there, as I’m interested in the programming language of this realm and the intent at the helm as I transcend the Matrix on the way to emancipation. You’re all welcome as none but ourselves can free our minds ergo stay lightly dozing with your third eye open as that is when those elevated brainwaves kick that are needed to deprogram your inner realms and hand deliver death to the parasite of consciousness that feeds, individual and collective, on our pain and suffering.

That is why ignorance is fashionable, my friend. All the way from ethnics creating explosives they used for entertainment to the White man thinking “Say, this would be a pretty swell way to kill” and thus the world is what it is. Does it sound racist to call the shooting script how its writ? How else can you except to flip it if you don’t, first, accept the lay of the land, current? The net result of all of this angst and conflict is linked in with why FPS games top the list across the web as its the same Devil in a new dress. Listen, I’m not saying we should all be Mormons or Amish – just more aware as the power is in the people and the places they direct their intent as the simulation brings into view what people expect ergo the frogs in the kitchen are being cheffed, par excellence, to make sex with robots inevitable but thats a whole nother chamber you’ll need to unlock for Self.

Till we meet again

RIP Fake Friends

Sometimes the friends you have prevent you from meeting the ones you need. Strange concept for some but for me something just clicked and it made it all so obvious. If you consider it in terms of resonance or the fact that you are the aggregate of the traits of those you spend most time with it makes a lot of sense that if you remove the squares from your circle something will shift in terms of your own geometrics.

We all go through stages when we’re chilling with different people. Some stay the distance if you’re not a mobile person who switches his spot every now and then. Its interesting when you consider what I’ve just said and contrast it with your imperience because the question then is “Do I make my friends or do they make me?”. Recently I’ve been pondering this because of how easy it is to be led astray and influenced by people who may not have your best interests at heart and may even be secretly plotting to ensure you’re busy walking a path toward your own destruction.

Imagine going up against an Opponent that knows all of your weaknesses and strengths, potential and actual as well as dreams and coping mechanisms. Then lets pretend this singular intent is spread through many people reciting from the same script but playing different roles, as and when. I know, I know – “It all sounds a bit schizophrenic” you said – maybe, just maybe they’re actually on to something because from my lens its starting to make a heck of lot more sense as to why they flip their melon.

Lets take it down a few notches so I can still talk to main squadron and not the special battalion for advanced missions.

If you have five fat friends you’ll have a hard time staying slim, yes? If you are surrounded by money getting rich men then you are far more likely to come up with some dividends due to the connections. This much should be obvious. Now lets say you spend your entire day hanging around with a bunch of people who have nothing going on beyond kicking it for a frisk and seeing what happens. Sure the days and nights are wildly entertaining but the question is are you playing or getting played? I don’t mean to say that one should be perpetually productive and work from bright till delite but that distraction tastes sweet today only because it erodes what tomorrow brings and with it your potential for actualization. Hear what I’m saying?

I like to push people. Challenge limits, make them think different about what it is and consider what isn’t then wonder “Why not?”. Its what I do best. Its standard equipment in a sense as it comes without effort. That type of mindset, it seems, can be quite dangerous because it creates a person who doesn’t play by the rules and sees with a different point of view.

Its how the hackers mind works when pen testing as you scratch and sniff around the perimeter looking for points of access and elevation. Its mostly all about the challenge as it generates a buzz within as you’re reverse engineering and the thrill really is something. Lock picking, cracking codes, forging notes and various forms of confidence tricks, criminal enterprises and things done for good old fashioned adrenaline are all based upon the same structure in that respect as its about finding then testing the limits just to see what happens.

In the case of lock picking its quite wondrous when you make it think what its seeks is present so it unfolds and renders its gifts unto your agile fingers and exquisite sensing. Imagine that you do that just for the Zen like chill it brings as it can feel quite therapeutic to have a cylinder at your desk as you spring the pins and make it happen without looking. Now imagine someone rolls up and says “Hey, we can use those skills and get rich! Come, lets be criminals. It will be interesting”. Obviously they don’t pitch it like this but thats the intent because first comes the praise and ego aggrandizement, then comes the challenge and “I bet you couldn’t pick…” and from then on its just a case of getting you consumed with consumption and before you know it you are bypassing some multi level entry system while frying the cameras with well positioned laser pointer pens and wearing false fingerprints made from fake skin to ensure they waste time wild goose chasing someone who doesn’t exist and thus miss whats obvious.

