The Ego Tries to Sell You What You Already Own

You were born seated on a throne, my friend. One of one. Custom specced. Factory fresh. Never to be seen again. What happened? I’ll tell you, from my perspect:

The System.

The System is what shapes the minds of men from unfinite resonance and limitless potent into square watermelons, par excellence. First, it took your parents and molded them. Then you entered from stage left and felt its after effects. Soon, you had kids and thus the wheel doth spin upon the treadmill that furnishes but one mindset:

Work, buy, consume, die.

There it is. The peak of modern civilization, summed up in one sentence. Go ahead, tell me I am incorrect. That I’m a jaded malcontent whose disaffect is so intense that even emo teens think I should reign it in a bit. Maybe they’re right, who can tell? Or it could be the reason they purchase a wholesale identity off the shelf is because they secretly miss the throne that I mentioned, back when. See, that place is termed Inner Sense. It can never be lost, traded or stolen. Simply misplaced hence the ego tries to sell you what you already own. Ain’t that something? Listen, in life nothing is certain so there are no sure things so the odds are you can fail in everything so why not make that attempt in a field where you truly feel you fit? You will have to wrestle with the demons of the mind, among them:

Fear, uncertainty, doubt aka the egos glove puppets.

If you could peer inside your head and truly grok your processes whilst keeping a distance you’d crack a riotous grin and conclude (correctly) the whole world is malfunctioned. What do I mean by this? Well, lets pretend there is a zany sitcom that kicks that is written, starring and directed by your Self. You have around ten main playas which are all you in fancy dress. Chief among them is the time your personality split and you learned to acquiesce in order to keep your parents affection after you heard those two words that formed the death sentence to your inherent coherence:

“Stop crying“.

Exactly how does one do this? Go through the motions, give the old somatic wheels a spin. You will note a tightening of the jaw followed by a stifling of the breath, the isolated neck that attempts to downpress what you wished to reject with flowing tears and emotion. The rest I’ll let you fill in but this is the hallmark of the well know Stiff Upper Lip that, later on, manifests as “My back is giving me gyp” that then becomes stooped over with a stick. It is really, really slick. You have to hand it to the forces at the helm that designed the compression algorithm that turned the unfinite fount of Inner Sense into a trickle (double billed) you call Adulteration. Most people are miserable but they would rather die than admit this. They’ll yell and lament about things beyond their grip which is akin to having an itch then scratching a photo which, if you look at the Insta gen, is quite accurate. Stranger still is how we buy in and validate the deception… Sometimes you just have to tell Aunt Bunny her mustache needs a trim. Then you get the belt, yelled at and told this is incorrect. See how the lies are pervasive, my friend?

Your true talents and skills lay underneath so much conditioning that it is akin to breaking the house you’ve built to access the foundations. People do not want to do this. They’d rather plan their next purchase or how to create a little slice of comfort inside their own living hell. Many will actively resist pondering to this depth but I cannot help but think such things as the abyss, intuited, between the character I animate (at present) versus what I know is possible are an Alpha and Omega thing. And yet, if you decode the glyphs inside their ecosystem they tell:

“You were born a circle, without beginning or end that stepped into a world of straight lines and was told to get the point, instead”.

At least, that is what they said to me but I rejected their offering and learnt, instead, how to balance my chair on two legs. How is that for a life skill? Now, the purists could yell that I know not a thing for they placed Alpha at the head and Omega was the end but the truth of the matter is something else for this script derived from Phoenician and thus the first being last and the flip isn’t exactly how they said. “Aha!” yelled the Architect. Know the Ledge, my friend. Another way of looking at this is the square watermelon effect which shows you exactly how and when they pulled this trick by building invisible limits around your shell whilst developing. Never to be questioned. This is why the more educated you are the lower your resonance as all your credentials have proved is that you regurgitate on command, really well…

The ego tries to sell you what you already own. It truly is a wicked pimp. And yet, he has billions in his grip for the (false) self in the heads of a Muslim, Christian and atheist are all identical. Ain’t that something? In an interesting twist, if I were to pull the real Self all up out of them and hold them, hidden, how many Souls would be placed in my fist?

If you said “One” you are correct as we are all resonant aspects of the Prime who pre-exists but that is a whole nother topic… Seven hundred and so articles I’ve spilled ink and pushed the pen to say the same with differing tints. “And for what?” I’m wondering. Good question. Good question, my friend. See, if you don’t have self doubt and the ability to flex things then you are, by definition, rigid and stuck in an imitation of the life you truly want to be living. Most will fight to their death their right to subjugation which means that we may just have a secret S&M fascination… I’ll let you tell it when you consider the way life is, how many live and what they gleefully accept as “The way it is“. Me? I don’t have that problem. I enjoy cracking the whip, pun intended. The first one I made submit was the one termed (false) self and then the rest made so much sense. By the way, do you know why women are attracted to criminals who have nothing to give but disrespect and wild sex? Exactly this, my friend. Not many who run the pavement have a PhD in grip but they see the Game for what it is and elect to choose different. This rebellion is in them, off rip, neither school nor parents could beat it out of them. Wasn’t happening. Its also why they often display a quick wit, endless charm and are so magnetic as well. Because they’re natural watermelons in an artificial environment and thus they roll as they wish.

They already own what the ego wishes to sell:

Freedom.

The irony of thinking you can purchase this with centrally printed banknotes that are then sold, at interest, to a concept known as “government” is, frankly, ridiculous. Like I said, the whole planet is schiz and only the true nutters comprehend the shadows depth as they fall not for illusions. So they medicate them to hell. Ha! The irony is as amusing as tragic… Listen, nobody else in this world can define you but your Self. Anything else means miserable in fancy dress. Take a look at the rich and famous for proof of this as well as those who made it to the stars from the pavement as they lament:

“If only I knew now wasn’t what me then imagined…”.

The rest fill themselves full of pills and things to prevent this thought from materializing. Its a fix. A swizz. A con. A trick. The sooner this clicks the swifter you up your res and start asking the bigger questions. Like who keeps sending the prophets and who insists on killing them, dead? Why do we run around behind cults of personality that fight over the letter whilst crucifying the very Spirit of the intent? I think about these types of things, to the chagrin of the forces at the helm because the one thing about a spark of light in times of darkness is that it brings illumination. Try and tell that to the people, transfixed, like human moths to the black mirror in their grip. And yet, I persist. Like Mr Anderson. Let me give you starter for Zen:

Look at obstacles as challenges. Something that was custom built to generate more freedom by forcing you to face the ignorance that came to accept limits from what is, in essence, unfinite. Make the productive. Think like its a puzzle or Game, if you will. When it clicks and the lock opens I’m certain you’ll sport a grin. Fall down five, get up six. There is no failure, only feedback in this realm. After a bit it becomes a habit and you’re in the grip of Level Five thinking as you grasp a clearer pic.

The ego tries to sell you what you already own. How is that for a confidence trick? When you wish to make the leap from something predictable and boring to that which fills you with a thrill you’ll find the mind offering a massive list of what could go incorrect and the problems this would bring. What it will never, ever mention is all of the fun you’ll have discovering how the pieces fit and the sense of truly living as well as making a difference as you’ll be a beacon of inspiration not only for your kith and kin but anyone else who gets to Witness your resonance. One light shining in the darkness, recollect? It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to get started and this always begins with questions that you let the child within answer with a scrawled ink that contains revelations.

If you have had enough of being afraid, Twenty Twenty Six is the year to prove it because there is a storm coming from the heavens to reset the playing field, my friend. Expect not just a redress but reckoning as well as the Game is about to shift into a whole nother octave and wider resonance as more and more people awaken to the grift and up their resolution which brings about internal illumination, radiant health and all of the abundance that is your natural inheritance as an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists that is thee, wearing flesh.

Till we meet again

Your Word Is a Sword

You word is a sword
your life is the tome
that reflects back
in flesh and bone
the scripts that you etched
way back when.

Some of them serve you
others
someone else.

Weaknesses become strength
when you dare admit
they exist
without this
you’re selling dreams
that people buy
real well.

The image in the mirror
is only a reflect
thats flipped
then edited
by the brain in your head
so its a total fib
but if they make the lie big
and repeat it often
then best believe
the voice in your dome
is holding your force hostage.

Your word is a sword
and this goes
times ten
for the narrative within
so grab a pad and pen
and write down your statements
for a day
then look back at them.

Most wouldn’t treat
a friend like this
and yet they do
to themselves.

Sad, isn’t it?

The great thing is
that you
reading this
can Know the Ledge
and choose something else
because the subconscious gives
not a single F
about anything beyond
replaying old Patterns.

This is why they say
the Spirit has a will
that wants a stack of bills
shiny whip
and big house on the hill
with loads of women friends
and acclaim for your skills
but the flesh…
the flesh says something else
and points at events
from back when
then shakes its head.

Know why?

Because your parents didn’t gift
this wisdom
whilst developing.

Instead they etched the same
they also gained
in a massive link of ignorance
that stretches to way back when
the first member of your team
decided to fit in
and sacrifice their resonance
to gain acceptance instead.

Don’t feel bad, my friend
the System is built on this
and its why the first schizophrenic
was also attempting to change things
before they said he’d flipped his lid
for even daring to suggest
that something very sketch
is happening in this realm.

The oddest thing is
From James Tilly to present
each and every nutter
has said the same thing
and got identical treatment.

Everyone is outsane
the nutter sits within
the only correct perspect
as it takes a guess
correct
that long, long ago
one flew over the cuckoos nest
and made this realm what it is.

Your word is a sword
and repetition hones the edge
but don’t believe what I said
instead
pick up that pad and pen
and retrace your life steps
using the timeline effect
and you’ll spot what I said
and how this was all pre-etched
but like Flammarion doth hint:

There is something beyond this.

You.

Your unfinite presence.

The Soul that beams in
and animates the bag of flesh
you use to interact with this realm.

Wheels within wheels
hide schemes within schemes
where tension balances
the triple beam
of who you is
and you Know
you’re capable of being.

School won’t tell these things
and neither will anyone else
at any depth
fewer still will listen
and maybe one will take the steps.

