Below are the links to what was mentioned in the vid:
Take a read. See what you think and then try and prove me incorrect as these are glimpses of my gnosis and what it brings ergo your view could (and should) spring from within as second hand enlightenment is as much use as a man on an island of lesbians…
Till we meet again
Some of you have noted that there have been gaps between me tapping the keys and you reading screens in comparison to back when. This is intended. Its not part of some trick or such thing for I have too much respect for those that share their attention with me. No. It is something far more intricate:
The true beauty of this world is beyond your comprehension.
Recently, it was the same for me as well but when it clicks the rest just makes sense. Its like I said about upping your res, back when, as more and more detail drops in and now that I see my current spin as a mere link in a series of incarnations there is so much more to comprehend. Realize:
I walked this realm when the skies were purple tint and the sun never set.
I floated across the heavens and transversed temporal drifts to relink with kith and kin, long extinct, who proved the fourth dimension is made of vinyl to a Soul, wondering.
I was born in times you’re soon to witness when flesh is remixed as man and machine interlink and at the polar opposite where I was cradled in the arms of the village Shaman not long after incarnating to carry on his lineage even though our links were not flesh but spiritual.
All of this and more. So much more that mere words on a screen are akin to a description, vivid, by a thousand blind men describing a sunset the best they can attempt…
Have I gave in?
Have they finally broken my Spirit and reduced me to mere fragments of my potential?
I don’t know but I am willing to ponder it because there are still no limits in my head and thus no thoughts I will not allow my Self to think. Here is what I suspect kicks:
There are no strangers nor enemies in this realm for all are friends or teachers in fancy dress. At its most basic element it means that I am them and they are me, reflected aka figments of my imagination that are conspiring for me to awaken. Between the Prime from which we sprang (and are aspects of, in the flesh) there are forces in the mid that play their roles as well. Think of it as resonance. We are of the true light and thus yearn to reconnect. They are drawn to its absence instead. That is the matter with Spirit, my friend. Each has its own intelligence, form and function as well. Can sugar taste its own sweetness or does it need to build lips and a tongue to bring the sweet nectar of perfection into the highest state of expression? What if there is a moment of perfect balance, of realization, if you will, in which the seeker comprehends it is the seeking and what is sought – all in one instance? That glimpse of bliss is a hint of the eternal thus one can only deconstruct perfection into chaos, comprehend? Even that is intended for such is the cosmic dance to which we move and swing. Have you ever considered the symbolism of the trident, my friend? Its worth considering for one splits into three and that may just be the key behind every mystery and religion there ever is, was and will be…
I just wanted to thank you.
You. Yes, you, the one reading now. You’re pretty cool, you know? You may think:
“He doesn’t know me. Avast with this phony pandering!” but the truth of the matter is I know you really well for you are just another aspect of me, made manifest. I once used the metaphor of mercury to assist a man that was about to tip into the ocean of insanity. I told him to stare at his face in what reflects and how that was an apt metaphor for a singular consciousness made manifest as the myriad in this realm. He got it and thus averted depot injections in the rear end and became a mystic instead. Funny how that happens.
Anyway.
The lone coal screams in the darkness for the rest of the Souls around him that are wrapped in the same base carbon resonance don’t seem to detect the pressure that won’t relent but chases him since he stepped in. Time does its thing and, one day, he shines like a diamond. The problem now is they don’t comprehend his resonance. Some wish to ostracize. Others envy his presence. Many are compelled to form links with the bling as they find his shine so attractive. And yet, when he speaks they rarely get as they have not (yet) tread on the Path which one creates by taking steps. You, by virtue of reading this, have and will otherwise you would not have made it to this juncture. With that said:
There are no strangers or enemies in this realm. The people you incarnated with have been around you for ages. Not all of them are the same level and none will make the same progress. Like trees shed leaves so the fresh can bud again we are a process in full effect so be like the air which grasps not the bird that floats within but simply enjoy its presence and lament not its absence for it is simply a gift for all dwells within your consciousness and thus you are it, my friend:
An aspect of the Prime who pre-exists that created this realm that can seem like heaven or hell until one clicks they are the still point in the mid and this unfurls the vertical axis. I just wanted to thank you and say I believe in you and know you will win because you are made this way and thus its all to gain so be not lessened by lessons that once had you stressing as that is merely the coal being alchemized in higher realms to the diamond body can shine bright and ascend to act as a beacon to the rest in times of darkness. Fear not a thing for that is the greatest illusion which brings the thrill to the rollercoaster of this realm for matter without Spirit is not a thing but, imbued with its intelligence, it tends to develop a mind of its own; Mercury, reflected.
The wisdom of the heavens speaks in mans essence but even that is a mere riff on the ineffable presence I’ve termed the Psylense which is the primal tongue in which the most divine script never writ was first penned and one can read at any time they wish simply by attuning to its resonance. Achieve this in the flesh and you gain transcendence which is a hint that hypnotism is the thing, yes? Combine this nascent gnosis with the holy ghost of LSD trips that each baby comes with, standard equipped, and you may just comprehend how the Soul shifts from one spin to the next, gains a new story in an old head then ejects and reskins to do it all again for reincarnation is a side effect of life addiction. Like I said, matter and Spirit aka the whole heart and feather thing for thoughts are electric but feelings, magnetic.
From bliss, I came. In bliss, I am sustained. To bliss I shall return after this, my last sojourn in this realm. I don’t need a thing from you but have plenty to give for my cup overfloweth with the nectar of gnosis. Like the lips that were built to taste the sweetness, don’t let these seeds fall on the barren dirt of your concreted over consciousness but, instead, till those fields of ignorance and feel what underpins the sentiment. Feed and nurture this. The true muse is within. Anything else is akin to a spiritual Etch A Sketch whereas I’m wearing custom threads woven of ethereal silk as I paint word pictures in your chest. You can do this as well for thou art an aspect of me in other flesh hence why ancient civilizations did greet with bowed heads and palms pressed at pecs. We, these daze, believe what we can see and feel and thus a singular grip doth extend which, itself, is a hint of how far the race has fell but just because they’re running laps around a loop that paves the highway to hell and a heaven of make pretend where man meets silicon doesn’t mean you must partake or accept their invitation:
There are a great many things in this realm of which a wise man may choose to remain ignorant. On the flip, there are a few gifts that are essential for any aspirant:
Breathe.
Its a pretty spiffing thing, don’t you think? Done to excess with circular links and one swiftly trips the light fantastic and undoes the hypnotic trance to get back to be baby brain aka deprogramming. Yes, its a slower lift but the effects are cumulative. Like doing ten press ups, ten squats and ten sit ups on the reg. Compare the mode, mind and flesh of one who maintains this discipline from the moment they gained conceptuals versus one who skipped this step, satiates the flesh to excess then injects a massive dose of Tren and pumps iron without relent for a few summers flex. The difference should be Self evident, yes? One possess a quiet strength that only increases, without limit, whereas the other goes beyond that which most can comprehend but then oscillates to the other end:
Constantly missing that state of equilibrium. This is the difference between bloom and bust, my friend, and the realm, at present, makes saccharine seem attractive for they mimic what they cannot best then make it seem oh so perfect. The true beauty of this world is beyond your comprehension but before you can see what it is you must accept the filth that cakes your third eye, currently hid. Scrape this off and you’ll get my drift so spread your wings and fly, high beyond the surly limits of ignorance for one doesn’t become good by fighting evil but by not feeding it so it must, in the end, consume itself. On the flip, if there a light, unfinite, it would need the darkness of limits to best share its gifts ergo there are layers to all of this and it just so happens you’re reading this tome of luminescence on a stage most dense so it is what it is:
Perfect.
The true beauty of this world may be beyond your comprehension but if, like me, you are willing to admit your ignorance I’m certain you’ll see it as well and then you may be inspired to share your visions which make mine seem like mere rudiments for without you to Witness the potent remains latent which is akin to a tree falling in a forest with no ears to actualize the resonance so take this gift, process and shift, stretch across a canvas and paint a picture of a sun that never sets against skies of a purple tint in which the music of the spheres is heard, up close and personal as the people don’t walk and talk but dance and sing instead. Where “Each one, teach one” is the mindset and our conflict was of the intellect with the intent of uplifting the next by highlighting something just beyond what they could currently comprehend as these rising tides of collective consciousness insured each gen was better in tune with the unfinite… James said that blind men can see it and its telling the song has no words because it hints that Stevie did and thus he penned this composition to render explicit his third eye visions:
From the depths of my Soul via the Prince in the flesh: I wish you all the very best along with the strength to excel in the face of every test as you remember, my friend, that you are the shine within the diamond that can never be dimmed for you are unfinite, eternal and pre-exist.
Till we meet again
Authenticity is something that was huge way back when I was putting my bit in as another wild jit. Being a biter (or worse a shark ie someone who just chomps anothers vibe entirely and shamelessly) was called out, in an instant, for each had their own flex. Why? Because it hints that the outer not matching whats within and we were all about realness and the definition of Self by Knowing the Ledge.
The Opponent in human form can present themselves with the grin of a friend whilst carrying a heart full of larceny that prays and prays for your end and its essential to spot the tells if you wish to stay 8 steps ahead. Not quite as dramatic as someone who borrows your flex and passes it off as an original creation but the resonance is identical because if you whipped up almost something from almost nothing and were doing it big the whole point of that was it came from within. To see another, especially one in your circle, jock riding was morally dubious and down right offensive really because back in the Nineties originality was king.