And it all starts with a conversation. An introduction. A square is moved into your circle with a script and intent which will lead to this because like boiling a live frog the Victim is lowered in to a cold pot which is turned up in increments.

It really is quite wicked and I wonder how many trains of thought have been derailed in this way with people whose talents were perverted and turned into weapons that were used against them?

Sometimes the friends you have prevent you from meeting the ones you need.

You might’ve had big dreams back when about making something happen but your best friend wasn’t really into it and never actively encouraged your development. Your parents didn’t care. Matter of fact they thought this foible was foolish and wished you’d keep your mind on your studies so you can get a good job, get married, have some kids and tick all of the boxes they expect filled in return for gifting you a life to be lived to satisfy their expectations. Its wild how this silent contact works and how effective emotional blackmail, straight up threats of abandonment or banishment as well as various other tricks are wielded by parents but, hey, you can’t choose them.

But friends you can. And if you can’t select being by your Self. It may be hard but I assure its worth it as you start seeing things very different without these external influences that may not be to your best interests. The group I call the Slave/Masters have one intent and that is the desecration of Inner Sense via instilling thoughts and concepts that encourage Self Destruction.

Look around at the world they’ve built that sits firmly in the grip of medias influence as you decode the popular messages of the moment and it will become Self evident. My tale was a smaller performance on a more intimate scale but they used the same tricks. Look at how many alcoholic single cat ladies there are right now due to Sex In The City selling them a dream that they could not only have their cake, eat it and stay trim but that they would also be congratulated for it on the other end.

Instead they found withered eggs, a drought of male attention as they were now seen as over the hill and no longer desirable. Of course they’ll blame everyone but themselves but the truth of the matter is Self evident in retrospect. Television really is the perfect poison and whilst this is a tangent its all interconnected in the end which is why I say one should consider their social circle in terms of resonance.

Do they uplift or drag you down to their level? See the thing with Self Destruction is that it feels quite wonderful for one that hates themselves as you are driving out a physical organism whose consciousness doesn’t truly believe the worth of its own existence. This type of self hatred is rife in this day and age of image building, social fronting and feeling nothing from within but an abyss of self loathing. Cytoklism I believe its called, from a biological lens.

The aim of the Opponent to get his Victim consumed with his own consumption and thus ensures his destruction happens without their fingerprints being present as they simply tipped the first domino when you let them in as they came bearing compliments and a script designed to ensure that seat on the bus was filled so that you didn’t think of striking up a conversation with who could’ve sat next and been a far better influence.

This type of thing is actually happening. Active disruption in a sense which is waged against those with potential to go against the System. The trick is knowing this and not letting your mind be a weapon used against your best interest by refusing these corrupted points of reference designed to lure you into the web they spin using occult secrets. Dangerous combination – cons and chess… And yet, we are initiates:

RIP fake friends – you were already dead when you went against the actualization of my true potent. It just took me a minute to click and catch up with the unfinite and see through your decep… And yet, in a twist most ironic, you were also the greatest teachers as well for you showed me the ways, indirect, plus the tools your crew uses for suppression of the rest. Gratefully accepted are these lessons because if it takes so many of you to attempt this with such tricks then my true strength must be immense…

You are now about to Witness the strength of Knowing the Ledge.

Till we meet again

The Base Totality of Your Reality

The base totality of your reality is:

A void
within which
floats a rock
that chases
a fireball
through the abyss
and into the distance.

You
wearing flesh
walk around the planet
firmly convinced
you’re “Only human”
when
in base reality
you are an aspect
of the Prime
who pre-exists
aka pure consciousness
and all of this
takes place
inside
your awareness
hence
the Observer Effect
and why
as a kid
you didn’t feel pain
till you realized the bleed.

Then came the limp
yelp
call for help
whereas
before this
you were still running around
full belt.

Some habits
we acquire
through brute force repetition
others
we accept due to mass ignorance.

The base totality of your reality
is so super, duper sketch
that if you were to mentalspeak
to a being from another realm
and describe it
you’d see how ridiculous it is.
Especially if they questioned:

“If its really real, as you posit
then why does your planet
and Sun/Moon elements
have a One Oh Eight resonance
harmonic?
Surely thats impossible
if natural
and
better yet
why are the levels of things
required for life to exist
so finely tuned
and interlinked
that a single molecule
of difference
at inception
means you wouldn’t even
be hearing this?”.