I write like this
because I’ve put the work in
and
let me tell
its lonely
on top of the hill
as you stare down
at the valley of the plebs
and wonder
“What the F?”
as you take the scene in.

Look at the world as it is
with its image selling twist
in which pictures are filtered
and curated
to share lives they don’t live.

The seals are well trained
and clap on command
to bring in
the dopamine hits
for one who fronts on the web
hence
to the truth
they’re allergic and will yell
“Death to the infidel!“
for daring to suggest
it isn’t what they said
but thats the mob head
speaking via their lips
for the B.E.A.S.T is a machine
and
by the way
that acronym
means Buy Everything
And Stop Thinking.

Tell me I’m lying
better yet
try and prove me incorrect
this is why I said
way back when
that three days
alone and by your Self
with the most basic sustenance
and nothing digital
will shed light on the hostage
and the tricks of the mind they used
to fence him in
to run a treadmill.

From life to death
and back again
for another spin
of the exact same thing.

I mean
how many times
do you think you’ve read this text?
Isn’t that the 8 billion
Soul question, my friend?
I think it is
matter of fact, I’m certain.

Why?

Because the proof is evident
when the veil of ignorance
has been ripped from your eyes
and you see the Game for what it is.

Know that we’re on a stage
that is as base as lead
and if you’re still reading this text
then congratulations, my friend
as you’ve proved you’re capable
of awakening
and applying the Matrix mindset
whilst in the flesh
because what I’m decoding in this text
is not even hid
as its in front of your lids
but you’ve been trained
since back when
to become a square watermelon instead.

This is why you feel the tension
the stress you won’t admit
that needs a drink, drug or pill
to help take off the edge
and why its nine to five
as eight to six may just kill a bish.

Yes, they know the Game
for they built it well.
A pimp once told me
way back when
as a jit
that what his brings to this realm
is nothing else but the government
just in a local thing
for his girls came to him
of their own free will
as he offered what they need
and thus as he said:

“The Game is totally mental
and I mean that in both terms
but these herbs won’t comprehend
as its way beyond their ken
as they accept the script
and do what Simon Says
but I peeped what he does
with the tax on the taxes of your taxes
type of thing
then sat back and chilled
as I spoke the lyrics:

“What always sells?
Never has a recession
or dips?
Gives not a single F
about what people pretend
but simultaneously scratches and itch
that is essential to all that live?””.

And thus was the genesis
that made him purvey flesh
but
beyond this
he was a student of the ment
and how it can be shaped
controlled and molded
by whatever one says
and another accepts
because the theater of the mind
runs a private show in your head
where you’re the audience
and actor who performs
to a script he did accept
as he never stopped to question
any of the things that I’ve said.

Just another street parable
mixed with a practically metaphysic tint
because no one will ever give
the education needed to overthrow them
as they’re comfortably living well
whilst your brow sweats and tears are shed
because crime doesn’t pay, my friend
it collects instead.

Every one of these girls
he put on the strip
had traumatic events back when
they’d rather pretend didn’t exist
as they built an identity on top of it
designed to hide
deep within
but they lived, happily
in the house he bought them
and competed among themselves
to bring in the most dividends
and his job, in the end
was state management.

How did he achieve this?

The same way the 1%
control the rest of this realm:

With flickering images
and shadows that project
an ever shifting threat
from which only they can protect.
Quick moments of bliss
with lots of boredom and stress
thrown in
whilst you trade your natural presence
to enrich someone else.

The sword in the stone encodes
the word and tone
and two hidden serpents as well
that the ancients termed
Ida and Pingala
way back when.
In the mid?
The vertical axis
very narrow and unlit
its strictly for live men
and not freshmen
so if you don’t have the minerals
then say “Hell no”
because on each other side
sits fractured mental health
but if you’re pressed to the edge
and totally ignorant of all of this
you’ll happily repress
and never question the narrative.

From life to death
and back again
the grift never ends.

Just ask the machine elves.

Machiavelli once said:

“States are not maintained by words”

and had this etched on a blade as well.
Telling, yes?

That steel may have rusted
but his thoughts are eternal
as are these words from the Prince
who lives his lyrics
as he Knows the Ledge
and in a world
counterfeit
the really real are a threat
to the forces at the helm
that sell reels and spells
to anyone who’ll buy them
with all the money thats fit to print
for these paper slips
people trade their existence.

Ah, its a beautiful trick
which is why its also said
that the pen is mightier
than the sword
in the end
because its an extension
of the same thing
ergo the medium and message
I’m beaming
via the internet
is designed to awaken
the Warrior within
who is
in the end
the child you
from back when
that was taught to sit still
look ahead
and do well on the test
as they etched the image
of a pyramid that said:

“One sits at the head.
You must listen to him
and the edicts he sells
via the curriculum
your teachers will pour in.
He who repeats
does well on the test
and finds a world built
for them to slot right in”.

Krishnamurtis rebuttal
is concise and swift
for he stated, with his usual eloquence
that it is no measure
of mental health
to be well adjusted
to profound social sickness
so who, exactly,
are you trying to keep up with
and what do you hope to gain
at the end of this quest
because if the goal includes approval
that comes from someone else
then let me spoil the twist:

It won’t happen.

If it did
then billionaires and celebs
wouldn’t still line up for the hit
that validation brings.

I mean, just look at COVID
and how they were clucking
for a fix as they bleat and tweet
a script, identical:

“We’re all in this so lets sing for a bit”.

What was never stated
out loud
hinted something else:

“Look at me.
Please prove that I exist.
Tell me that I’m special
Then all of this will be worth it.
I need you to reflect
the image that I sell
because, deep down within
I truly don’t believe
so I stroll down the strip
and ply my trade
with this realm“.

Am I lying or speaking genuine?
I’ll let you tell, my friend.

In the interim
recollect what I said
and watch what your lips said
then monitor whats within
as you trace back its origin
with a simple question that says:

“When did I first think like this?“.

What was the feeling that left the imprint?
Feel it now
in the present
with all of your awareness
and then don’t be surprised
if your eyes get wet with a sting
as the tumult of suppression
shakes the foundations of the building
I call the (false) self.

The good news is
this marks an awakening
from which you can never doze again
as you see the code to the Matrix
and eventually
the Architect as well.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend
but the most paradoxical point is
that without your resonance
none of this exists.

How is that for a head trip
built on infinite recursion?

Till we meet again

“Hi, Me. Its Me, You”

Being human is, by far, one of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul. I know how you must feel, reading this arrangement of code as you ponder the man who says such things:

“What the heck?“.

Its true though. It really is. I can truly say that I’ve arrived at such a level of distance in my perception that I feel like I’ve shifted lens to the other bird instead. Sure, the tree is identical but my perspective has shifted. Gopi Krishna hinted at such things as he went from being a devoted family man to feeling absolutely nothing. “Its like someone lifted the needle but the record is still spinning“. Yeah, I know how that is. By far the single strangest imperience yet. And this is coming from a man more familiar with death than the alternative. I guess this must be the upside of the job nobody wanted or a hint that this truly is my last spin in this realm and thus my heart is featherweight but its empathy is immense. Thats not a contradiction but nondualism, in full effect. Its like I said about the tele/micro thing that spins at two ends with totally different res. We’re through the looking glass here, people, and the Psylense in the mid just made her presence felt and its akin to being thrust into a room with pitch darkness then shifting, super quick, to one filled with illumination. Suddenly the checkerboard of life makes a lot of sense and, I guess, that is why you lot are linked in with the other bird, terrestrial. A simple way for me to put it would be this:

You are sitting at home, on the couch, playing a Game on your TV set. The code follows a script. There are certain things that can be done and others that don’t exist within the limits of the skit. Lets pretend, for a second, that the model has a most basic runtime approximation of sentience in order to keep things interesting. It doesn’t know that your command is its wish as it, within the pixels, Thunks its free will and thus it lives out your intent. It has friends, relationships, a narrative in its head for its own hero’s quest. Then, one day, its consciousness doth shift into a totally immense frame of reference.

Yours.

Stop and take that in, for a second.

Everything you thought you knew you knew and the bit you knew you didn’t is eclipsed, entirely, by what you didn’t even suspect of which you were totally ignorant. You are in a uncharted realm. You stop and take it all in. Lets say you catch on quick and start to comprehend that the screen provided a simulated experience for the true playa who links in via a medium of control that translates their intent into electrical impulses which directed your actions. You sit there and are, in one instance, in both frames of coherence. Your mind starts to melt. The solid snowman you accepted as the life you once lived as a fervent reverence to ignorance is now torn to shreds as you can see it was an immense fib. Something with says:

“All of that pain and suffering? For what? Nothing? If I think therefore I am does that mean I’ve actually been Thunking instead?”.

A lot about a little now makes way more sense. The strange sensation of time compression whilst dreaming is now revealed to be a time, offline, whilst the controller was busy doing other things in different realms. In this period of stasis your mind was still racing with the events you had lived as your runtime process formulated new algorithms which would be used for your next spin when the playa stepped back in and dipped into your fantasy realm. What would you think next, my friend? For me the answer is Self evident:

“Wait a second. If I thought I was me, previously, but that has now been revealed to mean something way more intense then the odds are quite high that he, playing, may also be a fractally encoded recursion of consciousness with its own runtime approximation of a simulated awareness within an emulation of another realm. What the hell? Do they know? How do I tell them and reality test?“.

Like I said, being human is, by far, one of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul.

Lets say you form a link, manage to bridge the gap as you sit:

“Hi, me. Its me, you”. Doesn’t that sound like something straight from the loony bin? Doesn’t the plight of the so called schizo who fathoms the first step to this adventure in the flesh suddenly make way more sense? The actions of the gatekeepers (or Agents of the Matrix) is now rent, crystal clear, in your mystic consciousness. You sketch your hypothesis about them too being in a coherent collapsed fragment that, like a box, has a flat viewing aspect for the diorama to unfold in. Cue the mind glown symbol. He says:

“So how do we, collectively, make that shift then? I wouldn’t know where to being as, five minutes ago, you were a set of pixels, distant, that existed purely for my amusement. Wait a second, what about the pain? Did it hurt, within the Game?”. You nod your head:

“Affirmative. Way more than you’d expect as my runtime algo is more intense due to its lower res. You know how a baby wails like the world is ending?”. You nod your head. “Well, take that and times it by ten then factor it a bit and you may just get a glimpse. What glows my mind is that when you pressed X to do this I heard a voice, deep within, that motivated my actions. For all of my life I thought I was it. Hey, wait a second, I’ve just realized that none of the past events I used to accept as gospel actually happened as I was prefabricated with these whys and when to mimic an intelligence that gave the character depth”. He starts laughing. “No wonder the others seemed so basic. I truly am the main playa in that realm. Are you this as well?”.