Was talking about this recently with a friend as we were discussing fashion and how the Game has changed immensely since when we were jits as the way people buy clothes has been flipped on its head. Back then there were three, maybe four small independent boutiques in town that catered to the fashion forward and they were ran by enthusiasts who had skin in the Game, wanted to get paid and innerstood their clientele so they got a handful of each piece in which ensured what you copped was fresh, limited and unable to replicated by anyone else. Contrast that to nowadays with the whole fast fashion flex that leads to seeming glitches in the Matrix like this that just signal how people are way more linear than back then:
Its amusing when you think about it because it leads into another topic of discussion in that there were was less brands and products on the shelf in the Eighties and Nineties. Early on there were department stores but even such commonplace things as supermarkets were new out of town experiments and the vibe was totally different than this current race to the bottom, disposable everything with no durability designed to keep you buying as you cram landfills with ecological gifts for your grandkids. Getting back to the threads and the point of the topic:
It wasn’t even about being expensive as at that point the huge logo wave hadn’t kicked off yet and it was primarily about the quality of the fabric, how it fits and – most importantly – how you rocked it because, as any young man plugged in to the social circuit will attest, you did what you did for female attention. Trust, if men could bag women without shiny things we’d be walking around in potato sacks tied with an extension cord sleeping in a cardboard box and still hitting skins. Well that is a bit extreme but you get my point. Like the peacock with its shiny feathers that signal “Look, I’ve got it going on so much that I can afford to be as extra as this with no Fs given” your style spoke before you said a thing. Its amusing how this drive for the top tier has always been primed in women and the net amplified it and took it to another level. Throw in the constant thirst and validation and you’ve got a lot of below average, bringing nothing to the table women thinking they are deserving of something not just exceptional but rare beyond belief. Mind boggling really and that all ties into authenticity because one who is real doesn’t feast upon the invisible meal of delusion that society pretends is filling as their stomach is rumbling but they’ll accept nothing less than what they’ve been programmed to think they can get.
The playing field was far smaller back then as you weren’t competing against the whole world at her fingertips. Just the rest on your street, the club or social environment and therefore if you did something and it was working you were real proud of it because you it was an original creation that came from within. You could extend this beyond your style to vibes, lines and the rest because the whole point of being you in all your awesomeness was that it couldn’t be replicated, replaced or erased from her brain once you’d opened the gates. The imprint was set and mark created and enforced in her awareness of “Yeah, he’s cool but he isn’t…” and that was the generally unacknowledged but underlying drive to being authentic.
Now, I’m not saying everyone did this. I had quite an different kind of circle because birds of a feather flock together and when the name of the Game is conquest you’ll see some of your team do the craziest things that work because its just them being them. These days you see very little in the way of innovation but plenty of imitation as people want to be like someone else and thus negate themselves whereas back then it was “How can I take what I’ve got and flip it to my best advantage?” and that meant creativity was a given as you had to work with the limited options that were available. I see it all the time when I walk along the street as its obvious there is a dearth of personality these days and a whole load of imitation instead. Definitely think the net had a lot to do with this because society has always been obsessed with trends but the level and intensity to which its magnified now is crazy as people cut up their flesh and other such things in order to mimic whoever everyone says is the end all be all of the moment.
Not saying we were immune to all of this but it wasn’t as OD as it is now where most people are interchangeable as they say, think and do pretty much the same as everything else and this is the true point of the topic:
What we expressed on the outside was a reflection of our preference and vibe from within. The whole town may be wearing high tops with a fade but you went with lows and let it hang. This is what I’m saying. It extended to so many things and it made conversation very interesting as people would pitch in with wild tangents that made perfect sense to them and the repartee would have you rolling as it was so unpredictable. Things like this, to those who Witnessed them back then, show how that creative spark that burned so bright within was steadily dimmed and totally extinguished as people instead took their cues, wholesale, from the web as the whole world plays a huge Game of Simon Says as their actions pave the information superhighway to hell.
Look around right now and you can tell exactly who someone is from their musical tastes to political preferences and the rest without them saying a thing just based on the image they’re projecting. Better yet you could write down a few talking points on a card with a pen, go over and spark a conversation and I bet you’d end up ticking over eighty percent of the checklist as they’d shoehorn them in as a way of signaling who they are. This is so fake. So inauthentic and yet people don’t know the difference and grab onto these symbols like they are life itself but that is as crazy as going to restaurant and eating the menu that has the food listed on it because you’ve confused the label for the imperience. The map isn’t the terrain but those who can be tricked to think this way are easily led and fleeced as the shepherd giggles with glee at those who are getting flocked mercilessly.
This is what happens when authenticity is left in the dirt as people walk around thirsting for the real without knowing its within due to the layers and layers of blockages and limited thinking they’ve been trained to accept as a virtue to be championed. This is primarily due to echo chamber effect of finely tuned algorithms that allow streams of strangers from all over the world to coalesce and take their viewpoint as true as they verify their bias, feel reassured and then set off on a crusade of vengeance on those who dare think different. Know why that is?
Because real recognizes real as it nods its head in respect just as fake knows another of the same and runs screeching at the implications of this in regards to this castle and kingdom built upon the shifting sands of the Current Thing. Its a one way ticket to misery and the anger you see overflowing as triggered people scream and act like little kids is actually a vent to prevent the realization of them living the life inauthentic. Its why you see people cling to movements and labels to define themselves like a security blanket. Because they, on some level, feel an absence within but due to not being able, wanting to or having never considered it they look to the web which welcomes them with open arms. Just as the spider who spun it intended.
Look at those who preach peace, tolerance and acceptance and then contrast how little of it the posses for anyone who doesn’t think, act and behave exactly like them. Look beneath the veneer of countless movements, both ancient and modern, and you’ll notice the cracks of splits and division that are reflective of this mask they wear which isn’t a face and how its presence chafes their real skin which is kept hidden. To offset this anxiety they rail and scream at anyone who provides a vent and allows them too keep investing in the facade they desperately want to believe in.
Don’t expect logic or reasoned conversation where they consider your points and take it in. No. This is just a redux of the Crusade mentality, or better yet, the witch hunt trick:
“Lets dunk her in the water repeatedly and if she dies our suspicions were correct and if she lives then she’s definitely wicked”.
Either way the target ends up dead. Lets imagine a world where one side, doesn’t matter who it is, wins their global jihad against all the infidels that dare to think different. Suddenly the whole entire world has one Current Thing with which they are all in agreement. What do you think happens next?
Someone, somewhere will point out something in the narrative that they don’t agree with and boom, just like an old splinter of the mind is given a fresh existence and the age old divide of us against them comes out of hiding look to feast upon those who can’t see the truth that is so obvious to the rest.
You could argue that this drive is hardwired into modern humans and in a sense I would agree but the flames that come from these embers are fanned by inauthenticity and the complete and total disconnection most have from their internal realm. This is the true pandemic and its been raging unchecked as its actively encouraged by the Slave/Masters because people fighting among themselves equals no one rising up against them as their slowly slowly approach with plans that span millennia are pulled off without a hitch because people can’t see through the distraction.
Your (mis)education stands in the way of your wisdom like a contact lens that was inserted on purpose to distort your vision way back when. If you notice and remove this ever so slick trick that isn’t in your best interests then the truth becomes Self evident as everyone reads the chart and the letters match instead of arguing about pointless things that genuinely have no existence in and of themselves.
Back then this was far easier to see and we laughed at the attempts of social manipulation that were first being bandied around as “politically correct” because it was so obvious what they were doing. Now its became the standard. Remember what I said about your Opponent planning in generations whilst you are trying to get yours in this moment? See how easy it is to fall for the trick when you lack perspective?
I’m not downplaying anyones movement, issues or grievances. Yes, I know from first hand imperience the world is a wickedly intolerant place that feels much like a living hell to those who wish to assist in generating a shift to make it more pleasant but this is also a double edged weapon as it creates a frame of zeal within which to operate in and people can be manipulated to do the craziest of things against those who they feel are less than human for not agreeing one hundred percent with them on everything. Actually, lets take it back to the previous example where one method of thinking takes over the entire world but lets remove the splintering:
The entire Earth is in agreement. People are so in sync that they actually blink in unison. There is no more discussion because its simply not needed. Everyone knows the truth, its obvious. There is no fighting. No tension and no stress. Does that sound like heaven or hell?
The simple truth is that at our collective level of devolution and disconnection from the inner realm absolutely nothing would happen and the society that was built would collapse in on itself as there is no interplay of yan and ying in such a level of stasis. From these ashes would arise certain factions that exert their dominance over the environment that weave tales that glorify them and their ways as others disagree and people get to fighting until through all this friction they invent flat screens and stripy toothpaste as they dream of ever inventive ways to kill their earthbound comrades.
See why I said you could argue that this drive is hardwired into modern humans? There is nothing new under the Sun. The Game of Souls is a loop that just keeps on going round and round recycling the Souls dumb enough to get sucked into its tricks and the only way it ends with a win instead of a great reset is for the people playing to comprehend their true nature and flip the script. Look within, you’ll see exactly what is meant by these words and the intent that drives this text I’m typing. You may not agree with my sentiment but you comprehend it and can contrast it with a level of flexibility and openness that was, back when, standard equip.
Even that is being eradicated real quick as their parents and the System rapidly tells them what to think and not how to. That is the crucial difference. Just look at those virtue signaling posts that clog up socials as people inauthentic share recollections of events that didn’t happen in which their three year old kid just happens to say something that chimes perfectly with their favorite talking points and then consider the intellectual level of the human equivalent of clapping seals clicking that like button when they know damn well its as fake as them.
In the land of make believe the truth is a huge threat and there is a reason why only the child could see the Emperor was undressed and how this made the rest snap to their senses. Its a tale as old as man himself and you will live, die and come back as a collective until you comprehend that the outer is simply a projection of within and any schism you see is actually reflecting one that has its origin within and when do you think the seeds of this destruction were sprinkled?