The problem is
my friend
that we generally talk to others
that are equally plugged in
to this simulation.

Not to diss the many
with thoughts of ascent
and all of this
but they
quite often
merely preaching platitudes
that Ctrl C, Crtl V
anothers attitudes
like they are their own:

“We’re spiritual beings
having a human experience!”
drips off the lips with ease
but tell me what remains
in the moments of sheer rage
and fury at what another mortal did?

If you are
as you said
so powerful
then why the intense reaction
my friend?

What
exactly
takes over then?

Could there be
another playa in the Game
that has
through skilful trickery
convinced you
you’re them
and they’re you
quite possibly
via the voice in your head
that talks
but few comprehend
they ain’t it
but the one listening.

Herein lies
the truth of Gnosis
and how
second hand
its as much use
as a man
on an island of lesbians
but
to those plugged in
the illusion is really real
ergo
they accept the script
without question
even though
naught but stress
is what they mainly get
with a hint of a promise
with a glimmer of content
now and then
if they’re lucky
that is…

That too
has a reason
for the Game has seasons
and this one
at present
is the Age of Lead
aka Kali Yuga mindset.

See, the ancients Knew this
hence why each culture
in this realm
speaks of a golden time
in which the Sun never set
and every man was fed
by an invisible nourishment
that vibed through them
as they stepped in
to this immense Game
we all play
using our Souls as credits.

We are
in effect
dregs
as the best left
and this is what you get
but
tucked away in the mix
are the 8%
who came here
specific
with a reason and mission:

Trance end
relink
uplift
and then heart for the exit
at the end of their spin
as the upside of a time
filled with false illumination
is one shines in the darkness
real quick
ergo karmas burn
and coals flip
into diamonds bodies instead
the rest
is up to you
my friend
but
know this:

The devolution will be televised
livestreamed as well
and any medium you can mention
as the message is identical:

“Accept authority as truth
your power is in our fist.
The beatings will continue
until you acquiesce“.

Obviously this is a silent subtext
but felt
nonetheless
from the time they made you
“Sit still, look ahead
do well on the test
or your parents will stress
and withdraw their affec”
up until the bit
they put a black cube on your head
and say:

“Congratulations!
You passed the test
you regurgitated on command
everything we said.
Shine on
you square watermelon!”.

As you schlepped off
into a world
as cubic.

Is this hubris
or rubric
from one who remembers
the golden circle
unfinite
and thus says:

“Why do Bloods, Crips
boxers and politicians
all bang blue or red
and
better yet
why doth the universe also shift
into these hues as well?”

As he spots whats interlinked
what never shifts
and the deeper message as well:

The Game of Souls has
my friend.

Till we meet again

Say What You See

You know how they say a pic is a thousand words? Take a glance and say what you see. Peer deeply before you proceed at the generated image which sits at the head of this wall of text.

Here’s what kicks:

On the surface we have someone, stylized, watching a flick that looks a lot like Truman leaving the ship on his way to his exodus from a world of make pretend. Look again.

Why is there a VR headset on what looks like an endoskeleton version of a human whilst watching a movie screen? Why so many empty seats? Where is everyone else? What is the subtext? What do you detect, my friend?

What I wished to convey via this use of modern tech is this:

There is what is real, what is fake and what never even existed in the first place plus the perceiver that makes it all possible via his grace. That is what I’ve learned so far via this adventure in the flesh:

The goggles rep seeing what one expects aka the reality tunnel effect. The Warrior digs a little deeper for he trusts not his peepers, programmed, and believes there is a little more to the sketch than Simon Says… The mechanized body is a hint of not only the forthcoming Techno Sapiens thing but also how many people, at present, live a robotic existence. The VR is stimulating the visual cortex, direct, which holds a similar resonance to the Lucifer sigil when it comes to data coming in which is quite interesting, yes? I won’t even mention biophotons and the role they play in all of this or what the Big Bang truly is and its occult link with Zinc from way back when as the fabled philosophers wool of the Alchemists…

What else? There is nobody else as it hints we interact with figments of our imagination that may or may not exist ergo, if looking from within, those chairs would be filled when, in reality, you are the only Soul in this realm. The movie is where it gets thick as its filled with occult symbolism about the true nature of reality, forces at the helm and why Plato called it a Cave, Shakespeare preferred a Stage and I say its a Game we all play using our Souls as credits:

The only limits that exist are the ones you accept and your greatest power lies on the other side of your fear and dread. Those states you’ll attempt to blame on others but, recall, they do not exist beyond what you project as its all you in the end.