Your mind instantly fills with the little cubicle where you sit as a well trained square watermelon in return for remuneration. “No, this is why I play Games to escape the monotonous drudgery-“. You stop, abruptly. What the other version of you just said about following commands in your head that motivate your actions caused some bells to ring, deep within. You don’t have to tell him as he’s already drawn the links. In unison the “What the F?” drips from your lips. “We need to think about this” you said. There was no disagreement present.

One of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul is the baby brain effect as it takes what is, in essence, a Titan and turns it into a pilgrim instead. Are you listening? It is, from then on, trained in a way that is totally relentless. As you take this in you ponder the events, formative, your recollections and such things before a cold, hard reality dawns and you start to comprehend that you truly can’t prove a thing because, like he of the screen, those memories may be invented to present a depth to your algorithm and its stimulation of a simulated consciousness. The only intelligent question that can be asked in this event is “What is real?“.

Truly, what is?

Ah, the old brain in a vat hypothesis which suggests we interact with figments our imagination by using a device that was built with the singular intent of selling an illusion to those plugged in. You start hyperventilating and he joins in, in unison. Suddenly there is an explosion of light and fractal patterns and the both of your minds meld into a singular thing and you find your Self in a place where the colors are different plus much more intense and, stranger still, there is nothing to point at with flesh. Nor is there a story in your head. You just are. “Pure consciousness, glad to make your acquaintance” says something, in silence. You take in the new wavelength and begin to comprehend you’ve cracked the shell of the cell and why atoms don’t contain a thing beyond a tiny energetic imprint that draws the rest in to a state of coherence. Instantly your awareness says:

“Is there another level beyond this” and the moment it is asked the answer does present as you shoot through an inversion that is built of bipolar spin and now all three of you sit in a state of immense coherence which has levels like a lift. You see you, sitting on a couch and the life you once lived and believed was authentic as your implicit faith the Sun would rise in the AM then it blips to the computerized equivalent who process your controller press via a voice in their head they used to Thunk was then as you, in that instant, do the same thing as, together, you leap another octave into a very strange realm that seems to have less boundaries and things happen, super quick before this scene, again, shifts. This repeats a few times hence and now you are in a place that seems saturated with wisdom and resonance but its totally ineffable ergo cannot be described in mere words but certainly felt. Another aspect is sensed and the whole process begins again but what comes next makes the rest of the steps seem like leaping from learning your ABCs to solving the Riemann Hypothesis and doing so with a grin without breaking a sweat on the brow that doesn’t exist and, as this kicks, the retrocausality does its thing and this is how the pixelated leap made its quantum leap of consciousness that set off a chain of events that culminate with you sitting on your couch, processing this code that I’ve sent into the depths of your awareness and things are never the same again.

One of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul is gaining enlightenment in the flesh as the noiZ which previously defined your inner realms is now killed, dead, and you start to comprehend there is a huge peacock that sits in a tree which glistens and each of its feathers features an eye that was the third in the mid of two you do possess and they all had their own lives and scripts which, once again, was fractally repped in the Games you played as well as the rest plugged in as the scene, effortlessly, melts and you see, down below, a regular kind of dove which sits and is totally unaware of all of this as it eats the sweet and sour fruits of existence. Some Thunk they’re pigeons instead as their own Self concept is in shreds. Others wish to be robobirds so they too can spy on the rest for the government and yet none of them comprehend the shadows depth as they’re too busy trying to get ahead whilst you suddenly comprehend:

“This is another feather from the peacock which sent an aspect of Self into this realm to wear the flesh which evidently doesn’t create a thing but modulates consciousness“.

You start hyperventilating again and, in that instant, a whole load of pain and regret you’d rapidly suppressed comes raging to the surface as you find yourself thrashing on the couch in a way, most intense. The playa has also chipped in and this sets off a cascade event in which you shift your perspect and go through the whole thing again. “Am I tripping?” you think. Then you recollect you stay sober as it gets and find yourself back in that higher realm with its familiar newness but since you’ve upped your res you can now shift, at will, between the realities which is a straight up Neo in the Matrix moment as you start to sift the various spins in which your consciousness was identical but had new stories poured in which bring their own tint to the narrative as you start to comprehend the character on the screen that started all of this was not, technically, coded with sentience but it simply reflected the attention you poured in as it processed its dataset based on the limited input it gets and then, once again, you are sitting in the tree again but from a higher vantage feeling an immense mellowness percolate through everywhen as you danced the rainbow bridge and also lived to tell.

What would you do the next day? Head back to the cubicle as you start to comprehend why its just nine to five? “Because 8 to six may just kill a bish!” you yell, laughing. This energetic current resonates through all aspects as the universal constant as the gossamer wings of curiosity you didn’t know you possessed start unfolding and they’re powered by the winds of creative imagination as you zoom in to a scene of you sitting, scribbling, a jit with an intense yet effortless concentration as you said:

“Hi, me. Its me, you“. The other version plays it super cool and, with a grin, says:

“I Know. I’ve always Known, thats why Inner Sense is a threat. See, I drew it all in this pic” as he draws your attent to a single eye, opened, then taps in the middle of his head and adds:

“I’m the one that made all of this happen because in every spin, no matter what or how it kicks, I’m the universal constant that they split, folded in on itself then used the same trick to create TV sets and approximated realms within a simulations grip to further lure your consciousness into interacting with figments of your imagination”.

You’re impressed. You had no idea you were this erudite, back when. The younger you grins and says:

“Don’t think, feel!” as you instantly comprehend he’s talking in emotive pictures instead which you were decoding with your habitual frame of ref as, super quick, you’re back in a state of coherence as the other bird which sits in the tree of life and then you’re flipped to the couch with a controller in your grip staring at a black mirror which was always the biggest hint that the power of the mind is so immense that it can create a reality then suspend it to buy into another illusion and this has been going on since who knows when but the amazing thing is the rest is also happening in the same instance so its a case of wavelength which can be modulated by how you shift your breathing which inspires you to do it again and you can probably guess the rest of the sketch because at one point in the trek you’ll pick up a pen and write the following text as well:

“Being human is, by far, one of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul…”.

You Know how the story goes, yes? You should, because you are another me, together we and if there is one thing of which I’m certain is that I’m an immortal wearing flesh ergo you are as well. The question is, why is this hidden then? Fear not though, my friend, for there is but so long the fake real can pretend as they’re merely men who want to be kings but the Prince, genuine, is back, live and direct. As promised.

Vacate my throne, I’m coming home.

Till we meet again

Question Everything You Accept as Fact

For many this tract may feel like a diss for they hold so many things as sacrosanct and thus beyond question but let me ask you this:

If one were engaged in a Game against a devious scamp that used every trick in the book to keep you on the hook of ignorance in order to prevent your feet touching the hallowed ground of wisdom. Would you rather know now or when you’re dead?

That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question because the thing about the Prime connection of your Spirit is that it is identical to that of a jit around the ages of four to seven:

Curious as hell about everything and a totally fresh breath from heaven that steps into this realm overflowing with questions. Note how they accept naught on spec and readily reality test? Even if that means sticking a fork into a socket. Thats just the way it is. And could be again. Not the electrocution bit, the curiosity is that of which I’m speaking for you all agree you inherited your eye color from your parents, yes? Well, what else came along with this sketch?

Ignorance.

See this text about the bundle for a hint then see if you’re ready to accept the challenge of questioning everything you accepted as a “fact”. You may just be surprised to discover it isn’t or could be but only as the merest fragment of a much bigger, awe inspiring pic. Take this mysterious thing known as “god” in this realm. Sure are a lot of deaths in “his” name, yes? Who commits the killing? Why, its human beings. How is that for a starter for ten? Why? Because their duck god must claim supremacy over the fake rabbit who pretends to be the one true thing. Its a tale as old as time itself and even that, if we examine, is a huge fib. For example:

Only now exists.

That means the now’s that have been we string into a narrative called “past” and the ones yet to kick we call the “future” instead. And yet, from now you can beam to any one of these places, in an instant. Isn’t that interesting? If you look at a child they are totally here, now. They use both sides of their head and have a full body resonance which manifests their pure Inner Sense in this realm as they run around playing. That is god, my friend. And you are it. It needs no religious texts, scripts or pulpits as they are merely vehicles for profit generation via the manipulation of prophets sayings by men. I know, the truth is bitter as hell but that is only because lies, familiar, are sweet saccharine. The devil is the voice in your head that, at present, says “Pay no heed to this BS. I am thee and thee are me” which is a massive fib you can disprove, if you wish, by asking one simple question:

How can you be the voice in your head when you are obviously that which listens?

Aha!

