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You cannot control the outer realm. Thats a fool errand. “Why?” I hear you question. Simple:

Its a delayed projection of you from within. A spatiotemporal illusion designed to beget confusion that comforts via the delusion of seeming really real. But what, honestly, is the deal in this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits? Well, picture this:

Back when before Tell Lie Vision Sets were all the rage they had tales. Myths, stories or living chapters of depth that went from the mouths of one gen to the ears of the next. Within were encoded many secrets that the wise clicked and the meek inherited. Nothing is ever equal in this realm for if that were the case the stars would no longer spin, overhead. Have you seen The Matrix, my friend? It was an encoded transmission of Gnosis that bore such gifts. What many missed was the next chapter and its occultism possessed such depth that many took it as a mindless action flick that had no resonance. But it did, oh yes. Still does as well. From whence do you think Thomas Anderson got the gumption that something was off with this sketch? Why did the one he initiated come to awaken him to the true grift of this false realm? Why was Smith, the killing machine par excellence, his suppressed shadow aspect? How come John Wick and Neo both end with a sunset? Ponder these things as we progress:

Did you ever watch a movie when developing again and again? The average adult would be bored to hell as we crave novelty but the child goes through these states in a wave of Inner Sense:

Confusion. Clarity. Coherence.

The first time is a surprise. The second time you read between the lines. The third reveals what was hid. Like how John Wick is the preincarnation of Neo himself. Same Soul, different skin. Put the pieces together, see how they fit. Now, to get back to the main topic:

You cannot control the outer realm. Thats a fool errand. “Why?” I hear you question. Simple:

Its a delayed projection of you from within. A spatiotemporal illusion designed to beget confusion that comforts via the delusion of seeming really real. But what, honestly, is the deal in this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits? Well, picture this:

One Soul, supreme, that splits when the prism of the third dimension does its thing. One of those bits thinks its you. The other I Knows I’m it. Subtle difference but immense implications for what happens at the end of our spins, respective. I place the single chip I possess on Self as I’m Centered in it ergo wherever it is, there I Am… What I mean by this is you, my friend, are a figment of my imagination upon whom I project bits of my inner realms then interact with the illusion. Most are safe in the comfort of the delusion as A) they are ignorant and B) they Know not the Ledge. A very simple way to reality test is how you can introduce one Soul to ten men and they will draw differing opinions. Some state he is brash, other attest he’s a beacon of wisdom etc etc… How is this possible if it isn’t exactly as I said?

There is a youniverse within that extends way beyond this realm but to get to golden circle you must first red then blue shift which means hot cold, poor to rich, black or white and anything else you can imagine. After a while you click the Eight Veils and how, for so many incarnations, they wove their tricks that made you believe you are John of House Smith or some other such BS. Thats belief system, by the way or a story made flesh. Now, getting beyond this is as a simple as questioning how can you be the voice in your head when you’re obviously that which listens? Whilst you are there ponder that if life was all correct in this realm then who the F sends prophets with messages of liberation and why do the codified religions that none of them ever built whilst living always split into fighting among adherents and infidels? That is why I said there is nothing outside of you, my friend. That beef was within and looking for one upon whom to project in a never ending quest for vengeance that all but guarantees your reincarnation. Not just this but the machine of desire creation in your head wants to ride the funfair again and thus you will do just this again and again and again till you get to the point where I’m at as I type this.

“Why bother?” I’m wondering. “They won’t get it, can’t listen and believe they hear perfectly. You can yell and scream from the parapets and they’ll think you’re off your head”. He has a point, this part of me. See, humanity is the problem. Life is a seductive mistress who casually wipes her lips and says “Me? I haven’t done a thing!” as she is proud of her indiscretion for you are her playthings. The most amusing bit is she is simply doing as instructed. She works for you, my friend, and is paradoxically conspiring for your liberation via the guise of the opposite. Spotting the grift in the flesh is akin to unwrapping the present moment which truly is the gift that gives without end as you click you’re naught but an aspect of the unfinite wearing flesh. Whats a movie without a bad guy? Who is the protagonist in your sketch? You or the voice in your head that tells you what to think, feel and be? They state that the brain you possess is used but ten percent. From that comes your entire identity and concept of reality and seeing as we’re visually driven that EM spectrum hint is a tiny fragment of all thats invisible. On that you place your bets? Really? Me? I choose different.

