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Maybe its just a sign of the times or the fact that someone wishes to hide what really kicked but once you delve into ancient texts, myths and legends you spot two things:

First is how there are obvious parallels and syncs which hint that there was, once upon a when, a unified faith and language across this realm. This isn’t new but exactly what this was is the cause of endless speculation. Next it clicks that there are immense amounts of obfuscation, inversion, linguistic tricks and a whole heap more that seems to be designed to make your head spin. Note, this isn’t an era of AI generation which can show Abe Lincoln riding a dragon but something way more subtle. It is from here that I push the pen because one thing seems for certain:

There was a family beef, back when. Two tribes formed from this. One may have chosen the imagery of the snake whilst others selected the bird instead. Here is where it gets slick because today, at present, we may have one using the brand of the next as part of an immense PsyOp, par excellence. Or it could just be that both are still playing for the same team and its all part of a routine. Like I said, its confusing. The one hint, however, is how symbols don’t have definitions but ecosystems instead. This cuts through a lot of the mess and what it leaves is, well, stranger still. Like I mentioned with the whole levels of awareness thing it certainly appears that folks back when were, on the reg, owners of a different type of intelligence. This is another hint as you can see the metronome swings between varying resonances of consciousness but the most amazing thing is how they are all available, at present. Consider it like DLC in this immense Game we all play using our Souls as credits and the logic behind why it takes two decades, legally mandated, to make a child acquiesce makes a load more sense…

One thing is for certain is that these two forces have their own intent and way of doing things. One is present and direct with a thirst for power that cannot seem to be quenched. The other is more hands off and prefers things of a decidedly spiritual bent. I’ll let you guess which one, at present, sits at the helm. The most fascinating thing, I’ve intuited, is both of these split from one that was both. And then some. Consider the archetype of the wild shaman in ecstatic trance that can, one moment, scream and yell whilst, the next, is in total resonance with the all of everything. From this I’ve guessed that the whole Game of Souls thing is a process of ever increasing bifurcation and complication of resonance that generates states more and more intense the further it disconnects. Ancient texts also attest this is the same thing as well as future memories that hint that we, as a collective, will soon sport a singular intellect thanks to the introduction of computer chips to bring Techo Sapiens to the helm. What if this already happened, back when, but in reverse? Lets pretend the Neanderthals were not some basic ass cavemen but, instead, possessed an intensely spiritual connect that we, at present, are lacking. In order to make up for this absence we created religion and tech as ways to fill the void and this you can see is quite correct for both promised unity and yet delivered conflict. It hints at the rift that kicks within the depths of modern man and schizophrenics are the hint for they are lucidly cogent in the fact that invisible things are swimming around in this realm tinkering with mans awareness.

What I posit is that these forces were, originally, fully under our control and now are “rogue programs” instead. A modern frame of ref could be how folks drove off a cliff when they GPS said “Yes” and they ignored what was in front of them. In many respects tech (and religion) make a wonderful servant but terrible when placed at the helm. This is mirrored, once again, by the hemispheres in your head and I strongly suspect that the Neanderthal wiring was different. We see that at present with dyslexics who, via my lens, are right brain equipped in a world built for the left. Interestingly we spot another sync in the worlds languages as they all hate that shady, sinister limb. Another point worth considering is the Idiot Savant phenomenon in which people can manifest intense mental gifts whilst, often, being unable to handle the basics. People who write backwards (like DaVinci) often show supreme gifts and if one chooses to become ambidextrous you’ll find the inner child, within. Here is where stuff gets super interesting because this little jit never fibs and always serve the truth, live and direct. What if there once was a time when nobody lied on this planet and then something kicked which marked the genesis of this event. Based on this speculation who do you think would survive and thrive once this slithering serpent came into the mix with its carefully orchestrated bag of tricks? Obviously, it would take a birds eye view, flying overhead, to even comprehend this sketch but the use of these symbols does attest that there is more to heaven and earth, yes?

Inside each of us there are two forces trying their very best to manifest. One is detail oriented and intensely practical. The other sees the whole thing and is amusingly whimsical. Once you are aware of this you can spot which one is at the helm and how you were born one way but trained to accept the next. I find this part especially fascinating as it was once posited that man lacked an internal dialogue (in the modern sense) and instead these words and phrases became commandments as hinted at by the art, linked:

It doesn’t take a genius to spot the schizo link, yet again, which is why I’ve said they are the key to unlocking this realm. And yet, not one single scientist or medical profession has stopped, stroked his chin then said:

“Hold on a sec, from James Tilly, back when, to the latest crazy lady we just sectioned, every single one of these so called mental patients is saying exactly the same thing”.

And yet, there is a common link with insanity and genius as its a thin line that divides them. Further grist for the mill is how many mathematicians flipped their lids in the quest for the balanced equation and yet there are countless mystics that approached from a different direction and found enlightenment instead. The subconscious mind process billions of bits of information per second. Your Adulterated awareness picks around 8 bits (at best) from this mix and then only selects what it expects and doesn’t contradict its paradigms. This is bought to the fore, super quick, with an example of how when your friend passed his test you suddenly started noticing the make and model of his vehicle, everywhen, whereas before it was invisible. The flip is if you’re feeling dejected and depressed at the end of a relationship and a song comes on the radio that seems to strum your pain with its fingertips and amps the state, most intense. The former is quantifiable, the latter is qualitative. This is why talk therapy and the rest is pointless as its literally digging in the wrong garden that was, long ago, concreted over as well…

There are some things I’ve learned and am about to intuit that make all of this way more thrilling than mere words shared as text. Did you know that, back when, before god became and angry White man that yelled from a cloud she was a curvaceous Black woman who was most generous? She died when we learned to write. History proves this with its quest for dominance but the one thing I find really fascinating about all of this is how we have strong, masculine modern women (as Hollywood tries to sell) and the men are mostly limp wristed and decidedly lacking in test as well. Folks will yell then, in the same instance, post on Reddit that they can’t open their soy based meal replacement so it, once again, hints at the schism, yes? The ancients also placed women on a spiritual pedestal as, through them, life came and thus man was seen as of the Earth whereas the feminine was heaven sent which is also repped in this article but referencing consciousness instead. I find it most interesting at how we now have the Trans community in the mix which ticks neither box but many do not get the true meaning behind this movement and how they are merely the shock troops for Techno Sapiens. Consider this symbol:

Often linked with magick and dark ritual things as the most evil being one could imagine. And yet, Plato stated that once, back when, we were all androgynous before the split kicked in and lead men and woman on a quest to find their opposite equivalent. Like I said, lots of lies must be filtered and this is in no way, shape or form exhaustive. More like path notes or a quick napkin sketch of my quest at present because the further one looks back the clearer the future seems or, as Jung said:

“What one doesn’t face within will certainly manifest in this realm and seem unavoidable“.