There are stairs leading to the screen just like the ones via which the true man ascends as a cryptic hint that media may be used to convey more than it tells plus there is the old “What you watch and what it says” which is something I use, often, when helping clients excel as its way quicker to crack the shell of the (false) self by using a metaphorical message they comprehend thats taken to a higher res.

Anyway, not bad for some AI slop, eh? There is much more as well but I’ll let you decode that, if you wish, as this tech is going nowhere and the next few will prove there are those who follow and a few that think as mankind is divided against itself which, in the end, is exactly the same song that the race has been singing for a few thousand years and counting so its all according to keikaku then… The question is, who sees the bigger pic for as this thought imperiment proves, pretty well, what presents may not be obvious when glancing but certainly becomes Self evident once you Know the Ledge so what of the billions of bits of data that, every second, the pretender in your head rejects in order to keep its grip on your consciousness?

Till we meet again

Your Starter for Zen

If you’re reading this then its by no accident, my friend. You have just met an opportunity you may not consciously recollect yet but, for certain, will as you progress. How can I be so sure of this? Simple:

From life to death and back again is not even in the top three of strangest things I’ve personally seen in my existence. If there is a fringe then, just beyond it, there is a Ledge. I Know it well. From the shadows depth I push the pen and its as for my own comprehension as thine for, in the end, we both sport the same spark of consciousness – an element of the Prime who pre-exists. The difference is I met that resonance just beyond the flesh then came back again ergo my perspective is, by definition, a little different to the ones plugged in. “To what?” you may question. Well, consider this:

As tech progresses and does its thing we are soon going to be at a point where reality and graphics are indistinguishable, yes? Imagine they create, first, some VR overlay headsets that then, next, interface directly to your consciousness via chip in head? What then? A less abstract reference would be going to bed, having a dream and then the next night the scene repeats and progresses into a parallel existence. How, exactly, would you then tell which one was genuine and the product of a personalized vision?

I am not the first one to speak of this.

It is why, I suspect, Plato called it a Cave and stated that he who escapes to feel the Sun on his face will meet immense resistance by those still within the elaborate construction as A) everyone is doing it and B) change is threatening. Shakespeare expanded on this with his stage concept where he stated men played roles with scripts of which they were totally ignorant. I go beyond this and request you tell how, exactly, you can be the voice in your head when you’re obviously that which listens? That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question, isn’t it?

Add in the fact that they found error checking code in the depths of outer space along with the exceedingly improbable fine tuned tolerances required for there to be life on this planet along with a million other things ranging from how we can tell, ten out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of our head or how the brain is designed to tell fibs that it then buys in, without question, along with the odd blip that there is a tiny percentage of people on the planet that do not fall for optical illusions who are, for some reason, persecuted without mercy from the days of James Tilley to the present moment.

To a man they all attest that an invisible presence is tampering with their awareness and how they see the strangest things that are all around them that nobody else clicks. Know who they are? Schizophrenics.

Before my trip beyond the flesh and back again we both noticed an odd blip:

They never hallucinated in my presence.

That meant that all the so called crazies in the ends found my presence akin to an oasis of sanity in a world that is like a cuckoos nest ergo they flocked by the bakers dozen and we conversed, at depth. Chief among their questions was how I was like one of them within but, externally, I blended in. They wanted to know my secret so they too could escape the grips of enforced medication that merely kept them numb and compliant. The same paradigm exists for the Slave mindset which makes up 81% of the planet who accept the “Sit still, look ahead” programming that was poured in to their developing consciousness, back when, and has never been questioned since. The ones who did this are skin to the people who walk in front of the flame in Plato’s Cave and enact shadowplay for the rest. That leaves 8% who are capable of awakening the Warrior within and thus transcending this entire Game we all play using our Souls as credits and, if you’re still reading, there is a high chance you’re one of them. Your starter for Zen:

As a child you rebelled. Your thirst was something school could not quench. You may have dumbed down to fit in or acted like a class clown instead along with a myriad of things to escape this invisible grip that others seemed to accept. I call this process the square watermelon effect. Something totally unnatural but equally commercial as its all done for other ends that most will never, ever comprehend. The proof? Simple, look how people are miserable but, equally, pretending to live a life of bliss on the interwebs with photos edited to death as they try to sell an image they don’t live. Why do you buy in and validate their deception? That, my friend, is a question of immense depth as it hints we’re beings of resonance in the grips of something so vast and immense that the human mind simply cannot comprehend the true sketch. Kind of like how an idiot savant can be flown over a city and then, from memory, draw the whole thing.