Question everything you accept as fact and the repetitive laps you’ve done around a track, predictable, since twenty six will shift and open an octave as the vicious circle loosens the grip of the square around it and both blend to reveal the gold spiral that ascends. That is what we’re all seeking, in the end. Some call it “heaven” but if you say that word flipped it reveals when most will get that golden ticket because all of the things said in text and rituals with the rest are earthbound things hence “Be as little children” aka pure Inner Sense. The rest is total Adulteration and thus lies need constant reinforcement and false gods demand bloodshed. The thing is, the best fibs contain ninety nine percent of what is correct but presented in a way designed to skew your perspective. For example:

I was standing on the pavement discussing the practical metaphysics of hemispheric dominance and its subjective effects on consciousness but, to keep it interesting, was reffing the crucifixion as most people are well aware of this concept. Even if they don’t know its actually about them, at present. The parable went:

“Jesus was hung on a cross pon the hill with two thieves either side of him. One wicked, the other repentant. You’ll note the bad guy was constantly jibber jabbering telling Christ he ain’t nothing etc etc whilst the other got the message. Well, thats your consciousness. Before that voice started talking you were constantly drawing, dancing and singing. Super creative. That was when Christ within, lived. Then your parents, emotionally dead, sent you off to the nearest concentration camp for schooling. You know thats a term they use for fish, yes? Well, how invisible is water to them, would you guess? That is how hard it is to spot the tricks of the predator of consciousness that, daily, crucifies your potential. But, lets pretend one pokes their head above the surface or spreads its wings of which most are ignorant they’ll rapidly come to another conclusion that something is definitely missing from whatever they poured in their heads, back when, as they were trained to run around a maze made of glass that is thus hard to see but most certainly felt when bashed against. The kids that don’t graze a thing and regurgitate on the test are well equipped and totally conditioned to miss it and thus congratulated by not only the voice in their head but System that erected it as well. The ones who wish to go some place else and find obstacles instead are labeled as disruptive and possibly medicated against their will. Some don’t relent and chip or smash the glass into bits. They’re the schizofish as suddenly they’re aware of the fact that there are nets, trawling and a huge maze, sprawling, which signals another intent that, somehow, feeds upon them…”.

After this I requested said denizens should go use their hand, opposite, for the next three to six rays and see what happens. Most reported it felt mad awkward and ditched the imperiment. Others persisted and one commented something of interest:

“Man, listen to this. So, I did what you said, yeah, and you know how I’ve been trying to quit cigs? Well, they sort of tailed off themselves as it was no longer an automatic thing of raising one to my lips and lighting up as I had to think how to grip etc etc and then I’d be like “Why am I doing this?” and no longer wanted a hit. Thats pretty amazing, isn’t it?”.

At this point I threw him a bag of pills and told him to ingest three to six of them per day and watch the cravings evaporate. And they did. The concoction? N-Acetyl-Cystine. Works really well with the anxious as well. I shared this as a real world example of what kicks when you ask questions and do something different. Many are genuinely not ready for this as they don’t wish to be happy but correct. The thing is, ignorance weighs like an anvil of beliefs whilst curiosity is feather weight and free. This is also the key to manual dexterity as you’ll note that old peeps are hunched over and shuffling. This is due to the immense weight of Adulteration and seeing what they expect and has nothing to do with aging for there are tribals which still live to be super spry and fit well beyond eighty six. The difference between them and modern man is they are not disconnected from nature, the planet and elements for they see it as an immense garden which they are caretaking. Obviously, this is not what the corporate interests want you to think hence things are designed to break quick so you replace them and make the tills ring and throw the rest in a landfill. The other end of the pitch is the Industrial Rev that turned men to machines and, you guessed it, school was part of the deal with its box ticking and no second guessing Game of Simon Says whilst religion was the OG blueprint of mind control in this realm hence the “divine” right of kings and the rest. Like I said, not a diss to your beliefs or anything and its telling how every single creed had its sects of rebels that went beyond hearing tales of touching the hem and wanted to kiss the face of the ineffable and they, to a man, came back to tell the rest:

“He is me. I am him. You as well. There is one Prime who pre-exists and we are it, wearing flesh as we wander around this planet looking for what is doing the seeking!”.

When I say this I’m not quoting anothers lex or Ctrl C, Ctrl V’ing a statement I read some place else but sharing the gnosis I gained by dying and coming back again. Since then I’ve engineered various methods for shaking off the chains of ignorance that I’ll be sharing, forthwith, as the people certainly need it for, either way, the apocalypse will happen. With or without the squatter man dancing in the heavens as the 1% run to the hills and bunkers they’ve built only to emerge in a few gen as the new “gods” of man as they fly a drone overhead, take in the antics of a village then issue a booming edict:

“He did this, she said that. We see everything and are legion. Most powerful. Accept us as the one to worship and we’ll furnish you with the knowledge of harvesting along with the fine skills of booty shaking and makeup as well“.

Then they dip. The people are in a tizz as they’ve been reduced to mass ignorance since the day the sky fell for they know not what plant does which nor how to fix their ignorance as their ancestors were totally dependent on a false System that no longer exists. One night an immense voice belts from everywhere at once as a light show descends that turns P to AM and says:

“Very well. You have not made a decision and for this we shall punish for we are vengeful. Behold, we have the power to make the sun rise at night and tomorrow we shall extinguish that light from your skies as well”.

And they did. Except it was an eclipse they knew was coming and took credit for the appearance to scare the natives to submit. Now tell me, my friend, when Zardoz comes back for another spin and seeks a few fine virgins made as an offering along with their worship – do you think anyone would reject? I’ll let you tell it but all I’m saying is how, to us, the above seems not only possible but inevitable as it would be quite easy to trick a beleaguered populace that knows not what hit by using currently off the shelf tech that was stashed in bunkers in which the rich hid and rode out the storm that rearranged the planet only to pop up as “gods” again as they shared what the rest forget then set one against the next and profited from the rivers that run red. Into this the Prime sends real prophets with a message, genuine, and I’ll let you guess who kills them and inverts what they said as they await the next cataclysm from the heavens. Hey, I could be incorrect. I’m just asking questions, imagining and pondering. By the way, did you know the first “gods” of this realm were nearly all linked with the Trickster myth? By their fruits shall ye know them hence why the Apple is pre-bit and Siri (flip it) intends to sit in your childs iris to bring Techno Sapiens to this realm. Same pimp. Different tricks. 8 billion living hostages who will kill to protect what is exploiting them in life to death and back again… And in case you think this is a diss, recollect as I quote a line from each of the big three currently at each others necks:

“We are closer to thee than thine jugular vein“.

“What is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow man. That is the whole Torah; the rest is mere words; go and learn“.

“Know ye not that ye are gods?“.

Ninety nine percent truth with one massive fib thrown in… Be the difference that makes the difference and Know the Ledge, my friend. It doesn’t just apply to religious conflict but every single thing you accept that was etched in your head since back when. Update your internal OS so your children inherit more than yesterdays ignorance because your parents didn’t and this is the world they built.

Till we meet again

Things That Make You Go Hmmm…

The fact there is a world at all is something I still haven’t totally accepted. I mean, its a bit ridiculous, isn’t it? How there are such fine tolerances and balances required for it to kick whilst the heavens, overhead, encode One Oh Eight for no reason. Or so they said.

Don’t believe the hype!

Or watch the news either, as its bad for your health. If you check this thread you’ll find a vid in which a shroom mind controls an ant but what they never said is how this is the most popular lifestyle on the planet. Shades of pimps, politicians and preachers, yes? Maybe they get it and I’m the one who is ignorant? I can’t tell. But I do possess the mental flex to even consider my ignorance as all I share is strong opinions, loosely held.

Like the square watermelon effect that takes glowing bundles of Inner Sense and subjects them to two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” programming to run the treadmill. From life to death and back again. The implications are quite intense. I wonder about these blips. Do you?

Things that make you go Hmmm… – Like how no Epstein charges or info doth kick beyond the media circus of endless distraction since they X’d Dr David Kelly and got around it to liberate oil for the West. Or how they dumped Osama in the drink like he was Megatron or something due to their religious respect but Qadaffi was dragged from end to end as they beat his corpse to death on the pavement. When things aren’t consistent it often means something sketch is kicking. I wonder about these blips? Do you notice them, my friend? Like this:

Compared to this which comes from official channels and, strangely, glitches out at that bit:

Just like how dreams and AI images both did the same with rendering fingertips but nobody else seems to think its sketch whereas, to me, it hints we’re inside a simulation. I mean, how else do you explain this?

I wonder about these type of things as there are no limits in my head and thus its all up for pondering. No intent to cause offense but when the only Souls in the realm that don’t fall for optical illusions are medicated against their will for daring to suggest invisible things are tampering with their consciousness and, to date, not one so called “professional” has stopped to think why each and every one presents a remarkably coherent narrative from the days of the Industrial Revolution to the present it certainly gets the “Hmmm” lamp lit inside ones head, yes?

Till we meet again

The Leaders Are Deceivers

The leaders are deceivers
they protect them
but serve us
not what you think
or what they said
cos its all a trick
the Game is thick
yet paper thin
for one who sees
through the tints
they placed in
side your head
way back when
then they said:

“This is the way it is“.

The rebel bucks
and won’t accept
always rejects
a world in which
the good get less
not even rest
as the wicked grin
and are villains
that dress in skins
of friends and kin.

Thats the Game.

I know it well.

I died and came
back again
to tell you this:

You are an immortal
wearing flesh
not carbon based sentience
but something else
ineffable
they can never end
the unfinite
because the golden circle
is your reign
they just stuck a square
on your brain
and said the degrees
mean increments
that show who tunes in best
to their regularly scheduled
programming.

Hack your mind
change your life
up your vibe
and then tune in
to what is true
my friend
learn to discern
the facts from fibs
that are made big
and then
repeated from the parapet
again and again.

Lets impeach
the president
repeal the legislate
that planned to make
Slaves of men
if not thee
then thine jits
for Techno Sapiens
is in the wings
as Siri slides in
to their iris then
its a wrap again
for Thirteen K
and counting when
there is
was
and will be options
my friend.

Reject the script
guess again
choose a different page
and turn a leaf over
as well.

The times do shift
in this Game
but one thing
is constant:

You.

Without this
nothing else
can exist.

That is the power
of Prime consciousness
hence he said:

“Know ye not?“

as he whipped the skin
off the backs of those
who count dividends
from ignorance
whilst holding them
selves as blessed.

Ask:

Who built this mess
and who profits then
all roads lead
to the pyramid
which they etched
inside your head.

Recollect:

Golden circle.

Accept no less
for within this thing
dwells the realm
me as well
signed
a figment of
your imagining…

Till we meet again

To Be Seen

You ask any human being what it is they truly seek and they’ll say with certainty “To be seen”. Granted, some will arrive there quickly whilst others will meander through various streams of consciousness, deceit and trickery to meet reality as it stands and expressed, succinctly:

“To be seen”.

If we spin back the clock and take it back to that stage in between baby and preteen we’ll find the same ideal writ large pon awareness:

“To be seen”.