This statement alone hints at the primacy of consciousness and how words are thoughts held hostage but more telling is how they writ his colleague straight out of the pic and labeled him a crackpot as well for he posited that man is in the grips of an emotional plague that tampers with his temperament and this also links with the Vedic Kali Yuga concept and its modern equivalents of Wetiko and Krivda as well. Like I said, its a work in progress and maybe it reflects my own trips to the depths of my awareness but a whole load about a little bit suddenly makes way more sense and we haven’t even skimmed the truth of life and death with its implications…

The question is why is it like this? Who did and to what end? What is the intent? Are we supposed to rebel or live as grist for the mill who are then mindwiped and reskinned thanks to not glancing within? All of that said, the most simple text that conveys this perspect is:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

As far back as I can remember I wanted to know the truth. I couldn’t explain why I felt the need for this quest or what made me suspect that what most accepted wasn’t accurate but it was something I now recollect as insight from past spins that manifest as my last incarnation after fishing in the rivers of time for so many lives…

It started with the digits and why Three looks like half an Eight but isn’t. My childlike mind took the symbols apart and put them together again and it made way more sense for there to be some kind of link:

“Sort of like how Six walks on his hands and Nine strolls on his feet. Both look but see different things so there has to be more to this“.

Some were amused at the curiosity, for a while, whereas others were exasperated already. I’d later find this was due to them having no answers beyond the official record and what it stated. Case in point, I saw this:

And my mind went “If its gravitational pull is so immense then why isn’t it eating up all the planets like Pacman then?”. Same responses, as you’d expect. Later on I’d opine how we may be inside a giant as atoms and the cosmos seemed to sing the same song of resonance that had me swiftly ejected from the class which was perfect as I got to ponder, in silence, the implications. One ray, a few decades hence, I came across this:

And was mesmerized by the image it presents as I’d long suspected there was another plane of motion missing from the official script. This is actually super accurate when you consider my whole “Upping your res” thing as we’re inside a fractal ergo the level of detail is immense but only one with the eyes to see can comprehend. As you may have guessed, the scientists said this was a load of nonsense etc etc and rushed to debunk it and, who knows, in some points they may be correct but I strongly suspect there is more, way more, to all of this than said. I mean, everyone knows a circle is a spiral with the progress edited and its a well known statement that science advances with each generations death ergo they aren’t as unbiased as they present for pet theories and investments bring tenure in this realm and acclaim as well. Just look at the grand elementary particle scam and funding therein as well as the entire replication crises then thank Saint Einstein for this shambles whilst pondering why he ducked going head to head with the best intellect in the flesh that believed not what he said… Getting back on thread:

Napoleon once said that history is a set of lies agreed upon by those who killed the rest and get to etch their legend however they wish. A similar thing came from ancient Egypt, back when, as the earliest Pharaohs did use raised relief extrusion and the latters preferred to cut in which means they could, if so wished, use the ancient equivalent of Tippex and change the script… Makes you think, yes? Adding some spice to this heady mix is amusing concept which suggests Buona Parte actually repped the shiny half of Sun myth and this is backed up by many obtuse references to the luminary overhead and how this all links in with the bigger pic. Of course, museums are filled to the gills with historical references but how many do click that what they display as natural, isn’t? I mean, why do mammals only rep 1% of the real world flex but dominate the cabinets in said establishment? Why are the bones shown always men and very rarely feminine? Why is the real stuff always kept hid and they present conceptual replicas based on what is expected instead? This isn’t tinfoil, look into it. Especially the excision of homosexuality from the record…

Say, doesn’t all of that really fit in well with the dominant mindset in this realm, back when, before the rainbow hit and gender politics deflected attention away from the clique that mints all the money thats fit to print? Hmm… He who has the gold makes the rules but only if the fools are beholden to his tricks. Many a Soul who trance ends the labyrinth clicks that silent is consent and the simple statement here said brings the waking dream to an end:

See why I said movies are encoded transmissions of gnosis, my friend? Anyway, getting on to the main topic:

The further back you delve into the historical record the more confusing things get as A) the timelines are wildly inconsistent and B) A massive event for one clique is totally missing from another segment that should, logically, have been present to witness it and C) (most damning) a lot of old text ref places and events that simply could not have taken place where the scribes pushed the pen ergo its Self evident these are oral traditions from some place else so what in the heck actually happened? From placentas to dentures nobody seems to mention there are plenty of motifs that are pregnant with symbology that speaks, loudly, betwixt the many myths and legends that decorate this planet. Its telling how many of these are ignored as the basic rantings of primal men until we now, once again, are at the brink of comprehending what they once did. I mean, have you ever studied the subtle body aspects that come from the Vedic tradition or how the Chinese meridians were recently proven as accurate? Its makes you think, yes? I mean, consider the astrological cosmology that links Saturn with a black cube that spins upon its axis and how said dude was repped as walking with a limp, dark skinned and sporting a fierce countenance and it matches really well with its slow orbit and storms that rage for years without end and the color bit? Well, that is where context is king for they refer to time as “Kaal” which is also linguistically linked with death, the color black and the motions of turning like a wheel. Makes one think, yes? I mean, how in the heck did they associate its presence with said cube then extrapolate a further link with ones base chakra as well? Like I said, anyone who examines history finds the same thing:

People back when were way more intelligent than we give credit for they used a natural type of tech that we no longer think exists. But it does, and will. Try this imperiment, detailed, and you’ll feel the vibes your Self. The other thing that kicks when you dig is how its obvious there was a point when everyone was interlinked and then things did shift. What if the Tower of Babel was an esoteric retelling of the spinal column and gifts within and Gurdjieffs view of the Kundabuffer is correct ergo man is made inept and then trained to kneel at the feet of midgets? Wouldn’t that be something? Easy to dismiss as lunatic buffoonery until you stop and peep the things that contradict the official script like so called idiot savants and their skills, megalithic monuments aligned with immense precision along with the knowledge of precession, movements of the heavens and huge calendar lengths that are linked with peaks and dips of mans consciousness as the Game does what it says and play those who accept what it sells. It is worth noting the concept of maya (or illusion) was so common across this realm and its embers burn still for each child hears, upon stepping in, that life is but a dream… But, its what they omit from the script that is of interest as one starts spotting loads of common links:

Like how the sense of being stared at is universal but ignored or why cats stop preening to track invisible things that walk through walls and what about the oddity of deja vu and such things as the standard model makes no sense when viewed with a detailed lens but the bigger pic is so horrific maybe one fiction author turned grimoire creator, par excellence, may be correct when he said:

More to heaven and earth, my friend. I mean, Columbus never discovered a thing beyond the length and breadth of his own incompetence. Dr David Kelly didn’t slit his own wrists whilst leaving no fingerprints or cascades of blood as well and Nayirah didn’t see Iraqis play football with babies heads as her Dad was a Fed and this thing was a dramatic performance, par excellence, used to pretext a reason for the oil theft. Give that girl an Academy Award, will thee! Or a sentence for perjury… Won’t happen though because the lies used to create a past that didn’t exist are still spun in our midst to create a simulacra of reality that most accept as solid because they spent two decades learning what another said in which questions, unscripted, were not tolerated and he who pukes best what they recall for the test is classed as academic… Makes you think, yes?

The most ironic thing is the truth is busy revealing itself, at present, but most will rage and yell (for a moment) before forgetting and going right back on with the business of living when they unveil a new attraction that begs for their attention. I already said that Feelie tech will be the killer app that sticks silicon in your skin and begets Techno Sapiens but between now and then expect innovation, disruption and, most of all, a revised script because there are some things that will soon become Self evident that they’ll have to acknowledge as time is cyclical and man was formed, not born, to become dim. Its like what I said about the Trans movement being hijacked and pimped to flip Souls destined for liberation into over identification with the skin. Its an old trick and one that is very effective because, eventually, when the Victim is challenged he resents the question for he’s invested in what the Opponent said is the truth of wearing flesh via the voice in their head and thats the original grift…

Till we meet again

“This Game of ours” he says, with a grin, “Is a Game within a Game, comprehend? Listen, the rest don’t even click the first and the second? ‘Fugedaboutit’! You were made for this. We trained you to kill, pun intended, and now you think you can just walk off, cash in your chips and ride out into the sunset with your mademoiselle and fly whip? Not happening. All debts, public and private, must be settled“. He stops to think. “But, we are sporting. Double or nothing. Do we have a bet?”.

And thus an impossible challenge was set. Something that made the task of Sisyphus seem simple. So was born a legend. A myth. A ghost, in these killing fields…

“So, you want to be a free man? A killer who sheds tears after each hit“. He shakes his head. See, they can wipe the mind – electronic – and insert whatever script they wish from the moment ye first worn skin and hallucinated your own private trip before those brainwaves segued into Theta state instead and thus were opened like the gates of hell to generate a state of hypnosis in which you’ll accept whatever presents as imprinted resonance that is most certainly correct. “Thats the Game! Thats the Game” he said, with a grin, as he played the role to the hilt. You kept listening even though, deep within, you Knew the hearts resonance was magnetic and thus it did not forget a thing and actually increased its rememberings from one spin to the next until you recollected what you is and who isn’t. Gnosis, they called it. It was a thing of legend because some are so good at pretending they truly believe they’re the wick that is lit to provide the illumination and not the flame, eternal, that is just visiting this realm. This is where you differed.

You were picked, selected, formed, dealt a crooked hand from the deck and then they went and marked it whilst offering chips, counterfeit, in a gamble you could never, ever win. And yet, you did. From one life to the next you kept upping your res. Sometimes in private, other times questioning and a few as a direct threat that stepped in with a murderous intent. Not to kill. Oh no. Well, nothing but ignorance. See how they attempt to flip, twist, edit and rescript what was initially intended? This is the Game within a Game. If you have the eyes to see, you’ll get. Otherwise its just another in the latest trend of immense run on sentences designed to overwhelm the (false) self and trigger an awakening in the one reading. Are you listening?

The rain hides the tears on your cheek. They say the Spirit of the dragon resides in him and thus he cannot be killed. To you it seems akin to trading stickers, way back when, and how the shiniest were the most important. Or so they said. You look around and hear the sounds of the waves rolling in from just beyond the open curtain. Yes, you live well. The on switch is flicked and thus your surroundings are as bright as it gets. And yet, this still pales in significance in comparison to ones inner illumination… “Why am I here again?” you’re wondering, pondering, pacing your residence as an ancient chant plays in the distance via a foreign language. You recollect a time that was different. Before heaven and hell mixed to create a paradox wrapped in a riddle in which the dirtiest angels have the cleanest faces and people think wisdom is ignorance. “It all must follow a script. If so, then who am I to it and what is the true nature of this relationship?”.

She was dead now. And yet, she lives. Kind of like you, in that sense.