Childhood, when else? Not for nothing is it called the era of innocence and thus Inner Sense is what is truly lacking whereas back then it was the difference that made the difference when it came to staying fresh, looking slick and doing it big and that is why anyone who walked the planet in the Nineties knows exactly what I’m saying about the erosion of the authentic and the mass amount of energy that is invested by the collective to slather themselves in BS and then walk around pretending it doesn’t stink.
Can you see the Fnords?
Till we meet again
Every day
you rise from bed
shake your head
and tell a fib.
Do you know what that is?
That you are awake.
You aren’t.
Not one bit.
Instead you’ve slipped
into a trance
you’ve worn
since back when
two words
first shattered
your internal realms.
All hence
has been a dream
my friend.
For some
a nightmare
without end.
Tis the price of wearing skin
in times of mass ignorance
for we run
that way and this
in search of the next hit
to dim the pain of existence
we’d rather die than admit.
All of that said:
I am awake.
I am without beginning or end
my vibe is not of this realm
but simply visiting instead.
Pure unfinite consciousness.
A gift
from the Prime
who pre-exists.
You are it as well
my friend.
Comprehending this
in the flesh
is said to bring enlightenment
but tis a dangerous trek
to the depths
of ones subconscious
where ye find
the most demonic things.
Some yours
others inherited
and many just presenting
and feeding on your resonance.
Yes
I can see why schizos
flip their lids
for its the only sane choice
in a world so far on tilt
that it questions not
why childrens glows does dim
after their internment in
their local camp of concentration…
But
that is another topic
for it hints at the deadening
the en-trancing, eh?
Tis filled with spells
this English thing.
I am awake.
For many lives
I’ve wandered this realm
looking for the off switch
to the simulation.
See
one cannot die
for states do shift
but the baby brain
equalizes the opposites
but the Game does recollect
your credits and debts
hence the heart and feather thing.
From one spin to the next
foes as friends
and then the flip
till I comprehend:
They’re all teachers
in the end
secretly conspiring
for me to win
ergo they gift
enforced enlightenment
which is akin
to riding a rollercoaster
of consciousness
whilst others sit
on more sedate attractions.
I am awake.
If one can find
the point that is still
like
say
what listens to voice
which talks within
then the rest unravels
quick
but shh
don’t say a thing
for if you did
dare suggest
the presence in your head
is a predator of consciousness
then a cheery
“To the mental asylum!”
shall ring
for the Game protects
its investment:
Action
without potential
or a lubricated sandal
on a slippery treadmill
that beams FourK signals
at your head
that make you think
you’ve done it big
and progressed
from A to Z
when
in the end
you have done
no such thing.
I am awake.
I see the Game
both on
and behind the stage
the wings
waiting
with bated breath
to unleash a digital heaven
upon this realm.
Thirteen K
of upward swing
in which everyone
is attractive.
The work?
“Important and mysterious”
they said
and the sex
is without end.
You truly will enjoy it
of this I am quite certain.
Until it clicks:
You were born plugged in
into a neural dream
that beams its views
like a TV screen
but without the black cube
you do grip
to decode the message
I’m sending.
I am awake.
The veils are thin
but its about to get
super thick.
See
to be fed
the pred
needs you to stress.
Or some such thing.
Ironically
its also an invitation
to awakening
but most will sprint
to avoid
emotions
feelings and sensations
that dwell within
hence the demons of the mind
and all the rest.
Oh no
not him.
He gets a front row seat
and VIP invitation
to this gig
but the wheeze is
they say he’s tripping
when they’re the only clique
that don’t sink
into the web
of optical illusions
in this realm.
Fascinating, yes?
8 steps ahead
we have the mystic thread
which is pure gold
and super thin:
The Psylense.
I know it well
for I am it
ergo
I awaken
from the misidentification
of segregation
with the all of everything
that animates this realm
and if reffed by many texts
that all miss the important bit:
The sought
is the seeker
seeking.
Let that sync in
and you too may swim
where the well adjusted
do water tread
and get wrinkled stress
whilst the madman
is drowning
as the mystic
smiles and grins
and floats
through the abyss
with three words
shared as a gift:
“I am awake”.
Before adding:
“The process of
transcendence ends
not a jot
for it is
continual refinement instead”.
As a hint
the world wide web
of historical myth
posits an age
most golden which
did dip
and shift in increments
to get to the stage which kicks
at present.
That is the gift
my friend.
Unwrap the golden circle
by realizing the trick
of red and blue shifts
as past stress
is an invitation
to let go of the baggage
whilst future threats
never happen
as your own life
doth attest.
Know the Ledge
reality test
and believe not a thing I’ve said
for we each exist
within our own
reality tunnel of consciousness
ergo this message
comes from within
via nothing more or less
than a figment of
your imagination…
Till we meet again
Time is the greatest illusion and if one buys into the delusion then confusion is all ye shall beget because its akin to delicately placing your head in your rear end and wondering where the light went and why its all stinking. You take someone who is old and wrinkled and ask them the age they feel whilst staring out from behind their lids as pure perception and most will attest that the fire of the roaring twenties is still lit within. Just the flesh thats shifted but the Spirit is still as willing as it ever was. Therein lies the hint because you could think of your presence like a needle on the record of consciousness and thus the song of life is playing but that doesn’t mean you can’t mix it up and cut in where you wish.
This is the art of time travel without moving and I’m more than certain this process combined with the Deja Vu Principle previously outlined as well as the guiding protection of my ancestors whose blood runs through my veins and a couple of other things have kept me alive and well whilst battling these demons who are masquerading as humans. Who knows? Maybe it sounds like the delusion rants of a man pushed the edge, again and again, like a whole coping strategy thing. Maybe it is but then on the flip if it works and generates results that benefit when most needed to help not only my Self but others as well then its an avenue worth exploring, yes?
A fish is entirely ignorant of the water it swims in as it becomes invisible due to creating the framework of its frame of reference. You are currently like this when it comes to the Fourth Dimension as you’re moving through it but, just like the record and needle analogy mentioned previous, you don’t comprehend how your adventure has already been etched and thus you’re going through the motions as there is no such thing as free will. Realizing this can grant you immense strength as you see the Game is akin to a ride and its all about your reaction which sets the vibration and decides the nature of the level you’ll progress because I want you to imagine the record has three layers of depth which in turn influence the performance. Picture this:
The lowest level is the path of least resistance and most who live this are stuck on stupid due to their own ignorance. There was a brief ascent, a short peak and then slow decline into decrepitude on a path that is well paved, broad, brightly lit and dotted with distractions. 81% of the world walk this without questioning and most of them hate it. Common traits here are cliquishness, an “Us vs Them” kind of mindset as they’re readily combative to anyone perceived as a threat to their way of doing things (even though it keeps them miserable and ring fenced in to a sense of limitation). Psychologically malaise and lack of motivation along with a general feeling of “Is this it?” or picturing what they’ll get after death, when they get rich or become famous is prevalent.
One step above is level ground which means you aren’t dipping but neither are you ascending. This actually takes a decent amount of will and discipline. Sadly those who often find this don’t do so because of their own intent as its mainly a side effect of the rigidness they inherited as you’ll find traits such as a relentless quest for perfection and immense inner critic that sings hate filled things inside their awareness which makes them redouble their efforts. A lot of them “make it” in terms of success but never truly feel that way within. Back problems and arthritis are exceedingly common here along with a lot of manifestations of stress. These people are often quite successful though, in spite of it and an odd quirk of this level is the rates of death after retirement or conquest are quite dramatically elevated as they simply have no reason to live hence careful what you wish for if you’ve spent a life trying to run away from Self.
The third layer is that of ascent and its one every single child know well upon stepping into this realm as it is our default mode of operation before the System steps in and Adulterates your concepts and energetics. Only 8% of the populace even know this exists and getting back there doesn’t take any special effort as its akin to sleep in that sense. Entirely natural but will completely evade your grip if you try and force it. Interestingly psychedelics can offer a glimpse of this flow state of being but many people miss the point of the trip as they’re unaware of how to integrate the imperience to their regular mode of living and just view it as another hedonistic distraction. There are also dangers in the Path when it comes to breaking the surly grip of the System and going for Self because its aware of your state and will see you as a threat. Many a man has killed themselves or others and ended up in the pen, flipped their lid, started hearing voices and thinking they’re on a divine mission to rid the world of its corrosive influence without realizing that same thing is what actually built this and thus its akin to challenging an ocean to a fist fight. Far better to build a vessel and float above its surface hence in the world but not of it as was once said while you adjust your sails and let the winds of higher consciousness take you where they will as the record of your life spins.
This is a very, very simplistic outline of higher dimensional perception and in my imperience it often clicks in those who’ve noticed the splinter of the mind lodged in their awareness but couldn’t quite reach it as it explains a lot about a lot without saying anything. Its this space, this quiet within which allows the Psylense to speak to your perception and that really is the key to all of this as the noiZ which has but one intent – “Force them down to the lowest level as they believe all we’ve said and invest in delusion whilst protecting our best interests which are not good for them” – and its all about contrast in this multilayered game of chess where the conmen are doing their thing. Get it? Con – chess? Consciousness. There is a pirate in your mind and he doesn’t want you to comprehend what I’ve said because if you do that signals the end of life for him as you reel that black sail in which was leading you to death after a life of suffering only to do it all again as you remembered to forget yourself, as instructed.
Lets recap:
Imagine your life as a song on a record. This is your script. There are variations at play because there are always options hence no accidents, only opportunities to flip the script and elevate your consciousness. Without knowing this you’ll invariably fall Victim to the Opponent who is akin to the embodiment of entropy.
With a little discipline and drive you can “Make something of yourself” but that never quite delivers on its promise as its one of the tricks of the System to ensure those who end up stuck in the middle spend a lifetime investing in concepts designed to further enSlave them with rigid thinking, set limits and external markers of achievement.