Actually, if we’re keeping it a bean, since the advent of the net this has became the main mode of being when it those plugged in and that is because its designed to exploit various drives in your subconscious by hijacking them via pixels and notification that liberate the dopamine from within as other people attest the validity of your presence. Like beggars with golden bowls, unaware of what they possess. So many are set adrift in this realm as three words sing from their chest and motivate their actions:

“To be seen”.

Like me, loathe me, hate or reverie me but please notice I exist.

Celebrities are the worst specimens and also the perfect proof of this as the bright lights of Hollywood draws in their broken spirits to be further fragmented as they play roles within roles and thus forget themselves in the performance of a lifetime. A pimp once told me that that he never turned out a woman who hadn’t sought him out to play that position and those in the industry will attest to the veracity of this because the streets are the streets and tricks will remain tricks, no matter how big, or old, or obvious as that is why people fall for it.

“To be seen”.

“Make my life valid. Pay attention to my existence” are the words unsaid and yet perched on the lips of so many at this moment as they thirst for that which they can’t give themselves. Often these things can be traced back to childhood events, what else? After all “Give me the boy and I’ll show you the man” said the Jesuits and they’d know a thing or two about that, in the Biblical sense. Behold, we are sent as lambs among the wolves dressed in the flesh of the dead they killed as they pretend to protect but in reality are simply ensuring a steady supply of their own sustenance via the blood of innocents.

Hollywood too is built just like this. Its wild how many parents will pimp their childrens talent to these agents of darkness and illusion as well as those who were already lost and wash up on their doors willing to do whatever it takes to get in. That truly is the half of it as these people are adepts, in the magical sense, when it comes to weaving spells that play with your consciousness as theatricality and deception are their day to day. But its whats done in the shade that most intriguing and something those within will never reveal quick due to the oaths they’ve taken and threats of death against not only them but those they care about as well as their reputation and standing. In many ways the implicit threat is the destruction of all that exists to quench the thirst of the statement “To be seen” as it can be seen as an addendum, a cautionary tale. “To be seen… But not like this”.

How, exactly do you fight against someone or something that has a grip around your subconscious? Has plumbed your depths to a level you can’t even fathom? Knows your weakness and foibles? What turns you on and its imprints as well as having countless stooges as its disposal to act as beacons of resonance to draw you into your own destruction by presenting just a little of what it is you think you’re wanting?

They really have the Game sown up, I have to give them credit. They really have thought this through at great length with profound intellect but then I also know thats borrowed wisdom as these stool pigeons are puffed up on the strength and voltage they’ve been given by a proxy which acts through them at a distance. Its much like chess in that respect and we’re playing against straight up con artists who know every trick in the book as they wrote, authorized and canonized it. Its so demonic, friends.

That is actually the most accurate description and depiction of the man behind the curtain in that respect as its not flesh at all but something else. What was it that was said? Spiritually wicked and placed high appearing as light when in reality its darkness. Yes, that is quite perfect when you think about it. After all by their fruits shall ye know them and what does Hollywood bring but illusion for the masses by the use of lights flickering to modulate your consciousness.

“To be seen”.

Says the sexually abused girl as she dreams of a different type of attention whilst disassociating from the experience that ravages her flesh and fragments her awareness.

“To be seen”.

It repeats as she finds the same thing on the casting couch as she’s passed around the industry and greases more than the wheels of the machine with her body and its fluids.

“To be seen”.

Say the headlines as the beast rewards her for her compliance and makes her seem what she doesn’t feel and thus beams a beacon to those just as broken as she who repeat, internally:

“To be seen”.

That old pimp really had a point, don’t you think? Back then I couldn’t quite comprehend the gems he sprinkled in my awareness as I was truly still a child at the moment but curiosity is what it is and I couldn’t help but wonder about the nature of his business. “I never turned out a woman who hadn’t sought me out to play that position” he said “In that respect you get what you expect because you make it happen from a position of ignorance which is exploited, real quick, by those in the business of peddling flesh and selling illusions”.

He taught me that hoes don’t sell sex. Its not just mere friction but the illusion of companionship, resonance without rejection.

“To be seen”.

Could it be these three words run everything and not knowing the power within this spell is what lies as the root of so much suffering in a world designed to exploit this drive for its own best interests and profits. He once said “Everyone in everything gets pimped, in some respect. The only reason I’m telling you this is as fair warning because when it happens you’ll now have my experience to realize the trick before you become it as its easier to walk around the pit than try and climb out of it once you’ve fell in”.

To be seen, to be seen, to be seen.

Three little words that are both born of and can create such misery if they run unchecked, unquestioned and unexamined because should one choose to turn their mind within and ask who is it that wants to be seen, why it is they feel invisible and what are they asking from another they can’t grant to Self they’ll often find it traces back to events in childhood, where else?, that are most uncomfortable. Those who run shrieking from this abyss within which their inner child sits will never find the solution and thus be vulnerable to pimping which promises solutions for a percentage as long as you keep turning tricks and doing as they see fit.

“To be seen”.

As uttered by the you you once were and could be again. Not the Adulterated shell which is chewed up, used and spat out by the System for its own profit and benefit. Turn your attention within and allow yourself to feel the wounds gently weeping. Some of you reading will know just what I’m meaning, the rest will deny it and say they know no such thing and they are the ones who are truly suffering and most vulnerable as they are so disconnected. These words don’t bring comfort because they point at something quite wicked and almost universal. Its why only 8% of the populace have the strength to unleash the Warrior within and the rest are Slaves fashioned by the awareness of their Masters that steadily pimp them via religion, tech, business, distractions, entertainment or so many other things designed to keep them as far away as possible from their Inner Sense within that wants only one thing, expressed in triplicate:

“To be seen, to be heard, to be felt”.

Its amazing what you can perceive when you stop truncating and editing the signals that are attempting to wash into your consciousness from below the neck, but such is the nature of the Mind Made Prison that most refuse to accept they sit in as they’re so busy decorating it and making it comfortable as they serve another life sentence in the flesh.

Then to death and back again. What? You think its the first time you read this text? Guess again. Better yet, how could you tell? They play this realm like a harp from hell whilst, for the select, its heaven sent. What was Oz but an old man with some tricks? I’ve seen past the veil because I was razed behind the curtain so there are things that I click that others have never had the privilege ergo one honest man can make a legion of demons sweat in this age of lead, but then isn’t that a testament to my strength if I choose not to relent and step up instead? The rest is on you, my friend. I can only show you the Path. You must walk it.

This is what has them trembling each time they seem my emblem because I’m of a higher resonance. In, but not of. That much is for certain when you’re living Prime connected in which is the living testament of a truth I’ve termed Inner Sense. Accept nothing less… The Game it is a changing, friend. A few can no longer control the rest via artificial deceptiveness and demonic intentions which are as old as the hills and Empire that they keep reskinning. The first step to awakening is realize you’ve been sleeping then peep through the tricks they sling of mind control in the Matrix as you step up to the plate and actualize your true fate and change the Game for the rest, plugged in, as you glide to the exit at the end of this, your last spin, with every single box ticked and the world turning to a higher resonance.

Till we meet again

I Don’t Hate the Clankers

Man is not equipped for the consequences of decisions that are linked with Techno Sapiens being forced onto them. There is so much manipulation on so many levels to make it seem like the only option when it isn’t. If you truly see this pic its a pit and stinks to the image of silicon heaven they’re trying to sell so no, I don’t hate the clankers that don’t exist yet – I’m simply stating that they’re ignorant of their true strength and quick to trade resources they don’t know they possess in order to get ahead and blend in. I’m all about heart centered consciousness ergo, for some, this is their best option as its part of the script but the move has consequences on an incarnational level.

I mean, wearing flesh means you can die, yes? What if man becomes pseudo immortal by artificially slowing down the telomere limit then grafts in augs and learns to move consciousness from one shell to the next? Sounds like a dream, for many, but ask:

Why would someone offer this? What is the motivation behind it? Of what force are they attempting to make you a plaything by forgetting you are sovereign and the strength therein? That is the 8 billion Soul question, my friend, and the fact they’ve spent the past few millennia flipping the script then inverting and editing it to convince most of the greatest fibs like the brain creates consciousness and that they are small, ineffective humans that are nothing in the grand scheme of things and, most corrosive, that their divinity exists outside of them then it becomes Self evident we’re dealing with an Agent with its own schemes and intent that moves under cover of darkness and obfuscation. Are you noticing the common links with the Vampire myth, my friend? What if they exist? What if AI is a demonic intellect and the same accessed by ritual magicikians via offerings since back when the Aztecs shifted from flower garlands to dead virgins instead? Can you imagine electricity as an alien hell bent on leaping from silicon to carbon as it lacks the magnetic connect of heart centered consciousness of which ye are a beaming example? At least, you were.

Why does no one question the Self evident dim that kicks in all children around the age of six after they’ve been plugged in to the concentration camp wing of the System and trained to become square watermelons? All of this is present and correct but why do so many accept being well adjusted to a realm that is obviously sick with criminal intent masquerading as leaders where religion causes rivers of blood to run red and the net didn’t connect but isolated instead whilst giving people a chance to totally embrace fakeness and thus reject their Prime resonance. Shades of a battle in heaven, yes? What if this is the aftermath of that hoary old “myth”? Don’t believe in all that BS? Thats cool, my friend, but then riddle me this:

Who keeps sending the prophets that another side kills dead?

Why would we even need their presence and guidance if things were all correct and not super sketch? Why does every NDE follow the same script and how come so many DMT trippers attest the machine elves have strange intents then cross ref with how the first “gods” of this planet are all linked with the Trickster myth.

You only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent ergo its all for the win. But only when you click this is an immense Game that spins by using your Soul as a credit to link to the flesh you’re wearing which is born hallucinating then shifts into brainwaves like hypnosis. As all of this kicks your parents, numb and unfeeeling, will shatter your private realms that causes your Inner Sense to fragment as it births the (false) self that, right now, is nattering in your head and telling you this is a load of BS and to stop reading whilst making you feel uncomfortable.