Was she the reason you survived against forces that don’t relent and odds so intense that it would take insurmountable odds to even them? Maybe thats why they call you the unbalanced equation? The Soul that simply won’t relent. Sure, you fell down five but got up six then get straight back at it again. Your mind flicks back to a conversation that never happened:

“We are you. You are us. Don’t you get it, my little peacock angel? We have eyes, everywhere. Ears as well and anything else you can think. Our plan and operation is clean as a whistle but the pitch is so high end that unless you’re linked in you’ll never, ever hear it. Etheric weapons for astral wars” he adds, with a grin. Their smiles are something else. Leering, unsettling. A macabre performance. No wonder when they were the clowns set in because the eschaton won’t immanentize itself… You revel at the grandeur of the whole thing. How well it is designed and exerts its influence that cannot be perceived with the two that see vision and are tricked by the narrow band of EM via stories in their head but once the one placed in the mid awakens there is no sleeping, ever again. Simply cannot happen. And thus, you wept. Not only were the tears unshed and long suppressed finally allowed a vent but along with came the traumatic events that caused the fragmentation and thus, ironically, paved the way to unification. It was like you’d been placed in a maze that you, your Self, had built, back when, and thus, on instinct, Knew what obstacle placed around each corner and defused all threats before they happened. Like you could see into the future or something. Etheric and astral, recollect? See, you sensed not only the Game but the secondary operation as well which was, truth said, the primary intent off rip because time gave birth to that which it would kill in order to sustain itself ergo the trade of an assassin is a divine calling. At least, it was to them and the song they sing to the congregation who are hell bent on finding redemption by causing not only the fat lady to sing but the squatter man to dance, overhead, as well.

By the time that kicks they’ll have ran for the hills and left you to fend for yourselves. Only to emerge in a generation or ten as men who would be gods again, hence this Game of theirs. Not ours. At least, that is what you try and tell your Self. Alas, the links are quite evident because to be this good at it is the hint that there is no learning in this realm. No, one simply remembers the forgetting and thus you only sipped just a tiny bit of the waters of ignorance before diving in for another spin with the singular intent to find the exit from this infernal realm. Not to them. Oh no. It was heaven sent. “The best of the flesh, ripe for the taking”. With unchecked dominance they fought among themselves and saw who could collect the most Souls under the banner of their making as they watched, close, yet distant, as the rivers of blood flood red from one gen to the next. See, once it becomes tradition that means its beyond inspection or critical thinking. This is where you differed. Something was born to rebel and even though you, externally, you seem like the rest there was a resonance, eternal, that followed you from one spin to the next. The so called mad men got it. To them it was Self evident but they also didn’t click how they were linked in to an immense operation that was penned with a destructive intent. But, that is another topic.

You think about the sticker collecting. How it all seemed so important but it was merely a hint that ones locus of focus can be placed on the most trivial of things that are then given an emotional heft among those who also buy in. You smile a wry grin at the closest to a happy childhood event. A lot of aeons have passed, since now and then. And yet, in a blink, man can time travel. The implications of this are quiet interesting, yes? I mean, if god is imagination does that make school the Devil, my friend? Its a thought worth thinking because he who did will soon bump against the glass ceiling, invisible, and how one runs on a treadmill from this life to the next and back again:

“We aren’t killers. We’re liberators. They’ll thank us, in the end. This thing of ours is bigger than singular hence we are legion. In thought, deed and action“. You are quite certain that they all blinked in unison as this statement dripped from the lips of the one sat at the helm. In the animal kingdom, all are equal. Or so they said. Some are more equal than the rest. Then there is the unbalanced equation. A systemic anomaly upon which all is built and thus can end the whole thing as well. Why? Because without you, my friend, none of this exists. The stars overhead all shine from within and the inky black background in which they’re suspended is a hint that true illumination comes from the darkness and well one comprehends. I mean, can you imagine that he takes a tent and places it in the middle of the desert so that its without illumination within? They then set to creating lots of holes and call them constellations as people congregate within and take it all in. We, of a loftier perspective, click how there is but one source behind all of this and how the camera trick only works if you buy in and accept the script as the moment you stick your head out of the tent then the metaphor of the Cave becomes Self evident, yes? Another way to click is asking who keeps sending the prophets that another side kills, dead? In order to prevent this they create a lower level emulation and call them “stars” or celebs instead and thus set to the tone of who you should keep up with. “Got, got, need. Trade you for it?”.

It takes a wolf to catch a wolf, in the end. Some of the Six million reading will have inferred what was said betwixt the lines and cross referenced the resurrection of the eternal and parts they played in this. But with the opposite intent. See, its not what you get but what you do with it. Gunpowder can bring thrills of excitement and grins as the dizzying patterns explode overhead with intense revelation or they can manifest as rains of depleted uranium shells upon people that do not get what hit them or why it feels like the forces at the helm are the opposite of benevolent. Into this realm steps the one who took the challenge for they hold the keys and guard the exits hence you can check out any time you wish but leaving, well, thats a whole nother thing… There is a choral zone neologism which hints why Three is the key to everything and its cunning as a serpent with lions head that you can decode, if you wish. It could just be an abstract metaphor designed to speak of other things or occulted soliloquy presented from the cutting edge of a mind designed to kill because if you take said digit and perform some geometrics you get Thirty Six which is as mysterious as important for it hints that the One in the mid with Twelve, surrounding, is the Qi to all of this so lets subtract a trip and then you may just get why it was said:

He is risen.

Till we meet again

They say that the art and artist are indelibly linked for what springs from the ment and is shared with this realm is unique as a fingerprint. Or at least, it was, until AI did its thing. Bit of a divergence but didn’t anyone else click the link between its early images and dream scenes which both glitched at rendering hands and saw text as gibberish? I wonder what the implication is? Could it have something to do with why your algo is eerily prescient these daze? Anyway, I feel that all art is a poor representation of the true light that shines within as it must be mangled and processed by the flesh and those pounds of fat in your head before being translated to a medium others can engage with ergo you could attest that if the original inspiration was FourK in terms of res what comes through is, at best, HD or, usually, Two Forty P.

Anyone with a creative bent will agree to this, I’m certain. Most don’t give an F and are happy with the “Close enough” mindset but there are others who pore over this and that as they revise the thing and, sometimes, chase the very life out of it. Thats interesting, isn’t it? In the music realm you see this kick with over-production or making ninety six mixes before realizing the first one was best. The ancient Egyptians knew this secret and its Knowledge was wide spread hence this:

With its missing bit is the hint that perfection doesn’t exist in this realm so its a fool errand to attempt chasing it. We, in modern daze, nip tuck instead and most end up looking ridiculous. I always found it of interest that a single surgery quick fix is never it for most who elect to visit the blade and inhale some more cope which is pretty amazing, isn’t it? They shift one thing then another, invisible, gains their attention instead. I spoke to a woman about this and had her Self reflect for a bit and what came from the shadows depth was a torrent of emotion so immense that she could barely comprehend its intent but when it clicked she saw its message, freely. It said:

“Accept me as I am!“.