You can as well. If you Know your options. Response-ability begets free will. What you currently possess is an extremely expensive extrapolation of ignorance that charges for each step and, get this, they ask for interest as well. Get it? Did you decode what was so blatantly said, my friend? If attention is all there is then where do you spend it? Outside? Or within? Is the realm of projections making more sense? The shift from “Why did they do this?” to “What made me cause this and what is the subtext and gift?“. Class is always in session within this realm as the true test begins when it ends for if you tick the box they said you’re supposed to check then its back out through the legs as that vortex is nothing more or less than the light at the end of the tunnel every NDE ever said. Not mine though. I skipped all of that and met a clear light radiance that springs from the Psylense. Stop and think:

Nothing exists without imagination. Thoughts create everything. For them to kick there must be a Witness to cogitate what presents. That is who you are, nothing more, nothing less. It has no face, no religion or SSN. No parents, no kin, no concept of skin. No hates, no likes, no maybes or just mights. It simply is. This is the bit in the mid around which the Yin/Yang spins. “In but not of this realm” as the OG Neo that cracked the Matrix said. My problem is how to make you get this in a way that is direct and palpable so you to can ascend. If not beyond the flesh then at least up in res. I mean, if you take shrooms and such things to see fantastic visions that state all types of amazing tips what if you could get the same but much less at a pace more temperate so you can keep pace, integrate and change from your depths? Would you like to reality test that option? All it takes is some ink, a pad, a candle and scent. The answers you seek are currently held by the child within and it gives not a hootenanny about the you you believe as it is what screams when the facade slips but there there is also someone else hence the “I don’t know what came over him?” comment that hints that thee is legion… Hooked on a feeling. Between a joker and thief. Like my man JC. Who is thee. And me:

Christ Consciousness, crucified when he could rise again and enlighten your pineal so those fantastical visions see through the illusion. Like schizophrenics who, to a man, attest things are awfully sketch in this realm before we medicate the hell out of them without their consent or expression permission. I mean, what part of the Game is this, my friend? Forget the LGBTQ suppression – these folks have had the roughest end since the Industrial Rev and yet every single one I’ve met has been fiercely intelligent, flexible in their awareness and quietly certain that they do not have all the pieces to the puzzle in their grip and the ones in said fist may not even be of the same set as the picture on the box is totally different… And then there are the well adjusted to mass social sickness who jam together three and a half bits, at best, and feel quite content to accept said ignorance. Who is really mad when seen this way, my friend? They all listened when I said:

“There is nothing outside of you. We each dwell in our version of reality. What the rest suppressed beneath the neck, in thee, escaped to torment but what if the threat hides a gift? They must be YOUR fears, yes?“.

How much sense does that make, my friend? You can tell if it works because when you unwrap the dread and find pure bliss within you can’t help but grin and comprehend that demons are naught but angels in fancy dress and neither would exist without your presence. Thats how powerful the Prime is hence none before, none since. Plenty of pretenders though. Like how the Trickster myth is linked with every proto god in this realm and how this is the same thing folks meet on trips and after death as well where it will present as anything you never exorcised in the flesh to lure you back in for another spin. Is it all starting to make a bit more sense yet? What if your entire life was an exceedingly slick trick that was designed, on purpose, to make wisdom seem like ignorance when what you accept is the opposite? There is a really simple way to reality test:

Look at the world.

Check how its operated. How the CEO, presidents, politicians and such things all score like psychopathic criminals that narcy images do sling to the ones that they pimp then peel back the curtain on religion and find a real life retelling of the Godfather thing before stopping to ponder why movies tell the truth but dress it as fiction. Everything from the inverted tones you use for your diction to the very concept of a Self you possess are not what you think, my friend. Like I said, its all encompassing and thus so immense its easy to miss as your Opponent fears your awakening hence why most believe, by the time they are ten, that the world is immense and they are small and insignificant. And yet if we spin back half of their life sentence we find a mindset that says something else. What happened? Did you guess correct? Its the concentration camp wing of the System that poured two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead” into your head as they covertly etched a pyramid in which says:

“You are many, the masters are few but they are certainly above you so best do what they say, eh? They answer to a head that sits higher than them so best acquiesce if you wish to pass the test”.

There it is. The bootleg counterfeit OS they installed in your head when, in reality, the Observer Effect mixed with a pinch of Schroedingers pet and hint of the primacy of consciousness suggests that, without you, none of this exists. Ask why they divorced you from the power of imagination but you accept, second hand, what another thinks instead as you’re entertrained via your Tell Lie Vision Set whilst pondering why your mind rendering text versus accepting images that project is always more rich and vivid then look back over history and note how creatives came and went not in dribs and drabs but periods immense where a whole bunch beamed in then dipped hence why I’ve said:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Comprehend that there is nothing outside of you in this realm you are the ultimate power. Actualize it.