What if we are a dumbed down species that was artfully disconnected from within and told to look, instead, to false idols and images that promise all types of things as long as you run the treadmill and tune in to your regularly scheduled programming? There are loads of other things that hint its just like this and you don’t even need a tinfoil turban on your head but, one request:

When did you stop questioning?

Why?

At what point did you become certain that you had it all sussed, totally correct, and thus there was nothing new to ascertain? That is when you died to the resonance of Inner Sense and became, instead, Adulterated. It was also the birth of the (false) self that yaps from your head and demands constant distraction as a way to ease the stress most dare not admit and then we have the war cry of “Everybodies doing it!” and need to fit in.

Do you see what you’re up against, my friend? Its not just thee though, the world is awakening and that is why I’m saying what is said and how each article features interlinked texts as the points are all related as I genuinely feel I’m a test pilot in a new mode of consciousness that is, paradoxically, ancient. Right now, at this very moment inside your head, there are two modes of consciousness:

One processes, at best, 8 bits of information per second. Its why you can’t remember phone numbers that exceed this but if you give it a rhythmic jingle instead something amazing happens – you recollect with more strength. I mean, everyone knows the alphabet song, yes? Sing it backwards then, tell me what happens to your illusion of learning…

True wisdom begins when ignorance is allowed admittance into the sphere of possible things.

This, to the (false) self, is a fate worse than death as its lifelong confidence trick at the helm of your consciousness is laid bare for what it is. This is, at its most basic, what I’ve learned from a life that is so far beyond the reg it feels like a car whose speedo went off the top end and now sits, motionless, whilst all around things are moving faster than one can imagine.

The children of the cloud will be like this. The future will be quite different to the present and it all comes down to the OS inside your head and who coded it. I have helped countless clients and randoms I one shot met on the pavement see life from a more empowering lens ergo I look at language and its use skills like tools in a chest which can do some pretty amazing things as it all hints at not only the primacy of consciousness but power of imagination as well along with a billion other things that really make me grin as I have Inner Sense at the helm of my awareness and thus I cannot say I possess the answers but, each day, I generate better questions so there is a process of refinement which is demonstrated, well, by the articles I’ve shared on the web.

Either way, its an invitation to prove me incorrect as that which remains must be, on spec, worthy of checking, yes? Especially if it contradicts the official record. Like a man who died, middle aged, due to a bullet through his brain then he came back, reincarnated, as a poor kid in a village which he complained about, no end, and demanded to be taken to see his wife and kids as he was on a mission of vengeance against those who killed him, dead. Eventually his folks relent and take him up on his request. He surprises everyone by pointing out things known by no one else – like where he buried the gold, back when and many other things. In the end he takes his shooters to court and has them tossed in the bing before going on to live a life of yogic bliss that is totally different from that of the criminal he was on a previous spin.

Sound like a movie? A great action flick? It actually happened, in times recent as well, and the man is currently living out his existence. Just stop and think, if we are within a realm where such things can happen and be upheld with legal judgement then maybe, just maybe, all of what I said before this could hint at a way more accurate model of reality than they poured into your head, yes? That is all I’m offering, my friend:

A choice.

A choice to look again via the eyes of Inner Sense and not the jaded peepers accustomed to a reality tunnel because, like I said about those 8 bits:

The other hemisphere of your head thinks in images, symbols and patterns. Obtuse links and correlates that may make no consciousness sense but are solid, nonetheless. You meet it each night in dreams then, upon rising, try and make sense of the ridiculous that communicates messages both frivolous and important before you shake your head, vacate the bed and live out the “Work, buy, consume, die” script they programmed in, back when.

Am I incorrect? Did I miss anything or is that a bit too close for comfort? Recollect how, back when, that tingle of consciousness at meeting something fresh was labelled “excitement” but, at some point, it became “stress” or “anxiety” instead. What happened? That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question.

Till we meet again