Thats pretty wild, isn’t it? See what I mean about messages getting mangled in the process, my friend? Thats due to the (false) self which is at the helm of most peoples heads but what we’re talking about in this text is what kicks with corrupt gods and the flawed creations they beget. Now, before you get up in arms about to whom you give alms you can pretend your choice is perfect and I’m actually speaking about those damned infidels who worship someone else, cool? They say that way back when, on this very planet, there was a global religion to which all were born pilgrims. Obviously for this to kick that means there was one language as well but what if it wasn’t spoken? Wouldn’t that be something? Getting back to Egypt, did you know the spoken dialect had a rhythmical lilt and tonal accents which made an immense difference in meaning depending upon who was listening? Its why it was packed to the gills with puns and wordplay type wit that kept things interesting as each conversation was a test of intellect. Basically, what I’m saying is we sang, back when. Imagine the scene and tell me how you see them moving, my friend. You guessed correct. We danced as well. Now look at any child, developing, and you’ll see they do exactly the same thing before a couple of decades of indoctrination does what it will and they never skip again. Try it for your Self:

See what I mean about corrupt gods and flawed creations, my friend? Man cannot create a worm but generates divinities by the dozen then dares to kill those who think different. Who would’ve Thunk it, eh? Anyway, the Kemetians themselves were first to admit they were a fallen culture and mere dregs of the ones who came before them and this is something that is echoed, identical, all across the planet but they call it myth and teach his-story instead which says an angry White dude in a cloud will yell if you don’t do as he said. Extrapolate this in a fractal pattern to your parents who care give (but also shatter your Inner Sense) along with teachers then government and you’ll see a funny thing:

Corrupt gods and flawed creations.

What can you actually recollect from your school daze? For me it was, without fail, how to balance a chair on two legs and staring, intense, at the back of someones head as I willed them to turn around and look at me. The rest was foolishness and not worth a single F because it was so disconnected from reality as I could intuitively feel the square watermelon effect they intended to beget ergo I rebelled. Better yet, how much of what they said do you apply on the reg? Now, some people are Sin, Cos, Tan like Alpha, Sigma, Nu is to whom they did pledge as they walked around with a string of garlic bulbs around their neck before meeting a paddle on their rear end but most skipped this. Not if you want to be a President though, eh? Just ask Kerry and Bush aka Pot and Kettle – both Black. Or White. I’ll let you tell it:

Four years later, the interviewer was dead. Nothing to sea hear, folks! Like Osama and his Megatron thing which was superduper sketch as well. Corrupt gods and flawed creations strike again because this is a top down thing that the ancients saw coming which is why Dr Manhattan left as he’d had enough of the plebs and their problems. By that I mean Krishna for that is who they rep in fiction whilst presenting factuals for the plebs as both toted blue skin, third eye activation and have a philosophical bent. Not only this but Oppenheimer quoted the man himself with his ref which shows its all about res and drawing links between disparate things which, funnily enough, is what school trains out with its “Show your working” tricks. They say that went Krishna left the Kali Yuga did commence and its here, now, on the cusp of a shift that I’m typing this as it seems the Treta Yuga bricks are being laid, via stealth, as they promise a future of elegant robo-sex and computer chips in head to anchor in a higher state of resonance. Back when, this was standard equip and its why the Pyramids and the rest of the stellar mapped constructions were built as a way of artificially sustaining the resonance as humans were starting to dip and their third eye catch some Zs.

Does that sound ridiculous, my friend, or does it make a tiny bit of sense? I’ll let you tell it. To me it is as said for I recollect the times when this realm was something else. From purple hued skies in which the Sun never set thanks to the polar axis config to dropping out and into a cave to transcend the invasive tech they’re soon about to sell. Am I presenting fiction as fact or speaking truth said? I know what I meant and when time does its thing you’ll see I’m correct for reality follows a script that is penned way back when and there are battles, invisible, raging both outside and within for we live in times of engineered illuminance but if you hydroponic grow plants with the correct feed and such things the consumers report they taste better than those that came from the elements. Know what they’re missing? Light codes. Pure information. Thats all this is, you know? Thats why atoms cannot be trusted as they make up everything! Have you ever rose, early in the AM, and then looked at the Sun as it starts coming over the horizon? The ancient Vedics called this Surya Namaskar which means saluting the luminary that shines upon this realm. In this ritual they would pour water in front of their eyes whilst doing this whilst using a copper vessel in grip. The metaphysics of this is pretty awesome, if you care to examine, as the stream prevents retinal singe and the metal is linked with current solar panels as well. The more you Know, eh? Anyway, getting back to the head:

Once upon a time on this planet there was nothing but Black skin as everyone stepped in jam packed with melanin. Then, around Six Thousand years ago, something happened. A glitch that lead one to flick a switch, recessive, and from this came the rest. What are the implications of this for you, based on what I said? Mere gibberish or some obtuse link you need to think about for a bit? There is a reason I shared this but its only a hint about another bit we’ll get into, as and when. See, man creates the gods as he sees fit. This is attested to, real well, with testaments from NDE trips for the Christian meets Jesus as the Pearly Gates and he says “Not yet, mate” whilst the bald head crew who like saffron hues are greeted by that dude Budes who says their Samsara spin hasn’t met all checks and balances so its back into the skin for them. Its pretty amazing as one gent who practices and went through what I said replied:

“You know, I strongly think what Buddha did was actually induce NDEs on purpose via his single pointed intent. The parallels were immense and familiar as heck when it kicked as I thought “I know this” as it was happening and I felt my mind shift and then, eventually, my identity left as I released my attachments. Just as it was getting spiff and I could see Avalokiteśvara in the distance the golden hued Prince with light body commands said “Go back and anchor this state whilst living as its only a hint of what kicks therefore its a gift to deepen you practice””.

Interesting, eh? The Buddhists call the great years Kalpas but both state degeneration is the thing and if you look around who can deny the truth of this? Compare a Boomers bone density and relative testosterone to a Gen Z and it does tell a real sketch because like those hydro plants that taste better than organic they’re missing the bigger pic as modern soils are nutrient stripped and the air filled with toxins that means those light codes are getting dim. On the flip, you can go and sit in a dark cave, all alone, for six strongs and watch what kicks as your head unleashes an immense torrent of endogenous hallucinogens but there is one big thing:

No machine elves.