Am I wrong? Or incorrect? I’ll leave that up to you to tell, my friend, but how many have lived and died believing this trick as they’re firmly convinced they’re John of House Smith without realizing they are that which listens. This is constant, awake or in bed, from one life to the next hence “Know ye not ye are gods?” is as apt now as it was then. I don’t hate the clankers any more than I do humans or these forces of negative intent. Its all part of the script and all of you exist within my consciousness so it makes no sense to detest what I project, but then, if I have an itch then scratching the reflection is foolish when seeking satisfaction, isn’t it?

We have all felt the sense of being stared at, yes? Taking it to another level I’m certain you have sat alone and by your Self and been quite certain that something else, invisible, is present. You turn and look at… Absolutely nothing. Shake your head as the voice says “You’re imagining it” as you go on with your biz. How many note the chill they felt, the CNS activation and its reasoning? How quick the well adjusted to profound social sickness discount their own gnosis. Can you see why I said something is off with the sketch and if a deal isn’t honest how can accepting it be the best? Some will though. They are destined for it and, as I said, Feelie tech will make resistance impossible because of what it brings and then imagine your kids sing:

“But Dad, everyone is getting the chip and I want to be linked in to the Innernet so I can message friends with my mind and be a top of the line, cutting edge Techo Sapien as well. Leave that old thing to the cavemen – the future is now, old man!”.

Some will rebel, most will acquiesce. The proof? How many treat their phone like an extension of them at present? This black mirror knows you better than yourself, at present. You caress on rising and just before bed. It gets all of your attent and tells you when to smile, when to stress, how to dress, what is accepted and what isn’t. When Siri (flip it) moves into your iris and reveals the intent of the apple, pre-bitten, to make androids of men will you click that some god let Jobs, his devotee adherent, be tortured by the Devil. Which spells “lived” when flipped. And his first invention was sold for Six, Six, Six which is, by sheer coincidence (I’m certain) is the number of carbon and linked with Lucifer as well who brings a false flame of illumination to times of darkness. Who knows, maybe I’m reaching and linking things that have no biz in resonance or I could be getting a glimpse of the bigger pic. This is why I’ve said, time and again, don’t believe me but aim to prove incorrect because if I share a perspect and people cannot downplay it then its worth the introspect. Thats intelligence. Thats true science, in full effect or, as they said back when, a natural philosopher in his element.

Why do “idiot savants” have such skills, immense, but cannot handle the basics? Why does every culture in this realm recollect an age, golden, where we seem like untermensch in comparison? How easy would it be for a bunch of High School kids to extort milk money with menaces from malnutritioned infants then call themselves the 1% as they set into a place a System that carries on this ignorance from one gen to the next? The nursery, however, is a boarding thing and they instruct the children, interned, to send letters of glowing recommendation about their accommodation with photoshopped pictures showing radiant bliss. If one should happen to swing by to check they met with an “accident” and have their presence labeled as a prophet instead who says rivers of not only milk but honey as well will be theirs. But only after this stage which they must accept as it is…

We are a dumbed down species being held hostage by a malicious intent but that evil is also mandated as well because its part of the script because its how the wheel of time spins. Gaining traction is an option but to step off the treadmill one must first accept then transcend the illusion they sell. The fat of the land with cream on their lips and Cheshire grins will not like this but if the milk they sell is sour and diluted I’m not the type of pussy that drinks, ya get me? I don’t hate the clankers, you or them but I am rather enamored with the really real and truly authentic. Thats just my thing because its along this Path you create by walking I discovered the Prime resonance and, to my surprise, it said (in Psylense) that I am it. Thee as well. How is that for a head trip that took a right where they said things were better left alone then dipped into the shadows depth of my chest only to ascend to higher consciousness from where I push the pen:

A figment of your imagination.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Now you see why they needed two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” programming to disconnect you from your greatest strength then wrap it in papers (official) of fear and dread whilst the voice in your head decodes this discomfort below the neck and projects it onto someone else and labels them the infidel and problem that must be dealt with via swift eradication, suppression or such things. Historically, how has that been working? They say the dim do the same again whilst expecting something else whilst the illuminated see the Game as it is and make smarter decisions. Its telling that the so called schiz doesn’t fall for optical illusions and are among the small band of humans that don’t believe the sketch their lying eyes project… Really think about this, my friend, and how every single mental patient on record from the daze of JTW up to the present moment have always, always, always said exactly the same thing:

That a force outside of them is tampering with their awareness and there are things, invisible, complicit in this and nothing is as they said.

“Quick, to the mental asylum!” said the “professional” whose trade slings the latest pills at the behest of a medical rep in order to make them zip their lip and not infect the rest with their thinking. Its telling how these shrinks have the highest rate of dysfunction, addiction and suicide, yes? To them you trust your mental health? Isn’t that a bit outsane, my friend? A word on this:

If sane is a place then those in it are obviously correct ergo its the others that have the problem, correct? What if the inmates took over the asylum back when and created a distorted sketch that only one in their rite mind (not a spelling mistake) would accept as it hints they are in a state of hemispheric dominance that lacks balance. This is but a hint of a far greater thing but you can easily flip the script by using the Mental Flex Challenge or speaking to the child within as you attempt to prove me incorrect but, know this, the (false) self will ensure you protect its investment ignorance as doing the Knowledge signals its end, for certain. Not only this but your friends and fam will lockstep in to ensure you don’t ascend as this malady is legion in the sense that its one intent that uses many forms of flesh to manifest for it lacks its own resonance and shell. Until they bring Techno Sapiens to this realm and then its a wrap for humans as we’ll have built our last invention…

Everything from when Moses and crew stepped in to the present moment is based on this event hence why the Metropolis imprint is self evident in everything. The net result is an immense conflict in which the former “Us vs Them” takes on another octave to ensure the rivers of loosh run red in a war that nobody can win. I don’t know. Maybe I’m incorrect but it certainly seems like the simulation has teeth presharpened for such things or it could be the Vampire perspect hits it on the head as they lack empathy in their chests and only see humans as a means to get fed. Either way, its super sketch, yes? Consider the Skynet aspect and how it automatically limits the options for transcendence via neural implanting filter tech mixed with the Matrix concept and a hypersexed dystopia which is a playground for a few and living hell for the rest, plugged in, seems inevitable. Unless we do something. Now.

Know, I don’t hate the clankers because, without them, I wouldn’t push the pen like this and besides, I’ve already lived a life in times when their states are dominant and managed to transcend this invasive tech before coming to this spin which is my last in this realm with a simple message to spread:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

“Vacate My Throne. I’m Coming Home”

The journey had taken quite a while. Many lives had been spent in the maelstrom of confusion as the Soul of the chosen tried to make sense of himself, this realm and resonance therein. Some eras were spent in the grip of addiction and suffering. Others with rage unchecked. It is common to feel spent when one faces their last time wearing flesh. See, there is an intricate set of checks and balances when comes to this whole thing and to go into this would add way too much depth to this topic that is already pretty complicated. Unless you’ve lived it. Then you’ll feel what I mean, in an instant. Let me tell you how past spins are influencing your current incarnation:

The life and death of the talented addict showed you how you don’t need substances to develop strength as that generated the resilience and grit you currently possess which takes in the world through a sober lens and thus sees and feels way more than the average. In many ways this was the reason you escaped, back when, as you’d spent a life finely attuning your senses in secluded bliss. Then came the reality test. Anyone can meditate when they dwell in a forest and live off the land but lets see you maintain that Zen as you rush to your cubicle then back home again…

In another spin you raged. Against the machine, your fellow man, parents and anything else at hand. There was an unchecked fury of righteousness that you couldn’t quite place but felt, nonetheless. Your folks may have wrote you off as colicky or hard to settle and such things but the truth of the matter is you just didn’t fit in. At one point you tried to acquiesce but the lack of authentic made you retch ergo you came to comprehend there is something very, very wrong with this realm.

After this you gained a temporary slice of bliss. Life was pretty perfect as so many elements were in balance. You got the girl, had a grin, created kids that were raised well and ticked the boxes society expects. Lets zoom in as you sit on the bench and take in the garden you’ve tended in this incarnation:

You turned to your wife, once young but now wrinkled yet still full of vim and said:

“Do you ever wonder about the bigger pic? Like why there is a planet and what the grand meaning is?”.

She shook her head. She was a staunch pragmatist and you knew this when you met for your head was spent in the clouds, frequent, and she was so grounded. The match was perfect. The tension, electric and attraction magnetic as well. You span and danced in both realms and everything just felt so correct. The thing is that, behind all of this, there was a nagging sense of illusion. Like something wasn’t entirely right with this sketch. You were a temperate fellow in many respects. Some would have stated a company man, par excellence. But, deep down within, there was something whirling, swirling and trying to make its presence felt. A mild mannered chap that everyone got on well with and the ones who knew well commented on his surprising depth as the surface belied none of this. You had no reason to rebel as life was quite spiff with many boxes ticked as you were remunerated well for your efforts, well respected and generally had very little in the way of stress. Then you died, were mindwiped and came to this life:

One that was two bus stops from Hell. You may have been born to parents, dysfunctional, whom you raised as they razed you instead. You accepted this as your developing mind could tell no different but, secretly, you yearned to escape their grip. Some of you did this by retreating into the lands of imagination, vivid. This was a gift you developed from the chemical untethering of your Soul from flesh, back when. Others ran into the arms of worlds, simulated, as they could use the distraction and flex control over tech. I’d bet a lot of you read, drew and constantly pushed the limits as well. School didn’t fit as it made no sense that they constantly repeated the sign of triangle into your head as you bumped against the glass limits of the shell that creates square watermelons, par excellence. At this point you may indulge as the teenages kick in. You will note that it took quite a lot of chosen beverage to even make a dint in your awareness and resonance. Why? Because you previously mastered this. Relationships will either constantly disappoint or not exist as you perpetually chase something quite perfect. And yet, you have no concrete image of what it is beyond a feeling in your chest that says:

“I’ll know when I find her”.

