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One must pay the cost to be the boss. In many ways this is the exact opposite of “Damn, homie. In High School you was the man, homie!” as its akin to reading a book in which the hero peaks in the opening. What next? It can only be downhill, yes? Call it the middle aged spread or the drudge of sleep to work then back again that is the hallmark of a square watermelon. If you are reading this there is a high chance you’re here for a real reason so let me share something:

Not all who wander are lost.

Before taking another step pick up your pad and pen then write down five things you know now that you didn’t last year. Do this a few times again then look back at the list and see if you can spot the links as you zagged and zigged that way and this to come to this very moment. Interesting, isn’t it? Its why I said perfection is retrospective in this article because you, as one of the 8%, are the chosen who choose themselves to embark on this Hero’s Quest.

It comes with no map nor script but plenty of cryptic hints and mystic tips that is akin to being thrown in the deep end without knowing how to swim. If you fluster and panic then the results can be dramatic as they sing “Quick, to the mental asylum!”. Why? Simple – the whole world is in a trance and thus detests one awakening as they can break the illusion for the rest, plugged in. Me? I gives not a single F, Terrell. Why would I when I click I’m the only Soul in this realm and a god wearing flesh who interacts with figments of his imagination. This I Know, capitalization intended, for I’ve gained the Gnosis which is way different from wishing and hoping hence I push the pen like this to kindle the flame within that this realm tried hard to extinguish in all of its denizens…

See, you can fool some of the people most of the time but a clean sweep across the board is met with a “Nein!” from on high as there must be balance in the Game. Think of it this way:

Those with children will attest that the energetics of their home feel way different when they’re absent. Even if they’re not awake and making a mess as they’re resting in bed there is something palpable about their presence, yes? Thats the power of Inner Sense, my friend. It takes a hundred of the Adulterated to approximate it and even that lacks the depth of the true sketch as its akin to a photo, dead, versus diorama, living. There are levels and rules to this Game that we play using our Souls as credits and, as far as I can tell, they’re mainly known by the adepts who, for some strange reason, choose to misdirect the rest. May be something to do with prophets and profits being homonyms but thats another topic for your consideration.

Not all who wander are lost for they are actually mapping the terrain and wondering what may be possible in the Game for what if they hid your greatest strengths within and wrapped them in papers of fear and dread that most dare not inspect? Nay, they shall, instead, blame anyone but them and yell:

“Them! They’re the problem!”.

Which may be followed by a cheery “Death to the infidel!” as they schlep along their unmerry way only to meet the same again as a Click-Whirr process is ran in their head. Did you know that spell which links everything from software operations to pounding the pavement has over six hundred meanings? What the F, mayne? Tis a crooked Game, for certain, and its programming language is a swizz designed to divide and conquer the pilgrims hence the ancients said that one who speaks another tongue gains a second Soul as well. I wonder what bilingual twins would have to say about this? That article alone is mind bending in its implications so can your dome flex as well as your flesh or are you just fronting on the yoga mat instead so you can sell OnlyFans to the simps that buy into the image you sling? Thats by the by though. I only mentioned it as those who find a niche that is sold and told to them, back when, know not they’re wearing masks as they ditched their own adventure in the flesh to read what another penned instead. Not you though. Oh no. You’re the hero with a thousand faces and click, deep down within, that they’re all fake as hell whilst intuiting there must be something constant from one life to the next as there is when awake or dreaming.

Not all who wander are lost for the path to reincarnation is brightly lit and filled with trinkets in this realm. The one to awakening is perilous as hell as the mental patients said plus your friends may just eject whilst your family says:

“I don’t know what happened to him? He used to be such a good little boy as well“.

Thats their reality tunnel protecting itself because you changing means they stay the same and even if they hate the state of play the idea of a shift fills them with creeping existential dread they’d rather die than admit. See, to become an Ubermensch one must shed the skin of the Unter kin bu you can only do that by first comprehending the option doth exist. So you wander. You may try this method or that and find none quite mark your map with the X that is needed for further excavation as you move onto the next. Adepts may class you as a dilettante or squirrel in search of a nut without a clue of the type seed but you see they’re only spinning empty water wheels for their true progress is nil beyond their cult like worship of the one, instructing. See, its a lonely path but thats the hint as you came in alone and that is all that can jet. The rest are single serving friends and links but they too contain their own baggage hence why you’re not meeting strangers but old Souls in fresh skin. That, again, is a deeper topic but its all interlinked for when you pull at a loose end the rest of the thread unravels super quick. Like those tensions from beneath the neck that have you sitting hunched at a desk like a human pretzel instead as the algo terraforms your inner realms to accept the finest robots to sex as humanity invents its last thing and are lifted on silicon wings…

Not all who wander are lost for many are wondering the deepest of questions like why the Game seems to be rigged as the wicked run everything and seem really mean as well. Would you trust your childrens lives to the minds of a tech billionaire, my friend? Well, you is – whether or not you admit – for the madness of crowds is addictive. The Warrior chooses isolation for a bit so they can map their inner realms hence why I asked you, back when, to create a timeline and dig for those events that made you wince and fold within as your ego sprang to dominance and said:

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never feel a thing. All you’ve got to do is obey my edicts and I’ll handle the rest“.