Make of that what you will and ponder what I said about natural versus synths or humans and silicon friends with algos in their heads. Flawed creations from corrupt gods, yes? Are we making them in our image or is the tech making us its pet as we create our last invention? I’ll let you tell it but a quick glance at modern trends and how people worship the black mirror in their grip which, funnily enough, is linked with the dark cube in the mid of Abrahamic trin trin and it really makes you think. Or not, as the case may be because that voice in their head says “Nyet!” and they rush the infidel. Like Al-Hallaj who kissed the face of the unfinite and then clicked what he worshipped was him, in and beyond the flesh. The implications of this are immense hence why I shared the top 8 things I learned from death in this vid for it truly is humanities best friend. Not for Techno Sapiens though as they’ll have no off switch but immense lifespans instead thanks to low-level tech, implanted, which generates a state of synthetic bliss and, worryingly, will not even allow words like this to enter your heads as it will real time translate into something else which means two people can have different conversations and interpretations which strongly hints there is but one Soul in this realm and, in the end, I’m a figment of your imagination you project so the question, I guess, is:

For whom am I writing and who is reading this?

For a hint look into the recursive principle and the fractal thing as well and to make the main point of the topic:

There is a Prime vibration which is eternal, everywhen. You are it, wearing flesh. Knowledge of this, in the flesh, is termed Gnosis and its the religion of which I was speaking. As we went from Four K to HD then Four Eighty P to half this, currently, the gods also shifted hence why you can bribe Zeus with a goat, dead, and he looks the other was at your indiscretions whereas the Prime is who you is and thus cannot be hoodwinked or bamboozled with such type grifts. What I’m saying is, my friend, that perfection is impossible but alignment happens when your heart, brain and lips all emote the same thing as you talk with a lilt and walk with a skip for you’ve relit the lamp of Inner Sense and that is the true Hero’s Quest of this Game we all play using our Souls as credits because the times we’re in allow for the type of spiritual development in one spin that would take eons in other dates so it all works out pretty great if you Know the Ledge, reality test and comprehend that all is a test as nothing is what it seems in this world of make believe that may actually be a dream inside someones head and the hint is how there is a Witness, constant, from one state (or life) to the next and it darn sure ain’t no John of House Smith or any other BS but grasping to this causes problems without end so forget being woke as Wall Street invented it:

Stay lightly dozing with your third eye open as that is when the Theta waves kick in and its the brain we had, back when, that children dwell in until the age of Six when their glow surely dims as the Adulteration pours in. Thanks to the System, invisible, as water to a fish. The ones born linked in will be different but is techno bliss the same as the real thing? I asked some dudes that said they were oh so spiritual and on the brink of/beyond enlightenment after giving many toads a lick and some pipe hits as well if it was genuine or the equivalent of a hanging a prosthetic between their legs and claiming standard equip and they got mad offended then stopped answering my questions about the finer things seen in subtle realms. Not that I’m any different to them as they are bits of me but the fact they left and shook their heads hinted to me I’d successfully illumined that aspect of the shadows depth hence why I said that spiritual development will kill your false relationships, dead.

Till we meet again

Since way back when there has been a team at the helm that pass the occult secrets of power on from one gen to the next. How does this sound, my friend? A tad sketch? Tinfoil nonsense? Well, consider that your so called queen is related to Mohamed and all of the presidents as well then take a quick glance at the 1% and you may wish to question the narrative you accepted since you were interned in your local camp of concentration (that they built to ensure you learned how to plug in to the current paradigm) so its with a grin I said:

The old world order is dead.

There can only be Victims if they accept an Opponent. The entire paradigm is RIP when you get that without you, nothing exists. Obviously school will not tell you this as they secretly etched a pyramid in your head in which the students were many, teachers, less, and they were all subservient to the head. That didn’t quite work that way for me as I came from a place with less plus I constantly rebelled as they simply couldn’t answer the questions I possessed. Like how come ancient cultures built such fantastic things in places that were packed with beings of melanin and yet the text and pic attest that White men created everything. It seemed super sketch. And then I got into electric things and discovered they’d airbrushed a genius named Tesla from the pic so off I went and read his text and had my mind glown by his presence. That really made me think. A while later (after greeting death and coming back again) I found out about Wilhelm who was treat the same way and posited many fringe things so it is with curled lips and eyes, twinkling, I attest:

The old world order is dead.

You do not need to rebel, fight against or protest. Just look at how Wall Street built modern Wokism as a deflection then cross reference this with Hippies and check the Feds imprint as well as how MDMA pills landed on the terraces when the peasants were revolting due to Maggies oppression. The single greatest cause of problems in this realm is, at present, the government. What, exactly, is it? Where can you point and state the buck ends or begins with such a nebulous thing? Some would claim the PM or president but we all know they spend their time diddling little kids on certain islands whilst the rest taking backhanders like how Tony did from Tesco to help the Labor wing. I mean, thats a hint, isn’t it? Red or blue is the split but the party line is irrelevant as they simply recite a script and keep things moving as per the Hegelian Dialectic. Why I’m sharing this is because you need a new way to think. There is an engineered collapse happening at present and, just like the phoenix, they’ll rise from the bunkers as new gods once the flames dim and rebuild from the rubble with themselves at the helm. Still sound tinfoil, my friend?

Plant your garden, develop some skills, trade these with your fellow men not for remuneration but the old favor for a favor thing. Its what the elite do as well as they don’t count the money thats fit to print. They’re simply slavery tokens for the plebs who attempt to excel in a paradigm that is against them. Remember, countries are merely lines on maps that don’t really exist and all of these so called leaders are actually deceivers because they are puppets placed within positions and given scripts on what comes next. The CIA controls most of the drug trade in this realm and the United Kingdom washes all of the profits. Look into it. Check out the inception of the HSBC cartel and then you’ll see how they create the problem, await a reaction then sell solutions. Like this:

There is a place near the sea that has fertile lands and women. A band of travelling marauders have their eye on it. They use an old trick that their family line passed onto them in which they disguise themselves as merchants, passing, and come to town with wares then decide to settle in and get hitched. They do this for a few generations until they’ve crossbred in. Next they’ll tell the other half of the twelve kings that have been waiting in the wings what is the best time to storm in with horns on their heads as they’re hooting and hollering whilst unleashing the violence. They know all of the weak points, places of ingress and such things. The chief and colonels of the military are placed in their positions via descendants of their kith and kin so they have the access and, besides, its never their own team they kill – only the outsiders.