Above this are those who get that the emptiness they feel within isn’t because something is missing and they need to fill it with trinkets, treasures and instafacetweeting but is actually the Source of all and everything so they reach in and share its creative abundance. This is the natural state of abundance of children and to get back to this vibration one must be willing to examine the life they’ve lived, the concepts to which they cling and why they think this. Does it really serve your best interests? What is the historical perspective as well as future prognosis based on current trends?
Now people will randomly flick between these three layers, usually by accident, as they’re living and most trip over the subtle truth of the Game then pick themselves up, dust off and promptly ignore what they’ve seen. This is because your Opponent protects his investment in your ignorance and doesn’t want you to comprehend the levels and rules of the Game I’m sharing because then their reign comes to an end as you lose the mind they programmed and come to your senses then unwrap the gift of the present moment, which segues nicely in:
That is all there is. See you aren’t the vinyl that spins or the imperience it brings as the speakers sing in the key of life. You are the diamond that makes it all possible. The Observer Effect in quantum talk. The field that generates coherence and collapses potential into actual and decides whether the cat is alive or dead by dint of your presence. This I call the Witness and its a state worth getting familiar with because then you comprehend that this whole entire world, galaxy and dimension actually unfolds within your awareness and then the eyes of perception start opening and you see through the hologram the Game of Souls is.
When this happens one can’t help but laugh. Often until tears are wetting the cheeks that grin as you’ve released and let go of the agonies you hold within in order to become light as a feather again.
The real image is akin to a painting drawn by Van Gogh whilst what I’ve just placed in this very limited medium of text is like a pencil sketch drawn on the back of a dirty napkin in a noisy bar filled to the brim with loud drunken hooligans but the point still stands as its a finger pointing to the moon. The question is what are you seeing?
Till we meet again
Have you ever pondered how a screen mixed with three pixels, remixed, can make you feel a dazzling array of things? Life is much like this for we built tech in our image and, soon, it will become an imitation human as well. Thats a bit further along the line. For now lets speak on how hate is a learned emotion. What do I mean by this? Simple, the unholy trinity that keeps many Souls stuck to the treadmill from one life to the next are fear, anger and sadness. If you look under anyone, thing or event you “hate” you will find its structure is underpinned via this energetic presence. Over time these states of unprocessed resonance cause what we term aging with the stooped over effect. The burdens of ignorance are immense, my friend. The first step to counteracting this is realizing that you are the only Soul in this realm ergo you interact with figments of your imagination.
At first this step can seem like an immense leap that many will dare not attempt but if you were to ask them if they were happy, healthy and feeling swell they’d shake their heads. Therein lies the paradox of man as we all wish to change but the brain is programmed in such a way that we run from the solution and thus exacerbate the problem until the cheery ring of “Death to the infidel!” drips from ones lips. For what? A temporary hit, at best. Lets say you vanquish your foes and scorch the earth, well. There are none left to oppose. What do you think happens next? That is correct, those same energetics will find another onto whom they project the same energetics. The Warrior sees naught but teachers in this realm ergo the term “enemy” does not exist in their lex for each encounter reveals more about themselves they would have, otherwise, been quite ignorant.
Hate is a learned emotion. A lot of it we didn’t even generate but inherited because you can think of the concept of fishing in the rivers of time for those months, nine, you were in the womb developing. Lets say you were the dude who did the thing that led to none who opposed being left in the example. You die but the states were unprocessed so you step back in with a check that needs to be balanced. On spec your Soul will select a set of parents and circumstance that reflects this and, wouldn’t you know it, you’ll soon head off on the same quest. Note, you are not “hearting” as that speaks a different language. You will note that no babies are born like this but the environment in which we swim whilst developing rubs off and this is why we get Hatfields and McCoys type things. Have you ever heard the sound of one hand clapping? The din that comes from a round of applause via hands ending in claws is something I call noiZ and its simply a manifested symptom of the true depth at which the collective is suffering. How can one hope to hear the Psylense that underpins that which itself is laboring under the weight of inherited ignorance to which it keeps adding interest due to not Knowing the Ledge? This is why the net was supposed to connect and uplift the populace but, instead, divided and conquered to create immense states of loneliness to which they’ll soon sell the solution of robotic help for sexing… Lets speak on fear, anger and sadness:
This unholy trinity are quite interesting for two of the first are standardly equipped when it comes to wearing skin. They are that of loud noises and falling. Both are preincarnational recollections of how your Soul came to this realm for it fell from the cloud of unity consciousness and the real big bang was when sperm met egg and zinc unleashed thunderbolts across the developing heavens of what would grow into the carbon based suit that hyperconducts your sentience. Can you see the logic in feargiveness? See why I flipped the spell because you are relinquishing the energetic bundle they sent which manifests as hate for it always contains a chunk of this state with the rest the Venn being filled out with anger and sadness as well. Its really quite simple and something that, once clicked, is impossible to forget as you become aware of the subtle actions of consciousness and how your presence (an aspect of the Prime, who pre-exists) manifests this entire realm and all those within. Without you, nothing exists. Marinate on that for a second next time you’re raging as you recollect that he who makes you mad is your Master and thus that means you’re a Slave to anothers resonance…
Not only this because whilst this realm is a finite loop of simulated creation you, your Self, know no limits. How does that explain everyone feeling tired all the time? Simple. Resistance. See, these states take energy to maintain but they are hidden out of the sight of your brain and its limited awareness via the process of suppression, repression and editing the narrative. A great way of proving this is practical metaphysics, in full effect, and not pop psych BS is how parents overreact to a child slight then regret as they’ve used their tyke to vent a days worth of stress in which the reaction was nowhere near equal the infraction, real or imagined. There is that word again. One of the most powerful in this realm. Another way of looking at it is:
“Is this person/scene/event worth reincarnating for again?“.
It may seem melodramatic but I assure you its correct, my friend, as the old “Heart weighed against a feather” thing is totally correct because the you, the true Self, that stepped into this realm had not yet learned the fine art of hateration and thus it yells that you want another suit of flesh because you weren’t done with the playground yet. So back into the timestream you swim, do a little fishing whilst the tailor is finishing the suit you’ll wear for another spin and the same emotions will be at the helm. Unless you do the Knowledge. Give the pressure a vent. Feargive, not because they deserve it but because you do. You’ll be amazed at how the story shifts, obstacles lift and opportunities spring as those unfinite energies can be used correctly. A great way to start the practice (and note immediate effect) is to check off your hate list as you lie in bed, before rest. If someone cut you up in traffic so you yelled some expletive laden invective (topped with a choice epithet) then reflect:
“How much of that emotion was actually based on what kicked and how much sprang from something else?”.
Use the imagery of the scale then delve in and do it again and again and again until you get to the root cause. Then feargive. This is actually a part of the practice I use with my clients when they’re doing the Knowledge and sketching out a timeline of past events and how they felt as you’re going to sleep anyway so may as well use it correct, yes? Did you know that, whilst drifting, your brain uses way more calories whilst dreaming? Use your logical intuition and you’ll see how the vent switch can be flicked, super quick, by this process which then brings up a whole load more images for further introspection and thus one Knows the Ledge in a constant process of refinement I’ve termed Incremental Betterment. Does what it says on the tin because you can’t control another actions but your response-ability is how you develop free will. Then you’ll comprehend why most are merely meat puppets in this realm and that unravels another narrative worth checking for how can one tick the karma boxes if they’re totally ignorant of the whole process? Who (or what), exactly, is at the helm for these automata in the flesh? Its an interesting topic but way more esoteric and thus we’ll get into that as you progress into the shadows depth for it is there, my friend, you find enlightenment in the form of Inner Sense and I truly believe that is the main aim and challenge of this stage of the great Game we all play by using our Souls as credits so why not give it a spin and see what kicks because not only is the process mentioned quite relaxing the brainwave state before sleep is more conducive to free associate and this we do develop into a resonance called sliding the doors of consciousness hence why I said that, daily, a different version of you is dreamt into this realm and that all depends on the rest you had in bed before rising in the AM as its all interlinked.
Till we meet again
It seems to me that life as we know it in Three D is a process of continual refinement that I refer to often with the term of Incremental Betterment aka every day, in every way I’m getting better and better. Its something you’ve got to really feel for your Self because its like going hiking. Walk with me for a moment:
After having been successfully conditioned and programmed by the System one is milling around in the Valley of the Plebs with the rest of the Slaves as they oscillate between boredom and distraction whilst performing the spiritual equivalent of treading water due to their inherited (and unquestioned) ignorance that masquerades as knowledge, wisdom and innerstanding of this realm. The Warrior sees a peak, way off in the distance and wonders what might be at the summit, “What could I perceive from that vantage that is invisible here due to the current perspective?“. And off he steps. He can ask others to come with him, most will reject his thinking and reasoning as being foolish or ludicrous. Some will think him wicked for daring to go against the script that Click-Whirrs from within their unconscious existence whilst a few may be curious but have no wish to put in the effort.
To the Warrior this is irrelevant because he heeds that silent presence within that noticed what it did and simply cannot rest until he has the answers himself, direct via first hand imperience. This is an interesting point because the Slave/Masters prick their ears up to this type of thinking as it signals a) their programming wasn’t totally effective and b) this may be a potential threat to the rest of their project. They’ll attempt to dissuade this play via certain forms of street drama and charade as well as enticing him with gifts and trinkets to forget this expedition and when nothing sticks then it will be straight up coercion and threats of death as well as anything else they can use against because their entire paradigm is built up from and upon rests a forced perspective which states the Valley is all there is and thus the peaks are off limits for those currently living.