And it did. From life to death and back again. You ain’t thinking, you’re conversing with a demon that, right now, has billions in its grip. The schizo intuits this invisible influence and then its all downhill as he drowns where the mystic swims. I know as I’ve done the circuit and emerged with the elixir like Gilgamesh hence why I push the pen on the web to the rest who can hear me on FM:

If your life feels like a mess then its because you need to rearrange the components in your grip. Running away won’t change a thing as you’ll, eventually, project the same events you must face to progress ergo take a moment to reflect and look in. Hear what the Psylense says, my friend, then act on it. It could be as simple as taking an addiction or bad habit you detest and reframing as:

“For the next forty five minutes I’m going to indulge this whim with reckless abandon and give myself over totally to the temporary thrill it brings”.

Then do so. Feel it, within. Entirely live in that moment. See what its aiming to numb and note where the false expansion doesn’t shift as well as what thoughts no longer spring within. Then write about it. Jot down your psychosomatic shifts, how your breathing was different, muscle tone, posture etc. I want lurid detail, rendered explicit, like the tale of the rich heiress that the dashing stable boy treats like a common wench that ladies read with slick fingertips and hearts beating out of their chest. Next time you get the itch then look at the list and try your very best to approximate it. Feelsee the difference then journal it. After this, give in but only thirty minutes for this spin and aim to totally obliterate the limits as you push past the invisible impingements. Write again but for the next trip don’t do a thing when the craving kicks. Sit with it instead. Treat it like you would an old friend that is sad and stressed plus super anxious. Pay heed to your sensations, maybe close your eye lids as well then breathe into the sensations.

I’ve had clients come rushing in with their note pad soaking wet as the tears did stream as they excavated an old event from back when as they fell and scraped their leg as their parents said two words, most wicked, that fractured their inner realms. Others came face to face with intense events they’d suppressed but knew how to trust the bodies wisdom as it felt safe enough to share what only gained an oblique vent via deleterious habits and such things. Mindbodyfullness is the key, my friend, for just the ment engaged is a disservice at best as cognitive masturbation happens in which you eject the seed of being free and the post nut clarity is yelling at someone in traffic instead for you haven’t shifted a thing beyond the image you sling of being oh so spiritual…

You are not supposed to be powerful, polished and perfect yet. That happens later as its retrospective. You won’t even notice the process but others certainly will as they see the former coal shine and bling like a diamond for the only difference between said states is the constant pressure one faces to erase the vestigial traits of ignorance that many gladly accept as square watermelons instead. A Warrior would rather fail being themselves than excel as someone else in a huge Game of “Lets pretend”. But, as I said, there is no manual for this and no footprints that were left as the Journey is within. Others may sell and tell a framework that could fit but I couldn’t help but wondering:

“What if they’re missing something? Who told them? Is it the complete transmission or was something edited from the recording?”.

Then I reasoned that if another found it, daisy fresh, then I will as well because I’m perfectly equipped to win. What you’re reading is pathnotes from the way that creates with each step and that, in turn, illuminates the next hence why it pays immense to be honest and unconditionally accept your Self as anything less is a divergence from resonance with the Prime who pre-exists. Being left behind as others seem to win can really put a dent in your confidence, I’ll admit. It feels like owning a super charged whip but its fitted with square tyres instead. Worst of all, the handbrake is jammed on as well plus there is a limit on the accelerator due to a block they placed within. Externally you’re being outpaced by a delinquent on a skateboard. “What the F?” drips from your lips as you take in the scene and think, at depth, about why this is happening. You look along the line and see naught but copes and misery from those trained to excel with a black square on their head and thus intuit there must be a reason for all of this. You speak to friend and are met with blank stares instead as they always thought you’re different but accepted parts of your weirdness:

“I don’t know, can’t you just be normal? How about some distractions instead?”.