Till we meet again

One of the things I’d been pondering for a while is the nature of incarnation. Specifically those we come into contact with in this existence, whether as friends, family or a nemesis. I’m inclined to believe that there are links which extend from one life to the next and its all got to do with Soul fragments. Picture this:

You have a jigsaw puzzle. Its quite complex but all of the pieces fit, perfect. As a child you take in the whole thing. You do not see any form of division, just coherence. Also, because nobody told you how important this is you barely pay attention because everything is new and so stimulating as you lay down fresh neural traces. At some point the table gets upset. From that point on you no longer have the full image. Some people will scramble to collect the pieces and this manifests as all types of obsessive compulsive neurosis. Others, on the flip, throw away as many as they can get via various forms of addictions, quite destructive. Many, however, will sit in the mid. They will deny to the death this is what happened as they speak languages that are generally bereft of such concepts and lack words that adequately describe the inner realm. In that respect all that I’ve said and probably ever will is like a pencil sketch on a napkin compared to the work of a great artist because its something one must see for Self in order to fully comprehend the message. These metaphors are meant as ways to enlighten your passage into the darkness within so lets keep stepping:

They will clutch to the piece they have with a vengeance. For some this may be a handful, others will have a large segment and some have random pieces that don’t quite fit but “Who cares? They are mine and this is our tradition“. That last point is vital because a lot of the times its your parents who kick the table in order to make you just like them. Why? Well, that is an interesting discussion and one a lot of people simply won’t comprehend but the post-partum depressed often get with a quickness:

The unthinkable thought. In their case it is that they hate their baby and the stress that comes with even attempting to admit this causes a huge amount of chaos in their internal realms. Granted this does not apply to everyone who exhibits this but its something that, in my imperience, those who have dealt with tend to be able to grasp higher metaphysical concepts with ease since they’ve already walked around in the darkness. This is the equivalent to admitting that which you worship devoutly is actually the devil and true cause of all of your problems. I’m sure you can see why I said its a deep topic. “Mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children” was once said and this links in rather nicely with the fact that most genuine schizophrenics had a messed up relationship with the one who bought them in this realm. It all truly is interconnected but in order to let the pieces fall and click it takes a mind that sees the whole image and not just the jigsaw pieces it was left with. Come on, admit it. If nothing else it should be quite obvious that the metaphor hits the nail on the head when it comes to comparing your state back when to what you came to possess as well as what you observed first hand happen with your children, yes? Why does no one question why their evident glow dims after a few years in to their life sentence? Unthinkable thoughts that flow silently under the mainstream and yet exert an immense influence for a species in psychosis who try their best to deny this.

What happens on one level often maps on the rest. “As above, so below” is what they said to draw your mind toward this type of thinking, back when. The resonance certainly is interesting because we may have stole a piece of three from someone previously and they then are linked, across the abyss, and step in with us too to exact their revenge. At this point some people often say it feels like a light just flicked on in the darkness as they get why they’d been treat they way they did from ones whose malice never ends or relents in the pressure they bring. On the flip there are those who also nod their head but have said “You know whats weird? I never thought of it like this but you’re right. When you said “Stop reacting, stop getting drawn in, stay Centered in Self and cease all engagement then watch the magic happen” thats exactly what did as she stopped calling, texting, trying to get my attention. She just left, never came back again and now it makes sense“. The person in this question came for help in how to handle a narcissist they once lived with and how they went out of their way to make her life miserable and the answer, as to most things, was “What is the sound of one hand clapping?”. In that respect its a case of realizing the part you play, reclaiming your power (as opposed to giving it away by sitting in the seat marked Victim) and learning to maintain your state of balance in the midst of the engineered chaos these Dark Souls bring in attempt to dim the glow you wish to kindle within.