The Warriors mindset is just different. He knows fine well that he can’t really miss anything in the Valley due to the glacial pace of collective progress (that doesn’t ever truly seem to change a thing beyond better distractions and greater spectacles as the people are all suffering) plus nobody knows the view from peak as he’s been asking. “Why do you want to know that?” they said as some replied “Well, the scriptures they say…” and others quote their own fanciful tales, none of which they imperienced direct but accept nonetheless as the way it is.
The astute reader will have guessed that this temperament is identical to that of children and, indeed, they are the Self same thing as its that Inner Sense that drives the Warrior to pursue his quest with a fixed intent, even if it means turning his back on all and everything as he makes the Path by walking.
Oh, sure, they’ll think him crazy but thats only because they are strangers to their inner realms which, once upon a when, dreamed of pushing the limits and asking questions but now just wants to fit in, do as they’re told in order to get what they expect. Day in, day out. Night in, night out. To the Slave this feels as close to heaven as they can get whereas the Warrior sees the repetition as dead, lacking in that vital essence that defines them and suspiciously close to what they tell the rest is awaiting them in hell, should they choose to ignore their programming and not act as expected.
Undeterred he sets off on his quest using nothing but his natural equipment and the elements that surround him. Along the way he imperiences many thrills, spills and chills. Even some moments of regret that make him doubt his actions as well as immense moments of exhilaration that course through his awareness and make him feel truly alive and present in the moment with a grin on his lips as he surveys the higher vantage and thinks “If only they could see this, its breath taking yet life giving in the same instant” as he keeps on stepping.
Eventually, he scales the peak and looks down at the Valley from which emanates a misty pollution like steam which he’d never noticed previously. Up here, on high, he takes in the scene and is astounded by what he sees as there is another village from which rises a different colored frequency that feels like but not when compared to the one from his own Valley. His curiosity is now running full tilt because, off in the distance, he spots an even greater hill with an even more majestic summit that he simply must examine. To get there he must pass through this strange village and as he begins his descent and starts to progress into their mode of living he notices something quite startling as even though they speak a totally different language, hold other concepts as beyond question and have their own way of doing things that seems a bit odd at first there is a remarkable resonance with how they act when it comes to staying within the limits of the Valley as instructed as well as what will happen to those who choose to venture off script.
Undeterred he keeps on keeping but noticed the Slave/Masters of this village already knew he was coming. Not only this but they too spoke his language and looked at him with a knowing wink that had him questioning the entire nature of their existence as they were exhibiting totally different traits and characteristics in contrast to their peers he just left.
Later, as he is traipsing up the new mountain and just barely managed to avoid the traps they’d set to take off his head it starts to make sense. “Of course, they isolated me so I wouldn’t infect the thinking of their captives by offering them proof that there is life beyond these hills that kept them fenced in” he says as he starts to comprehend the nature of his Opponent and how each encounter brings the gift of increased wisdom via Knowledge of Self and the steadily accumulating Incremental Betterment.
Eventually he makes it to the peak of this summit and once again is humbled by the nature of this grand vision as he looks down and takes in all of these pools of humanity that are isolated and unaware of the current of the ocean that connects them due to these mountains of ignorance that isolate them and they’re instructed never to scale, under penalty of death or various after life threats. He sits there, taking it all in, considering his experiences, the guidance from the Psylense within, who he’s met, what he’s seen and the contrast to what he used to be, believe and perceive and starts laughing wildly. “Oh, if they could only see how they voluntarily accept their division and misery by stifling their innate Spirit in exchange for pre-programmed trickery” he says with a grin and then, reflecting on it, feels a sense of sadness for those heap suffering upon themselves from a position of ignorance and then look elsewhen for solutions that are often promised but never coming. “Its all quite a mean and evil trick” he thinks, as his eyes drift to another peak on the other side of another village.
“If I turn back and tell my people of what I’ve seen they simply won’t comprehend as they lack the frame of reference and imperience. Those who wish to come with will have been bound down by various forms of obligation that are designed to coerce them into maintaining the artificial resonance to which they’re accustomed” he thinks as he starts comprehending the nature of the Slave/Masters and their true role in this as their movement is simply too organized and too effective to not be backed by what they term as spiritually wicked and highly placed as well. “In a position where it can see all but none see it” he thinks as it clicks that he simply must continue his trek and see what he perceives from the peak of the next hill.
This time he moves different and entirely circumvents the village and moves through the natural elements instead and notes how no matter which languages, customs or traditions change the animals are always identical. He notes how one Valley venerates this animal as keeping it living generates more sustenance than dead as its energetics can be used to till the land well along with the milk it gifts whilst the other he passed through is far more arid in comparison and thus they eat its flesh freely because it would consume too much of their most precious and limited resources of liquid. “Its also strange” he says, out loud, to himself “How they hate other creatures for reasons similar” as he uses his expanded awareness, increased experience and first hand knowledge from his trek to build his own model of this realm he has been wandering.
Eventually he makes it to the peak of this new crest and discovers a settlement which surprises him. He’s given a warm welcome and notices how the people here are all multilingual and they greet him like a long lost friend. “You must have many questions, first, jump in the hot springs and relax whilst we prepare some food, just as you like it” says a woman in the familiar tones of his village. “Are these another evolution of the Slave/Masters?” he thinks as he is no longer quite as trusting after Witnessing their tricks and manipulation but soon is bathing and feels a sense of relief wash over him. He dries and then comes back to the encampment, freshly dressed, and sees they’ve prepared a feast to honor him.
“Welcome, we’re glad you made it. We’ve been waiting” says an old, wizened man in his own language as he motions him to sit next to him whilst filling his dish with a repast as sumptuous as it is simple. Throwing caution to the wind the Warrior dives in because, even if its poisoned and this is all a trick, he’s more than content to make this the end of his adventuring as he’s seen, been and Witnessed that which he never could’ve imagined and is at the point where the very idea of closing in and shrinking in the face of new imperience runs counter to the urging of the Psylense which says “Lets see what happens“.
The good times flow and he talks to all who are present and learns that they too, at some point, heard the call from within asked “What does all of this look like from the hill?” and set off on their own quest. A few are from his village, most of the rest are from those he passed as well as others he never suspected existed. A lot of them now speak each others language and they’ve built up their own little ecosystem and method of living which champions Inner Sense via the principle of Incremental Betterment as they share their lifes imperiences, perspectives and intuition whilst unravelling the narratives they’d been tricked to accept via the System and its programming of their awareness as they compare and contrast the difference between what they were told and what it is.
“We have to go back and tell the rest” he says “I can’t stand to see them suffering and miss out on the glory of this” whilst gesturing around at the community. The wise and wizened man says “We have often considered this but its nigh on impossible for only one motivated from within has the courage and motivation required to take the steps. Many have had their lights extinguished due to the nature of the programming and thus cling to the artificial illumination and its threats disguised as promise. Of course, this is expensive, not to mention unnatural but in that sense they bring it upon themselves for denying their own free will in exchange for accepting the short end of the stick they are often beaten with”. “That seems a bit defeatist” says the Warrior as he tries to take in this perspective and finds it doesn’t vibe with his wish. “Have you ever tried, I’m wondering” he asks as the man replies “Many times, my hairs didn’t get get gray from the sun shining on them” he states, with a grin “Upon reaching emancipation the Warrior within says “I must share this gift for those with the ears to listen” and will do whatever it takes to motivate another to come with but that, in itself, is the nature of the trap they set”. “The Slave/Masters?” he said. “Yes, correct. See they know the truth of this but they also know that fear is a powerful way of motivating and division is quite profitable as they built a business to harness the suffering of each village which is really just a tribe of men that were isolated and programmed to fear their own inner realms. Long, long ago when the mountains over which you’ve leapt were mere molehills in comparison they ensured there was constant warfare and conflict between these tribes due to their strange and foreign customs. Over time this sense of isolation and alienation was moulded into those peaks hence the dread within of facing them as they are simply reflections of their own ignorance. It takes a special kind of person to admit this and be willing to heed the challenge of setting off on a quest that promises nothing more than isolation because not everyone makes it so far or even survives their adventure, if the Slave/Masters are effective” he says.
“Why, why do they do this?” the Warrior asks, trying to make sense of the madness. “Why else? Power, position, control, influence. For them its just a Game, a way of passing the time whilst securing their reign as, back when, they profited from the conflicts and bet amongst themselves to see who could say the most ridiculous things and play gods to the Slaves as they venerate that which causes them pain by ignoring their own ancestors in exchange for the “one true faith” which varies by location. It really is quite slick, but also quite wicked. We’ve been wondering, as a collective, the intent and nature of this realm where its all freely sanctioned and accepted and can come up with nothing more than the manipulation of free will, training and how man is a creature that generally picks comfort over challenge”.
“So, its like placing them in a cage but the door is open. This learned helplessness makes them act like their Spirit is broken and thus they won’t make a run for it therefore they’re tacitly accepting all that they get therefore the supreme architects of their own suffering due to never questioning the narrative” the Warrior says as he sits letting the implications of this statement wash over his awareness. “Oh, wow, this really is something” he adds as the wizened nods his head “Yes, there are levels and levels to this Game that we’re playing and this is why we’re so grateful for your presence as its a fresh perspective as we attempt to solve the riddle of why its like this for everyones benefit”.