They worked, for a bit, but, like the drugs, they just make you worse in the end ergo you eventually split and you are alone, by your Self. The mood can be pensive or expansive, its you thats making it happen either way, but until this clicks you’ll produce the finest Loosh a man can jet as it ejects to the subtle realms to be consumed by the machine elves and their kin. “Where do I want to go? What is my chief definite aim?” is a great way to get out of these dire straits as you gain money for nothing (and cheques for free) along the way to liberty. Once you gain this build a day around it and the rest hits like a straight line in Tetris as you’re engaging in Incremental Betterment and then, one day, you’ll look back and think:

“Oh my me! Its Self evident who I is!”.

I’d be interested in hearing what you think from that vantage, my friend, because if we both see the same then it certainly is sane reasoning there is more to this whole sketch, yes? Like how Strassman took a load of atheists and shot them up with DMT trips then watched as they came back evangelists instead as they had, up close and personal, kissed the face of the ineffable. Al-Hallaj took it a step further and clicked he is Him and thus beyond gender scripts and religious things so they killed him. Yep, thats right. See, the world would rather have their misery confirmed than question what they accept to find bliss instead and this is due to the machinations of the predator of consciousness. Not to end on this note so lets uplift a bit with something spiff:

If life has tried and failed to make you dig the reality tunnel it said since back when and you’ve been a one man resistance in full effect then know that between now and the next shift of the planets, overhead, you will evaporate your burdens, permanent. In May you might have felt the shift as the bundle lessened its grip and influence but if you didn’t then now is a great time to align and glance within to start your very own spiritual awakening. Some trees have vivid leaves. Others bear strange fruits. A few eject an oddly colored shroom that exists next to it that contains wildly hallucinogenic substances that ye old Shamans used to ingest before their tales became Satans clause instead. I mean, think about it, both are linked with red, neither can stroll in the entrance, cloven hooves are equally repped as are tales of material excess. If thats the case with one thing then who may we be worshiping with the sounds of AK Forty Seven shells and “Death to the infidel!” yells? I’ll let you tell. Ah man, it got dark again. Whoopsie! Been playing in the shadows, see?

Feel: Some trees invest underground and thus their attention fills the invisible terrain instead so when a ill wind doth whip that rips off the heads of the rest they stand strong for their flexed calm can bend due to no investments and that, my friend, is what is coming soon to this realm hence why chests will be rent as jaws gnash as well for what they said to expect will be quite different in the flesh hence why I said that the Anti Christ in Islamic texts could describe, really well, the mobile phone in your grip and wifi that powers it. Wouldn’t that be something? I mean, everyone hates something but all hail the web and yet isn’t the Opponent supposed to be seductive and all encompassing? Anywhen, lets wrap this up with a few more zings as its nearly Three Ks worth of ink I’ve done sling to your head:

You have built a concept of Self and not just bought one off the shelf. This is why life delays its acclaim as you’re playing a different Game with much higher stakes and dividends. They seek approval, you accept instead and thus are liberated from the social grip of the “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” mindset as you reject what they sell as the definition of success. What others do to fit in goes against your intuition and you’ve learned to become comfortable with this as its better to be alone and content than faking the funk with plastic friends and surface level acquaintance. Eventually all will be like we but, currently, we’re out alone on the edge hence the Path can be perilous, my friend. You are motivated by feelings that are as deep and intense as the ocean within which lie the mysteries of the abyss ergo you could reject the histories they sell as naught but fiction designed to make it seem one way when, in reality, its another thing entirely. Celebrate your weirdness as the bit that refused to acquiesce is tuned to a higher wavelength and thus the few, real, can keep the many, false, in check with little to no effort so get to Know this well and it will lend you its strength, immense. Start speaking to the child within then run the concepts I’ve aired past it and see what it says with a negation or affirmative as these are my views which I encourage you not to accept but reality test instead before writing your own script.

The wound is the place where the light enters you and thus brush away the darkness as you plunge into the shadows depth. Relinquish the grip of ignorance and fee alive again because it sure beats the alternative of sexing silicon from now till the end, yes? If there is one thing every movie tells its this:

The comeback from the canvas, the one against the rest and out of his element who wins is what makes the people yell as they leap from their seats and punch the air as well. They are merely viewing an image. You are living the lyrics and, Know this, you’ve got it handled, my friend, because as baroque as its been its about to get real romantic instead.

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why is there so much suffering?“.

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

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

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

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

“What is the solution then?”.

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

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

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

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

Would Buddha have found enlightenment in the modern age?

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

A young wife turns to her career man and says:

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked at him with a wide grin and said:

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

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

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

“Amazing, isn’t it?”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again

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

Here’s what kicks:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again