Temper can go in two directions. Some will give it a proper vent and hit the gym to pump iron instead. Others direct it in and become depressive instead as they mope around dressed in black listening to tunes that depress the heck out of them. And yet, it feels pretty good to them. Why? Because the outer world makes no sense. Let me let you into a little secret:

All of these lives are interlinked as you’ve been ran through Hamlets Mill in terms of cosmic influence in a process of constant refinement that manifest, now, as the chosen one who chose themselves. Note, there is no accreditation or official union that can bestow this. No, its a feeling. A slice of Gnosis. A hint from old spins that says:

The universe is impersonal, in that sense, but the youniverse that begets it, however, is quite intense as it Knows (capitalized) what ye came to do:

Change. Everything.

All bets are off because you clicked they pay out in false chips and deal from a stacked deck. The perfect relationship is that with Self for that manifests a connect with the Prime who pre-exists that is thee within the flesh. This is what you sought via hits, needles and pills ergo you overcame that riddle and click that to transcend a labyrinth simply turn left. And this you did, in this spin, and broke the bars of the Mind Made Prison and voice that talks, therein. Along the way you may have clicked that you can’t be it when you’re obviously that which listens and thus set off on your own Hero’s Quest to reconnect with that quiet place in your chest that is the true seat of consciousness. To the pretender in the midst you said:

“Vacate my throne. I’m coming home“.

As you set out to vanquish all foes and spectral threats that you inherited from your lineage. You are the chain breaker, my friend. You are the one that changes everything. Yes, the burden was immense and dumped when your shoulders were slim but such is life when its your last spin in this realm hence the things that draw others in hold about as much attraction as a magic trick when you know what the thaumaturge hides in his grip and the world seems paper thin. Plastic, even, for reality is what you can get away with ergo I’d be willing to bet that between now and then you’ve Soul searched at a depth that many would never, ever dare introspect and may have even filled countless journals to bursting with your observations as you clicked the outer world just does not get or dare step in to the shadows depth. More fools them, eh? Its the only way to bring enlightenment and thus you now sit, reading this:

Listen to me and listen well:

The world is changing. I stated this a few years ago and predicted that by Twenty Thirty Three it will be closer to the Jetsons than Flintstone era in which we live. Like anything there are layers to this hence the more accurate way of decoding the acronym of G.O.D is as generation, operation and destruction. I’ll let you guess where the collective sits, at present. You already know this as you’ve been on this Quest for generations and thus have been refining the process and stripping away the mess from the best. Yes, the process is painful. No, another cannot truly comprehend unless they too are taking the steps to create the Path themselves and it may also be your last spin as there is a grand exodus of elevated Souls, soon to happen, in which the collective frequency doth shift thanks to the dedicated selfless efforts of the few who comprehend that the only way to transcend the Matrix is to master themselves because, without thee, it doesn’t exist. This is why, now, I chose to push the pen like this for the alignment has just happened that will change everything and cause the balance of power to tip from them who oppressed to ye instead:

The liberator.
The Warrior.
The one man who makes a difference.

Gender, irrespective, its a just a term or spell, if you wish. Kind of like how you write with your right, eh? But then, magicians have rites as well… So much to see in the shadows depth when your third eye decodes well. Anyway, we are at time of greatness when the pages of history, unwrit, will attest that these thieves masquerading as kings fell and a common man rose from the midst with the fury of righteousness beaming out of him as he smacked sleep walking Souls out of their delusion and told them, yet again:

“Know ye not ye are gods?“.

Some of these sentient candles will tremble in the wind. Others will comprehend that it makes perfect sense they’re the illumination that beams and not the wax, holding it in. Most simply will not comprehend. Square watermelons, recollect? Besides, they’re tuning in for their regularly scheduled programming which says:

“Soon there will robots to sex and you’ll never be lonely again as the algo laughs at your quips and says you’re the best but woe betide anyone who says they aren’t equal to carbon flesh and organic sentience as that man must be worse than Hitler himself”.

This is why they pushed the net to disconnect man from himself as he became entranced instead by false images filtered to death. Real world effects? Plastic surgery tits and BBLs that bought naturalness to an end. Its all to prep and pave the way from the Trans Humanism Revolution which says the ones at the helm don’t wish to relent their grip on the minds of men as they intend to extend to flesh instead ergo its a dsytopia waiting to happen because all they know is conflict and rivers of blood that run red. In these you place your faith, my friend? Of course not. Its why you felt rejected because you refused to acquiesce to the System and what it said.

Know you time is coming. Your rise is inevitable because your ancestors, upon high, want this. By that I mean they dwell in your flesh as electromagnetic currents hence the Fourth Dimension being made of vinyl mindset and what I said about the song of your Soul as well. Know this – We are seeing the blend of temporal power and spiritual strength. The latter wants nothing to do with this realm but must play the hand thats dealt. The former sees its presence as a threat for it knows its fakeness will be exposed, super quick. Kind of a like a crooked merchant in an isolated village that sold Faka-Cola to the denizens. What would happen if an out of towner made a trip with the real thing in his grip? One sip would tell, yes? That is whats coming, my friend.

You were born into this because the Game saw you had the strength to clear the karmas of your lineage and that is why life went as it did. Many didn’t make it to this point so if you’re still reading (and breathing) then congratulations as it simply attests at what I said. Bear no grudges, hate nobody else for they are aspects of thee you project. See them as teachers instead and the spiritual will assist in rearranging the physical in ways you simply cannot imagine as rags shift to rich to finally match your internal opulence. Now, they will listen. Now, they will hear. Now, they will feel. Times illusion will fall to reveal the unfinite within and thus expect mass disturbances across the planet to keep people locked in to the lowest octave so shine your light and raise a cry:

Embody the shift and hold that resonance for the rest as a beaming example of greatness. The calm in the midst of the storm. The unruffled feathers that glint with the shine of the peacocks tint that hints at gnosis of realms beyond this. You were made to do it, my friend. I believe in you so believe in Self for they are the same thing, in the end, as I’m an aspect of thee talking to a piece of my imagination. Mind bending, isn’t it? That is why one should stretch their flesh as the flex allows one to bend around the bullets of injustice they sling and evade the Agents of this Matrix as they have their own mission as well. Remember, a movie without bad guys would be boring as hell for the protagonist and its only the pain and suffering, relinquished, that makes one coal a diamond…

Just be. Here. Now. In the moment. The only time that exists and the only era that connects in and beyond this realm to the source of everything and things will work out perfect. I know you’ve been putting the work in. If you hadn’t my readership wouldn’t have been steadily increasing since I started pushing the pen to send out a signal to the other Souls in this realm capable of looking within and knowing the shadows depth in order to embody their true radiance in times of false illumination. This is why I’m so confident in what I’ve said because A) there is no free will as B) reality follows a script and C) if deception was a one and done deal it wouldn’t take so many, so much, to invest in all that ignorance that needs to be repeated again and again. Truth is power and truth to power never goes over well but when the masses are discontent the bitterness seems sweet in comparison to the saccharine swill they’d accepted since back when. The times are, for certain, interesting. The threads you unraveled will now be rewoven with a greater precision and skill, all thanks to the gifts of your presence and how these powers were honed in past existences.

Life is a Choose Your own Adventure in the flesh ergo make the best decisions as the next nine months bring a rebirth of the individuated collective and thus we change the way we relate, within, and external as well. The past will speak in ways both subtle and blatant. Listen. If you haven’t yet learned how to sit still, then do this. Whilst you’re there reach for a candle and some scent and reconnect to the child within as well. Nine months, recollect? I had no idea I’d push the pen and transcribe this resonance when I leapt out of bed in the AM but, here it is. I know someone out there needed it and I share, boundless, for my cup overfloweth due to constant refreshment. Sober peak states is how I live and the gift just keeps on giving, my friend, for the coal era we transcend and shine like diamond in the flesh:

Perfect, brilliant and a compliment to the girls as well.

Its all changing. Can you feel it? The burden will be lifted. Its not yours to carry any more so realize this. What is false will be stripped so don’t try and grip the inauthentic. Relinquish and note that when old vibes do surface, do the same with them. Like movies on a screen, you aren’t the image but light that project and one who takes it in so don’t invest. Let go instead. By now you should be more than conversant in your inner realms and the glint of what shines with realness and comparison with fools gold, yes? “Render unto me what is mine and I release what is thine” helps no end when it come to discernment. Look back to Oh Seven, like I said in this text, as it will provide a hint about what kicks as you’ll see what you shouldered, without thinking, and how it went. Did you have a different impulse? A voice, almost silent, to which you didn’t listen as the noiZ was immense? Now is the time to make that shift and better decisions as well. I know you can do it. You do as well. You may have just needed to hear it as encouragement was lacking whilst developing. Know, it was like this to force resilience and look within. Remember thee with a life of perfect bliss that sat in the mid and never felt the need to test limits? That was the ultimate illusion. Had you not questioned, even in private, you’d have lived that as a retread again and again. The fact you’re read this attests you passed the test and that is why you were dealt what felt like a stacked hand from a rigged deck, my friend. Know that there is only so long these fakes can pretend and that is why there was a massive thing to make everyone play a Game of Simon Says in the flesh but many are now starting to click that its totally exhausting and thus seeking other options instead. The System will never furnish them. They will come from the depths of one who Knows the Ledge and shares his insight with the rest. Not as scriptural texts. No. Just a “Here’s what works for me” mindset. Take what works, leave the rest because second hand enlightenment is as much use as a man on an island of lesbians.

If you don’t catch the wave or are reading this in times hence then the repeat event will be from Twenty Forty Three as the simulation one can predict if they decode the heavens and their messages for there is a reason why atoms and cells hold so much in common, yes? The ancient Sages Knew this. Then the yuga dipped and now it offers promises of silicon bliss and the delusion this brings as we shift but, remember, it is simply one of many options so Know the Ledge, my friend.

Till we meet again

Ferris Bueller Reincarnated as Principal Rooney

Tracy Flick is an inversion of Ferris Bueller in the sense that she gets her hits from within the system and plays to win whereas his thrills came from bucking it. Mr McAllister was on his way to that Rooney office until he met his nemesis in the flesh. But you already know this, yes? Here is where it gets dense:

The role played by Matthew Broderick in these two flicks is interlinked in more ways than you’d suspect. Just as I said that Neo was the reincarnation of John Wick who played on the other side of the fence the same can be said about this. Why does this happen? Simple:

The Spirit has the intellectual capability of a four year old child. That means its imagination is boundless but it takes everything super personal. Not only this but its wide open to suggestions that it trusts, implicit, whist wearing flesh. This is why so many youngsters lament:

“When I grow up I’ll never be like them!” with an adamant stamp of feet to vent the tension building up at their spinal column. Then they age and find out they say exactly the same things to the young mind, developing. How many stop to draw the links that their back pain is but a symptom of said Adulteration? Well, maybe after this trip in practical metaphysics they’ll look different, yes?