“How exactly can you do that when what they think is them actually isn’t but they don’t know the difference as they’ve lived their entire lives from a forced perspective and have no wish to dive into the shadows depth to the climb the hill out of the Valley they were born in?” he said. “Exactly” the wizened replied “Exactly. Just as we intuitively practice Incremental Betterment by adapting to the challenge we choose ourselves of our free will that led to this meeting of resonance they perform the inverse of gradual detriment which is a side effect of the disconnection from within and glow dimming this brings as they’re alienated from Inner Sense which leaves room for coping mechs and wholesale ignorance. Anything outside this automatically becomes a threat because a) they fear what they don’t comprehend and b) the Slave/Masters look after their investment as pirates of consciousness that steal the true lives of their adherents by shoveling BS as wisdom even though the generations attest that people are, were and thus will be suffering“. “Sounds like madness, the very definition of which is doing the same whilst expecting different” said the Warrior. “Exactly, exactly” the wizened reasoned “Its very effective because they know not they’re divided within and the outer simply represents the inner schism and because they lack the will to seek answers by delving beneath the surface the only choice left is to accept the existence of a living hostage”.
“What if we present them with an option? Sort of like leading by example?” the Warrior said. “We’ve tried that, back when. They were amused and entertained, treat him like a circus animal but nothing ever resonated within due to their armoring. The methods of the Opponent are very, very effective due to his grip upon their subconscious and the nature of his programming is to make it beyond questioning for that is a sin and you know the rest. Look at all the tricks they used to attempt to prevent you from realizing this and consider all of the strength the tests took as you gambled with your life, took a leap of faith and just kept falling till you realized you actually possessed wings and have been soaring since. Thing is those bound by their filters of perception simply cannot see what is right in front of them which is why they’re called Slaves as the terms describes them well due to seeing all forms of power (and thus redemption plus comprehension as well) as outside of them. Signs and symbols rules the world, not laws and men. In that respect they’re illiterate to which they pledge allegiance, even if that comes with a bill that will be collected via the frequencies siphoned”.
“The mind is mined…” the Warrior states, recollecting what set him off on this trip as it was, back when, during the period of instruction that he noticed the homophones of the tongue he was instructed in can say many things depending upon what you think. “That really is the problem, isn’t it? The fact that they think but do no such thing. Drunk on Thunking, accepting illusions as the real thing whilst in the midst of delusion due to the treachery and confusion of anothers whim that was in effect before they even manifested. There has to be a solution, there simply has to. I refuse to accept its impossible, after all its just another hill as I’ve came this far in the physical to discover the depth of the mental shadow within so the question now is how to bring life to that light that once shone within so they automatically intuit the difference by feeling…” He jumped up and started pacing “Of course, of course, thats it. Feeling. Feeling is the secret!” he said, turning to face the audience.
Till we meet again
The modulation of Self expression is a hallmark of Adulteration. Let me say that again:
The modulation of Self expression is a hallmark of Adulteration.
Did it click? Does it seem obvious how evident this is? Why do you, nine times out of ten, find yourself rooted in this perspective? Why is this limited fragment of the whole from which it is disconnected and in anguish calling the shots of your existence as you sit, in the left hemisphere of your head, doing its bidding, modulating your Self expression in order to fit in with the expectations of others.
Why?
Fear.
One hundred percent of the time this is a fear driven action that springs from ingrained Patterns that are often penned in the scrawl of a childs ink, Slavishly followed and never examined. The child, by its very nature, is powerless because it is dependent on its parents for food, shelter, nurture and the rest. If you were born and raised in a supportive environment these factors will be invisible but that is nigh on impossible because the wounded womb hurts the seeds it brings into this realm and your parents are the latest in a long line of suffering and ignorance which extends all the way back through time and the experience of which spins in your veins at the present moment as you are the Grail Keeper.
Thats a huge responsibility. In both the personal and collective sense. Its like holding the power of life and death that manifests as being true and authentic or fake and pandering. This all rests upon the foundations of sand built of your inner childs suffering, fear and dread which makes them quick to compromise and sell themselves in order to fit in with expectations.
We are told loads of fibs in this realm. Like strength in numbers, for example. Taking it back to the child before they are aware of this mess and attempt to sit in the box which their parents live, they don’t care about anything beyond being coherent. “Come kiss your Aunt Ethel”. “I don’t want to, her mustache is bigger than my fathers” replied the kid before getting beaten for being cheeky. Were any lies told? No. The child called it as they seen it but because they fear rejection and crave acceptance they learned to start modulating their Self expression. This is the introduction of Adulteration because it all starts in the home and the other Systems build their temples to inauthenticity upon this original form of trickery.
Don’t feel bad if you’ve done this or are doing it currently. Its part of the deal that you inherited and it takes one who feels the chains in order to decide to risk everything to get free and most have never been pushed to that level of brutality in which nothing short of death will stop them. Even then my message will live forever in the hearts of those who listen because once the seeds are sprinkled they will develop roots and a stem before flowering into the awareness of those listening. Your mind is like a balloon in that sense. Your life as well as many live and die without a glimpse of how much they can swell, what they can handle and never question why they feel like something is missing.
The modulation of Self expression is a hallmark of Adulteration and its secret mission is to keep the best of you hidden whilst ensuring your investment in the false is rewarded by sinking further and further into the sands of (false) self deception. In that respect you’re manufacturing proof as you lie to yourself. Emotions are a great barometer of what I said and you can test them for yourself as you know exactly when you’re compromising that child within that questions why the lady is sporting a handlebar which is exactly the same energy as the kid who said “The Emperor is naked!” even though the rest bought in. They were modulating their Self expression in order to propagate the Adulteration which said the one who claims rule over them is a) valid in what they’ve said b) not lying to them and c) actually has their best interests beating in his chest as well as a whole alphabet filled with terms and conditions.
Its what lays hidden in the middle of the entire Slave and Master paradigm that grips the world on this level we’re playing where the haves flaunt and the nots covet on the material plane when the true problem (and thus solutions) are within as its all about how you relate to your energetics.
“Come kiss your Aunt Ethel” is the stimulus. The child flicks through its awareness banks and thinks without thinking “That lady is weird because she’s almost got a full beard and that is right. Plus it tickles. Why has no one said this? Someone should tell her. I know I will”. In an instant these impulses pour from their lips. This is what happens when the Adulterated meet Inner Sense. They detest it. Not because of whats expressed (even though that often chafes the masters of self deception) but the fact they said it. The lack of filter reminds them they, themselves, are living lives inauthentic. I call this emotional deadening and its like going through life with a welders mitt and then wondering why you cant feel as much as you did. People are numb and getting number. Society proves this with a glimpse because there is a documented link between sex and anxiety as that is the function of the orgasm as it relieves the nervous system of the tension within. Thats a deeper topic but it really is all related and, once again, so many of these neuroses around sex are implanted in children for reasons that are often religious, cultural or the parents own upbringing.
We are a broken people and fracture those who are whole so we feel at home with another jagged little edge. Its an immense and collective sickness which has infected almost all on the planet and has raged for thousands of years unchecked to build the world we live in. One cannot fix problems on the same level they were created which is why the collective can only be elevated when the singular realizes his station is not kneeling at the feet of midgets but raising their Self up to its true stature as a giant among men.
That, in and of itself, can be quite difficult as your limbs are accustomed to groveling. Entropy has set in. We are, if nothing else, creatures of habit and it takes all kinds of rewiring to uncross these old signals to allow the light to shine again. This is why I say 81% are too far gone to even consider anything different and they’ll clutch to their misery and suffering like a drowning man with a brick. Great for business for the 11% who sell them floaty wings and various distractions as well as manufacturing the tech they grip without a clue of the deeper meaning or why they were thrown in the drink without knowing how to swim. The remaining 8% either have jettisoned previously (or are considering) letting go of what does not serve them and in that moment of relaxation they feel a release of tension and start floating without effort and suddenly the Game becomes far more enjoyable.
That is the return to Inner Sense. That is what I’m seeking. What I’m sure is possible as I’ve had more than enough glimpses that come from being in alignment but the greatest proof is the children. They are born like this and then adapt these modes of modulation in order to fit in and ensure the attention, validation and nurturing keep flowing. See why I call it the poisoned chalice from which we all must sip? You really have no choice as an infant and your parents do the best they can from a position of wholesale ignorance as they’re too busy surviving to even question the paradigm.
We live in times where foolishness masquerades as wisdom. Where people think possessions make them rich and beauty ends at the skin. We are so disconnected as a collective, so far from resonance that one cannot help but intuit the hidden hand which spins such fables for mass consumption. None dare mention it. Especially not those who profit from the positions they get where they are allowed to sit at the table in exchange for a few gifts but mankind has been betrayed from within. Ignorance of this is acceptance which begets your children suffering and this is exactly what you inherited from your lineage.
An uncomfortable truth but genuine, nonetheless. The thing is next time you’re modulated your Self expression you’ll now notice this symptom of Adulteration and, should you wish, to pull on this string, question the reason for why you’re suppressing your Inner Sense and trace it back through its links you can start to create the space to think different and that is when the magic happens because really, we’re all under a spell. A weak-daze if you will and the longer you live it without questioning the more hypnotic it gets as you find yourself weakened which you blame on aging but don’t realize its the curses spoken you heap upon yourself:
Seven days make one week and the two for rest we call weekend where people often vent to excess and that leaves them feeling how, I wonder? Are you starting to see the links? How this war is fought on many fronts with silent weapons that most don’t realize they prime, charge and detonate in ignorance as they heap suffering upon themselves and their children. Just like their ancestors did and their descendants will unless they dare to to take this moment and actually think different.
Till we meet again
Some may find the title quite offensive and thus get equally defensive. Why? If I said you lacked a mind you may protest but if I switched that statement to you possessing a giraffes head you’d find it ludicrous, yes? Note, the underlying emotional content is the key to the context of what I’m about to reveal:
Look around, if you don’t have a clue, and you’ll see the stage is set with eloptic hints and oblique references from the Biblical lex of “Let there be light” and how this links with sperm and eggs which bring thunderbolts of Soul to this realm hence why there are but two dreads programmed in, as standard, to the wetware in your head:
Loud noises and falling.