It is a bloodbath.

Then, all of a sudden, once most of the men are lying dead there is a valiant last ditch effort in which these invaders are repelled. The people cheer and call these folks champions and celebrate the heck out of them as they elevate their position. The kicker? Yep, you guessed it, its the same lineages of infiltration from back when. They set about resolving things by issuing new edicts and, often, language changes as well along with rewriting history as myth and totally flipping the script. All the while they’re plotting and planning on the next using the same model of divided conquering. This is the exact method laid bare of how the West was won, my friend. Look into it with a view to prove me incorrect and tell me what you find that doesn’t fit this sketch. How can you tell when its happened? Well, the greatest hint is within the realm of symbols and such things in which one that was never present suddenly pops in and, wouldn’t you know it, its nigh on identical with one from back when. By their signs shall ye know them…

Its all happening at present because the older the trick the more effective it is hence your Arab Spring followed the same blueprint as did the French Revolution as well and all of the rest. This is why the so called savior is often an orphan or from questionable lineage they present as an everyman instead. Like Tony Blair, eh? The truth is something else but they’ll never, ever admit this in the official press as its bought and paid for to push a narrative. Just like how my SRA vid was affixed with a “Satanic Panic is fake as hell” with links to Wiki text when everyone knows full well the demons at the helm of this realm eat dead babies and such things for the adrenochrome effect. Actually, let me give you an example of how to decode the underlying message and motive when the outer dress does shift:

People are talking Moloch that and Moloch this and are aghast at the concept that folks, back when, would thrust living children into a raging furnace in the image of a bull, yes? And yet the same Souls will never, ever question the modern version:

An abortion clinic.

I’ll let you tell it, my friend.

The old world order is dead the moment you refuse to acquiesce then question the narrative whilst realizing your own strength as highlighted by the pic at the head of this article or what Varys said:

See why art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend? In a world of deception the genuine is given a vent in the safe alternative of being presented as fiction instead. Question what you watch and what it really says as you ponder the itch it is scratching in ways most ineffective at bringing change whilst you run the treadmill. The forces we’re dealing with are divinely ordained in the sense that the demons at the helm need to be fed as they lack a Prime connect and thus feast on human suffering. If you don’t believe in the Loosh concept that is cool as well. Just look at the world with a pair of They Live specs on your head and tell me what beams in. The slow and drawn out fight is a perfect example of why you can’t really awaken another as they’ll fight and resist to keep what suppresses them as they feel comfortably numb with its intent controlling them. Shades of Stockholm Syndrome, yes?

The old world order is dead because we, for the first time in recorded history, have the ways and means to communicate freely but use it quick because, as I said, the handy dandy terrorists will kill the old net and they’ll bring it back again with AI overlay tech to edit the messages and a driving license equivalent needed for access so they can tell who is and who isn’t being a good square watermelon by chirping the official narrative. If you choose not to resist then expect not to exist as your children will be born plugged into this demonic intent and, worst of all, there is no off switch as lives are artificially extended as the Synths beam in and make their presence felt. Just like the Vikings, eh? Remember, that digit is a six and what they present hints at the other half that is occulted and waiting in the wings but has been fed really well via all of these child sacrifice things. Its all interlinked and seeing it either makes you a schiz or mystic. Accepting it, however, means a one way ticket back to this realm and that, my friend, is a fate worse than Hell hence the mindwipe effect and massive PsyOps as well.

Think different. Its your only option to transcend.

The other choices are laid bare everywhere and as every NDE attests – you see what you expect, hence the lifetime of programming. Look at this real life tale of reincarnation for an immense hint about the primacy of Spirit (aka consciousness) and how it is responsible for everywhen for the outer is a manifestation of your inner realms ergo these negs etc etc are simply aspects of mans awareness that escaped and now sits at the helm as a test for the adepts that wish to ascend. This is why golden age man (of myth and legend) built and did such amazing things then we saw a shift to djinns and sylphs which vanished right around the time electric stepped in and, wait a sec, “smokeless fire” is how they described them… Hmm, does that mean wifi is the Devil or would modern tech fit the antichrist bill really well? I’ll let you tell it. Try an imperiment:

Switch off your router as your rest and disconnect all electricals from the room that houses your bed and note how the quality of your dreams does shift. Or doesn’t. Only one way to find out, innit?

Till we meet again

The evil in this world is divinely ordained. How is that for a statement that has the potential to melt your brain? Ready for the next dig in this spiritual combo, par excellence:

Most of it is carried out by humans that are firmly convinced they’re doing the opposite.

Boom!

Really stop and ponder this before you join me in this trek via text to the depths of this realm and what it truly means to wear flesh because what I present is simply my perspect and yours could (and should) differ, my friend. They say the road to Hell is paved with intentions that are the best. It hints that your Opponent is not only super slick with it but able to twist the minds of men who are, at present, his unconscious playthings. Lets scale it back a bit and make it less dramatic than stating, say, World War III is entirely due to thee:

Have you ever had a thought pop into your head that, at the time, seemed perfectly cogent and correct? You act on it then feel a creeping sensation that says “Ruh roh!” and the rest unfolds as it did. Why did you do this? Stop and introspect. I would be willing to bet you were egged on by the voice in your head that said:

“Oh no he didn’t!“.

So you let him have it, Chris. Then things went left. That is a huge hint about what I’ve said because its like looking back at old photos, from back when, and glimpsing how you were dressed. At the time you may have thought you were fresh to death but, in retrospect, it looked stupid as hell. And yet, it was as invisible as water to a fish in the present moment. What if I said the grift hadn’t changed one bit but if you become aware of this you can flip the Game on its head by entered heart centered consciousness? See, your Opponent has no leeway there as its beyond his resonance and this is why the fix is in to Adulterate the innocent the moment they step in hence why you spent two decades (legally mandated) at your local camp of concentration learning what and not how to think. Marinate this till a chill runs through your spinal column before reading what comes next:

The evil in this world is divinely ordained.