Imagine our dimension was as flat as a piece of paper and then we stack a few more sheets on top of this. On the upper level we place a jellyfish and its tendrils drip through the pages. One walks around thinking its you, another is convinced its me and a third is your sworn enemy. Are the pieces of the puzzle starting to come into focus as well as the solution to all of this? The truth of the matter is that the jigsaw was never broken, nor is anything ever truly missing. No, the illusion (much like one Soul pretending to be everyone whilst itself it is no one and no thing) works by preventing the access of the whole image and thus reducing you to fragments which are easily manipulable, as intended. Lets back up a bit:

Imagine you had a Rolodex inside your head and it contained tabs which spelled links to life events. Alzheimer’s is a great example of this (as is the “tip of your tongue” phenomenon that you remember at two AM) as the information is there, still present but the trigger you need to pull to access it isn’t where its expected. Hypnosis can induce this effect with ease as people can be made to forget how to remember their name, aim or purpose:

We are all, in many ways, living charmed and entranced lives that are closer in line with sleepwalking than actually living. Thing is the illusion is so immense, so all encompassing that if you dare mention it people will stone you in the square for such thinking. Yes, the Emperor is naked. You, on some level, also know this but it takes the eyes of Inner Sense to spot this. Thing is this world makes sure the complete picture they step in with is fragmented, real quick and thus the one clothed in nothing pulls a world that doesn’t exist over your closed eyelids as you buy in, thinking you see just perfect. And yet, you’re still reading because the place I’m pointing with these examples is generating a state of resonance within your jellyfish as it flicks through the Rolodex of the life you’ve lived for suitable examples that prove what was always right in front of you but impossible to see until you accept the fact that you might be blind. Why that is the only time you’d be willing to test the hypothesis:

“If you can see so well why are you covered in bruises and suffering? Close your eyes for a moment and see what happens“.

Most people would flat out refuse to do this because of the voice in their head and the stories it tells as it weaves a spell that keeps them under its influence. Its first rule is to always protect its investment and in this case its your consciousness hence Thunk is mistaken for thought in the Valley of the Plebs as they can’t very well have the people generate an exodus as that would leave them stuck alone in this realm from now till the end. That is a fate worse than death and if you can truly comprehend what I’ve said you’ll innerstand the nature of this place, those who built it and to what end. Its all energy extraction. Or should I say innerG as thats far more accurate. Once again, these words and spells are woefully inadequate at saying whats needed but more than enough to ensure those who can will catch my drift and take flight themselves as they explore their inner realms.

So, one overSoul as a group, like a family affair, that can be chopped and changed from this deal to the next like a deck of cards decides who incarnates where and when as well as what they’re surrounded with and what will happen. This is actually something provable and testable in the scientific sense as the programming language of reality offers its testament that the picture I’ve just sketched is quite accurate. See, inside the overSoul the picture is perfect and everything balances. Thing is, in this realm, you are left with fragments and (worse still) you accept what you’re given and then attempt to fit in as well as snatching from others or living in ways Self destructive. End result? You are all but guaranteed another spin with more suffering and a further stage of disconnection and alienation from the truth of all of this. Can you see how wicked this is? What type of pernicious intelligence would rig the deck like this then keep the facts hidden in order to ensure that the billions of lost Souls it holds as living hostages do not click they’re actually as good as dead and all their so called wisdom is just unchecked and un-inspected madness as well as boat loads of ignorance. Especially of Self. That is the key to all of this.

Is the sketch getting more detailed, my friend?

Like I said about the lady with the narcissistic parent previously as well as the girl who hated her baby and the confusing stream of thoughts this caused to rage within along with the genuine schizophrenic in a moment of lucidness its those at the fringe who are swimming out of their proscribed depths that often accidentally find their eyes opening to the real state of play in this Game we’re within. Granted most of them never talk about this to the depth we did as they don’t know anyone with whom to have these conversations in order to gain perspective but the truth of the matter is this is how it seems to be me. For me at this moment, at least. These concepts and ideas are ever evolving. Like I said about the man sitting in the darkness as he watches a lighthouse do its thing so he can connect the pieces in ways resonant its quite a complicated thing as its so far removed from the ways we’re taught to live. And yet its also entirely natural because so many attest at the “familiar newness” they felt once they were resonant with Inner Sense again. That really is the point of all this. The more of us that explore our private realms and compare our findings the more accurate a map we can make of the dimensions as well as the clearest path back home because I can’t be the only one who has had enough of this life and death thing which is why I’ve been seeking out the options to exit for the last few incarnations.

The Game doesn’t like this. Not one bit. Why? Because every Soul that steps in is grist for the mill as they’re dealt a bum deal and reincarnate again to find themselves washing dishes in a mob kitchen as they eke out an existence where they’ll do anything it takes to avoid admitting the fact they’re miserable and hate this matter of flesh wrapped around their awareness as they clutch at the pieces left whilst pointing their angry fingers saying “Its him, he’s the problem”. All because they’re ignorant of the jellyfish and how this realm is not a cause but an effect.

Till we meet again

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