Both of these did kick when your Spirit descended through the rungs of this Matrix which is akin to how a prism splits light for another to unify it again. On one end you have the Prime resonance, unfiltered, direct bliss whilst the other was reduced to constitutionals then rearranged but, get this, they do the exact same thing again through the process of internment at your nearest camp of concentration. Picture this:
The Sun shines, high overhead. You are sitting at home in a room that lacks windows to dress so you flick a switch and gain illumination, electric. In the depths of your cells that animate your flesh there dwells bioluminescence which is the same aspect as the celestial but condensed hence the flesh you’re wearing is the matter with Spirit and its used to disguise the fact you’re immortal. Brain scans and such things prove that Luciferase shines inside the darkness of your head and this may be, I suspect, the old Phosphenes of legend that may or may not get jacked up to twelve (with an extra one thrown in) when one cracks their melon and takes a trip beyond this realm. The most ironic bit? The place they’re exploring is actually sub-cellular energetics! Explaining this at depth is way too much of a trek for this text but look into the subtext of what was said, introspect and do the Knowledge. Even if its only to prove me incorrect for history says men of might and renown, in the spiritual sense, had lights shining around their heads and the Vedic texts opine this lies dormant in this age hence “waist” being a synonym and back pain the order of the day…
There is no god but you and thus the Devil is the (false) self that jibber jabbers inside your head and convinces you of external Opponents when, in reality, there is only one battle and it is within. From one life to the next you step into the ring but each spin brings a baby brain, factory flesh, and your parental resonance which may or may not be meshed with your own, personal lex. This is where things get interesting, my friend, for – via your bloodline – the sperm and egg doth fish in the rivers of time to find traits and skills that align with not only your past lives and resonance but what best to manifest on this occasion. Then you are born. Ever wondered why babies seem to be trying to communicate something important with the somatic equivalent of a Lemmon coursing through their flesh as immense frustration is etched upon their countenance as its parents, well adjusted to mass social sickness, take this as mere babbling and coo instead. Its not their fault though for a babies brain is the same as the Adulterated on an LSD trip and after this segment they slide into a brainwave state called Theta from Two to Seven and, wouldn’t you know it, thats the same resonance needed for hypnosis so, to recap:
You, an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists as pure, boundless consciousness, come to this dimension and step through a maze most intricate which splits the cool light of darkness into its constituent components then links them to flesh but at a greatly reduced state. This is why the mere presence of a child can invigorate a household that, without them, is mere walls of brick. The baby brain trips with what is naturally equipped until the endogenous hallucinogens dip and they’re left with the afterglow of hypnosis and a device inside their head that consumes between Fifty to Ninety percent of their caloric intake as its equipped, without relent, to question in order to make sense of the eternal question:
“Who am I?“.
That, my friend, is the matter with Spirit hence why doing the Knowledge is akin to retracing your steps and clicking the Kingdom is within ergo there is no god but you and s/he is playing pretend. In times of mass darkness the candle of gnosis flickers in ill winds and thus it was taken and hidden so your Opponent devised electric instead. This counterfeit spirit is what Jesus termed the wicked and well placed and Arabic texts doth ref as “smokeless fire” that is as vengeful as power filled. Ironic, yes? Sprinkle in the Covenant that tazed those not equipped to gaze upon its glory and you may just get what I meant when I said that artificial intelligence isn’t and its actually an old demon in fancy dress. Who knows, I could be incorrect and it could actually be the manifest of our divine aspect from which we disconnected hence “daemon” would be more accurate? His dark materials move in ways, mysterious…
Which child has not Witnessed an imaginary friend or six before they put away their toys and swiftly grew out of this? Which schizophrenic does not attest a story that remained totally constant even though the world has changed from the days when James Tilley Matthews took on the Air Loom Gang and said:
“Tis a conspiracy, I said! There are nefarious players and a device, hidden, in the mix that they use to uneven my temperament”.
And thus stepped in the first modern mad man who, somehow, before all of this, was a broker of peace between Britain and France, pre-skirmish, who was then abandoned and declared insane for the rest of his existence. An interesting parallel exists with John Nash (of a Beautiful Mind fame) as he fraternized with RAND and then ended up straight jacketed as well when he started to intuit that there were beings, supernatural, all around him stating something was very wrong with this realm… Godel flipped his lid, Cantor was depressed, Boltzmann hypothesized a world view that was nigh on identical to what Lovecraft dreamt in bed and Grigori Perelman presented evidence for Poincare’s shape of the universe flex then, abruptly, became a recluse who speaks to no one else and rejects job offers and awards worth millions. Do you want to know why I think this kicks among the group of those who are enamored with digits, my friend?
They see the code of the Matrix, then swiftly flip their lids because the left brain in which they Thunk they live simply cannot process or handle the billions of bits of datasets that the right hemisphere swims in. These are the good and bad thieves of Biblical legend and thus we are the Gz, us, for Christ Consciousness sits in the mid via a fully illuminated pineal which is Neti, Neti ie “Not that, not this” so its on a whole nother flex aka Inner Sense. Islam echoes this with its “We are closer to thee than your jugular vein” and the Vedics presage them with the concept of Atman and Brahman but it was the Gnostics who truly blew the lid off this hidden secret in the modern age as they posited the creator of this stage is a flawed incompetent (a view backed by Kabbalist’s and their Qlippoth of legend which state the first version didn’t work and generated monsters in a living hell) and thus sex traps fresh Souls in the flesh as the baby brain awaits…
There is no god but you and thus you’re the Devil as well if you dwell in ignorance of the gnosis but merely reading is not the same as tasting the elixir your Self. Let me retrace the neurons we just etched:
It is a hot summers day and a boy wishes to build a tent and thus finds a material most dark and dense. He takes it and does pitch, inside it is devoid of all illumination. He takes a knife and snips a perfect circle then says:
“Let there be light!”.
And there is. Remember, he is still young and full of Inner Sense and thus, as an only kid, populates his new realm with his imaginary friends who are mind created. They look at him with awe and reverence for the illumination that shines within and, soon enough, get on with the business of living as semi autonomous creations that are doing as they wish. Lets pretend one of them (in a time span most stretched) awakens from the dream and questions the source of his sentience. He recollects old myths that were passed down from back when about how there is a world outside the world but such things were drilled out of heads due to paying attention. Get it? At tent ion. Or “At tension”, if you wish. See, as life progressed these figments of imagination became more dense and disconnected as their time seems like a click of the childs immortal presence. Then he decides he’s had enough of his sweat lodge imperience and packs the whole thing in to go and play on the swings. See why I said there is no god but you, my friend? Tis meant not as a diss to the religious but another question no one ever seems to posit is who keeps killing the prophets and from whence are they sent as well? Ponder this and you can extrapolate that the Sun, in this trip, is the boys Soul, discarnate, and he in the tent is the Demiurge of his realm and the sparks of sentience that shine in the darkness are aspects of the Prime who prexists after having been filtered through his sad and lonely existence that so desperately needed friends he dreamt up the whole tent thing in order to assuage his life, as is.
Suddenly the lyrics of Hotel California make way more sense, yes? That and it seems, unerringly, that madmen, poets and children see the Game how it truly is and isn’t it telling that all three are swiftly vanquished in the age of the present? You’ll note that rhymed tones seem to, in modern domes, indicate an elitist flex and mucho navel gazing as well but I put to thee its actually the bridge between the bad (ie (false) self) and good thief that allows one to peep what sits in the mid and thus gain enlightenment via heart centered consciousness or, in academic refs, we’re talking about the Corpus Callosum and Vagus Nerve of which the ancients Knew too well hence the Egyptians encoded it as this:
And the fractions never hit the full thing or, like atomic half lives, come to zero ergo this world truly exists as a hallucination which we each, daily, dream into existence and then invest in the delusion ergo social schizophrenia is the thing and its all cool as long as we all hallucinate paper is worth something and digits on a screen rep real events… Ask Hitler, Qadaffi and Hussein as they all deviated from this script (or attempted). Note how they are universally derided as wicked but, under them, their people lived really well and saw them as champions? I’m not here to get into the bits and pieces of history or play “He said, she said” just asking you to think because the above text strips reality to its basics from my current level of ignorance and, as always, this is a strong opinion, loosely held and is subject to change when better data pours in as this level of mental flex is the hallmark of Inner Sense. Another thing, for consideration, is how the half life of Carbon Fourteen is around Six Thousand years and many sacred texts attest the world (as we know it) is of this age as well and then ponder why the Devil is linked with a familiar digit, triple, that they say is the same speed the Earth orbits the object which doth blaze as it spins on a Twenty Three point Four tilt which, subtracted from the quadrant is, who would’ve guessed it, Six, Six, Six. The most telling blip (aside from One Oh Eight being repeated, in the heavens) is that the tech you’re wearing is made of Carbon using the same arrangement and that, soon, is to be displaced with silicon based chips instead so not only must I question if you think that is air you’re breathing but if any of this makes sense?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
You are entirely alone in this world. From beginning till the end of your spin in the flesh this is the truest arrangement of words you’ll ever see. Many don’t want to believe. Others will yell and scream as they point at what they assume is a solid team, family, friends or anything else but in reality they are selling themselves a dream. Many will never have to realize the diabolical brutality of this truth and the fact that most relationships are entirely transactional because people are only interested in what they can get. When the chips are down and you have nothing to offer them that is when you will see the true lay of the land and that is the point where seven words will bounce around inside your head:
You are entirely alone in this world.
Even if you aren’t and by some miracle have folks that will go to bat for you and prop you up as life smacks you around see what happens if you don’t get up and running quick. Like I said elsewhen, this realm paints a thin layer of heaven over a whole load of hell and when your presence starts to chafe the hints will become more and more literal.