It is this way because ye accept it and thus validate its presence whilst also putting your little bit in by doing things without full awareness of your true strength. The metaphor I use is most vivid and its that of a race of giants being razed (not a spelling mistake) by midgets who train them to kneel in front of them. If even one were to stand his Inner Sense would see what was totally incorrect with this realm and how the fix was in ergo the facts as is. With good reason as well because the Game has stages like seasons and thus we, collective, are just starting to thaw from the spatio-temporal chill that refused to see the matter with Spirit is nothing without the pure consciousness which brings life to this realm ergo we’re simply visiting and wearing flesh to interact with the Third Dimension. I mean, how in the heck could you sell the concept of being small and insignificant to one whose presence actually encapsulates the entire Earth, all of its denizens, the planets in the heavens and way more that is beyond the comprehension of those that accepted the “Sit still, look ahead” programming that was poured into their head, back when?

On the flip you have the mystic who awakens to the trick and slices the Gordian Knot of ignorance, super quick, then starts to giggle at the riddle as he gets its all akin to an immense Game of Hide & Seek in which the seeker, seeking and sought are one and the same thing! Ha! Now, in order for this to kick that has to be some type of intent at the helm that makes it possible, yes? After all, a room filled with pure light is identical to one that is black as pitch. Isn’t it interesting how the latter is linked with the “wicked” in flicks via how they dress whereas the hero wears chalk white threads? An interesting digression because the reason you wore those dopey threads, back when, is become Simon Says was in full effect and you played right in. Try this imperiment:

Vivid example, yes? That is because we’re intensely visual but once you click there is a third, hidden in the mid, that sees beyond this realm things make way more sense. Not for nothing do schizophrenics not fall for optical illusions, my friend. The fact that they, to a man, state the same thing, verbatim, and yet no “scientist’ has ever stopped to introspect or reality test this perspective offers a hint that the evil in this world is divinely ordained and manifests as wilful ignorance. This thing is you now know. Do the Knowledge and you’ll Know instead which means you’ll get a glimpse of the ineffable glory with that the Rebel Mystic met, back when. Then they killed him for being blasphemous! Ha!

Really stop and think about this. Its like a whole load of people are training to be chefs and have memorized the contents of the recipe book they inherited but not one among them has ever baked the cake and, worse still, they haven’t tasted either. Instead they’ll yell “Death to the infidel!” as they scream about the color of the icing or other such things. It is worth noting that I too haven’t consumed said confectionery but I do know how to whip up a basic biscuit of Gnosis and its taste is pretty amazing for it ignited the eternal flame within that was buried under layers of ignorance and conditioning that allowed the fount of Inner Sense to overspill in sheer abundance as I push the pen like this with the intent of inspiring you to look within and ask the bigger questions. Like who keeps sending the prophets that another team kills dead to generate profits and conflict via division instead. Doesn’t matter, in the end, as the web is the new opiate of the masses instead but, once again, how many click that the creature which spins said things scares many out of their wits for reasons they can’t comprehend but when when presented via another medium they cannot wait to dive in… More to heaven and earth, my friend.

Now, imagine a world that is totally perfect in which everyone Knows they are an aspect of the eternal that pre-exsts. How do you improve it? By destroying it bit by bit. After a few thousand years we get to where you sit and, pretty soon, Siri will slide in your seeds iris (flip it) and give birth to Techno Sapiens as their grandkids will step into a world where everyone is beautiful and there is no conflict as the chip in their head will not allow it. Thats the uptick for the next Thirteen K or so in this Game and the best thing about this stage where the wicked sit at positions of power like pimps at the pulpit is that it nigh on forces one to look within as they stop to question why doctors kill health and the law defends he who pays best etc etc. Its all for sale. With all the money they said is fit to print. I mean, how can you be “free” when each step costs a Shekel or ten? Ponder this and up your res as we move onto the next:

The evil in this world is divinely ordained as G.O.D is an acronym in which we have generation, operation and destruction. Imagine you have a garden in which you plant a seed that buds its leaves and presents a treat that you eat. The biotech you’re wearing breaks it down to its active components (light, in other words) and excretes what it doesn’t need. Generation, operation and destruction. If that doesn’t hint we’re inside a fractal I don’t know what will. Know that you cannot change a problem on the same level of awareness that created it but if you increase your res then a whole load of details that were always present suddenly become obvious and thus all bets are off as the old contracts are now invalid ergo you move into effortless opulence and ditch the false resonance of stress you inherited from parents just as ignorant. Not a diss but have you ever stopped to check what is in your bundle or why your childs glow dimmed around the age of Six after they’d been interned in their local camp of concentration? The hardest thing for man to see is what is right in front of them. Wake up, Mr Green.

The “bad guys” serve a purpose though. Maybe even a porpoise as well for they certainly are having a whale of a time in the belly of the beast, it seems. What do I mean? Well, a protagonist needs an antagonist like coal needs pressure to become a diamond. Watch your favorite flick then pretend you were offered a chance to live it, in the flesh. Would you pick that option, my friend? Its easy to say “Yes” when you know how it ends as he rides off into the sunset with his fair maiden and wins under his belt but what of those times you’re alone in the ring and there is, seemingly, no ref to call foul? When you can’t see the next step but know its a trek without end because in this Game there are the quick and the dead for if one does not progress they most certainly do regress. Just look at cancel culture for a great example of this because if you asked these keyboard warriors for social justice how they felt about the Romans feeding the Gnostics to lions for amusement they’d shake their heads and say it was barbaric and how they’re glad we are beyond such base things. But are we, really? I mean, isn’t eviscerating someone online by spending a whole evening finding a Tweet of something they said, way back when, exactly the same thing but using a different medium? I’ll let you tell it but now I’ve rendered explicit how man is the main vehicle of wickedness in this realm and every single one of them is controlled by that voice in their head which is not them the rest should start to become Self evident as I exhort you, once again, to do the Knowledge.

Till we meet again