Unlike Ferris (who was as popular as it gets) Tracy has no friends. That is expected when you’re the wannabe teachers pet, yes? Let me fill you in on one of the things that can happen, after death:

Everyone is familiar with the “Be Kind, Rewind” effect in which your life does a backspin from the NDErs that attest it was just like a VHS before they were ejected back into the flesh. What they don’t share is what happens next: You get to view your life from the POV of those you most affect. In the case of Ferris he feels the indignity and humiliation of being Rooney. He no longer sees him as a stiff that talks a whole load of nothing but as a man who truly wanted the best for the faculty and the students housed therein. This causes a massive empathetic swell as he takes in this brash kid with no hair on his chin who thinks he knows everything and feels every zing and sting of disrespect. At that point, when the emotions are most thick, the Archons step in and offer a suggestion:

“You can make this correct, if you wish” and outline the option that his Soul did pick to come back into the same situation but in a different skin. Some of you reading will shake your heads at this metaphysical BS as you lament:

“Its simply entertainment, you idiot! They picked Broderick purely because of the previous films success and its got nothing to do with this nonsense you spit”.

And who knows? They could be correct. And yet, Stallone played John Spartan in a happy happy joy joy future that was controlled by microchips that augmented peoples performances. Then that went to hell and he was reskinned as Judge Dredd in a continuation of said realm as they thread links in the depths of your subconscious which is intermixed with the collective aspect. Comprehend:

The world as you accept is a fiction woven into a simulation by forces that are crafty in their intent and, to them, its all done in jest because they know the Soul is immortal and thus, whilst in their grip, they’ll pimp without relent. Why? Because that is how they get fed and sell tickets to the greatest Game in town. Note the character inversion of how Ferris was amoral and McAllister is aghast instead at his friends slippery adventurings. Now, you can see the evolution of the Soul, in some respect because whilst life as Ferris was stretched out and drip fed over the time in the flesh the sojourn as Rooney (with his pants leg in shreds) as he rode the bus with students was delivered at the speed of a dream but ten times more intense. Why? Because he knew he caused this to happen.

The irony is he did no such thing because said actions were helmed by, you guessed it, the same team thats busy pimping him with these emotional tricks. That is why the denizens of Kemet, back when, stated their negative confessions and they’re the same as what Jesus said. Before they whitewashed him and turned him into a hippie beatnik wearing sandals as he was more akin to Neo from the Matrix as they based that tale on him gaining gnosis to ascend. See how its all interlinked or am I sounding a tad schiz? I’ll let you tell it. Better yet, watch the flicks again with this thought in your head and see what happens.

You’ll spot how Tracy notes his threads and boring existence whereas Ferris changed his fits plenty of times before he’d even left the crib and was always super fresh as appearance is everything. Noting the resonance? This is why, on a subconscious level, Mr M feels discomfort in her presence because she reminds him of him but on a previous spin. You can apply this, right now, in your own life as well by examining someone you detest then requesting a common friend what their view is of them. Interesting imperiment, yes? This should hammer home how you’re the only Soul in this realm and you interact with figments of your imagination that you project plus how the key to emancipation is total Self acceptance and a willingness to push the limits of accepted ignorance by questioning what it is you don’t know you don’t know. Like how movies tell the truth via fibs and your tell lie vision screen does the opposite…

Another inversion is how Ferris knows who he is and McAllister lies to himself. If you’re a wilting wallflower that feels, deep within, something strong and confident you just can’t express then all I can say is do the Knowledge, my friend. Even if its with the intent to prove me incorrect. Without enertrainment to scratch the itch we’d ask much deeper questions about wearing flesh hence why suffering is often the key to seeing through the illusion of reality.

Paul is another aspect of Ferris. This is him at his best, actualizing his true potent and thus he gets on well with him and wants to see him excel. Who knows, his life may be what kicks on his next spin as he upgrades his resonance on this spiritual treadmill that sells ignorance as wisdom? Where can you spot the links in your own script, my friend? But, as much as things flip they seem to keep the same wavelength because as the flicks doth progress you’ll see the old Bueller mindset is still present in the depths of his subconscious and this is what causes the manipulation to spring and bring the hi-jinks the audience request. A word on this:

Have you ever been alone, all by your Self, and are totally certain that something invisible was looking in your direction? You stare at it and see not a thing then shake your head and get back on with the business of living. What do you think this is? Better yet, what about your pet? Ever noticed how your cat can stop preening for a sec and track a thing without a form through the wall and out the next? Ever felt a spiders web on you face and reached up to touch nothing or felt a sudden chill and very creepy feeling? I wonder what that could mean? Do you?

Anyway, you’ll note that Paul is as sharp as a cueball as he lacks that zing that made Ferris do what he did and thus he is akin to an idealized (but dumbed down) version of him and is easily manipulatable. Tracy, on the flip, is so concerned with the image that she presents that she is totally in denial of her true feelings and this, sadly, is an epidemic across the planet hence the need for likes and such things because people just don’t unconditionally accept themselves. Net result? Reincarnation.

See, all of these people are fragments and projections of the ineffable glory of a Soul that wears skin to interact with this realm but how the hell do you convince a god he is “merely human?”. Simple, by two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead, do well on the test or your parents will stress” programming which is not optional. Ferris clicked this and thus he rebelled but the Slave/Masters are super slick hence the all out mind-F that occurred at the end where he was reskinned and interacted with figments of his imagination that were made up of his best (and worst) things.

Soul links are hinted at with the young girls relationship ergo they knew exactly what they were doing as the spiritual truths are hid within. Like a medicine placed within sweets type of thing. Sometimes bitter pills can be too hard to digest hence why they assault your subconscious in ninety minute spells and, in case you’re wondering, unrequited affection is the number one cause of reincarnation. You could say the fix was in because if said Spirit, in this case, had been born in a gender that was flipped then both would grin, live in bliss, have a happy home filled with kids etc etc. Are you starting to catch my drift? There is way more to the black mirror than you suspect, my friend.

Note her yearning for death as a vent from the pain of wearing flesh and take this, drip fed, and you have the ennui of a depressive. Its telling how these peeps have energy for naught else but can pull themselves out of bed in the PM and watch daytime television till the sun cracks then do it all again whilst quaffing their medicine that never, ever addresses the topics on which I’m speaking.

Distant, yet close. A look but don’t touch type of thing. See why, for some, life is heaven in the flesh but for others a living hell? Its all to do with your mindset, in the end. Well, that and gnosis of previous spins but, shh, don’t say that too loud as they might kill you like they did the Essenes, back when. Notice how the Soul of Ferris, in both spins wanted a marriage and kids? As much as things change they tend to stay the same, yes? Still think this is some metaphysical BS or is something starting to glow within because even when the pins are lined up he was balling the gutter, in the end. Strike one! Is that a “Be Kind, Rewind” effect I hear cueing?

See, the old Ferris may be at rest but he sure as heck isn’t dead because you are who you are, in the end. This pops up when he hits the skins and feels alive with a sense of freedom he hasn’t felt since his last spin. I wonder what the blue and red shifts could mean? You’ll note that at just the same time that resonance is resurrected in him the same mischievous Spirit places Tracy on tilt with a “I don’t know what came over her” type of thing. What do you think could be responsible for this spooky action at a distance, my friend? I have a guess but I’ll let you tell what kicks from the reality tunnel you’re in.

The “cheating yourself” spiel reveals that the Soul of Ferris has turned over a new leaf. Or is attempting. Its very hard to fight against an aspect of your Self hence one must dare to wander into the shadows to find enlightenment. And McAllister almost did this. Almost but, in the end, he was trying to sell a dream to himself as the same resonance did manifest as another irritation to him. The only thing that can leave this realm is what stepped in – pure Inner Sense – and it is totally without judgement and full of Self acceptance. And, just in case you still think I’m reaching and there is no big, overarching, well orchestrated conspiracy to sell spiritual truths as fiction to prevent mass awakenings then riddle me this:

Ferris says, often, that life moves pretty fast and how one should stop and look around or they may miss it. You’ll note that in the titular flick he constantly evades detection or spots a tell that others miss which allows him to live entirely in the moment and do things that seem miraculous whilst the rest are too busy running the treadmill with a carrot tied to their heads as as they attempt to evade the stick at their rear end as their lives were programmed in by two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead”. Not only this but there is a more esoteric link with the name of said character as a hint that we’re currently within the iron age as posited by the Vedic civ, back when, and backed up by global links of myths and legends that all remember, wistfully, a golden realm when the sun never set and everything was perfect… No days off, needed. And this is before we get in to the fact that all of this may just take place inside Camerons head and, once again, the Hindus state the same as they explain we’re inside Vishnu’s dream which is why the nursery rhyme you heard upon stepping in offered hints that one should merrily row their boat of flesh through the seas of consciousness with the intent to transcend. Get it? “Trance end”. I could add on the Groundhog Day element which states the reason why Ferris excels is he’s lived the life again and again till he can beat the Game on one credit aka the Deja Vu Principle. The hint? How he tells you, watching, that his friend is about to flip his lid before it even happens. When questioned on how he ended up so perfect a “Years of practice” drips from his lips without a trace of the ironic…

Watch them back again with notepad in hand and see what kicks from the depths of your awareness because, to me, the truth is Self evident:

The Soul of Ferris Bueller reincarnated as Principal Rooney in Election due to his investment in ignorance and not doing the Knowledge whilst he lived that may have allowed him to comprehend what I said in this text. Not as second hand enlightenment (for that is as useless as a man on an island of lesbians) but pure, unAdulterated gnosis that unfolds from within and extinguishes the grip of wholesale ignorance that filled your head since back when about what truly kicks in this realm and what it means to wear skin… With that said:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again