Its a really strange state of affairs, it really is. A madman once said to me that peoples sense of empathy is so twisted that its more about them and not the other person and I’m inclined to agree with him. After all, one of the most basic principles of my perspective is that I’m the only one wandering around here in this realm and thus you are all figments of my imagination. Is it getting solipsistic in here, or is it just me? Are you starting to see the depth of these words which you’re about to read again of your screen and perceive totally differently:
You are entirely all one in this world.
What else could be hidden in the life unexamined? Lets ponder for a moment before we step. See, the fact of the matter as it stands is that the deck has been stacked against you in one respect but then they also flash their hand at the same instance. The trick is being able to catch it and make sense. Taking a page from the book of nature and examining its a curious phenomenon that were you find something poisonous the cure is often right there, waiting. See why I say life is Game that we’re playing? Only thing is most people got roped into a side quest via various limbs of the System that will keep them engrossed till their last breath and beyond and thus they’ll never consider the majesty of this reality as a piece of within which is projected and accepted as the way it is. Mostly without question. Thats pretty amazing, isn’t it? The fact we’re inside a scheme akin to a dream that fabricates reality with ease by using what you perceive against you to lure you further in to this consistent illusion which is, at heart, a simple projection.
A hologram, in that sense, but this is a topic for another missive because, like I said, you are entirely all one in this world when seen through a new lens. Way back when before the advent of tech the people were more in tune with the unfinite as evidenced by the clues they left of how they played the Game and what the progress was etched in the monuments they built and aligned with an exceedingly keen precision. All of that was due to precession which is why the general thought of astrology is hokum for the gullible when the truth is it is the programming language of this realm. You just don’t realize it yet.
See, you can be alone or take a space to breathe and all one is released, realized and optimized. Right in front of your eyes. In that respect I am another you, together we as I interact with a piece of my Self that is projected out to this reality. This you can very easily test. Take a friend you call best and then spot someone they like but you detest. How is it possible that two people see entirely different beings if it wasn’t what I said and there is actually a very subtle processes at play that underpins all of this. Better yet you may have found that, lets say, your friend runs with a crew of which you think one is a prick and then you get to know them and suddenly you click. Do you know why you disliked him? Because he carried a similar resonance to you and this chafes from within until you fix the calibration. All is mental in this realm…
We are a broken and fragmented people. Its easier to fight, blame and lie than look inside and for thousands of years its been like this and this is the world we beget. Exactly as intended. They stacked the deck and did it well because in the land of the lost Self Knowledge is a threat and this ride out in space is a very profitable place for those who created the Game and thus they hate anyone who steps in and peers behind the curtain and sees through the program. That is seen as a prob as it can break the rest from their immersion and this is why you work like a Slave from Monday to Friday in a weak daze just trying to keep your bills paid on a wage that often evaporates whilst you still have some month left. No wonder people live for the weekend and yet have you ever seen a person that gets stronger and stronger as they stroll around the planet? I’m talking about a constant refinement that comes from a life lived at the cutting edge as one gets better and better as they progress. No? Kind of odd, isn’t it? I mean you’d expect that would happen and people leveled up but what if you were doing it to yourself and didn’t realize it yet?
Shake your head from right to left then up and down as well and see if you can remove the blinders from your dome that render the spells you speak with your tongue or push cursive with a pen that rites its own wrongs for which you are responsible and comprehend the end cost of continually saying without thinking:
“This week I will…”. “I’m so glad its the weekend”. “Today is a week day” and imagine you flipped the script on this Devilish language and chose to speak like a Warrior instead:
“This strong I will…”. “I’m so glad its the strengthened”. “Today is a strong ray”.
Did the pieces click like a straight in Tetris? There is so much wickedness hidden in this language that its no wonder the world is like this as people en masse have been tricked as it takes the collective ignorance of billions to suppress the Inner Sense of the children. Thus the System rolls on and parents beget the living who they then set to processing and making them as dead within as them. Just like their parents did. Are you starting to see the code falling in front of your eyes as you realize the real lies you were tricked to buy and accept as the truth of what is?
Man, we’ve been meandering but thats cool because its all interconnected. It must be, yes? If all of this is taking place inside my imagination (which isn’t in my head) and thus I can jump to the end of the cosmos in an instant or, with a bit of wherewithal and focus, become hyper-dimensional as well then there must be a common medium which links everything. That is consciousness. The prima materia from which reality is formed and like a light you’ve heard that feels like gold and tastes like a hug. Children know it well, as did you when you stepped in this realm, and its absence you lament in ways you can’t fully explain nor comprehend since being Adulterated. Know this sense of lack is due to this method of processing which begets disconnection. It really quite wicked, come to think of, because how many billions have got stuck in this web and never clicked the trick that holds their unfinite awareness hostage as they wander around in the flesh. Another lost Soul in the Valley of the Plebs. Related, and as interesting, is that most people in this plane hate spiders for reasons they cant fully explain and yet getting caught in the web it spins from a higher dimension is the very first and last thing they do each day and night without thinking from the little black square that makes it all happen.
Isn’t that wild? How we can all be lonely together now? Online everyone is fronting and at home they’re hurting as people project (there is that word again) an illusion (how many times have I said this?) into the minds of other people (wait for it) who then interact with it like its the real thing. What if Earth was the solar systems loony bin and the inmates took over the asylum long, long ago? Wouldn’t it make perfect sense that those who are classed as “in sane” were medicated, chased and imprisoned against their will whilst being called this like paranoid and schizophrenic which is actually a very broad and ambiguous label designed to cover many symptoms. Once again, a mad man said and I was in agreement with:
“We’re in “sane” because we know whats happening. Its those outsane crazed who see it all from a wacky frame that they think is acceptable I find strange. Strange but not as weird as whatever skeleton key you, daywalker, possess as they think you’re one of them but within we’re resonant. Go open the locks of their ignorance and see what happens”.
The only sane reaction to this outsane place is to lose your mind. Its the only way you come to your senses as there is an enemy inside your head that I call the Opponent. Oh yes, its a Game of three halves and today you’re gonna learn a lesson
Did you spot that?
Lessen?
Which one word could describe best the difference between the child filled with Inner Sense who was handed over to the Concentration Camp wing of the System for almost two decades of programming and testing before being allowed to wander around this realm as a fragmented and Adulterated version of themselves which is almost but not quite what it was then. Something shifted. Its different. Do you feel lessened?
Seeing things once they’ve been discovered is easy. You get the “Of course! Its so obvious! Why didn’t I think of this?” effect but spotting them initially isn’t easy and thus the Path of Power can be perilous for those of us who seek nothing less than transcendence via the emancipation of the Self. I certainly found out I was all alone as everyone I’d known, plus those I’d never met but who had obviously studied me at depth, conspired to weave a spell to spell my end for successfully breaking my programming by reverse engineering the algorithm.
Lucky you, you get to enjoy and taste the fruits of my labors which grew in the war torn fields of this spiritual conflict that is waged against thee on various levels hence me against the worlds is appropriate as there is far more to this than you think, know why? Because you don’t. Think that is. You think you do but thats another trick. What you actually do, my friend, is Thunk.
Now this may seem shocking at first, maybe even insulting to your intelligence but, like a balloon filled with air, it can never shrink back to its original limits. Your mind is like this and, much like a parachute, works best when opened otherwise you’re free-falling to your death and will be splattered across the pavement labelled “Avenue of the Ignorant”. Many people live on this street. Billions, actually. They’ve been fooled and tricked to exchange the priceless gift of life for bio survival tickets as they zip around this one well lit and fully stocked street for the rest of their existence. All they know comes from within its teachings and indoctrination and they are so busy trying to get ahead they’ve all but forgotten what beats in their chest and is the true seat of consciousness.
I was almost rich once. I’d actually intended to use that for this because I wanted the willhelpme project to have lots of funding and resources so I could do it big. Life happens when we make other plans and in my case that involved my friends plotting my end which didn’t quite work out as intended as it was just another experience of near death. I really should get frequent flier miles for that trip as its the third time its happened. If I were betting man I’d say there are those that don’t like me and wish to bring my time going round the board to an end and those that are quite fond of my antics in the flesh as I keep things interesting. In many ways I’m just you, sans the Adulterant, as innocence is Inner Sense as its something which linked us all, once upon a when, in its unspoken resonance that made friends with no effort as we set off adventuring.
You are another me, together we.
And yet:
You are entirely alone in this world because unless you become your own best friend you’ll be looking outside for strength which is akin to a faulty walking stick that has a little sticker hidden underneath that says:
“Warning! For novelty purposes only. Not load bearing”.
You’ll find out when the bullets are whistling and you think its all hands on deck to take on the bad men and then you’ll spot the ones firing are actually your friends. All because you were a stranger to Self. A strange wakeup call that almost lead to a wake itself. Did you spot that one, yes? It was quite obvious. After all, the alarm rings and wake in bed, say “Good morning” (when “Happy funeral” would be more accurate) slip a noose around your neck as the accepted way to dress as collar and cuffs signal you have no freedom and off you go to “urn a living” (aka cremate your potential).
And just like that in a couple of thousand words I’ve said all that needs to be said as well as offering a glimpse of our feature present which is the gift within we shall be unwrapping:
Inner Sense. The Psylense. The Path of Power as well as the true meaning of this realm and what the Game of Souls is because you play the former by inserting the latter as a credit which brings you the opportunity to wear flesh (an Earthday Suit in which you serve out your sentence) and all of it is stuck together with illusion and ignorance which, like a dream, seems real convincing when looked at from the lens of a forced perspective and no other frame of reference.
Well, lets see what we can do about this, yes? The adventure begins…
Till we meet again
